#sugar daddy dracule Mihawk
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Peppermint Tea 25
Holy crap I'm so sorry that this has taken so long to get out. I'm still trying to get over my slump, but hopefully, it'll be dead and gone soon.
I really hope you enjoy this! Our reader and Mihawk are finally doing the deed!
Warnings! SMUT SMUT SMUT hopefully thats all i need to say lol.
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You freeze above Mihawk. Did he want to have sex with you? Right now? The thought makes snow spout and shower around you, dropping the temperature of the room by several degrees.
It's not that you don't want to. You do! But you've never had sex before, and you don't think your books do a very good job of explaining the concept. Your silence must have stretched for too long. You feel Mihawk tighten his hold, and his voice is full of concern when he speaks up, though you can still hear desperation wrapped around every word.
“We don't have to, Darling, but I have desired you for so long, and my patience is growing thin,” the warlord had wanted you for a long time, but he could wait longer if you wished. No one could ever say he wasn’t a gentleman.
“O-of course I want you!” You blurt before Mihawk can take his offer back or something equally silly again, “I want to have sex. I want to feel you, too.”
You lick your lips in thought, trying to figure out how to explain to Dracule. You're nervous, of course. This was a big step for you, but you trusted Mihawk to do this right.
Hawkeye watches you closely, seeing your nerves come in and make it hard for you to think. He's seen this happen before, and it would not be the first time Mihawk has pulled you out of your head, but he only smiles gently up at his angel and squeezes your hips to catch your attention. The warlord had no complaints about walking his dear one through what was to happen.
“Would it make you feel better if I explained everything as we go?”
You consider the offer and find that the thought of Mihawk explaining his actions makes you feel better, so you nod and squeeze his shoulders, “Yeah, I think I'd like that.”
Dracule gives you a nod, and he starts up those soothing strokes along your hips again. The most important thing here was to keep you comfortable. There was no joy or pleasure in the act of sex when his partner was not secure in the situation. You, above all else, deserved that from him, “Do you want to start now?”
‘Yes,” you whisper, eyes locked with Mihawk's molten gaze as he smirks in satisfaction.
The warlord moves silently, rolling the two of you over until your back is pressed into the mattress. His fingers find the edge of your sleep shirt, playing with the hem of the soft material, “I'm going to take this off now.”
You nod, sitting up to help him. Mihawk flings it to the floor, and then he looks down to admire the perky breasts in front of him. You look radiant in the low light of the bedroom, and the wine he had earlier makes him burn even hotter for you. He reaches out, tweaking your left nipple harshly while his free hand smooths up to gently cup the side of your neck. You watch him through lidden eyes, lips caught between your teeth as you shiver from the twinge of pleasure.
“So sensitive, sweet thing,” Mihawk croons and tweaks your nipple again with a content sigh, “You’ve had my fingers inside of your cunt before, remind me how many?”
“Th-three,” you stutter out and flush at the reminder. It shouldn’t make you blush so much still considering at least one of the days Mihawk or Shanks stays while here is solely dedicated to exploring your body. They were both givers, but now and then, they would be selfish for your mouth around their dick.
“Such a good girl for remembering,” Mihawk murmurs and sits back, devious fingertips leaving your throat and breasts to trail down your stomach and pluck at the elastic waistband of your sleep shorts, “Lift your hips, dear.”
You do as you're told, lifting your hips, and Dracule snags both your shorts and the soft cotton undies you wear. After he flings them to the floor, Mihawk leans up and grabs the pillow that’s been designated as Shanks’ and pats your hip, “One more time.”
The warlord slips the pillow under your hips, adjusting it until you assure him that you are comfortable, “This will make penetration easier, though the angle will let me go deeper,” Mihawk warns, and you give a slow nod, showing him that were paying attention.
Like this, you are fully exposed to him, and Mihawk takes his time to lavish your legs with attention. Smoothing his hands down to your ankles and massages your muscles. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, kissing the inside of your knee and making you giggle at the ticklish sensation. Hawkeye smirks against your skin and does it again before suddenly digging his teeth in and making you shout.
Before you can protest, the warlord soothes the bite with a swipe of his tongue and a kiss to the imprints of his teeth. It would not be the last mark he would leave on your skin tonight. You were a canvas, and he was determined to paint you the way he saw fit.
Mihawk lawyers your leg only to bring up the other one, kissing along your ankle and up your knee, giving it the same attention as the other. He kisses the inner part of your knee just to hear you giggle before he moves up, sucking bruises into the plush skin of your inner thighs.
Dracule and Shanks always impress upon you that they wanted you to tell them what felt good, even if you didn’t use words to express yourself. The way your body arced and strained for Mihawk’s touch spoke volumes of how much he affected you. You whine when the awful man licks down your thigh and to the apex of your legs.
Mihawk greets your pussy like an old friend, tongue swirling through your folds and then up to wrap around your clit, sucking gently and you spread your legs for him, sighing and tossing an arm over your eyes. You leak around his tongue, cunt quivering, and you are so so close, but then the warlord is pulling back and reaching forward to toss your arm off your face.
“You need to be properly wet and stretched before I fuck you,_,” Dracule explains, and smirks at your frustrated look. He ignores it, for now, tonight would not be one for his darker desires and sits back between your thighs, one hand maneuvering one of your legs back on his shoulder, “I want you to watch me.”
You angle yourself, sitting up on your arms to be able to get a proper view of Mihawk's actions, and the devious man rewards you by placing a soft kiss to your calf, “Do me a favor, sweet thing, and slick these up for me.”
Mihawk presses his middle and ring fingers to your lips, and you open up without thought, groaning when the warlord stuffed your mouth with the digits. He presses down on your tongue, and saliva pools in your mouth, coating his fingers before he releases the pressure to gently slide them in and out past the ring of your lips. His eyes track the way your throat works, memorizing the sight and storing it away safely.
Properly slick, Dracule slips his fingers from your mouth, and then slides them through the folds of your pussy, and the combined mess of spit and slick causes embarrassing and lewd sounds to fill the room.
“I'm going to put my finger inside you, now,” Mihawk murmurs quietly. His middle finger finds your entrance, and you watch, lips caught between your teeth as he sinks his finger inside you, all the way down to the knuckle.
You keen at the intrusion, cunt tightening and walls fluttering as Mihawk sets a steady pace, soon adding the other soaked digit and making you hiss at the slight stretch.
The warlord looms over You, bending your body until the stretch is nearly too much. He bends, balancing on his knees as his free hand captures your jaw and brings his angel in for a kiss. Mihawk, the impressive man, matches his kissing how he fucks you with his fingers, lips pulling at your own and sliding his tongue past your lips to give you a taste of yourself.
Mihawk loves the sounds that you make for him, and if wasn't getting so impatient to feel your cunt around his dick, he would take longer to pull them from you. However, his cock is straining against his sleep pants and staining the soft material with precum. It's almost painful in the way it throbs, and Dracule is desperate for relief.
He breaks the kiss, and you fall back, head hitting the pillow, and you gasp for precious oxygen. You moan when his thumb finds your clit, and Mihawk runs harsh circles into the nub. You shudder under him, legs shaking and hands digging so tightly into the sheets that you fear you'll rip them. You leak around his knuckles, and confusion settles over your flushed face when he pulls his fingers free.
Mihawk shoves his sleep pants down, and he hisses when the cool air touches his dick. He is painfully hard, and he grasps the base, scooting forward to rub the head of his cock through your folds, “I'm going to put it in. Are you ready?”
Dracule watches the way your pupils dilate, eyes shining with lust and you nod jerkily, tongue coming out to wet your lips, “Please fuck me, Mihawk.”
The warlord doesn't need to be told twice, and shifts forward, head of his cock sliding inside your waiting cunt. Mihawk curses, brows furrowing at how fucking tight you are. He pauses there, allowing you to adjust to his size, and only slips deeper when you give him a soft okay.
It takes a bit, but soon, Dracule bottoms out, heavy balls presses flush to your sensitive skin and causing him to groan. He stays still, teeth clenched as your walls flutter and pulse around him, dragging him deeper into your stuffed cunt.
“Y-you can move, now,” your voice, thick with unshed tears and pleasure rocked him, and with a low snarl, Mihawk rocked forward, before pulling out half way just to sink back inside. You whine, head thrown back and Dracule looks down to take in the way your pussy sucks him down perfectly.
Mihawk sets a steady pace, hips snapping forward. His hands find your hips, fingertips digging in and most likely leaving marks as he speeds up, cock dragging along your walls, and leaving you a cursing mess.
Everything felt overwhelming, oversensitive, over everything. You've always enjoyed the way Mihawk's devious fingers stretch you out, but having his cock open you up was something incredible. You angle your hips, pressing back into his thrusts, and your eyes blow wide when his dick shoved into that spongy spot deep inside. Dracule does it again, and you wail, hands finding his shoulders to hold on for dear life as he abuses that spot inside of you.
“That's it, sweet thing,” Mihawk hisses above you and leans down, bending you up and pressing your knees into the mattress beside your head. The angle is even better this way, and you look down to watch the way Dracule pistons in and out of your cunt. Mihawk can tell that you are close by the way you keep clenching around him, and he smooths one hand from your hip, thumb finding your clit and pressing down just enough that it ends you over the edge.
Dracule curses, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as you come undone, gushing around the warlord so much that slick leaks past your folds to stain your inner thighs. He doesn't stop, pace steadying out as he fucks you through your first orgasam. He leans in, sealing his lips to yours in a kiss that leaves you crying for more.
Mihawk delivers, sending you over the edge twice more and soaking the sheets in sweat and juices. He has shifted, lowering your legs and slowing to a gentle pace that purposely ruts into your sweet spot. He is close, balls tight and swollen as he slides in and out of your slick hole. The two of you are tangled together, legs intertwined with one of your arms tossed around his neck to keep him close.
“I'm close, Angel,” Mihawk rumbles and presses his face in the crook of your neck to breathe you in, “Can I come inside you?”
Just the thought of being able to feel Dracule pulse and paint your inside was enough to send shivers all over your body. You nod, kissing the side of his face, “Yes.”
Mihawk nods once, and then he switches to a faster, more erratic pace. His rhythm is off, and it makes you feel powerful to see such a beautiful man come undone because of you. It's enough to make you clench around him again, your body wringing out one last orgasam for him. That tension breaks, and Dracule groans your name as he finishes.
You feel him come inside you, scorching semen splashing your walls and filling you to the brim. The combined fluids of your juices and his cum leak around his cock, and the amount that pools under you when he pulls out is obscene.
The two of you lay there panting, and it takes Mihawk longer than he would have thought to move. He rises carefully, moving off you and the bed. He stumbles to the bathroom and retrieves a wet rag, first cleaning himself and his thighs before loping back to the bedroom to clean you up.
