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“if you’re not reading yaoi to goon then what are you even reading it for?”

how me, a yaoi enjoyer, indulges in the craft simply to expand my knowledge of the male sexual experience, especially through the lens of an often targeted and fetishized group

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shameless reblog because i’m still proud of this fic :D

don’t worry darling | vinsmoke sanji x fem!reader

sanji's touch trembled slightly at your words, impatience and lust getting the better of him. a gruff laugh spilled from his own soaked lips, a result of his tongue subconsciously mirroring the way you worked him into your mouth. "yes, darling" was all he could muster under the strain of his arousal, his pants growing tighter with each passing second...

word count: 2.6k

cw/tags: afab/fem!reader, housewife!sanji, established relationship, high school sweethearts, mature language, modern!au, fluff, porn with a lil plot, cunnilingus, slight suffocation (it's okay he likes it), use of pet names ("darling", "sweetheart", etc.), and other crazy shit i probably forgot to mention, MDNI pls!!!

if you're unfamiliar with frankie avalon's 'venus', you can find the song here!

frustration throbbed beneath the soft skin of your temples, vessels threatening to pop under the weight of your irritation. countless hours spent at your stuffy office job called for silent drives home with the windows down, the cool summer breeze drowning out the musty scent that stuck to your clothes.

the warm kitchen light illuminated the red brick of the windowsill as you pulled into the driveway. the hum of a soulful tune spills from the window, Etta James' voice synchronizing with the longing beat of your heart. polished glass slightly ajar graced you with a glimpse into your own loving home, the home you shared with you husband. your eyes landed on the sight of your husband's well-dressed back, cigarette in hand as he swayed along to the tune. you instantly recognized the maroon dress shirt that clung to his sculpted frame, a piece of his expansive wardrobe he knew was one of your favorites. his gaze was focused on the sizzling pan before him, tossing its contents gently as he took a long drag. it was small acts of service like these that made your heart swell, traces of harsh footsteps washed away from the shore of your mind.

slipping off your work shoes, Sanji's firm hands snake around your waist, pulling you into a deep kiss. your head swims as he dives into you, teeth brushing together as you smile. the smell of spice and nicotine floods your senses, a familiar warmth pooling deep in your stomach.

"hello, my love," Sanji greets tenderly, palm rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back. "how was work today?"

"long," you sighed, shrugging off your coat. "how was your day? i smell something cooking."

Sanji chuckles at the sight of your nose switching upwards, inhaling the savory aroma of meat and starches. "mine was just fine, dear. i've been prepping dinner all day — it's your favorite! grilled chicken with garlic potatoes and veggies, just the way you like it."

the thought of the delicious meal made your stomach grumble, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. Sanji's raspy laughter filled the silence as he brought you close to his chest, his thrumming heart filling your ears. the beat synchronized with the introduction to Frankie Avalon's 'Venus,' your coupled bodies swaying to the soft melody. a thick, sultry hum vibrates against your temple as Sanji begins to sing along:

"Venus, goddess of love that you areee," he drawled, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "surely the things i ask, can't be too great a task.."

overwhelming gratitude filled your chest as you whisked away in the foyer of your home, the home you shared with Sanji. he was the man of your dreams, often staying home to tend to housework while you provided for your growing family. when you first started dating, he offered to work for the rest of your life if it meant that you would never have to worry ever again. your high school sweetheart was always overly ambitious, constantly feeling the need to reassure him that wouldn't be necessary. despite always complaining about your nosey coworkers, you enjoyed working as it gave you a stable routine amidst the chaos of your life. Sanji was another grounding force that kept you afloat, a factor in your life that you knew would remain constant. his place in your heart was set in stone, an immovable force that no disaster could shake.

you crane your neck upwards to meet his soothing gaze, using the palm of your hand to gently cup his cheek. scratchy stubble of a clean shaven face grazed your soft skin, the pads of your thumb tracing the wear of his under eyes. Sanji sacrifices his time at the restaurant for you, cutting down his hours so that you can come home to a clean house with a fresh meal decorating the dining table. sheltered in the haze of cigarette smoke and you are Sanji's favorite evenings. but it would be a lie to say that you don't worry about your husband's wellbeing. worried that he prioritizes your needs over his own.

"you know you don't have to do this, sweetheart. i'm perfectly fine with coming home to take-out and a movie date on the couch. i'm worried you're stretching yourself thin for my sake," you said shyly, sympathetic.

Sanji took your hand in his, bringing the back of it to his lips as he pressed a gentle kiss, "I'm fine, [y/n]. i promise you that everything i do, i do out of free will. now let me take care of you by feeding you—"

overcome with emotion and desire for your husband, you crash your lips into his, cutting his sentence short. your firm grasp on the nape of his warm neck guided him into you, Sanji matching your pace with practiced ease. the kiss began tenderly, spoke a language no words in the English language could proclaim. but with the kind of day you've had, you craved more and more of his delicate touch. you wanted to make up for all the lost time you spent wasting away in that dusty office while your husband worked, busying himself as he patiently awaited your arrival.

small nibbles and desperate pulls of velvety skin intensified your need, a fervid heat beginning to pool between your thighs. Sanji's strong hands worked at your waist, tugging your hips into his, now painfully aware of the clothing that separated the two of you. "off" was the word tattooed to the forefront of your mind, the power it held in what it meant drove you to a euphoric high as you pressed yourself further into him. as if you couldn't feel more alive, Sanji hoisted you up into the air, wrapping your legs around his waist as he moved with purpose. you gasped in shocked pleasure at the height, staring into his deep blue eyes before colliding once again. you had no idea where he was taking you, but it didn't matter. all you knew was that you needed him. and you needed him now. hell, he could take you right here on the floor if he really wanted to, ruining the pristine condition he worked to maintain throughout the day.

to your surprise, a firm surface clashes with the soft plush of your ass, Sanji using it as an instrument to aid your pleasure. his gentle hand is now rested under your knee, spreading your thighs ever-so-slightly to claim his spot between them. the thick hard-on beneath his dark slacks grazes your aching core with every dip and thrust. your hips buck mindlessly, chasing that sensation as you grow increasingly more wet under his touch. the taut material of your work pants begin to prickle your legs, your arousal bleeding into a feverish sweat. off.

"off, Sanji," you whimpered, eyes half lidded as you tugged at your waistband. "take these off."

Sanji, never one to deny your request, began to fiddle with the metallic loops and buckles of your pants. his hot mouth lowered down to your neck as he peeled the pants clean off. the snap of the loud fabric pulled your mouth into a naughty smirk, planting your feet on the tabletop as you raised your knees to your chest. the sight of your sopping panties now on full display to the rest of your house, the ghosts of warm memories swimming around you as you drink in the sight of the blond man under you. a raspy moan escaped from your lips as Sanji tugged the supple skin of your neck with his teeth, hungrily satisfying your flesh as his hands wandered down to your hips.

his slender fingers hooked under the thin elastic of your panties, the pastel pink fabric darkened with your arousal. you lifted your hips into him once more, inviting him to pull them off and take you. Sanji has always been fluent in your body's language, taking your wordless request into consideration as he obeyed your command. the room's stuffy draft drifted cooly over the heat rising from your core, the sensation urging your craving to be touched. you craned your neck back, raking your fingers through messy blonde waves as you gave Sanji full access to the expansive plane of skin. his lips surged into yours as his fingers trailed softly between your folds, your slick painting his fingertips. his teasing touch caused you to moan against his ear, the absence of necessary friction driving you crazy.

"touch me harder," you pleaded, writhing your hips into his touch.

Sanji pulled his fingers away instantly, earning an irritated groan from you. his hands caressed the supple skin around your pulsing cunt, gently massaging circles to ease your tensing muscles below.

