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honeyshiddendesire · 13 days

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Smoker x Female Reader - Love

Warnings: Vaginal penetration, praise kink, Strangers meeting in a bar, going back to your place, belly bulge, size kink/difference, mating press, overstimulation, mentions of pussy eating

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Smoker watched you on the other side of the bar denying patron after patron that flirted with you and couldn’t help the smirk that started to paint his face. He wondered if you were high maintenance or just super picky, the idea of a challenge that didn’t involve pirates piqued his interest and quickly he found himself smoothly making his way over to you. Sitting beside you calmly without even glancing at you just to see if you’d look first, and being the wise older man he was he was right. Your eyes sneakily taking a peek only to widen as you shyly scanned his physique, face going darker and pupils blowing with obvious desire at the mystery man that sat beside you.

“Need a drink, love?” Smoker asked, finally turning to look at you with a charming smirk, loving how you couldn’t even form a word and just cutely nodded. Bingo! After a couple drinks you became more open even accidentally spilling how you came to find some fun but no one caught your eye till he came along. It might not be known but Smoker did love pleasing pretty girls like you, so after downing his drink and slamming the glass he leaned toward your ear with a smirk.

“Tell me love…want to get outta here so I can give you that fun you were looking for.” Smiling all pretty at him he took that as a yes and escorted you out.

Quickly you made it back to your place and found yourself naked in a second, Smoker, you learned his name was had you taken care of like never before. Pussy slick from round after round of making you cum on his tongue and fingers alone all the while spilling sweet praises to you.

“Dammit love you taste so good, too bad those other guys in the bar couldn’t get their hands on ya.” Smoker grunted as he licked his lips of your essence, your chest rising and falling at a rapid rate as you stared at him with half lidded eyes. Your hands above you from gripping the sheets and he only grinned as he undid the belt of his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his cock that made you gasp.

He was hung like a fucking horse, thick and veiny, with a length that made your mouth drool but brain panic. He already stretched you with three of his amazingly thick calloused fingers like no one's business but you still wondered if he would even fit. Smoker only worsened your panic as he stroked his cock and laid it on your stomach, the tip barely an inch below your belly button. “Oh don’t you worry love I’ll take it nice and slow for ya.”

Slowly entering his fat tip causing you to gasp and hiss, nails clawing at his shoulders as he held your legs back and open for him. “Take a breath for me love and just relax. I’ll have you feeling good in no time princess, just you wait.” Smoker’s deep groan made you shiver and unintentionally tighten around him, “Oh fuck love. Careful squeezing me so tight or I won’t take it easy on you.”

With every slow inch that he pushed inside of you your mind went numb and quickly you found yourself begging for more, “Please! Please Smoker, I can take it!” Smoker only raised a brow at your begging but he lived to serve, he was a marine after all. So sliding into your cunt with a forceful thrust that knocked the wind out of you he couldn’t help but curse, “Fuck ~ that’s it love. Knew just by looking at you that you could take some dick.” Shaking your head in agreement you only clawed at his broad shoulders more as you felt him deep in your stomach, something no one else has managed to do for you.

Giving a loud whistle Smoker couldn’t help himself as he placed one of your legs on his shoulder so he could push down on the bulge in your tummy. “Would you look at the love~so far inside ya your stomachs poking out. Damn that’s a good look on you girl.” He couldn’t take waiting after seeing something like that and found his hips moving like they had a mind of their own. Pulling all the way out till your stomach dropped only to slam back in filling you all the way up with a raspy moan leaving him. “Ah fuck love that’s it.”

“AH! Yesyesyes! Fuck that feels so~ goood~!” Your screams were loud and high pitched making his ego grow by each thrust he gave you.

His cock stretching you so full you found yourself gushing the fastest you ever have, arms falling above your head and he only smirked at the way you gripped the sheets. Each powerful thrust making your tits bounce and he leaned down practically bending you in half so his greedy mouth could lick and swirl around your sensitive nipple. A moan leaves him as he pushes your legs further back to make room for his wide shoulders, mouth never removing from your breast. Licking and sucking marks to remember him bye.

