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sordidmusings · 8 months

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Cuddling Headcanons - Straw Hats and the Three Unwise Men

A/N: Just mulling over something sweet and something to reference back to for my own use in future writings. I just wanna give all of them some love tbh I am a slut for affection

Includes! Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Luffy, Usopp, Mihawk, Buggy, and Shanks

Warnings: gn!reader, all fluff, opla leaning for the most part but I think it can fit both pretty well, an innuendo or two

Part 2 (drabbles for each character) here!

Enjoy some guided daydreams!

Zoro

Partial touches during naps were how he started interacting with your personal space but your lap no longer belongs to you it is now his pillow

Honestly, basically any of you is a pillow whenever he decides - I don't care if you are significantly shorter than him he will find a way to fall asleep on your shoulder

For more contact, you need to be the one to cling to him but he does absolutely need to be touching you at least a bit

Once he gets used to it he’ll give you a look any time you’re depriving him of his daily intake of physical affection (the sass king will always get his tribute)

He absolutely melts like a cat in the sun if you massage at any of his muscles, could be anything as much as an evening dedicated to working out every knot he has or as simple as putting intentional pressure behind your thumb as it circles and drags along his skin

He can get nervous about kissing you when it’s not on the lips - something about it feels more vulnerable to him somehow - so if he does venture to kiss your cheek or head or shoulder or hand please reassure him with a smile or your own kisses or a firm squeeze

He gets better about being seen hugging/holding you eventually, but will never get comfortable with giving more than pecks on the cheek or forehead around the others. Maaaaaaybe the corner of your lips if he’s feeling ~spicy~

Sanji

Back hugs, back hugs, back hugs-

He’s always making sure that the two of you brush hands or arms when near each other, even after you two establish a relationship it will always give him tingles

Likes to be very intertwined when you cuddle - if he can somehow wrap around you more then he absolutely will

He is The Best at tracing shapes gently on your skin, just like with brushing hands he never tires of it because, wow, he gets to touch you! He still can’t believe it sometimes

Very good at making you feel cherished when he holds you because of the way he always seems to take his time and ease into it and constantly caress you not to say that there’s never a time he’s hurried and ravenous

It also helps that he’s always whispering sweet nothings to you about how wonderful you are, how beautiful and precious and lovely and kind and capable and special

When he wants to trap you while cuddling, he wraps his legs around you and uses their absurd strength for evil

He will melt if you ever do the same to him and he will happily be at your whims to cuddle until you've decided it's enough, all of you could be under attack but he is staying right where you want until you decide that he needs to move

Loooooves showering you with sweet little kisses anytime you're cuddling

He can sometimes get carried away with pda because he forgets that there’s anyone else around whoops

Nami

She has her legs on your lap always - sometimes while she's laying/leaning back, sometimes with one leg hooked over one of yours, sometimes basically sitting on your lap

She likes to be the one that is held and feels most comfortable with her face snuggled into something (please nurture her and that scared, lonely inner child)

Enjoys brushing the tip of her nose across you, especially across your cheek or neck or the tip of your own nose

She likes to hook your arms together whether you’re standing next to each other during a convo or you’re walking or she’s sitting next to you, she just loves the casual contact and how she can use it to be playful and pull you around or use it to stay close and let others know that both of you are taken do not even think about it keep moving along dude

She’s very weak to hugs where you pick her up a few inches off the ground for a second, they send her heart racing (bonus points if you’re noticeably taller or shorter than her and do this)

She’s also weak for words of affirmation, especially when you speak them to her while you hold each other in the quiet hours of night

For some reason literally being on your lap around others is fine but if you give her a kiss to the temple while that's happening? Suddenly it's Too Much, both in how sweet it is and also because she’s being perceived while it's happening

Luffy

Any/all contact is being had whenever he’s with you

If he’s on the floor next to you then your calf is now his teddy bear, if you’re on the floor near him he’ll snatched your torso with his legs, if you’re sat near him he’s wrapping both arms around one of yours to snuggle it

One of his favorites is leaning your backs against each other, he feels really supported and the way you occasionally lean and twist your head back to nuzzle his or give him a quick kiss makes him smile with the utmost joy

He will carry and move you around in the strangest ways - fireman carry, one arm around your waist while you’re upside down, your knees hooked over his shoulders while the rest of you hangs down, you trying to koala to his side, one time you were curled completely around his waist like a pool floaty - no one understands why you two can’t be normal

Likes to be the one to hold you so he can fidget when he needs without feeling like he has to unlatch you first, this is especially when you two are laid down and/or going to be cuddling together for awhile

PDA doesn’t bother him at all, he doesn’t give a fuck if anyone sees you snuggled up together, doesn’t even occur to him that he should care

His playfulness will come out often with dramatic “mwah!” kisses, nipping at you, blowing raspberries on your skin, and the occasional tickling

Usopp

It’s necessary for him to have his arms wrapped around you some way

Likes to be the big spoon to feel like he’s acting as armor and protecting you, it just hits the right place in his brain that has him feeling Big and Strong in the best way

He loves when you plant a kiss on his chest, especially if you aim one directly over his heart (that is totally at a normal rate plz don’t check)

He likes to play with your hair and/or massage your neck and scalp

Big into making sure wherever the two of you are cuddling is comfy, has many extra blankets and a selection of pillows by size and firmness

Always down to cuddle but feels more comfortable if you initiate first, especially when it’s a new thing between the two of you

He simultaneously loves pda and is nervous about pda but that nervousness is absolutely gone when he’s drunk or even pretty buzzed