Mihawk crawls back in the bed with you, body work and mind tired as he wraps you up in his arms. You snuggle into his chest, pressing your face into the muscles there and sighing heavily. He strokes your back and kisses the top of your head, “Are you okay?”
You nod against him, kissing his chest delicately, “I'm fine. I really liked it.”
Mihawk smirks at your admission, pride making him smirk and puff up like a bird. You snicker at him and then yawn loudly, eyes closing. You feel satisfied, body sore in the best ways. You feel him press a kiss to your hair, “Good, now get some rest, Angel.”
You definitely don't need to be told twice, and it takes less than a minute for you to drop off to sleep, your light snores already filling the room.
Dracule follows after you, holding you tight and not planning on ever letting his precious angel go. You are his, mind, body, and soul.
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The next morning, Mihawk gets up and leaves long enough to go to the bathroom and draw a bath. Your tub is large enough to fit both of them, though it would be a tight squeeze. He ensures the temperature is just on the right side of hot before he lopes back to the bedroom.
However, before he can slip back inside, he hears the sound of your snail transponder going off, and there was only one other person beside himself that had your number. He quickly answers it before the ringing can wake you up.
Ca-lick
“Yoo do know that it is an ungodly hour to be calling, don't you, Red?” Mihawk sneers over the phone.
“Awee, Hawkeye, so you do miss me,” Shanks sounds delighted to hear from the other man, and it brings a reluctant smile to Mihawk's face.
“You shouldn't put words in my mouth,” Mihawk sniffs and knows it's the wrong thing to say when Shanks snickers over the receiver.
“Heh, I got something you can put in your mouth.”
The sigh that escapes him is long and world weary, but he had walked straight into that one, “You are terrible, Red.”
Shanks laughs on the other side again, “You know it, Baby.”
He continues before Mihawk can make a snarky quip, “Anyway, I called to let you know that I'm about a day and a half out from the island.”
“_, will be happy to see you,” Mihawk tells him, and even across the sea, he can feel the joy that the Emperor wears like a blanket, “So will I.”
Shanks hums on the other side, and his voice is full of warm affection, “I'll be there as soon as I can, Baby. I miss the two of you, too.”
Mihawk feels his face grow hot at the sincerity, and he is glad that he is alone in the living room, “Be safe, Shanks.”
The other man assures Mihawk that he will be and then ends the call. Dracule hums to himself and then turns to lope back to the bedroom.
Inside, you are still curled up on your side, your arm tucked under one of your pillows, and Mihawk admires the curve of your body in the low light of the room. A smirk slides across his lips when he sees how swollen your cunt is, and he recalls with a sigh how beautifully you clenched around him as you came around his cock.
The warlord kneels on the bed beside you, hands finding your shoulders to push you to your back. He looms over You, leaning down to press sweet kisses to your cheek and then to your lips.
You wake up with a groan at all the commotion, eyes cracking open to see the sight of Mihawk holding himself up above you, “G’morning.”
Dracule hums at your greeting, pulling away to look down at you with a quirk of his lips, “Good morning. How are you feeling?”
You stretch in bed, sighing when your body protests, back popping, and you reach for Mihawk, twining your fingers with his own, “Sore, but good.”
The warlord nods, and brings you hand up to kiss along your knuckles and then gently tugs you, “Come, I've run us a bath.”
Being clean sounds incredible, so you don't protest and go scoot to the edge of the bed. Mihawk stops you, and then bends, scooping you up bridal style and carrying you to the bathroom.
You giggle at the sweet treatment, head resting against his shoulder as Mihawk shoves the door open. He shuts it back before Hank or Sukuna could sneak in and carefully begins to lower you into the steaming water. It feels divine against your chilled skin and you gladly sink lower.
Mihawk tells you to shift forward, and he lowers himself behind you, pulling you back into his chest and splaying his legs on either side of your own, bracketing you in. It's nice to just enjoy his company, and you hum one of your favorite songs as you trace random patterns on his chest.
Dracule relaxes against the edge of the tub, hands finding your thighs to gently trail his fingers back and forth. The touch sends shivers up your spine, and you turn to kiss his chest.
“Shanks will be here in the next day or so. He called earlier,” Mihawk murmurs and the news brings a smile to your face. His hands splay wide, fingertips dipping down to the apex of your thighs, “He will want you, too.”
You flush, arousal already curling low in your stomach. You wonder how Shanks will want you, if he will be rough with you, selfish and taking like he is with everything else.
“What about you?” You ask quietly, and you can hear the mischievous tone that paints his voice when Dracule speaks up.
“Me? I'm going to enjoy the show."
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Stuck Masterlist
Himiko feels like she's in a slump. She's been working her ass off for the past three years and it feels like she's gotten nowhere. She's stuck at her two minimum-wage jobs and is still two years away from getting her degree. Despite the support of her friends, she feels like she's falling behind. Himiko's on the brink of giving up on her dream when a couple comes along with a proposition.
(Sugar Daddy Mihawk & Shanks x Reader)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23: Part 1
Chapter 23: Part 2
#surgeon mihawk#dilf shanks#red haired shanks#slow burn#red haired shanks x reader#red haired shanks x dracule mihawk x reader#dilf mihawk#dracule mihawk x reader#sugar daddy au#dracule mihawk#modern au#lawyer shanks#eventual smut#red haired shanks x dracule mihawk#mishanks x reader#cross posted on ao3#Stuck
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Ok but Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk, and Crocodile as sugar daddies
#fan fic writing#one piece buggy#one piece#buggy the clown#crocodile one piece#one piece crocodile#one piece mihawk#dracule mihawk#one piece shanks#x reader#sugar daddy au
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Mihawk x Perona and a couple therapy by Dr. Alvida
Horo horo horo
#sugar daddy mihawk#mihopero#mihawk x perona#mihawk#perona#mirona#dracule mihawk#peronaxmihawk#mihawkxperona#perona x mihawk#one piece art#onepiece#one piece#one piece fanart#fanart#art#my art#one piece fan comics#mihawk fanart#perona fanart#op fanart#alvida#alvida fanart
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Shanks calling Buggy after seeing the Cross Guild poster: hey how come you get to have two sug-
Buggy, screaming: GOODBYE RED HAIR
Crocodile: who was it?
Buggy: NO ONE
#shanks is the cross guilds number one caller#shanks pouting because benn won't spend money on him#even though he already does but shanks thinks his bar tabs just magically disappear#and shanks wears the same clothes every day so benn can buy him nice things#buggy hung up because it was then that he realized he had two sugar daddies#he just thought they didn't like his flashy clothes#sir crocodile#mihawk#dracule mihawk#buggy the clown#buggy
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╰┈➤ SFW & NSFW Headcanons || One Piece!!
featuring: dracule mihawk and arlong
a/n: @everlastlady requested some nsfw headcanons of mihawk! and i’m adding arlong to satisfy my monster fucker needs uwu
summary: NSFW!! degrading, biting, blood, oral mention, mihawk is a sweet babey and arlong is basically an ass
Dracule Mihawk
SFW
Now this man is going to respect you to the very end I can see he's the type man to grab your hand and give it a gentle kiss and tell you how beautiful you are. "You're so beautiful my sweet darling."
And honestly I can see him as a sugar daddy, he'll go after bounties and once he gets the money be prepared to get spoiled! He'll buy you anything. You're his babygirl/boy.
And he'll protect you to the very end, and if someone were to lay a finger on you let's just say they'll be chained up to some bricks and be thrown into the ocean.
He's great with a sword and he's going to teach you how to use a sword, and you're not gonna be as great as him but he's gonna teach you anyways.
Whenever he had to leave for long periods of time he makes sure to take you on a nice dinner the night before. And he's gonna treat you with nice things like gifts, kisses, cuddles and a romantic night in the bed.
He does have to keep your guys relationship on the low, because who knows what will happen if someone got their hands on you because of him, he would feel awful.
Definitely loves giving you pet names!! "Darling, Sweetheart, Dear, Love and Princess/Prince."
He honestly has trouble showing any kind of affection, so it was pretty awkward the first few weeks of dating him. But as time has passed by he started to show you more affection.
NSFW
THE SWORD HE'S CARRYING ISN'T THE ONLY BIG AND LONG THING HE HOLDS AROUND. DUDE IS PACKING, AND HE KNOWS HOW TO USE IT.
He isn't too loud in the bed, a few moans and groans. But loves to talk a lot. "You're doing a great job Darling." and "You wrap around my cock so well, you feel so good."
Mihawk knows how to please his lover, he knows what places to grope and kiss. He knows what exactly to whisper in your ear to make you weak to your knees.
He's the type of man to think about your pleasure first rather than his. He wants to put you first. "Be a doll for me and get on your knees."
When he has you pinned against the bed he loves thrusting slowly into you. He loves seeing your face reactions. And also depending on his mood is going to be his pace. If he's pissed off and needs to let out some steam he'll pound you until you pass out. Oof.
Wear his hat and only the hat he's going to be on top of you in a second, his hands all over you. "Oh my, look at you with my hat. I was looking for that." He'll whisper and bring his lips to your neck.
He's definitely into marking you. Such as hickeys and scratch marks.
Man loves oral, and he prefers to give rather than receive. Don't get him wrong he loves a good blowjob but he loves getting in between your legs. He loves all the sweet lewd noises you make and he loves the way you arch your back. And this man loves the way you taste. "You taste divine as always darling."
Arlong
SFW
This man is selfish being, and honestly he's gonna treat you like trash. He's going to treat you more like a pet rather than a lover. So you better buckle up because you're in for a ride. He's very disrespectful towards you.
Considering you're human he's going to treat you like a pile of hot garbage. And he's definitely going be talking down on you. "You're a worthless Human, you're lucky that I keep you as a pet."
Since you belong to him he definitely makes you wear a collar that has his name. "That's right, show the world you belong to me."
Arlong has a huge bounty on his head and he knows that it's a huge risk on you too, because people can go after you and use it against him. But he could give two shits on what happens with you. If they take you away and kill you that's your problem.
He always makes sure you're by his side, whenever he goes on meetings or parties you're always by his side. And when he's sitting on his chair he has you kneeling next to him.
You may be a pet but he still a sugar daddy, he wants his pet to look good for him.
He doesn't bother to call you by your name, but he enjoys calling you "Pet, Stupid Human and Worthless Chum."
You fall asleep whenever he gives you permission, you eat whenever he allows you to eat. He controls your life. He will make you eat out of a dog bowl.
NSFW
He's a very selfish man when it comes to the bedroom, he only thinks about his own pleasure. But if he's in a good mood he'll treat you so well. And he's going to make you feel so good. "I bet human dick can't make you cum like that way I do."
