PORTGAS D. ACE using his devil fruit powers while fucking you.
He’s got you folded in missionary helpless to his deep thrusts hitting that gummy spot inside you. Your moans get a little louder, signifying your impending release. ACE’S hand slides down and as soon as his thumb finds your clit he starts rubbing frantic circles to push you over the edge.
But what absolutely makes you squeal is the heat from his touch. ACE felt you squeezing him like a vice and followed you soon after. After seeing your juices spill all over his cock like that, ACE reminds himself to do that more often.
Cw: cum play, marathon sex, a hint of armpit action, oral sex (fem receiving), scent kink, temperature play
LUFFY will lick the sweat off your body while he’s fucking you. He’s addicted the salty-sweet tang, his tongue flattening against your shoulder and leading a wet trail of spit up to the side of your neck. He flipped you over and licked between the valley of your breasts, your collarbones, your forehead, even your armpits. Your captain can be quite nasty.
ZORO’S no stranger to sweat, especially not yours. After he’s fucked you to the point of sweaty exhaustion he’ll pull out, scoop some of his cum dripping out of you, and smear it over your body. He takes pride in seeing your mixed essence all over you. He’ll be tempted to lick it off you. There are times where he pulls you close to him just to feel more of you.
SANJI’S five senses are attuned to your very being, and instead of nulled they’re amplified. He can feel your body reacting to his touch, see every micro expression you make, taste the desperation in your lips, and hear every gasp and moan. But most importantly he can smell you. Your pussy’s sweat aroma puts him on a high he’s never felt before. And when you sweat it nearly sends him into a frenzy. He’ll pull out to taste your juices, and he won’t stop your slick thighs from squeezing around his head.
You’ll find ACE’S hands feeling all over your body once your skin starts glistening with sweat. It gets him all worked up, the soft wetness of your hips and thighs. His hips will snap harder into you and he’ll use his devil fruit to manipulate the rooms temperature. The sheets will be totally soaked by the time you’re done but it’s worth it for ACE.
And if I said Megamind through its three subversions of Superman shows a deeper understanding that the point of Superman is that he was loved and taught to love by good, present parents, and because of that he is able to return that love to a world even if it doesn't always accept it, and he is not corrupted by his power, than many other films either subverting or playing the superman story straight.
Megamind has three Superman subversions. One is obviously Megamind himself. He was not raised loved by the world, but rather was loved by those hated by the world. Because he was still raised with love, he does care about other people, hence his character development. But because he didn't receive wider love growing up, his own is misplaced at first.
Metro Man was not loved growing up in a way that mattered. His adopted father was clearly very absent, and while we don't know much about his family, their relationship seems superficial. Because of this, his sense of duty to the world is also superficial, hence his boredom.
Hal wasn't raised with power. He gained it and was shown how to use it by a 'space dad' who only taught him power and not love. Hence, he sees it only as a grasping means to an end.
All three of these subversions, in their negative space, create the silhouette of the superhero that they are parodying. That silhouette is of a space child that came to earth and was cared for very deeply by the world, and taught love through his experience of love, and because of that holds fast to his duty to the world. Which is Superman.
I couldn't help wondering what these characters would be like if they had been given a chance at a happier, more fulfilling life than the one they had in the anime. What kind of people would they become if they had loving parents to guide and support them throughout their childhood? Were they born evil or simply shaped by the lives they were forced to live? I find that idea incredibly interesting
omg birbs..... portgas d ace and his spit kink..... walk with me?? 👀
PORTGAS D. ACE drags himself halfway out of you — achingly slow. His dark eyes flick between your face and the mess between you, his jaw hanging half open and his voice husky.
“It’s a damn shame you can’t see yourself right now, angel,” he rasps, clearly enamored with the sight. His hands are braced against your waist. He kneads the soft flesh there and holds you steady as he continues to pull out. Too slow. He’s staring. Just like all things Ace does, it’s done with a fiery intensity.
The thick, swollen head of his cock stretches you, just enough to ache, before he pops out with a satisfied laugh. The Second Division commander whistles, and you’re too far gone to give a shit about the objectification.
…Is it hot in here? It feels hot in here.
He can’t get enough of this view — god damn. Ace knows that if he doesn’t slow down, if he doesn’t pace himself, he’s gonna come quick. Too quick. And that?
That would ruin the fun.