Good at incorporating his head into hugs - hooking his jaw on your shoulder or on top of your head, leaning his temple gently into the side of your head, bumping you softly with his forehead

Need background noise while you go to sleep? He’s more than happy to hold you and turn on storyteller mode. Honestly, it’s one of his favorite things to do and he cherishes that time together

When it’s bedtime stories he’s telling, his voice is so low and soothing

Mihawk

This man needs to have his hands holding something on you (your hand, your shoulder, your waist, your thigh, your back, your ass lol),

He likes to feel wrapped around you like hes hoarding you to himself, this leads to him enjoying you laying on his chest, having all of your weight on him has him feel like he’s fully possessing you

Will definitely kiss the top of your head/your temple/your forehead/basically whatever his lips are near, not a consistent bout of them, more one deliberate peck when the need strikes him (it’s also his customary goodnight to you)

Like the other swordsman, he will give you a look if you miss a habitual touch (especially if it’s the way you usually ran a hand through his hair with a kiss to the forehead before you left the castle, that was non-negotiable it had to happen), his stare however is more the 1000 yard variety and those bright yellow eyes will bore a hole through you until you understand what you did wrong

Something about this man makes me feel his temp runs hot but not in a way that bothers him, like he doesn’t feel hot or overheated but when you touch him the difference between you two is noticeable

It’s a damn good thing that he reciprocates your physical affection, even if 70% it’s just an arm coming around you, because his stony expression makes it easy to assume that your touches are unwanted

This type of limited response is mostly for more casual cuddling like hugs or sitting next to each other because when you’re laying together his face is always soft and he’s much greedier to be pressing into you

Okay with some pda like quick and passing touches including kisses, but not a fan of anything more intimate when others can see

Buggy

The Chairrrrrr, as you’ve told him it’s circUS so both of you need to be on the throne (If he’s wanting to look extra powerful or intimidating you have no problem sitting at his feet and holding him like a heroine on a 70s fantasy novel)

He’s a big fan of any possessive gestures - arm around shoulders, back hugs, pulling you to wrap your arms around him, having you sit in his lap

He’s a cuddle switch for sure because sometimes he needs to hold you to remind himself that you’re his and sometimes he needs to feel held

Very fragile for gentle affection - please draw shapes on this man’s back, play with his hair and massage his scalp, give him head kisses, hand kisses, wrist kisses

Feels like his heart will explode if you nuzzle your face into him whether its into his chest or the side of his head or good lord his pALM (He may have literally fallen apart the first time you did that and if you’re ever in the mood for some Entertainment bring it up)

He is actually made for cuddling because if his arm is uncomfortable to lay on or starting to fall asleep? He can detach it and now it’s your stuffed animal. This can extend to literally any part of him that either of you feels is getting in the way of the perfect cuddle

Need to feel needed? The way he’ll pull you into him and hold you like you’re going to disappear will let you know he needs you

Absolutely LIVES for pda, he gets to show you off to everyone and have your gorgeous self make him shine brighter in the spotlight? Nothing could be better

Shanks

Sharing his space often means one of you sitting between the others legs, whether one is on the floor in front of the other’s seat or y’all are laying down together with one settled further down the bed, this often leads to you laying your head on the hip or stomach or upper thigh of the other

He mostly likes to be on his back or stomach and pretty splayed out, so you’ve adjusted yourself to gripping to him after he’s taken over the bed

It always makes him soft to think about you always choosing to cling to him without him having to hold you there, it really drives home that he’s something you actively want

Will grope you, sometimes sexually, but he also just likes the feeling of grabbing you, it’s somewhat of a manifestation of cute aggression

He’s a sucker for getting his neck/shoulders/upper back rubbed while cuddling (which is a pain if he’s decided to be on his back) and he is not above bargaining for it or prodding you like an indignant pet each time you stop (very good puppy eyes), this is one of his favorite perks of having you in his lap

He’s another one to not care about being seen by others but not because it hasn’t occurred to him (like Luffy) but because anyone judging him is WAY less important than getting more affection from you

His heart gets really tender when you lay with him and massage the stump of his arm and the shoulder above it because it helps with the phantom pains when he has them, it also help with the tension from using the muscles on that side to compensate, and it reminds him how the only thing about his arm that bothers you is that it hurts him

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dilf-pirates-ask · 10 months

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Red haired pirates, who’s the best straw hat?

#dilf pirates ask #one piece ask blog #one piece #red hair pirates #one piece ask #chaser yasopp #yasopp #red hair shanks #monkey d luffy #monkey d. luffy #god usopp #usopp

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fanaticsnail · 5 months

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You're Angry at the Tall Men

Masterlist Here

I have two very dear mutual creators on here that are struggling with the flu. Hopefully yelling at the tall men of one-piece will help you both out: @feral-artistry & @sordidmusings

Word Count: 200-400 per gentleman: Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk, Sir Crocodile, Corazon, Doflamingo

Warnings: anger, violence, suggestive spice for a few, angst, afab!implied but not overly mentioned, height difference.

First time writing for Cora, Croc and Doffy - mainly going off small clips and overall vibes. Apologies if I didn't do your blorbo justice.

(Apprehensive tag list: @gingernut1314, @writingmysanity)

He knows what he did to earn your wrath; your fury ignited in your eyes and the flames physically tangible and searing the room with your scorn. Your brow was furrowed, your lips curling into a snarl to bare your pearled teeth at him.