His favorite thing is when you sit on his lap, he'll tug onto your collar roughly. That's his favorite position. Fucking you as he's sitting down. He'll groan loudly in your "God, you're so tight." And loves slapping your ass.
He loves biting you, sinking his shark like teeth into your soft skin makes him hard. Watching the blood drip down, licking it up is a sweet treat for him.
He loves forcing you to your knees as he's sitting on his chair. He loves when you suck him off, he'll forcing your head down. And you better take his full length and trust me babygirl he's huge. He'll also thrust into your mouth.
Arlong is going to fuck you, and fuck you so good that you won't be able to walk for the next few days. And whenever your having sex with him he's going to hit the right places. Making you scream his name out. He doesn't care if anyone hears you.
Loves to mark you, so bite marks. Scratch Marks, Bruises and Hickeys. And you better show off your markings. Be proud of them.
He can fuck you anywhere, and he doesn't care if anyone walks in on you guys. He doesn't care if they watch or not.
Overall he's a selfish being. But he will dick you down so good that you crave it.
#x reader#reader insert#dracule mihawk#mihawk#arlong#one piece live action#one piece#op#opla#anime#smut#headcanons
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Numbers Game ~ Part 7
Numbers Game Masterlist
Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2397
Ao3 Link
Summary: Crocodile has a taste, and so do you. These powerful men have questions for their numbers girl, and they demand answers.
Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Alcohol, Cigars, Swearing, Angst, Smut, Established Relationship, Manipulation, Humiliation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Guilt, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Size Difference, Dom Dracule Mihawk, Cuckolding, Biting, Cunnilingus, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Blow Jobs, Rough Oral Sex, Hair-Pulling
A/N: I don't know what to say, lol. I hope you enjoy the meal
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Those eyes.
He had you trapped. Your heels were squirming on the carpet as you bit your lip, looking up at his intense expression from the chair he’d caged you in.
Even though he’d just watched you come in Mihawk’s lap, and had torn your dress off of you himself, you finally felt raw, exposed, under the heat of those pale eyes.
Your chest was heaving as you tried to speak.
He beat you to it, leaning even closer as his smoky breath warmed your skin. He brought the back of his hook to your cheek, the cool metal pulling a soft gasp from you.
“You believe I’ll take care of you, don’t you, Y/N?”
“Yes,” you managed, barely a whisper.
He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before returning, his eyes like molten metal against you as the coolness of his hook left your skin.
“You’re gonna be my sweet girl, aren’t you?”
You nodded, eyes wide as his head dipped, that pale gaze burning even more.
“Y-Yes, I will.”
He let out a soft, deep hum, the sound alone enough to make your eyes flutter. He waited for you to meet his gaze again, freezing you in place.
“You promise?”
These words felt like brands marking your body, changing you, claiming you forever.
He just waited. His scent and his warmth surrounded you. He wasn’t touching you at all, but it felt like he was everywhere. You breathed him in, and made the choice.
“I promise.”
The shift in his expression was dangerous. Your breath caught at the subtle squint of his eyes. The smile that touched his lips wasn’t just pleased. It was satisfied. As if he was admiring a prized possession.
As if he owned you.
He does.
You knew you should be scared.
But when he brought his lips to yours, to seal your vow with a kiss, you gave yourself to him.
This frightening man pulled you closer by the chair you were sitting on, and he ate at your mouth slowly, deeply, savoring you.
Needy sounds left your throat as you clawed at his shirt, pulling the scarf from his vest. You used that orange fabric to pull him closer, as if your strength could ever affect his.
He pulled back from you with a smile, and your hands clung to him, starting to work at the buttons of his vest.
“Slow down, sweetheart,” he teased, trapping both of your hands in his. “You’re not ready for me yet.”
An almost feral feeling had taken you over as you let out a soft whine, thighs clenching together.
“How deliciously eager our little rabbit is,” Mihawk purred from the couch. His wicked voice made you arch your back, and his laughter felt like his teasing fingers on your skin.
“Don’t worry, sugar,” Crocodile rasped against your ear. “You're gonna have everything you want.”
His lips and tongue on your neck were so much. He sucked at your skin while you twitched and gasped.
He pulled back, eyes already darker, his lips parted. He grabbed your waist with his hand, and brought his hook to tear at your lingerie, ripping them away as he’d done with your dress.
“Gods, look at you, sweetheart…”
Already lost to him and his touch, your eyes rolled back as his huge hand smoothed over your body. He let the back of his hand trail across your torso, lightly scraping those heavy rings along your skin. He chuckled as he teased your nipples with those precious stones, making your body jerk from the sensation.
His rings were replaced by his lips, his large tongue teasing your chest. He sucked there too, and you were sure he was leaving marks across your breasts.
“Please,” you whimpered, your body writhing under his touch.
“Please what, darlin’?”
He’d brought those teasing lips up to your ear, nibbling while you tried to speak.
“Please, I need…”
“My sweet girl will get everything she needs.”
He brought his face to yours, while his hand moved over your hip. His thumb drew closer and closer to where you needed it, and you whimpered again.
“You trust me, right, sugar?”
“Mmhm,” you nodded, biting your lip.
“Don’t be afraid to ask, babydoll. Just open those pretty lips, and tell me what Daddy Crocodile can do for his sweet girl.”
Your head fell back as you let out a desperate moan, and he pressed warm kisses to your exposed neck.
You were about to cry, too overwhelmed to speak and beg him for what you needed.
“You need some help, baby?”
Nodding, your brows furrowed as you fought for some control.
He kissed down your stomach, and you dug your nails into the armrests, willing him to go further.
“Mm, is this what my pretty girl needs?”
His massive tongue licked a long stripe through your folds, flicking at your clit until you gave a small scream.
He kissed up and down your thighs while you practically sobbed with need.
“You know you’re my girl,” he said, still peppering kisses soo close. “You’ve gotta talk to me, sweetheart.”
“P-Pl–”
“That’s right. Tell me what you need.”
“Your tongue… Please, Daddy.”
“Mm, that’s my girl,” He growled, bringing his lips to your core, giving a slow, sensual kiss to your folds, tasting all that wetness he’d help build.
“Fuuuck,” you moaned, clinging to the armrests as your toes curled.
Everything about him was big, but his tongue…
His tongue teased and overwhelmed you, and you were almost there.
Then that tongue fucked into you, reaching so deep. His nose rubbed against your clit over and over, sending ripples of pleasure through your body. Your fingers dug into that slicked back hair, you felt him use the chair to pull you to him.
You screamed his name, and you called him daddy, and you came on his tongue while he lapped up your pleasure, and called you his ‘sweet girl.’
Slumped in that green velvet chair, you shivered as he whispered over you, leaving trails of kisses and praise.
“You tired, sweetheart?”
You hummed, your eyes opening to the room.
Crocodile had moved to the side a bit as he kissed your neck, and whispered in your ear.
Your legs were spread wide, and your eyes had opened to the sight of Mihawk and Buggy staring.
Mihawk looked pleased, sipping his wine slowly as if he was enjoying the show.
Buggy’s mouth was wide open, tongue almost hanging loose.
You were suddenly not tired.
“Is my little rabbit out of energy already? How disappointing.”
Mihawk’s teasing smirk made you almost sure that he wasn’t disappointed. Still, there was something in you that wanted to prove him wrong. Something that was probably unhealthy, but you were too far gone to care.
You pushed yourself forward in the chair, sitting up straight. Crocodile’s face lit up, and his laugh would have embarrassed you if it hadn’t sounded so real. Like you’d surprised him.
Mihawk stood, and your breath hitched as he took off his coat.
They’d brought a coat rack into the lounge, but Mihawk also had a specific hanger for his ridiculously fancy coat. You did your best to keep any hint of amusement off of your face as you watched him hang that glorious piece of clothing with such care next to his extravagant hat, leaving his boots there before turning back to you.
What had started as amusement had shifted quickly as you saw this powerful, untouchable man strip for you.
It felt like you’d stopped breathing entirely as he walked toward you, unclasping the belt on his low slung pants with one hand. His other hand ran fingers through his black hair, letting you admire the stretch of his sculpted muscles.
Crocodile rubbed his hand along your calf before returning to the couch, leaving you alone as the predator stalked close to his prey.
Those hawk eyes of his looked down on you, a sly smile on his lips as he saw your mouth parted for him.
“Needy little pet. Would you like some more attention?”
His voice did things to you.
You wanted to do things to him too.
Knees hit that plush carpet as you slid off the chair, and you looked up at those dangerous eyes while you reached for his pants.
His deep laughter rolled over you as you fought with the clasps, struggling to stay on task as you felt the hard press of him through the fabric.
“This wasn’t the plan, little vixen,” he teased, making you cry out as one of his hands fisted into your hair.
“But I’ll give you a few minutes to see how much training you’ll be needing.”
His free hand helped you undo the clasps, sliding those pants down to reveal his long, thick cock. It sprang loose, standing straight along his stomach, and he laughed again at your expression.
“You wanted to play. Let’s see what you can do, pet.”
His fingers were tight in your hair, but just enough to speed your pulse, not enough to control your movements yet.
You grasped him in your hands, just the warmth and feel of him making your eyes roll back.
“Good, darling. Show me how much you want it.”
Rolling your heavy lidded eyes up to his, you did your best to show him.
The taste of precum made your mouth water as you teased his tip with your tongue. You sucked the tip into your mouth, releasing it with a ‘pop,’ as you let spit drip down his shaft for your fingers to glide on. You kept your teary eyes on his as you took him in as deeply as you could, wanting so badly to please him.
“Mm, look at our precious girl, Crocodile. Who would have thought such an idiot could find such a sweet, little treasure like her?”
The sound of Crocodile’s laugh was overpowered by the slide of thick veins along your tongue as you whimpered, feeling even more wetness pooling at your core from pleasing him.
“That’s enough, pet. I’m ready to feel that eager pussy of yours now.”
You let out a soft whine, fingers grasping uselessly at his thighs.
Mihawk tilted his face to the ceiling and let out another laugh, so loud it vibrated through his skin, and into your mouth.
“Just a bit more then, little rabbit, if that’s what you wish. Brace yourself.”
A split second to grip onto his hips, and then you were choking on his cock.
The hand in your hair held you firm, and it gave evil little jerks with his thrusts, bringing desperate, muffled cries from your throat.
Fighting to breathe through your nose, your lower body squirmed and writhed under his brutal attack.
Still, you tried to meet his eyes, and give yourself to him.
His thrusts slowed, finally pulling out of you, catching your shoulders as you slumped.
“Come, darling,” he soothed, kissing your temple as he lifted you into his arms.
“We can practice that later. Don’t you think it’s time I fuck into all those hard to reach places for you?”
