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
Law didn't put much thought in how he felt about you.
He always saw you as someone he cares about, you're one of his crew so of course he would care about you.
Till he noticed you're in his everyday thoughts.. he can't picture a future where you aren't in.
Everything reminds law of you, he can't see anything the same anymore. The world looked different now
If he saw your favorite snack or a plushy he knew you’d like, he bought it
But he isn't brave enough to give it to you face to face..
Law puts the gift he got you and places it on your bed for you to find.
He gets a lot overprotective. You're someone he loves and he can't handle losing someone he loves again, he won't let it happen no matter what
He starts giving you more tasks to do, as a way to keep you longer on the ship. He purposely avoids letting you go on dangerous or threatening missions
Sure it was selfish, But at least it's you are safe and close
Yet law can't bring himself to confess.
What if you don't feel the same way?
What if everything between you both gets ruined because of a dumb confession.
His chests feels tight, his heart is beating fast. He's about to tell you how he feels, how he can't stand being away from you, how he can't picture a future without you in it.
"The tea leaves are bland. We should buy new ones" that's the only thing he can manage to say.
Coward..
Law repeats to himself , he blew up yet another chance of confessing.
That's it. He won't hide himself from you. You deserve to know the truth, he can't just keep you in the shadows.
multiple one piece boys; fluff!! || where you like to [casually] touch your man || 1.2k
No matter what was going on or what he was wearing, Luffy always looked good— whether that be ‘cute’, ‘hot’, ‘handsome’, ‘pretty’ or some other flattering adjective— he was a looker. End of story. But you couldn’t help but especially love when his straw hat wasn’t on his head; watching his hair rest over his forehead or rustle with the wind always had you staring. It was an absolute pleasure to run your fingers through his black tresses to feel the softness, running your nails along his scalp to make him shiver with tingles and sigh in content. The first time, he fell asleep in your lap within seconds. He’d woken up with a plea to do it some more so he could actually bask in the feeling and from then on it was something he actively sought out. It felt so good, soothing, relaxing…whether it was just a passing ruffle or hours worth of head massaging, he adored it, and he adored you.
How could you not want to grab Sanji’s waist? He was the perfect prince charming with such a lean figure and a subtle hourglass cinch to his waist that was worth drooling over. And drool you did because goddamn, did your boyfriend deserve someone to lavish him with heart eyes and attention. You loooove to come up behind him and grip his waist, either resting there or giving it a good squeeze; it’s usually followed with a kiss anywhere you can reach, or kisses everywhere you can reach. The first time it ever happened, his nose bled like a popped vessel and he melted into your arms. Practically begged you to not let go. The action has him forever smiling and blushing, giving you reciprocal heart eyes (though that’s typical behavior when he’s around you anyway). His own hands will find yours, rubbing over your knuckles so intimate and sweet, voice a soft murmur as he gives you an adoring little ‘hi’ followed by whatever french nickname he has for you at that moment.
Zoro worked hard to obtain his level of strength and physique. You thought that dedication needed some praise: and no praise was better than feeling up those biceps. It was damn near a ritual when you slid your hands up his tanned arms, fingers dipping under the sleeves of the shirt he had on, curling around the defined and bulging muscle. Sometimes you squeezed once, sometimes you squeezed a few more, sometimes you let your nails gently sink into the skin before easing up. His ears turned red the very first time it happened, wide eyed and stunned, before he gave you his usual smirk. He’s so fucking smug when you do it now, lazy and lidded eyes watching, murmurs like ‘yeah? Like that flex?’ and other similar comments escaping him. He eats your admiration UP— but he’ll also let you see those genuine smiles and bashful looks every once in a while.
It’s your boyfriend’s fault for never wearing a shirt, and the rare times he does, Ace still has it open to show his toned chest. So, really, in your defensive opinion: he’s basically inviting you to feel him up. Which you do. Gladly. Anywhere, anytime— you slide your hands up and down his skin lazily, fingers mapping out the lines of muscles, entirely unabashed. When you first did so, he caught fire. Literally: hair ablaze, flames licking up his shoulders and blazing from his palms. He likes it a lot, maybe too much. Having you so open with your affection— your admiration, your infatuation, it’s so intoxicating in the best way. He feels so loved and seen. Even if he expects it now, he still gets all fuzzy inside and giddy, cheeks always coloring a pretty pink, but he also gives you a big grin and that lovely laugh of his.
Honestly, Sabo didn’t think anything of his looks most of the time. He knew he was considered fairly handsome and the scar over his left eye had never bothered him. But you? Ohhhhoho, you worship that man like the pretty thing he is. During quiet moments and/or downtime, your hands always- at least once in those time periods- find his handsome face; thumbs rubbing his cheeks, pointer finger mapping out all his features, grip gently curling around his jaw, tracing along his scar. He had a windows shut down moment and a whole system reboot when you first did so, stammering nonsense and staring dumbly. Now, there’s always an infatuated smile and a twinkle in his eyes to boot. He can’t get enough of the way you treat him, shown by his honeyed and sometimes endearingly cheeky murmurs during.