Buggy: 6’3

“Sit your tall ass down!” you roared at him. The clown shrieked back, immediately reaching his stuttering hands towards the back of a chair to unceremoniously fall back onto the wooden base. Unfortunately, as his ass barely grazes the base; his weight proceeds to fall from its intended target, plopping down onto the cement ground instead of finding comfort on the chair.

“Ah, fuck!” he cried out alongside his wince, his red nose creased as he felt the pain shoot up his coxic bone and tingle up his spine. This moment of failure breaking a small crack in your iron fury, a giggle attempting to break through your anger. He winces his beautiful teal eyes up at you, cringing through the pain and gritting his teeth in an attempt of a smile.

“You are so pathetic,” you growled at him, extending your hand out and collecting his chin within your thumb and index finger. You were held captive by his sparkling eyes beneath his lengthy blue eyelashes as he looked up at you in awe.

“It’s why you love me, right?” he whimpered at you, his crooked smile drawing you in closer to him. You stooped, pressing a small kiss against his rotund, red nose.

“Yes,” you again growled at him, pouting with your brow falling low in the center of your forehead, “but I’m still angry at you.”

“I know,” he grumbled in response, his eyes upturning and almost pleading, “but I can fix that, right?”

Shanks: 6’6

“Woah, woah, love!” he cried out, backing away from your approach with his wide smile plastered to his cheeks. He was still smiling, even when you backed him against the wall with your forearm horizontally pressing him back into the wooden banister behind him.

“You absolute stupid, ridiculous, drunken-,” one look into his loving eyes rendered you immediately defenseless to his aura. He looked at you with such love, his brown eyes holding only softness and adoration within them. He brings up his arm, choosing to caress your cheek and lace a loose strand of your hair to hook over your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into you, leaning his head down and moving his lips against your forehead to murmur into your skin, “forgive me, I didn’t mean it.” Inhaling a deep breath, you feel the rage falling away from you as he continued murmuring sweet nothings into your ear.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re angry,” he breathed his raspy voice into your ear.

“And you’re so handsome when you’re not the one making me angry,” you growled back at him.

Mihawk 6’6

“Mihawk!” your rumbled growl echoed in the high ceilings lifting the light in the large dining room. He was stooping, fingertips halting their descent to grasp the back of his dining chair. He huffed out a sigh, rotating his neck and removing his hat from his head. He placed the hat on his dining setting, and prepared himself to receive your wrath.

As soon as you saw him preparing himself to receive the scorn you were about to bear down on him, you decided to switch it up. Something about how smug he was did not satiate your fire from erupting further. You had every intention of taking him by his wrist and leading him to the impressive steps of the foyer and taking a few steps up to bring you to the appropriate height to maintain eye contact as you reprimanded him.

But his ear was right there, no longer shielded by his broad hat to halt your action. Immediately, you pressed your index and middle finger against the overly sensitive shell of his ear and began dragging him towards the archway leading to the foyer.

“Not quite so hard, dear,” he winced as his steps stuttered behind you. You allowed a sinister smirk to rise on your lips, gaining a sickening amount of joy from knowing you were paining him a little to satisfy your wrath. As your feet found the steps, you relinquished your hold on his ear and turned to face him, your eyes first glancing at the raven curls atop his head that you rarely are accustomed to seeing these days. His head was bowed, his hand drawn up to cradle his ear and sooth over the throbbing shell. At this, your anger ceased and you immediately sought out his eyes by cupping his cheeks and elevating his face.

“I’m sorry, my love. Did I hurt you, are you okay?” you hastily spoke, eyes checking over his face for any semblance of hurt or pain.

“Only my pride, dear,” he replied in a soft grumble, continuing to keep his eyes from joining with your own. You sighed in relief before shaking your head to remind yourself why you brought him here in the first place. You furrowed your brow and slunk your hands from his cheeks to fall them against his chest.

“I’m-,” you began, your angry words halted by Mihawk taking a step forward and pressing his forehead against your own.

“-I’m sorry. Forgive me,” he whispered into your face, his eyes half lidded and sorrow falling over his face, “I never meant to hurt you, and I’m willing to spend all the time it takes to make it up to you.”

Sir Crocodile 8’3

Clutching his cigar in his index and middle fingers, he flicked the ash into the glass and gold tray on his desk. He could hear the fall of your feet outside the door, his jaw falling slack in bored frustration.

“You devious bastard,” you growled as the door to his office flung open. He inhaled deeply, reaching into his desk drawer and pulling out another cigar to clench his teeth onto. As your eyes met, his brow arched while his eyelids hung half-lidded. He sat back against his armchair and uncrossed his legs from their join of the knees. Remaining wordless, he fished around in his pants for his lighter, to find nothing but his golden pocket watch and a few rolls of berry within his leatherbound wallet.

“Be a dear and find me a light,” he dismissed your anger with the wave of his hand as his eyes searched his desk for his capped lighter. This seemed to engage your fury further, making you immediately lunge at him and crawl onto his lap. You drew your claw-shaped grip up to his jaw, snarling into his face as you did so.

“You think I care about your lighter right now, you arrogant lizard,” you spat at him. His eyes widened in surprise, initially being taken off guard by your presence atop his thigh. Immediately after processing the shock, his eyes darkened as he used his large, golden hook to circle around your thigh; trapping it within the metal and drawing it closer into him. Your kneeling position atop his lap was now made ever more dangerous than it had been, not knowing how he would truly respond to your anger. Both of your tempers began to flare as he snarled at you.

“Lighter first,” he growled at you, looking up into your enraged eyes as your hair cascaded down over his face, draped almost intimately over his forehead. You scoffed, flicking the hair over your shoulder and grimaced at him in response.

