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gatorbites-imagines · 28 days

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

Smoker SFW headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

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

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

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

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

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

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sexydoffyman · 9 months

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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

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cherrryxx · 4 months

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I think your writing style si wonderful! If you're willing, I'd like yo request somethingfirm Smoker from One Piece, anything would be nice! Even if You don't write about it, I appreciate You reading My request. And keep writing, You do it amazing!

I'm writing this with Google Translate, so please excuse any translation errors.

Thank you so much! I personally love smoker so this request is something I’d love to write 🩷

How it Begins

SMOKER X M!READER HCS

Warnings: marine reader, m!reader, Smoker is in de nile, reader is a little dumb but cocky at the same time, relationship headcannons, sexuality headcannons

- Definitely took this man forever to even admit his feelings

- Before you officially got together, it was obvious to almost everyone (except himself) that he had feelings for you

- if you pointed out his soft spot for you it was rewarded with an extra week of chores and a “You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about kid.”

- Which has landed you with a total of two months of excess chores at some point, mostly because you kept being insistent on it:

“Admit it, you like me captain!” You jeer, leaning back in your chair across from Smoker.

“F’ ya don’t shut up I’m giving you a month of extra work.” He growled, gripping his drink. But you got a little cocky, grinning when you noticed how his face was slightly tinted pink.

“Sureee,” you cackle, “That’s why you freaked out last week when I had to go to the infirmary for a *broken leg*.” You raise an eyebrow, “Which wasn’t even broken, just hurt like hell. Wasn’t even bleeding and you acted all like I was dyin’”

Smoker slammed his drink down on the table, earning a surprised look from nearby marines. “That was only because you act all dramatic, ya idiot. How was I supposed to know you weren’t dyin when you howled like you’ve been stabbed!” He retorted, but when he saw your unconvinced face he huffed.

“Get out of my face. You have an extra month of mopping the deck for being a nuisance.”

When you argued he added another week, which turned into another whole month as you continued to protest.

- Smoker did actually admit his feelings once he thought it was his last chance

- AKA you were both on the battlefield and he thought you were going to die. But once you recovered in the hospital and reminded him of his confession, he told you (unseriously) that he wished you stayed in the coma

- needless to say after a lonnnnggggg discussion about feelings, and a minor talk about the fact that Smoker hasn’t had romantic feelings for a man before:

- After you and Smoker grew closer he was comfortable enough to reveal that he felt that he was simply unlabeled or demiromantic.

“I guess, I don’t know. I just like someone, not in specific ways, I feel like it’s just a click.” He said, sitting on the edge of his bed as he spoke to you.

You sigh and sit next to him, “I don’t know why you’re all worked up about this. You don’t owe me an answer, or anything about that.” You assure him.

- After some time the two of you became more physically affectionate, to the notice of other marines

- But, if any of them were to even attempt say anything he’d give them a glare sharp enough to cut up any words they might have to say

- He was more loving with you behind closed doors, once work was done for the day and he could have you to himself in your (now shared) bunk.

- Smoker loved when he could wrap his arms around you with no one else to see

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eustassmoss · 11 months

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Hi, can I please ask headcanons for Smoker with a narcoleptic marine male s/o?

Smoker x narcoleptic male s/o Headcanons

a/n: i so hope i protraied this alright, if not please please message me and educate me so i can redo it if you want, i really hope you enjoy ♡

- Smoker didn’t know you had narcolepsy at first, and it nothing really changed when he found out

- you’ve often told him when you needed to lay down because you started feeling drowsy and he’d take you to his office to lay on his couch or back to your room depending on how you feel

- if you have type 1 narcolepsy he will keep an eye out for any signs of muscle weakness and help you, making sure your okay

- Smoker will help you develop a schedule based on your symptom patterns

- he’s protective of you, you are his boyfriend after all, so if anyone says anything to you they’ll have to deal with him

- though he does trust how strong you are and will sit back and let you speak your mind

- dates with smoker would be picnic dates or coffee

- he loves cuddling you while you nap, likes having you between his legs with your head on his chest

- he’ll also switch it up and lay on you

- run you hands through his hair, RUN YOUR HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR he melts i swear

- especially in his boyfriends loving arms that hold him just right

- he’s a flower giving guy, pick the prettiest flowers for you and loves when you do the same

- he also love flowers, they are pretty and freshen up a room

- it’s become a thing where you two gift each other flowers by accident at the same time

- you get littered in forehead kisses while dating this man

- goodbye: forehead kiss, hello: forehead kiss, nap time: forehead kiss, bed time: forehead kiss, i think you get it

- smoker isn’t really the jealous type, he trusts you and knows you love him but sometimes when someone gets a little too flirty he will get a little grumpy

- that's when you kiss his forehead and he blushes like mad

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nicorobinmywife · 1 year

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Male reader as sanji's twin brother X Marco, Smoker and Mihawk.

this is a request i received today,i see people liked my sanji's twin brother imagines, maybe i'll write more with other characters.

Characters: Mihawk, Smoker and Marco. Male Reader

Mihawk

Mihawk was resting in his room after another day of rigorous training.

- "Hawkeyes-san! your dinner is ready my dear! I also bought your favorite wine, you must be so tired after spending the day training, I'll prepare your bath and your bed later so you can have a good night's sleep!"

- "what would i do if i didn't have you by my side? will you sleep with me tonight mi amor?"

- "YES! anything for you, my love!"

Smoker

Smoker captured you and locked you in his office.

- "you don't seem to be scared of going to jail, filthy pirate." - he approaches the bars of your jailcell.

- "with a vice admiral as handsome as you i have no reason to be afraid, i can stay here forever admiring your hotness, Smoker-san!" - you spin around your cell with hearts in your eyes.

- "SHUT UP! what is this? Are you trying to seduce me so I can let you go? this will not happen!" - the vice admiral blushes and scratches the back of his neck.

Marco

you got sick and Marco takes care of you.

- "get some rest and don't get out of bed until you feel better, okay? your brother was worried about you." - he puts the blanket over you.

