#Mihawk probably just bites him because of it

[socially-anxious-wizard]

They make me ill.

[innerfare]

Threesome Headcanons - Part 2

Summary: a random collection of threesome headcanons with a menagerie of characters; probably the filthiest thing I've ever written

Pairings (all x afab!reader): Ace and Marco, Marco and Shanks, Shanks and Beckman, Shanks and Mihawk, Mihawk and Crocodile, Crocodile and Buggy, Doflamingo and Corazon (Rosinante), Kid and a female marine, Kid and Killer, Smoker and Tashigi

Genre: pure smut

CW: NSFW // threesomes (obviously), light bondage and whipping, lots of oral and penetrative sex, a bit of exhibitionism

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Marco asking for your help to initiate Ace as a division commander, Ace watching wide-eyed as Marco works you over, Ace amazed by how easily Marco bends you over and makes you cum, how pliant you are and willing to take Marco’s load. Ace almost cumming in his pants when Marco pulls out and tells you to treat the new division commander right, gritting his teeth and curling his toes as you ride his cock because he doesn’t want to cum too quickly with Marco watching. Marco biting back his grin because he can see the sweat rolling down Ace’s temple and chest, raising his eyebrows when Ace flips you over and fucks you into the mattress like that’s what you were made for, reporting back to the other division commanders that the new kid can fuck.  

Marco saying, “if you insist,” when Shanks offers to share some of his crew’s finest tail after a few bottles of sake. Shanks calling you over, pulling you into his lap, reaching up your skirt to squeeze your ass, and saying in your ear (imagine his stubble on your cheek, omg) that Marco is a very special friend of the crew. Shanks grinning when you climb into Marco’s lap to give him the ride of his life, Shanks laughing when Marco twists you up like a pretzel because he’d rather be in control. Shanks fucking you from behind while you make eye contact with Marco, the red haired captain insisting you be a good girl and thank the First Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates for fucking you so good. Damn it, Marco’s hard again. 

Beckman doesn’t share often, but when he does, it’s exclusively with Shanks. Shanks insisting Beckman’s cock is too big for you and ordering you to ride his face first. You trying your best to suck Beckman’s huge cock while Shanks tongues you but struggling to do anything with the captain working between your legs. Shanks finally relenting and allowing Beckman to skewer you on his cock, jerking himself off while he watches. Beckman starting slow because he’s well aware of his size and pounding into you by the end. You can’t even speaks by the time Shanks is fucking you. Shanks acting lazy the entire time but he’s calling all the shots. 

Shanks making out with both you and Mihawk and then grinning when the two of you make out with each other. Mihawk allowing his more submissive side to show, laying back against the pillows to watch you and Shanks kiss. Mihawk and Shanks stroking each others’ cocks while you watch, the more dominant side you always knew was lurking beneath Shanks’ veneer of nonchalance rearing its head when it’s just the three of you. Shanks watching with a satisfied grin as you whip a bound Mihawk, coaxing you to suck on Mihawk's cock until you choke, and then cumming on your face.

Mihawk slowly growing suspicious that he’s not the only one fucking you. Mihawk finding hickeys on your neck, breasts, and inner thighs that he is certain are not from him. Mihawk noticing you’re sore even before he fucks you. Mihawk finding himself interested in the idea of a threesome when you admit Crocodile has been bending you over his desk every evening. Mihawk watching this occur one evening and finding his cock harder than it’s been in years. Mihawk watching it occur several more evenings in a row before deciding it’s time you take it to his bedroom, where you gag on Crocodile’s cock while Mihawk works all that pent up tension out of his system by fucking you good and hard. 

Crocodile begrudgingly accepting your idea of allowing the clown to watch while he fucks you, but only if Buggy wears a gag. Buggy watching with wide eyes as Crocodile pulls out one of the biggest cocks he's ever seen and sweating because now he wants to get fucked by Crocodile, too, but isn’t sure the other man will agree. Crocodile putting you in reverse cowgirl and fucking up into you, finally agreeing to remove Buggy’s gag so the clown can go down on you (Crocodile really doesn't want to share, but you asked so nicely). You having the best orgasm of your life with Crocodile’s cock in your cunt and Buggy’s tongue on your clit. Buggy licking you clean after Crocodile cums inside you, enjoying it a little too much. 

Doflamingo eager to show off his favorite pet, calling you in to his bedroom in the middle of the day and ordering you to strip down in front of his little brother. Doflamingo tying you up with his strings and putting you on display like a pretty trophy. Corazon stroking your cheek and holding your hand to comfort you while his older brother tortures you with a vibrator. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Just breathe.” Corazon pushing his cock into your tight hole to give you a bit of relief, you poor thing, and finding his brother was telling the truth about your cunt. Corazon cumming in record time, Doflamingo mounting you immediately after, the two of them switching off until the sun sets and the moon is high in the sky. 

Kid sneaking into your marine base to fuck you, finding your roommate is still in the room when he gets there. He expects her to sound the alarm, but instead, he ends up fucking you both. You and your roommate were never attracted to each other before, but the pirate’s cock is like an aphrodisiac, one you’d probably be kicked out of the navy for indulging in but you just can’t help yourselves. Kid fucking you first since he was there for you, after all, and eating his cum out of you while he fucks your roommate. 

Kid and Killer arguing over who gets to have you before realizing they both can if they just stop arguing for five minutes. Kid and Killer stripping you of your clothes and inspecting every inch of you, so very pleased with themselves. Kid lifting you off the ground and opening your legs with his big hands so Killer can see your exposed pussy, Killer holding you against his rigid chest and holding your legs open so Kid can bury his face in your cunt and ass, the two of them tag teaming you like a pair of feral animals, though stopping every few minutes to make sure you’re still doing alright because they know their cocks are massive (smug bastards). Afterward, Killer making you something to eat and Kid telling you that you did such a good job for them, the three of you might need to make it a more permanent arrangement. 

Smoker puffing on his cigars while Tashigi shows you off (she’s so proud, she just had to show him your pussy). Smoker growing hard when you go down on Tashigi and palming himself through his pants as you and Tashigi rub your pussies together, finally putting out his cigars and kicking off his pants to climb into bed with the two of you, letting Tashigi suck his cock the way he taught her before he bottoms out inside of you, shushing you and telling you he’s going to train you up the way he did Tashigi. 

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[cinnbar-bun]

Gifts OP Characters Give you for Valentine’s Day

Rating: SFW

A/n: happy Valentine’s Day!! Enjoy this short little thing. Vday is kinda messy for me cuz I’m allergic to chocolate so 😭 Oofie lmao. Chopper is platonic only!!!

Luffy: He is very earnest and most of his “affection” is shown through actions, so he’ll probably be more physically affectionate and want you by his side all day. Would gift you some food to share and maybe a single flower (he accidentally crushed it but it’s so cute)

Zoro: Your favorite drink. He probably would drink lots of sake, but if you don’t drink sake/alcohol in general, he buys you your favorite soda, coffee, tea, or sparkling juice etc. to drink beside you. Prefers a more romantic gesture of drinking at night alone with you under the stars.

Nami: Chocolate covered tangerines. Or if you’re allergic to both/either/don’t care for those, she gives you a nice piece of matching jewelry to wear with her.

Usopp: A heart-shaped device. Dunno what that device would specifically be but it’s probably based on whatever you needed and he decided to spruce it up for you.

Sanji: Mr. Prince does everything. Bugs you two dozen glitter roses, large teddy bears, and heart shaped everythings. Gives the gifts to you all day and makes sure to make a romantic vday dinner with you. Lots of kisses.

Chopper: cotton candy!!! And it’s pink!!! And kinda looks like a heart!! (Please ignore the way he wants to take a bite of it… or don’t and just forfeit all your possessions to him).

Robin: A lovely scrapbook and some flowers. She likes homemade gifts for you and her, so she made sure to buy those for you to always carry the memories you two shared with each other.

Franky: a miniature boat with figures of you and him he dubs the ‘love boat’. It’s so cheesy but it’s so expertly crafted and made you can’t help but be l happy about it.

Brook: a new song just for you. Brook is always happy to perform for you, and you’re his biggest muse so he’s always got you on the brain. He crafts a love song just to express his feelings for you.