"shhh, it's okay sweetheart. we have time," Sanji hushed gently, one of his palms cupping your cheek.

leaning into his touch, you huffed and shuddered under his intense gaze. your cheeks flushed a fierce pink as your bottom half lay open and exposed, his own growing erection dangerously close to your cunt. his thumb brushed your bottom lip lightly, the slick of your saliva gliding it effortlessly into your mouth. your tongue hollowed as you tasted his finger, twisting and sucking it further down your throat. the smell of smoke and ash intoxicating as you tasted his fingertips, growing envious of the addiction he spends so much time satisfying. you never broke eye contact as you did so, watching his resolve crumble with every swipe and stroke. completely mesmerized by the way your head bobbed around his finger, Sanji dove further, earning a sweet gag out of you.

"will you fuck me now?" you asked around his finger, tone thick and full with arousal. your fingers worked on the buttons of your shirt, undoing them agonizingly slow to reveal your breasts.

Sanji's touch trembled slightly at your words, impatience and lust getting the better of him. a gruff laugh spilled from his own soaked lips, a result of his tongue subconsciously mirroring the way you worked him into your mouth. "yes, darling" was all he could muster under the strain of his arousal, his pants growing tighter with each passing second.

his slick thumb trailed down your exposed middle, each pass igniting a flame as he inched closer and closer to your needy pussy. you watched breathlessly as he met your core, his finger tracing lazy circles over your swollen clit. every rub sent jolts of electricity deep into your stomach, muscles beginning to constrict as your orgasm builds. Sanji's hand found its way into your bra, kneading the plush skin of your breast as he stimulated you below. the attention drove you wild, your breath hitching in your throat as it grew unbearable. you needed him inside you, needed him to brutally attack that gummy spot that sent you reeling.

Sanji lowered himself between your thighs, his warm breath ghosting over your drooling cunt. he exhaled a satisfied groan as he slid a finger inside, twisting and hooking to tease your g-spot.

"so needy," he purred, placing a tender kiss on your puffy clit. you flinched from the contact, rocking your hips into his rhythm as he eased in a second finger. "its hard to believe you could work in these conditions, my love. you're so tense! use me, baby. use me to let go and relief yourself."

a whiny, pitchy moan dragged out from your lips, throwing your head back as he pumped ferociously inside of you. Sanji's tongue teased and suckled at your flesh simultaneously, lapping up your sweet nectar as you slowly released around his hold. just as your thighs began to tremble and twitch, Sanji removed his fingers, your cunt pulsing frantically in their absence. it wasn't long before he dove back in, replacing his hands with his wild tongue. you writhed as he pried your thighs apart, his firm grasp trying its best to keep you in place. your back hit the thin linen sheet that draped over the dining table, fisting the fabric as you rode your high.

lewd sounds of your slick lapping against his tongue mingled with the clang of rattling silverware, a melody of desperate moans joining the symphony. your hands found their way into his honey-blonde hair once again, Sanji's scalp stinging as you tugged.

"fuck Sanji! right there! don't stop i'm close.." you cried out, eyes watering as you shut them tightly. the moans escaping you were deafening, the old wood beneath you vibrating. you could feel Sanji smiling into you, his lips curling into a smirk as he continued to ravage you.

your neck snapped upwards, chin pressed against your chest as you watched your husband eat you out. the sight alone was enough to make you come — his dark lashes resting softly against his rosy cheeks, the slick of your arousal soaking his face and shirt. you made a mental note to handle his laundry for the next few days, tending to the stain before it could ruin the delicate fabric.

with every buck and roll of your hips, Sanji began to whine into your core, his erection growing painful under the confines of his pants. but he was determined to make you finish right into his mouth. the taste of you was intoxicating, a flavor Sanji never wished to forget. he could devour you for every meal for the rest of his life and not once would he go hungry. you satisfied him, in sex, in love, in life. you were the one, tinkered to perfection just for him.

"come for me, sweetheart" Sanji begged, his fingers sliding into you once more, beckoning for your sweet release. the rhythmic pump and curl of his fingers sending you right over the edge.

your grip on his hair tightened as you brought him into you, his lips suctioning around your aching cunt as he drank you in. in the heat of your orgasm, you cleared the table entirely as you grabbed at anything to stabilize your convulsing body. a cacophony of clattering silverware and shattering ceramic filled the room, then world around you crumbling along with your resolve.

"yes! yes! yes! oh my god—" you exclaimed, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you clamped your thighs around Sanji's head. the force of your skin into his temples was enough to make his ears ring, a dull pain lingering under your touch. but none of that mattered. the temporary pain Sanji felt in this moment could never amount to the irritation you endured every day away from home. he would do anything to relieve you of that burden, and if suffocating him between your thighs was the way to go, he would do it a thousand times over.

the crippling realization of your actions snapped you out of your euphoria, rising to sit up as you took in the sight around you. shards of white ceramic dishes scattered across the floor, your now-dirty silverware accompanying the mess. you brought your hands to your face, hiding it out of shame.

"i'm so sorry, love. i'll clean it up," you apologized, scooting off the table. a soft hand on your shoulder stops you, Sanji's gaze a mixture of gratitude and sincerity.

"don't even worry about it," he began, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "go wash up and i'll have this all cleaned up by the time you're back!"

you sighed, relieved that after all the work he's been through today, Sanji was still willing to help you. "what did i do to deserve such a loving husband?"

Sanji smiled softly, using his free hand to push the wild strands of hair out of your face. "i've been hooked on you since the day i met you, [y/n]. all you had to do was be yourself."

sanji has worked his way into my heart and i cannot shake this beautiful man i adore him with my entire being

and yes, this inspired by that one scene from ‘don’t worry darling’. it was a calling and who am i to turn down divine intervention?

[scvrgrl]

i love starting new projects because having a clean slate gives me so much creative liberty. i’m literally pouring my heart and soul into this and there’s absolutely no rush for me to finish because it lives in my brain (and my google drive) indefinitely and i can take as much time as i need to perfect it. there’s no expectations because it’s something that only i know about. i’m already so proud of it and it’s only 1k words so far 😭😭😭

i think that’s also why i’ve always loved to write. being able to indulge in my own ideas and bring them into life is such a gift and something i’ll always cherish. and being able to shared them with you all and receive feedback that at least someone out there resonates with my writing and that it gave them a sense of fulfillment and happiness really does bring me so much joy 🥹🥹

okay that’s enough ranting i’m just feeling very optimistic about this project and can’t wait for the day to share it with you guys!! i’m so excited i could literally scream!!!!!!!

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OBSESSEDDDD OMFG

killin it girl! by jhope (ft. nami & sanji ^_^)

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hi guys! as ‘rearrange my world’ comes to an end, i’m going to create a taglist for the last few parts! if you’d like to be notified pls lmk 🤗🤗

thank you for all again the love on this story it truly does mean a lot <333

part four | part three

cw/tags: more smut & more mature language. hold on tight y'all cause it's about to get crazy!

the crashing waves against the ships hull roared between your ears, the rocking vessel hardly easing the twisting in your gut. you had been on edge all day, making grueling efforts to avoid Ace at all costs. which was near impossible considering that he was put in charge of training you for what seemed like the rest of your life. you stayed locked away in your room for the majority of the morning, the ship's doctor coming to your aid after you failed to show up to breakfast.

"hey [y/n], is everything alright?" Marco asked timidly, his voice hushed against the cool wood of your cabin's door. "you missed out on breakfast, so i saved you a plate in case you were feeling up for it."

the sound of hefty ceramic grazing the floorboards echoed underneath your door, the smell of fresh bacon and eggs wafting through the gap. you had bundled yourself tightly beneath your comforter, afraid of even the slightest breeze grazing your tarnished skin. the skin that Ace touched merely a few hours prior. the ghost of his warmth was branded into your memory, your hips and arms still burning from his grasp on the soft flesh that resides there.

