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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,086
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own One Piece nor do I make any profit from this fanfiction.
Stop, Drop and Roll
Stop, Drop and Roll
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: SmokerxAce, cracky, yaoi, slightly smutty.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece still… what the hell are my lawyers doing? D8
Rating: R
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When it came to Ace, there was only one policy Smoker had: stop, drop and roll.
Step one: stop what he was doing immediately, no matter what it was. If there were bystanders, shoo them elsewhere as quickly as possible before step two.
Step two: drop his pants. They only got in the fuckin’ way anyway, so there was no need for them; they’d be off in a few moments anyway, and it was better to take them off himself than risk the brat scorching them from his skin.
Step three: roll. On a desk, on the floor, on a bed. It didn’t matter where they were, there would always be a surface they could roll themselves against while rocking against each other needily. Occasionally an innocent object would get destroyed in the process, but Smoker didn’t mind that so much. Items were replaceable, after all. Time with his lover was not.
Of course, after all of that, there was usually some sort of fire going on around them by that point. No matter what, Ace just couldn’t control himself in his more passionate moments, but Smoker took that as a compliment.
It just meant he was that fucking good.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: SmokerxAce, cracky, yaoi, slightly smutty.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece still… what the hell are my lawyers doing? D8
Rating: R
--
When it came to Ace, there was only one policy Smoker had: stop, drop and roll.
Step one: stop what he was doing immediately, no matter what it was. If there were bystanders, shoo them elsewhere as quickly as possible before step two.
Step two: drop his pants. They only got in the fuckin’ way anyway, so there was no need for them; they’d be off in a few moments anyway, and it was better to take them off himself than risk the brat scorching them from his skin.
Step three: roll. On a desk, on the floor, on a bed. It didn’t matter where they were, there would always be a surface they could roll themselves against while rocking against each other needily. Occasionally an innocent object would get destroyed in the process, but Smoker didn’t mind that so much. Items were replaceable, after all. Time with his lover was not.
Of course, after all of that, there was usually some sort of fire going on around them by that point. No matter what, Ace just couldn’t control himself in his more passionate moments, but Smoker took that as a compliment.
It just meant he was that fucking good.