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Masterlist

Nami x Reader (sleep talker)

Trafalgar law x reader

Luffy x reader

Mihawk x reader

mihawk headcanons

Mihawk x reader 2

Mihawk x reader 3

Mihawk, Shank, Law, Katakuri (corset headcanons)

Shanks x reader

Kidd x reader

Mihawk x reader 4

Mihawk x reader 5

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he sent this when the twins asked where he was

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darkbound souls doodle

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yesss !!!! poc rep in lad? give me moooreeeee

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linkon mc: ? i asked when is your bday, not HOW you were born

the twins: oh

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one kiss each!

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he sent this when the twins asked where he was

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Mr and Mrs Smith- Chapter 1

Synopsis: Flashback into how you met.

Warning: Spies || Murder

Henry Cavill (Spy) x fem reader (Spy)

The time was fifteen minutes to ten. The darkened sky contrasting the breathing nightscape. In room 211 the woman from peaking out the window. Impatiently tapping her foot before grinning as the body fell. Loud music reverberated across the room stopping almost all sound from reaching inside.

Yet as she heard the screaming halt. She knew he was dead. Glancing at the clock again, thirteen minutes to ten. She grabbed her coat flicked off the lights and headed towards the elevator. The show was about to begin.

In the room right above her stood a gentleman wearing his cufflinks as, coincidentally, the same song played in his room. Hands fiddling with his wrists he stared out the window trying to calm his nerves from the voice over the phone. Replying with bored and empty remarks he cut the call, resisting the urge to fling the phone against the glass pane.

Turning to grab his drink he dragged a chair and sat in the darkness staring at the blanket of lights coating the ground. He wondered whether the people down there, were having fun partying or whether they were frantically driving home to their families, in the end it didn't matter. Downing the drink he placed the glass on the table and sighed. Grabbing his coat he flicked off the lights and left the room. As the door closed behind him the body fell.

Reader POV

Scrolling through you phone you glanced up at the slow dial waiting for the metal trap to reach your level. Glancing at the post flooding your feed you rolled your eyes at the caption “Sorry to be cheesy, but you're my butter half!”. Incredibly bad. Yet as you stared at the couple lovingly staring at each other you felt a slight twinge in your heart.

Suddenly with a loud ding you glanced up as the metal doors opened. Inside stood a man who was adjusting his suit in the mirrored walls. Narcissist. Stepping inside the doors closed behind you, beginning the descent.

Finishing his self assessment he turned and looked up. You could feel his gaze through the mirror but chose to ignore it. Suddenly the ride stopped. Looking up you looked at him and he looked at you, holding confused gazes until the alarm went off.

Siren blaring in the distance you heard clearly through the intercom: "This is a police raid. Stay calm all hotel staff and visitors should refrain from movement and stay in their current location. Cooperation is advised and any resistant will be met with high prejudice."

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AN : for personal reasons i will not continue this. Enjoy an old decrepit draft

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Sylus x GN (reader)

Guess who remebered she used to write fanfiction...this gyal. For anyone who sees this hi!

Requests open

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It was strange, how he watched.

Intently, engrossed in every single twitch. Every jolt immortalised. Even before you knew hi he'd engrossed himself in your mundane.

The gentle taps of your pen on your desk. The way you laughed at Tara's ridiculous jokes. The food you liked, clothes you wore.

His eyes couldn't be torn away from the documents and files, records of a life lived without him. Without his completion. An unfinished soul.

maybe it was his evol thats made him look so intently. Notice how you overlooked the pain to defend the city of linkon. Notice how your eyes lit up at your favourite treats. Simply, notice.

Was it so bad that he watched, if he only wanted to know; experience you?

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Never Enough

In a good mood felt like making y'all cry today Warnings: Angst || Mention of Character Death || Eating Disorder

*requests open*

You understood your place. That is being a placeholder, a plug to fill up a hole in his heart. A job unfit for you as you didn't fit the mould. The mould of perfect wife and a perfect daughter. A job you couldn't fit no matter how hard you changed and morphed yourself desperately trying to be enough.

You could never be enough.

It didn't matter how much you cooked and tried to get him to sleep in the morning the bed would be empty and you'd be cold. No matter how caring and charismatic you made yourself he would always respond the same.

One word answers, complete disinterest. You understood your place. Yet, the rare times he offered you a smile your heart filled with hope, hope that maybe one day he'd look at you the way he looked at the screens of her when he thought you weren't looking. Maybe one day you'd making him smile the way he did as he watched his daughter.

Constantly convincing yourself that one day you'd be enough.