His abs tense as he leans back, his eyes drifting to the sight of your sex. His thumb swipes roughly across the slick gathered around your folds, and he toys with you. All the while, his eyes are trained on your face — he’s hunting for any and all reactions. He rubs your clit in a slow, slow, slow circle and stares as your entire body locks up, and a breathy version of his name rushes out.
“So fuckin’ pretty,” is his response.
It’s your turn to stare as he lines himself up, gathers a wad of spit in his mouth, and lets it drop lazily onto your clit. The string of saliva connects you for a moment, and you gasp. It’s warm and wet, and Ace wastes no time dragging the head of his cock through it before pushing in again. Wet. Sloppy. Messy.
“Oh, you tightened up—”
He’s buried to the hilt again, and your thighs tremble as he reaches up to secure a hold on your jaw. It’s rough enough to make your submission immediate. His hands are hot. His forehead knocks against yours as he rocks his hips and grins.
“Does my pretty angel like it when I make a mess of her? Yea? She does?” he’s nodding his head, his expression keen, and you’re nodding along — you’re half aware, somewhere in your mind, that Ace could convince you to agree to anything in this moment. Then:
“Open.”
His fingertips are warm, and they press into the muscles of your jaw. It feels good — and your mouth lolls open. Ace’s pace is hitching, getting a bit quick. Doesn’t help that you’re staring up at him, tongue laid flat, mouth open, with a blissed-out look in your eyes.
He gathers another wad of spit, and you actually moan when it falls onto your tongue. Saliva bridges the gap between your mouths and Ace actually huffs. You swear the hand on your waist gets hot — real hot — while Ace stares at the act.
If staff reformed the ban system to stop banning trans women and used the resulting good will to re-introduce pornography, this site would become a juggernaut. It would swallow Twitter whole.
the pain of knowing Doflamingo’s care for Rosinante is selfish at this point and he wants his brother without valuing him, only what he offers (if that makes sense). Loves Rosi but distances the feeling to prioritize himself
CW: easygoing dom Ace, low-key cum play, oral sex, untapped breeding kink Ace
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Accidentally burned a girl with his cum after he ate his devil fruit because he forgot so quickly that other people aren’t immune to heat the way he is. Had to work super hard to learn how to control his body temperature after that. Was too scared to fool around with anyone for a year. The crew quickly found out about the incident and started calling him Fire Balls Ace.
Didn’t get super into it the way some pirates do, but he did seduce a few marines when he was a rookie. His dirty secret, though, is that he wasn’t domming them. In fact, he was doing what they told him. Had never subbed before and never subbed after, but he enjoyed it at the time. Marco is suspicious because Ace blushes furiously when the crew is discussing a famously beautiful Rear Admiral whom Marco happens to know enjoys whipping young male pirates, but Marco ultimately decides it must have been something else that made Ace’s cheeks red that evening because everyone Ace has slept with since joining the Whitebeard Pirates has said he was pretty dominant, not the type to submit.
Also hasn’t seduced many pirates. Has seduced countless civilians, though; sweet and innocent is his usual type. He’d risk it all to bed a pretty barmaid, particularly the type to smile up at him and let him cum on her face. He knows it can be considered disrespectful but he doesn’t mean it that way at all, he just thinks they look so pretty with his cum on their face.
He's a sweet talker. That's how he gets people into bed. And it continues after he gets them into bed, too.
Is a pretty easygoing dom, but a dom nonetheless (though he doesn’t really know what dom means, sweet boy; he just knows that he likes smacking your ass when he throws you over his shoulder and takes pride in you squealing his name). Is also a service dom. Really doesn’t like it when you get yourself off. If he finds out you did, he’ll immediately shove his hands in your panties and get you off himself to prove he’s so much better at it than you are.
Super eager to please you and sometimes over does it because he doesn’t realize most people don’t have sex drives as high as his and is worried if he doesn’t fuck you three times a day you’ll get it somewhere else. Buys you a discreet vibrator necklace so you can get yourself off to the thought of him when he’s not there. Expects you to tell him all about it when he gets back. However many times you used it on yourself is how many times he’s going to use it on you, and with no breaks in between, so you’d better be careful.
Puts his hat on you as a way of signaling that he wants to fuck. Whether you’re in a crowded bar drinking with the guys or hanging out on the deck of the Moby Dick, if that orange cowboy hat drops like a sexy gavel on your head, you follow him back to his cabin, no questions asked. Happens so often the other Whitebeard Pirates know what it means.
