I Didn’t Choose The Fandom Life, The Fandom Life Put It’s Arms Out And Said “I’ll Catch You.”

All Bark, No Bite?

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.

A/N: Mostly smut. ~4500 words. Strawhat reader (afab) x Ace, who is visiting the ship for a while. When Ace finds someone who can match his banter, what goes down? ( ´ ω ` )

CW: dirty talk, fingering, P in V, prone bone.

All Bark, No Bite?

The flirtation with Ace had been getting ridiculous recently. You’d both been dancing around the idea of fucking each other senseless for weeks. Part of the fun was the teasing—Ace felt like he was going to explode any time he saw you, and his presence stoked a fire in your core any time he was around. The banter itself was enough to make him hard and you wet, respectively. And sure, you’d make out a couple of times, he’d gotten handsy (with your eager consent), he even fingered you once—but these events happened once every blue moon, and your brief trysts never got past that threshold.

At one point the suggestive back-and-forth and lingering touches transformed into shameless horniness. Any chance he’d get, Ace would make you blush, whisper sweet nothings in your ear, and then he’d turn around and talk about how he was going to fuck you into oblivion someday. You were counting down the hours until the perfect moment presented itself, and, of course, it did.

You shot Ace one too many lust-filled glances one night, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. You were wearing the shorts that you knew drove him rabid, so short that he got a tiny peek of your ass cheeks (Sanji loved the shorts too, coincidentally). Combined with your tank top and the shape of your breasts more visible because you weren’t wearing a bra… Ace could feel himself going feral.

He was sitting next to you at the dinner table, while the rest of the crew was rowdily laughing at Luffy almost choking on a chicken bone because he had scarfed it down too fast. Leaning to the side, Ace murmured something your ear. At the same time, his hand crept under the table and squeezed your thigh.

His comment wasn’t completely out of left field—earlier that night, he complimented your shorts, and you responded something along the lines of “Oh yeah? Wanna see more?” He had rolled his eyes at you in the moment, saying (sarcastically) “mmmhmm, sure” but afterwards he was shaking his head and laughing at himself over how viscerally down bad he was for you.

So, when he leaned over and whispered the following comment in your ear, you giggled. “How much you wanna bet that I’ll fuck you better than anyone has before?”

Now you were the one rolling your eyes. “Fat chance, Ace. In your dreams.”

“What, you don’t want to?” He feigned surprise and hurt, keeping his voice low and hushed.

You gave him an annoyed look and cocked your head slightly. He knew you wanted to. It was fucking obvious.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, Ace, it’s just that I think you’re all bark and no bite. Best dick I’ve ever had? Yeah right.”

A grin took over his face, nose scrunching up just slightly, those adorable freckles winking at you. “You want to find out?”

“I know you want to.”

Ace got up without a word and went to wash his now empty plate. You were puzzled at the lack of response, staring at his back, annoyed, until he turned and flicked his chin in the direction of the hallway. Message received. He put his plate on the drying rack and then sauntered down the hallway in question, disappearing as he turned a corner.

You got up and took care of your plate, following in Ace’s footsteps from a couple minutes before. As you left the dining area you sent Robin and Nami a small wave. Robin smiled and Nami gave you a wink. They knew they would hear every detail later.

When you walked down the hallway, you figured Ace would either be in your cabin or his (guest) cabin. Your door was open, light on just how you left it, Ace he was nowhere to be seen. So, he must be in his own cabin. But as you approached, you could see that his door was ajar, and it was pitch black inside. When you reached the room, you cracked the door some more and peered in. “Ace? Where the fu—”

Mid-question, a hand reached out of the darkness and grabbed your wrist, pulling you. You couldn’t see anything—the shutter on the room’s porthole was pulled shut, the light turned off. The only thing you could feel as you groped around in the dark was Ace’s hand on your wrist, which pulled you closer to what you assumed was the bed. You could hear the muted sounds of blankets rustling in front of you. He let go of your hand.

“C’mere.” His playful voice was a couple feet in front of you.

“I’m trying to, but I can’t fucking see anything!” You snapped, fumbling around in front of you until your foot hit his and you toppled over. He caught you by your waist and guided you down to straddle his lap.

“If you would have waited a minute, I would have given you a light.” He flashed a finger, a small flame burning on the tip. You saw his gorgeous smile just barely before he extinguished it. As his grip grew tighter on your waist, he purred, his face centimeters away from yours. “I want you.”

“I know you do, Ace” you laughed at him. He knew you well enough by now that he could hear you smiling through your voice.

“Please.” His voice was so sweet and pleading, veiled notes of desire behind his honeyed tone.

Leaning forward, you gave into a temptation that you knew would only lead somewhere hot and steamy (and you had no problem with that). It had been far too long since you locked lips.

You’d never get over how soft his lips were and how good of a kisser he was. While the jury was still out on whether or not he fucked you better than anyone else, you knew for a fact that he kissed you better than anyone else.

The kisses started out tame, but you could tell how badly he wanted more. You cupped the side of his face with one hand and threw your other arm around his neck, pressing your body into his. Ace’s hands around your waist crept down and grabbed two handfuls of your ass—extremely accessible through those short shorts. You could feel his half-chub forming in his shorts, starting to press onto the denim that covered your crotch.

Ace’s tongue parted your lips and explored your mouth. Your fingers tangled in his dark hair and you could feel his erection, fully hard now, starting to slowly grind up into you. He was letting out puffs of air into your mouth, hands kneading your ass, pulling on it. You moved your hands from the nape of his neck and reached for the hem of your tank top. When you peeled it off, you threw it across the room.

Ace was about to start massaging your bare breasts, but you shoved his shoulders so forcefully he fell back onto the covers.

“Feeling feisty, aren’t we?” Ace’s smirk was almost as audible as the smug chuckle he let out.

