Hi I really like your work and wanted to know if you have any recommendations for other writing blogs? I am new to Tumblr and want to find more One Piece writers :-) Ty!
Hellooo, anon my love! welcome to the fandom here on tumblr! there's no particular order, i'm going through my following list and adding the writers i know hahah i also added artists bc they're great †i hope you have a nice day/evening/night, bby! â€
writers:
@imasimpforshanks
@onepiece-writting-forest
@tofuwrites
@pure-kirarin
@doctorgerth
@laws-hat-headcanons
@vemuabhi
@sashi-ya
@the-witch-of-one-piece
@starrybrujita
@angeltani
@kerokerogecko
@one-piece-aus
@kaizokuwritings
@heyitsdoe
@quirkyseastone
@strawhat-bast
@simp4ace
@fleurbeds
@okaydudechill
@mimi-ya
@txvbios
@pink-duda
@youamongthemelissas
@rukia-writes
@laceymorganwrites
@goingmorry
@iman-the-simp
@idontwantofly
@sanjisprincesswifey
@sunfloweryo
@flameboyace
@softrozene
@sanjithesimp
@trashytoastboi
@crapitskizaru
@madlymiho
artists:
@simpforroses
@rivvd-art
@shrimp-sanji
@peachytreeblossom
@sam-vangell
@llettya
@vission-kid
if i still forgot someone, i'm so sorry! i tried my best to make sure i added everyone, but i'll check again later and add more blogs in case i forgot â€
Hello! Could I request Zoro for the mail sevice event and could it be nsfw <3 gn please!
Hellooo my dear! Zoro just sent you a spicy letter! The News Coo just left, and will deliver your letter very soon! â€
To my (Y/N),
We have a few months left until we finally meet again in Sabaody. I know it was Luffyâs idea, I know weâre having time to train and get stronger to finally go to the New World, but I miss you. Ever since we met, weâve been together always. Even over a year later, itâs still weird being apart. And I canât help thinking of how itâs going to be when we finally see each other again.
While I want to simply hug you, sleep next to you and drink with you, I canât help thinking about other things I want to do when we meet. I know Iâm not the best with words, and I tried to improve my dirty talking, but I need to know if you think and desire the same thing as I do.
Because on our first night together, although I just want to take you so hard, I also want to kiss, lick, suck and touch every part of your beautiful body. I want your warm mouth around my cock while your soft hands touch me. I canât wait to hear your moans while you suck me so well, and appreciate the sight of you touching yourself while you do so.
I know youâll be so desperate for my cock, so desperate to cum. But I wonât give it to you that easily. My fingers will stretch you so good; after all, it has been a while since weâve been together. You need to be prepared to take me. My fingers will be working in and out of you while you squirm under me.
But if you think Iâll let you cum so easily, I wonât. Iâll make you beg, fuck yourself on my fingers. And when Iâm satisfied, Iâll fuck you so hard. My cock will be so deep inside of you while you cum as much as you want around me. Iâll fill you up with my cum, babe.
And then weâll finally fall asleep holding each other again, after so long.
Do you need comfort? Or maybe youâre missing your beloved? Our mail service is here to help! Choose your favorite character + what kind of letter you want to receive, and soon the News Coo will deliver it to you!
Confession Letter
Goodbye Letter (angst)
Comfort Letter (if you need comfort about something specific, let me know on the request, please)
Longing Letter
Apology Letter
Romatic/Fluff Letter
NSFW Letter
(i also ask you to specify the gender, please. if not, i'll try to make it as gender neutral as possible)
wainting for the postman to bring me happiness - sabo and g/n!reader
a/n: earlier today i had a funny situation that gave rise to this cute plot. i answered the postman and was like, "wow, how handsome and what a calm voice he has", so i immediately started writing. well, this is my first time writing with sabo, he is one of my dear characters and was the one who most fit the fictional postman's personality. hope you like it!
ps: in this scenario there's no pandemic, so please don't forget to wear a mask to answer the postman
psÂČ: i wrote based on my country's postal system
word count: 676
warnings: none just fluff
there's no pronoun, so it's gender neutral reader
When you received the long-awaited message âYour order is out for deliveryâ, you already felt your heart speed up and your hands sweat along with a tremor in your legs. You had no idea how many times you got this message, but in all of them you had the same reaction. And this cycle was already familiar to you that it became routine.
If you were asked months in advance of the things you hated the most, you would answer that âwait for the postmanâ was almost at the top of the list. You found it too boring having to fix your hair just to pick up a package â which was not always yours â, say the number of your document and not know what to say when the postman thanked you and wished you a good day. However, everything changed when someone in your family decided to buy something online and you were in charge of receiving the product, so you didn't pay much attention to your appearance and went to do what you were asked to do.
And you regretted it the exact moment you saw the new postman. What a man! You even forgot the document number and responded with a âNo problemâ when he said âI wish all the best to youâ. Even though your face was hot with embarrassment, you decided that you would see that handsome boy again.
And that's how your salary was being toasted in totally useless things, but at least you had a chance to see the postman and show him that you were always in a good mood and very attentive to your appearance. But your memory was still failing when it came time to say the number of your document, which made him laugh and help you because he memorized it after hearing you talk so much.
And several products that you didn't even know what it was for and many debts later, you were already taking the courage to try to bring up something with him, and now was the time. After you receive the message, it always took a few hours for the boy to honk in front of your house to let you know that his order had arrived, and now it was no different; hearing that familiar sound, you waited a few seconds longer to answer so he wouldn't notice that you were already sitting on the couch waiting anxiously for his arrival. You straightened your clothes and made sure your teeth were very clean so that the smile you would give him was pleasant.
However, your courage disappeared the moment he smiled at you.
Damn perfect smile! It wasn't fair for him to pull out all your desire to flirt with him. But you tried not to show your nervousness, although you almost dropped the package when you took it from his hands and felt his skin touching yours. The touch was warm and you continued to feel it for a while longer.
As you said the same numbers as always and watched him jot it down along with your name, you took a deep breath, counted to three, and said it as quickly as if the words would cease to exist if you didn't say them:
"Saturday I go to that pub that will open on the main avenue." That's all you managed to say, and you quickly shut up before saying any nonsense that would make your situation worse.
He stared at you confused for a few seconds, as if trying to understand what you meant by such information, but after seeing the smile you gave him, expressing all your intention, he smiled back saying that he would go there too and that he would like to see you in a place where he could talk to you in a non-professional way.
When his motorcycle disappeared from your sight, you bounced back into the house, your heart happy and full of hope that you could see him again and no longer need to spend money for it.
Most Likely to... [Wedding Edition] (Various x GN!Reader)
A/N: Good evening, my sweet darlings! I haven't exactly had the time to write due to school, but I whipped up some wedding headcanons with my beautiful friends @simpforroses @fireflykaizoku and @the-witch-of-one-piece! This was such a fun collaboration as always! I hope you enjoy reading our fun little work! Please take care and remember to stay hydrated!
Warnings: Some suggestive themes but nothing explicitly stated
Have a huge wedding
Everyone is invited! They want lots of friends and family to come celebrate the special occasion. The more the merrier!
They will spend their entire life savings on making your wedding day the most special day for the both of you. After all, you deserve the best in their eyes.
Buggy, Cavendish, Doflamingo, Crocodile, Sanji, Vista
Cry seeing their lover walk down the aisle
The sudden realization that theyâre marrying the love of their life hits them once they see you walk down the aisle, so they can't suppress their wave of emotions.
Kiss their lover for a little too long following âyou may kiss the bride/groom/partnerâ
The kiss would turn into a borderline makeout session after being pronounced husband and wife/groom/partner. Maybe itâs because they got lost in the kiss, but it would make the wedding guests feel pretty awkward.
Kid, Doflamingo, Sanji, Shanks, Bartolomeo, Buggy
Threaten to kill anybody who may have wedding objections
âIf any one of you have an issue with me getting married to my girl/boy, I will fucking kill you.â
Kid
Eat the wedding cake before the reception
âIt was sitting there and I was hungry!â
Luffy
Drink all the champagne before the reception
âOh⊠that was for the reception?â
Shanks, Zoro
Give the most heartfelt vows
Their vows are so genuine and heartfelt that even Akainu can shed a tear from their words. They speak their vows from the heart.
Sanji, Rosinante, Franky, Ace, Koby
Save their intimate feelings for the honeymoon
Theyâd rather keep their vows a bit more private. Of course, they will speak traditional vows but they will really show you how much you mean to them during the honeymoon. ;)
Ask what comes after being pronounced husband and wife/husband/partner
âSo we are finally married⊠now what?â
Zoro, Luffy, Usopp, Shachi, Penguin, Bartolomeo
Want their honeymoon after the wedding is over
They are a bit impatient after their wedding; they want their honeymoon and they want it now. You both are already married, so why wait until the reception?
