#fire first ace

[mochiajclayne]

silently staring at the void blackbeard literally hurt two people close to luffy, starting with ace. using him as a pawn to secure the warlord position just so he can invade impel down and recruit the level six prisoners as his crew. led to the paramount war that marked a significant change in the great pirate era at the cost of ace and whitebeard's life. taunting luffy even in impel down that he was responsible for it. luffy going through the grief of losing a brother and realizing that he's still too weak to protect anyone.

next, blackbeard attacked law for the road poneglyphs. law, the pirate surgeon that physically put luffy's heart together after akainu's fist burned through his chest. the person who isn't part of the strawhats yet luffy called nakama way back in dressrosa. the one who witnessed and heard luffy's heartbreaking scream in amazon lily as soon as he woke up after the war. those two bonded through shared understanding of grief, having to witness their respective moments of weakness and vulnerability. small chances of seeing luffy's reaction in canon but I hope he'll punch blackbeard so hard.

[yayakoishii]

sleep it off | Ace x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x GN! Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre/Tags: Fluff, Light Angst, Slight NSFW at the start and end, Suggestive, Established Relationship, kinda crack/silly

Summary: Ace falls asleep in the middle of your first time having sex together.

A/n: I have had this idea for a while but, there were multiple factors I had to consider before I wrote it. So, fair warning, I have no clue how actual narcolepsy works. It would be best if you read this as a silly fic based on his gag. Secondly, I have never written sex or sex adjacent scenes so, really sorry if this is awkward ;-; Other than that, I hope you enjoy reading this !!

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"You better fuck me hard, commander," you whispered into Ace's ear. His grip under your thighs tightened at the words and he lightly growled, holding you even closer against him. You tightened your arms around his neck when he started walking back to his room with you in his arms. "Fuck, Ace, that's…"

You trailed off, cheeks burning at how hot it was that Ace could pick you up like you weighed nothing. Like yes, you knew he had to be crazy strong considering he's the second division commander, but having him actually pick you up was enough to give you butterflies in the stomach. Even the wolf whistles and jeers behind you only fuelled to make you flush harder, the arousal pooling in your gut.

Ace slammed the door shut with his foot when you finally reached and up close, you could make out his pupils dilated with lust as he gently placed you on the bed. You crawled backwards to give him space and Ace immediately hovered over you on all fours, trapping you underneath him.

"You don't know how long I've waited to have you underneath me like this," he looked equally flushed. In fact, Ace's eyes seemed to have a quality to them that said that he couldn't quite believe he actually had you.

"Mm, I think I have an idea," you teased him, hand reaching up to card through the bottom most hair.

"You will be the death of me," he groaned and sat up, straddling your waist just so that his weight wasn't on you. "Don't you think it's unfair that I'm the only one who's half naked here?"

"You're always half naked, though?" You laughed even as you removed the form fitting top you had worn solely for the purpose of enticing Ace into having sex with you. "Not that I'm complaining. It's just my luck that I get blessed by the sight of your abs every day without having to do anything for it."

"Returning the favour every now and then seems like a fair deal," Ace's eyes were trained on your body intensely. It made you squirm and blush harder but you focused on throwing your shirt over to the chair a distance away. (You missed but that was a problem for later, right?) "God, you are beautiful."

Without waiting for a response (not that you had one other than to feel pleased at his words), Ace dived right at your neck, pressing open, wet kisses at the juncture of your neck and shoulders. Every part of him was so much warmer and hotter than you expected and it felt like his lips were leaving a trail of fire. You keened at the feeling, back arching as he marked the way down to your chest and over the nipples.

"Ace–" you exhaled shakily, fingers automatically tightening in his hair. He went lower and lower, down your stomach and then suddenly, you felt him drop on top of you. His weight trapped your legs, his face poking into your stomach. The sudden sensation startled you and you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at Ace. "Ace?"

To your surprise, he had fallen asleep. Of course, you were aware of Ace's sudden bouts of sleep and found them endearing at times, but right now, you could only stare at his calm, sleeping face for all of two seconds before you burst into giggles.

He really fell asleep in the middle of your first time. You smiled softly at him as you scrambled to pull him up and settled him beside you in his bed. Although someone else might have been upset, you were too in love with this fiery idiot to not find it cute and hilarious. You gently pressed a kiss on top of his forehead and leaned over to turn off the light after you put on your shirt.

Curling up next to Ace's warm body, you fell asleep.

•

When you woke up, the bed was empty. It was just you and the crumpled up sheets that you had thrown off yourself after Ace made you sweat all night with his insanely high body heat. You sleepily sat up and looked around but it looked like Ace had already left.

He was a division commander, so he was busy a lot of the time. You didn't think too much about it and trudged back to your room and freshened up with a nice bath. It was normal to even miss him at breakfasts sometimes so you didn't realise until half the day had passed that Ace was avoiding you.

Unbeknownst to you, Ace had woken up and remembered what happened last night. He was mortified and embarrassed and didn't know how to face you after that. He fell asleep in the middle of sex?!! How could he have fallen asleep in the middle of the one thing he had wanted to do so desperately for months now? And you had even gone all out yesterday, dressing to seduce him (not that you needed it, but it sure had helped speed things up) so for him to fall asleep like that… You must be so upset with him!

Ace just ran out and started on his work, avoiding everyone else as much as he could. The other commanders were giving him suggestive looks or asking him how it was and all Ace could stammer out were nervous lies. There was no way he could let anyone find out what had actually happened. They would never let him live it down.

Of course, he already knew that he couldn't hide it forever. After all, you were definitely upset with him and might even break-up with him and then everyone would know what had happened the night before. And then Ace would have to jump off the Moby Dick in mortification and also as an apology to you.

"You're not being very subtle," Marco's comment made Ace freeze. The two of them were currently going through some data compiled by the recent investigation team. Outside, the sun was starting to dip beneath the horizon. "Did something happen with (y/n)?"

"Uh, no, why would you think that?" Ace didn't think he was this bad at lying. Maybe he was just terrible when it came to things related to you. Even he knew that his nervous smile at Marco wasn't convincing anyone, not even himself.

"Avoiding your lover after you finally have sex with them, for one," Marco said pointedly without looking up, "is a sure sign that something's not right. What is it? Was it bad? Did you have a fight?"

"I kinda wish it was that," Ace admitted, giving up on the papers in front of him and also on trying to hide what happened. Marco could see through him a bit too much.

"That bad?" Marco finally looked up with a raised eyebrow. "I'm curious what could make you say that but, regardless of whether you want to tell me or not, I'd say you better figure it out soon. (Y/n) is looking really upset, you know."

