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ambazaar · 5 months

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The Bitter Taste of Hibiscus 🌺: Part 4

Shanks x OC

Warnins: Swearing, Alcohol Use, Guns, Fluff, ANGST

A/N: Tessa’s communication skills are not the greatest teehee Also I’m sorry for how short this one is but hopefully it can hold y’all over while i get into the niddy gritty of Tessa’s backstory 👀

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"That's enough, Tess!" Makino cried, pushing aside the first mate and frantically leaping in between the older woman and the captain.

"Get out of the way, Makino." Tessa warned, her voice a low growl, but Makino refused.

"He helped us, Tess!" she said, trying her best to keep her tone even and calm.

"His disputes with the mountain bandits are going to get you and Luffy killed!"

Makino desperately tugged at her sleeve. "Tessa, please-"

"It's bad enough that he's already been injured! What about next time, when none of us are there to protect him?" She took a deep breath, looking directly at Shanks.

He stood there, calm and silent, looking at Tessa like she wasn't holding a pistol to his chest. Looking at her like they were the only two people in the world. She couldn't tell the exact meaning behind his eyes, but the longer she looked into them the softer they became. It angered her. He really wasn't taking her seriously, was he?

She gently pushed Makino aside and raised her pistol to Shank's eye level, ignoring how numb she felt doing so.

“You best point that gun somewhere other than at our captain, miss. Or they'll be hell to pay!” That was Benn from behind her. She ignored him. Other members of the crew made similar threats, but none of them made a move to stop her. So she ignored them all.

"We have an agreement with the mountain bandits.” Tessa continued, “We accommodate them, they leave us alone. That is the way it's always been. We don't need help and we don't need saving, especially from the likes of you." Tessa's voice was hard and direct.

Shanks looked down at the barrel of her gun, then back up into her eyes. His expression had shifted. A smirk slowly formed on his face. It was a smile she did not see on him often; one that meant he wasn't happy. She stood her ground.

"Do you think I'm joking?" Tessa demanded.

Shanks didn't answer. Instead, he raised a hand and slowly lowered the tip of the pistol away from his face, all the while never taking his eyes off of hers. His smile was gone. Tessa couldn’t even react. He took a deliberate step closer to her and she felt her heart leap from her chest. She tried everything not to show it, but he knew; he could see she was trembling. "I think," Shanks said finally, his voice surprisingly gentle, "that you would do anything to protect the people you love."

Tessa faltered. The sounds all around them - the bustling docks, seagulls flying to and from the thatch roof above, Makino's whimpering beside her - all faded into silence. All she could see was Shanks and all she could hear was his voice. Her hands were shaking so hard now that she was having trouble keeping her grip on her pistol. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. But her brows remained furrowed and her glare stern, despite the pit in her stomach. "I would." She took a deep breath, attempting to ground herself. "You'd be wise to remember that." She felt Makino slip a hand into her palm, but she kept her gaze on the captain.

Shanks' expression didn't change. "I don't forget," he said. "However, it was not the bandits who injured Luffy. Do you think - Tessa, do you honestly think I'd have let them just walk away if they had?"

"I can't say for certain what you would or wouldn't do, Captain." Shanks flinched. Her voice had a sharp edge to it, causing a pain in his chest at the harsh way she uttered his title. "The solemn fact is that if you hadn't arrived this morning, none of this would have happened." Tessa said bluntly, uncocking her gun and placing it within her skirt pocket. "You're to be gone in two days."

Her abrupt demand caught them all off guard, especially Makino who yanked harshly at her arm in protest. "Tessa," she whispered urgently, "please don't do this."

Tessa looked at her friend’s pleading expression and felt a pang of guilt in her chest. She knew that Makino liked Shanks, that she saw the good in him and trusted him, and that she didn't want to see Luffy hurt by sending the pirates whom he loved so much away for good. If he knew Tessa was banishing them, it would crush him. But, Tessa and Makino were similar in that they would both do anything to protect the lad. And the older woman couldn't ignore the fact that these were pirates, notorious for their ruthless tactics and lawlessness. Even if they had a considerably noble reputation, in her heart she felt like it was the right thing to do. If not for Luffy's sake than for her own.