Jinbei: a nice new tea and some desserts for you two to indulge in and relax with. Sweets are always better with you <3

Buggy: New makeup and a matching outfit with him. He loves when your outfits complement his so he wants to have you dress up in a similar fashion to him!

Mihawk: Nice homemade meals and a romantic dinner. He’s extra attentive and romantic today, making sure to pepper you in kisses and hold you close to him.

Crocodile: Expensive gifts made with gold and lots of flowers. Excess is the name, and that’s Crocodile’s game. He is happy to present you with a room full of gifts and then murmur to you he is happy to have you beside him the rest of the day (and night).

Law: Says he doesn’t believe in this yet he got you nice (and a healthier version) of some of your favorite foods. Also some flowers too, which he extensively looked up the meaning of so he could confess the feelings he’s too tsun to admit (if you care to notice-)

Corazon: Says you don’t need a gift, since your love is the best gift in the world. Just kidding, he gets you flowers and offers to take the day off to just do whatever you want.

Doflamingo: Awwwww you were expecting flowers? Maybe even chocolates? No, he’s got you a new outfit and you better be ready soon cuz he’s got a reservation at a fancy restaurant for the both of you.

Shanks: Also says you don’t need a gift because he’s the greatest thing ever and your love is just so strong with each other and- okay okay, he’s being serious now. He got you that one trinket you were eyeing at the island back there that you thought he didn’t notice you were eyeing but he did because he’s like that.

Beckman: Gruff man who is offering to take care of you today and make sure you’re completely relaxed and not lifting a finger. If the others try to get you to work, he’s lecturing them. Also wants to just spend time with you quietly.

Ace: Big teddy bear!!! It’s so cute!!! Just like you!!! He had to get it!! Might also accidentally set it on fire from getting flustered when you kiss his cheek.

Sabo: Gentleman- he gets you traditional gifts associated with Valentines Day, but then offers to take you to an untraditional date spot.

Koala: Girl put her hardest effort into making your favorite sweets/food. She wants a romantic meal with you and to spend time not working for a night.

Perona: … hello??? You’re supposed to be getting HER gifts??? She’s a princess, why are you bugging? Okay… she’ll admit, she made you a cute gothic outfit so you can be just as cute as her. She demands romantic movies and cuddles.

[aimbutmiss]

Cooking was a lot like sword fighting. There were rules, and a routine to follow to get better at it. But repetition alone wasn't enough to be good, you had to understand the fundamentals. Which ingredients go with what, and what combinations to avoid. Mihawk had a lot of time to study this back at his home in Kuraigana, cooking for the two kids that literally got delivered to him by a stork 20 years too late. Zoro loved his food, but didn't care much for the process, not that he had time to spare from his sword training. But Perona came into the kitchen to help him sometimes. She was more interested in baking, which was unknown terrain to Mihawk and kind of terrifying, because it was a lot easier to mess up.

He wrapped his arms around his black satin nightgown as he knelt slightly to check the oven. Thankfully, the bread had risen well. He got up and picked up some eggs to get started on an omelette as two men walked into the kitchen, one being dragged by the other.

"Good morning." The taller man grumbled under his breath as he threw the other man on one of the chairs. He was wearing green pyjama pants and no shirt, displaying his muscles and scars to the world. He sat down beside the sleeping clown and picked up the newspaper on the table, his hook ripping through the paper. But the man started reading as if it didn't phase him at all. It never did.

"Good morning to you as well. Slept well?"

"As well as I could."

Mihawk put the whisked eggs aside and walked over to his lover to give a chaste kiss to his lips.

"What about him?" He asked, pointing to Buggy who was quietly snoring and drooling on the table. He made a move to gently shake the clown but a hand wrapped around his wrist to stop him.

"Leave him be. He must be tired."

Mihawk lips curled slightly as he moved back to the kitchen counter to lightly butter a pan, while Crocodile's eyes fell back on the newspaper. A loud sizzle filled the quiet space as Mihawk poured the egg mixture into the hot pan.

"Straw Hat is wreaking havoc again."

"When is he ever not?"

"Your Zoro seems to be doing well too."

"Hm."

Plating the food was also an important part of the process, according to seasoned chefs. Mihawk didn't quite get it, but he tried to honor their code. He would be very angry if anyone broke the code of swordfighting, so he tried to apply the same respect to other art forms. He gently placed the grilled tomatoes on Crocodile's plate, none for Buggy of course. Instead he used some ketchup to draw a cute clown face on his omelette. It wasn't the best or anything, but Mihawk was very proud of it. He knew Buggy would love it too, the sentiment was there. He took the plates and walked over to the table, putting the food in front of his lovers.

"Buggy, darling, wake up."

Buggy groaned and whined as Mihawk gently poked him. "Stop it, Hawkyyyy."

"Just get up, clown. It's already quite late. You need to eat to get through the day. We have that business meeting with that old fart today, remember?"

Buggy finally lifted his head from the table, his hair all over the place, the bun he put it in last night barely holding it together. His lips were shiny with drool and his shirt was falling off his shoulder, probably because he stole it from one of them.

"I forgot about that... Do I have to, Croccy? You're the one who deals with business stuff!"

"Yes, you're right. You don't have to do a single business thing. All you have to do is sit down and look pretty."

"That's hard too! Sometimes! No one understands the struggles of being too hot and charismatic."

Crocodile put down the newspaper he was reading to finally start eating as Mihawk sat down with his own plate. "Just shut up and eat." He said in his low voice, but there was no bite to it. Not anymore. They had gotten through their differences, and grown.

Mihawk smiled as he took a bite from the food. It wasn't perfect, but it sure felt like it as he watched the other two men clearly enjoy his cooking. Two years ago today, he was probably sulking around in his mansion on Kuraigana. He would have never guessed back then, that he would end up where he is now.

Mihawk was a man of routine and rules, but this once he had to admit: Sometimes change is good.

@kittaykattz this is super short but hope you enjoy

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ THE BIG CROCO BROTHER: CROCODILE

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Being a father was not easy, imposing limits was necessary and no matter how cute his face was, that of the Crocodile's only son, he couldn't allow you to do whatever you wanted... Especially when you're running around with three deadly wild animals."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP! NON ROMANCE, Father and Son! Male reader! Child reader! Soft dad Crocodile! Cross guild! Savage animals (bananawani), the reader has a powerful man in his control (his own dad)

꒰ WC ꒱ : 1k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : And here I'm again, trying to post again and idk, nothing much to say today, my mood is horrible and my life sucks, but here some family fluffy to see if that motivates me to write again. Also the names of the wani are terrible because my discord friends choose them lol hahahah blank/no pronouns/fem=block

Crocodile was listening to Mihawk talking about the latest news he had gotten on his last trip, Buggy was looking at some maps that his henchmen had given him and the lizard himself was looking at the management papers of that entire alliance. At least now it was working a little better and giving more profit than headaches, but Crocodile still refused to accept that a circus really had so many needs and needed such a big budget just for those pathetic shows... that clown was probably deceiving.

“FUCK!” Buggy shouted, making the dark-haired man snap out of his reverie and try to figure out what the shouting was about.

It was then that he saw a peculiar scene that had curiously been repeated a lot in the last few days. One of the baby bananawani was biting Buggy's leg, another seemed to be eager to eat the clown's colorful papers and the third and last was trying... no, he was begging for a lap to the strongest swordsman in the world who simply stared at him without reaction.

You see, being a parent is extremely difficult. Being a father and being a pirate with a young son and with Crocodile's current situation is even more so, he wouldn't want that to be the case but he really managed to be quite absent, he tried to make up for it by spoiling you and the problem was that he spoiled you a bit too much. You weren't a bad or rude child, but you simply faithfully believed that you could have the world at your feet if you asked your father nicely. Of course you could, but it wasn't good for your ego to be completely sure of it.

So, in a way of trying to teach you some good values like responsibility and any other nonsense, he left you in charge of taking care of three bananawani babies. You needed to feed them, take them out of the water tank, clean the tank, all the normal activities of a normal pet. With the difference that your pets were deadly creatures even as babies and were more than ready to rip off some arms for your protection.

