[princessoshi]

𑣲 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 (and a bonus)..

now with you and 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘, sharing little kisses would be normal between the two of you. platonic, romantic, however you wanted to see it.

you two were at the table, glued to each others sides as luffy practically inhaled his lunch.

"[❦] you’re not gonna eat all of that anyway just share!" he exclaimed, already poking at your spaghetti with his fork.

you were slurping the delicious noodles, savoring it right in front of his face. "mm. dunno, lu’! sanji really did his thing with lunch today tonight."

luffy visibly frowned, eyes batting at you. your tomato-sauce covered lips mirrored his frown, already giving in. you didn’t even have to say it, his fork was already twisted into the noodles, slurping the spaghetti right with you.

it didn’t take long before it turned into some kind of competition on who could eat the most of it, the most off of YOUR plate.

you two were both on the last remnants of the spaghetti, slurping up the same noodle and ended up lips to lips.

"luffy!"

"[❦]!"

"luffy!"

"[❦]!"

the both of you turned to sanji, instantly arguing to him over who ate more of the spaghetti, asking for more. the look on the blonds face showed how irritated he was at the fact that luffy got an easy kiss from you without even trying.

sneaking a kiss onto 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 would be relatively simple. plan it for the middle of the day and find him in his usual napping spot, easy!

your feet padded against the wood of the sunny, eyes scanning for the mossheaded man. you were shocked you didn’t spot him instantly with those loud ass snores that could be heard across the ocean.

you slid onto the floor in the quietest manner, moving in to kiss his cheek before you felt his warm palm against your forehead- stopping you.

"you’re supposed to be asleep, zo’."

"you can’t tip toe for shit."

you rolled your eyes, moving his hand and kissed his cheek. you gave him a cheeky smile and sped off of the deck to go find your next victim, leaving him with a warm face as he sunk back against the wall.

to sneak a kiss on 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈, just ask her if you can test some lipglosses on her. she’d be skeptical at first, but would eventually say yes if you bribe her!

"nami quit movin’!"

you put on yet another gloss, another glossy kiss to her cheek.

"literally what is the point in this and why didn’t you just ask sanji!"

"because he’d pass out and you’re right here!" another kiss to her upper cheek, now you were starting to run out of space.

"what about usopp? or luffy, or hell even zo-" you cut her off, pressing a glittery pink kiss to her lips.

"that one! this color i like this one! thanks nami!" you got up, picking up all your glosses and skipped right out of the girls cabin.

she unfroze, getting right up behind you. "hey, hey what about my berries? come back!"

𝐔𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐏 was right in his workshop, jumping back with a squeal when you whispered “boo” in his ear from behind.

"usopp it’s just me!" you giggled, looking at whatever contraption he had on his work desk. "you can’t just do that while im working, [❦]! but i wasn’t actually scared or anything i was exercising my throat."

"okay okay sorry. what’re we working on today?"

"we are not working on anything. the last time you helped me it ended up with a shining star glitter bomb. i swear i still have it in my hair." usopp muttered, putting some plant into a ball for his slingshot.

"that was totally an accident." you walked around the room, poking whatever you thought was interesting. "stop touchin’ stuff while im not looking."

you didn’t reply, searching through one of his drawers before you found a box that read in bold, "LUFFY AND [❦] DO NOT TOUCH." on it. of course you opened it. a box full of glitter bombs and makeshift slingshots filled the box up to the rim.

a smirk stretched both ends of your lips, picking up a few of the little bombs and putting them away in your pocket. you grabbed a slingshot and another bomb, shooting it right into usopps temple, covering his face and hair in the sparkly substance. "[❦]!!"

before he could get the chance to complain more, you took your thumb and wiped off the glitter on his lips, cupping his face and placed a kiss on them as an apology.

"sorry usopp! gotta go find sanji!"

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 would be in the kitchen, per usual, flipping through his cook book to find a recipe for the crews dinner tonight. that’s when you slip inside unnoticed and hug him from behind.

“sanji!” he jolted at the feeling of your arms around his waist and the sudden warmth of your voice on his ear.

“[❦]! what’re you doing here, it’s not time for dinner yet, mon coeur.”

you hummed, moving to sit on the counter as he looked up at you. “can’t i visit my favorite cook? but if you truly want to know i wanted to ask for a milkshake.”

before you could even blink, sanji had all the ingredients for your favorite flavored shake in the blender and into your hands. you brought the straw up to your mouth while his patient eyes waited for a response.

after a few sips, you wiped your mouth with a smile. your feet hit the ground you took one more sip. “ten out of ten, sanji. not that i expected anything less.” you could practically see his eyes turn into hearts before you pecked his cheek, swiftly leaving with your drink- (also swiping an extra straw). sanji was love struck and slouched against the kitchen island.

getting to 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 is probably the easiest to get a kiss on out of the crew, probably easier than zoro!

the tiny reindeer was cleaning up the med bay, his face beaming when he saw you walk in. “hi [❦]! can i help you?” you almost melted at the smile on his face, holding up your milk shake.

“yes actually. sanji made me this milkshake and there’s a flavor in it that I can’t put my finger on. wanna try it?” if his face wasn’t beaming before, it was now. chopper nodded his head almost aggressively when you put in that second straw and handed him the milkshake.

“s’good! it taste like he put banana in it!”

“really? i guess I taste it now that you say that.”

while chopper took another sip, you pressed a quick kiss to his forehead, leaving chopper confused but with a free milkshake in his hand so he didn’t question it.

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 was right where you knew she’d be! right in her library as you carefully tiptoed inside, tips from zoro. she was facing one of the numerous shelves, a book in hand as one of her devil fruit ones grazed the books at the top.

"[❦]?”

you froze in your steps, a frown stretching upon your lips. she hadn’t even turned around and knew you were there! time for plan b.

"m’not [❦]!" you exclaimed confidently in a mock attempt to sound like chopper.

without turning, she chuckled and shut her book. "chopper? my mistake, i wasn’t aware your feet got bigger overnight."

"my feet didn’t get bigger i was just stomping..?" robin turned around finally, striding over to wear you were standing. you rocked back and forth from the tips of your toes to your heels, looking at the floor. "my feet aren’t big."

"no, but you have a very peculiar pattern in the way you walk and it stands out." she poked your nose, making you tilt your head up. "what did you need, [❦]?"

your cheeky smile returned, your hands cupping her face and standing on your tippy toes to give her a kiss right on her cheek. "nothing! that’s it!" and you walked right out.

robin lifted her hand to her cheek, a smile tugging at her lips.

BONUS: 𝐀𝐂𝐄 was sitting right next to you at the dinner table with the rest of the whitebeard pirates, drunkenly holding your hand as he sang along to whatever drinking song the crew was singing.

"[❦]?" he turned to you, cheek slumping into your shoulder. "you’re the coolest girl in all of the seas. dunno how i landed you. so so cool."

"you’re drunk, ace."

"doesn’t mean im not telling the truth." he mumbled, squeezing your hand again, lifting his head. he tapped his cheek with his finger, signaling you. "kiss?"

you rolled your eyes, about to protest but just ended up leaning in to kiss his flushed cheek until he grabbed your face and kissed you right on the lips.

you didn’t get to react before his head fell right into your lap, the same way it did in the middle of eating a good meal. "stupid firefist can’t even keep his ass awake.." you said under your breath, thumb stroking his jaw.

a/n from princess awesomeness: almost forgot i don’t only have to write for one show ☺️☺️ anyway i had no fucking idea what to do for brook and franky so i hope ace suffices. no proofread, DEEP SIGH.

[ohmylaw]

𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒎 .ᐟ 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒈𝒂𝒔 𝒅. 𝒂𝒄𝒆 ◞◟based on an anon request

𝒂𝒄𝒆 couldn't take it anymore. she couldn't stand watching that idiot try to flirt with you in front of her—your fucking girlfriend!

the crew stopped by a bar that night, a few drinks and a good night was the original plan, and ace looked after that with enthusiasm. a warm summer night, drinking and dancing with her pretty girl, a nice cut of meat and maybe a game of darts. everything gone down the drain the moment some townie approached you two by the bar and began talking to you, doing the best he could to ignore her presence and the daggers she was throwing with her eyes.

it's not that he didn't know. she was obviously clinging onto you the whole night, never shying down with the PDA. he just didn't care, probably thought he was hot shit and could swipe you away. pff, as if.

ace's toned arm slithered around your waist and pushed your chest flush to her side. you made a cute little whimper from the sudden movement, your arms wrapped around her bare shoulders.

"get lost, dude. she's obviously taken," ace gave him her best shit-eating grin as her hand went down towards your hip, but she didn't stop there, she lowered it more so she could grab and your ass through your low rise jeans.

the man looked down at her hand squeezing you, then up to her practically biting at your neck to mark you up in front of everybody. that's when he got the message and left, with ace giving him the finger while he walked towards his table in defeat.

ace was so focused on trying to blow up that dude's head with her mind that she got caught by surprise when your lips left a sweet and gloss-sticky kiss on her jaw. she looked at you and every nerve on her body relaxed when her eyes met yours and that pretty face. ace sighed and leaned her head on your shoulder, comically sticking out her lips.

you giggled and gave her a peck. then, a soft kiss. then, her tongue traced your bottom lip, tasting the strawberry lip gloss, drawing out a tiny moan from your throat.

ace's hand—thin, soft-looking yet rough with callouses—caught you by the jaw before you could deepen the kiss. she forced you to meet her eyes, before murmuring.

"this is not over, princesa. gotta make sure everybody knows you're mine."

a/n: to be continued with a smutty 2nd part (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

[savvypirate]

A/N: Portgas D. Ace and his hat, contains N.s.fw. MDNI

Portgas D. Ace who secretly loves it when you steal his hat and taunt him with that sly smirk of yours.

Portgas D. Ace who blushes when the other commander tease him about you having his hat but he’s proud because you’re the one who’s wearing it.

Portgas D. Ace who steals you away from the celebration and back to his cabin.

Portgas D. Ace who loves to see you in his hat when you’re in his lap and you’ve got your knees on either side of his strong thighs.

Portgas D. Ace whose hands are strong and calloused but they’re gentle and warm when he holds your hips and guides you down onto his cock.

Portgas D. Ace who praises you as you ride his cock in his orange cowboy hat and who can’t take his eyes off of you.

Portgas D. Ace who kisses you as he takes over, strong arm wrapping around you as he pulls you closer, your breasts against his chest as he thrusts up into you harder and faster because you’re both so close and he can feel your walls clenching around his cock.

Portgas D. Ace whose breath is sending shivers down your spine as he whispers ‘come on, baby. Let go for me.’

Portgas D. Ace who moans so prettily as you cum on his cock and who smiles against your lips as he releases himself into you.

Portgas D. Ace who holds you close and kisses every inch of skin he can and smiles against your shoulder.

Portgas D. Ace who falls asleep against your shoulder while still inside of you before you can even say anything about how great it was.

Portgas D. Ace who loves it when you wear his hat.

[savvypirate]

Portgas D. Ace x Reader- Freckles

Portgas D. Ace who loves it when you trace his freckles on his skin whether its his face, shoulders, chest, or back.

Portgas D. Ace who is comforted by your touch because it reminds him of the sweeter moments of his childhood with Luffy and Sabo.

Portgas D. Ace who falls asleep when you trace constellations onto his skin by connecting the freckles on his back.

Portgas D. Ace who isn't subconscious of them with you around because you make him feel loved and worth it.

Portgas D. Ace who smiles when he feels your lips press against his skin as you whisper sweet nothings against his shoulders.

Portgas D. Ace who feels so safe and loved with you that he falls asleep smiling because he's with you and there's no place else he'd rather be.

[xthemandalorianx]

Blazed (Part 1 of The Plug Series)

Portgas D Ace x Fem Reader

AN: You guys voted and Ace won. I love Ace. I have wanted to write for this trope for a while and I am so glad everyone wanted him first, I already had this one half done sitting in my drafts so I am glad I can finally post it. This series will be modern au, Choso will probably be next. I am still a bit uncomfortable with writing smut but I am trying to ease out of my comfort zone. This series is my way of getting use to it. 😆 As always thank you for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters

Summary: After a bad date that leaves you angry and unsatisfied you go to Ace for a joint and comfort, what you find is so much more then that.

Warnings/rating: drug use, (Marijuana), dirty talk, fingering, squirting, p in v sex, if I forgot something I'm sorry

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You scowled to yourself as you hit the block button on your dates’ contact. You don't know why you even bother trying anymore.

You had gone on a date with the hot guy that you met at the gym. He was sweet, and you had been on a hiking date with him, as well as a couple other random dates and tonight you were supposed to go out to dinner then back to his place to hangout, only when you got to his place he proceeded to moan another girl's name while you were straddling him on the couch. Not really what you want to hear.

You should've known it was too good to be true.

You were now incredibly turned on and incredibly mad. Why was it so hard to find a decent guy nowadays? You groaned, all you wanted to do was go home and smoke but then you remembered you had smoked the last of what you had before your date- fuck. You quickly whipped your phone out and scrolled to your chat with Ace.

You: Hey, I had a shitty night and I'm out, any chance you're up? I know it's late.

You knew it was the weekend and it was past midnight but surely he would be up. Two minutes later your phone dinged, signaling his response.

Ace: Yeah I'm up, you're good to drop by. I'll have one ready for you and you can tell me all about it.

You smiled to yourself, you had known Ace since college. You met him through his brother Luffy who you had a class with in your freshman year. He was always so sweet and respectful, unlike Luffy he was more calm especially when he smoked. You had always thought he was cute but never had the guts to say anything.

You: Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother

Ace: You are never a bother sweetheart

You felt a blush rise to your face at his message, you quickly got an Uber from your failed date's house to Ace's apartment which wasn't far away but you did not feel like walking through the city at one am.

Twenty minutes later you're knocking on his door, you tug the hem of your dress down to try and spare your legs the chill of the crisp fall air. After a moment the door swings open, Ace is standing at the threshold, wearing sweatpants and black tank top that left his shoulders and arms exposed for your hungry eyes to roam over. His soft, black hair was slightly messy- he must've just ran his fingers through it. A habit of his.

You felt your mouth go dry- fuck. Get ahold of yourself. You thought to yourself. The throbbing between your legs, a constant reminder of how your date did you dirty.

It wasn't hard to see that Ace was attractive. Everytime you would go out with your friends, girls would always hit on him, and you did not blame them- but you had never acted on it because you hang out with the same people. Not that it was a problem, you just didn't want to ruin what you had. He was your dealer too afterall.

Aces’ eyes widened a bit at your appearance, the short red dress came to your mid thigh, you had on light makeup that enhanced your features and the heels you were wearing made your legs seem to go on for miles.

He felt his dick twitch- fuck. He thought. Get it together.

He had always thought you were cute, ever since the first time Luffy introduced you- but seeing you like this? Well, he was a bit shocked to say the least. He usually saw you in oversized shirts and sweaters.

This was new.

He smiled a bit, noticing the defeated expression on your face which made his eyes soften a bit more. “That bad, huh?” he said with a small smile, moving to the side to let you in. You let out a small sigh at the familiarity of his space, having been to his place many times before. It smells like weed, sandalwood and burnt ash. It smelled like Ace. You smile slightly, taking a seat on the couch.

“Is it that obvious?” You said with a laugh as Ace took a seat beside you.He lit the joint he had rolled on the table, taking a long drag before holding it out to you. “Yeah, you look wounded right now.” He said with a teasing smile.

You sighed again as you exhaled, handing the joint back to him before reaching up to take your hair out of the fancy bun you had done for your date that was now falling out. You noticed Aces’ eyes flickering to your chest, the angle your arms were at pushed your breasts together slightly, before quickly looking at the joint between his fingers. You smiled to yourself slightly before speaking.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, flicking the ash into the ashtray in front of him. You sighed, leaning back further into the couch, your fingers played with the one of the bobby pins you took out of your hair. You looked at him for a moment before speaking.