Your lovely boyfriend works too much and too hard. Law wouldn't know what self care was if he was given the textbook definition and a drawn diagram. So you take it upon yourself to not only take care of him but to show him some love. Like clockwork, every time you see him hunched over his desk (which is a lot), your hands find his shoulders; fingers getting a comfortable grip, massaging them, working out knots and tension…when they relax to a point you’re pleased with- and him, based on his small sighs- you slide down to his back to either rub soothingly or work your thumbs over any sore muscles. He’d like to say he was composed when it first happened, but the truth was, he completely melted into a puddle. It’s fifty-fifty on if he’ll keep working while you do so or abandon it entirely, but he will quietly express his gratitude and love for you, either way.
[longer bonus] Kid’s prosthetic arm was a source of pride and determination. It made him stronger, made him want to continue to get stronger, and he didn’t really give it any other mind past that. Until you got a hold of him. You couldn't explain it, but lavishing your soft touches to the metal was a favorite pastime of yours, whether intentional or subconsciously. Your fingers barely press down as you run them over the dips and edges of the prosthetic. Gentle, even if he couldn’t feel it. The first time (rather, the first time he noticed you doing it), he almost jerked away, unused to such affections in the early stages of your relationship…The thought of it, though, was…nice. After battling with himself for weeks, one quiet night, he finally asked you to run the motions of your fingers over his right arm, so he could actually feel it. So when you were stroking the metal limb, he could think back to how it felt, and know exactly the care you were giving him. The way your fingers gently roamed his skin made him shiver and sigh, almost reluctant to show vulnerability, but doing it anyway because…it was you. He was big and strong, like a damn tank, yet you showed him a gentleness he would’ve never known, had he not fallen for you. It was special, even if he struggled to admit any of it aloud. So now every time your hand finds his prosthetic, he’ll give you a softer look if in private or one of his smug little smirks in front of the others. He can feel it, in his mind, and it makes his heart flutter every. time.
Hc's of One Piece Men as dad's / having a pregnant S/O
Reader could be any pov. We support M!preg ♡
List of characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Ace.
Tw: Pregnancy.
Fluff, a bit of angst.
Go check part 2
My first ever post about headcanons, please, if you enjoyed this silly thing, vote. Even comment suggestions ♡.
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Monkey D. Luffy:
★ Yes. He knows how children are made.
★ He probably didn't understand at first what it trully meant to become a father though.
★ Responsability striked probably way too late.
★ He realised when he saw you not being able to defend yourself. Probably in danger.
★ After that, he would try to be more careful, when he fights, he asks the crew to take you away or shielding you from any threat.
★ It amused him nonetheless having a child on the way, and asked a lot of questions, even if you yourself didn't know how to answer.
★ He gets really frustrated seeing you in trouble during pregnancy, like cramps, morning sickness, cravings and trouble handling emotions.
★ He is poorly socially aware and an impulsive talker. Probably would accidentally make rude or out of pocket comments that don't suit your delicate situation.
★Wouldn't know how to properly show you support when you felt your mood swings and have self steem issues. Tends to say dumb shit to make you laugh though.
★ "It's okay to be fat, you are eating a lot!" ... "Wait, why are you crying more?!"
★ At the end of the day he is excited to meet his child.
★ Everyone hopes the baby doesn't take after Luffy. One is enough.
★ Doesnt know anything about children. But is willing to try his best and learn.
★ Will give you heart attacks at seeing him holding the baby wrong or playing with it like a toy.
★ Would 100% stretch his arm from the crib to the bed as he placed the baby and now had his hand trapped under it's tiny body, too scared to remove it and wake the poor thing up.
Roronoa Zoro:
★ Couldn't believe it when you announced it to him.
★ Lowkey was affraid at first. Didn't feel preppared for a responsability like that
★ Felt actually bad as he thought how to break the news to you about how he "wasn't ready" when the baby was already on the way.
★ The first time it kicked he was napping. You yelled across the ship for him to come feel it kicking.
★ Since that momment he fell in love with his unborn child.
★ Doesn't like to show how excited he is. Always trying to act nonchalant and tuff before the crew and other people.
★ In private likes to speak to your belly like the baby is a complete functional person.
★ "It's a restless one" you say, an uncomfortable smile on your face as you caress your swollen belly. "Yo, little rascal. You are not even here and you are already causing trouble?"
★ Zoro cracks a smile every single time.
★ When the time for your delivery was coming closer, Robin made him scared saying how living in a ship and the stressful life of a pirate ship could make your water broke at any time.
★ Since then, he can't nap properly, high alert all the time and tense.
★ Once born, the restless nights made him literally his sleep schedule even more chaotic than it already was.
