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I love your ace fics! Is there gonna be a part 3?

Ah thank you so much!! Yes there will be a part 3. I am in the process of writing it now but I've been sick the past few days which is why it's taking longer to write.

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Loving the Spade Pirate Captain (P2)

Fandom: One Piece

Character(s): Portgas D Ace x reader, OC crew members, Spade Pirates

Story: You joined Ace's crew just over a year ago and you both have been pining over each other ever since. After a Marine attack, Ace decides that it's time for you both to talk. Will you finally confess your feelings?

Words: 3570

T/W: Fluff, maybe some cursing, insinuation of sex, lots of kisses, some self-depricting Ace.

A/N: I love how much you guys enjoyed the first part so here is part 2! I can't wait for you guys to read part 3 too!

Part 1 is here.

Story:

“What did you want to talk about, Ace?” You asked, your voice not as sure as it was before.

The adrenaline from the fight still thrummed through you and your heart was racing. You wanted to make a quip about a battle report but you were suddenly full of anticipation as he led you down the corridor of the ship, his boots echoing in the empty space. Instead of heading to his office, he headed further into the lower deck, away from the celebration and any potential interruptions. 

When he finally stopped and turned to face you, his back was against the wall and his hat cast shadows across his features in the lantern light. His hand came up to adjust his hat nervously before he spoke, “back there… what you said about me being a good Captain, a good man despite who my father was-” his voice cracked slightly, “do you have any idea how much that means to me?” He sucked in a shaky breath, flames flickering briefly along his shoulders before he suppressed them.  “I’ve spent my whole life questioning whether I deserve to exist; whether the son of Gol D Roger has any right to live, to have friends, to-” He cut himself off and you felt your chest crack open at his words. “But you… you’ve been by my side for over a year now and you never once looked at me like I was a monster.” There was a pause as he stepped closer. “In the kitchen, you were going to tell me a secret, a secret that would change things…” He let the unspoken question hang there, his dark gaze on yours. 

You sucked in a breath like you were steeling yourself for what you were about to say. “I meant every word, Ace. You are a good man. That’s why-” You squeezed your eyes shut and tilted your head upwards to face the ceiling. “This shouldn’t be so hard,” you muttered, mainly to yourself. Then, you felt the tentative touch of his fingers brushing yours, an anchor in the swell of your emotion. You lowered your head but kept your eyes tightly shut. Your heart was thrumming like a trapped hummingbird as you opened your mouth again, voice barely above a whisper, “that’s why I’m in love with you, Ace.”

You held your breath at the silence that followed. It felt like it stretched on for eternity but was likely only a few heartbeats. Ace’s fingers that had barely touched yours suddenly gripped your hand fully. His palm was warm, bordering on hot against your slightly trembling fingers.

“Open your eyes,” Ace whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “Please, Y/N, look at me.”

Slowly you complied. When you did, you found his face closer than before -so close that you could count every freckle- and you could see the way his eyes had gone soft and vulnerable. There were unshed tears gathered at the corner of his eyes and his free hand came up to cup your cheek. He touched you with a gentleness that seemed impossible for someone who had been battling Marines moments ago. With a hitch in your breath you watched him.

“You love me?” he asked as if he couldn’t quite believe it. “Me? The son of the Pirate King, the man who falls asleep in his food, the man who has a bounty so big it puts everyone around him in danger?” His thumb brushed across your cheekbone and his voice lowered further. “I don’t deserve you; I don’t deserve this, but god, Y/N… I have been in love with you for so long that I thought I was going crazy.” Your eyes widened but he continued, “every time you smiled at me, every time you defended me, every time you were just you I fell harder.”

You blinked owlishly, mouth falling open slightly. “You’re in love with me.” You felt like you had to say it out loud to make sure you weren’t dreaming. You searched his gaze for any sign that you had misheard him. You found none and your face split into a wide grin. “You’re in love with me!” Your voice was one of pure joy. Your heart continued to race but it was no longer from nerves. It was like your own heart was trying to leap at him. 

Your own eyes filled with happy tears but then the rest of Ace’s speech rang through your mind. Tentatively, you placed your hand over his chest, directly above his heart where it thudded rapidly beneath your palm. “You deserve the world Ace,” you started softly, “your father, your bounty, they are a part of you and I love all of it.”

Ace let out a breathless laugh that was half a sob, his body closer as he dropped his forehead to rest against yours. The hand against your cheek trembled and the heat from his body intensified until it felt like being encompassed in warmth. “You’re going to make me cry like an idiot,” he said, though a few tears escaped and trailed down his freckled cheeks as he smiled -truly smiled- in a way that was so pure and unguarded that it took your breath away. “389 days… 389 days I’ve watched you and I convinced myself that I couldn’t have you because I didn’t deserve to be happy. Because people like me-” He cut himself off as he shook his head against yours and your own heart soared because he had counted. “But you just… you make me want to believe I deserve good things. You make me want to live, not just exist.”

His eyes were still wet with tears as he searched yours with an intensity that made your fingers tighten around his. “Can I kiss you? Please? I’ve wanted to for so damn long and if I don’t-” he didn’t finish the sentence, but the way he was looking at you, the way his thumb stroked softly against your skin, said everything his words couldn’t. Your gaze dropped to his lips and your own lips parted at the thought of finally, finally kissing him. All words escaped you but you stepped imperceptibly closer to him and nodded, your eyes on his to let him know you wanted -needed- him to kiss you.

The moment you nodded, Ace closed the remaining distance, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was impossibly tender. The hand on your cheek pressed further against your skin, making sure he was touching you properly and the hand that was entwined with yours released your fingers and slid around your waist. He used the leverage of his arm around your waist to pull you flush against him. The warmth of his body enveloped you completely and you could feel his heart racing against your palm that was still pressed against his chest. The longer you kissed, the deeper it became and he started to kiss you like he was drowning and you were air. His lips moved against yours with increasing confidence, a year’s worth of pent-up longing pouring into every movement. You met his longing with your own, your hands sliding from his chest and looping around his neck to press yourself fully against him. 

When he pulled back -just enough to breathe-his breath mingled with yours as he uttered, “I love you,” against your lips. It was like he needed to say it again to make it real. “God I love you so much Y/N. You have no idea how many times I almost told you, how many times I feel asleep thinking about you and then waking up wanting to tell you.” He pressed another quick kiss to your lips, then your cheek, then your forehead. “My beautiful, fierce, loyal, Y/N.”

You giggled at his kisses, a smile permanently fixed on your face as your mind swam from the perfect kiss he had given you. “I love you too, Ace. Every day I tried to drum up the courage to tell you. Rak tried to convince me to do so every week.” You shifted on your feet, arms still wrapped around him. “Something always came up or I was too scared, so I kept it to myself. You are the love of my life, Portgas D Ace,” you whispered his name before capturing his lips again. This time the kiss was slower, deeper, pushing over a year’s worth of longing against his lips.

From somewhere above deck Deuce’s voice called out, “has anyone seen the Captain?” 

Ace groaned softly against your lips, clearly reluctant to end the kiss even as Deuce’s voice grew more insistent from above. When you finally pulled away he chased your lips for just a moment before he caught himself, a sheepish grin spread across his flushed, freckled face. 

“Rak knew?” he asked with a breathless laugh, his thumb still tracing against your cheek. “Deuce has been on my case about you for months. He kept telling me I was being an idiot, that I should just tell you how I felt.” He pressed one more kiss to your forehead before reluctantly loosening his hold on you, though he slipped his fingers back into yours. “We should probably go up there before he sends a search party and then everyone will know what we've been doing down here.” Despite his words, he didn’t move immediately, his dark eyes fixed on your face like he was memorising every detail. “I don’t really care if they know. I want them to know. I want everyone to know you’re mine-” A flicker of uncertainty crossed his features. “That is… if you want to be? Mine? Is that too fast? I’m not good at this-”

“Captain! We need to set a course before nightfall!” Deuce yelled from above, his voice echoing in the lower decks. 

Ace’s eye twitched in annoyance. “Deuce has the worst timing.”

You smiled at the frustration on Ace’s face even though the same frustration swam in your own chest. You pecked his cheek and started to drag him towards the stairs. “I’m yours, Ace.” You glanced over your shoulder with a soft smile and a roaring blush. “It would be nice if everyone knew that you were mine also… If you want that that is.” 

Ace’s entire face lit up at your words, that brilliant smile that rivaled the sun. He let you drag him towards the stairs, but halfway up he tugged you back, spinning you around to face him for one more heated kiss that left you both breathless. “I’m yours,” he confirmed against your lips, his voice still edged with strong emotion. “Have been for a long time and yeah, I want everyone to know.” His grin turned mischievous. “Though Deuce is probably going to say ‘I told you so’ about a thousand times.”

As you both emerged onto the deck, the crew was gathered around, some still celebrating the victory whilst others began clearing up. Deuce spotted you immediately, his eyes narrowing as he took in your flushed faces and clasped hands. A knowing smirk spread across his face.

“Weel, well,” he called out, drawing the attention of nearby crew members. “Did the Captain finally grow a pair and tell her how he feels?”

Ace’s face flamed further, his freckles standing out against the deep colour. “Shut up, Deuce!” Yet, he didn’t let go of your hand, if anything he held it tighter, pulling you against his side possessively. 