“Don’t move.” You got off his lap and shimmed out of your shorts and panties. When you had freed yourself of them, you leaned forward to tug on Ace’s shorts and the waistband of his boxer briefs; he helped speed the process along, and pulled off his shirt while he was at it.

Climbing back on the bed, you straddled Ace, cowgirl style, as he watched you from below. You felt like he deserved to get teased a bit, since he had such a big mouth and cock. Adjusting so his cock was laying flat on your lips, you started rubbing up and down it, bare pussy grinding on his shaft. At the same time, you braced yourself on his abdomen with your palms. You used his washboard abs for leverage, to adjust how hard or soft you grinded into him. Ace’s hands alternated between squishing handfuls of your ass to gripping your hips tightly.

Ace took one of his fingers and held it before you, a small flame dancing on his fingertip again. The light cast red tones and shadows on your body—he felt a sense of reverence as he watched you grind on him, head thrown back, like you were something holy, some work of art ripped from the frame of a renaissance painting or a sculpture from classical antiquity brought to life. Your hair, your curves, the way you braced yourself on him, the way your hips rolled ever so slightly to elicit the most pleasure from him… he was in denial about how intensely and ardently he liked you. He was obsessed with you, entranced by you, he couldn’t get you out of his head ever since he started spending time on the ship. Your flirting sessions and the occasional horny tryst were killing him inside because all he wanted was to be close to you. Sure, he wanted to fuck your brains out, but the feeling he got while he admired you in that muted light was something akin to awe. The moment felt surreal. He extinguished the flame.

“Princess, I won’t be able to take much more of that.” His voice was strained.

“I’m just getting started, Ace, sheesh. Don’t get too excited already, big boy.”

The feeling of your clit rubbing up and down, snagging on the head of his cock sent ripples of pleasure through both of you. It was so easy to get off when Ace was underneath you, like putty in your hands. He was trying to keep his groans back, trying to push them down in his throat; he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of knowing he was enveloped in pleasure after less than five minutes of this. But the precum was already leaking out of him, a fact that did not escape you as you grinded your core on his shaft.

“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me.” He croaked, his voice was almost hoarse. He wanted to fuck you immediately—either that, or he’d need to finger you or eat you out, ASAP. He couldn’t take five more minutes of this. He was going to cum soon if you kept it up, and if he came before he even got the chance to fuck you, he knew he’d never live it down.

“Oh, you’re falling apart already Ace? Weren’t you just saying you’d fuck me better than anyone I’ve ever been with?” Your tone was scornful, but you knew he’d get off on that. He loved any sort of sass or brattiness, he liked whining and begging, too, and his heart went crazy inside any time you made pathetic and pleading puppy-dog eyes at him.

“So, you just want to rub yourself on my cock forever and you won’t even let me fuck you with it?” Ace always returned your sass tenfold. His deep voice was incredulous and almost mocking you, but for some reason it felt like he was doting on you.

“Mmmmhhmm, Ace, and you’re just going to have to deal with that.”

He finally let out a groan. It was feeling dangerously good. Concerningly good. The slick oozing out of you and coating his shaft wasn’t making things any easier.

Ace squeezed his eyes shut and tried to control his breathing in an attempt to fend off the mounting desire-filled craze that was about to overtake him.

“You’ve got about thirty seconds left before I fuck you senseless, darling.” He practically growled at you—his voice sounded different; more desperate, deeper, and gruff.

You quipped back scathingly with a laugh, continuing to glide back and forth on his cock leisurely. “Ace, you’ll cum from me humping your dick before you even get the chance. I’d like to see you try.”

In a split second, everything changed. Because the room was pitch black, the only thing you could go off was the sensation of being thrown around.

Ace grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over, almost knocking the wind out of you. Your stomach was flat on the bed now and Ace was on top of you, his cock throbbing, pressing on your ass. His body was almost completely flush with yours, except he was bracing himself with a hand on either side of your head. His knees were outside of yours, firmly pressing your legs together.

“What was that?” He murmured, close to your ear. “You’d like to see me try?”

You let out a muffled sound, having to pick your head up a bit to be audible amidst the plush covers and blankets. “Yeah, Ace. Try.”

He reached a hand down to push your thighs apart slightly. Combined with you arching your back, he had better access now. He crept his hand down to your core and swiped two fingers through your folds—you were dripping wet, and when his fingers touched your bare folds, your hips bucked inadvertently.

“Now who’s the one gettin’ all worked up, sugar?” He taunted you, repeating his movement down your lips and to your clit a couple more times.

You rolled your eyes, like he could see them. “I’m hardly worked up, Ace. You’ll be able to tell when I am.”

“Oh, is that so?” He teased and slowly inserted his middle finger, his palm coming to rest on your skin. You were so wet that his finger slid in without any resistance. Your walls clenched around him. As he curled his finger and explored your insides, he pressed and roamed, trying to find your sensitive spot.

Now, you were the one trying to stifle your own sounds of pleasure. You feared that you were the one who was all bark and no bite—if his mere finger felt this good inside of you, who knows what it’d feel like when his cock was buried as deep as it could get.

Sure enough, Ace found your g-spot quickly and started relentlessly applying pressure. Your hips jerked up every time he pressed it, and you started to feel so good that your sighs and muffled groans were turning into full-blown mewls. You were one good g-spot press away from moaning his name with reckless abandon.

Based on the way you were squirming and clenching around his finger, Ace could tell that he could make you cum within a couple minutes if he kept going. He was painfully aroused; his cock was aching for friction. He wanted you so bad that it hurt.

He took his finger out and leaned down more, pressing his chest on your back, positioning his cock right at your entrance. He ran his tip up and down through your folds, rubbing it on your clit for a second before returning to tease around your slit.

“Fuck, Ace,” you moaned his name for the first time and he felt his heart stop. “I want it.”