“And why should I do that after what you did?” you gnashed your teeth, baring your rage in your now untested situation. The tense air now growing thick and dense as your bodies pressed closer together. He gripped your hips with his hand, his golden hook scraping over your thigh and placing your knee over his waist as he drew you closer.

“Lighter first,” he began to snarl at you, “or I will channel your rage in another way.”

“Try me, Reptile,” you snarled at him, clenching your teeth as you stooped lower into his face. He immediately stood, his tall body hoisting you up against his hips and slamming your back atop his desk. He hovered over your body, leaning his face down and snarling into you,

“You should’ve just done what you were told,” He growled into your neck.

“You shouldn't have pissed me off,” you gnashed your teeth once more, your eyes widening as you felt his teeth bite down hard on your clavicle, soothing over the new injury with his tongue.

Corazon 9’7

“Donquixote Rosinante!” you shouted, walking around the halls and tracking the stupor of his step. You immediately heard a thud, followed by several crashing booms reverberating within the hallway. None of these sounds halted your descent, your rage and fury propelling your steps further towards him.

When your eyes fell over his body, he was hoisting himself up from his entanglement with several cleaning products; a mop over his head and a bucket circling over his left foot. He looked ridiculous, his coat hanging limply from his shoulders over his open heart-stitched shirt.

As he rose to his feet, you were taken aback at how truly tall he was; his body towering over your own. You lost your nerve slightly at his stature, but still the edges of your body remained singed with the fires of rage within your soul.

“Cora-!” your words were halted by the man drawing such anger from you wordlessly holding up his palm to silence you. Your brows fell further down your face, your frown deepening as you watched him silently search his surroundings. His eyes widened first, before softening as he stooped down to collect the bucket that was once wrapped around his foot. He blew over the base of the bucket with a small puff of breath, placing the brim on the ground and dusting the base with the back of his hand.

He turned his painted face up to you, a tight smile pulling at his mouth as he extended his hand to you. You sucked in a breath through your nostrils, pouting as you took his hand. Stepping up onto the bucket, you still remained short to his great height. Still holding onto your hand, his smile softened as he bent at the knees to crouch in front of you, looking up into your face with eyes baring great sorrow at how angry you were with him.

Relinquishing the hold against your hand, he gestured for you to bare your soul out to him with a simple swipe of his hands. He was so willing to have you share your emotions with him, it almost made you want to cry with frustration at how truly loving he was to you.

“You’re just going to sit back and take it? Say something, Cora. Anything!” You screamed, the sting of tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes. He continued to watch on, never once rising from his crouch, nor bringing his eyes away from searching your face. It was only when a hot, frustrated tear fell from your eye down your cheek that he rose up to his full size once more.

He wordlessly drew his palm up to claim your cheek, his thumb brushing the tear away from its descent down towards your mouth.

“Please,” you whimpered while searching his eyes, “please say something.”

He leant forward, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, circling the other arm around your shoulders and holding your chest flush with his own. His lips found the crown of your head, pressing a soft and careful kiss against the top of your hair.

“Calm,” he uttered, the room circled around him by the spark of his devil-fruit power. You looked at him confused, your nostrils flaring at him while still expressing your anger.

“Why use the devil-fruit powers now?” you asked him, shaking your head at him as all else in the hallway was silenced. No taps of feet, no drips of taps, nor the sounds of breeze through the trees outside the room could be heard within the silent barrier.

“Because I want everyone to know how angry you are with me,” he uttered, his nose lovingly brushing against your own, “And I want to be able to scream how much I love you with no consequence.” He pressed his lips against your forehead, smearing his red face paint against your skin as he trailed a flurry of gentle kisses against your nose, cheek bones and the corner of your lips in an attempt to smother the flames of your anger.

“This doesn’t make up for what you did,” you spat at him, your narrowed eyes looking at him through your eyelashes remaining dark with fury.

“I know,” he admitted, unwrapping his arm from circling your shoulders. He grazed his arm down and collected your hand once more within his, lacing your fingers together as he uttered, “I’m so sorry, my darling. I’ll never do it again.”

Doflamingo 10’

He was immediately expressing joy at how riled up he had managed to make you, his lips curling back into a sinister smile. He darted his tongue out over his mouth to dampen his chapped lip before he allowed a rumbly chuckle to exit from his chest.

“Doflamingo!” You screamed, rage and fury overcasting your usual stoic state with their venom. He rose to his feet and was almost bursting at the seams with how happy getting a rise from you was making him.

“How dare you?! How dare you do that to me?!” You roared, not halting your approach in any way. He towered over you, his lanky build condescendingly casting his feathered silhouette over your body.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he shrugged, speaking quickly with a broad grin continuing to polish his cheeks. His eyes remained hidden by his glasses, your own eyes beginning to prick at the corners with a frustrated rage.

“Wipe that horrible grin off your face before I rip it off,” you spat, your hands demonstrating how truly violent your thoughts were.

“Only if you do it with your teeth, Princess,” he bore his teeth down at you. His smile widened further up his cheeks, your urge to claw out his eyes not satisfied in the slightest. You impulsively swung your hand at his face, your wrist caught within his circled grip. His laughter erupted over his chest at this small demonstration of violence, so easily stifled by his hands.

“Ohh, you’ve got some fire in you today,” he chucked his taunt at you, leaning down further into you; his nose almost brushing against your own with how close he drew himself down to you, “What I’d give to see that demonstrated with your body wrapped around my- AHH.” You halted his words within his mouth by clamping your teeth down against his nose hard enough to draw blood. After tasting the metallic flavor roll over your tongue, you withdrew your teeth from his flesh and bore your red-tinted lips at him.