Rak who was stood at Deuce’s side let out a whooping noise, “finally! Matter, you owe me fifty berries!”

Your mouth fell open comically. “Rak, you placed a bet?!” You looked around at the crew who all had knowing smirks on their faces. “Wait… did you all know?” Your face flamed hotter than Ace’s flames as you hid your face into his shoulder as realisation hit you.

Ace wrapped his arm around you protectively, though he was clearly fighting back laughter at your embarrassment. The crew did not have such reservations as they erupted into a mixture of cheers, laughter and good-natured teasing. 

“Know? Y/N, everyone knew!” Skull called out from where he was coiling rope. “You two have been dancing around each other since you joined us. It was painful to watch!”

“The way you look at him when you think no one is watching, the way he watches you all the time… We’ve been taking bets on when one of you would finally confess,” Mihar chimed in. 

Deuce walked over, that smirk still firmly in place as he looked at Ace. “I’ve been telling you for months, Captain, ‘she loves you, you idiot so just tell her.’ But no, you had to be all dramatic about it.”

Ace kept you tucked against his side and a sheepish smile covered his lips. You lifted your head from his shoulder but your face was still flamed red. “Okay, okay! We get it, we were obvious,” Ace said and looked at you, his expression softening despite the teasing. “Though I’m not complaining about how it turned out.” Then, he raised his voice to address the crew, “Okay, Y/N and I are together now, any objections?” Not that he would have headed them if there were any. 

The crew’s response was unanimous with cheers and congratulations. You smiled at their reaction as you looked at Ace. “I didn’t think we were that obvious,” you muttered but your gaze couldn’t stay on his for longer than a second before your gaze dropped to his lips. ‘Oh no, I think I might be addicted to his kisses already,’ you thought as the memory of his lips on your flashed in your mind. 

Ace caught the way your gaze dropped to his lips and his eyes darkened with something that made your stomach flip. Despite the crew watching, despite Deuce’s knowing smirk, Ace cupped your jaw with his free hand and kissed you again. It was slow, deliberate, making a clear statement to everyone watching that you were his and he didn’t plan on hiding it. The crew erupted into whistles and cheers, but he ignored them, too focused on the way you melted against him. When he finally pulled back, his thumb brushed beneath your ear, the gesture soft. When he spoke again, his voice was low enough for only you to hear, “get used to this. Now that I can kiss you, I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop.”

"Oi! Captain!" Deuce called out, though there was amusement in his voice. "As happy as I am that you two finally figured it out, we really do need to set course. The Marines might come back with reinforcements."

Ace sighed dramatically and dropped his hand from your face but didn't let go of your shoulders. "Fine, fine. Everyone, back to your stations! Let's get moving before—" His eyes suddenly started to droop, a telltale sign of his narcolepsy kicking in at the most inopportune moment. "Before we... have to... deal with..." Just like that he was asleep on his feet, leaning his weight against you and the crew burst into laughter as you stumbled to try and keep him upright. 

You laughed alongside the crew and gently lowered Ace to the floor, removing his arm from your shoulder only to clasp your hand in his. “Deuce, we should find a small island to restock at, the smaller the better so we don’t run into any more Marines. There was one due East the last time I looked at a map but be sure to check. Everyone else make sure the ship is ready to set sail, we don’t want another leak like last month.” Your orders were clear but your tone was light. You weren’t the Captain but you knew the crew respected you enough to take on-board your opinion and Deuce nodded before barking further orders at the crew who jumped into action.

You absently stroked the back of Ace’s knuckles with your thumb and Rak lingered against the mast for a moment as he grinned down at where you sat with a sleeping Ace. “You know you’re going to have your hands full with him. Literally,” he teased, gesturing to your still-clasped hands. “But I’m happy for you, Y/N, really. You both deserve this.” He squeezed your shoulder affectionately before he headed off to help with the rigging.

—

Ten minutes later, Ace’s eyes fluttered open. He looked disorientated for a moment, taking in his position on the deck, before his gaze landed on you and a sleepy smile spread across his face. “Did I fall asleep again?” he asked griggily, noting his hands clasped in yours.

“Nothing new there,” you said with a chuckle. You squeezed his hand and brushed your thumb over his knuckles again, unable to not be touching him. “You were out for 10. Deuce is setting a course for a small island to restock and repair.” Your face was still dusted pink, the red hue gone but at Ace’s proximity you couldn’t help but blush.

Ace’s eyes widened slightly at the feeling of your hand in his and he sat up quickly, suddenly very awake. With his free hand, he brushed his fingers gently across your cheek, tracing the pink flare. “You’re adorable when you blush,” he murmured, leaning in close enough that his nose almost brushed yours, then instead of kissing you like he thought he would, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then the corner of your mouth just like he did in the lower deck. “Good call on the island. We took some damage to the portside, and we’re running low on supplies.”

He stood and pulled you up with him, wrapping his arms around your waist, keeping you as close as possible. “You know what this means right?” He looked at the space between you. “You’re stuck with me now, no backing out. I’m a lot to handle: narcolepsy, eating habits that would bankrupt a small country, a tendency to pick fights with anyone who insults my crew-” his grin softened, “but I promise you’ll never doubt that you’re loved. That’s one thing I can guarantee.”

You ran your hands over his arms as they held you. “Good, because I don’t plan on going anywhere.” We stayed there for a long moment, the world a blur around us but then the sky darkened so you said, “we should… get some rest.” You made no move to pull away.

Ace glanced up at the sky and sighed, though he made no move to release you either. His thumbs traced small circles into your waist through your shirt. “You’re right we should, but…” he hesitated, looking almost as nervous as when you first spoke in the lower decks. “Where are you sleeping tonight? I mean -not like that- I just-” he stumbled over his words which you found adorable, “I’ve gotten used to falling asleep thinking about you but now that we’re together, I don’t know if I can sleep without you close by.” His quarters were separate from the crew bunks as was the Captain’s privilege. “You could stay in my quarters?” He offered softly, his cheeks flushing. “Just to sleep -I mean we can do whatever you’re comfortable with- but I really just want to be with you. Is that too much?”

You kissed his rambling lips. “I’d be honoured to be in your bed, Ace.” You let te unspoken insinuation hang between you. Ace’s eyes darkened, the innuendo clearly not lost on him. If he wanted to cuddle and just sleep then that was more than fine, but if he wanted something else -something more- then you were more than willing. “Let me grab something to sleep in and I’ll meet you there?” You kissed his cheek before slowly peeling away from his grasp.

Ace’s hands lingered on your waist even as you started to pull away, and you could feel the heat from intensify, not from his Devil Fruit powers but from something much more human. “Yeah,” he breathed, his voice rougher than before, “yeah, okay. I’ll… I’ll be waiting.” He watched you walk away with an expression that would make your stomach flip had you turned around. 

As you made your way to your bunk to grab clothes you heard Deuce’s knowing chuckle and Ace’s voice telling him to shut up. When you entered the crew quarters, Rak was there organising his bunk and he took one look at your flushed face before grinning widely. “Going to the Captain’s quarters, are you?” he teased, “about damn time, just- try to keep it down, yeah? Some of us need our beauty sleep.”

Your face burned hotter as you grabbed your sleep clothes: a comfortable shirt and shorts. Your heart was racing the whole time you were away from Ace as your mind wandered dangerously close to something sinful at the thought of spending the night with him. You padded through the corridor towards Ace’s quarters. The ship has mostly settled for the night, only the skeleton night crew remained on deck. Soft lantern light filtered from beneath his door and suddenly your nerves spiked. Rak’s words and Ace’s darkened eyes made your body practically vibrate with excitement at the thought of finally getting Ace alone… whatever that meant for the two of you.

“Ace?” you knocked gently on the door.

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Loving the Spade Pirate Captain (P1)

Fandom: One piece

Character(s): Portgas D Ace x reader, OC crew members, Spade Pirates, Marines

Story: You joined Ace's crew just over a year ago and you both have been pining over each other ever since. Every time you try to confess, something interrupts, and this time it's Marines. Will this interruption finally lead to you both confessing?

Words: 4183

T/W: Violence, cursing

A/N: This is part one of what will be either a 2 or 3 part story. There will be copious amounts of romance/smut in the next parts. This also my first time writing for Ace so I hope you like it!

Part 2 is here.

Story:

“Thanks for the food!” Ace yelled, a wide smile on his face… before his eyes slipped shut and his head thudded against the galley table. 

“So, who’s turn is it to drag him out of the kitchen?” you asked, staring at each crew member with a raised brow.

A soft snore escaped Ace as he remained slumped over the table, his face dangerously close to an empty plate that had remnants of spaghetti sauce clinging to it. His hat was slightly askew and at threat of falling off of his head. One of the other crew members sighed heavily and stood from his position across from Ace, resignation covering their face. 

“It was Deuce’s turn last time, so I’m going to say it’s yours,” Saber offered, trying to stifle his laughter at the familiar scene. It was always after -or sometimes during- dinner that Ace’s narcolepsy liked to rear its head. 

Throughout the short conversation, Ace’s chest rose and fell rhythmically, completely oblivious to his crew member’s gazes. A small trail of drool threatened to escape the corner of his mouth and your own lips quirked up at the sight. He was too cute. 

“Of course,” you muttered and you stood to round the table toward Ace’s side. You gently pushed his hat back and moved the plate to the side. “Ace?” you whispered but your only response was a loud puff of breath as he continued to sleep. “Ace?” you tried, louder, but he continued to snore. 