Manners matter to this man. If you don’t already, he’ll train you to say please and thank you when he makes you cum. If you say, “I’m gonna cum,” instead of asking for permission, he’ll immediately stop what he’s doing until you apologize for your mistake. Often times does the same himself, thanking you and placing a kiss on your cheek after sex.
His favorite things to be called during sex? Ace and tiger. Will accept daddy, but it’s not really his thing, doesn’t understand why that would be sexy. Tiger, though… the nickname makes him feel big and strong, like he’s king of the jungle. If you say, “easy, tiger,” he most definitely will not be taking it easy. Goes absolutely feral if you call him cute or adorable because he feels he needs to prove himself as a man. Ends up just proving that he’s such a good boy.
Makes you sweat so much. Like a disgusting amount. Luckily, he doesn’t mind it (he really likes it, actually, how gross and slippery the two of you are; it makes him feel wild and free). Hopefully, you don’t mind it either, because there’s no stopping it.
Has definitely taken his necklace off and run the beads through your folds before; definitely does not clean them before putting them back around his neck.
Likes to hide his face in the pillow or the crook of your neck or fuck you from behind because he blushes so much and doesn’t want you to see (he has a reputation to maintain).
Is obsessive about birth control. Lives in constant fear of getting you pregnant, even if he’s secretly turned on by the thought. On the rare occasions he fucks you without a condom, there are few, if any, words exchanged, just a series of animalistic grunts and pants that tell you all you need to know; cums in half the time if he fucks you without a condom.
Literally lives for outdoor sex. It makes him feel wild and free. His perfect day is the two of you chasing each other around the woods, climbing trees together and swinging from the branches, and fucking like wild animals. Against a tree, on a beach, in a flower field- anywhere he can get you naked under the sun or moon, he’ll try.
Has an insatiable, voracious appetite. He loves putting you on your back, pushing your bottom half up so your bare cunt is high in the air and placing his big hands behind your knees to hold your legs in an impossible position while he buries his face in your wet folds. Pauses to talk about how good you smell and especially to remind you that he's the only one who gets to taste you.
Is obsessed with the smell of you. It’s his favorite part about going down on you. Often steals your panties when he gets them off you. Will hold them to his face while he fucks you. Always has a pair or two in his backpack, usually another pair in his pocket. Has accidentally pulled a pair of your panties out when a member of the crew spilled something because he thought your panties were a napkin; had to threaten his crew mates within an inch of their lives to keep them from telling you.
Not into sharing. You’re his and his alone. That being said, he has a slight exhibitionism kink in that he likes others to know how good he fucks you. If your moans are echoing through the ship… well, he won’t complain, that’s for sure.
Falls asleep as soon as he cums, doesn’t understand why you don’t. And when he falls asleep, it’s with you in his arms. Has a death grip on you. Don’t be expecting to get up and go to the bathroom or get food after sex. If you do manage to pry him off you, he’ll wake up and follow you wherever you go, whining until you come back to bed with him.
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Summary: Ace takes care of his blue balls; text below the cut. If you haven't already, read Part 1 here!
Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Afab!Reader
Genre: smut
CW: penetrative sex, dirty talk
Word Count: 1,255
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Ace couldn’t believe his rotten luck.
Thatch had you on deck that entire night handling something, and just before dawn, Pops sent Ace out on a mission to a nearby island. It had all happened so quickly and he’d barely had the chance to tell you goodbye and punch Marco in the arm for that knowing, teasing look on his face before he was off.
When he returned, it was just past three in the morning, and he was absolutely miserable, with a hole in his stomach and a throbbing, aching problem between his legs. He ground his teeth together to keep from groaning as he climbed onto the ship.
Rotten luck, indeed.
He’d had a real rough go of things, not just because he had a serious case of blue balls but because that mission Pops had sent him on had proven to be the sort of thing that only the second division commander could really take care of.
He normally enjoyed that sort of thing, and he’d had a few moments that he relished, but ultimately, his mind was on you and the fact he hadn’t told Thatch to go fuck himself that night.
Marco met him on deck with a plate of food that Ace tucked into as soon as he dropped his things. As he bit into two rice balls at once, he gave the deck of the Moby Dick a once over. It was deserted, most of the crew asleep in their hammocks for the night.
“She wanted to wait up for you,” Marco said with a knowing look, "but I sent her to bed. Thatch has been running her ragged, poor thing.”
Ace grunted with a mouthful of food, Marco’s phrasing conjuring images in his head that he knew he should have been ashamed of. But he wasn’t ashamed. He was tired and hungry, and he needed you.