He felt like being a dick. Now that you were under him, sopping wet and moaning his name, he wanted to take his turn playing the part of the bratty tease.

“What was that, pretty? Couldn’t hear you.”

“Fuck,” you groaned in frustration. He was going to drive you insane if he didn’t put his cock in soon. You were dying for it. “Ace, I want you. Now. Please.”

That was all he needed to hear before he started to press his tip through your folds and into your cunt. He was stretching you out and it felt so damn good. Your walls shuddered around him and his cock twitched in response. When he bottomed out, his chest was pressed directly onto your back, weighing you down so much that it was difficult to catch a breath. Ace's weight, his cock, and the feeling of him breathing on your neck all constituted an overwhelming sensation. In that moment, you would have done anything he told you to.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” Ace rasped in your ear, sending goosebumps all over your body. He held still for a moment to feel you pulse around him and listen to your heartbeat below him.

“Ace, move,” you whined. You tried to move your hips up and down, desperate for him to start bringing his cock in and out. You were growing impatient. You could only handle so much teasing before you would start begging pitifully.

Ace obliged your entreaty, dragging his cock out of you slowly and then plunging it back in forcefully. He angled his hips down, getting the deepest possible angle that he could. His body was caging you in, hips pressing into yours. The weight of his body and the angle made you feel tighter and made his cock feel bigger than it already was.

He pulled out again slowly and plunged back in, hard and deep. You yelped and it turned into a moan. “Ace, fuck.”

“Nngghhhh, fuck, Y/N, your pussy is so tight.”

“You—already—said—that,” you struggled to spit out each word as he fucked you.

“I’ll say it as many times as I want,” he smirked in your ear and plunged into you particularly rough. Filthy sounds of pleasure left your mouth as a response. He was fucking you so well that you were beginning to lose touch with reality.

“Do you like that? Do you like when I fuck you like this, sweetheart?” His sugar-coated voice and the pet name went straight to your pussy. Every time he called you one of those adoring names he could feel your cunt pulse around him—your body was telling on you, letting him know how much you liked those affectionate names, even though you would never tell him how much they made your heart flutter.

“Gonna fuck you ‘till you can’t even talk,” he grunted between each word, pulling out slowly and fucking into you franticly the whole time.

You moaned into the sheets in front of you, grabbing handfuls of them and balling them up into your fists. The dirty talk continued from Ace as he got continuously more riled up. He knew you loved it.

“So wet for me, sweetheart,” his voice was rumbling from his chest and into your ear—you could feel it vibrate on your back as he thrusted into you. “Taking it so well. Taking it all for me. So fuckin’ hot.”

As Ace fucked you harder and deeper, he targeted your g-spot, drawing more pleasure from your already dripping cunt. He felt hot and stiff inside of you, and every time his tip and shaft pressed your sensitive spot like it was a button. Your toes curled in ecstasy and your thighs clamped closer together. Each progressive clamp of your thighs let Ace go deeper.

“Tell me how much you like it, baby,” he cooed, breath hot on your ear.

You didn’t know if you’d be able to squawk out a coherent sentence. But you were going to try, or else he would have something else to smirk over.

“F-feels so—so good, Ace, feels like—” your words got caught in your throat and turned into a sort of strangled moan, a noise so primal it made Ace feel like he was going crazy.

“My cock feels so good you can’t even talk? You like it that much?”

You clumsily attempted a nod, stopped by all the covers you were currently getting fucked into. A mewl would have to suffice.

“Aceee, fuck,” the noises were muffled, but Ace knew exactly what you were saying. It fueled him, goaded him into fucking you harder. He wanted you to melt in his touch completely, wanted your eyes to roll back into your head in pleasure. He wondered how good it would feel when you screamed his name and came on his cock. He was determined to find out.

“Your pussy feels so good on my cock, baby, juuussssttt like that.”

Ace slowed his hips down, exercising every bit of discipline he had to glide his cock in and out as slow as possible. For you, this speed was simply unacceptable. You needed more so badly that you were about to scream for it. Was he trying to edge you?

Right as you were going to feebly attempt to snap at him to fuck you better, you realized that he was leaving a trail of gentle kisses along your shoulder blade. He kissed up to your neck, kissed down your back as far as he could reach in this position, showering you in unexpected affection. It made your heart stop for a moment. Sure, he was cheeky and insolent in most interactions (in a way that you liked), but you always suspected that he really did have a soft spot for you. You could see it in his eyes whenever he spoke to you.

Ace slowed down his panting so he could murmur lightly in your ear, “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Vivid shades of pink and red started to spread over your cheeks. One of his hands crept towards yours and came to rest on top of it tenderly. You released your fistful of blankets and he intertwined his fingers through yours.

“So gorgeous it hurts,” his breath tickled your ear. He squeezed your hand, fucking you at a snail’s pace.

Holy shit, was Ace… making love to you? Was he funneling his affection towards you, letting you know how much he deeply cherished you, all while fucking your brains out? It seemed like the answer must be yes. Your heart did a flip.

“Ace,” you keened out, your blush and his adoration going to your head. You lifted and turned your head as much as you could amidst the plush blankets, so he could hear you better. “I want you.”

He squeezed your hand. “I know you do.”

Ace sped up his thrusts again, his grunts and groans filling the room along with your sweet sounds of pleasure and the wet sounds from your cunt. His hips rolled, his weight bore down on you, your gummy walls pulsed around his cock—you were both on the verge of orgasm, holding on for dear life. He desperately wanted to make you cum first. The thin façade of bragging rights aside, he just wanted to make you feel good. He wanted to wrench heaven from your core and see you writhe in pleasure from his touch—he wanted the satisfaction of knowing he did that.

Every pass of his cock in and out of you was mind-blowing. Oblivion was approaching, quickly. His pace was becoming haphazard, messy, and frenzied.