Your arched back brought out a pleased chuckle as he set you down on the edge of the coffee table, Crocodile’s coat still impossibly warm as it draped over the wood.
“Clown, fetch our darling a glass of water.”
Buggy practically ran to the bar counter in the corner, filling a glass for you. He almost tripped over the rug on the way back, a bit of water sloshing over the sides.
“Pathetic,” Crocodile growled with a shake of his head.
Buggy knelt in front of you, but Mihawk yanked his blue hair back before he got too close, bringing a little whimper to Buggy’s lips.
The swordsman grabbed the glass for you, and you drank, still regaining your voice from the force of his cock down your throat.
“Move.”
Buggy stood at the threat in Mihawk’s command, returning to that velvet chair that you had just fallen to pieces in.
Your golden eyed lover knelt before you, taking everything else from your mind with gentle touches and kisses across your hair and skin.
A sigh left your lips and you reached out to trail fingers along his back.
Until he twisted all that sweetness with his greatest weapon. That wicked voice whispering in your ear.
“You’ve been doing so well, pet. Do you think you deserve this cock?”
“Mmhm,” you begged, nodding as his lips breathed over your neck.
“Such an eager little rabbit, you are. You want to get your pretty little cunt stuffed so badly, you’ll even let us fuck you in front of your old lover. What a filthy girl…”
You were whimpering now, trying, and failing to pull him down onto you. He just moved closer, forcing you to lean back over the table.
“What else would my pretty pet do for me?”
With that question, he brought his hand to your shoulder, his thumb tracing along your collarbone as he pressed you down onto the table, his body hovering above yours now.
“Please…”
Your voice was hardly even a whisper, but he leaned closer, his facial hair teasing along your cheek.
“Is this what you want, little rabbit?”
Just the slide of his cock along your wet folds made you scream, your back arching so high off the table that your stomach touched his warm, sculpted abs above you.
His laughter was like sweet torture.
“Y/N, I will bring you more pleasure than you ever thought possible. It might even drive you mad. I will have you addicted to this cock, my sweet little rabbit.”
Teasing you again, his tip just barely touched your clit before pulling back. He licked up your neck, nibbling your ear while you twitched beneath him.
“Do you want to be Hawkeye Mihawk’s filthy treasure? My pretty little lover?”
A needy whine escaped your throat as you nodded.
“What will you do to be mine?”
The tease held a hint of threat, heating your blood. More words that felt like more than they should.
He had caged you again, forcing you to meet his gaze.
Molten gold poured down from those eyes, as if trapping you in golden chains.
Another vow left your lips tonight, selling your soul after a few short days with these dangerous men.
“I’ll do anything.”
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Overall, in the live-action "One Piece", I liked the way that they did Mihawk visiting the Baratie. I still prefer the manga/anime (Zoro SEES Mihawk fuck up an armada and this wonderful idiot is like, "Yeah, I'm gonna fight him next,"), but I understand why they shifted the Don Kriegs around in order to fit the arc they had created for their limited number of episodes for the East Blue Arc, and I think it was probably the right choice even if it changing the Don Kriegs does give us less of the Baratie crew. All of the arcs were filed down and I can just go back to the manga to see all the East Blue minor characters properly.
I like the fact that OPLA has such a different feel. I think it's fun when adaptations embrace the fact that they're inherently different. I really liked Nami and Zoro's little drinking and questions game. And I thought Usopp getting super drunk at the bar and Mihawk being RIGHT THERE listening to him talk was SO FUNNY. Like, yeah, that gives off the vibe that this warlord does just casually visit bars as he travels, in between fighting armies for funsies, and now I get to also imagine Mihawk casually shopping at specialty goth clothing stores and buying bottles of wine to go as he travels. (And now I have to wonder what would have happened if Zoro had run into Mihawk somewhere like Funky Bar (the bar he mentions to Kuro, which yeah, they did kind of make it sound like a gay bar).)
I like Usopp/Kaya, but now I also like to imagine for a second that Usopp could have accidentally (or on purpose! If you're not going for Usopp/Kaya) HIT ON Mihawk at the Baratie. Maybe he was just trying to compliment the guy's fit or remark on his beautiful eyes or something, because Mihawk definitely has an aesthetic going on, and these words came out a little too flirty? Maybe it was a random bout of drunken courage sure to collapse quickly?
And, in this silly OPLA AU, I like to imagine Mihawk leaning into this at least for intelligence-gathering, like, "Let me buy you a drink. Tell me more." (Side note: Mihawk doesn't really seem like a bar hookup guy to me, like, in general, but counterpoint: SHANKS sure does!)
So, Nami, across the bar, can be like, "Whoa, Usopp's actually pulling some guy." (Mentally, she is evaluating Mihawk as, like, a sugar daddy robbery target. It's like second nature to her at this point. Are they going to have to interfere? Usopp is REALLY drunk. Can she swipe Mihawk's wallet if they interfere?) And Zoro turns around to look and he pauses for a really long time before saying, "...That's Dracule Mihawk, the World's Greatest Swordsman."
So, things proceed pretty much the same way from there, Zoro challenges a warlord and nearly dies, but now Nami and Zoro can hold "flirting with a warlord at a bar" over Usopp's head as an embarrassing story FOREVER. (I think if Usopp tried to own this misunderstanding to lessen the embarrassment, his lying would take over, and this would somehow lead to widespread rumors that someone on the Strawhats is secretly MARRIED to Mihawk or something, because Usopp's luck is terrible. The Navy has to reach out to Mihawk like, "ARE YOU IN LEAGUE WITH THE STRAWHATS THROUGH MARRIAGE?! CONFIRM OR DENY." And Mihawk thinks it's so fucking stupid that he refuses to answer at all.)
After the timeskip, the first thing that Zoro ends up saying to Usopp after 2 years is something like: "Mihawk says hey."
Usopp: (･o･;)
Did Mihawk really say hey? Does he remember Usopp at all? Is Zoro just fucking with Usopp? Usopp will never know. (Maybe Mihawk said something like, "My regards to your crew," but Zoro is totally just fucking with Usopp.)
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Peppermint Tea 5
Introducing...PERONA! I love this pink haired princess. I hope you enjoy the switch ups I've done here! I wanted to try and give a little insight to everyone. Enjoy!
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Warnings! None this time!
It's only been four days, and Dracule already longs to be back on your quiet island in the middle of nowhere. Just the two of you and quiet Hank, and not the loud mouth ghost girl who had shown up at his castle and just never left. He feels a sigh bubble up and spill over for the umpteenth time today when he hears Perona screech again about…something?
He ignores her shrill voice and focuses back on the task at hand, finding his Darling the books that she wanted. Dracule has already found the seafaring and ship books he wants to give her; his home is filled to the brim with anything he may want, after all. He already knows you enjoy Botany, so he supposes he would search for those next.
Mihawk is pulled from his musing when he notices that it has gone oddly quiet. He cuts his eyes to the floating girl under his care and finds her far too close for comfort. He glares at her, face falling from whatever expression he'd been making, “What, Perona?” He demands.
The pink haired girl narrows her eyes right back at him and floats closer despite the obvious annoyance that colors his tone.
“You are what, Mihawk,” Perona squawks in his face. She glances down at the books that lay across his massive desk, “Since when do you need books about sailing? And you've been,” she grimaces, “Smiley lately. What's that about?”
Dracule's expression closes off, mouth dropping in a sneer, “I suggest you mind your own business, today, Ghost Girl,” he snaps at her and casually tucks his gifts away under his desk. He absolutely does not want Perona of all people to know about his hidden oasis away from the world. You didn't need that kind of attention.
Perona sticks her tongue out at him, “Ugh, so you are hiding something! Why don't you just tell me? Who else will I tell? It's not like Zoro is here anymore.” She laments dramatically. He watches her float up and around the room, her odd stuffed animals watching nervously from the doorway of his study.
“My business is my business,” Dracule quips and reaches for the glass of wine he'd left to air, and then takes a delicate sip. His mind wanders back to you, and he makes a mental note to bring along his favorite wine for you to try next time he shows himself.
The thought of you flushed and giggly with alcohol has him shifting in his seat.While he would never take advantage of you, he can picture you clinging to him, thick tongued as he whispered all the things he wanted from you. You listened to him so well, trusting that he would not lead you astray. Unwarranted, a smirk begins to curl his lips, and his nice day dream is shattered by the triumphant sound that Perona makes.
“See! There you are again! You don't just smile like that! It's creepy,” she makes a face at him, and Dracule can feel the vein in his forehead pulse in pure frustration.
“Get out of here before I toss you in the sea, Perona,” Dracule snaps at her, and the pink haired girl huffs in obvious disdain even as she flips herself around to float out of his study.
“Fine, Dracy. Be that way to your only friend,” Perona snips, and thankfully, one of the stitched stuffies shuts the door behind them.
Mihawk swipes a hand through his hair. He's more annoyed about himself for getting so lost in thought over some woman on a lost island. He doesn't understand why you've become so…special to him so quickly, but he's learned long ago that one shouldn't question why one wants something. You were a unique specimen, one that he wanted to know everything about. These small glimpses into your life he has gotten so far are not enough, not for one as selfish as he.
Dracule huffs to himself, “Acting like a fool,” he grumbled and sipped his wine in contemplative silence until his glass was empty. He stands from his plush seat, mind already occupied with mentally pursuing his collection of books and the ones he wanted to give to you.
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Perona catches Mihawk twice more smiling to himself and calls him out each time the next couple of days. She doesn't know what's gotten into Mihawk, but the usual stoic warlord was far more…pleasant than usual. As long as she didn't point out the way he was smiling to himself, that is.
She looks through the odd arrangement of books on his desk when he is gone, frowning to herself at the array of sailing and Botany books. There is even one about the many species of animal that make the Grand Line their home. These aren't the kind of tomes that Perona sees him reading, and it has made her very suspicious.
She drops the books with a wrinkled nose and floats back in the air, “What are you hiding, Dracy,” she hisses to herself and glares at his desk as if had all the answers in the world.
Perona sighs and then fixes the desk, hiding the books from sight and leaving before she is caught by the owner of the castle. She'd hate to see if he actually went through with his threat.
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The weeks that you are alone on your island are long. Longer than long, you think. It's been nineteen days since Mihawk left, you know, because you keep careful track of when to rotate your drying racks for your herbs, and the departure has left you more…despondent lately. You try your best to ignore the cold that constantly surrounds you without your mysterious friend.
Were the two of you friends? You didn't really know. You've never been involved with someone before, especially not with someone so unique and interesting as Dracule. It's rare that someone washed up on your tiny island, and when they did, they usually tried to rob you after you tried to help them.