“O~oh fuck yes! S-Smoker!” You whined as he nipped at your nipple, sucking at your skin till he reached your neck. “What’s up love? You gonna soak my cock again. Such a good pussy taking me all the way. You’re doing so good for me ya know that?” His words made you shiver but a gasp left you as you felt him sneak a hand to your aching clit, whimpers of his name leaving your drool glistened lips. “Go ahead, love I know you want. Get my cock all nice and wet love so I can keep on fucking you till you pass out.”

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extrashortshorts · 9 months

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hi i love your one piece animal art it’s so cute 🥺 I was just wondering if you have any animal for smoker? He’s one of my favorite characters and I really am curious as to what animal you would pick for him!

Ty!

I think bear, pelican or husky sounds right 🤔

He is mad

#words #one piece #op animal au #smoker #vice admiral smoker

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lale-txt · 6 months

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❈ 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

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“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.

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tinfairies · 7 months

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Hi, It’s me the perpetual pain in the ass can I get

Yandere captain smoker headcanons

Please, Thank you your amazing

Yandere Captain Smoker Headcanons

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Contents: stalking, purposeful endangerment, unwilling voyeurism, exhibitionism, controlling behavior

As soon as you catch his eye, it's all over for you. He won't stop until he has you.

Smoker starts off friendly enough, attempting to lure you into a false sense of security.

That's all he wants to do, really. He just wants to protect you.

He'll stalk you relentlessly, and knows your schedule like clockwork. If you're late, or do something out of the ordinary, he gets upset.

Smoker will purposefully put you in dangerous situations, although you're completely unaware of course.

He wants to swoop in and save you, making you indebted to him, although he'll say it's really no problem.

Likes to touch himself during your conversations, he'll slyly grope his cock as you speak. Focusing his eyes on your lips and imagining them doing something more productive.

He has came under his desk many times, and you've been completely oblivious.

One day, Smoker wants to make you finally shut up with his cock. Shove your head down and make you gag on his length.

Watches you sleep and spreads your legs nice and wide to play with you, just to see what makes you tick. He knows your body better than you do by the time you consensually become intimate with him.

Smoker is very controlling, and will determine when you eat, sleep, shower, and even go as far as controlling your bladder.

He has a way of making you think it's your idea though, you eat healthy because too much sugar is bad for you, and you don't want to get sick and Smoker, right?

You sleep a full 8 hours because it's healthy and you don't want to upset Smoker, right?

You shower with him because it saves water and gets you both clean, right?

He just thinks you're the perfect little thing for him, and he will have you.

#Yandere #One piece #One piece x reader #One piece smut #Op smut #Op x reader #Captain Smoker #vice admiral smoker #smoker one piece #Smoker op #smoker x reader #Smut

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wing-ed-thing · 3 months

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Smoker x Pirate!Reader Relationship Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Mild Sexualization

𓆃 This... isn't going to go as well as you think it will.

𓆃 Because Smoker is one of the last people in the service who will throw away all of his deeply held views on justice and what that means just to chase the tail of an attractive pirate.

𓆃 Much of your relationship— or lack thereof— will look relatively normal on the outside with Smoker chasing you and you running from the Marines like the pirate you are.

𓆃 And any enjoyment you get out of your limited interactions will be largely up to you. It's on you whether you want to tease him, drag on your fights, and give him a firm slap on the ass before you leave, because Smoker isn't about to initiate any sort of closeness or fondness from his end.

𓆃 He's never going to make comments that resemble anything complimentary or claim his goals are anything different than taking you into custody.

𓆃 Although Smoker is a fan of repartee. So, while worming your way out of your Marine/pirate relationship is a no-go, you can warm him up to you through witty banter.

𓆃 And depending on your demeanor, you can essentially make yourself a part of Smoker's routine, and fighting you suddenly turns into a formality.

𓆃 "I suppose there's no way I could ask you to turn yourself in quietly, huh?" Smoker puffs every time, taking a drag of his cigar with his eyes cast toward the sky. He already knows how things between you end.

𓆃 You'll get away, and it'll be time for him to track you down so you can banter with him and start the cycle all over again.

𓆃 While his intentions to follow through with his orders will never quell, the more he develops a soft spot for you, the more negotiating he'll begin to do.

