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Who's Afraid of The Big Bad Wolf? +18

Day 4 of Spooktober

Fandom: One Piece

Ship: Werewolf!Ace X Werewolf!F!Reader

Warnings: Teach being a creep, stalking, graphic violence in wolf form, murder, possessive behavior, scent kink, lowkey-ish breeding kink, creampie, incredible stamina (that I don’t recommend you try and replicate for several reasons—hydrate or die-drate), biting, profuse amounts of emphasis on marking the skin, praise kink, and dirty talk.

@spitfire-of-the-sea

Word Count: 5,172

Autumn had settled comfortably into your town. The leaves littering the sidewalk in swaths of crunchy yellow and orange piles that crowded onto streets and lawns. While it was still somewhat warm, there was a definite chill to the air that encouraged early morning fog to roll in through the thick woods behind your house. You enjoyed drinking a warm beverage on the back porch to watch the sun melt away the fog bank before going on a run.

You had been running more often lately as a form of stress relief. Things had been tense lately due to some unsavory trouble in the local pack. Teach, a long-time member, had nearly killed Thatch. A man you had always enjoyed the presence and cooking of, as did most everyone else. No one was sure why he had done it, but Whitebeard had evicted him from the pack and surrounding lands for his crimes. As pack leader, he could do that, but that didn’t stop Teach from lingering at the borders anyway.

Teach had barely been seen in months but everyone knew he was unlikely to leave on his own accord. Not while you were still living on pack lands. His… interest had always been apparent. Any pack function that you attended inevitably lead to Teach lingering too close to your liking. Anytime Teach was politely told to back off, he would… for a while. Which lead to you sticking closer to other pack members to ward him off. Thatch among them, but Marco, Izo, and Whitebeard himself didn’t mind temporarily letting you catch your breath from his advances. Puppy love, they had joked, referring to the ill-mannered and clumsy way Teach loomed over you at every opportunity. But as time went on, even they grew less tolerant of it.

Ace was surprisingly very good at warding off Teach. His charismatic personality drawing in many pack members that he skillfully used to make a literal barrier of people to separate Teach from you. And Teach couldn’t seem to be too mad at Ace about it either, though whether or not that was really the case was difficult to determine. It wasn’t like anyone thought he’d try and kill another pack member either.

The fact that Ace casually throwing his arm over your shoulder to pull you close to him as he regaled other with a story about his supposed mountain bear bandit family caused your heart to race was… totally irrelevant. No really, it had nothing to do with anything. Particularly not how his scent of a warm campfire and cinnamon honey made you feel safe. Or even how his bright smile made heat flood your chest. All of these things were unrelated to how often you sought refuge at his side.

You sighed, throwing on a loose hoodie to ward off the chill for your morning run.

So, you were enamored with the young werewolf. So what? Honestly, who wouldn’t be? Ace drew people in. It’s just how things were. And you knew you weren’t the only one. As charming as he was, Ace had no shortage of interested partners to pick from.

The one downside from Teach leaving the pack was that you didn’t have a ready-made excuse to curl up with Ace during pack events. Relegated to brief hugs of appreciation and ‘hellos', you were sure you imagined any lingering touches. If anything it just meant that you had lingered too long and Ace just got used to your presence. He was unusually touchy once you got close to him. Like he was relishing the contact and warmth of another at his side.

Stepping out onto your back porch, you did a few quick stretches and started a light jog into the trees. The crisp air pulled along your body as you relaxed into a steady pattern. The woods were beautiful in the fall, particularly when you shift, but for now you just wanted to get some exercise as a human. Slowly, your worries melted away. Allowing the rustling of the trees to fill your mind as you wound around trees and along faint paths the local wildlife made over the years. Thick bramble bushes were sparse, as per several pack members efforts to decrease clumsy pups matting their fur with thorns, so you were free to let your mind wander.

Every so often a stick would snap in the woods, cracking in the air at varying levels as the sun rose up. It was possible that others were also spending time out in the woods, but most pack members favored the fields on the other side of town to accommodate their large forms. Even you, smaller than average among your pack, had a hard time in some areas. But with practice you found the tight quarters no problem at all.

Crack!

You glanced over your shoulder, a brief glimpse of black fur ducking into a bush with only a whisper of sound briefly alarming you. Plenty of the others had black fur. It was a common color among the pack. But… you worried a little. They looked rather large, even for your pack. And had no reason to hide from you, honestly.