So when you stopped eating he didn't notice. When you stopped talking he didn't notice. When you stopped caring he didn't notice, and neither did you. The more you withdrew you felt the chasm between you two growing but you didn't notice. Or you did want to notice.

Didn't want to acknowledge that he knew, you knew, you would never be enough.

So as you stared into the mirror cheeks drained of life, eye drained and face streaked with stains of black you didn't care. You didn't care as he walked and fell in bed not noticing your debauched appearance. You didn't care that you would never enough. Whether he broke your heart; or never showed an ounce of care.

He would be enough for you. In every universe.

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2/2 but when Mihawk gets defeated, the Fem!reader helps him get back up and wraps his wound, which catches Mihawks heart? Sorry if this is too much or this goes against the rules. I'm a new fan and I couldn't find the rules on this page. Please do tell me if you don't want to write this, because I need to make sure that it doesn't make you uncomfortable. Thanks if you do write this!

Don't have rules (I'll arrange them at some point when i have the time to start thinking them up currently i'm just swamped with life) this is adorable though I love it and thankx for the request *requests open*

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There's a certain pride that comes with having the world's most powerful swordsman pining for you . If pining meant an intense desire to fight you, leaving whether he wanted you dead or not unsaid. Either way the fact he found you a worthy adversary was praise enough to ignore the glaring question of his intentions.

What Dracule didn't expect when he chose to fight you was just how strong you were. With no bounty, no fame you were an enigma and this underestimate of your power led to his quick downfall.

"H-how." Leaning over you smiled as he lay on back. his unattended wounds trickling blood.

"How ?"

"How did you defeat me." "Well, to put it simply i just did." You reach in your pocket and grab a clean cloth beginning to dab at his injuries attempting to compress the blood loss. "What are you doing?" Shuffling through your bag you looked for disinfectant, when confronted with your lack of it you grabbed a bottle of alcohol and held it to his lips. "Helping you, open." He eyed you suspiciously scanning your face for any ill intent before opening his mouth. Liquid falling onto his parched tongue you continued holding it up for him until it was half empty. Closing it off you grabbed some bandages and began wrapping them around this wounds. He watched in awe as you meticulously treated his wounds. Your deft hands careful not to harm or cause unnecesarry pain. He glanced at your sword unnassuing but strong just like you. As he lay there on the ground the gravity of the technical loss of his title "best swordsman" sinking in. Watching your eyes squint in concentration feature fixed to helping him he sighed, he should be mad. Should be livid that an unassuming person would take away his pride and strip him or that which he held so dear yet as your fingers glazed over him ever so gently he felt peace.

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Touchy

Itadori Yuuji is touchy. Obsessed with physical contact.

Nomatter the case. No matter the occasion he is ready to lay hands. Being careful with his strength he always tries to be gentle.

When he's squishing your boobs and grabbing your thighs he's always careful in the amount of pressure he puts, unwilling to cause you harm.

That is when he's sober. Inebriated Yuuji is a different deal entirely. Mind cloudy he just yanks and grabs trying to be careful but too far gone to not leave slight marks.

It's never painful just a little shocking with how gentle he usually is; but with his mind blanked out, head empty besides the chant: "just a touch".

He can't help that at the end of the night he ends up thighs in his palms and face passed out in your chest. Desperately trying to move closer when there's no space to move into.