★ You found him once asleep on the Galley, empty baby bottle in one hand, your child in the other cuddled against his chest, both heavily asleep.
★ That image was the cutest thing you've ever seen.
Vinsmoke Sanji:
★ Oh, he passed out.
★ He got so shocked and excited he cried like a baby.
★ After crying his eyes off, he hugged you the strongest he has ever held you.
★ "I love you so much... thank you for giving me this chance. I promise I wont dissapoint."
★ Kisses your forehead good morning and kneels down to kiss your belly, even when the bump was barely noticeable. Every. Single. Day.
★ Tried to stop smoking. He doesn't want to intoxicate the air you're in.
★ Now he only smokes late at night on Sunny's deck, alone with his thoughts.
★ Usually catches himself smilling at the idea of having a gorgeous baby girl, to raise her like a princess (he doesn't mind a boy, he just rlly wants a girl)
★ Cooks you ANYTHING you want, ANYTIME you want.
★ Top listener and comforter.
★ Whenever you are havin self steem issues he knows exactly how to comfort you.
★ "No, no... My dove please don't cry. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on." ... "Don't be rough on yourself, in my eyes you are even more gorgeous than ever." ... "Of course I would still love you, you are carrying now the All Blue of my heart in your womb."
★ Everytime you do something that takes an extra effort (like step on a ladder, carry a lot of bags, or play rough with Luffy), Sanji is already there, softly guiding you to take a seat and lecturing you on not being too rough on your precious body.
★ Held your hand throught the whole delivery, didnt complain a single time.
★ Had the sweetest, most calming aura ever. Helping to ease your stress.
★ He held your guy's baby and silently cried, hoping not to wake up the poor child nor you, as you rested.
Trafalgar Water D. Law:
★ Tbh he has mixed feelings.
★ Even with the baby already delivered he wasn't excited. It was bittersweet. You were fine, that made him feel at ease. But now he had to take care of a new life with you. Each time he thought about it a lump got stucked in his throat.
★ Not like he doesn't love you and the child doesn't make him happy. He is proud of how for you both have come, and the fruits of your labor.
★ He just felt a huge unease at the idea of becoming a father.
★ After all he's been through, and all he's seen, it felt almost like a sin to bring such innocence into a cruel world like this.
★ However, when he steps into his private quarters to see you feeding your guy's child, all the guilt dissapears.
★ He didn't really feel touched during the whole pregnancy, usually occupying himself with work. It wasn't until he actually held that tiny baby, with it's chubby hands held his finger to try and suck it.
★ After a while the baby was there, and everything just... settled down, he couldn't speak about how bad he felt for being so distant during the pregnancy.
★ One day you found him changing a diaper and softly smiling as the baby looked at him with a funny face.
★ "Look what the sea brought in." You teased. A grin on your lips, but your eyes filled with love.
★ Instead of getting annoyed or ignoring he hugged you, pulling you into a warm embrace.
★ "Hope one day you can forgive me..." Is all he said before kissing your temple.
★ He is not a very affectionate dad. But expresses his love the best he can.
★ The crew loves that baby, they play with it every time they can. But pannick the second it cries.
★ Surprisingly clingy to it's papa. Law's calm aura makes the tiny thing get at ease.
Portgass D. Ace:
★ You tried to keep it a secret fro a while. But of course he noticed something was wrong and you had to tell him.
★ You hoped he would comfort you and tell you something like "We'll get through this together."
★ He pannicked with you. Both of you sitting in the Moby dick's bathroom having a shared meltdown.
★ After a while decided to keep it. Tough decision. You guys were still too young.
★ Ace felt guilty. Having the blood of Gol D. Roger, and having a child on the way made him feel like he was repeating the story. But this time, he was going to make it right.
★ Went to talk to Marco about it. Expecting guidance, got his ass whooped instead.
★ Later that day, both of you were getting the biggest lecture about safe sex.
★ Whitebeard wasn't particularly happy, but refused to lecture you and Ace about it.
★ A couple of months later everyone was overjoyed. Ace being the happiest. Throwing celebrations, plans, a baby shower even.
★ He took this opportunity as a life mission to prove himself that, even if his biological father was never there, and probably never even cared about him, perhaps not even his mom, he would be different. Better.
★ Tried to learn his best about babies and parenthood. Even asked all pirates he knew that had children for advice.
★ Everytime he had to leave, he hugged you tightly and kissed you until your lips were tired. He caressed your belly, even pressed his forehead against the bump.
★ Always offering a big smile, he said "Don't bring trouble. I'll be back soon. Stay safe."
★ Sadly, at his excecution whitebeard absolutely forbid you to be any close to Marinefort. You were in no state of stepping into the battlefield.
CW: Vaginal sex, Semi(?) Public sex, Shotgunning, Gropping, Needy!Reader, Soft!Dom Sanji, Oral (MtoF), Dirty(?)Talk, Tiddy gropping, Kinda Aftercare, but you’re sleep, Pet Names
Bad Summary: Sanji finally gets his alone time with you after being separated for so long.
