#smoker fanfic

[chihoshisai]

Begrudgingly Yours

Smoker x Reader

cw : set in post timeskip, friendship to lovers, reader has a bit of an attitude, Smoker looks out for reader, denial of feelings until they explode // wc : 3, 188K BUT the following will be around 1,8K as a preview. Link to ao3 will be provided at the end of the preview or you can click here to directly read it there

“You swindler! What’s with these prices, huh?!” The frustration of your voice echoed through the market, only to seamlessly blend with the cacophony of conversations that buzzed daily in the diverse pathways. Before you sat a grumpy fruit stall vendor, who seemingly just as tired of your tactics at negotiation had his arms crossed with a look of annoyance trying to pierce through that fierce skin of yours. 

“If you’re not going to buy anything, get lost,” he sighed, pointing his head towards the other stands in a rude manner. 

However, haggling had been a regular occurrence for you regardless of your skills.  “They’re way too out of range for what you’re selling!” you breathed in the hope that the vendor would eventually fold. With a steady grip, you grabbed the nearest apple and tried to vouch for a lower price, bickering in an endless back and forth until a gloved hand appeared in your field of vision, handing dollar bills to the vendor. 

“Is this enough?” The familiar voice rang, causing your shoulders to momentarily tense whilst you forbid every part of your being from looking up at the towering figure that stood behind you — the smell of multiple cigars enveloping you in a familiar embrace, as you secretly breathed in the toxic nectar of the fumes.

Seeing the nod of the vendor, along with the swift way in which he packed you the desired amount of fruits, handing them in a surprisingly polite manner to your extended hand, you couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed at the uncalled help. Placing the fruits in your shopping bag, you rolled your eyes at the additional words of the individual.  

“You suck at negotiating prices, so don’t bother wasting your time like that,” the words pointed out, causing the increase of the bitter feeling that boiled in your chest, much in contrast to the sizzling sensation that threatened to char your heart. 

“Smoker,” you perked your head to gaze into the usual frown of your friend — not without stealing a glance towards the parted lips that holded an unusual number of cigars — before making your way towards the bustling streets. “That’s quite a heroic way to let me know you’re back,” you flatly remarked, letting your eyes wander throughout the different stalls and boutiques.

“There’s no need to thank me,” his low voice floated through your ears, as he walked by your side. His presence had both been a blessing and a curse — ever since he had been appointed as the leader of the G-5 unit one, he had frequently been visiting your island during his time off. And with the twisted passing of time the two of you had enough encounters to pass from acquaintances to friends — and lately with the uninvited butterflies and churning that found refuge in your body, it left you fearful as to what the future may hold.

“I never knew marines handed out money to the poor,” you sarcastically scoffed at the thought of how these so called protectors of justice often seemed like ruffians. With few exceptions like Smoker, who secured his place in your life by that simple difference. 

Ignoring your remark, Smoker studied your unnoticing self — who purposefully prevented any form of eye contact — until his eyes landed on the grocery filled bag that wobbled in your arms. With adept hands, he successfully grabbed the content of your arms as you absent-mindedly persisted to keep your attention elsewhere. 

Having no choice but to peer over at him in these circumstances, a sigh escaped your lips, before they formed an angry pout. “You don’t have to do that,” you told him with a slap on the shoulder which in all honestly probably didn’t amount to much on his far too toned body. 

Though, knowing Smoker’s nature, you knew it was useless to try and convince him to do otherwise. “Oh whatever, suit yourself,” you quickly added with a side glance to his exposed skin. No matter how much time passed, such features would never fail to make a rush of heat run throughout your body. And you blamed him for making such a bold decision upon his fashion style. What good is there in exposing one’s chest either way?

“Where are you going?” he asked after resuming course along the market, his eyes eyeing you still, in the hopes of finding an answer.

“Home,” you flatly answered. “I’m assuming you’re here to get some of your clothes mended too aren’t you?” Never in your seamstress career had you ever thought to have a marine as one of your customers, but Smoker insisted he’d rather have his clothes done by you under the excuse of trust in your skills. In all honesty you knew it was most likely his way of supporting your business and an excuse to crash at your place as he waited for his clothes to be as good as new. 

“I don’t have anything that needs to be fixed,” Smoker pointed out, lowering his gaze to meet the expected frown you latched at him.

“Then why are you here?” Your brain raced trying to find other reasons as to his visit, “then is it Tashigi? Is she too self conscious to ask me a favor or something?” you blurted out.

“No. Do I need a reason to come visit you on my day off?” He somewhat innocently asked, making guilt creep in the nook of your conscience. 

“I guess not,” the words trailed, with your head lowering to the ground. If you weren’t about to busy yourself with sewing while Smoker was here, then what would the two of you do? The thought of a foreign future somehow worried you, as the sincere feelings that coursed through your body came to a high. 

When your feet had finally led the both of you to your place, you begrudgingly opened the door to the boutique, which buzzed with a few customers along with the bright grin of your mother greeting you in. 

“Smoker, you’re here too. Is there anything you’d like us to fix for you today?” the honeyed voice of your mother asked, whilst you somewhat sourly made your way backstore — your mind still racing to find a way to entertain the unforeseen guest. 

“No, I’m simply here to hangout,” he replied to the overly compliant mother who urged him to make himself at home, before shortly following your tracks that led to the home hidden behind the store and into the kitchen. 

“Help me with the groceries,” you instructed, a hand extended towards the bag he effortlessly holded.

“Are you that eager to get started?” He skirted over you with the hint of a smile, to place the bag on the table.

“I just want to get done with this chore,” you grunted, grabbing the bag of fruit Smoker had previously paid from his gloved hands. Sometimes your mood was even more gruff than his whenever he was near, providing for a clear contrast to the chirp and easygoing attitude you had while working — courtesy of the strange phenomena that seized every inch of your body at the slight mention, thought or dream of him. 

Now that the man in question stood in your kitchen, placing ingredients here and there as he was familiar with the place, you striked fierce glares whenever his back was turned — blaming him for the feelings he caused you to foster. And no matter how hard you tried to suppress them, the wretched thing seemed to nurture itself on its own, until you were left with no choice but to accept that you were in too deep to back down. In spite of that, chickens would have more chance of flying before you allowed yourself to act on the sensations. 

Plus, with a man like Smoker, chances were he valued his work more than anything else — and with the passionate way in which he spoke of his encounter with the Straw Hats and how many times he vowed to catch them, you lost count of how many times you jokingly told him to marry the crew if he was so obsessed with them. 

“It’s raining,” the serious voice of Smoker snapped you from your train of thought, your head perking towards the window to see the gray filter casted by the rain on the outside. You grumbled some incomprehensible words that sounded like ‘My laundry’ before bolting out of the room with a frustrated grunt, leaving Smoker with free reign in your home. Used to your antics, he simply resumed his task, as he assumed you would certainly snap had he followed you. With a puff of his cigars, he sighed, his head dropping at the thought that you had been more and more grumpy towards him as of late, failing to understand what he had done wrong.

***

“Sorry I took so long, I had to fold clothes,” you began before entering the kitchen, only to find it empty. The grocery bag already having been disposed of and the splatter of the rain echoed through the dimly lit room, as though to provide an additional presence. 

“Where did he go?” Frowning at the absence of Smoker, you went on to search various room of the house, knocking on the bathroom door, taking a peek at the living room, and even reluctantly bursting through your sibling’s room and leaving without a word after having scanned the place without seeing the fairly noticeable size of Smoker.

As the idea that he might have already left formed in your mind like salvation, you went to the boutique with the intention of confirming his disappearance. “Mom, did Smoker pass through here?” you asked, seeing her pack already made clothes for the lady that stood next to the counter.

“No, but while you’re here could you quickly mend these for me?” She asked, giving you a simple pleading glance which you happily replied with a nod and without complaint went on to aid around the shop, while the thought of not having to entertain Smoker danced in your mind. But with a start came an end, and you found yourself faced with no choice but to return to the silent home with only the rhythmic disturbance of the rain as company.   

Being faced with your previous dilemma, a tired sigh escaped your lips as you dragged your body through the residence, visiting each room once more in the hope Smoker might have resurfaced. “I give up!” The frustrated words escaped your lips while your feet led you back to the kitchen to grab a pack of cookies before climbing the stairs and for them to unceremoniously open the door to your room.    

Unexpected phenomena kept appearing today, as though each were trying to test your patience, as you walked in to find the relaxed form of your friend in a deep slumber on your bed, eyeing him with a gaping mouth. He truly had made himself at home. The faint smell of smoke still floated around, filling your nose in its familiar smell, with your eyes daring to take a proper look at Smoker since the settling of your feelings.

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[wing-ed-thing]

Stay the Night (Smoker x Reader)

Synopsis: Smoker is surprisingly, bafflingly competent at taking care of you while you're drunk.

Word Count: 2.4k

Tags/Warnings: Alcohol, Intoxication, Alcohol Sickness, Vomiting, Fluff, No Reader Pronouns Explicitly Mentioned (Reader Wears Heels, Makeup, and a Wig), Language, Mildly Suggestive, Two Longtime Friends and Peers who are Clearly in Love with Each Other

Notes: I felt like Smoker was the kind of guy to reluctantly hold your hair back while you're throwing up.

Unlike the rest of his present company, Smoker usually avoided overindulging in elaborately planned social events, especially those with an open bar. It was best to stay out of the way. 

The Marines rarely allocated funds to such frivolous occasions, and so most officers and honored guests took it upon themselves to find the bottom of the generously offered bottomless champagne. While the hangovers were never worth it, that didn’t stop even the highest leadership from stumbling out of the ballroom doors with hair tousled and neckties hanging across their shoulders. 

Smoker preferred to sit at a table out of the way: a sanctuary among the chaos, away from the main path of foot traffic, with a clear view of the door. That’s where he nursed his single glass of whisky. If he were feeling especially celebratory, he would have two. 

You, on the other hand… were already standing on top of a table. Your stilettos were positioned on either side of the floral centerpiece in the middle, and the tiny point of your heels barely allowed you to balance as the bottle in your hands exploded in a loud, crisp pop. 

Smoker watched how the sea of Marines that gathered around you in disheveled formalwear cheered, and your hypnotized face admired the bubbles pouring from the bottle's neck. 

A group of newly trained officers jumped up and down together in time with the music on the opposite side of the circular table in celebration, knocking some tall glasses over onto the white cloth below. Smoker nearly leaped out of his chair as your knees began to buckle. But even despite your tiny shoes and even tinier dress, you managed to catch yourself. Your laughter resounded loudly among the voices around you.

Smoker heaved a deep sigh, sitting back down, swirling his drink with a flick of his wrist. 

He didn’t even need to see that stunt to predict what would come later that night. 

The streets were utterly empty. Aside from the glow of the street lamps, the only light that shone was from the venue as the staff hurried their clean up. Smoker strolled out of the double doors, tie loosened around his neck and suit jacket draped neatly over his arm.

He barely had to make it outside before he saw you. Hell, he’d be able to spot that glittery ass anywhere, even without your blinding choice of attire. 

You were bent over on your weak knees as you hurled your guts out into a bush. Smoker let out a low, resigned grumble, swiping a hand over his fatigued face as he approached you. You barely registered the large shadow that overtook you, let alone the hands that gingerly and neatly gathered your hair away from your face. 

You sputtered, coughing as a few tears streamed from your eyes. The insides of your cheeks were wet and bitter, and your throat burned. You spat onto the ground to get more foul-tasting mucus out of your mouth. 

You were a Marine, dammit, and a few too many took you out quicker than any pirate ever did. 

“Koby?” you whined. Tears continued to stream from your eyes at the pressure in your sinuses. You spat again. God, something was in your nose.

“Sorry to disappoint, Lieutenant Commander,” Smoker gruffed from where he squatted next to you. 

“Don’t call me that,” you whimpered, not wanting to be reminded of your rank during such a state of weakness. Your stomach convulsed, causing your sickness to start again. Smoker’s gaze drifted to the still street like another weekday night. “I’m never gonna drink again.”

“Mh-hmm” was about the only noise you got out of Smoker. He sat patiently and wordless, not one to croon words of assurance at you as you paid for your night of over-indulgence. But for his silence, he continued to pull your hair back, meticulously smoothing the bundle back as best as he could so as not to knot or tug at your stands. 

In a moment of relief, you finally turned over to sit on the curb. Despite the extra alcohol emptied from your stomach, you were far from sober. Smoker knelt on one knee in front of you. You could hardly get his face to focus, let alone register the warm jacket he hung across your shoulders. 

He took the pocket square from the left breast pocket and unfurled it with a snap of his wrist. Smoker swiped the fabric over your mouth, clearing away saliva and slime. The backs of your fingers knocked against his wrist belatedly as you shook your head.

“‘M gonna fuck up your hankie, Smokey,” you sighed, even though he had already wiped your mouth. He shoved the square roughly into his pocket, paying no mind to you as he heaved you onto your feet. “‘M alright. I can make it home.”

“Like hell, you can.” You stumbled as you tried to step forward, but Smoker caught you around the waist. “These, too. You know the whole street’s cobblestone, right?.” His movements felt incredibly fast to you as he bent down again to slide your shoes off, and with two large fingers hooked around the pinch of your stilettos, Smoker moved to throw you over his shoulder. 

“Whoa, whoa, wait…” Your hand flew over your mouth, and the other splayed across Smoker’s right shoulder. He held you at length, studying your face and movements carefully. 

“What’s goin’ on?”

You shook your head in small but rapid swivels.

“Can’t do that.” You heaved a deep breath, slowly removing your hand from your mouth. 

