#smoker the white hunter imagine

[gatorbites-imagines]

Mr.Gator do you write for Smoker? if you do then can you write a sfw or nsfw headcanon for him please?

Smoker SFW headcanons

Guten tag everybody. Writers block is still breathing down my neck, mixed with graduation prep. I’ve also been spending what little free time I have playing Yakuza Infinite wealth, but I wanted to write smth to post for you guys, so Smoker headcanons it is.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I like to think that hes on the downlow affectionate side. He wouldn’t be too into PDA or showing it strongly in public, but you never doubt that he loves you. He would be more affectionate in private, and shows it a lot through physical affection, like holding you or cuddling you. His favorite is probably pulling you into his lap when he’s working on paperwork, or holding you against his chest in bed.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Hes probably kind of a blunt best friend, but he will have your back and be your strongest supporter if you aren’t doing anything wrong. Gives the vibe that he would also get offended on your behalf. If you have an enemy? They are now his enemy, and they have eternal beef. Friendship would probably start because you are in the same circles, or it’s something that has existed since you guys were kids.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I like to think he secretly like cuddling quite a lot, hes just not very verbal about it, and would only do it in private when you guys are safe and comfortable. Likes holding you for the most part, keep you nice and close to his chest and tucked under his chin. But he has moment where he wants to be the one to be held, and melts when you run your fingers through his hair.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He probably wants to do it someday, especially if he’s in a stable healthy relationship. Hes average at cooking but would be great at cleaning thanks to all the experience from the marines.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Another time I think hes blunt, why draw it out and hurt the both of you more than he has too.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Smoker would take a while to propose, but he would enjoy the thought of marriage one day. Hes got some trust issues though, so it’ll take some time before he pops the question.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He comes across as cold and blunt to most people, but Smoker would probably be quite gentle with his lover thanks to his size and strength. But if you are as strong as him or stronger he’s less worried about hurting you on accident. Smoker would probably also be more emotionally aware than most people give him credit for.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I don’t think he hates or loves hugs. Its nice to get a hug from you, especially when he hasn’t seen you in a while, but he doesn’t yearn for it like other people do. His hugs can be a lot if you are smaller than him, since hes stature is so big and broad and he just kinda wraps all around you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You most likely say it first, since Smoker has some doubts about moving too fast or somehow making it awkward. He also doesn’t say it too much, saving it for when it has meaning.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I could see Smoker get jealous to a certain degree, and he might even start fights, but that would mainly be if the person flirting with you makes you uncomfortable. Definingly uses his whole marine status to chase off the people who flirt with you, I could also see him sneakily getting you to wear his clothes or something like that if he’s feeling jealous.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

I think most of Smokers kisses are chaste and a bit dry, and all his kisses taste like cigars and smoke. Of course, he also gives deeper more emotional kisses, but for the most part he keeps it short but no less loving. He kisses you on the forehead a lot, especially if you are shorter than him, also has a thing for kissing the back of your hand. He loves when you kiss his chin or cheek.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I imagine hes very careful around kids because of his size and strength, and he tries not to be too scary of off-putting, since he doesn’t wanna scare them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Hes been in the marines for who knows how long, so he probably wakes up early and wide awake and goes through his morning routine with practiced ease. Smoker wakes up earlier than you most days, but he always gives you a kiss on the forehead before he goes on with what he needs to do.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Smoker would have a lot of work so he would go to bed late most nights, but he always tries to make it in time so you two can cuddle for a bit and talk about your days. You always have to reminds him to put out his cigar or even pluck it from his lips, so he doesn’t get it all over the bed.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It would take Smoker a long time to start opening up about himself, mostly because hes a cautious person and since he doesn’t think its stuff worth sharing. But after you guys are in a secure happy relationship, he would open up little by little.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Depends on the situation. In everyday life hes got more patience than on the battlefield. He would do his very best to never get angry at you though.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Smoker remembers most details about you, his marine training put to good use if you ask him.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moments are probably just the ones where it’s the two of you spending free time together, or when he’s got time off from the marines and you two can go on a holiday. If you guys get married one of his favorite memories would be the wedding and the honeymoon.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Smoker is a pretty protective guy, since hes who he is would result in a lot of enemies. If you don’t have any training, he would teach you self defense and different ways to protect yourself. He would be flattered but also worried if you went out of your way to protect him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

When he has the time off to do so I imagine Smoker likes to put a good amount of effort into special days, like personalized dates or a day in. But it isn’t every time he has the time to do so, but he still tries to show he cares.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Definitely his smoking and how locked in he can be on a goal. If you have a problem with chain smokers you wouldn’t even be dating him in the first place. He gets so taken with a task like catching certain pirates and whatnot that he would forget about dates and whatnot that he had with you.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn’t care too much about his appearance I think, but he does try to look good for you every now and then. If he finds out you like one look on him, Smoker would go out of his way to do it more.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Depends on how long the relationship has been going on and how close you are. But if it’s a deep relationship, then yes, he would feel incomplete without you, but it just makes him work harder to get home to you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Gives the vibes of a guy that can knit and crochet. Most likely learned it to have something to during long periods of time at sea. I don’t think he would like coffee all that much.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Pirates, obviously. But also hates those that go against his morals, which aren’t the same morals the other marines carry. This also means he probably wouldn’t have a partner who’s a former pirate, since a pirate is always a pirate to him, unless you guys have some kind of bond from before you became a pirate, and he became a marine.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Doesn’t sleep as much as he should, since he’s always got something going on. Best bet is to pull him to bed. A habit of his is that he always somehow ends up being the little spoon at the end of the night. Probably also puffs out air in his sleep as if he’s still smoking his cigars.

[grandline-fics]

Shifting Focus

DESCRIPTION: The moment they began to see you differently

WARNINGS: None

CHARACTERS: Shanks, Kid, Smoker | Sanji, Law

WORDS: 2,850

A/N: Another part of this in honour of reaching 500 followers. This was my first time writing for Smoker so here's hoping you all enjoy!

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST

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SHANKS

Everyone knew Shanks was a flirt, a laidback charmer who always had a smile and a wink at the ready for the next pretty face he came across. No-one was meant to really take it seriously, to see anything that happened to be more than what it was, a fleeting moment of enjoyment for both sides. Serious feelings never truly came into play, it was easier that way given that he was always on the move. To let anyone believe he was the settling down type would have been cruel and he didn’t find any enjoyment in hurting people needlessly, unless they were his enemy of course. Everyone in the crew were more than used to his mannerisms, yourself included. You could understand his worldview on the matter however you never entertained him when he chose to flirt with you. Something that he finally started to notice and when he did, he couldn’t let it go. 

“Do I repulse you?” He asked suddenly one evening causing you to choke on your coffee. Your body tensed and you forced the liquid down your throat, wincing at the painful burn it caused and sharp tightness in your throat. You’d needed it to stay awake for your night shift but after that, you set the mostly untouched mug aside. Looking to your side you saw your captain staring at you intently, a small pout playing at his lips making you believe he was picking his words carefully to seem like he was keeping the conversation light. However underneath the joking you could tell there was a real question there. 

“If you repulsed me Cap, I wouldn’t have joined your crew, now would I?” You answered, looking back down to the sea chart in your hands, needing to keep track of any notable features coming into view. “What is it you really want to ask me?”

“I’ve noticed something about you.” Shanks began, scowling when you looked away from him to continue your work. You were always so task-oriented and levelheaded that even when you were joking with another member of the crew, you were still focused on what was needed to be done. Finally you looked up at Shanks again, eyebrows raised slightly to invite him to keep talking. “You don’t flirt back.” 

For a moment you had to think about what Shanks was getting at but finally you let out a laugh and lightly rolled your eyes. So he was in that kind of mood today. For a moment he almost had you by making you believe he was asking you a semi-serious question. Still smiling in amusement you shook your head and turned to go inside when a wind started to pick up. If you lost the charts in your hand it wouldn’t have been good. What you weren’t expecting was Shanks to follow you, with a sigh you settled down at your desk and sat back to stare at your captain who clearly wasn’t finished with this joke and you weren’t going to get any peace until you indulged him. “Am I being reprimanded for my lack of flirtation towards you, Cap? I’m surprised it’s affected you so much given how you’re never without company.”

“You flirt with the others on board.” Shanks pointed out, not really knowing why it was getting to him so much. Ever since he’d realised you’d joke around and tease the others on board but not him, it just kept gnawing at him. Shanks knew he shouldn’t get so irritated by it all but he just couldn’t help himself. He stepped closer until he was leaning of the edge of your desk, staring down at your calm expression. “So why not me?”

“I flirt with the others because it’s not serious and they know that.” You shrugged lightly, leaning back to regard your captain, a smile slowly pulling at your lips. “You, however are a different story, Cap.” With a breathy sigh you rose from your seat and Shanks’ earlier position meant you were now standing mere inches away from him, not quite touching but close enough for the warmth of your body to radiate into his. “If I gave in and flirted with you…I don’t think I’d be able to stop it as just a joke. I don’t have the same self-control that you do.” You murmured, tilting your head up slightly so your breath could softly dance against his skin. Satisfied that that should be enough for your Captain’s need for the joke to end you took a step back and grinned before sitting down at your desk. 

With your presence no longer engulfing his, Shanks blinked and immediately wanted more. More of that rush, that spark, more of you. However fate had other plans when Lucky Roux called for him and he had to do his duties as the Captain. Sharply letting out a huff of annoyance, Shanks reluctantly left your side to head onto the deck. When he reached the doorway, he couldn’t help but look over his shoulder and see your attention already drawn back to your work. Yeah, this was far from over.  

KID

There was never a dull moment on the Victoria Punk. Even on the calm days at sea, the heavy steps of the Captain and the usual tone of conversation was carried at a volume louder than some other ships were used to. But that was what you liked about it. It was only when the ship was deathly quiet outside of sleeping hours that any of you felt the need to worry. The seas were calm and laughter surrounded you all as you sat in the living quarters with plenty of drink to see you all through to morning if you wanted. 

Currently you were all playing a game with the bounty posters you’d all seemed to collect. It was a simple enough form of ‘Kiss, Marry, Kill’ by selecting three posters from the pile however each person that had to answer ended up getting drawn into a fierce debate about their answers. If you didn’t want to answer on your turn however, you had to drink. It was an empty punishment since all of you were drinking happily regardless. 

“Look I stand by my answer okay?!” Wire shouted, unable to keep the grin from his face knowing the argument was in good spirits. “I had the worst draw out of them all so far, you guys have been getting it easy.”

“Just hurry up and pick my three okay?” You grinned, sitting up from your lounged position to get a better look for your turn. Wire reached over to the pile of posters lying face down on the table and picked three at random, slowly flipping them over to reveal Blackbeard, Franky, and Bartolomelo. Grinning you sat back down into your previous position. “Kiss Bartolomelo, Marry Franky, Kill Blackbeard. Easy.”

“Not that I’d argue with the decisions, you just made up your mind so quickly…” Killer noted, a grin in his voice as his face remained hidden by his mask. You rolled your eyes and grinned. 

“Nothing to think about, Blackbeard is…ugh” you suppressed a shudder at the mere thought of the Emperor. “Franky is dependable and skilled, and fun from what we saw when we allied with them so marrying him wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

“You didn’t think about Bartolomelo as marriage material?” Kid asked with a grin and you laughed up at your Captain who you’d been leaning against for a majority of the night. 

