#smoker x y/n

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Ooo what about smoker and 1 and 4?? I’m a sucker for big tough men who are so in love with their partner 😻🫶🏻

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⇢ masterlist

⇢ writing prompts

⇢ smoker x reader.

⇢ tw: fluff, smoker and reader are married, reader is not a marine, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: “did you just steal my jacket?” and “how did i get so lucky to find you?” prompts with smoker.

the faint scent of tobacco and parchment filled the hallways with marine headquarters as you made your way through its winding corridors, balancing a carefully wrapped lunch in your hands. the clatter of boots and distant shouts echoed around you, but it all faded into background noise as you approached smoker’s office.

it wasn’t unusual for you to visit your husband at his office, but it always brought a sense of comfort, knowing you could sneak in a little time together during his busy day.

this wasn’t the first time you’d made the trip, knowing full well that if left to his own devices, he’d skip meals entirely, buried in work.

you didn’t bother knocking as usual, nudging the door open with your shoulder, the door creaking softly, you found him seated at his desk, his ever-present cigars resting between his fingers as he worked through a stack of paperwork. 

the office was dimly lit, the blinds drawn halfway to block out the midday sun. papers were scattered across his desk, an open ashtray resting to one side.

behind it sat smoker, his broad shoulders hunched over a stack of reports, his cigars releasing a thin trail of smoke as they rested between his fingers. the moment he looked up and saw you, a rare smile softened his sharp features, for a brief moment, the usual sternness melted from his face. 

“you didn’t have to come all this way,” he said, setting the cigars aside and rising to meet you, kissing your lips softly

“you skip meals if i don’t, and i don’t want to hear tashigi complain, you think she doesn't complain to me about your ‘work through meals’ routine?” you replied, placing the lunch down on his desk with a knowing look. 

“tashigi worries too much” he chuckled, a low, gravelly sound that warmed the room. 

“and you don’t worry enough,” you countered, stepping closer to him.

“what would i do without you?” his grin widened as he pulled you into a brief but firm embrace, the scent of smoke and leather enveloping you. 

you huffed, though the warmth of his words made your heart flutter.

“flattery won’t make up for your bad habits” you teased, but your smile betrayed you.

“how did i get so lucky to find you, woman?” he reached out, pulling you gently into his arms, the embrace firm but comforting. his chin rested lightly on the top of your head as he sighed, a rare moment of peace in his otherwise chaotic day. 

“flattery won’t save you from my lectures neither, you know” the words caught you off guard, a soft warmth spreading through your chest. you huffed, trying to hide the way they made your heart race. 

“worth a shot,” he murmured, his voice laced with quiet amusement.

as he pulled back, you shivered slightly, the chill of his office more pronounced now that you weren’t in his arms. instinctively, you rubbed your arms, trying to ward off the cold. 

smoker noticed immediately, his sharp eyes narrowing.

“you’re cold,” he stated bluntly, already moving to grab his jacket from the back of his chair.

but before he could offer it, you were quicker, snatching it up and slipping it over your shoulders. 

the fabric was heavy, far too big for you, but the warmth and familiar scent of leather and smoke were instant comforts.

“did you just steal my jacket?” smoker teased, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. 

 “you weren’t wearing it.” you teased back to face him, a smug grin on your face as you adjusted the oversized collar.

“thought you liked it when i did so” he grumbled with a smirk, though the faintest hint of teasing tugged at his lips.

“well, i like it so much that now it’s mine” you teased back, snuggling deeper into the jacket’s warmth.

he stepped closer, towering over you as he reached out to adjust the way it sat on your shoulders. 

“it’s too big for you” he muttered, his voice gruff but not unkind, placing his big hands on your hips.

“it’s perfect” you shot back, the playful defiance in your tone earning a low chuckle from him.

“you’re impossible” he said, shaking his head, though his expression softened as he rested a hand on your cheek for a brief moment.

“and yet, here i am, bringing you lunch” you quipped, motioning toward the table in the corner of his office.

relenting, he followed you, pulling out a chair for you before settling into the one across from you. the two of you shared the meal you’d brought, the conversation light and filled with the kind of domestic ease that felt rare in his world. 

smoker’s usual sharp edges softened in these moments, his focus entirely on you as you spoke about your day, occasionally sneaking bites of the food you’d carefully prepared.

he even leaned back once, savouring a bite as he commented, “you spoil me, you know that?”

 “someone has to” you rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile.

for a while, it felt like the rest of the world didn’t exist, just the two of you, sharing a quiet moment in the middle of his chaotic day. but the peace didn’t last long.

a sharp knock at the door interrupted the quiet, and before either of you could respond, tashigi stepped in, clutching a clipboard to her chest.

“vice admiral, there’s an urgent matter-” she paused, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the sight before her: the remnants of lunch, smoker’s jacket draped over your shoulders, and the rare, easy expression on smoker’s face.

her cheeks flushed as she stammered, “oh! i-sorry, i didn’t mean to interrupt!”

“what is it, tashigi?” smoker let out a low sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

as she hesitantly stepped forward to relay the details, you began tidying up the table, shooting smoker a small smile as you moved to leave. 

his gaze lingered on you, a flicker of regret passing through his eyes before he returned his attention to tashigi.

as you slipped out of the office, the warmth of his jacket still wrapped around you, you couldn’t help but smile.

 even with the interruptions, moments like these reminded you of how much you meant to each other, a steady constant in the whirlwind of his world.

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Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet Pt.3 Marine Edition (Issho, Koby, Smoker, and Garp)

AN- I've had so much fun making these! I hope you all enjoy

Masterlist

Characters- Fujitora, Koby, Smoker and Garp

(Find part one featuring Roger, Ace, Marco, Shanks and Doffy here)

(Find part two featuring Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Bart, Sabo and Law here)

Warnings/Content- Some angst in Smokers, Garp's part is NSFW ;)

More under the cut :)

 Issho (Fujitora)

 💜-This man is such a gentle giant 🥹

 💜- Since Issho is blind you try to gift him things that he can feel

 💜- So when you decided to make him a bracelet, you made sure to use different shaped and different textured beads

 

“Y/N is that you?”

 “Maybe~” You sit beside the large man and gently grab his hand “I have a surprise for you!”

 “What’s this?” His fingers run over the soft threads of the bracelet you’ve placed on his wrist. “Did you make this?”

 “I sure did!” You beam. “The base of the bracelet is a deep purple, so that it matches your outfit!”  

 “I see, any special reason why you made it my darling?”

 “It’s just like the bracelet says.” Issho was confused at first but ran his fingers over the beads of the bracelet. His smile widens, feeling that the letters spell out I love you.

 “I hope you don’t mind.” His large hands come up to cradle your face as his fingers trace over your nose, eyes and finally your lips.  “Since I can’t see it, I want to feel the kind and beautiful smile of the woman I adore.” 

 (Issho can actually see the colorful hue of the bracelet thanks to the love and kindness you put into making it)

Koby

🌸💕-  Koby was getting ready to go on his first overseas mission as a marine captain. Meaning he was going to be gone for a few months. 

🌸💕- You knew he was going to miss you just as much as you were going to miss him, so you wanted to give him something that would remind him of you. Thus you made him a bracelet

🌸💕- When you gave it to him he turned into a absolute, blushing mess (He was internally giggling and kicking his feet)

🌸💕- As happy as he was to receive the bracelet, he felt bad knowing he didn’t have anything to give you

🌸💕- You assured him that it was okay, but seeing you walk away empty handed left a bad taste on his tongue

  “Wait Y/N!” You turn around on the dock to see your boyfriend running towards you at full speed. “Koby?” You raise your brow as he tries to catch his breath.

 “Please take this.” Koby’s pink hair falls against his forehead as he unties the bandanna wrapped around his head. “May I?” You smile and bring your hand up so he can wrap the colorful fabric around your wrist. “It’s not a bracelet, but you can at least wear it like one!” 

 “Captain, we got the go ahead from HQ!” 

 “Roger that.”

 “You better get going captain.” You reach up and give him a kiss on his flushed cheek. “Come back to me, okay?”

 “I promise I will.” Koby’s hand wraps around yours as he pulls you close to him. “Let me give you one more thing before I go….” Your eyes widen in shock, feeling his soft lips press against yours for the very first time.

 You both pull back with embarrassment flooding your faces hearing the whistles and “Get it captain!” comments coming from the ship above you. 

