Hi Snail!! It's Been A Little While, I Hope You And The Family Are Doing Well! I Thought I'd Pop In With

Hi Snail!! It's been a little while, I hope you and the family are doing well! I thought I'd pop in with so self-indulgent birthday thoughts I've had throughout the day.

1. Mihawk with a happy trail. (No other thoughts, but pretty man I'd desire to bite all over.)

2. Baking a birthday cake with Sanji! initially, he was going to have it be a surprise, but after catching him, we both worked on it together. (More platonic leaning vibes, he'd be such a nice friendo)

3. Shanks accidentally starting a citywide party in celebration of my birthday (he gets excited at the thought of a party), but ends up leading me off to just spend time alone on some isolated hilltop. It's a very peaceful evening shared between us.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WRENNYX!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA. Please have a mini fic on your special day for the broody swordsman 🖤. I'm sorry I didn't write more, my love!

Happy Trail

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Word Count: mini fic

Synopsis: Mihawk is not as well groomed as he usually keeps himself. You notice, and you can't help yourself.

Themes: Mihawk x f!reader, established relationship, suggestive content, Mihawk is unkept, husband x wife, domesticity.

Mihawk, arching his brow as perplexion dawns on his face as you lower yourself to the ground beside his thighs. Leaning back on the chair, unlacing his knee from its position atop the other, he raises his wineglass to his lips. Eyes never leaving yours, he watches as you eagerly crawl between his knees and place your hands splayed atop both of his muscular and lanky legs.

"My dear," he utters when releasing the lip of the wine glass from his open mouth, tongue darting out to collect the spillover from his bottom lip, "Just what do you think you are doing?"

You hum gently, moving your thumbs on soothing circles to the apex of his lowered hemline. Adonis belt on full view, you gently caress your digits over the short patch of silky, dark locks and shudder in delight at the sensation.

"You're not as groomed as you usually keep yourself, my darling," you note, gently flicking over the follicles, "I am not complaining."

Mihawk shuddered away from your touch, the ministrations tickling at his abdomen causing a slight twitch to his lips and a smile reserved only for you in its wake.

"Oh, really?" he feigned indifference, his body reacting against his will as he leaned into your touch, "You are not complaining?"

Reaching forward, he placed the wine glass down on the table in front of him, all the while holding your eyes with his honey-hued orbs. Leaning down, he collected your chin within his right hand and rose you to stand. As you rose to your feet, he gently guided your right hip with his left hand and urged you forward to straddle his waist.

"You're telling me," he gently hooked your hair over your ear and caressed your jawline gently, "You, my beautiful wife," he pressed his lips to your cheek, "Enjoy having a partially scruffy husband?"

Mihawk smiled against your cheek, pressing a further three kisses slowly against your cheek towards your neck. His moustache and beard tickled your face, prompting you to curl in to his soft touch.

"Careful now," he whispered, his lips finally catching that place on your neck below your earlobe that had a soft gasp fled your lips, "I might think you prefer me a little untamed, beloved."

"Mihawk," you gasped, your chest rising with the bloom of need in your chest and stomach. He chuckled against your neck, gently clamping his teeth down on your pulse and soothing it with his tongue.

"Upstairs, dear," he chuckled against your skin, his wandering hands gently caressing your knuckles as you continued to toy with his treasure trove of dark curls, "Let me show you just how wild and unbridled your husband can truly be for you."

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╰➤Riding Them || One Piece

featuring: kid, killer, law, smoker and crocodile.

a/n: first time writing for smoker!! so I hope I do good! both smoker and crocodile was suggested by @walmartmihawk

summary: riding these beautiful one piece men because I’m whore when it comes to anime men. 😩😩

warnings: nsfw!! riding,, grinding,, teasing,, kid being kid.

✦•·················• 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃!! •·················•✦

Eustass Kid

This man loves to dominate you at any given moment so when you suggested you ride him he was like "HELL NO!! I'M NOT LETTING YOU TAKE CHARGE DURING SEX!" But after some whining and moaning he finally gave in, he didn't want to hear your bitching.

You weren't aware with this new position he would feel much bigger, So when Kid saw your face reaction he couldn't help but laugh at you. "Aw? What's wrong you little Brat? To much?" He would mock you, but Kid would give you time to adjust to this new position. And once time has time passed by you would move your hips slightly, making him groan softly.

You’ve just awakened something in Kid, for once he doesn’t mind being on his back. But he’ll still find a way to take charge of this new sex position. “That’s right babe. Keep riding my cock.” He would groan out, using his metal arm to wrap around your waist, matching his brutal pace.

This bastard loves to twist your nipples as your riding him, the way your chest bounces makes his dick twitch inside of you. And expect him to slap your ass. Making you cry out in pain. “KID!” You would moan out. To which he grip your waist and lean up. “It’s Captain.”

“That’s right you Brat, keep riding. You wanted to ride this dick! Now keep riding…” He loves to dirty talk you whenever you ride him. He still wants to be in charge despite him being on his back. “You dirty bitch, that’s right…right there. You make me feel so good.”

Killer

This man was eating spaghetti when you suddenly told him you wanted to ride him. “Hey Killer. Do you think tonight I could ride you?” And the poor man was coughing up spaghetti. “You wanna ride me?” And to which you would nod, giving him an innocent look and of course he could never say no to you.

So when it comes to the bedroom, Killer would be so gentle with you because this is a new position for you and he doesn’t want to hurt you. So this would involve a heated makeout session, him preparing you with his fingers.