Doflamingo, Kid (but Killer made him stay the whole reception), Thatch, Shachi, Penguin
Plan their honeymoon in advance
They even want their honeymoon to be perfect. After all, they want the most special person in the world to feel loved. They may be a bit impatient to wait until the reception, but just know that after the reception is your honeymoon.
E.A. Deverell - FREE worksheets (characters, world building, narrator, etc.) and paid courses;
Hiveword - Helps to research any topic to write about (has other resources, too);
BetaBooks - Share your draft with your beta reader (can be more than one), and see where they stopped reading, their comments, etc.;
Charlotte Dillon - Research links;
Writing realistic injuries - The title is pretty self-explanatory: while writing about an injury, take a look at this useful website;
One Stop for Writers - You guys... this website has literally everything we need: a) Description thesaurus collection, b) Character builder, c) Story maps, d) Scene maps & timelines, e) World building surveys, f) Worksheets, f) Tutorials, and much more! Although it has a paid plan ($90/year | $50/6 months | $9/month), you can still get a 2-week FREE trial;
One Stop for Writers Roadmap - It has many tips for you, divided into three different topics: a) How to plan a story, b) How to write a story, c) How to revise a story. The best thing about this? It's FREE!
Story Structure Database - The Story Structure Database is an archive of books and movies, recording all their major plot points;
National Centre for Writing - FREE worksheets and writing courses. Has also paid courses;
Penguin Random House - Has some writing contests and great opportunities;
Crime Reads - Get inspired before writing a crime scene;
The Creative Academy for Writers - "Writers helping writers along every step of the path to publication." It's FREE and has ZOOM writing rooms;
Reedsy - "A trusted place to learn how to successfully publish your book" It has many tips, and tools (generators), contests, prompts lists, etc. FREE;
QueryTracker - Find agents for your books (personally, I've never used this before, but I thought I should feature it here);
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Save the Cat! - The blog of the most known storytelling method. You can find posts, sheets, a software (student discount - 70%), and other things;
Under the Sanguine Moon (Vampire AU!Halloween!Trafalgar Law x Self Insert OC)
A/N: Writing this self-indulgent scenario for Halloween was like going back to my stylistic roots, as I used to do a lot of art and writing based on heavily metaphorical and symbolic themes that concerned gothicism, macabre, mystery, love beyond death, etc. I tried taking the typical mannerisms and dynamics of each character & translate it into an archaic based setting, so I only hope it isnât too OOC. Furthermore, this was extremely fun to do, though it essentially is a snippet from a theoretical Vampire AU!Law series, haha.
Another note Iâd like to make is that the suffix â-yaâ Law tends to use in the OP series is traditionally indicative of a personâs profession in Japanese, i.e. pan-ya (baker), boushi-ya (hatter), shitate-ya (tailor), but the way he uses it is equivalent to an honorific like â-sanâ or â-kun.â That being said, when it comes to individuals he is close to, like Bepo, Shachi, or Penguin, etc. who grew up with him, I have him drop the â-ya,â as you usually wouldnât put that vocative distance between you and close friends/loved ones in typical speech. As always, feel free to interact & have a great Halloween! đâ€ïžđč
-> Accompanying Story (~3.7K words) and Bonus Art Under the Cut if Anyone Is Interested đ
The eve of Hallowâs Eve rarely called to humans, but to those who lived on the other side, it was a cause for preparation and remembrance.
Members of the Heart Estate hustled and bustled about, dusting every nook and cranny, throwing laughter around and playful pouts. To the master of the mansion, this particular Hallowâs Eve was also a cause for revelry, for tonight, he may hold his bride once more.
Law still recalls last winter when the cursed townsmen stormed his home during a Christmas banquet to âlay judgement on the damned in the name of righteousnessââironic, because he never demanded anything from them in all his centuries of living, nor so rudely disturbed anyoneâs peace. Further adding to the bitterness was that during that otherwise peaceful evening, he was to turn his human lover into one of his own; to live a life of undeath by his side. He could never erase the memory of how they ruthlessly dragged her into the garden that snowy night, her defiance when they threw nasty accusations against her, how they drove a silver stake through her benevolent heart, the crimson blood staining the bleak white snow, and how she looked to him in her final breath beckoning him to read her mind, as she choked on her blood and dying thoughts, âIf loving you was a sin; I donât regret committing it many times over...but if there was a way that we can prevent this from happening in other lifetimes, please stop the clock of reincarnation for me, so you donât have to live in loneliness anymore....â And that is what he planned to do.
He was powerless then, because a rival vampire from The Order tipped the hunters on vampiric ore and metals from the Underworld, allowing them to fashion the proper weapons to subdue him after centuries. But now, the town below was nothing but a spectral dream, and his enemies were reduced to the dust they once were. Today, with his powers strengthened to their height by the blood moon, nothing can stop him from finally fulfilling his belovedâs last wish.
âMaster, the church is ready and the ballroom is polished, is there anything else you need us to do?â Bepo asked, snapping Law from his reminiscence.
âHm? If everything is done, you and the rest of the household can take some time to yourselves,â he responded, observing how the wind seemed to blow towards the direction of the garden, as if carrying pieces of her soul back for tonight.
âI canât wait when she comes back,â Bepo chimes with a slight tear, âI missed when she would play with us, like we werenât outsiders.â
âI miss her tooâŠâ Law whispered under his breath turning from the window, wanting this emptiness to cease. At least once in his life, he could reverse the fates that snatched yet another loved one from him, âBepo...if anyone needs me--â
âYouâll be in the garden,â the bear finishes, knowing how his master sits vigil for Michelle every night since her passing.
Giving his valet a nod, his body disintegrated into a dark mist, before reappearing at her sepulcher created from the briars of roses she loved so much--their thorny branches preventing both angels and devils from taking her from him. There she laid encased in glass, unchanged from the day he met her in the forest with her dark hair framing her pale face like spilled ink around an untainted canvas; clad in dark maroon, like the frozen blood in her veins.
Touching the glass to let it disperse into fog, he reached out a hand to caress her pallid cheek, before embracing her body, as he did most nights, so she didnât feel cold as she slept. Despite the frosty lifelessness in his touch, she would always confide to him that she knew no warmer comfort.
âYouâve always trusted me too much,â he said half-ruefully, âbut donât worry, I never break my word.â
The autumnal gusts began to howl in orchestra and the clouds that previously hid the blood moon lifted their veil, so it may witness the upcoming marriage ceremony.
Instead of signifying death, the chilly air permeating the garden rather carried a sense of preservation and renewal, as the roses surrounding the two became intensely red, mirroring the crimson glow in Lawâs eyes as he gave Michelle an apologetic kiss on the brow, before revealing his fangs and sinking them into her neck to transfer a part of his lifeblood into her, groaning with anticipation as he saw her veins rising with a red-violet color; pouring all his desire to see her open her eyes again into her body. She gave him sustenance many times before, now it was his turn.
Pulling away, he searched her face in desperation for any sign of movement, holding his breath to make sure he didnât miss the first beat. Just as he bit the area between his index finger and thumb to feed her with his blood to complete the transformation, she released a small moan, opening her eyes with a sharp gasp, clutching his arm that cradled her, due to a foreign burning in her chest.
âLawâ was the first thing she said, before he captured her lips in a passionate frenzy, letting months of stifled tears fall. Nothing else mattered anymore. She was here. She was restored. She was his.
Realizing that this wasnât a cruel purgatorial vision, she too let herself surrender to her emotions. Despite the searing pain and thirst growing within her, she relaxed her vice grip on his arms, now knowing she no longer had to fight to keep his vision before her, and enveloped his frame in a gentle embrace, as if clinging onto him any harder would break them both. He was here. He was real. He was hers...and he brought her back.
He broke away for a moment to briefly kiss her tears and suck some of his blood into his mouth, before capturing her lips again, a quarter of him doing so in relief, and the rest prioritizing feeding her his blood, so she wouldnât go mad from hunger, like other unfortunate non-purebled vampires that were neglected by the careless purebleds who turned them. Feeling the urgency at how he cupped her face, and understanding right away, she willingly parted her lips and sighed, savoring the natural taste of her lover mixed with the iron of his blood. She never felt so satisfactorily quenched in her life before, and she found herself wanting more. Law repeated the feeding 3 more times, making certain that she would suffer little after-effects from the transformation, before sitting up to take a good look at his bride-to-be, wiping some droplets of blood from her lips.
âWelcome back,â he whispered gently, prolonging their embrace for a few minutes more, until the emptiness in his chest was filled by the reassurance of her presence, âI am sorry I took so long, but there were many things that had to be done--â
She brought a finger to his lips, âI know. You couldnât afford any risks. If the situation was reversed, I would have done the same, so there is no need to apologize. Waiting in an undefined span of endlessness will always be endurable...if itâs for you.â
It astounded him how effortlessly she grasped his heart with just a few words without ripping it out of his chest, like he did against many others. But then again, those individuals were often their enemies, and he would gladly hand his beating heart on a silver plate to her if she ever commanded him to.