Tessa took a deep breath and looked back at Shanks. "This has always been a quiet, peaceful village,” she began, “You've come and gone as you've pleased for a year, despite the mayor's protests. He may have conceded to you, but I refuse to continue to put this village in danger by allowing you to stay," She said, her voice struggling to remain firm. "Two days, Captain."

Makino gripped Tessa's shoulders. "But they've always been kind to us. They've done nothing wrong!"

"It's alright, Makino." Shanks spoke up then, placing his hand gently on shoulder until she released Tessa from her grasp. His eyes never left Tessa's face.

Shanks was grateful that none of them could sense the inner turmoil raging within him. It was incredibly unlike him to want to stay in one place for very long; he had always been a bit of a wanderer. But here in Windmill Village, he found himself wanting to stay against all his instincts. The rather remote village had become their headquarters for the better part of a year as Tessa said, and Shanks couldn't deny the comfort and familiarity it brought him. Nor the attachments he felt to some of its villagers. Even if she were to lecture him every day of his life, he knew he could be happy here.

But even as he reveled in this newfound sense of home, he understood deep down that he didn’t have a choice. Staying would complicate things - not just for himself but for Tessa. Her bitterness towards him and his crew, her anger toward him specifically: she truly did hate him. He knew that pirates had a less than honorable reputation and though he'd fought tooth and nail to rewrite that prejudice, there were always going to be those who hated him simply for what he was, and not who. He couldn't blame her, however. And he wouldn't risk losing her completely by going against her very clear wishes. At least by leaving he could guarantee them all a long, happy life far away from the dangers of his world.

Shanks' lips curled into a small smile and he bowed his head in agreement, the brim of his straw hat obscuring the grief in his face. "We shall resupply immediately," he said, his voice determined yet gentle. "I swear, miss, we will not set foot upon your shore again."

Makino's breath caught in her throat as she gazed up at Shanks, her eyes widening in disbelief. Her gaze then flicked back to Tessa, who stood with a resolute set to her jaw and an unwavering determination shining in her eyes. Makino's shoulders slumped in defeat, knowing that there were no words she could speak now that would sway her friend’s decision.

Shanks stepped aside from Tessa and walked past her, his loose sleeve brushing up against her arm. The small touch was enough to ignite her chest. Her heart pounded so violently in her ribs that she was certain Shanks himself could hear it, but on he walked.

"Shanks." Tessa said, suddenly.

He paused, standing utterly still between the parted body of his crew. His name filled the air like dense fog, heavy and all-encompassing, rolling off her tongue with a firm yet thick determination. Tessa's fingers tightened around the fabric of her skirt, the rough material digging into her skin. When she spoke, her tone was empty, "If you do, I'll kill you myself."

The words hung in the air, drowning out the sounds of the surrounding waves and villagers. None of them had ever heard Tessa speak so bluntly. None of them had ever heard her voice come so close to breaking. But all Shanks could hear was his own heartbeat. It was loud in his ears, deafening, paralyzing almost. Her words struck him, like a knife in the gut. He felt the air escape his lungs and his heart break. And then he heard the rap of her boots echoing away until he was certain she was gone. He stood straight, not meeting any of their eyes as he passed through the crowd of pirates, ordering them all to “stop lollygagging, there's work to do!”

The bar was empty within seconds, but not as empty as Makino felt at that very moment. She needed something to steady her. The wooden floor creaked under her boots as she walked, the rough surface reminding her of the discomfort she felt in her own skin. Her fingers brushed against the bar counter, holding herself upright, and she poured herself a large drink which she downed it in seconds.

Fools, she thought to herself. If two idiots could be more in love . . . She poured one more drink, gathered herself together, and went back to work.

