Smut, Reflection, and finally making it to the sex shop on the trio's last day of vacation.
A/N: Sooooo, this was a way larger gap than I intended, but as is typical, I got overwhelmed with college and only really wrote one shots this semester. I'm not going to make any crazy decrees, but I am gonna try my best to update in the near future. I hope all you lovelies are doing well 🫶
Himiko unconsciously whined in her sleep, chasing the warmth that had been surrounding her. She earned a soft chuckle in reply.
“I just need to go to the bathroom, love.” Shanks laughed, peeling her arms from where she was wrapped around him. Still half asleep, she let out a huff before rolling over and curling into Mihawk’s warmth behind her. She let out a contented sigh as Mihawk wrapped her in his arms and pulled her in close. Himiko loved being able to lie in with both of them; she’d miss it the most when their vacation ended tomorrow. She’s more than aware of how spoiled she’s been to be able to enjoy both of their company at the same time.
“Ready to join the land of the living sunshine?” Mihawk husked into her ear.
“Do we have to?” she asked, finally pulling back from his shoulder with a pout.
“You’re being worse than Shanks today,” he teased.
“Am not,” she replied, pout widening.
“Are too,” he smirked down at her, pecking her nose, “I’d put that lip away unless you’d like for it to get bit.”
“What, like you’re going to bite m-” She started before her own shriek cut her off as Mihawk nipped at the edge of her lower lip. He hushed her with a kiss as he gently rolled her onto her back, his forearms caged around her. She moaned into the kiss, legs hooking around his middle, urging him closer.
“You’re incorrigible, love,” he tsked against her lips before relenting, and grinding down against her clothed core. She moaned in response as he shifted down, slating his lips against her neck.
“You two really couldn’t wait for me, huh?” Shanks teased, slinking back into his spot in bed.
“Mihawk started it,” Himiko replied, gasping as the man in question sucked hard against her pulse point.
“Makes sense,” Shanks teased, “We all know how impatient he can be.”
Shanks only smirked in response when Mihawk pulled back just enough to glare at him.
“Aw, don’t be like that, love,” Shanks said, pulling his husband in for a kiss. Himiko bit her lip, feeling the rush of heat to her face as she unconsciously ground up harder against Mihawk.
“She liked that,” Mihawk said in a cocky tone against Shanks’ lips.
“Oh?” Shanks' smirk widened, “You like watching Daddy and Sir kiss?”
“You know I do,” Himiko whined, hot embarrassment crawling down her neck to her chest. Another pitiful whine escaped her lips as Mihawk stilled his movement.
“I suppose we do,” Shanks said, reminiscing, “You did soak through your panties when you caught me fucking Sir.”
“I wonder how wet she’d get from watching us together from the beginning?” Mihawk mused coyly.
“I mean, there’s really only one way to find out,” Shanks said teasingly.
“But I’ve been good,” Himiko griped,
“You call wearing lingerie all day yesterday being good?” Mihawk asked, turning his attention back to her.
“It was gonna be a surprise,” she argued.
“Oh? And was that a surprise for us? Or did you just wear it because you knew how hard we’d fuck you when we found out?” Shanks posed,
“I mean-” Himiko paused before reframing her argument, “It didn’t even work how I wanted it to,”
“So, you admit it was for you?” Shanks asked with a smirk, “Sounds like you’ve more than earned a punishment.”
Himiko sighed, “Can I at least touch myself?”
“Not until after we cum,” Mihawk replied, causing her to huff.
“That’s a lot of attitude for someone who's getting off easy. You’re lucky we’re letting you cum at all.” Shanks said, slipping out of bed towards the closet where they keep their toys. A moment later, he reappeared with an ankle spreader bar and a pair of padded handcuffs.
“What do you think?” he asked Mihawk, already visibly hard through his boxers.
“Shorten the spreader bar for her height.” Mihawk commented,
“I don’t know if we’ll have to, she’s more flexible than we are,” Shanks replied. Mihawk hummed in response, sitting back on his calves to free Himiko.
“Darling, move up towards the headboard.” He ordered, crawling up beside her as Shanks passed him the spreader. Mihawk measured against her legs, gently guiding each ankle to where they would be cuffed to the bar.
“You’re right, love,” Mihawk smirked, “It’s the perfect length so we can still see her pussy. Shirt on or off?”
“Off,” Shanks replied, leaving Himiko in a frilly white pair of panties.
“Safe word?” Shanks asked, as Mihawk gently cuffed each of her ankles.
“Four-ways,” She answered as Mihawk moved on to cuffing her arms behind her back and moved their pillows around to support her and still be comfortable.
“Good and?” Shanks asked again.
“And Red,” she replied, earning a soft kiss from Mihawk as he pulled back fully and crawled back down to where Shanks was waiting. They didn’t need any encouragement as the two quickly pulled each other in for a desperate kiss. Himiko could only watch as Mihawk pressed the redhead down so that he was flat on his back against the bed. He pulled back, straddling Shanks’ waist as he worked both their underwear down their legs. Shanks kicked his off, leaving them both bare.
“Fuck, Sir,” Shanks moaned unabashedly, knowing he didn’t have to worry about noise complaints.
“You want to get fucked?” Mihawk asked, heatedly, one hand jerking himself off until he was fully hard, the other wrapped loosely around the redhead’s throat.
“Please,” Shanks gasped, mimicking Himiko’s movements from earlier as he helplessly tried to grind up against Mihawk. His husband only grinned down at him as he pinned his hips and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. Mihawk once again sat back on his calves, eyeing Himiko with a smirk. Her panties already had a wet patch. Her little, faint, desperate pants only widened his smirk.
“Be a good boy and straddle me,” Mihawk ordered, facing Himiko dead on. Shanks clambered into his lap, long legs hooked over Mihawk’s hips as he took a wide seat on his lap. He moaned loudly as Mihawk began to massage his toned ass.
“Fuck,” Himiko gasped as she watched Mihawk begin to lube up his fingers on his dominant hand. Shanks could only whine and whimper as Mihawk traced his asshole teasingly before slowly dipping a finger in. He made unobstructive eye contact with Himiko as he prepped Shanks.
