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honeyshiddendesire · 2 months

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Dirty Alphabet

Fujitora x Female Reader *I did not make this template unfortunately I can’t remember where it’s from since I saved it months ago and finally did it today. But i have a clean copy as well*

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

A literal KING at aftercare. He’d run a bath for you or get you a warm rag making sure you’re treated like royalty. You can NOT tell me otherwise cause that man just screams compassion and tenderness

B = Breath Play (do they like it done to them or doing the deed)

I literally wrote a story on my last blog about this exact kink lol I think he would love to choke you as well as receive. Anything you give this man he’ll accept with a smile. But I think with his lack of vision he would enjoy feeling your pulse in the palm of his hands, all the hitched breaths and sounds you make going straight to his dick.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I think this man would live for cream pies or maybe I’m just biased lol but then also cumming down your throat. Anything that involves him feeling the warmth of your body would drive him insane

D = Dirtiest Kink (what they think is their dirtiest kink)

PANTY THIEF!! If he knows he’s about to be on a long mission I can see him taking a pair of your panties and not a clean pair either lol Best believe he will snag a dirty pair just to have your scent with him, using it to jerk off and loving the fact that he has your smell wrapped around his cock. It feels almost like you’re there in the room with him.

E = Exhibitionist? (Do they like being watched)

If that’s what you want then he is more than willing to give that to you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mating press master and don’t tell me no lol he’s a large man and I think he would love having his weight cage you from above. Feeling your legs wrapped around his large squishy waist would drive him insane. The way your nails would scratch at his back making him hiss or wrapped around his neck pulling him close.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

If you’re goofy I can see him matching the energy, if you’re passionate then so is he. He’d never tease you more than you can handle though

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I definitely think he has a bush and if you want it gone then you’ll have to be the one to do it lol

I = Initiation (how do they get you going? Vice versa )

His hands are his eyes so he’ll be very handsy. Coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you using his kind words to drip over you, spilling in poetic dirty talk that makes you melt into his touch. All you have to do is touch this man and he’s rising like the sun lol

J = Jealous (how do they get when jealous )

Calm af but I can see him getting jealous if it’s someone like Akainu and I don’t know why lol

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Babyyyy this man got a voice kink and dont tell me otherwise. He loves talking and hearing you talk back. I make him pretty poetic even in bed so hearing you engage back with his seductive words would make him melt but if you’re not good with your words thats fine as long as you don’t hold in your moans/screams/whines and whimpers.

Thigh Riding! I can see him enjoying the feel of you soaking his thigh as you sit on his lap, your hands clinging to his shoulders for leverage as he manhandles you back and forth on his muscled thighs. His lips spilling filth the entire time

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In his private home garden and anywhere and everywhere in the house. Kitchen sex bent over the counter? Sure! During your relaxing bath together? Absoulately. In the bedroom? Obviously.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your voice, your smell, your hands lingering gently over his skin, just you in general

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No heavy bondage, if you wanna be tied up cool but whipping you or using his sword on you is not an option. He trusts his skills but you’re still to precious

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both and honey if that mouth can say the sweetest words best believe he spell them in that pussy too

P = Position (favorite position)

You on top riding him till your heart is content and satisfied

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yesssss anything involving you lol

R = Rope (shibari, bondage? Do they like it?)

Very light rope use used on you but if you wanted to tie him up as well then go for it.

S = Sharing? (Are they willing to share you?)

Honestly I feel like it depends on who’s trying to get in on the action. Akainu? Fuck no. Garp? I can totally see it happening and I don’t know why lol

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I can’t see him owning toys for himself but for you, yes. Vibrators, some silk ropes, pretty fluffy handcuffs stuff like that

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I can picture him only teasing for so long, wanting to work you up till you’re begging and finally he gives in

V = Voyeur (do they like to watch)

I’m sure he’d want to if he could lol but he loves listening while you pleasure yourself

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Flower pet names all day every day

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Heavy hitter for sure cause have you seen the size of that big juicy man ??!!!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I can see spending many years alone until you came along so I feel like if your libido is high then boom so is his now and if you’re more chill then so be it. Like the ocean I can see him going with the flow as long as you’re satisfied

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Nah he’s waiting until you’re all comfy, if you want to stay up and talk after or cuddle some more then he’s there for you. Like I listed on the aftercare slot he is a literal king full of compassion for you.