#opla #one piece #one piece live action #one piece netflix #opla luffy #live action shanks #monkey d. luffy #opla shanks #opla shanks x reader #shanks x reader #shanks is a daddy

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honnelander · 7 months

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Heyyy!

I know you are all about Sanji (and rightfully so 😍) but I am also crazy about Shanks... That guy does something to me I can't explain. 😏 🤣Would you maybe be inspired to write about him too? A small something for my soul... 🥹 But only if it's in the stars for you too of course. 💕

OOOoooOO Shanks??!! 😏 waitttt he IS cute as hell too 🙈

tbh I wouldn’t mind writing a lil imagine for him…something smaller like 1.5k words or less? if you have any suggestions, i’m all ears 👀

(no smut tho! i am still ace at the end of the day 🤗 thanks!)

Edit: actually- i have an idea already! 😂

#asks #shanks is a daddy #that’ll be my shanks tag 😂#Emily Rudd is so funny

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taissabelle · 5 months

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Therapist: Oh, you definitely have daddy issues

Me: no, I don't

Also, me hours later realizing all my favorite fictional characters are older man....

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reemary-e · 10 months

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More fanart of “Seeking Currency” by TheWorldIsEnding_AndImLateForWork (seriously, go read it!)

#One Piece #Buggy #Shanks #Buggy x Shanks #Shuggy #Roger Pirates #Gold D Roger #should I say Daddy Rogers #because he is #the found family has me in a death grip #fanfic art #one piece fanart #one piece fancomic #artists on tumblr

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sinning-23 · 5 months

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Net Pt.2 (Shanks x Siren!Reader)

someone asked for part two and it blew up so uhhh here part two for my shanks loving bbgrls!

warnings: definelty pron with plot lol, tension, kissing, intense touching, p in v, never been touch, slow and gentle smeggs. uhh yeah, loss of virginity? Sorta?

Pt.1 Found Here

You gasp, feeling his hands slide under the fabric of your shirt. Cold. You huff at the feeling, breathless at his touch. Your lips don't stop, the two of you just barely separating for air before going back to being stuck like glue.

"Will you?" He asks, eyes soft and pleading desperate.

Stay with him? Live this life of piracy and be protected and loved by him? Be held and kissed and touch in places you'd yet to discover on yourself? Youd be a fool to say no.

Like clumsy young adults you sprint with one another to his quarters, the door locking before he's back on you, whimpers and moans just as musical as the creaky floorboards when you're backed against his bed.

Fear settles in your heart, well no, not fear, anxiety. He can see it and only kissed the top of your head, slowing his pace.

“Slow. Okay guppy?” He smiles, seeing you nod.

He scoots you back, your body upright but comfortable against then pillows. Shanks opts to work his way down, making sure you knew just how precious you were to him. Soft and slightly chapped lips brush over your scales and the flesh of your necks, praises fall from his lips like a prayer.

It makes your tummy turn, a wave of emotions flooding your mind and body like you’d never felt before. For someone who’s lived their whole life in the ocean you were almost too sure this is what it felt like to be seasick, a loved, nervously, excited mess.

“Focus.” He hums, seeing the emotional roller coaster your conscious had gone on.

And you did, finally letting yourself just relax. His hands aren’t cold anymore, and they slide down the fabric of your shirt, exposing your chest to him. It’s only a little embarrassing but the embarrassment is soon overpowered by pleasure.

Your back arches into him when he takes one into his mouth, sucking and licking the sensetive bud while his free hand bust barely grazed over the other. A moan slips past your lips and you feel him grin as he unlatches and decides to kiss down your stomach.

“I-I don’t, how do we even-I’ve never-“ You gasp, the feeling of his fingers over your wetness making yoo shirt circuit.

“I do remember saying we’d go slow, right? We’ll work out way up love.” He explains, just barely circling your clit, enjoying how you unraveled before him.

“I- please.” You beg, not sure of what you were asking for.

Maybe for him to not stop, to stop teasing and let you feel his fingers fill you up. Desperation is what that was. Pure, horned up, desperation.