Killer is so gentle, he can tell your nervous so he traces small circles along your hips. And help you aline yourself to his needy cock. He’ll give you time to adjust. “You’re doing a good job Princess…so good.” He would moan softly. Throwing his head back. Feeling your walls clench around him.

Loves watching the way your body moves against his, the way your hips snap back and fourth against his. God you’re perfect in his eyes. He loves to praise you whenever you’re riding him. So expect a lot of sweet comments coming form his mouth. “So good…good job princess. Keep going I got you.” “You’re doing a good job, you take me so well.” And he loves to lean in and share a deep kiss with you. Both tongues fighting for dominance. “You make me feel so good Princess, this pussy is so good.”

One time you told him to leave the mask on. “Leave the mask on.” And of course he would leave the mask on. But he’s a panting and moaning mess under that mask.

One time you guys were so loud to the point where Kid was banging on the door. “WILL YOU GUYS KEEP IT DOWN! NO NEED TO RUB IT THAT YOUR BOTH GETTING LAID!” To which you guys would laugh. “Someone is jealous.”

Law

This man loves it whenever you ride him, especially after a long day of work. Especially if he’s sitting on his chair. First it’ll start off with you walking into his office and locking the door and he’ll be too busy with work to notice you so you wiggle your way to his lap and stay there. And he’ll grumble under his breath. “Go away. I’m busy.”

But of course you catch his attention when he feels you grinding against his leg. “Need to ride your cock again…please.” Of course this would catch his attention. “Work for it then. I’m very busy.” And to which you would start dry humping his leg, moaning under your breath. “You’re mean…but I guess your leg will do. I don’t need your…” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before Law started attacking your lips against his. Already stripping you from your clothes and pulling down his pants, just enough for his dick to spring out.

The room was filled with muffed moans as he was exploring your mouth with his tongue. Mumbling against your lips. “You love riding me huh? Such a dirty little princess. You need to learn your lesson from interrupting me from my work.” He hissed against your lips. Biting on your lower lip.

Law gets needy and quite aggressive whenever you’re riding him. This either could include him holding your hips in place and he fucks you as he pleases or him encouraging you to move even more. “That’s right. Keep moving Princess. Finish what you started.” He would tease, his deadly fingers would find their way to your clit.

Once you guys are done, he’ll give you a moment so you can catch your breath before he pushes you against his desk, not caring about his books or paperwork. “We’re not done yet. I need to put you in your place.”

Smoker

Please ride this man!! He goes crazy whenever you suggest to ride him!! After a long day of hunting pirates he needs to let out some steam and sometimes he’s too tried so yes pleased ride him! His favorite place is of course his office…besides the bedroom but office sex drives any man mad.

And he can be very demanding, so whenever he needs to let out some steam he’ll call for you in his office. “Make sure you lock the door.” He told you, as he watches you walk in. To which you quickly obeyed. “Long day?” You asked softly, and he nodded. “Need to let out some steam. So please be a dear and strip.” He demanded. To which you quickly listened to his orders.

He was already removing his bottoms before he suggested you to come closer. “Come, take a seat on your favorite chair.” He patted on his lap. You already felt the pool between your legs grow even more. Sitting down on his lap and slowly sliding down his cock. Making his groan. “I needed this…stupid pirates are giving me a headache.”

Even when you’re riding his doesn’t drop the cigar. So he could be sitting on his chair and while you’re riding away. He watch the beautiful sight. The way your chest moves, the way your mouth hangs open, soft moans escaping your lips while he’s blowing the smoke in the air. “Fuck..” He groans, grabbing a handful of your ass.

After a good riding, your legs would feel weak and of course this bastard is going to tease you. “What is my dick that good that your legs are feeling weak? Just wait until we get home.”

Sir Crocodile

This man appreciates a good riding, dealing with Mihawk and Buggy gets him so riled up. Especially Buggy….he can’t stand that stupid Clown. So he could be in his office working on some paper work and you would appear. Before you could lean in and kiss your lover he would grab you and force you down on his lap. Capturing your lips against his. And you would feel his cock pressed against your clothed bottoms. “Ride me..”

This would lead into him ripping your clothes off, and if you whine about it he’ll shush you. “Shh I’ll buy you more clothes, I just need to feel you.” He mumbled, guiding your pussy to his hard cock. Slowly he helped you down to his length. Moaning as he feels your walls around him. “So tight…feels so good dear.”

He loves tracing your skin with his hook, especially putting close to your neck as your. He loves watching your eyes widen as he brings the hook closer to you. But!! He’ll never ever hurt you with it! He wouldn’t even forgive himself if he were to hurt your precious skin with his hook.

You can tell when he’s so riled up with the way he moves his hips so desperately against yours. “The stupid clown has gotten you riled up again?” You moan softly, as you bury your face against his neck. Breathing in his scent. “Yes, stupid clown is at it again…”

One time Mihawk walked in on you guys, he didn’t even bother to knock but once he saw the slight he was instantly disgusted. “Save your gross activities for later on.” He mumbled and left. And this other time Buggy also walked in on you guys and he immediately yelled. “OMG! I’M SO SORRY! AHAAH OH GOD MY EYES.”