“(Y/n), what did we talk about getting them out of the tank?” Crocodile sighed, this wasn't the first time the babies had wandered around the ship instead of being safe in their water tanks. He can still hear the cries of the henchmen who received unexpected bites because their pets were out of control.

“I’m sorry daddy” you said entering the room, you quickly went to the baby in Mihawk and picked him up. Not completely up since that single bananawani baby must have been heavier than you, so you just held him the best you could with his entire lower part dragging on the floor.

Buggy whimpered trying to pull the baby off his leg which only made him bite harder, causing the clown to scream again. Crocodile sighed and got up to help you deal with the mess.

“They’re still too young to wander around alone, they’ll just create trouble” he tried to convince you again.

“But... Miss Banana Split was sad” you said worriedly as you looked at the lizard in your arms who was smiling happily like a baby in his parents arms. Crocodile could feel Mihawk's eyes on him from the animal's name but he decided to ignore it.

“They are sweet animals, they don’t get sad” he tried to convince you, ruffling your hair.

“Of course they stay! Mr. Banana even whines!” You said with a huge hurt pout, heavens you really loved those animals...

“Look at feelings, I don’t know, but this pest is really hungry and is about to swallow my leg, so if you can have a father-son moment another time, I’d appreciate it!” Buggy screamed desperately, shaking his leg again, trying to free the animal, but in vain.

“Sorry, Mr. Buggy… Drake is eating too much these days…” you said, releasing the one in your arms and going to take the other one off the clown’s leg. Luckily the animal was happy to be picked up by you and easily released its prey.

“Drake?” Buffy looked at you perplexed, was that the fucking name you chose?

“Don’t you dare” Crocodile growled at him as if he could read his thoughts. It was a clear message, make my son ashamed of the names he chose and you will become real bananawani food.

“They like being close to you daddy” you said petting Drake who was rubbing against you, the other two cubs at Crocodile’s feet.

“Of course they do, I was there when they were born, that doesn't mean you can let them loose like that” he crouched down to your height “They're still cubs and without training, you won't find it fun if they actually eat someone's leg would you?” Crocodile would find it hilarious, but you were a good-hearted child so you just shook your head “See? So for now let’s keep them in the tank and teach them some tricks, if they can behave you can spend more time with them, okay?”

"Okay!" You smiled happily at the possibility of continuing the walk with your animals, without waiting any longer you picked up Drake and dragged him out of the room, followed by the other two animals.

Crocodile sighed, satisfied that you would obey him for now, at least this way he would stop hearing the clown crying.

“Drake? Seriously? What the fuck is that name? For a bananawani!” Buffy said shocked once you were far enough away, he wasn't even paying attention to the ruined maps.

“Shut up…” your father would also love to know where you got that name from but that was an answer that not even you had.

“I actually found Miss Banana Split quite charming” Mihawk said with a cocky grin at Crocodile who just snorted, getting annoyed. He didn't mind having a son as his weakness, but having that weakness exposed and made fun of was something he hadn't gotten used to yet.

“Go back to work” he said irritably, just wanting to pretend that none of that had happened.

[invye]

Dressrosa would obviously be quite different in the CoraMiShanks AU, given that, well, Rosinante is there to help kick Doffy's behind, but I'm not sure if I want to touch the happenings in present day canon yet.

HOWEVER! I am once again thinking about how in canon Zoro dragged Law into the party after---

Zoro dragging Law along to have a drink and they inevitably talk about swords (it's Zoro and Law carries an interesting blade, what did you expect?) when Zoro, slightly tipsy, lets slip that he trained with old Hawkeyes for two years.

Law, already fully sloshed (seriously he should have known better than to try matching Zoro for drinks), immediately goes: "Does Hawk-san's 'training' still include tossing you across the entire island and letting you fend against the stupid monkeys for yourself?"

And Zoro just absolutely loses it. What do you mean Law knows that he's spend most of those two years traipsing around lost on that stupid foggy island?? What do you mean Hawk-san???

And drunk Law long-windedly explains that he grew up with Mihawk around, even lived in his dilapidated castle for a while with Cora-san, before they returned to the North Blue so Law could finish school. He even had extended dealings with the Red Emperor during that time, and don't belive what anyone tells you, they're both stupid powerful, but also stupid dorks, it's unbelievable how Cora-san is so attached to these idiots...

And while Law drunkenly prattles on, Zoro is sitting there, head in his hands, realising Hawkeyes actually did a good job with Law, even though his technique is disappointingly reliant on his devil fruit; which means that Hawkeyes probably also did a good job with him, and that on top of that, he might actually really care..?

Druing the trip from Zou to Wano with the Heart Pirates, Zoro learns that they all know Hawkeyes, or Hawk-san as Law calls him and they copy; because when they first set out he showed up all intimidating with his huge sword and unwavering stare and icily told them to "stay safe" and "don't bite off more than you can chew" and "here is my contact, do not use it" and he has shown up somewhat regularly since, especially after Cora-san officially joined the crew when they entered the New World.

Zoro is left sitting there with the knowledge that Hawkeyes apparently has at least three vaguely adopted children, and that he does care. And Zoro has no idea how he is supposed to feel about the knowledge that he is one of those children now.

[loganwritesprobably]

First Dates With.. (One Piece)

First dates with Crocodile, Mihawk and Robin, characters decided by the recent poll I did to see what characters people liked. I'll do a second round of those polls in the future, with a slightly bigger audience for this sort of thing and set to seven days each

Reader is gender neutral for all three shorts

Crocodile had a sense of all things expensive, and it was hardly a stretch to believe that the same thing would apply to the way he treated you. He'd courted you not so gently, with daring touches and flirtatious words, and now you were finally doing something together officially. You'd figured you knew him well enough to know what to expect by now, and it turned out that you were right. He'd taken you out to a richer area of Alabasta, far from the capital and closer to the west coast, where affluent people lived away from the general riff raff. You supposed if Crocodile wasn't so busy attempting to take over the country, he'd probably want to live here too.

The restaurant was gorgeous, and you'd expected that you'd be taken somewhere exactly like this. Grand chandeliers, golden decorations, waiters dressed in the finest fabrics even for their working uniform. It was gorgeous, there was no doubt, though perhaps a little high brow for you. After all, you were what these people considered riff raff.

He'd made a reservation, and followed the waiter without concern for fitting in or price. This was what it was to date a man like him, and it was a nice change of pace compared to men who never showed up or expected you to all the work to keep the relationship going, but doubts crept in too. You sat without a word to the waiter, and took the menu in hand - it didn't even have prices on. "If you were worried about ordering the cheapest thing available, stop. Money is no issue, you know that." Crocodile said with a smile, the soft kind that you knew he didn't show to anyone else. It made you feel special. You didn't reply, just laughed and shook your head, and read over the menu for what you wanted.

He ordered for the two of you when the waiter came back around, sensing your discomfort, and once the waiter was gone, he struck up a conversation. He started with familiar topics, like the casino, and his warlord meetings, and your tension began to ease. It didn't take long for it to feel like you and Crocodile were the only ones in the room. "He's obsessed." You remarked with a laugh, quickly moving some hair from your face. "It's disgusting." Crocodile replied with a grimace, glancing up as the waiter returned with your food. You each took your plate, and you looked down at it with a smile. It looked damn good. "Well, nothing more about him then, because this food certainly isn't."

You ate mostly in silence for the first few minutes, enjoying the flavours, and the quiet company that Crocodile was so good at proving. He didn't need to say anything, just his presence was enough. "Did you see the newspaper yesterday?" You asked after a minute, pausing between bites so you could speak without being rude. "I'm not sure I did." He remarked, head slightly tilted with curiosity. "New rookie bounty released, pretty high for someone so new, and coming from the East Blue." You said, setting your fork back down on your plate so that you could use your hands to speak without making any mess. "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about." "Not for you, of course, but it doesn't hurt to keep an eye on rising stars." "You seem interested in him, or optimistic at least." "Well, he's a D. They're all interesting."

Everything with Crocodile seemed to come easy. He was so unapproachable, so frightening often, a harsh and dangerous man. Not to you. He'd decided that he liked you, and so he treated you like royalty because he'd decided that you deserved that. He tried not to lose his temper when you were involved, and never as a direct result of you - he never apologised if he did lose his temper, but he made sure to check in on you, and make sure you were okay afterward.