âAfter all this time without speaking, it looks like you havenât lost your wordsmithing skills,â he sighed with a hint of bashfulness at her sincerity, taking her hand from his lips and planting a kiss in the middle of her wrist, making her blush as he helped her to her feet, âBut I wouldnât have you waiting forever. The road to hell begins in paradise, so the road to paradise begins in hell through that vein. Iâd fight through many hells if it means having you by my side, because your life is worth more than to be spent waiting...and now you have an eternity to spend it at your choosing.â
She averted her gaze downwards with an affectionate smile, touched at the degree of meaning he implied she had to him, âQuoting Dante Aligheriâs The Divine Comedy, I see.â
âReflecting on our situation, itâs fitting,â he justified, causing them to share their first laugh in ages.
âWell, now that I am a deathless being like you, I suppose Iâll spend it acquiring all the knowledge I can...starting with the best methods to perform surgery on a vampire severely injured by weapons fashioned by Underworld ore, or perhaps logging which places are best to meander around when I am in the mood for escapism,â she mused, throwing Law a knowing glance.
He smirked at her cheekiness, attempting to respond in a taciturn tone, âLuckily for you, I know a thing or two about both subjects that captured your interest. But, youâll have to endure an overwhelming amount of my company, because I plan to be very thorough with my teaching, Michelle.â
âSpending time with the man I love, in exchange for knowledge sounds like an irresistible offer, so I look forward to what you can teach me, Law,â she saucily returned, glad that the grim lines and dour expression he possessed when she awakened, had eased.
They continued their banter, as they took a stroll through the vast expanse of his gardens, like many nights before, sharing accounts of what happened on their end during their time of separation, commenting on how the hawthorn tree planted in honor of his sister, Lami, generously bore an abundance of berries this year, and falling into comfortable silence inbetween their conversations. Law was attentive to lapses when her eyes would fluctuate from their usual umber to crimson, and when a bout of dizziness or labored breathing overtook her, as side effects resulting from being turned. In those moments, he wordlessly guided her body to lean against his for support, thankful that the household was taking quite a while to set up their ceremony, so that his bride had time to adjust herself to her new state of existence.
Noticing the bells and a distant organ melody as her newfound hearing abilities started setting in, she inquired, âIs someone in the household being wedded, tonight?â
âYou could say that,â Law responded, maintaining his stoic demeanor, but the miniscule curl at the corner of his lips didnât escape Michelleâs notice. So, everything is ready.
âI seeâŠâ she mused with some dubiousness, picking up the clopping of carriages pulling up to the mansion.
âWhat? Do you not trust me?â he asked with a twitch of his lips.
âI trust you completely, my love,â she responded with her own smirk, âbut I feel that you know more than you let on.â
He just had to fall for the sharp one, but that was what intrigued him about her in the first place, âHnn, if youâre so curious, letâs go see what all the commotion is about,â he grinned, offering her his arm, before sweeping her up into a bridal carry when she took it, drawing an exclamation of surprise from her, and justifying his actions by stating how she was âunlike herselfâ tonight.
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The heavy ornate door to the church opened at their approach, welcoming them into a quiet foyer, with no visible activity on the other side of the glass door to the main chamber. The only tangible evidence of other presences in the church were the whispers in the walls, but this was a vampireâs castle after all, so fantasticism was to be expected. Law just hoped that no distinctly recognizable voice roused above the crowd from the main church to raise Michelleâs suspicions. He wanted her to be swept away by surprise.
âThereâs no one here, my love. It was probably Jean-Bart practicing his new piece, like he usually does,â Law said nonchalantly, putting her down, âwe can visit him in the organ box, if you wish; after all...everyone missed you,â he added with sincerity.
âI suppose we couldâŠâ she trailed off, allowing him to lead her upstairs, but not without noticing how the brass candelabras lining the walls seemed to have been lighted not so long ago. However, she decided to remain quiet for now, and opted to lean into his touch, a part of her still reveling in having him so near, after all this time.
They walked down the halls in silence. Although, Michelle tried to steal glances out the arched pillars that provided a view of the main church, it was empty like Law said, which was perplexing, because she could sense that there were a collection of other presences down there, including one that felt like Bepo, Shachi, Penguin, Ikkaku, and a couple of acquaintances they made on their adventures. Maybe thereâs some magic afoot, or maybe Iâm still not fully awake yetâŠ
Observing her eyebrows furrowing, Law had to bite back a grin so as to not ruin his surprise, so the most he could do was to let out a soft cough to call her attention with a gesture for her to enter the organ chamber firstâand to relieve him of the latent excitement building within him.
âLaw, Iâve been meaning to askâŠâ she began, but found herself pausing, as he appeared to have spirited into thin air. She looked out into the passageway to see if he was hanging his cloak or opening the windows to allow the blood moon in, but to no avail. Jean-Bart was also nowhere to be found when she approached the central pipe organ chamber. She was alone with the grand majesty of the instrumentâs ivory carvings and gold embellishments towering over her; ready to shower her in finery similar to itself, once its master bade it to.
In the main church chamber below, the invisible spell that hid the wedding guests had worn, revealing the intimate collection of attendees who had familial relations to the soon-to-be wedded couple, ranging from the Heart household, the Strawhat band of misfits, witches, lycans, specters, and all creatures in between in all their splendor.
âOi, when is the wedding starting, Torao?â Luffy asked to the air in restlessness, âWe want to see Michelle too~!â
âHe is most likely taking the proper precautions, after bringing her back from the dead,â Robin mused , âHopefully they did not suck the other dry of blood, and collapsed from being hollowed and shriveled, like those lower class vampires we encountered last year in the mines.â
âENOUGH OF THAT!!!â Usopp exclaimed at Robin; the clattering of his doll joints giving his frightened reaction away, âI thought the blood moon was helpful to vampires, so that should not happen even if they found themselves in a feeding frenzy!â
âSpeaking of feeding, Iâm hungry!â Luffy pouted, with the growl of his stomach accentuating his growing restlessness. Chopper took this cue to hide behind Zoro.
âHeâs taking an awful long time for someone who wanted to ânot lose a momentâs waste.ââ the green-haired demon smirked to himself, whetting the wait with a flask of sake he brought and patting the head of the reindeer behind him, âMaybe they got lost?â
âNot one one else gets lost in their home except for you, Marimo!â Sanji retorted, earning him a âtchâ followed by agitated âEro-Kappaâ growls, with Nami in the row behind them, ready to punch both men if their tiff escalated to a fight that would ruin the decorations.
âToraooooooo! Micheeeellllle!â Luffy called to the air again.
âSheâll be here soon, Mugiwara-ya. I had to wait until the transformation set in, or else she wouldnât be able to walk down the aisle,â Lawâs disembodied voice resounded over their pew, before materializing at the altar in a flurry of ravens, silencing the clamour in the main church.
âOh, youâre finally here!â Luffy beamed from the crowd after a beat passed, causing the masses to laugh in good humor, until a snap of Lawâs fingers prompted a dramatic blare from the organ, silencing them once again, and causing Michelle to jolt from the upstairs at the suddenness. He raised a hand in front of him, moving his lithe fingers in motions, playing an all-too-familiar tune, as an exhilaratingly beautiful melody began to permeate throughout the building, rousing long forgotten spirits. It was his motherâs lullaby, interlaced with a few liberties he added to the score to express the stifled emotions he buried over the centuries, before seamlessly transitioning into his own composition for his bride. As the guests watched in awe as he played accompanied by Brookâs violin, he could only think of her with a gentle smile, imagining her face lighting up in wonder and elation at the events unraveling upon this night.
And indeed, her heart was swelling from rapture and enchantment.
Every measure he played wrapped itself around her, like a comforting embrace, before manifesting themselves into gold dust lined with the organâs ornate motifs that acted as threads to transform her burial gown into a wedding dress. With every addition of white silk, lace, and chiffon; she began to understand the reason for her loverâs enigmatic behavior and found herself tearing a bit at the sentiment of his devotion, in that he wanted to wed her immediately after resurrecting her. However, each note of the organ kissed the tears away into diamonds that embedded themselves in the lace of her wedding gown and with every tearful laugh, deep red roses and ebony vines climbed their way up her skirt and bodice, as to remind the her that she will soon take her place as the Mistress of Heart Mansion. A particularly dramatic note sent her dark locks up into a crown braid and materialized an exquisite bouquet, before her pet raven and its mate flittered down to finish the ensemble with a veil that seemed to have been weaved with midnight dew.
âThank you,â she tenderly told the corvids, briefly petting their feathers. It was astounding how he still could make her fall impossibly more in love with him than she already had. Though, she never minded the initial fall.
She began making her way downstairs, with the ravens holding her veil for her, and when passing by the arched windows showing the main church, she was rendered breathless by the beauty of the decorations and the blood moon peeking through the rosette window. A couple of guests caught sight of the bride, and some enthusiastically waved to her, while trying to contain their tears at seeing their friend well and undead. It took quite a bit of willpower for certain witches and demonesses to not to use their magic to fly up to her then and there, but with some coaxing from their beaus who accompanied them to the wedding, they were able to maintain composure. After all, this wedding had been delayed long enough.