Impel Down Crocodile, you will always be famous

REVÓLVER SEXUAL | HC

supernova trio x gn!reader (separately)

very light angst + implied nsfw + hispanic/latin reader + past fat shaming + insecurities + fluff + mentioned past unhealthy mechanisms

a/n: totally not self indulging. this has been in my drafts for a year LMAO please like 🧍🏻‍♀️

૮ ּ ۟ monkey d. luffy ׅ ۫ ✧

when you first joined the crew, luffy KNEW you had some sort of trouble with food

you were so hesitant of EVERYTHING that he found himself insisting and making sure you ate well, along with sanji

“y/n, eat more.” you felt like he was your MOM.

you could hear the “estas muy flac@” from your family members or the “ni que estuvieras a dieta” from your mother

but it was so HARD to say no to luffy, captain or not.

you still didn’t have a healthy relationship with food, and still felt a little guilty if you found yourself eating more than you FELT like you should’ve

sometimes you’d go all day without eating until luffy drags you for dinner, it’s not that you did it intentionally, you just don’t find it in you to eat

honestly, it worried luffy but he never really commented on it

all he would do is make sure you at least ate

but when you would play with your food more than eat or even just stare at the plate before you, he would frown and actually force feed you

“Y/N YOU HAVE TO BE STRONG AND HEALTHY SO WE CAN BEAT EVERYTHING THAT COMES OUT WAY!”

yet, one day he finds out you literally had an issue with eating, you had mentioned it to chopper and he just happened to overhear

then it clicked why you were always squirmy during intimacy

and WITHOUT FAIL, to your surprise, he started being reassuring to you

he’s always a sweetheart with you, your hype man regardless but this time you knew his intentions were for you to understand you shouldn’t worry about your physical appearance

his eyes were ten times more tender outside the bedroom

yet, when it came to intimacy he was like a hungry animal— kissing, biting and grabbing. it had taken you aback at how specific he was being, but you still melted into him

he made you forget the voices that would say “hide that” or “don’t let him notice” but he made sure you understood that he’ll love you regardless of what you think

and he’s an eater

he’ll eat you up. always.

૮ ּ ۟ trafalgar d. law ׅ ۫ ✧

he’s a DOCTOR. man’s knows when someone is off.

he mistook your lack of interest in food for a stomach bug, genuinely concerned and forcing you to take pills and medicine

lowkey made you feel bad and ashamed to the point you came clean

medical confidentiality right?

😭 the face he gave you!!

“it’s unhealthy to neglect vital nutrients to your body.”

very stern about your meal intake, takes it upon himself to make sure you eat what you can stomach at first and make sure you grow comfortable with both him and food

he’s sweet really, just shows it in private

he literally sits you down and asks you what you would like for your body, because if you have any concerns then you MUST attend them CORRECTLY

no more unhealthy mechanisms

and he falls even more in love when you seem more radiant, more confident.

he’d come up from behind always and just plant a warm, wet kiss on your ear before whispering a compliment on your appearance

he made you feel like no one else’s opinion mattered anymore.

literally it didn’t matter if people commented on your weight, the results you were having made you feel confident

he was definitely surprised when you’d initiate intimacy, when you’d devour him like a starving animal

“someone’s hungry,” he teased once, but when you had paused, he realized his wording must have affected you

he low key panics and stutters out an apology but you smirk at him

“for once i don’t feel guilty for eating-“ and you devour his heart and soul too

૮ ּ ۟ eustass kid ׅ ۫ ✧

i’m sorry but this doofus was really oblivious about it until killer pointed it out

he was so mad at himself. how dare he not see your issue with food?? he thought you gave him your leftovers out of love!!

dude he’s like, an insensitive giant thinking he’s being helpful

it made sense of why you were always trying to put off intimacy or why you’d try to make him see less of you

“i don’t give a damn about how you look. why would i care?” he asks.

in his head he was being sweet and saying “i love you just the way you are.”

but it made you feel like shit

you were already struggling with feeling right with yourself, and he comes and says he doesn’t care? maybe you’re being sensitive but even that made you feel worse

it felt like you’ll never be enough for anyone, even eustass.

you never felt like you mattered, but growing up your weight put labels on you. you grew up with insults being used as nicknames, yet you felt like eustass saw you as nothing

“why aren’t you eating?” he asks when he notices you still aren’t developing a good eating habit, some days you eat well and others you either overeat or don’t eat at all

“does it matter?” you huff.

“i give a damn when you could get sick!”

“you said you don’t give a damn about how i look, so shut up about what i do.” you growl.

“eh? when did i say that!? you need to eat!” he huffs.

“well no thank you.”

you ignore him and he has to corner you in your room to get you to pay him any mind

his interrogations fall deaf in your ears as he cages you under him on your bed

“if i don’t matter to you get out,” you blurt out.

“what are you talking about? when have i made you feel like you don’t matter to me.”

“you know i’m struggling and you just- you just said you don’t give a damn about how i look!”

“because i don’t! does it have to matter? i love you for you! pirates seek out people for their bodies and for their own pleasures! i’m with you because i love you for who you are!”

“and i am not saying you’re ugly or whatever it is you think i think!” he beats you to every argument.

and then he goes on to show you PHYSICALLY what he means. not like, harsh or anything. you’ve never felt so precious under his care before, he kissed you so tenderly.

he didn’t make you feel fragile, like something that could break in a bad way

he made you understand how he sees you as more as his partner- as an extension of his soul, his missing piece

“i’ll make sure you never feel like that again, as long as you’re with me, you’ll be more valuable than a poneglyph. whatever you struggle with, i’ll help you through it.”

your confidence went up, because honestly he’s brutally honest and many people take what the captain says seriously; yet you knew he’s never lie to you

at the end of the day, what your lover says is what matters to you.