“No way, he’s a major Strawhat fanboy. I’d be competing against that entire crew for his attention, sadly we just weren’t meant to be.”

“Yeah, you’re real heartbroken about it I see.” Kid laughed along with you and the others. The game continued for another while, some of the crew stopping from being too drunk to stay awake while others began to head for their quarters. Those remaining all agreed this would be the last round and it meant you were to deal out three posters for Kid. 

You were still far too comfortable lounging against your Captain so you quickly reached over, fumbling you flipped over the first three you could get your hands on and flopped back before even seeing who he had to choose from. From the sound of the stifled laughter you could tell his options were going to be good. With an anticipated grin you turned on your side and pushed yourself up with your elbow only to become surprised to see your bounty on the table along with Buggy the Clown and Nico Robin. You couldn’t help but become curious about what your Captain would pick about you although you supposed as long as he didn’t pick you to kill it was all fine, it was just a game after all. 

Kid suddenly felt tense and couldn’t help but look away from your printed face to the physical version of you. The you he suddenly became all too aware of. You’d been part of the crew forever and he’d never needed to see you as anything other than a valued member like the others. What if he said something that made you uncomfortable. But if he didn’t play then you could misread that too and make things worse. Fuck, why was he overthinking this? He had to finish the game and hope nothing more was said about it. “Kill the clown and kiss Robin.” He muttered quickly before looking away and draining the last of the alcohol in his mug. 

“Aww you wanna marry me?” You cooed, the smile growing wider on your face. With everyone satisfied with a good ending to the game, the crew began to clear up their drinks and the bounty posters and move to turn in for the night. You got up with a groan and stretched out your arms, finally feeling the need to rest too. With a yawn you turned to Kid who was still sitting and smiled softly. “Not heading to bed, Kid?”

“Yeah, heading soon.” He grumbled lost in his own thoughts that were now occurring to him and you tilted your head, a frown falling on your lips. Quickly Kid realised you were going to worry and he recovered enough to smirk at you. “We need our rest, right? We’ve got a wedding to plan huh?” He forced the joke out, relieved to see you laugh and leave while wishing the rest in the room goodnight. When you were gone, Kid glared at Killer who was sitting far too relaxed for his liking. “When did you add their bounty to the pile, Kil?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about and you have no way of proving it.” 

SMOKER

“Vice Admiral?” You paused in the middle of the G-5 Base corridor when you spotted the base commander leaning against the wall with his office just a few feet away. At the sound of your call he made no sign that he’d heard you. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for someone of his rank to get lost in thought especially if there were certain higher ups breathing down their neck or certain pirates occupying their minds. Adjusting the documents in your hands you approached the base commander. “Vice Admiral Smoker?” You asked again and moved to lightly touch his arm to get his attention. 

At the same time, Smoker turned sharply and knocked into your hand causing you to drop your files in surprise. As the papers fluttered to the floor you kept your gaze on Smoker, concern growing in your eyes. His usual steely gaze seemed to have dimmed and you noticed the small tremor in his otherwise imposing frame. As one of the base’s medical staff your critical, scrutinising stare was pinpointing all that stood out to you. Since you were dealing with the commander himself, you felt you had to be somewhat nicer and couldn’t just order him to rest. “Are you sick?” You asked and immediately his stare sharpened at the implication. 

“I’m fine.” Smoker’s answer was gruff as to be expected but you could hear the slight shake that could have been missed had you not been listening out for it. When he saw you weren’t fooled he finally took a proper look at you and through his mind that was getting foggier by the second he managed to recognise who you were and what department you worked for on the base. Inwardly he cursed his bad luck. He’d been trying to get to the safety of his office but a dizzy spell hit him hard and he had to stop to catch his breath just mere seconds before you’d approached him. Smoker didn’t want to be babied, getting sick was a rarity for him. He just wanted to get to his room and sit there in peace until he felt a little better. No one else had noticed his state all day, why did he get cursed with bad luck like this at the final moment? He just needed to get rid of you before you tried to take a closer look at him. “Aren’t you going to pick up your documents?”

“Well since you're not sick and are partly responsible for me dropping them. You can surely help me lift them, right Vice Admiral?” Your question was so sweet and innocent but still Smoker glared at the challenge in your eyes. In any of his previous interactions with you, you’d seemed so reserved and quiet but now he could see another side to you. With a grunt, Smoker lowered himself to the floor, trying to fight the wave of dizziness and aches rolling down his body. Mentally he cursed you as you smoothly crouched down and started collecting sheets at a pace far faster than he was able to. When Smoker was focused on the task you’d given him, you struck. Your hand touched his forehead before he could react and you scowled at the man in disapproval. “You’re burning up with a fever. You’re going to your room and resting.” 

Your order left no room for disagreement and before Smoker’s mind could truly catch up, he found himself walking into his room with you. When he was lying on his bed you set about gathering what was needed to help his fever and aches before making yourself comfortable at his desk to fix the scattered documents into their right files again. From the small layer of dust gathering on the surface you could tell Smoker didn’t use it much, being a man of action over paperwork. “You don’t need to stay, I’m fine.” Smoker grumbled. 

“The second I leave, you’ll rest for an hour at most and call yourself cured. I’m not leaving until I’m happy you’re actually fine.”

“An hour is all I need.”

“Didn’t know you had a medical degree.” You noted dryly. “Do I call you Doctor Vice Admiral Smoker or Vice Admiral Doctor Smoker?” It surprised you when Smoker’s deep laugh rumbled through the air and a small smile graced your lips at the sound. Perhaps he should laugh more, it was a nice sound and it would help make him more approachable to some people. 

“You can call me whatever you want.” Smoker mumbled, it wasn’t often people stood up to him like this and he had to admit it was refreshing to see. Unable to fight it, Smoker yawned as his body was beginning to give in to its need for rest. When you heard the telltale signs of him falling asleep you let out a sigh of relief that the medicine you’d given him was started to take effect. 

In the early hours of the morning, Smoker stirred at the soft feeling of fingers lightly running through his hair. It was a comforting feeling and still under the haze of sleep that hadn’t fully left him, his mind hadn’t properly caught up so he let himself relax into the feeling. Reaching up he curled his fingers around your wrist holding your hand in place as his eyes slowly opened and met your face. 

“Your fever’s finally regulated.” You informed him gently, keeping mindful of the time and not wanting to speak too loudly. “If you promise to drink more fluids and stay in bed until at least late morning I can leave.”

“I promise, thanks Doc.” Smoker mumbled with a half-smile, stifling a small yawn and letting his eyes fall closed again but when he didn’t hear you leave he opened his eyes again to see you still standing there. “Problem?”

“Um, kinda need my hand back…or did you want me to stay?” you laughed softly, trying to hold back the grin when Smoker tensed and quickly let go of your wrist, allowing you to leave. “Remember your promise.” You reminded him as you left, smiling to yourself as you left to your room with the memory of Smoker’s blushing, embarrassed expression fresh in your mind. You had to admit it was pretty cute to see. 

[thebunnednun]

My Medic! Smoker x Nurse! Reader

Request:

THIS BIG MAN NEEDS SOME LOVE!!! Smoker x Nurse!reader. After a battle, Smoker gets injured and goes to the Marine infirmary and the reader [his crush] takes care of him HJSHSHSH I LOVE HIM!!!!

@sosongstrawberry You ask and you shall receive!

I swear this man smokes at least 15 packs a day.

On with the show!!~

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Smoker trudged into the Marine infirmary, his usual confidence tempered by the pain radiating from a deep gash on his side. The battle had been fierce, but the Marines had emerged victorious. However, victory came with its own set of costs. Smoker, ever the stoic, had refused immediate attention until he was sure his men were safe and accounted for.

The sterile smell of antiseptic filled his senses as he entered, the bright lights causing him to squint slightly. He growled in discomfort, muttering to himself about how much he hated hospitals. But when he saw you, the nurse he had a secret admiration for, his annoyance turned into a mix of awkwardness and hidden delight.

You were busy tending to another patient when you noticed him. Dressed in a crisp, white uniform with a light blue apron and matching cap, you looked both professional and adorably cute. Your eyes widened in concern when you saw the blood-soaked bandage wrapped around his torso.

"Commander Smoker! Why didn’t you come sooner? You should have been treated immediately!" you scolded gently, guiding him to an empty bed.

"I’m fine," he grumbled, though he didn't resist your touch. "Just take care of the others first."

You shook your head, your hands already moving to unwrap the makeshift bandage. "Everyone else is stable. Now, hold still."

Smoker winced as you carefully peeled away the blood-soaked cloth, revealing the deep cut. You could feel his eyes on you as you worked, and it made your heart race a little faster. Despite his gruff exterior, you knew he had a kind heart, and the idea of him being in pain bothered you more than you wanted to admit.

"This is pretty deep," you murmured, more to yourself than to him. "You’re lucky it didn’t hit anything vital."

He grunted in response, his eyes fixed on your concentrated expression. "I've been through worse."

You glanced up, catching his gaze for a moment. "Doesn’t mean you should neglect yourself."

There was a brief, almost awkward silence as you cleaned the wound. The tension between you two was palpable, though neither of you dared to address it directly. As you worked, Smoker found himself relaxing under your care, the pain becoming more bearable.

"How do you do it?" he asked suddenly, his voice softer than usual.

"Do what?" you replied, not looking up from your work.

"Stay so calm and composed, even with all this chaos around."

You paused for a moment, considering your answer. "I guess... it’s because I care. I want to help people, make sure they’re okay. It’s why I became a nurse."

Smoker nodded slowly, a small, rare smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You’re good at it. Really good."

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words. "Thank you, Smoker. That means a lot coming from you."

The rest of the procedure went smoothly, the two of you sharing occasional glances and small smiles. Once the wound was stitched and bandaged, you stepped back to admire your handiwork.

"All done," you said, your voice tinged with relief. "Try to take it easy for a while, okay?"

He nodded, but as he stood to leave, he hesitated. You noticed his ever-present cigars and frowned slightly.

"Smoker, you need to stop smoking, especially while you’re healing. It’s not good for you," you said firmly, yet sweetly.

He looked taken aback for a moment, then chuckled. "I’ll... try."

You smiled warmly, your heart fluttering. "Good. And if you need anything, anything at all, just let me know. I’m here to help."

Smoker nodded again, feeling an unfamiliar warmth in his chest. "Thank you. Really."

As the days passed, Smoker found himself looking forward to his check-ups, not just for the medical attention but for the chance to see you. Your tough yet sweet demeanor was a refreshing change, and he found himself falling for you more with each interaction.

By the end of his stay, Smoker was fully healed, and though he was eager to get back to his duties, he felt a pang of reluctance at leaving you. On the day of his discharge, he walked into the infirmary with a small bouquet of flowers in hand, a rare, almost shy smile on his face.

"These are for you," he said, holding out the flowers. "To thank you for everything."

You took the flowers, blushing slightly. "Thank you, Smoker. They’re beautiful."

He cleared his throat, his usual gruffness returning for a moment. "And, um, I was wondering... would you like to go out sometime? Maybe dinner?"

Your eyes widened in surprise, then softened with affection. "I’d love to."

Smoker’s smile widened, a genuine, heartfelt expression. "Great. I’ll see you tonight, then."

As he walked out of the infirmary, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and hope. Maybe, just maybe, this big, strong man needed more than just medical attention. Maybe he needed someone to care for him, someone like you.

