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my-love-is-sunlight · 3 days

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Young, drunk and alone

Ace x singer!reader

Warnings: fem reader, alcohol consumption, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: In which you got a free tab in a bar where you preformed

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Ace watches your performance intently, not missing any of the words that scape your mouth, ringing in his ears in a mesmerizing chant. Admiring your hands as they strum your instrument with acquired ease hitting every single note perfectly, and relishing how your feet move your body all across the stage, your skirt dancing like the waves of the ocean. The lights bounce from your face just right, making you glow like a mysterious siren that has emerged from the depths of the ocean to lure him to you.

And he has fallen right into your trap

He is taken out of his daze when the bar erupts with applause, whistles and praises at your wonderful performance. You make a reverence smiling wide

“Such an amazing performer isn’t she?, Ace-yoi?” Marco swings over to his brother locking one arm over his broad shoulders, his breath reeks like alcohol and his beer spills on Ace’s shorts, making him grumble

Before he can even complain, his breath is cut short as he watches you making your way to the table, smiling at both men fondly, your eyes glittering like the warm candles lighting the place

“Y/n-yoiiii, we were just talking about you” Marco redirects the attention while the second division commander stays completely frozen at your mere presence

A lot of people would describe Ace as a confident man, sometimes even too confident, as warm and bright like the flames that come out from his fingertips. Feared by some loved by others.

But whenever you appeared in his field of vision he would transform into a blushing, stuttering nervous wreck, something he did not understand and even thought for a while he may just had came down with an illness, or maybe he was allergic to your perfume? No, that could not be, you smelled like the sweetest flowers and softest mornings. Was it your beaming smile? it always made his tummy feel funny, or maybe your eyes? They always froze him like Medusa.

He even tried avoiding you for a while as he discovered whatever this curse that had fallen over him was, but it only made matters worse. The need to follow you around, listen to your melodic voice or just knowing you were near gnawed at him, you became a necessity

One day tired of this weird symptoms taking over his life, Ace made his way to his friend’s office, asking Marco to cure him. After describing in great detail the way you made him feel, the Doctor couldn’t help but laugh at his clueless brother

“Yep, it is very clear, you have a severe cause of love”

“Love?”

Love

The word swirled around his head along side thoughts of you, you and him to be more clear. What was he to do with this feeling? Was he wrong from wanting it? More specific, wanting you to give it to him?

The more he thought the more confused he became, falling into a spiral of pining and yearning, having him eating form the palm of your hand, attached to your hip and eager to decipher you, to know everything about you. He wanted your attention, his hands brushing yours without him even noticing, a strong want for you to pamper him in caresses and tender touches took over him, sometimes even hurting him to not being able to hold you close

But he didn’t deserved such thing did he? The son of the King of the Pirates, his existence a mere sin, a mistake, a curse that he never wished to bestow over anyone else.

You deserved better

But you were just so addicting, Ace could not deny himself indulging in you

If only he wasn’t so blinded to see how much you also wished for him, how easily you allowed him to enter your life and spread like a bonfire, burning your heart to ashes

“Did you guys enjoy the show?” Even though the question was asked for both the pirates on the table, deep down, your question was directed towards Fire Fist

“YES!” Ace answers way too quickly and loudly, he clears his throat immediately after realizing his action, red creeping from his neck to his ears “You are always so so so great y/n” he smiles at you overflowing with endearment and love

“Thought you’d like it” you winked at the commander and stared at each other in a trance, Marco standing beside both of your stupid faces, surprised how two people with a brain each sometimes he doubted this statement and two eyes were not able to realize how whipped they were for each other. He slapped the commander’s back loudly making him stumble

“I’ll go get you a drink y/n-yoi” Marco announces his departure to the counter as you settle beside your dear friend, his gaze following your every move

“Shouldn’t have given them a free show”

You giggle before you scooch closer to him whispering in his red tainted ears “Everything on my tab is free tonight” you earned the most bright smile from the Fire Fist, a smile that could burn the sun itself

“Say less”

Usually you would be the one looking after Ace, making sure he didn’t fall asleep on top of anyone or anything dangerous or just standing, passing him water every now and then to keep him hydrated, and most of the times, offering a shoulder for him to lean on as you both walked back to the Moby Dick. Tonight was not gonna be any different until Ace begged you to follow behind… now you were 6 drinks in the lead, it was your free tab after all

Too bad you didn’t had any alcohol retention

The commander didn’t left your side the whole night, making sure no one tried to snatch you form the table in your drunken state, weary eyes following your shaky steps to the counter and giving the nastiest of looks to any prying eyes that settled on you, he even checked your drinks before you’d down them.

“yOu lOOk soO HOt riGhT nOw AcE” your laughter exploded to all the bar to hear as your hands squished his freckled cheeks, faces dangerously close. To Ace’s dismay, drunk you was vey handsy and tongue loose, making it hard for him to keep his composure

Marco stretched one of his arms from the other side of the table snatching your fruity drink “That’s enough for you missy”

You whined, still holding Ace’s flushed face in your hands, he carefully took them in his directing your attention

“I think it’s time to go back”

“WE HavEn’T eVen DAncEd” the slurring in your words yet another signal for you to cut the tab “The only good performer is drunk out of their mind right now” Fire fist stood up holding your hand tight enough for you to not refuse to follow him out the bar

“Good luck champ!” Marco’s teasing tone was the last thing Ace heard as he exited the crowded place

Your feet seemed to have forgotten how to function, stumbling right behind your lovely friend, he makes the executive decision that carrying you back would be much effective

“Alright y/n I’m gonna have to pull you over my shoulder ok?”

“NO!” You push him almost falling on your back on the rocky road under your feet “I can walk jus’ fine thank ya’ very much” Ace just sighs before he squats in front of you and toses you over his broad freckled shoulders with ease, making you protest

“You’re lucky you’re hot” you say, words still slurring

A laugh rumbled from the center of Ace’s ribcage meeting your ears almost earning a smile out of you if you weren’t trying to appear offended “Is that so? You haven’t stopped calling me that all night” the alcohol had gained you a strong confidence, making the thoughts that formed in your brain drop out of your mouth without worry, an ability you wished you were born with

“Jus’ stating a fact” the strong man under you stays silent, a thousand thoughts racing through his head as he becomes even more flustered

You both arrive to the port in one piece, safe and sound. Ace puts you down delicately and making sure you don’t trip over, as his body goes to stand upright his eyes meet yours halfway, making him stop and admire the sweet unapologetic love that glistened in them,. Was this the way you always looked at him? With such adoration and want?

Your hands travel for a millionth time to the sides of his face as you whisper “You don’t believe me?” you didn’t stutter one bit, every word leaving your mouth with strong confidence, no hesitation

“Wh-“

“Ace, you’re amazing” Your eyes don’t snap from his at any moment, Ace’s heart thrumming in his chest so loud he swears you can hear it, warmth rises to his face meeting your soft skin that held him with such tenderness

“And you’re loved” his breath hitches, stuck in his throat as you praise him, his simple existence

You stay like this for a while before he stands completely upright and before you can even turn to walk to the ship, a pair of sculpted tattooed arms enveloped you in a warm honest hug

“Thank you y/n” This Ace sounds different to the Ace you had come to know and love, this Ace sounds vulnerable, open and afraid, a side you had never come across before

“You know I love you” you stand on your tip toes and clash your lips in his left cheek before hugging him even tighter

Fire Fist Ace, commander of the second division of the White Beard’s Pirates, a wanted man and feared pirate becomes putty on the hands of his fellow crew mate, a sight to behold

His heart fell to his feet, flames erupt from his flushed skin but he es quick to control them before they burn you. He looks down at you, a mess of emotions written all over his freckled face, but you just walk up the ship, like nothing had happened

“C’mon Portgas or I’ll fall asleep on the deck”

Next morning you woke up to the nastiest hangover you had ever experienced and a nervous Ace outside your door, hopeful you’d remember what happened

Sweet sweet Ace, who was gonna be the one to tell him a lady never lets their guard down, specially while drinking

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Title inspired ofc by Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan. LOVE writing singer!reader x Ace 🫶🏻 BTW I got 3 Sanji x gardener!reader drafts cooking

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that-student-that-has-homework · 2 months

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Portgas D. Ace Headcanons 01

Excuse me Oda-sensei, but that 40 year old Ace is simply criminal. Thank you so much for blessing us with him

Anyway! Have some Husband!Ace headcanons For more Ace content please head to my Tumblr MasterList

Ace is, respectfully, a huge simp for his wife

To the extent that the Whitebeard crew straight up jokingly awarded him with a “Biggest Wife Simp” Award

They made it look official and had Whitebeard sign it and everything. There's even a stamp.

Ace has it framed and hung proudly on the wall next to your bachelor’s degree / college diploma / degree in general.

I feel like despite his own personal insecurities, Ace still manages to be an amazing father

I imagine Ace originally setting out for like one or two kiddos at most (because y'know...what if he's not good enough) and ending up with 3 or 4 kids

Thing is, that’s both your faults.

Ace is tender and goofy with his kids, and he’s so friggin caring: to the extent that…well wouldn’t it be neat to see him with maybe another 2 or 3 kiddos of his own?

(Your husband is hot okay?)

In his case, he swears you have a unique glow about you when you’re pregnant. But more than that when he sees you with your first born, he suddenly wants a big family with you.

I imagine his kids are an eldest son, then his princess, then the youngest boy who takes after his uncle Luffy.

His kids aren’t parentified. He keeps his issues far, far, away from them. Besides, he’s got you by his side.

He was dedicated to making sure they got as much playtime as possible.

He heard about learning through play, and he is DEDICATED to doing that as much as possible

Ace’s kids are spoiled with affection, but not spoiled brats.

While it’s true he’d give them the world, he’d rather let them go get it themselves.

For example: when they asked for a tree house, he gave them the greenlight immediately.

But they had to build it themselves.

It was a super fun project lasting a little over two months with the whole family involved.

Oh and the Whitebeard crew helped too.

It took a while to get the design down initially, then the shopping logistics and whatnot (they used a lot of math here - see education via play)

Building the thing took maybe a weekend or two because the Whitebeard Crew and even the Strawhats came over to help

(It was mostly Franky and Usopp doing work, Sanji was cooking with Thatch)

Uncle Luffy was not allowed near the construction zone after an accident.

They almost destroyed the tree house with their partying once

Ace’s kids were not happy and no one was allowed in the backyard for the rest of the night

He makes sure they have proper manners and self-defense skills

You had to help out here, no lie.

He admitted he needed your help, especially after a dinner with Garp where Makino tagged along to see Ace again

He puts all of his kids into martial arts classes

especially his princess - he’s so proud of her when she beats up bullies

He’s not great at discipline though to be honest. He probably goes about it similarly to Garp.

Ace will not tolerate any of his kids being nasty to their mother. No matter the phase.

You will have to hold him back if you want to let them get their frustration off their chest.

He’ll let them talk, but you’ll have to keep a hand on him somewhere, his arm, his hand, his knee, his shoulder, his back and rub soothing circles

Let’s just say, “talk shit, get hit,” is Ace’s attitude towards anyone being demeaning towards you (more so with adults, not his kids, but that's why they get a scolding)

"Ace my love" (he melts every time you call him that) "the kids’ll start thinking you love me more than them if you do that"

"My kids won’t disrespect their mother though!"

"They’re just venting darling, and when they say or do something that violates my boundaries, I'll be sure to reinforce it. Lead by example right?"

If they ever feel like pissing Ace off for fun they can just say something kinda not nice about you and he'll get mad and they'll flee from him giggling like the little gremlins they are

Ace is veeeeeeeeerry physically affectionate and he isn’t shy about it at all.

At gatherings with the Whitebeard family, he will gladly seat you in his lap, he will happily hug you as you are seated.

His arm is on your waist most of the time.

They tease him to make him tone it down, he does not.

He, in fact, dials it up. Turns up the heat lol.

You have kids? Not in front of them? What do you mean, not in front of the kids? It’s important they know just how much he loves their mama!

So he will continue to be playful with his hugs and kisses and other displays of affection.

It’s nothing too over the top. Just hugs and quick pecks wherever.

Your entire head is fair game for his smooches, your arms (he loves kissing your pulse and then making eye contact, sneaky guy that he is), your shoulders.

Maybe lifting you and spinning you around. Cuddles. Little bites.

He will play-wrestle his kids to “fight” them over getting to cuddle you, and then he’ll just put all his weight on all of you in a group cuddle

Just to let you know, your kids also receive all the warmth and love of his affections.

When his sons are still tiny and adorable, he smooches them all over. The kisses grow less frequent as they grow older, but the hugs do not stop.

Oh no, hugs galore.

Ace still pecks his little princess on her forehead though

When they’re all under ten he’ll wrap them in a hug (after he chased them down and caught them so they’re laughing and screaming) and start smooching their cheeks while they laugh and try to get out of his grasp

Also yes she’s his princess, but that girl has no problem throwing a fully grown man twice her size around, he made sure of it.

I reiterate: Ace is not remotely shy about displays of affection

Like his eldest could have a friend over, and Ace would still launch a full scale hug attack using the rest of his troops (daughter/youngest)

It's complete with screeching, screaming, and a lot of laughter

His kids used to get teased for it, but it didn’t take more than a few conversations for them to instead jeer at the kids that teased them.

"You’re all jealous your parents don’t love you like ours do"

"How sad, your parents don't hug and kiss you"

Their dad, grandpa, uncle - uncles really, are all gremlins - it's in their DNA

The kids are really physically affectionate with each other as a result

Deadass they’ll be kicking the shit out of each other one second and the next they’ll be all cuddled and huddled up playing Mario Kart or something

Ace is his kids’ hero.

His sons aspire to have his level of fitness.

His daughter, when she’s older, uses him as a standard for dating

You're relieved

Ace is touched and a touch nervous, because he is aware of his shortcomings, though he works hard to keep improving

Of course when you look at him, a twinkle in your eyes, and tell him, “I’m so proud of her, I’m so proud of you!” He feels better

When you continue: “if she can find a guy like you, who cherishes her as much as you cherish me, I’d be so happy.”

Ace loves you so much he swears

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bby-deerling · 29 days

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Can you do a hc for zoro, law, kidd, and ace (or anyone else you chose) for the first time you let them go down on you? Like you never let them because (whatever reason you chose) and then one day you're extremely nervous and they ask and you say you wanna try it? (Bc maybe you heard a friend talk about it?)

If you aren't comfortable with this I AM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME

(Also, just a little shy to come off anon bc you are like my hero and I'm nervous)

eeee nonny this is so good !! (and pleaseeee come off anon and talk to me u r so sweet!! <3)

going down on you for the first time (nsfw)

ft. zoro, law, kid, ace

cw: afab!reader, oral (reader receiving), teasing, marking, fingering

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zoro

when zoro slides down your torso and pushes your panties to the side, you start stammering profusely. "y-you don't need to, i can just take care of you—" you sputter; this was zoro's first time with you—or with anyone, for that matter—and you didn't want all the focus to be on yourself.

zoro clicks his tongue in mild annoyance as he grips the back of your thighs. "nope. not letting you get all shy on me." he insists, pressing sloppy, heated kisses along your inner thigh. "what's wrong? you think i can't figure out how to do it?" he teases.

"no—" you start, intending to explain yourself, but the way he licks a stripe across your clit with the flat of his tongue shuts you up.