You watched him for a long moment, his freckles sat as a cute dusting along his cheeks and his lashes were long enough to make any woman jealous. You brushed a strand of hair from his eyes. He remained asleep but his skin was warm beneath your fingertips.For a moment you wondered how warm he would feel under the press of your lips-

At the sound of Deuce’s chuckle you pulled back and remembered the crew were bustling around the galley. Heat crawled across your face at being caught fantasising. As the second-in-command moved around the table, clearing plates and cups, Ace seemed to stir. His eyes fluttered open slowly, unfocused and confused as he lifted his head from the table edge. A red line where his skin had pressed against the wood shone against his skin. He blinked several times until his dark gaze focused on you. 

A sheepish grin spread across his face as recognition filled him. “Sorry about that," he adjusted his hat, “did I fall asleep again?” He scanned his eyes across your face where you had yet to step away from him. “How long was I out this time?”

“Five minutes, maybe six,” you answered and finally moved to help clear the table. A slight flush covered your cheeks from when Deuce had caught you admiring the Captain which you hoped to hide by facing the other way as you stacked plates into your hands. 

Ace stretched his arms above his head, letting out a satisfying yawn. He watched as you began clearing the table, not missing the flush to your cheeks but he decided not to comment on it… at least not directly. “Only five minutes? That’s not too bad then,” he said with a grin, standing from his chair and immediately reaching to help gather some of the empty dishes. Despite his narcolepsy being a constant source of amusement for the crew, he never liked leaving others to clean up his messes alone.  He stacked a few plates carefully, moving around the table with an easy grace despite having been asleep moments ago. As he moved around the table where you stood wiping a stubborn stain, he glanced at you with a hint of curiosity in his gaze. “You seem pretty focused, everything alright?” He was trying to ask about the cute flush on your face without being too obvious about it. His tone was casual but his concern for a member of his crew shone through. It was something that made him such a beloved Captain.

Fractionally, your eyes widened and your hand stuttered against the wood. You quickly composed yourself and sent him a soft grin. “All good here, Captain!” You grabbed the last two cups from the table, slinging the cloth you held over your arm, and danced around him. You made sure to avoid the heat of his body lest the heat in your face increase. ‘What the hell is wrong with me this morning?’ you thought to yourself. You were normally good at hiding your… feelings for the Captain but it seemed today was the day that your body would betray you.

Ace’s eyes followed your movements as you danced around him, his expression thoughtful for a second before his usual grin returned to his face. He wasn’t entirely convinced by the bright response but he knew better than to push when someone clearly didn’t want to talk about something. “Alright then,” he said, carrying his own stack of dishes towards the sink. Something in his eyes shifted and his heart skipped when he couldn’t help but notice how you carefully avoided getting too close to him. It made his head tilt in question, even as he set the dishes down and leaned against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest.

The galley had mostly cleared out, only a few crew members finishing their cleaning duties whilst you turned to the sink and began scrubbing at the plates and cups. You could feel the heat radiating from Ace, especially as he scooted an inch closer. 

“Hey, you sure you’re not coming down with something? You seem a bit off tonight.” His voice was softer than before, genuine concern replacing his casual tone. Ace was remarkably perceptive when it came to his crew’s wellbeing, it was one of the things that made him such a natural leader and drew you into his orbit. 

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eyes. His soft voice made your heart flutter but you tried very hard to not let that show across your face. You hoped the steam curling from the hot, soapy water would mask some of your expression. “Yeah, I’m just having an off day I think,” you replied with what you hoped was a casual shrug. As you placed a plate on the drying rack you glanced to where he stood and couldn’t help but take a second to admire him. His hat was tilted back, his strong arms were corded across his bare chest and he looked effortlessly good with his low-slung belt and floppy hair. You pursed your lips and returned your attention to the sink. “How about you, Ace? Your face hit the table pretty hard?” I looked at the fading red mark on his cheek.

He reflexively reached up to touch his cheek, rubbing at it with a grimace. “Ah, this? I’ve had way worse.” He leaned ever closer, not close enough to cover the drying rack or touch, but enough that I noticed his body near mine. “Remember that time I face-planted the deck during that storm last month?” he chuckled at the memory though his eyes never left your figure as though he was watching for every miniscule reaction. Your own mirth flew from your lips.

He waited a beat before he pushed off from the counter, picked up a dish towel and moved closer to help dry the plates you washed. The movement brought him within arm’s reach, and the warmth that always radiated from his body became more noticeable in the proximity. “You know that you can talk to me if something’s bothering you. I meant it,” his voice dropped to something more private, meant just for your ears as the last of the other crew members filtered out of the kitchen. He stacked another dry plate on the counter. “We’re crew- I mean we’re more than that, we're family and I… I care about everyone on this ship, especially-” He paused, seeming to catch himself before continuing, “especially when one of my people seems troubled.”

There was silence save for the swishing water and the clink of dishes in the sink before you asked, “have you ever held a secret for so long that you don’t know how to voice it out loud?” You looked up at him with wide and honest eyes because you had been harbouring your feelings for almost a year and it was driving you to the brink of madness. Everytime you thought you found the guts to tell him, something came up, or the words froze in your throat and stuttered out another sentence. You searched his gaze as your question hung between you.

Ace’s hands stilled on the plate he was drying, his dark eyes meeting yours with an intensity that was rare to see from someone who usually wore such an easy smile. The question struck something deep within him, and for a moment, the playful captain disappeared, replaced by someone who carried far heavier burdens than most people realised. 

“Yeah, I have.” He set the plate down carefully, his gaze never leaving yours. There was a vulnerability in his expression now. It was the same look he got when he thought about his father, about whether he deserved to exist, about all those dark thoughts he tried so hard to hide behind his bright personality. He placed the towel next to the clean plates and took a small step forward, his arms folded across his chest again. His hip leaned against the counter and his freckled face was turned towards you completely focused. “Sometimes secrets feel like they’ll burn you up from the inside if you don’t let them out. But saying them out loud… that makes them real doesn’t it?” He lowered his eyes for a moment before they flicked back to yours. “Makes you vulnerable.” 

His hand moved subconsciously to rest near yours on the edge of the sink, not quite touching but close enough that his intention was clear: he was there, he was listening, he was present. “What kind of secret are we talking about?” He asked with his eyes searching yours.

Your throat suddenly felt tight and it took all of your willpower not to brush your fingers against his. You opened your mouth to answer but closed it again as no words came out. ‘Get it together Y/N," you mentally scolded yourself, ‘it’s Ace, you can trust him.’ You opened your mouth again, “it’s the kind of secret that will undoubtedly change things. The change could be good -really good- or it could be awkward. It has been my truth for so long that I never imagined actually saying it.” No matter how many times you tried, the words never formed to tell him one of your deepest secrets. This was the first time he had come so close to hearing it though. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried to ignore the sudden seriousness that hovered between you both. No-doubt your face was still flushed pink.

Ace’s breath hitched and there was something in his eyes that suggested he might have an idea of what kind of secret you were talking about. The hand that had rested near yours shifted closer until his pinky finger barely brushed against yours. It was a tentative touch, like he was testing the waters. Your own pinky reached for his, the heat of your face amplifying as you brushed your skin against his.

“Sometimes the scariest truths are the ones that matter most,” he uttered. The kitchen felt smaller suddenly, more intimate with just the two of you there. The warm glow from the morning light cast shadows across his freckled face, highlighting the set of his jaw. “Whatever you need to say... I'm listening. Really listening. And nothing you say is going to make me think less of you or—" He stopped, his dark eyes searching yours.

“Ace-”

“Captain! Marines!” Ganryu called out from the deck.

Ace’s expression shifted instantly, his face now portraying nothing but sharp and focused energy. Your eyes widened but the first thought that ran through your mind was ‘unbelievable’ and you grit your teeth. Before the sharp focus settled on Ace’s face, a flicker of frustration shone as he pulled his hand away and straightened. His entire demeanour transformed into the confident captain his crew needed. 

“How many ships? What’s their heading?” He fired off questions while moving towards the door, straightening his hat on his head. However, just before he reached the doorway, he paused and looked back at you over his shoulder. His gaze softened but held a flicker of the tension that was brewing between you. “Y/N, when this is over, we’re finishing this conversation… That’s an order from your Captain.” 

Before you could respond, he was out the door, barking orders to the crew as they scrambled to their station. You remained in the kitchen for a beat longer, your heart racing at his words. You shook off the nerves and excitement for the later conversation and grabbed your sword from its place on the galley bench. You clipped the belt around your waist and felt the familiar weight of the weapon against your hip. You body moved of its own accord, spending two years as a member of the Spade Pirates had brought a sense of calm and muscle-memory before each fight. You trusted Ace and the others with your life, and you hoped they felt the same. 

You marched out of the kitchen door, hand on the hilt of your sword, your face schooled into determination. From the upper deck, Ace’s voice rang out in a clear and commanding way, “three ships! Looks like they’re trying to flank us from both sides!” his observation Haki was already at work, sensing the movements of the Marine forces as they attempted to circle the ship. He leapt down from the upper deck with practised ease at your side. Small flames danced across his shoulders, ready to be unleashed at a moment’s notice. His eyes met yours briefly- a flash of the earlier tension shot through his dark eyes again- before her turned his attention back to the approaching ships. “Y/N, I want you leading the defense on the port side. Take whoever you need. Deuce!” He called out to his first mate, “you’re with me on the starboard!”