And as for Smoker, he realized that perhaps letting someone in wasn’t as terrifying as he thought, especially if that someone was you.

Bonus!-------------

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden hue over the bustling streets of the town. Smoker adjusted his coat nervously as he approached the quaint café where he was meeting you. The place was known for its cozy atmosphere and delicious pastries, making it the perfect spot for a first date.

As he stepped inside, the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods greeted him, along with the soft hum of conversation. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on you, sitting by the window.

You looked adorable in a light pink dress with delicate lace trim, a small white cardigan draped over your shoulders. Your hair was styled simply but elegantly, and you wore a sweet, nervous smile as you spotted him.

"Hi, Smoker," you greeted, standing up to hug him lightly.

"Hey," he replied, a bit gruffly, though his expression softened as he handed you another bouquet of flowers. "These are for you."

Your eyes sparkled with delight as you took the flowers, inhaling their sweet scent. "Thank you, they're beautiful."

He pulled out a chair for you before sitting down himself. The two of you ordered your drinks, and as you waited, the conversation flowed naturally. Smoker found himself relaxing more with each passing minute, your presence soothing his usual tension.

"So," he began, taking a sip of his coffee. "How’s your day been?"

"Busy, but good," you replied, smiling. "Seeing you has definitely been the highlight, though."

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made your heart flutter. "I’m glad to hear that. I was a bit worried you might get tired of seeing me so often."

"Never," you said firmly, your eyes locking with his. "I enjoy our time together."

There was a brief, comfortable silence as you both savored your drinks and the peaceful ambiance of the café. Smoker took a deep breath, feeling a rare sense of calm and happiness. He knew he wanted to make this moment special, to solidify the bond you were forming.

He reached across the table, gently taking your hand in his. "I’ve been thinking a lot about us, about you," he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "And I wanted to ask you something."

You tilted your head slightly, curiosity and anticipation dancing in your eyes. "What is it?"

Smoker’s grip on your hand tightened just a fraction as he mustered his courage. "Would you consider being my personal nurse? If I promise to be your personal soldier, always there to protect you?"

Your heart skipped a beat, your cheeks flushing with a mixture of surprise and joy. "You mean… like us being together?"

He nodded, his gaze intense yet tender. "Yeah. I want you by my side, both on and off duty. I want to take care of you just like you’ve taken care of me."

Tears of happiness welled up in your eyes as you squeezed his hand. "Yes, Smoker. I’d love that."

A rare, genuine smile spread across his face as he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "You’ve made me the happiest man alive," he murmured.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing, and sharing sweet moments, the world outside fading into the background. It was just you and Smoker, wrapped in a bubble of warmth and affection.

As the night came to a close and Smoker walked you back to your quarters, he felt a newfound sense of purpose and contentment. He had found someone who cared for him deeply, someone he wanted to cherish and protect with all his might.

And as for you, you knew you had found a partner who, despite his tough exterior, had a heart of gold. Someone who made you feel safe and loved. Together, you knew you could face anything the world threw at you.

As you stood at your door, Smoker leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender, lingering kiss. "Goodnight, my personal nurse," he whispered.

"Goodnight, my personal soldier," you replied, your voice filled with happiness.

With one last smile, Smoker turned and walked away, already looking forward to the many more moments and memories you would share together.

As Smoker was about to turn the corner, he heard your voice calling out to him from behind.

"Smoker, wait!" you called, your voice tinged with excitement.

He paused, turning back to see you standing at the doorway of your quarters, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Would you like a nightcap? Or... better yet, a check-up?~"

He couldn't help but grin at your suggestion, a surge of warmth flooding through him.

"Why not both?~"

With a shared laugh and a knowing glance, you both ran inside together, the promise of a night filled with laughter, love, and a little healing, waiting just beyond the threshold.

The next morning his cadets couldn't help but notice the ease in their captain's attitude.~

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I hope you enjoyed your request my dear! I took a softer approach to his personality.

To be posted on the ao3 account soon.

Be sure to check out my other works and leave likes and comments, they really help. I have a fic for almost everyone here in the master list. Drop a follow as well if you please. Don’t be shy to leave me a little reblog if you want.

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Seen you soon my loves!!~ <<33

[kayrrhin]

Lipstick stains and nicotine

characters: Crocodile, Corazon, Smoker, Benn Beckman

One piece daddies x gn reader

Warnings: use of nicotine by both the characters and reader, swear word (use of fuck once)

(not proofread because my friend was making diner lmao)

Crocodile:

"Are you done yet?"

The warlord asked while being covered in kisses and mostly lipstick

"Hmm, no!"

You kissed him again, you couldn't really tell if he was annoyed or flustered by the attention

"Darling, may I ask what you are up too with all this display of attention?"

He asked, kissing your forehead

"Just felt like it actually, plus lipstick stains look good on you"

You smiled proudly at the pattern covering his face, he did look good with those.

He chuckled at the way you looked at his face,"I see"

He pulled out a cigar and pulled it to his lips, lighting it quickly and taking a long drag

"I could be getting used to this, as long as it stays between closed doors, of course. I still have an image to hold, darling"

He looked at you and smiled, blowing the smoke directly in your face

"Yeah, I do know that, dear"

You stole the cigar for a moment, taking a drag as well and smiling at him, you kissed him again and place the cigar between his lips again

"I wouldn't want anyone else to see this sight anyway"

Corazon :

"L-love, please"

Your lover exclaimed with a flush covering his whole cheeks as you were peppering his face with kisses

"Please what, darling?"

It had been quite a few minutes since you started kissing his whole face, he was now covered in lipstick marks and you probably guessed he wanted a little break to breath

"Let me breath a little, don't get the wrong idea, I like your affection but please, just a little break, honey"

You giggled and pulled back a little, still sitting on his lap, you were admiring your job and lighting your cigarette, taking a long drag, Rosi took your cigarette and placed it between in his lips

"I don't know why but I have a feeling it's from my pack"

He took a drag

"Ooh nice feeling you got, it is in fact right"

Your lover chuckled and placed a kiss on your nose

"Look who has lipstick on them now"

"I still have less than you, big boy"

You both laughed, but a weird smell tickled your nostrils

"Rosi! The blanket!"

"FUCK—"

Smoker:

"Love, can you please stop—"

Your lover complained while being kissed

"Come on, just a little bit more, I like seeing you flustered, Darling"

You said, kissing him again, you could see his face becoming redder as time passed. Who could imagine Smoker, a vice-admiral, being so easily messed up by mere kisses?

Even for the man was tough, he was also quite shy concerning anything remotely related to affection, is being kissed like that has been quite difficult for the heart of the White Hunter.

"[Name], please, if you do give me a break I'll.... cuddle...later", he said suite embarrassed by his own words

"Oh that's a nice deal, okay!"

You let the man go, still looking at the work of art you just did and smirked at his lipstick covered face

"What are you smiling at?"

He said, lighting his cigars

"Just looking at my work, [lipstick colour] really does suit you!"

He looked quite surprised and looked away while taking a drag,

"You're just making fun of me aren't you"

You gently kissed his cheek while stealing one of his cigars

"No, I'm just being honest, can't I just appreciate my man's beauty?"

You stole a drag and blew the smoke in his face resulting in him looking unimpressed at you

"You have your own cigars, don't steal mine, love"

He said getting his cigar back

"How grumpy can you be, darling"

You chuckled while your lover just looked at you a little embarrassed

Benn Beckman:

"Darling, are you enjoying yourself?"

Benn asked before chuckling at you unstoppable kisses

"Of course! It's quite enjoyable to cover your lover with lipstick marks! "

You said smiling, pulling back only to look at Benn's face, quite proud of the marks left on him

"I like your knew look, dear"

You giggled, he grabbed you by your waist and kissed you

"If you say so it might be true then, I just hope Shanks doesn't see me like this or he'll never live it down"

You both laughed a bit, knowing damn well he'd probably even found a way to share it with the whole world, Benn took out a cigarette and place it between your lips

"I'd guess you'd want to have a few drags"

He searched for his lighter in his pocket

"You guessed right, love"

He lit it up and you took a long drag

"I still don't like your tobacco tho"

You cringed a little only for your lover to chuckle

"Your fault for not getting your own ones"

He took the cigarette back and kissed your forehead before placing it between his lips

[the-fluff-piece]

Catching Smoke

A long Smoker romance fanfic where he gets to be the strong, grumpy, hot marine we know and love, falling for his capable sexy secretary(you!) that keeps him functional and saves his ass about as many times as he saves yours.

It's a secret enemies to lovers slowburn longfic that I will try to update every Sunday. Comment below to be tagged with every update!

Part 1 - where you land in the marine base g-5 and meet Smoker for the first time!

The last thing you saw was a giant paw, then you flew in this strange way for three days - and things went black.

When you woke up again, you were in some kind of hospital, but all the other beds were empty. Your head was aching and spinning, but you had to get up, get back to your friends, help them against the marines. You needed to get back to sabaody.

You limbed to the only door you could see and opened it, daylight blinded your sensitive eyes and sent a bolt of pain through your head. Blinking, you tried to get some orientation - and saw marines, lots of them. They ignored you for the most part, only a few especially ragged looking specimen wandered towards you with lopsided grins.

"Sleeping beauty woke up! Hey dove, wanna have a good time with me?" A mean looking soldier said in the grimiest voice imaginable. He had long, brown hair and wore his uniform a bit more lose than the others. He would have been handsome if not for the disgusting expression on his face.

"Fuck off!" Was your only comment as you moved, painfully slowly, in the opposite direction, down a corridor. Even you could handle a few of those conscripted losers. You were half sure. Were was your weapon?

"What was that?" the soldier grunted behind you.

"Kitten has claws" commented another one.

"We will show you what it means to-" the first one added, but was cut short by a female voice.

"Ah, there you are miss! Sorry, may I pass?" A woman with a sword approached. Her black hair was cut short. She squinted and studied your face - you didn't know her. You hoped she didn't recognize you - you may not have a wanted poster, yet, but after being involved in that kind of shit show? You couldn't be sure anymore. She was holding up a stack of papers and seemed to check your face against a picture- fuck!

Panicking, you tried to make out a way to escape before she would throw you into the hellhole named imple down. Would your friends save you? Were they even alive?

"You're an applicant for the position of secretary?" She finally asked, holding up the paper so you could see the picture. It looked nothing like you.

"Uh, sure" you answered.

"Excellent! I am captain Tashigi. Please follow me!" She turned and briskly walked away.

It looked like she was your ticket out of this situation, so you trotted off behind her - shooting the asshole soldiers a deadly glare. You hoped she would lead you around the base and that her obvious bad eyesight would give you plenty of opportunities to escape.

The base was enormous. A labyrinth of hallways, doors and stairways.

Tashigi, you knew that name from your crew mates. She was always partnered with the white hunter, Smoker. Fuck. That one was mean. A logia user that was set on capturing the strawhats. You had to get away before he saw you, he was a not called a hunter for nothing. There was no chance you could escape him.

You tried to assess your position - you were in a marine base, the blind swordswoman thought you were applying for a secretary position. Who ever you would be talking to - they would get you out somehow after the interview was over. Maybe you would have to be shipped to a civilian harbour, from where you could plot your return to sabaody. Your head was killing you, but you didn't have to give them a good performance. Surely this was just with some captain or low ranking service personnel.