"i'm not feeling very well," you said after a brief silence, acidic shame rising in your throat to accompany the lie. although, it wasn't a lie entirely. you had felt like shit — with not getting enough sleep and a nasty headache pulsing behind your eyes, you contemplated throwing yourself overboard to escape the horrors your body withstood. but your aching joints and muscles weren't the only things keeping you on edge. no, it was the dreadful guilt that kept you on your toes, trepidation warping your reality into a nightmare.

Marco sighed on the other end, "want me to take a look? it won't take long but i gotta grab my kit first."

your eyes widened at the thought of Marco seeing you in such a vulnerable state. sure he was a doctor and all, but this fuck up might be a little beyond his expertise. shedding the warmth of your comforter, you kicked it off as you rose to your feet, smoothing your hair and clothes as you rushed to pry open the door.

"nope! i'm all good now," you said through a stiff smile, your cheeks aching from the foreign feeling. "thanks for the food by the way, you really didn't have to. i don't have much of an appetite anyway.."

chestnut eyes lingered on the tight grip you had around the ceramic disk, your knuckles nearly losing all color. Marco adjusted his maroon frames as he met your eyes once again, his own gaze full of concern but reluctance to pry. "whatever you say, kid. make sure you eat tho!"

"for sure. thanks again!" you smiled, this time a little more genuine after realizing Marco wouldn't press the real issue at—

"hey, what's that on your neck?"

fuck.

"my what?" you choked, feigning innocence as your hand flew to the side of your neck, a horrific attempt at nonchalance. the early afternoon sun burned through the porthole by your dresser, cascading a delicate ray of light against the bruised patch on your neck.

"you have like...a bruise or something," Marco said, crouching down to get a better look. although, he wasn't stupid. he knew exactly what that mark looked like and what that would mean. im about to make so much fucking money off Izo right now.

still shying away from his gaze, you attempted a laugh, "oh that! one of my shoes got stuck under a pile of clothes and knocked me upside the neck when i pulled them out. can you believe that?"

Marco could see the panic pulsing in your eyes, a guilty frenzy that he could only recognize as a lie. but deciding to save you the embarrassment and potential ass-whopping from the captain, he blew a light snort through his nose. "no, i really can't."

a rough palm worked its way up to your already-tangled hair, ruffling the crown of your head, "get some rest, kid. and just be a little more careful next time."

the knowing look in his eyes as the last few words left his mouth make your stomach lurch, blood rushing to your ears as you began to panic. he didn't buy that shit for a second. but rather than pressing Marco for what he might've known, you simply nodded, politely bidding him goodbye as you closed your door.

...

the rest of the day passed in an anxious blur, watching the hours tick by through the traitorous window. your stomach roared from where you lay, demanding to be filled with something other than the sad helping of breakfast you'd been picking at intermittently. as you began to rise to your feet, you realized how neglected your legs were as well, knees locked and aching from the pathetic fetal position you'd been laying in.

your heart thrummed violently in your chest as you made your way to the galley. the crew has become your family, and with family comes all the nosey aunts and uncles and cousins who practically beg at your feet for any intel on your personal life. and with the slip up earlier with Marco, you made sure to cover up your hickey with countless pounds of concealer to avoid further questioning.

but something about hiding something so intimate felt wrong. as much as you've tried to deny it, you liked Ace. and that realization terrified you. not only would it go against the single rule your father upheld, but it would jeopardize everything both you and Ace have worked toward. your relationship had already been complicated, so throwing in an illicit affair to the mix would threaten to destroy the shaky foundation it rests upon. the hot tears streaming down your cheeks fused with the thick glob of makeup, turning it into a splotchy pale nightmare you knew wouldn't blend. it felt like some sick twist of fate — a gruesome foreshadowing into a path that would only lead to lies and suffering.

"hey, there she is!" a loud voice exclaimed, bright smiles of reassurance and relief washing over the crowd before you. you returned them with a soft smile of your own, nodding at the raised tankards of alcohol aimed your way. the scent of the liquor caused your stomach to churn, however, still not completely recovered from last night's events.

your eyes briefly scanned the room for an open seat at the table, the daily chatter returning and filling the room once again. the daunting wooden bench below the table revealed a spot to you...right next to Ace. of course.

swallowing your pride and nerves, you sauntered over to the spot, pretending as if nothing was wrong. the man to your right ravaged his plate per usual, gazed fixated on the food before him, hardly addressing your presence. does he remember?

the bluish-purple bags hanging from his eyes mingled with the faint blush that dusted his cheeks, a manifestation of his own discomfort. you attempted to distract yourself with meaningless chatter among your other crew mates, eventually engaging in an arm wrestling contest against the rowdier crowd.

"lets put that training Ace has given you to the test!" Thatch grinned, a challenging glint in his eyes as he steadied himself against the table.

the mention of his name alone was enough to cause your entire body to tense, your eyes wandering to the man beside you. to your surprise, Ace slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a tight squeeze against his bare chest.

"oh cmon Thatch, this girl will smoke the shit outta you!" Ace teased, his grip unrelenting.

puzzled by the entire reaction unfolding between you two, you shrugged out of his grasp awkwardly, instead focusing your gaze on the raised arm before you. "ready to get your ass handed to you, old man?"

"old ma— hey!" Thatch exclaimed, completely taken aback as you slammed his arm against the table with all your might. the sound of silverware clattering and pirates whooping and hollering all around drowned out his complaints, demanding for a rematch. "i was distracted, that doesn't count!"

"oh eat it Thatch, that was fair and square!" you shouted, rising to your feet to accept the high-fives around you. Ace's cheerful laugh roared close behind, practically buzzing with excitement as he waited for your hand to collide with his. when you returned the gesture, you caught a glint of fondness in his gaze, fleeting but there. your heart flipped in your chest, using every morsel of restraint in your body not to collide your lips with his in front of your entire crew — including your father.

you could no longer deny the feelings you had for your crew mate. it would drive you fucking crazy if you didn't know where you stood after last night's...affair. you decided that you were gonna march right up to his quarters after dinner, demanding answers and a game plan on how you were planning to move on from this. there was no way Whitebeard would approve, extinguishing every spark of hope you had in the prospering of this relationship.

...

the stench of burnt, aged oil flooded your senses as you stared at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, working up the courage to approach Ace.

"you can do this, [y/n]. he's not gonna kill you for speaking to him," you reassured yourself, reaching down to splash a few handfuls of cold water on your face. once you were ready and not sopping wet, you exited the small space and made your way down the long, eery hallway. the groans of rickety wood beneath your feet made you increasingly more anxious, wondering what horrors lied within the shadows before you. with every passing minute you began to doubt your plan, thinking of every excuse possible to try and talk yourself out of it.

maybe he's already asleep, and he'd definitely throw a fit if i woke him up.

he wouldn't want to see me anyway.

the sex probably wasn't even memorable for him, just another warm body to fill his bed.

after a few minutes of relentless thoughts swimming in your head, you decided to return to your room, tail between your legs. the timing just wasn't right, and if Ace truly wanted to speak with you on the matter, he wouldn't have tried to act like nothing happened. shame twisted deep in your gut as you came to the realization that Ace might've just been after one thing after all. a familiar emptiness carved into your chest as you recalled the meaningless hookups back home, each one shaving off a piece of your dignity.

tears began to sting behind your eyes when a set of heavy footsteps trailed lazily behind you, each step growing closer and more hesitant.

"[y/n]? is that you?" the voice whispered, their sluggish frame stumbling sleepily into your sight. Ace. "what are you doing on this side of the ship so late?"

"it's not that late," you replied, voice suddenly small. there's no going back now — its now or never. "Ace i—"

"wait, me first" Ace started, his palm close to your face to silence you. you made a mental note to chastise him for cutting you off once this conversation was over. "have you been...avoiding me?"

the hesitation woven into his words shocked you, swallowing back the snarky retort to his previous action. blinking away your surprise, you managed a small "what?"