The first cannonballs screamed through the air and Ace raised his hand, launching a wall of flams that stopped them safely from the ship. You nodded at the back of his head before you clambered down the steps, gesturing to two of the crew members you had become close with: Rak and Mayter. “Rak, Mayter, with me. One ship on the Portside means plenty of Marines. You boys ready for a fight?” Rak was skilled in hand-to-hand whilst Mayter created his own long-range attacks with his Devil Fruit that allowed him to pinpoint a target and produce a shard of air that acted like a bullet. 

Identical smirks lined their lips and it was all the answer you needed. Soon, the ships were directly upon you and Mayter wasted no time in shooting the first Marines he saw. That provided an opening for you to brace your feet on the deck, sword unsheathed in front of you, Rak at your side. From the Starboard side, Ace’s voice shouted commands and bursts of flames filled the morning sky. The sound of his laughter -that wild, free sound he made in the heat of battle- echoed across the waves as he engaged the Marine forces with devastating efficiency. 

Marines poured onto the deck from their own ship, making the mistake of boarding an enemy ship instead of remaining on their own turf. At least thirty were visible on the deck now, with more climbing the ropes of their own ship. A Marine Lieutenant spotted you immediately, his attention honing in on your defensive form. Behind you, Rak engaged three Marine in close combat, his fists moving in a blur as he blocked and countered their attacks. Matter positioned himself strategically so he could pick off Marines one-by-one. The Lieutenant lunged at you, his sword drawn in a slashing arc. You blocked with practiced ease.

“You picked the wrong crew,” you said as you spied another burst of Ace’s flames across the deck. He was fighting with his crew which only spurred you on more. The lieutenant simply frowned and continued to parry any attacks you threw at him. He was fast, but you were determined to be faster. You trusted in the others to have your back, you had faith in your crewmates and you matched the Lieutenant thrust for thrust. “What do you want, Marine?”

He grit his teeth as he aimed for your side but you blocked it with a breath and a sweep of your sword. Sweat beaded on both your foreheads as you fought.

“Fire Fist Ace! There is a bounty of 100 million berries on his head and the World Government wants him, dead or alive!” Your gaze darkened at the mention of your captain, and on cue, a massive pillar of flame erupted from the Starboard side as Ace unleashed his technique and it slammed into one of the Marine ships with deadly force. The heat from the attack reached your side of the battle. Pride filled your chest at the sight.

The Lieutenant took advantage of your momentary distraction, lunging forward with renewed vigor, but before his blade could connect, Rak appeared from the side, his fist catching the marine in the ribs with a sickening crack that sent the Lieutenant stumbling backwards. 

“Eyes on your opponent, Y/N!” Rak called with a grin before spinning to kick another marine who had been approaching from behind. You brushed off Rak’s teasing grin and rolled your shoulders, finishing off the Lieutenant as though the last few minutes had been child’s play. 

A heavy energy filled the space in front of you and you lifted your eyes to the Captain of the vessel in front of you. His energy rolled off of him in waves and there was no-doubt that he was the one in charge. You honed in on the fact that they were after Ace and a deadly calm ran through you. Your adrenaline spiked and your eyes narrowed at your new opponent. They would not get to your captain or crew. 

The captain was a tall and imposing figure with a  jagged scar running from his left eye and his bright white coat billowed in the wind. With calculating eyes, he sized you up, noting the way your demeanour changed and the energy around you seemed to still. “Don’t do something stupid, give us Fire Fist and we’ll let you live.” He drew his blade in one smooth motion. The steel sang as it left its sheath and you could immediately tell that this man was on an entirely different level than the lieutenant. 

“Not a chance,” you replied. 

He moved with frightening speed, his blade coming at you from different angles in rapid succession.Behind him, more marines rallied as they saw their leader engage you directly. Across the ship, a thunderous explosion sounded followed by Ace’s voice ringing out before a massive fireball -akin to a miniature sun- launched towards the second marine ship. The heat was intense, even from your distance and several people across the ship shielded their faces from its intensity. The man you were fighting widened his eyes fractionally at the display of power before he refocused on you with renewed determination.

“That monster needs to be stopped. Stand aside and let us do our job.”

“Call him a monster again and I’ll tear you to shreds,” your voice held a lethal edge that matched your blade.You angled your sword towards him, eyes never still as you searched for his weak spots. 

Mayter shot down more marines behind me, Rak was a spinning wheel of death, and the other crew members battled amongst the flames and splintered wood. I lunged at the leader and my blade sliced across his. When he barely managed to deflect your strike his eyes widened but he pivoted. The force of your attack pushed him back a step, and a thin line of red appeared on his cheek where your blade’s power had grazed him.

“You’re defending a demon child, the son of Gol D Roger!” That was information the marines shouldn’t have and the moment the words left the marine’s mouth, the temperature on the entire ship seemed to spike. From the starboard side, Ace’s laughter ceased, replaced by an ominous silence that was somehow more terrifying than any amount of fire.

“What did you just say?” Ace’s voice carried across the deck, low and dangerous and purposely pinpointed. It was a tone you’d rarely heard come from him and it aided in spiking your adrenaline further. Within seconds, he appeared at your side, flames wreathing his entire body. Sweat formed on your skin from the close proximity to the flames. His expression was furious, but beneath the anger you spied the pain, the deep-seated wound that sliced across his core at the mention of parentage. 

“You heard me, the son of that vile-” your blade sliced forward as the marine started to talk. You tried not to be distracted by Ace’s sudden appearance as you focused on your opponent and not the pain on his face. 

“Who the hell do you think you are?” you ground out and swung. The leader blocked each move but you didn’t stop. “Who cares who his father was, huh? He’s a good captain and a good man, and if you threaten him again, the full force of the Spade pirates will be upon you and the entire Marine Corps.” You were only vaguely aware of what you were saying, your words raw and true as you continued your attacks. Rak yelled an affirmative and Mayter’s resounding bullet in a Marine beside Ace showed his loyalty.

Ace stood frozen for a moment, watching as you defended him without hesitation, with such fierce conviction. The flames surrounding his body flickered and intensified, fueled by the emotions warring inside of him. He was angry, but there was something warm and overwhelming that filled his chest as he watched you fight -not only for the crew- for him and his right to exist. 

The marine was pushed back, your relentless assault leaving him little room to counter. “You’re insane, you could-” the leader didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as a concentrated blast of fire slammed into his sword, melting the blade instantly and sending him flying backwards into a throng of his own crew.

“My father’s sins are my own to bear, and anyone who threatens my crew- my family will answer to me.” Ace’s dark eyes were fixed on the marines around him and flames erupted around him like armour. “Now, get off my ship!”

The remaining marines on the portside scrambled backwards, their courage broken completely. You shielded your eyes from the blaze, but a proud smile covered your lips. Rak pulled me away from the heat as emotion swelled in his own chest. “Spade pirates, pick off any remaining marines who think they can win,” I called out as I pointed my blade at a trembling marine. 

Those with any sense limped away and dragged their wounded back onto the ship. Within minutes, the marine vessels -vessel since Ace destroyed two of them- sulked away from the Spade pirate ship. Once they were far enough away, the crew erupted into cheers. Ace’s flames slowly died down as he watched the marines flee, his chest heaving from the exertion and emotion. When he finally turned to look at you, his expression was complex: gratitude, admiration and something deeper that made your heart skip a beat.The freckles on his cheeks were more pronounced against his flushed skin and he didn’t give you a second to breathe before his strong arms were wrapped around you tightly. He smelled of bonfire and sweat and you slowly wrapped your own arms around him, grounding the two of you in the moment.

“Y/N,” he started softly, his voice meant only for you despite the celebration happening around you, “what you said back there… Thank you.” You were both oblivious to the curious glances of the other crew members. “Nobody’s ever-” he swallowed thickly and pulled back, hesitantly dropping his arms from your body and stepping back. “Can we talk now? I- please?” You knew he meant he wanted to discuss your earlier conversation but it seemed like he had a lot more he wanted to say so you nodded your head and gestured towards the lower decks where it would be quiet. The adrenaline still pumped through your veins but a blush started to creep onto your face as your heart hammered at the conversation that was to come.

[sushiobsessedwriter]

hello luv, may i request a matchup? i’m 5’0, british/scandinavian mixed with long platinum blonde hair, petite-like/curvy, pale skin and hazel eyes. i seem quiet and careful at start, but when you get to know me i’m a soft and stubborn person, with a playful 4d personality, that laughs easily. i’m a good listener and have anxiety. i’m multilingual. i enjoy music, horror, art, drawing, dark humor, games, cooking, reading, traveling, dancing and working out. have a nice day 🖤🌙

I match you with Gajeel!! He would 100% love that you are much shorter than he is and that he can pick you up so easily. During your time together he would enjoy peeling back the curtain of your careful nature to find how soft and stubborn you can be. If your soft nature was turned towards him or Lily then he melts on the spot. He would try and help you with your anxiety but this man is also often a hot mess so please bear with him if he stumbles through trying to soothe you. On lazy days he would enjoy watching horror movies with you or even cooking with you. That is the soft side of Gajeel, when you get to the gym however is another story. He would encourage your work outs and provide advice but if he is working out with you then it become a competition. He is soon placing bets on who can do the most reps and the winner gets a kiss. He has never been happier to lose a bet.