Smoker grumbled a hum of acknowledgment, pulling his jacket closed over your chest before shepherding you down the street toward your apartment. 

You barely remembered the walk, although you were sure your drunken meandering was more than a test of Smoker’s patience. Even so, he hardly said a word, only breaking his silence to ask you where your keys were when you reached your doorstep. 

They were in your clutch, which Smoker was holding with your shoes, of course. 

As soon as the door opened, you nearly collapsed into your apartment. With Smoker's help, you fell neatly onto the couch by the entrance. He slipped off his boots— no matter how formal the event, Smoker was wearing his combat boots— and disappeared somewhere into your apartment. 

You didn’t even care. Your head was so heavy that all you wanted to do was sleep as you slowly sank into your couch cushions. 

“Sit back up.” You heard Smoker call sternly from the other room. You didn’t think you could obey him if you wanted to. 

In a second, you were being repositioned. The light from the lamp in the corner of the room was sobering and borderline upsetting, but it allowed you to see the small trashcan Smoker brought for you on the floor to your right and the bottle of make-up remover on the coffee table in front of you. Smoker sat beside you, tilting your chin to delicately rub your make-up away with a prepped, textured cotton pad. 

It caught you off guard, to say the least. Even in your drunken haze, Smoker still didn’t seem like the type to have patience for tender acts of service. Hell, you didn’t even know he knew what make-up remover looked like. 

But despite your judgments, Smoker sat on the couch next to you, one elbow resting against the back cushion as he held your chin while his other hand swiped away your perfect contour. 

“Who taught you this?” you giggled. Smoker, make sure to get the creases around your nose. 

“Doesn’t matter,” he muttered. “Where do you want your lashes?”

“What?—” 

Smoker had already pulled your left eyelash off, the entire strip. 

“I’ll put ‘em back in the book I saw.” Before you could protest, Smoker had already pulled off your right lash. He stood quickly, stuffing the solution-soaked pad into your hand as he pivoted to carry your lashes to the other room. “Work on the rest of the glue.”

He turned back to you slightly, leaning over you just a bit to grasp your wrist and manipulate your hand to move in a circular motion on your face before you slapped him away. Smoker disappeared once again into your apartment. 

You finally noticed the plastic cup of water on your coffee table and mustered up the energy to take it. The outside was wet with condensation. It was cold. You couldn’t remember the last time you drank water. 

“What do you wanna do with your unit?” Smoker appeared from around the corner again; some linens balled in a wad under his arm. He held a pillow in his opposite grip as if he were holding a stray dog by the scruff. 

His white collared shirt had been pulled from the waistband of his dress pants sometime during the night. The black tie that was already draped over his shoulders drooped to one side, making one side longer than the other. The first three buttons of his shirt sat on his chest untethered. A dampened towel rested over his shoulder.

You blinked at him between sips of water. Your stomach was handling rehydration so far, but you were about to push it.

“You’re not touching my hair, Smokey.”

“Though I’d offer.” He set the pillow down to take the towel off his shoulder. Smoker wadded it in a ball before throwing it your way. You somehow still had the dexterity to catch it out of the air. A generous amount of adhesive remover had already been applied to it. 

Smoker pulled the coffee table out of the way, and as you stared at the towel he threw to you, Smoker began arranging blankets and pillows around you. You supposed he was trying to get you to sleep somewhere you could sit up. He draped a fuzzy throw blanket on your lap and moved two large decorative pillows to your right and left.

As your eyes moved from the remover-soaked towel to Smoker and back, you couldn’t help but laugh. The sensation moved through you before tearing out of your chest. Unrestrained by the liquor, it probably came out louder and more shrill than it would have usually, but if Smoker had any comments, he kept them to himself. 

He knelt before you, both his wrists resting on his bent knee. He shook his head as if regretting the question he was about to ask in advance.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

You swayed forward, racked with trembles, as you continued to laugh. The back of your heels knocked against the bottom of the couch. Smoker didn’t move, even as your face inched gradually towards his. Your cheek settled into your palm, allowing you to sit folded over to meet his eye. He waited as your laughter gradually subsided.

“What are you doing here, Smoker?” 

He stared directly into your irises, and you didn’t know if his expressionlessness or the intensity of his gaze made your smug smile waver. Intending to tease him, Smoker didn’t humor you with an expression. Nothing you had done that night—nor anything you would do—could sober you up faster than the sharp and sudden twinge in your chest that came with simply meeting Smoker’s dark brown eyes. 

What the hell?

“Your girlfriend’ll be pissed.” You sharply recoiled, kicking your legs over Smoker’s bent knee to swiftly stand. You made a beeline deeper into the apartment. 

Smoker only wavered a moment, his eyebrows creasing for a second in confusion before he stood and followed you.

“What girlfriend?” he shouted. He nearly ran into you as you closed a small cabinet by the bathroom. The side of your lip drooped downward in an acute pout. Smoker, never one to enjoy feeling left out of the loop, hovered over you expectantly. You entered the bathroom without a second thought. Smoker found himself in the doorway.

“Weren’t you with that…” You snapped your fingers as you tried to recall her name. You didn’t have to wait.

“Six months ago… and we only went on a few dates,” Smoker defended, although he wasn’t quite sure why he felt the need to defend himself to you in the first place. The two of you had known each other for longer than he recalled knowing anyone else, and more prominently, the two of you were peers. Why should it matter if he took some petty officer out for a few drinks a few months back? His eyes narrowed at the back of your head. “Why?”

You shrugged. You seemed far less worried about the whole thing; your face practically pressed against the mirror to remove the remaining patches of product Smoker missed. He did a more than adequate job. He hardly missed anything regarding your makeup, but the pointed glance you stole in the mirror escaped him. 

“Now I know I’m pretty wasted—” You met his gaze through the mirror. You cocked your head, and your hands gripped the side of the sink in pure bafflement. “But you said ‘lash book’—?”

“Got it. Got it.” Smoker crossed his arms as he tore his attention away. Steam filled the air. He hardly noticed the shower running, and he most definitely didn’t realize that you were standing in front of him, presenting your back, until you started speaking again.

“So, you’re just kind of a—" You glanced over your shoulder at him, and for as off as your judgment was, you knew you probably shouldn’t finish your sentence—even if his reaction would have been hilarious. You turned back around. “Get my dress for me?”  

You could have noticed Smoker’s single beat of hesitation if you were any less intoxicated. But for yet another instance that night, Smoker went quiet as he slowly tugged down the back zipper of your dress. The invisible zipper was thin and difficult to grip, but it slid down your spine like butter regardless, revealing the soft skin underneath.

“I have a pair of your shorts in the bottom left drawer of my dresser. The couch is yours.” You pivoted again on your heel, one hand holding your dress up on your chest and the other pushing Smoker back through the doorway. “Now get out.” 

You shut the door. Smoker sighed and resigned himself to rifle through your dresser, wondering why he had clothes at your place at all. 

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Notes: Based off my personal headcanon that Smoker has a surprisingly extensive dating history and an equally surprising library of knowledge about girly stuff because he's an extremely involved boyfriend. I'd say most of his previous relationships had amicable break ups. Reader was also going to say "so you're kind of a whore" but decided against it.

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[oddmawd]

— THERE'S FIRE Chapter 7: "The Asset in Action" (Smoker/OC)

Summary: When Commodore Smoker receives orders to escort a wealthy woman to her new home in the Grand Line, he regards the task before him as little more than glorified babysitting. But there’s more to the Asset than meets the eye, and soon Smoker finds himself drawn to the one woman he’s certain he cannot have. Justice, honor, duty...what do these ideals mean if holding true to them will lose Smoker something precious?

Lady Oxley Noa would do anything to protect her family — including sacrifice her own happiness. But when she meets Commodore Smoker, the line between the demands of her duties and the needs of her heart begins to blur. Stolen moments, smoldering glances, unspoken promises...she knows what they must mean, but she can’t afford to place a name to them lest she risk heartbreak unimaginable.

But love doesn’t care about your plans. Soon the spark of shared affection blazes too brightly to be ignored, and while neither Smoker nor Noa wants to admit what burns between them, it is an undeniable fact that where there’s smoke — there’s fire.

[Smoker x OC. Inspired by Bridgerton and other period romance. Slow burn. Eventual smut.]

TAGS & CONTENT WARNINGS

FANDOM: One Piece

PAIRINGS: Smoker x OC

RATING: Teen+

WORD COUNT: 69k total, 13.6k for chapter 7

GENRE: Romance

TAGS: Mutual pining, romance, slow burn, unresolved sexual tension, attempted kidnapping, inspired by Bridgerton and other period romance, set during the One Piece timeskip, deals with the themes of duty, social class/obligation, political/arranged marriage

WARNINGS: Canon-typical action/violence, descriptions of minor wounds and wound care

CHAPTER 7 - Excerpt

Rear Admiral Glacé’s warship, a brutish hulk of a vessel topped in a skeletal tangle of rattling rigging and furled sails, loomed over Smoker’s cruiser. Sailors tossed over lines and hooks and mooring poles, binding the ships together as they anchored for the night. Though the ships were to be unified, men aboard both stood along the bulwarks in watchful defense, unwilling participants in an alliance no one wanted yet no one had the gall to reject. The barrels of rifles and curves of cutlasses gleamed in the light of flickering oil lamps. Smoker paid them no mind, eyes fixed on the long gangway beginning to lower from the warship’s deck down to his cruiser, winches slowly unwinding, a guillotine falling in slow motion. 

He turned to Tashigi and Oxley. Both looked at him with determination, though Oxley’s was tempered with a strange, small smile. He took out his watch, noting the time, tipping it toward them so they could all watch the minute hand strike the hour.

“Remember your orders?” Smoker muttered.

“Yes sir,” said Tashigi.

“Dismissed.”

He put his watch away. Tashigi trotted off. The men (arranged in as close to a formation as the ragtag dogs of Unit 01 could achieve) parted like water around her. She vanished through a door and down a set of stairs; from behind the door came a thud and a muted ‘ouch.’ Some of the men chuckled at her clumsiness. Others grumbled under their breaths, envious she didn’t have to welcome the Rear Admiral too.

A look from Smoker silenced the lot of ‘em quick enough. Oxley, meanwhile, adjusted the blanket she wore like a makeshift shawl around her shoulders and straightened her spine. She stared at the still-lowering gangplank (a long, unwieldy thing) with lips pressed tight and firm.

“I remember my mission, as well.” Her dark eyes sparkled; a sly curl of her upper lip cracked her calm composure. “It’s rather electrifying, having one. Do you feel like this all the time?”

The question felt like a trap, even if she didn’t mean it as one. So all Smoker said was, “Try not to have too much fun.”

Oxley replied, “No promises.”

In contrast to the flurry of activity aboard the paired vessels, the ocean stretched still and calm toward the horizon, black as ink in any direction. Their rendezvous point amid the waters of the Grand Line had been set via Den Den Mushi by communications personnel, away from the site of the battle and any attention it may have attracted. The Rear Admiral had arrived shortly after the battle ended, and a scant half hour after Smoker and Oxley negotiated the terms of their alliance in his cabin. Which left them precious little opportunity to coordinate their next move with Tashigi, granted, but there was no time to go over the details again. Now was time for action.

Well. Time for Oxley to spring into action, anyway.

Smoker didn’t like this plan much — which is to say, he hated its goddamn guts. He’d said so at the time, but the two women he called allies had more or less bullied him into going along with it anyway, the pair of them glaring like pit vipers when he told them such. The key player in all this stood at his side upon the lower decks as the gangway descended, clutching the blanket-turned-shawl about her shoulders, head held high under the night wind. Oxley didn’t look intimidated to be thrown to the proverbial wolves. But…

Smoker cleared his throat. “Oxley.”

Dark eyes cut toward him. “Yes, Commodore?”

“Do you think you can…?”

“I can handle the Rear Admiral. Just you wait.” And yet her confidence faded. She took a deep breath, teeth worrying her lower lip. “But…”

Smoker frowned. “But what?”

Another deep breath. She smiled tightly. “Please, Smoker,” she said. “Do not hold anything I say against me.” When he only arched a brow, she said, “The Game can be — ”

Oxley didn’t get to finish. The gangplank hit the deck with a thud followed swiftly by the sound of marching feet. A small squad bearing rifles crossed the bridge, twin rows of soldiers clad in pressed and pristine uniforms preceding the steps of Rear Admiral Glacé. The man wore a billowing greatcoat with gold epaulettes on his shoulders, chest festooned with rank insignia that glimmered in the light of the nearby lamps. Smoker, in contrast, wore his usual short white jacket with green fur trim, shoulders empty of epaulettes, insignia traded for bandoliers of cigars. These juxtaposed details told a story, visuals highlighting the difference between his rank and the Rear Admiral’s.

And those details weren’t the only things marking their respective stations. The Rear Admiral had leaned into his position whole hog. Shoes shined to a wicked polish, trousers freshly pressed, and a tailored grey blazer with matching waistcoat held shut with gold buttons — yeah, this man wanted his station known on sight. His personal grooming said the same. He wore his hair in a long, neat ponytail down his back, face shaved perfectly clean. Not a speck of grime on him, Smoker reckoned. The Rear Admiral’s warship looked likewise spotless, with shiny decks and prim sails like it hadn’t been at sea for more than a day. Not at all like Smoker’s ragtag cruiser. The dogs of Unit 01 howled when asked to scrub or sweep…

Had Oxley noticed the differences between Smoker and the Read Admiral? If she did, she gave no sign. She just stood demurely at Smoker’s side, watching the Rear Admiral approach in silence. His polished boots clacked across the deck, coat fanning artfully in his wake. Narrow green eyes swept over Oxley up and down before alighting on Smoker.