“I know love, I know. Are you okay for me to-?” He doesn’t finish, only pushing your folds open slowly as your head lols back an your mouth falls open in a silent moan.

“Yea, please keep touching me. Dont stop touching me.” You whine, curses in your native tongue rolling off your swollen lips. You’re now gripping his forearm, nails leaving indents in the flesh there.

Your eyes lock, yours glossy, his desperate, and promising.

"Oh honey when you ask like that I’ll touch you whenever you want for as long as you want I promise." He sighs, connecting your lips again as he begins to pump two fingers in and out of you, your wetness making the process a bit easier.

He’s gently, knowing that you've never touched or been touched like this. He knows its rather overwhelming and the last thing he wasn't to do if make you feel, uncomfortable.

You cling to him, letting him suck and lick the flesh of your neck, spots of purple being left in his wake. You do the same though, marking him as yours with a smile. You gasp when he hits that softer spot inside you, your head falling onto his shoulder.

He knows your close, velet walls fluttering around his fingers as he used his free hand to rub circlesover your sensitive nub. It feels so much hotter than before, your legs feeling like jelly when he takes the initiative to fold them a little more and guide you to wrap them around his waist.

“That’s it, let yourself feel good. Let me make you feel good.” He whispers, pupils wide as he watched you pall apart from his touch.

You can feel your body squeeze, muscles feeling tight as he speeds up a bit, the sound of your squelching only filling you with embarrassment. It didn’t last long though, because before you could warn him of this feeling of pleasurable impending doom, you snap.

And alll he does it smile, slowing his back as you two your head back, squeezing him as if he’d suddenly disappear.

Shanks is back on you, kissing you through your damn near earth shattering orgasm with a smile. He knows you’ll feel empty when he pulls his fingers out of you so as a sort of courtesy he doesn’t stop, still keep that agonizingly slow pace.

“That’s it my love. Gods you look beautiful like that. So pretty cumming over my fingers.” He hums, finally removing them from you and raising them to his mouth.

“Shanks!” You gasp, trying you tug his hand away but it’s too late, the action making you burn up.

He doesn’t respond, only pressing his lips to yours, sliding his tongue between your teeth as you moan into him, further relaxing. It’s somehow bitter and sweet.

“Just wanted you to see how good you taste.” He chuckles, placing his hat atop your head.

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” He finishes, kissing your forehead before turning to find something to clean you with.

He’s soft, pulling you into one of his shirts which is far too big for you. He kisses the top of your head, your eyelids, your nose, and finally your lips. The silent agreement of sleep written over your faces.

Yeah, you’d be a fool to say no to this.

Tag list: @gingernut1314 @commanderfreethatdust @justrandom20

#x reader #reader is black #one piece #one piece live action #smut #opla shanks #one piece shanks #one piece shanks x reader #shanks x reader #shanks #opla shanks x reader #reader is a mermaid #reader is a siren #shanks is a daddy #i don't care he's hot

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luxthestrange · 7 months

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OP Incorrect quotes#8 Run Daddy run!

Mihawk: Hey, do you like chicken?

Shanks: Not really

Mihawk:: And curry?

Shanks: Not much

Mihawk:: Then you’re not gonna like what I did

Shanks: What? You made chicken curry?

Mihawk: No, I made out with Buggy and Y/n

*several minutes later*

Perona*Is doing her makeup seeing Mihawks running away at full speed* Why’s Mihawk running?-

Perona spots an enraged Shanks running after Mihawks

Perona @ her dad Mihawks:

youtube

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kyros-tha-soldier · 2 months

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The OP dadverse is fucking underrated. Whoever is in charge of the spin-off OP doujins needs to make the next series about them

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therealslimsanji · 5 months

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Uggghhhh

I am trying so hard to behave and not ship real people and yadda yadda yadda but I just watched several videos with Taz and Peter Gadiot hanging out and hiking together and my shipper heart is screaming "don't they look so pretty together though??!!"

And their personalities seem so similar. They both seem like huge goofy dorks with old souls that love life and adventure.

