Since this is going to be something of a chapter story, I decided to try and round things up nice and tidy here. It starts innocent enough, but I'm thinking of trying to do a little NSFW content here, if the story leads that way. As for Gambit's accent, totally winging EVERYTHING. I'm typing things out how I pronounce words (I'm from South Georgia and have a thick accent myself) and trying to also incorporate (Terrible Google Translate) French in there. Bare with me please. Any comment/concerns/suggestions/constructive criticism is encouraged.
I'll be honest, I'm not sure what I'm doing, despite being on this site for years, I'm not fancy, and don't really know how to make things pretty.
OC Mutation: Empathy - (She was born with this one) The ability to sense and manipulate the emotions (including feelings, moods and their affects) for herself, people, animals and other creatures. Whether by increasing, decreasing, creating/causing or otherwise channeling emotions.
Siren's Song - (This ability developed at puberty) The ability to speak and/or sing and charm/hypnotize anyone/thing who hears her. This only works on flesh and blood creatures (IE humans and animals) who can hear her.
Also just gimme the whole waking up w messy hair and the shirt slipping off of one shoulder cant deny that you had a good sleep that night kind of sleep
The softest most disarming looking Ace ever esp if hes still waking up and all squinty and incoherent like ask him a question and he just grunts in response
Sjdh Marco tugging off his shirt and hanging it over his desk chair, wanders off to take a shower and comes back to find Ace has stolen his shirt and bundled up in it as well as burrowed beneath the blankets
Ace runs hot but bc heat doesnt bother him i like to think he likes warmth, like actively smothers himself if he can, something about cocooned heat is comforting
Its why Marco has to sleep shirtless actually, because Ace insists on becoming a human sized furnace every night
Sailing thru winter biomes is a godsend bc he can crack the porthole and not suffocate for once
Its unconscious, he has no idea he’s even doing it, just a soft glow pulsing beneath his ribcage
It highlights his jaw in a muted orange sunset colour and reflects off his hair and eyelashes
Unbeknownst to Ace, Marco coaxes his flames out, orange and gold licking out towards mythical blue, unable to resist the call of something primordial and eternal
Maybe its selfish of him to steal some of Ace’s warmth for himself, but he cant help it, not when its so freely given
Marco sometimes gives into his phoenix at night and allows himself to possessively loom over Ace, eyes glowing, arms braced over and around him, feathers and bird scale erupting over his shoulders and down his arms, talons threatening to split his fingertips in his wanting
The phoenix is a haughty hedonistic beast that is wholly aware of its godbeing status and immortality, why shouldnt it be allowed to indulge in things it finds interesting, or pleasing to the eye, its not like anything could stop it from taking what it wants
Its a shame its chosen host represses the majority of these desires
But dead night coaxes a hidden facet to the lovliest of creatures and the phoenix embedded inside Marco is not exempt, unable to hold back the cruelest intentions manifesting in a predator entity like the phoenix
So he lets themselves watch over Ace when he sleeps, forever oblivious to the pale shining eyes boring into the side of his face
If Ace ever catches Marco looking at him weirdly he’s probably too polite to say anything about it
Thatch however has a few choice words for the Phoenix like he doesnt know much about bird stuff but this is definitely bird stuff
Marco ruffled loses the downy feathers pricking at the nape of his neck and asks him to elaborate and thatch shrugs like you look like you wanna eat the dude whole, calm down, he’s not going too far
Marco, the phoenix wants to argue that He’s wrong, last time Ace did go somewhere and it almost cost him his life. He won’t let Ace go off on his own like that ever again, Deuce will accompany Ace on this mission, as promised
Thatch doesnt really have much to say about this, he had after all been kind of the catalyst in the whole, teach, betrayal got stabbed marineford happened fiasco
They owe Trafalagar more than they could possibly hope to offer
Still bird things. He doesnt like the zeroed unblinking stare Marco sometimes gets around Ace these days
Anyway u know whats super cute in a fucked up way Ace is probably okay with it like this is a mythical creature that has made its nest hypothetically speaking with him
Its sweet in an unnerving way to know that something this ancient and powerful likes him enough (oh Ace you do not know the depths of this things obsession) to want to keep him safe
It took a bit of time for him to understand that Marco and his phoenix are separate entities and cohost or smth, like Marco is still Marco and is also the Phoenix but there is a distinct personality to the zoan aspect of Marcos self that demands a great deal of respect
the sexual tendencies of firefist ace include (but are not limited to):
hand holding. he likes to lace your fingers together while you're on your back and anchor himself there. he's touch starved, so this does a lot for him
steaming. the crew knows ace has been fucking from the way he steams afterwards. sweat evaporates from his burning hot skin in a cloud of steam
kissing. this is all it takes for ace to get the most obvious of boners. he loves the feeling of your soft lips on his hot skin, and after a few too many, he might cum in his pants from the anticipation alone. also loves rubbing his tongue against yours and swapping spit
sniffing. he loves to smell you and be as close as possible. he dips his nose in the crook of your neck, takes long whiffs of your cunt before eating you out, even sticks his face in your armpits because you smell that good to him
ass smacking. he is an ass man. marco had a talk with him about being more gentle after seeing a bright red handprint on your ass. ace has to find you so you can tell marco that you like it and you think ace should smack it harder
eating. ace is an eater, obviously. he didn't have much experience before you, but makes up for lost time whenever you allow him to. he's so infatuated with your taste that you'll tug him away by the hair to give you a moment of peace. but you'll see his eyes rolled back and his dripping chin and realize you can't deny him before inviting him back to suck on your throbbing clit
getting bit. ace loves when you mark him up. no such thing as too many hickeys as he will flaunt them shirtlessly like badges of honor. and you love sucking on his warm skin, drawing blood whenever you can. the nurses are convinced you're trying to eat each other
choking. he loves the fucked out look on your face when he wraps his long fingers around your throat. when he squeezes extra hard, tears spill out of the corners of your eyes and you bite your lip to keep from drooling
dacryphilia. he can't get enough of your fucked out face -- mouth wide open with your eyes squeezed shut as tears trail out of the corners of your eyes when he has you in a mean mating press. he's always sure to lick them up and drool them back into your mouth
new chapter of you're cold and i burn comes out tomorrow <3
Portgas D Ace watching as he slides into you for the first time.
"Keep going," you say as your face scrunches slightly. It doesn't necessarily hurt, but it's a lot. Yet here you are, working so hard to take all of him.
#11 with Ace, maybe about a bet and the reward a kiss 🥺
my lovely smol flower! thank you for the request <3 i had a lot of fun writing this and it ended up being way above the word limit i set for myself for this event 😂 i really hope you enjoy this story!! 🥺
flufftober ⟢ "double or nothing?" || ace x reader
“I bet those magic mushrooms Marco’s looking for are up there on those hills.”
“Oh, yeah? I don’t think so." You playfully punched your best friend's arm, "And for the last time, Ace, it’s not a magic mushroom. It’s a medicinal plant, and I bet they grow down there, near the river.”
“And if you’re wrong?”
“C’mon, Ace.” You chuckled, “You know better than to bet against me. You’ve never won once!”
“Well, who knows?" He shrugged, grinning cheekily, "Maybe today’s the day!”
“And what do you want if you win, hmm?"
You knew it was a redundant question. You and Ace bet on everything — from old-fashioned card games to silly little guesses like what Thatch would serve for dinner. And every time, without fail, he would request for one thing only as his prize. Not that he ever won it.
He stepped towards you, his fingers slightly tipping your chin upward. Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, he cooed, “I want a kiss.”
Your heart stuttered, as it always did whenever he declared his chosen reward. “You’re relentless, aren’t you?”
"Hey, you can't blame a guy for trying." He said with a smirk.
"Alright, then." You poked your index finger right on his bare chest, "And if I win, you're doing my dishwashing duties for a week."
"Only a week? You're being generous today." He teased. “Meet you back here around noon? Should be enough time to circle the area.”
As you go your separate ways, left only with the company of the still forest, your mind wandered to the man you considered your closest friend. It would be a lie if you said you never thought of him as something more, but everything was always a gamble with Ace. Most of the time, it was impossible to tell whether he was serious, or merely playful about his advances towards you.
Distracted by the noise in your head, noon came swiftly with nothing to show for your mediocre efforts.
Ace was already there when you returned — seated on the ground, his back against a tree trunk, and his hat covering his face. Fast asleep. A pile of mushrooms, exactly like the drawing Marco showed you and Ace before he sent you two off on this hunt, was resting right next to him.
“Wake up, idiot.” You crouched to place his hat back upon his head. “You won.”
Ace's eyes slowly opened, bleary at first, but instantly alert — pupils dilating — once he noticed you. He grinned, “I told you today’s the day.”
You cautiously sat beside him, quietly fidgeting with your trembling hands before finally saying, "Well, go on, then.” You turned to face him, only to find him already looking at you. Leaning in slightly, as if pulled by an invisible string, you breathed out, “Get your kiss.”
Ace’s gaze flitted down to your lips, staying there for a second before returning to your eyes. The rhythm of your heart went awry as he inched closer and closer. Your eyelids were fluttering shut when, rather abruptly, Ace pulled back.