The rest of the meal went off without a hitch, and the meal was perfect. You couldn't complain about anything that Crocodile did for you, even his displays of wealth were done with careful consideration for your interests and tastes. You opted not to get a dessert, the main course was perfectly filling, and instead decided to take your leave. Crocodile paid out of earshot, so you couldn't concern yourself with what he'd spent.

The best part of the night, however, was when Crocodile effortlessly scooped you up into his arms, holding you close and tightly. "What are you-" "Just trust me." Crocodile said softly, a smirk on his face that promised mischief, and then he turned to sand. He travelled swiftly across the Alabastan desert, with you kept safe and sound in the centre of the storm, far better transport than any camel or crab you could've commandeered. You screamed and howled with laughter, after you recovered from your initial shock. It was almost magical.

He deposited you directly outside your door, gracefully setting you down and returning to his solid shape. "Are you alright?" "It was worth trusting you." That sentiment seemed to shock, or maybe even scare, Crocodile. He took your hand in his and gently kissed your knuckles. "I'll see you again soon." He practically promised, then once again he turned to sand, carried away on the soft evening breeze, toward the casino once again.

Being invited back to Mihawk's island was an honour, really. He had been so polite, and openly given you the chance to refuse his invitation, but of course you hadn't. He'd offered you his hand to help you into his little coffin shaped boat, then climbed in after you, untying it from the dock and setting sail. Despite the small size of his boat, you had no fear of danger, because he was there to look after you and make sure that you were just fine. There was no risk when Mihawk was there to protect you. The sail was nice, with the sea breeze blowing gently over your skin, the salt in the air, and the warm beams of the sun gently beating down on you.

Kuraigana was not as nice as the open ocean, but it was exactly what you'd been expecting it to be. It was dark, gloomy and overcast - at least there was less risk of skin cancer from the sun. Probably. But, it was quaint in a way. You knew he was the only person living there, and that he had taken to cultivating the land in order to grow his own produce for times that he couldn't sail for fresh produce from other islands. He also lived in a castle which was a huge bonus in your books, even if it was dusty (you hadn't asked about the dust, because you didn't dare, but there was no way he was keeping an entire castle free of dust that would be a full time job for one guy).

When you arrived, he docked with ease, and helped you back up and out of the boat. A date, in his own home, rather than some fancy restaurant or in a park on some nice summery island. Instead, you'd be dining at the table he used every night, eating a meal that he'd prepared himself - because not only is he the world's greatest swordsman but he also cooks - and then you'd spend the rest of the evening in front of a warm fire before heading to sleep in a spare bedroom because he refused to ferry you back to your island in the dark, that was a risk he didn't want to take.

Like a true gentleman, Mihawk offered you his arm to take, and you dutifully hooked hand around the crook of his elbow to be guided up to the castle. It wasn't so bad, you'd expected the island to be colder, and yet it was a perfectly comfortable temperature. You could hear the hooting of the humandrills amongst the trees that Mihawk had already warned you about, and so the sound didn't worry you. Apparently they'd come to some sort of civil agreement to leave each other alone, which suited you just fine. The castle was cleaner than you'd expected, though sparsely decorated which you had expected, only the necessities like a rack for Yoru and candles to keep the place lit in the entryway.

You headed right to the dining room after you'd both taken off your shoes and Mihawk had taken your coat to be hung on a stand near the door, and it was a large room. A dining table sat in the middle of the room, far larger than you thought he'd need considering he lived here alone - when it struck you that it was likely none of this was Mihawk's, rather having been left behind by whoever had lived here before. You took a seat at the table, though pulled it out to be more comfortable, while Mihawk set a record to play on the other side of the room. The music was less classical than it looked like he'd enjoy, more so rock in style, and you found yourself interested in all you were learning.

Mihawk disappeared to cook, and it didn't take long, maybe a half hour for him to prepare the meal. He brought out spaghetti in a delicious red, wine-based sauce (very Mihawk) served with what you were fairly sure was sea beast meat. He also presented a side dish filled with garlic bread (not a vampire then, good to know), as well as the rest of the bottle of wine that he'd used to cook for the two of you to drink. You took your first bite and almost moaned - he wasn't just a cook, he was a brilliant cook. Better than most you'd encountered. You ate with enthusiasm and vigour, happy to sit together in silence aside from the music playing in the background - you'd replaced the record with another one at some point while he was cooking.

"So, you made that pretty fast, all things considered." You remarked when all your pasta was gone, and a slice of garlic bread was in your hand. "Most things I have pre-prepared and frozen, so that my day can end with ease whenever I return from where I've been, especially since I frequently take long trips away from home." He replied, sipping at his wine, casually reclined in his chair. "Smart. You're an amazing cook by the way." "Thank you, dear." He'd never called you that before, and it made a little buzz shoot up your spine, and your face turn warm. Dear. You liked it.

He took away the dishes once you were both done, and you followed after him, intent on helping him clean up. You refused to let him turn you away. While he washed, you dried, and in no time everything was done and returned to where it belonged. He then led you out to the living room where you curled up in matching arm chairs in front of the grand fireplace he'd mentioned, once again listening to music, and now enjoying books. A perfect night, if you said so yourself. And you did.

You'd offered to organise the date, since you were the one to suggest going on a date to begin with, but Robin had insisted that she wanted to plan it, and you couldn't find the strength to deny her. You had no idea what to expect, but you found that you didn't mind too much. She surprised you a day after the ship had docked at another island, and told you to meet her in the town centre at midday on the dot. You could do that. You spent the morning with Sanji, while he took stock of what the ship had and needed, you cleaned the surfaces and sharpened the knives, just to offer a helping hand where you were needed. Just before midday, you left the ship to locate the town centre.

There, already waiting, was Robin. "You're early." She said, standing from the bench she'd been sitting on to reach out for you. "Well I wasn't going to be late." You replied with a smile, leaning in to kiss her cheek. It may be your first date, but you and Robin had known each other for some time now, affection came easily between you two. With your hand in hers, she gently began to guide you away from the square and the fountain at its centre, into the town.. and then back out of it on the other side. You had no idea where you were headed, but you had nothing less than the utmost trust in the girl you'd chosen to call your own.

She guided you away from the town, into the trees at the edge, and through them. She did it easily, as if she'd done it a hundred times before even though you knew it was the first time that either of you had been to the island. Just one of her many talents, you supposed, and that was why you cared for her as much as you did. She was incredible. You bobbed and weaved between the trees, over rotting stumps and roots grown out of control, all while hand in hand. When you passed through the trees, finally, the light shining down on you again, you were in a large open field. You weren't sure you'd ever seen grass so green, and the flowers growing amongst the blades were beautiful, creating the perfect spot for a date. You scanned over the area, and finally your eyes fell on a blanket, and a basket.

With a warm smile, Robin gently tugged your hand to keep you moving, and you followed once again as she led you to the blanket she'd set up, where there was a basket of food and drinks provided by Sanji, and some of the local market stalls. You sat down first, still amazed by the scenery, unable to take your eyes away from the natural beauty. And then Robin stepped into your sightline and you had to wonder how anything could've distracted you from her beauty. She sat beside you, and you reached out to squeeze her thigh. "You like it then?" She asked, reaching for the basket to pull a flask full of cola kept cool inside for the two of you to drink. "It's beautiful, just like you." You replied, and she laughed airily. You weren't sure either of you had stopped smiling since you'd met up in the town centre. You took a cup from her, filled with cola, and the cold of the drink cut up the heat of the day. It wasn't an unbearable heat, but still the cool drink was welcomed.

The two of you ate, drank, and shared idle chatter, talking about the crew and the town, and what islands may be in your future. Things always came so easily with Robin, you never had to worry about what she was thinking or whether you were doing the right thing. There was no wrong thing to do. She'd been intimidating when you'd first met, but now you struggled to remember why aside from in battle, she was so gentle, and gorgeous like the perfect flower. You wanted to kiss her - so you did. You leaned in closer, waiting for her to finish her sentence before you sealed your lips together, a smile on your face all the while. She rested a hand on your upper thigh, happy to kiss lazily under the sun - you were in no hurry after all.