“Ace, Ace, I’m—I’m gonna cum, feels too good,” you whined.

“Go for it, doll, wanna feel you cream on my cock.” His voice was barely going in one ear and out the other; it gravelly and deep, coursing through your veins like blood. But you registered it enough to know that he wanted you to let go for him.

One good thrust later and you were riding the wave of all-encompassing pleasure so intensely that you felt like you were going to pass out. You started to squirm—he had brought you to your peak and pushed you over it, into a free fall of desire and bliss with no end in sight. The pitch black of the room emphasized the maddening euphoria crashing through your body, it coaxed sounds out of your mouth that you’d never heard before, ones you didn’t know you could make.

You moaned Ace’s name on repeat—screamed it, almost, and every time Ace heard that noise grace his ears, the coil inside of him tightened. Feeling you writhe under him, feeling you squeeze the ever-living fuck out of his hand, feeling you arch your back and your walls pulse… It was too much.

The coil inside of him went rigid and snapped. Ace convulsed, jerking his hips and bucking them down into you. “Fuuccckkkk, Y/N, fuck.” Pulling out of you with heaving breath, his cock shot milky white ropes that painted your ass and lower back.

Ace felt like he was floating. He came the hardest he ever experienced—he didn’t know it was possible to cum this explosively or feel this good.

He collapsed onto his side and positioned his body next to yours. Your gasps for air and heartbeats were in sync as you both came back to earth. You laid there for a moment.

Ace lit another tiny flame on his finger and studied your face. Your eyes were closed, mouth hanging open, pressed against the bedsheets. Your cheeks were ruddy, lips just as pretty as he remembered.

A smiled dusted your lips as you opened your eyes, half-lidded, to see him inches away from you. Ace’s eyes reflected the small fire burning in between you, his lips curled into that heart-twisting grin that always gave you butterflies.

He extinguished the flame, reached over, and started to pet your back. His hand moved to smooth down your hair. “Hey gorgeous, how you hangin’ in there?”

“Wow.” You exhaled, breathless. A beat of silence passed. “What was all that about?” You were still smiling, blush creeping up your cheeks, threatening to take over your whole face.

“What do you mean, pumpkin?” His tone was puzzled.

“The lovey-dovey stuff...”

“Oh.” He paused. “Don’t you know how much I like you? I may tease you but I really, really like you.”

“Stop it, Ace. You’re making me blush.”

His hand resumed smoothing your hair. It passed down to cup your cheek. He rubbed a circle on your skin with his thumb.

“What’s so wrong with making you blush?”

You didn’t answer. He leaned over to kiss you. Again, you’d never get over how good his lips felt pressed on yours. Any time they met it was electric.

“One second—let me get you cleaned up sweetheart.” Ace got off the bed, grabbed a towel, and wiped his cum off your back. His touch was soft, treating your body like it was precious. He got back into bed.

“Come over here.” Ace’s voice was tender.

You turned onto your side and scooted closer. He threw an arm over you and held you to his chest. You cozied up to him for a long time. His chin rested on top of your head, you curled into his chest, heard his heartbeat, and felt the weight of his arm squeezing you closer.

After a moment he started to chuckle.

“Ace, what? What are you laughing about?” The sass started to trickle back into your voice.

“So, did I fuck you better than anyone has before? Am I still all bark and no bite?”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes. “I guess you’re all bite.”

“Mmmm, that’s what I thought.” He kissed the top of your head and held you close, with that cocky grin plastered all over his face.

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thank u so much for reading!! MAD shoutout to @acesluvrxx for the very detailed, and dare i say magnificent, request!

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O M G MARK

THE VAN VIDEOS.

“GO BACK TO SLEEP”.

I THINK I FINALLY UNDERSTAND.

OH MY GOD.

BECAUSE

WE SEEM TO HAVE FORGOTTEN THAT

(Y/N) SLEEPS

WITH THEIR EYES OPEN.

THE VAN VIDEOS.

WE ALL KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING ODD ABOUT THEM.

IT’S BECAUSE THEY’RE NOT REAL.

THEY COULD BE DREAMS.

(Y/N)’S DREAMS.

SO THIS OFF-BRAND “MARK” WHO HAS BEEN LEADING US AROUND IN THAT VAN

WONDERING WHY WE WERE SLEEPING IN THERE

(SO ARE WE “AWAKE” WHEN THEIR EYES ARE CLOSED?)

HE’S BEEN LEADING US AROUND, LETTING THESE LITTLE SURREAL EFFECTS GO ON AND ON

(NOT MAKING A WHOLE LOT OF COHERENT SENSE, MIND YOU)

BECAUSE IT WAS SOMEONE INFILTRATING OUR DREAMS?

AND NOW

AFTER “DON’T REMEMBER”

DARK’S (?) VOICE TELLING US TO GO BACK TO SLEEP

(SO WE CAN SPEND MORE TIME WITH HIM IN THE DREAM WORLD??)

WHILE SOMEONE ELSE

MARK (WHOSE SOUL “LIVES IN THE DARK”)

IS TRYING TO WAKE US UP??

THE QUESTION IS

WHAT THE HELL DO WE DO NOW?

THIS HAS BEEN A SCREAMY MIDNIGHT KELLYPLIER THEORY

THANKS FOR JOINING ME.

as somebody who was raised differently, there were certain things your sisters got than you. sure they had better tutors and trainers, but they always had the best of the best. the best dresses, shoes, friends, the best attention.

and they always got complimented. you would listen and observe, wondering if you looked or acted so inherently different from them that caused people to totally brush past you. for a while you felt like a ghost, wandering around life as people ignored you. your sisters were the light of everybody’s life, and you were just there. always in the back.

but with arranged!gojo, it’s so different.

he always finds a way to say something good about you, things you never considered before. sure he compliments your baking (a part of you wonders if it’s only because he wants more), but he tells you that your horsemanship is stellar or that your penmanship is amazing. it slips out to, as if he actually meant it.

you’ve spent your entire life believing that you weren’t remarkable. you spent years trying to mimic the way your sisters talked or acted, hoping that maybe if you were like them people would notice you. but with gojo it seems like the more you you are, the more he enjoys your company.

one day when you’re trying on some new gowns, courtesy of him of course, he happens to find you in your shared bedroom, having a little break in between his counsel meetings and training.

your eyes meet his in the mirror, widening as you turn around with a bright smile.

