Hi I just wanted to ask if you can a scenario with ace, zoro, sanji x reader crying after first time sex because it's hurt too much but she don't wanna say that she has pain?
Guess whose back? Me
I finally graduated with my associates in fine arts and now finally have some time before starting my bachelors in game design and animation in the fall.
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a/n: this might be bad sorry I feel like I might mischaracterize one or two of them and like always (or a majority of the time) this is gender neutral. I also haven’t written an x reader based fic in a hot second so sorry about that as well
warnings: mentions of not sfw
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Portgas D. Ace
I miss greasy ace som much I hope Xolo has a little grease to him when he shows up in opla season 3 lmao
Man’s immediately knows something is wrong
I know the ask says after but knowing Ace he would make sure during the whole time that his partner is safe and comfortable
He’s so hyperaware that if something does sound right, his partner moves in a way, or anything is fully prepared to stop
Ace’s mind was racing. This was the first time him and his partner were being intimate and it terrified him. His partner has never really done this before and Ace’s only had it a handful of times drunk off his ass. Their legs were wrapped around his waist while he bottomed out. When like a pile of bricks falling on top of him. A pained gasp came out of his partner mouth when their legs shook around his waist and their hand grasped his shoulder. Ace felt someone just punched him in the chest with his heart was going a mile a minute. Ace was moving at a lightening speed and pulled out running on pure adrenaline. Some tears have collected on their face as they started crying.
“Sorry,” his partner cried out. Ace grabbed them and held them. “It just felt- it hurt and I didn’t know how to react I-“
“Oh sweetheart, don’t be. I’m sorry that it hurt. I didn’t mean to do that” one of ace’s hands cradled the back of their head and the other was around their waist. His partner arms wrapped around him.
“It just that when you- and it wasn’t until you were fully in did it start hurting”
“Hey, you have a no need to explain anything to me.” Ace pulled them both so the two could face to face. “How about we stop for now and just cuddle for now?”
“I’d like that” His partner replied before Ace kissed his partner’s cheek.
Roronoa Zoro
is it valid to put live action gifs on these? Like are they different characters or can I use gifs of the live action version of the characters in relation to these post without differentiating them?
Zoro’s situation would be a lot different than Ace and Sanji but not in a bad way.
Zoro would be more of a position type of uncomfortable if you know what I mean
And Zoro would be react a little differently as Zoro’s personality is a lot different than the other two
Maybe the crows nest was a bad idea. A really bad idea. Zoro used it the most out of everyone but still anyone on the ship could come up at any moment. One second your helping, more like watching, Zoro trained. The next the two of you were on each other like Rabbits. This wasn’t the first time but it was the first time it’s gone past heavy petting.
Zoro had you on top of the nests sitting when it happened. The position changed and pain shot through you and a painful cry shot out. Zoro being Zoro was confused for a second before seeing the tears in your eyes. Zoro immediately stopped what he was doing to make sure you were okay.
“Hey,” Zoro changed the position for you both to be sitting up. “You alrigh’”
Zoro hands were on your shoulders steadying you.
“Yeah,” You nodded “when we moved it felt I was getting gut punched or something for a second”
Zoro kissed your forehead before putting his chin on top of your head. “‘M sorry about that. I’ve never meant to hurt you, baby”
(Idk if this nonbinaryness or not but I leaning big on male reader for this in my head)
Vinsmoke Sanji
we don’t talk about post timeskip sanji enough
His situation would be a mix between the last two but more on the Ace side
This man worships the ground you will walk on regardless of gender, he IS A GIVER
So in case it would be a mishap that happens in the pillow treatment you would be getting because HES A GIVER (I need you guys to know this)
Sanji was man of his word. It was all about you. He was about your pleasure and none of his. He was hypersensitive to making sure you were in the heights of pleasure. It was in the mess of limps when Sanji got his mouth on you. His hands wrapped around you.
“Sanji!” You moaned out. Sanji hummed as he pulled your legs over his shoulders. Sanji pulled away after that to move to kiss your inner thighs and stomach.
“Hmm,” Sanji hummed before mumbling something into your stomach before diving back in. Sanji knew what he was doing. He knows your body better than you as it wasn’t before long before you’ve almost gotten close to your peak before Sanji pulled away.