“Mhm,” she whined, trying at her restraints as she desperately tried to grind her thighs together. The small spot on her panties egged Mihawk on as it grew and made the fabric translucent.
“Isn’t he pretty like this?” Mihawk mused, smirk never leaving his face as he fingered Shanks with three fingers, “Normally, I’d take my time with him, but it appears you’re both feeling impatient.”
Both she and Shanks shared a groan as Mihawk eased his fingers out of him and guided him to lie down on his stomach facing Himiko. Shanks panted roughly as his chest was pressed against the mattress and his hips were jerked up to meet Mihawk’s behind him. A broken moan escaped him as Mihawk thrusted into him in one go, his hand wrapping around Shanks’ cock.
“He also likes to feel me later,” Mihawk said, as a flash of concern crossed Himiko’s face.
“He’s fine, aren’t you love?” he asked, thrusting back fully into Shanks.
“Mhmmm,” Shanks moaned, before Mihawk’s hand, that was around his cock to his throat.
“I’m so green, Sir-fa-fuck please don’t stop,” he moaned as Mihawk tightened his grip on his throat. His moans only loudened as Mihawk guided him back against his chest. Shanks’ cock bounced against his lower stomach with each thrust. Himiko could only groan as she watched them, nipples hard, pulsing in need.
“Sir, please?” she bordered on begging as tears pricked her waterline.
“Soon, love,” he answered through a moan of his own, pace speeding up.
“Fuck, you like that, don’t you?” Mihawk goaded, “Love being stuffed and choked, don’t you?”
“Fuck SIR!,” Shanks called out, grounding backwards into Mihawk’s thrusts. His hand came up to grip the arm Mihawk was choking him with for stability; nails indenting Mihawk’s pale skin.
“Please,” Himiko begged, as she helplessly watched them fuck.
“Shit,” Mihawk moaned,
“Eyes on her, love.” He ordered, “I want you to watch her while you fall apart on Sir’s cock.” Shanks moaned, forcing his eyes open, hips stuttering as he took in her soaked panties.
“That’s it,” Mihawk encouraged, free hand wrapping around Shanks cock, “Cum when you’re ready,”
“Oh, Fuck!” Shanks shouted as he came apart on Mihawk’s cock. Cum splattering his stomach and the sheets below him. He let out pitiful whines as Mihawk fucked him through it. Mihawk grunts only got louder as he chased his own high; his hips stuttering as he came deep in the redhead. Both fell down, panting against the mattress.
Himiko’s whines cut through their fatigue as they took in the streaks of overwhelmed tears on her face and her trembling bottom lip.
“Please,” she whimpered, “I need you.”
Mihawk recovered first, easing her ankles out of the spreader carefully to make sure there was no bruising. While he focused on her legs, Shanks slipped in behind her.
“Daddy,” she moaned, “please.”
“I’ll take care of you in a second, Sunshine,” he said comfortingly, hand on her handcuffs.
“Nhg,” she whined, “Later, please, Daddy need you.”
“Alright,” he soothed, kissing her shoulder as his hand found its way to her core.
“Oh my god,” he groaned, “You’re so soaked baby,”
“Daddy,” she urged, lifting her hips to hurry him along. Shanks cursed under his breath as two fingers easily slid in. Normally, he had to at least warm her up with one.
“God, she’s so responsive,” Shanks admired. He didn’t bother removing her panties as he pushed them aside and began to finger her, thumbing her clit.
“Fuck. Daddy. Please.” she moaned, grinding up to meet his fingers.
“That’s it love,” he encouraged, as Mihawk’s mouth wrapped around her hardened nipple.
“Oh, Fuck, fuck. I can’t, Daddy,” she cried as she began to shake against his firm chest.
“It’s alright, baby, cum when you can.” He softly reassured, seconds later, she came with a shout as Mihawk shifted nipples and Shanks pressed hard against her clit.
“You did so well, sunshine.” Shanks praised as she fell back against him. She laid contently on his shoulder as he held her flush with him while Mihawk eased her out of her underwear and removed the padded handcuffs.
The next hour consisted of them languidly bathing and getting dressed for the day. Himiko curled up on the couch with a hot chocolate after making Mihawk a latte and Shanks a black coffee.
“So, what would you like to do with the rest of our last day?” Mihawk asked, looking over at Himiko.
“We’ve already hiked, ice skated, shopped, and had a spa day,” Himiko shrugged, “Although I did promise Judith she could read my tarot at dinner two nights ago. And someone wants to go to Marge’s shop.”
“That’s non-negotiable,” Shanks interjected, causing Himiko to laugh and Mihawk roll his eyes.
“Well, it sounds like we’ll spend today in town. I did get the text from the jeweler that all the custom pieces are done.”
“Okay,” Shanks nodded, “If you’re alright with splitting up, those are all spitting distance from each other. You could go get your tarot read, while Mihawk picks up the jewelry, and I go to the sex shop. Marge said she’d close down the boutique for us, so by the time you both get there, hopefully everyone who’s shopping there will be gone.”
“Sounds good,” Mihawk agreed as Himiko nodded her head.
“Judith and Marge are so nice,” She commented, taking the last sip from her mug.
“I assure you the feeling’s mutual,” Mihawk said,
“Oh, they adore you,” Shanks agreed, causing Himiko to smile. The three continued at a slow pace, only getting to town an hour later. Both men parted from Himiko with a kiss, causing her to laugh.
“I’ll see you both in less than an hour.” She smiled,
“You’re right,” Shanks agreed, before pulling her in for another kiss. “There, that should keep me going,” he joked as Mihawk followed suit. Himiko couldn’t hide her smile, even as she jokingly rolled her eyes at them. She watched them fondly cross the street, heading for their own destinations as she continued down the way and took a right down a side road to Judith’s storefront. The bell jingled as she was enveloped by the warmth and the light smell of incense.
“Himiko,” The older woman brightened as she came into sight from the back room, “Finally come for your reading?”
“If this is an okay time,” Himiko asked back.
“Of course, here,” Judith said, locking the main door, “I don’t have any appointments until late this afternoon.”
“Oh, okay, good.” Himiko smiled, hoping to mask her anxiety.