Crack.

Now they were on the other side of the trail and you came to a stop, looking back warily. If this was a prank, it wasn’t a very good one. Too bright to be a simple scare tactic. Too isolated to be light humiliation if you startled. And even with the length of time since Thatch almost died, pretending to stalk another pack member now was in poor taste. There also weren’t any pups young enough to be practicing stalking either. In short, no one should be trying to follow you like this.

A little ways ahead of you, back up the trail, a large black paw slipped from the bushes. Parting the dense fog obscuring the trail in thick patches. A little matted and dirty, the wolf stepped out into the path properly. Upon seeing the massive wolf, your heart dropped from your chest, ice shooting up your spine. It was unmistakably Teach, jagged fangs displayed cockily as he stared down at you. Beads braided into his fur clicking as another cold breeze swept through the woods, carrying with it a familiar scent buried under Teach’s thick, oily scent of booze and cherries.

Teach shook his head, baring his fangs as he took slow, confident steps forward.

You were terrified. You wanted to demand what he thought he was doing here—but it was obvious.

He was here for you.

Instantly, you turned heel and ran into the trees. Hoping to lose him in tighter corners. You shifted midleap to gain speed, gray fur a stark contrast to the autumn leaves you had been admiring before. If it had been winter, your chances of hiding would be better, but Teach had a very good sense of smell. You doubted you would be able to hide well regardless.

Teach howled in victory before bounding after you, smaller trees snapping when he slammed into them. Your lungs burned as you ran faster, winding around trees as your paws dug into the dirt and leaves. Kicking them into Teach’s snout when he got too close, teeth snapping playfully at your tail. Yelping, you tucked in your tail after a chunk of fur was tugged firmly.

You didn’t know what to do. You were panicking. The woods blurring around you as you kept running away from Teach but it was obvious now that he was toying with you. Despite his size, he maneuvered around the trees well enough to avoid thick trunks and simply bowled over trees too thin to hold against his massive size. Desperately, a low whine slipped through your throat, a bark of odd laughter just behind you. The sound jolting with every heavy slam of his paws.

Something darted out from behind a tree, a flash of color from the foliage as the massive shape sailed over your harried form and slammed into Teach. You tripped and tumbled in shock, turning towards the vicious growls and angry snarl as Teach yelped. Shaking from exertion, you panted as a wolf much smaller than Teach was tossed away. Dappled black and blond fur spread across a familiar muzzle, gray eyes glancing at you before fixing back on your aggressor with a flash of bared fangs. A bright orange hat fixed at the back of his neck with a string of red beads peaking through the thick fur.

Despite the obvious size difference between the two, Ace proved incredibly vicious as he dug his fangs into Teach’s throat, claws scratching across his face and underbelly. Blood and fur flew as they tumbled around, Teach finding it difficult to reach Ace save for a few critical nips. Horrified, you could only watch as Ace grew more aggravated, your fearful scent thick in the air as they fought. Tail tucked under your body and ears pinned back, you hunkered down and watched as they fought.

For a moment you were terrified you would have to watch Ace’s throat be ripped to shreds and be forced to run all from Teach all over again. Wounds collected steadily over his body and snout where Teach got in lucky shots. Huffing, Teach managed to throw Ace off of him before his eyes locked onto your quivering form and he snarled. Launching himself forward to lock his teeth over your neck.

You yelped, high and afraid as his fangs dug into your scruff. He started to drag you, the process made more difficult as your claws sank into the trail under the fog bank.

Ace answered with a snarling bark, sailing through the air and Teach howled in pain, letting go of you as the two slammed into the dirt at your side.

Shaking, you looked over and saw that Ace had bitten out one of Teach’s eyes, blood pouring from where teeth and fangs dug into his face. Teach tried to run, but Ace wasn’t having it.

Ace’s body slammed down onto Teach’s back and bit down hard, shaking his head furiously.

Snap!

Teach fell still instantly. Ace kept his fangs where they were for several long moments, panting and growling.

Slowly, he let go and threw back his head to howl in victory. Loud enough the whole town probably heard before eagerly loping over to you, splitting a trail in the dense fog. Whining, he gave your ear a lick and nuzzled under your chin. Briefly, he cleaned the sore spot Teach had left behind. With a soft woof, Ace moved away to shift back. Tan skin marred with bleeding wounds and bruises, but his lips were twisted into a bloody, smug grin.

