#one piece admiral scenarios

[shanksbaby]

Admirals as dads

Borsalino

he would spoil his child 100 %, and he would buy the best clothes too...like you see his suit and glasses? that man loves show off his wealth, and he would shows off through his child too. I think he would buy them mostly classy clothes, nothing casual or sportive.

he is a man who is very polite, so i guess he would teach his child to be polite too. i don't think he would be stern like sakazuki, but he would teach them through corrections of their speach, like:

"y\n, you have to say please when you ask something. please repeat it now properly"

he wuould tell them with a sweet voice, not wanting his child to feel like he is judging them.

he would be smitten with his child's cuteness, saying "so kawai" and smiling softly at them, probably for that little face that his child manages to get away with almost everything. Almost with everything because I feel like he would love that his child would be polite like him.

100% he would take his child at work and showing them off with all the others admirals, even if he has to meet akainu's irritation. He would carry them on his broad shoulder, and he would let them see all marineford, of course he won't take them to the renuion.

he would fear that his child could become a pirate, even if he never tells anyone. He fears this scenario because he already knows that it would put him in an umfortable position

i don't think he would really attack\hurt them, but he would be really struggle at the beginning since he always have followed the orders.

still, he won't push to become a marine.

Sakazuki

oh boy, i think he would be a very stern dad, he wouldn't take care of his child he would TRAIN them, like he would be more a sergent than an actual dad. He would still spend time with his child playing, but he would mostly teaching them to be a marine since birth.

he can't allow his child become an enemy of the law like happened to garp, he would lose respect of himself (we know that sakazuki doesn't like garp much because his child and grandson are both enemy of world government).

probabily he would have a stroke if his child would become a pirate lmao.

he is stil smart enough to know that being too strict would led them to resent them, so he learns to be more lenient with them, letting them getting away with few things, playing with any game the want ( as long as the game isn't too stupid).

i feel like he would be a bit controlling, expecially about friendship that his child has.

he would take his child at work too, to show them the importance of working as marine. He would take them to the training camp, then he would take them to his office; he would take them to a mission too ( not extremly dangerous, he just wants let them know how marine operate)

Kuzan

the most chill dad 100%, he would let and would spur his child to become an indipendent person. He won't teach like sakazuki the importance to be a marine, he would let his child choose his way. Even if they would choose to be a pirate, he would accept them, even if he would be worried about them

he would still protect them even if it's from a far

he won't spoil their child too much, more like he would teach them to be humble, and expecially to be kind towards others. When he see them to act compassionate, even towards an animal, he would be so proud and warm <3

more than pay for very expensive clothes, he spends time with them. He would play whatever game his child wanna play, even if he have to act a bit silly, he would do it. And he would loove nap with them.

he would sleep with his child in a bed full of cushions under a warm blanket cuddling

i know he is a very aloof but i feel like with his child would be really warm and tender, liike i know he would use pet names like "honey, sweety, sweetheart etc"

he won't take them to marineford, he thinks his job is too ruthless for your innocence, but he would take to garp, letting him see you and letting you see how he trained.

he would let you see even smoker, since he's a kind guy even if he looks intimidating.

he won't let you see akainu 100% , even if you asked the answer will be always no.

[dangerouslyknown]

I love how you write for the admirals! I’ve read them so many times XD But I’ve been craving something with a little more angst.

Could I request the admirals reacting to their s/o passing away in battle? (maybe even a targeted attack they weren’t fast enough to intercept?)

Scenario: Admirals reacting to their S/O passing away in battle

I am back babyyyyy!! And thank you for your request :) I hope y'all like what I wrote! It has been a while since I wrote any scenarios.

Warnings: Death, violence (nothing too graphic) & angst (kinda)

Borsalino / Kizaru

The ongoing battle was nothing out of the ordinary. He has done this a million times before and not a single thought was given to the idea that something could happen. He had your back and you had his. You were a great team together. He fought with his usual attitude without a care, next to you… Until.

A flash of fear traveled through his whole body as he saw someone appear out of nowhere, charging a powerful looking attack towards you. He rushed towards you, trying to block the attack but the attack was way too quick, even for him.

His pupils dilated. Your lifeless body fell on the ground in front of him. He stood there in shock for a brief moment, processing what just happened.

His legs got weak all of a sudden and he almost fell on his knees, but he kept himself together. He tried so hard to keep a calm face. I´d generally view him as a logical person who doesn't let his emotions take over him, but in this moment anger, sadness and confusion took over him.

He charged towards your killer, attacking them almost recklessly. If you'd still be around to see his face, you would just see this maniac look on his face. He kept attacking until the killer was dead for sure. After that, he seemed surprisingly calm again. He returned to your dead body and kneeled down, looking at you. He realized that killing your killer didn't make him feel  any better.

"How dare you leave me," he said with a laugh. And for a moment he smiled, until the corners of his mouth quivered as he held back tears, trembling.

Sakazuki / Akainu

His job as a Fleet Admiral is fairly dangerous. He has many enemies and even most Marines probably dislike him, so his top priority is to keep you off the battlefield. This one time it was not possible though.

He fought proudly, making sure that no one even glances at you. The enemies teamed up on him and he was busy dealing with them for a moment when a pirate sneaked closer to you, pointing a gun at you. Sakazuki finished up the teamers and as he turned his head towards you, he immediately sensed danger. 

He rushed towards you, grabbing that damn pirate, but in that exact moment the pirate shot his bullet. Bang. Sakazuki heard your body hit the ground while still charging forward, tightening his grip on the pirate´s neck.

His anger levels went through the roof in milliseconds and he groaned loudly as he realized what had happened. He burned that pirate with his boiling magma and then launched a huge attack, letting out an angry scream over the top of his lungs.

Then he stood there, breathing heavily and superficially. He felt anger, hatred even. Hatred towards the whole world. Hatred towards himself for being so weak. 

"I couldn't keep you safe. What a foolish man I am,” he said as he took his cap off, staring at the ground covered in blood. “I despise myself for letting this happen.”

Kuzan / Aokiji

He doesn't like fighting more than he needs to, but he is always there to protect you. It's a drag for him to deal with enemies, but he does it despite complaining the whole time. Luckily most of the people who attack you two are fairly weak compared to him.

Nothing unusual happened as the enemies came, making him sigh at the bother of dealing with them once again. He chatted and protected you with the powers of the ice fruit, while you both were unaware that one of the attackers was a pirate which had quite a bounty on his head. The pirate broke through his ice, catching him completely off-guard.

Pirate damaged him slightly in the process, but before he could react in any way, the pirate had made their way towards you. He saw the situation in slow-motion, he saw how the pirate took your life…

In the matter of seconds, you were dead right in front of him. The pirate held your dead body, then pushed it away from them, towards Kuzan. He catched your body in his arms and held you, looking at you in disbelief. He kept repeating your name, trying to wake you up as the pirates fled.

You were not responding. He swallowed, feeling a thigh pressure in his chest. A tear ran down his cheek. He felt guilty for your death, but mostly sad.

He held you closer to him. "Seems like I failed. I am so sorry my love. I don’t know how I let myself be so easy-going and take things for granted." 