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Lantern Distance is relative to the starting point. From where Clark was standing you were light years away. Even further from than his decimated planet; you were completely and utterly unreachable. Arm strung onto Wayne's arm smile brightening up the room as the cameras all flashed at you. All eyes in the room in your direction enamored by you. Including him in that moment his powers did him no good for all the talk of him being a deity he was well and truly mortal as all he could do was watch as you passed by into the event. Sure he could rush towards you in the blink of an eye. Set himself apart from all the rest by imbedding himself into your subconscious. He could, but he could barely breathe and he'd almost missed the snapshot of you. In this moment he was powerless, divinity turned man. He nearly died when Wayne introduced you to him. Your gentle grip perfect in comparison to his awkwardly stiff one. Struggling to control his strength, desperately holding back the urge to rip your glove off and feel your skin. Breaths suppressed before they became ragged. He smiled because that's all he could do smile and hope to rao you didn't notice how every fibre of his being was drawn to you. How every single cell yearned for you. When you smiled back his heart filled with joy as he said his name. "Pleasure to meet you Clark but unfortunately it has to be cut short. I'm obligated to mingle with a few more guests but I'll hopefully see you again before the festivities end, and again it's been a pleasure. Bye Tommy." As you walked away the two men watched before Clark broke the silence. "Tommy?" "Thomas, it's my middle name." Clark looked at Wayne incredulously. Who only looked back straight faced. Shrugging he continued. "Bit odd Bruce Thomas Wayne is going around giving his middle name. Let alone allowing nicknames. What will the press think." Playful smirk on his lips he glanced at Bruce who shrugged. "Press talk." "Normally it annoys you." "She's not normal." His hand gripped the wine glass he was sipping on slightly causing a crack. Luckily Bruce's eyes were wandering around the room. "She's not?" "Childhood friend." He gently sighed at he loosened around the glass and took a sip. "They've simply run out of things to say at this point." Walking away Bruce turned back and said: "goodnight Clark try not to break anymore glasses" and with that he walked off. Eyes glancing around the room he swerved conversation and people as he pursued you. You had walked a considerable distance away from the crowd. It would take him microseconds to cross him but the distance felt immeasurable. Finally having caught up to you he glanced up in awe as your silhouette glowed from the moonlight and city lights. Sparkling more beautiful than any star he'd ever seen. Suddenly feeling the urge to close the distance he stepped closer hand reaching out to touch your exposed arm finally gaining contact which he'd been yearning for all night he reach out and... (part 2. I know you guys are tired off me starting stuff off and not finishing it i have a problem and i am adressing it but as i am hyperobsessing on this man currently so expect a whole lot more to come. Check out my other fanfics and yeah if you're really feeling me comment your continent of residence just curious where majority of readers come from)

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Sleep

Description : Nanami Kento x reader

Synopsis : Nanami comes home from work and finds you asleep (or so it seems).

Warning : None || Fluff

You had be tossing and turning. Blankets tangled in a unruly fashion. For the past few minutes you had struggled to fall asleep. Yet, now your body lacked energy, your mind accepting the heavy lure of darkness.

Mere seconds from drifitng into slumber. Body exhausted from the day's torments you settled further into the warmth of your bed. Hiding from the blistering cold outside.

Almost falling into slumber, in the distance you heard the jingle of keys promptly followed by the creak of the door.

Body still relaxed but mind alert you strained your ear to access the disruptor. Shoe rack, kitchen counters, lights and finally steps. It was Nanami.

A creature of habit and stickler to the precise you strained your eyes in the darkness to glance at the clock. 9:15 he was home.

Now back at ease you settled comfortably, as your heart slowed allowing your mind to once again drift into the foggy void.

Slow, quiet steps approached the door taking a brief second be you heard the gentle creak. Light creeping in you listened as his clothes crumpled to the floor. As the wardrobe doors groaned and the shuffle of him slipping on his nightware.

Figure casting a shadow over as he leaned over aiming to kiss your cheek. Before his lips made contact you shifted your head slightly allowing you steal his breath.

You pulled at his vest dragging him onto you as your lips gently caressed each other. Bodies calmed and soothed from the contact both parties feeling the stresses of the day fall away.

Coming apart you opened your eyes in unison smilling gently at each other.

"hi."

"hello, darling." His voice was barely above a whisper. "How was your day?"

"Good, and your?"

"The usual, exhausting ." As he finished his words a yawn slipped past his lips. You couldn't help but giggle at it's comedic timing.

"i can see that, Do you want to join me in bed.?" Nodding he stood, closed the door and slipped next to you.

As you both passed out with his arms around your waist, you sighed happily. You could finally get some sleep.

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i read your dracule stuff and... You just have him so accurate, would it be bad to ask for something soft with him? Like him bandaging your wounds? Seeing your content smile he just gets a little flustered

Or.. Hear me out...you found a cat with his exact mustache. And just can't seem to let it go. (And no you definitely will not make the cat a little dracule cape. Nope nope nah, who would do such a thi- I would I would do such a thing)

Follow for more, requests are open.

To anon: i responded super late sorry. But hope this was good. In my trend of naming anons i dub thee kitty (you can ask for a different name if this doesn't float your boat) Hope you request more or just send cute headcanons and stuff love to read messages..

Warning: Nothing but fluff || Lights wounds (nothing serious)

Synopsis: When you find a cat that reminded you of the love of your life you immediately rush to shower it with affect but just like your husband the little munchkin doesn't warm up to you immediately.

You were half covered in scratches and bandages. The stinging slits covered in dried blood and you bit your lip as he dabbed them clean.

Mihawk was meticulously cleaning your wounds whilst taking intermittent breaks to glare at the culprit who now lay dormant on your lap. The black munchkin who you'd so affectionately dubbed Yoru (after your darling's famous blade) had warmed up to you, eventually.