"I…" Ace sighed and buried his face in his hands. You were the best thing to happen to him. He had liked you for so, so long and when you accepted his confession (that had been a complete disaster too, what with a bar set on fire, his bloody knuckles and the bloody tooth you had found in your hair), it had felt a lot like a dream. You liked him back too and said yes even though he fucked up the confession. But now he had gone and fucked up again. You deserved better than all this, right? "I need to fix this. But I don't know if I can, or how to even."

"You could start by apologising for whatever you did wrong," Marco suggested.

"How do you know it was my mistake?" Ace pouted. Marco just smiled in amusement as he looked back to his papers again.

"Doesn't take a genius to figure out it wasn't (y/n)," he answered. "An apology and your honest feelings would help. I don't know anyone who would accept and forgive you as easily and quickly as (y/n) does."

Ace sat there in silence for a few seconds, thinking over the words. You deserved better, yes, but all that meant was that he had to better himself. It's not like he would just give you up. After all that time he had spent on trying to get you to like him back, he sure as hell wasn't giving you up without fighting for it. He would beg on his knees if that's what you needed, but he would get you to stay.

"Um, Marco?" Your voice startled Ace and his head snapped towards the door where you were standing nervously. "Could I borrow Ace for a few minutes?"

"Of course," the first division commander flashed you an easy smile. "Just make sure he comes back. He still has quite a bit to finish."

"I'll do it," Ace grumbled as he got up. You had come to him. You had made the first move. A part of him was sure that you were going to suggest a break-up but he told himself that he was jumping to conclusions. You wouldn't do that… right? "Let's go to my room to talk?"

"I was going to suggest that," you smiled weakly at Ace. The two of you walked in awkward silence; it was so unnatural and Ace hated it. Your relationship stood on the basis of your friendship and the ease with which you treated each other.

Once inside the room, Ace closed the door behind him and gestured for you to sit on his bed. You did so and Ace settled down next to you. Silence rang in the room for a few more seconds.

"Did–"

"Are–"

The two of you abruptly cut-off.

"You go first," Ace said hurriedly. You worried your lower lip between your teeth before you spoke again.

"Did I do something wrong?" Your voice was small. Ace had never heard you speak in such an unsure manner. You were fidgeting, playing with your fingers nervously. "You've been avoiding me all day, Ace…"

"I'm…!" Ace reddened in embarrassment. Rubbing the back of his neck, he turned to face you properly before he spoke. "I'm the one who made a mistake. I have been avoiding you out of embarrassment but, you deserve better than that. You deserve a proper apology for last night–"

"Apology?" You were confused. "For last night?"

"Yeah, I," Ace was confused by your confusion. Weren't you upset with him?

"There's nothing you need to apologise for last night, though?" You tilted your head in question. "An apology for avoiding me today would make sense but… why are you apologising for yesterday?"

"Aren't… you upset?" Ace flushed, looking down at his own lap. "That I fell asleep in the middle of our… y'know."

There was silence for a few seconds before you burst out laughing. Ace looked up in surprise, finding you laughing through watery eyes.

"You thought I was upset about that?" You were giggling and Ace didn't really understand it but it didn't look like you were upset about it. "Here I was, worried that I did something wrong and that you didn't want me anymore and you were avoiding me because you thought I was upset you fell asleep?"

"So, you aren't upset?" Ace asked, bewildered at your reaction. You beamed at him and shook your head then folded up your legs to inch closer to him. You straddled him and sat yourself on his lap and Ace automatically wrapped his arms around you so that you wouldn't fall.

"Why would I be upset, silly?" You smiled at him, eyes soft and full of love. "I admit that it was shocking but it honestly just made me laugh. It was unexpected but it's nothing so bad that you need to hide from me, Portgas D. Ace. I knew what I was signing up for when we started dating. Honestly, I'm just glad you fall asleep in moments like these instead of on the battlefield."

"Hey!" Ace weakly protested but it died down the moment you cupped his cheeks in your palms and kissed the tip of his nose. You were smiling so happily at him and suddenly, all his embarrassment and mortification from before felt silly. "Does this mean I get a second chance to prove myself?"

"I wouldn't be against a redo of last night," you trailed a finger down his chest as you spoke, "but don't you have some work to finish, commander–oof!"

Ace didn't wait to hear you finish speaking before he toppled you onto your back, his frame hovering over yours just like last night. You didn't resist and pulled him in for a kiss. Only after a few minutes of making out did you look up at him slyly, flush and with spit-slicked cherry red lips.

"I guess it can wait for later, hm?"

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[thisisallthehattersfault]

One Piece Omegaverse with Omega Ace would be so, so good if only for the distress all the Whitebeards would be in when he first starts attacking their captain.

This little (comparatively to all these huge ass pirates) omega who reeks like anger and anxiety and stress and -- worst of all -- like loneliness. It isn't that he's unmated, it's that he's unmarked. He doesn't have a pack-scent. There is a faint whiff of some other smell on him, something like sea salt and sunflowers sunk deep enough into his skin to know that at least he's connected with someone, but the bitter, cloying stench of unbonded, unmarked, unclaimed, lone omega has two thirds of the Whitebeard crew damn near climbing the walls with the urge to get this kid to a safe place and pile him with food and nesting supplies and make soothing noises at him until his scent goes pleased-safe-happy and the tension bleeds from his shoulders.

Instead, Whitebeard accepts the kid's challenge and then FLINGS HIM OFF THE SHIP.

The crew is all like god Pops please at least stop yeeting him into the abyss think of our blood pressure we can't take this and Whitebeard, also an Omega, is like "Skill issue" and backhands Ace overboard again.

By pure coincidence most of the omegas onboard happen to be mostly older and veteran pirates, they're pop's nurses, they can tell this kid is not ready to join the pack and god knows none of them would ever let some overbearing alphas and betas convince them to stay somewhere they didn't want to, so while everybody else is tearing their hair out because POPS PLEASE LOOK AT HIM HE'S JUST A BABY HE'S SO SAD AND LONELY AND SOPPING WET Whitebeard and the other omegas on board are like lol. Lmao, even. Get good or get dunked.

plz picture all of the non-omega crew members going crazy with all kinds of instincts and damn near staging a mutiny because pops keeps hurting the sad damp kitten. Ace, of course, sees all of this happening and just gets even more murderous.

[onim5]

A stupid wish.

Why did you leave the window opened? Why?! Huddeling up to a small ball under the blanket you desperately tried to warm yourself. It had been warm during the day, so you had opened it for some nice air. But now you had showered. So laying here cold was on you.

Your mind said loud and clear that you can endure it. Though a small embarrassed part of your mind were thinking of a kind gentleman who were always warm. I wish, he be here next to me. And hug me, snuggle me. And . . . . Okay mind keep dreaming. It would never ever happen. Ace is to perfect to even lift a finger for you. You let out a sigh. It was a stupid wish. One that would never be fufilled.