“He was so sweet- we had been on a couple other dates before but not dinner, we had only kissed a couple times and I was ready to go further tonight.” You said frustratedly, “Can you believe he talked all this big game the whole night and then when we finally got to his house and started making out he moaned another girl's name while I was on top of him-”

Ace looked at you with sympathy and a little anger. Not at you- at how your date treated you. He always caught himself looking at you, how could he not? He sat up from where he was laying back on the couch to ash the joint again, holding it out to you in a silent offer, to which you held your hand up in a silent no.

“He is a dumbass- if I had you on top of me all I would be thinking of is you.” He said matter of factly. Your face heated up at his statement. Suddenly feeling bold, added to the fact that you still had an itch you needed to scratch. You decided to pry further into what he would do.

“Oh yeah? What else would you do?” You said with a sly smile, you swore you saw his eyes darken slightly at your question. He took one last long drag from the joint before leaning forward to put it out. His eyes flicked to you for a moment before he leaned back, letting his arms rest on the back of the couch.

“Why tell you when I could show you?”

The room suddenly got ten degrees warmer, a beat of silence passed between you. Before you could over think it you reached forward grabbing the front of Aces’ shirt to pull him to you. Ace must've had the same thought you did because he reached for you at the same time. His fingers digging into your hips to pull you onto his lap. You let your hands wander over his shoulders and up to his head to tangle your fingers in his hair. To your delight it was soft. Just like you knew it would be.

Ace groaned at the feeling of your fingers in his hair, wrapping one of his arms around your waist to pull you down onto him more, grinding his hips up to meet yours. You moan at the feeling of his hard length pressed against your core.

You made a move to shed your jacket, his finger hooked into the neckline of your dress to pull it down, your breasts falling free. He smirked when he realized you were not wearing a bra. His hands move to grab one in each hand, his fingers pinch your nipples, rolling them between his fingers before giving them a slight tug, earning a moan from you. He smirks again, leaning forward to latch his lips onto your neck as his fingers continue to assault your nipples. He pulled back after a moment, you whined at the loss of contact of his lips on your neck. He smiles at you, grabbing a handful of your ass.

“Take your dress off before I rip it off.”

His tone left no room for argument. You felt a rush of liquid heat go straight to your core as you quickly got up and took off your shoes and quickly shed your dress. Ace also quickly shed his own clothes, sitting back on the couch, he grabbed his dick and started stroking it as his eyes raked over your naked form. You suddenly felt very nervous.

Ace took notice immediately, grabbing your hand to tug you back onto his lap. His lips met yours and you swore you could feel yourself melt into it. He tasted like weed and the beer he had been drinking. You smiled into the kiss, pressing your body into his more as his hands mapped out your naked body. Suddenly you felt yourself being lifted and turned, yelping slightly.

“It's okay baby, I got you,” he said in your ear, his big hands grabbing the underside of your thighs to spread you open, your back pressed to his chest. He let go of one of your thighs to move his hand to your core, as soon as his fingers touched the throbbing bundle of nerves that was aching to be touched you swore you saw stars. A loud moan left your body and you could hear Ace hiss behind you as he felt your slick cover his fingers.

“You're so wet sweetheart, did that prick get you all hot and bothered and leave you hanging?” He said teasingly, all you could do was nod. He chuckled, continuing to play with your clit before finally pushing his long fingers in you. Your back arched a bit at the feeling and Ace wrapped his free arm around your waist like a vice grip to hold you still.

“Stop squirming baby- I am going to make you feel amazing.” He said as he slowly started to thrust his fingers in and out of your core- sloppy, wet noises and your heavy breathing were the only sounds in the room as Ace continued to finger you. You could feel the pressure building up in your lower abdomen, you shift slightly only to be held back by a strong arm. Ace could feel you gripping his fingers and he knew you were close.

“Are you going to cum for me baby?” He said low in your ear, making your body shiver at the feeling of his breath in your ear. “Yes- please make me cum Ace, please!” You cried as you felt yourself getting closer. The hand that had been holding you still came down to your clit and began rubbing it slowly, making your vision go black as you felt yourself being thrown off the edge.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned loudly, suddenly feeling warmth and incredibly wet. Ace chuckled darkly, feeling you clench around his fingers. He worked you through your high, your soft whimpers and moans like music to his ears.

“Good girl.” He said, he left a trail of soft kisses on the side of your face and your neck. Your whole body felt like it was on fire with every touch, every kiss, every look he gave you.

He slowly lifted you off him with little effort to lay you down on the couch. His large frame hovered over you. “Are you okay sweetheart?” He asked softly, moving the hair that had fallen in front of your eyes behind your ear. You felt your face get hot- you stared up at him for a moment. His cheeks were slightly red from the warmth of the room- it also did not help that the man was practically a space heater.

Your mind briefly recalled the time Nami had dragged everyone out to the beach for a bonfire in January. A terrible idea really. You remembered how you were sitting as close to the fire as you possibly could without setting yourself ablaze, but it was not enough to stop the shivers from raking your body. Ace had noticed this- unbeknownst to you. He had walked over and pulled you into his side like he did it everyday. When you asked him why he did it, he just shrugged and said you looked like you needed warming up. You had blushed and swatted at him- he laughed and called you cute.

Maybe there had been something there all along.

“Yeah- I'm okay,” you said softly, snapping back to the present moment at the feeling of his hand on your cheek. He smiled, closing the gap between you to capture your lips with his. You melted into the kiss, pulling him closer to you. He smiled into the kiss, reaching down to line his tip with your entrance. He rubbed it against your clit slowly, mumbling under his breath about how good you felt while slowly sinking into you.

You both moaned simultaneously, your hands flew to his shoulder to ground yourself. His head dropped into your shoulder, one hand came up to cradle your head, slowly thrusting in and out of you, fuck he felt so good. He was bigger than you expected, but Ace was considerate and went slow at first. After a few minutes of the slow, sweet torture you needed more.

Looking up at Ace who was staring at you sweetly- a blush rose to your face, Ace chuckled softly, leaving forward to kiss you, never losing his slow, steady pace.

“Ace please- I need more, fuck me harder. Please-” you said breathlessly in between kisses. Ace smiled into the kiss, holding onto your hip to keep you from sliding, he sped up his thrust, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. The only sounds now were your shared heavy breathing and the sound of skin on skin.

You could feel yourself getting closer with every thrust, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix with each thrust, Ace gripped your hips tighter, you could feel his dick twitch inside you. “Are you going to cum with me, beautiful?” He asked, you nodded your head frantically, pulling him to you so you could kiss him again. Addicted to the feeling of his lips on yours already.

Then you felt it. Every nerve felt like it was lit on fire as liquid heat ran through your veins. Your whole body shook with the weight of your orgasm, you couldn't recall ever having one so intense before. It was euphoric. Ace trusted a few more times before quickly pulling out, coating your thighs and stomach. His head dropped to your shoulder, you laid there for a moment before he pulled out slowly. Pressing a kiss to your forehead before getting up and going to the kitchen to get a rag.

You watched him wipe away his mess, tossing you a shirt he had on the back of the chair before slipping his sweatpants back on and taking a seat beside you. His long arm reaches across the empty space between you to pull you to lay on top of him. You let yourself relax into his arms, your head laying on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. His fingers running up and down your back softly, he cleared his throat a bit before speaking.

“I'd like to take you out sometime- to, you know, do this the right way. This was not how I pictured our first time, but I'm glad it happened anyway.” He said softly, you felt your heart skip a beat. He had tight of this before? You lifted your head to look up at him, he had a slight blush on his face, this man was trying to kill you.

“I'd love to- and have you really thought of this before?” You said teasingly- his blush only increased at your teasing. “I mean- can you blame me? Have you seen yourself in a bikini?” You giggle, sitting up so you could press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Well, I'm glad you think so. I had honestly thought about this too, but I didn't want it to be weird.” He smiled, “I just want you to know that this,” he says as he pointed between you and him, “could've not happened and I still would have asked you out.” You studied with him for a moment, had you really been that blind the whole time? Has he really liked you this whole time? You didn't know how to answer, opting to grab his face and kiss him-

“As long as we can get blazed,” you said with a smile. He smirked at you, moving to kiss you again-

“Deal.”

AN: Part One! I'm pleased with how this came out, I'm still trying to get comfortable writing smut so please bare with me. As anyways thanks for reading!

[yamatochii]

ROCK YOUR BODY

Their reaction to you tugging/pulling them by the belt.

𝓬haracters : Ace, Sabo, Shanks, Marco.

༯ gn reader / fluff / suggestive / drabble / unestablished relationship

AN : woah nala posted again in the same week.. i hope u enjoyy

ACE was being stubborn, ridiculously stubborn. No matter what you said, it rolled right off him as his boots kept carrying him toward the dock, every step sounding more certain than the last.

“Ace.” You snapped.

He finally looked over his shoulder, just enough for that familiar, lopsided grin to flash your way. “What?” he laughed. “I’ll be quick.”

You stepped in front of him before he could take another stride, he couldn’t be trusted. “What are you gonna do?” You murmured, slightly tilting your head back to catch his eyes.

He shrugged, trying to sidestep you. “C’mon, don’t worry so—“

Your finger hooked through the front of his belt. The leather caught against your knuckle as you gave one sharp tug.

He stumbled a half step forward before stopping short, barely a breath away from you. Your hand stayed hooked there, keeping him exactly where he was.

His grin vanished, his lips slightly parted as he let out a soundless gasp.

“Answer me.” you asked again, your eyes locking onto his, “What are you gonna do?”

..Oh.

Oh shit.

Ace’s brain, usually so quick with some sort of comeback lost every bit of tease he had left. He could feel your hand curled around his belt dangerously close. Could feel the slight tension every time either of you breathed.

Close enough that if either of you leaned even the slightest bit farther.. His heart kicked hard against his ribs. Ace’s eyes dropped for the briefest second to your hand, then to your face.

He swallowed, hard. “I.. I uh..” It was a lost cause, he could barely manage low breaths trying to think.

One of your eyebrows lifted, genuinely confused by his expression.

Finally, he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, suddenly finding the dock incredibly interesting. “I’m..” He cleared his throat. “I’m gonna grab something to eat.”

...

You searched his face another moment before finally giving a slow nod, satisfied. “Okay.” Your finger slipped free from his belt, the pressure slowly easing.

It should’ve been a relief.

“Be safe,” you said, the irritation in your voice softening just enough to sound like concern.

“Yeah.”

Ace realized you were still standing close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from you. Neither of you moved a single inch.

He knew he should say something clever. Instead, all he managed was another awkward nod before scratching the back of his head with a sheepish laugh.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” He turned to leave, thankful you couldn’t see the grin threatening to spread across his face.

…He really, really liked that.

__

SABO stood beside you in the middle of the hall, but his mind had drifted far away.

His gaze remained fixed somewhere beyond the carpet floor, unfocused despite being open. Every few seconds his brow would knit, only to smooth again as another possibility crossed his mind. One hand rested thoughtfully against his chin, his thumb absently brushing over the corner of his mouth.

“Sabo.” You murmured, wondering if your words were hitting deaf ears.

No response.

“Sabo.”

His eyes shifted slightly, though not toward you. They remained distant, quietly tracing an invisible thing only he could see.

A quiet sigh escaped you. You reached forward without another word, hooking a finger through the front of his belt before giving a firm tug.

Sabo’s body obeyed before his thoughts did.

His next step caught awkwardly, momentum carrying him back just enough to stop him short. Instinct steadied his footing almost immediately, but the sudden pull shattered the careful thread he’d been following.

“Hm?” His attention caught all at once, the careful thread of thought he’d been following unraveled the instant the tug interrupted his stride.

You let out a baffled huff. “Are you listening now?”

He blinked, eyes finally dropping to the hand that had pulled him. Then slowly lifted to meet yours. The corner of his mouth twitched into the smallest smile— this was a first.

“Well,” he murmured, a quiet chuckle escaping him, “it certainly worked.”

A faint flush of embarrassment crossed his face as the realization settled in. “I wasn’t ignoring you.” He exhaled through his nose, giving an apologetic shake of his head. “I just got too focused again.”

You took the answer with a silent nod and pulled your hand back from his belt.

But, two can play at that game.

Suddenly, you felt a tug at your waistband bring you in— it was Sabo. You did not share the same experience as him to keep a balanced step. You ended up chest to chest, forced to look up with the proximity.

He was smiling, every part of himself now focusing on only you. “I’m listening."

__

SHANKS

“Excuse me?” You drawled out, matching his pace. For some odd reason this morning, he just kept on pushing your buttons. Your own crewmates didn’t give much support, staying on the sideline.

He kept walking despite it. “You heard me.”

That stupid laugh.

That stupid relaxed stroll.

That stupid confidence that he could say whatever he wanted and charm his way out of it just as easily.

“Oh, really?”

The grin on Shanks’ face lingered as he turned away, already waving a lazy hand over his shoulder. “Mhm, you’ll get over it.”

Big mistake.

The words had barely left his mouth— a firm tug stopped him.

The leather at the front of his belt pulled taut, redirecting his balance just enough that his weight shifted backward instead of forward. Years on boat made the adjustment instinctive— one foot planted, his shoulders settled, and before he could fully process what had happened he’d already turned.

His gaze dropped to a hand, just one finger hooked confidently beneath his belt. Slowly, his eyes lifted to you.

The boat felt strangely quiet, he got heated from his ears to neck. You are cheeky.

“Say that to my face.” You hissed.

For the first time in several minutes, the easy grin he’d been wearing slightly faded from surprise. Shanks felt the smallest flicker of admiration settle in his chest.

Well, that was unexpected. He’d underestimated just how far the frustration had built.

His posture relaxed, the grin returned, but it wasn’t the same carefree one from moments earlier.

“..You really didn’t like that one, huh?” he said, his voice noticeably quieter. A slow chuckle escaped him as he shook his head, his tone was genuinely apologetic. “I deserved that.”

The pull, he meant.

You nodded your head, he was being suspiciously easy. “You did.”

Suddenly, his hand dropped down to your hand hooked on his belt. Your hand slowly loosened in his grip, watching as he brought it to his face with a sly smirk.

“I like it when you do things like that.” He whispered into your hand, that gap you closed starting to become evident. You struggled to his eye contact as he leaned ever so slightly closer.

Well, that backfired on you.

—

MARCO had been standing over the examination table for what felt like hours, sleeves rolled to his elbows, clipboard tucked beneath one arm as he checked over yet another crewmates file.

It was well past the crew’s usual bedtime, not that Marco was ever consistent with sleeping. He had a bad habit.

Still..

“It should be fine, Marco.” You sighed, setting the medicine ledger onto the wooden counter with a dull thud. “You’ve done everything for the day.”

Without looking away from the paper, he waved a dismissive hand. “You can head to bed if you’re tired, yoi. Just let me finish up.”

The answer was soft, but not enough to convince this night.

You frowned.

No. He’d keep saying “just one more” until sunrise if nobody stopped him.

Quietly, you stepped behind him, your fingers caught the leather of his belt at the waist. Then you gave it a firm tug. It wasn’t enough to throw him off balance, but it was enough to halt him mid step.

Marco blinked at the tug. He turned, the clipboard lowering in his hand as his eyes flickered from your face.. to your hand still hooked around his belt.

A slow grin spread across his face. “Now that’s a pretty bold way of getting my attention, yoi.” His eyebrow lifted, amusement dancing across his features. “You sure this is the right place for that?”

Heat rushed straight to your face, faltering ever so slightly. “That is not what I meant.”

“No?” he asked, clearly entertained.

You tugged the belt again, short, insistent this time— pulling him a half step away from the examination table.

“I’m tired,” you said flatly, empathizing with a fake yawn. “Which means we’re tired.”

Marco looked down at the hand refusing to let go. For just a second, his teasing expression softened.

“You’ve been standing in here for hours.”

