#but you can bet your ASS he sets it loose when his landlord drops by

[thousandsunnywrites]

FILE 1: WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF SMILES

⤷ word count: 1,7k

⤷ a/n: there’s no major romantic shet here, but it’s like the foundation of what’s to come

[BLACK LIVES MATTER]

⤷ TRIGGER: mentions of pills & death

“Roronoa, check the mission board.” A stack of papers land right in front of his propped feet, waking him from his light nap. Standing in front of him was no other than the assistant chief, Law. “In two weeks, we’re raiding the SMILES House.” 

Yawning, he glanced over, doing as told. Law’s right. After extensive research, their department accumulated enough information to obtain a warrant to bust down this illegal business. Doflamingo is a smart man, he evaded the police’s eyes for years now despite his brother being the chief. His eyes skimmed through the raid team while taking a mental note — Usopp, Chopper, Law, and him, along with a bunch of other extra names. Supposedly, this ambush is the most difficult in the history of the New World Station, errr, at least that’s what Zoro hears in the coffee room. 

Chief Corazon-- the name everyone addresses him as, only a select few know his real name-- lead this station ever since the retirement of ex Chief of Police, Sengoku. You and Zoro transferred into this department not long after graduating law school. As Chief puts it, it’s a miracle how you never crossed paths with Roronoa during school-- maybe he just got lost while trying to do so-- because you complement each other so perfectly: you’re academically strong, while he’s strong physically. It’s no hair-puller to know why he’s constantly paired with you.

Zoro’s train of thoughts halts as a very loud, and jumpy girl emerges from the corner, latching onto his arm almost immediately upon seeing him. “Zoro,” you cooed like a little bird, expectantly. Prior to this day, Zoro wagered that it’s easy to drive around while patrolling the area because anyone can do that, and you took him up on his little bet. It was hard, knowing the shortcuts and hidden roads within the area, but it was easy when you get the hang of it. Unfortunately for Zoro, he was blessed with confusing right with left, north and south. Call it whatever you see fit, but you can’t deny it’s like taking candy from a toddler.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” he sighs, bringing out the iconic Starbucks cup, filled to the brim with your favorite coffee, Venti-sized. “Expensive-ass woman. You know how much that cost me?”

“Oh hunny, I know, you’re lucky I’m not asking you to pay for my rent,” you take a sip as Zoro nods along. Yeah, he’s aware of the rent surge for your apartment. That landlord of yours, what’s his name, Bella… Belle-something was a big pain in the ass, charging twice as much to splurge on gambling. He’s heard this rant so many times, he can recite it word for word.

“Y’know if you’re having a hard time with rent, then just leave. Go somewhere else.”

A pout forms on your lips, hand waving animatedly to dismiss his suggestion. “Easy for you to say, you own a house. Besides, it’s the only available one in this area. I don’t wanna go outta town. It’s hard enough to wake up on time in the morning-- what more of waking up 3 hours earlier?” You pinch his cheek, earning a groan from the man. Remind him again why he puts up with you.

“Don’t forget about our first-not-fake-date tonight,” you wink, body shimmying out of excitement. Sometime last night, you concocted the perfect date with Zoro to flaunt in front of Sanji. Zoro is to take you to the nicest park he can find and do a surprise picnic-- not much of a surprise if you orchestrated it-- whilst giving you a necklace with his initials on it-- again, nothing special especially if you’re gonna buy it. Zoro wonders why he’s even letting you use him, but then again, you pay for the propaganda, and he doesn’t have anything better to do. No rent money worries, no girlfriend to tend to, no stress that plagues the average adult. 

“Doesn’t sound like we’re dating if you call everything we do a ‘not-fake’,” his lips downturn to a very displeasing frown that marred his big-tough-guy look, while he attempts to pry your clammy fingers off said face. He doesn’t know the first thing about love, but sure as hell he’s not a dumbass.

Law pulls you aside to escort you to the Chief’s office, leaving Zoro to revert his focus back onto his reports, overlooking the new cases. A killer clown running loose, gathering a circus to cause more trouble. Nothing more than clout for a rep. 

The Massacre Solider’s, as the media dubbed, killings suddenly halted.

The Revolutionaries protesting and planning a riot downtown against the government, led by the infamous criminal dubbed as Dragon.

Firefighter accidentally sets the workplace on fire after reheating meat for too long. Damn it, Luffy.

“Hey, Zoro!” The familiar long nose approaches him, friendly as ever. “We’re partners today for patrol! Thank god it’s you.” He sobs out the last part, body turning milky white while remembering the horrid flashbacks of almost being shot at by an angry woman for notifying her about her illegally parked car in a handicap spot. The world is a scary place.

