#one piece portgas d ace

[chooppi]

♡ DRUNK CUDDLES - PORTGAS D ACE

WARNINGS: mentions of being drunk, fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 494

the fact that your boyfriend even found his way home is a miracle. he can barely even stand properly as you open the door to see his drunken state after a house party over at his younger brother’s place.

“baby,” he mumbles while stepping inside, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “missed you so much…you’re so pretty.”

you lock the door behind him before brushing a hand through his dark messy hair. “i missed you too, can you take off your shoes?” he nods and quickly kicks his shoes off, losing his balance while doing so, almost taking you to the floor with him.

“sorry,” he whispers, his face still hidden in your neck as if he’s about to fall asleep right there on the spot. all of his weight is on you now and it’s almost getting difficult to stand up straight. “it’s okay, let’s just go to sleep, okay?”

ace sighs and keeps holding onto you while you take him towards the bedroom. “why are you still awake?” he asks when you struggle out of his grip and grab his hand instead, making it easier for yourself to walk properly. “i wanted to make sure you got home,” you admit which seems to make him tear up.

“really?” he looks at you with wide eyes while you switch the lights on in your bedroom. “yes, really. you would���ve done the same for me,” you flash him a light smile and kiss his cheek. “come on, lay down. you need to get some sleep so you can sober up.”

your boyfriend looks at you as if you hung the stars. his eyes are twinkling and filled with tears that only grows bigger when you kiss his cheek. “‘m so lucky…” he whispers to himself before climbing into bed and looking at you, watching your every move. “will you cuddle with me?”

he makes it sound like it’s an uncommon occurrence, and you can only smile at the sight of him getting happy over the smallest things. “we cuddle every night, ace. unless you don’t wan-“ “no, i want to cuddle,” he reaches his hands out to pull you closer towards him, using his last bit of energy to wrap his arms around your waist.

“just don’t understand how someone so pretty would want to cuddle with me,” ace admits, closing his eyes as you begin to brush your fingers through his hair, an act that always succeed to comfort him, one that always causes him to fall asleep quickly. “don’t talk as if you’re not the most handsome man in the world. of course i want to cuddle with you, you’re my boyfriend.”

“am i a good boyfriend?” he asks while putting his leg over yours, pulling you impossibly closer to him. “the best boyfriend, i love you so much,” you whisper which causes him to smile widely. “good, i love you more…”

[sasa-chan]

[dollcher]

suggestive ୨୧.

you were clung onto ace's back as he did his push ups and you were babbling about whatever. this had become an almost everyday routine between you two when he worked out. he wanted to make himself stronger and having you on his back as extra weight was perfect for him — plus he loved hearing you yap to him and he loved the warmth of your body against his.

as he did his umpteenth push up of the day, your fingers accidentally grazed over his nipples while you had been trying to adjust yourself. if you weren't flushed up against him, you would have missed the tiny gasp that left his lips and the way his body had tensed, even though it was just for a second.

you smiled to yourself as you thought of a way of teasing your boyfriend.

you continued to go on with what you were talking about but now your fingers were slowly circling around his areola, just close enough to his nipples to give him a sliver of pleasure. you could hear his breathing getting more ragged and the tips of his ears turning a bright red. your plan was working and you wanted to see how long you could keep this going.

your fingers flicked over one of his nipple and a quiet whimper spilled from ace's lips. "what was that, honey?", you asked innocently, your index hovering over his now hardened bud.

"n-nothing, sweetheart," he mumbled out, lowering himself near to the ground before pushing back up. "what were you saying?"

you pouted at the lack of reaction from him but you weren't going to give up. as you kept harping on, and truthfully you didn't even really know what you were talking about, your fingers continued to rub over his nipples in slow circles. you could hear him letting out those soft, sweet noises that had your panties staining and core growing hot.

gosh, he was such a dream.

he suddenly dropped himself to the ground, mumbling something to himself under his breath. "what are you saying?", you asked him, brushing away the wet strands of hair that stuck to his forehead.

he looked back to you, a smirk plastered on his face and scoffed. "you really know how to rile me up, don't ya doll?"

© dollcher. do not copy, repost, or translate any works.

[srpayt0n]

First time drawing Ace?? i guess

I did exactly the same as with Kidd, I always have to do a test drawing to make a character I'm drawing look..decent, but it takes me about 5 (? tries to memorize the character design and stylize it!

[dollychou]

PLEASING YOU ❤︎︎

summary ๑ ace reaches his own peak while pleasuring you.

content ๑ pure smut! fem!reader. face riding. hands free orgasm.

ace has one hand groping your ass, while his other fists his cock so desperately, pre glistening on his tip. you're on top of him, riding his tongue, coating him with your sweetness. you taste so good, he could eat you out everyday — which he already does.

his tongue swirls around your wet folds, flicking over your sensitive clit and shoving it inside to get an even better taste of you. "oh baby," he moans. "you're so sweet, fuckkk." he begins stroking himself faster and harder, groaning into your pussy, the vibrations sending you over the edge.

you grip the headboard tighter, rolling your hips further down onto his tongue, practically smushing his head with your thighs. he's somewhat suffocated but man, he does not care. it just riles him on, suckling on you and guzzling down everything that you have to offer him.

