#Portgas ace
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hirakyun13 · 1 day ago
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Couldn’t get drunk Ace out of my mind ever since I read @shy-writer-999 ‘s when they’re drunk headcanon
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tagzpite · 8 months ago
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phoenix kisses
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hunnismokah · 7 months ago
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YAAAH BAZINGA OR WHATEVER
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nyallve · 4 months ago
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who are these guys
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shy-writer-999 · 3 months ago
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Ace gets riled up when you wear skirts
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WARNING: MINORS DNI. THIS IS NSFW CONTENT.
Author's note: Smut - fingering that leads to fucking. ~2.3k words. Ace fingers (afab) reader from behind and then they have sex. Pet names. (o˘◡˘o) (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ I hope you like it!!
Ace gets riled up when you wear skirts
“Hey gorgeous.” Ace leaned down from behind where you were sitting and hummed in your ear. His voice melted like honey and went straight to your heart. You were sitting on the couch scrolling on your phone, relaxing while you had a few free moments.
You smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss… but that wasn’t enough right now. Ace needed more than that. Seeing you sit so cutely on the couch, with your skirt thrown over your thighs, your pretty fingers scrolling through your phone… it awoke something in him.
Your presence could flip the switch in Ace’s mind immediately—he’d go from sweet and smiling to desperate for a crumb of your pleasure. You never knew what you were going to get with him, but recently it had been the latter. He hadn’t been able to keep his hands off you. Every spare moment Ace would pull you into a bathroom and bend you over, pull you into a closet and fuck you standing up, drag you up to the crow’s nest and demand reverse cowgirl in the open air... Skirts made his fantasies more forceful. You could say he had something of a skirt kink, or at least, seeing you in a skirt sent him over the edge. He would imagine pulling the skirt up around your waist and gripping it tight while he fucked you, using it for leverage. He would imagine flipping the skirt over so your ass was exposed to the bare air, pulling the skirt back and spanking your ass so hard it bruised. He would imagine fingering you under the skirt when no one was looking... he had any number of fantasies at one time about you in a skirt.
That's why the sight of you sitting on the couch in your skirt lit a fire in Ace’s core, one that he wouldn’t be able to shake until he had his fill of you.
Ace leaned over you from behind and kissed the top of your head. Surprisingly, he then wrapped his left hand lightly around your throat. You let out a yelp in response. “Ace, what are you doing?”
“I want you.” He rasped in your ear and his free hand crept down the couch, over your chest and stomach to rest on your crotch. His hand lingered on top of the fabric of your skirt. No matter how many times you and Ace were intimate, his closeness made your stomach twist with butterflies. His arms were toned, defined, hard, manly, and his hands, much the same. His thick fingers rested softly on your skirt, sending bolts of electricity straight to your core. His honeyed voice put you at ease, but you could hear the desire and need plainly when he spoke.
Ace palmed your crotch and grinded down through your skirt firmly. You whined and squirmed a bit as friction built on your clit. “Ace, everyone will see.”
“No they won’t, I promise,” Ace whispered sweetly back in your ear. His voice was dripping with desire, sugar-coated, but underlined with a note of desperation. You knew he was about to fuck you senseless.
“Okay, if you say so…” You agreed tentatively, trailing off.
“Put those legs up, honey.” He commanded you charmingly, and you lifted your legs up, propping them on the couch so they were spread wide and your knees were pulled up by your chest.
“Let’s get this out of the way,” Ace murmured in your ear again and picked up the hem of your skirt, pulling it back, exposing your panties. He shifted your skirt up, so it pooled around your waist. You felt exposed and embarrassed, blushing from head to toe. Seeing you in this position, spread open for him, skirt pulled askew, panties uncovered... Ace felt feral.
When he had adjusted your skirt, his fingers came back to rest on your clit over your panties. He tightened the grip on your neck ever so slightly, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips. He was so sweet and yet he could be so rough on you—he’d do the nastiest things to you, all while calling you lovely names and petting your head. You loved how he doted on you and how he was obsessed with you—for Ace, it translated into a desire to make you feel good. He wanted you to be in ecstasy from his touch, wanted you to transcend to new levels of pleasure that you never knew, all because of him. Whenever your face twisted in pleasure it made him as hard as a rock, his cock pulsing in his shorts, pressing on his briefs trying to escape.
Your gasping as he tightened his grip was one of those moments. Even the most muted of sounds of pleasure coming from you made Ace feel like he was one step away from either cumming in his pants or ripping all your clothes off and fucking you. He had to use discipline though, to not get too worked up. Your pleasure was his first priority, of course.
Ace slowly started to rub his fingers in circles around your clit. The fabric of your panties rubbed roughly on your sensitive spot, his fingers dragging the material up and down through your lips. Your wetness started to seep out and saturate the fabric, helping his fingers glide over and work through the barrier to your bare pussy with ease.