…

He let out a quiet laugh through his nose, finally setting the clipboard down on the nearby counter with a resigned sigh. “You really weren’t giving me a choice.”

He glanced back toward the paper filled with information, satisfied everything was stable before turning his full attention back to you. “Alright, you win.”

“You say that like it was that hard.”

“It stopped being hard the second you grabbed my belt.” He laughed. “Caught me completely off guard.”

You tilted your head, trying— and failing to not to smile. “So you’ll actually come to bed?”

Marco slipped his hands into his pockets, shaking his head with another amused huff. “Yeah, yeah.”

He gave the abandoned clipboard one last glance before walking toward the door beside you.

“But next time, yoi..” His grin returned in full, his hands finding its way to your lower back, making you shiver. “A tap on the shoulder would’ve been a lot less embarrassing.”

[tamsywindsup]

Fun fact! According to Kei Urana-sensei, the Apostles logos for Macaca Icol, Ophelia Amne and the "Nameless Recorder" were designed by Hideyoshi Andou-sensei 🙏🏻

[savvypirate]

A/N: Portgas D. Ace and his hat, contains N.s.fw. MDNI

Portgas D. Ace who secretly loves it when you steal his hat and taunt him with that sly smirk of yours.

Portgas D. Ace who blushes when the other commander tease him about you having his hat but he’s proud because you’re the one who’s wearing it.

Portgas D. Ace who steals you away from the celebration and back to his cabin.

Portgas D. Ace who loves to see you in his hat when you’re in his lap and you’ve got your knees on either side of his strong thighs.

Portgas D. Ace whose hands are strong and calloused but they’re gentle and warm when he holds your hips and guides you down onto his cock.

Portgas D. Ace who praises you as you ride his cock in his orange cowboy hat and who can’t take his eyes off of you.

Portgas D. Ace who kisses you as he takes over, strong arm wrapping around you as he pulls you closer, your breasts against his chest as he thrusts up into you harder and faster because you’re both so close and he can feel your walls clenching around his cock.

Portgas D. Ace whose breath is sending shivers down your spine as he whispers ‘come on, baby. Let go for me.’

Portgas D. Ace who moans so prettily as you cum on his cock and who smiles against your lips as he releases himself into you.

Portgas D. Ace who holds you close and kisses every inch of skin he can and smiles against your shoulder.

Portgas D. Ace who falls asleep against your shoulder while still inside of you before you can even say anything about how great it was.

Portgas D. Ace who loves it when you wear his hat.

[killeraide]

A Gambling Man

I’ve been WAITING to write an Ace fic!! It took me awhile but was so fun to write. I fear I kinda cooked with this one >:) you enjoy now

Pairing: Ace x FemaleWhitebeardNurse!reader

Summary: Ace overhears you discussing your interesting opinions about him, and decides to take a gamble if they’re true or not

CW: Frenemies to lovers, alcohol use, questionable consent from reader (at first), semi-public sex, exhibitionism (kinda), humiliation, cunnilingus, dirty talk, vaginal sex, unprotected sex

WC: 3.6k

*** MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ***

It was late. Much too late for you to still be awake, drunk gossiping with Whitey Bay at the nearest island’s local dive bar. But here you were, drunk out of your mind, gabbing about who-knows-what while the rest of the Whitebeard Pirates start to turn in for the night, one-by-one. It wasn’t often you got to chat with other women, besides the few other nurses on the ship, so this was a special occasion, and you two had been at it for hours catching up. She explained what it’s like captaining her own ship, and you told her about the adventures you had as a nurse with Whitebeard’s primary crew. As much as you refused to admit it, she was a much heavier drinker than you, despite your efforts to keep up. Every drink you bought each other resulted in fuzzier thoughts and increased dizziness, but also fewer inhibitions and juicier conversations.

“Okay. Fuck, Marry, Kill: Shanks, Kaido, Big Mom.” You await her answer as if this is the most important question in the world.

She thinks for a second, then proudly responds, “I would fuck Shanks, marry Big Mom, kill Kaido.”

“Ain’t no way you could actually stay in a long-term marriage with Big Mom,” you laugh.

“EXACTLY! That woman’s a serial bride but so am I. We’d be so perfect for each other,” she plays into the bit, proudly smiling.

Whitey Bay finishes her drink and slams the glass on the bar table.

“So…” she blurts, “Let’s make this more interesting. Fuck, Marry, Kill: Izo, Vista, Ace.”

You also finish the last of your drink, slouching in towards her, “EASY. Fuck Ace, Marry Izo, Kill Vista. Sorry Vista…” you slur.

“Really?” She hiccups and leans in. “I thought you and Ace hated each other?”

“Well see the thing is… pretty sure that’s one sided. I’m sure he’s fine with me… And I don’t HATE him… He’s just annoying. And an egotistical jerk. That doesn’t take away the fact that he’s sexy as FUCK,” you emphasize. “I’d totally bang him given the opportunity, s’long as he didnt yap my ear off in the process.” You both giggle.

“Oh VISTA~” she beckons, waving her hand across the bar. You immediately shut her down, playfully punching her.

“Shut UP,” you giggle. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.”

The two of you go back and forth for the rest of the night, judging your fellow crew mates and entertaining more hypotheticals. Both of you were definitely too drunk for your own good, but ‘that was a tomorrow problem,’ you figure. Right now was for living in the moment and enjoying the fresh company.

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Waking up the next morning was not an easy feat. The alcohol and lack of sleep left you exhausted with a throbbing headache. You made sure to get up early enough to wave goodbye to Whitey Bay and her crew, but after that you were left alone to carry out your chores and try to piece together remnants of the previous night. The primary Whitebeard ship was going to stay at this port an extra day to gather supplies and rest up, and you were definitely fine with that.

After grabbing some breakfast, you make your way to the nurses’ office to get started on some chores. The room was cold and almost empty, besides a few other nurses, all working on paperwork or various other housekeeping duties. Making your way over to the medicine cabinet, you search the sea of pill bottles, hoping to find some painkillers to soothe your pounding head. Most of these were more empty than you imagined, and it made sense. The crew had been through a lot of tough battles recently, which meant you and the other nurses were quite busy taking care of the injured. It was no wonder the ship was low on stock for medication.

“Hey, I just checked the stock, we’re pretty low on some of these bottles,” you point out to one of your busy coworkers.

She gives a long sigh, avoiding looking up from her papers, “Wanna go grab some more for us? There should be a pharmacy not too far from the port.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You pop the last two painkillers and pack up to disembark the Moby Dick.

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The streets of the port are sunny and full of busy people, all buying and selling various items. Usually on errand runs like these, you would bring another nurse or a crew member with for safety in numbers, and to keep you company. Today was different though. Still under the weather, you were not in the mood to socialize, and the town seemed safe enough. You explore the town, carefully following your coworker’s directions to the pharmacy.

Just as you are minding your own business, a small “psst” can be heard, coming from the shadows of the adjacent alleyway. Surely that wasn’t for you. But before you can brush it off, a louder “PSST” beckons for your attention, finally earning a glance from you. You stop and turn towards the alley, squinting to make out the tall figure in the shadows.

Your eyes roll. ‘Of all people, of course it’s Ace.’

“What do you want?” you ask, cold and harsh. Ace is slouched against a wall, arms crossed, with an annoyingly large grin.

“Actually, I needed to talk to you.”

“About what?” You approach the alley, seeing the pirate clearer with every step.

Ace grabs your hand, “Not here, follow me,” he pulls your arm but your feet don’t budge.

“I have places I need to be. What is it?” There’s a bit more annoyance in your voice than you had intended.

“Yeesh. Someone’s feisty today” he chuckles. “It’ll be quick. I promise.” You roll your eyes again but follow as Ace leads the way, deeper and deeper into the alley. His hand keeps a tight grip around your wrist as you struggle to keep up. Finally, the two of you turn the corner and reach a dead end. He stops, analyzing the area to see if the coast was clear. For what? You weren’t quite sure.

“Okay? We’re here. Now what’s so important?” Of all days this was the one in which Ace decided to bother you. You lean back against the cold stone wall, awaiting his disappointing response.

Ace turns towards you with a smirk, “You much of a gambler?”

“What? What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, are you?” Ace takes a step closer to you, and his voice definitely lowered an octave.

“No…” you start to feel meek as Ace closes the gap between you.

“Well,” he cages you in, resting an arm on the wall behind you, “I’m not too big into gambling, but today I’m willing to take a bet.” Your knees weaken a little as your body heat increases with every passing second.

“And I bet…” he whispers close into your ear, “you like me.”

“Wha- what?” You’re too focused on manually breathing to actually process that statement. Ace grabs a hold of your chin with his other hand to lock eye contact with you. Hie eyes were dark and cunning.

“I heard what you said last night…”

“Last night….” You gently repeat, trying your best to recall what he was talking about.

“I know you don’t hate me. Not like you make it out to be.” He leans in closer, “In fact, you sounded pretty enamored with me if I’m not mistaken… or at least with my body…”

You freeze, it all comes back at once. The conversation you had with Whitey Bay. That stupid game of Fuck, Marry, Kill. ‘How does he know about that?’ Your mind races, contemplating every situation in how he could’ve found that out. ‘He wasn’t in the bar- was he?’

“Aww,” he pouts, “You can’t even deny it… your face says it all…” Every ounce of you wants to fight back, to write it off as a lie or misunderstanding, but your face really did say it all.

“How’d-“ you choke. “You hear about that?” Ace has never looked so smug. And you hate him for it. Did he really have to confront you like this?

“You aren’t exactly a quiet drunk. Half the town heard your conversations last night babe.”

“You’re kidding me.” You bury your face in shame.

“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”

“Shut up.”

Ace’s silence was almost worse than his pestering. His complacent smile crept wider and wider as the two of you stared at each other. The damn fool was trying not to laugh.

“Fuck you.” You push him away from you. “Why’d you even bring me out here if you were just going to make fun of me?”

“Because I wanted to see it for myself.”

“See what?”

“The side of you that likes me.”

“I don’t like you.”

Ace creeps closer again. “But I bet you like this-” he pushes your back to the wall, towering over you. Something changed in Ace that moment. The air suddenly felt heavy and warm. Very warm. He leans in, piercing your very soul with his lustful eyes, inching close enough to just not-quite-kiss. And you almost fall for it, your eyes flutter shut and you find yourself unintentionally leaning in closer. Testing the waters. Seeing what might happen. Maybe you did like this.

“I knew it. You do like me.”

You snap back to reality. Did you almost just kiss Ace?

Ace is laughing, and you’re furious. Furious at Ace, who’s acting like a dick right now, but more so furious at yourself, for falling for it. For following your body’s desires instead of your rational thoughts. For letting yourself be vulnerable for a moment.

“LET ME GO.” You try to push past him, hiding the redness of your face and tears welling in your eyes, but Ace doesn’t budge.

“Woah babe, hold on a sec. Who said I was done with you?”

“I did. Now MOVE.” But he pushes you back, pinning you between the stone wall and his muscular arm. His grip is just tight enough you can’t pull yourself away from him anymore.

“Don’t be like that…” he pouts. “We both know deep down you don’t wanna go anywhere. That you’re secretly enjoying every bit of this.”

Could you even argue with him? You freeze, unable to conjure a response. Not one that he would believe. Not one that you yourself would believe.

Ace takes this opportunity to keep you this way: quiet, unsure, docile. Without hesitation, he kisses you, fast and passionate. His lips are warm and experienced. Your heart skips a beat. You don’t warm into the kiss, but you don’t pull away. Your tongue doesn’t seek out his, but your eyes flutter shut. Maybe you did like this.

He slowly pulls away, this time no laughing, no teasing. Your eyes are wide as you try to comprehend what just happened, and why you have butterflies in your stomach.

“I told you I wasn’t done with you.” You bat your eyes, speechless. Ace leans in closer and whispers, “You’re not gonna fight it this time, are you?” All you can do is shake your head. Your body is burning and tingling like it never has before. What was this feeling? It was excitement, confusion, desire. Did you desire Ace? Before you can answer your own thought he kisses you again. His hold on your body eases up and you finally melt into the kiss, letting the warm embrace take control over you. He gently bites your lip, growing hungrier by the second.

Too preoccupied with the kiss, you almost didn’t even notice Ace’s hands exploring your body, grazing over your hips and around your waist. At this point you were completely past the point of fighting any of the man’s advances. He was claiming you more and more with every movement, every kiss, every touch. Your knees fall weak as his hands slide lower. And lower. And was he really doing this out in the open?

“Wait, Ace, what are you do-“ but he drops down to his knees and pushes up your nurse’s dress, just enough catch sight of your white lace panties.

“ACE! We’re gonna get caught!” You push your legs together but Ace’s fingers have already found their way to your clothed sex. He pushes two fingers past your thighs, dragging them along your slit.

“Didn’t think you’d be so wet already. I underestimated how much you like me,” he smirks back up at you as his fingers tease you, devastatingly slow.

“Ace- I-“ but you fall speechless again as desire clouds all sense of rational judgement. Your thighs involuntarily loosen their squeeze, entranced by his touch.

“Attagirl. You’re doing so well…” Ace keeps working his fingers up and down your slit as your hips start to lightly roll against his touch. His finger hooks around the waistline of your panties, pulling them to your knees. The sensation of your exposed cunt was cold, embarrassing, but also electrifying. Ace marvels at the sight. His hands gently caress your thighs as his mouth meets your clit, hungrily devouring you. You yelp in both surprise and pleasure. You slump into the wall behind you, falling limp as Ace eats you out.

“Shhh,” Ace smiles, “wouldn’t want anyone finding out about your little secret crush…” He was right. Both of you were still in public, and there were still other Whitebeard Pirates roaming the streets. How would you explain this to them? You bite your lip, holding in your soft moans. Your hands grab his hair for support as you examine the alleyway, scanning for any passersby. The alley was empty, but that didn’t account for any nearby windows in the surrounding buildings. Maybe you guys should stop. Go somewhere more private. But just before you can say anything, Ace slowly pumps two fingers inside you, curling them ever-so-slightly to reach your sweet spot. It felt like heaven. Any reservations you just had are completely forgotten as you writhe in the sensation. This was so wrong, letting Ace, the man you openly hated, eat you out in public. But then why did it feel so good?

Ace’s fingers work in parallel with his tongue to keep pleasuring you. The feeling was warm, overwhelming, blissful. Your core starts to tighten. You grab a tighter hold of his hair and roll your hips against his tongue. Were you really going to cum for him like this? Out in a public alleyway? You couldn’t help it. His hands knew just what to do, and his tongue knew just where to go. Your breathing falls uneven as you focus on your building orgasm, and a small moan escapes your lips. Your body grows tenser. And tenser. And…

Nothing. You whimper at the cold feeling of Ace pulling away. The feeling of emptiness as his fingers leave your aching cunt.

“Wha-“ You’re lost as your flourishing orgasm fades into nothing.

Ace stands back up, and without saying anything, leans in to kiss your neck. The warm moisture from eating you out smears on your skin as he leaves gentle kisses. Your confusion dissolves back into pleasure as his kisses grow more passionate, turning into small pecks and bites.

He stops for a second, muttering low in your ear, “I need to fuck you now.”

You nod, not fully comprehending that he meant right here, right now, still in this alley. Your intoxication in lust clouds your sense of judgement as you let him unzip your dress. The fabric falls at your feet, exposing your naked body to Ace and the rest of the abandoned alley. Ace’s hands find your breasts, gently teasing your nipples as he continues to kiss up and down your neck. At this point he is pressed up against you, and the feeling of his hard cock pressing through his shorts leaves you feeling needier and needier. You find yourself unbuckling his belt, but just as your hands finally reach the zipper to his pants, he catches your wrists, pinning them up above your head.

“Let’s not get hasty now…” Ace smirks. “First you have to tell me how bad you want me.” Was he joking? Thirty seconds ago he “needed to fuck you now,” and NOW he makes you beg for it?