 “I have to go now, love.” With a cherry red face he pulls you in for one last hug. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

 “I’ll be waiting.” 

 ~~~~

 “Where did that come from?” Helmeppo confronted the blushing boy as soon as he stepped foot on the ship. “Did she cast some kind of love spell on that bracelet?”

 “I don't know honestly.” Koby looks at the bracelet with a dopey smile plastering his face. “I love her so much.” 

 “I know that you love sick fool..... also why do you look like you're about to pass out?”

 “Because I am.” With that his unsteady knees finally gave out, sending him straight to the deck.

 Despite the fact it took him two hours to fully recuperate, he was still proud of himself for finally finding the courage to properly kiss you. (No bewitched bracelet required)

(Koby learnt a very valuable lesson that day. Love is a hurricane!! )

 

 Smoker 

💨- The second you gave him the bracelet he handed it back saying something like “I’m a grown man and I don’t wear silly little bracelets, go give it to Tashigi.” 

💨- Definitely not the reaction you were hoping for AT ALL

💨- You grab that bracelet and leave his office, but not before bitterly saying “It won’t mean anything to her….” 

 

Once Smoker finally got home it was already nearing midnight. He was making his way towards your shared bedroom when he noticed something colorful in the hallway trash can. He pulled it out and recognized it as the bracelet you tried to give him earlier.

 “Fuck me.” What you said before you left his office finally made sense to him. Why would you give Tashigi a bracelet that had his and your relationship anniversary date on it? “How could I not remember that it was today?”  Not only did he reject your gift, he also forgot today actually was your anniversary. Now he was feeling like an absolute asshole, but he’s dead set on making things right. 

 Smoker opens the door to your bedroom to find the comforter still in place. She’s not here. Then he checked the guest bedroom. Not there either.  He was about to freak out thinking you had left, but remembered he had one more place to check. 

  He felt a wave of relief wash over him finding you fast asleep on the living room couch. But that relief quickly turns into heartbreak, seeing the balled up tissues scattered around your curled up body. 

 “Y/N..” There was no gruffness in the way your name left his lips. “I’m so sorry.” He brushes the stray hairs out of your face and notices the puffy ring of red around each of your eyes. “My sweet girl.” He thinks back to earlier that day, how you were happy and smiling. But he selfishly stole that from you. “I don’t deserve you at all.”

 “Hell no you don’t.” You lift up from the couch and wack his hand away.

 “You're awake??” 

 “Yeah, I have been the whole time..” 

 “Listen Y/N, I don’t have an excuse for my actions and I won’t make one.” Smoker sat down next to you on the couch and took your hand in his.  “Just know I am sorry and I love you.” 

 “I thought you “wouldn’t wear a silly little bracelet” ?” You grab the bracelet on his hand with a quirked brow.

 “Well I didn’t know my silly little woman made it for me.” He replies with a smirk. “But even if you didn't, I should have accepted it.”

 “Yeah, but It’s in the past now.” You grab the blanket and place it back over your body. “I’m going to sleep, goodnight Smokey.”

 “On the couch?”

 “Is that a problem?”

 “No, I guess not.” You were hoping he’d pick you up bridal style and whisk you away to bed, but the big oaf just walked away. He never learns. “I’ll sleep right here then.” Surprised to hear his voice again, you turn around and see him throwing pillows and blankets on the floor

 “I suppose you will.” You huff and close your eyes.

 “Y/N.” You hum in response “I think you dropped something on the floor.”

 “Dropped wha-.” 

 “I may have lost track of time and forgot today was our anniversary.” You lift up from the couch in complete shock seeing the ring Smoker held in his hand. “But that doesn’t mean I didn’t have anything planned for our anniversary.” You could feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “Will you marry me Y/N?” 

 “You jerk…” You hold your left hand up, letting him slide the ring over your finger. “Of course I will.” You jump down from the couch and tackle Smoker to the floor as you cry tears of joy.  “I'm still mad at you, but I’m also really happy.” You pull away and look to see Smoker also has tears of his own forming. 

 “Babygirl I’m happy too and all, but...” His voice strains as if he were in pain. “Your knee.”

 “What about my knee?” You look down and see he wasn’t crying for the reason you originally thought. “Oops.” During the process of jumping your now fiancée, your knee had unfortunately landed on his privates. “Honey I am so sorry!” 

 “It’s okay.” You could tell he was holding back a scream. “I deserved it anyway.” 

 “Drop the Mr. Tough guy act.” You roll your eyes. “Want me to go get a frozen bag of peas or something?”

"........"

"......."

 “Please.”

 (Smoker may have lost his ability to have kids, but it was worth seeing you fawn over your engagement ring.)

 Garp (NSFW)

💥- Despite your relationship with Garp being a secret (For.... special reasons) he’s all the time sneaking you small trinkets or leaving you a stack of his rice crackers on your desk.

💥-He can't help himself, he just loves giving you things. (At one point he even tried to steal Sengoku's goat for you because you said it was cute💀)

💥- But you wanted to return the favor and what better way than with something handmade

  “Garp, can I come in sir.” You knock on his office door before reviving a gruff come in. “I have something for you.”

 “Is that my Y/N?" His rough tone softens seeing you standing at his door. “Don’t just stand there, come here.” He said while patting his lap.

 “Isn’t that a bad idea considering we’re both at work?” Your cheeks heat up at his nonchalant invite . “What if you know who sees me, he’d kill me for sure!”

 “Honestly, I hope that bastard walks in here one of these days.” Garp smirks before giving you a serious look. “And you know I wouldn’t let him harm a hair on your head, right?”

 “I know.”

"Good, so come here."

“I guess it won’t hurt, but only for a little while.” You sigh before crawling into the large mans lap.

 “Atta girl.” Garps arms wrap around your back, pulling you further into his embrace. “So what did you have for me?”

 “I can’t give it to you smother me to death!” You voice strains as you lightly smack his broad chest.

 “Oops, sorry.” He pulls away letting you get some much needed air. “You okay down there?” 

 “Yeah.” You nod your head as you grab the bracelet from your pocket. “Hand please.” Garp holds his hand out, letting you slip the bracelet over his large hand.

 “Well, would you look at that?” The older man studies the bracelet with a fond smile. “What a sweet girl, making an old man like me something so pretty.”

 “You're all the time doing things for me, so I wanted to show my appreciation and ” You reach up and give him a quick peck on the lips. “love~”

 “Your love huh?” You didn't even get the chance to reply before the man had you pinned down face first on his desk. “In that case why don’t you show me just how much you love me?”

 “Garp not here, we can’t!” It was to late, his hands had already ripped away both your uniform skirt and underwear.

 “Why, worried about your daddy seeing you?” Garp mocks while landing a hard smack on your ass. “If anything you should worry about him hearing you.”

(Garp absolutely loved the bracelet you gifted him. But even with that being said, he may like the "gift" you're giving him right now a little bit better. Or maybe a lot more, because in his eyes there isn't anything he loves more than getting to fuck Akainu's precious daughter.)

AN- To all my Y/N's who read Garp's part, click me for a surprise

[base0h]

Smoker, Luffy and croco boy with a s/o who has the same devil fruit as them and uses it to annoy/prank them constantly.

Crack fic pls

Take care love<3

not me starting to laugh like doffy when I saw this💀💀 ew. anon thank you for allowing me to showcase my endless amount of crack in my mind 💜

warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, crack

- the amount of times you’ve scared the shit out of this man is kind of sad. I’m assuming poor smoker gets spooked a lot because of your abilities, and sometimes you’re not even trying to scare him 💀

- you could be minding your own business, floating around and flying around the room during a break with a face mask on. Bro walks in and just dies bec the first thing he sees is a detached floating head with a white face

- “WHAT THE FU-?!”

- and when he gets scared he sets off a bunch of “traps” aka stubbing his toe on a chair that was clearly out of the way, and hitting his head on the doorway

- “IT’S ME!” -you

- I mean- what the fuck were you supposed to do? The man just kept falling backwards into things! He thought you were some kind of monster so he just kept running as he tripped over everything in his way 💀

- this is what he thought was happening:

- “SMOKER. IT’S LITERALLY ME STOP RUNNING!”

- “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY GIRLFRIEND?!”

- Tashigi started chasing after him too because she was wondering something abt navy stuff so he kept getting more scared since he couldn’t see what was chasing him😭he just thought you were multiplying 💀

- I’d be scared too if some Smokey person is literally floating after me with a face mask 😂😂😂

- man smoked 56 cigarettes before finally calming down

- “I wish you didn’t have the same devilfruit as me y/n.”

- “OH COME ON I WASNT EVEN TRYING TO SCARE YOU!”

- “IT WORKED!” -him

- “Do you still love me tho?” -you

- “..yeah.”

- on your birthday he blew himself into a balloon and camouflaged into the numerous balloons you got from the crew before you woke up

- when you finally woke up (keep in mind, Luffy was so determined that he woke up early for this prank :0) you stared at the balloons with a smile, the crew was so nice!

- “Hey thanks guys!”

- you walked over to them and took the string of one of them in your hand. It’s amazing how you didn’t hear Luffy giggling like a maniac 😭

- he scooted behind you, making himself lose a bit of air so his blown up face was right behind your head, tapping your shoulder with his long arm

- “BOOO!”

- Nah you smacked the shit out of him, screaming as your fists were covered in haki, ready to punch the absolute soul out of him from fear

- “Luffy?! WHAT THE HELL?!”

- “Ow! Why did you punch me?!”

- “BECAUSE YOU SCARED ME!”

- Poor dude’s face was swollen for the whole day, and you apologized for hitting him after he said sorry for scaring you.

- can you imagine a Luffy balloon in your face? No I don’t mean just his stomach blowing up, I mean his fucking face blown up, and the rest of his body looking all skinny as the string 💀💀 pls I’d cry and shit my pants

- you really can’t beat him in pranks because he always seemed to get you better 😭 but you sure tried

- at night when he was snoring away, you attached yourself to the ceiling, your limbs stretching as your head stretched down to him. (You looked like my sleep demon) “Pssst, Luuuuuuffyyy!”

- “Hm???”

- ok when you’re half asleep you can’t really make out anything, so all the poor guy saw was a fucking demon

- the way he screamed and ran was hilarious, he did not sleep well for days, and clung onto you in bed or whenever he got a chance 🥲

- 100% done with your shit :)

- One time you pretended you were a sandcastle on the beach and waited for him to get closer before making your face pop out at him

- he smacked you with his hook. And… broke your nose 💀

- “…Sorry.”

- “…It’s fine. I’m sorry for trying to scare you.”

- you’re literally struggling to hold in your tears with blood pouring from your nose (BRO WHEN YOUR NOSE GETS SMACKED IT HURTS)

- he felt bad because you’re trying not to cry while sobbing. Poor guy didn’t mean to slap you with haki 💀 nor did he mean to break your nose in half

- he gave you a hug, and let you wear his coat as long as you want since it’s super cozy and fluffy. Also made sandcastles with you while you recovered