Plus that 10 year age difference got me thinking some damn unholy thoughts.

#taz skylar #peter gadiot #the sanji/shanks supremacy #opla #one piece #sanji #opla sanji #vinsmoke sanji #one piece netflix #one piece live action #one piece la #opla vinsmoke sanji #opla shanks #red haired shanks #shanks is a daddy #daddy shanks

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short-honey-badger · 3 months

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Peppermint Tea 25

Holy crap I'm so sorry that this has taken so long to get out. I'm still trying to get over my slump, but hopefully, it'll be dead and gone soon.

I really hope you enjoy this! Our reader and Mihawk are finally doing the deed!

Warnings! SMUT SMUT SMUT hopefully thats all i need to say lol.

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You freeze above Mihawk. Did he want to have sex with you? Right now? The thought makes snow spout and shower around you, dropping the temperature of the room by several degrees.

It's not that you don't want to. You do! But you've never had sex before, and you don't think your books do a very good job of explaining the concept. Your silence must have stretched for too long. You feel Mihawk tighten his hold, and his voice is full of concern when he speaks up, though you can still hear desperation wrapped around every word.

“We don't have to, Darling, but I have desired you for so long, and my patience is growing thin,” the warlord had wanted you for a long time, but he could wait longer if you wished. No one could ever say he wasn’t a gentleman.

“O-of course I want you!” You blurt before Mihawk can take his offer back or something equally silly again, “I want to have sex. I want to feel you, too.”

You lick your lips in thought, trying to figure out how to explain to Dracule. You're nervous, of course. This was a big step for you, but you trusted Mihawk to do this right.

Hawkeye watches you closely, seeing your nerves come in and make it hard for you to think. He's seen this happen before, and it would not be the first time Mihawk has pulled you out of your head, but he only smiles gently up at his angel and squeezes your hips to catch your attention. The warlord had no complaints about walking his dear one through what was to happen.

“Would it make you feel better if I explained everything as we go?”

You consider the offer and find that the thought of Mihawk explaining his actions makes you feel better, so you nod and squeeze his shoulders, “Yeah, I think I'd like that.”

Dracule gives you a nod, and he starts up those soothing strokes along your hips again. The most important thing here was to keep you comfortable. There was no joy or pleasure in the act of sex when his partner was not secure in the situation. You, above all else, deserved that from him, “Do you want to start now?”

‘Yes,” you whisper, eyes locked with Mihawk's molten gaze as he smirks in satisfaction.

The warlord moves silently, rolling the two of you over until your back is pressed into the mattress. His fingers find the edge of your sleep shirt, playing with the hem of the soft material, “I'm going to take this off now.”

You nod, sitting up to help him. Mihawk flings it to the floor, and then he looks down to admire the perky breasts in front of him. You look radiant in the low light of the bedroom, and the wine he had earlier makes him burn even hotter for you. He reaches out, tweaking your left nipple harshly while his free hand smooths up to gently cup the side of your neck. You watch him through lidden eyes, lips caught between your teeth as you shiver from the twinge of pleasure.

“So sensitive, sweet thing,” Mihawk croons and tweaks your nipple again with a content sigh, “You’ve had my fingers inside of your cunt before, remind me how many?”

“Th-three,” you stutter out and flush at the reminder. It shouldn’t make you blush so much still considering at least one of the days Mihawk or Shanks stays while here is solely dedicated to exploring your body. They were both givers, but now and then, they would be selfish for your mouth around their dick.

“Such a good girl for remembering,” Mihawk murmurs and sits back, devious fingertips leaving your throat and breasts to trail down your stomach and pluck at the elastic waistband of your sleep shorts, “Lift your hips, dear.”

You do as you're told, lifting your hips, and Dracule snags both your shorts and the soft cotton undies you wear. After he flings them to the floor, Mihawk leans up and grabs the pillow that’s been designated as Shanks’ and pats your hip, “One more time.”