“You’re kidding me? This again?” The ache of being untouched grows stronger with every passing second.

“Fine!” Ace keeps a hold of your wrists but steps back, leaving your body alone and needy. “Guess we can just stay here while I wait… I know you want me, but I have to hear you say it.” The lack of touch was agony. Your body ached for stimulation, and you were already frustrated from your denied orgasm. Not to mention, you had little pride left after succumbing to Ace’s temptation in the first place.

You let out a deep, surrendering sigh. “Ace… please?” It was quiet and meek.

“Please what?” He cups his hand to his ear, mocking you.

“Please fuck me… I need you inside me…” you whine, a little louder this time. You couldn’t help but push your thighs together, searching for any sort of stimulation as you imagine Ace taking full control of your body, fucking you in this alley for anyone to come out and see.

A wicked grin creeps up on his face. He grabs your wrists and flips you around, bracing your front half against the wall.

“See? All you had to do was ask,” he growls as his zipper comes undone. “What a perfect ass…” Ace teases your exposed cunt with the tip of his cockhead.

“Please Ace… I need you so bad~” You let out another whine, attempting to push your hips back, desperate for his touch. Ace grabs your hip with his free hand and finally sinks into you, groaning under his breath.

“So tight… holy shit.” He starts off slow, savoring every movement as you adjust to his size. You can feel every inch of him, filling you up and stretching you in a way you’ve never felt before. This was all so new to you, and you can’t get enough of it.

With every thrust of his cock comes another moan from you, louder and louder as you lose yourself in pleasure.

“Fuck.. you look so pretty like this… all exposed for me and the rest of the world to see.“ Ace pounds into you faster, getting off on your pretty moans and perfect body. In this position, you couldn’t really keep an eye out for others walking by. In fact, anyone could walk by at this point and see you. See your clothes scattered on the floor around you. See your naked body, bent over for Ace. See how much you were enjoying it. And you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. You knew that should worry you, but it didn’t. You were too focused on the sensation of Ace pounding into you; a sensation you never thought you’d actually feel. And it was more amazing than you could have ever imagined.

“I knew you always liked me…” Ace mutters, keeping a steady, rough pace. “I could tell by the looks you give me. The way you quickly turn away when I catch you looking at me. The way you blush when I get close to you…” Ace suddenly pulls out and you wince at the empty feeling. But before you can say anything he spins you around, picking you up from under your thighs to prop you up against the wall and off the ground.

“No worries babe,” he smiles and adds, “I like you too,” before gently kissing you. You moan around his lips as he sinks into you again, slow and controlled. His hands squeeze your ass as his muscular arms keep a tight hold on you. You wrap your legs around his back as he picks up speed, growing greedier with each passing moment. This angle felt even more intense as he pushes up against your sweet spot with every thrust. Your core starts to tighten again.

Ace must’ve noticed this. “You gonna cum?” he growls. “My cock must be making you feel so good.” Completely drunk on lust and unable to form coherent words, you nod. He pounds you harder as that tension grows. And grows.

Your orgasm comes crashing as you melt into Ace’s arms, reveling in your sweet, sweet release. But Ace refuses to slow down, greedily pounding you as he chases his own high.

“Attagirl…” he groans under his breath. “You take me so damn well…” The overstimulation left you a muttering mess.

“I want you to cum in me~” you moan. Something must have possessed you in that very moment because that definitely slipped your lips before you considered what you were actually asking for. But at that point it was too late. Ace was grinning as he thrusts into you harder and harder, until you feel the twitching of his cock. His grip on you tightens as he pumps you full of hot cum. He slows down a few final pumps, watching in awe as it leaks from your pussy with every movement.

Both coming down from your highs, he rests his forehead against yours, chuckling.

“See, I’m not that bad of a guy.” He gently lets go of you, helping you find your balance on your feet again.

“I never said you were.” You collect your clothes and start redressing, still keeping an eye out for others passing by.

“So… same time again tomorrow?” You roll your eyes but can’t hide your smile. So maybe he was annoying and egotistical, there was still something about him that you liked. Something that drew you towards him.

“Maybe.” You reply. “But, if you tell a single soul about this, I’ll kill you.”

“That sounds like a deal to me.”

After both of you recollect yourselves, you make your way back to the busy streets, this time with Ace by your side, escorting you. Maybe he wasn’t so bad. Maybe you did like this.

[zoolilz]

thinking about bf!lace’s reaction to you in lingerie

(Smut, x afab fem reader, pet names..) (and credits to @/im4yeons for the divvy!!)

You had dressed yourself up in a cute lingerie dress, nearly transparent pink fabric covering your stomach until the top of your thighs, the fabric darker at your chest area. The panties you wore did additionally… not cover very much. But that was the point.

He was always walking around shirtless, showing off as much skin as possible— so might as well give him a taste of his own medicine.

You laid face down on your shared bed, reading a book you’d picked up recently as you waited for him to come home.

You eventually heard the door open.

“Babe, this island was crazy, I found all these—“ he said as he walked in, holding several pieces of jewelry that dropped onto the floor when he saw your outfit.

He thought he was the luckiest man alive for even witnessing it.

“Ahem— is— are you— should I? Should I leave?” He said, his face flushed as he turned his head to the side.

“Do you not like it?” You asked softly, peering back at him. His breath hitched slightly.

“N-no, I like it— I really like it!” He said, his eyes moving to scan your form before he dragged them away again.

“I just— have I done anything special lately?” He muttered as he continued to stand at the doorway, his breathing heavy.

“I just felt like dressing up.” You said, smiling as you got out of bed, walking up to him, putting your hands on his shoulders. He nodded, glancing down at your lips before glancing back up at your eyes, his own pupils enlarged. His hands rested just above your waist, like he was scared to touch you.

“You want a kiss?” you said as you guided his hands to actually rest on your waist, smiling up at him.

He nodded, glancing back down at your lips, his cheeks heating up. He would’ve blamed it on his devil fruit if you asked him.

As you kissed him, he paused for a second before kissing you back, melting into it. A hand cradled your jaw, his thumb caressing your cheek as he tilted his head. “You look really good.” He muttered against your lips. “Still don’t get it though.”

You chuckled, continuing to kiss him, letting him move down and kiss your neck. “You like it, no?”

“Mhm.”

“Then stop complaining.”

“Yes ma’am.” he muttered against your skin, his hands moving under the dress of your lingerie, touching your bare torso.

“You’re so soft.” he said as he gently picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he laid you down on your bed. “You don’t even use lotion like that.” He said, under his breath.

“I’m magical.” You said softly, peering up at him as he wedged himself between your legs, putting your hands on his shoulders, taking his hat off and putting it on your own head.

“Yeah? That would make sense.” he muttered as he took off your lingerie top, taking a second to admire your body, running his hands over your skin, and finally fixing his hat on your head.

“Maybe that’s how I keep you.” You said, kissing his neck.

“You wouldn’t need magic to keep me.” He mumbled, smiling as you kissed his skin.

“It would help.”

“Bold claim.”

“You’re so corny.” You chuckled, tightening your legs around his waist. “I can feel how hard you are through your shorts, stop bluffing.”

He huffed, his eyes trailing down to your panties, noticing the prominent wetness. “And you’re dripping, so we’re even anyways.”

You squirmed a bit at the eye contact, and in a last ditch effort to maintain your dignity, you pushed him down onto the bed so you were straddling him.

And he let you.

His hands went to your hips as he stammered for a second, trying to ignore how he was throbbing. “Don’t get all cocky now that—“

“You’re into this?” You said, dragging a finger down his chest, watching the muscles of his torso contort.

Before he could even shake his head, you were tugging his shorts off, admiring how his length stretched against his boxers. “How long do you think you could last?”

“How— how long could I last? Babe, I could go for years—“ you interrupted him by freeing him from his boxers, starting to gently stroke him, to which he raised his hips into your hand, letting out what could only be described as a whimper.

“Such a liar.” you muttered, teasingly stroking him as he bucked up into your hand. “Why can’t you sit still?” You huffed, he whined.

“Sorry, sorry, please, just—“ he muttered, moving his hands to your waist, tugging at your panties— this kinda stuff always made him impatient.

“Words.”

“Please take your panties off, I wanna see you.” He muttered, his heart still pumping.

You obliged, smiling down at him as you took your panties off— a glint of pride went through his eyes as he noticed how wet you were. This wasn’t good.

He sat up and moved a hand through your slick, making you gasp. “you can’t just—“ you muttered before subconsciously grinding against his hand.

“Can’t what? Look how bad she wants me.” He muttered, continuing to play with your pussy. “Pretty girl missed me.” he muttered as he slipped two fingers in, chuckling at how you clenched around him, the heel of his palm pressing against your clit.

“Cmon, you wanted to put my hat on, show me who’s in charge, and now you’re whimpering on my fingers? That’s all it took?”

Your head was already in the crook of his neck, your back arched as he fingered you, your nails digging into his back.

“Cmon gorgeous, speak.” he said as he slapped your ass with his free hand, palming the flesh after, making you yelp.

“N-no, I just—“

He let you try and speak, peering down at you as you mewled and dripped on his fingers, and just as he felt you tighten, he pulled out.

“Ace!” You barked out, clenching around nothing, your legs trembling.

He laughed, looking down at your flushed face, and your pout, pretending to hiss as you dug your fingernails further into his back.

“Ow, babe, ooooowwww…” he said sarcastically, laying down, putting his hands back onto your waist and aligning your entrance with his dick.

“Cmon captain, show me who’s boss.” he said, massaging your skin. He was still hard beneath you, precum leaking down his tip.

You put your hands on his chest, starting to inch down onto him, stopping about a couple inches in when you started to really feel the stretch.

“Cmon, you can do it.” he muttered, his voice hoarse and his abs tense as he stopped himself from bucking up into you.

“I d-dont think I can go any further—“

“Yes you can.” he said softly, massaging your hips. “You want help?”

You nodded, allowing him to lower you down onto his length by your hips, smiling as he watched you take more of him. “Thaaaats my girl.” he muttered as he lowered you to the hilt. “Knew you had it in you. You’re so pretty for me, baby.” he said as he started to rub your clit with his thumb, making you clench around him.

He waited a couple beats, thinking of if he should ask you to move or not— but before he could get the words out you started to move up and down his length, pulling a moan from him. One of his hands moved up to one of your tits, playing with one of your nipples as you rode him, making your back arch.

“you’re always so sensitive.” He muttered, his other hand on your waist, maintaining that arch of yours as he sat up, his mouth moving to your neck.

You mewled, continuing to move up and down as he kissed and bit your neck, feeling closer already.

“A-am I doing good?” You babbled out, your hands on his shoulders.

“So good, baby.” he muttered, his hand that was previously on your boob moving down to your clit, circling the flesh there with his thumb. “Just a bit longer, okay? Think you can do that for me?” he asked, kissing up your jaw.

You nodded, tilting your head so that you could kiss him, continuing to move up and down as that knot in your stomach worsened, and soon enough you were painstakingly close.

“A-ace, ‘m gonna—“

“You’re gonna what, pretty girl?” He muttered against your lips, now bucking up into you occasionally. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna cum before me after acting like I wouldn’t last.” He teased, smiling against your skin.

You mewled as he started to thrust into you, and before you knew it he was pulling you down to his chest, wrapping his arms around your back and thrusting up into you, making you choke out a gasp.

The way you were reacting was fucking him up, it was taking every part of him to not come inside you the second you started to tighten around him.

“You’re so cute.” He muttered, biting down on your shoulder. “Gonna come on my cock baby? Show me how long you can last?” He teased, rubbing your back.

You nodded, moaning against him as he continued to thrust into you.

“Can’t even speak.” He said softly. “Poor baby.” he teased, fully thrusting into you as he felt you tighten around him, and shortly after your body started to convulse, your legs twitching.

“That’s a good girl.” He praised, rubbing your back as he fucked you through your orgasm. “You can give me another one though, no?”

You whined, but didn’t protest when he moved you around, making you lay on your stomach, putting a pillow beneath your hips.

You were fucked.

Your eyes were half lidded, your heart rate elevated, everything just felt like a lot— and yet, you didn’t want it to stop.

Which is probably how everything was sore when you woke up next morning, Ace still spooning you.

You were definitely gonna do this again.

[zoolilz]

Ace d portgas who would die for you

Ace, who you would come to after you get hurt, standing at his doorway with a black eye.

Ace, who always lets you in, tending to your wound before disappearing for an hour and coming back with bloody knuckles.

Ace, who would always come back and kiss your injured skin, cuddling you to sleep.

Ace, who would let you sleep on him for as long as you needed, stroking your hair for hours on end.

Ace, who would make you your favorite breakfast that morning, lay with you and watch cozy movies all day.

Ace, who would joke around with you for hours to see you smile again.

Ace, who at the word would worship you, spending hours kissing your body and lips before he even took his pants off.

Ace, whose heart breaks at the sight of you flinching when he reaches for something, and wouldn’t touch you for the next week after you did so. (As much as it hurts him.)

Ace, who always lets you kiss him (on the lips) first. It takes an immense amount of self control, but he’d do anything for you to not feel uncomfortable.

Ace, who would always validate you.

“I feel like I’m not good for you.”

“Well I don’t want good, I want you.” He said as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Ace, who loves every bit of you and gets offended when you insult yourself.

“I think I’m getting fatter at my thighs.”

“And you think that’s a bad thing? Lobster too juicy? Steak too buttery?” He’d say with a chuckle, and make sure to show some extra love there later.

Ace, who is the happiest man alive when you’re able to start asking for physical attention again.

“C-Can I have a hug please?” You’d ask softly, and he’d hug you in milliseconds.

Just… ace d portgas 🥹

[softhandz]

portgas d ace x afab!reader, 18+ mdni, implied infidelity

ace who can’t stop thinking about his younger brother’s girlfriend

and of course he’s happy that luffy’s found someone that makes him happy, but there’s just something about you that he can’t get out of his head

but every time he saw you laugh, every time your strength showed in the way you moved, every bit of your kindness that warmed the whole crew, something inside him twisted tighter. and that bikini… the way the fabric barely clung to your curves while you stretched out beside Nami on the sun-warmed deck, skin glowing, legs parted just enough to make his mind race.

his fist pumped harder, slick with pre-cum, hips jerking up into his grip. he pictured you spread on his bed instead of the deck chair, thighs trembling as he worked two thick fingers deep inside you. he’d curl them just right, dragging over that spot until your first orgasm hit, then keep going, scissoring and stretching until you came again, dripping down his wrist.

he imagined dropping lower, tongue dragging flat and slow over your soaked pussy, lips sealing around your clit to suck while his fingers stayed buried. the way you’d clench and flutter around them would make him groan against your skin. then he’d flip you on top, watching your face as you sank down inch by inch, struggling to take every thick inch of him. when you finally bottomed out you’d smile at him—that same bright smile—and lean in for a kiss, soft and sweet even while your walls squeezed him like a vice.

he’d sit up, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hands gripped your hips and thrust up into you. every pull of his lips would make you clench tighter, your moans turning into broken little gasps of his name. he’d fuck you through it, pace growing rougher, until your nails raked down his chest and shoulders, leaving red lines he’d wear like trophies.

ace’s hand clamped over his mouth as his cock pulsed, thick ropes of cum painting his abs and knuckles. he lay there panting, the fantasy still burning behind his eyes.

outside his door, a shadow shifted—your silhouette lingering for one more heartbeat before slipping away, leaving only the quiet creak of the ship and the echo of what he’d just done.

a/n: sigh this has been on my mind for a few days, so lemme start you guys (and tumblr) with an appetizer before i post later today!

feel free to send in your little drabbles/smutty thoughts, no promises on if/when i’ll get to it tho!