“Nervous?” Judith asked, with a kind smile.
“A bit,” Himiko confessed, never in her stomach beginning to build, “Not at the whole tarot part,”
“Just your question?” Judith guessed.
“Yeah,” she nodded
“Alright, well, let’s get you to the back, and we can go from there,” Judith said, leading her to the back. Himiko admired the cozy space as Judith made her a cup of rooibos herbal tea. She let it warm her hands for now as Judith took the seat opposite her with her tarot deck.
“Now, what kind of reading would you like?” She asked Himiko, “I could do a single card reading for today, the week, or the next month. I can also do a three card reading if you have a specific question.”
“Three cards, sounds good, at least I think?” She said, asking more than telling.
“How about you tell me your questions, and we'll go from there?”
“Okay,” Himiko nodded, “I would like a romance reading, if that’s a thing.”
“It is,” Judith smiled, “Now do you have a more specific question or a general romance reading?”
“I guess, I’d like to know if I’m going down the right path, I-um will this get back to Mihawk and Shanks?” she asked nervously,
“Of course not, sweetheart. I would never, on principle, but it’s also bad for business for a psychic who has loose lips.” Judith joked, causing Himiko to relax a bit and take a sip of the tea.
“Okay, I was wondering if I should continue down the road I’m going on with Mihawk and Shanks. I’ve never felt this way before, and I’m torn between the fear of misstepping and losing them, and the fear of potential heartache.” Himiko confessed.
“Love is a powerful thing,” Judith said comfortingly, “Outside of those who do not experience romantic attraction, I don’t know a soul who has never had trepidations with love.”
Himiko nodded to her to continue.
“Something I wish I knew when I was younger is that nothing risked means nothing gained. Yes, your heart is precious, but life is full of struggles, ones that love lessens the burdens of.” Judith said, “Now, why don’t we see how the cards feel?”
Himiko nodded, unclenching her jaw and relaxing her shoulders as she watched Judith fan out the cards in front of her.
“Now you can pick three,” she directed Himiko. She nodded, picking two closer together and one from the end. Judith flipped each card slowly, revealing the hanged man, the fool, and the eight of wands.
“That looks really intense,” Himiko commented about the hanged man.
“Yes, and it normally would mean a hard stop, but it is upside down,” Judith replied.
“Upside down?” she asked,
“It means that the opposite of what it normally means is true to you. Would you like to begin there?” she asked back.
“Yeah,” Himiko nodded,
“An upside-down hanged man means that you should continue in the direction that you wish for, without any inhibitions. This next card is the fool; it encourages leaps of faith and embracing the unknown. Your final card is the eight of wands; it is a call to action. It encourages those who feel stuck to keep pushing. What you desire is within reach.” She finished with a warm smile.
“Wow,” Himiko said, “I wasn’t expecting a clean cut answer.”
Judith laughed lightly before responding, “Normally, it is more ambiguous and can be vague.”
“Stuck,” Himiko repeated to herself, “To be honest, I think that’s how I’ve been feeling for a while and not been able to put words to.”
“Many do,” Judith replied comfortingly, “At the end of the day, these are just loose predictions, you’re a smart girl. I’m confident you’ll find your way.”
Judith refused her payment. Instead, the two parted with a warm hug and the promise to visit again, regardless of Himiko’s relationship status. She felt lighter, in a way that she hadn’t in a long time. Maybe Nami was right about therapy.
Thankfully, it was a short walk to Marge’s shop; even with her mittens and coat, Himiko could feel the cold creeping in. Marge pulled her in before she could even knock.
“They’re in the back. I’ll be up here if you have any questions, sweetheart.” She told Himiko with a smile.
Within an hour, Himiko found herself walking through her second curtained doorway of the day.
“Hey, love,” Shanks greeted, holding a strap-on harness, while Mihawk perused attachments.
“Did you have to wait long?” She asked,
“No, I’ve only been here for a few minutes,” Mihawk replied,
“Okay, good.” She smiled. From there, they got down to business.
Himiko tried on and picked a strap-on harness. Both men picked out compatible attachments as Marge measured Himiko for lingerie. It was now Himiko’s turn to look around as Shanks and Mihawk picked out different lingerie from her measurements. She paused at a wall of vibrators. She felt a bit overwhelmed as she took in all the different kinds.
“Find anything interesting?” Mihawk asked,
“Um, yes and no, I guess.” Himiko replied with a laugh, “It’s just a lot.”
“Is this your first time in a sex shop?” he asked, coming up next to her.
“Yeah, outside of going into one as a dare in high school.” She replied.
“Well, how about you pick anything you could potentially be interested in trying?” he asked, “You know me and Shanks would never pressure you into anything.”
“I know, I guess I kinda just don’t know where to start.” She confessed.
“Alright,” he nodded, scanning the section, “You do have very sensitive nipples, would you be interested in that kind of vibrator?”
“Yeah,” Himiko nodded. Shanks came up as Mihawk was putting nipple vibrators into her basket.
“Sunshine’s a little overwhelmed,” Mihawk explained,
“Do you need to leave love?” Shanks asked immediately.
“No, it’s just kinda a lot to choose from, you know?” she answered.
“We were just going based on what we know she likes now,” Mihawk explained,
“Got it,” Shanks nodded. Together, the three of them went through each section and discussed possible options. Himiko couldn’t help but smile at how they cared for her. From there, they checked out and had a quiet night in playing board games, eating takeout, and heading to bed early in anticipation of their wake-up call the next morning.
Himiko could feel her fear of the future lessen as she curled up between them, content.
As always my posting/writing is going to be scattered as I get into the semester. For those who don't know I'm a full time social work student. This semester is probably going to be worse to the point of mini hiatus. I have a half hour oral exam that determines if I'm able to move on into supervised field work for my senior year. I just found out I have the two hardest judges on my panel, so I'm starting to study now 😭
I'll probably go back to posting my writing every one-two weeks afterwards since it's the week before spring break.
This is part of an less serious AU where Dragon quit the marine only after Sakazuki developed Dragon related issues after serving under his command for however long it takes to form a life-long grudge. (And Kite only quits after the Egghead Incident.)