"aceee~," you whine out, eyes getting cross-eyed from the waves of pleasure crashing through you. you're bubbling out nonsense, feeling dumbed from the way his mouth and tongue are working on your sopping cunt.

with the way you're moaning — so high pitched and so adorable — he starts losing his mind. he removes his hand off of his cock and now both of them are under your ass cheeks, hoisting you up a little to get a better angle. spit is dribbling down his lips and it's slobbering all over you, the lewd noises filling the room.

ace latches his mouth off of you, his eyes looking down at the hot mess he had made of your cunt. he stops to admire it for a few moments, placing soft kisses all over, making your body tremble a little. "you're so pretty," he mumbles. you peer down at him, a pink hue flushing your cheeks when you realise he's talking to your poor, little cunt.

"always so good," he babbles. "so sweet, so gorgeous, just for me." he runs a long strip over your slit, slow and gentle. he does this repeatedly, loving the way your breath hitches in your throat every time he does so.

he starts his nasty assault again on your pussy, devouring you like a man starved. he looks at you through half-lidded eyelids and the moment he sees the way your face is contorted so cutely, he's whining into your pussy, continuing to ravage on you. he's bucking his hips into the air, white pearls of cum dripping from his pretty pink tip.

"oh my gosh," you cry out, tugging harshly on his hair. "'m cumming!"

in the next few seconds, your body trembles as you reach your high, thighs squishing his head even more that it's a wonder he's even getting any air to breathe. he laps everything up, your arousal slick on his lips. he's smirking against your folds, loving the way you taste. one thing you don't notice though is how his body quivers too, his hips jerking up as if chasing his own high.

you raise your hips up from his face, and you see ace's flushed out face, his expression coy. his fingers are tracing circles over your body, his cheek resting on the inside of your thigh. he's pouting like a cute, lost puppy as his big eyes gaze up at you.

"what is it, baby?," you ask him.

his eyes flutter closed in slight embarrassment as he admits to you, "seems like you're not the only one who finished."

you eye him in confusion as you get yourself off of him. but then you see the streaks of white tainting his stomach. you giggle as you place a tender kiss to his lips. "seems you enjoyed yourself just as much as i did."

his face flushes a deep pink, caressing your cheeks softly as he mumbles out a quiet 'shut up.' but there's no malice behind it — despite his abashed state, he finds great satisfaction with the fact that he can get off without even having to touch himself. and he wonders how many more times he can make this happen in the future.

© dollychou ⋮ do not copy, repost, or translate any works.

[meatloafzzz]

✨🔥🔥✨

[honeyshiddendesire]

Telling Them “I’ll be a disgusting whore for you.” Headcanons

Warnings: MDNI! Vaginal penetration! Public touching/sex! Free Use Kink! Oral sex (female&male receiving)! Rough sex! Spanking! Hair pulling! Dirty talk! Praise & degradation! Cervix fucking! Deep throat! PARTNER SHARING MENTIONED IN ZORO’s SPOT!!

Characters: Shanks, Zoro & Ace

*masterlist* *dividers*

@hellish-heart-ships reshared your original request on my new blog 🥰

Shanks

It’s rare for you to surprise this man but babbbyy~ you got him.

Walking over to him with a shy innocent look, you leaned down into his ear in the packed bar.

“Captain~ can’t we go to your private quarters so I can be your disgusting whore tonight?”

His face became as red as his hair and the look on his face was priceless!!

Quickly collecting himself he ran a hand threw his hair to get back that signature smirk, “Oh darlin’ with a request like that who could refuse?”

Shanks would waste no time throwing you over his shoulder, slapping your ass proudly as he passes his crew with a wink.

Shanks would definitely hold you to your word by the way so get ready!!

Your throat will definitely be sore when he fucks that slutty mouth of yours.

“Naughty little thing~ asking a man somethin’ like that in front of his crew?” Shanks gave a breathy chuckle shaking his head as he looked down at you choking on his cock. “Lucky they didn’t hear and get jealous.” Hips snapping into your mouth making you gag, spit dripping in globs onto your lap. “My sexy disgusting whore.”

He would fuck your throat hard definitely wanting to leave it sore. He wants to make sure you can’t catch him by surprise like that again.

“Gotta make sure this nasty mouth of yours stays shut.”

I forgot to add that he wouldn’t take you back to the Captain’s quarters instead opting for the alley behind the bar. Cause after he’s done fucking your throat it’ll be your 🐱 next.

“Acting all surprised babydoll. Don’t forget I am still a pirate.”

Bent over hands pressed against the cold wall as he drills that pussy from the back. Spanking you occasionally till you're red like his hair.