“Double or nothing?”
“W-What?” You spluttered, face burning.
Ace cleared his throat, "There's another herb Marco wanted us to find, right? Those little leaves shaped like hearts. I bet I can collect more than you within 30 minutes.” He patted your cheek, "And because I'm a gentleman, if you win, I'll even still honor your wish instead of you just owing me nothing."
Confusion turned to embarrassment, then frustration, and you shot to your feet.
"Fine! Double the bet, for all I care." You snapped, storming off towards the trees without another word.
Damn him for playing with your feelings like that.
You resisted an urge to scream as you trudged deeper into the forest, your trampling footsteps scaring a few rabbits along the way.
The heart-shaped herb was not a challenge to find at all. Unlike the mushrooms, they seemed to grow everywhere on this island. You furiously, but carefully — Marco would've scolded you if you were reckless with the plants — plucked as many as you could.
You stomped all the way back to the meeting spot with a few minutes to spare, but again, Ace was already waiting for you.
His lips curled upwards when he saw your bag full of the herb, but the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. He showed you his empty hands. "I circled my side of the forest twice but couldn’t find those blasted plants anywhere.”
Liar.
“Why?” You demanded.
“Why what?”
“You won the first bet. Why didn’t you just… You know…" Heat rushed to your cheeks, “Claim your reward?”
"Well," Ace chuckled humorlessly, eyes soft as he slowly confessed, "That’s because when— if we kissed, I want it to be because you wanted it. Not because you lost some stupid bet.”
Birds chirped brightly from the branches above, blissfully unaware of the tension thickening the air between you.
“So!” Ace suddenly clapped his hands together and took a deep breath. “Two weeks of taking over your dishwashing duties, is it? Not too bad, could be worse.”
“Wait,” you cut, cursing yourself for how shaky your voice was, “I change my mind.”
“That’s not how bets work, sweetie. You can’t just change your—”
“A kiss.”
Ace's breath hitched, “What?”
“I want a kiss as my reward.” You stepped closer to him — fists clenched, chin up. “Two kisses, actually, since we doubled the bet.”
His eyes shifted as he scratched the back of his reddening neck, "You don't hav—"
“Ace.” You caught his gaze, letting him see how sincere you were, “Do you know how many times I secretly wished I'd lost our bets?”
“Y-you did?”
A smile made its way onto your face at the way Ace's eyes shone with hope. “It’s a miracle how you couldn't manage to win even a single bet until today.”
“Hey!”
You laughed and pulled him in by the strap of his hat, your chest bumping his, “C’mere,”
Gently, unhurriedly, you pressed your lips against his. His lips carried a warmth that coursed through you, and already, you were craving for more. You pulled back just a touch, your rapid breaths mingling with his as you said, “That’s one.”
You didn't know who leaned in for the second kiss, but before you knew it, Ace had you pressed against a tree, lips hungrily devouring yours as if he had waited years for this. He probably had.
You had lost your grip on your bag at some point, the strings untying as it slammed into the ground, sending green hearts flying like confetti as you returned the kiss with as much fervor, savoring the heat emanating from his body as your arms wrapped around his neck. His palms burned deliciously as they settled on your waist, his lips never leaving yours aside from a sharp intake of breath to refill his lungs with oxygen.
Hearts raced in tandem as the kiss deepened, filled with an eternity of longing and words unsaid.
The passionate kisses eventually made way for shorter, sweeter ones, but neither of you had the willpower to move away from the other just yet.
“I bet Marco’s gonna be mad that we took so long,” Ace finally said, still sneaking in light pecks between words.
“Oh, we don’t need to bet on that.” You smiled, nuzzling his freckled cheek, “I know he'll be furious.”
“Then it wouldn’t be much of a difference if we take a few more minutes, right?”
Laughing freely, you gladly claimed his lips again,
Could you please do ace, shanks and benn defending their f s/o from a misogynistic man? I had to face one at work and he gave me the absolute ICK
,, Rushing to your aid! ''
Ace, Shanks, and Beckman x F! Reader.
Summary... how would your boyfriend defend you from a misogynistic man?
Contains... misogyny, mentions of harassment, depictions of bloody violence, and some slight fluff!
A/N: IM SORRY YOU HAD TO DEAL WITH THAT ANON💕 I hope since you sent in this ask the men have left you alone! If not I'll ward them away myself!! 🤺🤺
Portgas D. Ace
Ace doesn't register it completely, so at first he's confused on why this man is talking to you as if you were a baby (mostly because he's a dumbass)
Now, even if he wasn't aware the man was being misogynistic at first, he's still rushing towards you because there's literally a weird man talking to you the way you would to a little kid, and you definitely looked angry enough to tear off his head.
"Woah, what's happening here?" Instinctively and natural as breathing, his arm slips around your shoulders and his fingers move to gently graze your arm in an attempt to console you.
He doesn't like showing his temper much, but when people precious to him are involved, his angry heart bursts into flames. When the man speaks, his jaw drops out of pure disbelief. According to him, he was mansplaining how pirates operate to you. Which is weird, because Ace knows that you're definitely well versed in pirates... Considering you're his girlfriend.
He wanted to diffuse the situation, but it seems like this random needed a reality check.
"Hm... Good to know, but I'm sure it's irrelevant to her." His smile is wide and joyous, but the ominous shadow looming over his face is anything but.
"But she's clueless!", the man rambles on and bumbles about like a headless chicken, before he turns back to get one good look at Ace. Then it clicks in his pea-sized brain that maybe you know a bit more about pirates than him.
Ace looks a little scary when he's mad, you discover . But mostly cute.
"My girlfriend doesn't need to explain her knowledge to some random asshole who couldn't make a lasting impact on her life if he tried, you're way below her, buddy."
With gritted teeth, Ace tries to not light fire to the whole town, but only you seem to notice his body is literally smoking hot.
According to Ace, the guy ran a little too slow, and that's how he ended up naked covered in burn marks! The marines didn't believe him, though, and you two were left to flee.
"Can you believe the balls on that guy? It's not like you're unknown, either. Portgas D. Ace's kickass girlfriend! It's got a nice ring to it, eh?"
He nudges you a little too hard and sends you flying into a bush, but you appreciate the cute moments with him no matter how brief.
Red-Haired Shanks
Shanks learned many things during his time in the Roger Pirates, but one thing really stuck with him throughout the years. He can tolerate being spat on and kicked around, if his crew sees it as a threat then he's not gonna stop them from doing whatever it is they're planning, but he's not gonna ask them to go out of their way to deal with it.
But when someone disrespects his crew, and especially you?
Oh, he's pissed.
You think he doesn't realize at first, but he's keeping a very close eye on you two. He tries to keep his ass planted firmly into his chair per Beckman's request. Beckman is the mature one, and he's almost never wrong in the astute observations he makes. Despite this, Shanks has no self control and he's lobbing himself towards the bar where you sit.
Beckman shakes his head disapprovingly at his captain, because unlike him, Beck knows you can handle yourself.
The man in question harassing you seems to be a small time criminal with a bounty of 50,000... That doesn't deter Shanks, it might have egged him on even more because who does he think he is harassing you?
By the time Shanks has made his way to you, your harasser seems to have taken it upon himself to demean you for your appearance, pulling out all the classics like "bitch" "whore" , and "slut" to name a few. Shanks, of course, finds absolutely no amusement in this. I'm sure you can guess what happened next.
Your harasser tries to argue and degrade you a little more when Shanks steps up, not realizing how silent the bar has suddenly become. He didn't even realize the hundreds of eyes disappearing from him, not wanting to watch things unfold.
"You're drunk, I'll give you that one." Shanks barks out a laugh like he finds it funny, but up close you can see that gleam in his eyes.
Well... it's not like you could stop him anyways.
But you really wish he left the bar standing, at least. It certainly isn't doing good for his reputation as an emperor of the seas.
When Beckman scolds him as if he were a child on deck, he laughs like he'll forget about it in a day or two. But everyone knows Shanks will be doing it all over again in a heartbeat. He holds you extra close that night, trying to make sure your heart isn't tainted by the venomous words spat.
"I don't want anybody, big name or small, disrespecting people I hold dear to me."
His words are sweet while he whispers to you in bed... he's an odd man, but he's yours.
Benn Beckman
Two words. Broken. Bones.
Beckman does not play around with his girl, at all. He'll bash in heads day and night if someone even looks at you the wrong way, but he restrains himself because he's not a jealous young man anymore, so he likes to think.
Regarding everything else, he's cool as a cucumber, he prefers to let things wash over by themselves and only offers advice if he senses things will go astray. (as previously mentioned)
You're his girl, and a damn beautiful one, so he isn't surprised when some people try and scope you out, the same happens to him with many women, so why be so hypocritical about it? His heart is locked inside of yours for the rest of his life whether you want him or not, so he knows you won't run off with another no matter how much Shanks jokes about it.
If they're a little persistent, he might walk up to you and give you a few kisses so they get the message. But this man was definitely not "a little persistent."