You glanced at the wall beside your bed. Just on the other side Ace slept. Well he used to sleep there. But now he's the second division commander and sleeps far away. It had been two days since it changed, and you didn't think him sleeping all the way on the forth floor with the other commanders would hurt so much.

The door to your room opened and closed. Heavy steps creaked the floor and soon after a shadow hured over you. I just pretend to be asleep. You thought not wanting to deal with bullshit this late. With a thud the man laid right next to you with an arm over your form. Snores echoed immediately after and you crawled yourself up from over the blanket only to be met with someone's breath in your face.

It took awhile but after a minute or so your eyes had adjusted to the darkness. Your brain had it hard to process, but was that freckles, black soft hair, hard muscles, and Ace?! No wonder it got so nice and warm. I'm dreaming! There's just no way this is true. Why would he even come here? Wait, maybe a super tired Ace would go to his old room and take the wrong one!!!! AHHHH, WHAT DO I DO? WHAT, WHAT, WHAT?!!!! Thank god?

Ace arm stretched out and then took a grip around you. Some seconds later and you were literally one inch from his chest!!! His head leaned down on yours and you could feel the guy drool in your hair.

I pretend to sleep. . . . . . . Thank you. . . .

[umbrellainkart]

I think they’d be too similar to get along

[trashytoastboi]

I really love your writing! Some of my favorite headcannon are the reader scared of physical intimacy due to trauma, could you do those headcannons for Ace and Sabo please??

Heyya bean! I apologise for the very, very long wait >_< I've finally gotten around to writing things again, I'm thankful you enjoy my writing and hope you enjoy~

🍞 Headcanons: Kid, Killer x S/O who is afraid of physical intimacy due to past trauma

🍞 Headcanons: Zoro, Law, Marco, Katakuri x S/O who is afraid of physical intimacy due to past trauma.

Headcanons: Ace, Sabo x S/O Who is afraid of physical intimacy due to a past trauma.

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> (Gender Neutral) <

> Warning: Implied abuse/mention of panic attacks. This includes implied trauma due to something in the past, if you think it will be triggering for you please avoid this. It is written and intended to be a comfort piece, but first and foremost take care of yourself and mental wellbeing🍀 

Portgas D. Ace

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🔥 Ace has a very physical love style, he enjoys expressing himself through touch and affection. Though it makes the situation at hand all the more difficult, he would never complain or be upset about it. He understands, he truly does. Ace just doesn’t understand how else he can fully convey his love other than affection. He believes actions weigh more than words and even though he always tells {Name} just how much he loves them, it just never felt adequate. Ace never once desired to push {Name} beyond their limitations. 

🔥It was obvious there was aversion to touch and affection. {Name} had always kept people at arm's length, Ace was a little closer than most and he treasured the trust placed in him by his partner. Ace came to learn through their mannerisms and occasional openings in their guard about how they were uncomfortable with physical touch and the idea of being intimate. Ace held off on affection, unless he felt {Name} was having a good day, he moved slowly and always checked to truly make sure they were fine. If any minute reaction showed discomfort or fear, he would leave them be and comfort them when {Name} apologized for being this way. 

🔥Ace felt there were strides of progress, regarding his relationship with {Name}. They had gotten into a comfort zone of sorts, hand holding and the occasional hug was steadily becoming more frequent and comforting, sometimes it was even {Name} to be the one to initiate. Maybe due to the constant security and comfort Ace provided, {Name} felt safe enough to divulge their very painful past. The trauma that made them this way and how that trauma made even the most gentle of touch feel like fire and fear in one fatal combination. 

🔥{Name} dug deep to pull everything up and out. They thought they would be ready to discuss everything, it proved not to be the case. The revisitation of trauma set the panic deep in their bones, they choked up. The cold feeling began to run down their shoulders, down their back as the feeling faded from their hands and feet. The tears came out uncontrollably.  Ace panicked internally, he didn’t want to show it outright in case it made {Name’s} current state worse. He comforted them, speaking in a soft voice telling them it was alright not to face it right now, not until {Name} was ready. He informed them over and over again how {Name} never had to force themselves to do anything. 

🔥They sputtered never ending apologies on repeat, alternating between words of self blame and apologies to Ace. This had sent {Name} back into the worst possible mindset, thanks to how adamantly and patiently Ace listened, comforted them and gently hushed their apologies. He deemed the apologies unnecessary, after all there was no reason for {Name} to say sorry when they were never the ones in the wrong. Maybe it was that very warmth and comfort that helped them gain a grip, something that helped to steady their uneven and shallow breath, easing the pain in their chest. The world stopped spinning and they were calming down. 

🔥Ace inwardly blamed himself, the initial happenings he knew was not his fault. He just spiraled with the concept that maybe had he just not been so eager, or forthcoming and overwhelming with his advances then {Name} might not have felt so pressured to discuss this, or put themselves in a position to relive their worst trauma. {Name} never once actually thought like this, they felt so trusting of Ace that they wanted to tell him. Ace smiled on the surface, a soft and meek smile. One designed to comfort his partner without alluding to his true thoughts of guilt and self blame. 

🔥It took a lot of communication and understanding to see where both of them were. Trying to hold these fragmented talks while suffering in their own thoughts was only hurting them. {Name} took Ace’s comfort to heart, knowing they weren’t obligated nor were they ready to talk about things and that was okay. Ace communicated his own misunderstanding and insecurities, the talk was difficult but they found a middle ground. A comfortable place in which to meet each other emotionally, taking it one step at a time.

Sabo

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🎩 Sabo noticed the hesitation, it was not outright. Hidden, disguised as if {Name} didn’t want him to know. He loves them too much not to notice how they stiffened; the anxiety that passed through their eyes and contorted their expression into fear for an instant. The nervous stumbling of their words when Sabo pulled away in surprise worried about accidentally hurting them. Given his injuries, his scars that remained Sabo related their reaction to something similar. His body had healed, on the surface. The trauma remained and it took a long time without him having to flinch away, associating touch with treatment of his injuries and the grueling pain he had to live through during his recovery. Or how he hated his scars when they first started to settle, the uneven and rough skin under his fingertips. He learned to accept them, live with them and in time liked them as it was his proof of survival, he was still alive. Sabo likened it to a deep rooted trauma, he didn’t bring it up but his actions became more reserved in nature. 

🎩 Sometimes it can take the smallest thing to fall over the edge, Sabo’s more and rarer playful side came out when he and {Name} were sharing some banter, joking around and the like. Sabo playfully grabbed their wrist in the hopes of pulling them in for a kiss, but what ensued was nothing he expected. {Name} was fine one moment, the next it looked like their world shattered. He let go, panicking and asking what happened, did he grab too hard? {Name} shook their head, dismissing it with a strained smile. The cold sweat didn’t convince him when they showed so much fear. Sabo had noticed it a while ago. He gently broached the topic, not wanting the details but he needed to know. Sabo wanted to know how he could help. How he could protect them and prevent anything that could hurt them. 