Singular hand pulling you back by your hair as his hips snap forward to finish off the last bits of your voice.

“Wanna make sure my disgusting whore stays quiet for a couple days. Hope you don’t mind.” Shanks is cocky as he makes you cum on his dick with a silent scream.

Do it again. Do it often. Cause now he’s in love lol 😂

He’s a free spirit so having some spark will be nice but if you’re shy and finally come out of your shell then he’ll love shoving you back in. Waiting for when you pop back out.

All in all…HE LOVES DIRTY TALK!!!

So good job cause you’re now queen of the Red Hair Crew lol 😂

Zoro

This. Man. Was. Shocked!

Zoro can’t recover as fast as Shanks though. RED AS A TOMATO!!

He will literally snatch your wrist up and drag you away.

Gasping as he shoved you into the wall, voice a whispering shout. “Dammit woman what the hell is wrong with you.”  You giggle at his frowned red face shrugging your shoulders.

“What? All I did was ask if I can be your disgusting whore.”

He would fuck you right there after you repeat your words. Since you wanted to act innocent and forget that you literally said it while groping his cock.

So taking you up on the offer of being a disgusting whore he would fuck you in the hallway.

Legs over those big arms of his so you can’t run away.

“I don’t give a fuck who sees. You’re the one who asked to be my disgusting whore so I’ll treat you as such. Now take this fucking dick.” Bullying that thick cockhead into that spongy spot in your pussy till you were screaming. “Little whore taking her pounding like a good slut. Fuck- at least this whore got some good pussy though.”

If you were to be caught by someone, depending on who it was, he would offer them a taste too.

⚠️ PARTNER SHARING AHEAD ⚠️

Let’s say Luffy for instance would catch you- Zoro would offer up one of your holes for his dear Captain. 🤷‍♀️ just sayin lol

“What d’ya say Captain? Wanna release some energy on my little whore here?” He would give you a look to see if you were down, but of course you were. He’s your Captain too.

If it was Law!!!!-you’re getting roomed away and pounded by both men.

“I never would’ve taken you for such a whore Y/N-ya.” Law would groan as he fucks you in front, cock pounding into your pussy. Zoro in your backside making you scream from the new sensation.“Yeah best whore you’ll find.”

BUT SANJI CATCHING YALL!!! - Zoro will make him stay there and watch or leave.

“You either watch and cum in your pants or fucking leave.”

He’ll talk to you like a piece of meat after that.

Touching you groping you, expect to be his free use cutie from then on cause now he’s addicted

After training and fights, he’ll be more willing to come to you for his needs instead of holding off till you’re begging.

Your door opened to a sweaty Zoro, he must’ve been done with a workout. His body glistened as his chest rose and fell quickly. Slamming the door he stalked over to you watching as you stood from your desk chair with a raised brow. Zoro snarled as he pressed your head down to the wood. Body glued to your back, molding against you as he whispered hotly in your ear.

“Thought training would ease the frustrations but I guess my body’s just getting used to this pussy doin all the hard work.”

Expect to be called his disgusting whore frequently cause now the name seems so fitting for a Kat like you

“Disgusting whore choking on my cock like ima pay you or somethin’. Fuuuuuck- you ain’t getting shit from me except this cum. Swallow up baby.”

Ace

Oh great you broke him 🙄😂

This poor boy smh 🤦‍♀️ he’ll pop a boner so fast all leaky and red.

Swallowing hard as he leans in to ask you quietly if you’re sure

“B-babe what do you mean?” He asked in a nervous chuckle making you lean in to whisper how you wanted to do the nastiest of things to him. “I wanna get fucked like your disgusting whore.”

He would literally race you to the room giggling and laughing like a couple of goofballs

Whiny despite you saying you’d be the whore

Opened his eyes to some taboo and dirty things

Shows you trust him by saying stuff like that and it warms his heart so he cums fast the first time you say it but he recovers quick

“Dirty whore just for me -Fuckfuckfuck- I’m so lucky-shit you’re so perfect, baby.” Hands clawing your hips as you ride his thick cock with skilled circles. Leaving him whimpering as you say equally dirty things.

Loves how you can never get enough

It’s reassuring to him to see you always so worked up for him

“Look at this pussy leaking.” He’ll groan out as he watches your juices flow with each bounce.

Just like Zoro and Shanks, he would come to you a lot more freely with his desires now knowing that you’re so “down bad”

Queue being a free use slut suddenly cause that’s the role you play for them now 😮‍💨

They’re love for you has only grown in seeing you be vulnerable with such a request

But just because Ace will come to you more doesn’t make him any less red when asking you.

“Hey baby girl. Think it’s time to change the sheets, no? Maybe you should help.” Ace will say as an excuse. You find it cute that he wants you yet holds it in. So teasing him you step forward with a finger going up to his lips.