“Commodore Smoker, I presume,” the Rear Admiral said in rich, smooth tenor.

“Rear Admiral Glacé.” Smoker didn’t bother saluting, and his voice sounded like a growling wolf’s in comparison. “This is — ”

He side-stepped Smoker as if he hadn’t said a word. “And this fetching creature must be Lady Oxley Noa,” said the Rear Admiral, white-gloved hands reaching for woman in question. Glacé dipped a bow, heels clicking together smartly. “A delight to meet you, my Lady. I am Glacé Felix, Rear Admiral and commander of G-4’s highest ranking military unit.”

“Charmed,” Oxley said, “I’m sure.”

Ever the graceful Lady, she extended her hand. The Rear Admiral took it in his own and kissed her knuckles, thin lips pressing softly against the bandages upon them. Oxley smiled back, unflinching. Smoker’s hands balled into fists. The pair of them together painted a pretty picture, he grudgingly admitted. A tightness spreading in his chest, accompanied by a deep, burning inhale on his cigar — 

Tashigi was not there, but he could practically hear her mutter, “Steady.”

Smoker released the breath, a plume of ash rising to the moon.

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[1leliysworld]

When he smokes>>>>

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[the-fluff-piece]

Moving in together

Finally, you found a flat and will live together!

How will this work out with monster three, Law and Smoker?

Modern world AU headcanon about moving and living to together. Sfw and funny

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Zoro

Doesn't own furniture

He basically lived in Nami's closet, paying her full rent. One day he just left his stuff at your place and said "hope it's ok". Now his name is on the doorbell next to yours.

Cannot assemble ikea furniture. The orientation of wooden parts relative to the other parts is a mystery to him. The first week, you will sleep on a mattress on the floor

His clothes will fit in two drawers

He'll be running around the flat naked very often. You don't mind.

Will build a little gym in one corner and work out daily

Law

Previously lived in a basement, is overwhelmed by windows and high ceilings

Brings mostly generic furniture, but has a few Antique gems in his possession

Says things like "can't wait to have you in my bed for good" when you decide to sell yours and take his antique bed with beautiful wood carvings

Even though he doesn't seem excited about your big, fluffy blankets in pastels you'll soon find him as a blanket burrito on the couch

Cannot hide his grumpiness from you anymore, has to confront it by silently cuddling up to you

Sanji

All his stuff is second hand but in good condition, probably from flea markets

Has already planned your shared Home long before you brought it up

Has several breakdowns during moving because he is a perfectionist, needs lots of kisses and hugs and a cooking break to function again

The flat has an extra room which he loves to think of as the nursery, starting a loving family of his own is always on his mind since he met you

Luffy

Moves out from a strange flatting situation with his friends, basically brings them with him

Will hang the walls with posters of insects

Wakes up every morning full of energy listening to his favorite playlists, jumping through the flat. Since you taught him how to use the coffee maker, he at least serves you some coffee

your fridge is always either full of stuff - or empty. there is no in between.

Smoker

All his things are grey and generic. Except his old army stuff, that's army colored

he ist the most efficient mover ever. He carries your freezer up to the third floor without an elevator

He is confused by some of the stuff you bring with you. Why do you need all those stuffed animals? Shawls? Blankets? It's soft though. He likes to touch your soft things when he feels like no one's watching.

Other things openly excite him. Like all that underwear, your sexy outfits. Now he can look at all of them and suggest what you could wear for the next date...

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[smokersbaby]

Op men when their s/o asks to choke them

Characters: Law, Crocodile, Smoker (can do more on request) CW: NSFW content, chocking, creampie (no breeding kink included), rough sex (Crocodile part), size kink, minor errors. Notes: got inspired by last night with my s/o, these are my favourite three characters in OP, I hope you enjoy this! I am Italian so I'm sorry if phrases don't sound so fluent, I'm trying my best to improve my writing 💕

Trafalgar Law

You were taking him so well, his pace going faster and faster and his hips bouncing on you. His hands were holding yours over your head and his eyes were set on you, as to tell how much he wanted to bury himself inside of you. His moans were becoming loud as if he was almost there, you could also tell it by the stiffness of his muscles tensing above you. Seeing him like that was making you lose your mind, you could feel your peak coming right like his, clenching your walls against his hard cock. But you wanted more, something inside you wanted him to grab you by the neck while fucking you so well, like you were all his. At the moment it was really difficult to put words together since you were lost in pleasure, the only thing escaping from your mouth were moans. "L-Law..." you tried to say, he was watching directly at you and supposed you wanted him to stop so he lowered his pace. "No, please continue" you immediately said, in the meantime you let his hands go from the grip over your head. You grabbed gently his wrist bringing his hand over your neck. He understood in less than a second what you wanted, so he tightened his grip on your neck a little bit, just to let you know you were all his. His pace returned to be fast and powerful, your eyes watering for this kind of pleasure that made you want more and more of his thrusts. Law was feeling in control and this sensation made him lose his mind. You were so close to your climax and he could feel it too, so he closed his hand on your neck more knowing how much you liked it like this. That thing sent you over the edge, you reached your peak and so he did in the same moment, feeling your insides milking his stiff cock inside of you. He loosened his grip and kissed you softly on the lips a moment after, changing his attitude from tough to sweet in a second. He laid up hugging you waiting for you to fall asleep in his arms, needless to say, he was smiling for having discovered this new kink of yours.

Sir Crocodile

The sound of your ass hitting against his skin was filling the room, you were bouncing on him with your hips, taking all of his large cock inside of you. It was kind of unusual for such a man to lay down and watch you fuck yourself with his cock, for once you were the one in charge. You could move with ease in this position, choosing to take him deep further inside or not, teasing him. This thing was making Crocodile upset, he didn't like this kind of game. You were smirking at him, taking just the tip of his dick to see him irritating. Maybe you were playing too much with him because all of a sudden he decided to turn the tables coming on top of you. You didn't expect him to react in such a way, but somehow you wanted to feel him make you his in any way possible. He was laying on top of your back, sticking his aching cock between your thighs in your wet cunt from behind. A loud groan came from his mouth the moment he entered you, finally able to decide the rhythm of the thrusts. You were between the mattress and his body and feeling his weight all over you made you want him to choke you at that moment. You tilted your head slightly to the side since it was pounded into the mattress. You could barely see his face from that position but you didn't need to see him for asking such a thing. "Choke me," you said firmly, Crocodile wasn't waiting for more, he put his large hand on your neck squeezing it and thrusting his cock deeper in you the moment he grabbed you. You were so full of him, at that moment you thought that if this was his reaction you were going to ask him to choke you every single time. You couldn't help but smile being fucked so roughly and deep by your man.

Smoker

"F-fuck, you're so tight…" Smoker said breathing heavily above you. His large cock was stretching your insides as if it were your very first time, which it wasn't. He was so big compared to you, his muscles covered by a thin layer of sweat due to fucking you so passionately. You were under him, chest to chest and hugging him trying to grab his back with your hands but it was kinda difficult because of his size. Even though you had just begun, he was almost at his limit, maybe because of how your cunt was wrapping his cock or because he was madly in love with you. His thrusts were so deep and slow, his pace was killing you and you wanted more even though you were almost crying in pleasure. Smoker's mouth was kissing your neck making you moan, suddenly he bit it gently, and that thing made your thoughts come out of your mouth. "Please choke me…" you said whispering in his ear. He stopped for a moment, this kind of request sounded completely new to him, even though he was a really big man he was soft on the inside. Smoker looked at you in the eyes to understand if that was what you wanted, he seemed confused so you decided to help him bring his large hand over your neck. His cheeks blushed a bit seeing you smile under his soft grip. He understood you were comfortable in it so he tightened his grip a little bit making you moan and starting again to thrust his cock inside of you. "You like it like that baby?" he whispered, you didn't need to answer because your moans were speaking for you. His rhythm was getting faster and you could feel him at his limit, also the lack of air was taking you almost there. Smoker leaned down on your mouth to kiss you while still grabbing you by your neck, his tongue was craving yours and the hotness of that kiss brought you both to your climax. Your nails dug into his back while you were creaming on his cock as he did the same in you with his cum. A second after he lay on you almost squishing you into the mattress, but you loved how you could feel him so close like that. "I didn't expect you could like such a thing, but I think I may like it too," he said kissing you on your forehead.

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[zorosleftmantit101]

Royal AU, Princess reader x (Peasent) One piece character who would you like to see (Poll at bottom)

(Reblogs are greatly apprecited)

Preveiw:

Scouting through the halls of the castle, you stopped at a window, overlooking the town below. Your gown slithered snuggly against your body as the wind kissed your cheeks. You felt the town call a silent song for you, your heart yearning to see the people below. "Oh dear Y/N, I've been looking for you everywhere, don't waste your time looking over that filthy village, come with me, a bath has been drawn for you." An elderly woman calls, shuffling up to grab you by the elbow, before yanking you away.

"Nanny Arlem why am I never allowed down to the town" you grumbled as a pale of warm water was poured over your head. Pulling the dampened hair from your eyes, you looked at her beside you. 'Tsking' in irritation Nanny Arlem rubbed a soapy sponge along your back. "if you really must know, it's filled with peasants and filth, no one a princess like you should be associating with," she huffed, dropping the sponge in the water to go fetch a towel.

Standing so she may drape the towel over your shoulders, you looked out your bathroom window, situated on the opposite side of the town with a magnificent view of the hills and lake, yet not the view you wanted most of all. Deciding to drop the subject, you dried and clothed yourself before making your way to bed, watching the setting sun drape orange hues of light across your room. An hour had passed and you were still lying in a sleepless rest engulfed in darkness as the stars and moon ruled the sky.

As a Princess, you had to stay within the castle and gardens, serving your father until you potentially had to be shipped off for some bullshit arranged wedding. Nights were long and days were longer as the only part of the castle open to you were the gardens and the library and they were hardly filled with anybody worth staying for. You were ultimately trapped, "Such a horrid life having to live in a rich castle with fresh food, water and servants at your disposal" one might jest, Yet life was hardly enjoyable because what's the use of having all these amazing things in your life if it's not a life you want to live.

Comment Below Any other characters (with job) you might like to see

I would like to get a lot of opinions on this so reblogs are greatly apprecited

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[nerdacious]

“Fancy meeting you again, Gendarme,” a soft voice settles next to him.

Kim turns to see the man from the balcony from Martinaise, cigarette in hand as usual, shirt still unbuttoned. Kim’s expression doesn’t betray his surprise at this interruption. This was the last person he expected to meet tonight.

A year ago today I posted my first Disco Elysium fic, Call Me By His Name. So I commissioned the talented @snaxk to draw a scene from it to mark the occasion!

If you like pining Kim haunted by the (metaphorical) ghost of Harry, you should check it out! And if you like case fics and slow burns, you should read the follow-up!

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[roguerambles]

A New Bad Habit

One Piece - Smoker x Female Reader

Warnings - Very NSFW. Horny adults being horny together. 18+Only.

Smoker needs to get seriously laid, so I got him seriously laid. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking with it. (What is it with white-haired anime people, jeez--)

-

You were a damned nuisance.

You hadn’t been Smoker’s intended catch of the day, but when he had spotted you at the port he knew that meant the infamous Red Hair Pirates were in town. It had taken a while to catch you (you were quicker and craftier than he liked to admit) but now he finally had you tied up and secure in his ship, while his subordinates scoured the town for the rest of your crew.

“It won’t take long to find them.” He growled at you through a puff of cigar smoke. “You can make this easier if you talk.”

You stretched your bound hands over your head, the movement causing your thin, buttoned shirt to cling a little snugger to your chest – which was the point, Smoker suspected. “You know, we really need to stop meeting like this, Vice Admiral.” You fluttered your eyelashes playfully. “People will talk.”

“You’re not getting away this time.” Smoker scoffed, and blew out another puff of smoke. Twice before you had been in the custody of him and his men, and twice you’d escaped – he’d damn near tossed the subordinates who’d let you slip overboard when he found out why – but this time was different. This time, you weren’t leaving his sight until each and every one of the Red Hair Pirates was under arrest.

You sighed and stretched out across the bed with catlike grace, somehow looking perfectly at ease despite your bound wrists. Smoker was beginning to take it a little personally. You propped your head atop clasped hands, eyes running slowly over him. “…you’re pretty.”

He contemplated tossing you in the brig, but you’d escaped from there last time. That’s why he had you here, in his quarters. “My men will find your crew, and then you are all under arrest.” He growled at you, taking a small slice of satisfaction as your confident smile ever so briefly slipped from your lips. Then it was back, and you rolled onto your back with a sigh.

“Is that why we’re just sitting in here?” You idly picked at the front of your shirt, pulling it away from your body before letting it fall again. It movement gave Smoker a brief view of smooth skin and full curves and he scoffed – honestly, is that what had distracted his men before? He was going to give them another earful when this was over—

“—and here I thought you just wanted to spend some time with me.” You huffed, adopting a wounded expression. Smoker rolled his eyes behind his shades, biting down slightly on his cigar.

“You aren’t flirting your way out of this one.”

You flashed him a smirk. “Actually, I’m trying to flirt you into me. Keep up, Vice Admiral.”