[sushiobsessedwriter]

Pt 1. I was wondering if I could have an adult matchup from Naruto? I’m 5’9 with blue eyes, and brown hair styled into a pixie cut. I love dogs, kids, hiking, and dancing. I’m studying to be a social worker and want to help victims of human trafficking. I’m easy going, childish, sweet, and many people tell me that I’m relaxing to be around and tend to confide secrets to me that they don’t tell other people. I’m also lazy, easily distracted, stubborn,and extremely sensitive, and become moody when

I 100% match you with Kakashi!! He would enjoy how relaxed he feels around you and you can bond over your love of dogs. He would love to spend his days off lounging around with you and his dogs, having a “lazy Sunday” vibe with a late breakfast and lots of cuddling. He would also respect your sense of justice and willingness to help towards those in need of it. It would make him so proud to call you his partner. Of course Kakashi can be childish too, reading his adult books in public and pulling tricks on his trainees. He would love when you joined in on his silliness as it is often rare. Of course, for the longest time the biggest secret he had was what was hiding behind his mask, he would tell you before anyone else.

[sushiobsessedwriter]

hello!! may i request a matchup please for diabolik lovers? i’m 5’6” straight female. i have an ENFP personality &i’m a proud leo. i can be shy and quiet when you first meet me but i become pretty outgoing, cheerful, and bubbly soon after. i’m very caring and always want best for people. i am very opinionated but understanding of others. i stand up for those in need &i am confident enough to voice my opinions. i am down-to-earth &love having “quieter” with my close friends. thank you sm !! byee!

I match you with Shu!! You are both similar in that you need to get to know a person before seeing their true bubbly self. He would love learning each thing that excites you or brings a smile to your face. When you started to become comfortable with him he would find a constant, soft smile on his face whenever you were near. He would appreciate you having the gumption to voice your opinion as Shu does not like “yes-men”. If you stood up for him or his brothers he would fall even more in love. Your understanding and strength are what pulls him to you.

[sushiobsessedwriter]

I would like a Diabolik Lovers match up please! I'm 5'2" with waist-lengthed dark brown hair, dark blue eyes and fair skin. I'm quite innocent, I don't really understand dirty jokes and during NSFW parts in films I blush and look away. I'm very girly and I love to go shopping, and I'm a cat person (although I love any animal, except bugs/insects). It's ok if no. :)

I match you with Kanato!! You are both quite innocent so I think he would be the perfect match. In calm and quiet moments he would enjoy playing with or braiding your long hair, trying new bows or clips that he found. He would love your girly side, admiring your outfits and asking you to find matching ones for Teddy. He would enjoy keeping you in his room with him, away from the debauchery of his brothers. He would enjoy you coming back from a shopping spree and showing him all the cute outfits you got, giving his opinion on each one.

[sushiobsessedwriter]

Hey can I get a naurto match up? I’m 5’8 (very freaking tall :b) most of that is legs I got long ass legs. my hair is dark brown in a pixie cut I have a lot of freckles and I’m a junior boxer I’m very antisocial and prefer to be alone but I’m not shy, I speak my mind and sometimes it gets me in trouble lol I got quite the temper, my hobbies are riding my motorcycle, painting and reading books especially about herbal medicine.

I match you with Itachi!! He would absolutely love to read beside you and converse about your books later. He would try to learn more about herbal medicine if that was something that truly interested you. On days that he trains he would love to for you to join him, learning your boxing moves and trying to teach you some of his own. When you're painting he will either watch you or make soft conversation about what colours you are using etc. When your temper flares he can calm you down with a look, or perhaps some well spoken words. Whatever he says to you he means, so he will never argue back, he will simply try and help you feel better. With no pressure to go into town or socialise, he is more than happy to be in your company alone, preferably with you in his arms. On nights when he can't sleep or his mind is a mess, he will try to count your freckles and commit each one to memory.

[sushiobsessedwriter]

I'm back to ressurect this blog!! For those of you who are still following, thank you so much and for those of you who are new/are just finding this blog then welcome!!

I think the last time I posted something on here was 2020-ish so it has been a whiiiiile. But ya girl still loves anime and fanfiction and now that life has -kind of- slowed down I can start writing again!! I will open asks and requests after I have caught up a bit on my inbox but a little update on what fandoms I will write for:

One Piece

Naruto

BNHA

Fairy Tail

Diabolik Lovers (only for past requests and matchups for now)

Once I get back into writing I will work on creating a masterlist but if you want to find my work on my page then just search "my work" when on my blog.

A couple of my previous Diabolik Lovers and BNHA posts were flagged by Tumblr so I am working on reuploading them without the GIFs that seemed to be the issue. So, if you see some older posts being redone, that's why.

I am going to scour through my inbox over the next few weeks (a lot of which are from 2021 so if you sent in requests around that time I hope you still enjoy them 😅). I am excited to get back to writing and to find my love for my fandoms once again.

[animedorks-blog]

Levi: *exists*

You: fuck I’m wet

[trollsgirl]

Canon: This is how the story goes

Fanfiction writers:

[writeouswriter]

[sushiobsessedwriter]

Ticklish

Request: No

Fandom: My Hero Academia/Boko No Hero Academia

Character(s): Midoriya, Bakugo, Kirishima, Todoroki

Words: 1950

Story:

Midoriya:

The rain against the window made for the perfect lazy day. You and Izuku finished all the necessary homework for the week so you decided to have a movie night. Izuku was already snuggled beneath the mound of blankets, his face only just visible above the mound. His eyes were glued to the television screen that was playing an old Disney film. You were the one that insisted on a movie night but allowed Izuku to choose.

“Izuku, I don’t think this is the right hot chocolate powder!” you called from the kitchen.

You also insisted there be hot chocolate for the night. Your adorable boyfriend bought some for the dorms and flushed when he saw the bright smile on your face. He groaned lightly from his cocoon and bared the bottom half of his face to the world.

“We can get another tub later but please come and watch the film.”

With a huff you dumped the ruined drinks down the sink and left the kitchen. You paused in the doorway, crossed your arms and smiled. He looked too adorable giving you the puppy-dog eyes. You giggled as you made your way to the sofa but one problem stared you in the face: there was no room. Your brows furrowed and you failed to notice Izuku’s grin as his warm hand grabbed your own and guided you onto his lap. It was a decidedly soft landing but made you blush none-the-less.

You were about to snuggle into the blankets when Izuku’s hands brushed against the spot above your hips. You nearly jumped a mile as you leapt from your comfortable spot. Izuku watched you with wide eyes, concern etched into his features as you cleared your throat. You furiously rubbed the spot he’d ‘assaulted’ and stared rather intently at the blankets. As though a switch flipped in his head, he sent you a grin and a laugh and held his hand out for you to take. Warily you did so. Big mistake. He pulled you down just as he did moments ago, flung the blankets to the floor and pinned you beneath him. With his smile still in place he kissed your cheek softly, nuzzling his nose against your neck like an affectionate cat. Suddenly, the hands you didn’t realise were on your hips slipped higher causing you to squeal.

“Izuku! Please no!”

You proceeded to laugh loudly and swat at his hands which caused him to giggle alongside you. It wasn’t until what felt like an eternity later did he ease his torture. He kissed your nose as an apology and removed himself from the sofa. The movie still played in the background but you watched as he walked over to the kitchen to see if he could make it up to you with some proper hot chocolate.

Bakugo:

Unwanted light streamed through the thin curtains of your bedroom. You groaned, turned your back on the light and pushed your face into the pillow. You did not want to know what time it was. However, you cracked an eye open to come face to face with your blonde boyfriend. He was still asleep which led you to believe it was only the crack of dawn, but you ignored that inkling and took a moment to stare at his sleep-softened features. You softly grazed his cheeks with the tips of your fingers then brushed them through a few stray strands of hair. He washed it the night before so the roots were still slightly damp. You smiled and shifted your body closer to his, heat radiating off of his tank-covered chest. With your eyes closed you took a breath in an attempt to get more sleep but the strong arms that snaked around your waist prevented you from doing so. You felt slightly guilty at having woke him up but you held back your smile as you felt his breath against your lips.

“’Morning,” he whispered groggily.

“’Morning, Katsuki.”

You opened your eyes to met with his own red orbs. He smirked and pulled you flush against his body. You felt yourself blush as you felt every crevice of his body against yours. He chuckled and slammed his lips to yours. You reciprocated in kind and his lips moved from the small of your back to your sides. Despite his bruising kiss, he lightly traced patterns into the soft flesh of your hips and in the midst of the incredibly heated kiss, you giggled.

Katsuki pulled back with a raised eyebrow causing you to blush deeper and squeeze your eyes shut. You prayed to whatever God was out there that he would let it go. Unfortunately, you knew Katsuki too well to know the likelihood of that was the same as him quitting his hero training.

“Y/N?”

“Please don’t.”

“Did you just fricking giggle?”

