Gosh, I Simp Too Much Here Like The Art Community Be Making Me Think Such Unholy Stuff 🫣 😫

🤜Brotherly Bonding Moment🤛

*hits you with a pipe* sorrgy accident :3

I wanna be hugged

&

squished in those tender bits

Now, why you gotta be so sweet to me 🧸

𝜗𝜚⠀ㅤ⏖ 𓊆ྀི DRESSED UP 𓊇ྀི

❛ trying on a dress in front of the second division commander of your crew made him flurry exactly the way you wanted. ❜

⠀ㅤ⠀ㅤ💭　𓂃 pairing : 𝓐ce x 𝓡eader ㅤ───ㅤㅤcw 𝄞 fluff. ace is pretty much taken by you. reader is kind of flirtatious & very feminine. mutual pining but are unaware of it.

𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼 ૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა .ᐟ just something i whipped up last night! i am truly head over heels for this man, he is so scrumptious <3

you strolled around the town your crew had docked at the night before, ace following close behind. you had found out that this town was well known for the cute and pretty garments that they designed — specifically specialising in lacy and elegant dresses which was exactly your style! finding such apparel was hard to come by within the grand line but you've always adored dressing up ever since you were a little girl, and that remained true to this day. so you did your best to alter your clothes to your liking — adding ribbons and bows, adding lace wherever you could, adding florals and hearts. thankfully, whitebeard let you splurge and indulge in your fashion, as long as they remained practical for whenever combat arose.

the two of you had been wandering around for a few minutes, your eyes shimmering with mirth with every store you passed by. ace couldn't help the amity that effloresced within his chest as he saw the pure delight that was emanating from your face. he quite adored how much you loved shopping for clothes and the care and thought you put into every single outfit you adorned. there was never a day where you didn't look absolutely breathtaking. right from the way you styled your hair to the accessories you bore — you always looked so gorgeous.

you finally stopped by in front of a shop that had flowers and vines dangling from its sign and they were displaying the most feminine and dainty pieces ace had ever seen. he did admit that he did very much like what he was seeing but he felt rather out of place to be walking into a shop like this — he could only see women inside as they ambled across the aisles and picked out clothes off the racks. he worried that him being there would make them feel weary. but before he could even voice his concerns to you, you were already dragging him inside.

after a good few minutes of you rummaging around the shop, you had acquired a mountain full of clothes that you wanted to try on. you were in one of the changing rooms as ace stood outside, holding on to each of the garments you had selected. almost an hour had passed by and you were now trying on the last piece you had left. you had apologised earlier for taking so much time but truthfully, ace wasn't really complaining. it just meant he got to spend time with you, and he wouldn't ever pass up such an opportunity.

"ace?", you trilled from within the changing room.

"yeah?", he replied. "is something wrong?"

"nope, i just want your opinion on this dress. i'm not sure if this really complements my skin tone or not. so do you mind if i show it to you?"

he could feel his heart thumping madly against his chest at your request. for a moment, he simply stayed silent, his mind racing with thoughts of you modelling the dresses for him. a rosy pink dusted his cheeks as the images of you donning the previous pretty pieces flitted through his head. when he heard you call out his name though, he quickly shook his head in an attempt to clear away the images he had conjured of you which he felt rather guilty for now.

"are you sure i'm the right one to ask? maybe i could call—"

you cut him off by saying meekly, "no. i want your opinion."

ace's cheeks turned a darker shade of pink as he held his hands to his chest, trying to compose himself and slow down his beating heart. he took in a deep breath and said, "alright, go ahead and show me."

you pulled open the curtain and the second he laid his eyes on you, he could feel himself turn to mush. you were wearing a lavish, yellow dress that was embellished with pearls and white gems all around, and frills all along the bottom. you were fiddling with the sleeves as you looked down bashfully. "so, what do you think?", you asked softly. "how does it look?"

where was he even meant to begin? you looked truly stunning in it. he swore he hadn't ever seen a woman as beautiful as you. you looked heavenly, angelic, lovely—

"yeah it's very nice," was all he could bring himself to say. he wanted the ground to swallow him whole at how daffy he felt in this moment. there was so much more he wanted to say to you and all he could say was 'nice'? that word was not nearly enough to encompass how ethereal you looked.