You always did this. Smoker squared his shoulders and marched across the room towards with powerful strides – maybe a gag would finally keep you quiet – when he spotted it. A dull glint of silver, nestled between your palms, being subtly rolled back and forth. A growl erupted from deep in Smoker’s chest. “Drop it—”

You sprang, your foot sailing directly for his face – he dissolved into smoke, surging towards you, determined to stop you in your tracks, but you seemed to have expected this. You twisted and slammed your hands into the bed, flipping around so your momentum sent you sliding over the side and under the bed. Smoker cursed and surged after you as you scrambled towards the door, his form turning solid as he crashed into your back, crushing you against the door hard enough to make it rattle in its frame.

His large hand seized your wrist, lifting it over your head and slamming it into the door. You cursed and opened your hand, causing a sharp, silver pin to tumble to the floor. You kicked and squirmed as he leaned against you, using his broader, larger frame to pin you against your attempted escape route.

“…you made me drop my damn cigar.” He muttered lowly, as you wriggled futilely against him.

“You have more.” You panted, tilting your head back to grin up at him. Despite your failed escape, you looked completely at ease. “But, you’re right. Let me make it up to you.”

Your other hand lunged upwards like a snake – Smoker anticipated a punch, the thought to dissolve already half-formed in his mind – when your fingers sailed around the back of his head, gripped his white hair, and pulled him down to crush his lips against yours.

Smoker had not expected that.

His immediate response was total confusion. He opened his mouth to ask what you were doing, but your tongue met his, pushing dominantly and something sparked in him, and he fought back with his own. His fingers tightened around your wrist, his free hand automatically snapped down to catch your thigh as your legs suddenly encircled his hips. He reached upwards towards your back, to grab the back of your shirt and yank you away, he told himself, but instead his hand slipped under the loose fabric, roaming across smooth, bare skin and pushing you further against him.

You pulled back slightly, sucking hard on his lower lip, eyes wide and blown black with desire as you gazed at him. “…better?”

You pushed against him with all your body weight, briefly knocking him off balance. He recovered his footing fast, though, turning to slam you down onto the dresser near the doorway. His heart thundered in his ears, his head bellowing to secure his grip before you slipped away, while the rest of him hissed pleasantly to get your damn clothes out of the way—

“Vice-Admiral?” A voice called from outside. “Is everything alright in there?”

Smoker went rigid. You, however, looked perfectly calm, tilting your head to press hot, lingering kisses against his neck. “I think you can handle me on your own.” You purred into his ear, your tongue flickering heatedly against his skin. “Don’t you, Vice Admiral?”

Smoker’s rational mind was screaming. Secure her in the brig and stop this madness. His pride howled that of course he could handle one damn pirate and her demon given charms.

“You think you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, don’t you?” He growled at her. Your hand slipped under his coat, nails lightly raking up his back, and the sound he made was downright indecent.

“Maybe not.” You shrugged slightly. “But…one way to stop me escaping is keeping your hands on me, yeah…?” Your lips brushed against the lobe of his ear, teeth nipping lightly. You pulled off his shades and dropped them beside you to look into his eyes. “And I’ll be honest, Vice Admiral, getting away from you is the last thing I want right now.”

Something deep in his belly howled that was bloody fantastic logic, and he tightened his grip on you, the light gasp spilling past your lips sending heat directly to his gut.

“…Vice-Admiral?” The voice outside called again, concern painted in their tone.

“I’m fine.” Smoker scooped you off the dresser and moved towards the table – his hand swatted your ass when he caught the broad, smug grin on your face, making you yelp in surprise. “The prisoner is secure. Have the Red Hair Pirates been located?”

“No, sir, we haven’t—”

He slid you onto the table, briefly releasing his grip so you could push his coat off – he felt an another absurd flicker of proud vanity as you greedily raked your fingers over his broad, perfectly muscled torso. “Then get out there and find them!”

“Y-yes, sir!”

“You won’t find them, you know.” You gave a playful grin as he impatiently yanked your own shirt away from your body. He felt a flash of irritation at your insinuation, but you had fucking beautiful breasts so he let it slide. “They won’t…ah…! Smoker…!”

You moaned and arched your back as his lips closed around your nipple, teasing hard and hot with teeth and tongue, before he began moving downwards, trailing heated kisses across your flesh. You squirmed backwards on the table, knocking maps and papers aside as Smoker’s fingers gripped your waistband, pulling everything down in a fluid motion.

“Not…not fair…” You panted, reaching to grasp at his broad, powerful shoulders, the muscles of his back flexing under your touch as his mouth teased the inside of your thighs with ruthless efficiency. “You…you’re still…fuck, Smoker, yes…!”

You moans were like music to his ears, seeping into his veins and lighting his blood ablaze. You tasted wild and sweet on his tongue, your thighs squeezing tight around his shoulders as you bucked and moaned under him. “Smoker…ohhhhh…! Smoker…please…! Inside, I want you inside…!”

He pulled back from you with a groan and a curse, tearing at his belt. He pushed his pants down, kicking everything aside as he sprung free, and he again couldn’t help the smug flicker of pride when he heard you gasp. You slid towards him eagerly, and he moved his hips between your thighs, slotting in like he belonged there, words swept off his tongue as though by a wave as your warmth enveloped him, hot and slick and incredible. He growled and groaned, his hands finding your hips and gripping tight, watching as you whipped your head back, a wordless cry of pleasure spilling past your lips.

“Ahhhhh….! Ah….Ah….!”

Smoker thrust his hips hard, long and precise movements that made you moan and writhe, your walls clenching and squeezing around him so deliciously it made his head swim. His hips stuttered as you dove forward, nails raking hard down the flesh of his bulging shoulders and arms as your orgasm struck, making you quiver wildly in his grasp.

“Smoker….!”

His name falling from your lips sent a bolt of lightning deep into his gut, and he growled as his pace quickened, fire and honey searing in his veins as you gasped and clenched tight around him, his release hitting him like a tidal wave as your screamed his name through your second climax.

Smoker slumped over you as you collapsed back onto the table, panting and clinging to him, your palms pressed against the sweaty flesh of his back. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin, heat trickling back into his lower belly. “Fuck, you are beautiful.” He murmured against your skin, and he felt you shiver pleasantly against him.

“So are you.” You breathed back, lightly grazing your nails over his shoulder blades. Smoker stood straight, pulling you off the table with him, wrapping his arms under your thighs. He stumbled backwards, his lips hungrily finding yours as you both fell into the bed together.

Smoker lost track of how many times you peaked together. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so insatiable with a lover, hungered for the feel of another’s body against so intensely. He dimly heard someone at the door – no doubt the entire damn ship could hear what you both were doing – but he’d roared through another intense orgasm to just fucking deal with whatever it was. You were just as consumed by passion as him, and for hours it felt as though nothing existed beyond the bed, beyond your bodies writhing together in bliss.

Eventually, the most delicious kind of exhaustion seeped into his body as you bounced rhythmically, breathless moans of pleasure spilling past your lips. He gripped your hips loosely, large hands guiding your movements, his face buried in your chest when someone knocked at the door.

“Um….Vice Admiral…?” Tashigi’s voice called hesitantly through the door. “I…er…know you’re…busy…but—”

You clenched around him with a sinful moan, triggering a surge of white hot heat deep in his belly. “Fuck…fuck…deal with it, Tashigi…!” He seized your hips as you both crested your final climax together, before he sank back into the bed. You collapsed on top of him, breathless and sated, your bodies a sweaty tangle of limbs.

“….oh! Yes, sir…” Tashigi cleared her throat, and he heard her footsteps hurry away from the door. He caught sight of the darkening sky outside the window, your arm sliding around his waist, before his eyes drifted shut and sleep claimed him.

-

 Smoker awoke to your lips on his neck, and his belly growling.

“Good morning.” You hummed, running your fingers softly up and down his abdomen. Smoker grumbled in response, tilting his head so your lips would meet his. You giggled softly, lightly nipping his lower lip. “Well, someone is feeling sweet.”

“Hmmmm….” Smoker couldn’t think of anything to say, so he settled for kissing you again. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so well. You laughed softly, brushing your fingers along his jaw. “We shouldn’t have…” He pulled back, squeezing his eyes shut. “…this…this can’t change anything.”

You sighed, running your palm slowly along his waist, just above where the sheet covered him. “I know.” You pecked his lips. “You’ll keep trying to catch me. Us. I understand.”

Smoker gave a humourless chuckle. “My men will have found your crew.” Smoker knew his job, he’d never felt regret about it before or now, but he felt something close. “While we were…while I was keeping you busy. I have to place you under arrest again.”

“Oh, they won’t have found them. They left yesterday.”

“…what?”

Smoker cracked open his eyes, squinting in the fresh sunlight. You lay next to him, fully dressed, a somewhat sheepish smile on your lips.

“Let me be clear, this is not how I envisioned us using shackles.”

Smoker shot upwards, or tried to. His wrists were bound above him, thin cuffs of…seastone holding him to the headboard. He turned his face back to you, eyes blazing. “What the fuck—”

You kissed him again, and he cursed against your lips before kissing you back. “What the fuck?” He demanded.

“Don’t be mad!” You rolled on top of him, wringing your hands as you perched on his covered hips. “I wanted to…well I wanted this so I asked the Chief to drop me off here. I figured when you caught me, you’d send your marines to go look for my crew, and we could…you know…”

Smoker gawked at you, one of the few times in his life being truly gobsmacked. “You tricked me?”

“I prefer to say I somewhat misled you.”

“And the seastone?!”

“Well, obviously, I can’t let you arrest me, silly.”

Smoker shrugged against his cuffs. “Take these off.”

“You know…” Your palms rubbed up his chest, lightly caressing his pecs. “You look really good like this—”

“Damn it! Uncuff me!” He couldn’t decide if he wanted to restrain you immediately or fuck you again, he’d decide when his hands were free.

“Don’t worry, I told Tashigi to come back in a hour. She’ll let you out.”

“Tashigi saw us?”

“Well, no, I spoke to her through the door. Said we had been up all night because you were lecturing me on the evils of piracy.” You grinned a little, and Smoker cursed the way it made his heartrate quicken. “I’ve been a very bad student. Just say I lured you into a false sense of security or something. It’ll humanise you to them all a little, they’ll love you even more.”

He could never look Tashigi in the eye again. The entire ship had probably heard them—

You slipped off the bed and he opened his mouth to yell. You stuffed some sheet into his mouth. “Sorry. I promise, you can punish me any way you want next time.” You smirked, and the idea sent blood rushing south despite himself.  Smoker glared as you leaned down to peck his cheek, before turning and darting for the door.

“I hope we do this again soon, Vice Admiral.” You blew a kiss playfully as you slipped through the door. “I miss you already.”

Smoker flopped back against the bed, furious with himself. He squirmed slightly, his gaze flickering to where you had just been standing. He would catch you again, and your punishment would be extremely thorough.

He felt a smile tug at the very corners of his mouth. 

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[squoxle]

˚₊‧꒰ა All Good Girls Burn In Hell ♡ S.Eunseok ff ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

💠pairing: Eunseok x Reader!afab | 💠wc: 7.1k | 💠cw: profanity, religious themes, drug use, abuse, coercion, protected and unprotected sex | 💠plot: Your tired of being mommy’s little girl so you sneak out to a college party with the Devil’s Advocate…

With the pressure of being the perfect daughter weighing on your shoulders, the last thing you needed right now was a boy. Especially not when that boy was Song Eunseok He was everything you weren’t and the complete opposite of what your parents believed in. Rule Breaker. Trouble Maker. Bad Boy.

His beauty... charmed you like a snake, entrapping you in his comforting grasp before crushing the life out of you.

His words... were like the devil’s music, enchanting you with his lovely tune as he led you down a path of darkness.

And his eyes... God his eyes were the most delicate yet aggressive feature of his face. Boldly standing out with a gentle aura surrounding them.

He was the perfect temptation. Sent by Satan himself to draw you away from purity and righteousness.

And you were the perfect target. You were weak and he could tell, which is what made corrupting you that much easier.

Your home life was just about as chaotic as you'd expect an extremely religious family to be.

“Honor thy father and thy mother, for this is the first commandment with promise,” she would say this whenever you did anything remotely ‘disrespectful’ in her eyes. “Don’t you want to live a long and happy life?”

Sometimes her words felt like vain repetition or taunts echoing through your head, as her method of reprimanding you often came in the form of lectures.

The neurotic controlling nature of your mother could only be tamed by one thing—aside from the public eye—and that one thing was…your father.

Unfortunately he was no longer around and your mother often blamed you for his absence.

Your mother taught you that a wife should submit to her husband for he is the head of the family and you--as his wife--are to be his helpmate.

Though that sounds fair, for the most part, Mom had a much harsher way of embedding what she believed into the lives of her children. Especially her daughters.

After your rebellious older sister ran off 4 years ago with her motorcycle-riding girlfriend, all hell broke loose at home. You had now been promoted to the oldest of the siblings and were therefore subject to physical pain on top of everything else. It felt like you permanently resided within the confines of a chapel, which often felt more like a prison than a home.

You’d had enough of this torture. You needed a break away from the unreasonably structured environment. Just for once, you wanted to feel like you were the one pulling the strings.

Never did you expect to hand your strings over to a new puppet master.

To keep things brief, you'd met Eunseok through your best friend Faith. Ironically, she was a girl you met at Sunday school in 9th grade who definitely wasn’t the perfect little angel people thought she was.

One time her dad almost caught her smoking outside. The way she launched that bud halfway across the street before sticking a sucker in her mouth was insane. Another time you could remember her telling you the story of how she snuck a boy into her room to have sex while her parents were sleeping…well the boy was her boyfriend, but still.

She had a wild side that you found alluring. Which made you wonder if you had a one too, well one apart from the scenarios you enacted in your imagination.

As a freshman in college, you were ready to try to relax a little.