“satoru! you’re here! how’d you get here?” you ask, happy to have seen him in between his busy schedule. the tension in his body melts upon seeing and hearing you, eyes softening at your genuine excitement.

“i had some time to spare, decided to drop on by,” he answers nonchalantly, but you can tell with the slight blush on his cheeks that he intently came here, knowing you’d be trying on your new garments because you told him that last night.

you roll your eyes, looking back to the mirror as you survey the gown, pursing your lips. you feel him coming closer, close enough until his hands wrap around your waist and he’s staring at you staring at yourself.

“i liked those ones,” you point to the pile of gowns on the bed, “but i think i look ridiculous in those,” you point to the ones on the chair. alina offered to help you, but you promised you’d be fine. bedsides, this was something you preferred doing in your own.

“ridiculous? nonsense,” gojo snorted, his fingers tracing the beaded work on your stomach.

you lean back into his chest a little, silently looking at yourself in the mirror.

“i don’t think i look pretty in this,” you mutter, tugging at the sleeves.

“what?” gojo frowns, looking down as you and the clothing your staring heavily at, “i think it looks gorgeous on you.”

you huff, chewing on your cheek.

“i don’t know,” you murmur quietly, feeling embarrassed, “my fathers wife always said i looked worst in red.”

gojo feels his brows furrow even more.

“the old hag?” he tries to tease but there’s an underlying bite in his voice.

he’s watched you for a while now, silently. though you talk about your old life here and there, there are some things that have weighed in on you that you never voice.

he’s aware of how your fathers wife and sisters treated you. he knows you were just the spare, an extra part of the family they never liked to include. you told him once how your excludes from the family portrait that hangs tall in the foyer, or how you’ve been erased from the will. he can’t do anything but listen. and he knows he’ll never understand just how badly they treated you there, but every passing day he seems to find out more and more.

“i think you’re very pretty,” he whispers softly, kissing the side of your head as his hands squeeze your waist, his eyes catching yours in the mirror, “and i think you look beautiful in red.”

your gaze wavers from his and to the table, not used to this.

gojo sees the way you fidget with your fingers and the way your breathing hitches. he can only imagine how many times you’ve been told otherwise, forced to think the opposite.

because he wasn’t just saying it to say it. gojo truly believed you were the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. he knew it from the moment you met when you were teenagers, and he knew it now. there’s a certain beauty that you possess that everybody else lacks.

“thank you,” you say, swallowing thickly as you smile a little at him, “i think you’re very pretty too.”

gojo feels his heart clench at the quietness in your voice, the unassuming way you thanked him, not filling believing his words. and sure he’s been called all sorts of good things under the sun, but to hear the genuine kindness laced in your tone, it made him want to bottle you up and keep you everywhere he went.

his hands squeeze your wait tighter, pressing more kisses to your neck as your squirm, smiling widely at the feeling.

“you are always pretty,” he says as he turns you around, leaning your back on the drawer, “always.”

his hands rest on your hips, blue eyes searing through yours.

you duck your head a little bit, heat biting at your cheeks.

“really?” you ask, looking up at him as he sees a shine in your eyes, trying your best not to shed those tears.

gojo feels his hands tighten on your dress, the fabric snagging under him as he breathes deeply through his nose.

he wonders if this is the first time anybody’s ever told you that. he doesn’t want to know if that’s true.

“really,” he repeats, his voice caught in the back of his throat. sometimes, you find a way to reduce him down to a few words. this man who’s been trained to sway others with his speeches, and he can barely speak around you.

you smile again, bashfully, your eyes creasing and cheeks full. gojo chases after your smiles, your happiness.

because though people might’ve whispered nice things when they know you couldn’t hear, those words never reached your ears. they never drowned out the waves of things you heard around your old house or from your family. and perhaps you spent a while thinking that you were just okay, never pretty or smart or funny enough, just okay.

but gojo says it all, and he says it loud. and you lived in the quite for so long that loud is strange. but it’s new, and you think you like it.

you look down at the gown, admiring the bead and needle work. it truly was a beautiful gown.

“i think i’ll keep it,” you say after a beat, and gojo smiles, a happy smile that he only shares with you.

he leans down, pressing a soft and sweet kiss to your lips, feeling the way you melt into him, holding him close to your chest. you hope he can’t feel the sting of tears at the corners of your eyes, or hear the way your heart beats erratically.

“good,” he murmurs as he pulls away for a second, “good.”

you smile.

“good,” you say, tilting your head a bit to find his lips again.

The world’s tiniest dragon must defend his hoard, a single gold coin, from those who would steal it.

Cabin by the Lake | Take A Hike

Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader, Modern AU

03- When Luffy’s birthday turns into a group get away to a small cabin by a lake, you cannot deny his own brothers an invitation. Surely the week long get away would leave a lasting impression with his eldest sibling.

Note: listen hangovers are lame and let’s all assume Sanji knows the cure all for them w his cooking. also! listen! i don’t care what size you are. Portgas D Ace can and will manhandle you. so there is absolutely zero body side implications on our reader here (:

Sunday: Take a Hike

The morning starts far earlier than you would have liked after the previous nights events.