[blacklegsanjiii]

I saw the post you reblog (about Bepo and Law and favouritism) and it got me thinking what if Sanji and Bepo got closer in Wano (because he is so fluffy and warm) and Chopper got jealous lol.

Like beforehand other than the ladies Chopper always got special treatment, but now it's the ladies, Chopper, and Bepo.

Also I feel like it will fit into the golden!Sanji, Sanji is not into stuffed animal, he is literally is into real animal. Always try to bring home real animal (tame and wild) that Mihawk have a hard time saying no to.

Idk it's so weird and random

Welcome back! This is hilarious and I think fits in really well with Lawsan too.

Sanji definitely brought a lot of animals to Mihawk. After a while Sanji got along with the human drills but they're not pets. It seemed almost every supply runs Sanji would wander up with some new animal to Mihawk. Mihawk takes a deep breath and tells his son gently at first that they cannot have an animal on the island because of the human drills. The more it happens though the more bland and less gentle as the years go on.

Mihawk will find his child in a park covered in animals. Sanji gets a flea bath every time before they leave and it's almost comical to the point that Sanji will just do it. Before he leaves for Baratie Mihawk warns Zeff, who doesn't believe him.

Until Sanji befriended almost all the East Blues animals during restocks. Mihawk laughs, sharp and short over the den den before hanging up on Zeff. He won't say 'i told you so' but he will laugh. Sanji is probably so good with animals because of his observation haki but that also means he's amazing with minks. But Chopper is first and Chopper sees Sanji spoil the ladies and while it's not to the same level Chopper's sweet tooth is often catered too. Plus when Chopper has nightmares Sanji will take him to the galley and make hot cocoa with lots of whip cream and marshmallows and sprinkles.

When Sanji starts screwing around with Law, he keeps hearing about Bepo and loves hearing about Law's crew from the surgeon. He shares some facts about his dad in exchange. He hears all about Bepo and Law teases him about the ladies and Chopper which Sanji laughs off, says they're cute like Bepo in a way. Sanji also says he can't wait to meet Bepo. He doesn't get to meet Bepo until he's in Wano. When the crews are all gathered and Luffy is proudly displaying the 'Dracule Sanji' and it's not the 330,000,000 bounty, it's like 700 million something if not higher. Law is rubbing his temples. Sanji looks exhausted and falls asleep and Bepo lays next to him because he's tired and then passes out. Sanji burrows into the bear to sleep and Law is losing it internally. As is Chopper because it happens through all of Wano. They're freaking out in different ways.

Eventually Sanji brings Chopper with him to the Tang and tells Law they're having a sleepover and to get Bepo and as much as he wanted alone time with his boyfriend he agrees but has his questions. It's before they leave Wano so they have more time after the raid and Chopper has said he missed cuddling Sanji and has been getting jealous so Sanji smiles and hauls him up.

"Why are we doing this?" Law asks.

"Chopper thinks I like Bepo too much but he hasn't cuddled Bepo so I need to show him and I do it now you won't be as pissy later." Sanji points at as Chopper hides his face in embarrassment and calls him a dummy and meanie.

"I take offense." Law bites as he leaves to get Bepo.

"You were supposed!" Sanji yells after him. When he returns with the bear and they all lay on Law's bed(and Bepo because he takes up most of the bed) it only takes a few minutes for the bear to be out and Sanji tucking Chopper into his front as Law spoons, pouting into her neck.

"Wow he is soft." Chopper yawns.

"Mhm, so are you, Chopper, now get some sleep." Sanji coos as he pets him. He falls asleep not long after and Sanji puffs a laugh softly. "You're still pouting." He smirks.

"I thought Nico-ya and Zoro-ya spoiled him enough." Law grumbles.

"He's adorable, I can spoil him too. No one said I couldn't." Sanji grins as Law adjusts himself to lean over him. "By all accounts I spoil you as well, shitty surgeon."

"Oi." Law gruffs.

"You sound like my dad. He would always get upset when I brought something home, even when it wasn't dangerous." Sanji pouts this time. Law looks at him appalled and taken back.

"What the hell were you bringing home to Mihawk that made him upset?" He asks.

"Birds, mice, rats, a few cats, one time a circus broke out on the island we'd do supply runs at and he and the ring leader found me with most of the animals. Then he killed the ring leader." Sanji lists off.

"You're like a goddamned fairytale princess." Law says kissing him.

"Mm, he wasn't happy when I found a wolf and wanted to keep it." Sanji hums.

"Did you?" Law grins.

"No, shitty bastard said we had the human drills and that was enough." Sanji bemoans.

"My poor darling, you only had some apes on the island as pets." Law laughs as he lays back down after they share another kiss.

"Nah, they had swords, they weren't pets." Sanji mumbles as sleep starts taking him. Law blinks a few times as the words sink in but he's out by the time he collects his thoughts on the matter.

[diminuel]

Hi!! What are your thoughts on CrocHawk?

I might have answered this before but I do think it's an interesting ship, one of probably the most stable ones for Crocodile (I'm a Crocodile girl so that's how I'm looking at things) that you could come up with in terms of what we know in canon.

Mihawk easily agreed to teaming up with Crocodile. I don't know if Crocodile is just that charismatic that he simply manages to sell others, even someone like Mihawk, the idea of his Utopia. It's clear that Mihawk seems to want to lead a quiet life, which means that Utopia probably accommodates it. Interestingly enough, they also seem to share the same very short temper and violent tendencies when it gets to Buggy. Maybe it's not surprising because Mihawk took down Don Krieg's entire armada just because they disturbed his nap. No matter how calm and collected he always seems this man's easy to disturb and has an abundance of violence stored inside of him.

Also the whole "we don't trust anyone" thing. Is that coming to tragically bite them in the ass at one point or have they somehow decided to trust each other after all? Is this a partnership of convenience that will ultimately come to an end or is this a romance forged over shared dreams, wine and clown torture?

Time will tell.

Maybe.

[deadboyswalking]

Reading your bitey shanks headcanon and entertaining myself with adult Buggy very much being into the idea of being bitten again during encounters behind closed doors and being VERY dumb and not communicating his needs, and thusly trying VERY hard to drop hints to Shanks, who is now trying VERY hardly to resist the urge, because he is under the impression that Buggy absolutely hates it when he does that.

Cue Buggy basically offering spots for Shanks to bite him on on a platter all „Ohhh it’s so hooot today uuuugh, let me loosen up my collar a bit. OUCH! Shanks! I think I got stung by something poisonous, stop being so useless and suck it out!“ and Shanks just avoiding looking at Buggy at all. „Just a mosquito.“ and then hastily excuses himself. „IF I’LL DIE ITS ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT YOU UNFLASHY DOLT!“

Probably ends with Buggy blowing up at Shanks about being piss poor at taking a hint and Shanks FINALLY getting to satisfy that urge.

The next time Crocodile and Mihawk see Buggy he looks like he got mauled by Piranhas on steroids in a kiddy pool, but his demeanor is akin to someone who just woke up from the best sleep they had in ages and utterly refreshed. They wisely decide not to think about that.

I love this so much 💖 so many different scenarios here

Buggy: And you should see the other guy!

Shanks: *stumbles out out of Buggy's tent with a dazed look on his kiss-mark covered face*

Mihawk: Do you– do you think the clown was attacked by a Sea King?!

Crocodile: *takes a long puff on his cigar* More like a sea emperor.

[quinloki]

Hi!! Could i get your opinion on the kinks marks, Face sitting and somnophilia with buggy, croco and mihawk?

Thx you <3

Oooooh, the polycule of the decade (I kid, kind of. Maybe. Talk about an interesting dynamic though >.>). AHEM - Sure, sure, I am going to say that I've been denying my love for Buggy for months, so I guess this is one way to help me admit my truth.

Also hey, I get to make Mihawk head canon on the fly, Let's Do This \o/

Lets do this one by Character - Alphabetically as you have already so thoughtfully provided <3 xD

Buggy:

Marks - Buggy doesn't strike me as an overly possessive type. He's certainly passionate enough to leave marks and get marked, but I don't think he's the kind of person that does it with intent. He rates a Sure for this, as in, he's not against it, but he's not giving it much thought either. At some point he does some serious introspection when you offer to get a tattoo somewhere that's his jolly roger. He doesn't know why the suggestion is hot as hell, he's never cared when anyone else on his crew got tattooed before, but you two go quite a few rounds that night.