“Getting excited already?” He purred into your ear and your stomach twisted again. You were, in fact, getting excited already. Your heartbeat was starting to raise, you were hyperaware of his every move, and you were braced for the pleasure you knew he was going to wrench from your core.
Ace’s fingers trailed upwards, and hooked your panties down. Meanwhile his left hand gave your throat one last squeeze and then wandered to your chest, massaging and kneading your breasts.
At the same time, Ace started kissing your neck, sucking on it lightly, then nibbling on it. You felt electric. He was everywhere at once—on your chest, on your neck, rumbling in your ears, you could smell his shampoo, feel the warmth from his skin as bent over the back of the couch to touch you. His fingers crept into your panties and started toying with your sensitive folds that were becoming increasingly inflamed and red. Wetness oozed out of you, and Ace noticed as he leisurely passed his fingers up, over your clit, pausing and pressing there for a moment, then returning back to dance around your opening.
“Are you ready, princess?” He asked, and when you nodded timidly he inserted his middle finger, slowly pushing it into you as you shuddered around him. It felt amazing because he knew your body so well. Making you feel good was an art form to him. He spoke the language of your pleasure, knew your body inside and out, adjusted his movements to the neediness of your moans and gasps, played with you until you got to the precipice of climax.
As one finger ventured inside you, he could feel your walls constrict. You let out another sweet moan and Ace started to go feral; he could feel himself losing control. He sucked on your neck harshly, squeezed your breasts so hard it hurt, and started to move the finger inside of you up and down, inside and out.
He was reading your pleasure, calculating how to make you feel the best. His finger felt the ridges of your insides, the smooth slipperiness of your slick, your spasms of pleasure; he noticed when your thighs tensed up, when your breaths got shallower and quicker, and when your gasps got even the tiniest bit more needy.
When he saw it appropriate, Ace inserted his ring finger, drawing another groan from your lips. His fingers opened and closed like scissors inside of you, stretching you out for him, getting you ready. He curled his fingers and immediately located your sweet spot. Ace wasted no time pressing, pushing, circling, and bullying your g-spot until your wetness dripped out of your pussy, coating his fingers and hand, seeping down onto the couch and leaving a mess.
“Mmmmm,” Ace hummed as his fingers worked. “Does that feel good?”
Of course it did. Your legs were already trembling. He knew how to bring you to the brink of orgasm in minutes and had no trouble touching you until you were begging for more. His fingers felt magical.
“Ace,” you choked out. “Need you in me—please.”
“I��m sure you do, baby.” He sucked on your neck one more time and pulled his fingers out of you, soaked and slippery.
“Open up, pretty.” Ace politely waited a moment and then shoved his fingers unceremoniously into your mouth, making you suck your own slick off of him. He was so unbelievably turned on. His erection was painfully tight; he needed friction, wanted to fuck you so bad, to cum in you, cum on you, make you feel so good. Ace needed you carnally, beyond imagination—he wanted to fuck you until you couldn’t speak anymore, until you couldn’t walk straight, he wanted to make you beg and moan until your voice went hoarse, he wanted to make you orgasm again and again and again.
When you had sucked his fingers dry, the sweet taste of yourself lingered in your mouth. Ace grabbed your face with his hand pulled it close to him, smashing his lips into yours. You let out a muffled moan as your lips met and Ace felt his dick twinge. He pulled out of the kiss after a minute and rounded the couch so he was now facing you.
He leaned down to grab ahold of your hips. “C’mere.”
Ace picked you up swiftly and effortlessly. It was amazing how strong he was and how much he liked to throw you around like a doll. He treated you delicately, but at the same time he would fuck you hard and carelessly. The dichotomy was perfect for you two—vicious and loving, naughty and nice, both options present at any given time and just as welcomed as the other.
Ace lifted you up and your legs wrapped around him on instinct. The skirt draped unevenly across your ass and bunched up in front of you. The messy look turned Ace on arduously. His strong hands were cupping your ass, and he lined up his cock with your dripping wet cunt. He was losing patience. He needed to be in you immediately, needed to fuck you as soon as possible.
“Ready sweetie?” He looked at your face and saw that it was already contorted in pleasure. He couldn’t wait to fuck you so hard you drooled. He couldn’t wait to hear you moan his name on repeat. He needed to be inside of you now.
You nodded in response, desperate for him.
He wasted no time. Ace pushed the tip of his huge cock into you slowly. It passed through your folds, slippery and red, filling you up centimeters at a time. It was an overwhelming feeling, so sensual and satisfying. You adjusted to his girth and length with each second, constricting around his cock, your body remembering the shape of it. When he bottomed out, he let out a low and long groan. “Fuuuuck, baby.”