Beck doesn't have a second to think of what he should do when he hears the utterances of vile comments slip from this man's mouth after you turned him down, because he's already right next to you quicker than his own head can wrap around. He's big, tall and scary, enough so to make someone shake with just a look.
"A grown man like yourself should know that ain't no way to talk to a lady." His voice is low, and he's talking nice and slow for your harassers ears only.
Beck heard it all, him hitting on you in an unceremonious way, all the way to demeaning you when you rejected him, spouting the same chewed up rhetoric that is "women are only good for bearing children" and whatnot. He can't let that pass no matter how capable you may be of handling it yourself.
"And what are you gonna do about it?" The man's words were proven to be a bad move before his lips could rest against eachother.
Following that, there was quite a sight. Somehow Beckman managed to twist the poor guy into some kind of abstract form of art, all bloody and fucked up with no more teeth left.
And of course he ushered you away after wiping his hands clean enough for you, because he's a gentleman, he didn't do it for himself, it was for you!
"M'sorry you had to see that, sugar." His whispers fill your head while he has you resting your head on his chest hours later, a few giggles coming from outside your bedroom door. Guess who?
"You know I won't let nobody disrespect you like that. You aren't mad, are you baby?" Beckman is a real sweet talker, so it's not like you could be even if you tried.
Plus, he looks super hot fighting.
END.
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a/n: hey guys... i've been dead for so long. sorry about that ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)
take this short silly fluffy ace x reader drabble, hopefully it's good enough to compensate for my absence.
summary: you accidentally drool on ace while napping with him. he reacts in the most ace way possible.
The sea breeze was warm, and the sun was just beginning to set, casting a golden hue across the deck of the Moby Dick. You were laying with Ace in a hammock, nestled comfortably against his bare chest, your body tucked under his arm as the two of you relaxed under the warm sun. His heartbeat was steady, his warmth intoxicating, and before you knew it, your eyelids had begun to flutter closed.
"Comfortable?" He murmured with a lopsided grin, his fingers lazily brushing through your hair.
"Mhm," You mumbled sleepily, eyes already closed as you cuddled more into him.
You didn't mean to fall asleep.
And you definitely didn't mean to drool.
But when you finally blinked awake, stretching with a soft, content sigh, something felt... off. Your cheek was damp. Ace's chest was sticky, and when you looked down-
"Oh my god," Your heart plummeted. There it was. A small but unmistakable drool spot, right over his pec.
You immediately recoiled off him like you had touched burning hot iron, slapping a hand over your mouth. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- I didn't even notice!" You shrieked, mortified beyond relief, your face blazing red. "I'll- I'll clean it! I'll get a towel- I'll just jump in the sea actually, I can't recover from this-"
But Ace, who's been awake for who knows how long, just laughed.
"Pfft! Is that what you're freaking out about?" He wheezed. You were sure he'd be doubled down on the floor laughing if he wasn't trapped under you in the moment. He grinned from ear to ear, "Babe, you drooled on me, not stabbed me."
You pouted miserably, hiding your face against his shoulder, which only made him laugh harder. "Ace! That's so gross! I can't believe you just let me lay on you like that and just- let me slobber all over you!"
"First of all," he grins, wrapping his arms around you, "It's not gross. Second, I've literally had people bleed on me from fights- a little drool from my adorable girlfriend is nothing."
"Don't say it like thattttt," you whined, voice mumbled into his skin. You were practically melting in embarrassment.
"Aww, come on," He cooed teasingly, grabbing you by the shoulders and gently pushing you back, before booping you on the nose. "It's kinda cute. Like.. you love me so much your body just couldn't help but leak a little while cuddling me."
You gasped, smacking his chest lightly, "Ace!!!"
He somehow started laughing even harder than before, holding his stomach as he burst out with laughter. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry! But seriously, don't be embarrassed, alright? I loved it. You were so relaxed and warm and happy, how could I get mad at that?" He said wrapping his arms around you once more, playfully rocking you back and forth with his body.
You peeked up at him, squinting your eyes at him, "Even if I let my DNA all over your chest?"
"I'm gonna pretend you didn't phrase it like that," He grinned, "But yes. Even then."
You let out a whiny sound, hiding your face against him again as he just nuzzled your temple with his nose. "Next time," you mumbled, "I'm drooling on your face. Then we'll see how cute you think it is."
He just continued smiling, "Deal. As long as it means I get to cuddle with you."
A/n: I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing this! <3
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The sea air is thick with salt and the faint scent of woodsmoke as you recline against the wooden bench on the deck of the Moby Dick. The crew has long since retired below deck or off to nearby taverns in this coastal port town, leaving the ship bathed in moonlight and quiet. You're wrapped in a thin cotton robe, loosely tied at the waist, enjoying the peace—until he appears.
Portgas D. Ace steps onto the deck barefoot, shirtless, with that same reckless grin that seems to live on his face. His dark hair falls over one eye as he leans against the mast, watching you. There’s something different in his gaze tonight—softer, yet more intense, like embers glowing under ash.
“Can’t sleep?” he asks, his voice low and warm, like a crackling fire on a cold night.
You shake your head. “Too restless.”
He chuckles, walking toward you. “Me too. Think the ocean’s humming tonight.”
He sits beside you, close—close enough that you feel the heat radiating from his body. Ace is always warm, like sunlight trapped in skin. You’ve noticed it before, of course. Who wouldn’t? The Fourth Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, a man whose laughter could light up an entire island, whose presence drew people like moths to flame. But lately, you’ve begun noticing other things—how his eyes linger just a second too long when you laugh, how his fingers brush yours “accidentally” when passing a drink, how he finds reasons to be near you, even when duty calls him elsewhere.
You turn to look at him. “Why are you really up?”
He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he reaches out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His calloused fingers trail down your jaw, slow and deliberate, and your breath catches.
“Been thinking about you,” he admits, voice rougher now.
“About what?” you whisper.
“About how much I want to taste you.”
The words hit like a struck match—sudden, bright, consuming. Your pulse leaps. You’ve been dancing around this for weeks. The flirtations, the stolen glances, the fire that seemed to build between you every time he’s near. But this—this is different. This is real.
You don’t answer. You don’t need to. He sees it in your eyes—the want, the permission, the quiet surrender.
Ace leans in, his lips brushing your ear. “Let me love you.”
And then he kisses you.
It’s not gentle. It’s not sweet. It’s Ace—passionate, fierce, devouring. His mouth claims yours like he’s been starving, and maybe he has. His hands slide into your hair, pulling just enough to make you moan into his lips. You kiss him back just as desperately, fingers gripping the hard muscle of his shoulders, anchoring yourself as the world spins.
He breaks the kiss only to trail his mouth down your neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin. “Gonna take care of you,” he mumbles. “Gonna love you so good.”
You shiver, even as heat pools low in your belly.
He stands, offering his hand. You take it, letting him pull you to your feet. Without a word, he leads you below deck, through the quiet corridors, to his quarters. The door shuts behind you with a soft click, sealing you in darkness lit only by the pale glow from the porthole.
Ace doesn’t rush. He unties your robe slowly, letting the fabric fall open. He steps back, eyes raking over you—your bare shoulders, your collarbone, the curve of your waist. “Gods, you’re beautiful,” he breathes.
Then he drops to his knees.
You gasp.
He looks up at you, eyes dark with hunger, and says, “Been dreaming about this. About you. How you’d taste. How you’d sound.”
His hands glide up your thighs, parting them slightly. He presses a kiss just above your knee, then another higher—closer, closer—until his breath ghosts over your most sensitive place.
And then—oh—his tongue flicks out, a single, teasing stroke.
You whimper, hands flying to his hair.
It’s electric. It’s fire and water, heat and ache, pleasure so sharp it borders on pain. Ace moans against you—he moans—and the vibration sends shockwaves through your body.
He licks again, slower this time, savoring. He explores you like a man discovering treasure, every movement deliberate, every touch reverent. He circles your clit with the flat of his tongue, then flicks it quickly, making you cry out. You buck your hips, seeking more, and he chuckles—low, dark, satisfied.
“Easy, love,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “I’ve got you.”
And then he goes deeper.
His tongue parts your folds, tasting you fully for the first time. He groans, deep and guttural, as if he’s been starving and you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever eaten. “So sweet,” he rasps. “So fucking sweet.”
He eats you like a man possessed—like he’ll never get enough. His tongue flicks, laps, swirls. He sucks gently on your clit, then releases it with a pop, only to dive back in. One of his hands slides around your hip, holding you steady, while the other finds your entrance.
“Can I?” he asks, breath hot against your skin.
You nod, unable to speak.
One finger slips inside, slow, careful. It curls, pressing against a spot that makes your knees weak. Then a second joins it, stretching you just right. He works them in and out in rhythm with his tongue, and you’re lost—completely, utterly lost.
Your back arches. Your hands clutch the edge of the bed. Your voice—high, broken—fills the small room with moans and pleading. “Ace—Ace—please—I can’t—”
“You can,” he growls, never stopping. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”
And you do.
It crashes over you like a wave—white-hot, blinding. Your body clenches around his fingers, your hips jerk, and you scream his name as pleasure rips through you. He doesn’t stop. He drinks you in, swallowing every pulse, every tremor, every drop of you, until you’re shuddering and sobbing, collapsing backward onto the bed.