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[illubean]

Hiii🤍

Can I request a Headcanon how gachiakuta men (specifically Enjin, Gris, Corvus and Tamsy) would react to a fem partner that finishes quite fast and can’t handle to much because they get overstimulated quickly? Love all your work btw❤️

Have a nice day, evening or night✌🏿

(Sorry if my English is bad)

Sensitive!

Characters: Arkha Corvus, Enjin, Gris Rubion, Tamsy Caines Type: Headcanons, Fem!Reader

In which they find out how sensitive you are in bed.

Warnings: NSFW reader discretion advised

Arkha Corvus

he's very gentle and encouraging with you (unless you give him reason to act otherwise)

he wants you to talk to him; tell him everything you're feeling and whatever you want him to do

he takes his time in prolonging foreplay, making sure not to work you up too quickly but also getting you ready for when he splits you open because lord knows Arkha Corvus is packing

and when you finally get to the main event he sweet talks you through it, comforting you if you cry but never letting up on his thrusts

he's so nice to you that it almost makes you forget he's literally rearranging your insides at the moment; almost

the way he treats you with so much care makes it a bit easier for you to relax and ride out your orgasm; accepting the sensitive feeling instead of running from it

Enjin

the first time it happens he's caught off guard

he teases you for a little bit but dw he's actually kind of excited

with this newfound information Enjin is now on a mission to try EVERYTHING with you

he wants to know what position gets you to cum the fastest, what takes the longest, if you can squirt and if so how many times until you tap out 😵‍💫

every time you have sex with him it's something new

he loves when you're on top, squirming while you try your best to ride him before he eventually takes over and has you seeing stars

you're on the verge of tears, thighs trembling while he tries using his words to soothe you (in his own weird, Enjin way...)

it probably comes off like he's mocking you but he's trying so hard to be genuine

his words may be confusing but the dick is good so he's forgiven

Gris Rubion

out of everyone on this list he is the absolute sweetest

he checks in with you regularly and has a safe word even if you guys are vanilla (nothing wrong w that)

he doesn't care at all if you finish before him and can't keep going; if you need him to stop he'll stop

Gris is a very selfless lover both inside and out of the bedroom; your needs always cum come first

he urges you to relax while he takes care of you; he likes to think of the ordeal as "making love" rather than "having sex"

and when you relax and let him do his thing its much more enjoyable for both parties

he's such a perfect partner that it manages to distract you from the feeling of being overstimulated and you can enjoy your sexy time with him longer than usual

Tamsy Caines

your pussy will quite literally never be able to catch a break

he uses the knowledge that you're easily overstimulated for his own sick pleasure in sexually torturing you

his favorite thing is handcuffing/tying you up while he's nose deep in your cunt, seeing how long (or in this case, short) it takes for you to be crying from his tongue alone

OR he's got your back pressed to his chest while his fingers rub tight circles over your clit while he uses his free arm to keep you still

basically he is evil.

you guys need to have a safe word and it has to be something obscure that you'd NEVER say during sex under normal circumstances because Tamsy can get carried away quickly and knows no mercy otherwise

he's such a freak (derogatory)

[mulliebeak]

PORTGAS D ACE: HEADCANONS

Honestly I have no idea what to put for my first post, but here you go. Portgas D Ace x gn/reader.

Portgas D Ace who started off as your closest friend would search the whole ship for you just to show you a random lizard he found

Portgas D Ace, the man who would fold with the slightest of affection you give him

Portgas D Ace, who, somehow, fell in love with you first, (then you kinda followed)

Portgas D Ace, the man who was too scared to confess to you, however his feelings for you were increasing rapidly

Portgas D Ace, who couldn't believe his luck when you did confess to him

Portgas D Ace, who'd do anything for his lover, anything

Portgas D Ace, who would come to your room everytime to hang out

Portgas D Ace, who suggested (begged) for you two to have a shared room

"it's to give space for the new recruits, babe, trust." "Whatever tickles your fancy." "IM SERIOUS!"

Portgas D Ace, who slams his whole body on top of yours when he's exhausted

Portgas D Ace, who trusts you with his body when he falls narcoleptic

Portgas D Ace, who, gives the best and suffocating hugs. (Have you seen the size of this guy, he's HUGE)

Portgas D Ace, who's patient with his lover

Portgas D Ace, who is okay with a lover who's not into sex

Portgas D Ace, who HATES it when he's vulnerable around you (I have this headecanon he has a problem of slouching intentionally, which makes his bangs cover his face)

Portgas D Ace, who'd cry his eyes out the moment you reassure him

"It's okay, my love, I'm not going anywhere." Ace's breathe hitched. His sniffles became audible and with a blink of an eye, you were lifted off the ground, Ace hugged you. Your shoulder the level of his head as he buried his head. He started sobbing. You sobbed too. You both were sobers. (Lol... Yeah you're right, I'm cringe...)

Portgas D Ace, who is your complete lover boy. He visualizes you as Aphrodite/Ares themselves. His God/Godess

Portgas D Ace, who has no problem in seeing you naked. Till later when he realized that you were naked, he explodes in his room

Portgas D Ace, who almost combusted when you saw him naked, it was at a very unexpected moment

Portgas D Ace, who appreciates your patience with him

Portgas D Ace, who buys accessories or gets a tattoo that remind him of you , just to have a part of you with him forever

Yup this is all, hope you like it byeee 🧡🧡

[whirlybirbs]

→ ┊   based on this, this, & this.

portgas d. ace, your best friend.

portgas d. ace cannot fuckin’ believe this is happening.

portgas d. ace swallows. his calloused hand trembles as he snakes it into his unbuttoned shorts.

all the while, he can’t look away from you — his best friend — touching yourself.

this whole thing started with an awkward conversation about the half-hard cock digging into your backside after an afternoon nap. there was no avoiding it, not when ace buried his face in his hands and grumbled something about being pent up.

you, in turn, made a joke about how you haven’t gotten off in weeks.

ergo: you get it, you’re pent up, too.

there was a beat of tension. then:

“you… uh… i mean, if you need to… take care of it…?” you said, eyes darting to the curve straining against the front of his shorts. ace felt dizzy. you chewed your thumbnail.

isn’t that how most things like this start, slow and curious?

“i mean, we’re best friends,” are the words that put the metaphorical nail in the coffin, mumbled around the nervous habit of a bitten nail, “think of it as… mutual support...?”

he agreed too quickly, swallowing down a bout of unnerving want.

“right. i’ll do me. you do you," he rasped, head nodding and pupils blown wide, "yea. mutual support. good thinkin’, scraps."

that nickname felt like foreplay. it punched the air out of your lungs.

and so it began: mutual support. more like mutual masturbation, but who's correcting the record in a moment like this? not ace. definitely not ace.

no, portgas d. ace is too busy trying to remember how to breathe. is it hot in here? it feels hot in here. fuck, yep, it’s hot because he’s doing the thing — the thing where sparks of ignition dance across the sweat on his skin. it’s a dead giveaway that he’s excited. losing his edge.

your hand steadies under the waistband of your underwear, your head against the pillow. ace lies beside you, your shoulders barely touching, body heat bleeding into one another. your leg is thrown over his thigh, and your bunk has never felt smaller.

portgas d. ace is panting, and not once do his eyes break from yours.

not when you bite your lip so hard it almost bleeds, not when he thumbs the head of his throbbing cock, not when you slip your fingers through your folds. his jaw falls open, nostrils flare, and finally, his eyes fall to the pearling of your nipples through your tank top.

“fuck,” he mumbles, “…is this… is this okay?”

“yea. yea, it’s… it’s good. are y-you good?” you breathe, and your eyes fall to the sight of his cock, pulled from his shorts. you almost whine, because it’s pretty. thick and throbbing and he’s stroking himself faster now and his forearms flex while he does and that’s your best friend—

your faces are close now, shoulders touching. your toes curl against his calf. your eyes dart back up to his. he’s staring while he nods, his gaze is intense. enarmored. the look in your heavy-lidded eyes is no better.

portgas d. ace’s abdomen tenses, his breath stutters, and he sighs out:

"keep — fuck — keep looking at me like that."

you’re biting your lip again when you nod, working a tight circle against your clit beneath your bottoms. your lashes flutter, and your breath hitches higher, and you make a soft sound in the back of your throat. his mouth is parted, and so is yours, and when you both huff out a needy pant, it mingles.

portgas d. ace can’t resist. his eyes snake down again, toward where your fingers work themselves quicker and needier beneath your bottoms — ace wets his lips, curses to himself.

this is uncharted territory. the kind of territory that isn’t supposed to exist between best friends.

“fuck, you’re so hot,” the honest appraisal rushes out like a tie between a prayer and a revelation, “m’close, scraps—”

portgas d. ace is fucking up into his own hand while staring at you, and good fuckin’ god, it is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. his hips roll, his muscles tense, and you whine when you spy the precum beading at the head of his cock. you’re right there, right at the edge.

“—me too,” it breaks from your throat in a whisper; you squirm, and ace’s breath fans across your face, “i’m… i’m gonna—”

“yea?” his forehead knocks against yours, and he nods, “you gonna come?”

he’s goading you; his nose brushes against yours. you can’t help that his name trembles out of you with a hunger. “ace, ace—”

that’s all it takes. ace smothers the sound of his release in a kiss that’s devouring. it’s the sort of kiss that doesn’t happen between best friends. the kiss sends you over the edge, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you know that watching your best friend finish across his chest while you come around your own fingers isn’t really best friend material, either.

portgas d. ace, kissing you like a man starved while you finish hard enough to tremble, certainly isn’t going to complain. after all, you’re best friends. best friends help one another out.

…right?

[aceidentallyinlove]

Operation: First Time. || Portgas D. Ace x Reader.

Summary: You and Ace finally stop dancing around your feelings and start dating, but there's one problem: neither of you has any idea what you're doing. While you're both suffering from mutual frustration, Ace accidentally outs himself as a virgin and gets ambushed by the commanders with the world's most embarrassing relationship advice session. At the same time, the nurses decide you need a confidence boost and give you your own crash course.

Or: Ace asks the commanders for advice once, and they spend the next day wishing they had minded their own business after hearing exactly how enthusiastically he put their lessons into practice.

Tags: smut (mdni!!), first time sex, you're both virgins, oral sex (both receiving), vaginal sex, lots of fluff in it too cuz they love each other a lot and are awkward beans

Wordcount: 9.9k

A/N: first ace story ladies and gents (but definitely not my last hehe)!! this was so so much fun to write so i hope y'all enjoy this too😭🫶 also guys i started writing my book and like,,, fanfics are so much easier, send help lmao also i had to use an ai tool to get the formatting right, really sorry just wanna say that early on but my google docs fucked up the formating the entire time, i spent HOURS on it and i didnt do anything different so im very confused, but yeah figured id just say it, no writing or editing was actually done with it!! really just the formatting!! as always, pls like, reblog and comment! divider credits go to @cursed-carmine <33

The Moby Dick was more than a ship: for you, it was the only home you had ever truly known. As one of the few women on the crew and the youngest member by a significant margin, except Ace that is, you had been adopted into the fold with a ferocity that was both heartwarming and slightly suffocating.

From the moment you stepped on deck, you became the collective little sister of the Whitebeard Pirates.

Pops doted on you with a booming laugh and a gentle hand on your head. Marco looked after you with a sleepy, protective eye. Thatch constantly tried to feed you delicacies from the galley, and Izou spent hours ensuring your wardrobe was as sharp and stylish as his own. You were the heart of the ship, the precious gem they all swore to protect.

But there was one person who looked at you differently.

Portgas D. Ace.

For months, the two of you had been locked in a dance of agonizing tension. It was a clumsy, electric lingo of lingering glances, accidental brushes of shoulders, and conversations that trailed off into heavy silences. Everyone saw it. The entire crew saw it. Whitebeard would often chuckle into his massive sake cup, watching the two of you stumble through a simple conversation, while Marco would sigh, wondering when the idiot Second Commander would finally grow a pair and make a move.

Then, finally, it happened. A moonlit night on the upper deck, a shared bottle of something strong, and a confession that had been bubbling over for half a year.

You were finally, officially together.

However, “together” was currently a very relative term. While the emotional bond was searingly hot, the physical side of things was… Well, at a complete standstill.

You were both shy in your own ways, and Ace, despite his reputation as a bold, fire-wielding powerhouse, was surprisingly hesitant. He treated you like you were made of the finest porcelain, terrified that if he pushed too hard or too fast, he might break the spell.

Of course, this hesitation didn’t stop his imagination.

Ace was twenty years old, brimming with testosterone and hopelessly in love. Every single night, while you slept soundly in your quarters, Ace was in his own bunk, tossing and turning. He spent hours just staring at the ceiling, his mind replaying the way your laugh sounded or the way your skin felt when you held his hand. He spent a great deal of time with his hand wrapped firmly around his dick, groaning your name into his pillow, struggling through the solitary release because the reality of you was so much more intoxicating than any fantasy. He was a virgin, a fact he guarded with a fierce, embarrassed pride, but his libido was currently at a breaking point. He wanted you - deeply, desperately - but he had absolutely no idea what he was actually doing.

The afternoon sun was beating down on the Moby Dick, leaving the crew drenched in sweat and grime. As per tradition, the men headed to the massive communal baths to scrub off the dirt from the day and relax. The bathhouse was filled with the boisterous shouting of dozens of pirates splashing around in the hot springs.

Ace sat submerged up to his chest in the steaming water, his eyes closed, leaning his head back against the smooth stone. Even here, in the company of his brothers, his mind was drifting. He was thinking about the way your dress had hugged your curves this morning, and the way you had winked at him before heading to help the nurses. He felt a familiar, insistent throb in his groin, and he cursed silently, sinking deeper into the water to hide the evidence of his distraction.

Nearby, Thatch, Marco, Vista, Jozu and Haruta were lounging in a larger pool, the conversation flowing as freely as the sake they had bought along. As was common in the baths, the talk had eventually shifted toward the… romantic exploits of the crew.

“I’m telling you,” Thatch bragged, gesturing wildly with a soapy hand, “the girl in the last port had a passion for the culinary arts that matched my own. The way she looked at me while I was describing the perfect reduction sauce… it was practically foreplay. By the time we got to the room, we didn’t even make it to the bed.”

Vista chuckled, twirling a lock of his mustache. “Ah, Thatch, you always lead with the stomach. For me, it is all about the grace of it. The anticipation is where the true pleasure lies.”

Marco let out a lazy hum, his eyes half-closed. “You’re both too loud, yoi. The best way is just to be attentive. Listen to what she wants, follow the lead, and you’ll do just fine. No need to make it complicated.”

Ace listened to them, his brow furrowed. He felt a surge of inadequacy. He loved you more than life itself, and he wanted to make you feel everything they were talking about, but as he listened to their elaborate terminology he realized there was a massive gap in his knowledge. He knew the basics, of course, but the actual mechanics of pleasing a woman were a mystery to him.

He looked at his brothers - men who were older and seemed so confident, so experienced. He trusted them. And more importantly, he was currently suffering from a level of horniness that made his brain malfunction. And so he did something he would 100% come to regret later on.

“Hey,” Ace blurted out, his voice cutting through the laughter.

The group fell silent, looking over at him. Ace rubbed the back of his neck, his face already beginning to tint pink. “I… uh… how do you actually please a woman?”

The silence that followed was absolute.

Thatch froze mid-gesture. Marco actually opened one eye. Even Vista’s mustache stopped twitching. They all stared at Ace, the realization hitting them like a cannonball to the chest.

“... Wait,” Thatch whispered, his eyes widening. “Ace… are you telling me you’ve never…?”

“Never what?!” Ace snapped, his temper flaring as he felt the heat rise to his cheeks.

“You’re a virgin!” Haruta shrieked, splashing water everywhere in his excitement. “Our 2nd commander is a total novice! A blank slate! A babe in the woods!”

“Shut up!” Ace yelled, his skin starting to smoke as his Devil Fruit reacted to his embarrassment. “I just… I want to do it right! Y/N is… she’s special! I don’t want to mess it up!”