“This is beautiful, Ji..”
You were astounded by the scenery, the entire area filled with falling Sakura petals, the steam from the onsen complimenting the blue hue from the water below it. It was all too good to be true.
“I’m glad you like it.” Sanji grins from behind, untying your robe to reveal your VERY small bikini your pervy boyfriend insisted you wore. “I had to do a few favors to make sure it was just us tonight.”
You turn your head to look at him in shock, “Just us? Wait you did wh—“
As much as your curiosity was cute to him he didn’t want you worrying about what he already had handled. So he hushed you with a passionate kiss, “Don’t fret, my love.”
From convincing to crew to stay a far distance as well as paying off the owners to allow you both the night here was all he needed to know.
As for you. He just wanted your presence, and a little more if your permit.
His eyes couldn’t stop falling off to your figure, from your lips to your erect nipples poking out the thin fabric of which Sanji smirked while biting his lip, all the way down to your perfect bottom.
You both sat in the heated water, your eyes exploring the entire quiet area, still so immersed by the overwhelming beauty and simplicity of it all, your love cook lights his cigarette and watches you like a kid in a candy store, eyes so big and round.
You never grew up seeing such luxury and he knew this, which was why he wanted to make sure to give you the world and more now that he has you, and he wants to start off right with an evening relaxing under the stars.
“You like it?” Sanji pulls your waist to sit down on his lap and he leans on one of the bigs smooth rocks behind him.
“I love it! It’s so pretty!”
“Not as pretty as you.” Sanji blow the smoke out his nose to then cup your cheek so you can turn your face and kiss him.
You moan into his kiss, you held back earlier, in fear you may be heard by a walking civilian, but after being reassured it’s just you both, the sudden need of being loud and unashamed erupted into your body.
You loved kissing Sanji, the way how he starts off so slowly with your supple lips, to then grow hungrier and messier as he slowly moves you to straddle him. His hands not letting up from giving your breast a firm squeeze for one more moan so he can push his tongue against yours, eventually wrapping it around to stuck on.
Feeling you squirm and grind on top of him sanji pulls away to glance down, his eyes were opened to see your naughty little fingers handed right at the center of his crotch.
“In rush, baby?” Sanji chuckles as you notice your hand placement and quickly retracted it feeling completely embarrassed.
“I’m sorry…it probably wasn’t your intent to—“
Taking a hit of his cigarette he holds his smoke in and calmly places his hand around your throat, putting his thumb on your lower lip as a signal to open your mouth, you knew from his low lidded gaze what he wanted to do, you lean in, ready for him to blow the smoke inside your mouth and then back into another heated kiss.
You’ve done it with him quite a few times and it never fails to cause both you and him to start up something less than decent between you both. Maybe it’s the smoke in your mouth, his saliva, or the way he mutters “fuck” everytime you push against him during the kiss but it always riles you up.
“My intent is to make you feel good.” He mumbles on your lips to land another peck, “And if you want that to feel good then that’s what I’ll give you…”
His raspy voice will never not bring a chill up your spine, and Sanji knew that. He moves you both further into the water, you standing tall as he sit in the somewhat shallow water looking down at him, seeing the pretty petals fall on his pretty skin as he looks at you as if he found the All Blue himself.
“I love you, Y/n…”
“I love you more…”
He wraps his arms around your plush tummy kissing it, his lips soft as feathers your legs got shaky, how could a nonsexual act make you feel so weak?
And your boyfriend noticed
which is how you landed here;
“S-sanji!”
Your bikini bottoms now floating away, your leg hiked over his shoulder, Sanji was tongue fucking your needy little hole right in the middle of the Onsen.
“So….fucking good.” He groaned at your taste, you been wet since the first kiss and he could tell, and for making you wait so long for what you needed most.
You rocked your hips as he moved from your slit to your clit, giving it sloppy open mouthed kisses and nibbles as he massaged your ass while keep you steady, it was all so slutty and yet you couldn’t get enough when he got like this.
“Yes! Sanji yes!” Throwing your head back, rubbing and tugging against his scalp you felt yourself get close and the closer to orgasm you got, the louder you became.
Shoving two fingers inside you, he peers up at you, smirking against your lips, proud he can make you feel so so so
“relaxed”.
You almost fell while cumming on his tongue, but alas Sanji caught you, holding your waist to place you on his lap, pulling out his cock to finally be freed and without any thought you took it upon yourself to look down and guide yourself down on it, completely bottoming out causing you both to break out jnto a moan as you laid your back onto his sweaty wet chest.
It almost startled him from how quick you were to have him inside you, usually he was the one to be anticipating but your eagerness,
“B-baby you—-! Fuck I could have done it for y-you!”