𓆃 First, they're with himself, as if his growing fondness and fixation for you are normal for his line of work.

𓆃 "It's a matter of pride," he'll grumble, "I'm a Marine, goddammit."

𓆃 Sticking to the work excuse doesn't last for long. After all, Smoker isn't one to lie to himself. And so the negotiations will shift to you.

𓆃 "You're wasted as a goddam pirate," "Look, if you turn yourself in, I might be able to pull a few strings to get you back on your feet after your sentencing," "We've been through this song and dance enough... c'mon now."

𓆃 You're not sure if he realizes that he's subconsciously resorted to trying to convince you to become a part of his world. That somehow you might join up or leave your life of crime behind— like that would change anything.

𓆃 Smoker will walk up to you with a sigh, his weapon thrown across his shoulder and his opposite hand in the pocket of his jacket.

𓆃 "No way you're turnin' yourself in?" he'll ask.

𓆃 "No chance in hell, Smoky," you'll tell him with a shake of your head.

𓆃 And that's how your relationship will go.

𓆃 There might be some times when he has no other choice but to deviate from your usual routine. Perhaps the stars aligned in your favor or the cards were stacked against him in a scenario where it made more sense to let you go.

𓆃 Or maybe he'll give into a lapse in judgment, giving into you a bit more but still never dropping his closely-held position in the Marines for a second.

𓆃 The only stability you'll have together is the consistent cycle of him trying to arrest you. And unless one of you gives in, that's all you'll ever truly be.

𓆃 No matter what the feelings are, what's happened in the past, or the fleeting moments of intimacy, Smoker isn't going to be the one to break.

𓆃 So it becomes a question of your freedom and if you're willing to give that up for the mere chance of a life with a man who you don't even know will truly accept you because of your past.

𓆃 Perhaps you'll see if and when the World Government crumbles...

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kingbies · 3 months

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My beloved ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧

#drawing #colors #art #colorful #one piece #captain smoker #white chase smoker #one piece g5 #vice admiral smoker

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smokersbaby · 7 months

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Smoker, Katakuri and big men from One Piece be like:

(Pic from Pinterest)

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kiingkazma · 1 year

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hii hi I havent posted art in a while umm heres my one piece drawings from the past year

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matttheratkingart · 4 months

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Yeah I got nothing brain go brrrr on sexy cigar daddy

#one piece #white chase smoker #smoker one piece #vice admiral smoker #listen I am just a man

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lale-txt · 1 year

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what gets their heart pounding... ♡ [partly ns.fw] ↳ w/ Zoro, Sanji, Smoker, Rayleigh, Roger, Shakky

♁ pt. 1 w/ Kid, Killer, Law, Mihawk, Shanks, Benn

a/n: when i tell you this prompt hasn't left my mind... so of course there's a part 2! still so many blorbos to explore with this. it's a mix of fluff and smut again, so be aware before reading. reader is gn! small cw for use of "daddy" on Shakky's part (i have no explanation for this except that i'm weak and on my knees for her)

Zoro

you helping him with the clasp of one of his earrings, your face awfully close to his while your fingers brush over his skin, careful not to hurt him

the same fingers tracing the scar over his eye when you think he’s asleep in your lap, his heart about to jump out of his chest from your touch

your soft chuckle when you notice his blushing cheeks, however he’s not hiding it because it would mean he’d have to give up resting his head on your thighs

when he finds out that it’s even better to rest his face between your thighs, making them shake with his skilled tongue

the way you pull his hair when the stimulation gets too much, forcing him up to your lips for a kiss, giving you a taste of yourself before he goes down on you again, drunk on you

feeling your tight entrance being stretched little by little as his cock slides inside you, your chest heaving as you mewl out his name, sucking greedily on his fingers while you take him so, so well