He pulls back slowly, his face glistening, his chest rising and falling fast. He licks his lips—your taste on him—and grins.
“Fuck,” he says, voice wrecked. “You’re even better than I imagined.”
You can’t answer. You’re boneless. Shaky. Blissed out.
But Ace isn’t done.
He crawls onto the bed, hovering over you, one hand braced beside your head. His eyes—dark, intense—search yours. “Can I do that again?”
You blink. “What?”
“Eat you out,” he says, voice thick with need. “Again. And again. And again.”
You stare at him. “You’re… addicted?”
He laughs, breathless. “Yeah. I am. You taste like summer and sea salt and fucking sunlight. I didn’t know something could feel this good.”
He kisses you then—deep, slow, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. It’s intimate. Raw. Possessive.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs against your lips. “And I’m not letting you go.”
Hello! I really loved your Ace fic the one where he was caught dating one of the Straw Hat members. It was so cute! This is my first time requesting, so I hope I’m doing this right. If you’re up for it, could you write a kissing and cuddling scene with Ace? I’m totally okay with some spice, I just don’t want it to get very explicit. I’d love something cute and romantic instead if that’s okay!
𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚞𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜
The rhythmic rocking of the Thousand Sunny was a gentle lullaby, but sleep felt distant. You found Ace sitting on the grassy deck, his back against the railing, looking up at the vast canopy of stars. He had a small, content smile on his face.
"Mind if I join you?" you asked softly.
His smile widened as he looked at you, his eyes warm in the moonlight. "I was hoping you would." He patted the spot beside him. "Come here."
You settled down next to him, and immediately his arm was around you, pulling you snugly against his side. The heat that always radiated from him was a welcome comfort in the cool night air.
"You're warm," you murmured, nuzzling into his shoulder.
"I'm a walking furnace, remember?" he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Comes with the devil fruit package."
You tilted your head back to look at him. "Does that mean I get free cuddles for life?"
He pretended to think, tapping his chin with his free hand. "Hmm, I suppose that could be arranged. For a small fee."
You gasped dramatically. "A fee? I thought I was special!"
"Oh, you are," he laughed, his chest rumbling against you. "The fee is just one kiss per cuddle session. I think that's a fair trade."
You scrunched up your nose. "Just one? That's it? You're a cheap date, Portgas D. Ace."
His eyes widened in mock offense. "Cheap? I'll have you know I'm a high-quality cuddle companion! Premium, even!"
"Prove it," you challenged, a playful glint in your eyes.
He didn't need to be told twice. In one smooth motion, he shifted, lying back on the deck and pulling you with him so you were sprawled across his chest. His arms wrapped securely around you, one hand resting on the small of your back while the other played with your hair.
"How's this for premium service?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble beneath your ear.
"Mmm, acceptable," you sighed contentedly, tracing the ASCE tattoo on his arm with your finger. "But I think the cuddle package could use some upgrades."
"Such as?" he prompted, his fingers now gently massaging your scalp.
"Well," you began, pretending to consider it seriously. "There should be more hair petting. And maybe some neck kisses. And definitely more of that thing where you trace patterns on my back."
Ace chuckled, the sound vibrating through you. "You drive a hard bargain." He obliged, his fingers resuming their gentle tracing on your back while he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. "Anything else for the premium cuddle experience?"
You tilted your head up, your noses almost touching. "Maybe some actual kissing? Not just the payment kind."
"Ah, you want the deluxe package," he teased, his eyes sparkling with affection. "That costs extra."
"How much?" you asked, already knowing where this was going.
His expression softened, the teasing giving way to something more tender. "Just tell me you love me. That's all I ever want."
Your heart swelled at his words. "I love you, Ace," you whispered, and then you closed the small distance between you, pressing your lips to his in a gentle, lingering kiss.
When you pulled apart, his eyes were soft and full of emotion. "Best payment I've ever received."
He shifted, rolling you both onto your sides so you were facing each other, your legs tangled together. His arms held you close, one hand cupping the back of your neck while the other rested on your hip.
"You know," he murmured, his thumb stroking your cheek, "I never thought I'd have this. Someone to hold, someone to tease, someone who sees past the fire and sees... me."
Tears pricked at your eyes, and you blinked them away. "I see all of you, Ace. The fire, the strength, the kindness, the dork who makes terrible puns..."
"Hey!" he protested with a laugh. "My puns are comedy gold!"
You rolled your eyes playfully. "Sure they are. That's why everyone groans when you tell them."
"They're just jealous of my wit," he insisted, though his smile gave him away. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your nose. "But you're right. I am a dork. Your dork."
"Damn right," you agreed, snuggling closer. "Now, about those neck kisses..."
Ace chuckled but obliged, lowering his head to press gentle kisses along your neck, his stubble creating a delicious friction that made you shiver. "Is this to your satisfaction, customer?"
"Mmm, much better," you sighed contentedly. "The deluxe package is definitely worth it."
He laughed against your skin, the sound warm and wonderful. "I'm glad you approve." He continued his exploration, his kisses alternating between soft and playful as he made his way back to your lips.
The kiss that followed was slow and sweet, full of tenderness and unspoken affection. His hand moved from your hip to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin as his lips moved against yours with a practiced gentleness that made your heart ache with love.
When you broke apart, you were both breathing softly in the quiet night. Ace rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as if savoring the moment.
"I could stay like this forever," he whispered.
"Me too," you replied, your voice barely audible. "Just us, under the stars."
"Promise me something," he said after a moment, his voice serious.
"Anything."
"Promise that no matter what happens, no matter where we end up, we'll always have moments like this. Just us, together."
Tears slipped down your cheeks now, and you didn't bother to wipe them away. "I promise, Ace. Always."
He kissed them away, his lips gentle against your skin. "Good." He shifted again, pulling you even closer until there was no space between you. "Now, let's test out the overnight cuddle feature. I hear it's got rave reviews."
You laughed through your tears, snuggling into his embrace. "I'm sure it does. Especially with a premium cuddle companion like you."
"The premium," he corrected, pressing a final kiss to your lips. "Now sleep, my love. I've got you."
Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Portgas D. Ace, Sabo, Trafalgar D. Water Law
Content Warnings: Cunnilingus, Face riding, Spitting, Bush lover Ace, Loser Law
Author’s Note: I’m thinking about making a discord primarily for One Piece smut writers (and readers!) to share their works and ideas with one another. I just don’t know how to proof something like that to make sure everyone is 18+ LMK if you guys would be interested or know in depth about that stuff ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
Roronoa Zoro
Zoro is so hungry for your cunt. He could lazily lap at your juices for hours without touching himself and cum from the pleasure of handling your sex.
You’re spread out on Zoro’s tongue when he has you pinned down in his bed. Like every other muscle in his body, his tongue is well trained as he drags it between your puffy folds. He likes to fuck your throbbing hole after you’ve cum, drinking the sticky mess between your thighs.
He’ll pay special attention to your clit, flicking and swirling it with the tip of his tongue. He needs to see you buck into his hungry mouth when you get overstimulated. Shove your cunt in his face and grab his hair, he’ll be your subservient boy toy for the night if you want.
Portgas D. Ace
You’ll be gripping anything possible when Ace sinks down to his knees to please you. He loves to eat you out when you’re standing up so he can stare at your pretty body towering over him. He’ll grip your hips and stuff his face in your cunt, inhaling your scent while committing it to memory.
Ace isn’t just a bush enjoyer, he is a bush enthusiast. He thinks it’s so sexy when your soft curls peek out from your panties and tease him through the fabric. He’ll strip them off with his teeth and spread your pussy with both his thumbs, mouth watering.
He’ll have you cumming with one leg over his shoulder as he runs his tongue over your sensitive clit. Please grab his stupid hat and knock it off his head while you fuck his face.
Sabo
You’re riding this man’s face into the night whether you like it or not. He won’t even bothering to take off all his clothes half the time, hastily needing to see your naked body.
He loves it when you sit on him so you can play with his hair, but he thinks it’s even cuter when you’re positioned backwards because you always end up clinging to him. You can hardly form coherent words when he’s spelling his name over your clit.
Don’t even think about getting up and moving away from his mouth. His strong arms will hold your thighs down, securing you in place before you can escape. Sabo eats you out like he’s breathing in oxygen. Yes he’ll leave the gloves on.
Trafalgar D. Water Law
Law loves 69’ing!! He needs you to play with his cock while he kisses your cunt and admires her from underneath you. In the beginning his breath will nervously fan across your slit, eyes trying to memorize every curve of your core.
Eventually when he learns to stop staring and start eating you out, he becomes addicted. His goatee will tickle your soft skin, marking it up after every session. Don’t get me started on his annoying side burns he won’t shave either, your poor thighs always leave with beard burn too.
Sometimes he’ll get carried away and just fuck your cunt with his tongue, preferring to lick your folds and spit on your puffy rather than pay attention to your clit. It’s okay though because he’s so cute and you get to tease his pretty cock while he works.