“You should let her sleep. She’s in for another long day tomorrow.” Marco chuckled and clapped Ace on the shoulder. “But if you want to keep her awake, I’m guessing you could bribe Thatch with some of that sake you brought back.”
Ace just nodded and headed inside.
Exhausted, he paused outside the door and pressed his forehead into it. His blood was absolutely boiling in his veins, and he knew he needed to calm down some before coming on to you, but he wasn’t sure how to do that.
A sound filtered through the door, and Ace’s ears twitched.
No way.
He leaned in closer and held his breath to listen. Sure enough, he heard a small, wanton moan come from inside his cabin.
Ace’s heart jumped in his chest. All thoughts of remaining calm and slipping quietly into bed left his mind. He whipped open the door. He intended to slip inside smoothly, but he ended up stumbling, accidentally slamming the door shut behind him.
You gasped, sitting up straight in bed. You squinted in the dark, only just making out a tall, broad figure in a cowboy hat. “Ace?”
“Did you really get started without me?” Ace stepped out of his boots, almost tripping he was in such a rush. “You knew I was coming home tonight.”
“I started thinking you got delayed and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.” You fell back on the pillows, enveloped in the scent of him once more. You were naked under the covers with your hand still between your legs, where you had been rubbing furiously at your clit in a pathetic attempt to get off on your own.
“I’m here now.” He shoved his shorts down and stepped out of those, too; he never wore anything underneath. He practically dove into bed, struggling to get the covers off your body.
He felt your lips on his shoulder.
For a moment, you couldn’t breathe under the weight of your boyfriend, but you didn’t dare complain as the two of you struggled to get the covers out from between you. His crushing weight on top of you was the best feeling in the world.
Well, one of the best feelings in the world.
“How many times did you cum?” He asked, finally peeling back the covers. He pressed his naked body into yours and groaned. “How many times did you cum without me?”
“You interrupted before I could finish,” you told him. You sighed in relief at the feel of his chest against yours. Your hands went straight to his black locks, but they didn’t stay there for very long. You ran them down his face and neck, squeezed his shoulders, and grabbed hold of his muscular biceps.
“What about last night?” He pushed your head to the side and went to work on your neck, kissing and sucking to his heart’s content, biting so hard you mewled in pain. “How many times did you cum last night?”
“None.”
“And the night before?”
You hesitated, but answered honestly. “Once.”
He didn’t run his fingers up and down your slit. He didn’t tongue fuck you to make sure you were good and ready. Hell, he didn’t even ask you to finish the blowjob you’d been giving him before the two of you were separated. He just aligned his cock with your slick entrance.
“Need this so bad,” he moaned into your shoulder. “I have the worst blue balls of my life right now. Hurts so bad.”
“You say that every time.”
“It hurts every time.” He pushed the head of his cock into your entrance and let out a loud groan as if nobody could hear. “Oh, that feels so good.” He pushed another inch in. “Tell me how you came the other night, sweetheart. Tell me all about it.”
“I was thinking about that time you went down on me on deck,” you confessed. “When the others were all drinking in town.”
Ace hummed in encouragement, pushing another inch in. His mouth watered and his abdominal muscles spasmed at the feel of your warmth encasing him bit by bit.
You whined at the stretch but kept on. “I rode your pillow like it was your thigh. It was so good.” Another inch, another whine. “I’m pretty sure Marco heard. He knocked on the door right after I came to check on me.”
That bastard, Ace thought to himself.
He couldn’t stop himself. He bottomed out inside you, pushing your thighs apart for better access. He rolled his hips against yours, fucking you like a maniac, the two of you panting and moaning.
He was a complete mess, a sheen of sweat appearing on his brow line as he fucked you. He panted and whimpered, his rhythm far less consistent than usual. He rutted into you like he'd never done it before, like he'd never even experienced pleasure before.
Ace at least had the sense to thumb your clit while he fucked you, but he couldn’t think of anything beyond that. He tried desperately to hold off until you came.
The second he felt your walls tighten around him and your nails dig deeper into his back, he released all of the tension he’d been carrying around with him, filling you with his cum. He gave another few deep strokes before collapsing on top of you.
“So tired,” he muttered into your hair, still inside of you.
You rubbed the back of his neck. “Go to sleep, then. We can catch up in the morning.”
Ace didn’t need to be told twice. He kissed you one final time and was out like a light.
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