"i don't know, i just feel like you've been acting weird! you've been cooped up in your room all day and if i didn't know any better, i would've thought you had the plague or something"

"why would i have the plague?" you asked, slightly irritated at such a ridiculous conclusion.

"maybe a rat snuck on board and bit you in the ass or something," Ace offered, which earned a playful swat at his bicep. "ah! okay okay, no rats! god forbid i'm concerned about my crew mate"

you found his concern endearing, but something told you that he wasn't just here to tease you. "what do you want, Ace?"

"do you...remember anything? from last night?"

it was in this moment you had never been more grateful for standing in a nearly pitch-black hallway, a vicious blush spreading like wildfire across your cheeks and neck. Ace's acknowledgement of last night told you that he knew, and that there was no way out of this conversation without facing the truth head on.

"look, we don't have to do this. we were drunk off our asses and got curious. it happens," you shrugged, hoping your casual tone masked the shattering of your heart. "besides, i hardly even remember anything."

what a fucking joke, you remember everything. tell him how you really feel, how you practically memorized the way he feels inside you. tell him how you can still feel his wandering hands exploring your body. tell him before its too late.

the look in Ace's eyes was dark, completely unreadable and almost distant. almost like he wasn't there at all. if you stared hard and long enough into his eyes, you would see the gears turning and wracking as he fought an internal battle — man vs. machine.

"i remember," he protested, staring deeply into your eyes as he pushed himself into your orbit. "i remember everything, [y/n]. and...i liked it. i liked it so much that it's all i've been thinking about. shit, you're— you're driving me crazy."

the sudden confession rang inside your brain like a bell, its toll intimidating but certain. you could feel the tangible vulnerability radiating off of Ace's body, the air thick and tense as he continued.

"everything i said in that room, i meant with my whole fucking chest. you are beautiful, and i've felt this way about you for a long time. it was the first thing i noticed about you, actually...right before you nearly cussed me out and threw me overboard."

you couldn't help but laugh at the memory, every chuckle releasing the breath you didn't realize you were holding in. the sudden wave of relief washing over you was intense, swallowing the lump in your throat that dared to free your tears.

Ace grabbed your hands from where they rested against your stomach, tugging and pulling at your fingers as you anxiously listened to his monologue. the steady weight of his hands in yours grounded you, letting you know that he was being sincere and sure.

"you don't have to say anything, and i'm so sorry if you feel like i took advantage of you last night. that was never my intention and i completely understand if you don't wanna—"

"i was lying," you confessed abruptly, gripping onto Ace's hands tightly as you delivered the truth. Ace's eyes flashed with uncertainty, brows furrowing slightly as you continued, "i remember everything too, Ace. i lied because i thought you wanted to move on and pretend like nothing happened between us."

"why would i ever want that?" Ace asked, soft and genuine.

"i don't know... maybe you were ashamed?"

Ace's hands freed themselves from your own, closing the space between you two to bring his palms to cradle your cheeks. his thumb swiped tenderly over the thin veil of skin under your eyes, determination fierce in his gaze. "i would never be ashamed of you, [y/n]."

the air around you grew unbearably hot, a heavy malleable tension turning the atmosphere into putty. the rest of the world entirely out of focus as hungry eyes flickered to lips while your breaths mingled dangerously, each one more hesitant than the last. the quick rise and fall of your chest suddenly ceased as Ace lunged forward, smashing his lips against yours. the clink of teeth colliding only spurred you on, using his plush lips to soothe the ache in your jaw. Ace's entire weight lay against your chest as he pressed you against the wall, holding your chin up to grant him better access to your mouth and neck. his hips ground into yours hungrily, earning a sharp gasp into each other's mouths from the friction.

just as the warmth between your legs became too much, Ace's hands fiddled with something beside you. the sound of metal rattling caused you to pull away for a brief moment, but before you could ask what it was, the wall behind you suddenly gave way to a dark void. the sound of shuffling footsteps filled the air as you made your way into the closet, blindly seeking comfort in one another in the unfamiliar space.

your lower back bumped into the sharp edge of a shelf, its contents knocking over and clattering to the floor. the piercing sound of tin crashing into wood caused you to wince, freezing with a hand over your mouth.

"what's wrong?" Ace asked breathlessly, his dark eyes searching yours for regret and realization. "you wanna stop?"

despite your fear in getting caught by someone passing by at the wrong time, you shook your head. your hands returned to their place on the nape on Ace's neck, fingers coiling around the fringe of baby hairs that lay there. you often wondered what Ace might have looked like before you met him — if his freckles were darker and bled even farther into the expanse of his cheekbones. or if the baby fat in his face made the features you grew to love even softer.

"no, it's okay. i just got startled is all," you concluded, delivering a kind smile before meeting his lips once more.

Ace's calloused hands trembled slightly against the plush skin of your waist, carefully snaking around your figure to pull you in closer to him. he handled you as if you were made of glass, afraid to shatter you under the weight of his anticipation. Ace created a barrier between you and the shelf, using his forearm as cushion so you wouldn't hurt yourself further. the sentiment alone was enough to make your head swim, grinning against his lips. how could this man get any dreamier?

warm labored breaths filled the stale closet air, cheeks flushed as sweat began to trickle down your temples. the sensation of slick skin and clothes sticky with arousal was enough to send you reeling. weightlessness consumed you as Ace lifted you into his arms, seating you on the shelf and pressing you further into the wall. the scratchy wood against your spine was sure to cause a splinter if he wasn't careful — but you were careless. sex and arousal clouded your judgement, recklessly slamming your head against the wall as if you two were the only souls on board. Ace's hands raked through your hair in attempt to stifle the harm you inflicted upon yourself.

"stop that," Ace whispered against your jawline, his tongue tracing the bone beneath, "you're gonna get us caught."

the thought of someone finding the two of you — completely fucked out and consumed by one another — filled you with a sick satisfaction. the adrenaline and heat pooling between your legs caused your mouth to run faster than your mind, "so what?"

a deep rumble echoed from Ace's chest, his shoulders shaking slightly as he chuckled, "you're insane."

"are you gonna keep talking or are you gonna fuck me in this closet?" you asked, words honeyed as you rocked your hips hypnotically to entice the man before you.

Ace's slender fingers immediately found their way to your waistband, stripping off the thin fabric of your shorts that separated you from the growing length in his pants. heat radiated off him so intensely you worried about catching fire, and in such close proximity, you were certain it would be fatal.

his hand slid blindly into your soaked panties, your cunt drooling over his fingers as he toyed with you. the combination of his rough hands gliding over your wet folds was dizzying, your eyes rolling as your breath hitched. your body trembled involuntarily as you stifled your moans, biting your lip so hard it was enough to draw blood. the writhing of your hips against his fingers only spurred him on, teasing your entrance as he denied them entry. salacious whimpers of protestation mixing with the sweet sounds of your squelching cunt sent blood rushing to Ace's cock, his leaky tip a manifestation of betrayal under the facade.

your heavy lidded eyes met his as you began to rub lazy circles over your swollen clit, taking matters into your own hands. Ace's dark irises watched hungrily at the sight before him, practically memorizing how beautiful you looked as you played with yourself. pleasure gave way to a competitive frustration as he came to the realization that it was him who was supposed to make you come undone. it simply wasn't fair that you got all the fun out of it while he watched.

