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I can't help but love Christmas edits like this. It's so silly and reminds me that while its going down hill, at least I have my loving friends and family
content: G/N reader, smut, but not super explicit. It's very soft and romantic. Basically the title says it all, just random headcannons of how i imagine ace would be in bed. (Actually, i could have gone a bit more heavy on the smut and left some other stuff out, but what can i say. I'm a yapper. And i love him.) Mentions of aftercare. MDNI!!
warnings: NSFW, other than that, nothing.
a/n: i started writing the same thing for law, then got a bunch of good ideas for ace and ended up finishing that first, that's why law is mentioned a few times. Lmk if you would like a more specific scenario or one shot of this :) i would love to write that. Dividers made by me. As always, i hope you enjoy <3
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Ace is a total slut, but in a ālow sex driveā kind of way. I think heās quite flirty in a way that everyone just accepts as non-romantic, because it isnāt really. Heās generally a very chill guy, and although heās confident in his body and knows how to use it, he doesnāt feel the need to often.
His flirting comes across as light-hearted teasing more than anything else, since heās not the type to boldly pursue the people he flirts with. On the contrary, heās usually the one leaving others wanting more.
I think his abandonment issues have left him with a deep need for validation. He used to deny it and put up a tough exterior, pretending like nothing ever got to him, never asking for more from people. But that all changed when he joined the Whitebeard pirates.
It made him fully understand for the first time how good it feels to be loved unconditionally. Over time, he learned that asking people for love will get him more of it, not less. And something in him clicked.
After that, he completely changed his approach to relationships, whether they be platonic, romantic, sexual, or something else.
Instead of rationing out his affection and hoping it will keep him safe from hurt, he now gets his validation by proving to himself over and over again that people love him for who he is.
And he does that by displaying his emotions as openly and sincerely as he can. Opening himself up fully, delivering every part of himself on a silver platter for others to take, wearing his emotions on his (obviously proverbial) sleeves, and then watching all his love be not only accepted, but mirrored back at him tenfold. Thatās the greatest feeling for him.
Itās scary at first. Terrifying, even. But a weird part of him becomes addicted to it. Kind of like people do with gambling. Thereās a euphoria in daring to expose himself while knowing he wonāt be rejected. Like bungee jumping for the adrenaline kick. He finds an irresistible thrill in it.
Itās his playful way of asking people to love him back, and that also translates into your sex life, where those coping mechanisms come into full play.
Ace is the kind of guy to ask for your consent every time, even if youāve already been making out on his bed for an hour. He will flat out refuse to go any further unless you explicitly tell him that you want him to, almost having to beg from how aroused heād already made you. Other than obviously wanting you to feel comfortable, he loves it when you tell him how much you want him.
Therefore, he would absolutely relish in your pleasure, drinking in your moans, trying to see what new heights he can push you to. How you react to him, and only him. And if you're vocal and ask him to take care of you, to make you feel good, to fuck you? It makes him go insane with lust.
Ace is definitely the type to take his time. Like I said I think he would have a lower sex drive, and therefore not initiate super often. When you do sleep together, however, it takes at least 3-4 hours, usually longer.
He savours it, wanting to see you in pure ecstasy for as long as possible, knowing heās the one to make you feel this way. He relishes in every one of your moans, every twitch of your body. He doesnāt know what turns him on more: the fact that he alone gets to see you like this, or the fact that youāre like this because of him.
Ace would be very eager to take the lead during sex but isnāt the type to be rough. On the contrary. He would be very intense, but in an intimate, loving way. Ace somehow manages to treat you with extreme tenderness, while also making you fall apart over and over again from the intense pleasure heās giving you.
Thatās because he deals with his insecurities in a different way than Law. Ace doesnāt use sex as a way prove heās in control somehow. For him, itās not a way through which to display his confidence, but to gain it.
He also wonāt make you insecure if it takes you a bit longer than him to cum. He can do this forever, plus just seeing you in pleasure turns him on an insane amount. Youāll end up going multiple rounds anyway, so thereās no hurry.
It never feels that long, though. Something about being in bed with him makes you completely lose all sense of time. Maybe itās the way he seems to be putting all his other thoughts on hold when youāre intimate. Like youāre the most important thing in the world. Focusing solely on you in a way that makes it impossible to think of anything else.