Ace started bouncing you on his cock, languidly, steady, and deliberate at first. He wanted to tease you, wanted to see you writhe from it, wanted you to want him so bad you begged. Ace was in control now, just as he liked it. And you were along for the ride, which you knew would end in an orgasm so powerful that you would lose your mind.
As you took his cock, nasty, wet, and sloppy sounds started echoing in the room. The sound of his balls slapping onto your wet ass and pussy rang in your ears. He grunted, rumbled in pleasure, and you could feel it in his chest. Your tits were pressed on him, hands clasped behind his neck, legs wrapped around him, toes curling in pleasure. He had you right where he wanted you, and now he was going to ravage your body like a last meal.
Ace sped up his fucking at a measured pace. He started bouncing you quicker, deeper, thrusting his cock up into you as he bounced you. He was bullying your g-spot, you could feel his dick curve inside of you, painting your walls with precum, gliding in and out, leaving pleasure in its wake. He was stretching you and fucking you into oblivion already. Wetness seeped out of you, down onto his shaft, over his balls, dripping on the floor.
His measured pace was driving you crazy. It wasn’t merely enough. “Accceeeee,” you moaned out. “Harder.”
He complied. His cock hit deep and hard, fucking you senseless. Pleasure hit your g-spot spot in waves. His pace was becoming frenzied, unpredictable, driven on instinct alone.
“Do—you—like—that, princess?” Ace groaned, taking a breath between each furious thrust, pistoning up into your red and inflamed pussy. His cock needed more.
“More,” you meweled out in response. Your words sent his body into overdrive. His grip on your ass bruised, his grunts so loud they overpowered the sloppy wet sounds of him fucking you. His hips bucked and jerked up into you, dragging his cock everywhere inside of you, hitting your g-spot, brushing your cervix, sending pleasure to every nerve ending. You never felt so full before.
“Cum for me,” Ace groaned out, hips bucking, thighs shaking.
As he fucked you closer to orgasm his brow wrinkled and his head was thrown back. All he could focus on was how your body felt, what it needed, and how he could make you feel even better. He was assessing how each muscle moved, how you shifted and sighed into him, how wet you got every time he called you a sweet name. He could tell you were getting closer.
Ace lowered you onto your back on the couch, making sure his cock stayed buried inside of you. He pushed your knees up and held onto you, positioning you into a mating press. You looked up at him and your face was depraved, hungry for his cock, you locked eyes with him. The fucked-out look on your face drove him even crazier.
He was so gorgeous it took your breath away. He was sweaty, his black hair slightly ruffled and damp around the temples, his brows furrowed with focus and pleasure, his freckles just as sweet as ever. His nose crinkled a bit every time he thrusted or called you something sweet. And while he was undeniably fucking you senseless, roughly, and fiercely, his eyes still retained all the love he had for you.
Ace rolled his hips into your cunt, rutting his cock against your walls from a different angle this time. He could get deeper, harder, rougher now that he had the support of the couch under him. He grabbed your hips and pressed into you with such force it took your breath away. This was the deepest he had ever been.
“’M so close baby,” he rasped out and you whined in response.
“Me too,” you were breathless. He was making you feel so good it felt like you were melting. You were starting to lose touch with reality—he was the only thing on your mind, and you were completely present. You forgot about everything else in the world when Ace was fucking you.
“Wanna see you cum on my cock,” he grunted desperately as he thrusted into you again.
You whined as his hips crashed haphazardly into you. You finally started to reach your limit. With one more furious drag of his cock inside of you, Ace pushed you over the edge of climax and waves of pleasure washed over you, mindblowingly ecstatic. Your body convulsed. You pulled him closer to you, moaning his name as your pussy clenched on his dick and you creamed on his cock. The pleasure he brought you with each orgasm was other-worldly. You never knew such a thing was possible until you met him, and every day that you spent near him you craved it more and more.
Ace could feel your walls pulsing and shuttering around his girth with your orgasm, and your pleasure drove him crazy. As you moaned his name again and again, Ace watched your face curl into an expression of bliss. You were doing precisely what he wanted—orgasming so hard and so sweetly that you felt like you left reality. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your panting drove him further into ferociously fucking you through your orgasm.
“’M cumming—” he groaned out, thrusting into you fitfully for one final moment, just barely overstimulating your sensitive insides. You shuddered and he groaned again, deeply and needily in response as he went over the edge. He shot sticky white ropes inside of you, so much that it started trickling out of you, a milky pool at the base of his cock. His orgasm was just as euphoric as yours. After teasing himself and holding out for so long, when he let himself fuck you without regard for anything else he allowed himself to dissolve into pleasure completely. He felt like he was floating each time your velvet walls squeezed him, felt like he was going to levitate every time you moaned his name. Cumming so hard from your pleasure left him in the purest euphoria.