Tashigi stopped at a door and knocked. A deep, growling voice answered: "come in".

Tashigi opened the door and you followed - and it took all your willpower not to curse loudly.

In a chair behind a huge wooden desk sat a man with white hair and two cigars in the corner of his mouth - Smoker. His jackett was open and he didn't wear anything underneath, his hands were in dark gloves and folded on top of the desk. He looked annoyed and angry. And, in a scary kind of way, really handsome. His broad build and white hair were unusual, but interesting. Next to him, your crewmates looked like scrawny boys.

You froze and swallowed.

"Commander Smoker, this is another applicant for the position of your secretary!" she informed him, saluting.

"Ah, I thought we saw every one of them! Of course, please, sit!" His demeanor changed somewhat, he now seemed nervous. His eyes widened and he bend a bit, like he wanted to make his enormous body a bit smaller.

You sat down on a ragged chair in front of the desk. Smoker sat down opposite you and Tashigi next to you. Trapped. Fuck.

Gathering all your strenght and acting ability, you managed to plaster a broad smile onto your face and said with the softest, most professional voice you could manage "pleased to meet you, sir!"

He nodded.

"Welcome miss...?" his voice trailed off as he was shifting through the pile of papers on his desk.

"Y/n" you answered. You were now sure that he didn't know your face. It was unlikely he knew your name. He nodded again. The angry expression returned to his face, like it was the default state his face took, whenever there was no other emotion to transport.

He continued digging around the absolute chaos covering his desk, eventually giving up with a sigh.

"I don't have time to coddle you, Miss, so I'll cut to the chase. Can you help me and captain Tashigi with this" he gestured towards the mess of paper on his desk like it was an unsolvable problem, "so that we can do our jobs?"

You were so perplexed - you nodded out of habit. And fear. All your head was filled with were the stories of your crewmates parading through your head. He beat them, all.of them. He beat Luffy. He was smoke. Couldn't be touched.

"Great. You're hired. That's all." He hit the top of the desk with his hands and almost broke it in the process, ripping you out of your panicked thoughts.

"WHAT?" you screeched, shocked.

"Miss?" he seemed confused.

You coughed and tried to calm yourself, you needed to come up with something.

"Oh I am not sure. I'll think about it and call you in a week or so. When is the next ship away from here...?"

Smoker and Tashigi looked at each other.

"Next ship off this base for civilians is in three days. Please Miss..." he seemed a bit overwhelmed, going with his fingers through his white hair "just try it out, Miss. I promise this will be a great opportunity." He seemed to try hard to sound calm and nice. Tashigi added, much to Smoker's annoyance: "all the other candidates ran off. We're really desperate!"

"Tashigi shut up!" He barked at her and she froze.

"Give us three days, Miss. You won't get back sooner anyway. Let me show you around." He stood up. You were still dizzy - and hungry. Your stomach growled. His eyes wandered towards your midsection.

"I'll show you the mess hall. Lunch is on me." Smoker said and already stomped out of the room. You and Tashigi followed, half Jogging, to keep up with his long strides. You were always a little jealous that all the others had bounties and wanted posters except for you - now it came in handy. Big time.

The mess hall was huge, filled with marine soldiers gulping down typical army rations. Not very appetizing, especially after being pampered by one of the best cooks in the world, but food was food.

Every soldier who saw the three of you saluted and greeted Smoker, he seemed well respected among marines. He nodded in response. No one dared to even look at you inappropriatly.

"If you want to, we can go to the captain's mess, food is a bit better there." Smoker said, looking a little puzzled.

"No, here's fine" you answered. Best not to overplay your hand. The food line was moving remarkably quickly and when it was your turn your realized why: there was one meal handed out. Some kind of brownish stew with potatoes. Well.

Smoker, Tashigi and you sat down on a bench at the long tables, right in the middle of the soldiers, it felt quite odd not to be shot at and attacked by those uniform wearing bastards.

Smoker and Tashigi started planning the rest of their day: training, stretegic meetings. Or rather, Smoker was barking at her while she nodded and made the occasional comment.

You tried the food - fortunately, it was quite tasteless. This was no fun, but it filled your stomach. The portion was so huge, you couldn't finish it. Looking around, you started to realise what being a marine really meant - and how massive the organisation really was. All those people, supply chains, organisation. All that material.

"If you don't like the food, we can find a solution!" Smoker said as he saw you laying down your cutlery. Both Smoker and Tashigi seemed concerned.

"No, it's fine" you answered, hearing a sigh of relief from both of them. They were desperate.

"So tell me commander" you tried to sound as business as you possibly could, "you seem to have run out of options for the position, why is that?" You asked, getting interested in the inner workings of the marine.

"Well uhm...we need someone for the paperwork, but this particular base is not so popular." Smoker poked at his food with the fork. "They're good men, but they lack manners. All the office personnel capable of doing administrative jobs has quit." He scowled. "But I assure you that you are under my personal protection, and the rules for soldiers of course don't apply to you. Headquarters is willing to pay a good salary and you will not have to participate in drills or such things." He explained.

You felt a little sorry for those two, they seemed like okay people at least. And you had to get along with them for three days.

"I'll have a look" you said, earning a smile from both.

"And I won't wear a uniform!" you told them, getting a little bold.

"Of course not!" Smoker reinforced his promise not to treat you like a soldier.

The three of you returned to what was clearly Smoker's office again. There was no one to explain the system to you, not even Smoker or Tashigi. They pretty much left you to get an overview by yourself while they trained and drilled their soldiers.

You started to look through the mess of papers, forms and memos. It was quite informative. Since he was commander of the base, the paperwork on his desk included lots of classified information and an excellent insight into the organisation of the marine as a whole. There were memos about the whereabouts of high ranking officers, troop movements, supply shipments, secret news - a whol cornucopia of secrets you could use against them.

This was a gold mine of information. Information that could be useful in the future for a pirate. You sorted and stacked the papers by type and date and just a few hours later, the office looked a lot tidier. You were putting away some uninteresting files in what seemed the proper place when Smoker returned, his jacket flung over his shoulder. He was glistening with sweat and showing off his muscular chest without seeming to notice how appealing he looked. For a short moment, your face must have been a grimace of shock mixed with a sleazy smile. You jumped up, trying not to look at the hot marine soldier in front of you and pushed around some more papers while greeting him nervously "wel-welcome back commander!"

He nodded absent-mindedly and threw himself in a big comfortable leather chair in the corner of his office. He let his arms hang down the sides, sighind deeply. Like he was posing for you, presenting his broad chest with deeps breaths.

He looked around, one of his cigars almost fell out of his mouth as he probably saw the surfaces of the tables for the first time ever.

"I see you already got to work!" He nodded in admiration. "I didn't expect to see order so soon!" Relieved, he leaned back with his arms behind his head, showcasing his chest even more.

"If you continue like this, we will get along excellently. And I will finally be able to do my real job." he leaned back, relaxed and self-content.

Even though he provoked lewd thoughts about licking his torso from the gutter of your mind, it bugged you that he treated you like this thing was already settled.

"You will have to keep order as well, commander. It is your office." you sternly stated, immediately causing his brows to crease again.

"That is not how you talk to me Lad-" he berated you - or tried.

"You have responsibilities here. Act like it." you shut him up, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You knew that you had to win a few powerplays with him to get his respect - and not get trampled under his demands.

He ground his teeth, almost biting one of his cigars in half.

"I am going to let that slide - for now." he begrudgingly said.

"I have put all the communication marked with "urgent" on your desk. That is, all that are still relevant. Some are months old" you pointed to his desk.

He got up and moved to inspect your work, visibly reigning his anger in.

He sat down and started to look at the papers, angrily puffing out clouds of smoke.

"I don't need to know all that crap" he said- and froze. There was a memo about Luffy's involvement at Sabaody - it surely interested him.

It sure as hell was interesting to you. He, and the rest of the crew, were missing. You prayed that they landed on friendly islands and not marine bases. The more meat-headed of your comrades would be in real trouble, otherwise.

You watched as his face derailed into an expression of utter shock.

"STRAW HATS! DEFEATED???" he barked at the paper in his hands.

"FIREFIST ACE - CAPTURED???" He grunted as he got to the Next page.

"AND THE EXECUTION IS IN 2 DAYS?" He sunk back into his chair, exhausted by the news.

"And your attendance is required" you informed him, smugly.

He answered with a puff of smoke and a defeated grunt.

"Well, we still have enough time to get there. I'll leave tomorrow morning"

"If you don't keep order and read the news from headquarters, you'll miss such things" you rubbed his shortcoming into his face. Powerplay - won!

"Dismissed." Smokers brown eyes glared at you as he barked the order.

He knew he had lost, you were sure of it.

You trotted out with a spring in your step, getting greeted by Tashigi, that proceeded to show you to your room.

Smoker

Smoker slumped into his chair after he ordered his new secretary out. Compared to him, she was small. No doubt she had never been in a real fight. But she stood before him and didn't flinch. She had spunk. It was hard to admit it, but as he excelled as a soldier and a hunter for pirate bounties, he was lost amidst all this bureaucracy, rules and politics.

And it was time to admit that if he wanted to stay on top of things, he needed help.

He needed her, and she had shown that to him today. His hand glided nervously through his hair. For some reason, he felt giddy, nervous. Excited. Their little exchange had been something new. Tashigi rarely stood up to him, and never like that. He looked forward to what she would present him with in the future.

He needed to think about how to make her stay. It was not his forté.

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This one has been in my wips for a year...I planned to post it once it was finished, but I don't think this will happen anytime soon if I don't give myself a weekly deadline....

I recently saw that a smoker was cast for season 2 of life action. Smoking hot.

See you next Sunday for more smokey

[that-student-that-has-homework]

100 Follower Event!

Hello lovely duckies! (I really like ducks, and when I get the energy I wish for my blog to have a stronger duck theme)

Thanks to all of you, I've reached 100 followers! Thank you!

So let's try this event thing: pick a character (no more than 3 please) and a headcanon and I'll make some quick headcanons and post them under #that_student_100_event

Note:

these are gonna be x Reader

you may pick characters from different fandoms

When requesting hc’s you can chose one or two that are similar for one request, and I can combine them

I might cap this at 20 asks in case I get overwhelmed. Life has been very...life...

Alrighty: let's get cracking!

Characters:

One Piece:

Monkey D. Luffy Roronoa Zoro Black Leg Sanji Cyborg Franky Nico Robin (platonic only) Nami (platonic only) Portgas D. Ace Characters I'm not too confident about, but could do Silvers Rayleigh Akagami no / Red Haired Shanks Marco the Pheonix Trafalgar Law White Hunter Smoker Crocodile Buggy the Clown I've started Dressrosa, so any characters there are OUT, because I have yet to meet / properly understand them, this includes Doffy. If there's a character I haven't listed but you want to see, ask (but provide a backup in case I can't please)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Nanami Kento Gojo Satoru Geto Suguru Toji Fushiguro Megumi Fushiguro Itadori Yuji Inumaki Toge Okkotsu Yuta Maki Zennin (platonic only) Kugisaki Nobara (platonic only) If there's a character I haven't listed but you want to see, ask (but provide a backup in case I can't please)

Haikyuu!!