Sanji smirked at your pout before moving to sitting up. Maybe it just the position you guys were in or how he moved one of your legs back down but something in your body got pulled and a pain filled cry came out of your mouth and Sanji immediately stopped what he was doing and stopped to make sure you were okay.
“Hey, hey, are you okay?” Sanji panicked. His eyes searching your face for anything and sees some tears on your face.
“Yes, I’m sorry. I don’t know how but when my leg moved it really hurt” You whispered tears still in your eyes.
“Hey, Love theres no reason for you to apologize. I’m just happy you’re alright” Sanji cupped your cheek wiping some tears off. “I’m sorry for making you cry, I didn’t mean to hurt you”
“It’s alright, Sanji, can we stop for a little bit?”
“For you, anything” Sanji replied before wrapping his arms around you holding you.
I think I might of gone more down the path of opla sanji for this sorry
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a/n: I refuse to change the wording of Ace’s scenario. I cannot get the word ‘you’ in the context of his to make sense sorry
trafalgar law x gn!strawhat!reader
cw: smut, possessive law, law struggles w/ feelings, soft law, piv sex, implied situationship, emotional law
an: so in my head this takes place in wano, and is kind of a heat of the moment emotional type thing. in my head law's stupid slutty kimono is draped around his shoulders btw hehe
tagging: @bby-deerling @kaizokuniichan @themushroomofdeath @risenwrites
Law is obsessed with you.
It eats at him, gnaws into his flesh like sharpened teeth. He feels childish, as if being played for a fool - but the fact of the matter is that you’ve clawed your way into his head. Law finds himself aching with an inexplicable pain that he cannot seem to mend on his own, one that snaps any strands of rationality in two and has him second, third, and fourth guessing his own words.
You’re a Strawhat. After this business is done and accounted for and the alliance ends, you’ll be enemies once again.
Yet Law can’t escape the deep-seated, profound, and frankly infuriating way you linger around in his mind. His inner thoughts speak in your voice, perfectly mimicking every single subtle nuance and tonal shift of the words you’ve spoken to him prior. He longs for your presence, even if he cannot reason with why. The only thing that Law has gleaned is that you are the root problem of it all - and he needs to let you go for his own sake.
Then why now does he have you upon hands and knees, back arched perfectly and covered in sweat while he buries himself as deep inside of you as he can?
Lithe fingers cup at your hips to keep you in place, tips digging into the pliant flesh with enough force to bruise twice over. Law’s pace is ruthless, pouring every single one of his feelings into you with every harsh thrust of his hips - and you still just don’t get it. Are you truly this oblivious to his behavior? How he craves the taste of your skin or the touch of your hands? He all but froths at the mouth when you’re with one of your crewmates, jaw clenching and fists balling at the thought of you leaving with them - leaving him behind.
Law grits his teeth in frustration, and takes it out with a rough smack to your ass. Your cry of ecstasy doesn’t go unnoticed, and his hold on you tightens further when your walls flutter against his cock. He can feel himself start to crumble, and with each salaciously delicious sound you spew he borders further and further off the edge of reality.
What’s stopping him from keeping you, really?
He could have you whenever he wanted – your touch and body available at the drop of a coin. Nevermore would he need to feel the crushing burden of your absence, to mend the seams of woe that have frayed into his nerves. Try as he might to fight it, this burning desire is kindled when you're with him.
And now, with you at his mercy beneath him, all thoughts feel like lies. Law feels his will breaking, and for a moment he casts logic aside. The smiles, the laughter, the vivid conversations you've shared – he wants them all to himself. It's selfish,and yet it can't be helped.
Law's thoughts are interrupted by the sound of your voice. Pleas of finality reach his ears – soft, shaky cries of delirium emanating from your tongue. He knows what you want, and he isn’t about to give you what you want. Not yet.
He slips out of you then, giving you a much needed but very much unwanted moment of reprieve that's cut short before you can even turn your head up toward him in question. Law shifts his hold on your hips and flips you onto your back, hands curling against the undersides of your knees and pressing them toward your chest. Just as he’s realigning himself with you he pauses, unable to stop himself from raising his gaze to yours.
Law inhales sharply and can feel his gaze soften as he looks into your eyes. And in another bout of weakness does his heart leap, a warmth spreading within him that feels so unfamiliar but not unwelcome. He leans forward over your body to quickly capture your lips to his, simultaneously sheathing himself back within you. He swallows both the gasp from your throat as well as his own guilt, indulging himself in the wistful tangle of emotions and limbs that is this moment.