"then lay back and relax." he says with a smirk as his head eagerly buries itself between your legs.

despite your shyness, zoro wants to taste you so badly, though you don't realize just how much he craves it until his tongue starts dancing across your needy clit.

he's inexperienced and a little clumsy, but he's messy and passionate and it sends electricity racing through your veins. he's a quick learner, and picks up on everything that sends you reeling and doubles down accordingly.

will not stop until he makes you cum all over his tongue. he has a deep-seated need to prove himself—to be the best—and that extends to the bedroom too.

ace

"ace—" you whine out as his fingers curl against your sweet spot; he feels good, but you're craving something more. "use your tongue too..." you plead softly, making his eyebrows quirk up in surprise.

"you sure, babe? you never let me—" he starts, though you cut him off before he can finish his sentence.

"ace, please—i need it!" you whimper, voice dripping with need as you stare down at him with lust-blown pupils.

"yeah?" he whispers as his tongue rolls across your clit. you arch your back in response and twitch your hips against him, but the reaction from your body alone isn't enough for him. "tell me how much you need it." ace murmurs, intent on making you work for it.

he definitely teases you for finally breaking down and deciding to let him taste you. he's been wanting to for so long—he's just been waiting for you to ask for it.

not afraid to use his devil fruit power to take things up a notch. now that you're finally willing to let him eat you out, he want to pull out all the stops.

if you still haven't had enough when he makes you come undone, he's more than happy to let you grind your hips against his face until the sun comes up.

kid

"oh, so now you want me to do it?" kid asks, a crooked grin on his face—you'd asked him to go down on you after months of not letting him on account of not wanting his lipstick to smear everywhere the sun doesn't shine.

"c'mon, please, kid—" you beg, tangling your fingers through his hair as you try to nudge him downwards.

he smirks and lets out a dark laugh; the glint in his eye as he looks up at you is familiar—it was the type of feral hunger normally reserved for the battlefield, and feeling it directed towards you is intoxicating.

"alright, princess, i'll give it to you." he chuckles, sinking his teeth into your inner thigh and leaving a harsh bruise before moving upwards towards your clit.

despite his rough nature, kid is experienced, and knows exactly what he's doing with that evil, smart tongue of his. as with everything, he's brutal with it as he makes you cum, relentlessly licking at and sucking your clit, but the way your orgasm makes you shatter into a million pieces makes his methods worth it.

now that he's gotten you to beg for him to use his tongue on you once, it's his personal mission to make you do it again, and again, and again. he gains a certain type of satisfaction from turning you into a creature just as insatiable as he is.

he makes you wait for a little while before hopping into the shower afterwards; something about seeing the sloppy red marks from his lips litter your inner thighs and the top of your mound drives him crazy.

law

"hey, law?" you ask hesitantly, face turning pink as you try to ignore the way your heart thrums in its cage.

"mhm?" he hums, trailing kisses along your collarbone, though his sweet affection creeps to a halt when he feels you freeze up beneath him.

"i know i said that i don't like... being eaten out... but it's just because no one's ever done it properly for me before. but i've been thinking recently, and—" you ramble, words spilling off your tongue quickly and tangling into a nervous mess.

"you want me to go down on you?" he purrs as his lips curl into a satisfied smirk.

"please—" you squeak out; the reaction amuses law, and you feel a soft chuckle vibrate against your skin as he kisses his way down your torso.

law has no experience whatsoever before you, and has no idea what he's doing, but he's used his fingers to pull enough orgasms out of you by this point that he has a good idea of where to start.

he masks his inexperience with confidence and teasing remarks, which stops your mind from racing a mile a minute, and leaves you feeling relaxed and pliant for him as he experimentally drags his tongue across your clit.

admittedly, it takes him a little while to figure out quite what he's doing, but he doesn't mind spending all night with you writhing beneath him to make sure he gets it right. his ego soars when he finally gets you to come apart on his tongue, and he'll work twice as hard to get you to cum a second time if you don't stop him.

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demonpiratehuntress · 4 months

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marry me

Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader

summary - Ace is completely and irrevocably in love with you and always wants your attention. he's so soft and loving. one day, he asks you to be his forever

warnings - none

When Ace falls in love with you, everyone knows.

He is so smitten, following you around like a lost puppy and pining for your attention every second of the day. He's adorable to you, honestly, looking so cute when he pouts and demands you give him five kisses to make up for not giving him one when you were busy earlier.

"That was too quick!" He whines when you're done, and will lift you off your feet to keep you in his arms and stop you from going anywhere. You just giggle and indulge him, kissing him a few more times until he's satisfied.

He never is. He always wants to kiss you. If he could kiss you forever, he definitely would, and you laughed at the notion when he told you.

"Ace, how would we breathe?"

"We can take breaks to breathe," he nuzzled his face against your neck, his skin warm against yours. "But not too long. Maybe five seconds before I kiss you again."

The sound of your laughter was music to his ears. It was the only thing he ever wanted to hear, coupled with your smile and your beautiful eyes being the only things he ever wanted to see. Your laugh gave him butterflies, made his already warm insides burn hotter than the sun. He wanted to drown in the sound of you laughing at all his silly jokes and comments, and he loved being the one to make it come out so much.

"You're so funny, you know that?" You wheezed after spending ten minutes laughing at him tripping and falling on his face.

He just stood up and grinned, hat a little lopsided, "Glad to be of service." He then ducked into a low bow, and that sent you into another fit of laughter, his ears perking up. He could listen to that all day.

He especially loves it when he can make you smile while cuddling, warming up his body to just the right temperature. Your reaction, a blissful sigh and a content smile, is enough to make him happy to die right there in your arms.

"You're so nice and warm," you mumble into his neck almost every night, getting comfortable on his half-bare body. "I love your devil fruit ability. This is so so comfortable, I don't want to move." Your words sent him to heaven and back, and he would gladly let you lay on him for the rest of your lives.

And your massages-

Ace is a sucker for you straddling his hips as he lays on the bed on his stomach, just because it feels oh so good when you run your hands down his back and over his Whitebeard tattoo. It gives him the pleasant kind of shivers, and he absolutely melts under your touch. If you start to massage his shoulders and sore spots, he will be out like a light. He will enjoy it for a few moments, but your touch will soon send him into the best slumber he has ever had. And when he wakes up, you're still massaging him but you're looking a bit tired so he flips around and lays you down, spooning you as he buries his face in your hair.

"You're too good to me, you know," he'd mumble, smiling at the familiar and sweet scent of your hair.

You'd smile and put one of your hands over his on your waist, "That's because I love you more than you can imagine. I just want you to be happy, that's my biggest goal in life."

He almost cries right then and there, your words making his eyes gloss over, "I love you too. So, so much." And his grip on you tightens as he presses soft and sweet kisses to your back, your neck, your shoulders...anywhere he can reach. "You're the best thing to ever happen to me, I swear."

Ace follows you around like a lost puppy, always feeling the need to hold you or be touching you in some way. He is the clingiest boy ever, but you absolutely do not mind and in fact, you love it. Having him want to be touching you all the time is one of the best feelings in the world, and you remind him of that every single day.

"Ace, stop that! Let (Name) work!"

You giggle when Marco chides Ace for hanging onto you like a koala, "It's okay. I love it when he clings to me. He's so warm." Your words will have Ace blushing like mad, and he'd smile against your neck. Again, he almost cries at the fact that you need him to touch you just as much as he needs to be touching you. His grip inevitably tightens, and he spreads kisses all over your face - turning it towards him if he has to.

He even lets you wear his hat, a luxury only awarded to you and you alone. He likes how you look in it, always telling you that you're so cute when you wear it because it's so big and slips over your eyes so easily (and because it's a possessive thing and lets everyone know you're his). And you love wearing it, simply because it's his. It's him, essentially.

"Babe, you look so cute right now," he grins at you when he places it on your head one day while you're reading on your shared bed.

You look up at him from under the rim and smile shyly, "Thanks, babe." And Ace swears he could melt into a fiery puddle right then and there.

He tells you that you should wear it more often, so you do, and he almost dies from the cuteness and the happiness he gets from seeing you wear something of his. Literally, he almost fell overboard and drowned when you stole it from him one day at lunch.

Before long, Ace develops a different kind of desire, a different kind of need. He never thought he would ever feel it, but having you in his life has opened him up to so many things he never dreamed he would be able to have.

Ace wants to marry you.

He wants to make you his for eternity. He wants to make you his wife, and that title alone is enough to make him giddy with happiness. Just imagining being able to call you his wife has Ace soaring, and he knows that it's what he wants more than anything in the world. You make him happier than he ever thought he could be, and you show him so much love and affection that sometimes he feels like he doesn't do enough to reciprocate. But you constantly assure him he does. You're always there to reassure him, to relax him, to make him feel better about anything that might be worrying him, making him sad or hurt, or stressing him out. And he adores you for it.

"(Nameeeeeeeeee), my loveeeeeee!"

You hear him sing from down the hallway one day, turning just in time to see the fiery commander sprinting towards you with something in his hands. When he gets closer, you blush seeing the huge bouquet of flowers in his hand. He stops in front of you, panting and out of breath (he ran all the way from the island the ship was docked by), and holds it out to you.

"For you," he gives you the goofiest but sweetest smile he can muster.

You take it slowly, already beginning to tear up, "Ace-"

"Wait, wait, that's not all," he grins, grabbing your hand and pulling you along. He is practically buzzing with excitement, and you wonder why, but you don't have to for long.

The entire crew has gathered on the deck, making a semi-circle around the center. A bunch of your favourite flowers were scattered in a circle, making a beautiful ring of (favourite flower)s that Ace stepped over with you and into. It was simple, but when he got down on one knee and pulled out a small black box, the look on your face made it all worth it.

"Ace-" You started, already getting emotional.

He smiled up at you, completely lovestruck. "(Name), I know this may not be the most elaborate proposal ever, but I was more excited about proposing than setting up," he admitted with a blush, making you and everyone else laugh. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me and I know I say that everyday, but I will keep saying it everyday for the rest of our lives. You make me the happiest man alive, and being with you for as long as we have been together has been the biggest blessing in my life. I never thought I could want something as badly as I want to marry you, but I'm happy I do because I cannot and will not imagine anyone better to spend the rest of my life with. I love you so, so much, (Name), so will you do me the honour of marrying me?"

He was crying, but so were you. Tears were streaming down both your faces, but the smiles gracing your lips were enough for everyone to see that you were both just overwhelmed by love and happiness in that moment.

"Yes," you didn't hesitate to give your answer, beaming.

Ace grinned and slid the ring onto your finger, standing up to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you against his body. Before you could ask where he got the ring from, he leaned down and kissed you so deeply and lovingly you forgot every single thought you had, arms sliding around his neck to steady yourself so you wouldn't fall over. Not that he'd let you, anyway. Loud cheers and whoops filled the air as you shared a passionate and affectionate kiss, and both of you were smiling so brightly when you pulled away that you were sure your cheeks would hurt when the day was done.

"I love you," he whispered, pecking your lips sweetly over and over.

"I love you too," you breathed, before laughing and smiling even more when he removed his hat to place it on your head.

And as you beamed up at him from below the tip of his hat that was too big for your head, Ace knew that he had no regrets. Your bright eyes peeking up at him from under the rim of the hat made him sure that this had been the best decision of his life, right after asking you out.

"My wife!" He grinned, suddenly remembering what he was so excited to call you. "My beautiful, beautiful wife."

You blushed, "Words cannot describe how much I love being called that."

"What?" He smiled devilishly, tugging you close again, "My wife? My beautiful wife?" He kissed all over your face, repeating the phrase 'my beautiful wife' over and over.

"Get a room!" Someone yelled, making you both laugh.

"That we shall," Ace took your hand, "But after the celebratory cake, of course."

You laughed as he said this, eagerly following him wherever he went, knowing you would gladly follow him anywhere, and he would follow you anywhere.

BONUS (because i am obsessed with idea of being called Ace's wife):

"LUFFYYYYYY!"

Ace was already screaming for his brother as soon as the Thousand Sunny was in sight. He was so excited to show you off as his wife, you thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

"LUFFYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

"ACEEEEEEEEEE!" Came the responding shout, making you laugh and face palm. These brothers.

When you and your husband boarded his brother's ship, Ace immediately ran over to him and gave him the biggest, tightest hug he could muster.

"I have a wife!!!"

Your cheeks heated up again, and you smiled at the sight of Luffy getting just as excited as Ace about it. Luffy ran to give you a hug as well, and you laughed and blushed as he told you that you were going to make the coolest sister-in-law.

And of course, Sanji was crying and Nami and Robin wanted to see the ring, which you happily showed them as you shot your husband a warm, loving smile.

You were finally Ace's wife, and it was the best feeling in the world.

Cue everyone referring to you as Ace's wife or Portgas D. Ace's wife from now on.

a/n: this is officially my favourite fic that i've written, it turned out WAYYYY better than i expected. this man ❤❤❤

#one piece #op #ace x reader #ace x you #portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace x you #one piece x reader #one piece x you

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willowbelle · 2 months

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Open Flame

❤︎ portgas d ace x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: afab!reader, fem!reader, dom!ace, sub!reader, ace is a smug tease, kitchen sex, fingering, piv sex, bent-over-the-counter sex, cream pie, use of "good girl" , "baby" & "sweetheart"

summary: reader is a strawhat, reader has a crush on ace (don't we all?) they're the only ones up late at night in the kitchen >:), sex ensues, heat/flame innuendos duh, oh and Ace wears those slutty man plaid boxers (>ᴗ•) !

word count: ~4,000

tagging: @bby-deerling @maddddstuff @eelnoise @nerdgeekandeverysweet-blog @help-i-lost-my-sock

Open Flame

Ace’s gaze was allconsuming.

A spell-binding stare that, ironically, lit a flame within you that couldn’t be tamed.

Your captain’s brother was only supposed to have stayed with you all on The Sunny for a few days, but, before long, days melted into weeks, and Ace had effortlessly ingrained himself, finding a home not just within the confines of the ship, but also within the recesses of your mind.

Ever since his first day with your crew, you found yourself tossing and turning in bed at night, consumed by visions of Fire Fist Ace; his toned figure, his freckled skin, his dark, shaggy hair.

Each toss and turn was a desperate attempt to escape the relentless grip of your infatuation, but his image persisted, vivid and unyielding.

Oh, it was futile. The more you tried to push him from your thoughts, the more he consumed them. His presence lingered, something intoxicating, relentless, enveloping you in a haze of longing and allconsuming desire.

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You squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to find solace in sleep, but your mind races on, conjuring fantasies of those stolen glances, those tan, freckled cheeks. Each scenario plays out in intricate detail, taunting you with the tantalizing possibility of something more.

You release a weighted sigh, your gaze still fixed on the unchanging ceiling. Sleep feels impossible now, so you give in to your insomnia, gently shedding the covers from your body and rising upright.

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In the depths of the ship's night, you silently slip out of your bunk, navigating the narrow corridors with practiced ease. The Sunny creaks and groans softly around you, its familiar sounds a comforting backdrop to your nocturnal wanderings.

The floorboards creak faintly beneath your weight as you pad through the dimly lit hallway, guided only by the pale moonlight filtering through the fluttering curtains.

A gentle sea breeze whispers through the open window, carrying with it the scent of night blooms and sea salt. As you descend the stairs, your footsteps echo softly against the wooden steps, breaking the stillness of the night.

Entering the kitchen, you flick on the overhead light, casting a warm glow over the familiar surroundings. The room seems to welcome your presence, the comforting hum of the refrigerator and the soft ticking of the clock offering solace in the solitude of the night.