Featured characters: Law, Corazon, Sanji, Ace, Crocodile x gn reader
Description: Someone is playing naughty Santa, leaving a gift only fit for the receiver’s eyes~
Rating: 18+
Word count: 3500 / ~700 per character
WARNINGS: | bondage | kidnapping | possessive / borderline yandere behaviour | dub con-ish? but not really | Doflamingo scare | kinky friends helping out lmao i love them all | gender neutral reader | not entirely spoiler free for baby fans | a smidge of sex bc obviously | merry christmas ya filthy animals~ |
Happiest of holidays nakamas! Random author notes just for the heck of it - I got my first one piece T-shirt the other day! The good print was on the back and I was definitely channeling Luffy the first time he tried to fix his hat, hacking off the collar and re-sewing it lmao. But it turned out! Comment for a pic 😋 In other news, Christmas is going to be… slow and quiet with older family members this year. Will I try to work on writing porn between conversations? Yes. Yes I will. Stay tuned for new year posts if I can get my act together! (This is an invitation to bully me into writing for you. Make it personal. I owe you like six requests and other stuff.) I hope you enjoy the season, my darlings! As always thank you for your likes, comments, and reblogs. They’re a gift ♥️
Trafalgar Law - It Will Always Be Yes
It all started with a game of poker. A cursed game that may well have been the most heavily cheated-in game ever played in that sea. A record was set somewhere, surely.
The cost of your loss? Penguin, Sachi, and Ikkaku’s devious grins were wide as ever as they told you to make yourself Law’s gift. Naked. Wrapped in ribbon.
The crew howled with laughter at your mortified expression. Only Bepo questioned whether the captain would prefer such a thing, only to be quickly shut down by the men’s fervent denials. He’s a guy. He may be tsundere and overly serious, but of course he’ll love it.
And so, you went into town on a docking trip, pouting as your crewmates dragged you off to find ribbon.
Law raised a brow at the bizarre display, completely unaware of the reason for your frazzled look. While he gathered supplies on the other side of town, he couldn’t get the sight out of his head. When you returned, he took you to the med-bay to check for a temperature.
In secret, your friends tried to help you figure out how to wrap it. In the end, Sachi’s method worked the best. (Suspiciously well.) Ikkaku promised to help you on the day of. Meanwhile, you and Bepo tried and failed to convince a crew mate to tell them how to cheat like that.
Law noticed your averted looks, your flushed skin, your fidgeting. He was so paranoid about it, that come christmas itself, you finally snapped at him. Telling him to leave you alone for a while. That you’d be ready to talk later.
You dragged Ikkaku off early to help you get ready, barely finishing in time before Law opened the door to his room.
He froze in the doorway, the sight of you on his bed surprising him. “What are you doing in my room? I thought you were mad at me. …Are you naked?”
“…Yes?”
His lips twisted into a disapproving glare. “You lost a bet, didn’t you?”
“…yes.”
A sigh. “Were you ever mad at me?”
“No. Are you mad?”
“…Yes.”
“Shit.”
He dropped his coat and sword, tossing his hat onto a chair. “That’s right. You’re in trouble now.”
You tried to move back off the bed, but he easily grabbed you and put you back in the center of it, straddling your hips. The whine you let out as he wrapped his hand around your throat just made him sigh.
“You shouldn’t be turned on by my threats.”
“…Sorry.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Yes. …Your idiot?”
Another sigh. “Unfortunately.”
Despite his harsh words, his lips were on yours a moment later. As he leaned down, his hardness was unmistakeable against your barely covered skin.
His kiss was meant to punish, harsh as he let out his worry and hurt. You sucked on his tongue so dutifully though that his anger was quickly forgotten. His hands roamed your body, tattooed fingers teasing under the edges of the ribbon.
“You should have told me if you liked being tied up.” His grin turned into a wicked smirk. “Now I have a new way to punish you.”
He swallowed your whine with another overwhelming kiss, tossing his clothes on the floor.
“I’m sorry, Law. Didn’t mean to snap at you. I was just embarrassed. Do you like your present?”
His eyes met yours as he leaned back. The silence of that single second stretched on until he grabbed the ribbon across your chest, pulling it down to free your nipples.
“Of course I do. …Idiot.”
You whined as he roughly tugged the ribbon aside to gain access to you. “…mean.”
Briefly worried you meant it, he kissed you more sweetly. “But I love you.”
“I love you too. Merry christmas, Law- oh!”
You could feel his smirk against your skin as his hands reached someplace unholy. “Enough sappy sentiments. I have a present to open up.”
Donquixote Rosinante Corazon - Keep You Wrapped Tight
He’d rushed through his latest mission, annoyed with the busywork that was keeping him away from you on the eve of the biggest holiday of the year. Hurrying back to the Don Quixote compound, he fumbled with the keys as he hoped you wouldn’t be angry with him for arriving so late. He’d only planned to wash up and sail to the next island over - the city where you lived.
In the dark living room, his eyes slowly adjusted to the sight of weak candlelight scattered through the room. His nerves instantly started buzzing, and he locked the door behind him. Slowly, he worked down the hall to the bedroom, heart pounding, worried what sick joke his psychotic brother was playing at.
Your head lifted as he opened the door and you squirmed on the bed - wrapped head to toe in dark red ribbon, complete with one serving as a gag. The rose petals shifted and jumped on the mattress as you moved.
Corazon stood in the doorway, eyes wide as his mind scrambled to fill in the blanks. He knew it was unlikely Doflamingo hadn’t found out about you, but to see that he’d brought you here made his blood boil. He rushed forward to the bedside and clumsily knelt beside you.
He nearly forgot to put up a silence barrier before blurting out his concern. “Are you okay?! He didn’t hurt you did he?? I swear on our mother’s grave if he touched you-“
After removing the gag (a slow process given his shaking hands) you shook your head. “I’m okay, Cora… I’m sorry to scare you, love. I’m fine. Promise. Baby 5… wrapped the ribbon.”
He let out a sigh of relief and let his head fall to your chest. He tossed his hat and coat off as he pulled you into his arms, wrapping his long legs around yours.
“Uff, Cora… won’t you untie me first? I really need to stretch.”
He glanced down at you and remembered that your legs and arms are bound close to your body. “Right, of course. Sorry. Sorry…”
As his hands unwrapped the long ribbon, his fingertips started brushing against your bare skin the way he always did. “Wait… are you wearing anything under this…?”
Your silence and warming skin finished the job of getting his mind to catch up to the situation.
“Oh! Oh gods…! You- oh! OH! Shit…!” His big hands went to cover your sensitive places reflexively.
“Cora?! No one can see, what are you doing?”
He squeezed at your chest to gauge how much ribbon was covering you, barely holding back a groan as your soft flesh gave way under his hand. When he muttered in your ear, his voice was pained, strained and low. “…No one gets to see you like this. You’re mine. I’ll tear him apart if he touches you.”
A whine escapes your lips as his hands start greedily following the ribbons and mindlessly tugging them off. Only, sometimes it would tighten around you instead of loosening, making you gasp. His attention snapped to the present fully, and he tugged the ribbon between your legs again.
“What, you like that?” he breathed, kissing the soft spot beneath your ear. “Do you like the idea of being my Christmas present?”
“…Yeah, I do. I love you, Cora. If I can make you happy, then I’ll gladly be your present.”
You could hear his breath catch in his chest. His strong arms wrapped around you, crushing you in a tight hug before manhandling your still half-bound body back down onto the bed.
“You’re too good for me, baby. I’m going to make you forget he ever touched you. Gonna make you mine all night. Every damn inch.”
His voice was predatory and worshipful at once, desperate and protective. When he finally slipped the ribbon off your chest, your pert nipples hardening more in the cold air, he practically growled.
You should forget your plans now, because he won’t let you out of his sight until new year’s.
Blackleg Sanji - Always Hungry
The idea came up during girl’s tea on the Sunny. Brook (yes he is an honorary guest at girl’s tea) was the first to make the suggestion.
“It’s Sanji we’re talking about,” he said in that simple, straightforward way of his, elegantly drinking his tea. “He’ll love anything you do. But what he really wants is you.
Nami rolled her eyes so hard you were afraid she’d hurt herself. “Ugh, you’re gross. That’s not a real gift.”
Sipping her tea, Robin grinned. “I’m sure Sanji would appreciate the opportunity to not have to initiate, knowing full well what your answer is already.” Smirking over the top of the painted porcelain of the mismatched tea set, she looked at Nami again. “Though are you sure you wouldn’t enjoy such a gift from the right person? A princess, perhaps?”
The redhead sucked her lips and nodded her defeat. “…Whatever.”
Brook chuckled. “Yo ho ho! I might have studied knot tying during my time in the fog. I’d be happy to help you find your preferred method of ribbon tying.”
Robin gasped softly and turned to him. “You know shibari?”
He went quiet, raising his teacup. “…Is that what it’s called?”
The man in question came down the stairs with a fresh tray of pastries to deliver. “And what might we be discussing today, my lovely ladies? Brook.”
The blond set down the carefully prepared treats in front of you, his eyes warm and lingering.
“Nothing! Just regular small talk!”
“Contemplating the socio-psychological traditions surrounding the holidays.”