The tone of the room shifted instantly. The mockery vanished, replaced by a sudden, intense sense of brotherhood. These were his brothers, and the mission had now become clear: Ace needed a crash course in the art of intimacy. Mainly so that he wouldn’t hurt you, their only little sister.

“My god,” Marco sighed, though there was a smirk on his face. “We’ve been letting you wander around like a lost puppy. Sit down, Ace. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but we’re having a meeting.”

The commanders closed in around him, forming a tight, steaming circle. Ace looked like he wanted to melt into the floor, but he stayed, his curiosity and desperation ultimately outweighing his shame.

“Alright, listen up, kid,” Thatch began, his voice taking on the tone of a master chief explaining a complex recipe. “First rule: the main event is not the goal. The goal is the journey. If you just dive straight in, you’re like a guy who serves the dessert before the appetizer. It’s a crime! Scandalous even! You have to start with the build-up. Kissing, obviously, but don’t just stay on the lips. The neck is a goldmine, Ace. The collarbone. The soft spot behind the ear. You tease and you make her ache for it.”

Ace swallowed hard, his imagination immediately firing off images of you arching your back as he kissed your neck. He let out a small, strangled noise.

“Exactly,” Vista added, nodding approvingly. “The psychological element is key. Tell her how beautiful she is. Tell her exactly what you want to do to her before you actually do it. The anticipation builds the tension, and when the tension finally snaps, the pleasure is ten times more intense. You can trust us old folks on that.”

“Now, let’s talk about the… logistics,” Marco said, his voice practical. “The clitoris, Ace. Pay attention. For most women, that’s the center of the universe. If you just focus on the penetration, you’re missing the party. Use your fingers, use your tongue - be gentle at first, then increase the pressure based on how she reacts. If she starts breathing heavily and gripping the sheets, you’re on the right track, yoi.”

Ace was staring at them with wide, dinner-plate eyes, his face a deep shade of crimson. “The… the tongue?”

“Yes, the tongue!” Thatch exclaimed. “It’s called oral, you idiot! You spend time down there. You treat it like a delicacy. You taste her, you explore, you make her come before you even think about putting your dick in. That’s how you become a legend in the bedroom.”

Jozu, who had been mostly silent, grunted in agreement. “And don’t rush the entry. Slow and steady. Make sure she’s wet - and if she’s not, use your hands and mouth until she is. Forcing it is a one-way ticket to a slap in the face.”

“What about… positions?” Ace asked in a small, hesitant voice.

The brothers shared a look and grinned. This was the part they had been truly waiting for.

“Right! Positions!” Thatch stood up, using his arms to demonstrate. “You’ve got your classic Missionary - good for intimacy, looking into her eyes and kissing her, you get the gist. But if you want something with more… impact… you go for Doggy Style. You get behind her, grip those hips, and really lean into it. It allows for deeper penetration, and let me tell you, the view from back there is a masterpiece.”

“Don’t forget the Cowgirl;” Izou chimed in, having joined the conversation. Ace didn’t even see nor hear him coming, that’s how immersed he was. “Let her be on top. It gives her control over the depth and the speed, and you get to watch everything. There is nothing more erotic than seeing a woman take exactly what she wants from you.”

“And if you’re feeling adventurous,” Vista added with a wink, “try the legs-on-shoulders approach. It changes the angle, hits different spots, and lets you see every single expression on her face.”

Ace felt like his brain was melting. He was visualizing all of this - you on top of him, you arched over the bed, the feeling of your skin against his - and he was becoming painfully, visibly erect. The water around him was practically simmering.

“And for the love of Pops, Ace,” Marco warned, “don’t just go full speed from start to finish. Change the pace. Slow it down, speed it up. Tease her. Pull back just when she thinks you’re about to finish. Drive her crazy.

“I… I think I get it,” Ace gasped, feeling completely overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information. He felt a mixture of terror and an almost uncontrollable urge to sprint out of the bathhouse and find you immediately.

“One more thing,” Thatch said, his expression becoming suddenly serious. “Communication. If she tells you something feels good, do more of that. If she just so much as winces, stop. The best lovers are the ones who listen the best.”

Ace nodded fervently, his heart hammering against his ribs. He felt like he had just survived a battle with a Yonko, but instead of a scar, he had a mental blueprint for the most intense night of his life. He couldn’t take it anymore; the tension in his body was too much, and the mental images were too vivid.

“I’m out! I’m leaving!” Ace yelled, suddenly standing up and splashing water everywhere. He didn’t even bother with a towel, grabbing his clothes in a blur of motion and sprinting toward the exit, his face glowing red like a flare.

As he scrambled through the doorway, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to escape the suffocating atmosphere of “brotherly advice”, a loud, booming voice echoed through the bathhouse.

“And Ace!” Thatch screamed after him, cupping his hands around his mouth. “You and Y/N don’t forget to use protection, okay?!”

The sound of Ace’s humiliated shriek echoed all the way down the hall as he vanished, leaving the commanders laughing hysterically in the steam.

Remember when you had told Ace you had to go and help the nurses? Yeah, you hadn’t actually been asked to help them. In fact, you’d practically forced your way in, offering your services as an “assistant” with a desperation that had raised a few eyebrows. But you weren’t there to fold bandages or organize tinctures. You were there because you were in a state of an absolute, agonizing crisis.

You were eighteen, hopelessly in love, and currently vibrating with a level of sexual frustration that felt like it might actually cause you to spontaneously combust.

The problem was your boyfriend.

Ace was, by every objective standard, a masterpiece of a man. He was twenty, brimming with a magnetic energy that seemed to pull everyone toward him. And then there were his… well, physical assets. The golden-tan skin, the dusting of freckles across his nose, and the fact that he spent approximately 99% of his waking life shirtless. You had spent months memorizing the ripple of his abdominal, the breadth of his shoulders, and the way his chest heaved when he laughed.

You wanted him. You wanted him with an intensity that terrified you. But you were shy - painfully so - and Ace, despite his reputation, was treating you like you were made of sugar. He kissed you sweetly; he held your hand with a tenderness that made your heart ache; he looked at you with such pure and unadulterated devotion that you felt like the center of his universe.

But he didn’t move.

As frustrated as you were, you had even gone so far as to sneak into a boutique at the last port, spending a small fortune on a set of lingerie. It was a deep, sultry crimson that you were certain would make his brain short-circuit, but it currently sat untouched in your chest, because every time you thought about putting it on, your face heated up and you imagined him looking at you with those wide, innocent eyes and you simply lost your nerve.

“Alright, sweetheart, enough with the daydreaming. If you’re going to “help” us, you might as well be honest about why you’re really here,” a voice called out.

You jumped, nearly knocking over a tray of saline solution or whatever they had called it. Nurse Hana, a woman in her thirties with a sharp gaze and a knowing smirk, was leaning against a cabinet, arms crossed. Beside her, Nurse Mimi, who was younger and significantly more mischievous, was giggling behind her hand.

You felt the heat crawl up your neck. “I… I just thought…”

“You’re thinking about our dear second commander,” Mimi chirped, stepping closer. “We got you figured out, sweetie. We’ve seen the way you look at him. And we’ve seen the way he looks at you. “It’s like watching two magnets that are too scared to actually click together. It’s exhausting for the rest of us, really.”

You slumped against the table, defeated. “Is it that obvious?”

“Honey, the entire crew is betting on when you two will finally stop just flirting and actually get laid,” Hana said bluntly.

You gasped, your face turning a shade of red that rivaled the lingerie you were currently wearing.

“I- we- it’s not like that!”

“Oh, please,” Mimi laughed, pulling you towards a cluster of chairs in the back of the ward where they were taking their break. “Sit. Tell us everything. What’s the hold-up? Is he not interested? Is he… lacking in the equipment department?”

“No!” You whispered urgently. “He’s perfect! He’s more than perfect! He’s just… he’s so gentle. I don’t know how to make him realize that I want him to stop being gentle. I don’t know how to start it without it being weird!”

The two nurses exchanged a look. A predatory one.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Hana sighed, though her eyes were twinkling. “You’re trying to wait for the man to lead, but Ace is a dork. A hot, muscular, oblivious dork. Men like that often need a very clear map to their destination. They’re terrified of overstepping, especially when they’re as smitten as he is.”

“So… what do I do?” you asked, your voice small.

Mimi leaned in, her expression becoming intensely focused. She clearly enjoyed this. “First of all, we need to talk about the visual. Do you have anything… provocative? Something that says ‘I am not a doll, I am a woman who wants you to take her’?”

You hesitated, then nodded slowly. “I have… some lace. Red.”

“Are you wearing it right now?”

“... Maybe.”

Mimi let out a triumphant shriek. “Perfect! Absolute gold! Listen to me: you tease him with it. You let him see a strap. You let him catch a glimpse of a thigh. Until he finally crumbles.”

For the next hour, the infirmary became a classroom of a very different sort than the one Ace was currently attending in the baths. While the commanders were giving Ace a technical manual on the mechanics of pleasure, the nurses were giving you a masterclass in the art of seduction.

And they were explicit.

“Don’t just wait for him to kiss you,” Hana instructed, gesturing with her hands. “Take the lead. Grab him by the back of the neck - he loves that, trust me, men with those shoulders have a weakness for being pulled in. Bite his lower lip. Just a little bit. It signals that you’re demanding his affection, not just accepting it.”

You felt dizzy just listening to her. “B-bite him?”

“Yes, bite him!” Mimi added enthusiastically. “And once you get him in the bedroom, don’t just lie there. Use your body. Rub yourself against him. Let him feel how much you want him through your clothes first. The friction is what drives him crazy, trust me. And for the love of God, use your hands. Explore him. He’s shirtless all day, right? Use that. Trace the lines of his muscles, linger on his chest, move down… slowly… until he’s practically begging you.”

“But what if I don’t know what to do… down there?” you whispered, your heart hammering.

Hana leaned back, her expression softening but remaining frank. “Listen, the first time is always a bit of a mess. He’s probably just as nervous as you are. The secret isn’t perfection, so don’t overthink what you should do for now; it’s enthusiasm. If you’re making noise, if you’re arching your back, if you’re telling him exactly how good he feels, he’ll feed off that. Guide him. If he goes somewhere you don’t like, move his hand. If he hits a spot that makes your toes curl, moan. Loudly. Men are simple creatures, they just want to know they’re winning.”

Mimi winked at you. “And remember: the more you treat it like a delicious secret you’re sharing, the more he’ll lose his mind. Seduction isn’t about the build-up. Make him ache for it. Make him feel like he’s starving and you’re the only feast in the world able to satisfy him.”

By the time you left the infirmary, your head was spinning. You felt like you had been given a secret weapon, but the weight of actually using it felt monumental. You walked back toward your quarters, your legs feeling a bit like jelly, the nurses’ voices echoing in your mind: Bite his lip. Use your hands. Make him ache.

As you reached your door, you saw a flash of orange and black.

Ace was standing there, leaning against the railing, looking like he had just stepped out of a storm. His hair was still damp, clinging to his forehead, and he was wearing his usual trousers, his chest bare and glistening slightly in the fading light.

He looked… different. He looked wired.

There was a strange, frantic energy in his eyes, a mixture of sheer terror and an almost violent level of horniness, that you had never seen in him before.

“Hey,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat, his face flushing a deep crimson. “Hey, Y/N.”

You stopped, your breath catching. You looked at his broad shoulders, the way the muscles of his chest flexed as he breathed, and suddenly, all you could think was: He’s a feast.

“Hi, Ace,” you replied, your voice sounding breathier than you intended.

He shifted his weight, looking everywhere but at you. “I… uh… the baths were… really educational. I mean! Not that I learned anything! I just… the guys were talking. About… stuff.”

You blinked. Educational? A sudden, suspicious thought crossed your mind. Had Ace been talking to the other commanders? Had he received his own version of the “crash course”?

The realization of that possibility sent a jolt of electricity through you. If he was just as desperate and “educated” as you were, then the tension between you was now stretched to the breaking point.

“Is that so?” you asked, taking a daring step closer.

Ace jumped slightly, his eyes finally snapping to yours. The look in them was searing. He looked like he wanted to devour you and apologize for it at the same time. “Yeah. I mean, I just… I really love you, Y/N. And I want… I want to be good for you. I want to make sure everything is… perfect.”

The “perfect” comment hit you right in the heart, but it also gave you the opening you needed. You remembered Hana’s words: Don’t wait for the man to lead.

You reached out, your hands trembling slightly, and pressed your palm flat against his chest. His skin was scorching - literally. He let out a sharp, strangled gasp, his entire body stiffening at the contact.

“Ace,” you whispered, sliding your hand upward, tracing the line of his pectoral muscle up toward his collarbone. “I don’t want perfect.”

Ace’s pupils dilated until his eyes were almost entirely black. He looked like he had forgotten how to breathe. “You… you don’t?”

“No,” you murmured, stepping into his space until your chest was brushing against his. You could feel the heat radiating off him in waves. “I just want you.”

Ace made a sound - a low, needy whimper that sent heat straight to your core. He instinctively reached out to wrap his arms around you, but he hesitated, his hands hovering an inch from your waist, still terrified of breaking you.

You didn’t let him hesitate. You reached up, grabbed the back of his neck - just like Hana said - and pulled him down.

What followed wasn’t a sweet kiss. It wasn’t the tentative, tasting-the-water kind of kiss you were used to. You slammed your lips against his with a hunger that surprised even you, and as you did, you caught his lower lip between your teeth and gave it a sharp, experimental nip.

Ace practically exploded.

A muffled sound escaped his throat, and his arms now fully slammed around you, hosting you off your feet and pinning you against the wooden wall of the corridor with a thud that probably woke up half the ship. He kissed you back with a desperation that was almost violent, his tongue seeking yours with a clumsy, frantic energy.

He was shaking. God, he was actually shaking in your arms.

“Y/N,” he gasped, breaking the kiss for a split second to press his forehead against yours. His breath was hot, his voice a ragged wreck. “I don’t… I’ve never… I don’t know if I’m doing this right!”

You laughed, a small, breathless sound, and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Neither do I, Ace. Just… just keep going.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He carried you into your room, kicking the door shut behind him with a loud bang.

The moment you hit the bed, Ace was a whirlwind of passion and total incompetence. He tried to be the suave, confident lover the commanders had described, but his nerves were shot. He went to pull your shirt over your head, but he got caught on your arm, nearly pulling you off the bed in the process.

“Sorry! I’m sorry!” he yelped, his face turning bright red. “I just- I wanted to be smooth! Thatch said the build-up is everything, and I’m like really trying to build it, but I’m just-”

You giggled, pulling him back down by his collar. “Ace, stop listening to Thatch. Just look at me.”

He stopped, his gaze falling on you. The heat in his eyes returned, that raw, hungry intensity that made your stomach flip. He leaned down, kissing your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, his movements becoming more confident as he stopped listening to his spiraling thoughts and started following the instincts of a man who had been starving for months.

Then, he felt it. The lace.

As he shifted his weight, his hand brushed against the edge of the crimson lingerie you were wearing beneath your clothes. He froze, his hands pausing on your hip. “What… is this?” he whispered, his voice sounding like it had been dragged through gravel.

“A surprise,” you whispered back, reaching down to slowly slide the fabric of your shirt where he had previously failed upward, revealing the intricate, daring red lace that hugged your curves.

Ace stared. Actually, he didn’t just stare; he looked like he had seen a vision of the gods. His jaw actually dropped, and for a moment, he looked completely paralyzed.

“You… you’re wearing… that’s… you look…” He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. “I think my brain just melted. Y/N, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life.”

The sincerity in his voice was so overwhelming that it almost broke the mood, but then he groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure longing, and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“I can’t… I can’t take it anymore,” he whimpered. “I want you so bad it hurts.”

You felt a surge of confidence, remembering the nurses’ advice. You reached down, your fingers brushing against the waistband of his trousers, and you felt him jump, a sharp intake of breath hissing through his teeth.