In Pursuit // Dracule Mihawk x afab!reader // NSFW/18+ Kinks: Predator/prey + consensual non-consent + biting

A/N: Inspired by this ask from 🍓 anon! CW: afab!reader [no pronouns used]; consensual non-consent; predator/prey; light choking; inappropriate use of hardening haki; biting [until blood drawn]; outdoor sex; vaginal fingering; unprotected vaginal intercourse WC: 3.4k // Fictober Masterlist

“Run.”

The words barely leave Mihawk’s lips before you’re down the stairs, sprinting towards the edge of the forest, the castle shrinking behind you in the distance with every step. Blood pounds in your ears, the sound like crashing waves against the shore, and you pass the tree line and head into the thick of the woods, the dense canopy beginning to obscure the light of the moon. Thin slivers of white light illuminate your path as you frantically navigate the forest floor, narrowly avoiding rotting tree stumps and righting yourself every time your boots slide on the wet leaves and moss beneath you. The smell of decay, of dampness and death, fills your lungs as you push yourself to your limit, a burning ache growing in your ribcage with every panting breath.

You pause for a moment to catch your breath, only pinpricks of moonlight reaching you now, and scan your surroundings, letting your eyes adjust to the darkness. It’s quiet here, only the sounds of your labored breaths hitting your ears, and you begin to wonder if running is even worth it, if there might be some place you could find to hide and bide your time, perhaps a nearby felled log or a thicket of branches. Just somewhere, anywhere to make yourself small and hold your breath and hope that the smell of your perspiration and your dread wouldn’t drift on the breeze, that your tracks would be obscured by darkness.

But you know all too well the futility of this thought—Mihawk will easily track you like the frightened rabbit that you are, following your trail of broken branches and crushed vegetation, following the scent of your fear that lingers in the midnight air. He’ll follow you into the deepest parts of the wood and he’ll drag you out of your hiding place, amber eyes glowing in the moonlight, and he’ll show you what happens to little creatures who try to outsmart a hunter.

In the distance, you hear his calm and measured voice, barely loud enough to be heard over the sound of your beating heart: “3…2…1…”

There is no stopping now—you will not be taken willingly.

Adrenaline courses through your veins and you take off again, pushing deeper and deeper into the woods, bobbing and weaving through dense brush, grimacing with every branch that scrapes at the exposed parts of your flesh. You’re leaving traces of you behind, traces that he’ll inevitably find, but you can’t stop to think about how to avoid it—you can only run.

“You’re not fast enough, darling,” an ominous voice soon rings out in the stillness; he’s not far, not nearly as far as you’d hope he’d be by now. “Do you honestly think you can outrun me?”

Your heart thuds inside your chest, skin tingling with a cold sweat, body running hot with terror; the air that had chilled you to the bone when you first dashed for the trees is like nothing now, no longer stinging your skin. The longer you run, the slower you become, your body beginning to reach its limits, and your legs weaken, growing heavier with every step. Your pace slows to a walk, then a crawl, feet dragging through the layers of decaying leaves beneath them.

“Little rabbit, I can hear your heart beat,” Mihawk calls out, his words almost honeyed as they linger in the air. “Thump. Thump. Thump. I can hear every rush of blood through your pretty veins. You can try to escape it, but I know that little heart of yours beats for me.”

The bastard is goading you into responding, into giving away your location—he wants you to protest, wants to hear just how impassioned it sounds when you scream no and never, hear the way your throat constricts as you choke back tears when you cry I won’t and you can’t. But you will not relent, you will not give him what he wants—not even if there is a growing heat inside your core that you desperately try to deny.

As the night overtakes you and the ground becomes too murky to see clearly, your ankle catches on a downed tree, an errant branch tugging at the lace of your boot, and you stumble, barely catching yourself with one hand on a nearby tree trunk. The yelp that leaves your trembling lips is quiet, but not quiet enough; he must have heard you, and he likely grows closer with every moment you spend panicking. You carefully continue into the darkness, your steps unsteady, hands shaking, body shutting down moment by moment.

At last you stop, legs leaden and lungs burning with even the smallest breath, and press your back against the broadest tree you can find. Soft, cool moss presses against your heated skin, quenching the fire that rages just under the surface. It’s cold here in the depths where the moonlight can barely reach, and you watch in terror as your shivering breaths appear before you in small wisps of vapor before dissipating into inky blackness of the night. Your body trembles—not from the cold, but from the fear of what you know will come next. There is no real hope, no real escape from this island.

It’s all only delaying the inevitable.

“I can smell your arousal, darling.” Mihawk is closer now, so close you can almost smell him—he smells of leather and sweet spices and a danger that chills you worse than the night air. “You can try to run all you like, but we both know what it is that you want.”

You hold your breath, cupping your hands over your mouth and nose, as something moves nearby. Dread creeps up your throat and you turn your head just slightly, just enough to confirm what you already know to be true—Mihawk has closed the gap with startling ease and is now mere yards from you, sauntering past your small grove of trees with fluid movements, almost elegant, like the apparitions that haunt your dreams. You wait until he leaves your vision before you take off again, hobbling and panting and flailing your arms as you try to propel yourself forward on heavy legs, ignoring the bruises and scrapes that cover your skin, the soreness that pulses on the back of your heels.

