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hi! could i request for fluff and comfort with ace? there was this one reddit post i saw abt a guy who rambled abt being so grateful and happy that he's loved by his girlfriend, and the post described how he felt that way when they were having a bath together (nonsexual, i promise! feel free to look the reddit post up). i thought the prompt suited ace so much, esp since the guy in that reddit post mentioned that he cried out of happiness, so maybe smth like this with ace x fem!reader?

ofc, feel free to skip if it makes u uncomfy ^^

~ ♠️ anon

shower me in your love | Ace x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Fluff, Comfort

Warning(s): Nudity (non-sexual)

A/n: I loved this idea so much anon, I was so excited to write it for so long TT but post-exam creativity block really hit hard so this is a bit later than I had hoped to put out. Also, you asked for fem!reader but I think this fic never specified any body parts or pronouns at any point, so it ended up gender neutral haha... This is my first time attempting to write Ace, so please forgive any oocness ><

Please do not ask me the mechanics of a bathtub on a pirate ship and let's just pretend that can work out because the sea is on my side, 'kay? I hope you enjoy ♡ and thank you for the request!

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The sun had dipped beneath the horizon but the sky was still clinging onto a fading orange. Above him, it was already starting to look like a dark midnight blue mixing into violet. Ace's shoulders slouched, the tension seeping out as he made his way to his sleeping quarters. The day had been hectic, and even the usually energised division commander was feeling a bit exhausted.

Ace couldn't wait to drop into his bed and fall asleep but the plan went out the window when he opened his door to find you sitting on his bed, your back to him.

"Hey," he called out, making you snap your neck around. Just the sight of your bright smile got a little more tension out of him. You bounced up to him, hands immediately coming up to cradle his face. You pulled him into a soft kiss and Ace exhaled slowly, pressing his body into your own soft one.

Out of the two of you, Ace was definitely the one with the higher body temperature but somehow, when you hugged, he couldn't help but feel that you were more… warmer. It was a different sort of warmth than physical– more emotional, he supposed. You felt a little bit like coming home, like coming to a fireplace after a day out in the snow.

"Hey," you said quietly, pulling back just enough to admire his face. He didn't have to say anything; he could see the understanding on your face with just one glance. "It's been an exhausting day, huh?"

"Mm," he didn't feel like talking about it, instead opting to drop his head on your shoulder. Ace pressed his nose into the crook of your neck, taking the familiar light scent of you. You giggled at the sensation, playfully pushing him without any real strength to it.

"That tickles!"

"You smell amazing," he whispered. You blushed, pushing at him with a bit more strength now.

"I'm sweaty, what do you mean?" You huffed out another short laugh. "And so are you, mister. C'mon, how about a nice hot bath, hm? I already set it up for the both of us while waiting."

Ace finally pulled away, looking at you with the softest expression. This time, he was the one to cradle your face in his hands. Pressing a light kiss on your forehead, he murmured a quiet admission of love. Gentle hands guided him toward the bathroom, shutting the doors behind him. Ace stood there as you removed his clothes and accessories with somewhat practised hands. When the both of you were undressed, you pulled him into the bathtub and sat down in between his legs.

This close, you could feel that Ace was running warmer than even the hot water around you. He quickly pressed a peck on the tip of your nose to surprise you, then grabbed the bottle of shampoo and soap to start but you stopped him. You took the shampoo out of his hands and smiled warmly when he looked at you with curiosity.

"How about I wash you today?" There was a hint of shyness in your voice, along with a sparkling in your eyes. Ace just nodded dumbfoundedly, watching you carefully squeeze out some of the shampoo into your hands. "Alright, stay still, I'll go sit behind you."

You stood up, the water splashing a bit as you carefully manoeuvred around to sit on the edge of the tub that was attached to the wall. Ace let your free hand guide his frame in between your legs and waited for a few seconds.

The moment your shampoo lathered finger dipped into his hair, he felt boneless. You weren't even doing much, just carding your fingers and working out the tangles as you ensured that the shampoo properly washed the roots and the tips, but it felt so good.

Ace couldn't really remember the last time someone touched him with such gentleness, such care and love. (He couldn't even remember who would have touched him like that the last time. Was it his mother?) You hummed a song he had heard you singing in passing, as you pressed your fingers into his scalp for a slight massage.