Lots of nonsense going on in Marine HQ.
I'm not sure what caused me to draw this, I just randomly had this scene in my head.
Himiko hummed lightly to herself as she gazed down at the jewelry in the case. While there were dozens of options, she had zeroed in on two elegant metal bracelets. One silver. One gold. They instantly made her think of her sisters.
“Find anything interesting, darling?” Mihawk asked, leaning over her shoulder, with his hand resting on her lower back.
“Yeah, I think these might be perfect for my sisters, but they feel a little cold. Like, I know they’d love them, but they don’t feel personal. You know?” she asked, glancing up at him.
“Hmm,” he hummed, “What if you were to engrave them?”
“That’d be perfect, do they do engraving here?” she asked, immediately perking up.
“If they don’t, we could always have it done back in the city,” Mihawk said, a small smile gracing his lips.
“Okay, I think I’m ready to check out then,” she smiled up at him, the lightest of blushes graced his face.
Fuck
She internally groaned as her lingerie shifted as she turned to follow Mihawk to the register. The two strings of ribbon that were meant to rest between her inner thighs and lower lips had once again slipped between her lower lips and pressed against her clit. She had already excused herself to the restroom twice to fix the same issue in the hour and a half they had been in town. She bit her lower lip and tried to maintain her composure as the sales associate began to ring them up. They had already processed the few earring sets Mihawk had picked out for her. Himiko tuned back into the conversation as Mihawk was asking about a custom necklace and bracelet set.
“Yes, I would like the necklace with the gold chain and silver outer star pendant, and the matching gold outer star pendant on a silver chain for the bracelet. I would like both pendants to have 'M.S.' engraved on the back.” Mihawk directed. Himiko would have balked at the price if her lip wasn’t situated tightly between her teeth.
“And which stone would you like to insert in the center of the star?” The man helping them asked.
“Diamond,” Mihawk stated simply, as if someone had just asked him what day of the week it was. If Himiko weren’t so focused on her lingerie issue, she would have attempted to stop him, or at least debate a cheaper alternative to a set of jewelry that cost more than her rent a few times over. But for right now, she was trying to stay as still as possible until she could excuse herself.
“Was there anything else I could help you with?” the clerk asked, looking down at Himiko.
“Yes, I’d like a silver and gold bracelet from that case.” She directed, thankful that there was only one type of bracelet displayed in that case.
“And if I could get them engraved with ‘love always’?” she asked as the clerk came back to his station.
“Of course,” he nodded, taking notes and allowing both of them to pick the font the jewelry they bought would be embossed with. Himiko had opted for a cursive script, while Mihawk landed on a bold, clear script for his and Shanks’ initials.
“If that is all the pieces you’ll be purchasing, would it be okay for my associate to measure the preferred chain length on your bracelet necklace set?”
“Of course,” Himiko nodded, walking cautiously over to a woman in the corner who had various lengths of chain ready. She patiently walked through the options for Himiko until they landed on a fitted chain for the bracelet and a 47 cm length chain for the necklace. Himiko could see Mihawk pay with his platinum card in her periphery. She knew it would be enough berries to make her feel lightheaded if not faint.
“Thank you,” Himiko smiled at her before they both wished each other a happy holiday.
“Ready, love?” he asked, offering his hand.
“Yeah,” she nodded, lacing their fingers. Her bottom lip once again found a home between her teeth as they departed from the shop. Trying her best to pay attention to Mihawk.
“Because it is a custom order, it won’t be ready until the afternoon tomorrow at the earliest, even with the rush fee.” He explained, eyes ahead. Before Himiko could even attempt to form a reply, she was quickly yanked into a side alley closed on one end, with Mihawk’s massive form blocking the view of her from the street.
“Darling,” he prompted, lifting her chin to force eye contact, “Are you alright? You’ve looked out of sorts since we left the car. If you need to go home, I’ll gladly take you.”
“I’m fine, really,” She tried, knowing immediately from his face he didn’t buy it.
“Himiko,” he responded firmly. Her chin jerked up, eyes widening. Her name sounded foreign on his lips, which were currently pressed into a concerned line.
“It’s embarrassing,” she sighed, breaking eye contact as her face warmed.
“Darling, I can promise whatever it is, I won’t judge you, I am a doctor after all. I’ve seen it all.” He said calmly, trying to coax the truth out of her.
“I-” She sighed, tilting her head back against the brick wall behind her with a groan. “I’m wearing the ribbon lingerie,” she confessed, voice low, unable to meet his gaze, “And two of the ribbon pieces are pressing against my clit.”
“Is that all?” he asked with an amused smirk. Her face felt like it was on fire as she hummed affirmatively.
“Would you like me to fix it for you?” he asked,
“Please,” she nodded desperately. He shifted to make sure she was unseen from the street.
“Lift your skirt out of the way,” he ordered, rolling down her tights. He couldn’t help but groan at the sight of the darkened ribbon. He pressed his palm over Himiko’s mouth as he tugged at the lingerie for some slack to have more room to work with. He could feel her moan vibrate against his hand as he methodically tore both strands in half. Instead of pulling back immediately, his fingers glide over her engorged clit.
“Is there any pain or numbness?” he husked against her ear, causing a shiver to wake through her, his fingers still rubbing gentle circles against her aching clit. He pressed with just enough pressure to make her go crazy.
“Love, I’m gonna remove my hand. I’m gonna need you to be a good girl and use your big girl words, or I will be taking you home for a thorough examination. One where I’ll give your clit the rest it needs.”
Himiko’s eyes widened; they both knew she almost always needed clit stimulation to cum. The idea of him edging her made her focus snap together through the fog plaguing her mind.
“Now, I’ll ask again,” he said, removing his hand, “Is there any pain or numbness?”
“No, ngh,” she panted, “No, Sir,”
“Good girl,” he praised, his lips pressing against her in a soft, open-mouth kiss as he rolled her tights back up and guided her hands back down to release her skirt. Himiko panted as he pulled back to his full height, still blocking her view of the streets. He smirked down at her as he offered his still-wet fingers to her. It was his turn to groan as she licked his fingers clean while maintaining eye contact. They shared one last kiss before he guided her back to the street, fingers once again interlocked as if nothing had happened.