"aw, just nice?", you asked dolefully. your lips had turned into a small pout, your doe eyes looking up at him — the ones that tugged at his heartstrings sweetly yet fiercely.

"well no!", he rebutted instantly. "it's not just nice. i mean, the colour is pretty. it suits you. and the frills are a cute touch."

he continued to ramble on, complimenting every aspect of the dress. his flushed face and flustered demeanour amused you — one of the most dangerous and most powerful pirates the world had seen and yet here he was, struggling to even form coherent sentences in front of you. you found it so adorable that you could rile him up so easily and that this was a sight only you had the luxury of witnessing. you didn't want anybody else to see him like this nor ever wanted anybody else to make him feel this way aside from you.

an impish smile tugged at your lips as you thought of another way to flurry the man even more. you took a step closer towards him and you gestured for him to lean forward towards you. he did as you said, his gaze flickering over your entire body, the blush now tinging his neck and ears. you cupped a hand over his ear as you whispered in a honeyed tone, "did you want to see me in something sexier?"

his entire body froze at your words, his hands balling into tight fists underneath the clothes he held. his breathing quickened and he feared his knees would buckle any second, sending him toppling over you. he did his best to keep himself upright and to stop the indecent thoughts that dared to infiltrate his mind. that proved to be a much more difficult challenge than he had anticipated.

"w-what? no, i-," he sputtered, feeling more abashed than ever. he scrambled to find words but he failed to do so.

you giggled at his behaviour, finding him more charming than ever before. "i'm just playing with you. i think i'm going to get this. i think you like it too, right?". all he could do was nod in agreement before shutting the curtain hastily.

messing around with him like this filled you with a gaiety that you couldn't find elsewhere. you knew that the handsome and charismatic dark-haired man had feelings for you, and it would be a lie to say that you didn't feel the same. you were just waiting for the day for him to profess his feelings to come around. until then, this form of coquetry towards him would have to suffice, hoping soon enough that he would catch on to your antics.

The fact I understand THESE SONGS to the bottom of my soul and can totally comprehend how each matches them to an uncomfortable degree 😅🫠🫣

Ya get me?

Even if you're awkward or don't know how, lending a hand to try and comfort helps to share understanding

ace trying to comfort luffy after a nightmare

(plus an actual drawing i made cuz i got inspired)

Sabo passing over the responsibility role to Deuce like, "That's the gist. Best of luck" 👌

survival lessons can also apply to a ship

❤️the sheer gentle expression❤️

thinking about sailing together with buggy in the future

💭 sleepy lil' boys 💭

Henriëtte Ronner-Knip - The Trio (1896)

CRAWLING

ALL OVER

MY HEART

happy birthday to me 🍩💗

What just happened!?! 😳 🤤

God damn 🚬, just realized it was so good that I posted it twice ❤️‍🔥😈❤️‍🔥

— SWEET TOOTH: portgas d. ace x reader

KINKTOBER DAY SEVEN: FACESITTING ᥫ cw: nsfw, facesitting, oral sex ᥫ wc: 1129 ★ erm . this prompt was meant for kiryu but i couldnt figure out how to do it, so we are getting ace instead yipee cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— ACE LIKED ALL SORTS OF FOOD.

[♡]: he wasn’t quite a picky eater at all and he was always willing to try new things. the things he wouldn’t eat were a small dwindle of a handful of things, but even then he’d eat the if they were prepared right. ace didn’t have preferences, well, that is except his sweet tooth for you.

WHEN ACE FIRST ASKED YOU TO SIT ON HIS FACE, he knew you were hesitant. For starters, you had never done this before. Though it was far from the first time Ace would eat you out, you couldn’t help but be nervous. Sure, you’ve heard couples doing these things but you never thought to actually try it. You weren’t quite sure how it went and all the more you were unsure how it would go. Despite being more or less willing to try all of Ace’s requests when it came to your sex life, every time he suggested something you couldn’t help but be just a bit nervous about it. It was natural to be wary of new things after all. But you trusted Ace, and really, sitting on his face seemed harmless enough.

“S’okay, baby, I can take it. Don’t gotta worry ‘bout me,” he had said reassuringly with a cheeky grin. “‘Sides, I know you wouldn’t hurt me, yeah? I’ll tell ya if it’s too much.”