- "i always knew you loved me marco-san! Tell my brother i already feel better with the power of our love!"

- "i'm just doing my job... - you pout at him - yes, i love you." - He kisses your forehead and leaves the room so you can rest.

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 4 months

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In preparation for my upcoming 1k milestone, I'm posting this poll to determine which smut you guys want. I just realized that this entire time that I've had this blog I've never posted a smut at all, so let's change that.

This is also to let you all know that you can send me smut asks if that's what you want from me. Don't be shy about it. I won't say I'm not judging you, I am, I'm just doing it quietly is all.

— Benny🐰

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writer-and-lover · 2 years

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Day 11: Smoker

The blindfold that Smoker had tied over Uriel's eyes was silky to the touch. Thick enough to cover any light that tried to worm its way through and tight enough for Uriel to be grounded by it. The fabric of it 3as soaked in tears, which even now leak around the blindfold itself.

The gag in Uriel's mouth makes it so much worse. He can't beg Smoker for anything, can't ask for him to stop his teasing and soft, barely heard praises. The touches Smoker's pale hands and cigar warm mouth drive Uriel mad with want. It feels like an eternity since Smoker stripped him off of his clothes, it felt like hell had frozen over when Smoker finally wrapped his hands around his waist and fully seated Uriel on his cock.

The pleasure was amplified so much, felt like he was encompassed by it, that he couldn't stop himself from babbling and sobbing at the stretch.

The hands never left him and brought him to heaven.

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kayrrhin · 1 year

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Lipstick stains and nicotine

characters: Crocodile, Corazon, Smoker, Benn Beckman

One piece daddies x gn reader

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

(not proofread because my friend was making diner lmao)

Crocodile:

"Are you done yet?"

The warlord asked while being covered in kisses and mostly lipstick

"Hmm, no!"

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

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

He asked, kissing your forehead

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I do know that, dear"

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

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

Corazon :

"L-love, please"

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

"Please what, darling?"

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

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

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

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

He took a drag

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

Your lover chuckled and placed a kiss on your nose

"Look who has lipstick on them now"

"I still have less than you, big boy"

You both laughed, but a weird smell tickled your nostrils

"Rosi! The blanket!"

"FUCK—"

Smoker:

"Love, can you please stop—"

Your lover complained while being kissed

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you smiling at?"

He said, lighting his cigars

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

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

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

You gently kissed his cheek while stealing one of his cigars

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

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

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

He said getting his cigar back

"How grumpy can you be, darling"

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

Benn Beckman:

"Darling, are you enjoying yourself?"

Benn asked before chuckling at you unstoppable kisses

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

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

"I like your knew look, dear"

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

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

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

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

He searched for his lighter in his pocket

"You guessed right, love"

He lit it up and you took a long drag

"I still don't like your tobacco tho"

You cringed a little only for your lover to chuckle

"Your fault for not getting your own ones"

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

#one piece x gn reader #one piece x male reader #one piece x reader #corazon x reader #sir crocodile x reader #benn beckman x reader #smoker x reader #one piece

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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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anystalker707 · 6 months

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be useful

Pairing: Smoker x [gender-neutral] Reader Kinktober prompt: Authority Tags: face fucking / oral / sloppy ass writing, sorry

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“This place stinks.�� A sigh escaped your lips as you looked out the window of the office, observing a few fishing boats in the distance as people walked around the town, sitting on the sill. There was a questioning hum before you sighed and turned to him, twisting your mouth a little at how the smoke kept filling the ambient. “You stink, Smoker. You need an office with more windows.”

Smoker blinked slowly as he looked up from the paper he had in his hands. He was unamused, but that gaze still made you pause for a moment. Instead of saying anything, he just took a deep drag of his cigars and exhaled it all slowly, ignoring the way you glared and taking another paper in hand. Damn it. Sometimes, you’d question why you ever bothered giving him any attention. Why were you even asked to come to his office today, in the first place? To just sit there and look pretty?

Rolling your eyes, you looked out the window again, getting lost in observing a guy making a drawing of the docks when gloved fingers sank into your jaw, forcing you to turn your head and meet Smoker’s lips in a firm kiss that quickly grounded you to reality. You groaned, not kissing him back just out of spite, but he didn’t move until you returned it.

“Fuck,” you groaned between pecks, holding Smoker’s wrist as you kissed him back, but the kiss eventually turned into a long one once his other hand rested on your hip, and he held you closer. There really was no way to run away from that idiot. As much as Smoker’s kiss could taste fucking terrible—it was like you were the one smoking—, you’d grown used to it at some point, so you didn’t exactly mind it when he pushed his tongue into your mouth, making you groan softly.

Smoker raised an eyebrow, looking down at you once he pulled away. “You’re so annoying. Did you never learn how to respect your superiors?”

“Maybe I’d respect you if you weren’t…” You looked him up and down, twisting your mouth a little. “Like this. You look a little stupid.”

Smoker clicked his tongue as his fingers sank more into your jaw, tilting your head back. “Watch your mouth.” His eyes narrowed at the way you grinned, but he wouldn’t argue further today. A sigh escaped his nose as he pulled his hands away from you, only leaving behind a light throbbing where he’d been squeezing. He leaned back against the edge of his desk. The cigars that’d been in his mouth earlier, were now pressed down into the ashtray. “On your knees. Try using that mouth of yours for something useful.”

You raised an eyebrow as you pulled yourself up to your feet to walk to him before dropping to your knees. “Isn’t that exploitation?” It was a little difficult to unbuckle his belt, but you could eventually do it, glancing up at Smoker to see him already glaring at you. Okay. “Sorry.”

“Sorry what?” He raised an eyebrow, placing his hands on his hips.

A sigh escaped your lips as you gently undid his jeans and started to palm him through his boxers. “Sorry, sir.”

Despite the little skepticism, Smokey slowly nodded and let his hands rest against the edge of the desk as he observed you start to mouth at his bulge through the thin fabric. His cock eventually twitched, slowly getting hard according to how you kept touching him. Your mouth felt so hot against him through his boxers, he couldn’t imagine how they’d feel directly against him.