“Hey firefly, c’mon. You’re safe now, I promise.” Ace kneeled down and gently rubbed your ears and ruffled your fur. You leaned into the soothing touch, allowing the tension to ease out of your body. When you were confident you could stand again, you moved back to shift as well. Ace taking the moment to wipe off his mouth with a grimace.

Still a little shaken and teary-eyed, you embraced Ace, tucking your face into his neck. Despite his injuries, Ace wrapped his arms around you in a firm embrace, hands rubbing your back. Your neck still hurt but you couldn’t help but worry more about Ace’s injuries over your own. Clearing your throat, you whisper into his skin.

“You’re hurt…” Ace chuckles, tenderly massaging the back of your neck.

“It was worth it.” Ace affirms gently into your hair, “I should call pops and let him know before Teach starts stinking up the place more than he already is.” Ace sneered. You pulled back, face flush as you were surrounded by his scent that only seemed thicker on the back of the lingering fog.

“Let me bandage you up. It’s the least I can do.” You offer, rubbing your eyes to get rid of the tears. Ace ruffled your hair with a smile.

“I’d appreciate that.” The entire walk back to your house, Ace’s arm never left your shoulder, leaning on you slightly for support but mostly as reassurance. Adrenaline slowly left your body, your hands trembling as you opened your back door. Your phone was still on the charger and you gestured towards it.

“You can use my phone to call him while I get the supplies.” You offered with a weak smile, “Help yourself to the fridge.” You couldn’t resist offering despite knowing full well he could eat you out of house and home. Hopefully he just grabs a soda.

Your medical supplies were tucked away in your bathroom, more robust than the standard kit found in stores due to your preferred running location. It wasn’t quite as impressive as the one Marco had, but it would do for the wounds Ace had gotten in his fight. Carrying the bag into the living room, you found Ace leaning against the counter, eagerly chatting over your phone.

“—Yeah, he’s dead alright. He won’t be bothering anyone anytime soon… No, I’m good, she’s bandaging me up. I’ll probably finish healing tonight—I was not! Shut up—” Ace pulled his face from the phone to scowl at the screen with a red phone symbol on it, “Asshole.” Ace looked over and saw you, beaming and gesturing to a fresh soda.

“Helped yourself, I see. I hope you washed your mouth out first.” Ace’s nose wrinkled as he took a seat on the counter. You pulled out your supplies and got to work cleaning the wounds.

“Yeah, I did. I don’t know what I expected but that bastard tasted nasty.” Ace complained. You snorted as you rubbed medicine where you could before applying bandages. Most were too big for band aids, necessitating bandages to be wrapped around his chest and arms. You were quite proud of how you managed to stay focused despite having a prime opportunity to marvel over Ace’s physique. He was quite muscular, pretty, tanned skin dotted with freckles all over. Not that you had never noticed before given Ace’s aversion to shirts.

“Thanks by the way. I thought Teach was…” You glanced away with a shiver, “Yeah… Thank you for keeping me safe. Again. You always make me feel safe.” You finished the last of his bandages and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his bandaged chest.

“Anytime.” Ace rubbed his cheek over your hair with a rumble, arms wrapping around your body. He sighed then, whispering into your scalp, “I missed this. Feeling you close to me. Like you’re mine…”

Your heart skipped a beat, heat rising to your face again. Surrounded by his scent and warmth, you swayed into him with a muffled whine that slipped from your throat. Looking up at him, you were startled to find his face inches from yours. Eyes gazing into your own softly.

“…Ace?” You whispered and he smirked, hands running over your sides to cradle your face.

“Yeah. Just like that. So sweet for me.” Ace leaned in, nose flaring as he breathed in deeply until your lips were almost touching, “Is it for me? I want it to be. I want it so bad firefly.”

He hesitated there. Close enough every soft pant tickled over your lips. There wasn’t any mistaking his intentions or the look in his eyes. Heavy and filled with a sort of smug certainty. Like he knew exactly what your answer was and just wanted to see you take the final step. To tilt your head back and allow his lips to brush over yours. Your hands drifted over his shoulders, cradling the firm muscle of his biceps and teasing the slightly raised skin where the top of his ‘name’ tattoo was placed.