"Or maybe not," you thought to yourself as you woke up to the sound of religious music playing from the kitchen. Your mother did this nearly every morning at the exact same time, almost like clockwork.

You could smell the coffee brewing, coupled with the scent of bread toasting. You knew you could only roll around in bed for a few more minutes before it was time to get up. Not only did you still have a bedtime, but you also had a specific time to wake up. No later than 8 o'clock were you expected to be out of your pajamas and have your bed made.

"Nothing comes to a man in his sleep, but dreams," another saying your mother loved repeating.

You lived in a house with two younger twin brothers and shared a room with your big sister. Though, now that she was gone, dust bunnies were the only thing sleeping in her bed.

One thing you had to learn was to be the first one in the bathroom. Sometimes you'd get up earlier to avoid the chaotic morning bustle.

After getting dressed you grabbed an apple for breakfast and waited for your mom to drop you off for your first day of uni. Luckily, you and Faith were going to the same university, so that eliminated the anxiety that came with being completely alone on a huge campus for the next four years of your life.

Unfortunately, loneliness, like most of your other personal problems, was none of your mother's concern. "Read and pray," she'd tell you. "The Lord will comfort you."

As this was your first semester in college, you decided to knock out a good chunk of your core classes, English, Math, History, and Politics.

After 3 hours that felt more like a lifetime, your first lecture had finally ended. By now hungry didn't compare to what you were experiencing right now. Unfortunately, you forgot to bring your wallet which meant that water would have to fill you up for now.

“I can already tell this semester is going suck ass. And the next 16 weeks of my life or going to be a nightmare from hell,” Faith sighed as she dropped her backpack on the ground beside her.

You had met up with her outside at one of the round red tables that were scattered across the open green field.

"Oh, come on you can’t say that. It’s only the first day, give it about a week or so, and then see if you still feel the same way," you said trying to encourage her to look on the bright side.

"No, you don’t get it. This guy hates me, like literally hates me. You should've seen the way he looked at me," she sighed. "God, he was such a fucking scumbag."

"Who?"

"My stupid fucking sociology professor. He started nagging about some bullshit and I called him out for it," she rolled her eyes before pulling out a box of cigarettes. "Want one?"

"No, thanks," you held your hand up. "Wait this is a no-smoking zone," you said as Faith lit the end.

"Shit, my bad," she shrugged before picking up her bag and walking off. "You're coming, aren't you? You're not just gonna tell me I can't smoke here and expect me to go off by myself," she held the cigarette between her two fingers.

"No, sorry, I'm coming," you stuttered.

"You better."

You followed your blue-eyed friend to a brick wall that was high enough that when you sat on it your feet couldn't touch the ground.

"So I guess we found our secret place," Faith smiled. "A sweet escape from the terrors of uni and their stupid, boring bullshit," she puffed.

You and Faith often found little areas that you claimed as your own. This was just another spot to add to your map of many discrete destinations.

"Woah, what the hell was that?" Faith looked as your stomach growled uncomfortably loud.

"All I had was an apple this morning and I'm starving," you sighed before cracking open your water bottle to take a sip.

"Well, that water isn't gonna do shit for ya. Let's go grab you something to eat," she hopped off the wall before putting her cigarette out on a rock.

"I can't...I forgot my wallet at home and my mom is already on her way here," you sighed before joining her on the ground.

"So what? I have money. Besides, it's not like she's gonna kill you for grabbing something to eat," Faith slung her bag over her shoulder. "I'm kinda hungry myself."

You’d be lying if you said you didn't have a slight gut feeling that your mom would be upset about this. But maybe Faith was right. There's no way your mom would get mad at you for eating...right?

After splitting a sandwich you headed to the front of the school to find your mom parked in a handicap spot. You waved to Faith as you walked over to the passenger side of the vehicle.

"So, how was your first day of college?" your mom asked as you buckled your seatbelt.

"It was good," you nodded as your mom pulled down the sun visor to reapply her Cherry Blossom Bliss tinted lipgloss. "How was your day?" you asked as you placed your bag on the floor between your legs as you looked out of the window.

"Good," she said plainly as she closed the car mirror and closed her gloss before tucking it away in her clutch bag.

You drove around a bit in silence before you heard the sound of her coin-filled bag swinging through the air. Hitting you in the mouth. Strangely enough, you heard the soft jingle before you actually felt the pain.

"Don't ever keep me waiting like that again. When I come here to pick you up you need to be ready," your mother said as you turned to her in shock, covering your mouth that was now decorated with a sliver of blood that seeped through the crack of your lower lip.

"But, I--" Your attempt to explain yourself was cut off by the stinging pain from your head as your mother dug her nails into your scalp.

"Are you talking back? Don't talk back to me you fucking brat," she spat. At this point, you knew that saying or doing anything else was just going to trigger her to spiral so you wiped the tear from your eye, attempted to fix your hair, and sat back in silence until you made it home.

It was moments like this that you wanted someone to vent to. But what good would that do? Even if you told Faith about this nothing would change. This was your life and the only smart thing you could do was learn from your mistakes.

Don't be late.

Don't talk back.

The next couple of weeks were like the first minus getting attacked for being late. You went to class, you did your homework, and you hung out with Faith. Today, your class had ended early since it was almost spring break and you took this as an opportunity to spend more time with Faith before your mom came to pick you up.

But today was a day to mark on your calendar as the beginning of your ending...

“Hey, Faith,” you said shyly as you noticed the two boys that sat with her. One of them being none other than Eunseok.

She waved to you tapping a spot beside her for you to sit. “Hey girl, we were just talking about going to one of the fraternity houses this weekend for a little get-together,” she smiled mischievously. "What d'you say? Wanna join us for some life-changing fun?"

You knew that look, and nothing good ever came from that. You’d been invited to gatherings like this before and always declined. You never regretted your decision either, especially when she’d tell you about all of the horrible things that happened. Faith never saw the stories how you did, they all sounded like exciting retellings of the glorious moments you missed out on.

"No that's alright," you chuckled as she glared at you with her big blue puppy dog eyes.

"Pleeeeeease," she whined, pouting her lips and squeezing your thigh.

"No, Faith," you giggled. "You're just gonna run off and leave me all by myself."

"I'll be there," Eunseok smirked. "In case she does abandon you," he sat on the opposite side of you placing his arm behind you.

"I-uhh," you stammered.

"Cool it big boy, she's not into that kind of stuff," Faith budded.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know she was gay," Eunseok said, slightly backing away.

"Oh no. I'm not gay," you spat.

"Okay then, lesbian? Bisexual?"

"No, I'm straight. I just don't like boys," you were doing an awful job at pleading your case and you could see Faith holding in her laughter as she watched the awkward interaction between you two.

"How the hell are you straight, but you don't like boys? That makes no fucking sense."

"No. Wait. I like boys, but I'm not allowed to date."

"Who said anything about dating," he chuckled. "Are you already trying to claim me?"

"I never said that. I mean. Ugh, nevermind," you sighed.

"Relax, I'm just joking. Faith already told me about preserving your purity."

"Yep, I sure did. So you don't have to worry about him trying to lead you astray," Faith smiled.

"Eh hmm," the other boy cleared his throat.

"Oh, right. I forgot. This is Theo. I met him a year ago at a party and we've been friends ever since," Faith said as the boy waved.

"You got me over here feeling like an outcast," he smirked.

"Well, she barely knows that goofball, Eunseok. I think this was the first conversation they ever had." Their conversation faded in the background as you dug deep into your mind only to realize that this was your first time actually speaking to Eunseok.

You were much younger when you first met and you've always been one to keep to yourself. Plus, your sister had just left and life at home wasn't so great. So there wasn't much to talk about.

"So, you're coming right?"

"Huh?"

"The party this weekend...you're coming right?" Faith asked again.

"I don't think so. Sorry," you replied.

"Hmm...well I'm not gonna force you. Maybe next time," she said patting your shoulder. "Oh shit," she sighed as you noticed your mom walking over to you.

"I've been waiting in the car for over an hour now and you're out here goofing off with boys?"

"Mom, it's not like that I was just--"

"I don't wanna hear it. Go get in the car. Right now. We're going home," your mom looked everything but happy right now. She must've known you got out early and had been waiting for you all this time. Scared didn't begin to describe what you were feeling right now.

To your surprise, the entire ride was silent. Even when you made it home, pure silence. You went upstairs to take a shower before going to your room to study.

As you were going through your drawers to pick out an outfit, a head-spinning blow knocked you to the ground. Your mother's angry face hovered over you as she raised her hand to hit you again.

"You attention-seeking slut," she sneered. "You're just like your whoring sister," she hummed before grabbing your hair and dragging you to the middle of your room.

"I didn't do anything! I swear," you whined. "We were just talking!"

"First you'll have boys kissing and touching all over you. And the next thing you know, you'll be with a girl too. You'll be confused and broken. Just like your sister," your mother's eyes pierced through your soul like fiery daggers as she continued to berate you.

"I wish you had been born a boy like your brothers. I'd rather have a house full of men than one filled with whores in training," her words lingered in the air as she walked over to your bedroom door. "Sometimes, I wish your sister would've taken you with her."

Every word you thought of saying was caught in your throat. You were being choked by an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness and disparity. This was a common pattern whenever your mom would get violent.

Senseless slut shaming and misjudgment of your character coupled with the clawing sensation of her nails digging into your scalp was too much.

Dragging your hand across your face, you wiped the tears from your cheeks as you curled up into a ball on the floor. The sound of the ceiling fan clinking blended with the ticking of the clock that hung on your wall. You ended up falling asleep on the floor with your knees to your chest.

If not for the lamp on your desk, you'd be in complete darkness.

The next morning you woke up earlier than you normally would. This gave you a chance to shower before going to school.

The water ran down your body as you thought back to what happened last night. You turned your back to the pouring water but flinched as you were met with a stinging pain. You looked over your shoulder to see small scratches on your back--likely from being dragged across the carpet floor.

You searched under the bathroom cabinet for something to clean the wound with. Nothing but a bottle of toner stared back at you.

"Well there's alcohol in it," you mumbled to yourself as you poured the liquid on a cotton ball. You dabbed every spot within your reach before throwing your clothes on.

"You alright?" Eunseok asked. His voice caught you off guard as you drifted off into your thoughts. Faith had walked off for a smoke break with Theo, leaving you behind with the dark-eyed boy.

"Yeah," you smiled feignly.

His energy was different than it had been before. Maybe it was because he saw how your mom behaved when she saw you guys talking.

"You sure? Don't take this the wrong way, but you look like shit," he said tilting his head to meet your eyes.

"There's just a lot on my mind right now," you sighed.

"Wanna talk about it? I'm a pretty good listener."

"No, I'm okay. It's not like that'll do anything anyway," you sniffed. Crying was the one thing you'd never do in public. And you'd rather struggle on your own than bring other people into your personal business for no reason.

"Alright, fine. Well then how about we not talk about it together this weekend."

"I can't go to that party. My mom would kill me."

"Well, you look like you're halfway in the grave already. You could use a bit of excitement in your life."

"But I've never...I can't..."

"You're an adult. You can't let your mom dictate your life forever," you were quiet before he continued. "I'm sure you can just ask your dad, right?"

"Yeah, that would probably work if he was still around."

"Oh...sorry I didn't know."

"It's fine. He's not dead, but he might as well be. I'm sure my mom would be happier if he was."

"If you don't me asking...what happened anyway?"

"Well, basically he left us because my mom is literally insane. They would always fight. And one night he came into our bedroom and slid a note under our pillow," you thought back to the feeling of him placing a kiss on your forehead as you laid there pretending to be asleep. You watched as he wiped the tears from his face. To this day you regret not saying anything. Not doing anything.

"That was the last time you saw him?"

"Yeah..."

"You're going to that party," Eunseok whispered before placing his hand on top of yours.

"How?"

"I'll sneak you out on Saturday night," He said pulling out his phone. "What's your number?"

You looked down at your hands as you shamefully replied. "Even if I give you my phone number, my mom takes it at night time..."

"Damn. Well, I'll just give you my old phone. I barely use it now so I won't be looking for it," he said reaching into his bag. He pulled out the smaller black phone which was protected by a bulky plastic case. "It's a dinosaur, but it still works," he chuckled.

"Are you sure? What if I get caught?"

"Relax, you won't. You just have to keep it hidden until tomorrow night. After that, you're in the clear," he smiled.

"Okay, but if I get in trouble it's all you're fault and I'll probably never forgive you," you said as you took the phone from his hands.

Maybe a night out would do you good...

To be completely honest, it didn't take much convincing to get you on board. He was attractive as hell and as much as you hated it, he definitely had an effect on you.

"Deal," he chuckled as he watched you slip the phone into your bag.

"What are you losers yapping about?" Faith grinned as she skipped back over to you and Eunseok.

"Uh--"

"I was just helping our little friend plan her escape," Eunseok said, cutting you off as he pulled you in for a side hug. "Isn't that right?"

You nodded as Theo clapped his hands together. "Awesome! Another innocent soul to claim for Satan," he words sent chills up your spine as you thought back to what happened the night before.

"Hey? You alright?" Faith asked as your face went blank.

"Yeah...I was just umm...I was just thinking about some stuff," you replied, trying your best to play it off. "Shoot!" you spat.

"What?" Faith asked.

"My mom is on her way. I gotta go," You snatched your bag up and began walking off.

"Oh...but--"

"Sorry, I don't wanna get in trouble again," you continued as you drifted back into your thoughts.

"Hey," you felt a large hand palm your shoulder. You whipped around to see Eunseok standing in front of you. "If you ever need someone to talk to, remember that I'm here for you," you nodded as his hands slid down your arms to your hands.