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vaadalt · 2 years

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❤️ About me + masterlist ❤️

Hello y'all lovely fellas !

Well,my mom always taught me to be polite to people I didn't know.

So... Since y'all don't know me and I didn't know y'all, I have to introduce myself.

I don't like using my real first name on internet, so... I'll use a nickname.

I'm Vaadalt, if it's too long, call me V or Vee, it's ok.

23 years old.

I like to describe myself as a Mr.nobody

I'm calm, quite discreet and a bit of a ghost at the edges, I like to listen more than to talk.

I've been writing for a long time noow x) I've done a lot of roleplaying and I'm still doing it today.

I open a blog to write fictions, headcanons and other drabble for One piece mainly and a little Naruto if I have the courage.

In terms of taste, I like to describe myself as a geeky, manga-loving metalhead, coffee addict and a beer enthusiast.

WHAT I WILL WRITE

I will write , fluff , angst, smut nsfw lewd. With +18 character.

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

Puke, piss , furry, shit, fishmen lewd, lolicon, and other thing i don't think for now.

RULES

Be polite please, will be the most thankfull rule.

MINOR DON'T INTERACT

Max three character per headcanon. One character per fic/drabble

Please respect my creativity, if i don't want to write something, i'll not don't do it.

Be clear in your request please, don't let me think 'bout your request for three day please.

MASTER LIST

Update date : 10/08/22

Straw Hats Crew

Luffy :

Conforting s/o [GN]

with an fem!admiral s/o ( fem!reader)

Nami :

Giving and receiving affection from her s/o [GN]

Genderbender HC

with a virgin!sub s/o [GN] [NSFW]

Zoro :

with an fem!admiral s/o ( fem!reader)

Zoro x fem!reader that can't feel any sourness.

with a virgin!sub s/o [GN] [NSFW]

Zoro having his pec played.

Nico Robin :

Giving and receiving affection from her s/o [GN]

Genderbender HC

Sanji :

Sanji x fem!reader who love to eat lemon. [Fem reader]

with an fem!admiral s/o ( fem!reader)

Kid Crew

Kid :

Conforting s/o [GN]

Law Crew

Law :

Conforting s/o [GN]

Whitebeard Pirate

Marco :

s/o eating all the snacks [GN-reader]

with an s/o that love's to eat pineapple with him ( fem!reader)

Marco on sleeping on his s/o lap [Fem!reader]

Marco affection

Ace :

s/o eating all the snacks [GN-reader]

Other crew/pirate

Mihawk :

S/o having bad time. [Male reader]

Mihawk find his s/o playing guitar and singing [GN-Reader]

Mihawk affection

Black-Maria :

S/o having bad time. [Male reader]

Marshall D.Teach - Black-Beard :

Drabble [Gender neutral reader] : Insomnia - Marshall D.Teach

Marine/ World Governement

Fujitora affection

Smoker having his pec played.

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op-imaginesandmore · 3 years

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How would Issho/Fujitora, Doflamingo, Smoker, Arlong, and Gin react to their s/o dying in their arms? (human s/o for all of them including Arlong) Sorry there are so many the posts you've made so far I've enjoyed immensely. I love your style of writing! (:

I know it’s been *checks notes* actual years since I have touched this blog, but I kinda wanted to try my hand at a few of the asks I have in my inbox. I’m going to do just Smoker, and with each of the asks with multiple characters I will pick the one I am most comfortable with writing and go from there. I hope you like it! And also, to anyone who reads this and likes it, thank you! But my ask box will remain closed until…idk, probably a long time. I don’t want to get any one’s hopes about about anything.