- after you felt better, and your nose was finally healed, you both went to the beach again to relax.

- He didn’t like going near the water so he just sat on a chair and watched you find seashells, little sea snails, and other stuff. You brought one back for him, and I swear you’re going to kill the poor guy because of how sweet you are 😭

- he found a mound of sand next to his chair and sighed, you’re trying to prank him again? Didn’t you ever learn?

- “y/n I know that’s you.”

- when there was no response, he grumbled and stood up, poking at the mound with a sigh.

- “Y/n. Please stop.”

- “Huh? Crocodile? Why are you poking that mound of sand?” -you

- his eyes widened as he turned around to see you standing there with a couple sea shells. Wait a damn minute, then what the fuck was this mound of sand doing here?!

- “CROCODILE THOSE ARE SAND SNAKES!”

- The snakes poked their heads out and poor Crocodile picked you up bridal style and started running as they chased you two

- “I THOUGHT IT WAS YOU!” -him

- “I’M NOT DUMB ENOUGH TO DO THAT AGAIN!”

- You gotta hand it to him, the first thing he did when he saw those snakes was pick you up and start running as fast as he could 😭 you were glad you had such a caring man :))) because doffy would’ve totally left you to die 💀

a/n - I feel bad for smoker

[the-fluff-piece]

Moving in together

Finally, you found a flat and will live together!

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

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

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Zoro

Doesn't own furniture

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

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

His clothes will fit in two drawers

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

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

Law

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

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

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

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

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

Sanji

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

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

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

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

Luffy

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

Will hang the walls with posters of insects

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

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

Smoker

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

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

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

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

[dexlexia]

haze - smoker x reader

pairing: smoker x reader rating: 18+ summary: “now.” he said, “what are you doing up so early?”he had come from the upstairs bedroom to see you cooking away at breakfast. He could tell from your constant yawning that you weren't exactly fully awake. tags: pwp, smut, gentle sex, morning sex, smoker can be a soft sometimes, wife!reader, minor breeding kink

  “now.” he said, “what are you doing up so early?”he had come from the upstairs bedroom to see you cooking away at breakfast. He could tell from your constant yawning that you weren't exactly fully awake. 

He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. Smoker had a sweet spot for you, after all you had been married for the last couple of years. Being a Marine meant late nights are early mornings, especially someone of his ranking. 

  “You should be asleep.” He said, “The doctor said you needed to recover.“ He kissed the top of your head before he went to the cupboard and grabbed some plates for you to serve the food on. 

You rubbed your side where the recovering injury was, it was layered in bandage dressings to make sure it stayed healing. You gave it a gentle pat before you folded the egg over into an omelet. ”I'll be fine. Plus, if I don't make you breakfast, who will?“

He sighed, ”I can make it myself or buy something on the way to the port.“ He tried to move you out of the way but despite your small stature you stood firm at your post in front of the stove. Soon he gave up and kissed the side of your head, ”Thank you, my dear.“ He reached over to hand you a plate where you put his omelet on. He kissed you once more before he went to the table. 

Smoker was a large man, he stood almost seven feet tall. But when it was the two of you alone in your home, he was very tender. He worried about you all the time, even when you were right beside him. He often struggled with not letting his worry take over him entirely and make him lose focus of his tasks as a marine. 

He saw how the bulky bandages moved under your shirt. His lips pressed into a hard line as he thought of what had happened to you. On the island you came home and pirates came as the Marines were off doing training. With no ships protecting the docks, a small band of pirates came to terrorize the town. 

You were brave however and stood your ground against a swordsman. Even if you weren't well trained in any particular weaponry, you got a hold of what you could and went to scare off the pirates. However it left you with a nasty wound from the tip of a sword that grazed you. 

  ”I'll survive.“ You told him with a smile when he came to the nearby hospital. You cupped his face and told him you loved him. Since then he had become your shadow, sometimes literally when the only way you knew if he was around was the smell of smoke. 

He started to eat while you made the second omelet. He kept his brown eyes on you while you cooked, admiring your back side as he took another bite of his food. He relaxed a little, your cooking was made from love and he could taste it in every bite he had. 

  ”I love you.” He said.

You looked over your shoulder at him, “I love you too, Smoke.” Then reached over to the counter and grabbed a bottle of hot sauce to add to your omelet. Because nothing started the same off right like some hot sauce. 

You plated the food, turned off the oven and left the pan on top to cool off. You sat yourself across from him at the table. Your foot brushed up against his ankle, he could feel the fuzzy slippers you always wore rub up against him. It was almost cute. 

  “You're working too hard." He remarked, ”I told you to leave everything and I will take care of it when I get home. I know you took down all the photos to dust.” He pointed his fork at you.

  “The dust was bothering my allergies.” You replied, “I really had no choice, right now the last thing I need to do it be sneezing.” You tried to appeal to his common sense but failed miserably.

  “Leave me a list, I will do everything you need me to do. There was no need to do that.” He said, "You need to heal, and pushing yourself further is only going to make it worse. If you were one of my men I'd have you tied to the bed.“ 

You smirked at him, “Oh, Smokey. I have been tied to the bed before, remember our honeymoon in the east? I remember you telling me it was the finest rope on the Grand Line.” Then happily took another bite. 

He blushed and choked on his food, he coughed into his elbow before he cleared his throat, “That's not what I meant.” Then went back to eating, “Don't distract me from my point. You need rest, I know you're going crazy but I can't have my wife getting hurt all over again. Not while I'm not able to protect you.”

You sighed, “Smoker, I can protect myself. I did it after all when those pirates attacked."

He gripped his fork, ”I'm not saying you're not capable. It's just if I came back to shore and found you dead, I would neve forgive myself. The person I'd become if I lost you.“ 

You looked down for a moment before you got up from your chair and rounded the table to him. You wrapped your arms around him as best as you could and kissed his head.  ”I know, I worry about you all the time as well. If something happened to you on the seas. I don't know where I'd be if I lost you.“ 

He looked at you and kissed you on the lips gently, ”I'd give my whole life to you. I love you.“ 

You smiled at him, ”I love you too, Smoker. Now why don't you finish up and get ready for the day.” You carefully got to sitting on his thigh and looked up at him, “Unless you have some time to spare.”

  “I'd hurt you.” He said as he picked up on the memo. The way you kept your eyes on him as you toyed with the bottom hem of your shirt. 

  “Not if I'm on top.” You remarked before you leaned in for a kiss and pressed one on his lips. It was sweet yet passionate as you got the t-shirt up over your bandaged wound. 

  "You'll make me late.“ He tried to argue. Deep down he wanted to, since you got hurt the two of you haven't been able to make love. He had been so worried about injuring you further that he barely kept his hands on you. 

You pressed another kiss, only to part it when you took your shirt off, ”You're in charge. They'll forgive you, there's no time to waste.“ You got off of him and made your way to the couch, Smoker's eyes were transfixed on your backside as you moved into the next room.

He followed you close behind, in the process he took off the undershirt he wore to bed and the pants he slept in. He sat on the couch, his cock was on full display and it was nothing short of impressive. You once compared it to a snake that lived on the island. He rolled his eyes and got embarrassed, he didn't want to hurt you when you two had sex. But after all this time you were accustomed to it. 

He helped you steady yourself as you straddled his waist. He tried not to touch your injury as you got into his lap then slowly sank down on his cock. You moaned and gripped onto the man's shoulders as you fully seated yourself onto his cock. 

  ”That's it.“ He said, ”That feels so good, my love.“ He placed his large hands on your waist and moved with your gentle movements. It was so tender and sweet, husband and wife making love before the husband went off to his job. 

He caught all the bad guys then returned home to his wife who made him a lovely dinner for him to eat his fill with. Even if the wife was working with a large wound and refused to rest. 

He kissed you again softly, he tasted like smoke and you moaned into his kiss. He was all encompassing, he really was like smoke. It warmed you all over to feel so close to him. 

He held onto you firmly, but not too tight that you'd hurt yourself. He pressed more kisses against your face and chest as he met your slow and easy pace. This was simple love making, not rough sex with a heightened climax. Just two people moving together to create pleasure. 

You kissed him once more as you felt an orgasm lap in your body like calm waves. Nothing a healing woman like yourself would find overwhelming. It was perfect and relaxed in every sense of the word. 

  "I love you.”

  “I love you too."

You combed your fingers through his hair delicately, feeling the white strands past your fingertips. You sigh contently. You softly pulled his head back and kissed him on the neck. No marks were allowed on the beloved Marine, who was damaging government property.

The rule was stupid, but you didn't want Smoker to get into any more trouble than he was going to be already. So you left soft kisses as you rolled your hips in time with his. You moaned softly into your kisses as you felt your core getting a work out. 

You felt pleasure approaching faster, like zips up your spine as you moved with each thrust. You leaned your head back and moaned as you held onto his shoulders and moved against him. 

  ”You feel amazing, my love.“ Smoker said as he continued to hold you against him. You felt perfect next to him even with the height difference. It was perfect. Like two halves of the same whole, perfect pieces of one another. Happy together. 

He kissed all over your face and you felt loved and adored. You held onto him and giggled as he kissed across sensitive spots. 

  ”You're not too bad yourself, Smokey. You feel so good too, I love you.“ 