You pressed your palms to your eyes and nodded. You didn’t catch the devious smirk on his face until he removed your hands from your eyes. Your eyes widened but he looked as though he was going to kiss you again before he ran his fingers over your sides. You barked out a laugh and pleased for him to stop through strings of laughter. It wasn’t until you grabbed his hands and pulled him flat on top of you that he stopped. His smirk was still in place but he cupped your face with one of his hands whilst he used the other to hold himself above you. He found that kissing you was a much more enjoyable activity, but he would never let you forget your ticklish nature.

Kirishima:

“Y/N?”

You hummed and lifted your head from your boyfriend’s chest. He looked at you with soft eyes, his adoration and wonder radiating from his body. You propped yourself  above him on an elbow and raised an eyebrow expectantly.

“Are you ticklish?”

You choked on the air and spluttered. Where had that come from?!?! He watched you with amusement and ever so slowly lifted his hands to your back. You gave the red-head a warning look but the innocent look he had plastered on his face made you more nervous. Just when you were going to settle back into your original positions you felt the palm of his hand graze the sliver of skin visible at your sides. You sent him another look which he rewarded with a sweet kiss to your forehead before he dug his fingers under your ribs. You yelped and pushed against his chest which made him chuckle and press harder. Your yelps turned into squeals and you were writhing above him, trying to get out of his strong hold.

“Eijiro Kirishima stop right now or I’ll-!”

He started to dot kisses all over your face whilst continuing to tickle you. With one last kiss he flipped the both of you so he was hovering above you with a sharp-toothed grin. His innocent look remained but you knew he was enjoying every moment. You glared up at him but the stress in your brow relaxed as his lips pressed against yours softly.

“You’ll what, Baby?”

His hands finally left your sides to slide to your hands. He entwined your fingers as he kissed you deeply. Your own hands found his waist. He wiggled above you which caused your entire body to freeze. As his eyes locked with yours you sent him a questioning look but the pleading in his eyes had you holding back a smirk. You mirrored his previous ‘innocent’ look which made him let out a groan. You kissed him quickly then dug the tips of your fingers into his ribs. His groan of annoyance filtered into a bout of laughter. You both knew he could simply use his quirk and not feel it but he watched as you revelled in his laughter and continued to prod his sides. He sent you a playful glare through his laughter.

Eijiro’s laughter died to low chuckles and he swiped his tears of laughter from his eyes to look down at you. You smiled up at him and brushed your hand through his hair. He kissed you once more and proceeded to snuggle into your chest with a small smile.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Todoroki:

“You’re going to burn if you don’t apply enough sun-cream.”

You lifted your head from the crook of your elbow, shielded your eyes from the bright sunshine and looked up at your shirtless boyfriend. He was looking at you disapprovingly with a bottle of the aforementioned liquid in his hand. You shrugged and resumed your relaxed position. It wasn’t often that the weather was that nice considering it was only spring, so you planned on taking full advantage. Shouto let out a noise through his nose and rolled his eyes. You were stubborn but he was not going to let you get hurt because of it.

Suddenly, you felt the icy-hot boy straddle your backside and uncap the bottle. Your whole body tensed before the cold liquid practically sizzled on your skin. Shouto used his right side to work the cream into your shoulders, the cool sensation shifting downwards with his hand. You hated to admit it but the combination of his hands and the coolness of the liquid sent you into a new level of relaxation. You hummed happily but your relaxed state did not last long. Shouto finished rubbing the cream into your back and was now mindlessly massaging your muscled. It was so comfortable but you were acutely aware he kept inching closer to the bottom of your ribs.

“Shouto,” he stopped his movements, “you’re blocking my sun.”

He rolled his eyes once again but didn’t move. The truth was he enjoyed your warmth beneath him and hearing your relaxed hums had his lips twitching upwards. You smiled against your arm and shuffled below him, causing him to grunt lightly. His hands continued their movements which caused you to shuffle more. You were moving so much he had to pin your hips down lest it turn into something the two of your didn’t want to do at the UA pool.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

Perhaps his weight was too much on your back, or maybe you realised the same truth he did. You gulped and contemplated telling him. His palms were flat against your weak point and you knew if you told him, he would take complete advantage of it. He once told you how much he loved your laugh and at the time it was the most romantic and sweet thing he’d said to you, but now it felt like a looming threat. Therefore, you remained silent but Shouto wasn’t having any of that. He pressed his hands into your sides to encourage you to speak, but all it did was administer a laugh. His eyes widened in realisation and a small smirk crawled to his face. He pressed his hands against you once again and you laughed loudly, the sound echoing around the two of you.

“You are ticklish,” it was more of a statement than a question.

You nodded meekly which was a poor move on your part as Shouto proceeded to find all of your ticklish spots and exploited them simply to hear you laugh. No-doubt the entire campus could hear you. He let you turn onto your back and tried to push him off of you, but instead he pinned your arms above your head with one hand and continued to tickle you, your skin flushed pink, just to see that gorgeous smile of yours.

[formerlyjannafaye]

posting your fic on AO3 like

[waddles03]

Me

[max-is-tired]

I feel called out

[therubyjailcell]

what a mood tho

[sushiobsessedwriter]

Bluebell

Request: Hi I have a request because I read that hug thing with Reiji and I think that character difference would work good with Subaru too. So about him trying to scare off the Reader but she keeps being affectionate towards him and about the moment he lets his guard down, not knowing whats with this girl and being nice to her?

Fandom: Diabolik Lovers

Character(s): Subaru

Words: 999

A/N: I changed this slightly from a hug to a kiss on the cheek. Hope you still like it!!

Story:

Spring had sprung but the chill in the air remained. The days were longer which meant a lot more time spent indoors with your vampire counterparts. While you basked in the sunshine filtering through the large windows, legs dangling off the window seat, your mind drifted to life before the vampires, life before you craved the night sky, before you spent your nights with Subaru, walking through the gardens often in silence. You would stare at the stars twinkling in the clear sky while he stared at the floor or dead-ahead. The silence wasn’t entirely uncomfortable but each time you would find yourself wanting to reach for his hand and you would try to converse with him, you really would, but you would get a snap in return and the silence would fall again. Despite his harsh nature you knew him to be a good man. He was sweet at the most unsuspecting times, he would hold the door for you, he would push you behind him when there was danger, he left small flowers on your pillow at night. He didn’t know you knew it was him of course.

“Tch, what’re you doing?”

Think of the vampire and he doth appear. You opened your eyes to find the silver-haired vampire with his arms crossed in the corner. The shadows cast across his body would have frightened anyone else but you sent him a small smile.

“I’m taking advantage of the sunlight, it was a long-ass winter.”

Subaru rolled his eyes but remained glued to the shadows. Minutes passed in silence as they normally did and you returned to basking in the sun. You occasionally peeked through your lashes to find him watching you intently. He looked as though he wanted to say something but you didn’t push. The last time you did his teeth were too close to your neck for comfort. You heard his feet shuffle toward you but stop suddenly, as though he remembered that he couldn’t join you in the sunlight. You cracked open one of your eyes and sat up as you watched his inner turmoil.

He finally huffed, “sunbathing can give you cancer, I didn’t think you’d be so stupid.”

With those charming words he stormed off into the house. You blinked, sighed and returned to your daydreaming.

---

He paced the carpeted floors of his room, hands gripping his hair as he stared at the small bluebell he picked for you. It sat neatly on his bed as though waiting for him to make a move. The small flower mocked him as he tried to make up his mind. Should he tell you how he feels? No, feelings are for the weak, and he was not weak. The image of you glowing beneath the sun’s rays sprang to mind and he nearly rushed to find you then and there. You tolerated him when nobody else did, you even smiled at him even when he snapped at you. You were odd, to say the least but when you did smile, good lord he felt his throat close up and warmth spread through his chest.

“Dammit!!”

He released his hair and stopped pacing. He twirled the delicate flower between his fingers before staring at the door opposite his. Your door was firmly closed but he could sense your presence beyond the wood. That was, until you walked through into the corridor and braced a hand on your chest. You were dressed in a simple long-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans that Subaru thought should be illegal with the way they hugged your body. Of course, his perverted train of thought was cut short when you spoke.

“You startled me.”

He swivelled his head to the side, the blush prominent on his face as he hid the flower behind his back.

“It’s my room dammit,” he muttered.

There was no bite to his words, no malice, just a hint of exasperation and embarrassment. He was only glad you hadn’t seen him pacing like a madman. You stepped toward the threshold of his room and tilted your head to the side.

“Are you okay?”

He huffed and faced you, “I’m fine, why?”

You shrugged, “you seem more tense than usual.”

He watched as you took another step toward him, your arms folded across your chest and brows furrowed.  Without a word he thrust the flower in your direction. Your brows rose at the sight of the blue petals gripped tightly in his fist. He stared at his feet as he blushed deeper.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

You gently removed the flower from his fist and smiled. It was as small as your pinky finger but beautiful none-the-less. Without warning you took a step and placed your lips gently against his cheek. His skin was hot beneath your lips, his own mouth hanging open in shock. You, the beautiful woman living across from him just kissed his cheek. Was this a dream? Had you gone insane?

“Wha-why the hell did you do that?”

You smiled brightly, “as a thank you, duh.”  

You didn’t say anything else as you removed yourself from his vicinity, smiled over your shoulder at him and continued down the corridor. He leaned against his doorframe as he watched your figure disappear around the corner. He pushed his hair from his eyes as a smile threatened to break over his face. He’d tell you how he felt another time... you weird weird woman.