“I’m sorry I…I need you…”
He hummed, pushing back your curls he latched onto your neck, allowing you to slowly bounce atop of him ad he also draw small tight circles on your clit. and there it was again—
“I’m…!”
With a swift movement Sanji untied your binkini bra as you were distracted from focusing on your next orgasm and grabbed one breast to then squeeze and tug on your nipples.
You giggle shortly then break into a whimper feeling his cock head graze against your sweet spot. Your eyes completely shut, but yet you are feeling so much of what Sanji was doing to your body only made you cry out more.
And dammit Sanji loved it.
He loved it so much he knew he had to take advantage of the evening with you.
So, that’s what he did-
from bending you over the rocks, to 69 beside the water, to fucking you against a pillar and walls your perverted man did not let up and you couldn’t be more grateful about his impressive stamina.
But like all things it came to a overstimulated end. Your numb body on top of his on the ground after another delicious orgasm from riding him Sanji massages your back.
“Baby…you asleep?”
And you were, soundly sleeping on his chest, he couldn’t understand how only because you usually felt too uncomfortable to cock warm him, but your boyfriend didn’t mind, so after a few kisses and rubs to your bum, he carefully lifts you , hissing at his softened cock pulling out of you and carries you to the room as both your bikini and his shorts float in the water.
Oh well, he’ll get them in the morning.
For now though he just wanted you in his arms, softly snoring under a warm blanket holding you so close as if you’d fly away, he missed you so much he couldn’t stop staring and kissing your pretty resting face, as well as admiring the marks he gave you on your body.
thinking about how Ace has gone his whole life with insecurities. how since he was a fucking child no taller than the knee of the people who told him that he was a monster, he's understood that he was doomed as a human to a life of misery and hatred and guilt. how even though it wasn't his fault that he was the son of a demon, he would reap what roger sowed deep into his blood until the day he dies.
he was a monster. he never should have been born, and the only reason he was, was so that the people his "father" wronged could be given closure knowing that they could take their anger out on the son of a devil.
he believed this with how whole soul. that is, until he met you. and suddenly, his cheeks are pink and he's giggling like a schoolgirl in his cabin to the memory of how you glanced at him across the deck, instead of wallowing in self-hatred and anger. suddenly, he's asking Marco for advice on how to talk to girls, instead of letting his own insecurities tie him down and keep him silent about his feelings, gushing about how pretty you are during a dinner with the crew. suddenly, he kinda thinks he looks nice when he caught a glance of himself in the reflection in the water after you told him he looked handsome tonight.
normally, a compliment would only hurt. if someone told him he looked attractive, the only thought on his mind was how similar he looked to roger. if someone told him he was kind for some reason, all he could think about was how many people he's probably hurt. if anyone told him he was a good person, all he could think about was how his mother died for him before he even saw her face long enough to remember it.
but when you say it, it sticks. and it sticks in a way that makes him feel lighter than air, how he knew you were being honest, so maybe... he wasn't all that bad? he almost feels guilty for considering himself less than an ugly monster for even more than a second, but then you flash him that grin and tell him he's so sweet for paying for your drink, and he can't help but forget all about his problems and turn pink.
when you're out in public, he doesn't want to embarrass you, but it's a little crowded, so of course he's gonna keep his hands on you at all times. just so you don't get lost. totally platonic... buuuuut then you lean into him a bit, and he gets a whiff of your perfume, and marco's having to snap his fingers in front of his face so loverboy over here can snap out of it before he starts drooling too bad.
now he's the embarrassed one, but it's worth it when you giggle at his idiocy and pull him along, hand in hand.
maybe one day he'll work up the courage to tell you how he feels, but for now, Ace is completely content with the giddy feeling in his chest when you make eye contact across the deck, not having to worry about if you'll leave him or realize what he truly is, because you're you, and that's who's captured the Fire Fist's heart.
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."
“The Haitian Revolution was one of the great episodes of human history. Although perpetually overshadowed by the American and French Revolutions, which preceded and to a degree caused it, it forever changed the history of the world. It witness the first successful slave uprising, introduced the first African-led nation in the new world, and profoundly affected France, the United States, and the neighboring nations and colonies of the hemisphere.”
Warnings: Talks of narcolepsy (written with the headcanon that ace has narcolepsy) that should be everything<3 if there's anything else lmk I'll add it :)
Summary: Three times ace has fallen asleep, One time where you return the favor 👀
Masterlist
#1
The restaurant was loud, warm, and smelled like grilled meat and spices.
Ace was already three plates in and somehow still talking between bites, animatedly explaining something that had happened earlier that day.
You smiled, half-listening, half-watching him with quiet amusement.
“And then I told him if he touched my food again I’d-”
He stopped,Mid-sentence.
You didn’t even blink.
Your hand moved automatically, reaching across the table just in time for his head to tip forward into your palm instead of straight into his plate.
The bartender behind the counter stared.
“…Is he okay?”