He reached up to clutch the scruff of your neck, pulling you closer into him and purring a roar of his own into you:

“Mmm, Harder.”

#one piece #one piece live action #x reader #buggy #shanks #mihawk #sir crocodile #donquixote rosinante #donquixote doflamingo #corazon x reader #rosinante x reader #doflamingo x reader #mihawk x reader #shanks x reader #buggy x reader #sir crocodile x reader #One piece drabble #sea-dilf drabble #sea dilfs of one piece

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short-honey-badger · 4 months

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Just wondering how you think the Dilfs of one piece (Mihawk, Shanks, Buggy, Crocodile, etc) would react to thier s/o being extremely dense? Like in a "I love you but your an idiot" kinda way.

This was fun, so I really hope I did your ask justice! ❤️❤️

Pairings! Draculex reader Shanks x reader Buggy x reader Crocodile x reader Doflamingo x Reader Marco x reader and Smoker x reader

MIHAWK is a little annoyed at first when he finds that you've completely reorganized his bookshelf by how much you like the covers. He sighs in exasperation, but you look so happy with how the bookshelf now looks that he can't find it in himself to be too upset.

“Oh, to understand the inner workings of your mind, my Darling.”

SHANKS is always excited to wake up and see what you're going to surprise him with next. You enjoy the simple things in life, so it always overjoys him when you appear by his side with a megawatt smile and a pretty shell or sand dollar.

“Whatcha got there, baby? Gonna add it to the others you're got?”

You're a clumsy fuck and BUGGY sometimes wonders why he puts up with you. Especially when you come stumbling into the tent on Big Top, trip over the only rope in the floor, catch yourself on his pants and then down you go. Buggy curses loudly when his crew catches sight of his heart print boxers.

“You better be glad that I fucking love you, little clown.”

It's more than once that the devil fruit user has to pull you away from the banana gators in the feeding area under the casino. It pisses him off that you keep putting yourself in danger, but you always grin and hold tight to CROCODILE, telling him that you always know that he'll save you every time.

“I'm no hero, sweetheart. Quiet trying my patience.”

DOFLAMINGO loves that you are ignorant of who he really is. He is your white knight. The prince comes to save the princess locked away in her lonely tower. You hold him close after a long day, his head pressed to your chest.

“Mhmm. Such a sweet doll. And all mine, too.”

You sit in MARCO'S office, a cute frown on your face as you watch your lover unravel some gauze and then carefully wrap it around the cleaned cut on your leg. The wound is recent, from defending the Moby Dick from rival pirates, an unnecessary risk. He sighs once he is finished and kisses right above the wrap.

“I wish you'd be more careful, my love.”

SMOKER definitely disagrees with your decision to become a pirate. He thought it a dumb ass decision, but he loved you and had vowed to support you in every way he could. However, he has to draw the line when you show up on his ship and demand that he make your bounty higher.

“What? No, I don't need someone I can't fight off coming for you!”

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kuroashims · 3 months

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Don't get me wrong Shanks

I still love hate you

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sashi-ya · 6 months

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"What you doing baby girl?"

Uta, come get your dad. He is drunk and trying to flirt with young girls.

#one piece #shanks #op spoilers #akagami no shanks #red haired pirates #red haired shanks #such a dilf

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spicymalepolls · 4 months

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ROUND 2: POLL #4

ROUND TWO POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

🔞 18 + Content Ahead 🔞

Shanks:

I don't think I completely understood the meaning of a DILF until this man showed up. He is physically amazing and I 100% believe he would respect anyone he shares a bunk with. The way he took to Luffy and became his paternal roll model is beautiful. That shows that it's not always about the amount of time you spend with the kid, but the quality of it which is important. He is not a confirmed biological dad, but he is Luffy's (as just stated) and it is a popular theory that he is the father of Makino's child. (plus Uta)

Guys, I want to have his baby--and I don't even know if I want kids.

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Dr. Atomic Robo Tesla:

He has an adoptive robot son (spoiler, happens later in the comic) and has a dad bod that given his ability to modify himself has to be a choice at this point. He is 83 (in the present at the start of the comic) but he has pure DILF rather than GILF energies. I mean just look at him.

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roranart · 7 months

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mishanks

#have some dilfs #*runs away*#giggling and twirling my hair #mishanks #shanks #dracule mihawk #one piece fanart #ship art #shanks one piece #one piece mihawk #mihawk x shanks #shanks x mihawk #dilf fanart #yeah...#youre welcome

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ichigoginchan · 3 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE DILFS

#one piece #cyborg franky #franky #shanks #akagami no shanks #mihawk #dracule mihawk #birthday dilfs #march 9 is dilfs day

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littlemochabunni · 11 months

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To the badd bitches that share a birthday with a red-haired godlike DILF named SHANKS and a blonde-haired blue eyed most hated/most loved feminine ICON that I most only relate to emotionally named BARIBE.

Imma stay here and…. Ya’know… being delusional like a ✨bad biiitch✨

#shanks #one piece shanks #dilf shanks #Pisces baby #barbie #multi fandom

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lockes-woods · 3 months

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Stuck Chapter 19

A whine escaped Himiko’s throat as an alarm sounded to wake them up. Her attempt at escaping the noise by burrowing further into Shanks’s chest was unsuccessful, as a second alarm sounded on the other side of her. Another whine escaped her at the loss of heat as Mihawk pulled away from behind her to turn off the alarm. Shanks gently rolled her on her back as he stretched to turn off the alarm on his nightstand. Himiko refused to open her eyes as she attempted to go back to sleep.