Still there was some hesitation on your part, but you agree regardless, admittedly a bit curious on how things would go. So there you were, Ace’s face lay directly beneath you while you sat on your knees above him. Looking down, you can see the way he eyes you hungrily, tracing over the space between your thighs with such intense want it makes you shiver and clench instinctively. He licks his lips in anticipation, big hands resting on either of your thighs, rubbing circles on your skin to calm you down.

Your lip quivers at the sight of him, the way his lips are slightly parted, the way the edge of his hot breath fans against your skin, the way his eyes aren’t even looking back at yours, just tunnel visioning on your sex, eager to taste it. You swallow nervously, waiting for Ace to move, to say something. But instead he stays still, he stays quiet. The only noise from him is his deep breathing, it sounds like he’s panting. And the only movement from him is the twitch of his fingers, the steady drum of them against your skin.

It takes a bit for it to click that he was waiting for you. The realization only set you a bit more on edge because you had been waiting for him. And really you thought that this proximity was enough, that Ace would meet you halfway. But you supposed you weren’t really sitting so much as you were somewhat awkwardly hovering over him. With mustered scraps of courage, your hands find support in the headboard of the bed as you shakily lower yourself, just slightly to test the waters and see how low you can actually get.

Ace’s breath hitches when you move, and you hear the soft sound of him squirming around beneath you. It’s enough to encourage you to go a bit lower, lower and lower until you feel his nose brush against you. You jolt at the sudden touch, a shiver running up your spine at the realization he was way nearer than you anticipated. You feel his fingers dig into your skin, his grip on you tightening in an almost desperate way.

“Baby…” Ace pleas, breathily, dreamily. His hands travel from the sides of your thighs to your hips.

Then suddenly, you’re pulled downward, strong hands pressing you flush against his face. He straight up moans at the contact, not wasting a second to start licking and sucking away at your warmth. It takes you a second to recover from your initial shock, the sudden electric shock that tingles all over your body when his tongue laps over your hole with gusto. You grip the headboard tighter, your body lurches forward that your head’s now against it too. Moans and whines leave your lips like prayer as Ace eats his heart out, making sure every inch of your sex is given the same attention from his tongue and his lips.

He eats you out messier than normal. There’s a slick, almost sticky feeling that runs against your thighs and his cheeks; you’re almost certain it was his spit. You moan as your thighs clench, trapping his head between them. Ace groans in response and his mouth moves faster, hungrier, like you had added more fuel to the fire. His hand stay on your hips, holding onto the for dear life. You whimper when you feel him nuzzle his face against you, his nose brushing against your skin.

“H-hah— Ace… W-wait, you— Need to b-breathe—” You rasp between pants and whines, finally finding the courage to look at his face.

He feels your thighs clench when his eyes meet your pretty, pleasured expression. You must’ve been taken aback from the sudden eye contact. Ace chuckles at the thought, you were such a cutie.

What he doesn’t realize is his chuckles, muffled by your weight, vibrate so nicely against you. You sit up-right at the feeling, unknowingly grinding your hips against him, chasing your own high. If you had the mind to conjure coherent thoughts, you might’ve noticed Ace’s lips briefly curl upwards into a sly smile before going back to eating you out. His hands begin to help guide your hips, rocking you steadily to the pace you set. God, that bastard.

“Clo-close—! Ace—” You moan in strangled cries as your cum, thighs pressing against each other, locking his head in place, body freezing up as waves of pleasure wash over you, eyes shut tightly in blissful release.

All the while, Ace laps up your release, his tongue working against the crevices of your entrance as his hands continue to slowly rock your hips against his face, letting your ride out your high. You whimper quietly as your body slowly relaxes, your hands finally letting go of the headboard. You tilt your head back to stare blankly at the ceiling, catching your breath and letting the final fleeting waves of pleasure wash away. 

There’s a short moment of almost complete silence before Ace hurriedly pats at your thigh. Dazily, you look down to meet his eyes, only to see his brows are furrowed and there’s this almost panicked look in his eyes. Only then do you realize Ace very much needed to breathe.

Quickly you hop off him and he instantly gasps for air. You lean over him, worried. You scan his face for any sign of discomfort, but you’re met with the aftermath of your orgasm, the entire bottom half of his face covered in his saliva and remnants of whatever cum he wasn’t able to swallow. Shyly, you lick your lips, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Ace, who bears a lopsided grin despite his heavy panting.

“Wasn’t so bad now was it, sugar?”