You looked up with a small smile.
“Yeah. He does this.”
Ace was fully asleep, face relaxed, still somehow holding his fork. Clearly hes used to this...
The bartender looked deeply concerned. You just sighed fondly.
“Can I also get two more plates for when he wakes up?”
#2
The deck was quiet for once.
The ocean stretched endlessly around the ship, the late afternoon sun turning everything gold.
You sat cross-legged near the railing while Ace rested beside you, his head comfortably in your lap, hat discarded on the wood next to you.
At first, the two of you talked lazily about nothing...where to sail next, what kind of food he wanted for dinner, whether or not he could fight a seagull and win. (He insisted yes.)
Eventually, his voice got quieter. Then slower.
Then stopped altogether. You looked down. Ace was asleep...
A soft laugh escaped you as you brushed a few dark strands from his face.
Of course.
His breathing had evened out, small quiet snores barely audible over the waves.
You leaned back against the railing, fingers absentmindedly running through his hair.
He shifted slightly, unconsciously leaning further into your touch.
Your chest ached a little. He looked so peaceful like this. So safe.
You stayed there long after your legs had gone numb, just petting his hair and watching the sky change colors.
#3
You were in the middle of a conversation with Thatch when suddenly warm arms wrapped around your waist from behind.
For exactly one second, you thought: Awww a hug.
Then you felt the full weight of Ace leaning against you.
…and the slow, even breaths against your neck. You blinked.
“…Did he just fall asleep standing up?”
There was a beat of silence. Then Thatch sighed like this was a completely normal Tuesday.
“Yep.”
You couldn’t help laughing softly, adjusting your stance so he wouldn’t slide to the floor.
Ace only made a quiet sleepy noise and held on tighter. Ridiculous.
Absolutely ridiculous.
And yet, your hands still reached up to rest over his.
“He said he was tired earlier,” Thatch added, leaning against the railing beside you with far too much amusement on his face.
“Clearly.”
You tilted your head slightly so it rested against Ace’s.
“I’m starting to think I’m just his favorite pillow.”
Thatch snorted. “Sweetheart, at this point, you’re basically his emotional support human.”
You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “That bad?”
“its that obvious.”
As if to prove his point, Ace shifted again, somehow managing to get even more comfortable while fully asleep.
His grip around your waist tightened slightly, his face half-hidden against your shoulder.
You sighed, though there was no real annoyance behind it.
“Unbelievable.”
Thatch grinned.“And yet, you’re still standing there letting him use you as furniture.”
You smiled softly, resting your hands over Ace’s.
“…Yeah. I know.”
#4 (his pov)
Ace had planned on doing absolutely nothing.
He was leaning back against the wall, arms behind his head, eyes half-closed, just enjoying the rare quiet.
The sun was warm, the breeze was soft, and for once, nobody was yelling his name.
Perfect.
Then he felt it. A sudden weight dropping into his lap. He cracked one eye open. There she was.
His girl.
Face-down across his thighs, arms wrapped around his waist like he was some giant pillow she’d decided to claim. Her cheek was pressed against his stomach, legs stretched out behind her, completely relaxed like this was the most natural thing in the world.
Ace blinked once. Then a slow, smug grin spread across his face.
“Well, hey there,” he murmured, reaching down to ruffle your hair.
You made a small noise. Half protest, half laugh, without opening your eyes.
“Don’t,” you mumbled, biting back a smile..trying and failing to sound annoyed.
Ace let out a quiet laugh, the kind that shook his whole chest and made you shift slightly against him.
“I didn’t even say anything,” he teased, even though the look on his face was definitely saying everything.
You groaned softly and buried your face deeper into him.
Cute. Way too cute.
Ace’s heart did that stupid thing it always did around you, the warm, heavy feeling that made him feel like an idiot and the luckiest man alive at the same time.
He rested one warm hand against your back, rubbing slow circles without even thinking about it.
“You’re cute when you’re sleepy,” he said quietly.
No answer.
He looked down. You were already asleep. Just like that.
Ace stared for a second, his smile turning softer, something quieter, something real.
You trusted him enough to fall asleep anywhere, anytime, without thinking twice.
And somehow, that hit harder than anything else.
He leaned his head back against the wall again, one hand still resting on your back, thumb moving lazily against your shirt.
A/n~ it's not exactly same as the idea, however, it's still highly based on this one. I don't know why it gave off the skypiea vibe to me, but it just kinda did so, here we are~
✧ Masterlist ✧ Dividers from @pixopix
In the forest of skypiea, it wouldn't be weird if an enemy attacked your group right now. Robin walking ahead with grace, Nami struggling in her heels by your side, and Zoro.. uh, well acting like an idiot? Whatever, you call that— swinging by the vines dangling from the enormous woods.
“He's too carefree”, you mumble eyeing Zoro from the corner of your eye. Nami nods in agreement, “Couldn't agree more”
“Do you gotta problem?”, he snarks back with the usual bite in his voice.