A warm feeling rushed to your face as all of your previous worries melted away. It was like he was the first person to take your mind off of everything negative in your life. He was like a drug and you were afraid to get addicted.

You both stared at each other for a bit before he pulled you in for a hug. "I'll be over to break you out tomorrow night. Don't forget, okay?" His voice sounded even more soothing when he held you close. The gentle vibrations from his throat were just about as relaxing as soaking in a hot tub.

You hummed in response before walking off to join your mom in the car.

11:24pm tomorrow night...

You quietly tiptoed through the darkness of your bedroom to your dresser. You pulled out the bottom drawer to grab Eunseok's phone from its hidden place.

Feelings of guilt, fear, and anxiety tugged at your heart as you thought back to the moment between you and your mom in the car the day before.

"I'm really sorry for how I reacted the other day..." your mom bit her lip as she gripped the steering wheel. "It's just that I'm afraid to lose you the way I lost your sister..."

You could feel the genuine pain and regret in her tone as she poured out to you.

"I don't want you to make terrible mistakes that you'll regret in the future. And sometimes...exploding is the only way I know how to fix it. That's how my parents were with me."

This was no excuse for her actions, but this did make you feel a sense of pity for her. It was almost enough to make you cancel. But you needed this more than anything else right now.

You just wanted a small taste of what else life had to offer you...

Anything was better than spending all of your free time in this hellhole.

You powered the phone on to text Eunseok.

"She's sleep. You can come pick me up whenever." you sighed as you waited anxiously for him to text back.

"Alright, princess. Your knight in shining armor is on the way to rescue you from the evil dragon." Reading his text made you giggle a bit as you struggled to find anything remotely skimpy to wear. Nothing but an old baby blue dress from your sister hung idly in the back of your closet.

You quickly hopped into the dress and slipped into a pair of silver heels.

*Tap. Tap. Tap*

The tapping sound from the window nearly made you jump out of your skin. The moonlight dimly lit your features as you turned to see Eunseok's face behind the glass. You tapped your finger against your lips, signalling him to stop.

You opened the window and stuck out your first leg to climb out. Eunseok came close to guide you out by the waist. "You ready?" he smirked.

"Yeah," you nodded.

"Then let's get the hell out of here," he chuckled, grabbing your hand and running with you to his orange Dodge Challenger. You climbed into the passenger seat as Eunseok closed the door behind you.

Your heart was beating fast as hell, probably the fastest it's ever beat in your life. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you lied. Your throat was so dry it felt like you had cotton in your mouth.

"You might be able to lie to your mom, but you can't lie to me. You look like a scared little puppy," he smiled, scanning your body. "Nice dress."

"Thanks, it was my sister's."

"Well you look amazing in it," he turned the keys and you felt the seats rumble gently beneath you. You watched as Eunseok reached down to pull out a V-pen. He breathed in slowly before blowing out the sweet strawberry-scented vapor. "Here. Take this. It'll relax you," he said handing your the plug.

"Uhh...I'm okay. I don't smoke."

"Come on, just try it once. If you don't like it you can stop."

You hesitantly opened your mouth as he brought the device to your lips.

"Just suck it in slowly. Let it fill your lungs and don't try breathing out of your nose at the same time--" You began coughing aggressively, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Or that'll happen," he chuckled, before patting your back.

You looked at him through watery eyes as he reached to hand you a water bottle. "Don't worry, I didn't drink any of it yet."

"Thanks," you sniffed.

"So, what'd you think? D'you like it?"

"It tastes good, but to be honest I didn't notice much of a difference aside from coughing my brains out."

"Well, that one was kinda weak. Hold on. Imma give you something a little stronger," he smiled as he drove to a red light. "Look in the glove box and pull out that little red case," he directed you, pointing his finger at the glove box.

You sifted through the other miscellaneous objects before finding the red case. You placed it in his hand and watched as he pulled out another smoking device.

"Alright, I'm gonna go first and you just copy me okay?" he licked his lips before clasping them around the metal tip. "Just take a little bit first," he said after blowing out the cloud of smoke.

Remembering the mistake you made last time, you sucked in slowly.

"Woah, woah. That should be good enough," Eunseok chuckled as you inhaled the herby smoke.

You blew out the smoke, filling the car with the scent. You still coughed a bit, but it wasn't as bad as before. "That's weed, by the way," Eunseok smiled. "You should be feeling it in a bit."

He wasn't wrong either. You felt a sense of alertness wash over you.

"We're almost there," Eunseok said as he entered a subdivision before pulling up to a house shortly after. Cars were lined up the street, most likely belonging to the other partygoers. You could even hear the music blasting as you sat in the car with Eunseok.

This was the first time you finally noticed that Faith wasn't there. The amount of questionable decisions you were making in such a short time even shocked you.

You walked with Eunseok into to the lively house party hosted by Theo who greeted you at the door with Jell-O shots. "It's about time you got here, princess. We've been waiting for you," he smiled as he took down the cherry-flavored shot you rejected. "Did you get my message?"

"What message?" you asked.

"This one," he said, grabbing your hand to spin you around. "Wanna dance?"

"No, that's alright," you chuckled as he pouted playfully.

"Your loss. I'm a terrific dancer--"

"If by terrific you mean terrible then I'd definitely agree with you," Faith said cutting Theo off. "Hey girl, what do you think of the party? Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Well, we just got here a couple minutes ago."

"Yeah, and I was having a conversation with her until you came over here interrupting us," he poked her nose.

"Puh-lease. I'm sure she's glad I came over here to save her from your boring ass."

"Boring? Boring?! I'll show you whose boring."

"I'm already looking at you dummy," Faith playfully pushed Theo's shoulder. "If you really wanna dance then let's go," she giggled, leading Theo to a corner by the tip of his chin.

"Heh, later princess," he waved to you.

You watched as Theo grabbed Faith's hips. She swayed her hips, grinding her ass against him as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck. A seductive smirk crept across her face as Theo turned her around to face him. He caressed her thigh as he lifted her leg, wrapping it around him. He slowly leaned into her lips, hanging centimeters away from her soft pink lips before she placed her finger on his lips.

"I thought we were just dancing," she beamed.

"Dancing and kissing?" he chuckled awkwardly.

"Uh uh. Man, these shots have you acting extra horny today huh?"

You shook your head, scanning the room for Eunseok. You couldn't believe you were staring at them for that long. You didn't see him anywhere in the kitchen so you went out into the hall to look for him somewhere else.

To be honest, if Faith wasn’t busy teasing Theo, you'd probably be hanging out with her right now. But, Eunseok wasn’t so bad. You actually enjoyed his company. 

Still feeling a bit fuzzy and lightheaded from the hit earlier you swayed through the partygoers, silently searching for a familiar face. You were more of a shy person, so engaging with random strangers wasn’t exactly at the top of your list. 

“Hey, ~” a dark-haired girl waved to you as she was being dragged off to a bedroom down the hall. “Wanna come have fun with us?” 

“No, that’s alright,” you smiled sheepishly. 

“Oh come on, baby. I’ll make it worth your while,” the boy said, releasing the other girl’s hand to run his nose against the skin on your neck. 

“I said, no,” you spat, pushing him away after he licked the exposed skin on your chest.

“Oh, you wanna play hard to get, huh?” He smirked devilishly as he pressed you against the wall. 

You struggled beneath his weight as you looked down to see that the girl had passed out on the floor. Knowing that this was going nowhere good, you swung your free hand to hit him straight in the mouth. 

“Argh!” He winced, licking the blood from the broken skin on his lower lip. “You little bitch! You’re gonna regret doing that,” he spat, grabbing your wrist, and twisting it slightly. You groaned at the burning pain travelling down your arm before kicking him between his legs which made him drop to the floor. 

While he was on his knees swearing and shouting out all of the horrible things he was gonna do to you, you shook the collapsed girl to try and wake her up. There was no way in hell you were gonna leave her in the hands of this monster. 

“Are we gonna play now?” She hummed. “Hmm, I’m sleepy. Can I stay here?” 

“No, come on. I gotta get you out of here,” you tugged at her arms. “No girl left behind.”

The boy must’ve been feeling better by the time you finally got her to stand as you felt a set of hands push you to the ground. He grabbed you by the ankles and started to drag you down the hall. 

Even though you kicked your legs in an attempt to fight him off, it was useless, he was much stronger than you and you didn’t stand a chance against him now. 

Dazed, but conscious enough to see what was going on, the dark-haired girl ran off. 

“Dammit,” you thought to yourself. Closing your eyes shut, you prepared yourself to just accept your fate. A set of footsteps ran up the hall toward you as you felt the boy drop your legs to the ground. 

“Ugh!” He groaned as you opened your eyes to see a beer bottle had been smashed against his head. 

You watched as Eunseok punched the boy in the face until blood came from his nose. His hair bounced at the force of every blow. You could tell he had broken his nose by the way his face had contorted. 

“Let’s go,” Eunseok said, looking at you still on the ground. He grabbed the boy by the shirt and proceeded to drag him to the front door. “Does your brother know you’re here?” He spat looking to the dark-haired girl who you assumed ran to get Eunseok. 

“I’m almost 18. I can make my own decisions,” she stuttered. 

“Right, and we see where that almost got you. Come on, I’m taking you home,” Eunseok said as he walked up to a dark-skinned guy. “Lance! Can you keep an eye on this fucker? The cops are already on their way for him.” Eunseok said as he abandoned the lunatic who tried to assault you and the other girl. “He was trying to make a move on Eunchae.”

“Sure, man. I’ll hold him until the cops get here,” the boy whom Eunseok called Lance smiled as Eunseok walked outside with you and the other girl. “Tell your brother I said hi,” he chuckled as you walked outside. 

“Get your ass in the backseat,” Eunseok spat as Eunchae folded her arms. “And put this on,” He said as he pulled off his oversized varsity jacket and draped it over her shoulders. 

“Wait! I forgot my phone,” Eunchae exclaimed as the car started up. 

“Too bad, I’ll have Theo hold onto it for you. We’re leaving,” Eunchae sat quietly in the backseat as you drove almost 30 minutes to a black and white apartment complex. 

Acting like a spoiled child, Eunchae refused to go up the stairs. You could see that Eunseok was more than fed up with her bullshit as he threw her over his shoulder and walked up the stairs to knock on the door. 

Eunseok, placed Eunchae on the doormat in front of him as he waited for the door to open.

“You’re not doing a very good job at babysitting her, Seunghan. Maybe you should send her back by your mom and dad,” he said as he poked her cheek. 

“Yeah, I might do that because she’s obviously not ready to be an adult yet—“

“No! Ugh! You never let me do anything,” she huffed as she stormed to her room.

“Thanks for bringing her back, bro. I thought she wasn’t feeling well because she went to bed early.”

“Eh, it’s alright. But you seriously need to keep an eye on her. Oh, and Theo has her phone. He’ll probably bring it over later.”

“Okay, it’s not like she needs it anyway,” Seunghan chuckled as he closed the door.

You followed Eunseok back to the car as he started it up again. 

“Sorry,” he said after taking a hit of the weed from earlier. “I’m pretty sure this wasn’t exactly the fairytale ending you were expecting,” he sighed.

"Well, it's definitely been interesting," you scoffed lightheartedly.

"Did you want to go back to the party or to my place? It's quieter there."

"Umm, wherever you want to go is fine with me."

You were hoping that he'd choose his place. Mainly because the party felt more like a freak show, a disaster waiting to happen.

"M'kay. My place it is," he said before pulling off.

He didn't live far from Seunghan so the drive was relatively short. You followed him up the stairs before entering his apartment which was uncomfortably cold.

You wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt to contain some of the heat that was rapidly escaping your body.

"I would've offered you my jacket, but I already gave it to Eunchae," Eunseok said as he turned off the air.

"It's alright," you said sucking in your breath.

"C'mere," Eunseok whispered softly as he pulled you into his grasp.

Your cheeks burned hot as you felt the warmth from his body coupled with the feeling of his breath on your neck.

After a short silent moment, he turned your body to face him. He was met with a warm and submissive look on your face. A sense of innocence wrapped up by desire.

He leaned in to kiss your lips. Little did he know that this was your first kiss.

You freely allowed him to take the lead biting and sucking on your lips as he pulled your body closer to his. You quickly pulled away as you felt his bulge brush up against your core.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you lied as you eyes fell to the ground.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t—“

“No, I want to. It’s just that…”

“It’s just what?”

“I haven’t really done anything like this before.”

“Kissing or sex?”

“Both…”

“Oh…sorry, I didn’t know. I kinda just assumed you had done something.”

“There’s a lot that I haven’t done.”

“Well we can stop now if you want.”

“No, I want to keep going. Just take it slow with me.”

Eunseok led you to his room that was fairly empty. Nothing but a king-sized bed, a small night stand, and a laundry bin occupied the floor space.

You stood at the foot of his bed as he began kissing you again. Though this was your first kiss, you never expected it to feel so good. Again, you felt his hardness press against you, but this time you welcomed the sensation.

You felt his hands blindly move across your back stopping at the zipper before pulling it down. He pulled out of the kiss to slide your dress down before directing you to stand up and sit on his lap.

You couldn’t deny the fact that you felt a bit shy about being naked in front of someone.

He slid your panties down before he wrapped an arm around you. He reached his finger down to glide between your lips. The amount of wetness definitely wasn’t ready for his cock just yet, so he spit on his fingers before massaging your clit.

You jerked your body as he used his fingers on you. Gripping onto his arms, you threw your head back as he inserted one finger into your pussy. Your tightness gripped around his finger as you let out a soft moan.