The warlord slips the pillow under your hips, adjusting it until you assure him that you are comfortable, “This will make penetration easier, though the angle will let me go deeper,” Mihawk warns, and you give a slow nod, showing him that were paying attention.

Like this, you are fully exposed to him, and Mihawk takes his time to lavish your legs with attention. Smoothing his hands down to your ankles and massages your muscles. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, kissing the inside of your knee and making you giggle at the ticklish sensation. Hawkeye smirks against your skin and does it again before suddenly digging his teeth in and making you shout.

Before you can protest, the warlord soothes the bite with a swipe of his tongue and a kiss to the imprints of his teeth. It would not be the last mark he would leave on your skin tonight. You were a canvas, and he was determined to paint you the way he saw fit.

Mihawk lawyers your leg only to bring up the other one, kissing along your ankle and up your knee, giving it the same attention as the other. He kisses the inner part of your knee just to hear you giggle before he moves up, sucking bruises into the plush skin of your inner thighs.

Dracule and Shanks always impress upon you that they wanted you to tell them what felt good, even if you didn’t use words to express yourself. The way your body arced and strained for Mihawk’s touch spoke volumes of how much he affected you. You whine when the awful man licks down your thigh and to the apex of your legs.

Mihawk greets your pussy like an old friend, tongue swirling through your folds and then up to wrap around your clit, sucking gently and you spread your legs for him, sighing and tossing an arm over your eyes. You leak around his tongue, cunt quivering, and you are so so close, but then the warlord is pulling back and reaching forward to toss your arm off your face.

“You need to be properly wet and stretched before I fuck you,_,” Dracule explains, and smirks at your frustrated look. He ignores it, for now, tonight would not be one for his darker desires and sits back between your thighs, one hand maneuvering one of your legs back on his shoulder, “I want you to watch me.”

You angle yourself, sitting up on your arms to be able to get a proper view of Mihawk's actions, and the devious man rewards you by placing a soft kiss to your calf, “Do me a favor, sweet thing, and slick these up for me.”

Mihawk presses his middle and ring fingers to your lips, and you open up without thought, groaning when the warlord stuffed your mouth with the digits. He presses down on your tongue, and saliva pools in your mouth, coating his fingers before he releases the pressure to gently slide them in and out past the ring of your lips. His eyes track the way your throat works, memorizing the sight and storing it away safely.

Properly slick, Dracule slips his fingers from your mouth, and then slides them through the folds of your pussy, and the combined mess of spit and slick causes embarrassing and lewd sounds to fill the room.

“I'm going to put my finger inside you, now,” Mihawk murmurs quietly. His middle finger finds your entrance, and you watch, lips caught between your teeth as he sinks his finger inside you, all the way down to the knuckle.

You keen at the intrusion, cunt tightening and walls fluttering as Mihawk sets a steady pace, soon adding the other soaked digit and making you hiss at the slight stretch.

The warlord looms over You, bending your body until the stretch is nearly too much. He bends, balancing on his knees as his free hand captures your jaw and brings his angel in for a kiss. Mihawk, the impressive man, matches his kissing how he fucks you with his fingers, lips pulling at your own and sliding his tongue past your lips to give you a taste of yourself.

Mihawk loves the sounds that you make for him, and if wasn't getting so impatient to feel your cunt around his dick, he would take longer to pull them from you. However, his cock is straining against his sleep pants and staining the soft material with precum. It's almost painful in the way it throbs, and Dracule is desperate for relief.

He breaks the kiss, and you fall back, head hitting the pillow, and you gasp for precious oxygen. You moan when his thumb finds your clit, and Mihawk runs harsh circles into the nub. You shudder under him, legs shaking and hands digging so tightly into the sheets that you fear you'll rip them. You leak around his knuckles, and confusion settles over your flushed face when he pulls his fingers free.

Mihawk shoves his sleep pants down, and he hisses when the cool air touches his dick. He is painfully hard, and he grasps the base, scooting forward to rub the head of his cock through your folds, “I'm going to put it in. Are you ready?”