You sigh and sit up in the sands of the shore that faces west, the way Hawkeye had gone when he left. You wonder when he'll come back, and you blush when you think of all the things he might want to do with you next. That kiss the morning before he set sail had been mind-numbing. You liked the way he took control of your life, enjoyed it when he looked at you with those piercing eyes, and ordered you.
A big shaggy body shoves between your arms suddenly, and you snicker as Hank tackles you back down. Even with the distraction of your shaggy pup, your thoughts still linger on the yellow eyed man.
“Look at me, Hank!” You bury your face in his fur, “All I can think about is him kissing me!” You whail and your thoughts instantly turn to the way his tongue had slid in your mouth, headless of you just waking, “I sound like someone from one of those books,” You huff in frustration and rise, wiping hair away from your face when the wind suddenly whips around you.
Something shadow's you from the warm sun, and you squint up to see what had interrupted your rant to Hank. Your mouth runs dry when you see none other than the man your brain hasn't been able to keep quiet about.
Dracule smirks down at his sweet oasis, who stares up at him with big eyes and lips caught in her teeth as if afraid to speak up. He reaches out for her, warm hand sliding along her jaw, and thumb tapping the lip between her teeth. You open your mouth, and Mihawk smooths the pad of his thumb over the abused flesh.
“I believe I heard you saying something about a kiss?” Dracule questions, and you are caught in his ring-eyed gaze. He raises a brow when you nod, and you remember the last time this happened.
“I was, maybe thinking about the kiss from that morning,” you say, voice rough in embarrassment as you try to look anywhere but at Mihawk. His grip tightens, and your cheeks burn as Dracule forces you to look at him, proving any attempts mute.
The warlord chuckles, a dark rumble deep in his chest that has your toes curling in anticipation, “Well then, Dear One. I'm here now. There is nothing stopping you from taking what you want.”
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Stuck Chapter 22
A/N: Just a heads up I wasn't able to fit angsty/possessive Mishanks in this chapter. This chapter lowkey ended up being almost 4,000 words and I didn't want to make it longer than that. It also ends on a bit of a cliffhanger; so if you'd like to avoid that I would wait til chapter 23 comes out to read. Final warning there is heavy drinking in this chapter.
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“There’s no fucking way,” Himiko laughed at Sanji’s retelling of their notorious regular’s fall.
“Yes, he literally fell over nothing and spilled his ‘extra extra hot’ latte all over himself. He then started screaming because no one helped him up. He threatened to sue the coffee shop for the burns.”
“Damn, maybe karma does exist; I’ve had to remake his latte at least twice every shift I’ve worked there since I’ve started.” Himiko said, applying setting powder, “I’m not happy he’s hurt, but maybe he’ll finally stop coming.”
“I hope so. If it’s not his order, it’s him trying to learn every girl who works with us’ schedule.” Sanji said from his spot perched on the closed toilet seat in Vivi’s guest bathroom.
“Yeah, there’s no denying he’s a creep.” Himiko agreed, finishing her makeup by applying her lipstick.
“Shit,” Sanji said staring down at his phone.
“What?” Himiko asked as she put away her makeup.
“Um, do you know that Luffy’s bringing his friends from the poly sci program?”
“Sorta, I said he could bring whoever he likes. Why?” Himiko said looking through her accessory bag.
“Um, he invited Ace,” Sanji said, showing her a picture of them pregaming at Luffy and Zoro’s place.
“Okay?” Himiko replied, putting on her dangly star earrings.
“Won’t that be awkward?” Sanji asked.
“Sanji, we fucked once almost 3 years ago when I first moved to the city it’s fine,” Himiko responded, giving herself a once over. She was wearing a two-piece dark blue-almost black velvet dress that had white and silver stars all over it. The first piece was a sleeveless dress that hugged her in all the right places and had a sweetheart neckline. The second piece was a wide collar that connected down to billowy sleeves made from the same printed fabric. It was slightly shorter than what she was used to, but she had to admit that her legs looked amazing especially because of the lift her chunky Mary Jane was giving her.
“I don’t know he flirts with you every time you’re together,” Sanji said standing up from his seat.
“He’s a fuckboy, Sanji, that’s what fuckboys do,” Himiko argued, as they stood side-by-side.
“I guess I just hope him flirting with you doesn’t affect your whole DILF situation,” Sanji said.
“Why would it?” Himiko asked.
“Aren’t you exclusive with the DILF’s?” he asked.
“Not exactly we never really nailed down whether or not we’re exclusive. Last time we talked about it we agreed it was too early for that kind of commitment. We’re more in a wait-and-see-if-it-comes-up kind of situation.” She explained.
“Okay, just let me know if he makes you uncomfortable at all,” Sanji said as they posed for a mirror selfie.
“Okay,” Himiko agreed as she snapped a photo and posted it on her Instagram and snap story. After they were done, they grabbed the empty glasses of wine and joined Nami and Vivi in the living room. A smile stretched across her face as she took in their outfits. They had matching two-piece outfits in black and white. They had swapped tops so that their outfits were mix-matched. The outfits consisted of a tight long-sleeved lace crop top paired with a tight skirt and heels.
“Aw, you guys look great,” Himiko greeted them.
“Thanks, hopefully the matching outfits will make us look like a couple,” Vivi said.
“It sucks that every time we go out it doesn’t occur to men that you’re a fem for fem couple.” Himiko agreed.
“I don’t know I’m hoping it dissuades enough men so that they don’t bother us, but also leaves enough to buy us drinks,” Nami said.
“I mean tonight’s on me, so you don’t have to worry about that,” Himiko replied.
“Yeah, Himiko’s Daddy tonight,” Sanji said jokingly, causing Himiko to roll her eyes. She pulled out her phone to check the time when a text came in from Zoro saying that they were leaving downtown and heading up to meet them in center city.
“Kay the guys are leaving Zoro and Luffy’s apartment now.” She relayed.
“Do we want to do one more round of shots before heading out? It’ll probably take us just as long to get there since 3/4 of us are wearing heels.” Nami said.
“Yeah, it’s also for the best we get there at the same time. We don’t want a repeat of last time where we went in separate and not all of the guys got to go in right away.” Himiko agreed.
“Ugh, don’t remind me, me and Usopp had to wait over an hour in the cold because they were at the ‘male capacity’” Sanji sighed.
“At least we’re all over 21 now, so it’s not like we have to worry about being caught,” Vivi said.
“True,” Himiko agreed as Nami lined up four shots of cheap whiskey. They each picked up one before toasting.
“To the DILFs,” Nami said raising her shot. Himiko rolled her eyes playfully at Vivi and Sanji seconded Nami before she took the shot. Himiko bit her tongue to stop herself from grimacing at the alcohol. She always hated the cinnamon aftertaste. It always reminded her of the stomach aches she used to get after eating too many red hots as a kid.
“Everyone ready?” Sanji asked, grabbing his jacket.
“Yeah,” Himiko said sliding on her jacket and grabbing her clutch. The quartet made their way down to the street and headed three blocks north to the club. Nami and Himiko led the way as Sanji walked arm-in-arm with Vivi behind them. Vivi could normally handle walking in heels, but the combination of booze and poor city maintenance of the sidewalks left her stumbling.
“So, how are you doing?” Nami asked, bumping shoulders with Himiko.
“Good, I’m so happy to finally be done with this semester.” She replied.
“How are the DILFs?” Nami asked.
“Good, Shanks has off tomorrow so I’m going to head up to help him get everything sorted and packed for the trip,” Himiko answered.
“You’re leaving Sunday morning, right?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Himiko nodded, “We’re going to the hospital gala the night before,”
“You’re going separate to that right?” Nami asked.
“Yeah, I’ll be going as Zoro’s date. Mihawk said it was fine as long as we are discreet. We already agreed I’ll be taking a separate car back to their place so we can leave first thing in the morning.” She answered, “How have you been?”
“Good, I’m also elated that the semester is over. Though I am going back to working 5-6 days a week until winter breaks over.” Nami answered.
“Taking advantage of all the rich people’s generous tips?” Himiko asked as they approached the line into the club.
“Always,” Nami answered with a smile, “Though I do wish I saw you more, I feel like I have to make an appointment to see you.”
“Aw, I’m sorry Nom,” Himiko said sincerely. “I promise I’ll try to make more time for us.”
“I’m gonna hold you to it Ko,” Nami said as they crossed the street. They easily spotted the guy’s group by Luffy flailing his arms to get their attention. Himiko bit her lip when she spotted Ace in the back of the cluster. She could only see his hat from her vantage point, but there was no mistaking his cowboy hat.
“Hey, guys!” Luffy shouted as they got into earshot of each other. They configured themselves in groups of 3 as quickly as you would expect 9 buzzed 20-somethings to take. Himiko tried to brace herself as she got paired up with Sabo and Ace in the end of the line. Ace’s gaze hadn’t left her since they arrived.
“How’s your girlfriend doing Sabo?” Himiko asked politely as they waited.
“Koala’s good she has one more final tomorrow, or she’d be here.” He responded.
“That sucks,” She replied sympathetically.
“Yeah, we’ll probably go out again tomorrow night before she has to head home for the break.” He responded.
“How have you been?” Ace asked, pulling Himiko’s attention to him. She bit her lip to hold back a shiver. His voice was deeper than she remembered.
“Fine,” She answered, “Just happy to finally be on winter break. How are you?”
“Good, I’m in the accelerated program at the law school. So, I don’t really get a break.” He responded as they made their way up the line.
“That’s rough,” Himiko replied.
“Yeah, but I knew what I was doing when applied. I know if I took the standard three years, I’d get restless during breaks.” He replied. Their attention snapped to the front of the line before Himiko had to make any more small talk. Himiko peered around the line and saw the commotion. A group of at least 6 girls were being turned away. Even from Himiko’s vantage point, she could easily see that they were underage. If their baby faces weren’t a giveaway them opting not to wear jackets was. Not using the coat check was a mistake only teenagers would make on a 20-degree night. The line started to move quickly once the girls realized there was no way they were getting in. Before Himiko knew it the bouncer was letting them in after charging Ace and Sabo.
They hurried to check their coats before climbing the stairs up to the club’s main floor. The ground floor of the club had three bars meshed with the walls. A DJ was occupying the last wall up on a stage. There were standing tables scattered near the bars around the perimeter of the dance floor. That was all standard for center city warehouse clubs, what made this club special was the raised lofts above the first floor that were occupied with different games. One was dedicated to darts, another had mini bowling, but the last was the reason that Himiko always came back. It held three pool tables where she had hustled the most money she’d ever gotten as a pool shark.