Itās like youāre under a spell. Something in the way he holds back nothing, showing you every way he can how you make him feel, puts you in a trance.
Ace doesnāt subconsciously use sex as an excuse to let loose but actively seeks it out. I think heās less emotionally repressed than Law and would therefore be a lot more honest with himself about most of his feelings. Heās more than willing to allow himself to be genuine with his desires.
Thatās why during sex; thereās a lot of closeness. Itās like heās trying to touch all of you at once. His hands roaming your body, thumbs rubbing circles into your sides, his hips never leaving yours for too long. All the while, his mouth is busy kissing every part of your face, neck, and shoulders that he can reach, only stopping to mutter words of encouragement into your ear.
You two arenāt very loud, so people walking right outside the room while youāre going at it would be none the wiser. But thatās not to say youāre silent either.
The air inside the room is filled with soft panting. Ace whispering into your ear how much he loves you, how amazing you are, how beautiful you look. And you, moaning back as coherently as you can manage that you feel the same way, that he makes you feel so good, and that you need all of him.
And despite the absolutely filthy things heās doing to you, something about the way he treats you makes it feel as innocent as holding hands with your crush for the first time. The way heās always making sure youāre comfortable, the way he brushes his hand through your hair, the tender look in his eyes, and the softness in his voice when he asks you for the nth time that night if you think you can take another round, or if you prefer to stop.
It's utterly intoxicating. You had never been treated like this before meeting Ace, always thinking you preferred it a bit rougher since that was what you had grown accustomed to. But you can definitively say that your mind has been changed.
Even when youāre done, however long that may take, his loving demeanour doesnāt falter. No matter how spent he looks, he wonāt let himself rest longer than a moment before heās back on his feet, bending down to carefully pick up your exhausted form.
He places a quick peck to your forehead before carrying you to the bathroom, where he helps you get cleaned up. Sometimes you even shower together after. Heās always so sweet with you, helping you stand when your wobbly legs refuse to carry your full weight, and making you drink a glass of water, even if you insist that youāre not thirsty.
He helps you walk back to bed but might also just carry you if your legs arenāt fully back yet (donāt worry about him, he gets a huge boost out of it lol).
Same as before, he also checks in with you after sex to make sure you enjoyed it as much as he did. He knows you did, youāve been moaning it into his ear for hours, after all. He just wants to hear you say it one more time before he drifts off to sleep.
Hope you enjoyed it! feel free to send me requests, or write a comment, it would make my day <3. This is my fic, please don't repost :)
truly being absolutely wrecked by the image of law so full of guilt and shame at his feelings for you. locking himself in his cabin at night, knowing you're just down the hall, sleeping soundly in your bunk.
thinking of what you wear to bed, how the fabric must cling to your form. wondering if you ever quietly touch yourself at night and think of him (you must, the way you look at him sometimes, or at least he hopes and prays you do). picturing how you might tuck your pillow between your legs and grind against it, your hand over your mouth to muffle the huffs and moans. do you whisper his name when you finally reach that peak, when your legs tremble and your muscles tense, and it takes everything in you not to cry from sweet release?
and he twists and turns in sweat-dappled linens, throwing his blanket over himself as if to hide his lustful thoughts from whatever god will judge him. he lays there, pulse racing, cock leaking sticky strands onto his sheets, throbbing painfully at the thought of you, lying there in your bed, wanting him as much he wants--no, needs--you.
he knows it must be wrong how his hand drifts down and wraps around his aching shaft, how he strokes himself feverishly and wishes you were beneath him, wishes he were buried inside you to the hilt instead of fucking his palm and shoving his face in his pillow to quiet his groans. it's not long before he spills himself onto the bed and shame floods his veins like icewater, suddenly regretting every stroke, every thrust, every utterance of your name from his sinful lips.
law falls into fitful sleep, shame enveloping him like a too-big cloak.
in the morning he'll wake, and he'll avoid your gaze as he does every day, and he'll let the guilt consume him until it hurts, until it overflows, until he hates himself for every unholy image he conjures of you.
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