Issho / Fujitora

You accompany him on the missions he is on regularly. It's mostly not dangerous at all, but there are exceptions. During this mission, it wasn't long until you two were in the middle of a battle. 

Things escalated quickly and soon he had to go almost all out, bringing a meteorite to finish it all up. He is a wise person with a good battle IQ, but there was one thing he didn’t consider before launching his attack. The enemies were strong enough to slice up the meteorite.

And that is exactly what happened. He knew he messed up when he sensed it happening. He screamed your name, trying to get you to avoid it, but still. A piece of a burning meteorite flew right at you and despite him being strong and aware of the situation, he couldn’t react fast enough.

Your voice disappeared. He couldn’t detect you any more. Panic and regret filled his mind as he continued fighting. The meteorite wasn’t supposed to hit you, it was supposed to hit the enemies!

The battle continued, but he put his sword away. His hands were shaking and he tried to contain himself. He had a lump in his throat that felt like it blocked his talking and even breathing. He knew not to freak out, but he desperately tried to sense your presence. No success. The guilt and sadness were slowly gaining a mix of anger as well. 

“You are gone, my dear. And there is no one else to blame than myself. I sincerely hope you are able to forgive me, wherever you are.”

[theviceadmiralswife]

The vice admirals and their bedrooms

Salute recruits and soldiers to this sassy Saturday ⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️

Ever wondered what the bedrooms of the vice admirals look like , fear no more I'm here to spill the beans. Buckle up folks. For this post I have 3 vice admirals and one admiral as bonus. Enjoy

The vice admirals wife over and out

Doberman:

Oh hubby of mine ♥️ his hobby for the maritime spills right into the bedroom

White and navy are in our bedroom and everywhere there's a subtle hint at his career in the navy, with a bit of coastal feeling to it, since I can't stop collecting shells. For practical reasons of course the chest trunk.... this where Doberman hides ropes, for when I have been naughty. And important a deskbon his side of the bed.

And yes these bedpost seem old fashioned but heck Doberman makes good use of them, wink wink , nudge, nudge think of ropes.

Onigumo:

Oh shit why do you ask....??? He's a sadist so guess what his bedroom looks like, black, greys and red. Modern furniture, hardly any personal items. And essentially his bed is dungeon and Onigumos tools are nearby

Essentially his bedroom is a torture chamber and Onigumo ain't hiding that. He makes you beg to be bound to his bed. Metal and leather are the dominant features in his bed. It will take plenty of submissive love and at least 2 years before Onigumo allows you to at least put up a picture of you two, any decor item has somehow to fit to this dungeon style bedroom so no flowery picture frames keep it modern, like a stainless steel frame. One thing Onigumo, though, allows you to add is the assortment of harnesses and gags and collars which you get as gifts for your birthday and so on.

Stainless:

A man of of style he is into the imperial African style of bedroom. That sort you'd see in older Hollywood movies. He loves the mixture of white and dark wood. He likes this because of his exquisiteness and cleanliness. A fan of white & cream colours.

This liking he definitely has inherited from his esteemed marine family.

He definitely appreciates the lightness and the fact this style is ideal for him to go romantic with roses and candles to seduce you and you won't regret it.

His bedroom is Stainless vacation place, he will literally stay in it with you all weekend. Breakfast in bed, massages he will treat you like a queen. Definitely a place where Stainless retreats to and because its spacious enough he will dance with you completely rolelaying beingbon vacation.

BONUS. ADMIRAL LEVEL

KIZARU

Oh my where to start with Kizaru... luxurious, his bedroom is simply that. Simple but sophisticated, stylish but on the minimalist side. He is in favour of bright tones, whites and cream , though he wouldn't mind if you put on bright red or pink sateen bedding he actually laugh at it and be all kinky.

Some books and one photograph are present and yes lights, various styles. Keeps the desk out of his bedroom, no work allowed here only pleasure.

He definitely would be having decorative moodlights on the ceiling and a huge mirror.

Very important a giant glass door or extra large windows which Kizaru forgets to close when he has sex with you, yeah all of Marineford needs to hear your moans.

[grandline-fics]

Hi lovely, hope you’re doing well. If you feel like it, would you write Smoker not realizing he’s got a crush on you until Tashigi has to point it out? It seems so Them ™ thank you 🫰

DESCRIPTION: He has no idea he has a crush on you

WARNINGS: mutual pining/ crushes

CHARACTERS: Smoker

WORDS: 1,225

A/N: I was only intending on making this a short and sweet drabble but it went a little longer than that. Not that I'm complaining. I hope you like what I came up with for this and thank you for requesting.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

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Smoker is normally straightforward and very aware of his surroundings and those that are in his immediate vicinity. He likes his space immensely and rarely allows anyone to encroach in that personal bubble. Outside of attacking pirates, or training very few tend to be given the privilege of staying next to Smoker for more than a few seconds. Tashigi would be the one to stay next to Smoker the most given she was his second in command although an interesting development caught her eye that Smoker somehow failed to notice for himself. You. Ever since you were transferred to the G5 base she noticed more and more how you and Smoker had gotten closer, to the point that now as she watched the two of you talk in the hallway her keen eyes took in how Smoker’s arm was all but a hair’s breadth away from fully touching yours. 

By her observation that was practically the equivalent of anyone else straddling their lover's lap by Smoker’s standards. Her gaze took you both in and she fought back the giddy smile, her boss had a crush and endearingly, he had no idea of his feelings. For a while she was happy to just take the revelation in and enjoy it for herself, unable to give up the chance of a lifetime to see Smoker like this. It was like winning the lottery to see the gruff, almost socially distant, stoic leader show his softer side. Now that she was aware of the change that overcame Smoker when you were near, she couldn’t help but see it take effect instantly. 

When you talked with him about mission reports, changes in shifts, or engaging in general conversation, Smoker would keep intense eye contact with you, taking in everything you had to say but his eyes would soften just enough to unconsciously seem less intimidating. Tashigi found that you’d never shied away from Smoker’s presence that others would normally feel nervous around. If you didn’t have time to stop and talk, you and Smoker still made sure to smile-albeit a small one on Smoker’s end- and offer a courtesy nod before continuing on your separate ways. Tashigi spotted out of the corner of her eye that as you passed by one day that Smoker’s head followed you for just a second. That day Tashigi decided to put Smoker’s feelings for you clearly into perspective. As she inspected the debrief of the upcoming mission that afternoon, she began the conversation by stating your name. As expected, Smoker’s head turned towards her curiously. “You going to say goodbye to them before we leave?”

“I’d be here all day if I said goodbye to everyone that wasn’t coming on the same mission as me, Tashigi.” Smoker stated with a confused frown, eyeing his second in command warily. “Did you get enough sleep last night?”

“Of course I did.”

“Then why the strange question?”

“Dunno just thought, you might want to say goodbye.” Tashigi shrugged with a playful smile. “We will be gone for at least a month. Won’t you miss them?”

“Tashigi…” Smoker abandoned the papers on his desk and turned in his seat to look at her, unwilling to indulge her antics. Especially if she was bringing you into the conversation. “Just say whatever it is you want to say so I can actually get on with my work.”