Your tongue eagerly twists into his, your arms coming to cross around his shoulders as if desperate to get as close to him as you can. Law obliges you, wrapping his own arms around your lower back and squeezing you to his chest – though he longs to melt into you entirely. He’s slower now, the rock of his hips beginning to move with more purpose and with an undeniable sense of not-so-hidden sentiment.
It feels like his sense of self has vanished, and in its place stands someone he doesn’t know. As if the sums of his of attempts at reason had subtracted tenfold. His kiss doesn’t end - save for seconds of breath - slotting your lips together in a long sermon of implicit confessions that are long overdue.
The feeling overtakes him, and soon enough he’s muttering nonsense into your ear about how he needs you and how you make him feel. Telling you all the ways he craves your entire being, how much you’ve changed the way he thinks. It's more than he’s said to anyone at once before, and he doesn’t know – doesn’t care – where it’s coming from.
You reciprocate. It shocks him – the words falling from your tongue should sound foreign, but they don’t. They’re real and they’re raw and they bring Law a comfort he shouldn’t crave.
But he does, he craves it like no other. And hearing your revelation solidifies it.
Law isn’t leaving this country without you by his side.
I DON'T CARE, I DON'T MIND 💉 TRAFALGAR LAW X F! READER
ＫINKTOBER DAY 8: BAREBACK
🐙requested by: Anonymous. Hello, yes! I forgot the gender lmaoo. Anywho... day 8 with trafalgar Law x fem!reader? (He's my recent obsession since I came to sabaody)
⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. pretty sweet and silly. bareback. modern au in where Law still has amber lead's disease.
🐙 wc: 1,6k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist
You wouldn’t mind, he is so hot…
you wouldn’t care, you’ve always wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to fuck him.
“That’s amber lead’s, don’t come any closer” people whispered when he passed through corridors and halls.
“Don’t even talk to him, the moment you touch that boy you’ll get it” they murmured when he sat down, alone, under a tree and ate his lunch.
But you, even though you never came any closer, were never afraid of him and those white spots on his tanned skin. In fact, you spent most of your time looking at him from afar; the way his silver eyes scanned the books, the way his hands one random day appeared covered by tattoos…
That last year of school went by flying, and that man didn’t even attend graduation, because his loneliness perhaps -or maybe how smart he was- allowed him to graduate faster than the rest.
And, despite you never saw him again, he never, ever abandoned your mind.
However, destiny has twisted ways to make it happen, when something is supposed to happen… And it only took ten years.
“Excuse me, Miss… My son isn’t feeling well, do you perhaps know what’s the waiting time?” A tall blonde man, with a kind appearance asks you, an ER nurse receptionist.
You smile at him; it is almost impossible not to. He is young, so naturally you peek to the side to see his son. However, there wasn’t a kid in sight, so you ask.
“Hi Sir, who’s your child?”
“Well, you might say he is still a child in a way…” the man says, pointing at a man of tanned skin and spotted white marks all over him, sitting with his phone.
You immediately remember him, that boy of your school days. But he couldn’t be the same, you are sure his father looked almost like him and not like the man in front of you… yet, the moment he lifts his phone, you notice the D.E.A.T.H tattoos on his hands.
Ten years have passed, maybe it is just a coincidence…
“Oh…” you blink, in awe… if that’s him, then, he has grown up to become an even hotter man that what you could have imagined.
You quickly ask the “father” about his “child” symptoms, but it is the “kid” himself who stands up and starts talking to you.
“Trafalgar Law, 26 years old, high fever, amber lead disease. I need antipyretics, that’s it. Insurance number 107460610” he says, not even looking at you, but constantly at his phone.
Law… He is the same lonely guy you used to admire back in school.
“Ok, Mr. Trafalgar. Please, follow me…”
Yet, Law was wrong. He didn’t just need to lower his fever, but, because of his rare disease he had to stay hospitalized for some time. And, to your surprise, one of those nights he remembered you very well.
“You are (Name)-ya, right? From high school. I remember you had a polar bear plushie keychain on your backpack” he mutters while you happen to visit his room to inform he needed to sign some paper so that he could go home by the morning.
You take your eyes from the documents; two opened big orbs fixing on his silver ones. Lips separating, warm breath coming in between your teeth. “He remembers me?”
“I am, yes. Law? The ho- the intelligent kid?”