  "I love you too, honey. For the rest of my life I'll love you. Never forget that.” He assured you as he continued to kiss up your neck. You continued to move your hips alongside him as the two of you made love on the couch. 

It wasn't long before the need to orgasm came closer. Your bodies felt warm together as the two of you moved, you felt this curl in his gut as you rode him. Your breasts softly bounced as you moved. You wanted to chase the orgasm, the undeniable pleasurable feeling that Smoker gave you when the two of you made love. 

  “You're perfect.”

You kissed his face softly, feeling every line in his skin, “Not as perfect as you, Smokey. I don't ever want anyone else. You're my husband for the rest of our lives, forever and always.” 

He smiled against your kisses on his face and held onto you as you continued to thrust up and down on his cock. You smiled at him before you continued to kiss his face. The sex felt amazing, it wasn't long before you felt the need become stronger.

So you worked your body against his until you finally finished around his cock. He groaned and tightened his grip on you slightly, as he thrusted up into you to reach his own climax.

As you came you pressed your mouth against his in a heavy, hot make out. When you started to come down from your high and the kisses became softer as you relaxed against him. You felt euphoric in that moment, especially when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his toned chest. 

  He was still careful about your injury though, he didn't want to press on it as he held you. He kissed the top of your head, ”That felt good.“ He soon picked you up and started to carry you back to the bedroom.

This was a good way to get you to finally rest to allow your injury to heal. He smiled down at you and you smiled up at him. He leaned in to kiss you one last time before he put you back into bed. 

  ”Rest.“

  ”Maybe.“

He sighed, ”Please, for me. I will be back tonight, and we can make something together. For now, rest. I love you.“ 

You yawned, coming down from your high and feeling at peace, ”Alright, alright, Smokey. You better come home to me, or else I'm coming to get you.“ 

  ”Of course, my love. Always.“ 

[mikoyamisheadcanonblog]

Smoker's Relationship Questions (1)

🚬Who wakes up first in the Morning:  🚬 Smoker would wake up first, being in the Marines he long trained himself to wake up before the crack of dawn, he wouldn’t get up right away as he sits in bed, and such as he is waking up and letting the blood flow. He will light a couple of cigars before getting up and heading to train in the morning, after training he will head to the shower and take a quick shower before gently shaking his S/O awake and such.

🚬Who is the first to fall asleep at night:🚬 His S/O drags him to bed and out of the office to bring him to work while his S/O is laying in his arms. He will have one arm around his S/O shoulder while he smokes the last of his cigar away thinking about his work and such before glancing at his S/O before brushing his S/O cheek and such and finding himself thinking about his S/O and such before smiling and going to sleep when the last of his cigar goes out.

🚬What they playfully tease each other over:🚬 He isn’t one for teasing much but he would tease his S/O by having them work in his office to stay longer and such with him. Or say something with such a dry commanding voice that was supposed to be funny but sounds funnier coming from him. He isn’t one to be teased, he would mostly just grunt and ignore his S/O if they ever tease him.

🚬What they do when the other’s having a bad day:🚬 His S/O needs to fully support the choices he is making. His bad days come from the innocent people being put in danger from the pirates or the Marines. Or the wrong judgments being made. He would need support from a strong person by his side supporting his choices but being a comfort for him when things go wrong. He will do the same thing for his S/O he isn’t romantic or good at comforting but more of having S/O face their problems but knowing he is there for them. If S/O feels like crying he will stand by his S/O side and have them cry on his shoulder. He is there for his S/O.

🚬How they say ‘I’m sorry after arguments:🚬 If he is wrong, he will apologize right away. He isn’t romantic or all cutesy gestures. He isn’t too proud where he will he admit he made a mistake and such and will talk about his mistake and what was said during the argument. If his S/O wants and Tashigi’s help he would get flowers to help with his apology. He will just take an apology from his S/O with that in private away from prying eyes would he pull them into a hug and kiss them on the temple.

🚬Which one’s more ticklish:🚬 His S/O is more ticklish than him. He doesn’t have a ticklish side. Would he do anything with his S/O ticklish side not really in the mood.

🚬Their favorite rainy day activities:🚬His S/O would have to push him away from his work and have them relax. He will join in after enough convincing with his S/O he will join them with whatever they do want. Watching a good cozy movie under blankets or watching the rain as it goes. He will have a small conversation with his S/O about work, politics, or their childhood, cuddling and keeping warm while whatever they are watching white noise for them.

🚬How they surprise each other:🚬 He isn’t one for surprises as he will give his S/O. With Tashigi’s help, he will surprise his S/O with flowers or jewelry or anything else his S/O wants. If left on his own, he would come back with an ugly stuffed animal or books on justice and such as he is usually clueless on what to get his S/O not that he doesn’t know his S/O he is just bad at gift-giving and surprises. The best surprise he gives his S/O is putting down his work and looking for his S/O for time alone. He is harder to surprise as he doesn’t show much reaction or anything but he would be surprised if his S/O plans alone time with him, makes his favorite dinner, and sits with him while working and chatting. He will put his work down and pull his S/O into his arm and give them soft kisses.  

🚬Their most sickening show of public affection:🚬He isn’t into PDA and would avoid it if he could. There will be the occasional brush of the back of the hand or such, but he will keep his S/O near him all the time and such with his S/O standing by him. He gets affection in private.

Other Relationship Questions 1 Zoro, Ace, Nami, Law, Sanji, Kid, Sabo, Killer, Shanks, Doflamingo, Crocodile, Luffy, Robin, Usopp, Koby, King, Smoker,

[lale-txt]

❈ 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰/ 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 & 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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

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

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

word count: 2.2k

“May I come in?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sexydoffyman]

Heya! I have been around for a while and I love your writing!

Could a request Katakuri, smoker and luffy react to their s/o having the same devil fruit powers as them?

Headcanons pls<3

Have a great day:))

SAME DEVIL FRUIT

genre: fluff slightly suggestive(Katakuri)

characters: Luffy, Katakuri, Smoker

word count: 357

A/N: WHOA something that definitely wouldn't happen in the op world. You are really challenging me! Btw thx for reading my work every time I see someone like it I go crazy. 🦎 Holliday really tires me for some reason.

LUFFY gomu-gomu no mi (timeline before sun god Nika)

-My man would be surprised

-At first, he starts questioning whatever he knew about devil fruits

-And he would be surprised by the fact that he didn't know that you even had a devil fruit

-And we all know Luffy. Just remember how he acted when he first saw general Franky.

-You know his silly ass is going to be on your tail for a while.

-He's going to be asking questions. A lot of questions.

-His eyes are shining bright with stars

-Maybe it is that he just saw something impossible, or it might be just him being excited to teach you Gear 2,3,4 or just excited that he can perform sick combos with you.

-Honestly, he's excited about everything

-protect this adorable demon

-Now he knows that your hugs with him will be a lot more fun

KATAKURI mochi-mochi no mi

-You really surprised him that is a fact

-He isn't surprised about the devil fruit. What surprised him was that you didn't tell him

-Now he realized that when you two "fought" all the time he pinned you down, you could have escaped quite easily

-He also realized that you were going easy on him

-He wanted a rematch

-He is pouting like a child

-He feels annoyed that you didn't tell him

-But don't worry, give him some doughnuts, and he will be back on his feet again

-He won't admit it, but he wants your mochi bodies to blend together in your private time

SMOKER moku moku no mi

-Now, this man is worried

-Number one, if some pirate experimented with devil fruits on you

-Number two, you probably will have a decent bounty on the black market in the underground

-You assure him that this is not something to be worried about and that you are very careful since he found out just now.

-He will be pretty proud for not telling anyone until you completely trust them

-He will hope that the Marines won't discover this because it could put you in crucial danger

-He is more practical about it

-Now, when he cuddles you, you and him will both feel cozy and comfortable covering each other in smoke

[kodydrs]

Was I Helpful? - Smoker

a/n: idk why, but cigarettes are so lana coded. hope everyone is having a good day. kisses. yk what you should totally do? should totally reply & reblog, as well as leave a request / ask in my inbox 😉

warnings : pretimeskip!smoker x pirate!reader, fxm, implied age gap, dom!smoker, sub!reader, pet names, blowjobs, oral (m.receiving), a lot of hair stroking, no use of y/n, not proofread, i’m bad at tagging

summary : pirate!reader is caught by pretimeskip!smoker

ib : none

request : yes / no

Smoker's eyes narrowed down at you, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

‘You're a curious one, aren't you? Always poking around where you're not supposed to be.’

You smiled sheepishly up at the Vice Admiral. Due to his insane height, he towers over you, casting a shadow over your figure. He chuckles, his voice low and gravelly. ‘I suppose it’s admirable in its own way. Not many will defy the rules as many times as you have.’

‘I don’t know if I’d call it “defying the rules”. Bending them, sure, but defying? Not really.’ You’re rocking back and forwards on your heels, hands clasped together.

This isn’t your first offence against the Marines. Stealing, damaging Marine property and threats against them were all on your list. The only problem was that this time, you’d been caught. Obviously not the first time, but the first time when it’d been by the Vice Admiral.

He folds his arms, looking at you.

‘I bet you bend a bit more than just the rules.’ Your face flushes and you start twiddling your fingers, suddenly feeling a growing urge to leave.

‘No…’ Smoker scoffs and grins.

‘I’m actually rather confident in my theory.’

Not knowing what to say, you press your lips together in a hard line. Smoker He leans in closer to you, his face just inches away from yours now.

‘I can tell there’s more to you than some lousy pirate who always targets Loguetown. And I think it’d be a shame to waste such potential.’

A shiver sprints down your spine and you bring your clasped hands to your lips, staring at the ground. His voice is smooth and deep, almost hypnotic. He takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, lifting your head up until you are forced to make eye contact with him.

‘Tell me, little girl. Why should I let you off the hook?’ You stare at his brown eyes and gasp, a sound that comes out as a quiet whimper.

‘Becaus-‘ He cuts you off mid sentence, gripping your chin tighter.

‘...Because…’ He trails off, leaning forward slightly, bringing his nose close to yours ‘...you've got something special inside you, haven't you?’