“So, why stars?” she asked,
“Hmm?” he replied, raising an eyebrow.
“The pendants.” She explained.
“Well, of all those offered, it reminded me the most of you.” He expanded.
“Why?” she asked, confused.
“Well, you are our sunshine, aren’t you, darling?” he smiled down at her.
“And the sun’s a star,” she finished with a soft smile. She tugged on his arm, causing him to pause before she pressed up on her toes to press a chaste kiss on his cheek.
“You know, everyone’s got Shanks pegged as the more emotionally driven one, but I know you’re the secret softy,” She teased, smiling up at him.
“Is that right?” he asked, leaning down to her height.
“Mhm,” she hums, pecking his lips before tugging him towards a candy store to continue their shopping spree. Mihawk dutifully held her bags as she collected different souvenirs for her close friends. While it wasn’t what he had in mind for spoiling her, he’d never dream of taking away the joy she expressed while being able to show her love for her found family. And if he could sneak presents for her at each stop while she was distracted, that was his business. She had gotten plenty of treats for Luffy, spanning from candy to local venison jerky. She had collected a few more clothing/accessory items for Vivi/Nami, along with getting a few different textiles for Sanji to experiment with. She had gotten Usopp some treats as well. While also taking photos of the custom signage of each of the eclectic shops in town that she thought he’d like from a graphic design perspective. Finally, they found their way to a brewery for Zoro.
“Hmm, I just don’t know which to go with,” she sighed, parked in front of two beers with notes she knew Zoro would love.
“Any input?” she asked, looking back at him.
“I’m afraid I’m more of a red wine drinker, and considering I’ve only shared a brief conversation with Roronoa, I wouldn’t know.”
“You and Zoro talked?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
“At the benefit,” Mihawk expanded, “It was brief, but he made a threat towards Shanks and me while you were playing the last match.”
“He what?” Himiko said, pulling back, her sole focus now on Mihawk, “What’d he say?”
“Nothing excessively violent, it was more of a warning,” he said, casually, “Roronoa, simply stated that if we were ever to harm you, that there would be a mob of people who care for you at our door.”
“Oh,” Himiko replied, slightly phased.
“We weren’t offended; if anything, it was heart-warming to know that you have people who adore you as much as Shanks and I do.” He reassured her before picking up one six-pack of each beer and going to the register to pay. Himiko joined him after a moment, holding the crook of his arm, her soft smile never leaving her lips. They shared a content silence as they packed up the car and made their way to the top of the mountain to meet Shanks at the resort.
Himiko’s eyes widened as she took in the massive wooden lodge. She was thankful that Mihawk was holding her hand, or she’d instantly be lost worse than Zoro when her crew went on a bar crawl, or really anywhere that involved the subway. Shanks had texted that he was going to snowboard for a bit earlier and that he’d meet up at the sit-down restaurant inside the lodge for dinner. They still had about half an hour before the reservation Shanks had made for earlier in the day. So, after giving Himiko a mini-tour, they opted to wait at the bar for the remaining time. Mihawk had excused himself to the bathroom, leaving Himiko alone at the bar waiting for their drinks.
“Hello,” a deep voice greeted her to her left. Her eyes widened at the size of him. Despite his calm aura, his figure was imposing; easily taller than Mihawk and Shanks.
“Hello,” she greeted back politely. Her face burned as he gave her a shameless once-over.
“I couldn’t help but notice you’re here with Dracule Mihawk,” he stated, “But, I’m being rude,” he said, extending his hand to her. “I’m Marco, Dracule, and I attended the same medical school. And you are?”
“I’m Himiko,” she stated hesitantly, unsure if he had any current connection to Mihawk or the hospital back in the city. She still politely extended her hand.
“There’s no reason to be nervous,” he said with a calming smile, opting to kiss her hand rather than shake it, “I was just a little surprised, God, their wedding must have been four years back now. I just assumed they’d last longer.”
“You were at the wedding?” she asked, overheating slightly from being in his radius, pulling her hand back.
“Yes,” he replied with a smile, “Although I can’t exactly fault Dracule for going after someone as lovely as yourself.”
Before Himiko could reply, she heard Shanks call her name one moment, before he materialized next to her, forcing Marco back a bit.
“Oh, interesting,” Marco smiled, still radiating a calm, friendly energy.
“And what would that be?” Shanks said, quirking an eyebrow at the taller man.
“I just never pegged either you or Dracule as one for sugar babies, but I can see why.” He replied, flashing Himiko with a disarming smile. Before Shanks could reply, Mihawk greeted Marco by name behind the man in front of her. Marco greeted Mihawk with a smile and a handshake. While his back was turned, Shanks got impossibly closer to Himiko. To the extent that if he were any closer, he’d be in her lap.
“You alright, love?” he asked in a hushed tone, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Yeah,” she nodded, smiling up at him, more confused than anxious.
“Would you like to join us for dinner?" She overheard Mihawk ask,
“No, I couldn’t impose, I’m actually meeting up with one of my brothers; he’s the chef here.” Marco politely declined. He clapped Mihawk on the shoulder before heading out. Moments later, the hosts came over just as the bartender placed their drinks in front of them. Himiko held both her and Shanks’ drinks as they followed her to their table.
“You got me a drink?” Shanks asked as Himiko placed his rum in front of him.
“I mean, yeah,” she laughed, “I’ve poured it enough times to know it.”
She could feel her face warm once again as he beamed at her with a smile.
“So, what’s good?” she asked, glancing over at them.
“I’ve never had anything I haven’t liked here,” Mihawk replied. Himiko hummed in response as she looked over the multi-page menu.
“Would you like us to order a few things to share?” Shanks offered, sensing her indecision.
“Yes, please,” she replied with a smile. He and Mihawk handled the ordering when the waiter checked in. Conversation flowed easily as they waited for their food. Shanks briefly talked about his time on the slopes before they turned their attention to Himiko. Neither of them could refrain from smiling as she recounted all the gifts she got for her friends and why she thought they’d like them. A pleasant silence fell over them once the spread of food arrived, and they ate to their heart’s content. Once the bill was settled, Shanks walked hand in hand with her back to their car. Her smile from Shanks opening the door for her morphed into a look of confusion as he slid into the back seat beside her.