“Gross stuff that I refuse to help with.”
“…Oh.”
“Yo ho ho ho!”
After acquiring the velvet ribbon, practicing in secret, and securing Robin’s promise of assistance, you and Chopper decorated the guest bedroom before the crew’s festivities began.
You sat with Sanji at dinner, finally pulling him back to the table to stop serving everyone and eat himself. The meal was lively and busy, and he was up before anyone else to begin clean up.
Using the chance to slip away, Robin helped you set up in the guest room. She then returned to the kitchen. Her hands bloomed on the edge of the sink, overflowing with dishes and pots.
“Let me help you, Sanji. Consider it my Christmas present to you,” she insisted gently, already starting to wash them.
“I couldn’t possibly leave this monstrous mess to you-“
“You can and you will. I insist. By the way, your lover has a surprise waiting for you in the guest room.”
Sanji’s heart soared just at the mention of you, warring with his sense of duty as Robin washed dishes. But his feet carried him down the hall before his mind could decide entirely.
Knocking tentatively on the door, he was half surprised to hear your reply. “My dear? Are you here?”
“I am. Come in. And lock the door.”
His hands moved quickly to comply, glad for his haste as he stepped inside to see you laid out on the bed, wrapped and restrained in carefully looped and knotted velvet ribbon. The peeks of your dewy skin between the rich red made his heart pound, his hand flying to his face to catch the blood that would inevitably begin dripping in a moment.
He was so flustered that even your confidence wavered briefly. “M-merry Christmas, Sanji.”
His legs moved on their own to take him to the edge of the bed. He knelt between your legs off the side, his hands reverently tracing the ribbon as his greedy gaze took in every decadent inch of your carefully wrapped display.
“You look like heaven and sin, my darling…” Swallowing hard, he leaned closer so his hands could wander up your waist to the big bow tied across your chest. “Looks like unwrapping you might take a while,” he noted.
You nodded, overwhelmed by the hunger and barely restrained manic devotion in his expression. “I hope that’s okay.”
He chuckled. “Yes it is.” Standing up, he ran his hands down your arms as he leaned down close enough for your breaths to mingle. “Unwrapping you is my present. Tell me exactly what you want as I do, and that will be my present to you.”
His lips just brushed yours before he pulled back suddenly, eyes wide with panic. “Not that I didn’t get you a gift. I did! This is-“
You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I know, Sanji. I just want to make you happy. Even if you didn’t give me a gift, I just want to spend time with you.”
His hair fell over his eye, concealing his pinched expression as he groaned into your neck. “You’re too perfect, mon cœur. I’ve never loved a gift more. …Or loved a person more.” Kissing you properly this time, he sighed heavily. “I hope you can handle my love tonight. Because I’m giving you all of it.”
Firefist Ace - Glowing Love
Marco and Thatch suggested it. Because of course they did. Even as you protested, Whitebeard came around the corner, asking if you’d gotten that perfect gift for Ace yet. He grinned and tapped his fist against your shoulder, offering the fatherly advice that his son only needed to be loved. And someone had just received an absurdly large shipment of ribbon this morning for everyone’s presents, so wrapping it around yourself would be too easy.
The blond and redhead roared with laughter at your flushed glare. They dragged you to Marco’s office to practice… ending in a not-so graceful twisting collapse that could be heard from the deck above. What started with fake wrapping of bandages now turned into a real job, Thatch trying and failing to hold back his giggling as you fumed on the med table.
Of course Ace heard the ruckus and came in to investigate who’d gotten hurt, his protective mode engaging full force at the sight of Marco wrapping your ankle. You insisted it was only a little sprain, but Ace barely heard you, getting in Marco’s way to wrap his warm hands around it.
The doctor smacked him away, telling him to go get ice instead and threatening a fleet wide re-education lecture on how to properly treat injuries. As he ran out, flinching away from the swatting hands, Marco and Thatch quickly schemed with you (definitely not lazily wanting to use this as their easy way to gift their friend).
Marco kept you in the med bay the next day, sending Ace to shore with the others to get what Thatch needed for the feast. Marco helped you into the outskirts of town, renting a small beach house and quickly decorating it.
Come evening, he helped wrap you properly this time, a second ribbon still keeping your ankle braced. Then he set out to find Ace.
When the freckled man arrived at the house noted on the map, a note in the door told him to light the candles. Stepping inside, he saw the familiar orange slice and popcorn garlands that also decked the Moby Dick, accompanied by a trail of candles down the hall.
He snapped his fingers, ears perking up at the little sound of surprise he heard down the hall. Grinning broadly he rushed to the back room. Seeing you on the bed, he rushed over and ambushed you, jumping on top of you.
“Wait! Ace! Slow down.”
He chuckled and braced his hands on either side of your head. “Why should I? Oh, look at this~” His playful grin quickly morphed as his freckles became obscured by the flush on his cheeks. “Damn… Look at you, wrapped up all pretty for me.”
Straddling your hips, his fingertips wandered to the gaps between the ribbon, brushing against your bare skin.
“Surprise,” you offer with a small smile. “Merry christmas, Ace. …I know it’s lame to not get you an actual gift but, you’re… my gift. Life is so much better with you in it. And I hope I make your life better too. …Or else this is a pretty lame gift, heh.”
He stared down at you, expression serious for a long moment. Suddenly his lips are on yours and his hands are searching for the bow to begin untying the ribbon. “You don’t know how much it means to me. I love you too. So much.”
Sliding his hand beneath the ribbon between your legs, he hissed at the feeling of your wetness. “Fuck… So this is your gift, hm? Gonna let me use you to feel good?” His mouth found your nipple that had slipped out of the ribbon, latching onto it greedily. “And I’m gonna make you feel so good too.”
Already his hips were rolling into yours, impatient and overwhelmed by the sight of you, the taste of your skin.
“The perfect gift,” he groaned between messy kisses. “Thank you.”
Sir Crocodile - Break Time
What do you get for a business master who has his secretary order everything he needs? Who fights black market wars for anything he wants?
You watched him across the table at yet another meeting before the holidays. He’s overworked, stressed, and always in a bad mood lately. The numbered agents shrunk under his cutting rebukes and insults, ending with his portfolio tossed across the table. As you hastily gathered up the papers, Daz Bones stood with a sigh.
“He can’t keep on like this,” he muttered.
“What can we do?” you ask, concerned.
He considers you for a long moment. “I might have an idea. But you’d end up bearing the brunt of his wrath.”
Your eyes widened at that. “How does the topic of ‘helping’ him end with his wrath?! Daz, be serious.”
He merely blinked at you. “Pack a weekend bag.” Without another word, he walked away, leaving you with the secretary who was urgently looking for you.
“Wait, Daz!” But he was long gone already.
Your anxiety was at a high as the bank holiday approached - the only way to make Crocodile take a day off against his will. You watched over your shoulder for both your lover and his terrifying right hand, unsure of what to do - or of what might be done without your knowledge.
And that night, it happened. As you entered your room, a strong hand clamped over your mouth with a rag.
Some time later, you awoke in a place that was familiar to you - Crocodile’s favourite resort house. Blinking awake, you saw Daz talking to two maids.
“Daz…! Why did you knock me out?”
He glanced back at you and shrugged. “Didn’t want to deal with your anxiety for ten hours. Now take a bath.”
He didnt wait for you to reply, leaving the room with the two women. Once you were in the bath, they returned, setting out oils, lotion, and rose petals. Most curiously, one began unwinding a roll of gold-lined green velvet ribbon.
The women likewise didn’t listen to protests as they helped you dry off, styling your hair and making you shine.
Then they guided you to the bed and started winding the ribbon around you.
“Wait what?! You can’t be serious!”
The door opened a bit and Daz poked his head in. “Ten minutes. His ship is approaching.”
“Daz! Daz Bones get back here you-! Ugh! Won’t anyone listen to me?”
You pouted as the women hurried off, leaving you completely bound in the ribbon on the bed.
Heavy footfalls made your heart speed up. Crocodile opened the door and froze.
You didn’t dare say anything. His eyes narrowed and he puffed his cigar.
“The hell is this?”
“…Your christmas present?”
His eyes never left you as he approached the bed. Putting out his cigar in the ash tray on the nightstand, he shed his heavy coat and rolled up his sleeves. Your heart clamoured in your chest, your squirming making the ribbon slip. His eyes honed in on the revealed skin.
“This is my present?” His voice was low and soft. A dangerous thing.
“…Yes sir.”
He ran his hook along your ankle, letting it slide beneath the ribbon. “You didn’t arrange this yourself, though.”
“I had help.”
“Mm. I’ll have to give him that holiday bonus after all,” he mused as he climbed onto the bed. Hooking the curved metal under the lowest point of your chest, he used the ribbon to lift you close enough to kiss.
When he finally broke away, you were panting. “Crocodile? Do you think we can enjoy a holiday together here? You’ve been so far away lately…”
He lowered you back onto the bed, bracing his hand next to your head. “Is that what you want?”
You nod. “I don’t even care about gifts. All I want is you. For you to really be here with me… Please?”
He rumbled a reply, leaning down to kiss your exposed shoulder. “If that’s what you really want, sweetheart. I’ll enjoy my gift thoroughly.”