🎩Nothing really could have prepared Sabo, for what {Name} entrusted to him. A very bleak and too upsetting for words recollection of the incidents that made them this way. Sabo felt angry, towards the people who hurt his partner, towards himself for not realizing some of his actions could have triggered them. Logically, he knew it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know of the situation and couldn’t change it. He felt sad seeing how heartbroken and frightened {Name} was. Not only from recalling the vivid and horrific memories but also from their fear that Sabo might perceive or treat them differently, in a bad way. They had been on the terrible side of listening to those who blamed {Name} for what happened in the past. {Name} grew to believe what was said, that it was their fault. 

🎩 Listening to how their words laced their own blame into it. “I shouldn’t have… they wouldn’t have.. I was the one…” Sabo only grew angrier towards the people, the vicious attitude they must have had upon saying those poisonous words to {Name}. Things that led to self doubt and blame. Sabo approached them, carefully enough to see if his touch and comfort would be welcomed. He could only hold them, swallowing his own anger. He pushed it aside, to whisper the words of validation they so desperately needed. Even the simple statement “It wasn’t your fault.” Brought tears to {Name’s} eyes, his voice resonates so deeply, unearthing all of those suppressed feelings that they held back. At this point all Sabo could offer is comfort and security, away from the memories. 

🎩 He tried to take their mind off of it. Trying to calm {Name} down and offer whatever reassurance he could. From the beginning he had been undemanding. {Name} never felt things in the way of obligation, they never felt forced to do anything. Sabo had created a safe space for them truly, one where they learned the hardships of healing but healing nevertheless. He helped and supported with what he could. Giving {Name} space when they needed it, giving them comfort and support when they wanted it. Sabo knew he could not change the past, nor what happened to his partner. But he could try to help them now and in the future. The past may have been full of hurt and terror, he tries, strives to make sure that the future will never be like that. Neither for him, nor {Name}. 

[lewiscarrolatemybrain]

I saw somebody shipping Dadan and Whitebeard (I think they called it Dadshipping but I Cannot find the post rn forgive me) and like obviously it's a crackship but I am. Compelled listen hear me out

The real lynchpin in all of it is Ace, and Dadan and Whitebeard's wildly different experiences with/approaches to parenthood.

Whitebeard obviously intended to build a family for himself right from the start, he was willing to adopt the kids who needed him and thus he did exactly that. He has found purpose and joy in fatherhood.

Dadan very much did not intend to become a mother, least of all to fucking Gold Roger's son. She struggled to take care of Ace in the beginning, and by the time she might have started to hit her stride Ace had closed off, and neither of them were able to connect with the other in any real way until the fire. But Dadan loves the shit out of Ace and his brothers.

I think there's a lot of really interesting avenues to explore there regarding Dadan's experience in raising Ace, particularly through the lens of the trauma of motherhood, and I think Whitebeard could be a really big influence in the two of them finally working through the lingering issues they have and admitting that they do see each other as mother and son. I also think that Whitebeard would respect a woman who ran into a fire and swung an axe at a pirate to protect her boys, even though Dadan is very not cut out for the kind of battles the Whitebeards regularly get into. That's fine. Dadan doesn't want to be that kind of crazy fighter, and she doesn't pretend to be.

I can picture Dadan resolutely refusing to admit she finds Whitebeard funny and charming and Whitebeard absolutely taking it as a challenge. He makes a joke and she cracks a tiny little "Pfft--" and he fucking WHIPS his head around to stare at her but she's white-knuckling her own knees to keep her poker face in place she absolutely will not give him the satisfaction of seeing her laugh.

Also I think it would be hilarious if Shanks is dating Makino and Whitebeard is dating Dadan and Shanks is leaving Dawn while Whitebeard is arriving and they look at each other like that scene from The Umbrella Academy.

Also also all the Whitebeard Pirates react to Whitebeard putting the moves on Dadan like hey good for you pops you still got it but Ace sees this happen and scREECHES

[saiddert]

Ace in Nightwing costume✨

I think he looks really hot in that black and blue outfit....

And I will probably finish this art

[willpapasy]

ALWAYS PROTECT MY QUEEN AUUUU

So married couple coded

[atlas-the-bastard]

whenever I'm happy with myself I think about portgas d. ace's pathetic rizz and tboy swagger and wish I was him with such conviction I cry

[plagues02]

Sons

Summary: Ace watches the ocean at night, alone with his thoughts. Until his captain decided to check on him. Characters: Portgas D. Ace, Whitebeard Word Count: 1102 CW: Talks of gender dysphoria and past transphobia Note: I wrote this as a Christmas gift for @/darth_bear on Tiktok. He's a really cool guy and cosplayer, and y'all should check it out :D

Waves crashed against the side of the Moby Dick. The moon was a perfect crescent shape in the sky, and the sky was dotted with stars, clear of clouds. A light breeze shook the young man’s hair.

Ace leaned against the railing as he looked out at sea, lost in thoughts. Despite it being a rare peaceful night, the teen couldn’t bring himself to sleep. His mind was running all over the place, and he finally decided to see if walking around the deck would calm him down. So far, it was not.

There was a lot on his mind. For one, his younger brother, Luffy. He was almost seventeen; it was almost time for him to set sail. Sabo was there on his mind too. If he was around, they would be sailing together now. Perhaps they would be running the Spade Pirates together, or they would have both joined Whitebeard’s crew, or they might have waited for Luffy to turn seventeen to leave with him. It saddened him to think about.

There was something else weighing heavy on Ace’s mind, making his chest ache to think about. He thought that would stop once he was able to get the surgery to make his chest flat, but it didn’t. He proudly showed off his scars, refusing to wear a shirt no matter how many times the sun burnt him, but at the same time, it still hurt to think about what was once there.

While Ace was lost in thought, he didn’t notice the sound of heavy footsteps coming towards him. It wasn’t until the large shadow of his captain covered him did he notice the other man, but he tried to pretend he didn’t. He wasn’t in the mood for talking.

The presence of Whitebeard reminded him of him. The man who was only his father by blood, the man he refused to call him his dad. Ace might be related to Gol D. Roger, but he was not his father. No, Whitebeard was his father.

Whitebeard looked down at his youngest division commander. Earlier in the night, one of his nurses mentioned that Ace was outside alone and something seemed wrong. He gave the man some time alone, but when he didn’t move for a long time, the older man decided to check on him. Ace looked consumed by his thoughts.

“What are you thinking about?” He broke the silence. The younger man couldn’t ignore his captain anymore.

Ace’s face twitched as he looked up. They stared at each other for a long while before Ace was the one to look away again. He shifted his body to face away from the man, leaning against the railing. Whitebeard watched him as he tried to make his chest look less noticeable. Oh. So that was bothering him.

