One Piece x Reader Erotica (NO REQUESTS)

Reunion (Mihawk x Reader)

Fem!Reader

It was cold out and you could hear your teeth chattering above the howling wind. But still you could not bring yourself to knock on the door. It had been too long. Surely he had moved on by now. Would he even want to see you after all these years?

How desperate you must look right now. Standing on his steps in the cold and the dark, hoping he still held even just a shred of the feelings you once shared, hoping he'd take pity on you. That he'd take you back and hold you in his arms and tell you everything would be alright.

Maybe you were and idiot for even entertaining such a notion. But you'd never find out if you couldn't even muster up the courage to knock on his front door.

You steeled yourself and raised your fist, but before it could even touch the wood, the great double doors swung inward, seemingly of their own accord, and a burst of heat and firelight hit you. He knew you were there. Of course he knew. And he'd been waiting for you to make the first move.

You cursed under your breath, wishing you could just turn around and run away. But now you had no choice but to face him. You entered the castle, jumping as the doors swung shut behind you. Mihawk was waiting for you in the entrance hall, arms cross over his bare chest, Yoru sheathed at his back. He was bathed in firelight from the open dining hall to your right, the flickering shadows giving him an ominous appearance.

"So you've returned," he said. "What brought you to that decision?"

"I shouldn't have left," you said, cringing at the way your voice shook. "I... I'm sorry. Please, will you take me back as your student and... in time, maybe we could—?"

"Draw your sword. Show me what you've learned."

What? You had just gone against your pride and came crawling back to him, and he wanted to spar? You searched his face but found no trace of mercy, no hint of the feelings he held for you all those years ago. It was not your Mihawk that stood before you. This was the Greatest Swordsman in the World and he was not about to let you hurt him again.

"Mihawk, please—"

"Draw your sword," he repeated and the venom in his voice stung.

Scrambling to obey his command, your cutlass had barely left its sheath when he lunged at you. You brought up your sword—it seemed so woefully small and fragile compared to Yoru's great blade—just in time to parry the blow. You grit your teeth as the impact jarred your shoulder. He wasn't holding back.

The two of you clashed, the sound of steel on steel echoing off the stone walls. He was ruthless, so unlike those days when he would instruct you on your technique, the calm and patient teacher. Just as he was a calm and patient lover. But you saw none of that in him now as he slowly began to overwhelm you.

You began to retreat towards the dining room, hoping to use the furniture to put some distance between you, but he saw through your plan easily and darted forward to engage you at close quarters. Your blades crashed together, sparks flying, and for a moment you were locked in a struggle. His face was so close to yours, his eyes steady on yours, waiting for you to make the mistake that would ensure his victory.

Your sword flexed and for a moment you were worried it would shatter under the force, until you managed to disengage and retreat a few steps. He only came back stronger, raining a flurry of blows down on you so fast all you could do was parry them desperately. You skirted around the dining table, hoping to place it between him and yourself so you could catch your breath, but he followed, never even breaking stride.

You stumbled back, each strike forcing you further into a corner. Your arm was numb to the shoulder and sweat poured into your eyes. You watched and waited for an opportunity to gain some ground, but Mihawk's onslaught never faltered for a second. A sudden fear gripped your heart.