After some gentle pets, a learned attempt from when you'd picked him up immediately causing you to end up as you were now. He'd accepted your affection enough to get close. Here you were now. Swinging your legs gently as to not disturb the resting cutie pie you couldn't help but smile. "You're incredibly cheery for a wounded individual." Looking up at Dracule you giggled at he continued to glare at Yoru.

"I have a new pet shouldn't i be happy?"

"A new pet who hurt you mere seconds after you had him?" Shrugging at his response you brought your hand to his head brushing away the stray hairs which had fallen onto his face. His eyes closed, head leaning towards your hand as he calmed down at your touch.

It was almost adorable how similar they were black hair, cold glare and an affinity to your gentle touch. Plus they were both cute.

"I'm not saying we should get rid of him." Frowning at his words you interrupted.

"Good. Because we're keeping him, I'm already attached."

"Of course. I just mean to say that you should be more careful, a little less forgiving of such. I don't want to see you hurt."

Taking his words into considering you nodded choosing not to argue as he was saying this because he cared.

"Wanna know what I named him" You paused. "Yoru." His softened features immediately soured, his lips just barely jutting into a light pout.

"Why would you do that?" Gently lifting his paws up with a smile on your face you giggled as his claws retracted.

"Because he has sharp claws." Laying him back down. You moved your hands back to Mihawk as he continued to treat you.

"I would never do this to you, you know that right?" Looking up you locked eyes. "I would sooner die a thousands death than cause you pain." The vulnerability in his eyes didn't go unnoticed to you.

The world was big; and it was dangerous. With both your infamous titles you weren't always safe, but as you leaned in and locked lips desperately clinging onto each other until you reluctantly pulled away.

You felt safe.

Breathing heavily still clinging for the slightest bit of contact you had your lips brushing ever so slightly. Unwilling to pull away.

You would never feel safer.

"I know."

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HELLO!! i hope im not bothering (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ can I request a fem!reader with kidd, crocodile, and killer who values their opinion a lot bc of past trauma, like if reader asks them about a shirt she got and they don’t care for it(or anything negative) she won’t wear it again.

Hellow, anons are never a bother darling. Although to be honest i have two tests coming up and i'm kinda tired so unfortunately i could only do kidd but hope you're good and feeling great. Ta!

KIDD

He didn't catch on that quickly. Just accepting that you valued his opinion, he honestly found it flattering that you respected your captain so much. Yet, there was always something off about when you asked whether he liked something.

That dejected blank look in your eyes if he ever spoke negatively about something (which he often did) you seemed to be considering. Your eyes would lose that sparkle and you'd walk away or immediately lose interest. It was honestly a bit unnerving to him how depressed you'd get at the slightest hint of negative reception.

"Hey cap, think I should get this shirt." Holding a green t-shirt you scanned it excitedly as you looked at the design. Green was often considered a hard colour to pull off but with it's light saturation and almost pastel shade it would be perfect.

"Nah, not really. The colour's hideous." Oh. Shoulders slumped you forced as smile and proceeded to go to return it. "Where are you going?"

"To put back the shirt." Face frowning he looked at you in confusion."You said the shirt didn't look that good." "Do you like it?" Nodding you looked back at the shirt. "Then get it." "But, you said-" "I know what I said. Get the shirt." Looking at him for sarcasm or hidden meanings you found none and proceeded to go pay for the shirt. Ever since then even if he found whatever you were buying to be trash he'd coerce you to buy. Heart warming up at the pure elation.

"Okay kidd. what do you think, about this bag." He had never seen anything so bad in his entire life. "I hate it." Whacking him lightly with it you stuck out your tongue at him. "Too bad, I'm buying it anyway." He'd never been so proud, lightly annoyed because he genuinely hated it, but proud.

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Mr and Mrs Smith- Teaser

Gun aimed at the woman, his finger trembled at the clear shot. Right. The moment was now. Six years down the drain, six years of lies. Six years of utter adoration and devotion, which now, meant nothing. Taking in a breath he shifted his shoulders aimed and shot. It wasn't loud but he couldn't ignore the ringing in his ears as she dropped onto the table. He'd just killed his wife, the mother of his child and the women he'd given his heart to all those years ago. Clenching his jaw he packed away his gun desperately holding in any tears he had to be strong now. For their child. It was the least he could do after tearing a hole through their family, leaving his child without a mother. Facing his love one more time he clenched his fist and walked away.