Call me basic, but I only feel like I can confidently write for the main entries of the following schools (else I gotta do research so it's not OOC - and I don't have the energy for that folks to be perfectly honest) I finished the manga so you can ask for others. Karasuno Aoba Johsai Nekoma Fukurodani Inarizaki

Genshin Impact

Tall Men Kaedahara Kazuha Gaming and the Fatui (minus Tartaglia) are not characters I will write for. (Haven't met Gaming)

Attack on Titan

Levi Erwin Hange (platonic only) Jean Connie Springer Zeke Jeager Reiner Braun Eren (it will be aimed at Mikasa tbh)

Prompts

These prompts were collected from @make-me-imagine from her Headcanon Prompts List

A-Z Relationship Headcanons

Crush > Confession > Dating

Crush: How would they act with a crush, do they pine?

Relationship: General Relationship Headcanons

First Date + First Kiss

Flirting: How they flirt, how they react to you flirting, etc.

Intimacy: How they show intimacy; physical and not.

Confession: When and how they admit their feelings for you

Hobbies: What hobbies, interest, etc would they share with you.

Holidays: How they celebrate the holidays

Comfort: How they would comfort you after a … (bad day, nightmare, your choice)

The moment(s) they realize they have feelings for you (pre-relationship)

The moment(s) they realize they are in love with you (established relationship)

Cuddling: Do they cuddle, how do they, when do they, etc

Kissing: Do they like kissing, how do they kiss, when, etc.

Love Languages: What is their receiving and giving love language (and how do they show it)

Jealousy: How they act when they are jealous, what would make them jealous, etc. (before and/or during the relationship)

Cooking/Food: Cooking for each other, food preferences, etc.

Taking care of them when they are sick

Them taking care of you when you are sick

Romance: Are they romantic, how do they show it, etc.

First Meeting + First Impression

Domestic Headcanons: What it’s like to live with them, how they show domesticity (Note: I don’t write for pregnancy/kids/children)

Protective: Are they protective? How they show it. Etc.

Taking care of them when they are hurt.

Them taking care of you when you are hurt.

Friends > Lovers

Love: Ways they say or show they love you.

Anniversaries: How do the two of you celebrate your anniversaries

Proposal + Wedding

Traveling: Where would you go, what would you do?

Platonic/Best Friends: What is your friendship like

Gifts: What kind of gifts would they give, how often, when, why, etc. And, what kind of gifts do they like?

Pet-names/Nicknames (for you and for them)

Regret/Guilt: How would they act, what would they do if they hurt you, or you had a fight (wont right for abusive styles of fighting, just general arguments and misunderstandings)

Aesthetics: What smell(s) are they, what flower are they, what season do I associate with them, do I think they have a favorite aesthetics, songs, etc.

Surprises: How would they surprise you, what with, why, etc.

Magic/Fantasy AU: If they were in a world of magic, what powers would they have, what would their role be?

Meet-Cute: If you were to have a meet-cute with them, what would happen during and after.

Secret Admirer: What would they do as a secret admirer

Enemies > Friends > Lovers

Dates: How often, and what kind of dates do you go on?

Royalty/Fantasy AU: In a world where there are such things and princes, princesses, dragons and knights, what would they’re role me, and how did it coincide with yours? ((42))

Thank you everyone!

[turtletoads]

I was so excited to see them in punk hazard

[lale-txt]

🖤 random fluff relationship headcanons (with a little spice)

author's note: they didn't turn out as fluff as i aimed for but... realistic? idk. enjoy the spice though, hehe (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Rayleigh

being with Rayleigh means that you need to accept that he just fucks off for a few days every now and then. man needs his personal space or whatever he is doing out there

but! he will always come back with a sweet souvenir for you, something that made him think of you and you will get all the extra attention the following days

including being extra nice to you in bed (or wherever the lust overtakes), treating you like the queen you are to the dark king

but who are we kidding - Rayleigh is always taking care of you and your desires, putting you first every time, using his busoshoku haki to prevent himself from going numb in the wrist, the tongue or... you know

if you ever have doubts about his age and how much time you two have left together, always remember that this man once swam the calm belt like it was a mini pool. he will most definitely outlive everyone

Smoker

let's just admit that Smoker is on very thin fucking ice.

man loves his silly little job a little too much and a little too seriously. lucky for him, you love him even more and can forgive if he gets stuck once again, teaming up with the mugiwara pirates and pretending afterwards like it wasn't happening

the big ol' tsundere

Smoker does miss you though when he's away on missions and he will let you know often, through handwritten letters (he's an old-school romantic after all) or through phone calls late at night

when he gets home, prepare to be spoiled. Smoker will go all the ways to make you feel loved and satisfied to make up for the time he was gone

he will call you when he's on his way to you, ordering you to wait for him in the bathroom where he'll join you in a hot minute...

Law

Law tends to get stuck in his head sometimes. just tell him "calm down, edgelord" every now and then to bring him back down to earth. trust me, i'm a relationship expert

if he's still upset, take him shopping to hot topic maybe

but for real - feed him some onigiri, force him to drink water and maybe pressure him into sleeping for at least two hours, he'll feel a lot better after that and will have the energy to return the favor in any way possible

have you seen his long, elegant fingers? the DEATH knuckle tattoos? i'm just saying an orgasm isn't called la petite mort ('small death') in French for no reason...

Law may not show his affection very loudly, bubbly, but he will go down on his knees for you anytime, anywhere, lifting that little skirt of yours up a bit, making you weak in the knees until you slide down the wall, gasping for air

Thatch

i hope you like bread, because he will talk about it. A LOT.

occasionally you will get the crippling feeling that he cares more about his sourdough starter than for you. i'm sorry

Thatch will make it all up to you... after you try the bread he just took out of the oven with some homemade salted truffle butter and some pickles on the side (it's all super delicious though)

he will feel bad about making you believe you only come second after baked goods, so he'll try his best in making it up to you

did you know that you need lots of strength in your hands to kneed and spank that dough? yeah. you know where i'm going.

no one is allowed to fuck in the kitchen (he even put up a little sign for that) but Thatch will make an exception for the both of you, bending you over that kitchen counter, making good use of that yellow scarf of his, pounding you until you're ready to eat

[nifaswriting]

Hey there u cutie :3 I came across your blog and I totally fell for your writing 💞 Can I request something for Smoker? Modern AU Headcanons or the "Love with XX is..." would be awesome! Please choose what you are more comfy with. Have a wonderful day 💕

Hello there, beloved ! Your request made my day, I'm very happy to know you enjoy my writing ! I hope you'll like this as well ♥

I chose the modern au because I got inspired, but you'll probably see the "love with" serie with Smoker at some point 'cause this man has me on chockhold, it's not even healthy...

Anyway, enjoy the little headcanons and have an amazing day as well ! ♥

P.S. : I made this waaaaay longer than expected haha ! Also, slight TW for mention of injuries, nothing bad don't worry, just thought I would put it, just in case ♥

Smoker modern AU headcanons :

To start somewhere, I strongly believe Smoker used to be in the army when he was younger, probably around his early/mid-twenties or something

His long life dream since he was a little kid was to serve his country and bring some kind of justice to this world he thought was way too unfair sometimes

But my thoughts is that he got involved into some traumatic near-death experience (more than likely the day he got that big scar on his face) at the beginning of his thirties

The recovering process was painful, yet his not-so-infamous will made it a little eaiser for him to endure

It also helped that he met you at that time : you quickly became his anchor when he felt like his determination was slipping through his fingers during hardest times

After everything got better for him, Smoker decided to quit the army to be able to start a long life with you by his side ♥

Back to the present we go !

Smoker now works for some kind of big lawyer company, either as a lawyer himself or as one of the big heads

He found in this new job a way to accomplish his dream while also trying to balance work and private life

Emphasize on trying...

This man works A LOT and he works so hard all the time it's giving him grey hair

Haha, get it ? Because his hair's white and stuff...

Most of the time, he comes home later than he first intended to

"I'll be back around eight tonight." is what he texts you, but you know he won't be there until 10pm or even later sometimes

And when he gets home, you're almost always already asleep because, as much as you love him, you too need your daily rest

Honestly, he can't blame you, and deep inside, he feels horrible that he's not spending enough quality time with you at home

Same goes for mornings : he gets up very early and usually you're still sleeping, so he just gets ready in silent, kisses you softly and leaves without a noise

Luckily for you, there are times when he's not so busy and you bet he's going to spend every single free minutes he's got with you, either at home or by taking you out

Nothing is too much when it comes to you, and somehow he loves spoiling you just a little bit when he has the chance

You want to try that new restaurant you saw on your way to work ? He's already booking a table for you both. You need new shoes or new clothes ? He's taking you on a shopping session. You want to stay home and cuddle him all day ? Watch a cheesy movie while eating take-out ? Fine by him, for your sake, he'll accept anything.

It's his way of showing you how much he cares despite not being there a lot

Such a sweet man ♥

Please though, if he's in one of his busy periods and you get the chance, visit him at work, he'll be the happiest man in the world

He doesn't look like it, his face remaining neutral the all time if not for the slightest of smiles curling the corner of his lips, but the moment he sees you walking past his office's door, his frown softens

It immediately lightens his mood and makes his day 100 times better

Bonus if you brings him something he enjoys like his favorite food/snacks or flowers (yes, he loves flowers, who would have thought ?)

On rare occasions, when both your schedules allow it, he offers you to eat lunch together, either at one of your workplaces or at a restaurant

Sometimes, your coworkers or Tashigi join you two intentionally and Smoker gets all grumpy because they're interrupting his precious alone time with you

Please, when it's just you two afterwards, give him a big kiss to get rid of his bad mood before returning to work, it'll help him feel better ♥

He's in fact just a big busy baby man, but you love him and he loves you dearly

[trashytoastboi]

Heeeey!!!! I love your blog!!! I also saw Kingdom Hearts x One Piece headcanons (huge fan of both.) (✧ω✧) So can I ask headcanons of Mihawk, Smoker, Corozan (with kid Law) & Katakuri (she will be really shocked of his height. 😂) with a fem! Keyblade-Wielder

Heyya!🍀 sure thing! ~ thank you so much!! Sorry for the long wait on this and hope you enjoy~

(Female pronouns)

Headcanons: Mihawk, Smoker, Corazon (+ Child Law) and Katakuri – with F! Keyblade wielder

Dracule Mihawk

🦅The first time {Name} met Mihawk was when she had unexpectedly arrived after ending up on the island with his castle in sight and being surrounded by a sight, the animals were wielding weapons and began attacking her. Mihawk came back to his home to see a stranger fighting off the hoards of Humandrils and could not help but notice the unusual way in which she fought and the weapon she fought with.

🦅He was surprised, not entirely sure how to react to her nor the unusual nature of how she was fighting and the creatures that seemed to follow her but even after saving her, Mihawk still believed in his curiosity about her. {Name} could say she was easily just as curious about him, especially with how his very presence seemed to scare away the creatures attacking her.

🦅Out of curiosity, Mihawk had decided to test her mettle with a single strike and was surprised when she managed to fend him off, after being invited in by Mihawk, she finds out the castle is his home and thought that perhaps he was a lord or a king. This was also the time when he posed his own question, {Name} explained that she was known as a Keyblade wielder.

🦅To her surprise Mihawk easily caught up and understood when she explained the history and was even more surprised by the fact that he wanted to know about it. Mihawk was genuinely interested in all he could learn about it.

🦅{Name} was still trying to keep up with fighting all of the heartless, and telling Mihawk to stay out of it, which he did. Being impressed with her skills and still surprised by the seemingly endless capability of {Name's} ability when wielding her keyblade.