You went limp and Ace collapsed on your chest. After a moment of silence, after feeling the warmth and sweat of your bodies pressing on each other, Ace looked up at you. His cock was still inside.
“Fuck,” he panted out. You hummed in response, and he pulled you in for a clumsy kiss. He could feel your walls still shuddering from orgasm just slightly, returning back to normal, still accommodating his girth, leaking a mix of both of your cum from your pussy.
“That was so good, baby,” he said at the same time as pressing his lips onto yours, speaking into your mouth as your lips met. His tongue ventured into your mouth, barely swirling your own, as he sucked slightly and bit your lip. You let out one more moan for him, as you felt his cock twinge one last time.
He pulled out of the kiss at the same time as pulling out of you. You’d never get used to the feeling of emptiness after Ace had just filled you up and fucked you into oblivion. You pulled him into one last long kiss, staving off the moment when you would have to disentangle your bodies and put your clothes back on.
“Let’s go get you cleaned up, pretty girl.” Ace kissed your forehead again and scooped you up in his arms. He would deal with the noticeable stain on the couch later.
♡(>ᴗ•) ( ̄ω ̄;) (っಠ‿ಠ)っ
That is all for now, I hope you liked it!! Thank u so much for reading and if you got this far i appreciate you so much (//▽//)
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officialmiintee · 7 months ago
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did one for the ASL bros too !
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galamalion · 1 year ago
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꒰ა໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ace in the bedroom﹕
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ace is ungodly horny.
at least twice a day he'll not-so-subtly proposition you for a quickie, or maybe he'll just start the morning by grinding his hard cock between your soft thighs.
he'll never pass down on eating you out, absolutely devouring your poor cunt until you're crying and and pulling on his dark locks.
ace loves fingering your cunt, absolutely adoring the wet sounds his fingers make as he goes in and out and in and out and in—
the constant whining from ace would be unbearable if you were still cognizant, but you're way too overstimulated to hear all of his moans, telling you how tight and wet you are, how good you feel, how badly he needs to paint your walls with his cum.
the constant thrusting and slapping goes on for hours as ace unloads himself into you, like he hasn't had sex in years. and his stamina never seems to stop, only begging you for just one more round. oh? he said that last time? he swears to you that this is for sure the last round.
your legs may be numb after ace finally finishes, but his love for you (and guilt) is so strong that he'll take action and clean you up, anything you need he will fight tooth and nail to bring it to you (he will 100% fight thatch to get you that cake.)
ace thinks with his dick, but you have a special place in his heart.
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portgasdwrld · 7 months ago
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☆ I just need more..
◦ them reacting to you begging for more
◦ featuring: Ace, Zoro
◦ warning: NSFW content, GN!reader, might implied f!reader
Zoro
He didn’t particularly thought he was one to be into begging in bed
Just didn’t have much experience as he was (and still is) always very focused on perfecting his art and be the best swordsman
Did he like when an enemy was so destabilized by his strength that they would start begging for their life..? Kind of..it surely did boost his ego and self confidence
But he didn’t know he would love it so much when he heard you whimper and plead him to fuck you into an even crazier mess that you already were.
“please Zoro, im so close..mhm please harder baby”
You mumbled between your lips for another time as your eyes were pressed together by the pleasure he was giving you. He couldn’t help but smirk and stop for a moment (being the little shit he is)
“What is it? Am I not fucking you hard enough?”
He asked with a teasing smile as his mouth wrapped around one of your nipple.
“Zoro, please, please-”
He gave a sharp thrust cutting your pleading off with a moan. He sat up and looked down at you.
“On all four sweetheart”
You lazily turned on your stomach with his help and he was quick to slip his dick back inside, not wasting any more time to fuck you harder, rougher, quicker. You were a screaming mess, shaking from your orgasm as he kept going searching for his own release.
That night, he discovered he was more deeply into begging that he thought he was🏃🏻‍♀️
Ace
Oh he absolutely loves it, his dick is twitching and his thoughts are completely blurred by this new feeling
He feels taken back at first, but when he processes your words, he’s really loving the idea of not holding back and giving it to you strong
You begging for him, to give you more? It just switches something inside of him. The sweet, gentle boyfriend is gone and you have the hot cocky commander of the Whitebeard pirates on top of you
He’s smirking looking down at you with a blush on his freckled cheeks.
« You sure you can handle it ? »
He teases with a side head tilt, making his hair dance slightly in front of his face. He chuckles as he bends down so your faces are only inches apart from each other. His breath is brushing your lips as the eye contact you two hold is heavy.
« You’re quiet now, humm? Come on baby, use your pretty mouth »
You smile back and wrap your arms around his neck bringing him in for a kiss. He pulls out after you two become breathless, he’s panting while his dark eyes observe you.