“The horrendous? The lonely one? The sick, contagious kid? Yep”
You immediately shake your head.
“Not the horrendous, the hot one!” you tell him, sincerely. Maybe you shouldn’t have said it, but you won’t allow him to lie about himself that way.
Law remains silent. His cheeks suddenly tinted in slight pink dust. He tried looking away for some time, while you also played dumb re reading the form you hold in your hand.
“Would you like to grab some breakfast tomorrow when I’m finally off this place?” Law finally breaks the heavy silence only filled with the typical sounds of a hospital. “I mean, if you are not… afraid of this” he finishes, showing you the white spots all over his skin.
How could you be afraid, if those garnish his skin like the first snow of the year does to the sand on a beach? Like the clouds beautifully grow on a hot summer sky? Like the powdered sugar sweetens the most delicious pastries?
“It’d be my pleasure, Mr. Trafalgar…”
You couldn’t sleep. You really couldn’t sleep. You tossed and turned the whole night, you simply remained in your bed looking at the ceiling as if it had all the answers in the universe… answers you didn’t even know the questions to.
October has already become chilly, and the autumn morning shines its orangey depictions all over your city. The scarf around your neck playfully flies with the breeze outside the hospital and it has you wondering why it is always so damn windy on every hospital door you’ve ever been to.
Such thought becomes interrupted by his sweet raspy voice, and it is actually the first time you come to think it took you almost ten years to hear it for the first time.
Law didn’t touch you, but he called your name to make you turn around. In fact, his hands remain hidden inside his jeans; spotted ones and very tight to his long, long legs.
“Law! Good morning! You are looking better under the sun. Let’s go, I know a good spot” you chime, smiling sweetly. Something inside you tells you to grab his hand in a very friendly way, but you stop yourself… is it because of his disease? Or is it because you are scared of making him uncomfortable?
“I follow you” he only curls a tiny piece of his lips upwards, and immediately after hides underneath a white fluffy cap.
The spot you mentioned wasn’t exactly what Law was expecting; instead of a pâtisserie, you chose a tiny on the go coffee shop in front of the beach. And he was pleased you did; the cold sea breeze kissed his cheeks that helped with the constant blush to have such a beautiful woman by his side.
Both prefer to fix your eyes towards the sea, as you sit on a bench facing the beach. A hot cocoa warms your palms, while a little inner voice screams to look at him.
“So… what did you do aft-“ you want to ask; but you are cut short.
“I had a crush on you, (Name)-ya” Law startles you with those words.
You quickly turn to look at him; out of words you blink slowly trying to process those words, maybe even unsure he had actually said them, or it was just your wishful mind.
“Everybody turned their faces when I passed, they never looked but only murmured. But you, instead, looked at me. You looked at me. I guess you were just curious, but I still had a crush on you” he reassures.
You smile, and your hand lands on his thigh.
“I was, indeed, curious. But I also wanted to talk to you, to sit right by your side and ask about those “Sora the Warrior of the Sea” comic books… I am still curious… and I am still looking at you…” you confess, coming closer at him, slowly, so carefully.
“Are you?”
“I am…”
Those words maybe were never said; perhaps, they were only thought. However, your lips encountered his so out of the blue, so sudden and unplanned. A kiss so long due, that could even make you laugh to think of how it happened… grown up adults acting like teenagers in love?
Definitely, both of you act like it, as Law grabs your hand, and both stand up when the kiss breaks.
“I know this will sound weird and so out of chivalry but… would you like to uh… visit that place?” he asks, pointing at a tiny love hotel from across the street.
Out of chivalry he says? Well, perhaps. But who cares?
You’ve always wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to fuck him.
It took you two a couple of minutes to finally get a room; a Thursday morning isn’t a very busy time for that type of activities after all.
Bam! The door of the room opened with his back hitting it as both kept kissing.
“(Name)-ya, aren’t you afraid of my disease? My skin, see? Covered in this” he asks, while your hands work to undress him -rip his clothes off-.
“What spots? I only see those sexy ass tattoos…” you smirk, kissing his neck and the heart inked on his chest.
Truth is, science still fought over the “contagiousness” of that illness and still, you didn’t mind, you didn’t care. And Law couldn’t resist himself, no more. You were ok with those spots, you didn’t mind, you didn’t care!