[sushiobsessedwriter]

Kissing Headcanons

Request: Nope

Fandom: My Hero Academia/Boku No Hero Academia

Character(s): Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Shoto Todoroki

Words: 380

A/N: I might redo these in more depth, or if you guys like this I’ll do kissing one-shots for all of them.

Story:

Midoriya:

His kisses were always soft and gentle. Your hands would be rubbing across his shoulders whilst his would be on your waist or on the small of your back. He believes you should be treated with respect and love, which is conveyed through his kisses. It would feel like you were kissing feather-filled pillows. His face would burn red but the grin left on his face after the kiss made your heart race. He wouldn’t mean to tease you with the pace of his kisses but you couldn’t help but crave more of your adorable boyfriend.

Bakugo:

His kisses were always hard, deep and passionate. Your hands would find their way to his waist, gripping at the piece of clothing there. His would cup your face firmly, but not so much that he’d hurt you, so that you couldn’t pull away from the kiss too soon. He kissed you in a way that always made your mind forget everything else but the taste and feel of him. He craved you and loved you with every fibre of his being but he wasn’t good at expressing himself verbally. That’s why he used his kisses to convey his emotions. Plus, if you have time there would 100% be neck kisses.

Kirishima:

His kisses were always cheeky, slow and full of smiles. There was always his sharp-tooth smile before he leans in and attaches your lips together. He would be smiling through the kiss, causing you to smile as well. Your hand would play with the strands of hair at the side of his neck whilst his hands would go from the back of your neck to your hips, his fingers slipping under your shirt to rub your sides gently, causing you both to smile more. If he were in a particularly good mood he might slip a joke or two in there, making you laugh before capturing your lips in a searing kiss. He’d then revert back to the playful, cheeky kisses.

Todoroki:

His kisses would be achingly slow and climactic. Your hands would slip into the back pockets of whatever trousers/jeans he was wearing whilst one of his would pull you closer by your waist. The other one of his hands would swipe across your lips once or twice then retreating to the back of your neck. That would be the moment he decided to kiss you, his breath fanning across your lips before actually making contact. The kiss would start slow then suddenly you would have to be battling for dominance. He wanted to memorise every part of you and cherish each kiss he gave you. When he was finally kissing you he would tangle his hands in your hair, pulling you closer to his hot/cold body.

[sushiobsessedwriter]

First Time- Akatsuki

Request: Nope.

Fandom: Naruto Shippuden

Character(s): The Akatsuki

Words: 3595

Warning(s): Slightly NSFW, sexual themes but no actual sex, probably swearing somewhere.

A/N: I am aware that some of these scenarios are similar to some stories I’ve done in the past with snippets taken out but there are tweaks and I think they suited our Akatsuki boys perfectly. I hope y’all enjoy!!

Story:

Pein:

He treated you to a fancy dinner and then a relaxing walk back to the hideout. The two of you walked hand in hand under the moonlight and it couldn't have been more perfect, or so you thought. When the two of you made it back to the hideout he made to bid you goodnight at your door. However, your hand remained in his, pulling him back to you as he made to leave. He stared at you in question and felt his heart jump as you kissed him for the fifth time that night. He had to keep count so as to return the favour. The kiss lingered as you leaned against the door.

"Do you want to come in?" 

If he was shocked he showed no sign of it as played with your fingers.

"Are you sure?"

You nodded and opened your door to reveal a relatively tidy room. Luckily, all Akatsuki members got large double beds so there would be no issue of space. You pulled him over to the bed and sat on the edge, your eyes staring into his as you sank to the mattress. It was as though the two of you were in a trance. Both of you knew what was about to happen but there was no nerves from either of you. He already knew you were inexperienced in the sexual field, as was he. That's why the two of you took it slow and steady. His hands were soft against your body and his piercings continued from his face and down his chest. You took your time mapping around the studs in his skin and he reciprocated by leaving soft kisses across your body. It was the perfect night and you knew the morning was going to be just as special.

Itachi:

The two of you had one of the most stressful days of your life and all either of you wanted to do was sleep it off. That was how the two of you found yourselves half-naked -you in his shirt and him in his pyjama bottoms- on the bed ready to sleep. However, despite the day you had, you couldn't sleep. For some reason the feel of his warm body next to yours seemed amplified. The room was dark and normally you would be fast asleep but the bed seemed uncomfortable and your body seemed too hot. You weren't ill or anything, you were just having one of those nights. 

You turned on your side, Itachi's profile illuminated by the sliver of moonlight filtering through the curtain. You stayed in that position for a while, simply staring at your gorgeous boyfriend. His breathing nearly lulled you to sleep when his arm curled around your waist and pulled you close to his chest.

You felt your cheeks flame as he brushed his nose with yours. You nodded in response, not wanting to break the silent bubble encasing you. He slowly kissed you, as he normally would when greeting you, but something was different. Whether it was you or the kiss that was different you didn't know but he lazily slipped his tongue between your lips and kissed you deeply. You ran your fingers through his hair, his body moulding with yours perfectly. After the two of you broke for air you went to tell him it was your first time but he kissed you softly and no more words were needed.

Kisame:

Kisame, being the doting and loving boyfriend he is, offered you a massage when you hurt your shoulder in training. He set the mood with dim lights and strong smelling oils. He knew exactly where to press and where to soothe. You were in a state of complete relaxation, so much so, you didn't realise you had been emitting small sounds all that time. By the time Kisame had finished he was a blushing mess above you. You turned from your stomach onto your back, the towel you were laying on clasped against your chest. You blinked lazily up and him, grinned and thanked him for such a wonderful job. He stuttered out a reply which caused you to sit up further, your noses now practically touching.

"Are you okay, Kisame?"

Relaxation. That was your one and only goal that evening. It was only a couple of hours after your long mission and the bath in your en-suit was calling your name. You stood from your laying position, grabbed one of your favourite towels and made your way into the bathroom. You placed your towel on the toilet seat and ran the water at a hot temperature before pouring your favourite bubble bath in. You practically moaned as you felt the stress of the day seep away into the bubbles, so you shut your eyes to enjoy the warmth and silence. You were so chilled out that you didn't hear the door open and close with the lock slipping shut. You let out quiet breaths, your chest moving the bubbles, still not noticing the man watching you intently. He came closer to your half-asleep body and balanced himself on his kness, one of his forearms resting on the edge of the bath. His other hand ghosted over your damp hair, brushing bubbles away from your face. You jolted from your relaxed position to a sitting one, your eyes wide. The sharp movement caused water to spill from the sides of the bath, covering Hidan's trousers. You glared at him, smacking his arm. 

He nodded and sent you a cheeky shark-like grin. You smiled back and kissed him softly. You meant it as a simple thank you but the way his arms tightened around you and his tongue battled for dominance, you felt the atmosphere change. You were on your back in seconds, his hands caressing the muscles he just worked on. It was then that you realised you were in fact, in only your underwear with nothing but a towel covering you. With new found courage Kisame's hands wandered beneath the towel and pulled you flush against him. By the end of the night both of you were covered in oils.

Hidan:

"You gave me a fricking heart attack!"

He smirked, hand still airborne As you came down from your near heart attack and eventually remembered that you were, in fact, naked with your chest fully exposed. You squeaked and pushed the remaining bubbles over your chest and sank back into the water with a blush on your face. He chuckled, the sound causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. 

"Move the fuck over."

"Huh? You want to get in- wha-huh?"

"Fuck you're clueless."

You glared playfully at him as he grinned, brought your lips to his softly, his warm lips tasting like the beer he had earlier. You pulled him closer to you; the both of you ignored the water dripping into his clothes and hair. You both pulled away for air, his hand trailing in the water above your hip. Seconds later he captured your lips once again, but you deepened it quickly, your tongue tracing his bottom lip. He smirked into the kiss, tongue meeting yours halfway.

"You're wearing too many clothes," you purred.

He leaned away from your mouth and hurriedly ripped off all his clothing. You licked your lips at the sight of your muscular boyfriend and traced a finger over his pecs slowly. With no hesitation from either of you, he climbed into the water, pulled you toward him and growled as he smashed his lips firmly against yours.

Kakuzu:

"You were staring."

Kakuzu loved money. Everyone knows that, you know that, it was one of the things you loved about him. Sooooo when you suggested strip poker he was all for it. He wouldn't tell you it was also because there was a chance of seeing you without clothes.  It had been hours, the both of you as equally skilled as the other.

“Read 'em and weap!” you shouted in victory as you placed your cards down on the table.

A straight stared up at the two of you. He rolled his eyes and flashed his own cards: only three of a kind. You did a mental happy dance and looked him over. His socks and belt were long forgotten and he now had a choice of whether to loose his shirt or trousers. You were only missing your socks which made you feel rather good about your card playing skills.You kept your eyes focused on Kakuzu as he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it from his shoulders, his muscles tensing with the movement. The stitches that lined his body tempted you to trace your fingers across the dark lines... followed by your tongue. 

30 minutes later and your shirt had been lost so you sat in your bra and jeans. However, Kakuzu was not so lucky. He was so distracted by your barely-covered torso that he lost everything but his boxers. He was getting increasingly more uncomfortable the more you shuffled in your seat. He felt like a horny teenager. Sometimes, he wished you realised the affect you had on him, but then he would remind himself that he couldn't risk losing you. However, his confidence shone through as he grinned widely, lying his cards flat on the table. As you stared at his cards your face fell. His straight flush seemed to be taunting you and with a deep sigh you slowly showed him your cards which in turn caused his eyes to widen. The smirk flew from his face quickly after seeing your cards.