Voices boom through the kitchen as everyone is gathered around the breakfast table in waiting for the greasy breakfast meant to cure any lingering effects from last night. You join the group, the final stragglers taking their place, before Sanji is placing plates before every member. He pays extra attention to you and the girls, as always, presenting your own small plates of fresh fruit among the breakfast feast. With a chorus of thanks to the man, everyone digs in.

It was amusing to watch Luffy eating along side his brothers. He always had an insatiable appetite- one closely combated by Ace and Sabo- but he seems even more on guard as he keeps his plate tucked in close to his body. You knew the guy had a tendency to swipe food from your plates, and now you suppose that was a learned trait from growing up around two older brothers.

Moments of silence pass as everyone enjoys the food.

“Let’s go exploring today!” Luffy suddenly explodes forward with a smile, a fork still held tight in his hand despite his empty plate. “A hike in the woods!”

Robin hums in thought, “I don’t believe there are any marked trails around here.”

“Well that’s the fun in it! It’s an adventure!” He beams a blinding smile. “We’re like pirates or something! Exploring unmarked territory!” Luffy makes to stab at something on Ace’s plate but the man is quick to swat his brother away.

“Don’t pirates usually explore the ocean?” You prompt.

“Pirates can do whatever they want!” Luffy huffs out, targeting Nami’s plate next. He manages to swipe a piece of meat before she catches him, swiftly smacking him upside the head, but he was more than happy to take that punishment for the extra food.

“Fine by me, long as we don’t let moss head lead the way.” Sanji snickers to himself as he sips his glass of orange juice. The reaction is immediate, as it always is, Zoro shooting up straight in his seat.

“You got something to say, curly brow?”

“Do, uh, do you guys think there are bears in the woods here?” Ussop questions, poking at a strawberry on his plate nervously.

“Probably, I mean, they are the woods after all.” You grin at him, earning a glare.

Luffy suddenly gasps, “You think so?”

“You are not fighting a bear Luffy!” Nami snaps at him with no hesitation.

“Awh!” Luffy deflates into his chair with a pout.

“A hike sounds like fun, right Ace?” Sabo smiles in support of his brother, turning to the eldest to find his head on his arms as he snoozes right on the dining table. “Ace!” He swats at his brother’s head, curls flying up, before Ace slowly raises his head with a frown.

Ace glares at Sabo, taking in his expression for a moment, before giving a decisive nod. “Yep, sounds good.” He mutters.

Sabo huffs, “You don’t even know what you’re agreeing to!”

Amidst the yelling, Nami turns to you and Robin. “I’m in if you guys are.” She proposes.

But this notion makes you laugh. In all your adventures with your friend, it seemed like Nami was the only one who had a genuine sense of direction. The others simply wander off the beaten path, get lost, or some how get separated from the group. You very well know that the week will turn into wilderness survival opposed to an actual vacation without her. “Nami, you realize they’re all gonna get lost without you, right?”

Nami huffs lowly in acknowledgment.

“I’ll go,” Robin smiles to herself. “I think it will be fun to see what kind of land is around here. Maybe we’ll find something interesting out in the woods.” The thought seems to excite her, eyes a little bit brighter and a satisfied smile staying on her lips.

“Then it’s settled!” Luffy declares, food gripped in his hand as he sends you a cheesy smile. You look down to your plate to see that it’s suspiciously lacking. “Sanji! We need hiking snacks. Oh, and make sure to pack lunch too!”

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A distinct clacking sound fills the air as Luffy lead the pack with a stick in hand, smacking at trees as he passes by them.

“Remind me again why we agreed to this?” Nami prompts as you stumble down a decline together, following in Luffys footsteps.

You were approximately thirty minutes into the hike and the red head was already regretting her decision. Luffy, stubborn as ever, paid little mind to Nami’s navigation attempts as he ventured into the forest. He has a direction in mind and plans to stick with it, only requiring the assistance to get back to the cabin, or so he claims.

“I’m not sure what you were expecting.” You simply shrug as the girl bounces down a series of stacked rocks ahead of you- the most adventurous trail that Luffy could think up. “When Luffy puts his mind to something.” Nami waves her hand dramatically at your words.

You move to folllow after her, foot pressing in to one of the many rocks, when it suddenly slips from its place. A gasp pulls from your lips as you feel your body falling, only to be caught mid air.

Ace perches himself on the rocks beside you, annoyingly stable, as he holds your waist. He aids you in standing on your own two feet, a smile on his face as he waltzes a step ahead of you. “Careful there, doll.” His head tips to the side in clear amusement as your body once again lurches on the rocks. Ace grins as he holds out his hand to you, “Wouldn’t want you falling, now would we?”

You offer a glare that lacks any real malice before reluctantly taking his offered hand. His skin is warm and his fingers calloused, barely even a strain in his arm as he carefully guides you down the rocky path and to more stable ground. A smile pulls to his lips as you pause to look up at him with your hand lingering in his for a beat longer than necessary.

Warmth blooms in your chest as you offer him a smile of thanks.

Ace watches close as you push ahead to catch up with Nami.

Nami seems to walk with a new air about her as she turns to you with a wicked grin. “You know, you gotta be more careful, doll.” She drawls out the word exaggeratedly, batting her eyelashes and pouting her lips.

“Ugh, you’re the worst.” You huff out, shoving her shoulder and making you both stumble.

Nami’s cackle of a laugh carries through the trees. “I gotta admit, i’m actually a little jealous.” She shakes her head with a sigh. “Seems like you and Robin both have something going on during this trip,” She nods ahead where Franky and Robin are walking together, her hand placing on his arm as the two share a laugh full of lingering eye contact. “And i’m just left to watch it all unfold.”

“There’s nothing going on with me and Ace.”

Nami turns to glare at you, “Really?”

“Really, Nami, I barely know the guy.”