You move with quiet purpose, your movements fluid and unhurried as you prepare a cup of tea, the gentle clink of porcelain against porcelain punctuating the silence. The rhythmic motion of stirring soothes your restless mind, easing the knots of tension that had taken root within you.

As you stir the spoon through the steaming liquid, Ace's presence solidifies in your thoughts, his grip on your mind unyielding. There's no escaping his hold, so you allow him to take you, drifting deeper into your imagination. You envision the sensation of drawing him near, tasting his lips, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. The thought lingers: would his abilities render his flesh hot to the touch?

Lost in your daydreaming, your senses are momentarily dulled. The rhythmic stirring of your tea slows as you continue to drift in the cocoon of your thoughts, imagining scenarios that seem both tantalizingly real and impossibly distant.

Ace’s lips on your neck, his strong hands around your waist, melting you.

And then, like a sudden gust of something unexpected, the sound of footsteps shatters the tranquility of your fantasies. Your heart skips a beat as you raise your head, finding yourself face to face with the object of your affection.

Ace stands in the doorway, his presence filling the room with an intensity that leaves you breathless.

He has’t noticed me, yet, thank god.

Unaware of your presence, he remains oblivious, his attention consumed by the remnants of sleep lingering in his eyes. With a lazy yawn and a gentle rub of his eyes, he remains lost in the haze between wakefulness and sleep.

He stands before you, casually shirtless, as he usually is, yet there's something distinctly different about this moment. His chest is bare and his torso is exposed, the warm light of the kitchen accentuating the contours of his chest and the play of shadows across his skin.

Beneath the soft glow, his feet are bare, too, adding to the casual allure of his presence. The only garment adorning him is a pair of loose-fitting red plaid boxers, hanging effortlessly from his sculpted hips

The warm glow of the kitchen lights cascades softly over Ace's toned body, each gentle beam of light dances delicately across his features, accentuating the subtle contours of his handsome, freckled face. As he steps further into the room, the light caresses his golden skin, highlighting the delicate sprinkling of freckles that adorn his cheeks and nose, a testament to the countless hours spent basking in the sun's embrace.

And suddenly, to your dismay, his eyes, dark and enigmatic, lock onto yours, and for a fleeting instant, time seems to stand still.

A weary grin creeps onto his face as he senses comfort in your company.

"Trouble sleeping, too?" the timbre of his voice is soft and raspy, colored by the remnants of sleep. As he speaks, he ambles towards the fridge, effortlessly navigating the kitchen space. With a fluid motion, he swings the refrigerator door open, stealing a quick glance in your direction as he begins to sift through its contents, awaiting your response.

“Uh, yeah,” you chuckle softly, stumbling over your words. Surely, you were dreaming. You rub your eyes a few times to dispel the remnants of sleep, however, when you open them again, Ace is still there.

"The waves seem rougher tonight, huh?" Ace mumbles between mouthfuls of food, his attention divided between his meal and the remaining contents of the fridge.

“They do, yeah,” you offer a soft smile, “But I can rarely get to sleep,” you admit, taking a sip from your mug of tea.

"Oh, really?" Ace's inquiry pulls your attention away from your tea, his sudden gaze meeting yours as he lifts his head from the fridge for the first time. “Why’s that?”

A rush of heat floods your cheeks at the direct eye contact, prompting you to avert your gaze momentarily.

"Just... can't stop thinking," you admit softly, your voice trailing off as you struggle to find the right words.

"Hmm," Ace acknowledges with a thoughtful hum before swallowing. "Same here," he adds, his tone carrying a hint of vulnerability.

Your curiosity piqued, you lean in slightly, intrigued by his response. "What's been on your mind, Ace?" you ask, voice laced with genuine interest.

Ace hesitates for a moment, glancing around the kitchen before shrugging nonchalantly,

"You.”

Ace's unexpected confession courses through your veins and renders you speechless. Your heart flutters erratically in your chest, and you struggle to maintain composure under the weight of his words that hang heavily between the two of you.

It was disarmingly casual, refreshingly honest. Not a rehearsed performance, starkly contrasting the countless nights you spent rehearsing confessions in front of the mirror. You can;t help but envy his effortless sincerity.

His gaze remains fixed on yours, unwavering and intense as he straightens up, closing the fridge.

He slowly makes his way towards you, making your breath hitch in your throat. You swallow dryly as he draws near, and with a gentle yet purposeful motion, he reaches out and takes the mug of tea from your hand, the brief touch sending a shiver down your spine. Setting the drink down on the counter with a soft clink, he closes the space between you, the air crackling with unspoken tension.

You feel his breath on your ear as his presence looms closer,

“What have you been thinking about, y/n?” he questions, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

You suck in your bottom lip gently between your teeth, a nervous habit betraying the whirlwind of emotions churning within you. Your gaze locks with his, his eyes like pools inviting you take a swim.

And so, you dive in.

Time seems to stand still as you hover on the brink of uncertainty, the weight of your unspoken emotions hanging heavy in the air. And then, with a soft exhale, you opt for a physical reply, immediately closing the gap, crashing your lips onto Ace’s.

His hand instinctively finds its home on your soft cheek as your lips meld together, making you moan softly into his mouth.

His lips turn up into a smile against yours, pleased with the sound that escaped your throat.

It's a moment suspended in time, a delicate dance of longing and hesitation as you explore the uncharted territory of your newfound embrace. Your lips move together in perfect harmony, each brush of skin igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you whole.

Your surroundings seem to fall away as you make out, gently caressing Ace’s sharp jawline as his tongue presses against your lips, silently asking for permission to enter.

You promptly oblige, parting your lips to allow Ace’s hot tongue to explore your mouth.

He accepts, groaning softly into your open mouth as his tongue swirls around yours slowly.

He presses forwards softly, palms resting on the countertop on either side of your hips, caging you in as he leans harder into the kiss.

You hands travel upwards, tangling themselves in his mess of dark hair as you gently bite his bottom lip, playfully tugging on the tender flesh between your teeth.

“Ace,” you whine breathlessly.

“Yeah?” the tall man rasps into your mouth, eyes still closed in a blissful surrender, “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

Your heart swells at his affectionate words and you playfully parrot his statement from before,

“You.”

"That's it," he murmurs, his voice soft yet brimming with confidence. "That's what I wanted to hear."

You feel your core tighten at his boldness, making heat pool in your crotch.

As if he could read your body like a book, he slowly begins to snake his toned arm downwards, his hand finding its home on your aching sex.

Your head rolls back and you let out a pleased sigh at the sensation.

“Sensitive, are we?” Ace purrs arrogantly, pleased at his own ability.

“Mm-mhmm,” you whine in admission because he’s right, he tugs those sounds from your body naturally, better than anyone ever has.

His able fingers cautiously meet the waistband of your pajama shorts and he shoots you a questioning glance, silently asking for your permission.

“Please, Ace,” you whine.

He smirks at you before dipping his hand beneath your shorts, his middle and ring finger aiming to tease your weeping opening.

“Needy girl,” he lets out a gravelly groan, “So wet for me already.”

A dark blush rushes to your cheeks at the lewdness of his words, but he cups your face and tilts your head down, making you watch the meticulous movements of his fingers.

His other hand swiftly snakes around to give your ass a gentle squeeze before dipping his thumb beneath your waistband to tug your shorts down.

Simultaneously, he swipes his middle finger along your aching slit, the tip of his finger meeting your hole with a precautionary nudge.

“Mm,” you whine out, excitedly awaiting the intrusion.

“Yeah?” Ace tests you, stalling his movements, “Come on, baby, show me how badly you want it.”

Abandoning all dignity, you let your yearnings take the reigns, grinding your hips back and forth against him, soaking his digit in your essence.

“Good,” Ace mumbles, rewarding your persistence with a press of his finger against your opening. Your cunt greedily accepts his digit, sucking him in. “So tight, y/n, can’t wait to stretch you out,” the man before you smirks and you want to hide your embarrassed face, but you’re too consumed by desire, unable to fall back on your shy tendencies.

He slowly begins pumping his finger in and out of you, earning delicious moans to escape from your slack jaw and into his ear.

You bury your face in his neck, his skin radiating heat and carrying the unmistakable scent of fire. It's primal and potent, a blend of burning wood, scorched earth, and smoldering embers. As you inhale deeply, you detect hints of charred debris and smoke clinging to him, a haunting reminder of his fire's destructive power. Yet, there's also an allure to the scent, a sense of safety, evoking memories of his warm flames flickering in the darkness. It's a scent that commands your attention, stirring your senses with its primal energy and leaving an indelible mark, much like the landscape long after the flames have been extinguished.

You’re a mess beneath his touch, biting onto the muscular flesh of his freckled shoulders, whimpering into his ear. He adds another finger, making you cry out at the intrusion earning a palm to your mouth. He works the two digits in and out of you with deliberate precision, hitting your sweet-spot perfectly with each pass.

You start to see stars as Ace’s thumb meets your aching clit, treating the swollen nub with tight circles.

The ever-tightening coil growing within your stomach reaches its peak, threatening to snap as Ace continues his dirty work.

But, before your pleasure can boil over, Ace pulls away, removing his soaking fingers from your needy cunt.

You’re trembling, weakly holding onto Ace’s muscular forearm to steady yourself as you whine,

“Aceee, w-why’d you stoppp?” your voice is desperate, nearly embarrassingly so, but you’ve long abandoned all your dignity, you just want him to keep pleasing you.

“Turn around,” the man before you shoots you a wolfish grin, “I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

The mere idea of passing up whatever Ace is offering fills you with trepidation, so without hesitation, you comply, swiftly turning yourself around and placing your hands on the countertop.

You glance back at the tall man behind you, finding him sporting a smug smirk, dark eyes lidded as he gazes down at you, clearly amused by your immediate obedience.

Ace’s strong, hot hands meet your hips, griping the flesh tightly as he brings his clothed crotch to lie flush with your bare ass.

His skin is seeping heat through his boxers, and the sensation causes you to mewl out, goosebumps budding all over your impatient skin.

He wastes no time as he’s no better, impatient, too, immediately beginning to grind his aching cock against the flesh of your ass. A hearty moan brews in his chest and escapes from his throat, causing a dark blush to dance across your cheeks. You stare down at your fingers gripping the countertop, knuckles growing white against the granite as Ace has his way with you.

“Fuck,” he leans forward, his bare chest lying flush with your back as he groans in your ear, “You ready for me, baby?” he nips at your ear.

You roll your hips in response, pressing your ass harder against his erection to accentuate your whiny plea, “Please, Ace.”

You feel his lips tug into a smirk against your ear, “Say no more, y/n.”

In an instant, Ace’s plaid boxers meet the kitchen floor, earning a small gasp from you as you watch the fabric pool at his feet.

Placing one warm palm on the small of your back he uses the other to grip his long, pulsing cock, lining himself up with your weeping entrance.

Ace grits his teeth as he begins to push his tip inside you, sucking in a shaky breath through his grin as he feels your tight hole opening up for him.

“Mmm,” you whine out, “Aceee-”

Your fingertips make a pathetic attempt to dig into the impenetrable granite as Ace pushes himself inside you.

The stretch is evident, nearly painful, but you endure it, for the reward of having Ace fuck you is beyond worth it.

His fingertips meet the dip of your waistline with a comforting squeeze as he continues to press forwards, his voice filled with genuine concern, "You're alright, baby?" he asks tenderly.

“Mm-mhm,” you whine, pressing your hips back eagerly, “More, please-”

“So desperate for me,” Ace groans through gritted teeth, but he rewards your desperation, gripping your waist tightly as he thrusts himself inside you fully, bottoming out,.

“Fuck, Ace!” you cry out, loudly at the feeling of Ace’s lengthy cock suddenly filling your insides. You feel stuffed, letting your mouth hang slack and your eyes screw shut as stars erupt beneath your lids.

At the sudden sound of your loud moans, Ace’s hand immediately shoots forwards, palm covering your mouth tightly and pressing in firmly to punctuate his point.

Ace’s palm against your mouth makes you realize how loud you just were, and although a surge of longing and desire courses through your veins, beneath the surface, a thread of caution lingers. You are acutely aware of your surroundings, the faint sounds of the ship humming around you, the distant creak of floorboards echoing in the corridor beyond. The two of you are an open flame, and the threat of one of your crewmates walking in tickles at your mind, but is far overpowered by the desire for Ace to rail you.

“Stay quiet for me, yeah, baby?” Ace groans, his voice a gravelly, promising whisper, “and I'll give ‘ya everything you want.”

“M-Mhmm,” you nod your head frantically, willing to promise anything if it means he’ll keep going.

Ace gives you a firm nod, pleased at your response, letting his hand fall from your mouth and find its way back on the other side of your waist.

His cock throbs inside your tight cunt, making you let out a pleased but quiet moan. The feeling of your hot walls fluttering around his length makes Ace relinquish his control, steadying himself before pulling his hips back and thrusting back into you.

Your moans threaten to escape loudly, and as much as you want to let it out, you keep them at bay, obeying Ace’s silent order. You tremble beneath him, only allowing a soft, weak moan to erupt from your heaving chest.

Soon enough, he develops a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you rhythmically, stuffing you full, his blunt tip kissing your g-spot with each pass, making your body melt beneath him.

He’s strategic, reaching around to rub tight circles into your clit as he fucks you from behind, keeping you bent over the kitcher counter.

The man behind you is hot to the touch; his skin, his cock, all of him is hot, a stark contrast to the cold granite that rubs against your tits and open palms as he fucks you.

Ace is huffing behind you, eyes screwed shut as he picks up the pace, the lewd sounds of your skin slapping together dismissing the nighttime silence that hung in the kitchen earlier.

“Fuck, y/n,” he groans, letting his head fall back. His pace increases, becoming more brutal and a bit sloppy as he chases his orgasm.

One of his hands makes its way upwards to tangle itself in your hair, lacing his fingers in the strands and tugging on them, pulling your head back to make you look at him.

He looks beautiful like this, thrusting into you from behind, freckled face and shoulders tinted red, dark, shaggy hair clinging to his forehead with his sweat, toned chest heaving up and down.

“Y/n,” he rasps breathlessly, eyes lidded as he stares down at you lustfully, “I-I’m so close-”

The circles he’s rubbing into your clit become tighter, more frantic, his thrusts gaining more power but becoming unsynchronized as he desperately chases his rapidly-approaching orgasm.

You’re no better, weakly clawing at the countertop as your legs tremble, threatening to give out from under you as Ace continues to pound his length into you. He’s bullying your cervix, overstimulating your sore clit, wildly pulling you towards your own peak.

“Sh-Shit, A-Ace-!”

In an instant, it hits you; white-hot pleasure, coursing through your veins, making your limbs grow tingly and numb, your knees buckling as they give out beneath you. You’re a trembling mess, gushing onto Ace’s cock as your orgasm reaches its crown, crashing into you with unwavering intensity.

Ace is right behind you, granting your spent body with a few more weak thrusts before he pushes himself in fully one last time, tip meeting your cervix with a harsh bump before he erupts inside you.

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The soft tendrils of morning light filter through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the your bedroom as you stir from your slumber. Blinking sleepily, you rub your eyes, a lingering sense of disorientation clouding your thoughts.

I’m in bed. Did Ace bring me here?

The events of the previous night flood your mind, and you can't help but wonder if it was all just a dream. The memory of your clandestine encounter in the kitchen feels like a distant echo, shrouded in uncertainty and disbelief.