“Fine. You like them and before you say ‘they’re an asset to the base’ I mean you like them. Romantically.” Smoker blinked at Tashigi and she could see the gears turning in his head as her statement was being processed. The expression alone made her wish she had pointed it out to him sooner. Still, Smoker was a stubborn man and even with her nudging him towards the revelation, she needed to continue to really drive the point home before he could dismiss it. “I can see the way you look at them, and seek them out to talk to. They like you too y’know?”

Smoker couldn’t help but tense at that. An almost hopeful jolt ran through him involuntarily but even then he was reluctant to believe that you held a romantic interest in him the same way that he had for you. Now that Tashigi had pointed it out to him, he felt somewhat foolish that he hadn’t realised his own feelings on his own. He wasn’t a child and he wasn’t some lovesick teenager either but out of fear of sounding like one he refused to ask Tashigi how she knew you would reciprocate his feelings. Instead he gave a noncommittal grunt and quickly looked to the papers on his desk again. Tashigi grinned broadly and used all of her will to keep her voice even and calm when she was all but squealing on the inside. “The next time you go to talk to them, watch how their eyes light up. Perhaps if you went to say goodbye before our mission you’d see?”

The was a moment of silence as Smoker continued to stare at the papers but not reading them. Then with a curse he stood abruptly and headed towards the door. “Only because you won’t shut up about it.” 

“Whatever you say, sir.” Tashigi nodded, watching Smoker leave with the most satisfied smile on her face. As much as she would have loved to have follow close behind and see the next part for herself, she decided to give Smoker his space out of fear of pushing her luck with interfering into his personal life even though sometimes he sorely needed the obvious being pointed out for him.

Smoker strode down the corridors, seemingly doing his routine patrols before having to set off on the mission when really he was hoping to coincidentally run into you. He turned the corridor sharply just as you came from the opposite direction. Your body collided with his and instinctively Smoker’s hands firmly caught your shoulders, keeping you from falling. You let out a nervous laugh and looked up at him, an embarrassed warmth spreading over your face as you stared at your boss. “Sorry! I should really look where I’m going right?”

“No harm done on my end.” Smoker mused, taking Tashigi’s advice to observe your face as you spoke to him, to really watch your eyes. 

“Just as well.” You joked, smiling brightly as you met his gaze with only warmth as opposed to the use caution the others on the base would. “Last thing you need is an injury before going on a mission.” At that you seemed almost disappointed. Smoker tried to keep his expression neutral at the prospect that you’d miss him. “Jero said it was going to be a long one?”

“A month is the estimate.”

“A month…” Your smile lessened slightly before you mentally lectured yourself. This was how it went. Missions could range from a couple days to nearly a year, even longer. “I wish you a successful mission, Vice Admiral. I’ll see you when you get back.”

“Promise?” The word was out of his mouth before he really considered the implication the weight behind it would be. Smoker momentarily got lost in the way surprise lit your eyes and how your lips slowly spread into a smile far brighter than he’d yet to see grace your face before. 

“I promise.”

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[lale-txt]

❈ 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰/ 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 & 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

where Smoker and you get hit by a truth serum and things get a little heated. in the best way possible.

a/n: a little something for @opopnomi who is a gem and deserves the best ♡ i had the best intentions to write something fluff with Smoker but somehow i got possessed and when i came back to my senses it was this absolute filth, oopsie.

contains: ns.fw under the cut (MDNI), afab!reader (no pronouns, “cunt” and “pussy” used to describe genitalia), thigh riding, dirty talk, praise kink, penetrative sex, breeding kink (NO mention of pregnancy or babies), slight overstimulation, mention of exhibitionism, mention of brat taming, slightly possessive Smoker if you squint

word count: 2.2k

“May I come in?”

You knock and push the heavy door to Smoker’s captain quarters open slightly to peek inside, seeing him hunched over some scattered files on his desk. He doesn’t even bother to look up, only motions you with one gloved hand to enter. Your captain seems to be even more troubled than usual. A cold and gloomy atmosphere radiated from him, which was somehow more intimidating than his usual stoic self who would bark out orders at his subordinates. 

Was it your fault? Well… maybe you should have used seastone handcuffs instead of regular handcuffs on the captivated devil fruit user. But you hadn’t them at hand because someone insisted it would be fun to try them out in a way they definitely weren’t meant to be used. And maybe they were still dangling from the headboard of his bed because granted, you were up for a round two. That was before the devil fruit powers hit the whole crew, putting everyone under the effects of what basically was a truth serum. 

To say that it caused a little chaos was an understatement. You feel a twinge of guilt in your chest and tiptoe towards your captain and lover.

“Prepared the report like you asked me to,” you mumble and put the files on his desk. You could already hear Garp’s booming laughter when he’d read over it and it definitely will be a topic at the annual Navy’s New Year party. 

Smoker still doesn’t look up nor speak to you. “Cat got your tongue?”, you ask and sit down opposite of him, leaning on the wood. Only the sound of his pen scratching over the paper was audible. You sigh. “Are you not talking to me because you’re mad or because there are certain things you absolutely don’t want to say out loud?” 

That certainly got under his skin–you could tell from the way that one vein on his forehead twitched slightly before he finally dared to meet your gaze, two cigars dangling from his lips.

“I’m not mad,” Smoker huffs and leans back in his chair, massaging the bridge of his nose. He lets out a quiet groan before sitting up straight again, legs spread apart like he always does. Your eyes flicker to the spot you were grinding on last night and you bite your bottom lip slightly. Obviously the truth serum also caused you to be honest in your gestures and facial expressions, which is probably why Smoker immediately shut himself in shortly after the incident, looking as troubled as he does now. He notices your stare and shifts slightly, his eyes flickering to your lips.

“But,” he continues, his voice a bit more low now, “it would have been troublesome if I told you in front of the whole crew how badly I want to sink my cock into you until you’re creaming around me. How I want you to whine out my name while you’re on top of me, begging me to fill you up. How blissfully fucked out you look last night when you gagged around me, drool and my cum dripping down chin.”

Smoker taps the pen he was holding on the wooden desk, now glaring at you. Almost as if he dared you to make a move. He could see how you rubbed your thighs together, desperate for some friction. If he was to bend you over the desk right now, he’d probably find your panties soaked. He still had some self-control, though. It was just a truth serum effect, not an aphrodisiac. Not that he needed one with you; he was absolutely infatuated with you anyway.

“Captain…”, you coo and smile, knowing after all this time it still made his cock twitch in his pants when you called him that, despite being lovers for a long time now. “It’s not like you to talk like that. I like it, though.”

You strut around the desk until you reach him, expectantly sitting in his chair, his prominent bulge on full display. He is massaging it lazily with one hand over the fabric while his eyes follow your movements. When he pats his leg with his other hand, you know what to do. 

“You know, sometimes I want them to know. Want them to watch when you bully my cunt with your aching cock, splitting me open. Want everyone to see that I’m yours,” you whisper and straddle his thick thigh, grinding against it slowly for some relief. “Yours to use. Yours to fill.”

Smoker growls, a deep rumbling sound in his chest, and his big hands find your hips, pulling you closer to him. His grip is firm and he hasn’t taken his gloves off. He leans in close until his lips are merely an inch from yours.