Himiko led the way through the crowd to the bar that was closest to the stairs leading to the pool loft. She spotted the Sanji as he raised his arm to wave them over. She could see his mouth moving but couldn’t hear anything over the overwhelming beat of the bass. She handed Nami her card before she and Vivi headed to the bar with Zoro to get the first round of drinks. After the first two rounds of shots, Himiko switched to slipping on a rum and coke while the others continued to drink on. Vivi and Nami pulled her from the table to dance before she could finish her drink. She slid it to Luffy to watch it. She couldn’t contain her laugh as she saw him immediately down the drink. It had been so long since they had gone out together that she forgot that Luffy’s philosophy was that if he was going to watch a drink it was safest in his stomach. She grabbed Sanji’s hand who in turn grabbed Usopp’s hand as the couple dragged her to the dance floor. The group of five carved out a space on the dance floor as they rocked their bodies to the beat of the song. Himiko danced between Usopp and Sanji while Vivi and Nami danced together a few feet away. Himiko could feel the tension of the semester ease out of her muscles as she let loose with her friends. She danced freely for a while until her feet started to protest. She pulled back from the crowd on the dance floor and headed back to their table with Sanji. She debated whether she should drink until she no longer felt the pain in her feet or if she was done dancing for the night.
She opted to order another rum and coke before making her way up to the pool loft above them. She leaned over the railing on the side of the loft as she did a mental check on everyone in her group. She crossed Nami and Vivi off the list as she watched them continue to dance with each other. A smile tugged on her lips as she took them in, she was so happy that Nami found someone who made her happy. Her eyes roamed over the crowd until she spotted Usopp who had found someone else to dance with. Next, she spotted Zoro and Sanji making out in the corner drawing a huff of a laugh from her. She finally looked down and saw Sabo and Luffy at their table, she paused before glancing around for Ace. Before she could do a proper scan of the dance floor a voice interrupted from her left causing her to almost drop her drink.
“Looking for someone?” She heard him ask leaning against the railing next to her close enough that their arms were brushing together.
“What do you want Portgas?” She turned to ask him after she recovered from fright.
“Nothing,” he said looking down at her, “Just thought you might want some company while you make sure all your ducklings are in line.”
“So, you’ve just come up to keep me company?” she asked skeptically.
“Yeah, unless you want something else from me, sweetheart,” he answered smirking down at her.
“Yeah, no I’m too sober for that kinda mistake,” Himiko said shaking her head as she fixed her gaze on the crowd again.
“Ouch,” he said with a laugh, “I’ll have you know I’ve turned over a new leaf.”
“Oh, is that right?” she asked, doubt clear in her voice, as she looked up at him.
“Yes, I haven’t had a one-night stand for the entire fall semester,” Ace replied with a sense of pride clear in his voice.
“Congrats. Do you want a gold star for your effort?” she asked dryly.
“Sweetheart, I’d take just about anything you’d offer me,” He responded sincerely leaning down to her height so that his hat cast a shadow over both their faces. Himiko wasn’t sure if it was the booze, his charisma, or possibly a combination of both, but she actually felt herself start to unintentionally lean in.
“You just said you don’t have one-night stands anymore,” Himiko responded.
“That’s a streak I’d happily break for you,” he replied, making no move to pull back. She felt herself getting hot under his unwavering gaze.
“Oh, and what makes me so special?” she asked teasingly. She mostly said it to continue the volley of their conversation, but there was a small part of her that was genuinely curious why he always singled her out.
“Are you really going to make me say it?” he asked pulling back slightly, “Isn’t it enough just to know that I’ve been pining for you since the last time we were together?”
“Ace, it’s been almost three years, whatever torch you’ve been carrying for me has to be embers by now,” Himiko responded.
“You’d think that’d be true, but my biggest romantic fumble was not seriously pursuing you.” He replied, with a level of sincerity that Himiko didn’t know he possessed.
“There’s plenty of girls out there, why me?” she asked. They were now leaning so close together that they were sharing breaths.
“Only a fool would let go of someone as beautiful on the inside and out as you are.” He answered, their lips just barely grazing each other’s. His confession broke the single strand of resolve that was holding her back. She pressed up on her toes and closed the sliver of a gap between them. Her body reacted before her mind could process what was happening. He nipped at her bottom lip; she gasped in response allowing him to bully his tongue into her mouth. His hands rested firmly on her waist, pinning her between his chest and the railing. Her hand not holding her drink found its way up to the nape of his neck where she tugged at his hair pulling a deep groan from his chest. Himiko pressed a hand to his chest forcing them apart before he could deepen the kiss any further. Their breaths came out in light pants as they leaned their foreheads against each other.
“We can’t do this,” Himiko said looking up at him through her lashes.
“Why, not?” Ace asked making no movement to leave their embrace.
“How am I supposed to trust that you won’t spit the second after you cum?” she asked. She was shocked that she was able to even maintain this level of conversation. Between the kiss and alcohol, her brain was fuzzier than normal.
“I don’t know,” he answered truthfully.
“I don’t know if I can handle that kinda of emotional risk right now,” Himiko responded.
“Give me a chance, let me earn it.” He said bordering on begging.
“Earn it?” Himiko asked, pulling back.
“Yeah, I’ll play you in any game here and if I win you give me a chance,” Ace replied.
“And if you lose?” she asked.
“You can have anything you’d like from me,” he answered.
“Anything?” she clarified.
“Yes,” Ace answered.
“Even your hat?” she asked, gauging how serious he was over this proposition.
“Yes,” he answered without hesitation, “If I win, we go on a date, if you win you can have my hat.”
Himiko paused for a moment before throwing back the rest of her drink.
“Okay,” she conceded.
“Okay,” Ace confirmed with a smile. Without any other prompting, she walked in a straight a line as she could to the wall where the pool cues were kept. She wasn’t at her normal level of confidence. If she knew she’d be playing pool for a wager she wouldn’t have had as much to drink as she had had. She was relying solely on the muscle memory she had been building up since she was a kid.
“Do you want to break?” she asked Ace as he pulled off the rack from around the balls.
“Lady’s first,” he answered. Himiko nodded as she set up the cue ball. She took a deep breath as she lined up her first shot. She took one more deep breath in as she pulled back and released it as she hit the white ball. The familiar clinks of the balls bouncing off each other calmed her nerves. To her luck, she had sunk two striped balls and one solid ball. It was dumb but she always felt like luck was in her favor when she got to be striped.
“I’m keeping striped,” she informed Ace as she walked around the table and examined it. She opted to go for a lone striped ball first that was on the opposite side from the 8-ball. She let out a sigh of relief as the ball just barely dropped into the pocket. She sank one more ball before her luck left her. Her third attempt went nowhere; the ball she had tried to line up bounced against the side an inch away from the side pocket. The only silver lining was that she hadn’t hit any of the solid balls. She still had to sink three more striped balls and the 8-ball to beat Ace. That was unless Ace hit the 8-ball that was currently surrounded by solid balls. He took a strategic move and broke up the clump his balls surrounding the 8-ball. Himiko sighed as she missed again, allowing him to immediately have his turn again. He was able to sink two balls before he accidentally knocked one of her balls into a corner pocket. Himiko took a deep breath before lining up her next shot.
A quiet had fallen over them, as their attention was fully focused on the game at hand. The steady beat of the music below was the only thing that could be heard. She was able to sink one ball on her first move, but her second shot didn’t lead anywhere. Even though she wasn’t sure what outcome she wanted she was determined to play to the best of her ability. In her tipsy mindset, it made perfect sense to leave it up to the fate of the game. She only had to sink one more ball and the 8-ball to win. She worried her bottom lip as Ace was able to hit two more of his balls into the pockets. He was now only one ball away from Himiko’s lead. The next few shots were throwaways for both of them. She was finally able to sink the last striped ball before turning her attention back to the 8-ball. She took a deep breath as she lined up the shot. It was going to be tricky because one of Ace’s balls was sitting in the way. She went for a risky maneuver that would be easy if she was sober, but incredibly hard in her current state. Her risk paid off as the ball bounced from one wall to the other and sunk the 8-ball and then one of Ace’s last two balls. By the time she looked up from the table Ace was passing her. He placed his hat on her head before making his way down to the main floor. Himiko quickly followed behind, but she immediately lost him in the crowd.
She circled back to the table where the crew was having another round of shots. Despite her better judgment she joined them and had a few more drinks to avoid the conflicted feelings brewing inside of her. It worked as the edge of her vision became fuzzy and she was once again dragged to the dance floor by Nami.
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A deep groan escaped Himiko as she flinched away from the bright light of the sun shining through the window. She sat up from her pillow on the floor, aka Zoro’s stomach, and grimaced at the taste of her morning breath. She picked up her phone that was vibrating on the floor next to her. Her eyes immediately widened as she took in the missed texts from the DILFs, along with two missed calls from Shanks and a DM request from Ace Portgas. Himiko held her head in her hands and groaned as she tried to remember what happened the night before.
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A/N: Hey, I hope you enjoyed the latest update. I will hopefully be able to update this fic soonish; I only have three more weeks of classes this semester. A Rose's Thorn babes I haven't forgotten about that fic; I'm just kinda on a roll with this one. Thank you all so much as always for taking the time to read this,
-Locke
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I like to imagine the warlord meeting are like rupauls drag race untucked
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by 1_najaylasucksd_1
Sanji is kicked out after a fight with his fiance, he was forced to give up his life to be married. After he finds himself homeless he calls his old friend to help but it turns out his friend got a roomate.
Words: 5137, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: One Piece
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M
Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Perona (One Piece), Monkey D. Luffy, Nami, Nico Robin, Franky (One Piece), Akagami no Shanks | Red-Haired Shanks, Dracule Mihawk, Crocodile (One Piece)
Relationships: Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji, Perona/Roronoa Zoro, Monkey D. Luffy/Nami, Franky/Nico Robin
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, ZoSan - Freeform, Daddy Issues, Daddy Kink, Sugar Daddy, Forced Marriage
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Peppermint Tea 4
Goodness this has been so fun to write! I hope you enjoy!
Masterlist
Mihawk let's out a lil attitude!
@writingmysanity @kenkenmaaa @foggyturtleknightangel @browneyedhufflepuff @djbumblebee @goth-mami-writer
Mihawk leaves the next morning. After dinner, you'd fluffed out some bedding and parked the warlord on your couch. It was large enough to fit him comfortably, though he did have to contend with an over eager Hank. He woke before you, lips curling at the sound of your soft snores when he slipped into your bedroom.
You wake when he cards one warm hand through your hair, eyes fluttering open to the delightful sight of Mihawk once more. However, you see that his coat is on and his boots cover his feet, so you know that he must be leaving. It saddens you, but you still smile in joy at seeing him. You reach for him, and Hawkeye gives in with a roll of his eyes.
His knee settles on the bed to leverage him as he leans over you, warm hand going from your hair to cradle your cheek. He leans in and kisses you, a simple press of his lips to your own. A hum catches in his throat when you tilt your head and purse your lips against his own, kissing him back even in your inexperience. He thinks of you going to bed last night, staying up, and reading the romance books you thought he didn't catch you taking back to your room. Mihawk is curious as to how far you'll let him push.