With a sigh, you sit up, the sheets pooling around your waist as you wrestle with the conflicting memories swirling within you. Part of you yearns to believe that it was real, that the tender moments shared between you and Ace were more than just figments of your imagination.

Doubt gnaws at the edges of your consciousness, whispering tales of wishful thinking and misplaced desire.

But the fresh love bites on your neck and soreness of your cunt must prove otherwise, right?

Lost in your thoughts, you slip out of bed and pad across the room, the cool floor beneath your feet grounding you in the present. With hesitant steps, you make your way to the kitchen, heart pounding in anticipation.

As you enter the familiar space, you let out a deep breath, scanning the room for any sign of Fire Fist Ace. But, to your dismay, the kitchen stands empty, the only remnants of your encounter being the lingering scent of tea and a damp kitchen towel.

And then, his voice cuts through the silence like a hot knife on ice,

“How’d you sleep, beautiful?”

You turn, and there, leaning casually against the kitchen counter, is Ace, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that steals your breath away. The sight of him, so real and tangible, dispels the lingering doubts that had clouded your mind.

He grins widely, warmly, a sight that floods your veins with a familiar sensation of heat and joy.

“Hope I didn’t rough you up too much, pretty girl.”

With the reassurance of his words, elation and relief climb up your spine and cling to your skin.

You make your way towards Ace, planting a passionate kiss on his lips before gazing up into his eyes,

“Thanks for tucking me in, Ace,” you blush softly.

The freckled man chuckles,

“Anytime.”

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galamalion · 6 months

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꒰ა໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ace in the bedroom﹕

ace is ungodly horny.

at least twice a day he'll not-so-subtly proposition you for a quickie, or maybe he'll just start the morning by grinding his hard cock between your soft thighs.

he'll never pass down on eating you out, absolutely devouring your poor cunt until you're crying and and pulling on his dark locks.

ace loves fingering your cunt, absolutely adoring the wet sounds his fingers make as he goes in and out and in and out and in—

the constant whining from ace would be unbearable if you were still cognizant, but you're way too overstimulated to hear all of his moans, telling you how tight and wet you are, how good you feel, how badly he needs to paint your walls with his cum.

the constant thrusting and slapping goes on for hours as ace unloads himself into you, like he hasn't had sex in years. and his stamina never seems to stop, only begging you for just one more round. oh? he said that last time? he swears to you that this is for sure the last round.

your legs may be numb after ace finally finishes, but his love for you (and guilt) is so strong that he'll take action and clean you up, anything you need he will fight tooth and nail to bring it to you (he will 100% fight thatch to get you that cake.)

ace thinks with his dick, but you have a special place in his heart.

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hericaslibrary · 11 days

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ?

featuring : gn!reader + Zoro, Mihawk and Ace

warning : none

masterlist

Roronoa Zoro

His heart suddenly beats more rapidly whenever he sees you smiling, laughing, or even doing the most random thing. On top of that, Sanji's overly complimentary remarks towards you make him want to reach for his swords. No, this can't be. He's stared death down a thousand times, cut through countless enemies. Yet, this new feeling blooming for you – it's terrifying.

Zoro coming to terms with his feelings for you? Buckle up, because it's going to be a hilarious journey. Denial will be his middle name for a while, trust me. This dense swordsman will be in for a wild ride before he finally connects the dots.

Thanks to Nami's interrogation skills (and a little sake), the whole crew knows Zoro has a thing for you. Now, expect endless teasing from Luffy and Usopp, who'll probably try to spill the beans before a certain mosshead gives them his best glare.

Zoro finally figuring out his feelings for you? Great! Now comes the real test: talking to you about them. Because let's be honest, under that tough-guy act, he is probably a nervous wreck, sweating bullets at the thought of rejection.

Zoro's not exactly the Romeo type. So expect a confession that's straightforward, maybe a bit awkward – but heartfelt nonetheless. If you feel the same, a weight will lift from his shoulders. But if not, he'll respect your decision and try to keep things smooth between you.

Dracule Mihawk

Don't be fooled by Mihawk's stoic facade – because he is quite aware of his feelings for you. Years have honed his instincts, and unlike his pupil, he has no time (and he is too old) for childish denial. His emotions are clear, even if unspoken.

That man has a very calculating mind. He'll dissect every interaction, every glance, searching for a sign that you love him as mush as he loves you. Despite his solitary nature, his mind might already be constructing a future by your side – a future dependent on your response.

Mihawk is probably one of the few men in One Piece who are very romantic (Oda told me so). His brand of romance is subtle yet charming. Imagine leisurely strolls through his gardens or watching the sunset with a glass of wine by his side. A subtle offer of his arm, a hint of a blush from you – that might be all the encouragement he needs to take things a step further.

Once confident your feelings mirror his own, Mihawk will approach things in an (VERY) old-fashioned way. Be prepared for a carefully crafted dinner invitation, where he can formally request the honor of courting you. His pride lies in being a gentleman, and rushing into things is simply not his style. He prefers to court you slowly and respectfully, allowing your relationship to develop naturally.

After a series of thoughtful dates, Mihawk will finally take the next step and ask you to be his partner (Perona and Zoro might have placed a bet on the timeline, of course). Like everything he does, Mihawk will approach this new chapter with utmost seriousness. Your well-being will always be his top priority.

Portgas D. Ace

Ace isn't the denial type. The ache when you're gone, the quiet competition with Marco and Izo for your laughter – these are the clues that tip him off. Ace falling for you? It's written all over his flustered face. He stutters and turns red like a tomato when speaking to you unexpectedly.

The entire crew is a nuisance and teases him constantly about his love for you. They have grilled him mercilessly – “When will you confess?” they ask, convinced you feel the same.

Denial ? Once again, not Ace's style. But baring his heart, admitting his love for you ? That's a terrifying vulnerability he fears more than anything. On top of that, I believe he is also afraid of losing your friendship by making things awkward if you don't feel the same about him.

Thankfully, Marco, ever the voice of reason, is there to guide this lovestruck dummy. And honestly, this old man is tired of watching you two pining from afar. A stern talk from Marco might be just what Ace needs to understand that silence could lead to a missed opportunity for a great relationship.

Ace's confession? A masterpiece in the making, at least in his head. Daily mirror pep talks and a meticulously planned romantic gesture – that's how he plans to declare his love. Just imagine the blushing, the stammering, the potential for minor explosions (caused by Ace's nervousness, of course).

Dinner over, Ace reaches for something hidden in his pocket. His nervousness is palpable, a sheen of sweat forming on his brow. But then, with a determined glint in his eye, he throws caution (and the letter) to the wind, ready to confess his true feelings directly from the heart.

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cozage · 8 months

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hi there! if ure comfy, maybe ace and somno of youre comfortable w/ that kink 👉👈 either being the one asleep or the one acting upon it if that make sense!

A/N: Absolute FILTH. I love it. you get both :) because im feral for this man Characters: fem reader x Ace Cw: NSFW- Minors pls leave, consented somnophillia (fucking someone while they’re asleep) from both parties, orgasms, creampie, praising Total word count: 1k

Just Keep Going

“You literally fell asleep on me last night!” you whined. Luckily it was only the two of you at the breakfast table. “I was so close and then suddenly you’re asleep on the bed!”

Ace shrugged. “I can’t help it, sometimes that just happens.”

“In the middle of-!”

“I’ll tell you what,” Ace sighed, leaning in close so only you could hear him. “Next time, just keep going until you finish, okay?” he purred, his voice sweet in your ear. “As long as I can do the same when I wake up.”

Your mind raced, thinking about the possibilities that came with this agreement. The thought made a shiver run down your spine. “Deal.”

“Fuck,” you moaned out, grinding against him to push his cock deeper inside your cunt as you sat atop him. “Ace, right there-”

Soft snores filled your ears, and you peeked down at Ace to find his eyes shut.

“Oh, you bastard,” you whispered harshly. “Wake up!”

You leaned down, kissing his jawline and his neck, trying to stir him back to consciousness. But when Ace was asleep, he was dead to the world.

Still, his thick cock was erect inside you, and as you slowly moved up and down, you couldn’t help but think back to what he had said the other day. He would get his turn. Now you wanted yours.

You picked up the pace, finding just the right angle for his tip to kiss your sensitive spot. You couldn’t help but let out soft moans at the delightful feeling, and your own fingers trailed down to rub circles against your clit, causing you to tighten more around him.

The combined feelings were too intense, and ecstasy washed over you as you spasmed around his cock, still perked inside you. You rocked against him slowly, trying to draw out your orgasm as long as you could.

When you finally pulled yourself off of him, you could see he was coated in your slick, and you ached to go another round. But you didn’t want to be greedy, so you settled against his warm body, skin to skin, and fell asleep.

Ace woke with a start, trying to thrust into a body that was no longer on top of him. He must’ve fallen asleep again, and he cursed himself for being so careless.

But he could feel your body next to him, curled into his side. He could see you illuminated by the moonlight, your body not obstructed by any pesky clothing.

Fuck, he wanted you.

Trying his best not to wake you, he pulled himself away from you, and then positioned himself over top of you.

He bent down, gently sucking on your neck and moving lower to your breasts. His lips covered your nipple and his tongue swiped across it, causing it to perk up.

You let out a soft moan in response, shifting in the bed underneath him so you were now laying on your back.

God, you looked so pretty laid out like that for him, ripe for the taking. He gently guided your legs apart, and was thrilled to find a pool of wetness already forming there.

“Even asleep, you’re so eager,” he whispered, placing little kisses across your breasts.

“Ace?” You mumbled, eyelids fluttering softly.

“Shhhh, go back to sleep,” he cooed, brushing your hair out of your face. “It’s all right.”

You let out a wordless grumble in response, but your body stilled, and he waited a few moments before he continued.

He guided your legs just far enough apart for him to move between them, and then slowly pushed himself inside of you. He watched your face carefully for any signs of motion. Every time your face twitched, he paused and waited for you to adjust. But even asleep, you took him so well.

He tried to go slow, he really did. The last thing he wanted to do was wake you. He moved slowly, resisting the urge to bottom out and fill you to the brim. And he was doing well controlling his urges, for the most part.

And then you let out the cutest little whimper, and he felt your walls contract around him for just an instant. And he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Fuck,” he whispered, pushing himself fully into you. He gently bit down against your shoulder, trying to keep himself from moaning any louder.

His hips moved on their own; he was unable to stop them, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

“Ace?” you whined, groggy and confused.

“I’m sorry baby,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I just-fuck-”

Your walls tightened around him again, and he could feel your hips moving under him to try and get him deeper inside you.

Fingernails raked against his back as you attempted to ground yourself. You loved this feeling, being woken up to Ace’s cock pounding into you relentlessly. Your head spun as he fucked you deeper and harder, letting all care go now that he knew you were awake.

You were close, and you knew he was too. His rhythm was starting to get erratic and unsteady. You clenched around him, your fingernails digging deeper into his back, and finally a wave of relief washed over you.

Your own orgasm must’ve sparked his, because a moment later you felt him stutter inside of you, filling you with his seed. He let out a long, shaky breath; the two of you relishing in your high together.

“Shit,” he whispered, covering your face with kissing as you gave him a sleepy giggle. “Sorry to wake you.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you murmured. “I think I found my new favorite way to wake up.”

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sashi-ya · 1 month

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portgas d. ace x gn! reader tw: none. wc: 250

DOWNPOUR. a drop, and then two more. One pooling on your nose, the other running through your heated cheeks. “It’s raining, Ace!”. “I know, my natural enemy!” he jokes, grabbing your hand. His tight grip feels warm like summer mornings, like the fire of his heart that burns so strong in the middle of his chest. You run through the ups and downs of that hill, on a random island you two decided to explore. The skies have become dark, almost pitch black. Thunder are roaring, and the rain turns more into a violent downpour. Wind tangles upon your hairs, the drops of rain hitting your cheeks; his galaxy cheeks. “We should take cover until it’s over” he suggests, looking back at you with a smile as bright as the sun. His messy dark hair getting wet, all of his belongings as well. You nod; in awe. Ace’s laughter makes your heart skip a beat -or maybe two, or three-. “But first…” Snatching you closer, pulling you from your hand, until your chest collides with his and your lips meet. A kiss that deepens the more the rain falls like a cold blessing from the sky. Drops pool in between your mouths, running down your chins and necks. His arms around your waist. “I once read on those Dadan’s old lady novels that when two lovers kiss under the rain, they stay forever together”. “Ace, you read Dadan’s novels?” “I was bored before Luffy moved in, ok? Now kiss me again!”

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my-love-is-sunlight · 2 months

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one piece men react to you screaming their full name

ft. Ace, Zoro, Sanji

SFW, mentions of alcohol and smoking, gn reader

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ .ᐟ ᡣ𐭩

Ace

“PORTGAS D. ACE” your voice resonates through all the walls, rooms and every nook and cranny from the Moby Dick. The mentioned stood frozen at the dinner table fork still full of food, he knew better than to run away

“What did you do now?” Marco asked eyes wide open

“Nothing!… that I remember” Ace scratched the back of his head trying to make memory of his recent activities, searching for whatever may had upset you

Marco laughed in disbelief “You’re a dead man” he said before taking another sip of his drink

You entered the room, stomping your way to your clueless boyfriend “May I have a word with you?” The tone and the politeness of the sentence made Marco fear for his dear friend. Ace nodded before he stood up and followed behind smile beaming in hopes you’ll have some mercy. A chorus of teasing ‘UUUUH’s were heard as you exited the dining room.

“Have I told you how radiant you look today?” Ace leaned over to kiss your cheek but you ducked making him loose his balance

“Don’t start with me Portgas” a shiver ran down Ace’s back, both from fear and… something else.

“You did this” you held a pillow cover in front of his face “You burned my only bed sheets, and you’re getting me new ones even if you end up in debt with everyone on this ship”

Ace was attracted to you all the time, but there was something in the way you would always stand your ground and how gorgeous you looked right now that was knocking him out of his feet. He placed his hand in the one were you held the pillow cover and pulled you in for a hug

“Im sorry sweetheart I’d get you new ones on the next island, you can borrow mine for now” you rolled your eyes and sighed, he got you wrapped all around his finger and he knew it, you couldn’t be mad at him for long

“Of course I’m taking yours, you sleep at my bed every night anyways… but wash them first” Ace picked you up and pampered your face with kisses “You look so hot when you’re angry

Zoro

“RORONOA ZORO” you screamed while exiting to the deck where he was working out, all of the straw hats looked back at Zoro in fear, Sanji holding in a laugh

Few things made this man flinch but he couldn’t help but catch himself lose balance when he heard his full name exit your lips in such an angry tone followed by your big stumps getting louder as you got closer

Everyone wrapped up whatever they were doing and ran off to the kitchen, leaving Zoro to face his demise alone

“What now?” He played it off trying to sound as nonchalant as he could not even looking your direction

“How many times have I asked you to not leave your sake around my desk?” If looks could kill your boyfriend would be a dead man

“Where am I supposed to put it then?” He scoffed crossing his arms in front of his chest, he looked at you for a second and his heart clenched at the cute way your brows furrowed and your arms rested on your hips

“Oh! I don’t know maybe, just getting silly here, IN THE PANTRY WHERE IT BELONGS!” Zoros condecency was driving you insane making your tone scale

The swordsman noticed how you were getting tense and teardrops threaten to run down your cheeks, he sighed a little embarrassed he had made you this upset. He cupped your cheeks while he apologized in that soft tone he reserved just for you

“I’m sorry I forgot to put it away last night, it won’t happen again I promise” he drew comforting circles around your cheek as he whispered

“It got all over my notebooks” oh so that’s why you were so shaken up

“I’ll clean it up baby” your boyfriend kissed your forehead as he made his way to the kitchen for a towel, as he opened the door every crew member fell comically on top of each other, they were ears dropping as they do.