🦅{Name} did offer for Mihawk to attempt to wield her keyblade, noticing that slight glint of excitement in his usual poker face. Although to his disappointment he was not capable of wielding it, with {Name} attempting to comfort him from his evident disappointment

Captain Smoker

💨Much to {Name's} dismay, her first meeting with Smoker was when he had suddenly attacked her, jabbing her with his jut in an attempt to stop her from using her devil fruit abilities. Smoker was of course under the misunderstanding that she was both a pirate and a devil fruit user. Which {Name} tried to calm him down and clear the misunderstanding.

💨Smoker was incredibly apologetic after finding out and confirming that she was not a pirate, but instead something else entirely, {Name} only gave him the short answer of her being a keyblade wielder which needed explanation and so she had to find the quickest and easiest way for him to understand it. Smoker luckily could understand just enough to believe that she wasn't a pirate.

💨{Name} was questioning Smoker since he had just attacked her out nowhere and yet believed her when she said she was not a pirate. Smoker truthfully was not convinced until the moment when he tried to take her keyblade away only to find that he could not even hold it for more than a few seconds before it flew right back into {Name's} hand.

💨Smoker was intrigued by keyblade wielders especially when {Name} mentioned that there were more than one, but they are extremely rare. When the heartless attacked and Smoker proved completely ineffective against them, only being saved by {Name} and her keyblade, he understood just how powerful she is.

💨After witnessing {Name} wielding the same keyblade that turned into multiple weapons, he needed to know the reason behind it and {Name} was more than happy to disclose the extremely complicated history to him. Smoker tried to understand to the best of his ability but there was a lot of complication and headache that honestly made him lose interest.

💨Smoker could not deny that he was impressed by {Name}, but mostly curious and a little annoyed that even when he detained her, still under suspicion about her being a pirate, she would just unlock her cuffs every single time, and he was unable to take the keyblade away from her.

💨{Name} was annoyed by Smoker's obstinate attitude, seeing that he believed everything about the keyblade and the history, but still did not believe that she was not a pirate.

Corazon (+ Child Law)

❤🍄Corazon and Law had just left yet another hospital and were currently taking a break when they find themselves swarmed by mysterious little creatures, Corazon's first instance was to protect and hide Law. Corazon found the creatures attention diverted and they were saved by {Name} who had fought the Heartless.

❤🍄When {Name} laid eyes on Corazon and Law, she couldn't help but look at the adorable sight of Law being all bundled in Croazon's coat and looking like a baby bird. Law could see those eyes that were oozing the “He's so cute” look and shuffled out of Corazon's coat. The two of them were surprised with {Name's} sudden arrival.

❤🍄Corazon thanked {Name} for her help, though she was surprised considering how tall he is and carried an intimidating aura around him. Although after a very brief conversation she had determined him to be a gentle man. Despite Law's grumpy face, {Name} could see him looking at her with a glint of curiosity evident by that little glimmer in his eye.

❤🍄{Name} tried to ease the tension and the mistrust from Law by showing a small bout of magic with her keyblade, which got Law very interested after seeing it, which made him and Corazon ease up a bit more.

❤🍄Law wanted to know everything about {Name's} abilities and he was too shy to ask, which led Corazon to ask on his behalf when noticing Law's shyness in asking, {Name} had asked if they would be interested in learning about the history of the Keyblade and the wielders.

❤🍄It unfortunately had to wait with the sudden invasion of a hoard of Heartless, which {Name} was left to fend off with Corazon and Law watching in amazement of how she fought.

Charlotte Katakuri

🍩{Name} had somehow miscalculated just where she would arrive when she opened the door to the other world, and found herself face to face with a giant, with no time to think especially with the fact of having to deal with a Nobody the very second she opens the door proved to be a bit challenging, which made her temporarily forget about the stranger.

🍩Katakuri was annoyed watching two complete strangers having a fight aboard the ship he was in charge of, instantly going to take care of it. This led to a great complication for {Name} watching the Nobody be completely pinned down an unexpected spear that had impaled it to the deck, much to her surprise. Just noticing how tall Katakuri really is when standing front of her.

🍩Katakuri asked no questions and offered no warning right before he attacked her, asking “Who are you?”with {Name} fending off what she knows to be Mochi as she was trying to keep up with his brutal attacks, she barely had a moment to answer when Katakuri ceased all of his actions. “I see.” Were the only words he offered, confusing {Name} even further.

🍩{Name} soon came to understand why Katakuri had acted the way he did when she discovered that he could see a few moments into the future and saw her introduction, so he decided to skip it since he already knew. {Name} wasn't exactly happy with that and demanded an introduction from him, discovering the towering man's name is Katakuri, she offered her apologies for showing up unexpectedly.

🍩Katakuri had asked about her previous fight when she simply answered “I am a keyblade wielder.” {Name} explained what it meant to be a keyblade wielder and part of the history that came with it, saying that her sudden showing up was due to tracking down the feeling of darkness.

🍩There was understanding from his side at her unexpected arrival, and the need for the fight, so Katakuri wasn't angry over it and could at the very least imagine that travelling between worlds was not the easiest thing around.

[grandline-fics]

Dream A Little Dream

DESCRIPTION: They hear you say their name in your sleep

WARNINGS: just fluff

CHARACTERS: Killer, Smoker, | Law, Sabo

WORDS: 1,790

A/N: I've been hating how some of the requests I've been working on were turning out so I've paused them to go back to this idea with some other characters. Hope you all enjoy

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

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KILLER

“No I don’t.”

“Yes, you do!”

“No. I don’t.”  Killer looked up from the stove at the sound of your argument with Wire came closer to the kitchen. Nothing disputes were always common around the ship so usually he didn’t pay them much mind but Killer always found himself taking a little more notice to things when they involved you.

“How do you even know? You’re asleep.” Wire argued as you both entered the kitchen, not noticing the vice-captain right away. Killer watched as you leaned against the counter and rolled your eyes at your crewmate. “What’s the big deal anyway? So what if you talk in your sleep?”

“It’s not the claim I talk in my sleep, it’s just that I don’t believe you, Wire.” You explained, turning to stare at your crewmate suspiciously. “I mean it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve tried to prank me. Unless you can get proof that I talk in my sleep or someone else- that isn’t just Heat- confirms it, then I’ll believe you.” You shrugged simply and finally turned to acknowledge your vice-captain with a smile now that the matter was dropped. “What’s for dinner?”

Late that night, Killer rose from the heavy haze of sleep that he had to force himself to resist falling back into. With a long, low groan, he stretched out his body and rubbed his tired eyes before settling his mask firmly into place. Rolling his shoulders and pulling his clothes on he dragged his heavy limbs out of his bed and absently walked through the ship until he was climbing the Crow’s Nest to relieve Gig. Wishing the other crew member a goodnight, Killer settled back and readied himself for what he could already tell would be a calm and uneventful watch shift. However he was surprised after a couple hours to see the hatch open and you appeared. 

“You’re not on the roster for tonight…” He noted, watching you close the hatch and adjust the blanket and pillow under your other arm. 

“Nope, tomorrow night.” You confirmed. “I always come up here when I have trouble sleeping. Is it okay if I join you?”

“Of course it is, make yourself comfortable.” Killer gestured you to pick somewhere to sit. You smiled happily and Killer returned it despite his smile being hidden beneath his mask. As you moved to settle in the seats near him, he tried to remain as relaxed as he could. Even with a single seat separating you both, he could still feel the natural warmth you always exuded, both a comfort and distraction for him. 

Killer watched as you placed the pillow on the windowsill and tucked your arms underneath it, deciding to forgo actually lying down so you could face him properly and idly chat with him through his watch. Eventually though Killer noticed your eyes were drooping and your voice would thicken, your statements broken by yawns in a signal that you’d finally fall to sleep. It wasn’t long before your breathing evened out and the peaceful silence fell. Killer turned his head away from you, deciding to actually finish his task and keep watch. He only had another couple hours and he’d be finished. Every so often through that time he’d hear you shift slightly and let out soft mumbles but for the most part you slept completely silent. Then your voice drifted up. “Hm…Kil…”

“Yeah? What’s-” Killer turned his head only to pause to see you were still fast asleep. Immediately he shut his mouth and continued to watch you sleep. While you’d said the beginning of his name, he wasn’t going to jump to conclusions that you were actually dreaming about him. After all a lot of words started with ‘kil’ and you could have been saying anything. 

“Killer…ask me out already…” Killer all but choked on his tongue, not expecting that but he definitely wasn’t complaining. Clearing his throat he composed himself just in time for the hatch to fly open and crash loudly against the floor causing you to jump awake and look around in startled confusion. Your eyes landed on Wire who arrived for his watch and with a huff you controlled your racing heart. 

“Oh oops, you were sleeping?” Wire asked before his eyes lit up. “You were sleeping! Killer, did they talk?” Immediately your heart began to race again and you looked to Killer who remained outwardly calm. 

“Nope, not a word.” He stated while getting up and stretched his stiff muscles, glad to go back to his own bed. Just before he could close his door, you appeared, hand bracing against the wood and stopping him. “What’s up?”

“You lied to Wire.” You stated and Killer’s eyebrows rose slightly. “I always win at poker because I know your tell when you lie. I did talk in my sleep, why didn’t you tell him what I said?”

“Well I think what was said would be best kept between us.” Killer smirked, emboldened by how adorably confused you looked. Then in the depths of your mind you must have recalled what you were dreaming about because your eyes widened and a small gasp broke free. 

“Night Kil, see you in the morning.” You quickly uttered, stepping back and hurrying to your room, your steps faltering when he called after you. “It’s a date.” 

SMOKER

You stared at the mountain of paperwork already waiting on your desk as you entered your office that morning. You’d stayed up so late clearing your desk only to see even more waiting for you. Slowly you looked at the mug of coffee in your hand and back to the paperwork and sighed heavily. It was going to be a long day and most likely night, you could already tell. Bracing yourself you sat down at your desk and lifted the first file waiting for you and your eye twitched immediately. Yeah, it was going to be a very, very long day. By midmorning your patience all but snapped and you made a list of the people responsible for your swiftly soured mood and left to go to the transmission room. Lifting the receiver you couldn’t help but feel a small sense of satisfaction stir within you as you began your announcement. 

“Attention G-5. Due to personnel ignoring protocol and handing in multiple reports from previous missions at once, a backlog has occurred. Until these reports have been fully processed the following Marines are prohibited from active duty off base. No exceptions.” You paused to let the beginning announcement set in, already you could hear a chorus of voices coming from outside the room. Then you began to clearly and concisely read out the long list of names of the offenders. 

From the training yard, Smoker and the others stopped to listen to the names being echoed through the speakers. As he ground his teeth against the cigars in his mouth he couldn’t help the mounting frustration as he recognised a lot of the names on his list were part of the unit he was meant to be going out on a mission with in just a couple days time. As Commander of the base he was sorely tempted to go against the transmission but at the same time he supposed these Marines needed to be taught a lesson in not just handing in bulk reports last minute. He also recognised the voice as yours and he didn’t want to annoy you given he was attracted to you too. Perhaps he could convince you to process certain Marines first. “The personnel on this list will be notified when they are cleared for duty again. Thank you.”