“Ace baby~ don’t be shy, didn’t I tell you I’ll be a disgusting whore for you. ”

Ace is a quick learner so whatever you want to try or do he’s more than willing

Need Ace to sub= he’s subbing

Need Ace to dom= best believe he’s fucking your cervix like it’s the one piece itself

You may have told them you’d be their disgusting whore but they would do anything you needed from them.

“Like that hot stuff? Don’t worry baby girl I’ll fuck you like the whore I know you are baby.”

[gangnamstylemaster54]

my version of ace :3c just got to water7!

[livelaughloveluffy]

flirt - portgas d. ace

a/n: ace, my flirty king 😭😭😭 it's about time to honor this man with this fic because this is truly his strong suit. also wano is making me miss ace so much more than usual 😭😭😭😭😭

nothing but fluff here 💗

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-ace can't take his eyes off of you; you'll often catch him blatantly staring at you, broad smile slowly growing on his face. some times, he'll make silly faces at you from across the room. but you'll always find his eyes somehow locked onto you.

-he adores your laugh, it's like music to his ears. so like his brother, he'll do anything to hear it. ace is full of jokes and funny stories, but his go-to move for making you laugh is tickling you. he's always super sneaky about it too, he'll make it seem like he's just going to stand behind you, gently placing his hand on your waist, and before you know it, you're on the floor screaming for mercy with the little air that's left in your lungs between giggle fits.

-ace is the king of cheesy pick up lines. and somehow he always makes them sound a lot more charming then they actually are (it's definitely because he's just so beautiful).

-his effortless casual way of creating banter is truly admirable. he somehow finds the best ways to slide himself into your conversations, teasing you to the point that you're giddy like a schoolgirl, he's not satisfied unless your ears and cheeks are bright red, leaving you a blushing mess with the biggest smile on his face.

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a/n: enjoyed this fic? here's my masterlist!!

[imsaikotik]

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[chooppi]

04. BITCH I CAN’T FUCKING SEE - THROUGH IT ALL

THREE | MASTERLIST | FIVE

PAIRING: bassist!portgas d ace x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: being dragged to a concert when a band you have never heard of is performing may sound boring, but what if there’s a cute bassist there that’s got all eyes on him while his eyes are only on you?

TAG LIST: @vyainide @w2mini @hlken @squishytap @rvm1ne @gojossixtheyes

[h1nanii]

i’m like 1000% going through an ace drought cause i’ve read everything everywhere so literally i’ll take scraps or whatever you can come up with anything freaky with ace i’d get on my knees and praise you like the goddess you are

sincerely, kiwi 🥝

I read Ace & freaky—immediately got to work.

Here’s :

BURNING SECRETS

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Fem!Reader

[Genre: NSFW 18+ Romance, canon-verse context, humiliation, Friends to situationship/Lovers. Perv!Ace, Jealousy, Drama]

[Warnings: Explicit language, NSFW scenes , Masturbation, oral sex (f! Receiving), penetrative sex, underwear kink, light dom/sub, mutual obsession, dirty talk]

A simple dream, just like every other night—until you appeared right there, in between his legs sucking him off with that pretty smile of yours, looking up at him through your lashes with your eyes half dazed made the tent in his pants stand straighter—poking through the thick sheets of his bed. But it was just a dream, yeah you were his best friend but why did a few seconds unconscious turn his mind over entirely?

MINORS DNI

You’d been crewmates for nearly 3 years now, and friends for most of it. Ace was… Ace. Loyal, reckless, kind. You knew he treated you a little differently—shielding you in fights when he didn’t need to, looking just a little too long when you were sunbathing on the deck—but neither of you ever said anything. It was easier to pretend.

At least it had been.

Lately, he’d been weird. He avoided you during meals, flinched when you touched his arm, and worst of all—he blushed. Ace, the shameless flirt, the devil-may-care fire-fist—blushed whenever you leaned too close.

You cornered Marco about it once. “Is Ace okay?”

Marco raised a brow at you and smirked knowingly. “He’s fine. Just sorting out some… dreams.”

That stuck with you longer than you wanted.

Ace wasn’t proud of it.

He woke up three nights ago, drenched in sweat, your name slipping from his lips, hips grinding into a sticky mess of sheets. He’d dreamt of your fingers tangled in his hair, your mouth on his neck, soft gasps against his skin.

And ever since then, he couldn’t look you in the eye.

The dreams didn’t stop. If anything, they got worse—more vivid. When you wore that loose tank top displaying your cleavage, he had to excuse himself. When you teased him about stealing his dessert, he nearly combusted—literally. He almost scorched the deck.

And then… there were the panties.

He swore he wasn’t trying to be a pervert. But one night, walking past the laundry room, he saw them—lace-trimmed, unmistakably yours. Something stupid and impulsive clicked in him, and before he knew it, they were in his pocket. He couldn’t explain it. He didn’t want to. It was shameful and raw and so not like him. But he didn’t stop. One turned into two. Then three.

You didn’t say anything, and that just made it worse.

You stood in your shared cabin with a slight frown. “Weird,” you murmured, rummaging through your drawer. A few pairs were missing. You were sure you didn’t lose them during battle or leave them in the wash.