Before Zoro could complain, your sweet laugh was heard at the distance which made him smile a little “You should listen to her mosshead” Sanji muttered which made the swordsman’s smile drop and scream back at him

Sanji

“BLACK LEG SANJI” even though you were screaming at him, the cook couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter at the way you wouldn’t use his birth last name as you knew he despised it and what it stand for, instead raging while using his public name.

You stormed in the kitchen eyes fixed on him, even angry Sanji thought you were breathtaking

“Yes my world?” he beamed a smile at you which you didn’t know if it annoyed or charmed you

“What have I said about smoking indoors?” Sanji felt the air get stuck in his throat, his eyes drifted from yours in shame

“I uhm-“ he laughed nervously as you got closer and closer cornering him against the counter, both hands caging him while they rested on said counter

“You know damn well I hate when my clothes smell like cigarettes, now imagine how I feel when my whole room stinks” you grabbed Sanjis tie to move his face closer to yours without breaking eye contact, you knew exactly what to do to make him a nervous wreck

The blondes heart couldn’t help but skip several beats at the way you were acting right now, he felt bad about upsetting you but he could get used to this side of you

“My apologies love, you know I cant manage to go without a smoke and sometimes I don’t want to leave your side” he twitched when his gaze met yours as he tried to explain himself

“Well you better start to manage” with a torturous slow move you took the cigarette that hanged from your boyfriends lips and threw it on the floor before stepping on it to take it out “Or I’ll move out of the room” you smiled teasingly while exploring his handsome features, stopping at his lips.

The cook turned all shades of red and pink breathing heavily, squirming a “Yes ma’m” before you kissed him passionately and breaking it abruptly

You winked at him before leaving the poor poor man absolutely stunted and a hot mess

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ .ᐟ ᡣ𐭩

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that-student-that-has-homework · 2 months

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Louder than Words - Portgas D. Ace

Portgas D. Ace x Reader

This is like the mushiest piece I have written. I was kinda embarrassed...but here it is. Let's give him the hugs and space he needed huh? This could also be a message to you lovelies out there too. MasterList linked at the bottom too!

Ace didn’t know what came over you, but whatever it was, he wasn’t complaining. Per se.

You’d cupped his face gently, rubbing your thumbs along his cheeks tenderly, while he just looked back at you, curious. He smiled, in hopes of easing or appeasing whatever drudge was swirling in his chest and tainting this moment, “everything alright?”

You hummed and nodded at him, not a line on your expression but the bliss that pulled at your lips, revealing your peaceful serenity to him. His breath hitched slightly as you pressed your lips to his forehead, lingering for a moment. Then a shorter peck to his nose, before nuddling it back and forth with your own. He reopened his eyes when you tilted his head, still cradled in your palms, and pressed kisses to either of his cheeks.

You pulled away enough to look him in the eyes, and he felt his heart chase after you, beating with a tenacity meant to jump ship from his chest to yours. Your eyes dropped to the last target on his face, and he felt his entire physiology twist in anticipation.

You guided his face to yours gently, holding him as though he was the most prized treasure of all the seas. If he ever said that aloud, you would agree.

Your own personal One Piece.

You guided him, and he followed eagerly, gravitating towards you naturally, and you met him somewhere in the middle, colliding in an explosion of euphoria, igniting the wiring of his entire being.

His every sense sharpened, yet by attuning himself to your every move he melded into you. He-his edges-seemed to all but disappear as he chased after you unwilling to disconnect for a moment longer than necessary. Your pull, irresistible-inevitable as he continued to dive deeper into it.

Deeper and deeper.

Closer and closer.

Chest to chest.

Heart to heart.

Until you gently guided him away, again cradling his face and rubbing sweet, sweet, tender circles into his skin, massaging your warmth into him. Your eyes again held his, and gosh you’re just so beautiful. He’s pulled out of his daze when he felt your chest struggling under his. You’re panting slightly, your breathing a little strained, and he realized that his weight on you definitely isn’t helping.

He lifted himself up just slightly-unwilling to completely part but-no longer crushing you. He couldn’t help but wonder: when had he ended up on top of you like this?

You’re gently moving his head about in your palms again, pressing another kiss to his forehead. Then another to the crown of his head and for a moment he’s so glad he showered and washed his hair yesterday.

“I’m so thankful to have you in my life,” you breathed into his skin, lips inscribing the words into his forehead, and tugging on his heart strings.

Again his head is guided by your hands and again his eyes are treated to the sight of yours. Like a rope with a knot catching onto a splinter of wood, the air caught inside his chest. Your own eyes trailed over his features, slowly, carefully, as though committing every part of him, every detail, to memory. You studied him with a sort of reverence, your awe manifesting in a choked gasp and subtle widening of the eyes.

Your hands slowly slipped from his face, and he found himself missing your touch immediately. Thankfully, he didn’t have to part with it for long.

“I am so grateful,” your fingers ghosted along his cheek moving to his lips, “that you exist,” your words tugged at that stuck knot.

“That you were born,” a warmth spread through his chest - yet he couldn’t breathe.

“That you exist in this world - and that I,” your expression became impossibly soft, “that I get to know you.”

He opened his mouth desperate to return the sentiment, but you continued gently tracing his lips as you did, “that you’re allowing me to love you like this.”

He couldn’t-

You let out a little squeak at the speed and force with which he sat the two of you up and held you. His fingers interwoven with your hair, his nose buried in your neck, his other hand pressing you into him, melding you into his body. Soon enough, even his legs came to wrap around your own, completely preventing any chance of escape.

Though to be honest, you escape to him, not from him.

Oh the things you did to him.

He might be made of fire, but his devil fruit couldn’t protect him from the way your affections effectively set fire to his very brain-his heart. His chest heaved, pressing against yours, his eyes water and his grip tightened. Tremors overtook him as he fought the urge to crush you completely into his body.

How could joy resemble a knife tearing through his chest? How could the tearing pain feel so delightful? The contradictions were enough to make his head spin and his thoughts knot up.

A gentle hand - your gentle hand slowly worked its way through his hair, patiently undoing any tangles your fingers came about, consequently undoing the intricate knotting of the net entangling his mind. The delicate trails your fingertips drew along his scalp soothed his thoughts such that each raging beastly emotion was conquered in turn. It wasn’t too long before he’d vanquished the confusion, your tender care steering him to clarity.

You were steering him towards dreamland too if he’s honest, as his consciousness began to ebb under the rhythmic flow of your fingers through the waves of his hair. It wasn’t long before it plunged completely into the ocean of unconsciousness.

// ——

When he regained consciousness you were seated beside him, reading something or another. You were really engrossed in whatever it was you were reading, so much so that you startled a little when his hand lethargically claimed your own, pulling it closer to him.

He brushed his lips on the back of it, grinning up at you with eyes that drooped with the sleep still in them. He delighted in the flustered expression you wore in response to his own affections, blinking at you slowly. You marked your page with your free hand, before closing the book to give him your undivided attention.

“How was your nap, love?” Love you called him. Love.

His eyelids closed, succumbing to the weight they seemed to carry, basking in the bliss washing over him like a gentle summer shower.

Love.

He could hear you moving about, his hold on your hand tightening as you shifted. A little groan left him as he struggled to open his eyes and mouth to speak to you. You were not helping with how your other hand came to comb his hair again, but he managed, “mmm you’re…gon’ make me fall ‘sleep ‘gain.”

“Then that means you need more sleep m’love,” m’love, not just any love, your love. Yours.

He was your love.

Yours.

He was yours. Happily so. Forever would be too. If you’d have him.

He hummed, lips weakly pushing through sleep to show you his satisfaction.

Your voice was much closer to him now, speaking from right above his head, and he fought an uphill battle trying to open his eyes to look at you. His whole body felt heavy, completely sapped of strength. Heck even his grip on your hand was as limp as ever. He couldn’t help but wonder if he was in contact with sea stone or something.

He felt you press your lips to his forehead again, gently fueling him enough to pull his lips into a drowsy, wobbly, smile.

“Get some rest love,” you spoke softly, “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Stay wit mmmmm,” talking was proving to be a challenge, “c’mere.”

He threw a heavy arm over what he hoped was your waist. It probably was? Gosh he couldn’t care with the way you were giggling next to him.

“Sure thing love,” you had to be doing some kind of magic with how he felt like he was levitating despite the weight that seeped into his bones, “just let me brush my teeth first.”

He couldn’t hold you down if he wanted to with how tired he was, “mmm back soo,” he mumbled.

“Sure thing,” his lips wobbled themselves into a smile as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead again.

He was out instantaneously. You kept your promise though; through his daze he felt you slip in and embrace him. Seems like his body knew what to do too, despite its earlier lack of cooperation, and he wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you in return before he was out again.

He woke up in your arms.

His head rested against your chest, with your arm languidly around his shoulders. Taking in a deep breath filled him with the nostalgia of the scent of home. A home that did not exist in his memories. Which meant it probably existed in his imagination then. A home that could be. A home with you.

It was the scent of home nonetheless.

He tightened his hold on your waist nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

I’m so grateful you exist.

His arms instinctively tightened.

That you were born.

His inhale was a stuttery one, his own lips and vision stuttering as well. He buried his face further into your neck, taking in your scent again. Yet all that did was push the tears out faster.

That was the opposite of what he’d expected!

Urgh. One of those hot, salty blobs ended up on your skin.

To his relief, and dismay - oddly enough - you remained unconscious. Your eyes closed and breathing consistent. Though that didn’t last long, as you shifted slightly, the arm around his shoulder worked to pull him into you, as your other one came up to play with his hair-you really liked doing that huh?

“Get it aaall,” your voice was thick with sleep, “get it all…out,” you hummed a bit, “let all that poison out.”

“Darlin’, did I wake you?” It was pathetic how his voice cracked - he hated this weakness that was welling up...again.

Just like that, your hold on him tightened, your lips pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head.

“I’d be upset if you didn’t,” you sounded much more awake now, “you’re one of the people I want to be there for the most.”

Unfortunately, a choked sob left him. Gosh he was so pathetic. He was a full grown man! He wasn’t supposed to be some weak crybaby! To think he used to get mad at Luffy for crying too!

Yet…

He. couldn’t. stop.

His shoulders shook, the tremors traveled his body, and a violent shiver wracked it. Yet you laid and held him and ran your fingers through his hair, kissing your favorite spot on his forehead consistently. Every kiss, every gentle brush of your loving fingers tenderly working through his hair, every tender trace of your fingertips on his scalp, brought a fresh wave of tears to follow the next. At some point he’d started clutching on to you, like you were the life-ring preventing him from drowning.

He wasn’t sure how long you two stayed like that. All he knew that in between his sniffles and his sobbing there was your voice.

“Get it all out love,” you lightly encouraged - as though he wasn’t lesser for crying like a baby.

“I’m so proud of you,” you said a few times too - as though this pathetic display wasn’t shameful.

“I love you so much,” you reaffirmed time and time again stroking his hair - as though his weakness didn’t make him less desirable.

For whatever reason he didn’t doubt a word. Despite the mental cesspool working overtime to drown him in darkness, the light of your honesty shone through. No matter how far he fell, it followed.

He wasn’t sure how long you two lay there, holding each other, and he wasn’t sure when he’d lost consciousness again. His eyes were so incredibly heavy when he woke up again though. They must be swollen from all his crying. You weren’t next to him this time, however as his senses came back to him, he could hear the sounds of a pen scratching and paper flipping.

When he sat up, he noticed a pitcher of water and a tall glass with an opaque yellow-tinted liquid and some mint leaves in it-lemonade probably-on the bedside table. He had a moment to locate you at his desk before you turned to face him, “hey there.”

“Hey,” he croaked, voice still thick from lack of use.

You put the pen down, got up, and walked towards him with a kind smile, “I made you some lemonade, and got some water,” you sat down near his legs, “gotta replace all those fluids you lost.”

That got a chuckle out of him, “your lessons with Marco are going well, huh?”

“I also have a lot of personal experience with these things,” you grinned at him.

“With crying like a baby?”

You just hummed and nodded.

“This might sound bad,” you weren’t looking at him as you confessed, “but I’m kind of…” you trailed off, shooting him a quick glance, “happy,” you shrunk, your shoulders reaching your ears, “you felt safe enough to be that vulnerable with me.”

“So, you liked seeing me cry?” He poked at you. “Should I cry more for you, doll?”

“Ace,” you groaned, your smile only growing fonder as you looked at him.

“Didn’t peg you for a masochist,” he kept teasing, “I’m not sure how I feel about this kink of yours.”

He loved the way you rolled your eyes, but revealed your teeth with how big your smile was getting. “I don’t like seeing you cry,” you corrected, “I like that you feel safe with me.”

You paused, then appended, “well safe enough to not hide your pain.”

“Hide my pain?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Crying is one way to get pain out of your body,” you twisted your body to face him more fully, voice soft as you shared your opinion, “emotional pain especially.”

“Isn’t crying just weakness?” He frowned at you.

“No?”

“It’s not?”

“Do you think I’m weak when I cry?”

“No.”

“Then?”

“But you’re a woman.”

A tired look flashed over your features momentarily, “so men aren’t allowed to cry?” You challenged, tone still as patient as ever.

“Only weak men cry,” for some reason the words sounded less convincing in your presence.

“Who says?” His gaze snapped up to meet yours and you repeated yourself, “who said?”

“Isn’t it just something that everyone knows?” His brow furrowed, scowl taking his features.

“No,” you paused as you said that, “well I guess in a sense,” you squinted at nothing, “yes… it is something that many people assume.”

“You just saw me cry like a baby,” he countered, “you don’t think I’m weak?”

“On the contrary,” he felt his eyes widen despite the weight embedded into them, “you’ve been carrying all that pain.”

An ache tormented your gentle expression, “and you choose kindness and warmth and bring joy to those you care about despite it,” you looked him in the eye again, “that isn’t something a weak person could do.”

A shiver traveled down his spine at the way your eyes studied him, softening as you opened your mouth to speak again, “kindness is the mark of the strong, Ace,” you placed your hand on top of his notably larger one, pride dripping from your voice, “and you’re so incredibly kind.”

What was with you and stealing the air from his lungs? He felt his chest constrict like he’d been punched too.

“We’re so lucky to have you in our lives,” your thumb traced circles onto the back of his hand, “we’re even luckier to be loved by you.”

He could feel that prickling in the back of his eyes he was becoming way too familiar with for his liking. “We really have to do something about that crying kink of yours,” he joked.

You scoffed, shaking your head, but you weren’t mad. “I think I’m just going to have to tell you more often how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

His heart lurched in his chest, “I think I’m the lucky one.”

“We can both be lucky.”

“Then I’m luckier.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yea huh.”

“Agree to disagree?”

“No,” he has a huge grin on his face at your scowl.

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes, rising from the bed with a dramatic sigh, “I’ll let you believe whatever you want to believe.”

“Oi!” He couldn’t help the chuckle that left him.

“Drink some water and your lemonade, love,” you gave him a little peck on his forehead again, “then let’s get you showered and fed.”

He caught your wrist as you moved away, “where are you going?”

“To the desk,” you blinked at him.

“What’re you up to there?”

“I’m just going through some paperwork,” he really was the luckier one of the two of you.

“Marry me,” the words flew out of his mouth before his mind could even register them in his thoughts.