Pairing: Smoker x GN!reader

Warnings: Angst, character death (you asked for it), mild descriptions of injury, mentions of blood, implied smut (mildest of spice), unbeta’d if that is a warning

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The OP was supposed to be a simple one. Get in, do reconnaissance, stay under the radar, come back with what info they needed on the pirate crew, get out.

No one thought Big Mom herself was going to recognize Y/N, because you were good at your job. You had been spying for the government for years, you’d worked with Smoker as one of his subordinates, had infiltrated countless pirate crews, revolutionary bases, treasonous scum that thought they could get away with anything, and had always succeeded in your job.

Lay low, go unnoticed, get the info, come back to him. It was a perfectly organized system that was like clock work, each gear turning for the purpose of civilian protection, and justice.

Until now.

Blood soaked the beach he was kneeling on, who’s it was, he had no idea. Could be his, was probably the pirates’ that were scattered around the Vice-Admiral like debris after a storm, but what infuriated him most was it was most definitely yours.

Wheezes, broken and wet, escaped from your lips, swollen eyes looking up into stoic grey that was like looking into twin hurricanes. Anger, righteous and intense, swirled around with frustration, concern, grief, and an emotion you knew from your quiet moments between soft sheets and the hard planes of his body.

So gentle you barely felt it, he lifted you from the sand like something precious, your blood dripping down his arms and pooling beneath your broken body. Your eyes, swollen and bruised, squinted up at him and a soft smile cracked painfully across your lips.

“Hey handsome” you rasped, a cough that was soaked with blood spurting out. Smoker put a large hand through your matted hair, jaw clenching as he tightened his hold on you.

“I’m gonna get you to the ship’s infirmary” he seethed through his teeth, the usual multiple cigars he kept there like pacifiers long gone. He made to get up, but the cry that came from your lips was shrill and heartbreaking. He immediately stopped, holding you to his chest in a hold soft enough for a newborn.

“I know it hurts, but you need-“

“Do you remember Alabasta?”

Smoker stopped, looking down at your broken body that had the audacity to be giving him the smile that always managed to make his heart flutter in his chest like a crushing school girl’s. He swallowed thickly, not trusting his voice and opting for a nod.

“You were such a baby about Strawhat, I thought you were going to implode when he had his crew mate save your life.” You reached a trembling hand to his face, stroking the rough stubble of his jaw. Almost involuntarily, Smoker leaned into the soft touch, turning his head to kiss your palm as memories of their time on the desert island came to mind.

It had been the first time you had ever yelled at him, calling him reckless and blind. Telling him you were thankful for Strawhat, grateful he had saved his “stupid, sorry, ass” so you had the chance to give him a piece of your mind. He had retaliated with a practiced speech about being your superior, about how you should worry more about your job than what he was doing, how you shouldn’t talk to him like that.

Then you had the nerve to yell at him that you didn’t have a choice but to worry about him. When he yelled at you back about the why, instead of answering him you kissed him square on the mouth.

Their first kiss was in the moment, it was all teeth clacking and sudden and Smoker had been blindsided, but also hadn’t been. The two of you had been flirting with the line between officer and government agent for months at that point, subtle glances and bold, shameless flirting on your part had morphed into soft and subtle touches and hours of listening to you talk about everything and anything.

When the shock of it had worn off a second after you started kissing him, he hadn’t expected for himself to kiss you back. He had adjusted your chin, softened the kiss, and wrapped his arms possessively around your waist and lifted you, your legs wrapping around his own waist in a way that sent chills down his spine as he carried you to his desk. He set you down upon it, gentle as can be, but your legs stayed around his waist, his hips grinding into yours in a way that had him growling. Your lips had been like soft, plush, velvet on his own chapped ones, tongue sinful in its exploration, running against his to beg for entrance.

The two of you broke apart, you were panting, your face flush as you put your head on his chest and listened to the quick thumping of his heart. He smelled like a cigar, a hint of sweet fruit in a haze of earth and smoke that always managed to make your head spin. A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you licked the taste of him from them.