At first, you chalked it up to laundry mix-ups or the ocean winds claiming a few unlucky pieces left on the line. But three pairs in a week? That was suspicious. You considered asking Marco if there was some prank going around. But then you noticed Ace acting… off.

He’d been your closest friend aboard the Moby Dick—wild, warm, full of laughter and fire. And ever since the last island stop, he’d barely been able to hold your gaze. His usual touches—careless hand on your thigh during dinner, brushing your hair from your face when the wind blew—had stopped. He seemed jumpy when you got too close.

You thought about confronting him, but what would you even say?

“Hey Ace, have you seen my underwear and also why do you get flustered when I sit on your lap now?”

Yeah. No.

That morning, the sun had barely crested the horizon when you padded down the hallway toward the shared showers. Your towel was slung over your shoulder, still yawning as you turned the corner—only to freeze just outside the cracked-open bathroom door.

You heard a moan.

Low. Male. Familiar.

You knew you should’ve left. Turned around, acted like you heard nothing. But then—

“Aah… fuck…[Name]…”

Your entire body froze. You stepped closer without thinking, breath catching as your fingers gently pushed the door open just a sliver more.

Steam billowed through the room, hot and thick. But it didn’t hide him.

Ace was in the corner, back arched slightly as he leaned against the tiled wall, one hand gripping the sink—the other wrapped around his dick.

And wrapped tightly around his fist was a scrap of black lace.

Your panties.

Your throat went dry.

Then your eyes took in the situation, the exposure, how his ego matched up to his size. Then the realization hit and you immediately left flustered, did that really just happen?

You turned and left, heart racing, panties soaked.

—

—

You didn’t say anything for the rest of the day. Neither did he.

But that night, when you passed by his bunk and saw him fidgeting with the blanket pulled suspiciously high, you stopped.

“Need help getting off, fire-fist?” you asked coolly.

He froze. “W-What?”

You leaned in, fingers brushing his sheets, voice low.

“I know what you did in the bathroom this morning,” you purred. “I saw everything.”

The color drained from his face, then surged back in a blazing blush.

“You—fuck—I didn’t mean for you to—” he stammered, panic lacing his voice.

You silenced him with a finger to his lips, sliding into his bunk beside him. “You could’ve just asked, Ace,” you whispered, lips brushing his jaw. “I would’ve given you more than my underwear.”

His cock twitched against his thigh under the blanket.

Ace’s pupils were blown wide, chest heaving as he stared at you like you were some fever dream come to life. The blanket was still half-tented over his lap, hiding nothing. You’d slid under it with him, pressed skin-to-skin in the dark of the bunk, your thigh brushing his.

“I didn’t want you to find out like that,” he breathed.

“But you still stole them,” you teased, fingers drifting to his chest. “You wanted me, didn’t you?”

He swallowed hard. “You have no idea.”

You leaned in, lips grazing his ear. “Then show me.”

That was all it took.

Ace growled—actually growled—and grabbed your hips, dragging you onto his lap like you weighed nothing. His mouth crashed into yours, all heat and desperation, and his hands were already under your shirt, pushing it up, palms rough and hot as they skimmed your waist.

“Fuck, you’re so soft,” he whispered, biting your bottom lip. “I’ve thought about this every night. Every time I saw you in those little shorts—those panties—I’d get so fucking hard it hurt.”

You rolled your hips, grinding down on the thick, straining bulge under you. “Why didn’t you just take me?”

He snarled softly, voice breaking. “Didn’t think you wanted me. Thought you’d laugh. That you’d think I was a pervert.”

You laced your fingers in his hair and yanked his head back just enough to meet his eyes. “I moaned your name after I saw you this morning, Ace. Fingers in my pussy, soaking wet, thinking about your dick. You think I didn’t want you?”

The look on his face nearly made you come undone right then.

Ace flipped you, pressing you into the mattress, his mouth trailing fire down your body. Shirt gone. Panties peeled off slowly—reverently. He held them up for a second, smirking.

“These are the ones I came in two days ago.”

“You’re disgusting,” you laughed breathlessly.

“I’ll wear the title proudly,” he murmured, then kissed your inner thigh, dragging his tongue slowly up to your dripping slit.

You gasped when he licked you—once, teasing and slow, then again with more hunger, more intent. He groaned like he’d just tasted the sea after a month in the desert.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he muttered, tongue circling your clit. “So much better than my imagination.”

He devoured you, messy and passionate, alternating between slow sucks and fast flicks of his tongue, fingers digging into your thighs to hold you still. You were already trembling, hands tangled in his hair, grinding your hips up to meet every stroke.

“Shit, Ace—gonna cum—” you gasped, voice breaking.

“Do it,” he growled. “Wanna feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

You shattered, clamping around nothing, thighs trembling, moaning his name like it was the only word you knew. Ace didn’t stop until you were twitching from overstimulation.

He kissed up your body, lips shiny and smug.