You laughed, raising your left hand for him to view, “already did.”

Shoot.

“Now,” mirth still colored your expression, “you drink your lemonade while I get these papers done.”

“Yes ma’am,” he saluted you and allowed you to slip out of his grasp.

It was when he’d finally moved to lean back against the wall and grabbed the drink you’d prepared that he heard you giggle a little. Strange, given what you were working on, “see something funny?”

“No,” you singsonged, cheerfully wiggling in your seat, “it’s just my husband asked me to marry him, again, and I’m feeling very happy.”

His head clunked against the wall he rested against, heat rushing to his cheeks as a disgruntled groan left him, despite the way he was grinning, “I swear I didn’t forget.”

“I didn’t think you did, love,” you giggle some more, turning slightly to look at him, “I’m just so happy you would want to marry me, again.”

“I’d marry you again every day if I could,” he took a swig of his lemonade enjoying the way you fought and failed to keep your smile contained as it threatened to split what he could see of your face.

You turned back around and he could see that you were fighting to focus on the papers in front of you.

“How about we have another wedding on the Moby Dick?” He found himself scooching his way down the bed, his excitement uncontained. “We can get you a proper dress this time! Your own!”

He looked up thinking some more, “and I’ll wear a proper suit with a vest and a tie and everything!”

“I’m surprised you know about vests and ties,” you shot him a teasing grin.

“Hey! I took some etiquette classes as a kid!”

“You did?”

“I didn’t tell you?” He’d have to tell you more about his life before he set sail then. “Yeah back when I was in the East Blue,” it’s been a while since he left huh? “Makino-a barmaid from the village nearby-taught me manners.”

“So she’s the one that taught you about vests and ties?”

“Yeah,” oh wait a second, “we can have Thatch make us a huge cake and a feast!” Now that he was back on the original topic he had so many ideas! “Pops can officiate! Marco can be the one to bring you down the aisle! And-and-”

“You really want to have another wedding then?” You were now turned to face him completely.

“Yeah! How about it?” He scooched even closer to you. “Our first one was nice too, but we were in a hurry and I remember we had to go with whatever we had.”

“Is it bad that I liked our small, humble wedding?”

“Huh? No of course not! It was great!” Where did that come from? “I’m just saying we can have another so I can ‘marry you again.’”

“Hmm the idea of seeing you all dressed up in a three piece suit is tempting,” you hummed.

He guffawed a bit at that. “I’d probably mistake you for an angel if I saw you in a white dress.”

“Aww you wouldn’t recognize me?”

“Nah because,” he smirked, “I’d be blinded by how beautiful you’d look.”

When you hunched your shoulders to your ears and looked away a bit, his chest swirled with pride. He was getting better at this flirting with you thing!

“Maybe we shouldn’t then,” sounds of protest were leaving him before he knew it, “I don’t want to blind you.”

That had the two of you laughing.

When you calmed down, you turned back towards the work waiting for you, “there isn’t much left to do commander, so stop distracting me.”

Your distraction quickly chugged the rest of that refreshing glass of juice, and moved back to pour himself a glass of water. Something seemed to click within his head as he pondered your order: “I’m distracting now, am I?”

“Very.”

He burst out laughing. “Well we’re even then,” he proceeded to take a loud slurp of water.

He almost choked on it laughing when he saw you startle a bit, his flirt landing well with you again.

Cradling his glass, he opted to just watch you work. He’d make your second wedding happen. You deserved to be celebrated again and again. Besides, it’s not like pirates didn’t party regularly. So it’s not like they’d be going out of their way really-if that’s what you were worried about. Well, knowing you, that was something you were worried about. He found an amused little huff leaving him at that thought.

“See something funny, love?” Seems you’d heard him.

“Nope,” he grinned your way, “just thinking.”

“Should I be concerned?”

“Hey!”

“You come up with some pretty crazy schemes,” he noticed the little smirk on your lips - oh you cheeky - “they’re usually fun, even if they’re dangerous.”

“Like you’re one to talk!” He grinned. “You always add on more crazy things!”

“My crazy things are to make your crazy things less dangerous,” you hummed, “I very much prefer you alive, well, and healthy you see.”

“You just like me,” he beamed at you with a laugh.

“I love you, actually,” you responded without missing a beat nor looking up from your paperwork.

Yeah.

He was definitely giving you that second wedding here on the Moby Dick. Maybe even at one of the prettier spring or autumn islands on Pops’ turf. Whatever you’d like the most! Heck he’ll give you two second weddings - er - a second and a third. Wedding. Yeah.

Oh!

Maybe he could even surprise you with it!

He ought to get started on it - today! Right now!

He threw back the rest of his glass of water and rushed to the door.

“Ah! Ace! Wait a second!” He paused right before opening it up. “I’m just about done with this! Let me finish and I can help you with your hair and back!”

“Huh?” He raised a brow at you.

“Huh?” You returned equally confused. “Weren’t you going to shower to feel better?”

“No?” He tilted his head.

“Then you’re going straight for the kitchen?” You continued, still confused. “Didn’t you want to eat together?”

Oh that was tempting. He couldn’t say no to that. Wait, even the shower help was tempting. You’d been the one to teach him how to properly scrub his scalp after all. But he didn’t want to delay his surprise a second longer!

“Then, I’m gonna get some fresh air,” not really a lie, he’d get fresh air on his way to see Marco, “then we can eat together.”

“So no shower?”

“Wouldn’t we get caught?”

“What do you mean? I’m just washi-Ace!” You let out a garbled sound making him laugh.

“Alright, alright darlin’,” he gave you a lopsided grin, “I’m just teasing. Yeah we’ll do both.”

“Okay,” you seemed pleased with that outcome, despite it being more work for you.

He let go of the door handle to come press a kiss to your forehead, “love you.”

“Love you too,” you returned immediately.

He walked out the door feeling lighter than he had in a while.

Yeah he was definitely giving you the grandest wedding he could, and he was a Whitebeard pirate, and they really knew how to party.

Extra:

Later during an “Official Division Commander Meeting”:

Izou: she must be the one to pick out her dress

Ace: then I’ll take her out to get one picked

Izou: absolutely not! I will

Ace: hey she’s my wife

Izou: exactly! You’re not allowed to see her in the dress until the ceremony you fool!

Marco: (placing a comforting hand on Ace’s shoulder) well, there’s no one better for this task than Izou yoi

Izou: hmph! but of course

Thatch: you all have the easy part, I have to make all the food, and the cake

Ace: it’ll be worth it!

Thatch: for you maybe, you’re not the one cooking to feed a fleet. I swear I have the most difficult job

Marco: we have feasts all the time, no need to do anything extra yoi.

Ace: except the cake! The cake is really important!

Thatch: yeah yeah I heard you. groans

Marco: Besides your division has a bunch of cooks to help you out doesn’t it?

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bby-deerling · 14 days

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I don't know why giving One Piece men head is the only thing on my mind right now, but by god, do I really want too.

I am nothing if not a whore for fictional men.

i am shamelessly using this as an excuse to do some headcanons about giving them head LOL, i hope you don't mind, pookie <3

giving them head headcanons (nsfw)

ft. zoro, sanji, ace, law, kid

masterlist || commissions

cw: oral sex (character receiving), swallowing, 69, teasing, cumming on reader's face, messy blowjobs, dacryphilia, throat fucking

tagging: @willowbelle @queenmimi2817 @eelnoise @sanjisjuul @sanjisprincesswifey @mirillua @atanukileaf @revasserium

zoro

loves to 69 with you; while he loves the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around his cock, he has so much fun seeing how quickly he can distract you and make the movements of your head along his shaft pause from the hot stripes he licks across your clit. no matter how strong your resolve is, you always turn into putty on top of him, mewling with his cock still deep in your throat, and he teases you relentlessly for it.

while he loves seeing you swallow every last drop he has to give you, sometimes he likes making you stick your tongue out to show him his own seed coating your mouth before you swallow and let it drip down the back of your throat��especially when you have that satisfied grin on your face while you do it.

sanji

this man is extremely vocal during sex to start with, but doubly so when you go down on him; he just can't help himself from whining, crying out in pleasure, and whimpering sweet praises as you swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock.

when he's so close, nearly about to cum, he gets so lost in all the sweet, tingly, air-headed sensations that he's feeling that he forgets to give you warning before he lets go in your mouth. he'll apologize profusely as he does it, but don't be surprised if his eyes darken as he asks you to stick out your tongue for him so he can inspect it and make sure you didn't waste any food.

ace

lets out the cutest little sighs and moans while your tongue curls along the length of his shaft. his cock is so warm in your mouth, and you feel like it nearly melts into your tongue as it runs along his shaft. he can't help but let out soft whimpers as your tongue swirls along his head—it's his most sensitive spot, and once you figure that you, it's over for him—not that he's complaining, of course.

while he loves holding the back of your head, he never pushes—he's much too eager to see what you want to give him without his interference. in turn, the warmth from his palm and his fingers against your scalp is so comforting and relaxing that it makes you even more willing to take him as deeply as you can.

kid

brutal in everything he does, he doesn't hesitate to fuck your throat. hand firmly grasping tendrils of your hair, he lives for every squeak and moan you let out as his thick cock bullies the back of your throat—and when you look up at him with those beautiful tear-stained eyes, it's hard for him to not cum right on the spot.

he loves to cum on your face. it's a little bit territorial, and a lot of bit because of the degradation aspect; he loves making you dirty, and seeing his thick white ropes coat your face makes him spring back to life, ready to shove his cock right back down your throat.

law

law likes it messy; he loves hearing you softly choke on him while drops of saliva spill out of the edges of your mouth, he adores the inadvertent tears that well up in your eyes from his length hitting the back of your throat, and he lives for the sight of you touching yourself with your free hand, making a mess between your legs that he can't wait to dive into once you're finished.

he always says thank you after his spills his cum down your throat, hand cupping your cheek with devotion and thumb wiping the drool away from your lips. and he truly is grateful—enough so to make sure he makes you cum twice as hard when giving you something in return.

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thelittlestoflives · 2 months

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Burning for You

this quite literally came to me in a dream soooo i had to write it!! just a lil silly drabble about the sweetest fire boy (not proofread IM SORRY)

afab reader, uses of YN

portgas d ace x strawhat!reader

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it's pretty steamy so i'm gonna say NSFW MDNI but it's not tooo explicit

wc: 1.5k

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The building exploded, bricks and debris flying through the air and smashing through anything in its path. You barely had time to gape in disbelief before you saw your crew scattering in different directions. Of course, this is how the ‘stealth’ plan went.

Luffy’s brother, Ace, was staying with the crew for a while and the two of you had most definitely been making eyes at each other when you thought the other wasn’t looking. You were staying on an island when the crew had discovered some nefarious goings-on, and would you really be the Strawhats if you all didn’t try and right these wrongs? The plan was to sneak into the suspected building, scope it out, and then figure out the intricacies once you all knew its layout. The plan was not to blow the damn building up.

“Quick!” Ace sprinted past you, grabbing your hand and pulling you behind him.

“Was that you?” You yelled at him, referring to the building’s demise.

He flashed a grin over his shoulder at you, confirming the answer as you both ran through the unfamiliar streets.

Eventually, you stopped in an alleyway, breathing heavily.

You threw a glare at him. “I don’t recall ‘blowing up the building’ as the course of action, Ace.”

He simply threw a smile your way. “But didn’t that make it much more fun?”

“Oh, okay. So your idea of fun is, I don’t know, terrorism?”

“Pfft. They deserved it. The bastards inside were up to no good. It’s not exactly my fault they had highly flammable objects in there.”

You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose. “I can’t believe we sent Fire Fist himself into a flammable building. I guess we have nobody to blame but ourselves for that one.” You looked up to see his incredibly (cute) smug face brightly beaming at you.

“Exactly. So really, it’s all your fault,” he teased.

“You really are Luffy’s brother,” you remarked, unable to stop your mouth from turning up.

His smile grew. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Sure.”

You both began to walk out of the alley and back into the city as the fire brigade and island’s police ran past you to the inferno in the centre. You tried to look as nonchalant as possible as Ace walked without a care in the world beside you, arms up behind his head.

“I see you staring at me, you know,” he said.

You splutter. “Sorry?”

“You don’t need to apologise.”

“No, I wasn’t-”

“I see you staring because I’m staring at you,” you didn’t have to see his face to know exactly what kind of smile he wore. “You’re pretty damn cute.”

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks. He stepped closer to you and draped an arm over your shoulders.

“And while we wait for the smoke to settle, if you’ll pardon the pun, I think we might as well enjoy the time we have alone together, don’t you?”

“You’re shameless,” you manage to say, head spinning due to the close proximity.

He laughed. “Maybe. But you’re too gorgeous to pass up on. What do you say, YN? Shall we make the most of it?”

You grumble at the compliment, and the butterflies in your stomach intensify. “What, uh, what did you have in mind?”

“Grab a drink somewhere? Get to know each other?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

“Great!” His arm moved from your shoulders and you found yourself missing the warm contact, but only temporarily as his hand found yours and your fingers interlocked. “I want to know how you ended up on my brother’s crew.”

The bar Ace picked wasn’t one you would have chosen - slightly too ‘old man pub’ for your taste - but the drinks were cheap and there was hardly anyone inside, so you couldn’t complain too much. You both sat in a booth in the corner, shielded from any eyes that might look your way. The conversation flowed just as easily as the drinks you both threw back, and soon you were leaning over the table clutching your stomach in fits of laughter.

“You’re something else,” you choked out as you wiped the tears of laughter from your eyes.

Ace had a wicked grin on his face. “You love it though, don’t you?”

“Presumptious.”

“But true.”

You lean back in your seat and look at him only to find he was already looking at you.

At some point in the conversation, Ace had moved closer to you, dangerously close. You could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

He lifted his hand to hold your cheek, fingertips in your hair.

“If you don’t want this to go any further, you have to say now, princess,” he murmured. “Because I don’t know how much self-control I’ll have.”

“I… I don’t know, Ace,” you whisper. “I don’t normally do this sort of thing… I don’t want to just be some notch on your belt.”

“Oh no, no, no, YN. You’re much more than that. I don’t do this sort of thing either. I’m not some hotshot ladies’ man who sleeps around whenever he can.” He moves his hand to brush over your lips to silence your response. “I know that’s what you think of me, it’s okay. But I need you to know that’s not who I am, yeah? You’re… breaking my resolve, that’s all.”

Your eyes flutter at the closeness, the intimacy. “But, I’m on your brother’s crew. We couldn’t… I mean, we can’t…”

He raised an eyebrow, a cheeky glint in his eyes. “Says who?”

Oh, fuck it.

His lips were close enough that you barely had to move to crash yours against them. He grunted a little in surprise, but wrapped his arms around you, pulling you impossibly close. Your mouths moved in tandem, the kiss getting deeper and deeper. Your hands move to tangle in his hair, his hat now off his head and hanging by the strap around his neck. His skin was on fire underneath your touch, and he groaned slightly as your tongue entered his mouth. He pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him, neither of you caring that you were in some random bar. His hands clutched at your waist and grabbed at any part of you they could. It was desperate, messy, passionate. You could feel the hardness in his shorts under you as you began to gently grind on him, the kiss now sloppy as he panted into your mouth. Thank god the booth you were in was hidden.

“YN…” He groaned as you pulled away to kiss his jaw and neck, sucking and nipping the skin lightly. “You’re teasing me.”

“Want me to stop?” you whisper, biting his ear softly.