Dracule pulls away enough to speak, “Open your mouth for me, sweet thing,” he orders, and you shudder In his hold even as you do as you're told.
“Good girl,” he breathes and then seals his lips against your own once more, tugging and lapping at your swollen lips. Dracule's facial hair scrapes across your sensitive skin, and you whimper when you feel the heat of his tongue lick into your mouth. The kiss is like nothing you've ever experienced before. Nothing all the stories in the world could prepare you for.
Mihawk seems to be able to know when you need to stop, for he pulls away to gaze down at you with a smug smirk as you struggle to catch your breath, “That's not fair,” you grumble and fall back into the bed with a huff.
Dracule rolls his eyes at you again and leans down to kiss your cheek, “You'll get there, Darling,” he teases and then pulls away fully to stand tall, “However, I must go. There are things that I must attend to,” his mind casts off to Gloom Island, and the trouble that the pink haired menace causes every time he is gone for an extended period of time.
You sigh dramatically and roll out of the bed, “Yeah, alright. I'll walk you to your ship.”
Hawkeye follows you out of the bedroom, and Hank meets the two of you at the door. The big dog whines for pets, and you crouch to give him some before opening the door. Hank bounds put, and the two of you follow the excited hound outside to wallow in the grass and do his business. You leave your best friend to do what he does best and follow Dracule through the forest that surrounds your home until you arrive at the shore.
“That's your ship?” You demand, tone dropping in doubt and surprise. You look at him, brow cocked in disbelief, “It's tiny!”
Mihawk sneers at you, “My ship has served me well for decades, little girl. You shouldn't presume such things until you know what they are capable of,” it's the first time that he had gotten even the slightest bit ill with you, but this is his ship, his home away from the castle.
The change in attitude has you shrinking in on yourself a bit, and snow builds up around your feet. You feel guilty, but you hadn't been making fun of his boat! You promise.
Before you can make a fool of yourself even more, a warm hand cups the back of your neck, and you are pulled forward to thud against Mihawk's chest. He kisses the top of your head and wraps an arm around your waist
“That was uncalled for, dear one,” Dracule murmurs softly. He had seen the way you had flinched away from him, the temperature falling, and the uncertainty that had pooled in your eyes. He must remember that you knew little about him, didn't even know that he was a warlord, someone to be feared by all least the government sick him after them. He dearly wanted to keep it that way, and snapping at her for something so small was not the way to keep you close to him.
“I'm sorry. I wasn't picking fun,” Your voice is muffled, but Mihawk still hears your sad little explanation. It makes him feel a little guilty for snapping at you.
“I should have known,” He assures you quietly, and an idea comes to mind, “Would you like a book on ships and seafaring?” He had noticed a couple of similar tomes lying about your cottage, but many of your books were water damaged, making it difficult for you to get through them.
You jerk back to look up at him, excitement pooling in your eyes, “Really?” It's been decades since someone had gotten you a gift. The thought of Dracule being the one to be the first makes your stomach do flips.
Your disbelief has his lips curling in a soft smile, “Yes, really, Darling. Would you like more than one?” He questions, and by the way your face lights up, he knows the answer already.
“Ah, no, thank you. I don't want you to have to go through too much trouble for me,” you deny to his amusement. The warlord rolls his eyes, hand tightening on the back of your neck in admonishment.
“None of that, I want you to be honest with me, dear,” Mihawk orders. His thumb ghosts back and forth along the side of your neck, calming you from any nerves that want to rise up at his request.
Dracule watches as you come to a decision, cheeks pinking cutely as your eyes flick away from his, “Can I have three?” You finally ask. He huffs at your stubbornness.
“Fine. I will bring you three,” Mihawk agrees, though he is already thinking about other things that he could get you. He could finally put his Berri to good use.
Hank barking at a nearby crab brings the two of your back to reality. Mihawk sighs and drags you in for one last kiss before he steps back. He needed to leave now before he ended up staying far longer than he intended. He pats Hank's shaggy head when the dog lopes up to him.
“I'll be back, Darling,” he assures you, and you nod, hands wringing in uncertainty as your friend boards his ship. You watch from the shore as he pulls up his anchor and loosens his sails to catch the wind.
“Be safe!” You call before he can get too far away, and Mihawk raises a single arm to let you know that he heard your farewell. You watch him sail away from your little island with a heavy heart, but it fights with the joy of knowing that Mihawk will be back. Soon, he is little but a speck on the horizon, and you turn away to go back to your cottage, Hank bouncing around your feet.
#fanfic#one piece#reader insert#fluff#dracule mihawk#mihawk x reader#one piece mihawk#hawkeye mihawk#op mihawk#opla mihawk x reader#opla mihawk#mihawk x y/n#mihawk x you#reader is a devil fruit user#Peppermint tea#sugar daddy dracule Mihawk
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Stuck Chapter 19
A whine escaped Himiko’s throat as an alarm sounded to wake them up. Her attempt at escaping the noise by burrowing further into Shanks’s chest was unsuccessful, as a second alarm sounded on the other side of her. Another whine escaped her at the loss of heat as Mihawk pulled away from behind her to turn off the alarm. Shanks gently rolled her on her back as he stretched to turn off the alarm on his nightstand. Himiko refused to open her eyes as she attempted to go back to sleep.
“It’s time to wake up darling,” Mihawk said softly, placing a kiss on her forehead before shaking her shoulder with a light touch. Himiko groaned in response before reluctantly opening her eyes and pushing herself up on her forearms.
“What time is it?” she asked as she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
“Quarter to five,” Shanks said, voice husky from sleep. He seemed just as excited as Himiko to be waking up before sunrise.
“I hate opening,” she sighed, reluctantly slipping out of bed. Shanks gave her a brief side hug and kiss on the top of her head as she passed him on her way to the guest bedroom. She winced at the brightness of the bathroom, before opting to shut off the lights. She made quick work of her skincare routine after she finished brushing her teeth. She opted for no makeup, instead finishing off her routine with some sunscreen. Himiko was on autopilot as she shucked off her oversized t-shirt and got dressed. She made her way to the kitchen, dragging her feet the entire way.
“Look who decided to join us,” Shanks joked, revitalized by what Himiko presumed was coffee in his mug. She shot him a tired glare, as she hopped up on one of the kitchen stools. While she was grumpy, she had to admit that he looked good in his business suit. It was odd to see him clean-shaven; it made him look younger. Mihawk as always looked effortlessly pretty, even if he was just in a white button-up and black slacks.
“Damn, the sun isn’t even up yet, and you’ve both glared at me. I think that’s a new record.” Shanks laughed.
“I feel like that has less to do with us and more to do with you being a brat.” Mihawk chastised as he embraced Shanks from behind.
“You knew what you were getting when we started this Dracule,” Shanks said, glancing up over his shoulder.
“I suppose I did,” Mihawk reluctantly agreed, with an affectionate look on his face. Himiko absent-mindedly smiled as she took in the small, but loving scene. She felt extremely privileged to be able to witness their relationship unfiltered.
“Do you want anything to eat sunshine?” Shanks asked, breaking Himiko out of her daze.
“I’m alright. I’d probably get sick if I eat something now, I think I’ll wait ‘til my break to eat breakfast.” She responded. The couple nodded understandingly, Himiko jumped at the alarm sounding from Mihawk’s phone.
“It’s time for us to head out,” Mihawk said, pulling away from Shanks and shutting off the alarm. Shanks nodded and downed the last bit of his coffee before standing up. Himiko sleepily followed behind the couple down to the street. The streets for the most part were empty, allowing them to walk in a cluster. They stayed like that for two blocks until they reached the crossroads where Shanks needed to continue going straight toward his office, and Mihawk and Himiko had to turn left to make their way down to lower center city. Shanks and Mihawk stopped ahead of Himiko to share a brief kiss. Himiko was caught off guard when Shanks pulled her in for a quick peck. This was the first time either of them had exhibited any PDA with her. She found herself missing the light pricks of his stubble rubbing against her face. The kiss was over before she knew it.
“Be good for Sir,” he said after pulling away.
“You’re one to talk,” Himiko fired back, Shanks smirked in response, giving her one last peck on the forehead before heading off towards his office building. Himiko and Mihawk watched him until he went out of sight. Himiko had to stop herself from jumping when Mihawk interlaced his fingers with hers. It’s not like she was opposed to PDA, it’s quite the opposite, she relished any small touches the couple gave her in public. She just wasn’t used to them being so forward with it. Himiko was snapped out of her thoughts when he gently tugged on her arms, guiding her towards the subway station. They remained in silence, opting to enjoy each other’s company on the brisk Monday morning. They only released hands when paying at the turnstiles, before rejoining hands as they waited for the train amidst the other early morning commuters.
“There’s something, I’d like to ask you,” Mihawk said, as he rubbed small circles into the back of Himiko’s hand.
“What is it?” she asked as they boarded the train.
“You know how Shanks and I own a lake house an hour outside the city?” He asked as they took a seat in the corner of the car.
“Yeah, you go there the week before Christmas.” Himiko nodded, “Do you want me to watch Anko while you’re away?”
“Not quite,” Mihawk starts, looking down at her with his soft honey-colored eyes, “We were wondering if you’d like to come with us?” Himiko unintentionally furrowed her brow in confusion.
“Are you sure? That’s like the only time you two get one-on-one time. I won’t feel excluded if you two want some alone time.” Himiko responded. Mihawk smiled down at her with an emotion Himiko couldn’t quite place.
“We’re sure. I’m not sure how else we can reiterate, but we do cherish our time with you. Having you there would only enhance the experience. I’m sorry if our intentions were not clear.” Mihawk said, causing heat to rush to Himiko’s face under his gaze. “I know it’s not a small ask, and we’d like you to take as much time as you need to make a decision. We’re only asking this far ahead because we know that if you do come you’ll need two weeks’ notice at your jobs for vacation time.”
Himiko nodded as she took a moment to digest the offer.
“Why didn’t you ask me when we were all together?" Himiko asked after a second of contemplation.
“Shanks can be unintentionally very persuasive when he wants a certain outcome. We agreed it’d be better for me to ask you, so you don’t feel pressured either way.” Mihawk explained as they pulled into their stop. Himiko nodded in response. She mulled over the request as they ascended the stairs up to the street.
“Are you sure I wouldn’t be overstepping?” Himiko asked, breaking the silence.
“I’m positive, we wouldn’t be asking you if we didn’t want you there love,” He responded reassuringly. Himiko worried her bottom lip. She couldn’t remember the last time she had taken vacation time, or better yet the last time she’d been out of the city.