“Say that again,” he whispers, not kissing you yet. His warm brown eyes take you in as if you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. One hand of his comes to your face, cupping your chin gently. His thumb brushing over your lips, a low groan from his throat when you part them for him so willingly. “Say you’re mine.”

“Only yours,” you murmur and moan quietly when Smoker’s lips meet yours after what felt like an eternity. His cigars rest forgotten in the ashtray, he’s too busy devouring you. You can feel the heat pooling between your thighs, aching to be touched, worshiped even. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, and you don’t need any truth serum to feel how deeply he desired you. 

A guttural moan from him makes you roll your hips, your core hot and dripping wet by now–you’re pretty sure there’s already a damp spot on his pants where you’re grinding on. With your hands resting on his broad shoulders you keep up your ministrations, feeling how you get lightheaded from the throbbing sensation. It isn’t enough but you can’t stop either, not now when you feel how hard he is by now. 

Smoker is a very patient man. He likes it when you beg for him; he can’t get enough of your needy mewls when your poor cunt clenches around nothing, so desperate to be filled. Desperate for him. 

“And you’re gonna be good for me?”, he asks in a low voice, his big hand trailing up your thigh, squeezing it. You nod eagerly, not beating around the bush. You could be such a brat sometimes, but under the spell of the devil fruit powers your body and its reactions were being so honest. 

With his free hand Smoker unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, too slow for you as you let him know with an impatient whine. He enjoys having your eyes glued to him, wandering from his torso to his happy trail and fluttering wide open when his thick cock finally springs free, resting heavy on his stomach. Precum is already dripping from the tip, making you lick your lips in anticipation. 

“Need you to fuck me,” you mewl and now you’re shifting in your spot, climbing from his thigh into his lap, grinding your clothed cunt against his length. Smoker is still not touching you properly and you’re already such a mess. “Please, please…” 

Smoker brings one hand to his lips, biting the tip of his glove to take it off, while his other hand firmly holds you in place. He knows you like the gloves, but right now he wants to really feel you, not a single layer between you. His hand then sneaks between your thighs, cupping your aching pussy with his massive hand. You were absolutely drenched, your whole body trembling when he rubs slow circles against your core. 

“Hurry.” Your voice sounded desperate now, with your head resting against his shoulder, your breath hot against his bare skin. “Hurry or I’ll die. Please. Need your fat cock inside me. Need your cum.” 

Smoker lets out a hoarse laugh when he lifts you up with ease and drops you gently on the desk. “You’re not gonna die, darling,” he mumbles and kisses from your jaw to your neck, his scruff scratching over your skin. “But I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll see stars and heaven. Gonna fuck you till you feel my cum is oozing out of your pretty little cunt for days.”

His words have you whining and whimpering underneath him, and you raise your hips slightly so he can help you kick your pants off. Your soaked panties cling to your folds and you jump when Smoker rubs his tip between them, a deep groan rumbling in his chest. Your pleading eyes are enough to convince him not to tease you any further though–still, your panties wander in the pocket of his jacket… for later. 

The air is knocked out of your lungs when Smoker plunges into you. He hasn’t even stretched you wide open with his fingers yet like he usually does, but he knew you’d be able to take him. You always do. And with how wet you are for him you take his cock with ease, your walls fluttering around him when he bottoms out fully. His thumb comes to your clit, drawing slow circles around it. He can never get enough how you twitch around his cock, milking him. 

Your eyes roll in the back of your head when Smoker starts pounding into you, keeping up a merciless pace. He’s so deep, hitting all of your sensitive spots with each thrust. Your arms wrap around his neck as he hovers over you, trapping you between the desk and his huge frame. It’s like you’re getting crushed in the best way possible. Neither of you is gonna last long this round, you just wanna fuck to get it out of your system; your bodies being as honest with each other like never before.

“Gonna cum,” you whine. “So close… gonna… Captain, ‘m gonna… fuck, fuck…”

Smokers lips are everywhere, crashing against yours, then on your neck, licking, biting, sucking. You’re his. Your scent and your sweet sounds are making him dizzy and he can hardly hold himself back any longer either. His hips start to stutter, fucking into you in a broken rhythm as he gets closer to his high, too. 

“Mmm… gonna fill you up so good, darling.” His voice has a dark edge to it, deep and almost feral. One hand of his comes to your chin, lifting it up so you meet his gaze. His thumb brushes over your lips again and this time you don’t hesitate to suck on it, making him moan. “You’re gonna take it all, yeah? Gonna let me stuff you with my cum? You want that?” 

You nod so eagerly, eyes glassy from how close you are, from the way he throbs inside of you. If he could, Smoker would have you in this position for hours; your legs wrapped around his hips to stop him from pulling out, your nails scratching over his bare skin when he fucks you deeply, his name falling from your parted lips until he stuffs them with his fingers, your tongue flickering around them so greedily. 

“Wanna see you cum for me, baby,” he mutters, his thumb finding your clit again while he keeps thrusting inside of you. He is as close as you are. “Want you to cream around my cock, yeah? Can you do that for me?” 

You let out a broken sob when the world comes crashing down on you, your walls twitching around his cock while waves of pleasure wash over you; poor, overstimulated thing. Smoker can’t hold back any longer either, rutting in a merciless pace until a few heartbeats later he spills his load inside of you, heat flooding your insides. He kisses your greedily, mumbling incoherent praise against your lips–it doesn’t matter what, because you’re too out of it anyway, but you’re laughing softly, kissing him back. Your whole body tingles as you ride out your high. 

“Fuck, darling” Smoker laughs hoarsely, too. He presses a kiss to your forehead, then to your lips. “I love you so much.”

You touch his face, fingers brushing over his scruffy cheeks as you pull him to your lips again. Warm. He always made you feel so, so warm. You still throb around him, not willing to let him pull out yet. He likes you best when you’re stuffed and blissfully satisfied anyway. His hand comes to your stomach, pressing down where he’s nestled inside of you. 

“I love you, too,” you whisper back, propping yourself up on your elbows for a better view where the two of you are connected. Your mixed fluids are dripping down between your thighs every time he pulls out slightly, only to push himself back inside again, as if he could never go without the warmth of your cunt.

You rarely say those big words out loud. Smoker and you usually get along with a few sentences and the smallest gestures, but right now it’s bubbling in your chest; all the love you hold for each other. 

As if it’s on the tip of your tongues, waiting to be devoured.

[softonshanks]

Which character in one piece do you think has the best design?

hey! thank you for the question, I think it's very interesting. As someone who as a degree in literature and also in creative writing I can't help but give you two different answers, a short one and a more articulated one, hope you won't mind! Short one: Brook (i just think he is super cool), Ace (I'm in love with his freckles, sorry not sorry) and Luffy (I'm a sucker for those who are kind and I think Oda in his design was able to project an unusual and adorable kidness for a draw). Long one: The one thing you learn over time, whether it is studying fiction or any other piece of media, it's the importance of developing a character whose characteristics are evident not only by his words or actions, but also by his appearence. One of the reason I really appreciate One Piece, not being a particular anime or manga fan myself, is especially the symbolism.

Let's take Fujitora for example, which - in my useless and humble opinion - is a perfect type of character with a design that serves more than its basic purpose.