He pulled your face away and held it in his hands, his pupils blown and cheeks red. “Not here, not like this,” he said lowly. “Something as beautiful as you needs to be devoured slowly, and not in some gross bar.”

You flushed at the compliment which pleased him greatly.

“Your room, tonight. We’ll finish what we started, yeah? Properly this time,” he pulled your face back to his and kissed you deeply.

The two of you finished your drinks, in between kisses and touches, before slipping out of the bar and dancing through the streets, hand in hand.

By the time you and Ace returned to the ship, it was dark out. He pressed some kisses to your face and you giggled, swatting him away as you didn’t want the crew to see.

When you pushed open the door to the kitchen you were immediately crashed into.

“YN!” Luffy’s excited voice called as he wrapped himself around you. “I’m so happy you’re my sister!”

For the second time that day, you splutter. “W-what?”

You didn’t miss the mischievous grins on your crew behind him.

“Well, you and Ace are together, and he’s my brother, which means you’re my sister! Welcome to the family, sis!”

Ace burst into peals of laughter at the redness of your face. You glared at your crew behind Luffy, as this was obviously their doing. Once you and Ace failed to return to the ship when everyone else did, they put two and two together.

“Oh, no, Luffy, I’m not… We’re not… It’s not like…”

Ace slung his arm around your shoulder and kissed the side of your head. “Yeah, welcome to the family, YN.”

You grumbled, but couldn’t find it in you to actually be mad. It was rather sweet after all. Whoever told your Captain about you and his brother would suffer your wrath eventually. For now, you indulge in silliness and love and count down the minutes until everyone is in bed and Ace can come to yours.

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demonpiratehuntress · 5 months

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stupid

Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader

Summary - your cluelessness could rival Luffy's. not knowing Ace has the biggest crush on you, you think he keeps asking to stop at a particular island to see someone. and you're confused when he brings you your favourite flower each time.

Warnings - angst to comfort (been feeling a bit angsty lately)

"Hey, it's Ace's girlfriend's island!"

The comment was seemingly harmless, purely meant to tease the 2nd Division Commander for his constant - albeit mysterious - request to always stop at this island any time the ship passed it. But despite the good-natured intention of the crewmate who'd said it, you couldn't stop the way your heart sunk a little.

Your secret was well-kept if no one knew about your crush on the fiery commander, which you were kind of grateful for considering the circumstances you now found yourself facing.

"(Name), are you gonna come this time? Maybe we'll actually get to meet her!" One of your crew asked, again not meaning any harm.

But the thought had you losing your balance, and you stumbled a little before catching yourself. You shook your head with a small, forced smile, "No, I'm okay. Looks like I'm a bit tired." You laughed, but it didn't sound quite like it usually did.

Before they could question you, though, you were gone. It was well-known that you were Ace's best friend, and the two of you were practically inseparable. Or had been. Ever since you noticed the repeated stops at this island you'd started putting distance between you and him, little by little so he wouldn't notice.

It was hard. Incredibly hard. You never stood a chance against Ace's charms and humour, and now you had to deal with the consequences of falling for a man every woman would want. You were just his best friend, and that's all you'd ever be. So you had to either learn to accept it and let him go, or else the burden of feeling so much for him would inevitably break you.

The odd thing about this whole scenario was that each time Ace would go out and spend the day with whoever he was seeing on the island, he would always come back with a (favourite flower) for you. And you had no idea why, but he just said it was because he knew you liked them and shrugged it off.

The moment you hit your bed, your emotions overwhelmed you and you broke down, crying into your pillow until you fell asleep.

This time, you weren't going to accept his stupid flower.

By the time you woke up, most of the day had passed. You were still docked at the island, indicating that Ace and whoever had gone with him had not returned yet. You tried not to care, dismissing their absence by immersing yourself in one of your books. Locking yourself up in your room so you wouldn't have to deal with anyone - or the crew relentlessly teasing Ace for having a girlfriend.

A knock at your door startled you, but you chose to ignore it and went back to reading. After a few minutes, you exhaled, thinking that the person had left, until a familiar voice made you jump.

"I know you're not sleeping! Come on, this is mean!" Ace complained, knocking again. "Let me in!"

You rolled your eyes but again ignored him, continuing on the adventure you were embarking on mentally. His knocking continued, and you cursed his stubbornness as you eventually threw your book aside and got up to angrily open the door.

"What?!" You hissed, harsher than you intended.

He faltered, his excitement visibly fading, "Is something wrong?"

"What do you want, Ace?" You asked, trying to be gentler but still speaking coldly. You couldn't help it, you were hurt.

He held out the flower, looking hopeful. He could see you were upset for some reason, and he wanted to know why, but first he wanted to give you the thing he searched the whole island for. Your favourite flower. It was a routine thing for him, the reason he requested to stop here. But he always forgot where the flowers were, or ended up falling asleep in the meadow, so he usually came back late. He never once thought you'd assume he was seeing someone else.

Because truth was, Ace was head-over-heels in love with you. And yes, he felt ridiculous for falling for his best friend, but he couldn't help it when you were the one person who understood him better than anyone else. The one person who made his life brighter and happier just by existing.

"No," you shook your head, "I don't want it this time."

His heart sank at your words. A frown fell on his lips, unusual for the typically cheerful man. He felt hurt by your response, and an awkwardness he'd never felt before fell over the two of you. He slowly dropped his hand, and even the flower seemed to droop like you'd broken its heart as well.

"Go give it to your girlfriend." Then you slammed the door shut.

Ace blinked.

Wait, what?

You thought he...oh no. He face-palmed, cursing at how stupid this situation suddenly became. You really thought he was out on the island meeting up with some girl? Is that how clueless you were to his affections, how naive you were to his advances? Did you really not get any of his hints?

He suddenly laughed out loud, feeling relieved. This was easily fixable. He thought you hated him, or at least just didn't feel about him the same way he felt about you.

You ripped the door open, "What's so funny?!"

"You," he chuckled. "You're an idiot."

You were used to his insults, but your eyes narrowed at this one, "And why is that, exactly?"

"Because you think I'd be out chasing some other girl when you're here," he answered honestly, genuinely. "You're so naive."

Your jaw dropped at his confession, then your expression hardened again and you crossed your arms, "Hey you're always on that island so long, what else do you expect me to think??"

He laughed even more, "Cute. The answer to that is simple. I'm stupid too." He held up the flower again. "I can never remember where that meadow is, and it takes me the whole day to find it again. And I remember you said it only grows here. I also...fall asleep in the grass sometimes." He laughed nervously, blushing.

You had no idea what to say. This whole time...he had been wanting to go to this island for your sake. To find a flower he knows you like. Your heartbeat sped up, a strong blush coming over your cheeks.

"Ace-"

"You know, you're quite mean," he pouted, "I thought you hated me. So my feelings are hurt."

You blushed in embarrassment, "I-I'm sorry! I just thought-"

"Kiss me and we'll call it even," he smirked, then his eyes widened, "Wait wait no, date me and we'll call it even."

You laughed and took the flower from him, "I can do both."

Cue the poor blushing, flustered boy bursting into flames.

#one piece #op #portgas d ace #ace x you #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace x you

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willowbelle · 25 days

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Wild

ace & jealousy + semi-public

❤︎ portgas d ace x fem reader ❤︎

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cw: ace is mostly soft dom but switches briefly, too ;) , jealous ace, playful banter, semi-public sex, lots of dirty talk (it's SO good in this one u guys omg.) lots of teasing, begging, nipple-sucking, fingering, hand job, dry humping, dick-riding, unprotected sex, cream pie. (use of: sweetheart, pretty girl, pretty thing, let me handle it, i know what i'm doing, etc.)

summary: ace and reader meet at a party. competitiveness between ace and sanji. ace gets possessive. ace is very confident in his abilities. he leads reader away & semi-public sex ensues ;)

word count: 5,000

tagging: @maddddstuff @bby-deerling @3v37773 @lovelyeddiely @lowkeycasanova @shamblespirate @sanjisjuul @help-i-lost-my-sock

Wild

Ace roams around the room like a quiet predator, a silent authority; so sure of himself, so confident, almost dizzyingly so.

He’s got a keen eye for girls like you; needy girls, the ones who are desperate to shed the weight layers that plague their skin but are unsure as to how.

You want something, and he’s got it.

So, by your side is where he lands.

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With a charisma that knows no bounds, Ace becomes the focal point of every conversation.

He exudes an infectious allure, drawing people towards him like moths to a flame. Whether he's spinning tales of his daring adventures or simply sharing a stupid joke, his laughter rings out like a like a siren's call, captivating all who hear it.

His presence is like a whirlwind, his aura commanding, stirring up laughter and excitement wherever he goes.

You watch from afar, admiring his confidence, wishing you could possess even a fraction of it.

Ace's gaze sweeps across the room, and for a moment, it lingers on you.

Your heart skips a beat as you feel his intense stare, like a spotlight piercing through the darkness of your self-doubt. He sees something in you, something hidden beneath those layers of insecurity. Perhaps he recognizes a kindred spirit, someone who longs to break free from the confines of their own mind.

As you lean against the wall, feeling like a mere observer amidst the vibrant chaos of the party, Ace's presence suddenly materializes beside you. His approach is stealthy yet confident, his energy filling the space around you like a warm embrace. With a casual lean against the wall, Ace joins you, his eyes sparkling with curiosity as he takes in your quiet demeanor.

There's a glint of recognition in his gaze, "You're not one for the spotlight, huh?" he remarks, his voice soft and inviting as he breaks the silence between you. There's a genuine warmth in his tone, a sense of understanding that makes you feel strangely at ease in his presence.

You meet his gaze, captivated by the easy confidence that radiates from him. There's something reassuring about the way he sees you, something that makes you feel seen in a way you haven't before.

And yet, despite your initial shyness, you have to let the teasing part of yourself come to light, just a little.

As Ace's words linger in the air, a devilish glimmer sparks in your eyes, and you shoot him a coy smile.

"So, you're the knight in shining armor come to rescue me from the shadows, huh?" you tease, leaning back against the wall with a hint of mock drama.

Ace chuckles, a playful smirk curling on his lips.

"Well, who else would be up to the task?" he retorts, his tone filled with confidence as he steps in closer, the air crackling with a hint of flirtation.

"Guess I'll have to accept my fate then," you reply, matching Ace's mischievous tone as you tilt your head, feigning resignation. "But just so you know, I have high standards for my rescuers."

Ace chuckles, his gaze locking with yours in a playful challenge.

"That so?" he questions flirtatiously, raising an eyebrow.

"Absolutely," you respond with a knowing smirk, meeting Ace's gaze head-on. "Only the bravest, most charming knights need apply."

Ace's grin widens, a glint of amusement lighting up his eyes as he tilts his head back against the wall, emitting a low chuckle.

"And here I was, thinking you were some shy loner," he remarks, casting a sidelong glance in your direction. "But you're a witty one, aren’t ‘cha?”

"Well, what can I say? I like to keep people guessing," you reply, your tone light and teasing.

Ace chuckles, the sound warm and inviting as he leans in closer, his presence enveloping you like a comforting embrace.

"Well, consider me thoroughly intrigued," he says, his voice low and intimate against your ear. "I have a feeling there's a lot more to you than meets the eye."

Before you can respond to Ace's charming remark, the sound of footsteps draws your attention. Turning slightly, you find Sanji approaching, his suave demeanor evident even from a distance. He leans against the wall beside you, effortlessly exuding an air of confidence.

“Ah, my apologies for interrupting," Sanji says with a charming smile, his eyes glancing between you and Ace. "But it seems I've stumbled upon quite the intriguing conversation."

Ace chuckles lightly, shooting Sanji a grin. "Just a bit of friendly banter," he replies, his tone is relaxed, yet filled with an underlying sense of competitiveness.

Sanji leans in closer, his gaze meeting yours with a hint of mischief, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I must say, you're a sight for sore eyes," he remarks, his voice smooth and charming. "It seems I've stumbled upon a treasure amidst this bustling party."

You feel a wave of discomfort wash over you at Sanji's flattering words, his charisma not nearly as captivating as Ace's. "Um, thank you," you reply hesitantly, unsure of how to respond.

Sanji chuckles softly, "Only if it's well-deserved," he says, his tone dripping with sincerity. "And in your case, I'd say it's more than deserved."

As Sanji's flirtatious one-sided banter with you continues, you notice a subtle shift in Ace's demeanor. His grin tightens imperceptibly, and a flicker of something unreadable flashes in his eyes as he watches the interaction between you and Sanji.

Suddenly, Ace steps in closer, his presence becoming more pronounced as he subtly positions himself between you and Sanji. His playful demeanor takes on a more serious edge, his gaze flickering with a hint of possessiveness.

"Seems like I've been neglecting my duties as your rescuer," Ace remarks quietly against your ear, his voice carrying a tinge of tension beneath its usual warmth. "Mind if I steal you away for a moment?"

You sense the underlying tension in Ace's words, and though you're not quite sure what prompted it, you find yourself nodding in agreement. As Ace leads you away from Sanji's flirtatious orbit, you can't help but wonder what sparked the sudden change in his behavior.

----

As you find yourselves in a quieter corner of the party, away from the prying eyes and flirtatious distractions, Ace's demeanor undergoes a subtle transformation, his gaze darkening with a primal hunger that sends a thrill coursing through your veins.

The air crackles with anticipation, charged with a potent mixture of desire and tension.

With a sudden, almost desperate urgency, Ace presses you against the wall, his body flush against yours, molding you to him as if he's afraid to let go.

There's a fierce determination in his touch, a primal need driving him to claim you as his own.

Before you can catch your breath, his lips crash down upon yours with a ferocity that steals the very air from your lungs. It's a kiss born of raw passion, a kiss that makes your legs feel like jelly.

Time seems to stand still as you become lost in the whirlwind of sensation, every brush of his lips against yours sending sparks of electricity coursing through your body.

In that moment, there is only Ace, only the searing heat of his touch and the intoxicating taste of his kiss.

As the world around you fades into obscurity, consumed by the consuming flames of arousal, you surrender yourself completely to the rapture of the moment.

Ace pulls away, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looks down at you with a mixture of sheepishness and excitement. "Sorry about that," he says with a smug grin, "I guess I got a little carried away."

You're left breathless, your own heart pounding in your chest as you try to process the intensity of the moment.

Despite the suddenness of his actions, you can't deny the electric sensation that lingers in your core, binding you in a web of unspoken need.

"No need to apologize," you reply breathlessly, "I'd say it was a pleasant surprise."

Ace's grin widens at your response, a devilish sparkle dancing in his eyes. "Well, in that case, I'll have to remember to surprise you more often," he teases, leaning in closer.

Before you can catch your breath, his lips meet yours once more in another fervent kiss, igniting a fire that had only just begun to smolder.

It’s wild, untamed, whirlwind of a kiss, mirroring the characteristics that define the man before you.

Lost in the dizzying rush of sensation, you find yourself trembling on unsteady legs, clinging to Ace’s strong shoulders, marvelling at the raw, unbridled passion that courses between you.

And as the kiss deepens, drawing you further into the depths of desire, you can’t help but let out a weak moan into the mouth of the freckle-faced man before you.

The sound escapes your lips involuntarily, making a dark blush creep up into your cheeks.

Ace pulls back slightly, a teasing smirk playing on his lips as he meets your gaze. "Well, well, it seems I've managed to elicit quite the response," he says, his voice laced with playful amusement.

