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Plsss

Can someone write like a lil thing for Ace, Shanks, Mihawk, Crocodile and/or Smoker or any One Piece character (secretly) seeing their S/O being able to whine (dance) and having crazy waist control (being able to bounce their ass without movin anything else)? 🧍🏻‍♀️

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.

assorted smoker headcanons

because i'm in love with him (feel free to reblog & add! i need more smoker lovers!)

- born & raised in loguetown, as a kid when he saw roger's execution he originally dreamed of becoming a pirate. however, with the influx of pirates in loguetown in the years after, he watched criminals desecrate his home city, and grew resentful, and so became a marine instead (and over the years lost faith in "good" pirates ever existing)

- isn't very sentimental, but did request the loguetown position for the satisfaction of cleaning the place up himself.

- has two parents alive and well in loguetown, doesn't talk to them much bc he's always busy and then fucks off to the grand line, but they're on good terms.

- i know the dudebros may come for me for this one, but smoker could easily be a bajillion times more deadly than he is (lots of ppl point out he could suffocate people from the inside out or other crazy shit w smoke) but chooses not to. chooses not to be that gruesome. smoke is not naturally offensive, and as he uses it it's only a deterrent to enemies or supplement to his own strength. he refuses to partake in the much more violent capabilities in part because he feels that's what distinguishes him from pirates.

- comes off as cranky, but he just has a love-hate relationship with his job.

- would never say it aloud, but considers tashigi an almost daughter-esque figure. he tries his best for her as both a teacher and colleague, but in the end they really only have each other and have only had each other for years; emotional support and knowing is a given at this point. he doesn't claim to "raise" her, but sometimes it feels a bit like he has.

- that being said, only tashigi is allowed to know his birthday or get him gifts. he usually tries to return the favor for her birthday and one or two major holidays.

- likes to make little rock cairns (like his stack when he's first introduced) on islands they go to. only if he has time and space for it.

- enjoys the sound of water, strangely enough. it's calming and soothes his senses (maybe that's the DF talking?) likes waves, rain, the sound of running water, etc.

- originally planned to be a navigator! he has an excellent sense of direction (thanks to his canonically excellent memory) and was planning to become a navigator as a kid (either for pirates or others)

- still likes to navigate by himself occasionally as commodore/vice admiral, and has gotten his ships out of some crazy weather patterns

- very pretty brown, dark tree bark brown, sunlight through a glass of rum brown, eyes.

- his hair is naturally all white (probs an inherited trait), but he's never met someone who also has naturally white hair

- not very fond of physical touch (except with an S/O that likely has to start small) but is accustomed to people invading his space for good or bad reasons (good reason: tashigi grabbing him for something) (bad reason: anything else)

- that said, he's not fond of PLATONIC physical touch, so if it was romantically intended he's more open to it, but still takes a long time to get accustomed.

- unorthodox cuddling positions.

- probably has a bajillion sleeping disorders so he never sleeps regular hours. but reluctant to take any kind of supplements or medication because he needs to be alert and ready to wake up at a moment's notice, and the one time he tried something like melatonin it knocked him out for 16hrs.

- doesn't laugh often, chuckles a lot, but his laugh is probably a solid belly laugh accompanied by a hand hitting the table.

- ACE SMOKER ACE SMOKER ACE SMOKER

- literally the vice admiral of asexuals HOWEVER i don't think he's totally sex-averse. he had his tumbles in his younger years (hina and drake cough cough) but as he gets older usually attributes less importance to sex and romantic partners - plus he's too fuckin busy.

- so a wildly low sex drive paired with "too busy for life" disease = probably...sex-favorable smoker? either way i want an ace flag w this man's name and face on it

- (may i add pansexual smoker to ace smoker)

- not materialistic, but probs kinda loaded from being a high-ranking marine and never having something to spend his money on?

- motorcycle guy. on the down low, though. he likes bikes and likes riding them (hence why he has one) but rarely gets chances to explore it as a hobby.

- looks like he's grimacing a lot if he doesn't have his cigars but ONLY because his mouth/cheeks are so accustomed to clenching around his cigars that when they aren't there, his facial muscles still tighten and move which usually results in an unintended scowl.

- also for this reason, probably has problems with clenching his jaw a lot, possibly resulting in headaches from time to time

- and FINALLY

- even if he's a big scary pirate hunting bloodhound, and even if it takes him a long time to get accustomed to regular romantic touch - STROKE HIS HAIR. i feel like he'd just die for really good headrubs. don't worry if his hair gets messed up, he'll fix it later, but for the love god let him put his head down and stroke his hair, his neck, his shoulders, and watch vice admiral smoker melt away into a blissful, much-needed nap.