Without thinking about it, you licked your lips, tongue brushing over his as he groaned in shock. Eagerly, he pressed closer, slipping his tongue between your lips to chase you. Drawing it close and tangling the two in a dizzying blend of sweet soda, iron, and something uniquely him. There was a muffled growl as he pulled your body against his, his hands quick to slip under your clothes to brush over your sides, toying with the band of your bra.

As quickly as he started, Ace pressed his hands down over your hips, cradling your ass with a firm grip. He squeezed playfully, startling you as he slipped off the counter and picked you up. Deliberately grinding your crotch over his hard erection. Smirking against your lips, he walked almost blindly down the hall, stumbling and occasionally pausing to pin you to the wall. Making sure he thrust his hips against yours to hear you pant and whine, his lips and teeth leaving marks along your throat. Like he was relishing the vibrations against his tongue.

For all the sounds you were making, Ace was far worse. Every groan and breath loud enough that it sounded like you were the one dry fucking him against the wall. Your body was on fire, and every harsh grind increased the temperature. You almost wished he’d just fuck you already for all the enthusiasm he was putting into his hips. Preferably before you broke the drywall behind you.

“A-Ah—Ace—fuck, please~!” Your head slammed back, nearly missing a picture frame. “W-Would you please just—hn--!” Ace pressed his nose against your throat and growled at the mark already present, sinking his teeth in firmly as he grabbed your hair and tilted your head to the side.

“I hate how he thought he could leave a mark on you like that.” Ace snarled, “Like you were his.” Ace hissed into your ear before groaning, his hips pressing hard against you. His lips slid messily under your jaw before catching you in a deep kiss again, his hand not letting go but also no longer pulling your hair. Only after thoroughly overwhelming you did he pull back.

“Ace?” You panted, muscles aching from the rising tension that spread and intensified with every thrust. His cock hot even through his pants against your clothed pussy.

“I want to get rid of it. The stench of fear on your clothes. That fucking bastard on your neck. I want to be the only scent you have.” Ace slipped his tongue hard between your lips, eyes only a sliver of flashing silver. His hand left your hair to drag down your clothes, prying the elastic of your jeans and panties away slowly. Eyes never leaving you as he dipped his fingers in the slick mess he made. “You’re going to smell so fucking good when I’m done with you. You want that, right? Dripping wet with me? For me?” Ace asked teasingly, his fingers circling your clit and pressing in. Stretching you open with ease.

You nodded furiously, reaching to yank his hair as you kissed him. The two of you moaning together as he kept playing with your soaked folds. He nipped your bottom lip and pulled away from the wall, one hand still holding you up with a firm grip under your ass. Fingers close enough that his hand still in your pants pressed against them. He hissed briefly but continued to carry you to your bedroom.

“Y-Your injuries!” You suddenly remembered, moaning softly as he slipped another finger in. All at once, Ace removed his hand and tossed you onto your bed with a smug grin. On his chest, a section of bandages was faintly pink. Gently, almost mockingly, Ace removed your clothes. Pressing deceptively chaste kisses to your skin, along your belly, breasts, and thighs.

With a harsh bark of laughter, Ace grinned down at you, hands gripping your waist.

“The only thing I want you to worry about, firefly, are the marks I give you. I’ve waited so long to have you like this.” Ace licked up your breast, teeth digging into the soft swell as he sucked harshly, ensuring a deep bruise was left in his wake. “And I want to savor every inch of you. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get every inch too.”

Ace’s hands fixed themselves on your thighs, spreading them apart as he worked over your breasts. Biting and sucking harsh bruises onto your skin. The pain was muddled as Ace slipped one hand up to toy with your folds. Pinching and gently pulling on your clit. Fingers scissoring you open every time he sank his teeth into a unmarked spot. You gripped the pillow beneath you as your body shook, moans and broken pants filling the room.

In truth, only half of your arousal was from his brutal assault on your skin and cunt. The rest was from the sheer debauched sounds Ace was making. You didn’t even know he could make such filthy moans. Like you were the most delicious thing he’d ever had, lips sealed over your breast as he flicked your nipple with his tongue. All the while his knuckles brushed across your pussy, teasing your opening wider with every pass. Your skin was slick with sweat and spit, chest a chaotic spread of darkening bruises as time slipped by you.