Another shaky exhale left his mouth along with the last remaining tension in his shoulders. Ace closed his eyes. With a soft hum, he pressed his head back into your stomach, heart singing at the sound of your giggle echoing in the small bathroom.

"Hey!" You said indignantly, pushing at his foam covered head. "Don't put your shampoo on my stomach."

It made Ace smile and he obliged, leaning his head away. You didn't touch him for a few minutes and he cracked his eyes open to look around at you, to find that you were shampooing your own hair now. You slid down into the tub and he made some space between the wall and him so you could sit properly. Once you were done, you wiped off the foam on your hand and switched to the soap.

"Alright, c'mere, my big baby," you grunted, trying to pull him by his arm. He blinked then let you pull him into the position you wanted. And then you are sitting in his lap, soap being lathered onto his skin with diligent hands. He didn't say anything and just stared quietly at you from the close proximity.

Normally, having you in his lap would get him a little… excited, but today, the action was so non-sexual and domestic, it seemed to hurt. Every movement and word you had said felt mind-numbingly relaxing. Half a year ago, if someone had suggested he would be in this position with you, he would have laughed and called them to get their marbles checked.

Right now though, he couldn't believe his own luck as your fingers dragged over him with a gentleness he had yet to experience from elsewhere. He was strong. Everyone knew that. You knew that. But even knowing that, you always touched him so softly, so gently, that it made him feel like he was made out of fragile brittle glass.

He kinda liked it.

To be vulnerable in front of you only was something he could agree to. No one had ever been this patient and loving towards him, and the fact that he loved you too much to even put it into words crashed around inside him as he watched you soap yourself up.

You were beautiful, obviously. He had to be blind to not notice how gorgeous you were. But sometimes, he couldn't help but think that your real beauty lies in how you just fit in with everyone so well. You were understanding, you were kind and you were there whenever anyone needed you. You were there when Ace needed you. And even though you were there for him, silently understanding what he needed, you never expected anything back for it. It was purely an act of love.

He wasn't talking much like usual today, but you didn't say anything about it. You only continued in your actions, washing away the soap and the shampoo with the water. Ace continued to stare at you, wondering if you were really real.

You were so good to him. He remembered when Marco had mentioned after you announced your relationship that you were good for him. He hadn't really understood the depth of that sentence until now. Until this moment, sitting in his bathtub that was definitely not made for two people, as you washed him even though he was a grown adult who could do it himself.

And it wasn't really about the ability to do it, was it? It was more about the feelings and the thoughts behind the action– it was about the care you felt. Of course you knew he could do it– but you wanted to do it for him anyway because you loved him.

You loved him so much, he couldn't help but feel thoroughly loved and blessed. You, who could have fallen in love with anyone, had fallen in love with him. On his down days, he couldn't help but think that you deserved better than him. Right now though, he couldn't think of anything else but the fact that he was so grateful that you chose him out of everyone.

Whatever made you choose him– he would forever be grateful to it. You were the best thing to happen to him.

"Ace?" Your concerned voice startled him out of his thoughts, and he looked at you. You were done cleaning off both of you, but you were back in his lap. Familiar hands came up to wipe away what Ace realised were tears streaming down his face. He felt a little mortified that he cried over something so small but, like always, it was like you could read his mind. "It's not insignificant if it makes you feel something so strong. Just let it out, hm?"

He didn't really need your 'permission', but the moment you said that, his body seemed to take it as the cue to cry even more. Warm tears rolled down his cheeks and he felt you guide his face into the crook of your neck– you knew he felt embarrassed about crying in front of you. You just did it to let him save face; you let him hide his face in your embrace.

Ace sobbed into your neck, body shaking as he felt your fingers card through his hair and draw hearts into his back, over his tattoo. The two of you stayed like that for a while until the tears finally stopped.

"Let's dry up?" Your eyes were soft as you helped him stand up and out of the bathtub. "And then we can cuddle in bed all night. How does that sound?"

You didn't need to say it out loud to let him know how you felt. Ace watched you wrap a towel around him and then yourself, the unspoken words lingering in the air alongside the steam.

"Sounds amazing."

I love you too.