Reaching the bottom floor and standing face-to-face with the glass doors dividing her isolated self and the future before her, she found herself reflecting on that fateful day where she chanced upon him in the forest ruins she frequented whenever she needed solitude, with him reading her journal of poetry and musings she left behind from her last visit. They were both reserved and hesitant to trust then, but even silence could bridge a connection between two creatures on different planes of existence, if their souls were fashioned from the same dust. And now, as solitude had raised her after the tragedy of losing her family, solitude would walk her down the aisle to her husband.
I am ready, Law.
At that thought, the glass melted into droplets of water before dispersing into mist, and she presented herself with a small curtsy to the guests as a gesture of thanks, before raising her head to meet Lawâs gaze with an expression of firm resolve and affection. It took every ounce of her self-control to not run down the aisle and to throw herself into his arms.
Upon catching sight of Michelle donned in her wedding splendor, Law found his breath catching in his throat and found his hands slightly faltering from manipulating the organ, so Jean-Bart and Brook took this opportunity to take to the piano from the side of the altar, in case the groom found himself any further stunned--and indeed, he stopped all his ministrations to hold out a hand to her wearing a proud smirk, as she approached. After all, he silently promised himself that heâd make sure to be at the end of any path she took, as she did for him, and he would continue to uphold that promise, no matter where they were.
They were married on the eve of Hallowâs Eve in an intimate ceremony bathed in the light of the blood moon.
Once the ritual of drinking one anotherâs blood from Lawâs ancestral chalices was committed, the entire church was thrown into revelry, as some guests rushed at the newly wedded couple to shower them with congratulations. A majority of the Heart Mansion household were sobbing profusely in joy for their master and his bride, and Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin could not help but stain his cape with their tears at Lawâs expenseânot that he mindedâas a part of him always found amusement and content seeing his family of friends overwhelmed with happiness, even though he often appeared outwardly irked. He only panicked when he noticed Michelle wasnât by his side any longer, only to see that she was currently occupied by a group bear-hug from the Strawhat band of misfits and some other supernatural friends she made when they visited the Southern Hollows.
A monsterâs ball proceeded the wedding ceremony, with wraiths, demons, and witches flying about in devil-may-care content, along with creatures feasting, dancing, chattering, and challenging one another to games, well into this night that appeared to have no end. Tomorrow was Hallowâs Eve after all, so this was only the beginning of their Netherworldly celebration. With all the excitement and clamour, only a few noticed that the newly wedded couple seemed to have spirited away.
But to anyone who asked, Bepo only replied with a flowery air, âThe Master and Mistress are probably by the hawthorn tree picking berries. After all, it is a blood moon tonight and they must be hungry.â
->This was probably my most ambitious project yetđ . Also, I'll be moving most self-insert art and writing to my side-blog @scalpelandrose after this, to keep separate from my main art account! đč
another headcanon @thatbadbruja, @simpforroses, @starrybrujita and i wrote together â€
Would put lots of effort on their Halloween costume, probably planned it for months: Perona, Corazon, Doflamingo, X Drake, Hawkins, Law, Sanji, Usopp, Izou, Cavendish, Buggy, Ivankov, Franky, Chopper, Bon Clay, Boa Hancock, Penguin, Shachi, Vivi.
Wouldnât wear a costume. Maybe a shirt saying âthatâs my Halloween costumeâ and thatâs it: Kid, Mihawk, Jinbe, Crocodile, Zoro, Bellamy, Lucci.
Would grab just a mask or devil horns they might have at home: Nami, Robin, Killer, Katakuri, Wire, Heat, Sabo, Marco, Whitebeard.
Would wear white sheets and say âbooâ: Ace, Thatch, Shanks, Luffy, Roger.
Doesnât need to wear a costume because theyâre already scary: Gecko Moriah, Caesar Clown, Vander Decken.
Hey there i saw you have your inbox open so can i ask for a nsfw headcanon of mihawk and kid with a s/o who loves seeing them tearing up? I see them as very strong and dominant men so it should be pretty funny having them reacting to a dom who has them in tears.
(Only if comfortable, please)
hello, sorry for the delay!!
I confess that it took me a long time because of the fear of the reaction and because I was burning my neurons thinking about what it would be like
I think I wrote more than you asked (i ended up doing basically a tutorial on how to dominate strong and dominant men lol) so I really hope you like it :(
a/n: this is just a headcanon
Headcanon: Mihawk and Kid with their dom!s/o
Mihawk
At first glance, I don't really imagine Mihawk putting the power of control in one person's hands, I think because he's so sure of himself and master of his own emotions. But maybe if he meets someone interesting and who has the same kind of taste, he could enjoy certain kinds of sex games.
Although he is all full of composure, he doesn't seem to fear the danger and sometimes he even makes fun of it (just remember the bold proposal Zoro made to him and he accepted it...), thinking this way, maybe if the s/o challenged him to a little game, he would accept it just to see how far it would go. Perhaps, it would be to add to the boredom and give a little movement to his quiet lifeâŠ
I really think it's possible for s/o have him in tears, but that wouldn't be an easy task at all. No, it would be too hard to be honest!!
He likes a challenge, but a challenge that is really worth his time. He wouldn't trade reading his newspaper while tasting his precious wine for a tedious challenge that doesn't put his self-control to the test, you use methods that inhibit his movements (Exemples: blindfolds, handcuffs and stuff). He's a swordsman, he needs the heightened senses always, so the challenge would be for him to trust you with that.
So for you to make him tear up you need to be very sure of yourself â remembering that he is a man who got the title of best swordsman in the world in his adventures in search of challenges â and be so confident in yourself as to show him that you are his match, otherwise you are the one who will cry and beg on your knees for him.
How would he react? Increasing his respect for you to a stratospheric level if you are able to have him tearing up.
Plus: he would repay the favor by having you in tears tooâŠ
In conclusion: he is a switch
Kid
Brat. Kid is a brat. The Brat.
And being the big, bad boy posing brat that he is, it's not such an easy task to leave him tearing up, but it's not impossible either.
So youâll need to be imposing and use your charm and make it clear who's boss.
I think the method used with Mihawk would be the same here, although in this case it's easier. Like, a costume that sharpens all of his sexual senses and a blindfold would be very useful in this case, and then put it all together with teasing. A lot of teasing.
I think tying his hands when giving a blowjob would also help a lot. Leave him immobilized and unable to come.
And when he's tearing up, you can please him and all.
How would he react? Spending a whole week cursing you, cursing your dog, your family and so on... but he'll be on his knees for you again after he stops cursing.
hello, after some (long) time I came back. the requests are being written, and I want to apologize for the delay :(
but while they're not ready, stay with this fanfic kind of inspired by the song "Ex-Girlfriend" by No Doubt with one of our precious captains of the worst generation
warnings: smut, only for +18
i edited this and took a part out to avoid some influence.
word count: 720
When Kid withdrew his wet fingers from inside you, you couldn't contain a moan of frustration. Part because the pleasure was cut short and part because you knew it was on purpose, because heâd never let you come when you wanted. Everything was in his time, it has always been like this. Even since before you two kissed. However, you couldn't contain the displeasure that crept into your expression as you frowned at him, complaining about the way he simply dictated when and how you could get something from him.
âDon't look at me with that angry face, baby. You know who's in control," he tells you with a lascivious, sadistic smile on his lips, as he drums his fingers wet from your arousal along your thighs, leaving a wet trail and dragging it along until it provokes your sensitive spot, but it doesn't there for a long time, as soon the fingers are moving up your lower belly and towards your breasts. And again it leaves you with an empty feeling when he only insinuates playing with your nipples, without touching them directly.
And another frustrated moan escapes your lips.
âKid, pleaseâŠâ, you arch your back in the failed attempt to make contact with his skin, but feel his other arm holding you in place, not letting you act.
"PleaseâŠ? If you don't tell me I won't know what you want,â his tone is innocent, sympathetic, but you know there's no intention behind the words to give you what you want.
âLet me comeâŠâ, you almost whimper, but try to swallow all your subservience so as not to be more humiliating than it is.
âWhy would I let you? You're the one who came here. I opened the door for you to come in, but you were aware it would be my way.â Now his fingers were practically around your neck. The anticipation of having that strong hand around your throat, with the power to make you beg for air, elevates you to an almost unimaginable level of lust. You feel your legs tremble and your hands close tightly into the fabric of the sheets on his bed.
You don't answer, but in an act of courage you drop the sheets and take your dominant hand between your legs, to the same place where his fingers were before, and with your own fingers you begin to touch yourself. You knew it was risky, Kid liked control and liked even more to make you beg and leave you on the verge of tears, and doing that would be quite an affront to his dominance, but you no longer cared. Only the look he gave you was fuel for your fingers to slip through the soaked interior of your cunt.