He slowly pulled his finger back and forth grazing the flesh of your g-spot before picking up the pace.

You watched as he pulled his finger out completely covered in your wetness.

“Okay, what do you want to do first? We can go straight into sex or I can eat you out?”

“I wanna go straight into sex,” you replied as you stood up.

“M’kay. Let me go grab something first,” he said before leaving the room. You waited on his bed, playing with the wetness between your legs.

He came back shortly after and pulled down his pants to reveal his pulsing hard-on.

“I’m gonna put this on to make it easier for you,” he said as torn open the packaging that contained a dark blue condom. You watch as he slid it down his length before climbing onto the bed. “You’re gonna get on top okay,” he continued as you hesitantly straddled him.

You leaned forward to place your hands on his chest as he guided his cock to your opening. Slowly, he pulled you hips down gliding his lubricated dick deep inside of you. You whined as he broke through your hymen. A slight burning feeling filled your core.

“Mmm, fuck,” he groaned as he thrusted into your pussy. More swears left his lips before he came inside of the condom. You felt his warm seed fill you up as he laid there breathless.

“I didn’t expect you to be so fucking tight,” he groaned. “Alright, now you gotta suck the cum off so I can fuck you raw. That was my last rubber,” he sighed, fluffing his hair between his fingers.

He pulled the condom off before you went down to wrap your lips around him, sucking off the cum before gagging slightly on his length.

Once clean he bent you over on your hands and knees and plowed into your pussy as you came closer to your climax. He pulled out his cock to insert two of his digits into your gummy hole as you reached between your legs to rub your clit.

Breathless, moaning, and panting you came all over his fingers screaming out his name. He held you down and pushed in his cock to feel you pussy clench around him as you slowly came down from your high.

You collapsed on the bed from exhaustion and satisfaction as Eunseok stroked his length.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he sighed as he kissed your shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you home before sunrise. Just get some rest for now,” he said as he saw your legs trembling from the orgasm.

This definitely wasn’t the night you were expecting, but you couldn’t say that you didn’t enjoy it.

You watched as Eunseok pulled his jeans up before stepping out on the balcony to smoke. Your eyes fluttered gently as you watched the puffs of smoke escape his lips. He ruffled his hair again before coming inside to join you in bed.

He guided your head to rest on his chest. The gentle hums relaxed you till you eventually fell asleep.

You don’t know what time you got in the car or what time he drove you home, but he made sure to bring you back before the sun came out.

Even though this had just happened the day before, you already couldn’t wait for your next opportunity to sneak out.

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[cherrryxx]

I think your writing style si wonderful! If you're willing, I'd like yo request somethingfirm Smoker from One Piece, anything would be nice! Even if You don't write about it, I appreciate You reading My request. And keep writing, You do it amazing!

I'm writing this with Google Translate, so please excuse any translation errors.

Thank you so much! I personally love smoker so this request is something I’d love to write 🩷

How it Begins

SMOKER X M!READER HCS

Warnings: marine reader, m!reader, Smoker is in de nile, reader is a little dumb but cocky at the same time, relationship headcannons, sexuality headcannons

- Definitely took this man forever to even admit his feelings

- Before you officially got together, it was obvious to almost everyone (except himself) that he had feelings for you

- if you pointed out his soft spot for you it was rewarded with an extra week of chores and a “You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about kid.”

- Which has landed you with a total of two months of excess chores at some point, mostly because you kept being insistent on it:

“Admit it, you like me captain!” You jeer, leaning back in your chair across from Smoker.

“F’ ya don’t shut up I’m giving you a month of extra work.” He growled, gripping his drink. But you got a little cocky, grinning when you noticed how his face was slightly tinted pink.

“Sureee,” you cackle, “That’s why you freaked out last week when I had to go to the infirmary for a *broken leg*.” You raise an eyebrow, “Which wasn’t even broken, just hurt like hell. Wasn’t even bleeding and you acted all like I was dyin’”

Smoker slammed his drink down on the table, earning a surprised look from nearby marines. “That was only because you act all dramatic, ya idiot. How was I supposed to know you weren’t dyin when you howled like you’ve been stabbed!” He retorted, but when he saw your unconvinced face he huffed.

“Get out of my face. You have an extra month of mopping the deck for being a nuisance.”

When you argued he added another week, which turned into another whole month as you continued to protest.

- Smoker did actually admit his feelings once he thought it was his last chance

- AKA you were both on the battlefield and he thought you were going to die. But once you recovered in the hospital and reminded him of his confession, he told you (unseriously) that he wished you stayed in the coma

- needless to say after a lonnnnggggg discussion about feelings, and a minor talk about the fact that Smoker hasn’t had romantic feelings for a man before:

- After you and Smoker grew closer he was comfortable enough to reveal that he felt that he was simply unlabeled or demiromantic.

“I guess, I don’t know. I just like someone, not in specific ways, I feel like it’s just a click.” He said, sitting on the edge of his bed as he spoke to you.

You sigh and sit next to him, “I don’t know why you’re all worked up about this. You don’t owe me an answer, or anything about that.” You assure him.

- After some time the two of you became more physically affectionate, to the notice of other marines

- But, if any of them were to even attempt say anything he’d give them a glare sharp enough to cut up any words they might have to say

- He was more loving with you behind closed doors, once work was done for the day and he could have you to himself in your (now shared) bunk.

- Smoker loved when he could wrap his arms around you with no one else to see

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[vinnoa-articles]

Bantering Smoke

[Image by Eiichiro Oda]

Habit Substitute Drabble Series! This will be 6 out of the 8 drabbles I will be writing, because, why not? Some characters like certain things on a daily. But what if you were there?

Here are the links for the others.

[Luffy] [Zoro] [Usopp] [Sanji] [Law] [Smoker] [Crocodile]

Rating: +18 (Slight mention of getting laid, but its banter. No sexual content here)

Word count: 1,438

Type: Slight Smut (Not really but, it is a little more aggressive)

Characters: Smoker, reader (AFAB)

Trigger warnings/content: Drinking, swearing, talking about dates/hookups, smoking

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” as the smoke wafts up and swirls around his ash hair, there was nothing on his mind other than the clouded annoyance from his trusted cadet who is best friends with his captain under him, yet he wasn’t going to take any orders from anyone, especially someone of a lower rank than him. “I swear if you keep it up, I am going to get you transferred, cadet, and maybe even kicked off the fleet,” scowling as his scar twitched to express his distaste in the choice of words she kept saying. “You wanna repeat yourself sweetheart?”

“You should stop smoking so much! It keeps getting on my uniform and it's hard to get the smell out. I swear my uniform is a whole shade darker because of you!” Her finger jabbed into his chest, her hat rested on the crown of her head so lazily despite her aggressive and straight-forward attitude. “Every time I go to the bar, people say I reek of cigar smoke because of you,” her eyes narrowed as her face got close. The slight scent of alcohol tainted her lips, which hinted the reason for her anger for this outburst she had. They were on a break from chasing pirates for weeks on end, and nabbing some here and there and throwing them in jail. Maybe, she went to a bar and was trying to talk to the other cadets in the other branches, or maybe she was trying to get laid since she seemed to be the angelic cadet, but he found out pretty slowly she was quite the opposite. Based on what he heard from his captain, Tashigi, they were friends since they were kids. Tashigi is quiet, works hard, thinks through what she may do before acting, trying to be more reserved when she is working, but Y/N on the other hand….

“So what? You can have more than one uniform, maybe bitch to Tashigi about it if you can’t handle the smoke. Seems you want to act like a little princess instead of a soldier, yes?” Crossing his arms so there was a little nudge to push Y/N back a little. Of course, he was taller than her, much taller, and stronger for sure. There was a slight pout of her glossed lips, maybe it was makeup or maybe it was her licking her lips to moisten them so she could rebut him. That sharp tongue of hers was vile sometimes, even mocking pirates, that often got her into many horrid situations, but it always worked out somehow. She was like him sometimes, but small, aggressive, a ticking-time bomb that no one wants to be around when her fuse gets lit. Even so, she acted like one of the guys, even outpacing the men on the fleet in both combat and in drinking.

“Listen, maybe this is why you can’t get laid, despite being an admiral. It's because you smell like an old man,” she got up on her tip-toes, to even attempt to get closer to his face. However, it was futile to even get an even eye-level with her, it was almost cute, such a small plaything really, getting her riled up, pushing her buttons to pull out her full potential, competing with him even for bragging rights of the pirates they bring into the capital. “Don’t you know? Smoking isn’t even good for you.”

“Yeah? Well, a lot of people in your rank smoke shitty cigarettes, and that shit reeks more than your attitude,” clasping his cigar between his pointer and middle finger, blowing the smoke into her face. Her lashes twitching to almost back away from his subtle attack to her glowing skin. “Maybe you are hooking up with people who are rubbing off on you, clearly it shows,” feeling a smirk creep up on his face, he puts the cigar back between his teeth, smiling at her and lifting up his head to heighten himself above her. Her expression was priceless, her anger was boiling over, and it was too cute to back away. He had to see it through, but maybe in his mind, it would be funny to pretend to leave so she would stop him. Of course, he could feel her eyes glaring into his eyes. “Well, if we are done here,” turning around to leave, he felt a firm pull on his coat, making him stop in his tracks. Bingo.

“Oh, so I am the one that has a shitty personality?” Her voice stern, anger gushing out from each word that pops in his ears. “Not once have I gone against your orders, and I don’t like cigarettes because they smell nasty and it's cheap.”

“So you like how I smell then?”

“Every time I smell a freaking cigar, it fucking reminds me of your stupid mug, your impudent attitude towards us, your personality that just never changes despite how many years I have known you, and especially your nasty ass haircut!” The constant tugging of each complaint, each insult didn’t let him budge, but of course she was much weaker than him, despite how she could take down some pirates with high bounties on her own through sheer willpower. Some wounds, bruises, broken bones, cuts and splinters showed her efforts in battles, but for him, it was just using his abilities to make him emerge from the ashes with nothing to show other than the enemy being dragged by his gloved fist. “I hate how much so much fucking reminds me of you.” Her words were like venom, turning his head slightly as he could feel his sunglasses on top of his head slip a little grasping it to hold it between his right hand.

“Does the little princess hate thinking about me so much?” Further pushing her buttons to see her fuming, her face turning visibly red as she lunged out to grab him by the collar to attempt to pull him down to her face.

“You piss me the fuck off. Hate seeing your face everywhere Smoker!” Her claws nearly tear his uniform, as he gently grips her wrist off him, his sunglasses in his other hand still as he places it back on top of his head.

“So you think of me all the time?”

“Yes! I-” she chokes, coughing not on the smoke, but her sudden confession, her slip up, backing up her red cheeks turning peach pink, her ears dusted with embarrassment as her eyes are still locked onto him. He caught her, like a rabbit in the grasp of a bear, toying with it before he mocks his victory by getting close to her face.

“So do you think of me when you hook up with those guys too?-”

“Shut up! No! I haven’t hooked with anyone because everywhere I look, I see-”

“Me?” Leaning down further to look up at her, mocking her at this losing battle she was trying to come back. Her cute lips were curled, bitten to stop herself from speaking any further to embarrass herself. “Ah, I see,” she was frozen, she was caught. This poor, cute, cannon was now a little flint, trying to fight but only for her flames to get extinguished each time. “Well, maybe I need to make sure you remember me everytime,” he wanted to intimidate her with every inch of his presence, smoke and haki. 

“There is no way you are going to make me more annoyed than before,” her words challenging him further. He took the chance, the second she took the chance to blink, he kissed her mouth, locking into a passionate kiss, taking every breath away as he moved the cigar to the corner of his lips so it wouldn’t get in the way. The taste of alcohol, smoke, and shock mixed as he could feel her almost falling backward with the force he forgot he had, pushing her back. His arm distinctly wrapped behind her waist, another behind her neck, deepening the kiss, but pulling back as he felt her tongue move to nearly touch his. Standing up tall, then taking a big drag from his cigar then moving it to the center of his lip, smirking a little before turning around to walk away, spitting out his cigar into the trash bin, glancing over his shoulder at the poor cadet who, by now, pulled her loose cap down to hide her face. “If you want me to stop smoking, then maybe you’ll have to remember how it feels when you talk back to me like that, little cadet.”

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[akwolfgrl]

LFT PART 42

Smoker starred as the kid with the strawhat smiled, so easily accepting his death. He had seen hardened criminals sob and beg and plead for their lives before death. Did he smile because he knew he would be saved? No that couldn't be there was no way he would have known that lightning would strike at the right moment and spot. That could only mean that his life would come to an end and he had simply accepted it.

“Captain Smoker! Shouldn't we…”

“Hey…have you ever seen a pirate who smiled during his execution?” Smoker asked.

“S smile? I'm sure that even the most wicked pirate would turn pale and cower at the moment of his death,” he shrugged off with a chuckle.

“But that's what he did! The boy in the starwhat, Monkey D. Luffy, he smiled…” Just like Him, Smoker would never forget that day. “He smiled that same damn smile as the pirate king! Twenty-two years ago on that exact same spot!” Smoker was pissed off he couldn't believe that history is repeating itself! He headed out the door to stop the pirates from leaving. “Where did they run off two?” Smoker cared not for rain that stuck to his skin and clothes.

“They headed for the western harbor,” A fellow Marine, one his subordinates informed him, pointing in the right direction.

“One of our squads should be there by now,” Smoker spoke, knowing it was only a matter of time before they were stopped.

“Well, that's the thing,” The other marine started, Smoker turned to glare at him. “Ummm well the sudden rain has rendered their gunpowder useless. So they headed back to the station to resupply.”