Ace removed your hand gently from where it rested, stopping you from fingering your pulsing entrance. your cry of protestation ceased as you watched him bring your glossy fingers to his mouth, savoring the way you taste as he sucked them with purpose. the sight of his freckled cheeks hollowing around your slender fingers was enough to make you come, but you held out for the much bigger and rewarding prize that began to poke you below.

he released your fingers from his mouth with a lewd pop, a string of saliva tethering his mouth to you. the plush of your fingertips brushed Ace's sleek skin as he guided your hand slowly down his body. you felt every toned muscle of his chest and abdomen running agonizingly slow, the absence of light heightening each sensation. it wasn't long before your hand met the scrunched fabric of his waistband, the worn elastic hanging low on his hips to reveal the shadow of his v-line. you couldn't help but stare hungrily, tongue swiping over your bottom lip in excitement.

"fuck," Ace panted as your hand found its way to his length, pumping lazily as you suckled the skin beneath his earlobe. the amalgamation of his stifled whimpers with the way his hips rocked into your palm was intoxicating, the scent of sex filling the air as his stiffened under your grasp. "you keep doin' that and i'll for sure get us caught."

the thrill of a challenge sparked in your chest, your objective shifting its course to satisfy your pleasure. you knew that you had the upper hand in this moment, and you wanted to see just how long Ace would last before he begged to be inside you. "god you're so easy. don't give it up that fast, pretty boy."

Ace's eyes glimmered with a shocked amusement at the sound of his new nickname. "ha- so you think i'm pretty?" he smirked, his hips still rolling slowly as you worked up and down his length. despite his relaxed tone, you didn't miss the way his knees tensed as his cock swelled, preparing for a sweet release.

"you'd be prettier if you shut up," you teased, tightening your grip ever so slightly around his shaft.

Ace threw his head back as he choked out a laugh, wavy strands of raven hair falling around his eyes perfectly. "yes ma'am."

it wasn't long before Ace caught onto your little ploy, becoming both frustrated and unbelievably aroused every time you teased his leaky tip or lingered a little too long around his sweet spots. his fierce determination to win this battle was painted all over his face, the crease between his bold eyebrows deepening with every groan. truth be told, your hand began to cramp from the slightly awkward angle in which your worked. but the way Ace's jaw tightened as he fought off his orgasm spurred you on, fighting through the mild discomfort.

the sensation of your cunt drooling onto the shelf beneath you sent volts of arousal into your core, your breath hitching as your hips rocked absentmindedly. Ace peered down at you through half-lidded eyes, meeting your ravenous gaze as you continued to work at his cock. he simply couldn't hold it in any longer, game be damned.

"shit, c'mere," he said as he wrapped an arm around your waist, adjusting you so that he would line himself perfectly with your entrance. breathless moans filled the air as he eased his tip into you, your arousal allowing for a smooth entry. Ace knocked your forehead gently into yours, staring at you through his dark lashes as he pushed deeper. your hips rocked simultaneously as you adjusted to his length filling you, your walls clenching with muscle memory.

labored breaths and whispered moans hung heavy in the air, your shared fervor filling the silence. you watched as Ace pumped ferociously into you, a ring of sticky arousal forming around the base of his cock. Ace threw your legs over his shoulders in one smooth motion, allowing him to push further into you. this new angle enabled him to abuse your g-spot just right, the sensation causing your eyes to roam to the back of your head.

"fuck Ace, i'm so close!" you pleaded, fingers clawing desperately at his flexed biceps. Ace, however, was in his own world as he worked further into you, the thought of coming together encouraging him to persevere.

the sound that escaped your throat as he hit the spot was guttural and animalistic. your orgasm rumbled against the walls as you squirmed around him, exhaustion and sex dripping down your bare chest. the harmony of your combined pleasure didn't last long, however, as a stern hand clasped around your mouth. your shocked eyes met Ace's, a glistening finger pressed firmly against his lips in an attempt to silence you. before you could protest that you were safe and that no one was around to hear you, heavy footsteps loomed behind the door. in a moment of shared panic, you pushed Ace off of you and threw your shirt and shorts back on, kicking your ruined panties to the farthest corner. you heard Ace grumble to himself as he adjusted himself in his pants, the sound of knocking drowning out his fussing.

"who's in there?" the voice asked sternly, their words edged with exhaustion. before either of you could answer, the door knob shook violently as the intruder attempted to barge in, investigating the scene of the crime for themselves. the second you heard the voice, your blood went cold because you knew.

Dad.

shit.

shit shit oh my god i'm dead this is how i fucking die—

Whitebeard's voice shifted from mild irritation to discrete calculation, silently weighing his options of attack if things went south, "whoever is in there has two seconds before i tear this door off the hinges."

"ITS JUST ME!" you shout frantically, admittedly too loud as both you and Ace wince at your volume. now it was your turn to silence Ace, cupping a firm hand around his mouth to ensure he wouldn't blow your cover.

"[y/n]? what in god's name are you doing on this side of the ship this late? you should be in bed, young lady." Whitebeard scolded, his irritation seeping into the room like overgrown ivy — pesky and invasive.

you rolled your eyes as you waited for his nagging to subside, pinching Ace's cheek hard when he started to chuckle to himself. "sorry dad, i dropped something in my room and came looking for the broom to sweep it up. i'll be in bed soon, i swear!"

"then what's with all that commotion i heard in there?"

"i bumped into the wall, jeez. is there anything else you wanna interrogate me for?" you snapped, hoping your ill-mannered tone was enough to drive him away. but you and him both knew that he would never tolerate such behavior.

"go to bed before i send you there myself. you know i hate little brats who think they can do as they please around here." Whitebeard scoffed, his voice raising slightly as he became agitated with your antics. your father has always been a reasonable man, but when it comes to respecting his time and energy — which he didn't have much of these days — he meant business. "i'm off to bed, don't let me find out you're causing more trouble for the rest of my crew. goodnight."

you removed your hand from Ace's mouth as your father's heavy footsteps retreated further down the hall. a weight was lifted of your chest as you released a breath you hadn't realized you were holding throughout that entire reaction. a dull thump filled the silence as you banged your head against the door, embarrassment and shame waging a war inside your chest.

sensing your discomfort, Ace wraps himself around you, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder. "hey, you okay?"

Ace's weight surprisingly grounded you, exhaling as you turned to face him, "yeah i'm just a little tired is all thanks to you."

a playful smirk stretched across his face, cupping your cheek before pressing his lips to yours. "you're so needy," he teased, "i gotta get a muzzle for you or somethin' if you're gonna keep that up."

im backkk!!! so sorry for the late update, life has been kicking my ass lately and i haven't really had the motivation/time to write :/ i've also been putting off posting this because i might end up extending the story an extra chapter cause i fucked up the pacing lmfao

i hope you guys enjoy this chapter and i'll try my best to post a little more regularly soon :) i also opened my requests back up! i love hearing your feedback and ideas so feel free to submit them to me!

as this story reaches it's end, i've pocketed away lots and lots of ideas for new one shots and fics so stay tuned for those!

<3 alie

[scvrgrl]

part four | part three

cw/tags: more smut & more mature language. hold on tight y'all cause it's about to get crazy!

the crashing waves against the ships hull roared between your ears, the rocking vessel hardly easing the twisting in your gut. you had been on edge all day, making grueling efforts to avoid Ace at all costs. which was near impossible considering that he was put in charge of training you for what seemed like the rest of your life. you stayed locked away in your room for the majority of the morning, the ship's doctor coming to your aid after you failed to show up to breakfast.

"hey [y/n], is everything alright?" Marco asked timidly, his voice hushed against the cool wood of your cabin's door. "you missed out on breakfast, so i saved you a plate in case you were feeling up for it."

the sound of hefty ceramic grazing the floorboards echoed underneath your door, the smell of fresh bacon and eggs wafting through the gap. you had bundled yourself tightly beneath your comforter, afraid of even the slightest breeze grazing your tarnished skin. the skin that Ace touched merely a few hours prior. the ghost of his warmth was branded into your memory, your hips and arms still burning from his grasp on the soft flesh that resides there.