A gasp pushes its way out of you as you realize that you’ve run straight into a clearing, a grassy meadow bathed in moonlight, leaving you fully exposed: Mihawk has flushed you out like the prey that you are. You freeze, suddenly overcome with a feeling of utter helplessness for the first time since you’d taken off into the dense forest, and tears well in the corners of your eyes.

“No.”

The word is quiet as it leaves you, as though it will do you any good at all—he’s there, you know he’s there, waiting just beyond the tree line, waiting for you to return to the darkness. You take a step backwards, then another, your body betraying you with every one, when your back hits something solid, something warm, and before you can pitch forward or sideways, before you can drop to the ground to crawl on hands and knees as far as you can, a sinewy arm snakes around your waist, and a large hand wraps around your neck.

“Honestly, darling, it’s almost as if you wish to be caught,” Mihawk growls in your ear, his words hot against your chilled skin.

He runs his tongue along the shell of your ear and chuckles as you struggle in his grasp. The hand around your throat squeezes gently, just enough to make you gasp, just enough to make you understand that he holds your life in his hands—but no more than that. You wail as he overtakes you and you weakly claw at his forearm, grasping with cold-bitten fingers, kicking at his shins with sluggish legs, but it’s futile—you are but a rabbit caught in the talons of a hawk.

He easily maneuvers you to the ground and pins your arms above your head, shoving a knee between your legs to keep them open, pressing against your core in a way that forces you to acknowledge the heat that pools there, the depraved desire that you can no longer ignore. The way he cocks his head, the way he gazes down at you with golden eyes, drilling through to the heart of you—he already knew what he would feel there.

“P-please,” you stammer through agonized gasps, his fingers pressing into your forearms so hard you can already feel bruises blooming. “Please don’t do this.”

“But why would I deny you what you desire, darling?” Mihawk coos, a faint smile growing on his lips. He leans in, strands of his jet-black hair falling in your face, and his lips just barely ghost yours as he speaks. “Why would I deny either of us our basest impulses?”

“No,” you whimper, your limp body refusing to struggle much more, your writhing reduced to subtle movements and twitches of your limbs. “Don’t do this, please, I’m begging you.”

“You can beg all you like, little rabbit—but you’re mine now.” He raises his hand to grip your face, pressing his fingertips into the softness of your cheeks, harder and harder until you squeal, until it feels like he’s almost meeting bone. “And I’ll do with you as I please.”

In an instant, Mihawk’s lips are on yours, his tongue shoving its way into your mouth while you weakly protest, small whines escaping the corners of your lips as you try to gasp for air; he claims your mouth just like he’ll claim the rest of you in due time. Soon, his lips move down your neck, his warm tongue leaving trails down your chilled flesh, a low groan rumbling in his chest when the salt of your sweat hits him, the taste of your fear dappled across your skin. His teeth graze your neck, faint scrapes at first that feel delicate, almost like nothing at all—then sudden bites that make your back arch and your body twist, a choked scream pushing its way out of your lungs as he sinks deeper and deeper still.

He groans against you as his teeth feel sharper, harder than they should, and he pierces your flesh, small rivulets of blood trickling down your bare skin as he covers your collarbone and neck in bloody crescent shapes, marks to claim his prey as his and his alone. Despite the pain, despite the way you flail pitifully underneath him and distorted shouts of “stop” and “no” ring out into the night air, your body longs for him, craves him, your writhing becoming an excuse to rut against his knee that still sits between your thighs. When Mihawk finally pulls back for the briefest moment, letting out a satisfied snarl, his teeth almost seem to shine obsidian in the moonlight before returning to white, the deep crimson of your blood smeared on his canines and staining his lips.

He holds onto your wrists with one large hand, and huffs panting breaths into your neck, licks at the budding bruises and bloodied bites that he left along your skin, adding more, tearing at wounds until your skin is on fire and lava flows through your veins. He yanks the front of your dress down, easily breaking the thin fabric straps, exposing your breasts; the cool night air chills your skin, your skin prickling and your nipples hardening. He grunts softly and kisses down your sternum, dragging his teeth against the swell of your chest, just hard enough that you feel yourself clench at the thought of him biting down, almost craving the pain; instead, he swirls his tongue around one nipple, taking it in his warm mouth and gently scraping it with his teeth until you keen as your cunt throbs around nothing.

Mihawk pauses to glance down at you, a mix of pity and fascination written in his features, and slowly drags his free hand down your body, squeezing and groping at your softness and tugging your dress up and over your hips, until he reaches the warmth that waits between your legs. He slides his fingers downwards, swiping them through your drenched folds, and teases your pulsing entrance; he laughs, and you know how pathetic you must look, your hips shifting to try and take him in, your body desperate for him even after all he’s done—even after he’s captured you, marked you, made it clear there is no escape from him, that he will be all there is now.

“You know, the way you moan like a harlot,” he smirks, “I’d say you wanted to be caught.”

“N-no,” you whine as he slips one thick finger, then another, inside you and slowly pumps them in and out, warmth spreading across your thighs with every stroke of your walls.

“Are you certain, little rabbit?” He crooks his fingers upwards until your back arches and you cry out, your voice breaking the stillness of the forest air. “Because this feels like you certainly did.”

“You’re revolting.” The words are hollow—you don’t even believe them as you spit them out, your need for him growing more urgent as he teases you, pressing up into that spot inside you that makes your aching limbs tingle and your core tense.