« Fuck me harder Ace, I don’t even want to remember my name »
You whisper as your boyfriend slowly smile and slap your ass with his hand. He straighten his back and push back his hair.
« That’s my baby»
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mooneln0ne · 1 year ago
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hey....
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livelaughloveluffy · 1 month ago
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being with portgas d. ace
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a/n: surprise surprise!!! here's an ace version!! i can't NOT write about ace, my beloved 😭😭😭 this man has my heart and i miss him dearly 😭 i had way too much fun with this one (no joke, i probably wrote this in under 15 minutes 💀); smutty if you squint.
nothing but fluff here 💗
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- ace, who made his interest in you known the second he felt it. he's the type of guy who doesn't bother being coy about his feelings, because he wants to leave zero room for you to doubt what he's saying.
- he's insanely attentive to your needs, it genuinely surprises you, not because you would expect him not to be, but because you can't decipher how he possibly has the time to notice all the tiny clues you're feeling a bit off. 90% of the time he's there with a solution to your problem before you even noticed there was one.
- this man loves pda, there isn't a second that the two of you are together where he doesn't have one or both of his hands on you. he makes a point to always give you a couple of kisses before leaving you, regardless of whose around to see it. but his personal favorite type of pda is having you sit on his lap, he always offers up his lap before a chair when you have to sit pretty much anywhere, he just loves pulling you in close, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, leaving the occasional kiss or two on your neck from time to time
- who will do anything to get a little smile out of you, and is constantly making sure you are never without a smile for too long, if you are he's instantly there doing whatever it takes to make it happen
- ace, who in public is confident and sure of himself, but the second you two are alone he's constantly desperate for words of affirmation and reassurance. "i'm yours, right?" he'll mumble into your neck as he's laying on top of you, legs straddling your hips "yes ace, you're all mine." you'll reply, stroking your hair with your hand and he'll only fall asleep as you murmur "all mine" in his ear over and over again.
oh how i dream of being loved by and loving portgas d ace......
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a/n: ugh i ADORE this man, i'd do anything anything to have him 😭😭😭😭 enjoyed this fic? here's my masterlist!!
a/n: @captainportgasdace sorry to tag, but the second i wrote this i thought of you 😭😭
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mightbebobbie · 1 year ago
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drawtober day 10: ace, based loosely on the ghost rider 🧡
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latanyalove · 5 months ago
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Portgas D Ace - How He Flirts
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Pairing: Ace x Y/N
Content: Jealousy, misunderstandings, light angst, hurt/comfort
A/n: I might have rushed this because I wanted this out before the year was over. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing this! <3
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- Portgas D. Ace is known for his charming and flirtatious nature.
- He has a way of making women feel desired and captivated.
- Ace's flirting style is unique, characterized by his confident and playful nature.
- He often uses eye contact to establish a strong connection with his targets.
- Ace is known for his witty banter and clever pick-up lines.
- He knows how to tease and make women laugh, creating an intimate atmosphere.
- Ace is skilled at reading body language and uses it to gauge a woman's interest.
- He often compliments women on their beauty, intelligence, or accomplishments.
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You were in the club with the rest of the Whitebeard Pirates, enjoying the music and dancing the night away. They were all in high spirits, celebrating their recent victories and looking forward to the future.
You had been sitting with Marco, sipping on your drinks, as you watched the Fireboy move from one group of ladies to the next with ease. His smooth talking and charm had the entire club captivated.
Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy in your chest as you watched him. He had a way of making everyone feel special, but you wished he would have given you some of his attention instead.
You wanted to be the one he was talking to, the one he was giving his attention to.
"You know if you keep looking him like that, then he might actually notice,"
You jumped, looking over to where the voice came from to see Marco glancing at you with a mischievous smile on his face.
"What are you talking about?" you said, trying to hide the light blush that had started to spread across your cheeks.
Marco chuckled and took a sip from his drink. "You know what I'm talking about," he said. "Just don't be too obvious about it. If you play your cards right, he might take the hint."
"I'm not sure if I'm ready for that," I said, shaking my head. "I mean, I don't even know if he would be interested in me. I don't want to put myself out there and make a fool of myself."
Marco smiled and said, "You might be surprised. You never know until you try. And there's no harm in expressing your interest."
You nodded, glancing at Ace one more time before turning your gaze away, your heart fluttering nervously. You took a deep breath and made a silent wish that maybe, just maybe, he would notice you. . . .
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You were laughing and chatting with your new drinking buddies, enjoying the music and the atmosphere.
You felt free and at peace, and you couldn't help but smile as you watched everyone around you having the time of their lives.
You had forgotten all about Ace and were just living in the moment.
That was until you felt someone grab your hand.