“So the harbor is completely clear!?” Smoker yelled. He glanced up towards the sky, the rain hitting his face as he observed the storm clouds overhead. “The winds are blowing west…so if they were to set sail they would catch the tailwind.” What the hell kinda luck did this kid have?! “Is this all purely coincidence?! It's as if the heavens themselves want that boy to live!” Smoker wouldn't stand for this, she would have his head one way or another. “On the pride of a Captain of the Marines I Smoker the white hunter, vow to not allow that boy to escape this island!”

<>

“Jeez these guys are so persistent. Should we just stop and fight them off?” Luffy asked as they ran through the streets of that damn town.

“Don't, there will be no end to them. More importantly, Nami wants us to return to the ship as soon as possible. As possible. We don't want to risk the Merry being swept away without us, we may be strong but the marina has more man power and weapons. Not to mention the weird clown guy,” Sanji informed their captain.

“Curls has a point Luffy,“ Zoro hated to run from a fight but now was not the time. He hated to admit it but they might not make it out if they stop fighting.

“Ah! Who's that pretty lady waiting for us?” Sanji asked, Zoro turned towards where Sanji was looking.

“Roronoa Zoro!” There stood a very angry Tashigi, looking like she found out who he was. “To think you were Roronoa Zoro the whole time! A bounty hunter turned pirate! You were just toying with me the entire time!”

“Mosshead what fuck did you do to her!?” Sanji unhelpfully yelled at him. “Just because we went on a date doesn't mean I'll let you get away with hurting women! She's very clearly upset at what you did to her!”

“I will take back Wado Ichimonji and the other two while I'm at it!” She screamed at him. “I don't care if it belonged to your dojo master’s daughter, you're a disgrace! A criminal!”

“I'd like to see you try,” he sneered as his hold on Wado tightened, he was not appreciating what this Kunia-clone Tashigi chick was insinuating. Wado was not just a sword, it was a promise to his first friend and rival. In that breath, Tashigi clashed Shigure against Wado. Without turning his sights away from the swordswoman, Zoro tilted towards where he thought the pier was, “Go ahead Cap, Curls, I’ll catch up.”

“Ok,” Luffy grabbed Sanji's arm and dragged him away. This was one area in which they would never agree. Maybe one day they could discuss it but today was not that day.

After a brief clash of blades, Zoro had released hers’ far from her hands. She had potential but needed to work much harder and longer to reach his skill set. He had pines to the wall. He was close enough to see the rage and a bit of fear but resignation in her eyes. He couldn’t bring himself to cut her, call it whatever you wanted and he wouldn’t give a damn. He couldn’t cut down his dead best friend’s doppelganger.

“I can't hand this sword over to anyone ever! This is more than just a sword, it's a promise,” Zoro replaced his swords, softly backing away in the continuing rainfall. “I'll be on my way then.”

“Why didn't you cut me down!?” Tashgi screamed at him. Zoro stopped and looked back at her, her hair was sticking to her wet face. Her eyes filled with rage and contemptment. “Is it because I'm a woman?! Because I'm not worth your time!? Only to be pitied due to my gender!?” Zoro couldn't stop picturing Kuina and her fears on the same subject. “You're lucky to be a boy Zoro…” He didn't want to relive that night. “You dare to go easy on me?! I'm serious dude!!! Just because women aren't as physically strong as men?!” Tashigi continued on. “How shameful! Of course I shouldn't expect someone like you to ever understand what wishing to be born a man would feel like! To hate your gender for the sole reason that you're not taken seriously! I knew what I was doing when I chose this path dammit! I didn't pick up my sword for fun! I work so hard to improve myself just to be taken as a joke!”

“Don't, don't say that while wearing her face!” Kunia was haunting him from beyond her grave. “I can't cut you down. You look like her,” His hands shook violently, his hand taking Wados' hilt to try and ground himself. “I don't give a damn that you're a woman! What between your legs matters not to me! It's your face! Sprouting the same things as she did before her death! We promised each other and then she died on me! Stop copying her, just stop it!” Zoro couldn't shut up. Couldn't stop talking. “For fucks’ sake, stop haunting me!”

“Wha!? I've never heard anything so childish in my entire life! I've always loved being me and only me for my entire life! You don't get to put your issues on me! I'm not your dead friend so don't treat me like her! It's insulting to both of us!” Tashgi yelled at him.

“Shut up you don't know anything!” Shut up Zoro shut up! He needed to keep his mouth shut!

“Fight me properly, you damn crowded!”

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[oddmawd]

“— There’s Fire” - Chapter 5

SYNOPSIS: When Commodore Smoker’s unit receives orders to escort a wealthy woman to her new home in the Grand Line, he regards the task before him as little more than glorified babysitting. But there’s more to the Asset than meets the eye, and soon Smoker finds himself drawn to the one woman he’s certain he cannot have. Justice, honor, obligation...what do these things mean if holding true to them will lose Smoker something precious?

Lady Oxley Noa would do anything to protect her family — including sacrifice her own happiness. But when she meets Commodore Smoker, the line between the demands of her duties and the needs of her heart begins to blur. Stolen moments, smoldering glances, unspoken promises...she knows what they all mean, but she can’t afford to place a name to them lest she risk heartbreak unimaginable.

But love doesn’t care about your plans. Soon the spark of shared affection blazes too brightly to be ignored, and while neither Smoker nor Noa wants to admit what burns between them, it is an undeniable fact that where there’s smoke — there’s fire.

[Smoker x OC. Inspired by Bridgerton and other period romance. Slow burn, very eventual smut. Full fic hosted on AO3.]

TAGS & CONTENT WARNINGS

PAIRINGS: Smoker x OC

RATING: Teen+ (for now)

WORD COUNT: 43k for the story, 8k for chapter 5

GENRE: Romance

FANDOM: One Piece

TAGS: Mutual pining, romance, slow burn, unresolved sexual tension, attempted kidnapping, inspired by Bridgerton and other period romance, set during the One Piece timeskip, deals with the themes of duty, social class/obligation, political/arranged marriage

WARNINGS: None

CHAPTER 5 - Excerpt

For Noa, sleep came in fits and starts.

Each time it arrived, she dreamed.

She dreamed of being chased down back-alleys, of hands grabbing at her hair, of cobbles sending shocks up her aching calves as she pelted through midnight’s chill. Of running and running until she tripped, turning over her shoulder to look fearfully for her pursuers. She shuddered from fear and cold alike as they came closer, and closer, and closer still, footsteps like gunshots at her back, until —

Until she smelled smoke.

And she felt safe.

And the dream faded into dark.

~

Some time later, Noa woke.

Shadows greeted her sleep-glazed eyes. Groggy, she tracked the light slipping like fingers of a silent thief through cracks in the boarded windows. It traced thin lines over the plains of Smoker’s hard face where he stood keeping watch. The two glowing cherries of his cigars smoldered like a pair of eyes — the eyes of watchdog, red and gleaming and dutiful in the night.

Noa smelled smoke.

She knew she was safe. Felt it, deep in her bones.

She slipped back into the grip of sleep with a sigh.

~

Again, Noa awoke in the night.

This time, she remembered where she was. The memory came back fuzzy, but fully formed. The factory, the men who hunted her... She shivered, but not from cold. The heavy coat draped over her body would not allow it.

...the coat?

The coat wasn’t hers. It was long and brown and huge and plain and simple. She sat up, clutching at it, confused. But the coat fell from her leaden fingers, inviting forward a draft of cold air. The air brushed her arms, her chest, coaxing shivers —

The scent of smoke and cloves, spice and warmth, filled her mouth.

Voice slow with sleep, Noa murmured, “Smoker?”

His low, rich voice growled in the quiet night.

“You were cold,” he said. “That dust cloth wasn’t doing the trick.”

Her eyes found him at the window. He wore only his shirt and breeches and boots. The shirt splayed open to his waist. Moonscaped shadows threw the muscles of his chest into sharp relief, every dip and divot a topography of power rendered in plains of flesh. Noa had seen his chest before (Smoker appeared rather allergic to shirts), but here and now, in the quiet and the dark...he looked stronger than ever. A man carved from stone who commanded the power of smoke. How contradictory. She couldn’t keep from looking at that contradiction. Couldn’t keep from tracing the map of might his muscles outlined with her eyes, committing the hard set of his jaw and the slope of his strong nose to moonlit memory.

But she was staring. Unbecoming of a Lady, to stare like this. She pulled her eyes away with another shiver.

She suspected she could blame that one on the cold.

READ THE REST OF CHAPTER 5 on AO3!

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[nyuusayuri]

Captain Koby x Reader

Unbreakable Bonds [Part 1/3]

Warnings: Upcoming smut in Part 2, slight swearing, mention of smoking

I apologize for upcoming spelling mistakes, but English is not my native language - hope you still enjoy it!

Everything was dark as my consciousness slowly seemed to return. My back hurts, as if I had fallen 5m and landed on a cold board. Probably because it was like that. Except that at the last second my fall was gentler than expected. Grumbling, I held my head, which was buzzing like it did after 3 nights of partying with Shanks and his crew. Still slightly dazed, I opened my eyes a crack and realized that I was in a dark, cold room with no windows to let in some light. Only the bars opposite of me, behind which I could see light and a lonely desk with a chair.

I sat up heavily and held my back the next second when a sharp pain shot through me, causing me to grit my teeth tightly to keep from accidentally crying out. Parts of my memory from yesterday flashed back to me and showed me how, after a fierce battle against the Marine, at some point I only saw smoke and was almost crushed under the wreckage when I tried to escape. But only almost. I can only vaguely remember the hint of something...pink. "What rubbish. Why did the damn Marine have to show up at exactly this time." To my right, I heard the click of a lock and decided to continue pretending to be asleep in order to perhaps find out more about my whereabouts.

"I'm sorry, Vice Admiral. Seems like the prisoner still hasn't woken up. I'm not surprised by the blow you gave her." "It doesn't matter. Sooner or later she'll have to wake up and talk. Those damn pirates are really nothing but trouble. We'll take her to Captain Koby's ship at the next port anyway. I have something else to do other than dealing with these annoying pirates. I'm sure he'll get something out of her,"came an annoyed voice, sounding so deep and rough, as if someone was inhaling nothing but smoke. But in a strange way it still sounded quite pleasant. "Ai ai Vice Admiral Smoker. We will inform the other ship immediately." The next moment the footsteps moved away again, but I stayed there until the door closed.

So Vice Admiral Smoker. It's a miracle I escaped with my life if he was the one chasing me. For all the hours that passed I tried desperately to find a way out, but unfortunately the Marine had thought these cells through really well, so in the end I had no choice but to give up and sit in a dark corner. "Then I guess I'll have to think about something while they try to transport me to the other ship." Sighing, I let my head fall against the wall behind me and stared at the ceiling. I still have these hazy memories of something pink, but I can't even think of what that could have been. "Hmm... I would be interested to know who I owe my life to. Even I would have barely survived a fight against Smoker." And so time passed until the ship finally seemed to dock at the next harbor. The only thing I noticed was the jerky movement of the ship as it was tied up, along with the hasty footsteps of the crew milling about on the deck above me, trying to prepare everything for a safe transport.

The next moment several Marines ran down the stairs and burst through the door. Everyone lined up, some seemed nervous and almost shitting their pants, while others showed no emotions and this was probably an everyday occurrence for them. A short time later he appeared in all his glory. Vice Admiral Smoker. Or how I liked to call him: Mr. Smoking hot. He looked at me grimly and I just responded with a mischievous grin. “Well, look at that. If that's not my good old Smokey." I slowly walked towards the bars and clutched them with both hands as I leaned closer to him. "I heard you wanted to push me away. And I thought we were finally getting closer." “Don’t even try it Y/N. That hasn't worked for me before and it won't work now either. We're transporting you over to Captain Koby's ship. He'll have more time for your little games than I do." Annoyed, he pulled the corners of his mouth down, at least as far as he could with two cigars in his mouth, before he gave the order to get me out of the cell and put me in chains.

On the way outside, after what felt like an eternity, I got some fresh air again and enjoyed the warm rays of sunshine on my skin. My eyes didn't seem too excited about the sudden brightness, though, so I had to squint them in order to not get blinded. "Smoker-kun!" A very bright and joyful voice came from a distance and seemed to be slowly approaching. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light and I could finally see clearly where we were. Near another ship I saw 2 strange figures. One had long blonde hair and a... very strange chin. When I looked at the other one next to him my body froze and my eyes went wide. That pink hair. No! That can't be! It was him...who saved me? A Captain of the Marines? "Come on! Move, you miserable priate scum!" One of the soldiers behind me pushed me forward with a shove in the back, I gave him an angry glance and continued to walk.

We walked straight towards the other ship and I could see more and more clearly who was actually standing in front of me. Captain Koby smiled and greeted his superior and then turned to me. Even though he didn't give me a smile like he did the Vice Admiral, I still felt a certain tenderness on his part. "Don't worry, Smoker-kun. Leave it to me. I'll get her to tell us something about the scroll." I looked at him in shock. The scroll! So that's why they hired someone as high as Smoker to target me. I twisted my mouth in annoyance and lowered my gaze to the floor. This could get funny.

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[knoxdrei]

Shit, i am so hooked. I had to draw it, visualize the pretty boy that is going through hell.

Read the whole thing in one night. Couldn't stop, cried some much, got anxious and dragged into the dark world of this. Now, i have to wait for the next chapter at the most drowning cliffhanger. The situation i begged for the whole time reading accured and got screwed up in a blink of an eye.. Hate this..

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