“What?” he asked with a smirk, shutting the door as Mihawk started up the car, “You didn’t think Sir kept your outfit mishap to himself, did you, Sunshine?”
“I um-” Himiko started, unable to manifest an excuse as Shanks lifted her skirt.
“Is this alright, baby?” he asked, reaching for the hem of the tights.
“Mhm,” she hummed, heat rushing not only to her face, but core too. “Please, Daddy,” she bordered on begging. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Mihawk adjusting the rearview mirror as he began to make the descent down the mountain back to the lake house.
“Fuck, he wasn’t joking, you’re soaked, love,” Shanks said, smirk widening as he coaxed a squeal out of her, stroking her slit with his chilled fingers. They quickly warmed as he pushed her lower lips apart and began to stroke her clit, while peppering kisses along her neck. He pulled a high-pitched whine as he simultaneously sucked at her throat while he began to finger her.
“Daddy,” she moaned helplessly, grinding back against his growing bulge. His deep, firm thrusts had her climbing to her peak as fast as the car made its descent.
“Shh, it’s alright, Honey. Cum when you’re ready.” He comforted her as he added a finger and sped up. Her desperate whines and squelches from her pussy only egged him on. If it weren’t for Mihawk’s teasing earlier, she’d feel more ashamed for cumming as quickly as she did. But she had been keyed up since the alley. That, combined with Shanks’ nimble fingers, had her hitting her peak as Mihawk shifted into park.
“She’s all ready for you, Mihawk,” Shanks husked, making eye contact with his husband through the rearview mirror. The next moments were a blur as Himiko found herself in her favorite place between their arms. One moment, Shanks was teasing her, and the next, Mihawk was thrusting into her from behind as he bent her over the bar in the kitchen. She submissively stuck her tongue out as Shanks appeared in front of her.
“Ready, Sunshine?” he asked, stroking his cock.
“Fuck, please-DADDY,” she cried as Mihawk hit the spot deep within her, the one that made her feel like he was built for her. Shanks gave her a moment to recover before he began to shallowly thrust inside her mouth. His own groans rivaled the sounds of his and Mihawk’s thrusts. The couple came as they locked eyes above Himiko’s shaking form. Something shifting inside them. In a now-practiced routine, they worked her through it. The kitchen fell silent as Mihawk gathered her up in his arms and carried her up to their room, Shanks quick on his tail. Himiko sleepily curled up on their bed as they both went to clean themselves up in the bathroom.
“Are you alright, love?” Mihawk probed, tossing a used washcloth in the hamper of the bathroom.
“Yeah, I’m just still a bit annoyed by what Marco said,” he sighed, continuing at Mihawk’s raised eyebrow, “I just didn’t like how he referred to her as our sugar baby,” Shanks sighed.
“You love her?” Mihawk asked,
“What? I-I well, I…” Shanks replied, flustered.
“Love,” Mihawk said, cupping Shanks’ face, “It’s alright, I love her too.”
“How long have you known?” Shanks asked, after pulling back from a soft kiss.
“About your or my feelings?” Mihawk asked with a smirk, “I’ve known you’ve loved her since the aftermath of her kissing one of Luffy’s friends.”
“And you?” Shanks followed up, never breaking eye contact,
“Since the night of the gala,” Mihawk responded simply, “When Boa threatened to tell everyone of our relationship with her, I wasn’t angry about it possibly getting out; I was mad that she had trivialized our relationship with Himiko to one purely of a transaction.”
“Fuck,” Shanks sighed, looking over at Himiko’s sleeping form, “What do we do? I don’t want to lose her, Mihawk,”
“We wait for her to come to us, love.” Mihawk comforted Shanks with a firm kiss, “It may be painful, but it’d be irresponsible to spring our emotions onto her now. Especially considering the nature of our relationship.”
The next kiss they shared was one of comfort, both sharing a smile before joining Himiko in bed. What their words could not say was compensated for by their actions as they held her close, as though it could be their last.
I hope you enjoyed ^_^ I'm so happy I was able to sneak this in before New Year's. This chapter has been kicking around in my head since finals. Thanks, as always, for taking the time to read 🫶
Before the update, I just want to say how much I appreciate and adore all of you for sticking by me during my dozens of hiatuses because of school, or work, or writer's block.
Now that that's out of the way, I finally have the planned ending for Stuck that I'm happy with, and I'm so excited to share it. After publishing part two of chapter 27, there will be 6 more chapters and an epilogue. I'm sorry this has taken so long, but Stuck is my baby, and I wanted to give it a justified ending that I hope we all can be happy with. I will start updating after my finals week next week. I'm hoping to have this story done by early spring at the latest.
I hope you all have a lovely holiday season, and for those who also have complicated emotions this time of year, I hope you make time for and take care of yourselves.
I just hit 20,000 hits on my first ever fanfic on AO3. I posted it in November of 2023 so in one month to the day it will be 2 years old (still brainstorming a celebration that I'll have time for). I'm beyond touched by anyone who takes time to read my silly little stories. I know it's been building over almost two years, but I never thought I'd get more than a 1,000 hits tops like ever. Anyway thanks to you 💛
I hope I can continue to play dolls with all our favorite characters for as long as I can 💛
First four pages of Above the Crowd Below the Lights, a romantic rock comedy! This has been such a labor of love for us, and we’re excited that it’s just the beginning!
Okay, this literally has nothing to do with the pitt fandom, but you don't understand the level of joy I feel every Thursday when this updates. I also forget it updates every Thursday, so it is always a treat. Especially since Tuesdays and Thursdays, I have to go to campus (an hour-long commute) for one class, so I normally read the updates after I get to campus but before class. It just has amazing art, I like the pacing, and I'm obsessed with the lore.
Tomorrow will be the 4 year anniversary of me coming out as Non-binary. I wasn't planning on doing anything special, but felt inspired after seeing peaches on sale this morning. I've never made an upside down cake (or homemade caramel for that matter), but I figured the worst thing that could happen was a burnt pan. I'm happy with how it came out, and I'm happy how I came out.