“...You’re not the first one in my crew like this,” the captain opened up, looking out at the sea.

The teen tensed a little as he looked up with furrowed eyebrows. “I’m,,, not? No one’s mentioned being…”

Whitebeard shook his head with a sigh. “He is no longer in my crew. In fact, my son probably hates my guts.”

“Your son?”

They were all Whitebeard’s sons. They all called him Pops, and he happily called them his sons. But the way he said this… it felt different than the way he would call them his sons.

Whitebeard nodded, reaching up to wring the bridge of his nose. “Yes… my one biological son. He goes by Crocodile now.”

Ace’s eyes widened as his head snapped up to look at the other man, who kept facing towards the water. He had never heard that Whitebeard had a biological son, let alone someone else so infamous. No one in the crew mentioned it, but at the same time, he knew Pops wouldn’t lie about this.

The older man let out a sigh, turning towards Ace; their eyes met. Ace could tell that it was a hard topic for him and decided against asking any of the questions running through his head. However, Whitebeard continued.

“When he came out, I didn’t have a good reaction. We got into a screaming match, and he ran off to somewhere else on the ship. Crocodile left the crew not long after, leaving as soon as he could get off the ship on the next island. I believe Marco had the chance to talk to him, but he didn’t do anything to stop him from leaving.

“I regret how I acted back then. I denied he was my son; I called him my daughter for the longest time even after he left, even after he became the warlord, Sir Crocodile. Shortly before you joined, I finally came to terms with him being my son. I still keep an eye on him the best I can.”

Ace stared at the man as the older man broke eye contact to look back at the sea. The young pirate bit his lip, wondering what to say. He turned back towards the water again.

“Why are you telling me this?...And what do you think of me then?” Ace looked down at his chest, resting a hand on one of his scars.

Silence fell over them again, lasting for a few moments, before Whitebeard sighed again. He reached up to rub his eyes, dragging his hand down his face.

“First, you are my son, the young man I put in charge of my second division, Ace. I have always seen you as the man you are.”

Ace felt satisfied with this answer.

“Second, why am I telling you this?... To tell you you’re not the only one. Crocodile was your age when he came out, and I messed up back then with him. Now, you’re part of my crew, and I feel like I am getting a second chance. You’re just as much as my son as Crocodile is, and I will not mess up with you.

I cannot imagine what you’re going through and what’s running through your head with your birth sex, but you are not alone anymore. You have a family here to support you.”

“Pops…” Ace found the word leaving his lips before his brain caught up with his actions; he looked away from the sea once again.

Whitebeard looked down at him, eyes meeting once again. Slowly, Ace’s lips turned into a smile, causing Whitebeard to smile as well. The older man reached down to rest a hand on the other’s head.

“Now, go get some rest son,” he said as he ruffled the other’s hair.

“Okay, I will, Pops.”

[lady-of-moths]

I love how even Zoro was caught off guard 😆

Portgas D. Ace || One Piece ep. 95 || Let's see how skilled this Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates really is!

+bonus, Strawhats reaction

[dragonanon]

Okay, but please consider being a Zoan Cat user and accidentally getting “adopted” by a pirate crew after being mistaken for a regular ass cat. You honestly thought they knew you were a human at first, and by the time you realized they didn’t, it had been long enough that revealing yourself would’ve been awkward af, and you were then curious about how long it would take them to figure you out. So instead you stfu and be a relatively good lil’ ship cat.

You get free food, plenty of comfy places to nap in, and lots of scritches and attention from big men who’re surprisingly giddy to have a tiny cat on board. Why on Earth would you want to ruin that??

You get away with it for months. And the ONLY reason you get caught is because someone does something so unbelievably dumb that you absentmindedly say out loud “Damn, we’re really reaching new levels of stupid here.” You could hear a mouse fart in stunned silence that followed as you realize your inside thought did NOT stay inside, and now you want nothing more than to just disappear into the floor.

Shockingly enough, you’re forgiven and continue on as the ship cat; except now you can properly converse and interact with everyone. HOWEVER you’re still subjected to being picked up and held out towards everyone like Simba whenever you’re fully transformed into a cat lmfao

[onim5]

The Fangs 1

Portgas D. Ace x reader

2,

Warnings: Sad

Soulmate au

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Deep down in Impel Down Ace sat chained. He and Jimbei whispered about old times. It wouldn't be long until a war broke out to save Ace. And it pained him deeply. The thought of getting executed was even worse since the soulmate he never met would meet the same end. "This sucks. My soulmate is gonna die because of my recklessness," Ace whispered.

"It's easy to go out and risk your life when you never met them, but when you sit here, you sure feel guilty," Jimbei answered with a frown evident on his face. "I don't think my soulmate would like me," Ace said out of nowhere. "And why is that?" Jimbei asked. "A lot hate, having a pirate as a soulmate, but I have one more card that would make them hate me even more." Ace simply explained, thinking of the devil's blood inside of him.

Time skip

Ace sat worried in his chains for Luffy. He was in Impel Down, and he was currently getting exported to Marineford. "YOU'RE KIDDING!!!!!" The marine responsible for the ship yelled. He smashed the den den mushi and angrily stomped away. Was it news about his brother or Pops?

Something's wrong. We should have been at Marineford a long time ago. And why are they all looking at me like that?

Fire Fist Ace died before execution. For unknown reasons. "We don't know what happened he just died." Everyone turned their attention to Luffy, Ace was dead, and they hadn't even reached Marineford yet. The den den mushi on their stolen ship had sent out the news so every Marine would know. "I want you all to continue the plan anyway. This is a good chance to take down Whitebeard." After that sentence, the den den mushi lay up.

Luffy fell to his knees. 'No,' Echoed in his head. It felt like time paused, and the world around him became blurry. Luffy couldn't hear the scream he let out. He couldn't hear anything. All the memories he had of Ace flowed like a river in his mind. He had lost the only brother he had. He had nothing. Ivan watched in horror as Luffy began destroying stuff and hitting himself. He gave himself wounds. His cry and pain affected everyone on the ship.

Jimbei had talked some sense into Luffy, and now he stood next to Whitebeard in Marineford. "Did you get the news?" Luffy asked. "What news?" Edward asked. "Ace is, . . . .  Ace is, . . . . . He's dead." Luffy pressed out of him. Whitebeard's eyes widened. He had thought it was weird that Ace wasn't on the execution platform. But the damn Marines refused to tell them where he was.

"Jimbei stepped up and told how they had received the news." It was not often, but sometimes people died out of the blue simply because their soulmate had.

It was a dark war. It felt empty and pointless. But everyone fought. When the red-haired pirates arrived, it finally ended. But it was already too late. The news of Luffy being Dragon's son had made it almost impossible for Luffy to escape since he was the main target. He got away thanks to Jimbei, but not without a wound, a painful reminder of his meaningless efforts.