“I need to fuck you now,” he whispered, grinding his cock against your folds. “Can I?”

You reached between you, wrapped your hand around him—hot, thick, leaking.

“God yes.”

He pushed in slowly, filling you inch by inch, and you both moaned at the stretch. He buried himself to the hilt, head dropping to your shoulder.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered hoarsely. “Fuck—you’re perfect.”

He started moving—deep, slow thrusts that made your toes curl. He held your wrists above your head, bodies pressed close, his lips brushing yours every time he bottomed out.

The rhythm built—faster, harder, his hips slapping against yours, your moans echoing in the cramped bunk. Your second orgasm hit fast, full-body, walls clenching around him as you cried out.

Ace followed seconds later, burying his face in your neck as he groaned through his release, cock twitching deep inside you, flooding you with warmth.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of your heavy breathing and the creak of the ship.

Then he nuzzled into your neck.

“I’m keeping the panties,” he murmured, spent but smug.

You laughed, smacked his chest, and pulled him in for another kiss.

“Next time,” you whispered, “you ask first.”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

—

—

You and Ace never talked about what you were after that night.

No labels. No morning-after confessions. No “what are we?” talk.

But your body still ached in the best way. Your lips still tingled from his kisses. And your thighs still bore faint bruises from where his fingers had gripped you like he was afraid you’d disappear.

You didn’t bring it up. Neither did he.

But something had changed.

He was everywhere. Hovering. Watching. Brushing his hand over your lower back when others got too close. His laughs were still loud, his smirk still cocky—but his eyes never left you.

And when Thatch leaned too close over the map table, teasing you about your “distracted little face”, you barely had time to laugh before a familiar heat flared behind you.

Ace.

He slid in between you and Thatch, all easy grin and not-so-easy arm around your waist. “Funny, Thatch. Didn’t know we were handing out shitty pick-up lines today.”

Thatch blinked. “Whoa, relax, firestarter. Just making conversation.”

Ace didn’t answer. Just smiled with too many teeth and pulled you closer. His fingers curled around your hip like a silent dare.

Later that night, you confronted him in the dark corner of the upper deck.

“What the hell was that?”

He leaned against the wall, jaw tight. “Didn’t like him touching you.”

You narrowed your eyes. “We’re not together, Ace.”

His expression twisted. “Don’t care.”

You stepped in, standing between his legs. “So you want me, but you don’t want to say it?”

His hand shot out, gripping your wrist, pulling you down into his lap. “I said I didn’t like it.”

“And what are you gonna do about it?” you whispered.

His lips crashed into yours.

The kiss was rough this time—none of the slow teasing from before. He bit your bottom lip hard enough to sting, then dragged his mouth down to your neck.

“I’m gonna remind you who fucked you so good you couldn’t walk straight the next day,” he growled.

You gasped as he lifted your leg over his thigh, hand sliding between them to cup your heat through your shorts.

“Still wet for me?” he whispered, hot against your ear. “Even after flirting with someone else?”

You rocked your hips into his hand. “Wasn’t flirting.”

“Don’t care.” His voice darkened. “You’re mine. Whether we say it or not.”

He shoved your shorts to the side and slid two fingers in with zero warning, groaning when he felt how ready you were. “This pussy knows who it belongs to.”

You bit down on his shoulder to muffle your cry, legs trembling already.

He fucked you with his fingers, deep and possessive, other hand on your throat—not tight, just there, grounding you in his presence.

Then he pulled out.

You whimpered.

He flipped you, bending you over the wooden railing with your shorts down to your knees, his cock already rock-hard, leaking against your ass.

“You want Thatch to see who this pussy really belongs to?” he growled, lining himself up.

“No,” you panted, arching back into him. “Just you.”

“Damn right.”

He slammed into you in one smooth thrust, deep and unforgiving.

You nearly screamed.

He set a brutal pace, hand gripping your hip, the other sliding up to tangle in your hair, tugging your head back so he could whisper filth against your neck.

“Gonna fill you up,” he hissed. “Make sure you’re leaking me for hours. Maybe then they’ll back the fuck off.”

You clenched hard around him.

He felt it. Smirked against your skin.

“You like that, don’t you? Me claiming you.”

You whimpered, “Yes, fuck—Ace—”

He reached down and rubbed your clit in fast, tight circles, hips stuttering as your walls tightened again.

You came hard, legs shaking, voice hoarse.

Ace followed with a loud, guttural groan, burying himself deep, cock twitching as he filled you to the brim.

You both sagged against the railing, panting, sweaty.

Then, gently, he leaned in and bit your neck—just hard enough to leave a mark.

When he pulled back, his eyes met yours. Still wild. But something softer, too.

“You’re not mine, huh?” he said, voice low.

You stared at him. Heart racing.

Then: “I never said I didn’t want to be.”

He kissed you again. Slower this time.

“Then say it.”