Fujitora’s design is one of understated power and humility. His blindness is an immediate link to the Roman goddess of Justice. Iustitia (her latin name) was introduced by emperor Augustus, and even if she was not a very old deity in the Roman pantheon, was one of the most celebrated. She had a bandage on her eyes, thus representing her impartiality. Fujitora’s blindness is a key symbolic element of his design, representing his commitment to true justice—justice that is not swayed by appearances or prejudice.

His sword cane is another important symbol; it signifies both his power and his restraint. Fujitora could easily wreak havoc with his gravity powers, but his cane suggests that he chooses to walk a measured, careful path. The traditional elements of his attire, combined with his Marine coat, indicate his respect for tradition and order, in the sense of the true and old values they have to follow to be righteous. His design aligns perfectly with his character as a man of deep conviction and moral integrity. His calm, composed appearance belies the immense power he wields. Fujitora's simple, dignified appearance allows his actions and words to take center stage, making his character memorable not just for his power, but for his profound sense of duty and morality.

Sorry for the long reply, I just liked to dive in this question, I love talking about narrative techniques way too much

[smokersbaby]

Heyy!! How do you think Law, Croco, & Smoker react to their S/o tying them up and teasing them until they break??

Hi! Thank you so much for the idea, it's my first request so I hope you'll like it :) I read your request a thousand times because since I am Italian I was trying to figure out the exact meaning of what you were asking, I didn't want to disappoint you haha.

I LOVED your request, so I was so excited to write this (also because they are my favourite characters). Needless to say, Smoker's part is my favourite 💕

Characters: Trafalgar Law, Sir Crocodile, Vice-Admiral Smoker

CW: NFSW, bondage, masturbation, oral sex (giving), slightly dom/sub interaction, unprotected sex. Word Count: 1.7k words

Notes: These fanfics leave some room for imagination at the end, since otherwise, they would all become too long, I hope you enjoy them! 💕

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Trafalgar Law

You had to insist a little bit with Law to convince him to do such a thing. "Why do you want to do that Y/N?" he asked you when you proposed to tie him up, he looked so annoyed by this activity you wanted to try on him, but somehow he let you tie him to the chair. Before sitting down you asked to take off his clothes except for boxers and then you bound his hands together behind the chair to keep him still. "Do you want me to freeze?" he said a little bit bothered. You looked at him smiling "Don't you worry about that" you answered, blindfolding him with a scarf. "That wasn't part of the deal!", he seemed almost angry but you knew he would have changed his mind very soon. You didn't answer but laughed at his disappointment. You waited a minute just to see if he was going to complain again. Suddenly, when he was about to speak again, you started rubbing your hand over his boxers, Law let a groan slip out of his mouth, forgetting what he was about to say. In less than a couple of seconds his cock was hard and aching just because of your touch over the fabric. You were teasing him so much, touching him on his soft spot lightly, without bringing him much pleasure. He wanted to touch you so bad but even trying to untie the knot on his wrist he couldn't move. He was fed up, why did you want to play such a foolish game with him? All he wanted was to touch you and feel his skin against yours but this situation was straining his nerves, even though you were enjoying the sight of him tied to the chair, he wasn't comfortable. An idea sparkled in Law's mind: he couldn't move his hands but he could move his fingers. "Shambles," he said all of a sudden. A stuffed animal (which was on your bed before) appeared on the chair. You turned around immediately and saw Law on your bed removing the scarf you put on before from his eyes. "Come here" Law whispered. "That wasn't part of the deal" you replied a little bit annoyed crossing your arms. Law smiled, he seemed relaxed and just wanted to feel you near him. He stood up from the bed, coming towards you. "I want to feel you, to touch you," he said hungrily kissing your lips "I was starving" he continues biting your lower lip and licking it with his tongue. He grabbed your waist and put you on the bed facing him, he wasn't going to let you escape anywhere: his lips were devouring yours and you pulled him closer to feel his hot body all over yours. He started biting your neck letting you moan a little bit. "Now it's my turn to tie you up," he said smiling against your neck and continuing kissing you everywhere. You couldn't ask for better.

Sir Crocodile

This is ordinary for Crocodile, he loves watching you take the lead and put him in such situations, taking away from him any chance to move. You didn't like the smug look he had while you were tying him up to the chair, "Such a good girl, doing all the job for me," he said licking his lips and waiting for your next move. "You seem a little too comfortable with this" you answered standing in front of him and pinching his cheek. You started kissing him right where you just pinched him and followed the scar on his nose, then you went down to kiss him on the lips. He seemed hungry for your touch, biting your lower lips to show you how much he wanted it. But you didn't want to give him all right now, he had to wait, a thing he hated. Reluctantly you took a step back, leaving his mouth hanging open. You walked in circles around his chair like a shark, undressing slowly. His eyes were fixed on you and you could see the bulge in his pants growing quickly. You stood behind him, placing your hands on his eyes. "You have to wait" you whisper in his ear, giving him goosebumps. You placed your lips on his neck, starting to lick up to his ear. A deep moan came from his throat, showing how much you were teasing him. Your hands started to go down under his shirt massaging his muscles and feeling his hotness against the palm of your hand. You continued going down reaching his pants and touching his bulge making him gasp, "Is that what you want?" you asked, and he moaned in agreement. All of a sudden you moved away, letting Crocodile beg for your touch. You couldn't wait any longer too but didn't want to show it. You were in front of him on your knees, taking off his pants and everything that was covering his cock. It bounced out with fierceness, the tip covered in pre-cum. The only thing you wanted at that moment was to give him the best head he has ever had. You were done with your games, immediately taking his large cock in your mouth as deep as possible, making your eyes water. With one hand you were stroking him and licking his tip with your tongue inside your mouth, with the other you were rubbing your clitoris because you also wanted to feel good. Crocodile's head was tilted back lost in pleasure and deep groans were coming from his throat as if he was already near his peak. "F-fuck.." he whispered as he felt you climbing on top of him to let his cock slide inside your wet cunt, probably he didn't expect that because you could feel goosebumps all over his body. "Touch me" you moaned in his ear. Crocodile used his powers to turn his hands to sand and escape the knots, returning to flesh a second after. He grabbed your thighs guiding you, while you were already bouncing on his dripping cock. "You'll drive me crazy with your games" he murmurs against your lips smiling.