You only realized Ace was methodically moving down when he bit into the side of your rib, nose brushing one of his harsher marks on the underside of your breast. While he was definitely being careful, you almost felt like he was searching for a weak spot in your skin, he was biting every inch he found. Nipping over the soft skin of your stomach and licking where your hips dipped in towards your thighs. Pulling his hand free of your cunt, you glanced down just in time to see him lick the digits clean with a loud groan. His grin as he caught your eye was wolfish and unbroken as he lifted your thigh up over his shoulder.

Biting hard into the soft skin before dragging his tongue up to seal it over your cunt. Forcing his tongue in deep and moaning harshly. He pressed across every inch of your cunt, swirling around slowly like he was trying to clean you out. Pulling out to slide between your folds and harass your clit. He took the term ‘eating out’ to a whole new level. Forcing your thighs to press into his head as you screamed, tension suddenly releasing as you squeezed his tongue like you intended to keep it.

You cried out in broken sobs, matched only by Ace’s whorish moans as he continued to fuck you with his tongue. Openly relishing every squeeze of your cunt and wash of arousal that dripped and smeared across his jaw. Reluctantly, once you collapsed back on the bed, Ace pulled out his tongue with a wet pop. He pressed a kiss to your clit, briefly sinking his teeth over your mound and sucking harshly like he was trying to mark your cunt with a hickey.

Panting, Ace smirked.

“Fuck you taste good. I want more. Keep screaming for me, firefly.” Ace growled, flipping you over and lifting your hips up high, your knees barely managing to prop your body up to his satisfaction. “Whoops. Almost forgot about your sweet ass. Don’t worry, firefly. I’ll make sure to leave more marks here too.” Ace laughed vindictively as he dug his teeth into the fat of your ass, mere inches from your still dripping cunt. Making sure to suck another harsh bruise before briefly swiping his tongue to the side, tongue catching as he went to fix another bite on the opposite side. This time a little higher. You jerked with the pain and cried out, but his hands remained firm.

You buried your face into the pillow as you moaned with every pass of his tongue over your skin.

Ace bit hard next to your tailbone.

“Ah—hhnnnngh~!” You screamed, the sound wavering into a moan as Ace slipped several fingers into your cunt. He licked the bite apologetically with a laugh.

“Whoops. Bit harder than I meant to. Sorry, firefly. I’ll stop playing with your ass now and get back to the main show.” He lifted your hips up higher and drove his tongue in mercilessly. “Don’t hide from me. I want everything you have before I return the favor.” Ace growled against your cunt. Obligingly, you pressed your cheek against the pillow and squeezed your eyes shut. Losing yourself in the sensation of his tongue and lips slipped between your folds.

His hands gripped your thighs, thumbs pressing into the sides of your pussy to spread you open wider. It was clear he wasn’t stopping—if he ever did—until you were screaming again. And you held nothing back. Moans and soft cries building up but never quite outmatching the satisfied groans and wet smacks Ace openly made against your cunt. If he was unhappy with your performance, it didn’t show in how deeply he fucked you with his tongue. Licking up at your clit and occasionally chasing a slick trail down your thighs, ending with yet another biting hickey before returning.

“Ace-Ace-Ace-Ace-Ace--!” You chanted, your body twitching and straining against his hold, “A-Ah—Ah--Ace-Ooh~!” You screamed as Ace lapped at your pouring cunt with a victorious snarl, your back arching and presenting more of you for him to devour. That sweet scent of cinnamon heady in the air as it mixed openly with your arousal.

“So sweet to me, firefly~ I think it’s time to fuck this pretty cunt wide open.” Ace draped himself over your back, bandages soaked with what you hoped was sweat as he purred in your ear, “Your so fucking wet. Is my pretty little firefly ready to be fucked? My cock is aching to do some marking of its own, you know. Doesn’t that sound nice? Give you something to cry about, won’t it?” Ace reached back and something hot and thick pressed against your cunt. Pushing you open slowly as he hissed and snarled.

“H-Ha—ngh! O-Oh! Fuck, A-Ace yo-ooooh! Too much! Too bii—ahn~!” The head of his cock slipped in, splitting you open despite his vigorous preparations.

“Fuck! Soaking wet cunt and you still can’t take my cock? That’s so unfair, firefly. I’m trying to make you mine. Don’t you want to be fucked pretty under me? You’re trying to push me away like you don’t want it.” Ace nipped your ear with a whine, pulling his thick cock from your struggling cunt. You reached back and gripped his hair, turning your head to look at him. Panting, you licked at his open lips.