Ace’s voice was rough. Still breathless from how hard he just fucked you against the railing, still trembling slightly from the strength of his own release. His eyes searched yours, shadowed with doubt despite the cocky tilt of his smirk. Like part of him didn’t believe he deserved to hear what you’d say next.

You didn’t hesitate.

“I want to be yours.”

His breath caught.

You cupped his face, thumb brushing the sweat-slick edge of his cheekbone. “I’ve wanted to be. Since before you started stealing my underwear, you idiot.”

That drew a crooked, boyish grin from him, but his eyes shimmered. Soft. Real.

“I didn’t know if you felt the same,” he murmured, voice dipping into something raw and almost shy. “You’re everything I wanted, but I didn’t wanna lose you if I pushed too far.”

You laughed gently and leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You fisted yourself with my panties. I think ‘too far’ left the harbor a long time ago, fire-fist.”

He groaned, letting his forehead fall to your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “You’ll never let that go, will you?”

“Never,” you whispered against his hair, then softened. “But I loved it. Loved knowing you wanted me that badly.”

His grip on your hips tightened slightly. “Still do.”

You felt him harden slightly again, still inside you, your slick heat cradling him perfectly.

His voice dropped to a whisper. “Can I stay in you a little longer?”

You nodded, lips brushing his ear. “Don’t pull out. I want it to stay in me. Want to feel full… yours.”

That broke something in him.

He shifted, just slightly, pulling you both down to the floor of the deck behind a stack of crates where no one could see. He slid your shorts off completely this time, pressing you into his chest as he kissed your temple, your cheeks, your lips—everywhere.

“I’m gonna take care of you now,” he whispered. “Not just like this. I mean all of it. No more games. You’re mine.”

“And you’re mine,” you said, nuzzling against him. “Say it.”

He met your eyes. “I’m yours.”

He rocked into you slowly now. No more frantic thrusts. Just a deep, slow glide that had you gasping all over again.

This time, it wasn’t about claiming.

It was about belonging.

And when you came again—soft, aching, clinging to his shoulders like you’d never let go—he kissed your neck and whispered, “Say it again.”

“I’m yours,” you moaned.

He followed with a low groan, filling you again, staying buried inside you as your bodies molded together like they’d always fit this way.

When you both finally settled, skin sticky with sweat and sea breeze in your hair, you let the silence hold the truth neither of you could ignore anymore.

Whatever you were before—friends, crewmates, a little more—you weren’t just that anymore.

You were his.

And he was very much yours.

[sasa-chan]

[zevanspiece]

Pick your side

[srpayt0n]

I had an idea.

[dollychou]

HOW ONE PIECE MEN SHOW LOVE TO YOUR ITTY BITTIES ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

ᰔ . . ꒰ featuring: monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji, portgas d. ace, trafalgar law ꒱

✉️ ྀི . . based on this request! hope i wrote it well since i'm a big chest girlie >_< !

monkey d. luffy does it playfully ♡

luffy loves to touch them whenever and wherever he can. you have had to tell him off on a few occasions to explain to him that he can't just be fondling with it in just any odd place. and even though he pouts and doesn't truly understand the harm, he respects your wishes.

though who can blame him? — he just really likes how they feel. you tell him that they're so tiny and there's nothing to grab but he shuts you down by giving it a soft squish. you yelp at the feeling and despite your frown and scoldings, there's truly no malice behind it. you secretly love how he just touches them regardless of the time of day. while he's eating, or when he just walks by, he shows them a massive amount of love and that's all cause he likes them just that much!

"they're sort of bigger than mine," he comments while grabbing onto his chest and on to one of your boobs. your face flushes a deep pink and you think he's teasing you but when you see his face, you can tell he was simply stating an observation and really meant nothing by it. he looks at you with this adorably curious expression and asks, "you think one of your bras could fit me?"

"luffy!," you yell, flicking his forehead lightly. he rubs the spot where you hit him and pouts. "ouch! what? i was just asking! maybe we can share!" despite your frown, you can't help the sweet feeling that bubbles inside of you. your boyfriend can be pretty clueless and dumb at times but you know he'd never say anything with animosity — if anything, you find it all so amusing regardless of what you may say.

roronoa zoro does it sincerely ♡

zoro cannot comprehend why you feel as if you're less pretty or sexy for not having such big boobs. he's not with you for that and so he doesn't see it as such a problem. but he knows you can get insecure about it from time to time so he's made it a priority of his to tell you how much he adores them at any moment he can.

whenever he's feeling stressed or tired, he loves to cup one of them in either one or both of his hands and squeeze them. they're like stress balls to him. and he adores how he can fit it all in his hand and that it is just for him to hold. sometimes he forgets how much strength he has and accidentally squeezes it a bit too hard, leaving a bruise.

you're wearing one of his tees and staring at yourself in the mirror with this disappointed look on your face. he comes in from behind you, eyeing you up and down with a small smirk on his face. "stealing my clothes now hm?," he muses, lightly ruffling your hair. you sigh and jut your bottom lip out as you feel over your chest. "i practically look like a boy. there's nothing there," you breath out, your face falling even further.