Usopp let out a huffy sigh after seeing Zoro’s nose scrunch in distaste. “No offense Usopp but Y/n is and has been my partner,” his arms crossed, gaze not leaving the paper.

The persistent sniper slides next to Zoro, slinging his arm over his shoulder despite the other shoving him off. “Yeah but the chief said that he’s borrowing her for today.”

Great.

It’s not like Zoro dislikes Usopp, it’s not like that at all. It’s just he knows he’s going to babysit the scaredy cat. Amazing how he’s a coward, yet one of the finest sharpshooters he knows. Nobody doing it like him.

The hectic, sharp alarm lights the room red, causing the policemen to spring to action. The once-chattering room fills with the sounds of rapid footsteps, police sirens, incoherent yelling, and the urgent news.

Local wealthy landlord found dead on the street, SMILES cause of death, victim unidentified.

They made it through the yellow tapes and through the crowd with the help of Usopp’s directions, and Zoro instantly remembered that face-- really, how can he forget that face when you constantly bitched about him nearly everyday. That cocky smile never left that bastard’s face despite half of the pearly whites being gone.

It was Belle...

Belle-something.

It was Belle! 

He passes by him on the staircase whenever he visits you for nonsense. The medic hoists the mass onto the gurney, and drives off, leaving the remaining team to survey the area.

His colleagues told him that the victim OD’ed on SMILES, but the marimo knew better. Although faint, his sharp eyes can see the smudged trail of blood coming from another area. This isn’t a typical overdose. Belle was dead by the time the team got here. He was murdered somewhere else and dragged into the streets for a show. A declaration. A warning. 

In short, he was murdered. And probably from the same guy who started this whole SMILES addiction.

Meanwhile as the news blared in Chief Cora’s office, your heart sunk when the anchor broadcasted the victim’s face after receiving identification for a brief moment. It was Bellemy! Holy Gorgonzolas, that’s your landlord! Crap! As fucked up as it seemed, the only thought that initially crossed your mind was Does that mean I don’t have to pay for rent? More importantly, he’s dead! Not that you feel deep remorse... he did call you a whore last week and scoped your apartment without your permission.  

“It’s a message,” Cora puffed on his cigarette, the dim lighting of the room accentuating the smoke, “He knows we’re onto him.”

He ashed his cigarette in his heart-shaped ashtray, before relighting. Paper slid across the table, a confidential report wide open. Attached to the report was a headshot of a man with fancy, bird-eye-like shades. 

“His name is Doflamingo. Known as God of the Underworld. Dangerous man,” Cora said dryly, and straight to the point. “That kid that was on TV worked under him. Bellemy.”

Your brows furrow as you flip through the pages, examining the details with careful precision. “So the assets belong to this man?” 

“Legally. I didn’t find any contract that says that Bellemy shares this property with Doffy. Doffy must’ve not liked that one of his henchmen opposed his will. We can only assume that his death was the price to pay and to promote the SMILES. Other than that, Bellemy’s apartment lots are illegally owned, so we can also assume that it’s going to be confiscated when the police connect two-and-two together. You get where I’m going with this, right?” His eyes glanced over his shoulder, expecting you to catch on with the elaborative hints he dropped. It took a while, but it clicked.

“And now I’m homeless.” Hands thrown in the air, you sighed in defeat. First it was losing your bike in the walkway, next it was having to sneak in your own office like a burglar for a last-minute report that could’ve cost your job, and now it was being thrown on the streets because you lived and paid for an illegal apartment. 

Law interjected your whine with the clearing of his throat. “You don’t have to be.” He was silently watching the events unfold before him, taking in your reactions along the way.

“You can live with us,” Corazon proposed, cutting off whatever Law was going to say. That offer left both you and Law with your jaws hanging wide open. After a second, Law collects himself and musters a very confused what. 

“I was going to say to find someplace outside of town to live!” His disbelief coated his every word, and went unnoticed. “Are you sure?”

Cora simply nods, a thumbs up affirming his decision whilst trying to convince you to take up his offer.

“Please,” Cora’s hand found its way to your shoulder, lightly squeezing it. “It’d be beneficial for both you and us. You’re part of the brains of this operation so it’s better to keep you near us. And you did say you’re homeless now.”

He nudges you once more, after seeing your silence. “C’mon, beggars can’t be choosers.”

With that one line, you concede. 