It wasn't long until everybody knew just what a horrible war it had been, the Revolutionary Army, Kaido, Big Mom, Dawn Island, the other pirates of the first generation, and Luffy's crew. The war of the best was a tragedy, Whitebeard's last words had made the pirate era grow.

"Why am I here?"

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Masterlist

[anmechokola]

Today is a good day to remember that Sabo will never know Ace. What makes Ace's death a tragedy is that it could have been prevented, he didn't have to die. If only Sabo remembered before, if only Luffy had made it in time in Impel Down, if only Ace hadn't stopped because of Akainu. But he did. He died and he didn't have to and Sabo will never know him. Will never know grown up Ace, Ace who learned manners, who learned to be kind and affectionate, who learned the parts he thought of as Sabo's so he could be that for Luffy too. Ace who made his little brother an impossible promise, who had to choose to break it in the worst possible way (he died in his arms-). Ace who carried Sabo on his arm always, Ace who found a family again, Ace who got captured for love of his little brother, who died for it. Sabo will never know him. Sabo will carry his fruit and his legacy and his duty and love for Luffy and he will willingly be haunted by the ghost and memory of this brother that he once knew better than anyone

[alex-hq08]

🤭🤭🤭

Character(s): Portgas D. Ace, AFAB!Reader, Marco (Mentioned in passing)

Plot: You wake up stuck in a tight storage box after a beach party with the crew. To your surprise, you're stuck in an unfavorable position with another person... Portgas D. Ace.

Warning(s): NSFW (18+) Content | MDNI, Mild Choking, Drinking (Mentioned in passing), Accidental Sex, Accidental Penetration, Weird Circumstances but you both roll with it anyway, Creampie(s), Multiple Orgasm(s), Excessive amounts of cum (From both of you), Slightly pervert! Ace. Plot what plot? Porn with no plot. — For missed warnings, just DM! 🫡

Note: Ace gets me horny af — 3.9k words of pure filth.

You were blackout drunk last night.

Which is why you didn't know how exactly you ended up in this position, or place. Pressed so close, with the feeling of someone behind you in this extremely cramped place. You could barely see once you woke up, eyes still adjusting to the dark environment. You groan, trying to wipe your eyes, but even that was difficult. It took a few minutes before you felt rustling behind you and realized that the other person who got stuck with you in this unfortunate situation was just getting up as well, yawning loudly.

"Hm? Where are we— Huh? Why is it so cramped in here? Can't move my arms." He says.

You press your head against his accidentally. "Ace!" 

Ace groans, and you utter an apology. "Sorry, I didn't mean that. I thought I was stuck with a stranger for a sec."

Ace hums. 

"At any rate, we have to get out of here. But I can't move my arms..." You mutter.

"...I can just burn this thing down." 

You seethe, and you move, or at least try to. "You want to burn me too!?" 

"Ah, right," Ace replied dumbly.

It was quiet for a bit as you both pondered over the whole thing, with you trying to see if you could move your arms more to try and push at the ceiling. It wasn't until Ace called you out quietly, "...(Name)."

"Yeah?"

Ace stopped, thinking whether he should tell you what's on his mind. But he does. "Can you stop moving for a bit?" He says, voice a little shaky.

You hum. Curious, did he find a way to get out of here? "Why—" 

Then you felt it—something hard poking through you. You were in a bikini, which you can still mildly recall why. The Moby Dick landed on a summer island yesterday, deciding to relax and have fun for a bit; the crew went on to have a beach party that lasted for the whole day. Then you got drunk sometime in the evening, and... that was it. That was all you could remember.

This is exactly why you froze immediately, hands pressing onto the hard surface before you. 

"W-What's that?"

Ace clammed up. He was glad you weren't facing him because it was humiliating for this to happen; at least he didn't have to face you as he said it. Ace pretends to clear his throat and looks away, afraid that if his eyes drifted to you, he'd impossibly meet your gaze. Who knows, maybe you had eyeballs behind your head. Ace can't risk that!

"Morning wood." He finally airs out.

The boy half-expected you to sputter, react violently, or try harder to escape this space. But you were silent, and Ace didn't know if he should be relieved or even more worried.

"W-well! We should find a way to get out of here quickly, then. So..." You pitch with a voice shaky, while your shy demeanor is evident, which makes Ace smile lightly despite the current situation. It's only now that he noticed your bare neck, hair splayed onto the side like his arm beneath his head. After his eyes adjusted, he could see your position more clearly, how you curved right into him, how his legs and yours were tangled, how soft the skin of your thigh was beneath his free hand that laid openly on it. His eyes quickly darted upwards to rid himself of his thoughts, but on the way, he saw your squished mounds. Even through the side, he wished he could get a better look.

Fuck. Ace felt his pants stir, he felt his dick twitch at the realization of your closeness. He tried to distract himself, squinting into the dark and focusing on other things, so he stared at your hidden face and saw how your ears were visibly more red than the rest of your skin; rather, dark. Darker than the rest of your skin. Were you blushing? So cute. 

Ace grunts and you make a small noise that makes the boy grasp your thigh tighter, and his hips move on instinct.

Realizing his actions, he was quick to sputter an apology. "S-sorry! I— I didn't mean to." 

"M sorry too..." You mumble out, followed by heavy breaths. The small space was heating up quickly, and it was not because of Ace's devil fruit. Ace's hand on your thigh felt heavy and searing on your skin. A small sheen of sweat was forming on both your half-naked bodies that craved lesser and lesser distance from each other. It didn't help that Ace was drawing mindless figures on your exposed skin and was practically breathing down your neck.

"(Name)..." He whispers deeply, slowly moving his hand up from your thigh to your hip, where the small string of your black bikini hangs. His fingers went underneath them for a bit, only to pinch the skin there lightly before caressing up to your stomach, making it clench from the ticklish sensation. 

"Ace... What are you... Hng~" Your moan cut off the question as his hand moved to one of your covered breasts. 

"You're so soft..." He says lowly, and you feel ticklish once more as his hair meets your neck before you feel a sloppy kiss and a small nibble on the skin that makes you mewl a little. Your eyes and his were half-lidded at this point. Neither of you knew if this hazy delirium was from the lack of air or pure arousal. Maybe both.

"S so hard, baby." Ace whines before kissing your neck to try and ground himself. And you know what?

"You can use my thighs..." You finally say. And you know that after you both get out of here, you'll be regretting that statement for the longest time, but... "L-Let's think about... Mhh," He squeezes your mound, thumb rubbing lazy circles through the thin bikini hiding your nipple. "The.. Uh," You turn mindless for a second, squirming and unintentionally grinding more against his erection, which in turn made him grind against you, too.

"...The consequences later."

Pulling his lips away from your nape where he gave you a nasty hickey from all his biting, Ace was simple in his reply. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."