he knits his eyebrows together in slight frustration at hearing your words. he wraps an arm around your waist and nuzzles his face into your neck, peppering soft kisses along it. "you look good. much better than i do in this so you keep it," he whispers, landing a sweet peck to your cheek. you look at him through the mirror and can see he means what he says and though there's a part of you that doesn't wholly believe it, your heart flutters at how much he shows your adoration for you and your cute boobs!

vinsmoke sanji does it lovingly ♡

when sanji finds out your insecurity with your 'perfectly crafted chest' — as he so put it — he's showering you with compliments every single day. it's not always specifically about your chest though, just anything and everything to do with your blinding beauty. "you're the most beautiful woman in the world"; "my heart cannot handle how divine you look"; "i'm always in awe of your beauty" — just some of the many compliments he has said to you on a daily basis.

whenever you wear anything that reveals even a bit of your chest, he's head over heels. he's running and prancing around telling you how gorgeous you look. and he does not even try to be discreet. he's staring right at it, eyes glued to it and you have to smack him across the head to get him back to his senses. though it only works for a matter of seconds before he's gazing back at them almost dreamily.

you've arrived at fishman island and the moment he sees you wearing the cutest bikini set, his nose is bleeding and he feels his heart pounding out of his chest. usopp and chopper do their best to revive him and thankfully, they pull through! you hold him in your arms and stroke his hair and sigh softly, "sweetheart, what got into you?"

he cups your face and smiles dearly, "my love, you just look so... sexy in this set. and the top is so cute, it fits so perfectly. and before you say anything, look at the state you put me in! god, you're much more beautiful than any mermaid around." your cheeks dust with a light pink shade and you peer down at yourself. though you don't entirely see how he can have such a reaction to you when all these other girls and mermaids are around, it still brings a smile to your face that he sees you so beautifully.

portgas d. ace does it openly ♡

ace has no shame when it comes to worshipping your bitty boobs — and yes, he worships them. when he comes up behind to hug you, his hands will go from your waist and slowly but surely slide up to give your chest some loving. you swat at his hands, scolding him to not do such things so publicly, but he doesn't listen and instead gives them another gentle squeeze. and the minute he hears you say anything bad about them — "they're so small"; "how can you like them?"; "i wish they were bigger" — he scoops you up in his arms and starts to kiss them all over. in between each kiss he'll say, "they're perfect. they're perfect 'cause they're yours."

he loves to lay his face in between them, patting softly on both of them with his hands. he likes the thumping noises they make when he does so. he'll pretend as if he's playing the drums, making 'ba-dum' and 'pshh' noises from his mouth. at times, he gets a bit too excited and hits just a bit harder than usual which earns him a light slap to his cheek. and you want to be mad at him but with the way he pouts and looks at with you with those puppy eyes of his, it's damn hard to be.

ace is getting into bed, crawling on top of you. his eyes are drooping with sleep but the second he sees you in that adorable lingerie top of yours, he's suddenly awake! he dons that infamous smirk of his and lowers down your top to expose your chest and he lets out a content sigh. he just looks at them for a few seconds, not uttering a word, which gets you red in the face, flushed from embarrassment.

he begins kissing it and giving your nipples little kitten licks which makes you let out soft, quiet noises that has him smiling from ear to ear. he feels your fingers tangle in his hair, gently combing through it. he flops down on you and begins to suckle on your boobs. god, he wishes he could just do this forever and if he could, he knows he'd die a happy man. "my two sweet little things," he sighs heartily, going back to show some more love.

trafalgar law does it delicately ♡

law knows how much this insecurity of yours can bother you and though he's never been so good with his words, he does his best to show you. he might just hold them in his hands mindlessly as he works or he might pepper them with kisses before going to bed — he tries his best to ease your mind of this in whatever way he can and he hopes he's doing his best.

he sees the way you look at other woman, your face falling when you see the 'assets' they possess and you don't. the minute he senses that you're doubting yourself, he brings you into his embrace and places a kiss to your temple and whispers to you, "have i told you you're beautiful?". you smile sweetly, letting out a sigh and snuggling into his arms. he whispers a few more sweet-nothings to you and does so until you let go and sees that bright grin of yours again.

you had recently bought this new lingerie set and were wanting to use it to spice up the bedroom. you're standing in front of law, twiddling with your fingers nervously. he tilts his head and walks closer to you, asking softly, "what's wrong?". he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, patiently waiting for you to confide in him. he's trying his best not to just tear it apart and eat you up this very second.

you tell him that you think it looks unflattering on you because you don't have bigger boobs and he instantly pulls you in, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead. "you look so good," he says, eyes roaming all over your body. "it doesn't matter to me that they're small. they're pretty to me regardless." safe to say, he really showed you how much he loves and appreciates your body how they are. and afterwards he thinks to himself that he needs to buy you more of those lingerie sets.

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