Smoker slowly let out a breath once you finally started pulling his boxers down, revealing his half-hard cock. His eyes followed every little motion of yours, from the way you pursed your lips to accumulate spit in your mouth to the way your hand wrapped around his cock, spreading the spit on it as some sort of lube. It felt good, drawing a low hum from Smoker while his cock slowly became harder in your hand. Your eyes were on it, observing his tip get redder and the veins start protruding.

You bit your lip, free hand resting on Smoker’s thigh, motions continuing. The room sounded quieter now, your thoughts also shut up with the new distraction, and maybe Smoker did have a certain power over you.

There was a waver in Smoker’s breathing at the way your thumb trailed along the veins on the underside until up to his tip, very slowly, but your hand was fast in going back to his base. Smoker was about to say something when you let your tongue out already, tasting the saltiness of his tip as you gave him kitten licks, slowly covering his tip with your saliva. Eventually, you rolled your tongue and wrapped your lips around it, letting his cock rest heavily on your tongue while you slowly took it into your mouth.

A little discomfort tugged on your jaw according to how your muscles adjusted to the new situation, and you could take him in deeper, feeling his cock throb in your mouth.

“At least you’re useful for something,” Smoker breathed, slowly exhaling. His eyes were on you while you started moving your head, eyebrows furrowed as you glared at him without stopping your motions—it made him smirk. The hum of complaint you gave him in response only made Smoker feel better. Idiot.

Your free hand wrapped around Smoker’s bare hip for leverage as you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock, already salivating more, which made the motions easier. Smoker’s cock hit the back of your throat; tears welled up in your eyes as you did your swallowed around him and slowly pulled away. The spit started to accumulate on your lips, already forming drops when your lips tightened around him, given the way you hollowed your cheeks; he let out a long groan, hips shifting forward.

With a glance back up at Smoker, you kept going, adding a little more pressure before you let go. Your cheeks and jaw were aching already; though it wasn’t that bad, you’d rather take a break now. Of course, your lips kept working along Smoker’s cock, mouthing along the side as you held it firmly, from the base to the tip, where your lips lingered the longest. Your tongue sank into his slit, running along the sensitive spots below the head, sometimes accompanied by some sucking that had Smoker’s breath hitching again.

Smoker loved the fat licks along his veins, the way you’d trace them, your tongue so wet and hot against his cock. He’d had enough when his hands positioned along the sides to the back of your head the moment you started to take his cock into your mouth again.

You were smart, of course—you already relaxed your jaw and tilted your head back, knowing exactly what he was going to do. Smoker hummed a little in appreciation, making sure you were prepared before he started to move his hips. At first, it was experimental, just to get you used to the feeling, and then he’d finally started using your throat.

Some tears filled your eyes again as his tip hit the back of your throat more often now, and you couldn’t hold the mix of pre-cum and spit from trailing down the corners of your lips. It was getting messy, but it was also just the way he liked. Maybe the way you liked, too, feeling the heat start growing more between your legs as you became breathless.

Smoker was careful, of course, but he kept a harsh edge that left you breathless, holding tightly on to him while all you could do was look up with teary eyes as he kept pleasing himself. If anything, that look only encouraged him.

He let out a low moan, firming a hand under your jaw to keep your face towards him even after he pulled away, using his free hand tight around his cock to jerk himself off until he was cumming. The hot ropes of cum landed all over your face; you closed your eyes out of instinct, whimpering a little as you felt the cum start trailing down your face. Some of it landed on your lips or near it, pulled into your mouth by your tongue.

“Well,” Smoker breathed, “maybe you do not deserve it, but I’m going to give you a little treat, either way.” He kept stroking his cock, and you glanced at it just to check the way it throbbed in his hand. “Over the desk.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

#one piece #smoker #x reader #x female reader #x male reader #smoker x reader #one piece x reader #imagine #oneshot #scenario #fan fic #fan fiction #kinktober 23

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sexydoffyman · 10 months

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Smoker and Tashigi with a s/o that only curses when REALLY angry and someone is like talking bad about them(smoker/Tashigi) and their s/o goes full on out on em which scares almost everyone since they are known to be gentle and kind (gn)

Pls and ty<3

S/O CAN BE ANGRY

genre: fluff

characters: Smoker, Tashigi

word count: 614

A/N: I just learned that he is 36 I thought he was like 55 or something.🦀

SMOKER

Smoker is a grumpy man with a kind and soft partner. They are so kind to the world. They help animals that seem like they are in danger. They help him with his paperwork. They are just what a man would desire.

When he is tired he can rely on you to help him get rest in the embrace of your lap. He knows that you always have a lighter on you in case he loses his. He knows that when he is hungry that you will have a meal ready for him. He loves how he can depend on you every once in a while.

He also knows that he can always give your transponder snail a ring when a child is crying nearby. He is too scary to comfort the kiddo but just from your presence seeps love and calmness.

When there is a problem you always solve it with your words. And not anything bad. You are the quote "I have no enemies" in living form. And he loves it and could never dream of it to be otherwise.

You yourself thought that you could never bring yourself to yell at someone. You soon realized that you are very capable of arguing.

"SMACK" The man sitting in the bar in the town, that Smoker was currently in with you, was met with a harsh slap to his face.

Everybody in the bar knew you and your calm nature and because of that, they were shocked. Even Smoker was surprised by your actions. The man was talking way too much shit about how your partner keeps letting pirates run away and you just had enough. You yelled at the man who was visibly scared. Who wouldn't be?

Meanwhile, Smoker was chuckling in the corner knowing that his reputation won't fall when the problem is in your hands. Now the grumpy man turned into an amused proud man.

"Karma is a bitch ain't she?"

TASHIGI

Tashigi is fierce and strong but she melts every time she sees kindness itself in a human form. Her partner being so lovely calm and kind. She is just in heaven when she can lay in their arms.

You are loyal and will always cheer her on in her job. And she was just adoring the way you handled things with gentleness. She also knew that you would take care of her if anything ever happened to her. She saw you as pure innocence.