Smoker

His cheeks were blushing, you never thought you could see such a big and strong man in a situation like this: he was all naked, sitting on a chair you swear would break under his weight. His hands were tied together behind his back in a tight knot and a scarf was covering his eyes. Having so much power on Smoker was one of your biggest dreams since he was kind of a dominating partner in bed. This time you were the one in charge, knowing he'd have struggled to resist in such a situation. It wasn't hard to convince him since he was excited to try something new, but he didn't expect to be tied up completely naked in front of you. The only thing you wanted to do was to test his capacity to resist temptations. You started to undress yourself trying not to make a sound. "So how long are you going to let me wait Y/N", he had no patience, he wanted everything and he wanted it now. You went near him and lowered his scarf: it was no more covering his eyes, you put it on his mouth to not let him speak. "Is this what you want?" you whispered in his ear, his eyes gazing at you: you were completely naked in front of him. Instead of touching him you turned around and sit on your bed, you started touching yourself with your legs wide open looking directly at him. He hated and loved every second tied up on that chair. Needless to say, his cock started getting harder just by the view Smoker had on you. You were rubbing your clitoris and pumping two of your fingers inside of you so shamelessly, moaning out loud his name as if you were calling him to you. His cock started leaking pre-cum for the excitement you gave him, Smoker was going blind for desire and the only thing he wanted was to have you dripping under him. But so were you, you couldn't resist having him buried deep inside of you. You got up from bed, went in front of him and touched him on his collarbone, leaving kisses and marks going up on his neck. You untied the knot of the scarf to kiss him on the lips, he almost bit you because he craved your kisses since the very beginning of your game. You climbed on him, almost sitting over his dripping cock rubbing it with your wet cunt. "Please…" he said with a low voice, "What?" you couldn't believe your ears. "Please I can't wait any longer" he continued. "Are you begging me?" it was unbelievable for you to see him so addicted to you. "Yes, please I need you, I'm begging you". You slipped his large cock inside your cunt, letting him hit the very bottom of you with his tip in one move. Smoker let go a deep moan from his throat, you did the same as you started to go up and down on his length, knowing you too couldn't wait any longer to feel him inside. You knew you'll untie the knots very soon to let him take care of you in the way he liked the most.

[princetenkoo]

Justice (2023)

[koalas-koalas-everywhere]

Garp getting out of Fullalead and getting updated on Wano is so

"Luffy took out Kaido? Hahahaha! That's my grandson, isn't he cute? Then again, if all he was gonna do was beat up pirates, why couldn't he just become a Marine, that shitty kid just lives to spite me, he's so. Eh. *sees his new wanted poster. squints. looks up. looks back down. looks up and points* My grandson's a brunet."

"Yes, we know Garp, but–"

"This kid, whoever he is, is wearing white. My shitty grandson doesn't wear white. White clothes just don't stay white when he's wearing them. I don't know who this is, but it's not Luffy."

"He's literally got the straw hat hanging from his neck!"

*GASP* "This punk stole Luffy's hat? The hat that Red-Haired Shanks gave him? That he swore to become the Pirate King on? The one that his whole crew name and Jolly Rogers is based on? Good. I'll have to thank him. After I beat him up for mugging my shitty grandson. Of course, Luffy should've been strong enough to defend himself in the first place, so it's his fault, but just on principle. I'll let the punk keep the hat after and everything."

[ranaveesweet]

Your forbidden love

✼ | Smoker x Reader Scenario | ✼ ✼ | Song Inspiration ➥ Fantasy by Mariah Carey

In a world torn by war between Pirates and Marines, You and Smoker stand on opposing sides. Yet, amidst the chaos, love ignites. Defying prejudice, you dream of a future together. But as danger looms, you face a choice: fight for love or yield to the tide of hostility. "Your presence here is a provocation," Smoker grumbled, his voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Do you have any idea the risks you're taking?"

Keep shaping this story alongside Smoker through my character Ai: You and Smoker's secret meeting

Upcoming Character -> Trafalgar D. Law

Reblogs Appreciated ♡

[shanksbaby]

Hello can you do admirals with a s/o who can't get mad, not exactly like kuzan cuz he could still have disagreements, but I mean you could throw a brick at them and they would just get it treated, and then be like don't do that again or sum-

btw love the writing keep it up👍

the request are closed but since i like this prompt so much, i decided to write anyway, thank you for the kind words!

Admirals with a difficult to anger S\0

Borsalino

you two are very similar. In fact, no one has ever seen Kizaru angry, or actually feel any negative emotion, he always wears the same smirk. And even though he sometimes seems sadistic in dealing with the pirates he doesn't show anger like Sakazuki.

literally the most peaceful couple in the world

joking aside, I feel like colliding with Kizaru or Kizaru colliding with you are very rare events. It's more likely that Kizaru gets mad at you for something, although as soon as he sees your little face looking at him with that calm look he forgets all his anger.

but these events are rare, you never get angry and Kizaru is too lazy to start an argument with you, among other things with a person who has never raised his voice with anyone.

and even when he gets angry with you, the yellow monkey can at most show a face of frustration, but he will never raise his voice at you (in reality he has never done this with anyone), if the topic involves him excessively he may change tone of voice (he doesn't raise it but simply stops dragging the words)

Sakazuki

I think you are one of the few, if not the only person to calm his anger. But in the beginning it wasn't always like this… the first time he got pissed at you and saw you looking at him with that innocent look while asking him to please stop because he was attracting attention, he thought you were teasing him.

then he started to understand that you couldn't get angry, he doesn't know how you do it, especially when the world is full of idiots and incompetents.

at first he looked at you as if you were an alien, sometimes he tried to force you to get angry, for example by shouting at you for silly things at work, but nothing seemed to trigger your anger so he gave up feeling defeated. You are one of the few people who managed to surprise him.

when you see him get angry you always try to calm him down (also because you are worried about his physical well-being). Sometimes you succeed, other times you just end up making the situation worse. But you never get angry with him, so much so that the marines think you are some kind of divine gift.

Kuzan

as Jinbei said, Aokiji is a man who rarely shows his passion. Generally he never gets angry either, he is much more laid back (similar to Borsalino). So arguments with him are very rare, also because he really doesn't have the energy to argue, especially with you.

he was surprised when after a guy spilled a drink on you only for you to refuse him and you just looked at him and told him he shouldn't have done that…I mean, he got mad about you and you, on the other hand, didn't Did you show the slightest sign of anger?

so, just like Sakazuki, he tried to whet your anger, through for example jokes like throwing you in the pool or ruin your food, but nothing. All you did was ask him to never do that again because you didn't like these pranks.

the rare times he gets angry with you and raises his voice (we know that in fact he can be loud sometimes), he immediately feels guilty when he looks into your eyes. You are too cute to be mad. Then she immediately apologizes and tries to make up for what he has done through gifts or bringing you coffee.

I am sorry if it's short but sadly i am in session + i have to go at the university for the laboratories

[dangerouslyknown]

Scenario: Admirals celebrating their S/O's birthday

Anonymous asked:

Hi! It's my birthday and I was wondering if you could do headcanons of the admirals celebrating their s/o's bay with them 👉👈🥺 I love your writing btw❤💖💞💖❤💞

So wholesome! Thank you. Sorry this is "a little" late though.

Borsalino / Kizaru

At first, he would probably act like he doesn’t have a clue that today is your birthday. Perhaps it makes you a little upset, but he has a certain unnoticeable glare in the corner of his eye, implying that he hasn’t entirely forgotten. He does this every year, but he still manages to make you fear that he actually forgot this time.

The day passes by, being casual. Nothing particularly interesting happened… ‘till the clock hit afternoon hours.

As you were away from home, whether it was due to work or something else, he had some time to prepare. As you come home, he surprises you by boldly grabbing you by your waist and pulling you closer, looking directly in your eyes as he drawls out the words with his usual tone: “Happy birthday, my dear~”

He leads you further into the house, then reaching for something from a shelf so high up you could not see what was on it. He pulls out a tiny gift which was tidily and cutely packed. You knew immediately that he didn’t wrap the gift himself as he handed it to you. He always gets you something to lift up your spirit and celebrate you and as you opened it, this year he had gotten you something you had mentioned to him like once. It amazed you how he manages to appear so unbothered, still being quite keen to little details about his S/O and remembering them.