You bite your lip and nod slowly.

‘I could be helpful…’

He chuckles darkly, pulling away slightly.

‘Helpful how exactly?’ He’s teasing, running his hands along your waist gently. ‘Are you going to help me out or am I wasting my time here?’

‘I could help you find things.’ He smiles slyly, leaning in closer again.

‘Really? You think you can find what I need?’ He whispers into your ear once more, causing a shiver to run down your spine. ‘Then prove it.’

‘How?’

He brings his hand that was resting on your chin to your head, gently pushing you down to your knees. ‘Prove it.’ Your eyes widen and stare up at him, shaking by your current position. He grins, sitting back with you now between his legs. Cupping the back of your head in his hand.

‘Prove to me that you're useful, little doll.’ he says softly, bringing his other hand to run over your lips.

You nod, opening your mouth slightly and biting down on his thumb.

‘Good girl.’ He mutters, letting you go and stepping back. ‘You're definitely worth something after all.’

You hum at the praise, letting him control the motion of your head with his hand.

‘Now then…’ He continues, reaching out and grabbing both sides of your face firmly. ‘Let’s see how good you can be at listening. Open wide, doll.’

You do as told, letting your mouth fall and hang open. He smirks, pressing his thumb against your tongue as he undoes his belt with his other hands.

You watch patiently as he pulls his dick from his pants. You can practically feel your throat stretch as you look at him, saliva building up on your tongue.

‘Is that supposed to be a look of amazement on your face?’ He asks, pressing his throbbing cock against your lips. ‘Or are you just enjoying the view, little doll?’

You nod slowly, lips wet against his tip.

‘Both… sir.’

Leaning forwards so that he is hovering over you, he moves his hand out of your mouth and to your head. Without any further discussion, he presses himself into your mouth, groaning softly. You whimper around his dick, crying at the way it does in fact stretch your mouth and throat. Trying your best to take it but you gag and pull back, whispering apologies while you cough. He pulls back slightly, chuckling.

mYou're a bit too eager, doll.’ he runs a hand through your hair and it’s awfully comforting. ‘There’s no rush, so take your time to adjust.

You swallow, opening your mouth to take him again. You go down slowly this time, getting about 3 inches in before you have to pull back out.

‘Just like that, doll. Looking good.’ He praises, and you feel it go straight to your wet pussy. ‘Do your best and there’ll be no reason for me to force it all down.’

Each time, as you bob your head, you manage to take more and more of him and before you know it, your nose is pressed up against his pubic bone.

A deep groan arises from his throat and he leans back against his chair. His hand in your hair grips it tightly and his eyes close with his head back.

Now that you’d taken him all, you were set on the goal of getting him to the end. So each time you pulled him out, you’d stop at his head and suckle along the slit for a few seconds before going down again.

‘Damn, that's hot.’ He grunts, feeling the need to touch you but keeping his hands on your head. ‘Fuck, doll. Just like that.’

Your mouth is at his base when his hips buck into your mouth, making you gag around him. You stop moving for a moment before pushing past the slight sting and continuing what you were doing. Suddenly, he pulls you back off him.

‘Fuck, stop. I’m gonna cum.’ His voice is deep and broken and if it doesn’t turn you on. Innocently looking up at him, you wrap your hand around his hard cock, stroking it lightly.

‘Can I please make you cum with my mouth?’ You plead.

‘Not yet. J-Just keep doing what you’re doing.’ You pout but listen, somewhat annoyed that you’d come so far and he wouldn’t even let you finish him off properly. Bending the rules (something that you’re so very good at), you feather his shaft in kisses.

He watches you for a moment, then groans.

‘Shit...I can't take this.’ His hips starting to move on their own. ‘Just make me come. Please, doll.’ Your eyes light up and you wrap your lips around his tip, suckling and kitten licking it while still using your hand on the rest of him.

He moans loudly, his hips bucking him further into your mouth as you continue to torture.

‘Oh fuck. I’m gonna-‘ He starts, but can’t finish as he comes hard, crying out in pleasure. A high-pitch moan escapes your lips as white hot liquid shoots into your mouth, the stuff you can swallow pouring out the sides.

He gasps, panting heavily as he leans forwards and over you once again.

‘That… was amazing.’ You’re also panting, stroking him lazily while you lean your head against his thigh, kissing it weakly. He smiled at you, ruffling your hair with one hand as he pets you with his other. ‘You did great, doll. I don't think anyone could ever beat that blowjob.’

You nod again, letting go of his dick.

‘Was I helpful?’

He chuckled softly.

‘Yes, doll. Very helpful.’ He rests his hand on your head for a second before patting his lap. ‘Come ‘ere.’

It takes a minute for you to stand, but you do so with wobbly knees, moving to carefully straddling his lap.

‘You know it’s only fair if we get even now.’ She teased, rubbing 2 fingers against your clothed cunt. You groan, holding his shoulders tightly. You’re over sensitive, and he’s going to make the most of that.

He grins, moving his fingers slightly higher to your clit, pleasuring the small bud. You’re already a moan mess when he moves your panties to the side and plunges 2 fingers deep inside you, making you cry out and hide your face in his neck.

He thrusts his fingers deeply within you, reaching up to pull your head back so he can see you.

‘I love how responsive you are, doll..." He says breathily, running his hands through your hair as he keeps going.

‘Sir…’ you whimper. ‘I’m gonna cum, sir.’

‘Come for me, babydoll.’

Upon his command, you feel your orgasm unravel, making your whole body shake vigorously in his lap. He laughs softly, pulling his fingers out of you and wiping them against his pants. Your weak body flops against him and he allows you to stay like that for a while.

After a few minutes, you pull yourself together and stand, fixing your clothes as you return to the position you’d been in when you first entered the room.

‘Go on about your day, pirate.’ Smoker directs, lighting 2 cigars and waving you off. ‘But don’t let me see you again or I won’t be so kind as to let you off.’

You nod and before you know it, you’re sprinting off down to the docks of Loguetown, both of you knowing fully well you’ll be back to be helpful again.

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[vinnoa-articles]

Bantering Smoke

[Image by Eiichiro Oda]

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

Here are the links for the others.

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

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

Word count: 1,438

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

Characters: Smoker, reader (AFAB)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you like how I smell then?”

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

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

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

“So you think of me all the time?”

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

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

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

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

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

[spideysl0ve]

Hi! I love how you write so much! You do such an incredible job!

I was hoping maybe you could do a Smoker X Wife reader who is always making sure he isn’t neglecting his health.

We all know Smoky has to be a workaholic and a perfectionist so he is always determined to do his job 100% while neglecting his health. Meaning no sleep and forgetting to eat.

 . 𔘓 ؛ four times

⇢ masterlist

⇢ husband!smoker x wife!reader.

⇢ tw: fluff, gender-neutral reader, mild injury care, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: 4 times y/n, smoker’s wife, takes care of him.

the first time you took care of smoker was after a nasty skirmish at the harbor.

a brawl with a rogue group of pirates had left him bruised and battered, though, as always, he shrugged it off like it was nothing.

"it's just a scratch," he grumbled as you pulled him into your shared quarters, his coat slung over your arm after he'd stubbornly refused to leave it behind.

"scratch or not, you're sitting down," you countered firmly, guiding him to the chair by the window. "let me take a look."

he huffed but relented, muttering about how he'd dealt with worse. the sight of him, the man known for his imposing presence,reduced to a scuffed-up heap made your heart twist with concern.

gently, you rolled up his sleeve to reveal a gash along his forearm, not deep but angry-looking and raw.

"you really need to stop punching things with your bare hands," you teased, trying to keep the mood light.

"they deserved it," smoker replied, his gravelly voice tinged with pride.

"and now you're paying for it." you chuckled despite yourself, reaching for the first-aid kit.

as you cleaned and bandaged the wound, his eyes stayed on you, softening as your hands worked carefully but efficiently. it was rare for him to sit still like this, to let someone tend to him without protest.

"you don't have to fuss over me," he said quietly.

"i’m not fussing," you replied, tying the bandage securely. "i’m making sure you don’t bleed all over the place. big difference."

"still. thanks." his lips quirked into the smallest of smiles.

you brushed a hand gently over his knuckles before letting go. "always," you said softly. "now stop getting into fights you don’t have to."

"no promises," he muttered, but there was warmth in his voice now.

"figured as much." you sighed, shaking your head.

and though smoker might've never been one for overt displays of affection, in that quiet room, with the soft creak of the ship and your hands tending to his wounds, there was no denying the depth of the bond you shared.

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the second time you took care of smoker was after a long day of work, where he’d been out on a particularly frustrating mission. he’d come back late, his face pinched with exhaustion, and his usually sharp demeanour dulled from the weight of the day.

you found him sitting at the kitchen table, rubbing his temples, trying to shake off the tension in his neck. the moment he saw you, he grumbled a half-hearted greeting.

“rough day?” you asked, already setting a warm mug of tea on the table in front of him.

“you could say that,” smoker muttered, his eyes still unfocused. his whole posture screamed exhaustion, like every muscle in his body had been pushed to its limits.

you moved to sit beside him, your hand gently resting on his shoulder.

"come on," you said softly. "let me help you relax."

with a sigh, he leaned back in his chair, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as you began massaging his neck. the weight of his usual stoic demeanour seemed to melt away under your touch, and for the first time in a long while, he let himself be vulnerable.

“i’m fine,” he said, though the words were quiet, almost as if he didn’t quite believe them himself.

“yeah, i know,” you whispered. “but sometimes, even the toughest need to take a break.”

you continued working your fingers into the knots in his shoulders, feeling the tension slowly dissipate as he let out a soft sigh.

his hand rested over yours as you massaged his neck, a silent thanks, the touch more tender than he would ever say out loud.

"you always know how to make me feel better," smoker muttered, his voice low but genuine.

you smiled gently, brushing a strand of his hair away from his face. "it's the least i can do," you said, leaning closer to press a soft kiss to the top of his head.