“It’s time to wake up darling,” Mihawk said softly, placing a kiss on her forehead before shaking her shoulder with a light touch. Himiko groaned in response before reluctantly opening her eyes and pushing herself up on her forearms.

“What time is it?” she asked as she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“Quarter to five,” Shanks said, voice husky from sleep. He seemed just as excited as Himiko to be waking up before sunrise.

“I hate opening,” she sighed, reluctantly slipping out of bed. Shanks gave her a brief side hug and kiss on the top of her head as she passed him on her way to the guest bedroom. She winced at the brightness of the bathroom, before opting to shut off the lights. She made quick work of her skincare routine after she finished brushing her teeth. She opted for no makeup, instead finishing off her routine with some sunscreen. Himiko was on autopilot as she shucked off her oversized t-shirt and got dressed. She made her way to the kitchen, dragging her feet the entire way.

“Look who decided to join us,” Shanks joked, revitalized by what Himiko presumed was coffee in his mug. She shot him a tired glare, as she hopped up on one of the kitchen stools. While she was grumpy, she had to admit that he looked good in his business suit. It was odd to see him clean-shaven; it made him look younger. Mihawk as always looked effortlessly pretty, even if he was just in a white button-up and black slacks.

“Damn, the sun isn’t even up yet, and you’ve both glared at me. I think that’s a new record.” Shanks laughed.

“I feel like that has less to do with us and more to do with you being a brat.” Mihawk chastised as he embraced Shanks from behind.

“You knew what you were getting when we started this Dracule,” Shanks said, glancing up over his shoulder.

“I suppose I did,” Mihawk reluctantly agreed, with an affectionate look on his face. Himiko absent-mindedly smiled as she took in the small, but loving scene. She felt extremely privileged to be able to witness their relationship unfiltered.

“Do you want anything to eat sunshine?” Shanks asked, breaking Himiko out of her daze.

“I’m alright. I’d probably get sick if I eat something now, I think I’ll wait ‘til my break to eat breakfast.” She responded. The couple nodded understandingly, Himiko jumped at the alarm sounding from Mihawk’s phone.

“It’s time for us to head out,” Mihawk said, pulling away from Shanks and shutting off the alarm. Shanks nodded and downed the last bit of his coffee before standing up. Himiko sleepily followed behind the couple down to the street. The streets for the most part were empty, allowing them to walk in a cluster. They stayed like that for two blocks until they reached the crossroads where Shanks needed to continue going straight toward his office, and Mihawk and Himiko had to turn left to make their way down to lower center city. Shanks and Mihawk stopped ahead of Himiko to share a brief kiss. Himiko was caught off guard when Shanks pulled her in for a quick peck. This was the first time either of them had exhibited any PDA with her. She found herself missing the light pricks of his stubble rubbing against her face. The kiss was over before she knew it.

“Be good for Sir,” he said after pulling away.

“You’re one to talk,” Himiko fired back, Shanks smirked in response, giving her one last peck on the forehead before heading off towards his office building. Himiko and Mihawk watched him until he went out of sight. Himiko had to stop herself from jumping when Mihawk interlaced his fingers with hers. It’s not like she was opposed to PDA, it’s quite the opposite, she relished any small touches the couple gave her in public. She just wasn’t used to them being so forward with it. Himiko was snapped out of her thoughts when he gently tugged on her arms, guiding her towards the subway station. They remained in silence, opting to enjoy each other’s company on the brisk Monday morning. They only released hands when paying at the turnstiles, before rejoining hands as they waited for the train amidst the other early morning commuters.

“There’s something, I’d like to ask you,” Mihawk said, as he rubbed small circles into the back of Himiko’s hand.

“What is it?” she asked as they boarded the train.

“You know how Shanks and I own a lake house an hour outside the city?” He asked as they took a seat in the corner of the car.

“Yeah, you go there the week before Christmas.” Himiko nodded, “Do you want me to watch Anko while you’re away?”

“Not quite,” Mihawk starts, looking down at her with his soft honey-colored eyes, “We were wondering if you’d like to come with us?” Himiko unintentionally furrowed her brow in confusion.

“Are you sure? That’s like the only time you two get one-on-one time. I won’t feel excluded if you two want some alone time.” Himiko responded. Mihawk smiled down at her with an emotion Himiko couldn’t quite place.

“We’re sure. I’m not sure how else we can reiterate, but we do cherish our time with you. Having you there would only enhance the experience. I’m sorry if our intentions were not clear.” Mihawk said, causing heat to rush to Himiko’s face under his gaze. “I know it’s not a small ask, and we’d like you to take as much time as you need to make a decision. We’re only asking this far ahead because we know that if you do come you’ll need two weeks’ notice at your jobs for vacation time.”

Himiko nodded as she took a moment to digest the offer.

“Why didn’t you ask me when we were all together?" Himiko asked after a second of contemplation.

“Shanks can be unintentionally very persuasive when he wants a certain outcome. We agreed it’d be better for me to ask you, so you don’t feel pressured either way.” Mihawk explained as they pulled into their stop. Himiko nodded in response. She mulled over the request as they ascended the stairs up to the street.

“Are you sure I wouldn’t be overstepping?” Himiko asked, breaking the silence.

“I’m positive, we wouldn’t be asking you if we didn’t want you there love,” He responded reassuringly. Himiko worried her bottom lip. She couldn’t remember the last time she had taken vacation time, or better yet the last time she’d been out of the city.