"i'm not feeling very well," you said after a brief silence, acidic shame rising in your throat to accompany the lie. although, it wasn't a lie entirely. you had felt like shit — with not getting enough sleep and a nasty headache pulsing behind your eyes, you contemplated throwing yourself overboard to escape the horrors your body withstood. but your aching joints and muscles weren't the only things keeping you on edge. no, it was the dreadful guilt that kept you on your toes, trepidation warping your reality into a nightmare.

Marco sighed on the other end, "want me to take a look? it won't take long but i gotta grab my kit first."

your eyes widened at the thought of Marco seeing you in such a vulnerable state. sure he was a doctor and all, but this fuck up might be a little beyond his expertise. shedding the warmth of your comforter, you kicked it off as you rose to your feet, smoothing your hair and clothes as you rushed to pry open the door.

"nope! i'm all good now," you said through a stiff smile, your cheeks aching from the foreign feeling. "thanks for the food by the way, you really didn't have to. i don't have much of an appetite anyway.."

chestnut eyes lingered on the tight grip you had around the ceramic disk, your knuckles nearly losing all color. Marco adjusted his maroon frames as he met your eyes once again, his own gaze full of concern but reluctance to pry. "whatever you say, kid. make sure you eat tho!"

"for sure. thanks again!" you smiled, this time a little more genuine after realizing Marco wouldn't press the real issue at—

"hey, what's that on your neck?"

fuck.

"my what?" you choked, feigning innocence as your hand flew to the side of your neck, a horrific attempt at nonchalance. the early afternoon sun burned through the porthole by your dresser, cascading a delicate ray of light against the bruised patch on your neck.

"you have like...a bruise or something," Marco said, crouching down to get a better look. although, he wasn't stupid. he knew exactly what that mark looked like and what that would mean. im about to make so much fucking money off Izo right now.

still shying away from his gaze, you attempted a laugh, "oh that! one of my shoes got stuck under a pile of clothes and knocked me upside the neck when i pulled them out. can you believe that?"

Marco could see the panic pulsing in your eyes, a guilty frenzy that he could only recognize as a lie. but deciding to save you the embarrassment and potential ass-whopping from the captain, he blew a light snort through his nose. "no, i really can't."

a rough palm worked its way up to your already-tangled hair, ruffling the crown of your head, "get some rest, kid. and just be a little more careful next time."

the knowing look in his eyes as the last few words left his mouth make your stomach lurch, blood rushing to your ears as you began to panic. he didn't buy that shit for a second. but rather than pressing Marco for what he might've known, you simply nodded, politely bidding him goodbye as you closed your door.

...

the rest of the day passed in an anxious blur, watching the hours tick by through the traitorous window. your stomach roared from where you lay, demanding to be filled with something other than the sad helping of breakfast you'd been picking at intermittently. as you began to rise to your feet, you realized how neglected your legs were as well, knees locked and aching from the pathetic fetal position you'd been laying in.

your heart thrummed violently in your chest as you made your way to the galley. the crew has become your family, and with family comes all the nosey aunts and uncles and cousins who practically beg at your feet for any intel on your personal life. and with the slip up earlier with Marco, you made sure to cover up your hickey with countless pounds of concealer to avoid further questioning.

but something about hiding something so intimate felt wrong. as much as you've tried to deny it, you liked Ace. and that realization terrified you. not only would it go against the single rule your father upheld, but it would jeopardize everything both you and Ace have worked toward. your relationship had already been complicated, so throwing in an illicit affair to the mix would threaten to destroy the shaky foundation it rests upon. the hot tears streaming down your cheeks fused with the thick glob of makeup, turning it into a splotchy pale nightmare you knew wouldn't blend. it felt like some sick twist of fate — a gruesome foreshadowing into a path that would only lead to lies and suffering.

"hey, there she is!" a loud voice exclaimed, bright smiles of reassurance and relief washing over the crowd before you. you returned them with a soft smile of your own, nodding at the raised tankards of alcohol aimed your way. the scent of the liquor caused your stomach to churn, however, still not completely recovered from last night's events.

your eyes briefly scanned the room for an open seat at the table, the daily chatter returning and filling the room once again. the daunting wooden bench below the table revealed a spot to you...right next to Ace. of course.

swallowing your pride and nerves, you sauntered over to the spot, pretending as if nothing was wrong. the man to your right ravaged his plate per usual, gazed fixated on the food before him, hardly addressing your presence. does he remember?

the bluish-purple bags hanging from his eyes mingled with the faint blush that dusted his cheeks, a manifestation of his own discomfort. you attempted to distract yourself with meaningless chatter among your other crew mates, eventually engaging in an arm wrestling contest against the rowdier crowd.

"lets put that training Ace has given you to the test!" Thatch grinned, a challenging glint in his eyes as he steadied himself against the table.

the mention of his name alone was enough to cause your entire body to tense, your eyes wandering to the man beside you. to your surprise, Ace slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a tight squeeze against his bare chest.

"oh cmon Thatch, this girl will smoke the shit outta you!" Ace teased, his grip unrelenting.

puzzled by the entire reaction unfolding between you two, you shrugged out of his grasp awkwardly, instead focusing your gaze on the raised arm before you. "ready to get your ass handed to you, old man?"

"old ma— hey!" Thatch exclaimed, completely taken aback as you slammed his arm against the table with all your might. the sound of silverware clattering and pirates whooping and hollering all around drowned out his complaints, demanding for a rematch. "i was distracted, that doesn't count!"

"oh eat it Thatch, that was fair and square!" you shouted, rising to your feet to accept the high-fives around you. Ace's cheerful laugh roared close behind, practically buzzing with excitement as he waited for your hand to collide with his. when you returned the gesture, you caught a glint of fondness in his gaze, fleeting but there. your heart flipped in your chest, using every morsel of restraint in your body not to collide your lips with his in front of your entire crew — including your father.

you could no longer deny the feelings you had for your crew mate. it would drive you fucking crazy if you didn't know where you stood after last night's...affair. you decided that you were gonna march right up to his quarters after dinner, demanding answers and a game plan on how you were planning to move on from this. there was no way Whitebeard would approve, extinguishing every spark of hope you had in the prospering of this relationship.

...

the stench of burnt, aged oil flooded your senses as you stared at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, working up the courage to approach Ace.

"you can do this, [y/n]. he's not gonna kill you for speaking to him," you reassured yourself, reaching down to splash a few handfuls of cold water on your face. once you were ready and not sopping wet, you exited the small space and made your way down the long, eery hallway. the groans of rickety wood beneath your feet made you increasingly more anxious, wondering what horrors lied within the shadows before you. with every passing minute you began to doubt your plan, thinking of every excuse possible to try and talk yourself out of it.

maybe he's already asleep, and he'd definitely throw a fit if i woke him up.

he wouldn't want to see me anyway.

the sex probably wasn't even memorable for him, just another warm body to fill his bed.

after a few minutes of relentless thoughts swimming in your head, you decided to return to your room, tail between your legs. the timing just wasn't right, and if Ace truly wanted to speak with you on the matter, he wouldn't have tried to act like nothing happened. shame twisted deep in your gut as you came to the realization that Ace might've just been after one thing after all. a familiar emptiness carved into your chest as you recalled the meaningless hookups back home, each one shaving off a piece of your dignity.

tears began to sting behind your eyes when a set of heavy footsteps trailed lazily behind you, each step growing closer and more hesitant.

"[y/n]? is that you?" the voice whispered, their sluggish frame stumbling sleepily into your sight. Ace. "what are you doing on this side of the ship so late?"

"it's not that late," you replied, voice suddenly small. there's no going back now — its now or never. "Ace i—"

"wait, me first" Ace started, his palm close to your face to silence you. you made a mental note to chastise him for cutting you off once this conversation was over. "have you been...avoiding me?"

the hesitation woven into his words shocked you, swallowing back the snarky retort to his previous action. blinking away your surprise, you managed a small "what?"