You pull out your phone and send a simple text to your date, telling him you’re taking a raincheck to pack up your shit. He never responds. Had you known the consequences of agreeing, you would’ve stayed on the streets if that could mean that he’d still be here.

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[selinavizari]

A Winter Evening With Mr. Egerton

Taron visits your loft to keep you warm during a cold winter evening. ;)

Word Count: 2887

It was a frosty Friday evening and I missed Taron immensely. The thought of him brought a goofy smirk on my face that I just wanted to immediately wipe off before someone saw. There was an irritating draft in my bedroom because the heating system was absolute trash. I wrapped myself like a burrito in my blankets. The texting between us was getting slower and slower. It started off with paragraphs and paragraphs of messages and then it just faded. Maybe he moved on? I made my peace with it. My eyes were darting between netflix and other social media apps. Eventually, I began to doze off. A text alert knocked me right out of that brief snooze.

Suddenly, I’m annoyed. What the fuck does this person want… I noticed the notification was from Taron with the long ass stream of heart emojis. Oh shit. My eyes pour over the message and it stated, “Don’t think for a second that I forgot about you, love. I’m in the area. Is it okay if I drop by and hang out tonight? Tired of texting all the time. Is that cool with you? “ Holy fuck. Suddenly, I leaped out of that burrito blanket, dropped the phone and turned on the light. It’s a mess in here. Suddenly, the phone buzzes again. “I’m ten minutes away. Sorry for the last minute text. :*” My fingers move in a blur, “Of course, it’s okay! I’d love to have you over. :-)” I launched the phone on the bed and start changing out of my raggedy sweatpants and hoodie into a decent pair of jeans and shirt. I really did damn near bust my ass trying to hop in those denim skinny jeans. No way I could just throw on a club dress and pretend that I just casually wear this in my own home. But there is no reason to look like the complete struggle. I dashed into the bathroom, rinse with mouthwash and brush my hair into a neat ponytail. I shrug my shoulders as I stared into the mirror. This is just gonna have to do. I tossed  all of the clothes lying strewn on the bedroom floor into the closet.

I took a moment to smell myself, reached for my favorite fragrance and lightly sprayed the air. I walked daintily through the mist. Much better. My ringtone goes off. IT’S HIM. HE’S CALLING. I leaped on my bed and answered. “Hey (Y/N) I’m outside freezing my nuts off over here!” he chuckled. My voice raised several octaves. “I’ll let you in right now!” When I finally got to the front door, I took a deep breath and opened it. He was not kidding when he said he was freezing. I felt the sudden shock of the brisk air. He was wearing a dark green coat with fur lining the hood. His grey scarf wrapped around his face so that I can only see his bright eyes. He yanked his scarf down, crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out at me like a real goofball. I rolled my eyes and let him in quickly so I could close the door. My place was cold enough. He proceeds to pull down his coats zipper and his eyes were searching for a hook or closet. I took his outerwear and hung them carefully in the closet. I turned my head over and their he was... leaned against the wall in the hallway. The sleeves of his sweater were rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms. His eyes were studying my apartment. I stood several feet away from him shuffling my feet with my arms folded behind my back. I felt strangely exposed. My place is plain as heck in comparison to the places I know he’s been in. Taron suddenly noticed the shift in my demeanor. He got off the wall and strolled towards me. “Are you okay?” He rested his hand on my shoulder and looked at me with eyes full of genuine concern. “I love your loft but it’s kind of cold in here, yeah? Let me fix this. I can’t believe you’ve been in here this entire time like this. Where is your boiler?”

 “Oh you don’t have to that. I sh-h-hould have handled that myself.” I stuttered slightly embarrassed. “Nonsense. I’m at your service.” He rested his hand on his chest and bowed his head. I smiled warmly and led him to the basement. “The landlord is a complete tit and I’ve always been too creeped out to go down here alone to turn this damn thing on.” “It’s okay you have me now.” he responded confidently as I led the way. I’m glad I was standing in front of him because my face blushed immediately. “Well here it is.” I said unceremoniously. “Alright, here we go.” He dramatically cracked his knuckles, reached into his pocket and pulled out matches. After a few pulls at knobs and switches. The heat was on! He was still kneeling on the floor and I caught a peek of his exposed lower back. This guy’s amazing I can’t believe he just fixed this damn heater. I lifted my hands up into the air and blurted out, “My hero!” While still on the floor, he turned his head and glanced at me through the corner of this eye and said slyly, “Oh really?” “Of course! You saved me from freezing to death in here!” I laughed.