âWho gave you permission?â you gasp for air as he finally tightens his grip on your neck, looking at you deeply with those eyes burning with anger.
But that wasn't enough to intimidate you, you started the in and out movements of your pussy. The mixture of breathlessness and the pleasure you were giving yourself was too much for you to handle, so you made the most of it before your ex-boyfriend let go of your neck to hold your wrist and make you stop what you were doing.
You coughed a little and when you calmed down, you smiled victoriously at him. You knew that had pissed him off, and that was a far better reward than what he'd offered you after you'd humiliated yourself more for him.
Now you had him just the way you've wanted him since before you rang his house bell: completely out of control.
And now you were at the top of his list of ex-girlfriends who marked him. You might not be dating him anymore, but you knew you were the one that made the most impression. And confirmation of this came the instant he walked away from you, pulled off his belt with some force, never taking his eyes of yours.
And finally, you could only moan with pleasure when you felt him position deliciously between your legs and bury himself inside you without much care or warning.
More than leaving him out of control you liked it even more when he fucked you mercilessly.
One Piece men going to a BTS concert with their female loved ones
Since Iâm an ARMY and Iâm furiously bored so I thought of some silly scenes where some of our men from One Piece would date or were married to f!ARMY (yes, a crossover of BTS and OP). Well, I didnât look for anything like that here, so if thereâs anything like that idea, itâs merely a coincidence.
Addendum: I only used these characters because they are the only ones I could imagine what it would be like. I dedicated myself more to the Mihawk part because he is the love of my life and the main character on this blog.
Characters: Zoro, Sanji, Marco, Ace, Kid, Law, Mihawk and Shanks
(a/n) dear diary today i taught a virgen how to suck a dick
The second day after what happened in your room, on top of your dressing table, it was as it usually happened in the previous mornings. In your heart of a woman in love â even though you fought hard against that title â there was still a faint flame of hope in receiving something more from your landlord, even if it were a simple âMorning, Idol Girlâ, but nothing. He was acting the same, reading his newspaper as he was having his glass of wine. Absolutely not a single word was told by his lips, he didnât even look at you. And a small nagging pain started in your chest and was spreading through your body reaching to the tips of your fingers, ricocheting until it reached your nose and eyes where you already felt the tears begin to sting.
After he left your room and left you there with your messed up thoughts, he had an appointment hours later and left without making a statement and you awaited his return. You waited until you got tired and went to sleep through the night, which was when he came home. But you only saw him again in the morning.
When the sepulchral silence was broken by the Peronaâs arrival, you took a long sip of your coffee, almost burning your tongue in the act.
âGood morning! Why are you guys so melancholic?â, she asked as she sat in the chair right in front of yours.
You just nodded in response and looked at Mihawkâs reaction out of the corner of your eyes, but he remained in the same position, without answering the girl.
Perona didnât care, she was used to the host's morning silence. But not yours.
âWere you crying? What happened? Donât tell me this tough man hurt you? Did you hurt her?â she asked, looking at him, but he didnât give back the look.
âNoâ, he replied simply, for the first time in the day, you heard his voice.
âWhatâs going on? You guys are acting weird latelyâŠâ.
But for your relief, Perona gave up and went to do her own breakfast.
Mihawk got up, folded the newspaper and stuffed it into the magazine rack and went to wash the glass of wine he had used, dried it and put it away. After that, he left, certainly going after Zoro to start training. Still not looking in your direction.
Perona even tried to find out more about the situation, as you were too quiet and didn't even use a pickup line at Mihawk â which was very rare, as you lived to pester your landlord â but you dodged her question only answering that you had burned your tongue and were having trouble thinking of the words you would use to flirt with him. She clearly didnât believe in a single word, but let it go. Even if she got on your nerves sometimes, you saw her as a friend. When she wasnât focused on her own problems, she was a good listener.
When twilight came and the sound of sword blades ceased, you felt your heart flutter in anticipation. It was the time when Mihawk and Zoro would enter the house, after a full day of training.
Despite Roronoa being a diligent pupil and unaware of the word limit, Mihawk always limited his thirst for learning. So they had time to start and finish training. Zoro at first complained about these rules, but his sensei assured him that he would learn better if he had hours of rest, even though he knew that Roronoa would still spend part of the night training more. You admired your landlord for that, he was a good teacher and knew how to teach with discipline, respecting all the human rights of his student (except when he threatened to leave Zoro without alcohol, because that meant a direct attack on the poor bastard's feelings).
You were in the kitchen when your train of thought was abruptly cut off when Zoro and Perona passed by you, discussing something trivial, as was their custom. But you didnât see the moment when Mihawk entered the castle. Would he have stayed outside longer? Anyway, your thoughts were already starting to tangle again and your legs were shaky just like the thought that he might go to your room later again, but you remembered the way he ignored you at breakfast, and all your hopes were gone. You were creating too many expectations for a promise made in the heat of the moment. The swordsman was a good teacher, but was he a good keeper of promises? He was ruled in his way of disciplining, but sexually â or sentimental, did he also have rules or did he simply live in the moment without thinking too much about what might happen in the future? You were unsure if you wanted to know the answer.
âWhy are you so deep in thought, Lil Singer?â, his voice reverberated in your ears, sending shivers straight down your spine. You gulped as you tried hard to calm down your heart, which was already starting to race like crazy.
You refused to look at him, you knew that if you turned you would see those eyes gleaming like molten gold, hot as an ember.
"I'm just trying to come up with a good recipe for dinner," and again you used the lie as a ruse to escape the situation, even though you were aware that Dracule Mihawk saw everything in between the lines and nothing went unnoticed by that predatory gaze.
"And here you are lying again, what a bad girl. I've never seen you cooking, will we have you as a cook today? I would love to, sinceâŠ", he leaned forward, making you feel the heat of his body take you hers, dispelling all the icy chills that his presence caused her, brushed the hair from her neck and pressed her lip to her ear as she finished the sentence: "... I'm really hungry."
By now it was impossible to think straight or hold back the urge to turn around and surrender to him. Everything about this man contributed to draining your sanity and you doubted that you would be able to get rid of the feelings, as they were already very well rooted in the core of your existence.
"You've never seen me cook because there's always someone to cook for meâŠ", you used the last of your voice and strength to give him the petulant answer.
And you felt him almost laugh, but he quickly caught himself and placed his hand beside your waist on the cabinet counter. That same hand that he used to cut your panties with the Kogatana, that he used to squeeze your waist, that he used to squeeze your breasts and⊠that he used to fuck you hard and make you roll your eyes and moan loudly his name.
"Here's the petulant girl. I didn't think I'd see her again, as she's been downcast all day. What were you afraid of, uh? That I'll just use you and pretend nothing happened?" he asked, a little rhetorically, but you couldn't help but nod at him. "I beg your pardon for that, I just wanted to see how your reaction would be to seeing someone capable of not getting on their knees for you."
Ouch!
Damn asshole. He knew where to hit you. But you didn't have time to give him an answer, as he soon spoke again.
"But it would be impossible to forget, I can still hear you begging for me and I'm still able to taste you like an addictive drug," he kept saying right next to your ear, allowing you to feel his warm breath as the temperature warmed. The environment just went up, leaving you in a state of near combustion. You felt the palm of your hand sweat and the icy wind hitting your wet skin gave you more goosebumps, and in contrast to your landlord's boiling body, the cold and heat only served as ammunition for your thoughts to travel along winding paths, leaving you no way to escape.
You didn't say anything, and you didn't need to, because you soon saw his hand, which was resting on the counter, move towards your waist and go up until it was holding your chin. He glued his body to yours, fitting you deliciously as he made you turn your head to face him and before you could dive into that sea of ââlava that was his eyes, he kissed you.
The kiss was slow, but the way he tightened his grip on your cheeks you felt like he was holding back. And little by little, everything started to get more urgent. His free arm that rested beside his own body now encircled your waist, bringing you even closer. You were able to feel his erection begin to awaken above your lower back, which made you even more compelled to deepen the kiss and let small gasps against his mouth, not bothering to get caught in that scene.
But before everything got dirty and vulgar, he broke the kiss and pulled away from you abruptly, leaving you exposed to the frigid air that permeated the room. You wanted to complain and beg him to kiss you again, but he didn't seem willing to. However, before he left the kitchen and left you alone behind, he stopped walking and said, without turning to you:
"Leave your bedroom door open tonight."
And then he disappeared from there, probably going to take a long shower, as he used to do after training.
When the castle was completely silent and everyone had retired to their proper rooms after dinner, you walked around waiting for the moment when your landlord entered your room and took you back in his arms. But the hours passed, the ticking of the clock seemed more and more audible, making you completely irritated. Was he kidding you? You didn't want to think like that, but it was hard to keep your thoughts positive after spending the entire day being ignored by him and just having that kiss in the kitchen like a crumb.