"YOu A WomAN BEinG a SuCcesSFUl MaRinE?" The drunken man yelled her way as he laughed. The man continued on teasing her about being only good for sex and not for a man's job. She shed a small tear hearing a person who calls themselves a man is acting just like a boy.

"CRCHING" "BANG" The man fell to the floor with glass shards surrounding him. A wound on his head bleeding. He jolted and screamed in pain. He looked angrily at the person who bashed the bottle over his head.

He was surprised to see the softest person in the country next to him. Tashigi quickly grabbed you and pulled you out of the bar scolding you on your way out. "This isn't how a marine's partner should act!!" She kept hissing. Everyone forgot about the drunken idiot and started feeling bad for you. That this kind person is being yelled at for protecting the person who is currently yelling at them.

To you tho. You had to giggle a little bit when you saw Tashigi showing you a thumbs-up while scolding you. Later you both had a good laugh about the idiot in the bar.

"I bet he didn't even touch a woman."

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n3on-graveston3s-calling · 4 months

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Sometimes, Tiktok audios can do good.

Super small blurb; no warnings, just mildly suggestive.

Characters: idk imagine your blorbo. [ I wrote this specifically with Law, Ace, and Smoker in mind so. Go crazy. ]

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Their hands grip his jaw, turning his head towards them despite the way he'd almost- almost- turned to press a kiss to their fingers. Their thumb brushed against his lower lip, and his lips parted as if on instinct.

“You think you can have me?” He asked, voice teasing, taunting, even as Their fingers continue to hold, continue to press. Their thumb dips into his mouth briefly, and oh- that sends a shockwave through his system.

“I mean…” They trail off, a smug look upon their features as they gaze down at him. Their hips shift upon his lap, dragging out a soft sound- not quite a moan, not quite a gasp. A sigh of pleasure, perhaps. “Couldn't I?”

“Ah, fuck.” He hissed, brows furrowing, gaze flickering down to where they sat, their slow ruts against him. It was driving him mad.

They hum, tilting his head back up, leaning in so that their faces were closer. Eye contact seemed difficult for him, suddenly. “Yes, or no?” They whisper, watching as his cheeks colored, as his pupils dilated, as his decision was made.

“Yes,” he breathed before surging up, capturing them in a surprising- but very much welcomed- kiss.

#writings of a mad author ( fanfiction )#im gonna tag them bc this is good.#portgas d ace #captain smoker #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x male reader #portgas d ace x gn reader #captain smoker x gn reader #anyways have fun

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smut-things · 1 year

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Since m/m is so rare to find for one piece works, I'm gonna contribute and make some too!

I will not do certain non-con things. I will do any character from one piece (but if I don't really know them I'll watch some scenes and go from there)

I don't normally do angst bc I personally don't like it but I will do it if asked

#zoro smut #zoro x yn #usopp smut #luffy smut #law x male reader #smoker smut #katakuri smut #portgas d ace x m! reader #zoro x male reader #sanji x male reader #luffy x male reader #nami smut #robin smut #shanks smut #one piece

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luvkyu · 7 days

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nicotine ( lee taeyong )

taeyong x male reader

just smoker boyfs <3

content : 0.8k words, fluff, smoking ( regular cigs ), very babyboy tyong

"i'm gonna go for a smoke."

taeyong's eyes fluttered open at his boyfriend's words. he hadn't even realized that he was dozing off while y/n played video games.

taeyong lifted his head from y/n's chest, the mattress rising a bit with the absence of the other's body. taeyong watched y/n rub his eyes and grab his cigarettes. he looked back at taeyong and sent him an endearing wink before going out onto the balcony. taeyong blushed. he hated when y/n winked at him. or rather, he hated the way it made his heart flip.

taeyong slowly got up after him. he grabbed y/n's shirt that had been tossed onto the nearby desk chair and slipped it onto his bare chest. he looked in the mirror as he walked to meet y/n outside. his hair was messy and his face was a little puffy from the small nap, but he thought he still looked somewhat cute at least.

the night air felt refreshing as taeyong stepped onto the balcony. y/n gazed at him lovingly while he took a cigarette out.

"you look adorable, yong."

taeyong smiled and sat beside him.

"thank you," he answered quietly.

taeyong still found himself incredibly shy and giddy around y/n. they had only been officially dating for two months, but before that taeyong had a major crush on him.

"want one?"

taeyong looked over to y/n with raised brows. he quickly nodded when he saw y/n holding out his pack of cigarettes and his lighter. taeyong happily took one of the cigarettes, lit the end of it, and took a long inhale. he leaned back in his chair as he exhaled slowly.

"can i have the lighter?" y/n asked.

taeyong looked at his partner again, not even realizing his cigarette wasn't lit yet. taeyong was about to hand him the lighter before he stopped himself. he looked down at the gadget in his hands as an idea came to him.

"yong..?" y/n was a little confused as to why the other was just staring at the lighter now.

taeyong swallowed his anxiety and leaned forward, connecting the end of his cigarette with his boyfriend's. y/n's eyes widened a bit. usually being the one to initiate things, he wasn't expecting taeyong to be so brave. why was such a small gesture so, so attractive?

taeyong's eyes met y/n's as their cigarettes connected, faces close and hearts racing as they waited for the flame to take. taeyong leaned back in his seat nervously once y/n's cigarette was finally lit.

y/n took his own cigarette between his fingers and away from his mouth, a small puff of smoke following. his eyes were glued to taeyong, who was now looking away and hiding his red cheeks. y/n smiled.

"baby," y/n called softly. taeyong brought himself to look at the male again. he felt embarrassed now.

y/n reached over to take taeyong's cigarette in his other hand only to quickly replace it with his lips. taeyong was a little taken back, but sunk into the kiss before he could even completely process what was happening. y/n was like his own addicting nicotine.

y/n continued kissing him deeply for another few seconds. taeyong felt lost when he finally pulled away.

"u-um.." taeyong sputtered out. y/n smiled at this reaction. he smugly grazed his thumb against taeyong's bottom lip, before enticingly inserting the blushing man's cigarette back between his lips.

taeyong sat back with a pout. he brought his knees up against his chest and formed an upright ball beside y/n.