"i don't know, i just feel like you've been acting weird! you've been cooped up in your room all day and if i didn't know any better, i would've thought you had the plague or something"

"why would i have the plague?" you asked, slightly irritated at such a ridiculous conclusion.

"maybe a rat snuck on board and bit you in the ass or something," Ace offered, which earned a playful swat at his bicep. "ah! okay okay, no rats! god forbid i'm concerned about my crew mate"

you found his concern endearing, but something told you that he wasn't just here to tease you. "what do you want, Ace?"

"do you...remember anything? from last night?"

it was in this moment you had never been more grateful for standing in a nearly pitch-black hallway, a vicious blush spreading like wildfire across your cheeks and neck. Ace's acknowledgement of last night told you that he knew, and that there was no way out of this conversation without facing the truth head on.

"look, we don't have to do this. we were drunk off our asses and got curious. it happens," you shrugged, hoping your casual tone masked the shattering of your heart. "besides, i hardly even remember anything."

what a fucking joke, you remember everything. tell him how you really feel, how you practically memorized the way he feels inside you. tell him how you can still feel his wandering hands exploring your body. tell him before its too late.

the look in Ace's eyes was dark, completely unreadable and almost distant. almost like he wasn't there at all. if you stared hard and long enough into his eyes, you would see the gears turning and wracking as he fought an internal battle — man vs. machine.

"i remember," he protested, staring deeply into your eyes as he pushed himself into your orbit. "i remember everything, [y/n]. and...i liked it. i liked it so much that it's all i've been thinking about. shit, you're— you're driving me crazy."

the sudden confession rang inside your brain like a bell, its toll intimidating but certain. you could feel the tangible vulnerability radiating off of Ace's body, the air thick and tense as he continued.

"everything i said in that room, i meant with my whole fucking chest. you are beautiful, and i've felt this way about you for a long time. it was the first thing i noticed about you, actually...right before you nearly cussed me out and threw me overboard."

you couldn't help but laugh at the memory, every chuckle releasing the breath you didn't realize you were holding in. the sudden wave of relief washing over you was intense, swallowing the lump in your throat that dared to free your tears.

Ace grabbed your hands from where they rested against your stomach, tugging and pulling at your fingers as you anxiously listened to his monologue. the steady weight of his hands in yours grounded you, letting you know that he was being sincere and sure.

"you don't have to say anything, and i'm so sorry if you feel like i took advantage of you last night. that was never my intention and i completely understand if you don't wanna—"

"i was lying," you confessed abruptly, gripping onto Ace's hands tightly as you delivered the truth. Ace's eyes flashed with uncertainty, brows furrowing slightly as you continued, "i remember everything too, Ace. i lied because i thought you wanted to move on and pretend like nothing happened between us."

"why would i ever want that?" Ace asked, soft and genuine.

"i don't know... maybe you were ashamed?"

Ace's hands freed themselves from your own, closing the space between you two to bring his palms to cradle your cheeks. his thumb swiped tenderly over the thin veil of skin under your eyes, determination fierce in his gaze. "i would never be ashamed of you, [y/n]."

the air around you grew unbearably hot, a heavy malleable tension turning the atmosphere into putty. the rest of the world entirely out of focus as hungry eyes flickered to lips while your breaths mingled dangerously, each one more hesitant than the last. the quick rise and fall of your chest suddenly ceased as Ace lunged forward, smashing his lips against yours. the clink of teeth colliding only spurred you on, using his plush lips to soothe the ache in your jaw. Ace's entire weight lay against your chest as he pressed you against the wall, holding your chin up to grant him better access to your mouth and neck. his hips ground into yours hungrily, earning a sharp gasp into each other's mouths from the friction.

just as the warmth between your legs became too much, Ace's hands fiddled with something beside you. the sound of metal rattling caused you to pull away for a brief moment, but before you could ask what it was, the wall behind you suddenly gave way to a dark void. the sound of shuffling footsteps filled the air as you made your way into the closet, blindly seeking comfort in one another in the unfamiliar space.

your lower back bumped into the sharp edge of a shelf, its contents knocking over and clattering to the floor. the piercing sound of tin crashing into wood caused you to wince, freezing with a hand over your mouth.

"what's wrong?" Ace asked breathlessly, his dark eyes searching yours for regret and realization. "you wanna stop?"

despite your fear in getting caught by someone passing by at the wrong time, you shook your head. your hands returned to their place on the nape on Ace's neck, fingers coiling around the fringe of baby hairs that lay there. you often wondered what Ace might have looked like before you met him — if his freckles were darker and bled even farther into the expanse of his cheekbones. or if the baby fat in his face made the features you grew to love even softer.

"no, it's okay. i just got startled is all," you concluded, delivering a kind smile before meeting his lips once more.

Ace's calloused hands trembled slightly against the plush skin of your waist, carefully snaking around your figure to pull you in closer to him. he handled you as if you were made of glass, afraid to shatter you under the weight of his anticipation. Ace created a barrier between you and the shelf, using his forearm as cushion so you wouldn't hurt yourself further. the sentiment alone was enough to make your head swim, grinning against his lips. how could this man get any dreamier?

warm labored breaths filled the stale closet air, cheeks flushed as sweat began to trickle down your temples. the sensation of slick skin and clothes sticky with arousal was enough to send you reeling. weightlessness consumed you as Ace lifted you into his arms, seating you on the shelf and pressing you further into the wall. the scratchy wood against your spine was sure to cause a splinter if he wasn't careful — but you were careless. sex and arousal clouded your judgement, recklessly slamming your head against the wall as if you two were the only souls on board. Ace's hands raked through your hair in attempt to stifle the harm you inflicted upon yourself.

"stop that," Ace whispered against your jawline, his tongue tracing the bone beneath, "you're gonna get us caught."

the thought of someone finding the two of you — completely fucked out and consumed by one another — filled you with a sick satisfaction. the adrenaline and heat pooling between your legs caused your mouth to run faster than your mind, "so what?"

a deep rumble echoed from Ace's chest, his shoulders shaking slightly as he chuckled, "you're insane."

"are you gonna keep talking or are you gonna fuck me in this closet?" you asked, words honeyed as you rocked your hips hypnotically to entice the man before you.

Ace's slender fingers immediately found their way to your waistband, stripping off the thin fabric of your shorts that separated you from the growing length in his pants. heat radiated off him so intensely you worried about catching fire, and in such close proximity, you were certain it would be fatal.

his hand slid blindly into your soaked panties, your cunt drooling over his fingers as he toyed with you. the combination of his rough hands gliding over your wet folds was dizzying, your eyes rolling as your breath hitched. your body trembled involuntarily as you stifled your moans, biting your lip so hard it was enough to draw blood. the writhing of your hips against his fingers only spurred him on, teasing your entrance as he denied them entry. salacious whimpers of protestation mixing with the sweet sounds of your squelching cunt sent blood rushing to Ace's cock, his leaky tip a manifestation of betrayal under the facade.

your heavy lidded eyes met his as you began to rub lazy circles over your swollen clit, taking matters into your own hands. Ace's dark irises watched hungrily at the sight before him, practically memorizing how beautiful you looked as you played with yourself. pleasure gave way to a competitive frustration as he came to the realization that it was him who was supposed to make you come undone. it simply wasn't fair that you got all the fun out of it while he watched.

Ace removed your hand gently from where it rested, stopping you from fingering your pulsing entrance. your cry of protestation ceased as you watched him bring your glossy fingers to his mouth, savoring the way you taste as he sucked them with purpose. the sight of his freckled cheeks hollowing around your slender fingers was enough to make you come, but you held out for the much bigger and rewarding prize that began to poke you below.

he released your fingers from his mouth with a lewd pop, a string of saliva tethering his mouth to you. the plush of your fingertips brushed Ace's sleek skin as he guided your hand slowly down his body. you felt every toned muscle of his chest and abdomen running agonizingly slow, the absence of light heightening each sensation. it wasn't long before your hand met the scrunched fabric of his waistband, the worn elastic hanging low on his hips to reveal the shadow of his v-line. you couldn't help but stare hungrily, tongue swiping over your bottom lip in excitement.