At the moment, you had already given up on waiting, and were going in search of the oldest and most shabby pajamas to wear over the almost transparent nightgown you wore to wait for him. In addition, you also considered the idea of ââdoing a clown makeup to match your mood and seizing the opportunity to write the songs for your next album.
You might have been fooled by him, but at least you would have profited from your own misfortune.
But when you found the last piece of pajamas, and were taking off your nightgown, you heard your bedroom door open and Mihawk enter quietly. You looked at him in a stunned way as he just closed the door and leaned against it, crossing his arms, looking intently at you.
âWhat a great reception, I arrived at the time to see this magnificent showâ, he gave a sly smile, and you were only able to capture it by the light of the candles that lit the room better now. âYou can continue what you were doing, I want to see you undress completelyâ, he continued, moistening his lips with the tongue.
You didn't know what you were feeling. Whether it was anger, joy that he came, shame that he caught you in such an embarrassing situation, or simply wanting to scratch his face all over for his brazenness.
âJust now you decided to show up? Do you know how many hours I waited?â, you were too irritated to care about your half naked body. You turned to him and glared at him, while he couldn't hold your gaze as he was too busy languidly scanning you from head to toe.
âSorry, I had a setback so I couldn't come sooner.â, he took his eyes off your body and turned to lock the door. After that, he approached you, pulled you closer around the waist with his strong arms. âBut here I am, Lil Singer. Donât give me that angry look, I can take it as a challenge. And I never lose.â, he said the last sentence right next to your ear, as his hand moved down until it reached your ass, where he left a hard aching slap, making you shrink in his arms and moan loudly.
âLiar⊠you did it on purposeâ, you only managed to say that, as it was starting to get hard to think straight with him sticking so close to you and smoothing the scorched area he had just slapped.
"Perhaps. You need to know that I'm not a teenager at puberty, and I like to do everything in my own time. And that way you learn to be patient tooâ, he said naturally, sliding his hand inside your panties and running his fingertips over your cunt, which was already starting to get wet. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him teasing you with his fingers threatening to drive them into you, but soon he pulled them away leaving only the sensation behind. And he did it twice more, until he finally penetrated and you clung to him. His fingers felt good inside you, and you tighten to feel him better. He only moved his fingers after a few seconds, making you moan, awarded him. But he soon took his fingers off you, and brought them up to your eye level to see how much they were glowing with your slick. You tried to keep your legs steady, but it was hard even with him holding you firmly in place.
âLook how you are⊠it even got my fingers dirty,â he said in mock disapproval. âNow you're going to have to clean upâ, he finished speaking and pressed his wet fingers to your mouth, making you open it to welcome them. You did what he wanted, still afraid to taste yourself, but the way he looked at you compelled you to be bold.
First you ran your tongue between his fingers, licking it all over and then closed your lips on his fingers, sucking hard, never leaving his eyes. You sucked and licked his fingers like a lollipop, making his eyes darken and his brows close. You didn't know if he was angry or just too horny for what you had done.
âI wonder who you learned how to do this from,â there was an undertone of jealousy in his calm voice, but you didn't care and you didn't respond. He didn't need to know about the movies you watched or the conversations between your friends you heard about how they sucked the dicks of the guys they went out with. And then he stuck his fingers in your mouth again, this time taking a rougher gesture. You parted your lips as far as you could to keep from choking, but it was almost in vain. Feeling his fingers almost at the back of your throat, you squeezed hard on his arm, digging your nails into his skin for air. However, even if it was uncomfortable, you didn't want him to have pity. So you just closed your eyes and relaxed your throat as he started the in and out movements of the fingers in your mouth.
When he got tired, he removed the digits from your lips and used the same hand to cup your face and pull you up to give you an obscene kiss, and you felt a trail of saliva on your skin where he had brushed it with his fingers.
You kissed him back, even though you couldn't quite keep up with his rhythm. So he soothed for you to find yourself. When you parted, you felt discomfort from the lack of air.
When you had normalized your heart rate and your breathing, he caught your chin and lifted it slightly to face you.
âSince you look good at what you were doing, I want that delicious little mouth of yours hereâŠâ and then pointed to the volume in his pants, making you gulp in anticipation.
You were really scared this time. You didn't have any experience, you were just daring because you thought he would give you time to get to this part. Apparently, those were his plans from the start, as you saw him undo his belt with all the calm in the world.
As he undressed, you were torn between admiring his magnificent body and finding a way to escape the embarrassment you were about to experience.
âCould you tell me the reason for that expression, Lil Singer? I thought you knew how to do this. Are you by any chance afraid?â, there was a clear provocation in his voice, which made you even more scared and embarrassed.
âI've never done thatâŠâ, you admitted, trying not to break your words, but couldn't contain your shaky tone.
âI know,â he smirked, âyou're a virgin from head to toe. But don't worry, I'll be patient with youâ, he assured you, stroking your flushed face.
He was completely naked this time, and you tried to look everywhere in your room to not look in his direction. And getting him speaking so kindly to you didn't help at all. You were even surprised to feel more ashamed to be in front of a naked man than to be naked in front of a man. But it wasn't just any man, it was Dracule Mihawk. His name alone made your stomach fill with butterflies, so having him standing there completely naked in front of you was something you never imagined happening.
You were still nervous when he approached you again and hugged you, with your ear pressed to his chest, you could hear his heartbeat a little faster. Did you make him nervous too? Your heart lit up with joy at the thought of this possibility. Without letting go of his arms, you were the one who sought his mouth for another kiss this time, and he accepted. Unlike before, now the kiss was calm, as if he was conveying confidence to you at the same time he was encouraging you. And you decided to act.
Slide your dominant hand down his chest, feeling every strong muscle and working your way down to his groin, where you drew small circles gently against his skin, but you dared not go further to the side. But you didn't have time to take your hand out of there, as soon you felt a very bigger hand resting on yours and taking it to his hard cock. You blushed slightly when you realized you were holding his member, but you were surprised by the texture of that member, which made you squish, eliciting a sigh from him.
âYesâŠâ he whispered against your lips, and you did it again. He still held your hand and started to lead the movements, starting a masturbation. You rubbed the entire length of his cock in the palm of your hand and reached the wet tip of pre-cum, spreading it all over like a natural lubrication. Since you saw that he liked you to squeeze, you could already imagine him rolling his eyes when you used your mouth to suck him hard. But for now, he was content to guide you, always letting out a few murmurs of praise whenever you did something he liked. And you wanted to please him even more to hear him compliment you.
Then you felt a weight leaving your hand and realized that he had entrusted you with the job, since you were the one getting the hang of it. You continued, but this time you increased the pace, making your hand slide over his cock hard and fast, making him grunt a few against your mouth. When you already felt him more out of control, he grabbed your wrist and made you let go of his dick, making you wonder what you had done wrong.
âCome here,â he said hoarsely. And you followed him.
He sat on your bed and brought you into his lap. You stood on one of his legs, with your right arm holding his shoulder. He looked at you intently as his hand slid down your thigh. You realized it was an area he liked a lot, so involuntarily you spread your legs wider to give him more access, rubbing the bare skin of your leg against his erection, which caused him to squeeze your thigh quite tightly, right next to your crotch.
Before he started teasing you again, you got off his lap and stood in front of him. He looked at you with an arched brow, but you answered his mute question by getting on your knees between his legs. You looked at him and saw his eyes begin to darken.
Armed with courage, you took his cock in both hands and slid them all the way from his groin to the tip, which made his jaw tense. While you still had that courage, you made the most of it to not take your eyes off him during masturbation. You just looked away when you bent down to lick the tip of his cock and feel the taste of him wash over your entire mouth. It was weird, but not bad, so you took him in your mouth and took a weak suck, but enough for him to growl low.
At first you didn't really know how to do it, but you tried to put into practice everything you heard from your friends, however, it was completely different from what you imagined. But you continued anyway, trying to slide your lips all the way down while trying to relax your throat so you don't choke. But it was impossible, his size was not according to your intention. So you couldn't hold back a cough and immediately get it out of your mouth.
He asked you to be calm, but you were fighting for air. Then you saw him get up and stand before you, looking a thousand times more intimidating, however, in contrast to his appearance, he gently lifted your chin and caressed your cheek as he told you you were doing fine. And that kind of calmed you down.
Then he himself held his own penis, stroking lightly in front of your eyes, and brought it to your mouth as soon as you were fully recovered. You took him in again and he stayed still, so you sucked hard on the tip, making him grip your hair with some force.
âIf you keep doing this, I won't be able to hold back,â he warned. You didn't want him to hold back, although you knew he would be kind to you, at least for the time being.
As he went deeper and deeper into your mouth, you were already getting used to his length and breadth. But it took a few minutes for him to start moving, for a while all he did was stroke your hair and tug it lightly when you sucked on it with a little more will.
However, once your throat was prepared, he buried himself completely, which made you choke and your eyes filled with tears. You saw that it wasn't on purpose as he quickly withdrew from your mouth and apologized while waiting for you to recover.