“Is this okay?” you whispered.

“Yes,” he gasped, his eyes wide and blown out. “Yes, please, anything, just… don’t stop.”

The next few minutes were a chaotic mix of tension and absolute clumsiness. Ace tried to implement the “slow and steady” approach Marco had suggested, but every time your skin touched his, he seemed to forget how to function. He tried to kiss your neck while simultaneously trying to remove his trousers, resulting in him accidentally rolling off the side of the bed with a loud thump.

You burst out laughing, clutching your stomach.

Ace popped his head up from the floor, his hair a disaster, his face flushed, looking like a giant, albeit horny golden retriever.

“I’m okay! I’m fine! I just… the angle was off!”

You reached down, grabbing his hand and pulling him back up. “You’re a dork, Ace.”

“Your dork,” he countered, lunging back onto the bed and pinning you beneath him. Now, the laughter faded, replaced by a heavy, seething heat. The air in the room felt thick, charged with the scent of the sea outside, fire, and an unbearable amount of anticipation.

Ace hovered over you, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding himself back. He looked at you - really looked at you - and the clumsiness vanished, replaced by a tenderness that was almost spiritual. He traced the line of your lip with his thumb, his expression one of pure awe.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I’m so nervous, Y/N. I really want this to be perfect for you.”

“It already is,” you replied, pulling his head down for another kiss.

As he began to explore your body, his hands shaking but his touch becoming more sure, you felt the world outside the room disappear. There was no Moby Dick, no Pops, none of your brothers - just the heat of his skin against yours and the rhythmic thud of two hearts beating in sync.

He moved down, his kisses trailing over your stomach, his breath hot against your skin. He remembered what Marco had mentioned, and you could tell he was thinking hard about it. He paused, his head tilting as he tried to remember exactly where the “center of the universe” was.

You let out a soft, encouraging moan, arching your back and guiding him with your hips. You had gotten rid of your shorts and underwear a long time ago.

“Right. There. Yes,” he whispered to himself, sounding like a student taking a final exam.

When he finally made contact with his tongue, you let out a sharp, loud cry, your fingers digging into his shoulders. The sensation was electric, a sudden explosion of pleasure that made your vision blur.

Ace froze, his eyes snapping up to yours, wide with panic. “Did I hurt you?! Did I do it wrong?! Oh god, I’m sorry, I-”

“No!” you gasped, pulling him back down. “No, Ace… it’s perfect. Don’t stop. Please, please, please.”

He let out a long, shuddering breath, a look of intense relief washing over him. He sank back into you with his tongue, his movements becoming more fluid and instinctive. The “education” from his brothers was still there in the back of his mind, but as the heat rose, only the raw, honest desire of two people who loved each other far more than they knew how to handle was left.

The tension eventually reached a fever pitch. Ace was hovering over you, his chest heaving, his eyes locked onto yours with a searing intensity that made you feel like you were melting into the sheets. He was a mess of freckles, sweat, and unbridled passion.

“I’m going to…” he started, his voice breaking. “I can’t… Y/N, I can’t hold it…”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down so there was no space left between you, your heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.

“Then don’t hold it,” you whispered. “Just give it to me.”

The tension had reached a point where it was no longer sustainable. With a ragged groan, Ace shifted, his movement hurried yet cautious, as he finally managed to rid himself of the last of his clothing.

For a moment, you simply froze.

You had spent months imagining him, memorizing every single visible inch of his shirtless torso, but you were entirely unprepared for the sight of him fully exposed. As he settled down between your thighs, the moonlight filtering through the porthole illuminated him, and your breath hitched in your threat.

He was magnificent.

You had never seen a man like this before - not really. You had heard the nurses talk, and you had caught glimpses of the crew in the baths, but this was different. This was Ace. He was thick and heavy, his length impressive and pulsing with a life of its own. He was already leaking, a small, glistening bead of pre-cum crowning the head of his cock, shimmering in the dim light. He looked desperate, his vein-mapped length twitching with every erratic beat of his heart.

You felt a wave of intense, dizzying curiosity wash over you. Your eyes widened, tracing the curve and the sheer size of him. He looked so powerful, yet as he looked down at you, his expression was one of complete, vulnerable surrender. He was trembling, his chest heaving, looking as though he might actually combust if you didn’t touch him soon.

“Y/N,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper, sounding completely wrecked. “I…I’m sorry if it’s… too much. I don’t know if I’m… normal.”

The slight insecurity in his voice, despite the imposing sight of him, made your heart swell. You reached out, your fingers hovering just an inch from his skin.

You could feel the heat off him, a literal warmth that made your fingertips tingle.

“Can I…?” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Can I touch you, Ace?”

He let out a half-sob, half-groan, his eyes closing tight. “Yes,” he choked out, “God, yes. Please.”

As your fingers finally made contact, Ace let out a sharp, strangled gasp. His skin was scorching, smoother than you expected, and incredibly sensitive. You started slowly, your hand wrapping around the base of him. You were surprised by how your hand couldn’t even fully close around the girth of him; he filled your palm and then some.

You felt him jump under your touch, a violent shiver racking his entire frame. You began to move your hand, a tentative, sliding motion upward to the crown. The feeling of the slick moisture between your skin and his made a small, needy sound escape your lips.

“Oh god,” Ace whimpered, his head falling back against the pillows. “Y/N… you’re… you’re actually doing it. You’re touching me. This… holy shit.”

You gained confidence, remembering the nurses’ advice about enthusiasm. You tightened your grip slightly and increased the pace, sliding your hand up and down the length of him. The friction was intoxicating. You watched him, captivated by the way his abdominal muscles rippled and clenched with every stroke.

Ace began to make sounds you had never heard of him - high-pitched moans and frequent whines that vibrated through the mattress. He gripped the sheets beside your head, his knuckles white, his hips beginning to stutter-step upward, instinctively seeking more pressure.

“Right there… just like that,” he gasped, his voice breaking. “Please, don’t stop… don’t ever stop.”

You shifted your body, rubbing your thigh against his hip, wanting to feel as much of him as possible. You started to move faster, your palm slick with his arousal, the sound of the wet filling the quiet room. Ace was practically sobbing now, his breath coming in short, jagged bursts. He looked absolutely desperate, his eyes blown wide and glazed with a level of pleasure that seemed to be bordering on pain.

Driven by a sudden, daring impulse, you decided to try something more. You slid down the bed, your hair spilling over his thighs, and looked up at him.

Ace looked down at you, his face a mask of pure shock. “What are you… Y/N?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you leaned forward and opened your mouth, tentatively taking the head of his cock inside.

The sensation was overwhelming for both of you. The taste of him was salty and warm, and the feeling of him filling your mouth was an intimacy that felt almost sacred. You swirled your tongue around the tip, mimicking the movements you’d imagined doing countless times already.

The reaction was instantaneous.

Ace let out a scream - a loud, shocked sound that was cut off as his entire body went rigid. He didn’t even have time to move his hips; the mere sensation of your mouth, the warmth and the wetness, was the final straw for his overstimulated nerves.

He bucked upward, his hands flying to your shoulders to steady himself, and then he exploded.

You felt the hot pulses of his release hitting the back of your throat, a sudden flood of heat that left you breathless. He came with a violence that surprised you, his body shaking with powerful, uncontrollable spasms as he emptied himself into you.

He groaned your name over and over, until he finally collapsed back into the bed, completely spent.

Silence fell over the room, broken only by the sound of your synchronized, heavy breathing.

You slowly pulled away, licking your lips, and looked up at him. Ace was staring at the ceiling, his chest still heaving, his face a shade of red that rivaled his necklace. He looked utterly devastated.

“I… I did it,” he whispered, his voice sounding hollow. “I actually… I lasted about three seconds.”

He covered his face with his hands, a muffled groan of pure embarrassment escaping him. “I’m such an idiot. I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted to be a legend in the bedroom like Thatch said, and I just… I just blew it immediately.”

You felt a wave of tenderness wash over you. You crawled back up his body, pressing your chest against his, and kissed his cheek softly.

“Ace, look at me,” you murmured.

He peeked through his fingers, his eyes wide and sheepish.

“It was perfect,” you whispered, smiling. “You were so… intense. And I’ve never had anyone make me feel the way you do. Who cares about being a legend? I just want you. You’re allowed to not immediately get everything right during your first time.”

Ace let out a long, shuddering breath, the tension leaving his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight against his chest, burying his face in your neck. “You’re too good to me, Y/N.” I don’t deserve you.”

“Hush,” you giggled, rubbing his back.

As you lay there, you felt a familiar, aching throb between your own legs. Ace had found his release, but you were still vibrating, your body humming with a need that hadn’t been satisfied from his earlier try.

You shifted slightly, rubbing your center against his thigh, and let out a small, involuntary moan.

Ace stiffened, his senses returning. He pulled back slightly, looking at your flushed face and the way your eyes were clouded with desire. He looked down at your lower half, then back at you, a look of realization dawning on his face.

“You’re… you’re still…”

“I am,” you whispered, your voice sounding small and needy. “Ace… I’ve never… I’ve never had an orgasm. I don’t know how it feels.”

The embarrassment vanished from Ace’s face, replaced by a fierce intensity. He might have been a novice, but the love he felt for you was a powerful motivator.

“I’m going to give it to you,” he vowed, his voice returning to that low tone that made your toes curl. “I don’t care if I’m a dork. I’m going to make you feel everything and do it right this time.”

He moved with a new kind of purpose. He shifted his body, gently pushing you back onto the pillows and sliding down between your legs. You gasped as he parted your thighs again, his eyes admiring you with a reverence that made you feel like a goddess.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against your inner thigh.

He started with his mouth once again, kissing the soft skin of your legs, moving higher and higher. You trembled, your fingers digging into the sheets as he approached the center of your heat. When his tongue finally made contact with your clitoris, you let out a sharp, loud cry, your hips arching off the bed.

“Is this… is this still right? Like before?” he asked, glancing up at you, his lips glistening.

“Yes!” you gasped. “Oh god, yes, right there!”

Ace didn’t need further instruction. He dove back in, his tongue working with a rhythmic intensity that made you see stars. He was applying the lessons from the baths perfectly after a little but of fooling around. You were a mess already, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

Then, he added his fingers.

He slid two fingers inside you, the friction of his movement complementing the stimulation of his tongue. You felt full, stretched, and utterly consumed by him.

You began to moan loudly, the sound echoing in the small room, your head tossing from side to side.

“That’s it, Y/N… just let go,” Ace murmured against your skin, his voice encouraging. “Tell me what you need.”

“More… please, Ace, more!” you cried out, your voice breaking.

He increased the pressure, his fingers curling upward, hitting a spot that sent a jolt of pure electricity through your entire spine. You felt a tension building deep within you, a coil tightening tighter and tighter until it felt like you were about to snap.

The world blurred. The sounds of the ship faded. There was only the heat of Ace’s mouth and the rhythmic drive of his hand.

Suddenly, the coil snapped.

A wave of intense, crashing pleasure slammed into you, starting at your core and radiating outward to the tips of your fingers. You screamed his name, your body shaking in a violent, prolonged orgasm that felt like a thousand suns exploding behind your eyelids. You gripped his hair, pulling him closer as you rode the wave of pleasure, your breath hitching in a series of sobbing gasps.

As the intensity slowly faded, you collapsed back into the mattress, completely limp and glowing.

Ace pulled back, looking up at you with a triumphant, beaming smile. He looked proud and his eyes were shining with affection.

“Did I… did I do it?” he asked breathlessly.

You couldn’t even speak for a moment.

You just reached down and pulled him up, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him with everything you had.

“You did it, Ace,” you whispered against his lips that tasted like your juices. “You did it perfectly.”

He let out a contended sigh, rolling over to pull you into the crook of his arm.

You lay entwined in Ace’s arms, your breath finally beginning to level out, your skin humming with a glow that had nothing to do with the dim moonlight filtering through the porthole. For a few minutes, the world was nothing but the steady, thumping rhythm of Ace’s heart against your ear and the soft, contented sighs he let out into your hair.

But as the initial haze of the orgasm receded, a new kind of tension began to coil in the pit of your stomach. You were satisfied, yes, but there was still a lingering, hollow ache. The “main event” was still looming, a mountain neither of you had ever climbed, and the anticipation was starting to feel like a physical weight.

Ace seemed to be feeling it too. You could tell by the way his grip on you tightened slightly, his fingers tracing mindlessly, shaky patterns across your lower back. He was quiet, but his body was radiating a heat that was bordering on feverish.

“Y/N?” he whispered, his voice still a ragged, low wreck.

“Yeah?” you murmured, tilting your head back to look at him.

He looked completely undone. His freckles seemed to stand out more against his flushed skin, and his eyes were wide, searching your face with a mixture of raw adoration and a mounting, desperate nervousness. He looked like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, terrified of the fall but dying to jump.

“I… I want to,” he started, his voice cracking. “I mean, if you’re still up for it. I don’t want to rush you, or… or make you feel like I’m just trying to get to the end. I just… I really want to be inside you.”

The honesty in his voice sent a shiver of heat straight to your core. You didn’t answer with words; instead, you shifted your body, sliding your leg over his hip and pulling him closer, your chest brushing against his. You could feel him stirring against you, the hard, pulsing length of him returning with a vengeance, pressing firmly against your thigh.

“I want you too, Ace,” you breathed.

A low, guttural sound escaped his throat, and for a second, it looked like he might just dive in, driven by pure instinct. But then, a flicker of memory crosses his face.

He froze, his eyes widening as he remembered the final piece of advice from Thatch.

“Right! Protection!” he gasped, suddenly scrambling backward.

The sudden movement was so abrupt that he nearly rolled off the bed again. You let out a startled giggle as he frantically began searching through his trousers, which were discarded in a heap on the floor. He dove into the fabric, his movements chaotic and hurried, until he finally produced a small, square foil packet.

He held it up like it was a piece of ancient treasure, staring at it with a look of profound confusion.

“How… how does this actually work again?” he muttered to himself, his brow furrowed in intense concentration.

You watched, half-amused and half-endeared, as the formidable second commander of the Whitebeard Pirates engaged in a life-or-death struggle with a piece of latex. He tried to open the packet with his teeth, but in his haste, he nearly ripped the condom itself. He let out a small, panicked yelp, his face turning a shade of crimson that rivaled the ripe tomatoes in Thatch’s kitchen.

“Dammit! Thatch made it sound so easy!” he hissed, his fingers fumbling with the edges of the foil. “He just said ‘use protection’, he didn’t give me a manual!”

“Do you want help?” you offered, your voice trembling with suppressed laughter.

“No! No, I got this! I’m a pirate! I can handle a small piece of rubber!” he declared with a burst of misplaced confidence.

He finally managed to get the condom out, but then came the actual application.

Because he was so wired - his heart racing and his hands shaking from the sheer intensity of his arousal - the process was anything but smooth. He struggled to get the positioning right, his fingers slipping, his movements clumsy. At one point, he accidentally pinched himself, letting out a sharp “Ow!” that made you burst into full-blown laughter.

“Stop laughing!” he groaned, though he was grinning despite his obvious frustration. “This is a high-stress operation!”

After several minutes of trial and error, and a fair amount of breathless cursing, he finally managed it. He let out a triumphant huff, looking at himself with a sense of accomplishment as if he had just navigated the Grand Line without a Log Pose.

He crawled back over to you, his eyes darkening as he settled between your thighs. The atmosphere shifted instantly from comedic to searing. The laughter died away, replaced by a heavy, expectant silence. Ace hovered over you, his arms shaking as he braced himself on either side of your head.

“Are you… are you okay? Are you sure?” he whispered, his voice dripping with so much love it made a genuine smile break out on your lips. He was perfect.

“I’m sure, Ace. Just… be gentle,” you whispered back.