She couldn't believe the sight in front of her. Clad in layers of prosthetics and makeup. Bonded and clothed to deform her shape. Her long nails clicked against the cold glass which threatened to shatter in her hands. He'd done it. He'd actually done it. Earpiece in ear alerting her that he was no longer watching her eye twitched at the alert. He'd just left! Shot her, his love, and left. Barking out a laugh she chugged the drink and wiped the sweat off her brow. She'd given him the benefit of the doubt, given him a chance to prove to her his love. Fake blood seeping from the uncanny recreation of her showed her his love. His love was a bullet through the head, his love was immediately walking away , emotionless, after killing his so called "world". Nodding she watched as the other agents cleared the scene leaving alone with an ice cold drink and a frozen heart. He would pay. She was done being nice. She would kill the once "loving" father of her child. Vowing to love better than he ever would and vowing to make him regret ever meeting her. She would be the one to kill agent smith

anyway. Thoughts? i kinda want to do an entire fic instead of headcanons and this seems like a start. So comment if you like reblog and all that good stuff and catch y'all on the flip side,

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OMFG I JUST SAY THAT HC OF SHANKS MIHAWK LAW AND KATAKURI SEEING YOU IN A CORSET AND IM ON MY KNEES BEGGING FOR YOU TO DO A ONE SHOT WITH AT LEAST MIHAWK OR SHANKS?? PLS PLS PLS

Ok neko-chan (you are now neko-chan my dear @br34ky0ursp1n3 hope you like it) Anyway Let's get into it (let's just ignore the fact i have school tmrw😂😂😂😂😂😂)

Anyway requests are open and to those who have requested im getting to it i promise 🙏

Shanks

(i wanted the whore today)

I was early in the morning. With the sun peeking over the horizon; sky painted in a blend of bleeding red and browns the world was as peace. On this side of the sea, at least.

The Red hair pirates were all drunk and debauched. Strewn across every corner of the ship. Desperately trying to sleep off the pounding kickdrums in their heads. Or dead asleep blissfully oblivious to the terrible hangover they'd experience as soon as they woke up. For people who drank as much as they did, it was shocking they weren't acclimated to it by now. Unfortunately, they were not. Though, to you who was perfectly fine this was quite frankly hilarious. You didn't laugh though that would be too cruel to inflict on the miserable sailors. You drank alongside them last night with a bit more care in how much you took in. If you'd let them coerce you into drinking (they had certainly tried) you would be regretting it right about now. You hadn't let them though (especially him). So as you slipped across the boards admiring the sparkling see at the arrival at a new day, you tried doing so quietly lest you worsened their suffering. (why is the intro soo long let's get to the man)

You slipped into the captains courters smiling lightly at the light breaths erupting from your lover. Grabbing a random outfit you assessed yourself in the mirror. Admiring how the tight fitting corset clung around your waist. This would do.

Unbeknownst to you. Your] weren't the only one admiring how the number hugged your body. Shanks silently admired and you turned this way and that. His eyes filling with the need to touch you. Need to feel you, anything. All he knew was that this distance was torturous and that he'd make sure you wore that corset more often.

Turning to face the tangled mass of limps and sheets you gently swiped some of his hair across his face. Admiring how calm he looked at this second. With his title as one of the four emperors of the sea, the infamous red hair pirate people often had this high strung larger than life opinion of him. To you he was just your goofy idiotic extremely alcoholic captain. The love of your life, second only to your first love. The sea. At least that's what you used to say lately you'd begun to rethink the positioning of your priorities.

As you began to walk away you jerked backwards losing your balance and falling into the embrace of your now awake lover.

"Morning dumbass." "Dumbass really? that's what i get you. wound me!" Sinking further into him you close your eyes accepting the warmth. "Yes dumbass, how's your head?" "How sweet, she cares." Deadpanning you considered hitting his head to show him how much you 'cared'. "My head hurts like all hell thank you for asking, love." Turning around to rub his temples gently you touched his forehead against yours. "Nothing new there then." Grinning as you locked eyes you both stayed still; torturously holding the tension as your mouths tethered dangerously close to touching. Avoiding brushing up against each other every time each took a breath. Each desperately wanting a taste but holding back for the sake of suspense, of tension. With the knowledge of inevitability. Those lips would inevitably on yours. With bated breaths. you waited.

The string snapped and your lips touched his hands gripping onto your head and hip like you were his lifeline. Sucking in every breath of his you could, you pulled his head closer to you wanting to be even close if that was possible. As the sun rose both of you missing the birth of a new days. You smiled against each other's lips catching a moment before getting sucked into this wonderful form of drowning in each other lips. Uncaring of what the day would bring both of you finding solace in each other's embrace.