"fuck," Ace panted as your hand found its way to his length, pumping lazily as you suckled the skin beneath his earlobe. the amalgamation of his stifled whimpers with the way his hips rocked into your palm was intoxicating, the scent of sex filling the air as his stiffened under your grasp. "you keep doin' that and i'll for sure get us caught."

the thrill of a challenge sparked in your chest, your objective shifting its course to satisfy your pleasure. you knew that you had the upper hand in this moment, and you wanted to see just how long Ace would last before he begged to be inside you. "god you're so easy. don't give it up that fast, pretty boy."

Ace's eyes glimmered with a shocked amusement at the sound of his new nickname. "ha- so you think i'm pretty?" he smirked, his hips still rolling slowly as you worked up and down his length. despite his relaxed tone, you didn't miss the way his knees tensed as his cock swelled, preparing for a sweet release.

"you'd be prettier if you shut up," you teased, tightening your grip ever so slightly around his shaft.

Ace threw his head back as he choked out a laugh, wavy strands of raven hair falling around his eyes perfectly. "yes ma'am."

it wasn't long before Ace caught onto your little ploy, becoming both frustrated and unbelievably aroused every time you teased his leaky tip or lingered a little too long around his sweet spots. his fierce determination to win this battle was painted all over his face, the crease between his bold eyebrows deepening with every groan. truth be told, your hand began to cramp from the slightly awkward angle in which your worked. but the way Ace's jaw tightened as he fought off his orgasm spurred you on, fighting through the mild discomfort.

the sensation of your cunt drooling onto the shelf beneath you sent volts of arousal into your core, your breath hitching as your hips rocked absentmindedly. Ace peered down at you through half-lidded eyes, meeting your ravenous gaze as you continued to work at his cock. he simply couldn't hold it in any longer, game be damned.

"shit, c'mere," he said as he wrapped an arm around your waist, adjusting you so that he would line himself perfectly with your entrance. breathless moans filled the air as he eased his tip into you, your arousal allowing for a smooth entry. Ace knocked your forehead gently into yours, staring at you through his dark lashes as he pushed deeper. your hips rocked simultaneously as you adjusted to his length filling you, your walls clenching with muscle memory.

labored breaths and whispered moans hung heavy in the air, your shared fervor filling the silence. you watched as Ace pumped ferociously into you, a ring of sticky arousal forming around the base of his cock. Ace threw your legs over his shoulders in one smooth motion, allowing him to push further into you. this new angle enabled him to abuse your g-spot just right, the sensation causing your eyes to roam to the back of your head.

"fuck Ace, i'm so close!" you pleaded, fingers clawing desperately at his flexed biceps. Ace, however, was in his own world as he worked further into you, the thought of coming together encouraging him to persevere.

the sound that escaped your throat as he hit the spot was guttural and animalistic. your orgasm rumbled against the walls as you squirmed around him, exhaustion and sex dripping down your bare chest. the harmony of your combined pleasure didn't last long, however, as a stern hand clasped around your mouth. your shocked eyes met Ace's, a glistening finger pressed firmly against his lips in an attempt to silence you. before you could protest that you were safe and that no one was around to hear you, heavy footsteps loomed behind the door. in a moment of shared panic, you pushed Ace off of you and threw your shirt and shorts back on, kicking your ruined panties to the farthest corner. you heard Ace grumble to himself as he adjusted himself in his pants, the sound of knocking drowning out his fussing.

"who's in there?" the voice asked sternly, their words edged with exhaustion. before either of you could answer, the door knob shook violently as the intruder attempted to barge in, investigating the scene of the crime for themselves. the second you heard the voice, your blood went cold because you knew.

Dad.

shit.

shit shit oh my god i'm dead this is how i fucking die—

Whitebeard's voice shifted from mild irritation to discrete calculation, silently weighing his options of attack if things went south, "whoever is in there has two seconds before i tear this door off the hinges."

"ITS JUST ME!" you shout frantically, admittedly too loud as both you and Ace wince at your volume. now it was your turn to silence Ace, cupping a firm hand around his mouth to ensure he wouldn't blow your cover.

"[y/n]? what in god's name are you doing on this side of the ship this late? you should be in bed, young lady." Whitebeard scolded, his irritation seeping into the room like overgrown ivy — pesky and invasive.

you rolled your eyes as you waited for his nagging to subside, pinching Ace's cheek hard when he started to chuckle to himself. "sorry dad, i dropped something in my room and came looking for the broom to sweep it up. i'll be in bed soon, i swear!"

"then what's with all that commotion i heard in there?"

"i bumped into the wall, jeez. is there anything else you wanna interrogate me for?" you snapped, hoping your ill-mannered tone was enough to drive him away. but you and him both knew that he would never tolerate such behavior.

"go to bed before i send you there myself. you know i hate little brats who think they can do as they please around here." Whitebeard scoffed, his voice raising slightly as he became agitated with your antics. your father has always been a reasonable man, but when it comes to respecting his time and energy — which he didn't have much of these days — he meant business. "i'm off to bed, don't let me find out you're causing more trouble for the rest of my crew. goodnight."

you removed your hand from Ace's mouth as your father's heavy footsteps retreated further down the hall. a weight was lifted of your chest as you released a breath you hadn't realized you were holding throughout that entire reaction. a dull thump filled the silence as you banged your head against the door, embarrassment and shame waging a war inside your chest.

sensing your discomfort, Ace wraps himself around you, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder. "hey, you okay?"

Ace's weight surprisingly grounded you, exhaling as you turned to face him, "yeah i'm just a little tired is all thanks to you."

a playful smirk stretched across his face, cupping your cheek before pressing his lips to yours. "you're so needy," he teased, "i gotta get a muzzle for you or somethin' if you're gonna keep that up."

im backkk!!! so sorry for the late update, life has been kicking my ass lately and i haven't really had the motivation/time to write :/ i've also been putting off posting this because i might end up extending the story an extra chapter cause i fucked up the pacing lmfao

i hope you guys enjoy this chapter and i'll try my best to post a little more regularly soon :) i also opened my requests back up! i love hearing your feedback and ideas so feel free to submit them to me!

as this story reaches it's end, i've pocketed away lots and lots of ideas for new one shots and fics so stay tuned for those!

<3 alie

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luffy was the type of kid in kindergarten when they asked what he wanted to be when he grew up he said “McDonalds worker”

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my favorite genre of one piece edit is my favs being edited to any 90’s/early 2000’s rnb oh boy do i go feral

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if this isn’t damning evidence i don’t know what is

your honor, they’re dating.

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longing for pre-timeskip sanji

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sanji stay getting shipped with everyone on the crew omg he’s such a slut

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writing is so fun

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IM DROOLINGKEFNF YESYESYES

cowboy zoro‼️

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man I love yaoi

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so like who got namivivi fic recs because i swear there’s none do i have to step up to plate??

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zosan has completely consumed my entire life at this point if you couldn’t tell already

so here i am back with yet another incredible fic rec!! please, please, please (!!!) if you haven’t already go and read tin lover on AO3. i mean this wholeheartedly and honestly one of the most BEAUTIFUL written pieces of fiction i have ever read. it’s so emotional and raw and real i cannot get enough. it almost feels canon it’s that good. words cannot describe the emotional rollercoaster this fic has been (in the best way possible)

PLEASEEEE GO READ THIS RUN DONT WALK!!!

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so fucking beautiful i’m going to cry

never ever ever getting rid of me