Skilful inked fingers, hands so deadly undress you as fast as desperate. Your skin, so different than his, so perfect, so kissable, also desperate, waited for his wet and warm kisses.
Slowly, or maybe violent, both fell on a bed. Bodies jumping, looking at each other side by side on the ceiling mirror… it was almost magical to see the reflection of your flesh one against the other, rubbing, white spots against “healthy” skin… make me sick, I don’t mind, I don’t care!
It definitely feels like making love for the first time, like teenagers touching other for the first time. You knew Law knows how to fuck a woman, but this time he couldn’t avoid acting clumsy and desperate.
Kisses all over your skin, your nails carved on his tattooed back. I don’t mind for foreplay, just fuck me raw… bare… do not even think of it.
He guides his sex, hard, warm into you. Hands a little trembling, kissing you nonstop. Your hips buck up, searching, allowing, letting him bury deep inside you.
“Ngh… are you sure? I could make you sick…”
“Fuck me, Law. I don’t mind, I don’t care… I actually had a crush on you, too… And I still do…”
Something in which the reader ends up telling Sabo that the scar on the left side of his face is disgusting (making up excuses) and she doesn't wanna see him anymore because she thinks she is unworthy of being with him, but he thinks she meant to say that his scar is disgusting and she doesn't wanna see the scar.
So, he starts wearing an eye-patch to cover up the scar! And the reader starts feeling guilty. He also lies to everyone why he is wearing that..
pov: gremlin reader is trusted to hold their sword(s) for the first time
ZORO
When given the opportunity to even lay a finger on his precious swords, of course you were going to be overprotective of such duty. Hugging the three swords against your chest, and carrying them everywhere you went without putting them down—not even for a second. Hell, were they so damn heavy, especially three at once—you couldn’t tell how he can effortlessly carry them around his hips all the damn time, but you weren’t going to easily give up on your responsibility over them.
“Hey lady, you’ve been holding those swords the whole trip down here. Put them down and rest your arms for a bit–”
“Shut up, I will not blemish them.”
“Wha–?”
“Shhhh!!”
“They won’t get dirty, just put them down for the sake of your poor back!”
“Mind your damn business before I knock you the fuck out,” you snarl at him, giving him a deadly glare.
The poor merchant yielded away at your threat, throwing his arms up with a frightened grimace across his features, and sputtering out apologies.
A familiar guttural laugh catches your attention, you look towards Zoro with a beaming grin before running to his open arms; he holds you tightly—chuckling into your hair.
“Didn’t know you cared that much about my swords. Guess you’ll be the one to look out for them when I’m not around.”
“Yes of course! They’re crucial to me as much as they are to you!”
He lets out a hearty laugh, then he leans to kiss the top of your head. A new warm feeling bloomed in his chest at your resolution towards the protection of his dear swords.
Meanwhile, the merchant began traipsing away at the sight of the Roronoa Zoro.
MIHAWK
Being trusted to hold the strongest black blade? You were going to put your entire being into protecting that sword from anything, and everything.
As Mihawk went for a quick business talk in a random tavern, you traversed along the streets of the vigorous town. Gawking at random shops, and the verdure across the hills. A rough hand grabs your shoulder, forcing you to halt your movement, and turn around to face the red haired emperor. He gives you a warm smile before speaking.
“It’s a little too heavy for you, why don’t you let me hold it for you.”
“No thank you. I would rather not.” You brush away his hand with a stern look.
“Then, maybe put it down for a while? You’re going to break your back—”
“It’ll get dirty that way.”
“He can clean it later—”
“Leave me alone or else he’ll end up cleaning your blood from his blade.” You scoff at him.
His face drops for a brief moment, bottom lip curling between his teeth, and he seemed to be fighting back his laughter.
Before you knew it, Mihawk emerged from behind Shanks, a small smile tugging at his lips while his feet took him adjacent to you.
“Hawk eyes! You got a tough one right there!” Shanks clutches his stomach, laughter bubbling in his throat at your not so intimidating remark from seconds ago. Mihawk’s hand rests on your head, caressing your hair with a proud nod of appreciation.