"Excuse me, miss," the old man said with a lecherous grin. "You look like you could use some company. How about you and I have a little private dance?"
You quickly pulled your hand away, disgusted by his advances. "No thank you,"
"Why not?" He persisted.
"I have a boyfriend," you lied, hoping it would deter him.
But instead of backing off, the old man chuckled and replied, "Oh, is that so? Well, where is he then? I don't see him anywhere."
"I'm right here," he said, a voice filled with protectiveness. You turned around to see Ace standing there with a serious expression. The old man's grin faded as he realized he had crossed a line, and he quickly made his exit.
Ace, fully turned towards you, looked at you with concern and asked, "Are you okay?"
Ace's eyes softened as he gently touched the place where the man had grabbed you, his touch sending a wave of warmth through your body.
Y/N, don't fall for him even more. He does this to every woman in need of saving.
You're not special.
Without saying a word, you ran away from him, your heart pounding in your chest. You sprinted through the crowded streets, desperate to put as much distance between you and Ace as possible.
It wasn't until you stopped to catch your breath that you realized you had no idea where you had ended up.
As you stood there, panting and disoriented, you felt the first droplets of rain hit your face. Within seconds, the light drizzle turned into a heavy downpour, soaking you to the bone.
The rain poured down on you, mixing with your tears, you couldn't help but let out a sob. The combination of the physical and emotional pain became too overwhelming to bear, and you found yourself breaking down in the middle of the unfamiliar street.
"Y/N! Y/N!"
You jumped at the voice of Ace, shocked at how he had followed you all the way.
Dreading the look on his face, you still turned around to see Ace standing there, rain-soaked and concerned. His eyes searched yours, filled with worry and regret.
"Y/N?" he said softer, his voice filled with genuine concern and regret.
"Why did you follow me all the way here?" You asked.
"I couldn't just let you run off like that," Ace replied, his voice laced with sincerity. "I care about you, Y/N. I wanted to make sure you're okay."
"Is that what you say to every woman in need?" You blurted out, your voice filled with anger and hurt.
Ace's shocked expression quickly turned into one of remorse as he realized the impact of his actions.
"No, Y/N," he said earnestly, his voice filled with regret.
You couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment and betrayal, even though you two weren't even dating. The realization that Ace's protective nature might be more of a habit than a genuine emotion made you question the authenticity of his actions towards you.
You decided that since you weren't going to have a chance with him, you might as well tell him.
"Ace, I've liked you for a while and I know-" You started, your eyes fixated on the muddy floor.
You didn't hear his footsteps, but suddenly your face was raised up by Ace's gentle touch. His hand cupped your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his eyes.
Your heart skipped a beat as you noticed the proximity between your faces, the warmth of his hand against your skin. Despite the closeness, there was still a hint of uncertainty lingering in the space between you, as if both of you were waiting for the other to make a move.
"Can I kiss you?"
You nodded, a mix of nervousness and anticipation flooding your senses. Without wasting any time, Ace closed the distance between you and pressed his lips against yours, the taste of rain and longing intertwining in the kiss.
It was a moment filled with both vulnerability and a glimmer of hope, as if the downpour had washed away the doubts and fears that had kept you apart for so long.
When the both of us broke away from each other, Ace started speaking.
"I like you too Y/N, I- I was just scared of how you would react if I confessed,"
"Scared?" You would never think the Fire Fist Ace was scared of anything.
"Yes, I mean who would Iike a monster like me in the first place?"
"Me," You interrupted, "I mean not the monster part because you're not a monster-"
A quick kiss shut you up immediately.
You started to pout, "You need to stop interrupting me when I'm talking,"
"But it's so nice to kiss you, I can't stop," He admitted shamelessly, his cheeks blushing immensely.
You laughed at his bad flirting skills.
"H- Hey! It's not funny!" He pouted.
At moment, you realised that you were special to him. He blushed when he flirted with you, he stuttered when he is with you and loves you more than those girls in the bar. . . .
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"So you're telling me that you were jealous of the girls in the bar?" Ace teased you with his famous grin as he leaned against you.
"Well yeah," You mumbled, crossing your arms in embarrassment. Maybe you did slightly overreact.
Ace then hugged your side, winking. "I'm sorry for making you jealous, let me treat you tonight,"
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tagzpite · 8 months ago
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snork mimiimi
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hunnismokah · 7 months ago
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luffy’s still hungry.. poor guy
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rara-is-trying-art · 1 year ago
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AceSan is very sweet to me, If only because Sanji would be a flustered mess and I like to make that man uncomfortable with his identity
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Summary: Ace’s fingers are sturdy, thick, rough, and dazzlingly accessible. When he realizes how you feel about them, will he ever let you live it down? ~1.9k words.