"..that was hot," taeyong mumbled into his knees. his gaze was set straight in front of him, refusing to meet y/n's eyes again. y/n simply held too much power over him.

"hm? what was that?" y/n teased before taking another drag. taeyong watched the smoke thin out into the air.

"nothing.."

"did you say it was hot?" y/n urged on with a taunting grin.

taeyong sighed and finally let his knees fall back down. "i said nothing," he insisted as he crossed his arms.

"hmm," y/n pretended to think about it. "alright, i guess i just won't kiss you anymore then."

"no-!" taeyong instantly turned to face him before stopping himself once again. he scowled at the satisfied look on y/n's face and watched him continue smoking.

"y/nnnn.."

y/n laughed lightly and hooked his arm around taeyong's shoulder, pulling him closer.

"i'm kidding, yong. you can have all the kisses you want," he assured while planting another quick kiss on taeyong's cheek.

taeyong smiled and set his cigarette in the nearby ashtray, only to wrap his arms firmly around his boyfriend's waist and cuddle into him.

"..y/n?"

"yes, baby?"

"thank you."

y/n looked down at taeyong in confusion, "hm? for what?"

"i dunno. just thank you. you make me really happy."

y/n frowned from the sweet words. he placed another kiss on taeyong's head before looking out at the view of the city in front of them.

"of course. anything for my boy."

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haespoir · 11 months

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dive into you: mkl.

cave me in, part two!

⨯ pairing: plug!mark x reader

⨯ word count: 1.7k

⨯ summary: mark makes it clear that he wants more than being just your plug. he won't stop until you're his.

⨯ warnings: mentions of drugs (weed), more suggestive content... uh that is it i believe

⨯ playlist: better, khalid / snooze, sza / mmmh, kai

⨯ extra content: part one

⨯ a/n: okay... i tried to work on my writing a bit here, but i'm not sure how i feel about it? i said i would work on describing the setting more but it slipped my mind... so next thing i post.. I SWEAR I WILL WORK ON IT!! anyways, ty @markonthemoon for dealing with my brainrot surrounding plug!mark :3 any feedback is very appreciated ♡

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The next morning you wake up on a bare chest. For a moment, you feel the panic begin to bubble in your chest. Now, you weren’t a prude or anything, but one-night stands were just not something that you were into. Before you can fully panic, you feel the person below you stir awake.

“Good morning.” Mark’s raspy voice goes straight to your heart. It was something that you wouldn’t mind hearing every morning. It was so different from his regular speaking voice; you can feel yourself falling into him more and more. It doesn’t help that the morning sun is looking down on the two of you; it feels so intimate.

“Morning,” you mumble, opting to bury your face in his neck. You might just explode on the spot if you made eye contact with him. However, this causes Mark to let out a groan, and it’s one that you can feel in his chest. Unknown to you, the male had been awake far longer than you had. Now, Mark was no hopeless romantic, but he swore that night with you had changed him. Maybe it was just the weed in his system. He wasn’t sure.

It was like you were a sweet, comforting rain that he had accumulated over time. You drenched him wave after wave until he felt like he was drowning until he felt that he couldn’t handle it anymore. But oddly enough, he doesn’t fight it. He doesn’t want to fight it. Without hesitation, he willingly dives into you.

His peaceful morning was enough proof that it wasn’t just a one-time thing–– not to him. With you in his arms, all his worries felt far away. There was nothing that felt better than waking up like this. Though there was one thing that seemed to gnaw at his mind… Did you share this sentiment?

After weeks of knowing you, Mark realized that you weren’t much of a smoker at all. It was almost confusing. The small containers of weed on your desk were enough proof; they were all things you had bought from him, and while he found the way you wrote each strain and the date it was purchased endearing, he couldn’t understand why you hadn’t smoked it. You definitely smoked; the number of times he tasted you on the shared blunt the night before was proof of that. You would rather die than admit that many of the times you bought from Mark were purely due to attraction, not because you actually needed anything.

“I actually don’t smoke a lot,” you had said the night before. “I prefer edibles. I just keep that for special occasions with friends.” Is that what the hook-up was? A special occasion with a friend? That thought tormented Mark. There was no way that he was going to let you slip through his fingers now that he had you. You weren’t going to be able to escape him.

Even after the awkward breakfast the two of you shared in your quiet apartment, Mark wasn’t scared. In fact, he was more bold. There were so many nights where you found yourself sitting in his passenger seat, his hand on your thigh as he drove around aimlessly. So many nights where he just held you in the dark, the smell of weed permeating your clothes when he dropped you off in the morning.

It wasn’t just the weed that seemed to linger on your clothes either. Mark’s cologne was always stuck on you. So much so, that when Haechan had seen you one day for lunch, he had scrunched his nose at the sight of you.

“You smell like Mark,” he had said, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. “Making moves on the weed man, are you?”

You had pretended to be wounded at his words, a cheeky grin on your lips. “This is what you wanted, no?” As much as Haechan wanted to wipe that annoying grin off your face, he knew you were right. He couldn’t count how many times Mark had asked him about you. The poor man was obsessed with you, and Haechan just couldn’t stand the way you both seemed set on ignoring your feelings. So he made sure to plant small ideas in Mark’s mind.

“Didn’t they say they liked marshmallows?”

So that’s where those extra marshmallow treats came from.

“I hear they’re stressed, maybe you should go check on them.”

Mark was texting you instantly, asking if you wanted to try a new strain with him. It also seemed that someone was lowering the price of your edibles without you knowing.

Now, the gummy bear idea was one entirely of his own. And he felt proud of that. Though he would never admit to you that he also enjoyed the clear gummy bears. But he would never eat a clear gummy bear if it meant he could see that adorable smile on your face.

And it seemed Haechan’s hints and pushing seemed to work because almost a month later you show up to a party, Mark following closely behind. It was like a moth to a flame; wherever you went, Mark was not far behind. Haechan wasn’t prepared to see the way he hovered around you; it made him want to barf. A pair of lovesick fools, that’s what he had called the two of you.