“Nope!”, you snarl back with a click of your tongue.
“You, sure, don't sound too happy”, he contorts back with a smirk tugging at his lips.
Walking side by side with Nami, keeping her company as she struggles on the uneven ground.
You move fast as soon as you hear it, hand immediately going to your dagger on your hip, grabbing it swiftly and moving it efficiently, blocking a bullet before it could hit Nami. The bullet hits the dagger with a clang before hitting the ground.
Nami shrieks in horror, shrinking behind you, “What the hell?! I told you, this forest is weird and unsafe!”
“Are you alright?”, you ask her softly to which she replies in a soft hum.
You stare at the opponent in front of you, Zoro comes down from.. wherever, a branch. He gives a knowing look before his hands go to the hem of his swords.
“I'll be your opponent”, he says in the same curty tone and an evil smirk as if he is the villain of a show, taking out his swords and taking a stance.
The weird opponent kisses his gun before shooting in his direction, Zoro tackles each and every bullet cutting them in half with his swords, almost gracefully. You hate how he makes it look almost.. effortless.
Lurching at the weird opponent with the most devilish grin on his face, Zoro raises his sword, the opponent raises his gun. However, the gun isn't pointed at him, it's pointed at you. Clicking his tongue, “Your opponent is me!”, Zoro shouted, but, the course of the gun didn't change.
You were ready to deploy it with your dagger, clutching it tightly, for some reason, Zoro believed he needed to intervene. The bullet left the gun, and with a swift momentum of his legs, Zoro managed to get in its path, fast enough to reach there but not fast enough to deploy it with his swords.
The bullet goes through his chest, not instantly, but sinking agonizingly slowly into him. You immediately rushed in his direction, wide-eyed, an expression of horror on your face, “Zoro!”, you yelled.
Nami sank to the ground in disbelief, covering her lips, “No way- Zoro”, she whispered.
The bullet sank in him with a plop of thumping heart before sinking completely. No blood dripped from where he was shot, which was weird, he thought. “Zoro, Are you alright?”, you asked instantly, inspecting him for any injuries but you find none.
Zoro turned his head in your direction, and the same plopping heart thumping sound ran through him, what the fuck?
“Yeah, now that I have seen you; I'm completely fine”, he replied.
“Huh?”, you and Nami looked at him with the most unbelieving look ever.
“What? Did he just try to flirt or something?”, Nami questioned. You just stared at him blankly unable to comprehend his words into the circuits of your brain.
“But wait, that weird guy is still there! Get him already, Zoro!”, Nami yells pointing to the man standing nonchalantly as if he has won already.
Zoro just clicks his tongue in response. You sigh, “I'll do it, Nami. We need to figure out what that guy hit Zoro with. It has to have a sort of catch!”
“You're ri—!”
“Huh? Why are you going when I am here?”, Zoro intervenes instantly stepping forward.
“I'll take care of him, my lady”, he says before lurching at the guy.
“Huh? My lady?”, you and Nami repeat in union. “I think he hit his head, Nami”
“I agree with you”, you reply with a concerned face. He isn't being himself since he took that hit, you figured. It has to be somehow connected.
And once the opponent was caught with the help of Robin, you and your group interrogated him on what he had hit Zoro with. Which revealed out to be the power of ai-ai no mi (love-love fruit), and making people fall in love with the person they see first and for Zoro, it had been you.
Zoro had seen you after getting hit, and thus, making him fall in love with you. A deep sigh leaves you as your gaze flickers between zoro and the man, “But it has to have a time limit or something!”, you ask, arms crossed with an intimidating look.
“Yeah! The effect will wear out in 12 hours”, the man squeaked. “What the-”, you and nami gasp in union at the reveal. “So, you're telling me.. he's going to be like that for 12 hours?”, you point towards Zoro, who is glazing at you with a smile you don't recognize.
On your way back to the ship, Zoro cling close to you. Walking merely steps away from you as if guarding you with a smile just like before. “Can you fucking walk away from me?!”, you bicker at Zoro, expecting a similar response from him.
“If that's your wish”, he smirks. A course of frustration runs through your system at his reply. “Fuck you!”, you spit back.
“Could leave the fucking part to me? I swear that's gonna be more fun for you”, his smirk ever present on his face which seems to have grown wider. Your cheeks heat up, blood rushing making them red under the flush.
“Shut it!”
~During dinner~
You thought that the effect was going to wear out soon, but apparently it's been just 6 hours by now. You're half way there. It's not like you mind his behaviour, no, not at all. However, you feel guilty because he jumped in to save you which made him like this.
Sitting against the tree, you watch as everyone shares their information on the island and what happened with them. And then, Nami goes, “And so, Zoro is gonna be in love with y/n for next 6 more hours”, reminding you of the situation you had pulled him into.