“Am I?” He plunges into you deeper, faster, dipping into your needy cunt up to the knuckle with every thrust. “I’m the disgusting one, yet here you are, dripping wet all over my hand after a little chase and a little pain.”

“Shut up.”

Mihawk slows his ministrations and shakes his head, clucking his tongue at you. “Now, now—that’s no way to speak to someone who has you pinned to the ground in the middle of the woods, is it?”

He lunges and bites into your tender neck again and easily breaks skin, pressing his thumb down on your clit at the same time, making firm circles over it as you pulse under his touch. The cry that escapes you is one of mixed pain and pleasure, your breathing now reduced to ragged gasps, your every muscle tensing and twitching as you near a blinding moment of release—one that you try to deny with the sliver of self-control left in you.

“You’re so close,” Mihawk whispers against your jaw. “Don’t try to deny it, darling.”

You shake your head, trying to pull away from him, but he is inescapable. “I—I would never.”

“Your body wants to—only your mind still resists.” His gaze meets yours and he smiles softly, knowingly. “Surrender to me.”

And surrender you will. With an agonized wail, he shatters you to pieces, your hips bucking against his hand as you’re wracked with rhythmic convulsions, your eyes fluttering shut at the rush of sensation. Your skin burns and your lungs ache and your body shivers, and he urges you on through it all, cooing at you how beautiful you look in the moonlight, how utterly magnificent your pleasure is to him, how delicate and fragile you are in his grasp.

“Now stay still, little rabbit,” he growls as he releases his hold on your wrists and pulls his fingers out of you, your dripping cunt already longing to be filled again. “Don’t try to run.”

As if you could move, as if you could possibly protest any further—not when he looms over you like this, not when your body responds to him this way, not when the need that you feel in your core threatens to overwhelm you and drag you into depths unknown.

Mihawk sits back on his heels, tossing his coat to the side and untucking his shirt from his pants, quickly undoing his fly; he pulls his trousers down his lean hips just enough for him to free the erection that has been straining against the fabric, his impressive length seeming even more imposing in the harshness of the moonlight. His runs his hand along his cock and you watch him through bleary, tear-filled eyes, finding yourself almost mesmerized by the way the flushed tip pulses with every languid stroke. He lowers himself towards you, aligning his hips with yours, the head pressing lightly against your soaked entrance until you whimper, unable to form words, only needy little noises that make him swell against you.

He hushes you, presses a soft kiss to your lips. “I’ll go slow, my darling—I wouldn’t dare hurt you, after all.”

He pushes into you—slowly, torturously—and you moan at how he stretches you with every shallow thrust. He won’t give you all of himself—not yet, not until he’d decided you’ve earned the full extent of his desire. Impatient and insatiable, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him towards you, urging him to go deeper.

“My, aren’t you greedy?” Mihawk hums against your lips. “What happened to all those brave little protests? Where is your struggle now?”

“I—I can’t,” you murmur, tears stinging your eyes.

“Can’t? Or don’t want to?”

“Don’t want to.”

He traces his tongue over your lips before he kisses you deeply, invasively. “Oh, I do so love your honesty.”

He slides himself deeper, until all of him that will fit is within you, then stills himself for a moment, lets you writhe under him at the feeling of fullness. Mihawk’s gentleness ends quickly, and begins to grind his body into yours, delving deeper into you with every frantic push. His movements are rough, animalistic, and he grunts into your neck, lapping at the wounds that he left there, marking you with new ones as you thrash beneath him. He throbs inside you with every anguished cry that leaves your lips, hips meeting your thighs over and over again with a bruising force, fucking into you with a ferocious need that eclipses your own.

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, the silken fabric of his shirt clinging to his sweat-dappled skin, and you hold on tightly, grounding yourself as you quickly approach the edge of another climax. With a shuddering gasp, you clench around him, ripples of pleasure flooding through your body, your weakened muscles shaking with every spasm. Your climax quickly pushes Mihawk towards his own pleasure, and he soon groans long and low into the crook of your neck, the uninhibited sound of his satisfaction echoing in the night. His thrusts grow erratic and his hips shudder as he explodes within you, spilling himself into you over and over with every pulse of his aching cock.  

The last tremors of his orgasm flow through his muscled form, and he softly kisses up your neck, his tongue gently tracing the lines of your jaw. Mihawk carefully presses his mouth to yours, leaving delicate, feather-soft kisses on your swollen lips, a satisfied grin quirking up the corners of his mouth as he does.

“Such a precious little thing,” he whispers, raising a large hand to your face, stroking your tear-stained cheek with his thumb. The harsh shadows highlight the sharpness of his features, and he looks even more severe, more dangerous than usual—and yet, a tenderness settles into his expression that reassures you, even as you tremble underneath him. “Are you okay, darling?”

You nod, sniffling a little as the last sobs of your pleasure subside. The cold of the night suddenly settles on you, cooling your sweat-drenched skin, and you shiver, feeling pinpricks raising across every exposed part of you. Without a word, Mihawk pulls you up to him, wrapping his arms around you, holding you against his firm chest until you can hear his predator heart beating inside—beating only for you.

“You did so well tonight, mi amor,” he purrs, wrapping his coat around your quaking body. He leans back and grips you by the shoulders, tilting his head and offering you a wry smile. “But you know you’ll never outrun me.”