Dracule watches the way your pupils dilate, eyes shining with lust and you nod jerkily, tongue coming out to wet your lips, “Please fuck me, Mihawk.”

The warlord doesn't need to be told twice, and shifts forward, head of his cock sliding inside your waiting cunt. Mihawk curses, brows furrowing at how fucking tight you are. He pauses there, allowing you to adjust to his size, and only slips deeper when you give him a soft okay.

It takes a bit, but soon, Dracule bottoms out, heavy balls presses flush to your sensitive skin and causing him to groan. He stays still, teeth clenched as your walls flutter and pulse around him, dragging him deeper into your stuffed cunt.

“Y-you can move, now,” your voice, thick with unshed tears and pleasure rocked him, and with a low snarl, Mihawk rocked forward, before pulling out half way just to sink back inside. You whine, head thrown back and Dracule looks down to take in the way your pussy sucks him down perfectly.

Mihawk sets a steady pace, hips snapping forward. His hands find your hips, fingertips digging in and most likely leaving marks as he speeds up, cock dragging along your walls, and leaving you a cursing mess.

Everything felt overwhelming, oversensitive, over everything. You've always enjoyed the way Mihawk's devious fingers stretch you out, but having his cock open you up was something incredible. You angle your hips, pressing back into his thrusts, and your eyes blow wide when his dick shoved into that spongy spot deep inside. Dracule does it again, and you wail, hands finding his shoulders to hold on for dear life as he abuses that spot inside of you.

“That's it, sweet thing,” Mihawk hisses above you and leans down, bending you up and pressing your knees into the mattress beside your head. The angle is even better this way, and you look down to watch the way Dracule pistons in and out of your cunt. Mihawk can tell that you are close by the way you keep clenching around him, and he smooths one hand from your hip, thumb finding your clit and pressing down just enough that it ends you over the edge.

Dracule curses, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as you come undone, gushing around the warlord so much that slick leaks past your folds to stain your inner thighs. He doesn't stop, pace steadying out as he fucks you through your first orgasam. He leans in, sealing his lips to yours in a kiss that leaves you crying for more.

Mihawk delivers, sending you over the edge twice more and soaking the sheets in sweat and juices. He has shifted, lowering your legs and slowing to a gentle pace that purposely ruts into your sweet spot. He is close, balls tight and swollen as he slides in and out of your slick hole. The two of you are tangled together, legs intertwined with one of your arms tossed around his neck to keep him close.

“I'm close, Angel,” Mihawk rumbles and presses his face in the crook of your neck to breathe you in, “Can I come inside you?”

Just the thought of being able to feel Dracule pulse and paint your inside was enough to send shivers all over your body. You nod, kissing the side of his face, “Yes.”

Mihawk nods once, and then he switches to a faster, more erratic pace. His rhythm is off, and it makes you feel powerful to see such a beautiful man come undone because of you. It's enough to make you clench around him again, your body wringing out one last orgasam for him. That tension breaks, and Dracule groans your name as he finishes.

You feel him come inside you, scorching semen splashing your walls and filling you to the brim. The combined fluids of your juices and his cum leak around his cock, and the amount that pools under you when he pulls out is obscene.

The two of you lay there panting, and it takes Mihawk longer than he would have thought to move. He rises carefully, moving off you and the bed. He stumbles to the bathroom and retrieves a wet rag, first cleaning himself and his thighs before loping back to the bedroom to clean you up.

Mihawk crawls back in the bed with you, body work and mind tired as he wraps you up in his arms. You snuggle into his chest, pressing your face into the muscles there and sighing heavily. He strokes your back and kisses the top of your head, “Are you okay?”

You nod against him, kissing his chest delicately, “I'm fine. I really liked it.”

Mihawk smirks at your admission, pride making him smirk and puff up like a bird. You snicker at him and then yawn loudly, eyes closing. You feel satisfied, body sore in the best ways. You feel him press a kiss to your hair, “Good, now get some rest, Angel.”

You definitely don't need to be told twice, and it takes less than a minute for you to drop off to sleep, your light snores already filling the room.