for a moment, the world outside the kitchen faded away, leaving just the two of you in that quiet, peaceful space. and as you continued to help him unwind, it became clear that, even though he never asked for help, he always appreciated it when you were there for him.

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the third time you took care of smoker was on a day when he’d been buried in paperwork for hours. the sound of flipping pages and the occasional frustrated grunt was the only noise in the office, his eyes glued to the pile of documents that seemed never-ending.

you had noticed that he hadn’t taken a break in ages, barely even noticing the time pass as he worked. it was a familiar sight, one that often made you worry—he tended to push himself too hard, and sometimes he forgot to take care of himself in the process.

so, you decided to do something about it.

quietly, you walked into the room with a tray of food in your hands—nothing fancy, just his favourite dish of rice and grilled fish, a small bowl of soup on the side.

you set it down gently on the desk next to him, and his tired eyes flickered up at you, a flash of surprise crossing his face.

"i didn’t ask for food," smoker muttered, his gaze drifting back to the paperwork.

“i know," you said, offering him a playful smile as you slid the tray closer to him. "but you haven't eaten in hours. and if i have to keep reminding you to take care of yourself, i will."

he grunted, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips despite himself. he didn’t say anything else as you sat down across from him, simply reaching for the chopsticks and starting to eat.

you watched him for a moment, just enjoying the rare sight of him slowing down, his shoulders less tense as he took a break from his endless work.

after a few minutes, smoker finally spoke, his voice softened by the warmth of the meal. "you always know what i need before i do, huh?"

you gave a small, quiet laugh. "i’ve been with you long enough to know when you’re running on empty."

he didn’t answer right away, but you caught the way he looked at you, the slightest bit of gratitude in his tired eyes.

when the meal was finished, you gently cleared the tray and gave him a look that silently told him to rest.

he gave in, leaning back in his chair, allowing himself to take a breath.

"thanks," he said quietly, his voice sincere. "i don’t know what i’d do without you."

you smiled softly. "you’d probably eat instant noodles and get a headache from all that paperwork," you teased.

smoker chuckled under his breath, relaxing for the first time that day. “guess i’ll have to keep you around then, huh?”

“that’s the plan,” you said, your voice light with affection as you moved to sit beside him, content just to be in his company.

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the fourth time you took care of smoker was the quietest yet most intimate. after a long day of chasing down leads, dealing with paperwork, and handling countless responsibilities, smoker had barely kept his eyes open by the time he returned home.

as he slumped onto the couch, sighing deeply, you noticed how utterly exhausted he was. his usual sharp edge seemed dulled, his body slumped as if it couldn’t hold itself up anymore. you knew he’d been running on fumes for too long.

without saying a word, you quietly grabbed a blanket and draped it over his form, gently smoothing it down as you moved to sit beside him. smoker didn’t protest; he barely even looked up from his tired, bleary eyes.

“you should get some sleep,” you murmured softly, brushing a hand through his hair, trying to ease the tension from his shoulders.

he muttered something unintelligible under his breath, his body shifting slightly as if he wanted to pull away from the world, but he didn’t. instead, he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as if he knew that for once, he could let someone else take care of him.

“i’ll be fine,” smoker muttered, his voice thick with exhaustion.

you shook your head with a small smile, settling beside him more comfortably. “you’re always fine until you burn out, but tonight, you’re going to sleep. and i’ll be here when you wake up.”

he let out a deep, contented sigh, still wary but too tired to argue. the tension in his muscles slowly unravelled as he relaxed under the warmth of your touch. you sat beside him, not speaking, simply existing in the quiet moments.

eventually, smoker drifted off to sleep, his breathing soft and even. you didn’t move, not wanting to disturb him. instead, you stayed close, keeping watch as he rested—his peace was all that mattered now.

you could feel your eyelids growing heavy, but you stayed alert, the quiet weight of his presence beside you keeping you grounded.

smoker had always been the one to protect others, the one who carried the burden alone, but tonight, you were there to share the weight of the world with him, even if only for a while.

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[smokersbaby]

Lazy Mornings

Character: Smoker Reader: AFAB!reader in mind, no pronouns used WC: +1,8k Summary: established relationship, cuddling and snuggling, sex TW: praising, mutual masturbation (receiving), cockwarming, unprotected sex, creampie (no breeding kink included)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

That morning neither of you two managed to leave your comfy, shared bed: the sun was already high in the sky, and some light rays filtered through the thin curtains hitting straight in your eyes bothering your sleep.

Smoker was right beside you, with his arms wrapped around your body to keep you close in a warm embrace. The previous evening he fell asleep just like that and didn't move an inch in his slumber, as if you were his plushie to hug all night long.

Before the beginning of your relationship, you didn't expect him to be so needy of having you this close to him, but it turned out that, probably, he was the clingiest of the two when alone with his partner.

You were so accustomed to his presence at night that the first times he had to sail for his missions as a Vice Admiral after you two began your relationship, you found yourself waking up in the middle of the night looking for him in your bed, just to find his side of the bed cold and empty, leaving a void in your chest and a brutal feeling of loneliness.

But oh, how sweet it was when Smoker returned from his missions, running towards you after so long time apart, wrapping your body with his arms in the most snuggly hug ever and kissing your forehead as if you were the most precious being on the Earth. Seeing him this happy was rare, but he was on cloud nine when he managed to spend night after night with you, having the opportunity to have his partner all for himself away from prying eyes.

That morning wasn't different: the way he was holding you made you feel so protected and spoiled. You were wearing only a long T-shirt as your pyjama and he, as always, was only in his boxers since he didn't like any kind of other clothes covering his body. You felt his breath on your neck as he was beginning to slowly wake up from his slumber, kissing your neck softly.

"'Morning…" he mumbled, you could sense the sleepiness in his voice, his lips still on the side of your neck tracing kisses up to your ear. A quiet moan escaped your lips feeling him already so needy for you, sensing his hard cock against your back since he woke up, his hands already under your T-shirt and squeezing a bit your chest.

His other hand slipped down between your legs giving you chills, in that moment you could imagine him smiling behind you as he felt nothing but your bare skin down there since you were accustomed to sleeping without your panties on. Because he was serious and tough most of the time, it was a delight seeing him so needy for you as if you were his favourite meal to devour in the morning instead of having breakfast.

Greedy hands caressing your inner tights and getting close to your core, just to find out how wet you were already because of the way Smoker was touching your soft skin. His fingers rubbing the soft spot between your legs were sending shivers down your spine, slow and delicate circular movements just as he knew you liked them, listening to how your body reacted to his touches.

He was so good at this, not because of his previous experiences, but mostly because of how he liked to take his time with you without rushing things, asking you how you liked it and questioning if he was being too hard or gentle when pleasuring you with his digits. His right hand was between your legs and the other holding softly your face to kiss your lips while doing that, Smoker knew how much you liked it.

You needed more, his hands weren't enough for you at that moment since the only thing you could think about was Smoker's cock buried deep inside of you. Even only cockwarming him would have been the best thing ever while cuddling like that in the morning. You pulled his hand away from your core and you immediately felt Smoker about to ask you why were you doing that, but the second after you started grinding your hips against his lap to show him how much you needed him to fill the void between your legs.

No need to tell him twice: Smoker grabbed his length and started teasing your dripping entrance with his tip, his teeth nibbling your ear and him praising you for being so good with him. "Let me fill you… you're so needy y/n...". With those words, Smoker pushed himself deep inside of you, his hands on your hips to push you closer to him while still spooning you. Your body twitched as he stretched your cunt so sweetly and you couldn't help but whine out his name as he did so.

Then, as if he could read your mind, he stood there, cock buried so deep inside of you up to his base, his balls pressed against your ass without moving an inch to let you cockwarm him. He continued kissing and biting your neck, he wanted to see how much you would have last without moving your hips against him to get some friction.

It was a game you didn't want to lose, and the first who moved an inch would have lost it. But his kisses were dragging you down as if he wanted you to give up, him biting your lower lips and slowly going down your neck leaving little bite marks all over it. You could hear his low groaning as his hot lips stood there against your skin.

His hands reached your chest again under your t-shirt, this time a bit more insistently, pinching your nipples knowing it was your weak spot. "Come on… I know you want it…" he whispered with a raspy voice, almost begging you to start moving your hips and not just cockwarm him. You couldn't take it anymore, the tease had to come to an end and, even if it meant losing this game, you started to slowly grind against him, feeling that sweet friction between your sexes that you have been yearning for so long.

"I won" he whispered, a hint of a smile on his face as he was so proud of himself since you give in before him. You may have lost but you were the one setting the pace right now and you were about to show him what you were capable of even from that position that didn't guarantee much space to move freely.

The way your booty started moving so sensually as if you were the one fucking him in the spooning position made Smoker slip a low groan from his mouth. You were taking him so well inside of you, not fast but deep and sluggishly, and every time you moved forward letting his cock almost slip out of you, Smoker grabbed your hips to push it almost way deeper than the previous thrust, his tip hitting the very end of you.

That slow pace was killing him, he needed more but since you were moving for him so sweetly he decided to let you set the pace and not ruin that special moment unless you wanted otherwise. That's exactly what you wanted, him to take care of you, fucking you in the bedsheets while your bodies were entangled in a warm embrace.

You stopped moving your hips, making him twitch a bit for the sudden lack of pleasure as soon as you did that. "Take care of me Smoker" you mewled turning your head a bit to kiss him. It was the sign he was waiting for and he couldn't wait more, his cock was already aching for the lack of friction you gave him by stopping your movements.