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Indeed, a sugary comfort piece of loving your s/o after their long day

long days with ace

note: old work and NOT rewritten (ie i may edit in the future)

NO BECAUSE I AM SOFT TONIGHT OKAY. Imagine this. Ace coming to bed all tired and grouchy. The day couldn’t have gone worse. He’d woken up late for his own divisions mission. Missed breakfast. It had been raining all day. The mission had taken longer than expected. He’d stubbed his toe. The list could go on forever. The only thing keeping him from snapping was you waiting for him in bed. He hadn’t even been able to wake you up with kisses this morning, only a rushed peck before he was dragged out by Marco. Now, with finally done debriefing everyone, he dragged himself to his room. And the moment he stepped through the door it felt like the weight on his shoulders and the band gripping his chest and the storm hovering over his head disappeared. With the lamp fire still flickering, there you lay, reading a book under the covers. And as soon as you heard the door creak open you looked up and smiled all big and warm, threw aside the book, and opened your arms wide in invitation. He didn’t need to be told twice to catapult himself into your embrace. And once he was finally home, he released the breathe he was holding in all day. For a moment, you both just lay there, basking in each other’s presence. You can tell it’s not been the best day for Ace. So, after a few moments of running your fingers though his hair you start to shift on top of him. He whines loudly in protest and tightens his arms around your waist but let’s you do as you please after you whisper “Gimme a sec baby just wanna pamper you a little Im not going anywhere” into his ear and press a kiss to his freckled cheek. You’re now on top of him and he’s half-heartedly glaring at you for disturbing him. You roll your eyes and get started. You slowly move your hands up and down his body. All the way from his shoulders to his chest to his stomach and back up again. You caress every inch of him like you’re worshipping it. Slowly and softy you take your time. Every scar your fingers glide over you stop and slowly trace. And then move your face down to pepper light and airy kisses over it. You only stop after you have loved ever single bump blemish and scar on his body throughly. You glance up for a moment to check on him and are blessed with the sight of his face in a state of bliss. Dark hair spread across the pillow eyes resting shut and mouth slightly parted. With a hum of approval, you travel up and slowly press a kiss onto an eyelid and then move to do the same to the other. And then you do it again. And again. And again. Then, you gently cradle his face between your hands. When his eyelids start to flutter, you press a kiss to his nose and say “Shhh love just relax let me take care of you okay.” You slowly glide your lips over to the first freckle your eye catches. Slowly you press your lips down and hold them there. After a moment, you move onto the next freckle. And the next. And the next. Your thumbs rub slow circles into his jaw, easing out the worry and stress. And after you’ve trailed your fingers and lips over every inch of his body. Every scar on his shoulder wrist and waist. Every freckle on his face stomach and neck. You press a kiss to his lips, which had been neglected this entire time. You’re caught by surprise when you feel him kissing you back, thinking he had been asleep some time ago. He loops his arms around you again, tighter than before, and buries his face into your hair. He inhales your shampoo and exhales a whispered “Thank you” so low that you almost miss it with how deep he’d burrowed in your head. You respond by pressing your lips to his shoulder briefly and respond a loving “Always.” Ace falls asleep like that. Surrounded by your love. And the reminder that it’s okay to let others take care of him for a change. That he doesn’t need to prove himself to be loved. That he doesn’t necessarily need to give in order for something to be given back every time. That love might just actually be as easy as falling into your reassuring arms and sweet kisses and warm smile. That he deserves to be loved as much as anyone else. 

This feels ~downy ~, how lovely that would be.

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☀️a pair of beauties☀️

This was hidden in the last Luffy post, but I think it deserves more attention since my favorite ladies are in it 🫠

Are they allies? Partner in crimes? Lesbians? Only the Lord knows. What i can i say to you is that Law enjoys Luffy's tan marks and her swimsuit when it's all wet. Law is just a weak woman in a world where everything is attempting to her life. One heart one pray for Law 👐

New friend / alliance =

next partner-in-crime 🔗

Actually, don't mind me,😳🫣😘

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That smirk will be the end of me

"The D will blow up a storm again"

A challenge I'd be ready to take on 😈💙😈

Posting bc I feel like it

I wanna be hugged

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squished in those tender bits

*im sorry but this gif was too funny not to post, wat even...why the dog look like that?!*

au @aobawilliams and i made up in our dms today where buggy tries to be ace's older brother but ace and sabo trap him in a trash heap and set it on fire commission page/ko-fi