He wasn’t wrong. While the two of you weren’t necessarily private with the relationship you had going on, it didn’t mean you were actively showing each other off. This is why it comes as a shock to many people to see Mark basically wrapped around your finger.

“Is this what you meant by hard launch?” His question has you rolling your eyes. The male had spent at least 30 minutes before you had walked into the house marking up your neck in his car. The way you had proudly displayed the love bites on your neck made him swell with pride. You were his, even without the labels.

“That’s for social media,” you say, a small laugh slipping past your lips when he pouts. “Should I post a picture of you sucking on my neck like a leech on Instagram? Since you want a hard launch?”

This only makes him pout even more, his arms wrapping around your waist. Without warning, he’s nipping at the previous marks he made on your throat. “If it means more PDA, I’m not complaining.”

“You’re a dork,” you say, pulling away to cup his cheeks. “There’s never been a limit on the PDA.” To prove your point, you press your lips to his, ignoring the way the few people around you cheer the two of you on. Almost instantly, Mark reacts to your kiss. He’s pulling you closer; it was like close wasn’t close enough for him. It never was, and you’d have to agree.

When you finally separate, it’s like he’s taken all the air out of your lungs. You’re trying to catch your breath when he presses his forehead against yours, his whisper ghosting over your lips. “God, I am so into you. It’s driving me crazy.”

“Sorry,” you mumble. But you weren’t sorry at all, you both knew this.

He chuckles at your words, stealing a quick kiss. “Can we get out of here? Please, puppy?”

You hated that the nickname had stuck; it was a nickname that sent butterflies straight to your stomach, especially when he looked as delicious as he did now. “We can do whatever you want, my love.”

Mark swears he’s dizzy with how much he wants you, and he’s someone who doesn’t need to be told anything twice. The two of you quickly disappear from the party, throwing half-hearted goodbyes at your friends before you guys slip away into the night.

You find yourself in the back of Mark’s car, smoke filling the spaces between the two of you. Even if the space was a bit cramped, nothing could stop Mark from pulling you into his lap. He loved holding you there. His fingers would drift, tickling your waist every now and then. He was such an affectionate person. If anything, you were the one going crazy.

But even with the affection, you found yourself scared. Riding the high, you decide there’s no better time to get answers out of Mark. Anything to settle your racing heart.

“Is there anyone else you’re with?” Your question is barely audible, the fear of his answer weighing heavily on you. It felt ridiculous to ask, knowing that there was realistically no time for Mark to be seeing anyone else. But you had to be sure, just to get rid of those small voices.

“I’m just with you right now,” he says, reassuringly squeezing your waist. “It’s always just been you.”

This makes your heart flutter, and you can feel the warmth decorating your cheeks. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Mark.

“God, you look so good right now,” he groans. “I could devour you.”

“Oh yeah?” You raise a brow at his statement, taking the chance to tease him. “I think I would look even better under you.”

Mark swears you can’t be real. There’s no way that you’re real. Surely you are just some figment of his imagination. No one was this perfect. But even Mark has to show a bit of self-restraint every now and then.

“Unfortunately, there’s no room for that back here,” he replies. And while you were teasing, you know that Mark is serious with the way he’s looking at you.

“We can always go back to my place.” You’re teasing him again. It’s going to be the end of him, especially with the way that you twirl his hair around your finger. And when you tug on his hair? Mark swears any rational thought he has is gone.

Removing you from his lap hurts, and the drive back to your place is even more painful. For once, your hand is on his thigh. You’re pinching and squeezing him; it’s nearly impossible for him to stay focused. When you guys get to your place, there are nearly no words spoken as you two blindly navigate your apartment. You were too caught up in each other; you could worry about the clothes you leave littering the floor later.

And when you wake up in the morning, your ear pressed against Mark’s bare chest once again, you swear there’s nothing better than this.

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wifeofasith · 5 months

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Warnings — Dead dove - do not eat, psychologist!Anakin x reader, manipulation, coercion, captivity, blindfolding, tying up, drugging, loss of consciousness, both Anakin and reader are mentally ill, scissor play, undressing, dub-con, implied murder, hinted homicide, hinted torture, stalker behavior, implied APD, implied suicide, Stockholm syndrome? Generally a messed-up piece of work.

Word count — 3k

Notes — A small project for my friend. Not something I'd normally write, but I took it as a challenge. Not exactly smut, but it's hinted & characters make out. Make sure to read the warning list and be mindful. Wrote it in a different point of view to make it as gender neutral as possible. NOT PROOFREAD.

After seven visits and a night of consideration, I've come to the conclusion that Doctor Skywalker wasn't the correct mental health specialist for me. And it wasn't because he was bad at his job, no, quite the opposite. Anakin Skywalker was an attractive male in his forties. He never shared details about his personal life, and despite that, he managed to create an impression of a person I've known for months, if not years, of my life.

Anakin scared me. Not intentionally, of course. It was what he's supposed to do — pick up the details of me, the patterns of my brain, my movements, and my involuntary fidgeting. He was a modern mind reader, and I couldn't help but wonder if he's aware of every thought I've had when he sat in front of me, with his legs crossed, glasses hanging on the very tip of his nose, a linen button-up with the last button left free. Could he hear what my inner voice was saying during those stolen stares? The gentle tapping of a fountain pen on his notebook told me he could.

He wasn't the only one digging for specifics, though. His purposeful, secretive behavior made me want to figure him out. As if he were my medical project and not the other way around. I knew that it wasn’t ethical; part of his job was to keep the outside world, including his own, off his patients' brains to avoid influencing them. But I needed to know more. Anakin Skywalker was my psychologist, and I was utterly and entirely obsessed with him. Maybe that's exactly why I should stay in therapy. For one reason or another.