“Okay,” she nodded, “I’ll think about it,” she said as they stopped in front of the café. She reluctantly let go of Mihawk’s hand. She was about to turn to knock on the door when he gently grabbed her chin and tilted her face up to look at him. Her eyes widened as he pulled her in for a brief kiss.

“Have a good day at work love,” he said, once he had pulled back from a dazed Himiko.

“’ Kay,” was all she could manage to muster as she watched Mihawk walk down the block towards the hospital.

“That was hot,” Usopp joked, as he opened the door for Himiko. She quickly snapped back to reality and hit him with her bag when she passed by him on her way into the café. He laughed in response, locking the door behind him. Himiko slapped both of palms to her cheeks in an attempt to wake up and focus up on the task at hand. It felt like every time she found solid footing with those two the earth would shift under her. While she felt like she had gotten to know them pretty well at this point, they would go and do something she hadn’t accounted for. It was twofold this morning between the PDA and the invitation to their lake house.

“Good morning, Himiko,” Sanji greeted as he emerged from the back of house with arms full of dairy alternatives. She frowned in response; things were worse than she expected. Sanji had never not greeted her with a flirt before. It was plain and obvious to those in the know that the whole Zoro situation was weighing on him.

“Mornin’” she responded as she passed him on her way to the back. She pulled on a floral apron after putting her stuff away. Himiko punched in before setting off to prep and stock extra syrups, sauces, and spices they’d need later in the day. The three of them worked in a grove that they had mastered in their first year of working together. Before she knew it, Usopp was unlocking the door to let the early birds in. The rest of the shift was largely uneventful. While they did have a few bad customers, they were easily outweighed by the good ones. Himiko was genuinely surprised when her relief walked into the café. It felt like Usopp had just left a minute ago when in reality it had been two hours.

Himiko paused after slipping on her jacket; she was still conflicted about whether or not she should ask for the time off. She had been swaying between the two options her entire shift. If she did want to go, she’d have to ask off today for the café and tomorrow for the bar, before either manager posted the two weeks out schedule. It felt like her body was moving independently from her as she found herself outside the door to her manager’s office. Himiko took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“It’s open,” Robin called from the other side. Himiko opened the door and quickly shut it behind her.

“Hey Himiko, what can I do for you?” she asked, swiveling her chair to face her and removing her reading glasses.

“Would it screw you over at all if I took a week off?” Himiko asked sitting down across from her. Robin hummed before responding.

“That depends on when you’d like to take off.” She replied.

“The 17th through the 23rd; I’d be back to work Christmas Eve and the week before New Year’s Day,” Himiko answered. Robin hummed again before putting her back glasses on and pulling up the schedule.

“As long as you’re back by Christmas Eve, there shouldn’t be any issues. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that most people take on as many shifts as they can in December before the holidays. If you wanted to take off any time between Christmas and New Year’s with this late notice there’d, be an issue.” Robin said, turning back to Himiko.

“So, I can have the time off?” Himiko asked hopefully.

“Of course, just request it through the app so I remember not to schedule you,” She responded with a smile, “Are you doing anything fun?”

“Um, yeah I’m just getting out of the city for once,” Himiko responded vaguely hoping Robin wouldn’t press.

“That’s nice, are you visiting your sister?” she asked.

“Oh, no I’m actually just going to a lake with some friends,” Himiko said hoping that was enough information to satiate Robin.

“I see and this wouldn’t have anything to do with the DILF surgeon?” Robin asked with a knowing look.

“Um, I-how’d?” Himiko stuttered.

“How’d I know? Well, you can take your pick. It could be how he now only comes in on days you work, or how you’ve been using your free container of tea/coffee on the sleepy time tea he likes, or the video of you two sharing a kiss outside the cafe this morning caught by the motion activated camera there.” Robin responded smugly. Himiko sits stunned for a second before responding.

“I thought we were being discreet.” Himiko sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

“Do you even know the definition of discreet is?” Robin asked seriously.

“In my defense, I didn’t know there was a camera there,” Himiko said.

“It’s in the interior top of the awning,” Robin replied.

“Noted,” Himiko nodded. She and Robin looked at each other for a beat before they shared a laugh.

“I just didn’t realize I was being that obvious,” Himiko sighed in embarrassment.

“I don’t think most people would have connected the dots; your kiss this morning cemented the idea.” Robin replied, “Where is he taking you?”

“He and his husband are taking me to their lake house that’s like an hour from here,” Himiko said shyly.

“That’s great, you deserve a break,” Robin said beaming at her, Himiko found a smile tugging at her lips from Robin’s response.

“Yeah, it’ll be my first time out of the city since before moving here,” Himiko said as she glanced down at her phone for the time. She had twenty minutes before her class started, “I got to head out, thanks Robin,”

“Anytime,” she replied slipping her glasses back on and turning her back to Himiko. Himiko slipped out of the office almost running face-first into Sanji’s chest.

“Woah you, okay?” Sanji asked, holding her elbow to steady her.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine I just wasn’t looking where I was going,” Himiko said, taking a step back. She glanced around to make sure they were alone before asking, “Are you ready for the talk?”

“I guess, I just-fuck I wish we could get past this without having to go through this,” Sanji sighed avoiding eye contact.

“I know, but avoiding it is only going to let the unsaid feelings fester.” Himiko responded, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, “I don’t have to be there if you want to do this alone; you can still use my apartment.”

“No,” he said shaking his head, “I think we need a mediator. Plus, you’re like the most emotionally well-adjusted person in our friend group; not that that’s a particularly high bar.”