You gasped as the tip of the hook tore through the ribbon, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“But you know I like to break my toys~ Hope you’re ready.”
Okay, but please consider being a Zoan Cat user and accidentally getting “adopted” by a pirate crew after being mistaken for a regular ass cat. You honestly thought they knew you were a human at first, and by the time you realized they didn’t, it had been long enough that revealing yourself would’ve been awkward af, and you were then curious about how long it would take them to figure you out. So instead you stfu and be a relatively good lil’ ship cat.
You get free food, plenty of comfy places to nap in, and lots of scritches and attention from big men who’re surprisingly giddy to have a tiny cat on board. Why on Earth would you want to ruin that??
You get away with it for months. And the ONLY reason you get caught is because someone does something so unbelievably dumb that you absentmindedly say out loud “Damn, we’re really reaching new levels of stupid here.” You could hear a mouse fart in stunned silence that followed as you realize your inside thought did NOT stay inside, and now you want nothing more than to just disappear into the floor.
Shockingly enough, you’re forgiven and continue on as the ship cat; except now you can properly converse and interact with everyone. HOWEVER you’re still subjected to being picked up and held out towards everyone like Simba whenever you’re fully transformed into a cat lmfao
He’s more of a koala bear than a literal koala bear. He doesn’t even realize cuddling is a thing because it’s so normal to him, like eating and breathing. You’ve literally never slept in the same bed with him without him wrapping himself around you (neither has anyone else, for that matter). He even gets a little grumpy if you’re not there for him to hold on to.
Zoro:
It’s not called cuddling, that’s for sure. He might refer to holding you, but that’s about it. One of his guilty pleasures, though, is being held by you. He especially likes it when you sit behind him and wrap both your arms and legs around him, bonus points if you run your hands up and down his chest and abdomen.
Sanji:
A total cuddle bug. He usually comes to bed after you (though not so late that you’re already asleep), and likes to slip between your legs while you’re sitting up against the pillows. Bonus points if you rub his back or smooth his hair. He’s also one for quick daytime snuggles, often coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you for a long hug.
Ace:
He grabs hold of you easily, but he doesn’t let go easily. If he falls asleep, you’ll be stuck by his side until he wakes up because he holds on to you so tight. He’s clingy, but not in a little spoon kind of way, more of a ‘I’m going to put you where I want you’ kind of way. It puts him at ease to keep you so close because he feels your a little safer that way.
Sabo:
He’s so sweet about it. He holds you like a baby every time you two have any privacy, encouraging you to wrap not only your arms but also your legs around him. He sort of pretends it’s to put you at ease and make you feel safe, but the weight and warmth of your body makes him feel safe and, in particular, makes him feel capable and dependable.
Law:
If you call him the little spoon, he’ll break up with you, but he is often the little spoon. He gets annoyed when you don’t automatically wrap your arms around him in bed because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself by asking. One of his favorite things in the world is falling asleep with his head in your lap while you play with his hair.
Kid:
Not so much cuddling as it is him collapsing on top of you. If you manage to fall asleep without him on top of you, you’ll wake up either with him on top of you or to him yanking you into his arms to hold you against his chest while he’s still asleep. Treats you like his teddy bear, hangs on to you extra tight when he’s stressed.
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It is my personal belief and a hill that I will die on is that ace would enjoy cuddle sex
just my kind of hill to die on 😋
i feel as if ace would have the uggliest sleeping faces just because he doesn't really care where he ends up during sleep spells. BIG DROOLER. he loses track of his mouth when he's too lost in his headspace and it just goes all overrr GHGHHGHHH SLOPPIEST ACE I NEED HIMMMM
i love him just being cuddly though ꈍᴗꈍ i'm (hypothetically) big on physical affection
ׂ╰┈➤ how different one piece men would react to you crying over something stupid ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ (part 2 here!!)
t͟a͟g͟s͟: ace, law, kidd, sanji .ᐟ , fluff, romance, sfw, comedy(?) in some parts.
n͟o͟t͟e͟: established relationship for everyone except kidd (depending how you perceive it, up to you.) i also wanted to include sabo but i currently ran out of ideas, so lmk if i should do more!!
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𓇼 ⋆.˚ : The sun hangs high in a cloudless sky, its golden warmth spilling over the polished warmth of the wooden deck. Gentle waves lapping rhythmically against the hull of the Thousand sunny.
A mild breeze stirs the sails, fluttering them lazily as the ship sailed on forward, the rigging creaks occasionally. Seagulls squawking and birds chirping from a comfortable distance in the vast horizon. But otherwise, silence reigned the vessel as everyone else was sleeping in their cabins during this peaceful morning. It was quiet, too quiet.
And then, there was you. Pacing back and forth around the kitchen, a panicked mess. You were basically a walking storm, trapped in skin. The scent of burnt food from a plate placed on the counter hitting your nose with an acrid, bitter edge.
The smell, of course, didn't go unnoticed. From a particular cook in the ship who quickly rose from his sleep and made his way towards the kitchen in quick strides. Pushing the door open in panic. His mind rushed with thoughts like : "Is it an intruder, a possible enemy attack?"
But those thoughts were soon completely erased as he was met by the sight of you standing there in the middle of the kitchen, a guilty expression on your face, like a child who just broke their mother's sacred living room vase. Taking a glance behind you, he finally identified the source of the smell, a black vapor of smoke emiting from the plate. His gaze soon shifting to yours again. His worried expression immediately softened upon seeing tears streaming down your face.
"Mon amour— What's wrong, what happened ?" He implored in a soft tone, walking towards you. His hands hovering over you as if he was scared you'd break the moment he touched you.
"Food.. it..- I cooked, and it burned, and — " You muttered out incoherently between sobs. You knew he hated wasting food more than anything else.
The cook wasted no time in pulling you in his arms, into a tight, comforting embrace. He had no idea what you were saying, but, despite whatever you thought, your tears were his biggest weakness.
" Shh.. M'lady, calm down, I'm not mad at you, please stop crying. " He cooed, deseperately trying to stop your endless stream of tears soaking through his shirt.
He didn't say anything for a while, and neither did you. Simply holding you in a comforting enfold, until you quieted down and gathered your thoughts.
You were the one ending the hush.
"I wanted to cook something for everyone before you woke up, since you always work so hard, and I burned it..." Your voice trembled slightly, as though you were confessing a sin.
Sanji simply stared down at you for a moment, then let out a small laugh, like he was holding himself back just a bit more than he was letting on. He then tightened his hold on you, always ensuring and prioritizing your safety, before swiftly lifting you off the ground slightly, with ease. J enough to twirl you around in his arms.
"My love !! You're so cute I could die !!"
"Wh- Sanji !!" Your hands hung in the air, unsure of where to face them. Eyes widening. You couldn't help but laugh along at the sudden gesture. Your face an odd mix of tears and joy.
He eventually placed you down on the ground again.
"So.. you're not mad..?"
"Y/N, darling, if you told me you burned a man to ashes, I would blame him for standing in your way."
You chuckled at the reassurance, a faint blush dusting your already red, post-crying cheeks. He always had a certain way with words that boosted your mood in no time.
The blonde reached closer and wiped the remaining tears off your complexion with his thumbs, ever so gently. Treating it like fragile glass. His hands slightly cold, contrasting against your warm, roughed up face. Before placing a soft kiss to your nose.
"It's okay to make mistakes, let's remake it together before the others wake up, hm?" He reassured you, patting your back here and there.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ And so, the entire hassle was over, you eventually cooked the meals again with Sanji's help, he instructed you, carefully watching you, making sure you don't spill, burn yourself, anything of the sort. A proud, loving warm smile plastered on his face the entire time. It was both a means of bonding and teaching you more of his secret cooking tips he wouldn't tell a soul about.
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༯ ࣪ ﹏𓊝 ⋆. The moon hangs full above the idle mast, casting a spell on the currently anchored ship of the Whitebeard Pirates, lanterns swing from ropes, their golden glow flickering across their faces. The sound of crickets trilling in the grassy field ahead was loud, never loud enough to overcome their cheerful singing and laughters erupting like cannon, as they partied, for whatever reason.
Their excuse? "There is no celebration, we simply celebrate living through another day !" With half empty barrels of rum, sake.. you name it, beside them.
And you were there in the middle of them, on god knows how many bottles of rum. Probably not much, considering your tolerance. You couldn't afford to drink that much. Though you were already a tad bit tipsy, losing count of the previous ones.
Beside you, was your significant lover, none other than Ace.
"Cheers again!"
"Cheers ! To the charming lady who stole my heart ~ " He said with a cheerful smile on his face, the one he'd always wear. The one that always caused a flutter in your heart. His voice dropping down an octave at the last sentence.
You simply enjoyed eachother's presence, a bit too much. The sound of the crowd almost vanishing, that of boots stomping as the others danced with wild abandon, some arm in arm, some spinning solo.
Just as you were about to grab yourself another bottle, he did it. again. His signature move.
Ace's freckled face suddenly fell on your lap, his previous laughter soon replaced with a faint snore. Your eyes widened as you looked down at him. Hands suspended above your head, unsure of what to do.