Dracule follows after you, holding you tight and not planning on ever letting his precious angel go. You are his, mind, body, and soul.

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The next morning, Mihawk gets up and leaves long enough to go to the bathroom and draw a bath. Your tub is large enough to fit both of them, though it would be a tight squeeze. He ensures the temperature is just on the right side of hot before he lopes back to the bedroom.

However, before he can slip back inside, he hears the sound of your snail transponder going off, and there was only one other person beside himself that had your number. He quickly answers it before the ringing can wake you up.

Ca-lick

“Yoo do know that it is an ungodly hour to be calling, don't you, Red?” Mihawk sneers over the phone.

“Awee, Hawkeye, so you do miss me,” Shanks sounds delighted to hear from the other man, and it brings a reluctant smile to Mihawk's face.

“You shouldn't put words in my mouth,” Mihawk sniffs and knows it's the wrong thing to say when Shanks snickers over the receiver.

“Heh, I got something you can put in your mouth.”

The sigh that escapes him is long and world weary, but he had walked straight into that one, “You are terrible, Red.”

Shanks laughs on the other side again, “You know it, Baby.”

He continues before Mihawk can make a snarky quip, “Anyway, I called to let you know that I'm about a day and a half out from the island.”

“_, will be happy to see you,” Mihawk tells him, and even across the sea, he can feel the joy that the Emperor wears like a blanket, “So will I.”

Shanks hums on the other side, and his voice is full of warm affection, “I'll be there as soon as I can, Baby. I miss the two of you, too.”

Mihawk feels his face grow hot at the sincerity, and he is glad that he is alone in the living room, “Be safe, Shanks.”

The other man assures Mihawk that he will be and then ends the call. Dracule hums to himself and then turns to lope back to the bedroom.

Inside, you are still curled up on your side, your arm tucked under one of your pillows, and Mihawk admires the curve of your body in the low light of the room. A smirk slides across his lips when he sees how swollen your cunt is, and he recalls with a sigh how beautifully you clenched around him as you came around his cock.

The warlord kneels on the bed beside you, hands finding your shoulders to push you to your back. He looms over You, leaning down to press sweet kisses to your cheek and then to your lips.

You wake up with a groan at all the commotion, eyes cracking open to see the sight of Mihawk holding himself up above you, “G’morning.”

Dracule hums at your greeting, pulling away to look down at you with a quirk of his lips, “Good morning. How are you feeling?”

You stretch in bed, sighing when your body protests, back popping, and you reach for Mihawk, twining your fingers with his own, “Sore, but good.”

The warlord nods, and brings you hand up to kiss along your knuckles and then gently tugs you, “Come, I've run us a bath.”

Being clean sounds incredible, so you don't protest and go scoot to the edge of the bed. Mihawk stops you, and then bends, scooping you up bridal style and carrying you to the bathroom.

You giggle at the sweet treatment, head resting against his shoulder as Mihawk shoves the door open. He shuts it back before Hank or Sukuna could sneak in and carefully begins to lower you into the steaming water. It feels divine against your chilled skin and you gladly sink lower.

Mihawk tells you to shift forward, and he lowers himself behind you, pulling you back into his chest and splaying his legs on either side of your own, bracketing you in. It's nice to just enjoy his company, and you hum one of your favorite songs as you trace random patterns on his chest.

Dracule relaxes against the edge of the tub, hands finding your thighs to gently trail his fingers back and forth. The touch sends shivers up your spine, and you turn to kiss his chest.

“Shanks will be here in the next day or so. He called earlier,” Mihawk murmurs and the news brings a smile to your face. His hands splay wide, fingertips dipping down to the apex of your thighs, “He will want you, too.”

You flush, arousal already curling low in your stomach. You wonder how Shanks will want you, if he will be rough with you, selfish and taking like he is with everything else.

“What about you?” You ask quietly, and you can hear the mischievous tone that paints his voice when Dracule speaks up.

“Me? I'm going to enjoy the show."

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