It was Tuesday morning, and I woke up especially early for my supposedly last appointment. I wanted to take a longer way to his office and connect all the pieces of private information my ill brain gathered and processed about Anakin. There were plenty of assumptions, facts I couldn’t know for sure, and guesses about his life that were possibly altered by whatever’s been lurking in my brain. However, I loved the image. In my head, Anakin was divorced. The absence of an expensive stone on his ring finger forced me to come to that conclusion. A glimpse of his phone wallpaper portraying two toddlers told me he was a father of two — a boy and a girl with the same gentle but intense stare he wore. The bundle of keys on his office desk told me the kind of car he drove, how many locks his house had, a keychain of his assumed favorite hockey team hinted at what he enjoys doing in his free time. Oh, and he was a smoker, that’s for sure. You could never miss the smell. No matter how many mints he swallowed before my visits or the scent of soap he used to wash his smoke-stained fingers, the cigarette trace was always obvious. But I didn’t mind it, not one bit. His natural smell mixing with the dirt of an addiction on someone who’s supposed to be an example of a perfect intellectual man was like knowing his dirty secret — it was arousing.

I came fifteen minutes early. My doctor worked on the third floor of a five-story commercial building; it was an environment I deemed to be perfectly suitable for a man such as Anakin. Modern architecture surrounded by enough green to not appear like a dystopian haven. And it was an excellent choice for a psychologist office, initially. Personally, however, I thought it was too perfect. Everything surrounding Anakin was a bit too perfect, from the way he carried himself to the choice of his work spot — it always rubbed it in for me that there are people doing okay, people who aren’t chained with the issues of their own heads, uncaged, people who can enjoy that perfect organic modernist dream.

I was going to spend the punctual sixteen minutes outside on a bench before stepping inside and greeting the doctor with a new wave of depression to discolor some of his lively world; after all, that’s what he’s signed up for. I sat down comfortably, not too far from the main entrance, admiring the surrounding park while judging parents chattering around while their strollers were left unattended near the children’s playground. It was enjoyable to see and possibly figure out the mindset of all the strangers and passersby. I felt like my own kind of psychologist, but I never had any intentions to help the people I marked as dysfunctional in one way or another. I lacked some empathy, yes, but that only made my life easier; I wasn’t as attached to problems that weren’t my own, and I could analyze people without their lives influencing mine. My doctor’s fairytale was unfortunately disturbed by the raspy voice greeting me.

“Good morning. You’re early.” Anakin greeted me with a welcoming yet slightly surprised tone. “I’m glad.”

The coffee in his hand told me otherwise; I could only assume though, but he probably expected to spend a good ten minutes alone in his office, enjoying the morning with a hot latte and with no bothering from his patients before his workday even started.

“Good morning.” I nod too nonchalantly for my own liking. It was obvious I was forcing the tone, and if someone is to pick on such a small detail — it’s him.

“Let’s go; I don’t mind starting early.” He smiles, and I can once again can tell what a liar he is.

I follow him inside a white-lit lobby area, where he’s greeted by a few people he’s familiar with. He walks with masculine confidence, and I find myself feeling so disgustingly small beside him, small and insignificant. I wonder if he’s ever aware of the effect his demeanor has on people. It pisses me off and excites me further. It’s a case of mental masochism, and I’m a pathetic victim.

After a few second elevator ride, spiced with his initiated small talk, we enter the office. He offers to make me a cup of tea, giving me a choice of peppermint and lavender. I was about to decline when I reminded myself that it was my last time here and that I had never drunk lavender tea before. So I agree, encouraging him to be generous with sugar.

“Can I assume you being oddly early to come means an improvement in your mood?” He asks as he brews my beverage. It’s almost as if he’s not even working yet, not taking notes and analyzing me, but I know it’s just a facade to make me feel more comfortable.

“Perhaps. More so that I don’t think I’ll be visiting anymore.” I confess and go along with his play.

“Can I ask why?” His broad back turns from me, and I’m greeted with his handsome face. There was no hint of confusion or surprise; you would think he'd expected me to say that.

I shrug my shoulders, following his hands as he stirs my tea and pushes a delicate porcelain cup forward. His voice is nice, but I would much rather stare at him than watch his miserable attempts to help me.

“I don’t think therapy is necessary. Not anymore, at least.” I take a sip of a hot lavender drink, my hands taking the cup involuntary to avoid speaking further. The brim touches my lips, and I hiss in pain from the burning liquid. I swear he chuckles at me.

“I would like to continue seeing you.” He crosses his legs and leans back in his chair. The gaze he’s fixed on me, mixed with the weird silence after he stops asking questions, is making my insides squirm with anxiety. It’s never like that around him.

“You see, y/n, you are an interesting case…” Anakin pushes his glasses up with his index finger, rocking his chair slightly. “You’re an obsessive stalker.” He blurts out as a wide grin spreads across his face. “And I dislike misbehaving patients.” His face is becoming more blurry as we speak, and I feel myself sinking into the velvet cushion of an armchair.

Fucking lavender tea...

I couldn’t tell if I was out for days or mere minutes, but I’m pretty sure if the familiar smell of cigarettes hadn't reached my nostrils, I’d still be asleep. I opened my eyes only to be met with a dark cloth concealing my sight. I know I’m still in Anakin’s office because the sensation under my restrained wrists is of the same velvet chair. I remained still, in hopes of figuring out what’s going on. Only one thing was clear: I shouldn’t have came today yet alone drank tea. That's a gut feeling for you. The blindfold is weak around my eyes, and I guess it’s less for hiding the view and more for intimidating me. Good job, doctor.

“Oh?” Anakin gasps mockingly. “You’re up early, little bird.” He’s standing behind me; one of his hands snakes up my neck, fingers twisting into my hair. “Good.” He tightens the cloth around my eyes.

“There’s something about you. You’re as annoying as you’re pretty, and I can’t decide if I want to keep you as my little pet or get rid of you and mask it as the tragedy of a weak-minded person.”

I can sense him walk away and then make his way back into his chair in front of me. I sat up straight, settling my head towards him to show how little his words were frightening me. My mind’s been playing games on me since I can remember myself, and a mere human couldn’t scare me with ropes and threats when my own head was a prison of torture most of my life.

“I urge you to make that decision now before your next patient finds us in this roleplay of yours.” I tug the restraints on my hands.