Smoker sighed heavily and within seconds he heard the multitude of voices surging up, all of them calling for him. Before he’d even gotten out of the training yard he was already swarmed by those who’d now been placed off-duty and asking him to pull strings or pull rank and still let them go on their missions. With a headache growing, Smoker glared at them all into shutting up and backing off before he made his way to your office. He knocked once and entered.

“How long will they take to process? There’s a mission-”

“That’s occurring in two days time, I’m aware.” You noted with a small nod, not even bothering to look up at him. You weren’t even surprised that he’d come here. It was inevitable he’d appear sooner rather than later. “I can only go as fast as I can and like I said, multiple reports are handed in at once. It’s a lot to go through.”

“Can the other administrators assist you-”

“Not without them neglecting their reports to process and this incident ends up getting larger.” You shook your head before settling your hands on the desk and looking up at him, Smoker immediately saw the tiredness in your eyes. He began to wonder how long this kept happening and today was the first time you decided to finally take action to prove a point. 

“Do you need anything?” He asked, eyeing the stacks of reports warily. He had to admit paperwork wasn’t his strength. You smiled softly, appreciating his offer but you shook your head. 

“Thank you but I’m fine.” 

Late that night Smoker was making his way through the corridors in his usual patrol before going to bed when he spotted the light coming through your open door. He knew you had a habit of staying up late but this was bad even for you. Were you forcing yourself to stay up even later to see process everyone as soon as possible? Smoker approached the door and saw you sleeping on the sofa against the wall in the room. You must have only intended to only take a small nap before going back to work again but your body had other ideas. Stepping inside he kept his steps as quiet as he could but it seemed he wasn’t quiet enough because you started to stir. “Smoker…”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” Smoker told you but stopped beside you and saw you were still completely unconscious. You were dreaming and saying his name? Smoker couldn’t help but smirk when his name slipped from your lips again and you let out a small sigh.

“Be safe, Smoker…” You mumbled, your face scrunching in adorable annoyance. “Hand your report in on time.”

“Sure, you got it.” Smoker chuckled before reaching down to grab the blanket off the back of the sofa a drape it over you before leaving you to rest while also making sure to see to it that from now on everyone handed in their reports on time.

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[husbandograveyard]

Requested by @asarigolo​ 2nd person Genderneutral reader  No warnings! enjoy! <3 

It was a dumb marine exercise. Practice in navigation. Practice in survival. Straws were drawn, teams were formed and then said teams were dropped in the middle of nowhere. Artificial islands created by the navy, all kinds of wild nature situations, much like the ones you could come across all over the seas, designed specifically for all kinds of survival situations. After all, the chasing of pirates wasn’t a sea-only thing, and all marines needed to be able to survive under various difficult conditions. 

Generally, the task was regarded as something quite fun to do. The teams often made people friends forever, and more often than not the night served as a fun bonding time. There was nothing too life-threatening on the islands anyway, and while practicing useful skills, there was still some time for playful banter and such, as there was no imminent threat of dying. 

These dropping nights were not necessarily one of your favorite things to do. But then again, you didn't mind and they were far from the worst kind of training exercise. You just had a hard time bonding usually and after you had drawn your straw to find out who your partner would be for the exercise, you felt your heart sink a little. 

Vice admiral Smoker should have better things to do than to join a training exercise. But his loyal G5-crew were all participating and Smoker was not the kind of guy to just drop his crew and go do something else more fun himself. Just for one night he'd give up command and do the exercise. 

You had never really interacted much with the man, but you'd be lying if you said he had never caught your eye before. No pun intended, but you did think him smokin' hot. He was an overall attractive person, and the stories you had heard from him combined with his strong sense of justice, the love and compassion he felt for his crew -even if he would never straight out speak those feelings into existence, they were apparent in his actions and decisions-, his brains and his down-to-earth mentality just made the package complete. He was an all-round winner on the checklist for a perfect partner and now you were going to spend an entire night on a deserted island with him. You were pretty sure you had had dreams that went like that before, but seriously doubted that you'd be half as smooth as dream-you in your advances, let alone that the white-haired man would respond the way he did in your dreams. 

You were silent for most of the trip there. Smaller, dial-powered ships were meant to bring you to the islands. The plan was getting to the other side of the island where a pick-up team would wait. There was no other way off the island and its climate was set up to get lost easily. You got only very limited supplies. 

You were feeling a strange mix of giddy excitement and dread as the little boat sailed off and only you and Smoker were left. “Y/n” “what?” “I figured I’d introduce myself, since, well… I hadn’t done so yet. Of course I know who you are Vice-Admiral” He nodded, lighting a cigar, who knows how many of those he had been allowed to take with him in spite of the limited supplies, and the way his face lit up in the hue of the match made your heart skip a beat. You took a few deep breaths before starting to walk, Smoker following right behind you. “Let’s get this done then!”

You had been walking for a couple of hours already when you noticed just how hopelessly lost you were. Smoker had noticed one round earlier, annoyedly clicking his tongue. “So ehm… that’s not the plan right?” He shook his head in response, and pressed out a cigar against a tree trunk. “Sir, I hope you’re not planning on setting the forest on fire to find the way out?” You could see the slightest hint of a smirk on his face as he lit a new cigar. “Just marking where we’ve been, so at the very least we can avoid those paths.” You nodded understandingly as he made his way forward on the path, determined to get out asap. You carefully tapped the bark behind you making most of the ashes fall of the tree. 

You knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and a primetime bonding experience. Besides, he had only just started talking to you. Imagine what would happen if you got lost for a little longer… 

[laws-hat-headcanons]

can i request how would smoker act around his crush please

Hi Anon! Ah you certainly can, I love this big goober!! Hope you like it my dear!!!

Smoker dealing with having a crush

Smoker doesnt really want to have a crush on anyone. It just sort of.. happens.

He respects his crush and he enjoys their company but he knows he can't let it go any further than that. He knows this and my god does he try his best to stick to it.

That being said he can't quite help himself from watching them when he gets a chance.

His eyes just seem to find his crush whenever he enters a room. Seeking them out without meaning to. Drawn to them.

Whenever one of the members of G5 tells a joke Smoker will look at his crush just to see them laugh. To catch a glimpse of their smile. He loves the sound of their laugh.

When they bring him a report he allows himself a few minutes to converse, and then an extra one to watch them as they walk away.

They're the only one that can make him blush and he hates it, especially if his crush points it out. Smoker has never been easy to fluster but with his crush it's a completely different story.

Smoker tries not to treat them any differently to the rest of the crew under his command. But repeatedly he finds himself being a little less gruff with them. A little softer. A little less vice-admiral and a little more of himself.

Tashigi figures it out pretty quickly. She doesnt say anything but she finds reasons for Smoker and his crush to be in the same room as often as she can.

Smoker can't allow himself to worry about his crush during a fight. He has to concentrate. To keep all his attention on the battle. But once it's all over they are the one he checks on first.

He tries to make sure it doesnt look like hes actively checking on them, but occasionally panic wins out and it's extremely obvious he was worried.

When his crush touches him, even the lightest brushes against his skin, he feels it for hours after. Smoker becomes hyper aware of the contact between them and it often leads to blushing and a hasty exit on his part.

All in all Smoker would like to be a lot more involved with the object of his affection, but his position and personality make it hard for him to express his interest in them.

Smoker isnt prone to casual jealousy, especially when he has no claim over his crush. But he does get a little twinge in his chest whenever he sees other members of his crew interacting so easily and freely with his crush.

Has probably caught himself daydreaming about holding them in his arms once or twice. Is extremely embarrassed by this.

[onepiecereactions]

The Chickens. Tashigi/?? OS.

Tashigi hates eating with The Chickens. Especially when they constantly belittle her. Fortunately, a rose with sharp thorns rode in this cloud of smoke.

Requested.

One shot: Tashigi / ??

Note: by Guards Sundays I mean: In the navy you sometimes need to work late and more: that’s the guard. Every soldier does guard. Here, Tashigi must extra work this Sunday.

Sorry for the mistakes !

Around 1 000 words.

The chickens.

 Tashigi sighed for the umpteenth time of the day. She quickly slipped the latest unreadable mission report into a titanic binder that she stuffed into the library with precision. She slumped on the chair of her office, exhausted. Guards Sundays were absolutely awful, she hated them viscerally. It was not so much a matter of classifying and storing all the mission reports of his service that were written during the week that exasperated her. No, at least she knew all the news and it was always satisfying to know that many pirates had been arrested and judged during the week. No, what depressed her the most in this bleak day was dinner.

Tashigi sighed again, grabbing her coat and sliding it over her shoulders. She went out of the office and made sure to lock it behind her and walked without much conviction to the cafeteria.

 On Sunday evening, the dining room was barely at 10% of its capacity. All that remained were the guard soldiers, like her, and some high-ranking officers who remained eternally faithful to their posts. "In case Monkey D Luffy decides to start a world war," as old admiral Sengoku always says in front of the former Vice-Admiral Garp, hilarious as usual.

She slowly fills her meal tray. A simple corn salad and a potato and leek soup would do the job, she did not wish to stay here forever.

 She put down her meal tray forcefully, unintentionally, near Hina who did not even moved. They were both accustomed to this story of Guards Sundays, that were desperating for one and the other.

 Tashigi loved Hina's presence, do not believe otherwise. The beautiful pink-haired fighter did not speak much but was very strong and just as interesting.

 What deeply despaired her was The Chickens.

 “The chickens” were the nickname given by the sailors to the women working for the information service. They were barely 4, sometimes 5, the service was tiny. Tashigi was exasperated at first when she learned about this ridiculous nickname. Women working for the information service were very competent.

Then she had spent a Sunday evening with them. And she understood.

The chickens had taken the annoying habit of coming to the table of Hina and Tashigi every Guards Sunday evening. More to be seen in the company of the two vice-admirals than to make the conversation, since the chickens never talked to the two fighters.

And they spoke loudly. Very loudly. And they talked about their sex life. Perfect mix to be noticed by all these gentlemen. Which was obviously the goal.

 Hina did not care. She sat at the table and, once she finished eating, she was smoking a cigarette and watching them behind her opaque glasses, waiting for Tashigi to finish her meal. Hina and Tashigi never talked during this moment, The Chickens did it well enough. Tashigi was focused on eating the contents of her meal tray and was submissive to the noisy discussion beside her.

 "He began to touch my breasts with his cold, rough hands, I wanted to throw up," exclaimed the blonde chicken. The others expressed their disgust in their turn. Tashigi chewed his corn, his eyes immersed in the blank, daydreaming of the delicious bath awaiting her on his way home.

Hina, beside her, sat down to watch each of the chickens. The smoke of her cigarette disappeared in the middle of the table. She did not move an eyelash. No one knew what she was looking at behind her glasses, let alone what she was thinking about.

 The cloud of smoke surrounded Tashigi, who coughed. Even by being with Smoker every day, she still could not stand the asphyxiating smell.

This caught the chicks' attention on the brunette.

 "Too bad you don’t know all of that Tashigi." Started the blonde chicken, while eating her cheesecake. The blonde was looking at the vice-admiral up and down, without even trying to hide it.

 "With a body as childish as yours, you will never be able to put a man in your bed". She continued.

Tashigi did not answer. She just drank her soup. Hina did not move.

"You should try to show more of your body. Otherwise you will be alone at thirty, surrounded by cats. You will be the old lady of Marineford.”

Hina could not hold back a mischievous smile at the incoherence of these words (and stupidity, it had to be admitted). But she still did not move.