“Thank you, love. Next time don’t threaten emperors, I don’t want you to end up in trouble.” He presses a tender kiss against your cheek, smirking briefly when he feels the heat that was burning on your face as he kisses you again.
summary: robin helps you back to the ship after a night spent drinking with zoro
warnings: language
wc: 1.2k
you should've known better than to drink on the island with zoro who could drink multiple bottles and hardly be tipsy whereas you drink one and you're on the floor passed out. but, he kept insisting that you needed a reliever, so you listened and went with him. the bar was decent, not a lot of people which you liked, and the drinks were better than you expected. the only downside was the fact zoro kept ordering more rounds for you both, which left you where you are now, stumbling beside him trying to find your way back to the boat.
“do you even know where we're going?” you asked the male, words slurring together as you spoke.
“not a damn clue,” zoro answered, almost falling onto you.
“hey, don't fall on me! i won't be able to drag your ass back to the boat!” you pushed him a little bit.
“are you calling me fat?!” he exclaimed.
“what?! i never said that!” you retorted loudly.
“you did!”
“did not!”
“did!”
“not!”
you pushed zoro again, except this time, you lost your balance in the process and was about to fall face first into the ground until you didn't. you were waiting for the impact that never came, and at first you thought somehow, zoro caught you. but, when you looked up to see who actually did, a smile instantly pulled at your lips.
“robin! you saved me!” you said happily.
“haven't i told you to not go drinking with zoro when we reach an island?” robin asked, pulling you back up to your feet.
“oh it's just one time! i’m completely fine! right zoro?” you responded, turning to look at zoro who was now gone.
“you could hurt yourself, you know,” robin told you.
“but thankfully you were here to save me!” you smiled still, stumbling over your own feet while trying to remain standing still.
one of robin’s hands moved to your waist to steady you in place, noticing your stumbles as she shook her head, “let's head back to the ship,” she said.
“aw fine,” you pouted, starting to walk only to stumble around again.
robin caught you, again, and pulled you closer to her with one of her hands so she could make sure you wouldn't fall. you looked up at her as she led you back to the boat, smiling.
“i’m so glad you stuck around,” you told her randomly.
robin looked down at you with confusion, “what do you mean?” she asked.
“i mean i’m glad you decided to stay with us. i know we can be a handful, but i’m happy you stayed,” you answered, one of your hands reaching for her other free one.
you've had a crush on robin for a while now, but never said anything out of fear despite nami constantly insisting that it would work out fine. little did you know that robin felt the same way and was also struggling with poor nami trying to convince one of you to just confess to the other.
“i’m happy i did too,” robin smiled down at you, watching you fiddle with her hand.
“have i ever told you how you're my favorite?” you said, “but don't tell sanji, he thinks he is.”
one of her eyebrows raised at your words, not being able to tell if this was the truth and was now coming to the surface because of the alcohol, or if it was strictly the alcohol in general. “am i?” she asked.
“yep!” you nodded. “you've always been my favorite since i've met you! i've never told you because of me being a coward even with nami saying that it would be fine but i couldn't! it's just- you're so pretty and i could never stand a chance so i never said anything! i mean, even zoro saw through me earlier tonight! i’m doomed!” you ranted slightly, not entirely realizing what you were saying as you looked down at her hand in yours.
robin suddenly stopped walking, her arm stopping you as well as she looked down at you. “y/n, do you have feelings for me?” she asked.
the look on your face as she asked that question was almost amusing at how you looked like a deer caught in headlights. “oh, well, uhm, i uh, well, yes,” you answered, now feeling dead sober. “oh my gosh i just fucked this up, didn't i?” you asked aloud.
“you didn't mess anything up,” robin said, both of her hands now holding your face. “i have feelings for you too, y/n.” she smiled at you.
now your face looked shocked, “you do?” you asked.
“yes,” she nodded. “i have for a while, and was also speaking with nami on the matter.”
“really?” you asked again, not believing it was true.
robin let out a chuckle and nodded again, “yes,” she told you.
there was a silence that filled around the two of you, and you looked at her with a small smile growing on your face. “can i kiss you?” you asked her.
she didn't reply, but instead leaned forward and kissed you first. your smile instantly grew as you kissed back, your hands moving to wrap around her neck when she pulled away.
“shall we head back to the ship now?” robin asked you.
“if i get to sleep in your bed with you,” you answered.
“of course,” she nodded.