He scoops you up into his arms and stands, kissing your forehead before he starts off in the direction of the castle. You hum contentedly and nuzzle against his bare chest, looking forward to the warm bath that you’ll share and the hours of tenderness that will follow.

“My love,” you murmur, “I hope I never do.”

Good Medicine

Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

warnings: F!reader is sick, Law has some problems taking action to take care of her. Pre-established relationship, mentions of disgusting things about being sick (basically vomiting) , fluff

a/n: maybe I'll rewrite this better later, I just needed to get it out there to see if it sparked my creativity.

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Today was one of those days where you woke up already knowing something was wrong, your only mission was to find out what. The plate in front of you looked strange that morning. The same coffee, the same bread, everything seemed wrong. The same went for your body, it seemed to weigh tons and your stomach was boiling with something that went beyond the hot drink in front of you.

"Are you okay?" Shachi snapped you out of your reverie, watching you roll a piece of the sandwich from one side to the other.

"I just need to get some air." You stood up, not having the trouble to even take your plate off the table.

With hurried steps, you reached the bathroom with just enough time to open the toilet seat before all your breakfast went away. You just hoped that like a good hangover, emptying it would be enough to improve but apparently you were wrong.

You had recently left the last island you had visited, which meant more things to keep: more work for you. In those days, you knew that rest would be scarce, as would the times you would meet your captain - who also served as your boyfriend in his spare time. Chills ran through your body as you struggled to stack two boxes of medical supplies, your body seemed to sweat more than usual. You heard your name being called in the distance, needing to focus a few times before you saw Law approaching.

"Are you ok?" He analyzed you from top to bottom. Pale lips, deep dark circles, something was wrong.

"Yes captain." you replied, respecting your treaty for when you were in public. "Just some heartburn."

"Keep an eye on it. You know where to find the medicine." he simply responded, analyzing you once more before leaving.

You finished putting away the boxes and leaned against the wall, trying to regain the air and strength lost in the whole process. Following the quick orders your captain had given, you swallowed some pills and continued with your tasks, even though your body seemed to fight against every movement.

You loved Law and you knew he loved you too, but sometimes it was a little difficult to deal with how methodical he could be especially when it came to being sick. On days like these, he tended to be more of a doctor than a boyfriend and you hated that. Ignoring the thoughts, you made your way to your shared room, reaching the bed and seeing Ikkaku hanging from the top.

"What ghost scared you?"

"What you mean?" you threw yourself against the pillows, using the blanket.

"You're pale, you look like you're going to disappear." She came down, standing in front of you and placing her hand on your forehead. "And you're burning up with a fever."

"I've already taken my medicine." you covered your head, trying to escape the cold that only you felt. "I just need to get some sleep."

"Did you eat anything bad?" She pulled your blanket back. "Or are you pregnant?"

"I'm betting more on the first hypothesis." you immediately reassured her, knowing that for the other proposal, you and Law were always responsible in terms of protecting each other. "I think it's just a virus."

"Did you warn Law?"

"He asked me to..." you sat down, to continue talking, but again your stomach turned.

Without responding, you ran once again towards the bathroom, this time Ikkaku's hurried footsteps followed you.

"Open the door." she asked and even though she didn't see it, you shook your head. A few minutes passed before it knocked again.

"I am worried." she warned. "Open the door or I'll have to call him here."

"It is not necessary." you reached up, unlocking the lock. "I'm just a little dizzy."

"Let me help you." Ikkaku pulled you, supporting your body as you washed your face. "Are you sure the medicine alone is enough?"

"Yes." you replied with clear discouragement in your voice.

"I'm going back to my room, maybe getting some sleep will help me."

Walking a few meters from the bathroom, the two of you came face to face with Law followed by Bepo, both discussing something about the likely next island they would find.

"Are you feeling ok?" Bepo was the first to ask and you just nodded. Law's gaze burned over you again, analyzing every inch of your body.

He knew there was something wrong, but he didn't know how far he wanted to intervene, for fear that you would feel uncomfortable.

"Do you need any help?" he asked in your direction, waiting for you to say yes.

"It's okay captain." you replied before Ikkaku spoke for you, giving what was your best smile for the moment.

he two of you walked away from him and it didn't take long for you to reach the bedroom. Ikkaku helped you get to the bed and watched you cover yourself up to your head. Being one of the only two people who knew about your relationship with the captain, she sat at the foot of the bed, watching you.

"Are you sure you don't want to ask him for help?"

"He's going to medicate me, probably tell me to eat and rest. I've already done almost all of that." you answered. "I don't want to be a problem for him, I know it's not in his profile to take care of someone like that, in a more intimate way."

"But it's what you need right now." she replied, walking away. "Get some rest, I'll ask them to prepare something light for you to eat."

The lights went out and you remained there in a light doze bothered by the fever. Ikkaku followed with firm steps, finding the captain heading towards his room, approaching him halfway and pretending to be angry.

"Captain, I need to talk to you."

She tried to appear more imposing in order to advocate for her friend, but she knew that would be a bit difficult when the person you want to impose yourself on is your captain. Law just gave her space to enter the room, closing the door for her.

"What happened?"

"Are you really going to let your girlfriend walk around dying?" she crossed her arms, indignant.

"She said it was just heartburn."

"That was her talking to her doctor. With her boyfriend she would definitely ask for help. Can I give some unsolicited advice captain?" Ikkaku leaned on the table, taking the opportunity to look around.

"I guess I have no choice, right?"