“Okay,” she nodded, “I’ll think about it,” she said as they stopped in front of the café. She reluctantly let go of Mihawk’s hand. She was about to turn to knock on the door when he gently grabbed her chin and tilted her face up to look at him. Her eyes widened as he pulled her in for a brief kiss.
“Have a good day at work love,” he said, once he had pulled back from a dazed Himiko.
“’ Kay,” was all she could manage to muster as she watched Mihawk walk down the block towards the hospital.
“That was hot,” Usopp joked, as he opened the door for Himiko. She quickly snapped back to reality and hit him with her bag when she passed by him on her way into the café. He laughed in response, locking the door behind him. Himiko slapped both of palms to her cheeks in an attempt to wake up and focus up on the task at hand. It felt like every time she found solid footing with those two the earth would shift under her. While she felt like she had gotten to know them pretty well at this point, they would go and do something she hadn’t accounted for. It was twofold this morning between the PDA and the invitation to their lake house.
“Good morning, Himiko,” Sanji greeted as he emerged from the back of house with arms full of dairy alternatives. She frowned in response; things were worse than she expected. Sanji had never not greeted her with a flirt before. It was plain and obvious to those in the know that the whole Zoro situation was weighing on him.
“Mornin’” she responded as she passed him on her way to the back. She pulled on a floral apron after putting her stuff away. Himiko punched in before setting off to prep and stock extra syrups, sauces, and spices they’d need later in the day. The three of them worked in a grove that they had mastered in their first year of working together. Before she knew it, Usopp was unlocking the door to let the early birds in. The rest of the shift was largely uneventful. While they did have a few bad customers, they were easily outweighed by the good ones. Himiko was genuinely surprised when her relief walked into the café. It felt like Usopp had just left a minute ago when in reality it had been two hours.
Himiko paused after slipping on her jacket; she was still conflicted about whether or not she should ask for the time off. She had been swaying between the two options her entire shift. If she did want to go, she’d have to ask off today for the café and tomorrow for the bar, before either manager posted the two weeks out schedule. It felt like her body was moving independently from her as she found herself outside the door to her manager’s office. Himiko took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
“It’s open,” Robin called from the other side. Himiko opened the door and quickly shut it behind her.
“Hey Himiko, what can I do for you?” she asked, swiveling her chair to face her and removing her reading glasses.
“Would it screw you over at all if I took a week off?” Himiko asked sitting down across from her. Robin hummed before responding.
“That depends on when you’d like to take off.” She replied.
“The 17th through the 23rd; I’d be back to work Christmas Eve and the week before New Year’s Day,” Himiko answered. Robin hummed again before putting her back glasses on and pulling up the schedule.
“As long as you’re back by Christmas Eve, there shouldn’t be any issues. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that most people take on as many shifts as they can in December before the holidays. If you wanted to take off any time between Christmas and New Year’s with this late notice there’d, be an issue.” Robin said, turning back to Himiko.
“So, I can have the time off?” Himiko asked hopefully.
“Of course, just request it through the app so I remember not to schedule you,” She responded with a smile, “Are you doing anything fun?”
“Um, yeah I’m just getting out of the city for once,” Himiko responded vaguely hoping Robin wouldn’t press.
“That’s nice, are you visiting your sister?” she asked.
“Oh, no I’m actually just going to a lake with some friends,” Himiko said hoping that was enough information to satiate Robin.
“I see and this wouldn’t have anything to do with the DILF surgeon?” Robin asked with a knowing look.
“Um, I-how’d?” Himiko stuttered.
“How’d I know? Well, you can take your pick. It could be how he now only comes in on days you work, or how you’ve been using your free container of tea/coffee on the sleepy time tea he likes, or the video of you two sharing a kiss outside the cafe this morning caught by the motion activated camera there.” Robin responded smugly. Himiko sits stunned for a second before responding.
“I thought we were being discreet.” Himiko sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose.
“Do you even know the definition of discreet is?” Robin asked seriously.
“In my defense, I didn’t know there was a camera there,” Himiko said.
“It’s in the interior top of the awning,” Robin replied.
“Noted,” Himiko nodded. She and Robin looked at each other for a beat before they shared a laugh.
“I just didn’t realize I was being that obvious,” Himiko sighed in embarrassment.
“I don’t think most people would have connected the dots; your kiss this morning cemented the idea.” Robin replied, “Where is he taking you?”
“He and his husband are taking me to their lake house that’s like an hour from here,” Himiko said shyly.
“That’s great, you deserve a break,” Robin said beaming at her, Himiko found a smile tugging at her lips from Robin’s response.
“Yeah, it’ll be my first time out of the city since before moving here,” Himiko said as she glanced down at her phone for the time. She had twenty minutes before her class started, “I got to head out, thanks Robin,”
“Anytime,” she replied slipping her glasses back on and turning her back to Himiko. Himiko slipped out of the office almost running face-first into Sanji’s chest.
“Woah you, okay?” Sanji asked, holding her elbow to steady her.
“Yeah, no, I’m fine I just wasn’t looking where I was going,” Himiko said, taking a step back. She glanced around to make sure they were alone before asking, “Are you ready for the talk?”
“I guess, I just-fuck I wish we could get past this without having to go through this,” Sanji sighed avoiding eye contact.
“I know, but avoiding it is only going to let the unsaid feelings fester.” Himiko responded, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, “I don’t have to be there if you want to do this alone; you can still use my apartment.”
“No,” he said shaking his head, “I think we need a mediator. Plus, you’re like the most emotionally well-adjusted person in our friend group; not that that’s a particularly high bar.”
“Thanks? I guess?” Himiko said back with a laugh, “I gotta head to class, are you still good to meet at my apartment at 4:40.”
“Yeah,” he nodded, “Zoro’s coming at 4:30 right?”
“Yeah,” Himiko nodded, “I’ll see you then.” She said giving his hand one last squeeze before heading off to the college.
***
Himiko sped walked down the street towards her apartment. She was running late; her professor held the whole class back fifteen minutes to debrief on the semester project that was due the next week. It was already 4:30 and she was still a block and a half away from her three-floor walkup. She had tried calling Zoro twice to tell him to wait across the street from her apartment building. She silently cursed to herself as the light changed to red the second, she reached the intersection. She tried calling Sanji one more time, while she waited for the light. A sigh escaped her when it immediately went to voice mail. She wasn’t sure which scenario would be worse if they were left alone together. It was either going to be an icy silence or them screaming at each other.
Part of her was hoping for the latter; she could work with high emotions. It would be harder to communicate with them if they were completely shut off. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw Zoro leaning against the wall of her apartment building alone. She jogged the last quarter of the block left until she reached him.
“Hey,” she panted, bracing her hands on her knees.
“You, okay?” Zoro asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.
“Yeah, just got held up at school” She answered, breathing still erratic. She walked past Zoro and used her fob to unlock the apartment building’s door. They made their way up to the third floor in silence; the only thing that could be heard were Himiko’s soft pants.
“Are you sure you’re, okay?” Zoro asked as they paused at her apartment’s door.
“Yeah, I just hate cardio,” she explained, kicking off her shoes after entering her apartment. Zoro followed her into the kitchen.
“Do you want anything to drink?” she asked over her shoulder.
“Sure, can I have some water?” he asked. She nodded and tossed him a water bottle as the buzzer went off.
“Hey, it’s Sanji.” He called out, Himiko quickly buzzed him up.
“Are you ready?” she asked, glancing at Zoro.
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. She nodded empathetically.
“Why don’t you wait in the living room,” she said. Zoro didn’t respond as he turned on his heels to head into the living room. She could hear the faint squeak of the floorboard as he bounced his leg. She was about to turn to check on him when she heard a knock at her door. After a cursory glance through the peephole, she opened the door and let Sanji in.
“Hey, do you want anything to drink,” she asked as he slipped off his shoes.
“I’m alright, thanks” he responded.
“Zoro’s in the living room, if you’re ready,” Himiko said, Sanji nodded as he took a deep breath. Himiko silently led him into the living room. Zoro was sitting on the couch cushion closest to the door; Sanji avoided his gaze as he circled around the coffee table and took a seat on the recliner. Himiko stood awkwardly in front of the coffee table so that she could keep an eye on both of them.
“So do either of you want to start?” she asked, looking down at them encouragingly. Both of them were still avoiding eye contact with the other; their sole focus was on Himiko. She was about to prompt them again when she was cut off by Zoro at the last second.
“I’m sorry, I regret-” Zoro started, before being cut off by Sanji.
“Oh, of course, you regret kissing me. What am I not good enough for you Marimo?” Sanji spat, snapping his gaze to Zoro.
“That’s not it, I regret-” he tried to start again, before being cut off by Sanji again.
“What were you just trying out kissing guys for the hell of it? Were you just checking a box in exploring your sexuality.” Sanji said accusatorily.
“Will you shut up for a minute!” Zoro yelled at him.
“No, a kiss may mean nothing to you, but they’re important to me,” Sanji said, his voice wavering at the end of his sentence.
“That was my first kiss of course it meant something!” Zoro snapped.
“I-Wait, what?” Sanji said, the full bite taken out of his bark.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” Zoro admitted, avoiding eye contact as a blush began to develop on his face.
“Really?” Sanji said, taken aback.
“Yes,” Zoro said, taking a deep breath before meeting Sanji’s gaze, “I’ve never felt that impulse except for when I’m with you.”
“But you said you regretted it,” Sanji replied, confused.
“No, I didn’t if you’d let me talk you would have known that I was trying to say that I regretted running out on you like that.” Zoro sighed, “That wouldn’t be okay to do to anyone, but it was especially fucked considering your past.”
“Why did you run?” Sanji asked.
“Fuck, I don’t know. If I’m being honest, I think my body’s flight or fight response took over. I was just so scared you’d reject me that I ran. I know that that doesn’t make it better, but that’s why I left. It wasn’t you.” Zoro sighed.
“Oh, Marimo,” Sanji said, his eyes softened as he got off the recliner and sat down next to him, taking his hand in his, “You’re so dumb sometimes,” Sanji sighed, before pulling Zoro in for a brief kiss. Himiko cleared her throat, snapping their attention back on her.
“So, do you guys need anything from me or are we good?” Himiko said, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
“We obviously need to talk about what this is but, I think we’re good for now,” Sanji said looking at Zoro for approval.
“Yeah,” he nodded, blush still staining his face.
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Hey, long time no read. I hope you're all doing well; I'm definitely happy to be taking a week off from school for spring break. I didn't realize how much I missed writing this fic until I was writing the dialog between Robin and Himiko. I'm hoping to update my other fic and finish a one-shot. Hopefully, I can update again sometime in early April.
Thanks as always for taking the time to read my writing,
-Locke
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