“then yes! let's go back!” you said happily, pointing to the direction of the docks.
robin chuckled and held onto your hand while beginning to walk again towards the ship with you following right beside her with a bright smile on your face.
when the two of you made it back to the ship, somehow zoro found his way back and was already sleeping. nami was awake when she saw you two get on the ship, immediately seeing your hands holding onto each other and she gave a thumbs up with a small smile to robin who was taking you to her room on the boat.
you immediately laid on the bed once you saw it, still smiling lightly as robin situated herself next to you on the bed, looking over at you. you glanced over at her and rolled over onto your side, smiling at her.
“so, does this mean we're like, together now?” you asked her.
“if that's what you want, then sure,” she nodded.
“of course that's what i want,” you told her.
“then we are,” she said, kissing your forehead.
robin then turned the light off and looked back at you, “good night,”
when you didn't respond, she knew you had already fallen asleep and let out a chuckle. she pulled the blanket onto you both and rested her head on the pillow, smiling at your sleeping figure. she could hardly believe this somehow worked, but she was happy that it did. it meant neither of you would have to worry and stress about the other possibly not feeling the same. and that was nice. also for nami to not have to deal with watching you two struggling the whole time. that was also nice for her.
a/n: This one was so much fun to write!! Mihawk is always daunting to write for at first, but I always end up having fun and am usually pretty happy with the results when it comes to him. Want to know if Mihawk gets a smooch? Read on to find out! 🥰
pairing: Mihawk x GN!Reader
word count: 1.4k
candy heart prompt: True Love - Something on their/your lips
MIHAWK + TRUE LOVE
It was the first beautiful day Kuraigana had experienced in quite some time.
The thick fog that perpetually decorated the war-torn land was lifted, and the clouds above were broken enough to allow rays of warm, unfiltered sunshine illuminate the hidden beauty of the gloomy island.The lush greenery and produce the three of you had worked so hard to maintain practically sang in the light of the sun. Leaves glistened with dew, some reaching toward the rare blessing of light as if to grab it and hold onto it. It was a perfect day for farming.
“It’s such a beautiful day,” you sighed happily, stretching your arms out above you. Mihawk grinned from beside you, but you were too busy basking in the comforting warmth to notice.
“It is rather…bright,” Perona stated as she gripped her umbrella tighter.
Mihawk thought quietly to himself, determining that Perona’s discomfort might work to his advantage for once, “Perona, how about you go back to the castle and prepare some snacks. The weather is nice, maybe we can have a picnic.” He felt his heart squeeze in his chest when you smiled widely in his direction, your head nodding enthusiastically.
“Don’t order me around!” She huffed, though a reprieve from the too-bright sun sounded ideal. She turned the other direction and floated towards the castle.
“Oh, and don’t forget to pack something for the humandrills!” you called out to her.
“What am I, everyone’s servant?” She stomped her foot in annoyance and puffed out her cheeks, “I’m too cute to be bossed around like this…”
When Perona was out of sight, you laughed to yourself, “She’s particularly moody today.”
Mihawk hummed beside you as he dropped some seeds into the earth, “And it’s only going to get worse.” He used a hand shovel to gently pat the dirt back over the seeds.
You peered over at him, “What do you mean?”
He laid the shovel down beside him and wiped his gloves along his dirt-stained pants. Retrieving a folded up newspaper page from his back pocket, he handed it over to you. Your eyes scanned the paper, the bold title Gecko Moria Alive! caught your eyes instantly. It was a strange sensation. You had no ties to Moria aside from his pink-haired subordinate, but still, for Perona’s sake, you felt warm tears well up in your eyes.
“Oh, Mihawk, she’s going to be so happy,” you said in a hushed whisper, though Perona was hardly in earshot, “And also really angry that you haven’t told her sooner. This newspaper is from three days ago.”
He chuckled, “I know.”
You felt a pang in your chest, “I suppose that’s another chick leaving the nest.” You were still recovering from Zoro’s departure and now Perona was soon to follow. You’d grown quite accustomed to your family you shared in the last two years. Though two years wasn’t a very long time comparatively, it felt like it’s always been the four of you.
“It’s for the best,” he replied, “Danger is coming.”
You stiffened, “You don’t mean…?”
“I believe the Reverie attendants are going to vote in favor of the abolishment of the Warlords. That means Marines will be surrounding this place very soon,” he sighed and closed his eyes. “I don’t want Perona to get in harm's way for something that doesn’t involve her.”
You smiled in his direction, “You’re a kind man, Dracule Mihawk.” The tightness in your chest was easily replaced with gentle thumping. If anyone else were to refer to him as kind, he’d scoff in their direction. Hearing it from you, he felt a familiar heat creep up his neck.