I'm happy to have and continue to love live the life that little tomboy dreamed of 💛
Heyyyyy, it's been a while *checks watch*- almost 11 months to the day 😅. This was a way longer break than I ever dreamed of having. To be honest, I kinda just lost my spark for One Piece and didn't want to phone in the remainder of this fic. Stuck is my baby; it's the first piece of writing I've done after a ten-year break. Updates will be slow since I am also writing for other fandoms now, but I do intend on finishing this fic. Anyway, without further ado, Chapter 27: Part 1:
Faint pants escaped Himiko as she made her way up a well-worn path. It was before dawn, and the only lights available came from the flashlight Mihawk was holding and a small lantern hung on his backpack ahead of her. She could just make out her visible breath in the cold and the gravelly steps ahead of her. Thankfully, Mihawk was going at her pace; they’ve been stopping at every trail marker for sips of water and light snacks. Himiko was positive that if he were on his own, he could have made it to the summit two times over by now. While she knew they were close, there was no way to gauge it in the dark, outside of the fact that Mihawk had told her that their last break was the last marker before the top. Despite the hour, she was enjoying Mihawk’s silent company, surrounded by the sounds of nature.
Himiko almost tripped when the gravel and root-filled path transformed into uneven stone steps with a rough wooden handrail on either side.
“Are you alright, love?” Mihawk asked, turning at the sound of Himiko’s panicked steps amidst the gravel.
“Yeah,” She laughed, “I just tripped a little.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, his golden eyes practically glowing in the LED of the flashlight.
“Yeah,” she smiled up at him, “I just wasn’t paying as much attention as I should have.”
“Alright,” he nodded, stepping back next to her and taking her hand in his, “It’s only about twenty steps to the top; I’d like to walk the last bit with you. I doubt if anyone else will be taking this path today. It’s more of a spring through fall activity.”
“Okay,” Himiko nodded, the cold nipping at her nose. The rest of her face covered by a knit hat and a heavy scarf, Mihawk insisted she wear. The sleepy smirk Shanks gave her when they got out of bed over an hour ago made more sense now. Not only did Shanks hate waking up early, but he also wasn’t a fan of the cold. Himiko smiled at the thought of a smug Shanks curled up in their shared bed, hogging the covers.
She had a firm grip on both Mihawk's hand and the handrail as she ascended the last bit of the hike. Once they reached the summit, she could only see a large rock balanced on the larger rock that they stood on. Himiko was thankful it was an even surface with less to trip over. She stood still as Mihawk let go of her hand and stepped behind her to untuck the two blankets he had packed in her bag. She stood still in the dark as he walked around, setting something up. She listened contentedly to the small nocturnal creatures scurrying around before Mihawk’s hand once again found hers.
“This way, love,” he said softly, leading her over to the large rock. He had folded the first blanket to sit on and had set up a thermos and some snacks to the side. He sat down on the blanket before pulling Himiko backwards into his lap. She let out a surprised “Eep”, as he pulled her back so that her back was flush with his front. He unfurled the second blanket and draped it over both of them, looping his arms around her to hold her secure against him as the sun had just begun to break on the horizon. An inadvertent gasp escaped Himiko as she took in the incredible view of the sunrise over the snowy evergreen.
“It’s beautiful,” She breathed out.
“I’m glad you like it, love; this sight always reminds me of you,” Mihawk confessed, pressing a kiss to her cold cheek, before going back to resting his chin on the crown of her head. Neither of them talked or moved as they contentedly listened to the woods waking up around them. They shared sips of hot coffee and bites of fruit and granola as they basked in nature. They stayed like that for a bit, until a shiver racked through her.
“Are you ready to go home, darling?” Mihawk asked, releasing his hold on you.
“Yeah,” Himiko responded reluctantly. While she was starting to get cold, she also didn’t want to leave the beautiful scene. The hike down was much easier, not only because it was downhill, but also because she could now see where she was going. By the time they got back to the lake house, Shanks was up and had ordered takeaway breakfast from a café nearby. Himiko shared a craisin scone drizzled in white chocolate with Shanks and half a cheese omelet with Mihawk. She savored the mocha latte Shanks got her as she absently listened to the duo plan out the rest of today.
“Is that alright with you, love?” Shanks asked, snapping Himiko out of her daze.
“Hmm?” She hummed, putting her drink down on the kitchen island they were standing around. She was met with two warm smiles before Shanks repeated himself.
“I was saying after we get ready that you and Mihawk will go on your solo lunch date, then meet up with me at the lodge later.” He reiterated.
“That sounds good,” she responded with a smile. After finishing up breakfast, the trio made their way upstairs, dug through their suitcases, and laid out their clothing before piling into the bathroom. Shanks shed his robe and boxers before jumping in the rainfall shower and setting their preferred temp. Meanwhile, Mihawk took care of peeling each layer off of Himiko. From her flannel, down to her long underwear, and finally her underwear, leaving her bare. She let out her second “Eep,” of the day when Mihawk playfully slapped her ass on the way into the shower. He and Shanks shared a laugh, before Himiko slapped Shanks' chest, with an embarrassed look on her face. Before she could pull back, Shanks grabbed her wrist and pulled her flush with him. He pecked her palm before pulling her in for a sweet kiss. Himiko gasped against his lips as Mihawk crowded her from behind, grinding lightly against her back. Himiko couldn’t decide what was getting her hotter, the water cascading down her or the DILF’s encapsulating her.
A moan escaped both her and Shanks when his semi slid between her lower lips and grazed her clit.
“Fuck, Daddy,” she gasped, her nails digging into Shanks’ right shoulder and left side.
“Fuck,” Shanks moaned in response, head thrown back as he thrusted up against her warmth without penetrating her. It only took a few swipes before he was fully hard.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, leaning over her, inadvertently blocking the spray of the water.
“Did Sir get you all wet?” he panted against her lips. She could only whimper in response, eyes shut. Despite having done this dance before, it was something about his phrasing that had her flustered, embarrassment crawling up the back of her neck.