Sakazuki / Akainu

As for your birthdays, he seems to always remember them. He gets up early, even if he doesn’t have work, and prepares you a fulfilling breakfast to start your day. He doesn’t dare to wake you up so early, so he saves his words for later. If he happens to have work that day, he leaves your breakfast waiting in the fridge. He usually tries to get off work a little earlier if he has work. He wants to spend the day with you.

At some point, when you share a moment together again, he looks at you, softness in his gaze. “Year older today, right? Congrats” he says with his hoarse voice. He tends to only give you a gift when you turn decades or so, but he still tries to make your birthdays a little more special than usual days. He doesn’t, surprisingly enough, hold back on that.

He might cook you dinner at home, serve you a good wine with it or he might take you out on a date. Whatever for you on your special day. This year he took you to a restaurant.

Kuzan / Aokiji

Him. He seems more cheerful than usual on your birthdays. He makes sure that he keeps you in a good mood throughout the day. He skips any duties he has for that day and is excited to treat you today. No slacking or laziness from him today.

He had this fun idea once to take you on a bike ride with him, take you sightseeing and visit the more romantic and exquisite places together. This year was no different. He took you on a ride, acting like a real gentleman, taking you somewhere. Neither of you knows where, but he plans to spend an unforgettable day together. You arrived, walking around. He suddenly grips on your hands and looks at you. “Delightful birthday to you, my love. Have you enjoyed the day so far?” he asked with the warmest smile you’ve ever seen.

What comes to the gift, he usually buys you something nice from the island you are visiting. Whatever you want, as long as he has enough money for it.

Issho / Fujitora

The day started like usual, but he had plans for your birthday months in advance. He has such a big heart, he doesn’t want you to feel like anyone forgot your birthday. This year he decided to throw you a huge surprise party. He is radiating with warmness the whole morning as he persuades you into coming with him somewhere.

He led you, making it seem like he was about to take you shopping or something fairly ordinary, but then as you stepped into some building, a big crowd of Marines jumped out to wish you a happy birthday, several of them having gifts in their hands. Fujitora didn’t skimp on this a slightest.

He senses your emotions and comes closer to you, saying softly: “Oh, happy birthday my dearest! I hope my little surprise makes you happy!” He seemed to almost blush as he seemed so happy for you. Of course, he organized all this just for you.

And that’s not all. He enjoys having some time with just the two of you as well, having a peaceful evening with you. He arranged a romantic evening with some good food on the side as well. He hugs you happily as it’s just the two of us. He seems to go a bit far with his surprises every year, which makes you feel truly special.

[fleet-admiral-hiba]

FAMILY IS EVERYTHING

Plot: When Smoker and other vice admirals find a little kid, roaming alone along the premise of New Marineford, they can't help but feel a stab of pity. Who could ever abandon a little child in a world so dangerous?

Fury. White, unabashed rage.

Sometimes he understood why his superior wanted to eliminate all the pirates in the world. He really could.

Even his colleagues, understood that. And they could all see the reasons directly in your eyes. Those eyes, dead, darkened, empty of any kind of emotions.

Who could have done this to you? And most importantly, why?

They saw in the distance a ship bearing a black jack burning, and they didn't feel regret. They deserved it.

No one would hurt you anymore, not on their watch.

Strawberry, alongside Momonga approached you. You covered in fear, thinking about what those strangers would do. But nothing bad happened. Instead, they brought you inside, safe under the coat of one of the many men you saw on the shore.

Maybe it was a new beginning. But no matter what, you wouldn't let your guard down yet.

Better to be safe than sorry.

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While Smoker remained with you in the infirmary, making sure no one bothered your much needed rest, Momonga made his way to the main office.

He needed to hand in the report. But as many of his friends wanted, he needed to ask the man in charge something important.

Knocking, he entered the office. While handing in his report, he stopped before asking. The other man looked up, curious but guarded, he probably knew what the other was going to ask.

"Sir, we found a kid that survived, but they're deeply traumatized by what happened. The enemy ship has been destroyed. We were wondering, if we could keep them here, with us. They have yet to acknowledge any of us, but they're not a threat. We will take all responsibility for them..." , a hand stopped him mid speech. A nod was all he needed.

Saluting his superior, he left the office.

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"Who would have known that the scary fleet admiral had a soft spot for children" teased the yellow clad admiral.

He didn't, but he saw something familiar in that report. "Shouldn't you be back to work?" he grumbled.

Not caring one bit, he snatched the report and read it. His expression morphed into something dark.

He saw, now why, they did that and why he allowed it.

It was all too familiar.

"We'll catch them. We will make them pay" read the small line on the bottom of the page.

Something that should not belong there,but yet it did.

He placed a hand on his shoulder, simple as that.

They all knew they would protect this kid with their life.

After all, they were a family now.

[theviceadmiralswife]

I don't know if you watched One Piece Stampede but your character reminds me the marine girl that literally runs in front of Doberman when he shouts the order to attack.

-🥀

Salute recruit ⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️🌊⚓️

I feel flattered I suppose buuuuuuuut...not me. Thanks though 😉 I know this female recruit, she dropped out after the fight against Douglas Bullet.

😂 hahaha I wish I was that tall that I reach Dobermans chest !! Lol I'm such a short stack....

I met Doberman after the Buster call in Enies Lobby, my job used to be maintaining the warships and get necessary supplies in order. So that recruits only have to load the ships. Of course after marrying Doberman I'm at home now raising the next generation of marines.

Though credit to Doberman as soon as we dated he taught me how to fight... he thinks its an essential thing and it eases his mind if he's out at sea.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

I love how Isha copied jinx by dying her blue and even doing her tattoos they're ADORABLE oh oh goodness. Could you write about how it would go? The process and all , it could be a headcanons or anything else!!!

Yeah i was crying when I saw Isha dressed as a little jinx bro 😭 BRIG ME BACK MY GIRLS BRO I did a scenario but it prob sucks cause I haven’t in a while but eh, thanks for requesting!

Mini-Jinx

You never thought you’d ever be taking care of a child, especially a mute child from the Undercity who clung to your girlfriend in the face of death.

And one that just so happened to never wanna leave your side, always having a finger looped onto your belt or gripping onto you.

Isha idolized you and Jinx since the moment you two saved her from those three goons, and you didn’t know why.

But ever since she started following you two and Sevika…

It’s like she just…fit.

She did wonders for your girlfriend, and you would sit back on the little pillow fort and watch them dance and see someone you never thought you’d ever see again.

Powder.

Isha was to thank for that, but she wanted to be like the two of you so badly she’d begged for dyed hair of your hair colors, tattoos or piercings.

Though the piercings were a no go, and so were permanent tattoos, Jinx had…other ways of persuading you.

“If I’d known you were ticklish I’d have said no.” Jinx said, playfully serious as you held Isha between your legs and colored blue clouds that replicated Jinx’s onto the girls back.

Isha laughed at the feeling, trying to squirm away naturally from the cold and ticklish tips of the colorful crayons.