His hands were gripping your hips gently but firmly as he began to thrust inside of you, way faster than the pace you settled before. God, you couldn't believe how this man fucked both your body and mind like that. You didn't care about seeming a bit too loud with your moans, no way you could contain them when he was fucking you so good, every thrust better than the previous and him groaning in your ear telling you how good you felt.

As if it wasn't enough to make you grip the bedsheets in bliss, Smoker returned to your sweet spot with his hand rubbing it less gently than before, still with a touch he knew you liked, but he was too involved in fucking you that his mind couldn't focus also on pleasing you with his hands. You used your hand to help him guide his finger's movements. You could have done that yourself for sure, but his touch was different and even if it was a bit clumsy right now, it was enough to send you over the edge.

His sloppy thrusts made you understand how close he was too, one hand on your waist to feel every inch of your body and the other still pleasuring you. He was losing himself in you and that was exactly what you wanted. Smoker placed his lips on yours so suddenly that made your stomach flutter because of how he devoured you with that kiss, your climax hitting right in that perfect moment and making you quiver, him muffling your moans with his mouth on yours.

Not even the time for you to recover from your peak that Smoker reached his too, low groans filling the room and him filling you up to the brim with his cum, a feeling you were never tired of. He slowly stopped to pound inside of you as he gave you to the last drop of his load, and then he stayed there deep inside of you, without any intention of pulling out soon.

As you recovered catching your breath, Smoker soothed the little love bites on your neck with his lips, kissing the spots without missing every single mark he gave you. You turned your head a bit towards him just to smile and have his lips on yours once more, either of you was tired of loving each other.

"I love you" he whispered snuggling against you while still inside of you, how sweet Smoker's aftercare was as if he loved that little moment between finishing making love to you and beginning to do it again in a lazy morning like that, not going to let you leave the bed just to spend the day with you between cuddles and kisses.

[wurm-food]

Smolder | Smoker x G/N!Reader

prompt inspiration from @bulle-blackhole: "An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose."

wc: 1.2k | cw: mutual pining, smoking, shot gunning, drinking (not excessive), suggestive at the end but still SFW | read this on ao3!

a/n: ok ok ok you all got me, I'm in to Smokey now. this prompt felt so perfect for him and it kind of wrote itself. enjoy!

The sounds of clinking glasses and soft music drifted into the cool, nighttime breeze. The last of the men from G-5 could be heard pouring back out into the streets, continuing their night of debauchery. It was a hard fought day, so naturally there was a need to celebrate. Captain Tashigi had left on her own to get a well deserved night of sleep, it was exhausting to keep the wildest of the Marines in line. 

Vice Admiral Smoker hunched over the bar, pulling a fresh cigar from his coat to light. Smoke billowing from his lips, he turned his gaze back to you from across the room. You waited patiently on the balcony ledge just outside, chin in your hand as you looked out at the sea. He figured you’d have your own plans for the evening, but you decided to keep him company for another drink. You’d always had your own motivations. Whatever those were, he was glad you’d stayed behind. Two crystal tumblers of whiskey appeared with a thud against the bar, breaking his focus on you. Placing his cigar between his teeth, he made his way back to you with drinks in tow. 

He wasn’t sure what to make of you when you were first assigned to him all those years ago. New Marines were typically too green or too foolish to stand on their own, not without firm guidance and a good kick in the ass. But you learned quickly, took pride in your duties, and became a fine Marine quickly. So much so, you were whisked away by former Captain Hina for your talents. He’d hear a passing word about you from time to time, admiration from your superiors, even your ascension to officer ranks. As you rose higher and blossomed in your career, he pushed an unnameable feeling deeper within himself.

And now here you were, back in his life after all this time. He handed you your glass as you smiled, silently raising it towards his own before tilting your head back for a gulp. Observing you out of the corner of his eye, he noted the curve of your jaw, the flex in your neck, the subtle remnants of liquor that lingered on your lips as you pulled the glass away. A curious, confident grin spread across your face as you swirled your whiskey glass between your fingertips. That sinking, burning feeling returned in his chest stronger than ever.

“Mind if I try?” you nodded towards the cigar that he held between his teeth. Smoker raised an eyebrow at your request, taking another drag before exhaling over his shoulder.

“Didn’t take you for the type.” he commented, maintaining his eye contact with you before offering the cigar between his fingers. 

“Yeah, well… spending time with Rear Admiral Hina must have rubbed off on me.” You plucked the burning roll of tobacco from his gloved hand, grazing his fingers along the way. You watched his eyes follow your hand to your mouth, your heart drumming in your chest. After all, it was your idea to be reassigned to G-5 and reunite with the man who taught you everything you knew, the man who never ceased to cross your mind.

“Old habits die hard, I guess.”

He swallowed hard at your remark, breathlessly following the smoldering cigar as it connected to your lips, spellbound through the lingering cloud of smoke. 

Unfortunately for you, your time as a smooth talker was over as you took the overly ambitious drag of his cigar. Fire spread through your lungs as you coughed, hot tears welling up in your eyes. “Fuck–” you reached for your glass of whiskey to ease your suffering. “How can you stand those?”

“Heh,” he scoffed, a smile curling at his lips as he reclaimed his cigar. Your face was red with anguish and embarrassment, eyes glassy with tears below your furrowed brows. “You can’t be good at everything, Rookie.”

“Vice Admiral,” you croaked, glaring at the name you could never shake from him. “With all due respect. Shut up.”

Smoker belly laughed, taking another puff triumphantly. You were never afraid to push his buttons, even as a subordinate. You had guts and he admired that about you greatly. As you finally broke from your frustration with a weak chuckle, he couldn’t help but note how his heart swelled, that feeling that only came from you. He took a swig from his whiskey glass before turning to face you fully.

“You know, I can help you. If you want.”

You took your last sip from your glass before setting it down. You carefully observed the gentleness of his features, the softness around his tired eyes.

“Alright, I’m listening.”

Smoker took a few puffs of his cigar, eyes not leaving yours. He reached his hand out in front of your face and motioned you closer. Your eyes widened, but you complied. His large hands were gentle to the touch, cradling your chin between his fingers while his thumb ever so slightly pushed your jaw further open. 

Your lips drew close to inhale the tobacco Smoker passed to you. The tinge of liquor off his breath and warmth of his skin millimeters away intoxicated you, the intimacy made it hard for you to even breathe over the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears.

As you drew away to exhale, your bottom lip grazed against his accidentally. His lips were softer than you imagined, even the fleeting touch sent your head spiraling. You opened your eyes to meet his warm umber gaze, your face still held in his hand like a precious object. You turned your head slightly to exhale, but didn’t leave his grip. His eyes flickered down to your lips, a slight pink tinging his face below heavy lidded eyes. A moment had presented itself and you decided to seize it.

But before you had the chance to make your move, Smoker’s lips enveloped yours, the scratchiness of his stubble striking against your skin. He was tender and purposeful, every inch of contact savored as years of pining from the both of you finally came to a sweet conclusion. You ran your fingers through his ashen hair as he pulled you closer, melting under your touch. The two of you had long forgotten the world around you, all there was to do was to pour yourselves into each other.

You broke your kiss for a much needed breath, only to find Smoker’s eyes widened in panic. He smoothed his hair back and took a final swig of his drink, cheeks fully reddened. “That was– I shouldn’t have– we–”

“Hey,” you reached for his hand that kept messing his hair. “Do you wanna get out of here?”

All you could do was smile at the flustered man, his eyes calculating his next move. He ashed his cigar in the balcony ledge before returning your smile, pulling you by the hand from the bar and into the night.

[the-fluff-piece]

Slippery slope

A short sexy smoker smut story (actually just a drabble but story has an s and I wanted that)

He wants to obey the marine's "no sex" rule, but like every rule he needs to interpret it. Just a little more...

Smoker is dating you. You're his subordinate - too bad there's a rule against fraternization in the marine.

He may not like the rules, but he has to live by them. Kind of.

He is pretty sure that it just means actual sex is forbidden, so he thinks it's okay to make out with you, as long as nothing sexual happens.

So after a long day, he decides to kiss you and hold you in his arms just for a bit. You taste so good, you're so warm and sweet, he cannot help but get a bit more demanding in his kisses.

As things get more heated, he decides that touching your breasts is still OK, no breaking of rules here. So he pushes up your shirt and bra to pinch your nipples and squeeze them. Since touching is permitted, he may just as well suck on your nipples.

When you start to moan and rub against him, he is pretty sure that it would be rude to just let you hang like that. After all, it's not sex if no one sticks anything anywhere down there. He starts to touch your vuvla, through your trousers. It already feels hot and you obviously need more. It's a bit awkward, with all the cloth between his hand and you. He decides just hand stuff is absolutely safe. As long as his Penis isn't involved, it's no fraternization.

He sticks his hands in your pants to rub your clitoris, you're super slick and hot. Feeling up and down between your folds, circling your clitoris, his fingers get wet and slippery. Mainly by accident, his fingers slide inside of you, oops!

Now that he's already here, might as well fuck you with his fingers. He knows that he has big hands, it's surely already satisfying to you. So wet and soft, how great would it feel against his cock?

No, that's forbidden!

Although his boner does start to hurt as he's getting more and more worked up. His hand is now moving in and out of you fast, the wet sound, mixed with your moans, it's too much. He drops his pants, just to alleviate the pain, nothing more.

Seeing you on your back, panties pushed to the side and breasts naked, he thinks it would be such a waste if he didn't at least get a little taste of you.

As long as it doesn't go in, it's still absolutely fine, no worries! He rubs the hot, red head of his cock between your labia and almost cums from the sensation. Your wetness makes it glide effortlessly, the head is large and tickles all the right spots between your legs. The crown of his cock already gatheres your wetness in thick strands.

It's so slick, he glides into by accident.

"Fuck" he mutters as he looks at the delicious sight of what he has just done. But it's just the tip. If it's not in all the way it can hardly be called sex, he assures himself.