CW: SMUT! Afab reader, gendered pet names (“princess”), body worship, fingering, and praise.
MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.
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Ace caught you staring at his hand one day when the two of you were killing time on deck.
“What’s wrong sweetheart? What are you looking at?” He picked up the hand in question and brought it to his face, inspecting for whatever it could be that made your eyes stick there. Maybe a bug?
“Nothing’s wrong. I was just... looking.” Your blushed and immediately averted your eyes. He quickly realized that you were admiring his hands.
“Oh?” That classic, cheeky grin crept over his lips. “You like what you see?”
“Shut up.” You were crimson now. Was it that easy to read you?
“What? C’mon.” Ace poked you playfully in the side.
“Nothing. Your hands are nice. That’s all.” You tried to dismiss his wheedling curiosity, but Ace’s cocky grin got cockier.
“Oooh. I see. What about ‘em?”
“God, are you really going to make me say it?” You rolled your eyes and he nodded. He loved it when you complimented him, and he was shameless about it. “They’re nice, Ace. That’s all.”
“What about my fingers?” He tilted his head, and his expression was cocky and knowing, but still sweet.
Your mouth went dry. His ability to read you was uncanny and, honestly, a bit concerning. Your eyes darted down to the alluring fingers in question. Sturdy, gorgeous, long, veiny… fuck.
His gaze tracked yours and he could tell exactly what you were thinking.
You tried to answer like you were unbothered by the teasing, like you weren’t flustered, but you failed. “Your fingers are nice, too. Now can we drop the subject? Please, Ace.”
Ace laughed and didn’t say anything more about it. He knew you were shy about this sort of stuff in front of other people. You still flushed with embarrassment, unsure how much of that interaction was overheard by the crew, given that multiple people were within a ten-foot radius… but Marco definitely heard, because he snickered. He was going to be annoying about it later, you could already tell.
Ace loved to tease you. He thought it was endearing and darling whenever you got flustered—it was just too easy to make you blush, and you looked too good blushing to hold back.
Later that night, you were sitting around a table with a sizable group for dinner. Ace sat across from you, flashing his warm, dark eyes and knocking his thigh against yours under the table. “C’mon, pretty. Let’s go.”
You rose from the table and followed Ace to his cabin, like you usually did after you finished your evening meal. You could tell that he was ready and roaring to go because he was barely trying to conceal his erection when he got up from the table. It escaped everyone else’s attention, although he certainly wasn’t being sly about it.
Ace led you down the hallway by your hand. When you finally got to his cabin, he closed and locked the door, then pinned you to the wall and showered you in kisses. His lips were eager and passionate, hands roaming every part of your body they could access.
“Now what did you like about my hands and fingers earlier, baby?” He pulled away and held his face centimeters away from yours. “I’m curious. Please?”
“Fuck, Ace. They’re just nice and big.” You squeaked out the last couple words because his hands squeezed your ass roughly.
“Oh yeah?” Ace smiled and his nose scrunched up. Those freckles could melt your heart even when you were in the worst (or most bashful) of moods. “Why didn’t you say that earlier, pumpkin?”
“Embarrassed,” you let out a whimper as one of his hands squeezed one of your breasts so hard it hurt.
“No need to be embarrassed, beautiful. Now let’s get these off.”
Ace helped you out of your clothes until you were standing in front of him naked. He was fully clothed still, and you felt a little self-conscious, but you quickly realized what he was after.
He began to pass his hands from your wrists up to your shoulders, paying close attention to where he touched and how softly. Goosebumps raised on your skin, trailing after his delicate caresses.
Ace felt every inch of you, eyes glued to where his palms met your skin. The admiration was reciprocal—you looked down at where his large veiny hands touched you, and he was entranced by how soft and supple your skin was under his rough, long fingers.
It’s like he was worshipping you. He took his time, going slowly from your shoulders, sliding his fingers up your neck, down your clavicles, spending a few moments feeling your breasts, creeping down your ribs… He worked your whole body sensually, drinking in every inch of your skin, all the way down to your ankles.
You caught yourself holding your breath and had to manually inhale and exhale for a moment. You were too wrapped up in him—the way he was so, so focused, the way his rich, dark hair and freckles shifted as he petted you carefully and slowly.
It was making you aroused, yes, but also you were just in awe of this man who was treating you like something holy and invaluable.
His fingers traced aimlessly for many minutes as he worshipped your skin. When they finally ceased, he had one hand on your cheek.
He swiped the finger pad of his thumb over your bottom lip and gave you a soft kiss. “You really like my fingers that much, sugar?”
You nodded shyly again, and he smiled. “Open up.”
You weren’t sure what he was getting at, but as you opened your mouth, Ace slid his middle and ring finger onto your tongue. Instinctively, you closed your lips around his fingers and started to suck.