She shakes her head in response. “I don’t know, Y/N, we have a lot of guy friends and none of them go around calling us-“

“You remember that I know Sanji too, right?” You laugh.

“Okay, true, but Sanji calls all of us names like that.” Nami rolls her eyes. “Ace only says that stuff to you.” You can feel heat settling across your cheeks as you huff. “Don’t sweat it too much. You know me, I support women’s rights and women’s wrongs. So I support you no matter what you do.”

Your brows pull together and the words leave you before you can give a second thought, “And what do you think?” Namis head snaps around at the shift in mood and the lowering of your voice. “You think it would be wrong?” A smile tugs at her lips at this and you feel a bubbling of nerves in your stomach. “In theory.”

Nothing was going on.

Sure, you were well aware that there was just something that felt different about Ace. You felt different around him, comfortable even, despite how long you have known each other. And sure. Maybe there were a few lingering touches and soft gazes…

But it was nothing.

“Well, it’s obviously between the two of you,” She brushes her chin length locks from her face, lowering her voice and walking closer to you in effort to keep your conversation just between you. “You should go with the flow, but keep in mind that he’s Luffy’s brother. That could complicate things if things get complicated, ya know?”

You hum in thought and a beat of silence passes.

“In theory.” Nami adds as she bumps your shoulder with her own.

What felt like hours of sweating and stumbling through the woods continue, until Luffy reaches a clearing and declares that he is starving and it was lunch time. He plops down directly on the forest floor and digs into the packed lunch. Everyone follows his lead, except for Robin and Franky who squeeze together on a fallen tree trunk.

The sounds of nature fill your ears as everyone indulges in the meal Sanji prepared. Even with the knowledge of eating in the middle of the woods, he ensured the meal was perfection.

As you finish up your meal, your eyes cast around your group. Luffy and Ussop are busy tossing broken twigs at each other. Robin and Franky speak quietly together, arms pressed together at their close proximity. Zoro and Sanji bicker as Nami and Sabo ignore their input and discuss the walk back. Ace lounges back against a tree, arms behind his head and eyes closed, looking entirely at peace. You watch him for a moment longer and realize he is asleep.

A smile pulls to your lips.

The group relaxes a bit longer, stretching out sore legs after walking through uneven terrain for hours. You were almost certain that he would go on for hours more without stopping but that notion would certainly be met with protests.

“Alright!” Luffy claps his hands enthusiastically. “Nami, it’s time for you to lead us back!” The woman scoffs as Luffy shoves the empty container into his back pack.

“How did you even manage before me?”

“He got lost a lot until I came around.” Sabo huffs a laugh as he collects his things. “Not really sure what happened after though.”

“Me.” Nami laughs.

Everyone collects their things, ensuring any trash is shoved away, before heading off for the cabin. Nami takes front, Sabo at her side with a compass in hand, and Robin tagging along for the journey.

The group follows and you find yourself falling into step with Franky. The man is focused ahead, watching black hair swaying as Robin climbs the uneven terrain at the front- a bit too focused it seems. A tree root catches his foot and he nearly tumbles to the ground.

Franky catches your eye and the two of you laugh to yourselves.

“Careful.” You raise your brows knowingly.

“I’m all good.” He shrugs.

A song fills the air from behind you, Luffy sloppily keeping time by banging the stick against various trees. Ace and Sanji sing along with him and after what you’re sure is continuous prodding, Zoro monotonously joins in.

Occasional glances thrown Franky’s way, mind deep in thought, but unsure if you truly wanted to breach the subject in mind.

You purse your lips for a moment before finally making your decision. “You and Robin looked awful cozy.” Your elbow bumps against his arm. Franky laughs at this, worrying a hand over blue locks, before offering a half hearted shrug.

“We’ve always been close. Don’t forget that we are older than the rest of you.” He points out as if that had any real influence on their… friendship.

You scoff, “You say that like you’re an old man, Franky.”

“I feel like one sometimes.”

“Yeah, okay. Next thing we know we’re gonna hear all about how it was back in your day, huh?” You tease with a loud laugh.

“Well it was awful different, little lady.” Franky plays into it with a laugh. The silence that falls only gives way to the crunching of shoes on natures floor. Franky sighs, “She’s fun to be around. Let’s me talk about what ever I want and actually listens to me.” He laughs to himself. “As close as we all are, I know you can only handle so many stories from the docks.”

“That’s fair.”

“Plus, she’s super smart too. I like listening to her talk about all of her archeology stuff.” Franky smiles, looking ahead to where the woman walks. “When she talks about the stuff she’s into, she’s just so. So-“

“Cute.” A mischievous grin pulls to your lips as you stare up at him.

Franky laughs, “I wasn’t gonna say exactly that.”

“Ah but i’m sure you were thinking it.”

Franky clears his throat as he rubs a hand over his arm. “I dunno, bro. It’s just this trip I think, letting us all get a little bit closer.” His shoulders bounce in a shrug. “Around each other twenty-four-seven.” He hums in thought before turning his eyes to you. There seems to be something on his mind as he glances over his shoulder, but ultimately decides against it.

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Your legs are burning.

You’re all sweaty and tired by this point. There is nothing but relief that flood through the group as you break through the trees.

“Finally!” Luffy booms as he jogs ahead, dropping his bags by the steps of the cabin and looking over his shoulder. “Last one in the lake loses!” Then he is off towards the water still fully clothed.

“Tch, does he really think we’re all down for that right now.” Sanji shakes his head. Your group watches for a long moment until Zoro steps ahead everyone.

“Suit yourself then, loser.” He taunts.

This, of course, prompts the instant reaction of Zoro and Sanji racing into the waters. Ussop, Franky, Ace, and Sabo soon follow suit. You share looks with the two women at your sides who hold their own skeptical looks.