“I worry about you because I care about you Smoker” you looked up at him, your eyes twinkling in the soft glow of the sunlight coming in through the porthole of his cabin “probably more than what’s appropriate for a working relationship, but I don’t want to hide it anymore.” You put your hand on his face, stroking the apple of his cheek in a way no one had ever dared touch him before “if you don’t want this though, we can stop right now and never talk about it a-“

Smoker was kissing you again, softer but with a passion that turned your whole body into jelly that molded into his. It was brief, too brief for your liking but he was looking at you with a smoldering gaze that promised more.

“We do this, we tell no one.” He said with conviction “I can’t have my subordinates thinking I have favorites, and fraternizing could get me and you in a lot of trouble.”

You nodded, understanding alighted in your eyes as you coyly bit your kiss swollen bottom lip.

“If that means I get to see your smoke powers at work in the bedroom, I’ll take an oath of silence”

He felt his body react, his hardened length against your thigh making you squeeze your legs together, bringing him impossibly closer.

Smoker’s chest tightened at the memory.

“I’m glad” you said, swollen gaze growing distant “that it all happened the way it did. The last year and a half has been the best of my life” another cough, violent and cracking in its intensity that it had you whimpering into Smokers chest, and his eyes were burning with the tears that were inevitable now.

“Y/N-“ Smoker started, the deep rumble of his voice cracking “baby, you’re gonna be fine, let’s just-“ he took a breath, steeling himself to try and lift you up again, but your head falling limp against his chest stopped him, made the breath leave his lungs and, for the first time in a very long time, Smoker felt true terror grip his careful self control.

“Y/N?” His voice, so unlike the commanding bass it usually was, soft and broken as the body he held “Y/N? Sweetheart c’mon, wake up” he shook you, your head lolling to one side and then the next awkwardly, before it rested back on his chest and Smoker realized your uneven breathing had stopped, the rasping, painful breaths gone quiet and the only sounds to be heard on the bloodied beach were Smoker’s own uneven hyperventilating “Y/N please! You-you can’t do this! Baby, c’mon-open those pretty eyes, please! Y/N? Y/N!”

He held on tight to your body as he slowly broke down, the tears running rivers down his face that had smudges of your blood on it from holding your body up to it, his face buried into your hair as if he could revive you if he held on a little tighter, begged a little harder to whatever god or devil would listen. His cries broke through the silence, their only companion the lapping of water against the sand and gore. He rocked back and forth, clinging to your lifeless body like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

That was how Tashigi found her Vice-Admiral, sobbing into your hair as he begged you to wake up. Her heart shattered into a million pieces, but she had to keep him moving, had to remind him of the duty he still held.

“Vice-Admiral Smoker?” She breathed, caution in her tone, heartbreak threatening to pull her under when his breath caught. He looked up at Tashigi with a tsunami of emotions that she had never seen him display. Heartbreak and grief worked in tandem to make the ever stoic and statuesque officer crumble to his knees.

“I’ve gathered the survivors of our platoon, we’re awaiting your orders, sir”

There was a pregnant pause that seemed to stretch for an eternity, Smoker looking down at his dead lover, the emotions that had been raging across his face draining from his being, and was replaced once again with the careful stoicism that his position required of him.

He got up slowly, you still cradled against his chest as he looked out at the horizon. It was another long moment before he spoke.

“We bury our dead, then we take the fight to the one who started this.” There was a fury in his words that struck fear into Tashigi, a fear for how reckless her Vice-Admiral was about to be against a Yonko.

“But Smo-“

“Did I fucking stutter?” He whipped his head around, the grey of his eyes burning with an unbridled rage that seemed barely contained “I’m not gonna rest until every last piece of filth that carries the name of Charlotte are wiped from every ocean from the East Blue to Raftel.” He glanced down at the body in his arms, a soft, broken look before the rage hit again.

“They’re gonna pay for what they’ve taken, I’ll make sure of it personally.”

#smoker #one piece #Smoker x reader #Smoker One Piece #angst #crying #character death #tashigi

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