 "You must have experience otherwise you will find yourself as a kid in front of the man of your life and he will mock you for that. It would be stupid to miss the love of your life because you did not spread your thighs enough in your youth. And then you must train your mouth, you need experience for that, you know ... "

 The chickens then left in a debate on how to use your mouth perfectly during intimate relationships.

Angry but also exhausted, the vice-admiral got up and grabbed her meal tray. Hina knew her friend perfectly well to know that this kind of comment hurt her. It hurt her in her esteem and vice-admiral's ego, which was clearly not respected, but also in her woman's ego.

The brunette was stepping over the bench to save herself from this disastrous situation as the chickens continued to mock the Vice Admiral.

 Hina was faster. She jumped up, agilely gripped her meal tray and walked out of the table with ease.

Tashigi was looking at the floor and hardly dared to keep going.

 "This stupid shyness" sighed Hina for herself.

 The rose turned to face the table occupied by The Chickens.

 "Vice Admiral Tashigi," she exclaimed, her cigarette hanging on her lips.

 All the Chickens were silent, surprised by the rare intervention of the rose.

 "I will appreciate you making less noise in your sexual intercourse with Vice Admiral Smoker. I can’t focus on my work”. She finished.

 The Chickens froze in shock. They would never have thought that Tashigi had such a fulfilling sex life, let alone with one of the vice-admirals.

Hina turned around, her mischievous smile in her face, crushed her cigarette against the table and left.

Tashigi smiled.

[lale-txt]

(n.sfw) sandwich chronicles: Smoker x afab reader (no pronouns) x Hina

a/n: part 2! read part 1 with Rayleigh & Shakky here. are… are we even surprised it’s Smoker for round two? my favorite tsundere who i love since 15+ years now. also YES Hina. go get it babe, you‘re doing amazing.

warnings: sub!Smoker on a leash, pegging, oral (both giving + receiving), dirty talk, spitting, mention of alcohol, face sitting (please let me know if i missed anything)

word count: 1.3k

you joined the marine the same time as Smoker and Hina did, making the three of you an inseparable trio over the years. Hina and you had to bail Smoker out on several occasions and the three of you got together whenever your jobs allowed it

tonight you invited them both over to your new apartment, it was tiny but it was something. you haven’t gotten around unpacking the boxes with your belongings, but figured a bed and a sofa to sit on paired with some booze and cigarettes would be enough

they arrived at the same time, Hina looking as stunning as ever (“Hina brought us more booze”) and kissed you on both cheeks as a greeting, Smoker didn’t bother to wear a shirt under his uniform as usual, but you didn’t mind being hugged tightly against his bare chest

they soon start rummaging through your moving boxes, helping you look for some glasses and plates. even though you labeled the boxes neatly, the didn’t bother and looked into every box they could find, digging out old photo albums (“y/n, why is there a nude of Garp in there? … for fuck’s sake, there’s more.” “Hina is disgusted.”)

privacy? don’t know her

which is why they find the box labeled ‘toys’ and open it, knowing damn well it’s not puzzles and some fidget spinners

”how many flavoured lubes do you actually own?”

“wow, that are a lot of spare vibrators in case one runs out of power.”

”you’re really prepared with the condoms in every size… bought a big pack of the extra large one’s huh”

”please don’t tell me you used that with Garp. oh my god, y/n. i think you lost and gained all my respect for you at the same time.”

with a cigarette dangling from her plump lips, Hina found something that caught her eye, reaching in and pulling out your strap on. she smirks, dangling it in front of Smoker’s face who tries to give you a judgmental look but you‘ve been close friends for long enough to know that he‘s really more curious

”i assume this is not for a dog?”, the white hunter guessed, holding up a leash and a collar. you grin and take it from his hands, nestling with the clasp of it and put it around his neck. he looks pissed but holds still, his face close to yours as you adjust the collar

”it suits you so well.”, you whisper in his ear before you take a step back, looking at the vice admiral who rolled his eyes but blushed a little, downplaying how much you startled him with those little words

”that’s the one made out of sea stone, right? we bought that together but to see it in action… well, that’ a nice view.” Hina tilted Smoker’s face a little with two fingers, admiring the collar around his neck, grabbing the leash attached to it and forcing him to his knees

judging from the outline of his cock in his pants he seemed to visibly enjoy it, having both you and Hina gazing at him in such a submissive position, despite his face trying to tell a different story

”you’re such a pretty boy, Smoker.”, you coo, crouching down to be eye to eye with him, gently stroking his hair before you grab him by it with one hand, the other sliding his jacket off his broad shoulders.

Smoker pulls Hina who still holds the leash down to you, giving you both a long “let’s ruin our friendship” stare before he leans in to kiss you first, moving on to Hina and groaning a little when you and Hina exchange a hungry kiss, too

while Hina chains Smoker’s arms behind his back with her devil fruit power, you slowly unzip his pants, rubbing his throbbing cock through the fabric, kissing and licking his neck, drawing out sounds off him you’ve never heard before

both you and Hina strip down to your underwear, making Smoker on his knees watch as you pull down Hina’s panty close to his face, revealing her already dripping wet sex. she returns the favour, with your back faced to Smoker as she spreads your wet folds for a better view, holding him back on the leash. you could still feel his erratic breaths between your legs, lusting for more

“you want to fuck us so bad, don’t you, Smoker?”, you mutter as you turn around, admiring his beautiful face in your hands as he blushes, the tip of his hard cock peaking out of his unzipped pants

Hina kisses you and bends down to Smoker, kissing him too, while she frees his sex and strokes it quickly, causing the vice admiral to hiss and moan before he cums quickly, spilling his load on his stomach and Hina’s hand

which earns him a handmade cock ring from Hina who doesn’t fuck around

both you and Hina use Smoker as you please, pressing his face to your core and making him lick up your juices, grinding on his big thighs while telling him what a pretty, pretty boy he is, pulling him by his white hair to spit into his mouth

you relocate from the floor to your bed, Smoker lying on his back with his arms locked above his head, groaning and arching his back, begging to cum again

“so greedy, tsk.”

Hina stuffs his mouth with your panties, muffling his groans, before she starts grinding on his hard cock, teasing him more

you watch and enjoy the view as you reach for your strap on and some lube, Smoker turning his head to you and giving you a shy nod when you hold up your items, asking him for his consent

while the pink haired rides Smoker’s cock, you start teasing his hole with your lubed fingers, gently massaging it before you slip one, then two in and curl them up. it was an absolute delight seeing Smoker react to your touch, turning him into a whimpering mess with such a little gesture

he was about to lose his mind as Hina cums on his cock, still not releasing him from the cock ring as her flesh clenched around him, your fingers still teasing him from the inside

while Hina frees him from his gag, kissing him on the lips and telling him what a good boy he was, you position your strap at his hole, lubing it all up

”think you can take me, Smoker?”

through all of this he hadn‘t lost his sass, giving you a little ‘tsk’ that quickly turns into a loud moan when you slide in the tip of your strap, stroking his cock up and down slowly while doing so

Hina sits down on Smokers face, muffling his moans but increasing hers, while you watch your plastic cock slide in and out, slowly going deeper with every thrust until he took you whole

”told ya, didn’t i?”, he huffed between two breaths, his whole body trembling when Hina finally removed the ring around his cock, relieving him

“aww. someone wants to be praised. i won’t be gentle then anymore. see if you can still take it..”, you answer, lifting his legs up to reach a deeper angle, thrusting again but faster this time, making him groan and whimper, unable to hold his load back anymore and cuming all over his stomach and the sheets

both you and Hina chuckle, more than pleased by the view. you wait patiently until Smoker catches his breath again before you slowly pull out, Hina freeing him of his wrist chains too

as you both snuggle up against him on each side, you gently stroke his face, drawing small circles with your fingers on his chest and telling him soft words of affirmation, letting him now that he can be his big old tsundere self again

which he will be eventually, but for now he melts under your touch, kissing you both softly

nothing will change for your friendship except that you will repeat that more often from now on <3

[livingforthewhump]

Could you do villain and hero both heavily injured, trying to help each other?

Hero choked on the cloud of dust, coughing like a smoker. Silt stung their eyes, swirling thick and heavy in the air. Their ears rang distantly, and when they ran a hand over their face, it came away stained with blood. Unfortunately, they weren’t sure where the blood was coming from.

Everything hurt. Their head roared, like an ocean in storm was trapped inside it, wearing down at their skull like sand on a beach. Their muscles were on fire, weak and heavy as lead. Pain lanced up their side in shards and splinters of agony as they sat up, gazing around them.

Blood was everywhere. It colored the shadows of the rubble. They supposed they were lucky to have an air pocket around them. They supposed they were lucky to be alive at all. Collapsing buildings weren’t notorious for their survivors. Hero pressed a hand to their side, gasping at the amount of blood they felt there. Whatever wound they had stung enough to send white flashing across their vision.

“Oh, good,” a croaking yet still extremely sardonic voice said. “You’re alive.”

Hero groaned, scanning the area until their eyes landed on Villain’s form, laying in the corner.

“No need to sound so enthusiastic,” Hero said, crawling over to Villain as best as they could. They were somehow grateful for the limited space, as they didn’t think they could stand even if there was room and they wanted to save themselves the humiliation of failing to. “Are you okay?”

Villain snorted. “Just dandy. Getting a leg stuck under a collapsed building is always a real treat.”

Hero shifted closer and got a better look at Villain. Their leg was indeed stuck under the rubble, twisted at a sickening angle. Villain’s face was pale beneath the mask.

“Okay. We can deal with this.” Hero took a shaky breath and glanced up at Villain. “Why didn’t you make a shield when the building collapsed?”

“I did,” Villain snapped, grimacing at Hero.

“Then why…” Hero trailed off, looking at Villain’s pinned leg, then at the center of the air bubble where they had woken up.

“Don’t go getting a big head.” Villain tossed a pebble at them, smacking the back of their head. “You’re just the best chance at defeating Supervillain.”

Hero turned back, rubbing their head. “Surprisingly selfless of you, Villain.”

“As ever, your ideals blind you to reality. I only care about making Supervillain suffer, even if I’m not alive to see it.”

“Whatever you say,” Hero said. “If I move those rocks trapping you, can you stop more from falling on us?”

“If I do, will you let me have Supervillain?”

“Villain- this isn’t the time for this. You’re trapped down here too!”

Villain raised an eyebrow and Hero resisted the urge to break their other leg. “Fine! Sure.”

Hero wrapped their hands around the first rock, digging their fingers into harsh crevices before lifting, groaning in effort.

“Try not to bleed out while doing that,” Villain said, and Hero was sure they imagined the concern in their voice.

“Focus on your leg,” Hero hissed, shaking like a leaf from exertion. Their hands struggled to keep a grip, though they weren’t sure if they were slick from sweat or blood. The dust in the air cling to them suffocatingly.

“Lift it higher,” Villain told them. Hero shifted their legs under them and pushed.

Villain pulled their leg out from under it, screaming. Hero was screaming too, muscles buckling and sending them sprawling onto their back. Rocks tumbled together nearby, and Hero wasn’t sure if they settled on their own or if Villain stopped them, but soon the only sound was their breath churning the thick and limited air.

“When you take down Supervillain,” Hero huffed, “you’ll let me get a couple good hits in, right?”

“Absolutely. That maniac deserves it.”

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