He groaned. “Fuck, that’s it.”
His erection was straining against his shorts, pressing onto your naked skin as you sucked his fingers and made eye contact with him. When you increased the suction and made your cheeks hollow, the tent in his shorts twitched.
He gently pulled his fingers out of your mouth and they crept downwards to rest on your core. You were already immensely turned on, sopping wet and throbbing with need.
“What do you want me to do with my fingers, princess?” Ace’s voice was honey-coated, smooth, and dripping with lust.
“Inside, Ace,” you whimpered. “Put them inside.”
“You want me to finger fuck you?” He purred and pressed his already-wet middle and ring fingers into the sticky valley between your thighs, mixing your own saliva with your arousal.
You hummed in affirmation, and he hooked his fingers up through your folds, entering you as you whined quietly.
Ace’s fingers felt thick inside of you. They always felt thick, but it was emphasized by the fact that you’d been dreaming of this particular moment all day. Pressed inside of you, his digits were remarkably stocky, broad, and rough. Ace removed his free hand from where it was still resting on your cheek and brought it down to palm at his cock.
You were starting to ooze slick on his fingers already, gushing as he curled his fingers and explored your aching core.
“Ace, fuck, that feels so good,” you moaned quietly and his cock jumped. He grinded his palm over it harder, letting out his own gasp of pleasure at the sensation.
“Does it, baby?” He cooed, staring down at where his fingers wiggled and disappeared into you. “You like my fingers that much, sweetheart? Why don’t you fuck yourself with ‘em? Find that soft spot of yours and make yourself feel good.”
Ace held still, prompting a desperate sound to escape your lips. Without a second thought, you began to rock back and forth, forcing his fingers deeper inside of you and dragging them back out, angling your hips over them until you pressed his fingertips onto your g-spot. As you rolled onto his fingers greedily and your moans got louder, your thighs started to shake.
“God, you’re hot. Needy little pussy, so tight and wet for me.” Ace’s voice was low and gravelly as he took his cock out of his shorts and started to stroke himself slowly. “Keep going, gorgeous.”
You grinded on his fingertips, pressing on your own hot spot repeatedly until you were arching your back and screwing your eyes shut in pleasure.
“More, Ace, fuck,” you whined. “Need more.”
“Awh, do you?”
Ace’s hand left his leaking cock, and he brought his thumb to draw lazy circles over your clit. Your hips bucked, disrupting the rhythm you had built while got yourself off.
“Falling apart, sweet thing? Tell me what you like about them again. It sounds so pretty coming out of your mouth.”
You almost couldn’t focus enough to talk. Every time his thumb grazed your sensitive bud, your hips jerked forward.
“B-big,” you moaned desperately, and the sound went straight to his cock. “They’re so b-big and—fuck, Ace—so big and rough. Feels good.”
“There we go, angel. Good job using your words. You look so lovely when you’re fucked out like this.”
“Ace, more,” you begged him with lust-crazed eyes. “Want you.”
He obliged, leaning over you with his fingers still inside your cunt and rubbing on your clit. He latched his lips around one of your nipples as you writhed on him. He sucked lightly, swirling his tongue and biting delicately—you were reeling in ecstasy.
“Ace—fuck, I’m close.”
Usually, he made you wait a while to orgasm. He would edge and tease you until you were on the verge of tears. But today he was so worked up that he was going to let you cum right off the bat—it was one step closer to putting his cock in you. He was counting down the seconds.
He curled his fingers again, taking the lead. He started to press on your g-spot rhythmically, indulging you farther by pulsing heat in your cunt with his devil fruit powers. It felt so good that almost started crying in pleasure. It took everything in you not to topple over from your shaking legs and crumple on him.
Ace groaned with satisfaction and want as you squirmed from his touch. Precum seeped over the head of his inflamed cock and dripped in slow rivulets down his length. “Mmmm, keep going. Cum on my fingers. Then I’ll stuff my cock in you. You want that?”
You nodded, and at the same time, Ace started to scissor his fingers curl them faster. “Fuck, Ace, fuck, fuck, ‘m cumming I’m—fuckkkk.”
You hit your breaking point, spasming in euphoric bliss as you came on Ace’s fingers.
“Does it feel good? Look at me.”
You struggled to even open your eyes, and his wrist kept moving. It was almost too much, but you kept riding the blistering wave of your orgasm on his fingertips, drawing your climax out and shaking with every second. “F-feels so good, Ace.”
When he finally pulled his fingers out of you, he sucked them clean and pulled you by your hand to the bed.
“Ok beautiful, c’mere. Let me do all the work.”
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😐😐🤒 i need his fingers in me stat or im going to start screaming in the streets and biting people. idk. something drastic 🥴😇 feeling unhinged today! ⸜( *ˊᵕˋ* )⸝
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