Face Sitting - (Okay but that nose is like a wand bulb and I just... ) Ah, Buggy likes to give pleasure. He likes the praise that's won from your lips when he's making you feel good, and if his nose gives him an advantage then who is he to complain? This is a FUCK Yes, and he'll even detach his tongue (what a wonderful devil fruit) to push deeper inside you.

Somnophilia - Yes - Yes, but, he doesn't know it's a thing. So this poor man spends a few sleepless nights watching you sleep, getting riled up without knowing why, and probably worrying there's something wrong with him. He doesn't hide or handle stress well, so I'm sure it won't be long before you're asking him what's wrong and shortly after that when you're talking about it. With your consent in place the experimenting begins. He likes the soft moans and response in your sleepy body, but he's a flashy guy and it's a little too subtle.

Sir Crocodile:

Marks - Oh god you don't even know - I head canon Croco as very possessive. Bruises, marks, lines and splotches of rough pleasure, things he's pushed into your body. He loves it. You might not ever hear him say it directly, but it is fuel for him. A more Toxic Croc may brand or tattoo you against your will, but a more stable Crocodile will eventually ask if he could design a tattoo for you, or (depending on your kinks that he'd know so well) actually scar you.

Toxic or stable, a crocodile never lets go of what it catches.

Face Sitting - FUCK Yes - I just... I mean, I wrote 628 words inside of a multi-chapter fic that was sitting on this man's face while he just devoured you orgasm after orgasm. I don't know what more I could say other than he lives up to his name sake, because you are not going to be free of his jaws unless he's decided to let you go.

Somnophilia - I dunno - I don't think this is really Croco's vibe. I mean, I think he enjoys watching you sleep in a "they feel safe sleeping soundly around me, and I love that" kind of way. I'm sure watching over you while you sleep you'll move or moan or do something that also reminds him that there's attraction there, but I don't think he'd leave you sleeping at that point. He doesn't want to hear half-sleepy mumbled moans, he wants you to squirm and thrash under him, crying out pleasure and his name clearly.

Mihawk:

Marks - Sure/Yes - He's not against marking you, and he's definitely passionate enough to leave loving bites and bruises. But he's a legendary swordsman, and that means will and control. Almost unparalleled control, so I feel like he'd be sure and strong and incomprehensibly gentle. You wouldn't ever call his touch soft, or weak or anything like that. It's certain you're in the arms of someone who isn't letting you squirm away, but he will hold you in place with unyielding skill, and if you want him to leave traces of that skill on you, then he most certainly will.

Face Sitting - Yes - he's here for it, and has nothing against it, but I think he has a preference of having you on your back while he eats you out. It's a better view/angle for him, and there's a lot more options that way. Though, your back against the wall, him standing, holding your core against his face - that position for face sitting might just be his vibe.

Somnophilia - Yes - He would never admit to such recklessness, but Mihawk is enamored with you, there's simply no two ways about it. For him to focus on anything that isn't his swordsmanship means you've carved (heh) a place in his heart and life that's undeniable. It's complete and sometimes it's almost overbearing to him. He's not surprised to find himself turned on by your sleeping form, though he may grumble about needing more training (to himself). He does take some time to admit it to you and talk about it, and is certainly happy to have your blessing to do whatever he needs to help him take care of that desire.

And this unnaturally gentle and skilled man can have his way with you while you sleep and have you cleaned up and back in bed without disturbing a moment of your precious rest. Usually the only reason you even know anything happened is because your hair's damp in the morning from the bath.

Kinky One Piece Head Canon

[wordy-little-witch]

I'm experiencing some Emotions atm so I'm gonna project on my little clown man -

TW for talks of periods

Trans masc Buggy who can't get cut/stabbed/sliced/diced. The availability of hormones and HRT is limited due to both canon scientific development and micromanagement from the government. He's a chemist, so he can synthesize his own HRT ((and has the survival instincts to know they NEED medical professionals, so he probably shares that info with them)), but it's not a one and done type of deal.

In Impel Down, he wasn't able to access his T. He was in there for a few months, so he was having hormone shifts there for a hot minute before finally being freed. It's one of the reasons he kept his stubble - it helped with the dysphoria.

He gets out, gets back on track, keeps the stubble bc it helped, he liked it, etc. He had a few times where he wanted to shave again but decided against it.

Now on to the Evil Polycule.

Crocodile and Mihawk's take over and implementation of Cross Guild came with some changes to the budget, including Croc just putting a full stop on Buggy's chemicals for a time. He decided to bite the bullet and send what he had to the pharmacists to keep them afloat bc he's actually a good captain. He just.. has limited meds for himself.

So it's a few months into the Guild, Buggy has been off T for a little while now, he's not having too many issues, they're all starting to get to an even keel, and they're even expanding the budget for the chemicals for the pharmacy and also his tools for his weapons. Things are looking up!!!

And then... Buggy starts his period.

And he is spiraling.

He holds up in his room, wrapped in a blanket cocoon, in the dark, curled up tightly against the cramps that are hooked into his abdomen and the sudden wash of dysphoria. He's usually better about this. He usually doesn't struggle this much. Somehow this is worse, he doesn't know why, but he is not okay.

He's not okay at all.

Mihawk and Crocodile are left waiting on him for a meeting. And when it hits a certain point, they're angry, annoyed, and they go looking for him (they are not concerned, they tell themselves, they're not-). They find Alvida, Galdino and Ritchie in the clown's quarters. Ritchie actually gives a warning growl, eyes lidded but sharp. Alvida pales but meets their gaze head on. Galdino is shaking like a leaf, but he doesn't back down.

That alone starts ringing alarm bells.

They ask, they get vague answers at best, and then Mihawk catches the scent of blood. He moves in a swirl of black-and-gold, straight to Buggy's room, straight to Buggy.

It's a bit of a hot mess, but there's an understanding that grows. Crocodile understands, sharing a vulnerability of his own, asks tentatively if Buggy has ever reached out to Ivankov.

Buggy curls up further - as much as he can, at least, with Ritchie pressed against his lap and tummy, purring a storm with kitty worship eyes - and admits that he has. Iva's hormone treatments are injections, and while some devil fruit abilities can circumvent others, that's not the case for him. They've tried. The only option to make it work is seastone or sea water on/around Buggy, which could impact the hormones or Iva's abilities as well.

Also, Buggy admits with grit teeth, Iva's tendency to force sex changes as a punishment rubs him the wrong way.

He tells the two dark haired men about his medicines, how he makes them himself and how his stash has been running low; tells them how he had thought he had enough until the shipment came in with the stuff for his weapons making and the pharmaceuticals; he tells them how he'd given his spare stock to the med tents when they joined because of the denial for the existing budget Buggy had in place.

They feel guilty with the realization.

They decide then that since their actions led to this, it is only fair that they assist. Mihawk brews a tea for Buggy's cramps, Crocodile uses his sand as a heating pad, cool fingers brush through Buggy's hair to help with the migraines, a warm hand and hook help support Buggy's weight when the pain crescendos and leaves him gagging.

Between them and Buggy's usual crew, it's the most cared for he's felt since before a booming laugh was cut shirt by swinging blades and a grin splattered messily onto cobblestone beneath sheets of rain.

[innerfare]

Type of Date - Part 2

Summary: What sort of dates do they take you on?

Characters: Shanks, Beckman, Crocodile, Corazon, Doflamingo, Mihawk, and Smoker

Genre: Fluff

CW: None // SFW

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Shanks: A carnival or fair for sure. He’ll bet you a kiss you can’t get a higher score than him throwing darts at the balloon board and then proceed to ‘accidentally’ stumble into you when it’s your turn so you have no choice but to kiss him (also the sort to beg you for a kiss on the cheek and then turn his face so you kiss his lips). He’ll buy you cotton candy, funnel cakes, and all sorts of unhealthy confections, insisting he doesn’t want any only to steal big bites of yours. And when he loses at the ring toss, he’ll just steal a stuffed animal prize anyway claiming it’s an ethical crime because those games are rigged. You'll probably end up sitting at a bar for quite a while after having a few too many drinks.