He nodded, his expression one of absolute focus. He guided himself to your entrance, the tip of him brushing against you. You felt a sharp intake of breath from both of you. The heat radiating off him was immense, and as he began to push forward, the sensation was unlike anything you had ever experienced.

“It wasn’t the effortless slide the commanders had implied to him. Instead, it was a slow, pressured stretch. You felt your muscles tighten instinctively, a small gasp of discomfort escaping your lips as you felt the sheer girth of him filling you.

Ace stopped instantly. He froze, his muscles locking up, his eyes wide with terror.

“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’ll stop, I’ll-”

“No,” you gasped, reaching up to cup his face, your fingers digging into his cheeks. “No, don’t stop. It’s just… it’s a lot. It’s just the first time. Just… stay still for a second. Let me get used to it.”

Ace stayed perfectly still, though he looked like he was vibrating. He was holding his breath, his chest heaving, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that felt like it could burn through the sheet. You could feel him pulsing inside you, a heavy, insistent throb that echoed the beat of your own heart.

Slowly, the initial discomfort began to face, replaced by a feeling of incredible fullness.

It was an overwhelming sensation, a physical connection so deep it felt emotional. You shifted your hips slightly, testing the feeling, and let out a long, shaky sigh of relief.

“Okay,” you whispered, your voice breathy and warm. “I’m okay. You… you can move now, Ace.”

You expected him to dive in right in. Instead, the moment you gave him permission, Ace let put a sound that could only be described as a whimper.

He didn’t move. In fact, he seemed to sink even deeper into the mattress, his forehead dropping to rest against your shoulder, his body shuddering violently.

“Ace?” you asked, confused. “Why aren’t you moving?”

He let out a choked, needy groan, his voice muffled against your skin. “I… I can’t,” he rasped, his breath hot and erratic.

“What do you mean you can’t?”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, and you saw that his eyes were completely glazed, his pupils blown wide. He looked absolutely wrecked to say the least.

“Y/N… you feel… holy shit, you feel so good,” he whimpered, a stray tear of sheer overstimulation pricking the corner of his eye. “If I move… if I even move an inch right now… I think I’m literally going to cum again. I can’t… I can’t handle it.”

You blinked, a small, surprised laugh escaping you. “Are you serious? You’re the second commander! You have legendary stamina!”

“Not when I’m inside you!” he wailed softly, his voice cracking. “It’s too much! It’s like… like I’m being hugged from the inside! I’m losing my mind, Y/N! I’m actually losing it!”

The sight of him - this powerful, stubborn pirate, completely defeated by the simple sensation of being inside you - was the most erotic thing you had ever seen. You felt a surge of playful confidence, remembering the nurses’ words about taking the lead.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back, and gave a sharp, deliberate tug, pulling him deeper.

Ace let out a loud, undignified shriek, his back arching off the bed. “OH GOD! STOP! NO, DON’T STOP! BUT STOP!”

“You’re such a dork,” you giggled, your voice dripping with affection. You began to move your hips in a slow, grinding circle, testing the friction.

Ace made a sound that was once again half-sob, half-moan. He gripped the headboard behind you so hard that the wood groaned under the pressure. “I’m going to die,” he gasped, his eyes rolling back. “I am actually going to die right here on this bed. This is it. Tell Pops I love him.”

“You’re not dying, Ace. You’re just sensitive and dramatic,” you teased, increasing the pace slightly.

As the rhythm established itself, Ace finally found his footing, his movements transitioning from erratic shudders to deep, purposeful thrusts. He wasn’t “smooth” in the way a seasoned lover might be - he was too eager, often pushing too fast or missing the angle - but every single movement was fueled by a level of devotion that was intoxicating.

“Is this… is this okay?” he panted, his voice returning to that low, commanding tone, though it was still punctuated by the occasional whimper. “Am I… am I doing it right?”

“Yes,” you moaned, your head tossing from side to side. “Right there… oh god, Ace, yes!”

Hearing your pleasure seemed to give him a second wind. He stopped worrying about the “manual” and started listening to your body. He remembered Marco’s words about changing the pace, slowing down just as you were reaching a peak, only to drive back in with a sudden intensity that made you scream his name.

The room felt like it was catching fire. The heat radiating from Ace’s skin was literal now, the air shimmering around him as his emotions flared. Every time he hit that specific spot you felt a jolt of electricity shoot through your spine, and Ace would let out a ragged, needy sound, as if he were the one receiving the pleasure.

“I love you,” he gasped, his voice breaking as he buried his face in your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your toes curl. “I love you so much, Y/N. I can’t… I can’t believe this is real.”

The emotional weight of his words, combined with the physical intensity of the act, pushed you over the edge. You felt the coil tighten, the tension building into a crescendo that felt like a tidal wave crashing over you. You gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his tan skin, and let out a loud, prolonged cry as your orgasm slammed into you.

Ace didn’t wait long to follow after you. The moment he felt your internal muscles clench around him in the throes of release, he lost the last shred of his control.

“Y/N!” he moaned, his voice echoing through the entire room.

He delivered one final, deep thrust, pinning you against the mattress with the full weight of his body. Then he stiffened, his muscles locking up in a violent spasm as he emptied himself into the condom. He groaned your name over and over, a long, shuddering release that left him completely spent, his breath coming in jagged, sobbing gasps.

For a long time, neither of you moved. You lay there in a tangle of sweaty limbs and tangled sheets, the only sound the creaking of the Moby Dick as it swayed in the ocean waves.

Eventually, Ace shifted, rolling to the side but keeping you tucked firmly against his chest. He let out a long, contented sigh, his eyes half-closed and dreamy.

“So,” you whispered, your voice sounding small and satisfied. “How was the ‘main event’?”

Ace let out a soft, sheepish chuckle, kissing the top of your head. “I think… I think I might have failed the technical part. I definitely… messed up on the way.”

You giggled, snuggling closer to him. “I don’t know. I think you did just fine for a novice.”

“A novice, huh?” He grinned, a flash of his usual confidence returning. He tightened his grip on you, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes. “Well, the thing about novices is that they’re very eager to practice. I think I might need a few more… educational sessions. Just to make sure I’ve mastered the technique.”

You laughed, your heart full. “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice dropping back into that low, dangerous register as he began to nuzzle your ear. “I think we should probably start with a review of a few different positions. You know… for science.”

You laughed. “Hm. For science. Of course.”

The sun hadn’t even begun to peek over the horizon, and the Moby Dick was shrouded in a heavy, pre-dawn mist. At roughly 5:00 AM, the ship was usually silent, save for the rhythmic splashing of the waves and the occasional snoring of a crew member.

Except for the commander’s deck.

Edward Newgate, the strongest man in the world, stepped out onto the main deck for his early morning sake, his massive frame cutting through the fog. He stopped mid-strike, his eyes blinking in confusion. There, huddled around a small table on the docks of the upper deck, were his top commanders.

It was a sight that would have terrified any enemy fleet. Marco, Thatch, Vista, Jozu and Izou were all present, but they didn’t look like the formidable leaders of the Whitebeard Pirates. They looked like survivors of a shipwreck.

Marco was slumped over the table, his face pressed against the wood, one eye open and twitching. Thatch was staring blankly into a bottle of sake, drinking straight from the neck with a thousand-yard stare. Vista’s legendary mustache was drooping, and Izou was rubbing his temples with a look of profound spiritual exhaustion. Jozu was simply sitting in silence, staring at a wall as if trying to erase a memory from his soul.

They were surrounded by empty bottles and half-eaten plates of snacks, looking like they hadn’t slept in three days.

“Gurarara!” Whitebeard’s booming laugh echoed across the deck. “What in the world is this? A secret meeting?”

The commanders didn’t even jump. They didn’t have the energy to be startled.

Marco let out a slow, rattling sigh. “Pops… please. Just… stop talking. The vibrations of your voice are too much for my brain right now, yoi.”

Whitebeard paused, leaning down to peer at his sons. “You all look like you’ve been fighting a Yonko for forty-eight hours. What happened?”

Thatch slowly lifted his head. A single tear of regret rolled down his cheek. “Worse, Pops. Much worse.”

“Explain,” Whitebeard commanded, though he sounded amused.

“We gave him a crash course,” Izou whispered, his voice a mixture of horror and betrayal. “We thought we were being helpful. We thought we were guiding him. We thought we were protecting our little sister by ensuring Ace knew what he was doing.”

Whitebeard blinked. “Ace and Y/N? I figured they’d finally gotten around to it.”

At the mention of the couple, the entire group of commanders flinched simultaneously, as if they had been struck by a physical blow.

“You don’t understand, Pops,” Vista groaned, covering his eyes with one hand. “The walls on the commander’s floor are thick. They are very thick. But Ace… He really doesn’t do anything halfway. The sheer… volume… the enthusiasm… the screaming…”

“He’s a monster,” Jozu grunted, his voice hollow. “A loud, passionate monster.”

The commander shared a look of collective trauma. They had spent the last several hours trapped in a psychological war, listening to the evidence of Ace implementing every single piece of advice they had given him - and then some.

Because they saw you as their precious baby sister, every moan, every gasp, every loud thud against the wall had felt like a personal attack on their sanity.

Thatch suddenly slammed his bottle onto the table, his expression one of pure agony.

“I regret it!” he wailed, his voice cracking. “I regret teaching him! Why did I tell him about the neck?! Why did I mention the clitoris?! I’ve created a beast and now I have to live with the mental images!”

“I told him to change the pace, yoi,” Marco muttered into the table, sounding defeated. “I didn’t realize he’d take “driving her crazy” as a literal mission objective. I can still hear it. I can still hear her screaming his name. I think I have permanent hearing loss in my left ear.”

Whitebeard stared at them for a long moment, then he let out a laugh so massive it nearly knocked Thatch off his chair.

“Gurarara! It seems the boy is really thorough!”

“It’s not thorough, Pops! It’s an auditory assault!” Izou snapped, though he looked too tired to actually be angry.

Just as a heavy, blessed silence fell over the group, a sound drifted across the deck from the direction of the commander’s quarters.

“ACE! OH MY GOD, ACE-!!!”

The scream was followed by a loud, unmistakable THUMP that vibrated through the floorboards of the ship. The commanders froze. As one, they all slowly turned their heads toward the sound.

Thatch let out a broken whimper and leaned forward, burying his face in the sake bottle. Marco simply closed his eyes and began to pray to a god he didn’t even believe in.

“I’m retiring,” Marco whispered. “I’m leaving the crew. I’m moving to a deserted island where the only sound is the wind, yoi.”

[reinerismwrld]

gamer!ace

PAIRING: Portgas D. Ace x f!Reader

GENRE: Smut

WARNINGS: Swearing, voyeurism (if you squint). 

WORD COUNT: 1.1k words

WARNINGS: Modern!AU

gamer!ace who didn’t really pay attention to his hands until he saw you looking at them every single time he was playing on his computer

gamer!ace who realized that you look at his fingers, not only while playing, but basically always, mostly when he’s doing any other thing that requires him to do a lot of manual work

gamer!ace who uses this to his advantage, and enjoys torturing you while he’s eating (he licks his fingers slowly), while the two of you are lying on his bed (you can feel his fingers roam all over your body), while the two of you are out (his hand always resting on your leg where you can see his fingers caressing your skin), making you a blushing mess

gamer!ace who, after noticing this, invited you to his house whenever he was going to play because he loved the attention you gave him

gamer!ace who changed the setup of his gaming station and also bought a new gamer chair for you, so he could have you close and for you to enjoy the view more

gamer!ace who loves teasing you with his hands whenever he’s playing with his brothers, not caring one bit if they listen to all the sounds you try so hard to keep down

gamer!ace who loves to rub your clit when he’s not playing, finding it more entertaining to tease you

gamer!ace who after leaving you on edge, returns to his game, not before licking his fingers to get a taste of you

gamer!ace who enjoys looking at you in the corner of his eyes, seeing you all impatient

gamer!ace who takes advantage of every pause he has while playing to keep edging you, and when he stops, doesn’t let you close your legs, wanting to see your glistening pussy whenever he can

gamer!ace who one night, while playing with his brothers online, wanted to see how much you could handle being edge

gamer!ace who asked you to be silent, but was hoping for you to not have any sense of control since he loves the thrill of the thought of Luffy and Sabo hearing 

gamer!ace who was pretty adamant about you wearing a skirt for him to have free and easy access to your pussy so he could tease you however he pleased

“Are you close?” Ace whispered in your ear, even if he was muted. He loved getting on your nerves, and after an hour and a half of teasing you and leaving you on edge, he just said that in order to give you a little bit of hope, so you could think he would have mercy on you.

“Ace, please, just one time. I need it.” You grabbed his forearm, trying your best to not let him stop.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” You felt his nose caressing your right cheek, he didn’t take his sight from his fingers, which right now were rubbing your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

“Please, just let me cum, just this once. I’ll do anything.” You moaned and tried your best not to look as desperate as you were feeling. You knew if he saw you crack, he was going to keep delaying your release.

Your whole body was so tense due to all the pent-up energy. You hated this feeling, but the end was so worth it.

“I don’t know, I kinda like you like this, all worked up and begging me.” He smirked, enjoying your pain. Cheeky bastard.

“Ace…” you groaned, and clenched your teeth.

“Fuck, I need to get back.” You saw how Ace was starting to move away from you, and you tried your best to stop him.

“No no no, wait, Ace.” As much as you tried your best to keep him with you, he was stronger, and since you were weak due to all the edging, well, you weren’t even a match for him.

“I promise, just one more round and I’m all yours.” You sighed. You knew it wasn’t going to finish that quickly. You knew that at least he was going to keep playing for another hour. He quickly licked his middle finger, and hummed, enjoying how you tasted.

You whispered a small “fuck,” and tried your best not to look as bothered as you felt. Ace, on the other hand, felt pretty content and pleased. He loved to edge you for one simple reason. After edging you for so long, you were always so tight that he just needed to give you a proper fuck. 

But to be honest, you were starting to get tired. And an idea came to your head. If Ace wasn’t going to give you what you wanted, then you were going to do it. You started to move your hand down to your clit, but Ace stopped you. 

“Don’t you dare.” Ace didn’t care if he lost this round. He was the only one who could pleasure you. That’s one of the reasons he was your boyfriend. 

“Then help me. Do something.” You answered a little too loudly, loud enough for Luffy and Sabo to hear the two of you.

Ace didn’t say anything and just moved his hand to your core. You looked him right into his eyes, and god, if Ace was standing up, he would fall to his knees and do whatever you wanted. How could he say no to you?

“Fuck.” you gasped as Ace resumed the movements of his fingers on your clit. He went and kissed you, trying his best to muffle your sounds, remembering he didn’t mute his mic. You started to pant and grabbed the armrest of your chair. Even if he enjoyed the thrill of others hearing, your moans were something he could only hear. Without you noticing, he muted his mic.

“Are you close? Are you gonna cum, baby?” You could only nod, too fucked out to give a proper answer. “Then do it, cum in my fingers, let me feel you.” Ace started to move his fingers faster, wanting to finally give you a proper release after holding out for so long. 

You crashed your head into the headrest and rolled your eyes. Of course, you weren’t going to last for so long. But you were glad Ace was finally giving you all his attention.

As your climax came, you felt a charge of electricity run through your whole body as you closed your legs around Ace's arm. He slowed down, riding you through your orgasm. You felt your arms and legs go limp and carefully let out a long breath.

Ace stayed there for a few seconds, not wanting to move, and enjoying the wetness his fingers were feeling. With his other arm, he slowly opened your thighs and moved his fingers through your core, wanting to gather all your juices in his fingers. You hissed at the feeling.

“Open up.” Automatically, you did what he said, not registering one bit of his words. You wrapped your lips around his fingers and licked him clean. Your stomach did a flip, and you couldn’t believe you wanted more.

“I swear just one more round baby, and I’m all yours.” You nodded and closed your eyes. This was going to be a long night, but you were glad you at least got what you wanted for now.

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