"She's burning up with a fever in her room, she vomited her guts out and can't stand up." with each new symptom, Law was the one who seemed to get paler and more worried. "Take care of her a little. A little affection is also good medicine."

"Right..." he seemed to analyze, waiting for more answers from the woman in front of him.

"I'll ask them to prepare some soup for her and leave it in her room, okay?"

"Could it be." Law turned his back to Ikkaku, ready to leave. "Thank you. This time I won't throw you into the sea out of insolence." he joked, earning a few laughs from the woman.

Law knew something was wrong, now he needed to find out why you didn't ask for his help. He walked quickly and felt his heart shatter when he found you curled up and shaking under the blanket.

"Just let me sleep Ikkaku, I don't know if I can eat right now." your dejected voice murmured, squeezing Law's heart even more.

Now it was all so clear, so obvious that part of the doctor felt ashamed for not having noticed it before. You were so careful with anyone who even cut a piece of their finger, it was obvious you wanted the same treatment.

"Hey, sorry it took me so long." he whispered. You opened your eyes and found Law bent down on your bed, his fingers were removing the strands stuck to your face by sweat. "I'm going to do a quick scan on you."

He warned and then used the sword he carried, analyzing every millimeter of your body. It seemed to be a virus and a resistant one. That would explain the fever and the tremors.

"Let me take proper care of you."

"No." you murmured, feeling his arms go around your legs and back, picking you up. "I already took medicine."

"I know."

"And I don't want to be tied up in an IV." you tried to pull away from him, feeling your stomach drop at the movement.

"I'm not going to medicate you." the blue dome appeared around the two of you.

"And I think I need to throw up."

At the last second, Law changed your fate, taking you to the bathroom. As soon as the gray walls of your room turned into the walls of the bathroom, you reached the floor again, leaning over the toilet and despite the immense urge your body didn't seem to have any more bile to be expelled. It took him a few seconds to follow you, but soon his hands found your hair, holding it with one hand while the other passed your forehead.

"Law." you called and flinched, pressing your own body against yourself. "It hurts."

"I'm so sorry sweetheart." he placed his hand on top of yours, which was pressed against your stomach. "You still have a fever and haven't eaten anything, we need energy for your body." he confirmed, gently lifting you off the ground. "Come on, I'll give you a bath.

"I'm disgusting."

"That's the point." Law spoke and saw you laugh, albeit lightly, which was already a relief for him. "I'm just kidding. Let's try to get this fever down."

Knowing that you didn't have enough strength to even talk, Law guided you to the shower, taking off your clothes while you leaned on him. As soon as the cold water came into contact with your body, you tried to escape and were immediately held by your boyfriend.

"Law!"

"Just a little, I know it's pretty cold." he allowed you to hug him even more and consequently get him wet in the process. "I promise, just a few minutes and I'll take you back to our room."

"If I survive until then."

"Do not say that." He scolded you, even though he knew that your way of dealing with problems was always sarcastic - sometimes even too much.

Law slowly turned off the shower. The first breeze that hit your damp skin made you cling against him and whimper, Law's usually colder skin this time was a warm pleasure to your body.

You felt a drastic difference in the environment and broke away from the man, seeing that you were in his room. Law guided you to sit on the bed and pulled a small blanket over your shoulders while he looked for some clothes for you to wear. Taking advantage of the comfort, you lay down and watched him walk from one side to the other.

"Can you sit down?" He knelt in front of you, using a small towel to dry your still damp skin.

Leaning on his shoulders, you sat on the bed and for a few minutes, you felt like a delicate, small doll. Using the extra strength he had that you lacked, Law dressed your body piece by piece, like a delicate puzzle. Even with the simple touch of your hand on your shoulder, Law could feel you tremble, probably due to the weakness that the virus brought to you.

A few minutes later, you were dressed. A pair of baggy black sweatpants and a blouse of the same size. Surprising you by showing that he had more pieces than the hat adorned with black circles, Law placed a black cap on your head, adjusting your ears so that they were also warm in the fabric.

"Unfortunately, we can't use that." he pushed away the blanket you were about to use. "If you cover yourself up and get hotter than that, it will only make your fever worse."

Avoiding your grumble, Law sat with his coat against the wall and pulled you to sit against his chest. Watching you curl up against his body, Law picked up the small bowl on the table next to him that Ikkaku had probably left as they agreed.

"I do not want it." you tried to move it away with your hand, having used your strength in vain as Law didn't move an inch. "I just want to sleep, just a little."

"Just a few spoonfuls and I'll let you sleep. It's that or more medicine." He warned, seeing you pout at the time. "Come on, I'll help you."

"Sorry to bring you into this."

"You don't need to say sorry." Law wished he could get rid of that virus right away when he saw you grunting in pain when you swallowed the first spoonful of food. "I should have noticed sooner, I know I can be more distant sometimes, but I need you to make it clear when you need me in moments like this."

"But what about the others, if they suspect something?" you accepted the other spoonful of food, the discomfort this time was smaller but still present.

"It's okay as long as you're okay."

Supporting the bowl of soup in one hand and the spoon in the other, Law convinced you to eat just five more spoonfuls, the last one being enough for him to see you push the bowl away and writhe in pain again. Law placed the bowl in the same room he was in before and saw you cling to his body, your eyes already heavy.

"Law you're going to get sick." you mumbled, already practically giving in to sleep.

"Don't worry about that." the last thing you felt was his lips on your forehead. "And if I stay, it will be worth staying with you."