Much like Zoro and Perona, Mihawk just ended up being stuck with you a few years ago. He warily offered his hospitality, but miraculously, it didn’t take long for Mihawk to warm up to you. When you proved yourself to him, you became the unofficial first mate to his unofficial crew. Though, with your time together on Kuraigana, you hardly acted as Captain and Crewmate. You tended the land together, sought peace with the humandrills together, and lived your day to day lives in the castle of Kuraigana together. Waking, working, and wasting the days away together. You weren’t sure what you were to Mihawk, but it definitely felt different than a mere subordinate.
“I suppose it’ll just be us again, then.” The thought of it going back to just the two of you simultaneously excited and saddened you. Mihawk looked over to you. He didn’t utter a single word, just stared. Though you’d assumed you’d be used to the intensity of his hawk-like eyes, they still had a way of making you feel embarrassingly shy. You absentmindedly wiped at the sweat forming on your upper lip. The sun was beginning to burn.
Just the two of you. Mihawk always loved the sound of that. Though he’d enjoyed his time training Zoro and cooking with Perona, he often thought fondly of when it was just the two of you. Why then did it make him so nervous to return to that? The dab of soil on your upper lip caught his attention and stole his thoughts.
You had mistaken his silent staring as a denial to your statement, “Unless you intend to send me away with Perona?” Your throat suddenly constricted. Surely he didn’t mean that. “Mihawk, I know things are about to get intense, but I promise I can protect myself and will help you with whatever you need. Just don’t…”
You stopped your sentence when Mihawk shifted beside you to turn and face you. His right hand reached up to your face and you waited with bated breath as you were unable to process what was happening. Mihawk’s never touched you like that before. You gasped when his finger swiped across your upper lip. Holy shit, he was going to kiss you. You instinctively closed your eyes and sighed against his finger, awaiting his lips to meet yours. A cool, empty breeze brushed against them instead.
“I’m sorry. You had dirt on your lip,” he said simply.
How embarrassing. You felt unbelievably hot under the small pockets of sunshine now, “Right, of course. Thank you.”
You wanted to leave his hold, leave the garden, leave the whole entire island, but Mihawk held you firmly; his left hand mirroring his right as they both caressed your face gently, “I’m not going to send you away, (Y/N). I want you by my side.” His face lowered to yours, noses brushing. The words he spoke stole your breath from your parted lips, “Stay with me as long as you wish.”
“Mihawk…” you managed to huff out. His name on your lips, so unfamiliar in this low tone — he could drink it right up. How long has he been holding himself back from falling completely into you?
“Say it, please,” he murmured. The movement of his lips caused them to bump against yours. A tease of a kiss, “Say you’ll stay with me.”
“Mihawk,” you whimpered once more. You weren’t sure you’d be able to say anything else. Not when his intoxicating warmth and tender embrace was robbing you of air. But, you wanted him to know how you felt. How you’ve always felt since joining his side, “I want to be with you forever.”
Your confession was the gravitational pull to at last close the distance between the two of you. His lips slotted against yours with promise, a silent oath to stay with you and protect you for however long you’d want him to. Your skin no longer burned, instead kissed by sunlight as his lips rained down on you, moving with yours as if he’s planned this moment out for years. In truth, he wished he’d done so much sooner.
You pulled away for air, but Mihawk wouldn’t, couldn’t stop. His lips tickled against your tender pulse line as he continued his kisses along your neck, pulling you tightly into him by your waist. He muttered confessions in-between kisses. How long he’s wanted you. How long he’s loved you. How long he’ll continue to want you. How long he’ll continue to love you. Forever, forever, forever. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him back up to your aching lips to let him know you reciprocated his devotion. Years of unchecked desire was evident in the urgency of your shared kisses, spilling forth like an endless fountain as you lost all sense of time against each other’s lips. Nothing would hold either of you back now.
Perona rounded a corner and caught sight of the two of you embracing each other. She silently gagged, but decided to leave the both of you to your moment. The sun was a little too bright for her anyhow. As she turned and floated away, a smile stretched along her face. She always thought the two of you would be cute together.
a/n: Hate to see him go, but love to see him kissed 💋 We unfortunately say goodbye to Mihawk for this event, but I have a feeling we’ll see him around in the future. 🤭 Thanks for reading!!