âDo it againâŠâ, you asked as soon as you got some voice.
He arched an eyebrow and smirked.
"I was worried about you while you were enjoying choking on my dick. What a dirty little girl you are, huh?", he cupped your face and squeezed a little, then ran his fingers over your right cheek as he said how badly he wanted to slap you there, but that wasn't the time yet. You shuddered at the possibility, but wondered when the time was right for it. Was it when he was fucking you so hard he would need to smack you in the face to not end up hurting you? You didn't know, but you put it on your priority list.
You tried to hold his cock again to suck, but he stopped you.
âI'm going to come, just tell me where I can do itâ, he said in an authoritative tone as he masturbated in front of you. You saw the movements of his hands and kept it in the back of your memory to play back later.
âWhere do you want?â, you answered him with another question.
He looked at you seriously, his eyes twinkling with malice.
âOn those beautiful thighs, next to that delicious little pussy of yoursâ, his honesty made you blush up to the tips of your ears, but you didn't play around and went straight to lie down on your bed, waiting for him. Involuntarily, you spread your legs a little, but because you were still in your panties, you weren't fully exposed. Although your underwear precariously covered your nudity.
And he came close, still jacking off as you watched that scene in amazement, and saw the moment when his body shuddered â even his toes tensed â and he came close to where he had told you and released the jets of cum on your thigh, splashing white on the fabric of your panties. You felt the hot liquid trickle down between your legs and you were a little uncomfortable. You would need to take another shower.
You watched Mihawk getting dressed and making a move to leave your room without saying goodbye again.
âAren't you even going to say good night?â you asked angrily.
He stopped midway and returned to where you were. He leaned over and gave you a simple little kiss on the forehead.
âHave sweet dreamsâ, he said and turned to leave, but before that he glanced at his work that was running down your legs. âI'd even give you a shower if you'd made dinner,â and with that, he finally left your room, not even giving you time to ask for a discount on your rent.
"Let me show you some things" / (N.SFW) Mihawk and Fem!Reader
i wrote this overnight. well i have some one shots with mihawk to write (some are ongoing) so i will be posting here soon.
so for now i hope you like it =) and if you like it let me know if you want me to write more of this scenario
WARNINGS: smut, (kind of) dirty talk, vaginal fingerig, oral sex (reader receiving), (kind of) knife play, corruption kink (not sure about this kink tho)
summary: when you think that what you feel for mihawk (passion and an unrestrained desire) is totally one-sided, one night he's waiting for you to come home to teach you a few things and show you that there's nothing one-sided about your relationship.
(the same image of the other blog but it's ok)
tag: @portgaslari đž
It was late when you arrived on Kuraigana Island. You docked the boat and made your way to the castle entrance. As usual, everything was dark and you had to sharpen all five of your senses so you wouldn't bump into a wall or trip over something and cause yourself some injury.
You walked carefully through the corridors towards your room, and when you got there, you noticed that someone was standing by the door, as if waiting for you. With eyes accustomed to the pitch, you recognized the imposing silhouette of your landlord.
"Is this time to get home?" was the first thing you heard uttered by that deep sexy voice of his, leaving you with butterflies in your stomach.
"I had an autograph session and it delayed my return too much because there were twice as many people as we expected," you answered truthfully, not understanding why Mihawk was questioning the time you returned home, since it wasn't something extraordinary to happen.
And, he has never shown any interest in your life or in you. Even if you lived under the same roof, you paid for it. He charged you rent precisely because you had a successful career and were very well paid. You even complained about being charged at the time.
"You don't help on the farm and you rarely wash the dishes.. No one is here to serve you, you lazy little idol," he said at the time, as you lay on the couch waiting for your nail polish to dry.
"You don't charge Zoro and Perona!", you tried to argue, getting a look of contempt from him, which hurt your ego a little.
"They help me and also have nowhere to go, unlike you who only sleep or go out to parties and come back whenever you want. And when you're at home, you're just taking care of your appearance"
"It's still not fair! You know it's my appearance that pays my bills!" You pouted, in a failed attempt to change his mind, even though you knew he was adamant in the word.
"If you're not satisfied with my terms and conditions, you can leave," he said menacingly close to you, cupping your chin with his thumb and forefinger.
That said, he left you gaping behind, and humiliated too. But his touch still burned on your skin, reminding you why you came there of your own free-will.
Back in the present moment, a candle flame flickered at the end of the corridor precariously illuminating the entire length of it and reaching up to where he was, causing his eye color to take on a very surreal amber hue, making you fearful to look at them.
"And was that good, Lil Singer?" he asked in a distinct tone of voice that you didn't remember seeing him use on any occasion.
"It was tiring, I need a shower," you said, kind of trying to shake off his inquisitive gaze. In fact, you wanted to run away from there because just his presence completely baffled you. You were very well aware of the latent physical attraction you had for him, which was even the reason for you to open your wallet and deliver a sum of money into his hands every month so that you could stay there (and in his presence) for a while more, and also the growing passion that insisted on burning in your chest day after day.
And the new nickname he gave you only got worse, he just used to call you "Idol Girl", similar to the "Ghost Girl" he used to refer to Perona. Now he had spiced up what you really did, it wasn't something vague anymore like he didn't give a fuck to it. He really knew that you were a singer and not just someone frivolous who did cute poses in front of a camera as you were used to hearing from people who didn't know your work.
To your surprise, and also your despair, he reached a hand to the back of your head and ruffled your hair.
"Your hair is damp," and again he caught your lie.
You had actually showered before returning home. You went to the autograph session on an island close to where you lived, so it was a quick trip and there was a bathroom there, which made it a lot easier for you as all you wanted was to get home and go straight to sleep.
But Mihawk had other plans for you.
"You can't go three minutes without telling a lie, what a petulant, bad girl"
It was unintentional for you to have closed your eyes when you felt his fingers caress your cheek. The touch was warm, but the trail he left was hot as an ember. "So bad I would like to punish," he continued as he slid the digits to your lips.
Your heart was racing and your knees were starting to weaken. You feared losing your balance and falling, but you knew he wouldn't let it happen, and just the thought of him holding you around the waist made you want to test it. But you decided not to because you didn't want him to stop touching your skin.
"It's not intentional..." you said in a thin voice, still with your eyes closed.
"No? You always have these lips pulled back in a sarcastic smile, and these eyes that are now closed always glow with mischief," he rebutted you, pressing his fingers to your lips more.
You tried to control your breathing, but it became less and less possible with his dangerous approach. You couldn't see anything, but you felt the heat emanating from his body making you aware that he was getting closer and closer to you.
"I'm feeling you cornered... Where's that brave woman who always has a sharp answer on the tip of her tongue every time I say something? Or where did the one who doesn't miss an opportunity to tell me insinuating things go?", and he kept cornering you.
It was true that you flirted with him a lot, but it was because you felt you were not reciprocated. You always spoke loud and clear about how attractive you found him or that he was the only man who could do what he wanted with you, but it was because he never showed any sign that he liked the shit you said or cared about the suggestive things you said near his ear in the late afternoon while he was reading the newspaper and drinking wine.
However, you were surprised that he was reminding you of these things. And that was making you completely embarrassed and nervous, because it wasn't a lie at all what you said. You lied about silly things, but used irony and double meanings to tell the truth about your feelings for him.
You only managed to mutter a few unintelligible words.
"Open these eyes and face me, I want to know where all that courage is," he ordered, and you shivered.
Fearful, you opened your eyelids slightly and felt your blood run cold in your veins at the sight of him so close to you. It looked like everything had cleared, even though the lighting remained the same.
"...Mihawk..." was all you managed to say and you saw the moment his jaw locked and his eyes sparkled brightly.
"That's what I want to hear when I've put you in your place", he said before holding tight to your waist and making it stick to his strong body, you only had time to let out a moan and practically soften in his arms, letting him lead you into your room.
And he took you to your dressing table, where he left you leaning there.
Your room was lit by the light radiating from the chandeliers, so it was possible to see him better, but he was standing with his arms crossed in front of you, looking at you fully, from head to toe, which made you even more shy. His gaze was intimidating by nature, but unlike that usual coldness, they now glowed differently. Dracule Mihawk was in front of you looking at you with an expression of pure desire. He wanted you, it was almost palpable. You didn't know whether to feel ashamed or just play his game.
But you wanted him to lead you, so you just stayed in the same place, but straightened your posture, making your curves accentuate more.
And he approached you slowly until he was glued again.
"You look great in this dress, too bad I'll have to take it off to get access to what interests me," he whispered in your ear as his fingers found the side zipper of the garment you were wearing. You heard the sound of the zipper opening and shivered as the air found the skin that was previously guarded by the fabric. Afterwards, he slid the dress down your body, leaving you naked from the waist up. You shivered all over the hungry way he looked at your body. His eyes in the candlelight were almost orange, like lava.