The man is huge, his cock is, too. Just the tip is stretching your entrance wide as it glides in and out, just a bit.

"Feels so good..." Smoker moans, and loses control for just a split second. His hips jerk involuntary and his cock glides in all the way, hitting the end of your vagina.

"FUCK" He curses. But well, now it happened. He won't break the rules any more than he already has, might as well fuck you all night.

[doctorgerth]

a/n: Ngl, this piece had me kicking my feet ahhh I’m down so bad for Smoker 🥰 He’s such a grumpy gus when he’s in love <3 Not sure if I really captured Smoker/Tashigi’s relationship well here, my apologies! Read to find out if Smoker gets a lil lip action or not! 😉💕

pairing: Smoker x GN!Reader

word count: 1.6k

candy heart prompt: Miss You — Missing the Other

SMOKER + MISS YOU

You’d been away on your mission for a few days now and Smoker wasn’t handling it well.

The Marines were uneasy, sensing their Commander’s own unease taking over the entirety of the base like a thick fog. Most avoided his presence unless directly commanded by him as they noticed he was grumpier than usual, enforcing mundane tasks out of frustration and rebuking his subordinates for even the tiniest of mistakes. One person was able to place Smoker’s discontent, and she only gently teased him about it.

“It seems a little gloomy without (Y/N) around. Don’t you agree, sir?” Tashigi spoke up in the quiet office as she organized a drawer in one of the filing cabinets.

He only grunted, not even bothering to look up as he continued scanning documents, scribbling notes, and signing his name. Tashigi spent a lot of time organizing papers that could keep her superior distracted enough to lessen his fussing at Marines undeserving. He preferred seclusion anyhow, that much she understood. What she failed to understand was that she was encroaching on said seclusion. Especially as she kept pushing the subject of you. Wasn’t the point of all this to keep him from thinking of you?

“I hope (Y/N) is okay. I wonder how the mission is going. Do you think they’ve met any interesting people?”

The idea of you meeting people, both dangerous and friendly, left a bitter taste in his mouth. He was fully confident in your capabilities, he wouldn’t have signed off on your mission otherwise, but the fact that he was not there to ward off anybody with any sort of ill intentions towards you made his gut twist. Smoker didn’t even want to think about the friendly ones. Who was making you laugh, keeping you company, who you might be interested in. He’s always felt a sense of protectiveness towards his subordinates, but there was something entirely different in his sense of protectiveness towards you. He’d never felt jealous in regards to his other subordinates, to put it plainly.

Tashigi was rambling while Smoker’s thoughts were once again riddled with you. Your name curved easily along a signature line meant for him as your name slipped past his mentee’s mouth in every other sentence. He mentally cursed and balled up the paper, throwing it at Tashigi’s forehead to shut her up. She gasped as it bounced off her glasses, making them crooked in the aftermath, and landed on the floor with a soft thud.

“What exactly are you trying to do here, Tashigi?” he growled. If she said your name one more time…

She glared at him as she straightened her glasses and picked up the paper, unfurling it much to his horror but he remained stoic as her eyes lit up with pure amusement upon reading his penmanship of your name, “Just trying to get you to realize that you miss them. That’s all, sir.”  

“And what good do you think that will do?” he barked out. He was painfully aware that he missed you from the moment you stepped off base. It wouldn’t bring you back any sooner, and it wouldn’t make him feel any better by coming to terms with it.

“Have you told them how you felt?” she pushed. Always pushing.

Could she see the red heat he felt creeping up his neck? “I’m not having this discussion with you. You can either leave my office or I’ll have you fired for inappropriate conversations in the workplace.”

Tashigi pursed her lips, muttering under her breath, “Well, in that case you should be fired for having inappropriate feelings in the workplace.”

“What was that?” Smoker bellowed as he stood from his chair, nearly biting his cigars in half. He felt his right eye begin to twitch and he had half a mind to throw another paper ball at her. Maybe enough paper balls from the entire stack of the piss-poor distracting paperwork.  

Tashigi waved her hands in front of her in surrender, “Nothing! What I meant to tell you is that (Y/N) is…”

“Stop saying their name!”

“I’ve only been gone for five days and you two are already bickering?” Your voice echoed down the hall and he wondered if was imagining your voice again. Yet there you were, standing in his office, not a scratch on you as you sported that comforting smile on your face he’d missed so much. He felt his shoulders relax as he exhaled the breath he’d been holding since you left.

“Returning today,” Tashigi finished, turning to you with a salute, “Welcome back, Captain.”

“It’s great to be back,” you grinned, keeping your eyes trained on the tall, speechless, white-haired Marine officer standing stiff behind his desk, “I missed the G-5.”

After a quiet moment of longing stares, his body finally began working as he discarded his cigars in the ashtray and his boots echoed heavy as they approached you. Such a simple thing, but you missed the sound of them. Now that he was standing before you, towering over you, you realized you missed the smell of smoke too, along with the warmth he constantly radiated when standing so close. Your body reacted to every sense of him. You missed him dearly.

Tashigi quietly slipped out, gently closing the door behind her as she left to finally give her superior the privacy he’d wanted.

“Didn’t miss me too bad, did you, Commander?” you teased, stepping closer, an unseen force pulling you closer to him. That same force tugged consistently at your heart for the five long days you were away.

He smiled, a notion reserved only for you, as he pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “Only a little, I suppose.”

There it was, that tension between the two of you that only grew stronger with each moment you were alone. It felt near suffocating after your time apart. You knew he didn’t speak to anyone else like this, didn’t stand so close to anyone else like this, didn’t look at anyone else like this. You were something else to him, and he to you. Something beyond Marine rankings and camaraderie. As shameful as it was for a Commodore to pursue his subordinate, you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold your feelings back. You’d hoped your mission would have cleared your head, but it only drew you closer to him. Made you crave his affections even more.

Intimate touches have been exchanged in secrecy between the two of you as feelings were realized, but you needed to feel his lips against yours. To know for sure that he wanted this too. You wanted so desperately to make this agonizing yet exhilarating tension tangible. The way he continued to hold your chin up, brown eyes reflecting the loving stare you offered him, forehead colliding softly with yours, it felt as if the pieces were finally falling into place.

His eyes were first to flutter close, making your heart do somersaults in your chest, and as you followed suit, you felt the ghost of a kiss along your lips before the echoing purururu of his Den Den Mushi made the two of you jump.

Smoker’s eyes opened, staring down at you as if he was seeking your approval to ignore the call. He could care less if the entire world was ending. All that he wanted was standing right in front of him. He didn’t want to lose this moment.

“You’d better answer that.” Your hand caressed his cheek, thumb grazing across his stubble as you reassured him, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He groaned loudly, like a child throwing a tantrum, and stomped over to his desk, answering the phone with distinct annoyance, “What the hell do you want?”

Silence. His furrowed brows softened, face slackened.

“Yes, sir. I understand. Thank you.”

You grew a bit worried, unable to read him as he hung up the receiver with a quick gacha. Smoker ran his fingers through his hair, making you feel overwhelmed with adoration and anxiety as you waited with bated breath.

“Is everything okay?” You were almost afraid to ask.

Another long beat of silence. You were sure you weren’t breathing at all, until he finally relayed the message with a smirk on his face.

“I got promoted to Vice Admiral.”

The happy sound you emitted was sure enough to alert the whole base as you threw your arms around his neck and squeezed him tight. Smoker squeezed back eagerly, cherishing the feeling of having you in his arms. He was unable to express it, but he hoped you knew that he was glad you were the first person he got to tell; that you were by his side when he got the news. Climbing the ranks to increase his ability to act freely has always been his goal, but the promotion felt a bit sweeter having you to celebrate with.

Tashigi returned to the room out of concern, coughing awkwardly when she caught the two of you still locked in an embrace. When Smoker shared the news, passers-by overheard and entered the office with almost hesitant congratulations. Soon enough, his entire office was full of subordinates all congratulating their new Vice Admiral. Pride swelled in your chest as he shook the hands of his subordinates and offered light smiles of thanks. So many smiles in a day — was it possible to fall even harder for him?

When everyone was preoccupied in their own conversations, Smoker bent down and whispered in your ear, “They’re hosting a banquet for all who received promotions at Headquarters. I want you to come with me.”

As if your heart couldn’t feel any fuller, you were sure to burst as you grinned from ear to ear, whispering back and squeezing his hand discreetly, “I’d be glad to.”

a/n: Soooo close! But still some happy moments here! This ending was almost entirely different (and lamer tbh) but the idea of Smoker finding out he was promoted to Vice Admiral with reader seemed like such a special moment to me and one that doesn’t *entirely* ruin the missed smooch moment. That’s another one safe until Round Two! Perhaps our next character won’t be so lucky…or will, if you consider a kiss pretty lucky. ❤️

[sleepyhead0720]

this might be a bit of an odd request but how do you think smoker would react to be in an arranged marriage?

This one was a lil hard to do-

Masterlist

Smoker in an arranged marriage

-He….doesn’t know how to feel tbh

-sure he knows that this was important and he knows it’s for the best but, a full marriage?

-He was kind of hoping that after he retires he’d me able to find someone.

-he wouldn’t really complain much cause he wants the best for the marines so he’ll do it without complains

-He also knows that you don’t wanna marry some random guy so he’ll try his best to make it comfortable for the both of you

-Other then that it’s like you two don’t even know eachother

-Even if he doesn’t love you romantically, he has this urge to protect you at all costs even you if don’t even like him back

-He sometimes asks your opinion on something whenever he needs one

-He’s very loyal surprisingly considering that the both of you don’t like the other romantically

-You two will probably just stay close friends or just friends I’m general

-For some reason, even if he doesn’t like you romantically he always has this urge to do stuff he’d normally do with someone he does love

-like asking you opinions, being loyal to you, protecting you etc!

-if he does fall for you, there’s no way he’s going to confess first.

-you’ll have to be the one too

-overall he’s pretty chill and sweet towards y out since he knows that you were forced to marry him too and wants to make it comfortable for you

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