Beckman: I know he doesn’t canonically own a motorcycle but I just really can see him having one and taking you out for a long, evening ride as a date (maybe a canonical equivalent would be him taking you out on the water, but we’re sticking with the motorcycle for now). You maybe end up on a cliffside sitting together on a picnic blanket, sharing a snack and something to drink. He might read to you, or you might just sit in comfortable silence with your head on his shoulder or his in your lap. Might also take you to a bookstore or small coffee shop he's been going to for ages. And wherever you go with Beckman, the two of you always end up watching the sunset together. 

Crocodile: Dinner and a show. The dinner will be textbook fine dining, with multiple courses and drinks; he orders for you at the restaurant. And the show will be something a little racy, like cabaret. He’s an asshole about it, too, accepting transponder snail calls in the middle of dinner, his mind on work most of the time. And in the middle of the show, just as it gets to the good part, he’ll step outside to smoke a cigar. If it’s a date he’s a little more present on, he might take you to a casino and teach you how to gamble (i.e., how to cheat at cards). 

Doflamingo: He’ll take you shopping first so he can have complete control over what you wear, and he’ll buy you multiple outfits, including shoes and jewelry, to commit you to multiple dates before the first is over. He takes you to dinner afterward and rents out the entire restaurant so it’s just the two of you; he refuses to share you. He might also book a spa day for you both (this man knows how to indulge in the finer things).

Corazon: Cora is all about those classic, romantic dates (especially ones where he doesn’t have to talk if he’s nonverbal in your relationship). He enjoys taking you to small cinemas that screen old films, especially old horror films that are pretty funny due to bad special effects, or else rent out a theatre or take you to the drive-in so you two can have some more privacy; you’ll stay long after the movie is finished and stargaze between kisses. 

Mihawk: He’ll take you on a private tour of a winery. You’ll sample expensive wines together and debate various flavors and aging processes (he’ll definitely judge you by your taste in wine). When you’re not in a heated debate, you’ll share light conversation, and after the sun sets, you’ll walk the fields together. He’ll steal a few kisses off you, too, and kiss your hand at the end of the night.  

Smoker: He might take you for a late night dinner (super private, super low-key, don’t think for a second he’ll be putting on a real shirt), or he might take you shooting so he can teach you a thing or two. He’ll most definitely stand behind you with his arms around you to correct your stance, and he’ll squeeze your shoulder when he tells you that you did a good job. 

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Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!

[ideas-4-stories]

Warning: Another Sensuous Idea

Cross Guild Romance Prompt: Would love to see Buggy be a dominating bottom, like literally holding Mihawk down on his front with a hand to the back of his neck and biting up his back before flipping him over and impaling himself onto the swordsman and it's the same with Crocodile. Just Buggy being the one in control and Mihawk and Crocodile are a little overwhelmed by how much they love it, especially if Buggy just goes dominator on them right out of the blue, because he just fucking felt like it.

Holy stars, I would love to see more of Buggy being in control in the bed to be honest. It’s definitely out of the blue, Crocodile and Mihawk will never know the next time it happens.

I guess it was quite a surprise the first time it happens to Mihawk and Crocodile. It’s probably a rarity, not something that often happens. Love Buggy just doing it because he fucking feels like it.

[chlorinewriter]

I'm working on a Mishanks piece for Whumpuary, tentatively titled Holy Heathens. It's going to be a self-contained one-shot for the AU I posted about priest-warrior Mihawk and heathen Shanks. Angsty (because we love a Mihawk who is so out of his depth) and very much playing around with the canon timeline (they've only just met like two weeks ago in the fic and are both adults) and I'm having so much fun writing! I don't wanna do too much worldbuilding but it's cramming its way in there anyways. So far on track to finish in January! I wanna keep myself motivated so here's a short fragment to share the angsty joy:

The first time Mihawk met the priest, he'd had other things on his mind. The duel with Shanks, the tie, the sheer strength of the man, the bewildering question of how a heathen could have such faith. It had been eating at Mihawk, and he'd gone to the priest of the small island solely to collect more information on his target.

He almost never approached his brethren clergy if he could avoid it, but the shaggy, redhaired sailor had surprised Mihawk. Shocked him, really. He didn't know where else to go to discuss the issue. The laypeople he'd tried to approach sang Shanks' praises or shrugged haplessly or muttered something barely comprehensible in their terror at his presence, no doubt remembering a neighbour slighted or a friend wronged and imagining Mihawk was about to wreak terrible redemption on their heads.

Not helpful for deciding if a heathen could somehow be holy.  

And as distracted as he was, Mihawk had taken about half an hour to recognize the signs. The fact it took so long is shameful, though he doesn't judge Shanks for not realizing fully that a devil was possessing Father Dresch, no matter how long it had been. As a Redeemer, Mihawk's training was brimming with ways to spot possession and sense demonic presences. Surely some backwater godless hadn't received such training.

Although apparently he had enough training to fight Mihawk to a draw. Whether that spoke to Shanks's intense proficiency or a dearth in Mihawk's training – a failure of the Church or Mihawk himself – was something he couldn't answer.

Regardless, the devil had not been disguised as well as it was claiming. "Fooling peasants is one thing," Mihawk says coldly, "and a Redeemer another thing entirely. You spent too long among peons if you forgot that." He pauses, returns the devil's stare with derisive aplomb. "The dirty hovel you were staying in suited you well, though."

Pain. It explodes inside him so suddenly that Mihawk cries out before biting off the scream. The agony continues in a billowing, hot miasma through his essence, and it's not until his forehead is grinding into the church's cold stone floor and the fire slowly ebbs that Mihawk realizes the devil has made him prostrate himself at its feet. As if kneeling wasn't enough.

Devils should not be able to influence him so much. The humiliation is an added pain, scalding his skin and making his heart pound like it's trying to find a way through his ribs. Could the devil really be such a powerful creature? Or is it something Mihawk has done or failed to do?

Even as he has the thought, it rings true.

Sweet Christ, just how badly has he allowed himself to be compromised? And all because of a fast sword and a captivating smile. All because of scarred eyes and a heathen who spoke about faith in a way that left Mihawk aching with dissatisfaction for what he didn't understand.    

For the first time since he broke through the church's doors, Mihawk is – not afraid, exactly. Or not afraid for his life. But he has not faced the prospect of failing one of his missions in more than a decade. He was supposed to investigate Shanks for heresy – a polite wording underlined by the tacit understanding he was to be executed – and now the man has probably lost his life and assuredly his arm defending Mihawk from an actual devil.

And Mihawk is going to fail. Fail his mission and fail Shanks, the heathen who ordered him with such ardent authority to do his duty.

The devil steps closer and it doesn't matter now. In his agony, in his negligence, Mihawk lost his grip on Yoru. He can barely turn his head, the skin of his forehead scraping against the floor as the devil's compulsion keeps him prostrated, and his eyes fall on the proud, black sweep of the blade. Not far from his hand. Still too far if he can't move.

And he barely can. But because he can, he does. Nothing could keep Mihawk still with Yoru so close. His hand drags across the ground, reaching for the solid familiarity of his weapon –

The demon steps on his fingers. Not with particularly spiteful weight – it doesn't want to damage his body, especially not when it can torture him in other ways – but hard enough to hurt. To pin him.  

More confidant now, and with Mihawk's insides shuddering in bewildered despair, it's no surprise, the devil reaches down. Actually touches Mihawk, if only to grab his hair in a fist and wrench his head up, making him meet those not-Shanks eyes. Too red, too red.

[rorywritesjunk]

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

Crocodile brings on a former assistant to manage Buggy and his workload. Buggy realizes he likes it when Taron praises him for the littlest things.

Rating: Honestly soft NC-17 due to what Buggy is doing at the end. Warning: Male msturbation towards the end again because Buggy can't help himself. Naked body is mentioned, surgical scars. 'See your crush naked and in the bath' trope. Fantasizing about someone. Word Count: 1,768 A/N: My self indulgent submissive Buggy fic. A big thank you to @be-not-afraid-gg for chatting with me about this fic because it helps sparks ideas and things to do it and I appreciate it so much! Thank you!