“I’d do anything to help you, (Y/N).” I blushed again and lifted my hand to cover my face. “No, no, no. Don’t do that.” He pleaded. “Why would you want to cover up such a lovely face? ” He smirked and stood close to me. He reached his hand out and moved a loose strand of hair behind my ear. My heart skipped a beat. This time I dared to stare at his face directly. His hands were strong but not rough. I noticed a few freckles on his neck. He had recently shaved and his skin smelled amazing. I took a deep breathe to drink it all in. “Shall we go back upstairs?” he said as he studied my features. For a moment I forgot where I was. His presence made me forget that I was in a dim, musty basement. “Yeah, lets get out of this dungeon.” Suddenly, I could feel his eyes practically undressing me. I turned my head back to catch him in the act of checking me out. His eyes widen in an attempt to appear innocent. “Having a good time back there, eh?” “I sure am. I have the best view in the world.” He winked. “I bet you do.” I responded with a dash of sass.

We made our way back into the room and it was toasty. “Oh my goodness. It feels amazing in here. Thank you so much for fixing that.” “No problem, dear.” He took his boots off and plopped himself on my bed. He leaned back and audibly groaned, “This mattress feels AMAZING. He glanced up at my television. “Netflix! What were you watching?” He looked me excitedly. I responded hesitantly “Hercules...Disney version....” There was dead silence. He was stifling laughter. I suddenly declared, “DON’T YOU JUDGE ME.” I folded my hands across my chest and pouted my lips. He was getting a real kick out of me pretending to be angry. He threw his head back and gave a hearty laugh. 

“Too cute I swear! I’m just kidding with ya! Everybody loves this stuff. Nostalgia, you know?!” 

“Oh my goodness, I just realized I haven’t even offered you any beverages yet. What would you like? I can make you some tea, coffee, hot chocolate -” 

“Are you on the menu?” He said abruptly. “Oh...well...I’m usually a lunchtime special but I can talk to the chef and see what we can do.” I said mockingly. He beamed. “Lucky me…but a hot cocoa would be divine.” he said with a crooked smirk. “Sure.” I strutted my way into the kitchen and created two tasty hot chocolates with marshmallows on top in my best mugs. I held both by the handle and carefully walked back into the bedroom. “Here we go! A hot cocoa for you and and the other for me.” He held his mug and lean his face close to it to take in the sweet aroma. “Nice. Thank you so much.” He sipped it gingerly. I nodded as I sipped my own. “I’m sorry that I’ve been distance these past few weeks. I hate using this excuse but I’ve been busy.” He frowned and stared down his mug. Without thinking I touched his thigh, “Seriously, it’s fine. Life happens.” I look at him reassuringly. “Thought I come by… and show you that I actually do care. Tell me about your week. Last time we spoke you sounded like you were having a real hard time at work. Boss giving you shit?” I nodded and told him about the falling out with my manager. The stress just melted away as we drank our hot cocoas. My problems seemed distant when we spoke. We sat together on my bed. My back against the wall and him sitting at the foot of the bed with his legs crossed. His head rested on his palms. My eyes were looking downward at my fuzzy socks as I spoke. He hung on my every word. I looked up at him and his worried facial expression broke my heart. “Oh don’t look at me like that! I’ll be fine!” 

“Well next time he gives you problems. Let me know so I can give him a swift kick in the arse.” 

“Okay tough guy! Will do!” 

“I’m serious. Don’t like hearing you upset ‘cause of some dickhead. Thing will get better. Come ‘ere, girl.” He reached out and hugged me tightly. Sometimes I forget how muscular he is underneath that sweater. My head was swirling with all sorts of lustful thoughts. My heart began to flutter and I felt drunk due to his intoxicating scent. As I was nuzzled in his neck, I placed a small sweet kiss on it.

He released me and paused to look me in the my eyes. He didn’t let go of my shoulders and his face was inches from my own. It was as if he wanted to make sure that really just happened and he didn’t just imagine it. I gulped. He leaned in and kissed me right on the lips. It was tender and my heart felt like it was set to flame. I could feel his hands caressing my back. My nether regions began to throb. The make out session became more intense as his tongue massaged my own. He stopped, scooped me up and then tossed me on the bed. While on top of me, he muttered, “I can’t tell you how many times I fantasized about you... and this sexy body... every...day. Almost can’t believe this is really happening.” The erection inside his jeans thickened. My breathing quickened by it’s sudden hardness. “Oh really? What happens in these fantasies of yours?” 

“I’d rather show you instead.” He yanked off my sweater and his own to reveal this athletic physique. I unhooked my bra to reveal my breasts. He massaged them and flicked my nipples with his tongue. I exhaled. He kissed me all the way down to my navel. Immediately, I got up from underneath him and he murmured, “Is everything okay? Do you want me stop?” 