He ran his tongue over his own lip to moisten it, without taking his eyes off your nudity. He seemed to wonder where to start.
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" he asked you after a moment of silence. "Answer the truth, because if you lie now you might regret it later. I'm not kidding."
You felt a new twist in your stomach and your panties were already heavy with soaking wet.
"YesâŠ" you replied as soon as you cleared your throat.
"I could imagine...", the shadow of a smile seemed to take his lips, but it disappeared quickly.
Even though you were thrown at him, no man had ever touched your body precisely because you didn't like the idea of having someone you didn't like touching you. And since you've liked Mihawk all along, you've actually spent the years wishing only he would touch your body. What went against your fame, because all men judged by the lyrics of your songs and your almost obscene choreography that you went out with anyone.
But Mihawk could read everything that was hidden. Unbeknownst to you, he had already picked up on your lack of experience, no matter how hard you tried to act like a sexually uninhibited woman.
"... Then I can't have you the way I want" he said with some regret in his voice. "But never mind, I'm in no hurry to taste you," he finished as he closed the tiny distance between the two of you, taking your lips in a thirsty kiss.
You tried to follow his rhythm, but it was difficult because there were so many sensations to pay attention to. He explored your mouth with thirst and sucked on your lips like they were the tastiest thing in the world. And during the kiss you were able to feel the effect you had on him by the erection against your belly and it made you even more horny.
The skin of his chest against your breasts was one more thing and made you moan against his mouth, making him squeeze your waist and lift you up to put you on the dresser. With one leg on either side of his waist, you felt his hard cock against the fabric of your panties, and you moaned harder.
When he ended the kiss, you could already feel your face burning and your lips swollen.
Your chest rose and fell unevenly as you tried to regulate your breathing, which made your breasts follow and then he took the opportunity to pay attention to them. Mihawk held them tightly with his hands and squeezed them lightly, then released them and played with the nipples, sending a rush of arousal between your legs and making you even wetter. You tilted your head back and involuntarily spread your legs further apart in clear invitation to him.
And he very willingly accepted. You had your eyes closed when you felt his fingers run over your pussy, over your panties, and you heard a grunt of satisfaction coming from him.
You were reveling in the feeling his fingers gave you until he called you by your name, which made you immediately look at him.
It was the first time he had treated you in such a personal and intimate way.
"Why are you with your eyes closed? I want you to be looking at me when I make you come," he was inquisitive.
And you obeyed.
He even played with your nipples a little while the fingers of his other hand threatened to penetrate the fabric of your panties and have direct contact with your wetness.
You moaned in frustration and moved your hips to get more in touch, almost asking him to touch you right away, but he held you firmly in place and gave you a reproachful look, which you understood you should wait his time if you didn't want to feel his wrath. Even though you really wanted him to punish you, you were afraid he'd just walk out of your room and leave you there, all confused and frustrated. So you stayed quiet.
And he was satisfied, and went back to what he was doing, but this time he tortured you more, just running his fingers over your groin, not even coming close to the pulse point and the hot, drenched entrance that begged for him.
But the feeling was good and it made you even more excited, but you couldn't contain the moan when you felt it under the fabric of your panties, his finger stopping right on top of your clit and pressing it, making you contract and bring your hand to the his strong arm where you scratched. And he really liked your reaction, as he simply pulled his finger away again to repeat the act, but this time making a second finger insinuate inside your pussy, but only passing through the wet entrance.
You only felt your toes tense when you felt them tingle, but it was impossible to keep all your nerves intact in the face of so many new sensations being presented to you.
But you moaned in frustration when Mihawk suddenly pulled away, not understanding anything. You looked at him questioningly, but he didn't say anything to you, he just removed the Kogatana from his neck, leaving you even more confused.
But you understood his intent when you saw him peel off the bottom of the piece, revealing the sharp blade.
"Do you like these panties?" he asked you when he was close to you again.
"No..." you replied in a whisper.
"Fine, this is in my way and I'll have to cut it," he replied as he slid the tip of the cool blade down the skin of your thigh until it reached your crotch and then met the fragile fabric of your panties, which in question seconds was nothing more than a shredded rag.
Now you were completely naked for him, and he sported an even hungrier look.
He left the small sharp object beside you before pulling away slightly from you, making you feel completely exposed and vulnerable to him.
You wanted to close your legs and cover your nakedness, but his longing eyes held you in place, holding you the same way he had left you.
And he continued looking at every bit of your body, enjoying everything that was being offered to him.
And when he came back between your legs, he gripped your thighs hard, digging his fingers painfully into your flesh, making you moan in pain and lust. You realized that this gesture was his attempt to control himself, because now his eyes were glowing furiously, he looked like an untamed beast and you felt a wave of heat come over your body as you realized that only you naked had been able to make him like that. You hadn't even left the place or done anything significant to get him in that way.
You really enjoyed knowing you had as much effect on him as he did on you.
"If you knew what's on my mind right now, you'd run out of here and never come back, woman," he finally said in a husky voice in your ear, almost menacing. But fear was all you didn't feel. And in an act of courage and even stupidity you provoked the beast even more.
"I'm here for you to do whatever you want with me."
You saw him take a deep breath and close his eyes for the first time, trying to seek rationality.
"Once I've fucked you the way I want, I'll have no mercy," he promised and you shivered. You knew he was a man of his word. "But for now I'm going to take it easy so I don't scare you, although I know it's going to be hard to hold back so I don't lose control and end up hurting you," he said and ran his fingers over your lips after letting go of your thighs. And the spot where he squeezed burned, you knew it would form bruises there.
He kissed you again slowly, even though you felt him hold back. And during the kiss he walked with his hands all over your body until he passed his hands on your thigh, very close to your wet cunt, where he slipped a finger inside with ease and you moaned when you felt him deep inside you. At first he left his finger still there as he enjoyed the sweet taste of your lips, but without warning he started moving his finger inside you, as if he were trying to pull something out and you twitched against him. But he didn't mind and inserted a second finger, leaving a slight burning sensation, but it soon faded and made you moan louder. Now with two fingers inside you, he started the in and out movements, causing an erotic sound due to the humidity. You moaned against the kiss and he swallowed all your moans and made you make even more noise when he squeezed your left breast with your free hand, making circles with your fingertip around the areola, sending you more loads of excitement into your clit and making you almost close your legs, just sticking them with his hips.
His finger movements began to increase and the thrusts got firmer and stronger, hitting you deep and eliciting more moans.
When you thought you couldn't get any more turned on, he used his thumb to tease your clit which made you part your lips to let out a loud moan and arch your back and your breasts get even closer to his face. You knew he wouldn't like that under any other circumstance, but as you exposed the pretty bust, he didn't mind and simply accepted the invitation, burying his face in the valley between your breasts and reveling in the gift. He sucked and bit down on everything in front of him, turning you into a mess of moans and pleas.
He turned his eyes to you and liked what he saw, you completely surrendered to him was all he needed to feel his erection ache inside his pants. But he couldn't do anything about it, as for now he could only feel you with his fingers and his mouth.
When your first orgasm came, he was sucking on your neck and working his fingerprint on your clit and his fingers deep inside you, curling at the tips and scraping the spongy wet wall. You shivered and moaned loudly as you called his name, making him smile with satisfaction.
You were a good girl, after all, and that deserved an award â but you didn't need to know you were being awarded.
He withdrew his fingers from inside you, unglued his lips from your neck and was running his nose over your entire body, enjoying the wonderful smell that exhaled from you, until he reached that area that throbbed with recent orgasms. And without waiting for the spasm to pass, he ran his tongue across the area, making you gasp and bring your hands to his hair, pulling it hard. He grunted in response and reciprocated by sticking his tongue in your entrance to sip everything you had to offer. He stayed there for some time before returning to the clitoris where he stimulated it with the muscle more times to make you come over and over again. When you couldn't take it anymore and couldn't even pronounce his name correctly, he dropped you and stood in front of you, running his fingers through the welts you had left on his neck the times you scratched him in yet another orgasm .
You even feared he would do something about it, but you were surprised with him picking you up gently and taking you to the bed where he laid you gently.
"Now sleep well," was the only thing he said before heading to the dressing table to pick up the Kogatana and put it back around his neck.
"And you? Let me make you come too," you asked, already getting up.
"No," his tone stopped you. "You're going to make me come, yes, but not today. That was just the beginning, and I'll come to collect you for the debt you acquired from me", and with that, he walked towards the door where he left and closed it, without saying goodbye .
You kept looking at the place, now the morning light was already illuminating the room better, when you heard the familiar voice of the other resident of the castle.
"What were you doing in her room?" Perona asked, but you didn't hear an answer from him. "Hey! I asked you a question!" and nothing again. And then you only heard her mumble that she would ask you later what had happened.
After that, everything was absolutely silent, except in your head that was noisy due to what had just happened and now that you realized that you were fucked by the fingers of Dracule Mihawk running the risk of being caught by Perona or Zoro since the door was open all the time.