You blinked a few times, processing it, and before you knew it, you unwillingly burst into tears. Probably due to the alcohol, but that was a conversation for another day.
"Ace !! Are you dead ?! " You whined, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him. Tears helplessly falling along your tinted cheeks.
Noticing your fussy state amidst the chaos, Marco walked up to you, arms crossed, he let out an amused laughter at the two of you.
"Haha ! Y/N !! You really crying? Give him a minute or two, you should get used to it by now."
That didn't go through your head. Not the slightest bit. You continued shaking him like you're trying to reach a coin from an empty penny bank.
He soon rose from his— rather short slumber, looking at you with a dead, plain expression. Like you had just insulted his entire bloodline, accessing the situation in his half drowsy, half drunken head.
He raised an eyebrow as he saw the tears on your face. Upon noticing that, you promptly averted your gaze away from him, wiping them off using the back of your sleeve.
"..Were you crying?? " Portgas asked, a mix of worry and amusement stirring in his voice, each of the two fighting for dominance.
"Absolutely not." You affirmed, your response quick and sharp.
"Pehahaha ! You wereeee ~ " He insisted in a tune-ish tone. A laugh eventually booming out of him. A laughter that always brought warmth to your chest, no matter what. Even now, when you were pretending to be mad.
Scooting closer to you, he draped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you against his side. His free hand curling into a fist and ruffling your hair playfully. "You thought I died or somethin' ?" The brunette teased, low chuckles escaping the back of his throat despite him. Holding himself back.
"..Could you stop doing that out of the blue? Atleast warn me beforehand!! What if you actually died?? What would I do with myself, Ace!" You dramatized, perhaps way too much. It's the alcohol, again.
He didn't exactly try to ridicule you or make fun of you, knowing how emotional you'd get in your light headed form. He leaned closer and pressed a kiss to the side of your head, patting your shoulder reassuringly.
"You're such a crybaby. I won't die, not anytime soon, and especially not because of this. Alright?"
How ironic.
"..'Better not, you fool.." You mumbled under your breath.
༯ ࣪ ﹏𓊝 ⋆. When you thought he hadn't heard you, well, he had. His earlier amused smile shifting into a warm, content one. Finding your tipsy, worried self oddly endearing. But brushing off this funny interaction aside, not wanting to bring down the mood, both of you soon placed your focus back to enjoying your quality time alongside eachother before the end of the night.
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˙✧˖🔧 ⋆｡˚ A gruesome fight had just ended between the Kid Pirates and another rookie crew, who foolishly thought they were good enough and actually stood a chance to match against your captain.
Your crew, of course, left the attack victorious. Albeit, the ship, Victoria, was left in a tremendously bad shape. And you were so kind to offer fixing up a few loose wooden boards.
Spoiler: You had no shipwrighting experience whatsoever.
And so you struggled, for hours. Deseperately attempting to fix the mess.. and you just may have made it worse. Though your pride didn't allow you to admit you couldn't do it.. or maybe the fear of telling Kidd. So, you simply chose to drown in silence.
You sat down, leaning against the railing. Smoothing your hair back and sighing, a few tears falling from your face with your forehead in yours hands, elbows propped on your knees.
This was dumb. Why were you crying?
You thought: everyone is so strong and reliable, You thought you could at least help with some measly ship fixing.
Zoning out, your mind eventually turned off, but your tears never ceased raining down your face. Until he passed by.
A deep, aggressive voice pierced through your earlier silence.
"Oi — You done fixing that up or what ?!"
You immediately flinched, standing up abruptly, with a hammer still in your hand. Face slightly reddened and puffy from your quiet sobs.
Kidd wasn't born yesterday, he certainely wasn't the smartest one in the bunch, either. But when something was wrong, he could definitely sense it.
" What the hell. Y/N. Crying, on my ship ? In my sight?? " He scolded roughly. A growl emitting beneath his words.
"I'm not crying, I just couldn't figure out how t —" You gave him a half-assed excuse, gripping the hammer tighter around your hand.
Eustass looked back and forth between you, the hammer, and the still unfixed mess behind you. It wasn't hard to put two and two together.
"Tch— You're pathetic, give me that." He commanded firmly, his tone as gruff as ever as he took the hammer from your hand by force in one swift motion. Kneeling down where the touching up needed to be done, and getting to work without another word.
"Captain, you didn't have to, I can—" You protested quietly, walking behind him.
"Shut up and actually make yourself useful— Bring more screws. Now."
Not another word was spoken from you. You quickly hurried off to grab more supplies, sighing in relief on your way.
˙✧˖🔧 ⋆｡˚ Why, relief? Because you knew. You knew he wasn't actually mad. That's just how he is. A tough exteriour, hiding a much more caring and reliable facade, especially towards you and the rest of his crewmates. You could tell he felt just a tad bit bad for your pathetic, sorry self. Though he would never admit it out loud. And he didn't necessarily have to, since you could read him like a book anyway.
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⊱ 🧊 ׅ ✧ ⋮ Onboard the famous Polar Tang submarine, where everyone else was busy managing whatever important stuff going on. You, on the other hand, were.. well, definitely busy, with something else.
Curled up in a ball on the couch of Law's office, wrapped around yourself like a cocoon, face buried in your knees. You weeped, uncontrollably. Like you just witnessed the sky shattering and falling above you. Your form shaking slightly with each sob errupting out of you.
And there he was, sitting on his desk, his multiple attempts at focusing on his work were futile.
He'd already tried comforting you, but those attempts were just as pointless.
He wiped a hand roughly over his face, as if he was giving up on life itself entirely.
"Will you stop crying over that already ? " He grumbled gruffly, his gaze shifting to you again.
"No !! I feel so, terribly bad, I wish the ground opened and swallowed me whole ! "
"So dramatic." Trafalgar sneered, rolling his eyes.
"You just don't get it!" You whined.
"Oh, I do get it." He affirmed amidst standing up, making his way towards you again. He sat beside you, awkwardly.
You were unconsollable.
"..Listen, I really don't think Bepo's the type to hold a grudge over you accidentally stepping on him— Hell, he doesn't hold grudges at all. He's just Bepo." Law assured you, placing an awkward hand on your back, patting it a few times.
You eventually pulled your face out of your knees, sniffling, dabbing at your tears with the back of your hand.
"But— He looked so pained, and sad, and the way HE apologized because of MY mistake —"
"He's not sad, I was with him just a moment ago, he's playing cards with Penguin and the others like nothing happened. I bet he already forgot about it."
You paused. It was a long, dramatic pause. You wanted the earth to swallow you whole once again, but this time, for different circumstances. You just embarassed yourself, crying senseless over nothing. Though your tears finally stopped their ceaseless falling.
He blinked a few times, confused by your sudden silence, and the way you stared at him.
"..Really? He's not sad? Or mad at me?" You asked again, making sure, again, and again.
"I never lied to you." Law reassured you, times over, and over. As much as you needed.
With a now relieved smile, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close for a hug. He stiffened and stilled for a moment, a small, barely there blush brushing against his cheeks. But he didn't hesitate to hug you back.
"Idiot. You should really save your tears for more important matters next time." The surgeon mumbled against your hair as he plopped his chin ontop of your head. More of an advice than a scold, he didn't exactly like seeing you crying, and it showed, in his own special way.
⊱ 🧊 ׅ ✧ ⋮ He wasn't exactly the emotional type of guy. When it came to situations like this, or any situation, really. He was always more logical, rational, and critical. He acted on finding a solution rather than giving out comfort, but he learned to know how to balance between the two when it came to you, he deeply cared, despite not showing much through his cold and distant facade. Which only seemed to collapse around you.
Cw: cum play, marathon sex, a hint of armpit action, oral sex (fem receiving), scent kink, temperature play
LUFFY will lick the sweat off your body while he’s fucking you. He’s addicted the salty-sweet tang, his tongue flattening against your shoulder and leading a wet trail of spit up to the side of your neck. He flipped you over and licked between the valley of your breasts, your collarbones, your forehead, even your armpits. Your captain can be quite nasty.
ZORO’S no stranger to sweat, especially not yours. After he’s fucked you to the point of sweaty exhaustion he’ll pull out, scoop some of his cum dripping out of you, and smear it over your body. He takes pride in seeing your mixed essence all over you. He’ll be tempted to lick it off you. There are times where he pulls you close to him just to feel more of you.
SANJI’S five senses are attuned to your very being, and instead of nulled they’re amplified. He can feel your body reacting to his touch, see every micro expression you make, taste the desperation in your lips, and hear every gasp and moan. But most importantly he can smell you. Your pussy’s sweat aroma puts him on a high he’s never felt before. And when you sweat it nearly sends him into a frenzy. He’ll pull out to taste your juices, and he won’t stop your slick thighs from squeezing around his head.
You’ll find ACE’S hands feeling all over your body once your skin starts glistening with sweat. It gets him all worked up, the soft wetness of your hips and thighs. His hips will snap harder into you and he’ll use his devil fruit to manipulate the rooms temperature. The sheets will be totally soaked by the time you’re done but it’s worth it for ACE.
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