“No.” I proceeded to guide him so that he would lay on his back and I pulled down his jeans. Taron raised his eyebrow and licked his lips. “So that’s what you want to do…” I nodded. I pulled down his briefs and his dick stood straight up. I held it and stroked it up and down. I wrapped my mouth around it and bobbed up and down at a slow pace. My tongue licked up and down his shaft and massaged it’s head. “Oh my god… that feels so fucking good…just like that… just like that.” He groaned as I deep throated his entire member. I could feel it hitting the back of my throat. I picked up the pace and then looked up at him. His eyes rolled back with his mouth agape. Suddenly, I took notice of the wet, slurping sounds I was making and it turned me on. While blowing him I reached my hand into my panties and started to rubbed my clit. I’m so wet right now. Taron took notice of my extracurricular activities. He sighs, “I want to watch. I want to watch you play with yourself.” I continued to stroke him and my hand was slick with mixture of his pre cum and my saliva. Then I used the back of hand to wipe my mouth,“...Okay.”

He sat up and I began to take off my jeans and panties. He took a deep breath and his eyes glazed over overflowing with lust. I laid down and spread my legs as far as I could. Taron began to stroke himself deliberately in response to my act and reached over to grip my thigh.  I closed my eyes began to rub my clit slowly. The wet sticky sounds filled the air. I used my other hand to lift the hood so I stimulate my clit even more. I moved faster and my moaning grew louder. “That’s it, Y/N. That’s it. So fucking sexy watching you play with that pretty...pretty pussy.”  I could hear the slapping sound of his hand working away. The orgasm was getting so close. He stops stroking, pulled my hand away and dived down to flick his tongue on my clitoris. I was overwhelmed by this sensation. He flicked his tongue wildly. “Taron, don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop” I demanded in a complete frenzy. Multiple orgasms rocked through my body. I yelled out. He rose his head up and I looked down at him. He proceeded to plant wet kisses on my inner thigh. “I’m not through with you yet. Not. Even. Close.” He growled. Suddenly, he lifted my legs up, and plunged inside me. I gasped and my eyes widened. The bed squeaked.  I couldn’t believe how big he was. I reached out and gripped his lower back. He grinded his hips and he hit a spot I didn’t even think existed. I cried out. “Ah! Right there! Right there. Fuck me harder!” 

“...Are you sure about that?” he says in a gruff tone.  I breathlessly responded with, “Give it to me!” He nodded. “Good girl.” He thrusted into me harder than anything I thought was possible. His rhythm was on point. I dug my nails into his back  and I know I had to leave a mark. “You like that? Tell me how much you like that?” I was being driven to total ecstasy. “I love it! I fucking love it!” My eyes rolled back into my head. He abruptly pulled out, lifted me up and bent me over. My head was pushed down on my bed and back purposely arched. I waited for him to slam his dick inside of me but that didn’t happen. I felt his tongue massaging my clit and I suddenly gripped the corners of the mattress. I didn’t know how much I could take. My legs were trembling as I reached that peak over and over again. It was then that he started to fuck me some more. His grunting was animalistic and my voice was hoarse.

When he finally came,  he turned me over and now it was all over my chest. He slumped next to me. Taron had a thin layer of sweat over him and was breathing heavy. One of his hands were resting on his heaving chest. I looked over and said, “Are you okay? You sound winded, ha-ha.” He replied, “ I’m better than okay.” He gave me a big toothy grin. “How about you?” I placed my hand on my head. “Well… I have neighbors, you know? These walls are paper thin. It’s going to be awkward for the next couple of days...but I’m not complaining.” I pecked him on the lips. Taron waggled his eyebrows and wrap his arm around me and whispered, “I love it when your loud. Makes me feel like I’m doing something right.” “Mhmmm.” He rolled over and went into the bathroom. “Be right back.” A few moments passed and his hand was wrapped in toilet paper. He began to wipe the come off my body. He balled it up in a wad and pretended the waste can was a basketball hoop. “Allright! That will have to do until we take a proper shower. My legs are a little wobbly at the moment. I’m sure yours are too.” 

“Ha!  You think?” He laid down, tucked us both in with my blanket and exclaimed, “Now we both can be wrapped like a blanket burrito.” Blanket Burrito? Wow. I turned around and looked at him with utter bewilderment. Taron adorned this cute puzzled look and muttered, “..wut?” I grinned and shook my head, “Nothing.” I turned back over and fell fast asleep as Taron held me close.

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