And it was supposed to be simple, just like that. He'd hump your thighs, he'll cum, and you two can finally focus on finding a way to get out of this cramped space. But just as Ace finally managed to slip his heavy cock out that slapped your ass involuntarily, the peculiar box moved and flipped.

So now, he was on top of you. Arms caging you lowly, your breasts squished beneath as Ace tried with all his might not to crush you with his weight. But it was difficult enough to hold this plank-like position for too long. Not to mention that his dick was threatening to enter your barely covered kitty, probing at the leaking and pleading hole.

"Holy fuck, you're so wet."

"Sh-shut up. You can't use that..!"

Ace grunts, feeling the slowly creeping cramp on his forearms. "Y-yeah,"

And it slips both your minds even to ask or try anything to get out at that point because the next harsh rumble of the confinement forced Ace to half-crush you. By that, I mean that he accidentally pushed his cock all the way inside you, your bikini conveniently moving to the side because of your slick.

It took half a second for either of you to process what happened. But once that half a second of silence passed, it took everything in both of you not to bust right on the spot, heads thrown back and screaming, with Ace knocking the ceiling of the box with his own, but too deep in pleasure to even give a fuck about the pain.

"OH, FUUUUCK!" Ace moans.

"Y-YOUR COCK'S T'BIIIGG!" You squeal.

There was this bolt of electricity that ran through both of you at the same time, and you really tried your best, but Ace practically crushed your womb in one go and kept pulsing so good that you couldn't stop the snapping in your core. So intense and so, so wet, your orgasm started spraying all over your and Ace's bottom halves. You squirted. Pussy clamping up tighter than it already was, which Ace thought was impossible since he even briefly thought you were a virgin or something because he's never felt this way before. Never felt so pussydrunk.

Ace tried. He really did try. Tried to stop the cum from climbing all the way up his cock with teeth-gritting so harshly from all the effort. But your breathless moans, your arched back, your soft ass, and how you gave him a half-lidded fucked out stare from behind made all his effort go to waste. His cum sprayed as he grunted. His hips grinding into you was now outside of his control. All his body knew was that he had to push his dick deeper so you can take what he has to give.

"HNG! Take it out, take it— Ahhhh, hah... Ace...!" You involuntarily moaned out his name instead of calling it out normally. You couldn't help it. His hard cock managed to slip inside you and now you can feel him so deep inside you. So, so deep. Can feel his protruding veins pulsing, the intense twitching as it filled you... It was too much.

"I-I can't." Ace mumbled into your hair. Your scent was overtaking him, and it didn't help that it felt like his tip was inside something deeper within your heavenly pussy that sucked him in too good.

"Wh-what do you mean you can't?!" You reply, voice high and nervous as you trembled slightly just from the slight movement.

"Can't move my hips that far, baby. Too tight." For a second, you didn't know if he meant the box-like place you were trapped in or your pussy, already in a growing daze.

You bit your lip, trying to suppress the moans threatening to slip out. You could hear Ace breathe heavily behind you, and you think about how he's faring. Is he embarrassed too? Is he enjoying it? Or is he grossed out? Does he feel dread for being stuck in this with you and having no choice but to get off using you? 

On Ace's side, however... Fuck. He feels bad, totally; he really does. He didn't mean to get as hard as he did. At first, it was just morning wood, and then... God, this is embarrassing. Because if this kept going as it did, Ace was definitely going to cum early. Again. It was embarrassing the first time. He couldn't possibly do it again the second time. For him, you were always this mysterious figure. He couldn't quite read you outside of being Whitebeard's daughter. 

He shook his head, ridding himself of any complicated thoughts. 

Let's think about the consequences later, you did say. So Ace thought with his dick when he made the stupid decision to let the fire burn from his back, making your eyes shoot back to him in a panic, which he only returned with a cheeky smirk. The next thing that met you both was the bright morning light of the sun. The abandoned storage box by the rocks and white sand of the beach has been blown to bits as Ace immediately kicked off the 'ceiling' he burnt to ashes, landing on the crashing waves and shocking the creature that was probably the reason why the box flipped around.

Ace threatened the lion with a smaller dose of his Fire Fist, hitting the sand and making the large creature cower and run back into the trees before he finally spared a glance at you, who was trying to get up already. Except you were still caged between Ace's knees.

In this light, Ace could see clearly your bare skin. He always knew you were pretty, but didn't really think much because of how you hid so much of your skin until... Well, until now. He wonders what changed. Eh, he'll think about it later. For now... 

"Do.. Do you want to stop?" He shamelessly asks you with bated breath, hard cock slapping his bare stomach after briefly pulling out of you. He tries to stop his eyes from drifting down to where his cum was dripping right out of you, down to your exposed thighs.

"Do you want to stop?" You ask shyly.

Ace's eyes turned a little droopy as he dipped his head into the side of your neck, his dick now nestled between your thighs. He mumbled into the skin, proceeding to press a wet kiss on it before whispering in your ear as his hands drifted from your tits to the fat of your ass.

"No."

And it was fast going on from there. With the cover of the storage box gone, there was enough space for Ace to fuck you right where you were. He was stroking his wet dick whilst pushing you down, your hands finding recluse on the edge of the container. You looked behind, your eyes meeting. Ace wanted to eat you up, make the tears cascading down your cheeks increase, and he wanted to put you in so many different positions. But he knew, oh he knew, if he didn't fuck your pussy again, he'll probably never will ever again.

Ace leans in to lick one of your tears away, making you whimper. "You're so pretty, hm? My pretty girl." He says, the hand stroking his cock, moving on to tracing lightly over your stomach again, his tip catching right unto your hole as he teased, entering it only a little.

You noticed Ace moving from kissing you on the cheek to the lid of your eye and slowly moving to your lips, which made you yelp and interrupt him. "No!" Catching Ace by surprise, he watches you pursed your lips before he can even get a taste. Hm? So you'll let him fuck you, but you won't let him kiss you?

"N-no kissing..." You continue lowly, guilt sounding evidently from your voice, which made Ace chuckle. Ah, well, whatever. His lips move to pepper kisses to your jaw instead.

"Alright, alright. Don't cry." Despite being relatively the same age, it was incredibly cute how a pirate, no less, to be shy about kissing. Or perhaps you already like someone? Ace didn't know why, but the thought made him buck his hips with a hint of an ugly feeling in his chest. You moan his name loudly from the sudden intrusion.

"No one's ever taken me this well," He remarks with a punctuated thrust and a deep groan at the end.

"...Cause you've never tried me." You reply with a salacious tone while looking back from your shoulder and batting your lashes at him with the deep arch you were sporting, which almost made Ace's eyebrows shoot up from your unexpected boldness. But that quickly devolved into a smirk, his hands now grasping your hips tightly.

"Oh, I'll try you, princess." He says.