“Thanks? I guess?” Himiko said back with a laugh, “I gotta head to class, are you still good to meet at my apartment at 4:40.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “Zoro’s coming at 4:30 right?”

“Yeah,” Himiko nodded, “I’ll see you then.” She said giving his hand one last squeeze before heading off to the college.

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Himiko sped walked down the street towards her apartment. She was running late; her professor held the whole class back fifteen minutes to debrief on the semester project that was due the next week. It was already 4:30 and she was still a block and a half away from her three-floor walkup. She had tried calling Zoro twice to tell him to wait across the street from her apartment building. She silently cursed to herself as the light changed to red the second, she reached the intersection. She tried calling Sanji one more time, while she waited for the light. A sigh escaped her when it immediately went to voice mail. She wasn’t sure which scenario would be worse if they were left alone together. It was either going to be an icy silence or them screaming at each other.

Part of her was hoping for the latter; she could work with high emotions. It would be harder to communicate with them if they were completely shut off. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw Zoro leaning against the wall of her apartment building alone. She jogged the last quarter of the block left until she reached him.

“Hey,” she panted, bracing her hands on her knees.

“You, okay?” Zoro asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah, just got held up at school” She answered, breathing still erratic. She walked past Zoro and used her fob to unlock the apartment building’s door. They made their way up to the third floor in silence; the only thing that could be heard were Himiko’s soft pants.

“Are you sure you’re, okay?” Zoro asked as they paused at her apartment’s door.

“Yeah, I just hate cardio,” she explained, kicking off her shoes after entering her apartment. Zoro followed her into the kitchen.

“Do you want anything to drink?” she asked over her shoulder.

“Sure, can I have some water?” he asked. She nodded and tossed him a water bottle as the buzzer went off.

“Hey, it’s Sanji.” He called out, Himiko quickly buzzed him up.

“Are you ready?” she asked, glancing at Zoro.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. She nodded empathetically.

“Why don’t you wait in the living room,” she said. Zoro didn’t respond as he turned on his heels to head into the living room. She could hear the faint squeak of the floorboard as he bounced his leg. She was about to turn to check on him when she heard a knock at her door. After a cursory glance through the peephole, she opened the door and let Sanji in.

“Hey, do you want anything to drink,” she asked as he slipped off his shoes.

“I’m alright, thanks” he responded.

“Zoro’s in the living room, if you’re ready,” Himiko said, Sanji nodded as he took a deep breath. Himiko silently led him into the living room. Zoro was sitting on the couch cushion closest to the door; Sanji avoided his gaze as he circled around the coffee table and took a seat on the recliner. Himiko stood awkwardly in front of the coffee table so that she could keep an eye on both of them.

“So do either of you want to start?” she asked, looking down at them encouragingly. Both of them were still avoiding eye contact with the other; their sole focus was on Himiko. She was about to prompt them again when she was cut off by Zoro at the last second.

“I’m sorry, I regret-” Zoro started, before being cut off by Sanji.

“Oh, of course, you regret kissing me. What am I not good enough for you Marimo?” Sanji spat, snapping his gaze to Zoro.

“That’s not it, I regret-” he tried to start again, before being cut off by Sanji again.

“What were you just trying out kissing guys for the hell of it? Were you just checking a box in exploring your sexuality.” Sanji said accusatorily.

“Will you shut up for a minute!” Zoro yelled at him.

“No, a kiss may mean nothing to you, but they’re important to me,” Sanji said, his voice wavering at the end of his sentence.

“That was my first kiss of course it meant something!” Zoro snapped.

“I-Wait, what?” Sanji said, the full bite taken out of his bark.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” Zoro admitted, avoiding eye contact as a blush began to develop on his face.

“Really?” Sanji said, taken aback.

“Yes,” Zoro said, taking a deep breath before meeting Sanji’s gaze, “I’ve never felt that impulse except for when I’m with you.”

“But you said you regretted it,” Sanji replied, confused.

“No, I didn’t if you’d let me talk you would have known that I was trying to say that I regretted running out on you like that.” Zoro sighed, “That wouldn’t be okay to do to anyone, but it was especially fucked considering your past.”

“Why did you run?” Sanji asked.

“Fuck, I don’t know. If I’m being honest, I think my body’s flight or fight response took over. I was just so scared you’d reject me that I ran. I know that that doesn’t make it better, but that’s why I left. It wasn’t you.” Zoro sighed.

“Oh, Marimo,” Sanji said, his eyes softened as he got off the recliner and sat down next to him, taking his hand in his, “You’re so dumb sometimes,” Sanji sighed, before pulling Zoro in for a brief kiss. Himiko cleared her throat, snapping their attention back on her.

“So, do you guys need anything from me or are we good?” Himiko said, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“We obviously need to talk about what this is but, I think we’re good for now,” Sanji said looking at Zoro for approval.

“Yeah,” he nodded, blush still staining his face.

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MASTERLIST

Hey, long time no read. I hope you're all doing well; I'm definitely happy to be taking a week off from school for spring break. I didn't realize how much I missed writing this fic until I was writing the dialog between Robin and Himiko. I'm hoping to update my other fic and finish a one-shot. Hopefully, I can update again sometime in early April.

Thanks as always for taking the time to read my writing,

-Locke

#cross posted on ao3 #dracule mihawk #dracule mihawk x reader #red haired shanks #red haired shanks x dracule mihawk x reader #red haired shanks x dracule mihawk #dilf mihawk #surgeon mihawk #sugar daddy au #modern au #red haired shanks x reader #lawyer shanks #dilf shanks

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