You can feel the heat rising to your face at his teasing remark, but you refuse to let him see how flustered you are. Instead, you shoot him a glare, your own smirk forming on your lips. "Don't get too cocky now," you retort, your tone filled with mock indignation.

Ace chuckles softly into your mouth, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Oh, I think a little cockiness is warranted in this situation.”

Your breath catches in your throat as Ace's lips find the sensitive skin of your neck, his kisses growing bolder, more insistent as he trails them down your flesh.

“Oh, Ace-” you whine, letting your head lull back to give him more access to your throat.

His powerful aura tickles your skin with a newfound passion; a foreign force that envelops you entirely and leaves you aching for more.

"Yeah?" Ace murmurs, his voice husky as he looks up at you, "You like that?"

Your breath hitches at the sound of his voice, sending a shiver down your spine as you meet his intense gaze.

With a nod, you bite your lip, unable to form words amidst the sensation of Ace’s hot lips on your skin.

Feeling your response, Ace's desire surges, his movements growing more urgent as he presses his body against yours, his hips grinding against you in a rhythm that sets your pulse racing.

You can feel his erect cock poking against you with each rock of his hips, making your face flush with heat.

"God, Ace," you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper, "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

Ace's breath hitches at your words. With a low, throaty growl, he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "More than you can imagine."

Ace's hands move with purpose, trailing up along your sides until they reach the hem of your shirt.

“May I?” the freckled-man questions.

You pause for a moment, the gravity of his request sinking in as you consider the implications of baring yourself in this public space. But as you lock eyes with the man before you, his confidence and determination to please you evident in every line of his features, you conclude that the prospect of pleasure far surpasses any concern of being caught.

With a subtle nod and a soft hum of permission, you give in to his request, allowing yourself to be swept away by the promise of pleasure.

With a swift, practiced motion, he lifts your blouse off over your head, leaving you bare before him.

You feel vulnerable yet empowered, your skin tingling with anticipation as you await his intoxicating touch.

Ace's gaze sweeps over you, drinking in every inch of your exposed skin with an awe that leaves you breathless. His eyes trace the curves of your body as if committing every detail to memory.

"Wow," he whispers, his voice raspy, "You're beautiful."

His words send a shiver down your spine, igniting a warmth in the pit of your stomach as you bask in the intensity of his gaze.

"Well, I do try to make an impression," you reply with a coy smile, pushing down the flattery that courses through you.

“You're definitely succeeding," Ace says, his voice low and husky as he moves forwards once more, placing a trail of hot kisses along your newly-exposed chest.

Your legs feel weak beneath you as his lips trace along the sensitive skin of your breasts, sending goosebumps erupting over your flesh.

His mouth trails to the fabric of your bra, teasingly tugging on the lace between his teeth.

As Ace's lips toy with the lace of your bra, a surge of longing courses through you, your breath hitching in your throat as you feel your dignity begin to seep from your skin.

“Ace,” you whine, letting your head fall back, “Please-”

With a knowing smirk, Ace obliges without a word, his fingers deftly undoing the clasp of your bra. The fabric falls away, leaving your nipples to harden as they’re exposed to the cool air and Ace’s hungry gaze.

To satiate both his and your arousal pangs, Ace instantly captures on of your nipples in his hot mouth, his tongue swirling around the needy bud with practiced expertise.

“Fuck,” you whine, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle your moans.

With each flick of his tongue, each gentle suckle, Ace sends you spiraling further into the abyss of ecstasy, your body trembling with need beneath his touch.

“Mmm,” he groans against your skin, playfully taking your nipple between his teeth and gently tugging on it.

It's as if every nerve ending in your body is on fire as Ace has his way with your breasts.

It’s more than pleasurable, but it’s simply not enough, each flick of his tongue leaving you aching for more, your body craving a deeper, more intense release.

The heat and wetness between your legs demand attention, overwhelming in their neediness. Unable to resist any longer, you find yourself unconsciously rubbing your thighs together in a desperate attempt to alleviate some of the tension.

Ace notices your movements, his lips curving into a teasing smile as he lifts his head to meet your gaze. "Feeling a little restless, are we?" he teases, his voice dripping with amusement and desire. "I can help with that, you know."

With a playful glint in his eyes, he leans in closer, his fingers trailing along your skin in a maddeningly slow caress. Your body responds eagerly to his touch, and you involuntarily spread your legs apart.

His hand moves down to the hem of your skirt, sending a rush of anticipation flooding through you. With a boldness born of desire, you tilt your hips towards him, silently inviting him to explore further.

“Mm, Ace,” you whimper, your voice thick with need as you eagerly rock your hips to earn more of his touch, “Please touch me.”

Ace leans in closer, his warm breath fanning across your skin as he murmurs, "Oh, I’m getting to that, pretty girl. But where's the fun in making it too easy?"

You can't help but let out a pathetic, frustrated groan at his teasing words, your body aflame with need as you squirm beneath his touch. “Ughh, I knowww-” you whine, impatiently biting at the tender flesh of your inner cheek.

Ace's lips curl into a smirk against your skin at your frustrated whine, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you. "Patience, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive, "Let me handle it. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

With a soft moan of acquiescence, you relinquish control to him completely, eager to discover the pleasures he has in store.

Ace's fingers slowly and carefully trail along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, drawing dangerously close to the heat between your legs.

He lets out a low groan of confidence before skillfully gliding two fingers along your slit beneath your soaked panties.

The long awaited sensation sends a shiver down your spine, making you let out an involuntary moan of pleasure.

“Oh,” he remarks smugly, “Someone’s needy.”

Even amidst the haze of pleasure that clouds your head, you can’t help but tease him back, reaching forwards to press a firm palm against the hard tent in his pants, playfully rubbing his erection, “And you’re no better, Fire Fist.”

Ace lets out a low chuckle at your bold move, his breath hitching slightly at the sensation of your touch against him. "Fair enough," he rasps.

As you continue to tease him, your hand exploring the contours of his arousal, you can feel the tension mounting between you.

Ace carefully slips his fingers beneath your panties, tugging the fabric aside to expose your weeping slit.

“Ah,” you breathe out, closing your eyes as you await the sensation of his skillful fingers on your exposed cunt.

With a gentle yet firm grasp, Ace pulls you closer, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss to muffle your moans as he begins to slip a finger inside you.

“Mm-!” you moan into his mouth, causing a grin to tug at his lips as they meld against yours.

As your tongues dance together, Ace drives his finger deeper, curling the digit to meet your g-spot with a skillful caress. The sensation causes the coil growing within your lower stomach to tighten, stars erupting beneath your eyelids as your legs grow numb.

“Fuck,” you curse, panting against his lips.

“Mm," he groans confidently, taking the opportunity to slip a second finger inside you, “What’d I tell ‘ya?” he clicks his tongue smugly, “I know what I’m doing.”

“Ah, Ace!” you whimper as the second digit makes its way inside you, making you arch your back against the wall.

Ace’s freehand instinctively finds its place on the small of your back, holding you tight as he fingers you.

You revel at the exquisite feeling of fullness, each movement of his fingers driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each flick of his wrist, each gentle caress to your sweet spot, you feel yourself coming undone by his efforts.

Determined to reciprocate the pleasure he's giving you, you allow your hands to wander, trailing down his chest until you reach the zipper of his pants. With practiced ease, you slide it down, your fingers brushing against his hardened length as you free him from the confines of his clothing.

“Fuck,” he rasps against your mouth, “You’re too good to me.”

As his fingers continue to work their magic inside you, you take him in your hand, relishing the weight and warmth of him in your palm. With a teasing smile, you begin to stroke him, matching the rhythm of his movements with your own, each touch sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through both of you.

You feel him growing harder and throbbing beneath your touch, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he loses himself in the pleasure you're giving him.

Sensing himself getting dangerously close to the edge of control, Ace's movements cease, his hand withdrawing from your core as he gently guides your hand away from his arousal.

With a sense of urgency and determination, he takes your hand firmly in his, his eyes locking with yours in silent communication, “I need more of you,” he rasps against your ear, “Follow me.”

You catch the fire in his gaze, understanding his unspoken plea. With a quick nod, you allow him to lead you through the throngs of partygoers, the anticipation building with each step as you both search for a more secluded spot.

“Lead the way, faithful rescuer,” you giggle, giving Ace’s hand a playful squeeze.

With a smirk, he casts a sideways glance at you, "Faithful rescuer, huh?" he chuckles, his voice filled with amusement, "Well, I do aim to please, you pretty thing."

----

Finally, Ace finds a secluded alcove tucked away from the main area of the party. With a silent nod, he ushers you inside the dimly lit space.

As you step inside secluded place, the ambient light casting a soft glow around you, Ace doesn't waste a moment, immediately capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

As your tongues intertwine in a passionate dance, Ace gently guides you towards the wall, his back pressing firmly against it as he pulls you closer. Your bodies mold together seamlessly, chests pressing against each other, as if merging into one.

Ace lowers himself to the floor to sit, leaning comfortably against the wall. With a playful glint in his eyes, he waits expectantly, gesturing for you to straddle him.

"Come here, beautiful.” he quips, “Let's get a little closer, shall we?" his voice carries a husky undertone, desperate for your body on his.

You catch the hunger in Ace's gaze, his desire evident in every line of his body as he waits for you to join him. Without hesitation, you heed his call, closing the distance between you with eager steps.

As you straddle him, settling into his lap, you feel a surge of electricity coursing through you at the contact of his erection on your aching cunt.

“Fuck Ace,” you whine.

His hands instinctively find their place on your hips, pulling you closer until there's no space left between you.

With a soft sigh, you nestle into his embrace, your fingers tangling in his hair as you meet his gaze.

Ace's grip tightens on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he sets a slow, rhythmic pace, rocking you against him. Each movement elicits low moans of pleasure from both of you at the friction between your parts rubbing together.

With a primal growl, Ace's voice fills the intimate space between you, his words heavy with longing. "God, I need you," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "I need you so badly.”

You continue to grind against his erection with fervent eagerness, placing your hands on his kneecaps as you lean back to gaze down at his heavenly, toned form.

"Well, lucky for you, I'm right here,” you whisper lustfully.

And with that, Ace frees his throbbing cock once more, grasping it in his hand to guide its tip to your entrance.

Ace's movements are deliberate and purposeful as he moves your panties aside again, nudging his cock against your opening, slick with need.

As he presses forward, the head of his cock teasingly grazing against your wetness, you can't help but let out a string of curses, your body quivering with anticipation.

“Sh-Shit,” you curse out at the sensation, letting your head fall back.

The sensation of him poised at your entrance sends waves of pleasure washing over you, igniting a fierce hunger that demands to be sated.

He grins up at you and groans, finally rewarding your pleading by slowly pushing himself inside you.

“Fuck, so tight,” he groans through gritted teeth.

With a gasp, you arch your back, offering yourself up to him completely, your heart pounding in your chest as you feel his thick cock inching its way inside you. The sensation of him filling you, stretching you to your limits, sends a shiver of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Ahh, d-damnit” you whimper, eyes screwing shut at the stretch.

In this moment, there's no room for hesitation or restraint, only the overwhelming desire to have Ace fill you to the brim, and so, you let your aching speak for you.

“Ace, fuck, please,” you whimper impatiently, your voice dripping with desire as you implore him to take you completely.

With a primal growl, he meets your plea, thrusting deep inside you with a force that leaves you gasping for breath.

Gasping for breath, you cling to the wall in front of you, surrendering yourself completely to the power of Ace’s strong hips.

“Ace, Ace, Ace-” you whine, the intensity of his thrusts sending you reeling, making your moan his name unapologetically, your senses overwhelmed by the sheer force of your shared pleasure.

Ace looks up at you with a fierce hunger in his eyes as he digs his heels into the floor to thrust harder up into you, "You feel so fucking good, sweetheart."

His praise fuels your confidence, igniting a newfound determination within you. With a breathless gasp, you lean down to meet his gaze, your own eyes alight with something new.

"I know I do, Ace," you whisper, your voice husky, "But I want to take control now."

With a mischievous smile, you urge him to stop thrusting, wanting to ride him on your own terms. Sensing your desire, Ace eagerly complies, allowing you to take the lead as you position yourself above him, ready to guide him to new heights of pleasure.

"I'm all yours, sweetheart," he murmurs, "Show me what you've got."

The power dynamic shifts, but the intensity of desire remains palpable between you as you begin to move your hips back and forth in a steady rhythm.

“Fuck,” the man below you moans, exposing his throat as his head falls back against the wall.

As you move, Ace's gaze roams over your flushed skin, his hands trailing up your body with a gentle touch that sends shivers down your spine.

Soon enough, you’re doubling your efforts, taking the reins as you begin to bounce up and down on Ace’s thick cock, coating him in your wetness.

“God, you ride me so well,” Ace praises through loud moans and ragged breaths.

With each bounce, you feel him deep inside you, his tip kissing your cervix as he fills you completely.

As you gaze down at him, you take in the sight below you: his tousled hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, the rosy flush of his freckled cheeks, and his mouth hanging slack with abandon. It's a sight that fills you with a heady mix of desire and adoration, knowing that you're the one responsible for bringing him to such a state of bliss.

With each movement, you can feel the heat radiating off his skin, filling your pulsating insides with warmth.

You lean down to capture his lips in a hungry kiss, your own heart racing in tandem with his as you continue to bounce and grind on his cock.

As your movements grow sloppy and unsynchronized in your fervent pursuit of climax, Ace senses your urgency and takes control. With a firm grip on your hips, he guides you, moving you up and down on his cock with a steady rhythm.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he groans breathlessly.

The change in pace ignites a renewed sense of pleasure within you, as his actions synchronize perfectly with your body's desires.

Your bodies move together in perfect harmony, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge. There's a raw intensity to his movements, a primal need that mirrors your own as you both lose yourselves in the heat of the moment.

You run your hands over his toned torso, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your touch. Your fingers trace the contours of his body, exploring every inch of his skin with a hunger born of desire.

His body responds to your touch, his movements becoming more urgent and intense as you caress him.

“Mm, Ace-!” you moan weakly.

With each powerful thrust, you feel yourself teetering on the brink of release, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. And as Ace's movements become more urgent, more desperate, you know that you're both hurtling towards the edge together.

“Fuck, I-I’m close,” Ace groans breathlessly beneath you.

As Ace takes the lead, you too feel your climax approaching rapidly, causing your mouth to fall open in a slack-jawed moan of abandon. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you try futilely to catch up with the racing pace of your heartbeat.

“M-Me, too, Ace,” you whimper, stumbling over your words, “Please don't stop-”

The tension between you reaches its breaking point, and with one final, intense thrust, you both topple over the edge, your bodies convulsing in the throes of climax.

Ace releases with a primal groan, filling you with his seed as you clench around him. In turn, your own release floods over him, coating his cock in your mixed essence.

As the waves of pleasure subside, Ace pulls you down to lay on his chest, your bodies still entwined in the aftermath of your passion.

You both attempt to catch your breaths, the sound of your racing hearts filling the air as you bask in the warmth of each other's embrace.

In the hushed aftermath of your shared intimacy, as you lay entwined in each other’s arms, Ace's voice breaks the comfortable silence with his familiar teasing tone.

"Well, that certainly livened up the party," he quips, a smirk playing on his lips as he gazes at you.

You chuckle softly, feeling a sense of lightness wash over you in his presence.

"I suppose we did add a bit of excitement," you reply, your own lips curving into a smile as you meet his gaze.

Ace nods, his expression softening with affection. "Just a bit," he agrees, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "Only the best for my damsel in distress."

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