Sanji

your happy face after taking the first bite of something he cooked just for you, a smile so wide for him in return; he still sees it like a photograph when he closes his eyes

how you roll up the sleeves of his shirt for him when he doesn’t have a hand free, your fingertips brushing over his skin, giving him goosebumps

the way you pronounce his name, as if you’re blowing a kiss for him with the second syllable, dripping from your lips like honey

your hand in his hair as you guide him to the aching arousal between your thighs, asking him to be a good boy for you

your sweet praise when he looks at you love-drunk as you pull him up by his hair, his lips glistening with your juices

him trying not to cum immediately from the way your tight hole twitches around him when he enters you in one go, filling you up completely

you on all fours and your cries, begging him to go harder, as his hands dig in the flesh of your hips, watching his cock glide in and out of you in a broken rhythm

Smoker

the mischievous twinkle in your eyes when you reply “yes, sir” to his orders

your silhouette at night when you’re waiting for him at the same spot as always, an unlit cigarette dangling from your lips

the way your faces almost touch when you lean in close to light your cigarette at his cigar, how you take your time and gaze upon him through long lashes

his gloved hand around your neck as he takes the other glove off with his teeth, spitting it to the side before his bare hand slides into your pants for the first time

your fingers clinging onto his jacket, watching you crumble as he wrecks your body with pleasure from a few strokes alone

the tears in the corner of your eyes as you sob out another broken “yes, sir” every time he asks you if you’ll be good for him, his fingers rubbing that one sweet spot inside of you

your face resting against his chest, breathing heavily as you come down from your high, while your curious hands already unbuckle his belt, being nothing but greedy for him

Rayleigh

the quiet mornings in the ship’s kitchen when it’s just the two of you, sharing the newspaper like an old married couple, no words needed

how you touch his arm gently when you want his attention, as if his thoughts weren’t radiating around you only all the time already

Roger and Gaban patting his back and encouraging him to be honest about his feelings after watching you two exchange longing gazes across the room for months, both of you hesitant to take the first step

your lips finally crashing against each other, a hungry kiss to make up for all the times he only thought about it but never dared to tilt your chin up

the way you moan his name when he fingers you, feeling your tight hole twitch around him, your eyes rolling back when he makes you cum for the third time, getting you close to overstimulation

your pretty little mewls when he fucks you bent over the kitchen table in the morning, not caring about the newspaper anymore, only the lews sounds of flesh on flesh as he fills you up with his thick hot load, moments before your crewmates approach

Roger

the absence of fear in your eyes when the ship docks at a new island and he grabs your hand to run off exploring it with you

the way you’re not letting go off his hand, ever, and realizing how perfectly it fits into his, almost disappearing in it

you mumbling out his name in your sleep when you dozed off on deck and he carries you to bed

feeling your piercing gaze on him through the hazy dark of your cabin, your tired but pleading voice asking him to stay, making it impossible for him to refuse

you climbing on top of him the moment he lays down beside you; your hands, your lips, all of you exploring every inch of him

your tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, licking up salty drops of pleasure before you take him down your throat until sounds of gagging and muffled moans fill the room

his fingernails digging crescent-shaped marks in your thighs as you straddle him and sink down on his length slowly, struggling from the girth of it but unable to stop your hips from rolling, until you finally take him all in and cum from the sensation of it alone

Shakky

you taking her hand over the bar counter when you learn her husband is gone often and playfully proposing to her, promising her with a loud laugh you’ll treat her better

Rayleigh smiling and winking at her after your drunk confession many nights later, you hiding your face in embarrassment while you can’t stop stuttering out all the things you like about her

your shy kisses after you helped her close the bar and your weak knees after the confession falls from her lips

your kisses getting braver once you’ve invited her over in the safety of your own home, your hands lingering on the bare skin between her pants and her shirt before she guides you where she wants to feel you

hearing you call her “daddy” accidentally and feeling something awaken in her, making you repeat what you just said with a mischievous grin

the sounds of you gagging on her strap as you take her so greedily despite her telling you to slow down, your pleading eyes seeking her gaze before you take her down your throat again

your shaking legs on her shoulders as she kisses and bites the insides of your thighs, her strap stretching you so deliciously as she makes a mess out of you

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dexlexia · 9 months

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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.“

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wing-ed-thing · 12 days

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Stay the Night (Smoker x Reader)

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

Word Count: 2.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s goin’ on?”

You shook your head in small but rapid swivels.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

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

“What are you doing here, Smoker?”

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

What the hell?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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