Title comes from “Take Me To Church” by Hozier.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7

Chapter 5

Days later, after being threatened in the meeting by Crocodile while Taron and Mihawk talked about other things, Buggy wondered how much more he could take. Between the threats from Crocodile and Mihawk, Taron still made him nervous. He still didn’t know if they were waiting for the perfect opportunity to kill him. It was nerve wracking. After Taron left the room, Crocodile turned to him, hook under his chin, making sure Buggy understood that Taron was there to make sure he got the job done and that he better not be giving them problems. After Buggy swore on his life that he was being good for Taron (mentally stopping himself from saying a good boy), Crocodile let him leave.

And after the day Buggy had, he was tired, frustrated, and wanted nothing more than a bath to relax. Having his own nice, private bathroom was a luxury. No one else was allowed to use it, just him. He didn’t need Richie’s fur clogging the drain or nails scratching the porcelain. He didn’t need to find chunks of Mohji’s hair or Cabaji’s long strands. Alvida had left makeup stains before once on some of his towels and Galdino left behind weird waxy residue once and Buggy never forgave him. His bathroom belonged to him and it was his alone to use.

So when he stepped into the bathroom, his hair in a bun on the top of his head, he wondered why the place already felt humid. Who would be using his bathroom without his permission?

There was someone in the tub. The water moved gently, splashing around. A content sigh. Buggy slowly turned, squinting through the steam, wondering who he had to scream at about being in here. He didn’t recognize them from the back of their head, but he cleared his throat and they turned to look at him. He froze.

“Oh, Buggy.” Taron said casually. “Didn’t hear you come in.”

Taron. A naked Taron. In his bathroom. They were naked in the tub. In his bathroom. Their hair was pulled back with a sparkly hair tie. They were grinning at him. That much Buggy could see. 

“I asked Mohji about using your bathtub.” They continued as they started to stand up, water dripping down their naked body, exposing themselves to Buggy. “He said it was fine.”

Probably because he was scared of you. Buggy thought as he covered his eyes with his hands. Seeing them naked wasn’t what he planned. He shouldn’t. He heard them stepping out of the water and he hesitated, but he peeked through his fingers to look at them. They were grabbing a towel to wrap around their waist, not paying attention to him. He could finally see their body without the bulky layer of clothes. 

Large scars along their chest, outlining where they had surgery, starting from the middle of their chest and clear under their arms. Their stomach was soft and round, making it difficult to secure the small towel around their waist properly. They turned it so one of their thighs was covered and the other exposed by the fold of the towel, showing off the large sea wolf tattoo that decorated their skin. They turned away for a moment and Buggy dropped his hands when he saw their back. Long, thin scratches decorated their back, from the base of their spine up to their shoulders. Bite marks were scattered along their thighs, hips, all the way up to their neck. 

Did Crocodile do that?

“I used one of your hair ties if that was okay.” They continued as they turned back around, reaching up to let their hair down. They put the tie in their mouth as they ran their fingers through their hair, trying to shake it loose. “Decided I didn’t want my hair wet.”

He kept staring. The marks on their back were… a lot. 

“Buggy?” They were putting their hair back into a low ponytail, still using the hair tie.

“I-I’m fine!” He insisted, covering his eyes once more. “I didn’t see anything!” 

He turned to walk out but the damp floor made it difficult. His foot slipped out from under him and he crashed to the ground. Dazed, he blinked slowly, looking up at the ceiling until Taron came into view, looking down at him with a frown.

“Are you okay?” They asked as they put their hand on his face, looking into his eyes to make sure he was okay. “That was quite a fall.”

“No, no, I’m fine!” Buggy said as he tried to sit up. His brain was still rattled from the fall. Taron scooted behind him, helping him up just enough to get his head off the floor and into their lap. No, no, no, this was too close. Too dangerous. He couldn’t let them see him so vulnerable. He tried to get up but they held him down with their hands on his shoulders.

“Keep still, don’t get up just yet.” They told him firmly. “Just take a second.”

He hated how he listened to them. Why did he? He should be screaming at them for invading his personal space, for using his hair tie, his bathtub, everything! Yet… he was okay for just a brief moment to let them move his head into their lap, their hands rubbing his shoulders gently, their body warm from the water. They must have used some kind of bath oil because he was smelling the lavender on them and it was helping him relax.

“Just take it easy, Buggy.” Taron said gently. “If I startled you, I didn’t mean to.”

His head hurt a little. He reached up to rub his face, frowning up at them. “What are you doing in my private bathroom?”

“I told you, I asked Mohji.” They chuckled softly. “He seemed nervous but told me I could use yours.”

He’d deal with Mohji later. “Huhh…”

“Mhm. You got quite the set up here.” They didn’t let up on rubbing his shoulders. It felt nice. “Thank you for letting me use it.”

“A-Any time, really!” Maybe the two of them could take a bath together next time? Could he suggest that?

“How are you feeling? Think you can stand?”

Did he have to? He wanted to stay like this even if the floor was damp and hard, his head and back hurting from the fall, but he didn't want to upset Taron so he nodded, starting to sit up but they helped, steadying him as he went along. They stood up first, reaching down with a hand to pull Buggy to his feet. They made sure he was steady, their touches gentle, something he wasn’t used to. He kept expecting them to do something to cause him pain: kick his feet out from under him, yank on his hair, something.

He… wouldn’t mind if they yanked on his hair, actually.

“Do you want help in the tub or are you okay?” They asked; why were they asking so many questions? They didn’t really care about him, they were just here for a paycheck from Crocodile to put up with Buggy. For all he knew they would drown him in the tub.

He jerked away from them, already missing their touch, as he shook his head. “I’m fine! I don’t need help! You should just go, okay, because I-I need privacy!”

Taron looked at him and he wondered if he made them upset. To his surprise, they just grinned as they went to collect their things. 

“Let me know if I can help you with anything.” They chuckled as they headed for the door. They paused and turned back to look at him. “I have your hair tie.”

“K-Keep it!” He replied in a high pitched voice, his face turning red. He wanted them gone. Having them in space was one thing, but they had been touching him while in a towel that barely covered them. He couldn’t believe he saw them naked and was still alive. 

“Very well, thank you.” They said as they headed for the door. “Thank you for letting me use the tub, let me know if I need to do anything to pay back the kindness.”

They walked out, Buggy staring at them as they left, his eyes taking in the sight of the marks left behind by Crocodile. Were they okay?

~

In bed that night, Buggy struggled falling asleep. He kept imagining Taron naked, smiling at him, touching him, helping him get undressed. He didn’t want to but he couldn’t help but picture them underneath him, moaning his name, begging for him to fuck them. Biting back a groan, he reached under his pillow, grabbing the sparkly cravat, wrapping around his cock as he began stroking himself. 

He imagined Taron under him, moaning Buggy’s name, clenching around him. He didn’t hesitate in grabbing one of his pillows and rolling on top of it. Was this depraved, imagining he was fucking someone who worked with him? Would Taron laugh at him if they found out that he was fantasizing about them while he humped his pillow? Maybe they would be okay with it, invite themselves back to his room, being gentle and kind to him. He saw their back and what Crocodile did to them. Buggy couldn’t imagine hurting someone like that, leaving marks over their body like that, even if he wondered how it would feel to bite them, leave his own mark like that…

He groaned, rocking his hips against the pillow as he stroked himself as he thought of Taron wrapping their legs around his waist, moving their body with his as they moaned for him, begging him for more. He squeezed his cock, gritting his teeth as he thought of them kissing him, telling him how wonderful he was, that he was the most important part of the Cross Guild, that Crocodile was nothing like Buggy, too weak compared to the fearsome clown.

He could get off on their praise alone, not needing anything other than you’re being such a good boy for me, something they had said as he signed the last bit of paperwork for the day. Buggy wanted their hand on his cheek, a piece of candy in his mouth, looking into their eyes as they said those kind words to him. 

It was embarrassing how fast he came just then, making a mess on the pillow. He pulled it out from under him, tossing it to the floor before using the scarf to clean himself up. Fuck, he was going to need another bath.