And that was the exact moment where you both started the full-fledged fuck that you were too shy to offer earlier. Brutal thrusts came from behind you as Ace's right arm wrapped around your breasts, squishing the mounds and stimulating your nipples with every slap of skin that had you drooling. His other free arm moved in front of your waist, fingers dancing around your sweaty skin until it reached your incredibly sensitive clit. The simple tap made you jerk and moan.

"So sensitive, you like being fucked like this? You ever been fucked like this, huh?" Ace talked a lot with you. In particular, he talked a lot with you because his previous endeavors usually were a one-and-done, noisier than he was usually, and he didn’t care enough for them that he was sure of. Though he had an inkling that would be the case here too, you just simply drove him insane, pussy making him babble on and on, making him wish that this’d never end.

"N-No, never been— Ah, yes! God, never been fucked like this, keep going, please, don't stop." If Ace knew any better, it would seem like you were the same.

"Have no plans to, baby, don't worry your pretty little head 'bout— Ugh... getting dumb on me." He grinds his hips against you, your womb directly meeting his thick tip. You were trembling, knees shaking, and Ace was holding you up with his arm by your tits, and his hand on your nub was the only thing holding you up properly at this point.

Unconsciously, steam was rising from Ace's back as he felt himself getting hotter the more he drilled inside you. It was a new sensation for him. The sensation of not wanting to stop until his balls are drained of cum. Luckily, he still had half— a quarter— of his mind not to burn you.

"Ah! Ah! I'm gonna cum again, Ace! Ace!" The warning made him hide his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder, biting the skin as he felt his orgasm rising and rising. His hips stuttered for a bit as his hand that wasn't furiously pressing on to your clit fidgeted with your right boob, pulling harshly on the nipple there, making you mewl. "O-OOOOH! Oh, God. You’re so goooood."

The boy was drunk on you, addicted, overdosed, and when your hand moved his, guiding it to enclose around your neck while you fucked yourself against his slowing thrusts to get you going again, endlessly mumbling: 

"Don't stop, you can't stop, need your cum, baby. You hav'to give it to me. Please, please, please." 

"If I had known you were going to be this cock hungry, I would've made you my slut a long time ago. Hm? You want to be my little slut, huh?" Ace's hand suddenly tightened around your neck, making you roll your eyes back as drool fell from the side of your mouth.

Amidst the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore, cicadas and birds singing in the tropical trees, the distant, heavy, and fast plap plap plap plap was mixing with nature's sound. Oh, and along with a shrill cry of:

"YEEEEEEEES! FUCK ME! I'M CUMM— HNG! I'M CUMMING!!" You squeal, pussy gushing out waters that could combat the ocean. The sensation made Ace grip you tighter, his already leaking cock and sticky thrusts where massive amounts of white strings of cum connected his and your hips together rode it out as he also was...

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" It felt like a huge load was taken right off his balls when he came, making him feel light and airy. His hips still thrust as you both sagged on the storage box, all fucked out and heaving. Both of you felt the burning sensation of sensitivity, and yet neither made a move to actively stop until minutes later, finally beginning the descent from your quick visit to heaven.

"That..." Ace heaves from behind you, hands roaming around your torso, feeling his clingy disposition coming forward. "Was the best fuck I've ever had." He refrained from adding, Please tell me it was the same for you, too.

"Me too..." You reply meekly, a little fatigued. Thank God.

"We should get cleaned up. The crew must've wondered where we went off to," Ace said, getting up, reluctantly pulling out of you before tucking himself back in his swim trunks. Hand gesturing to the calm ocean pulling and pushing at the clean sand whilst offering a hand for you to take. "Here, come on, let's get up, pretty. Look, we can wash quickly in the sea."

You unconsciously pout, which Ace finds cute, which is stupid because... Why didn't Ace pay attention to you sooner!? 

"My legs feel like jelly." You complain lightly, facing him as you adjusted your crooked bikini that briefly gave Ace a quick flash of your nipples and the extremely soft-looking mounds that he had the privilege of feeling up earlier; it bounced as you adjusted the straps to cover them properly once more; eliciting a creeping blush from his neck up to his cheeks. He didn't get the chance to appreciate them fully, and the thought made him sag for a bit because he wanted to explore you even more.

Wanted to explore your supple thighs, see if you can make him cum just as fast with your hands... Or maybe your mouth... He loved the small pudge your tummy made when you sat curved as you made one last check on your bikini before looking up at him to flash him a gummy smile and a thumbs up. He returned the smile as you took his hand and got up. He unconsciously let it fall upon your lower back once you got up, and you both got out of the storage box and walked to the sea to wash off any remnants of your... Endeavors.

Ace briefly enjoyed the calm moment. You were both hip-deep in the waters; Ace opted to wash his whole body instead while you decided to splash some on your face and try to comb through your hair. When Ace reemerged, you gave him a soft smile.

"So..." Ace starts.

"Ace," You call.

"Oh, you can go first!" You both say, hands shaking. A sweat dropped on both your cheeks by the time you both finished saying the sentence at the same time. But Ace conceded, "Ladies first."

"It's not really a big deal. But, uhm," You begin, hands fidgeting with the string of your bikini by your hip. Ace was tempted to stare but looked into your eyes instead, listening intently. "This is a one-time thing, right?" A heavyweight.

I mean… “Sure.” If you want it to. “I mean— I mean, yeah. I don't—” I don't do relationships. “Yeah. It is. Don't worry.” He says, not meeting your eyes, hand suddenly finding intrigue in the stray hair on his forehead, pushing it back with the rest that was slicked back by the saltwater.

You let out a visible sigh of relief, and Ace didn't know how to feel about that. “Can you keep this a secret, please?”

“Why?” Ace immediately realized how it may have come off to you, “Wait, no! I mean, I will, but—!” Ace stops his rambling when you let out an airy laugh.

“You know you always looked so smooth when you flirted with other people,” you say between laughs. Ace’s brows furrow in mock frustration, a pout coming from his lips while his cheeks burnt. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

His faux anger dissipated when you lightly tapped your palm on his chest, making him look at you again, crinkles deep in your eyes. “Aw, don't worry. People like it, don't they? I can see why.” 

“Sh-Shut up!” Ace raised his voice by an octave, trying to move into deeper waters. If he was any younger and was still going through puberty, he was so sure his voice would have cracked. 

“Hey! I’m joking, I’m joking,” You say. But you weren't very convincing because you were still chuckling. “You’ll drown if you go too deep. I can't save you, you know. We’ll both die. I’ll tell you the reason, so come back.”

Ace stood for a moment, a few ways farther from you. When he glanced back, you looked at him with such simple, pleading eyes, sported with a cheeky smile to boot when he moved closer to relent.

“Fine…”

“...You have to keep this a secret, too.” Your voice grows timid, hand grasping his wrist now.

Ace doesn't speak, waiting for you to continue.

“I like Marco.”