“I want a shower, not a swim.” Nami huffs out, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Let them enjoy their fun.” Robin laughs as the three of you trail towards the group of men. They’re busy splashing and dunking each other, simultaneously cooling off after a long hike and working up a sweat.

Luffy pops up from under the water, swatting Zoro off of him, before looking towards the three of you.

“Come in the water!” Luffy calls out with a grin

“No way!” Nami huffs defiantly.

“Come oooon!” He draws out. At your shared refusal, Luffy turns to say something to Franky and Ace. The three slowly walk towards the sand with Luffy in the lead. “Come on, don’t be losers.” Luffy whines as he approaches the three of you.

You all bristle on edge as they get closer.

“Luffy.” Nami speaks his name in a low warning.

“Just get in the water.” Luffy’s grin grows.

You eye Ace suspiciously, who only smiles sweetly back at you. “We’re fully clothed.”

“So are we, who cares.”

“That was a long hike, Luffy, we want to rest.” Robin adds.

“We have all night to rest.” Luffy simply shrugs. Nami opens her mouth to speak her denial, when Luffy lunges forwards to grab her. A yelp sounds from the woman as her feet leave the ground to be thrown over Luffy’s shoulder. She screams as she smacks at his back, yelling at Luffy to put her down, but this only makes him laugh harder.

Franky was quick to go for Robin as well, the woman attempting to fight him off as he tries to be delicate with her in spite of the goal. He eventually finds an opening and is left with no choice but throwing Robin over his beefy shoulder. She speaks her protest, feet kicking in the air, all to no avail.

Ace has his eyes set on you. You turn to run, feet kicking up sand and attempting to get away from the man while running on the uneven ground. Ace quickly follows right after you. The line of grass is right within your reach- until you feel your feet swept out from beneath you. You yelp in surprise as Ace cradles your body close to his to carry you bridal style towards the lake. Water soaks into your dry clothes almost instantly from the contact.

“Ace! Put me down!” Despite the annoyance, you’re laughing.

“No can do, doll.” Ace chuckles as he walks directly into the water.

The steadily approaching surface makes you gasp as Ace pushes further into the depths of the lake. “Ace, come on, you don’t gotta do this.” You plead at him, inadvertently pulling yourself closer to him in an attempt to evade the water. The man simply grins before you’re both splashing under the water.

He releases your legs but a hand still grips at your waist, ensuring that you surface with him.

Ace’s deep laugh echoes in your ear as you both stand and wipe the water from your eyes. “You’re the worst.” You complain, shoving playfully at his arm. This only brightens the grin on his face.

“Awh, you’re just upset that you were the last in.” He leans in a little bit closer, wet hand poking at your forehead, “Making you the loser.”

You gasp in mock offense, taking your chance to jump on the man’s shoulders to tug him under the water. Ace allows himself to fall with you and your bodies crash together under the lakes surface.

A blanket of wet curls covers Ace’s eyes. “I’m so gonna get you for that!”

You scoff, “You can’t take revenge on my revenge!” The mischievous smile he offers has you turning to swim away.

“Watch me!” He catches your ankle before you can kick away from him and drags you back over to him. You scream out a laugh as he easily scoops you up to toss you over his shoulder.

“Ace!” You squeal as he twirls you around, feet kicking.

Ace grins, “Hold your breath.” At the sound of the sharp intake of breath, Ace tosses you back into the water.

You fall back into the water with a smile on your face. There’s something so freeing about being tossed into the water by someone, like you were a little kid again. Like you’re safe and entirely carefree.

Water drips from the ends of your hair and into your eyes as you find your footing again. Before you’re even given the chance, hands brush away the locks and you’re met with the blurry vision of Ace staring down at you.

Breath catches in your throat as Ace opens his mouth to say something-

“Heads up!” The voice shrieks out and suddenly Ace is tackled into the water in a mess of black and blonde hair. Water splashes into your face and ripples around your waist as he disappears underneath.

Sabo is the first to surface, a hand flailing out and grabbing onto him as Luffy uses his brother to pull himself from the water. Ace is the last up, coughing as dark curls stick to his forehead, glaring at his brothers.

“Luffy! Sabo!” Ace yells at them both, shoving them back as the brothers laugh in his face. “Oh, you’re on!” He lunges forwards to grab Luffy in a head lock, the younger guy struggling to get out of his grip, until he is being tossed into the water. Ace then turns to target Sabo.

Loud laughs and the splashing of water echoes through the air. The burning in your legs and the extra weight of your clothes clinging to your body is but a distant thought.

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PLOT TWIST: all the other ninja get kidnapped and Lloyd spends an entire season trying to rescue them and the world in general.

Big Hero 6 Special Troops/Assassin!AU

i was just thinking “Being hero is pretty cool. so why not assassin?” And this is the result. I already have some ideas in mind for this AU, but comments are always welcome.

When people insult your fandom:

me: *wand and everything*

Is anger and pain worth a distorted sense of accomplishment? Decisions, decisions... feelin’ the heavy contract tonight. Taken on May 14, 2017. Milford, NY. #photography #notfeelingit #loveyourselffirst #gnight (at Milford, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrZFvh6hnAZ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1saru08137ruc

So, I just want to explain my thought process throughout my drawing this. Frisk has been desperately begging Chara to reconsider before they kill each monster, but to no avail. But Sans is the only friend Frisk has left at this point. Not only that, Sans is probably their best friend. 

So with everything they’ve got, Frisk cries out for help and the six human souls Flowey stole can hear them and rush to help. Together, they have enough strength to fight back against Chara’s control over Frisk’s soul, but Chara’s Exp and LV are simply too strong to overcome. 

Chara’s soul attached itself to Frisk’s. They are connected. As long as Frisk is alive, Chara will be too. 

and…realizing that…Frisk…well…

Anyway, sorry for the feels! Here’s Act 2 Part 2 of It’s Still You

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