“He asked you a question, love,” Mihawk chastised lightly, still grinding his now fully hard cock against her back.
“Yes,” she gasped against Shanks’ lips; watery eyes holding his gaze.
“Yes, what?” he pushed.
“Fuck,” she moaned, “Yes, fuck, yes, Sir got me all wet, Daddy.”
Both men groaned at her omission. She whined as Mihawk’s right hand moved from her hip to brace himself against the wall in front of her. Both Shanks and she let out surprised moans when he dropped his hips and thrusted between her parted thighs from behind. Himiko tightened her grip around Shanks, burrowing her face into his chest as they trusted against each other, surrounded by her warmth and plush thighs. All she could do was focus on her breathing as the pair used her like their personal toy. She inadvertently pulled a moan from each of them when she rubbed her thighs together, looking for more friction. She panted against Shanks’ chest as they shared a kiss above her, each of their thrust getting more and more sloppy. With one last squeeze of her thighs, Shanks shot off, closely followed by Mihawk.
“Fuck,” Shanks gasped, tilting his head back against the tile he had been braced against. Mihawk hummed in agreement, draped over Himiko as he came down from his high. The gentle fall of the water once again cascaded over Himiko in the absence of Shanks’ broad frame. Himiko let out a whine as both men pulled back, Shanks’s member bumping her neglected clit.
“Are you feeling left out, darling?” Mihawk husked in her ear. All Himiko could manage was a desperate whine as she nodded her head into Shanks’ chest.
“Words, love,” he gently reminded her, prying her from Shanks’ chest and turning her around to face him.
“Yes, Sir,” she nodded, looking up at Mihawk; her eyes not only wet from the shower, but also from desperate tears falling down her face.
“We can’t have that, now can we darling?” he asked, cupping her face and tilting up towards him. They shared a brief but sweet kiss before Mihawk lowered to a kneeling position, coaxing her thighs apart.
“Sir?” she asked, confused, as Mihawk stroked her inner thigh, kissing up her inner thighs.
“Oh, you’re in for a treat, sweetheart,” Shanks whispered into her ear, mirth clear in his voice.
“I didn’t know you liked giving head?” she said half half-said/half-questioned.
“I do, just not to the extent Shanks does. I didn’t want to overwhelm you, darling.” Mihawk replied.
“Few are on my level,” Shanks laughed.
“We can’t let him have all the fun, can we?” he smirked playfully up at her.
“No, I guess we can’t,” Himiko breathed out as Mihawk guided her thighs just a bit further apart to fit his broad shoulders.
She watched with bated breath as Mihawk parts her lower lips and licks a clean strip from her entrance to her clit. She gasped, falling back against Shanks as Mihawk let out a guttural moan, and dived back in. This time, tonguing at her entrance before licking upward and sucking at her clit. Her half-lidded eyes meet his sharp golden ones as he begins to finger her entrance.
“Everything alright, love?” he asked, smirking as her hips followed his mouth as he pulled away.
“Fuck, Sir pleas-” she moans, cut off midway as he thrusts a second finger into her heat. Mihawk smirks up at her. Her relaxed body is pliant as he coaxes her leg over his shoulder, Shanks keeping her steady. Himiko melted against Shanks’s hold as Mihawk ducked his head again, capturing her clit between her lips. All Himiko could do was moan as she let Mihawk have his way with her. She whined at the sensation of facial hair brushing roughly against her inner thigh. Similar to when Shanks went down on her, it was unclear which of them was benefiting more from the situation. His long, thick fingers made her crumble against his palm as she tried desperately to ask for permission.
“Da-addy,” she half-whined before trying again,
“S-ssir can I-Fuck,” she moaned.
“Go ahead, love,” Shanks permitted, nipping at her earlobe. Mihawk doubled down on his efforts, tracing her clit with the tip of his tongue as he curled his fingers, hitting that spot ruthlessly. It was a matter of seconds before she released across the surgeon’s face, head thrown back on Shanks’ shoulder. Himiko fell into a spaced-out headspace as the couple took turns washing her. She had come mostly back into her body as she sat on the edge of the tub, while Mihawk thoroughly dried her.
“How are you feeling, darling?” he asked, once again kneeling before her.
“Good,” she nodded, sitting up straighter.
“I’m glad,” he smiled up at her. Not in his signature half smile- but not quite a full grin either.
“Are you alright to head out?” he asked, “If not, you won’t get a complaint from either of us if you would like to have a lazy day here.”
“I’m okay, I just think I need a minute.” She said more sure of herself, “If you guys want to start getting dressed, I can meet you downstairs in a sec.”
“Alright, only if you’re sure,” Mihawk double-checks as he stands up to his full height, cupping her face affectionately.
“I promise I am,” she replied, kissing the palm of his hand. He smiled down at her, reluctantly pulling back as Shanks called for him in the other room.
Himiko took a deep breath and stretched, before wandering back to the now-empty bedroom. She smirked to herself as she grabbed the underwear she had laid out and replaced it with the ribbon lingerie Mihawk had picked out for her. While she was planning on wearing it for them at some point during their trip, she didn’t think she’d get the opportunity so soon. She stood in front of the built-in mirror of the walk-in closet and began slowly weaving her limbs through the delicate lingerie. She was now extremely thankful that she had sat through a tutorial instead of winging it. Once the lingerie was secured, she pulled on some black winter tights, a black lightweight sweater, and a mustard corduroy overall skirt. She gave herself a small spin to make sure her surprise was hidden before going down to the kitchen. She shared a brief peck from Shanks on the couch, where he was set up with a hot cup of coffee and a book. Then she circled back to Mihawk, who was drying his hands from cleaning dishes from earlier.
“Ready?” she asked, sliding into her black winter boots.
“Yes,” he nodded, grabbing the keys from the bowl and Himiko’s hand. They made a peaceful drive up into town, enjoying each other’s company as a Lo-fi playlist sounded off throughout the car.
A/N: I hope this was worth the wait. Thanks to all who stuck around during my hiatus. I'm hoping to get the second part up soon; it was gonna be reeeeaaallly long if I didn't cut it off here. I can't promise when I'll upload next, but I will finish this fic if it's the last thing I do lol.
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