“What the fuck?”, Sanji and Ussop revert back in union, their expression full of surprise and shock, “Ahem- so, that's why Marimo went on about staying away from y/n-chan”, Sanji chimes in with a smirk, though the initial shock still present in his voice.
“Shut your trap, twirly brows. She'd rather be with me than your sorry ass”, Zoro reverts back almost instantly.
“Huh?”, Sanji replies back in a frustrated tone.
“Isn't that right, my lady?”, Zoro asks facing you with a smirk. Your face lights up in the red again, “Huh?! What- I guess?”, was all you could muster up as a reply.
And as the time went on, you felt like you'd miss Zoro being like this. He seems cute and sweet like this.
Everyone has fallen asleep by now, including Zoro passed out after drinking tons of Sake. You stayed by his side (he persisted on you do), you glaze at his face glowing in the dimly lit moon light, he almost looks peaceful, “You're gonna be back to yourself again tomorrow, what a shame. I loved seeing you like this”, you mumble to yourself.
~In the morning~
“Good morning, my lady”, you're greeted with Zoro's words just like yesterday. “What? Did that thing not wear off??”, you squealed in response.
“Who knows. I can still feel that loud thumping right here”, he replies with a wink, hand to his chest as he says the latter words. “Wanna check?”, he asks with a smirk.
Feel like we dont talk about this enough /j, first of all my whump loving self is thriving, the sounds in this were exceptional
Second, Law in a skin tight black turtle neck? Um, yes please and ty
𖦹 armin arlert, your boyfriend, loves going to the beach with you.
beachy!armin who plans trips to the beach every other weekend as a chance to get away. he always invites the most important person in his life, you.
beachy!armin who overpacks every time without fail. who knows if you'll need a winter jacket at the beach? he's researched beach blizzards before and he knows the risk. he can never exercise too much caution, especially when it comes to you.
beachy!armin who lets you pick the music and all of the stops for food & snacks while driving. you're the passenger princess to the max he is not going to let you get bored in the car.
beachy!armin who dies seeing you in your bathing suit even if it's the most basic thing ever and you wear it every time. god help him if you wear something even slightly revealing.
beachy!armin who cooked and baked you the perfect lunch for the beach picnic he plans every time. it's filled with your favorite foods, desserts, and
beachy!armin who collects shells and sea glass to make you jewelry or decorate something for you. it's different every time. a couple of weeks ago he made a shell frame for a picture of the two of you, the week after, a beautiful set of shell earrings and a necklace, and this week it's a wedding ring.
beachy!armin who makes sure that every trip is diverse, often going to different beaches and visiting local restaurants and shops. it's never just the beach with him, he loves everything about the coast too.
beachy!armin who loves to watch you fall asleep in the car on the way back to your house. you always look so peaceful and calm, he finds you so beautiful.
beachy!armin who treats your potential sunburns with the upmost love and care. even if you get the tiniest amount of sun sickness, he's going to mend you to health like you've got a 104° fever. and if you got really hurt, jellyfish sting, stepped on a shell, etc, he won't let you move a muscle.
this fits so well with him! week two, day two of my sunkissed memories event, hope you enjoy <3
thinkin about… tall and sexy southern!eren yeager who’s got tatts running all down his broad, sun tanned arms. southern!eren who isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty with the grime and dirt from the garden he’s been building for you in the backyard over the past couple of days. southern!eren who’s emerald green eyes greedily find yours as he pulls his hair into a messy half up half down to guzzle the tall glass of homemade lemonade you made for him just like he asked because you’re his pretty little housewife who loves to cook for him. you’re dressed in that pretty pink polka dot vs set, your freshly done quickweave in pin curls that make you look like a doll. you’ve yet to take off your babydoll makeup look.
after eren finishes the glass you’re boasting about your day in the city with your girlfriends and flashing your 2000s french tip nails in his face with the biggest grin on your pretty face. “i wanted the base colour to be something like dnd’s ‘ballet slipper.’” you said, “you know that baby pink color i was showing you the other day, rennie? i got em on my toes, too.”
eren was leaning on the door of his truck, but even while doing so, he stands so tall in front of you, staring at you, his girl, lovingly as you talked his ear off, then pulling him into the cute cabin style house you to called home to eat dinner while it was still hot.
“you had fun today, baby?” he askes from behind you, his large hands rubbing little circles on your hip bone while you made the two of you dinner plates. you nodded, excitedly plopping yourself at the cute little circular wooden dinner table. eren listened carefully to you while you continued to talk, and he wondered if, in the back of your mind, you knew how much he truly loved hearing you speak. even if he didn’t show it as much, southern!eren couldn’t get enough of you.
@𝒫𝑅𝑅𝐼𝒩𝒞𝐸𝒮𝒮𝐵𝒜𝐵𝒴𝒟𝒪𝐿𝐿 2026 ⸻ please do not steal my work of feed it to ai, thank you!