“Fuck me! P-Please—I want it, I want your cock! I wanna be yours—oh fuck don’t stop please!” You begged against his lips as he smirked, tongue interrupting your pleads. After a low groan, he pressed his hips back in, slowly breaching your cunt again with his thick cock. He pulled back, pressing his soaked lips against your ear with a snarl.

“Gladly.” Ace snapped his hips against your ass, dick pressed against your cervix. After a moment, he pulled away only to slam back in, setting an unforgiving rhythm as you moaned, “Look at that. Maybe you want to be fucked after all. Is it my turn to cum yet? Fill this cute pussy with my scent. You’d like that, right? Being bred like this? Fucked so hard you’ll smell me in your cunt for weeks.”

“Mhm~! O-Oh Ace, I want it so bad. Do-on’t sto-op—ohohoh—hahn~!” You cried out as his hips drove into you harshly, slamming against your ass hard. “Ace!” you screamed, cumming hard against his cock. But it kept driving into your pussy despite Ace moaning and panting into your neck. He snarled, cock twitching as he came, pressing in deep and pinning your hips against his own. He panted for several moments as his cum filled your body, occasionally being gently fucked back in with an absent grind.

Ace dragged his nose across the back of your neck and abruptly snarled.

“Not. Good. Enough.” Ace pulled his hips back and slammed in again, resuming his harsh pace as you cried out in shock. “You’re mine. My firefly. And I can still smell him on your body.” Still sensitive, you screamed as you came again, squeezing his cock hard. But he kept going still.

“Ace-O-oh—ah-ah-Ash—hnn~!” You slurred, body shaking and dripping with sweat and cum. His scent spiking aggressively as he bit your neck hard with a snarl.

“D-Do—on’t worry firefly. I remember. I’m not stopping. Keep screaming for me. You know I love it when you cry for me.” Ace fucked you harder, pinning your body to the mattress.

You cried a lot, throat growing sore with your constant screams as Ace kept going. Determined to erase any trace of a scent that wasn’t yours or his own. And he kept going long after the smell of cherries evaporated in the room, replaced by the thick scent of sex, cinnamon, and earthy spices. Every other orgasm followed by a harsh bite on the dwindling free space on your back and an outpouring of his cum. His body never letting up or pulling away from your own further than it took to drive his cock as deep as he could manage.

At some point he slipped his hands between your body and the mattress to fondle your breast. Pinch your nipples and clit, aggravating your bite marks further. Even when your body had nothing left to give, Ace kept giving instead. Occasionally he paused to press soft kisses over your spine, giving both of you a break despite his cock never leaving your body for long. Apparently the sight of his cum dripping from your cunt drove him wild.

Something you learned the hard way. Several times.

Until finally the afternoon sun slipped past the horizon, your body sore beyond belief and Ace—finally thank fuck—had his third dry orgasm. Panting, Ace pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and laughed.

Rolling over, Ace held you close, limp cock still pressed firmly against your cervix.

“…A-Ace?” Ace hummed, pressing more soft kisses up your neck with a pleased rumble. “I’m so tired.” You sighed, leaning back against him. Ace grimaced against your cheek.

“Sorry, firefly. Let’s take a nap and I’ll draw a warm bath afterwards.” Ace huffed and commented sarcastically, “I think I went overboard.”

“You think?!” You couldn’t help but yelp, Ace kissing the corner of your mouth with a charming smile. Even for werewolves this was ridiculous. You were surprised you were still awake.

“Afterwards we can go again.” You smacked his arm as he reached out for a light blanket. Ace laughed and kissed your cheek.

“I’m kidding!” Ace chuckled. “…Mostly.” You rolled your eyes and let your weary body pull you under. Ace’s arms curled around you as he tucked his face into your hair.

Tomorrow, he was sleeping on the couch.

#spooktober #kinktober #one piece smut #one piece ace #fire fist ace #Ace X Reader #this is actually the first one I wrote while I waited for the others to send in their requests #and the one responsible for setting the 5K standard for this event #so cheers to that ig lmao #why yes I did lean into the grayscale=Reader insert color scheme for the wolf form #thanks for noticing lmao #I wonder if werewolf ace will beat out yandere ace #ace smut

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