“Royal flush.”

You leaned back and took a slow sip of your drink. Smugness radiated off you in waves but in truth you were excited to see what was under those boxers. It was probably the most nervous he had been in his entire life, so he sighed dramatically, trying to play it off and placed both palms on the edge of the table. He mentally prepared himself and shoved himself into a standing position. Soon enough, the only item he was wearing was his mask  You stood with him, your drink forgotten. You didn't wait for him to take them off but traced the outline yourself. Your hands ran up his sides He bit his lip behind his mask, your half-naked body so close to his. He stared at you with his miraculous eyes, pleading with you to make a move whilst trying to remain passive toward the situation.

"Kakuzu," you drawled, "you aren't shy are you?"

Truth be told, a blush adorned your face as you stared up at him through your lashes. Your fingers followed the line of stitching from his hip bone to his rib and back again. He hummed in bliss as your hands trailed further upward to loop around his neck. You slowly untied his mask and his eyes never left yours. Slowly, ever so slowly, you leaned upward and glided your lips across his. The kiss was soft and slow, the both of you taking your time. His arms snaked around your back as he deepened the kiss. Soon enough, you were stumbling over to the bed, your knees hitting the wood before being lowered onto the sheets. His lips left yours to trail down your neck, hands roaming your body as he did so. With the strength of his muscles pressed firmly against yours, you arched into his body, pulling his face back up to yours.

Sasori:

Of course it was raining. Why wouldn't it rain when you had a seven mile walk back to the hideout? You trudged next to Sasori who stayed silent most of your trek. A loud sneeze escaped you, a few sniffles following. A sigh escaped Sasori before he picked you up bridal style and rushed into the half-assed cover of the forest. The both of you were soaked  through as he found a thicker tree-cover and set you on the floor. You shivered in the cold so kept your arms wrapped around Sasori, snuggling closer to his chest. His chakra warmed the wood of his body which radiated through his cloak. He kissed your forehead as he gently removed your arms from his body. You whined at the loss of contact; he shook his head as he started to shed his cloak and removed his shirt. You stared wide-eyed as your boyfriend also shimmied out of his trousers.

"Wh-wh-what are you doing?" you squeaked out.

"Remove your clothes."

"Pardon?"

He sighed again and pulled your cloak from your shoulders gently. You didn't stop him, only watched in awe as his hands snaked under your shirt. His hands paused as he realised the implications of his actions. His eyes bore into yours as he waited for the slap or the shove or any indication that you didn't want him to continue. You gulped before pulling your shirt over your head and brushing the displaced hair from your face. His hands were still pressed against your stomach, un-moving and warm. 

"Sasori..." you trailed off as you leaned closer.

His eyes slipped shut as you connected your lips. Slowly but firmly he kissed you back, his hands moving further up your body. He pressed you against the tree, the bark biting your back but you paid it no mind as his fingers ran across your chest and back over your sides. 

The two of you broke from the kiss, mere inches apart, sharing breath. You ran your hand over his cheek, your lids as hooded as his.

"So, why did you decide to get half-naked?" you whispered.

He moved his eyes to the pile of his clothes next to him then back to yours. A smile tugged at the edge of his lips and he leaned closer to you. He kissed the crook of your shoulder, your cheek, then a chaste kiss on your lips.

"Body heat keeps you warmer than wet clothes."

You hummed in response. Pulling him back down to kiss him deeply. Your tongue fought with his and no surprise, his won, but as he lowered you to the forest floor, leg firmly between your thighs, you didn't mind the show of dominance. 

"Well, I'm still cold," you smirked. 

He chuckled before attacking your chest with bites and soothing kisses.

Deidara:

The two of you decided to visit a bath house on your day off. It was an innocent suggestion from you and he happily agreed. The male and female baths were separated by a wall but you could hear most of what they were saying, and by ‘they’ you meant Deidara boasting about how hot and amazing his girlfriend was. You blushed at his words and climbed out of the water. The steam enveloped you as you walked into the changing room. You soon realised you weren’t alone. The chakra signature was so familiar to you that you smile and turned in his general direction.

”I thought you were busy boasting about me,” you stated playfully.

He hummed as he walked toward you. Soon enough, his hands were on your hips, pulling you flush against his body. Without his shirt you were able to press your palms flat against chest, drawing circles over the smooth surface of his skin.

”You heard all that, hn??” 

You nodded, kissing his cheek slowly. He turned his head swiftly to catch your lips before you leaned back. You moulded against his body, hands rubbing his shoulders as he pressed his tongue between your lips. His hands cradled your face, making sure you didn’t break from kiss early. 

When the two of you parted you stared up at him with a dazed smile. His pupils were blown as he stroked a thumb across your cheek. You stood there staring at each other in a warm embrace. The longer he looked at you, the hotter the room became. An understanding passed between you, a subtle nod from you and a flutter of your lashes had his grip tightening around you.

”Y/n....”

He leaned forward and captured you in one of the deepest kisses you’d ever had. Without stopping, the two of you stumbled over to one of the padded benches, his body caging yours against the fabric. He moaned as you threaded your fingers through his long hair, tugging gently. His moan made you arch into him, grip on his hair tightening and lips pressing to the base of his throat. Let’s just say nobody walked in to that changing room with all the noise you made.

Tobi:

It was game night. Both you and Tobi were sat against the couch, remotes in hand. It was a colder evening than usual so you shared a fuzzy blanket, wrapped around your shoulders.  Of course you were winning, but not by a mile: you were two points up. You bit your lip as you leaned forward as though it would help your playing skills. You couldn’t see it, but behind his mask he was paying more attention to you than the game. 

“YES!!” You screamed in victory. 

You raised your arms above your head, throwing the controller on the cushions behind you. By raising your arms, your pyjama top rode up to reveal more skin than you intended. A short groan emanated from Tobi as he watched you revel in your victory.

”Y/n-chaaaaaan,” he whined, “no fair.”

You giggled before shedding the blanket and climbing into his lap. You braced your knees either side of his legs and draped your arms over his shoulders. You mocked the pout you knew was under his mask but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips.

“So, what does the winner get??”

Tobi grabbed one of your hands to play with your fingers. 

“What does Y/n-chan want??” 

You grinned, your free hand playing with strands of his spiky hair. You shrugged as you blushed and kept your eyes on his hair. It was after he took his mask off that your eyes moved. You took in his beautiful features, still taken aback how gorgeous your boyfriend was. The hand that was in hair moved to trace the outline of his face, then nose, then finally lips. He kissed the tip of your fingers, a smile on his face. Your blush deepened but shifted your eyes to his.

“What does Y/n-chan want?” He repeated his question.

You gulped, “kiss me.”

Without hesitation he leaned forward and kissed you. It was sweet and innocent. He pulled back seconds later, blinking at you.

“Anything else?”

You barely heard the question before pushing your lips against his soft ones in a much deeper kiss. Your hands were still interlocked but his free hand slid down your back and rested on the small of your back. He gripped your shirt in his fist and lifted his hips into yours. You pushed back and cupped his cheek.

“Y/n,” he moaned, “I love you.”

You smiled against his lips, before pulling back, “I love you too.”

He pushed his hand over your ass, grabbing a handful before slipping across the front of the couch so his back hit the carpet. You giggled and braced yourself on his chest. Your giggling soon stopped as he leaned up to bring your lips to his. Neither of you noticed the flashing ‘winner’ symbol still on the screen, the rest of the night spent giggling and pawing at each other.

Zetsu:

He’d been waiting for you for just over an hour. You went shopping with your friend and said you wouldn’t be back until late. By late he thought you meant 10 oclock, but it was nearly midnight and he didn’t know what to think.

He was in bed, staring at the ceiling, by the time you got home. He couldn’t sleep, not when you weren’t home and safe. However, you failed to notice that he was still conscious as you tip-toed into your shared room. Quickly you changed and climbed under the covers. You pressed against his side, savouring his warmth as sleep threatened to claim you. 

“You’re back late.”

You stiffened at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice and lifted your head from his shoulder. He was still gazing at the ceiling but slid an arm around your back. 

“Sorry it took so long, we had dinner then went for drinks.” 

You kissed his black cheek gently but he huffed in response. Although, you spotted a pink tinge on his white side. You smirked as you thought of the perfect apology. Without another word you slithered over his body, the sheets falling from you shoulders to your hips, and straddled his hips. He stared up at you wide eyed, his hands still pressed to the mattress. 

“I’m,” you kissed his white cheek softly, “so,” you kissed his black cheek, “so,” his nose, “sorry.”

His black side smirked at you, his arm caressing yours. Your lips hovered above his, a hairsbreadth away. 

“Y-you’re forgiven,” he replied.

You grinned, “but if I’m forgiven, how can I show you how sorry I am?” 

You caressed his lips with yours, hands resting on either side of his face. He returned it with fever, hands going straight for your ass. He turned you both over, clasping both your hands in his. He pinned them above your head as his other hand ran up the t-shirt you were wearing. You giggled at the ticklish feeling but moaned as his lips connected with the soft spot on your neck. You raked your hands down his back as you moaned out his name. Let’s just say you were most definitely forgiven.