“And…there! How ya like em, kid?” Jinx said, looking over her work on Ishas skin with a smile, as did the little girl.

Isha had a habit of dressing like the two of you, a mixture of the two she idolized.

Isha looked down at her arm, taking a second to admire as her lips parted and she made little sounds of awe.

She then looked up at Jinx, then over her shoulder at you, before grabbing Jinx in a hug and falling back into your chest.

You made a little “oof!” Sound of surprise, before smiling at the sight of your girlfriend so shocked at the hug.

Jinx sat, in the arms of a six year old child, stunned for a moment.

It was like she never got used to be unconditional love Isha so willingly gave her, and you.

Jinx peeked at you for a moment from beside the girls head, and you met her eyes with a little smile.

She slowly settled her hands on Isha’s back, hugging her back as you circled your arms around the two while the moment called for it.

Isha couldn’t have been more elated.

She’d found people that loved her and protected her till the end, and wanted nothing more than to be like you two.

Then came time for the hair.

“Isha! Stop squirming.” You giggled at the little girls excitement, some of the dye getting into your clothes and your own hair as Jinx simply laughed at it.

“Mh-mh!” Isha said defiantly, shaking her head with a laugh as she faced away from the mirror you and Jinx had put her in front of on the stool.

“You’re gonna look so cool kid- well, you’re gonna look like me. I’m pretty cool, aren’t I?”

Jinx said, a small little mix of a smirk and a smile on her lips as she leaned down in Isha’s face and emphasized it with gently wiggling Isha’s nose between her fingers.

Isha nodded in confirmation, looking from Jinx to you with her gapped tooth smile. She grabbed your wrist, a little smile shared between the both of you.

Isha wanted you to know she thought you were just as cool as she thought Jinx was.

You shook your head with a little smile, brushing dye on the girls cheek as she squirmed back, bumping into Jinx’s hip as she laughed.

“Gonna be cooler than me and Jinx, aren’t ya?” You asked, wiggling the girls ear as she gave another bashful smile, and you loved seeing the little tooth gap between her teeth.

Little bits and pieces of Powder you couldn’t deny embedded themselves into the girl. Maybe that’s why it was so easy to love her. Or maybe it was just that.

Because she was Isha.

“Ugh- Isha! You’re getting it on me!” Jinx complained once it was time for the shower and to rinse out her hair.

You laughed at how Isha purposely moved her hair to smack against Jinx’s side, painting it the color of Jinx’s hair with some of yours mixed in.

Isha kept letting out laughs and noises of joy, even as it was time for you to wring out her hair with a towel and make it all puff out.

Isha tried puffing her hair down, squirming as she was made to sit between Jinx’s legs as she brushed out her hair. The little girl had a sensitive and tender headed scalp, so she hated this part.

She kept trying to squirm back to you and away from the brush, but you were to busy putting the little twin braids in the back of her hair from already brushed out pieces.

“Cmon Isha, not sooo bad.” Jinx dragged out, laughing as the little girl huffed in her lap when Jinx accidentally tugged at a knot.

Jinx just grinned, and couldn’t help but look at you beside her.

You couldn’t help but return the grin, tooling over your beloveds face before leaning to press a small kiss against her lips.

Jinx hummed, stopping her movements with the brush as she leaned into the kiss.

For what felt like an eternity of bliss for you, it was two seconds of torture for Isha. She rolled out her tongue in disgust, waving her hands at you and pushing your faces away from each other.

“Hey!” Jinx protested, giving a frown but she knew it wouldn’t last long as she looked at Isha. The mute girl gave a little shrug, pushing the hair ties into your palms.

You giggled at that, and with one last look at jinx, went back to braiding.

It wasn’t long before Isha was done, and sprinting happily to Jinx’s work desk and waiting for you two to reveal the work to her on top of her head.

You watched with Jinx for a moment, waiting before Jinx looked at you with a funny look. You laughed.

“You’re the one who bet her.” You said, giving a look that said “I told you so” to your girlfriend. Jinx rolled her eyes at you, waving her hand.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, toots.” She said playfully before pecking your cheek, getting up to walk over and meet Isha who jumped in place on the back of her heels.

You watched with a smile the whole time as Jinx covered her eyes, and revealed her work.

The smile on Isha and Jinx’s face made everything worth it. Everything that went wrong, everything that went right, everything in your life.

You never wanted to leave this moment.

You wish it lasted longer.

You wish your peace with the two girls lasted longer, before it was taken…before she was taken…

[thehauntedetheral]

Yan Tribe X Reader

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• You were a camera woman for discovery channel. You loved your job. After all you get to travel world with your crew, see and explore the most interesting wonders, and get paid to shoot all of that in camera. What more can you ask for? Yeah your love life sucked because you were never at a one place for long. But who cares? You have your camera and your passion.

• Your crew has been assigned to shoot a new show by channel which is showing and telling people about the tribal life and community of an x forest. You were excited.

• You shooted and captured all the things about the tribal community. The people were friendly once they warmed up to your team. They showed and told you everything about their community, about forest, their lifestyle through a member of yours who knew their language and translated everything.

• You got to know about many tribal traditions, rituals, festive, their beliefs, their worships, hunting, farming style but what caught your attention was a certain tall, muscular young tribe man.

• He would always be with your crew even if he is not needed. You were shooting a particular episode on the womens in tribe? He was still there silently just observing you all especially you in a way you didn't notice.

• Your crew tried fishing for some fun in break time. And as usual your clumsy self would trip and ruin everything embarassing yourself. He would later leave a basket full of fish for you silently.

• You noticed that he was kinda good looking. Okay not kinda but a lot good looking with his huge built, dark black tribal tattoos covering his tan arms and chest, his sharp bone jewellery giving all Tarzan vibes with his long black hair tied in half bun that many women in community wished to be his mate. Also because he was a excellent hunter.

• You once told someone in community casually that you wished to taste raw natural honey from honeycombs like other tribals but were scared due to honeybees and he heard it. Well next day he gives you a huge piece of honeycomb anonymously ,freshly teared by him even though it caused him serval stinks from honey bee because this was not the season to collect honey but he would do anything for you.

• Their community had a practice where once in a year men would wear their best dresses, jewellery trying to impress womens and get their attention. This was a special episode that you weren't shooting but the other cameraman was doing because you were on the other side of forest with a few crew members shooting some shots of forest for another episode as your time of departure were close and you have to finish your work fast.

• You finished your shots. And walked a bit around the forest a little more to explore while your fellow mates moved back to see the celebration.

• You saw yan tribe sitting all alone under a tree. You felt sad seeing him all alone like this instead of being in the celebration with others. Well might be the women whose attention he is trying to grab chose someone else in competition you thought.

You tried to console him by speaking in your broken fluency in their tribe language which you have learned by staying with them for months. You were scared that you might have said something offensive to him unconsciously due to the language barrier because his expressions didn't change but became serious.

He only looked up at you and held your hand in his and said "MATE". You knew your speaking and listening skills towards his language were below average but you were 101% sure what mate word that he said means. And that scared you to dead because seeing his big strong hand holding your fragile one tightly made it clear that he is not going to let you leave at any cost.

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