Anakin laughs; I can hear him light a cigarette.

“Yeah?” He pauses, probably taking a puff. “You’re stupid. You don’t think you should be scared?”

I know I should be; in fact, I am not mentally ill enough to be oblivious to how messed up my situation actually is. But I’m not scared, and that scares me way more than being held hostage by my own psychologist.

“So what then, doc? Don’t keep me waiting.”

I can feel Anakin rise from his seat and slowly make his way to stand in front of me. I can’t see him, but as he towers over me, I lift my head up. There is that sense of feeling small again. Maybe it’s less about his confidence and more about how twisted his mind is to lure in people like that.

“Do you think I haven’t noticed? You… Digging through me, trying to figure me out... Watching me. You’re sick.” He grabs my chin. ”You’re sick, and it pisses me off.”

“So you decided to tie me up?”

He sighs, and I’m pretty sure he’s fed up with my poor sense of judgment.

“No, I decided to tear up your dignity piece by piece to show you who’s the real maniac between the two of us.” He yanks the blindfold off my face, and I can’t help but wonder if the initial purpose of it was to do just that. It's as if he’s planned every single second of our sick encounter.

His piercing deep blue eyes star into mine intensely, filled with overwhelming emotions of visible hatred and lust, and I am no longer sure if I want to scream into his face or bite his lips off in an intense session of kissing. I want to make him bleed through both pain and pleasure. Can he tell what I think this time too, or is he sane enough to be unaware of the disturbing thoughts spiraling in my scrambled brain?

“Don’t look at me like that.” He says it with a disgusted tone.

“Do you not enjoy my stare, doctor?"

I don’t know why I said that. I don’t know why my tongue moved in such a seductive manner when I spoke to him. Maybe it was the fruit of his manipulation, making me feel safe, making me trust him, and then turning me into a mindless vessel that craves his approval. Or maybe my problems dive deeper into my body, and it’s just who I am. Maybe sickness excites me.

Whatever the reasoning, it seemed to amuse him. Though I still couldn’t read if his amusement was based on hatred for that twisted attraction he obviously felt towards me, part of me wished it was later.

“You’re a masochist.”

“And you’re a sadist.”

Anakin raises his eyebrow. “So you agree?”

We were both right, but I wasn’t just going to sign up for him hurting me. Or at least not this easily. As I wonder how this is going to go, he leaves the room.

I like to think he’s keeping me because he finds me desirable. It doesn’t exactly make the whole captive situation better, but hell, it’s satisfying when you’re entertaining enough for a man such as Anakin to consider not murdering you instantly. For other eyes, it would make his image less perfect, but to me, he’s becoming better by a second.

Anakin comes back with a pair of metal scissors in his hand. He towers over me again, this time raising my chin with a cold blade.

“You’re not letting go of that stare, are you, darlin’?” He bites his lip, looking down at me.

The stinging blade traces down my neck, sliding over my right collarbone. The thicker skin he reaches, the more pressure he’s applying, yet he's not breaking the flesh, only leaving a red, tingling line. It drags over my clothed shoulder and down the sleeve of my shirt. He does it slowly, not breaking eye contact, as if he’s done it a thousand times before. I question if I am as special as I thought I was.

“You have no idea what I am going to do to you.” He leans down to whisper as he hooks the cutting edge under the cuff and cuts into it.

A cold sensation sends shivers up my arm when he lets the two blades rip through the material all the way up to the neckline, leaving my left limb completely free of clothing. The dust particles tickle my nose, causing a sharp inhale, which he mistakes for fear.

“Scared?”

Not a chance. It’s better than just undressing me; it gives a sense of foreplay, whether before sex or murder. He repeats the same process on my other sleeve.

“You like playing with your food?”

Anakin grins widely. I think he’s liking me more and more. "Oh, how I’ll enjoy devouring you, my sweet dessert."

He drops down to his knees, placing his hands on my thighs to keep them apart and give him more access to be closer to me. He cuts into the hemline of my shirt and rips it across the middle, parting it and exposing even more of me for his eyes to eat. He doesn’t stop there and digs the point of the scissors into my chin, causing a painful sting. I look into his eyes, clouded with darkness, biting my teeth together to avoid hissing from the ache.

“Mouth.” He says that, and my lips part involuntary, as if he had control of my own body.

He slides the scissors fully into me, leaving only the rings hanging out.

“Bite.”

I clench my teeth against the metal to prevent myself from choking. Anakin looks at me proudly, as if saying how good I am for listening to his orders. He grabs the waistband of my pants and commands again.

“Hips.”

I lift myself up, and before I know it, I’m almost entirely naked, tied to a chair, with scissors digging into the back of my throat. And I don’t think ever in my life I’ve been this turned on by a mere thought of being hurt.

He stands up, grabbing the tool out of my mouth and yanking it out without any consideration. With trembling hands, he starts cutting the ropes off my wrists.

“I’m about to die from the feelings you make me feel.” He groans.

Once my hands are free, I clash into him like an animal freed from a cage who’s been deprived of meat. His lips lash onto mine, and his arms grab my thighs and lift me up against him. He’s kissing me, and my body’s burning with sickness and desire. Anakin carries me to his desk, sweeping all the papers and stationary on the ground with a loud, crashing sound, breaking whatever’s fragile and unlucky enough to interfere with our twisted fantasy.

Anakin’s teeth graze the skin on my neck as he throws me to lay on the wooden tabletop. He digs his teeth into my flesh, making me gasp. He’s marking my body with deep red bruises, and I wonder if it’s to hurt me, taste me, or make me see the sars. I’m pretty sure all three things are happening at the same time, though.

He pulls away for a second just to force his tongue into my mouth. And I kiss him. I crave him. I want to make him feel weak for not killing me; I want to make him feel vulnerable for giving into his desires, but the only one who’s feeling small is me. Just like every other time. I keep kissing him, tasting his spit in my mouth as it smears over my chin from how hungrily he’s working. And he keeps devouring me. He keeps devouring me, and I can’t force myself to stop him.

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