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firelilyofthevalley · 26 days ago

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The boys reacting when you fart in front of them

Luffy

Both of you were lying on the boat, laughing nonstop. You couldn't even remember what you were laughing about anymore.

You were laughing so hard your stomach hurt. When you stopped laughing, You both had huge smiles on your faces.

Luffy was happy to see you laughing. You looked so pretty with your flushed cheeks and your huge smile. He loved seeing you like that.

But the intimate and romantic moment was cut short when you accidentally farted. Your face turned red and your smile disappeared.

You didn't know what to do. It came out accidentally. Luffy frowned at you.

"Lu, I..." You tried to apologize, embarrassed, but Luffy smiled

"Farting contest!" he shouted, then let out a fart. It was really loud, too loud. You looked at him, surprised and disgusted by the smell. Luffy laughed out loud. "Come on! You're next, baby." He encouraged you with a smile.

Luffy treated the accident as a farting contest.

Sanji

You were in the kitchen with Sanji. He was cooking, stirring something on the stove. You were drinking tea. Your stomach hurt, and Sanji gave you something to calm your swollen stomach.

The two of you were talking about a recipe Sanji wanted to make with the fish Usopp and Luffy had caught.

You listened attentively, occasionally offering your opinion, and he nodded. You were also a cook, and Sanji liked hearing your expert opinion.

The two of you remained silent. It wasn't an awkward silence, but a peaceful silence, until you accidentally farted. Your stomach was swollen from gas, and one had accidentally come out.

Your cheeks flushed. Sanji stopped. A few minutes passed until Sanji's voice was heard.

"I'm sorry, dear. I couldn't help it. I'm sorry if it upset you," Sanji said, turning to look at you sadly You frowned. "Something about my breakfast upset me, and I couldn't help it."

You smiled shyly at him, and he smiled broadly. He took your hand and kissed it. He started talking about the sauce he was making and asked your opinion, moving on from the incident.

Sanji took your accident as his own, taking the blame like a true gentleman.

Usopp

You were helping Usopp make his ammunition. Well, he was showing you how to prepare it and you were taking notes. You were so focused on your task until you accidentally farted.

Your face turned pale and your eyes opened. You both stood still, not knowing what to do.

"Usopp, I'm sorry," you whispered after a moment.

"Yeah, no... don't worry, it's nothing, it's just a fart, right?" the boy told you nervously. He didn't know what to say when he saw you blushing and nervous. "Everyone does it, you know, even me... If you want, I'll let one out so you can see that it's true," he shouted, trying to make you feel better. Your eyes opened.

"No, no, I believe you. You don't have to do that," you said nervously. You didn't know what to say. Usopp nodded, scratching the back of his neck.

"If it's any consolation, I farted a little while ago, but you didn't hear it because there was a noise," the boy confessed, his cheeks flushed. You smiled and said,

"Thanks Usopp" You hugged him.

Usopp downplayed your accident, confessing that it had happened to him too, just to make you feel better, always nervous and blushing.

Chopper

They were in Chopper's office, eating candy they had kindly brought back from their trip to the island. Chopper was so happy to share it with them.

So there they were, stuffing themselves with sugar. Later, Sanji would scold them, but in the meantime, they were enjoying the sugar.

You were eating cotton candy when you accidentally farted

You looked at Chopper nervously, your eyes wide. Chopper looked at you seriously, assessing you to see if you were sick.

"Chew more slowly and don't open your mouth so wide, because you swallow air and that causes gas," Chopper told you like a true doctor. He smiled at you, took another piece of candy, and gave it to you. "Here, but don't open your mouth so wide or you'll swallow too much air," Chopper smiled at you. You smiled back and took the candy.

"Thank you," you whispered gratefully, and Chopper smiled, shifting in his seat.

"Yes, yes, whatever you say, but if your gas gets worse, come here for a medical diagnosis," he said sternly, pointing a lollipop at you. You nodded, and the two of you continued eating candy.

Chopper treated your accident as a medical case and took it seriously, without judging you.

Law

You were in Law's office, silently reading a book; he was reading a medical book, and you were reading a botany book.

You were both calm and quiet, enjoying your reading. Occasionally, you made comments, but they were minimal and discreet.

You reached out to pour more tea into the cup in front of you when you farted, which made you freeze. Your hand gripped the teapot handle. You looked up at Law slowly, and he didn't even flinch until he looked up and smiled at you slightly.

"Pour me some too, please," he whispered soothingly.

"Sorry, Law," you said shyly. He frowned.

"Isn't there any more tea?" "I'll get some, honey," he said, putting the book aside.

"No, no, Law, it's because of earlier," you said, your cheeks flushed. Law looked at you, uncomprehending

"About what? About having more gauze?" he asked.

"No, about... didn't you hear it?" you whispered. He shook his head.

"Hear what? Honey, if there's no more tea, can I get you some?" he said with a knowing smile. He winked at you, and you smiled gratefully.

You nodded, poured the tea, and gave it to him. He thanked you, taking a sip before placing it on the coffee table and continuing to read.

"Thank you," you whispered gratefully. He just nodded, continuing to read.

Law would treat your accident as if it hadn't happened, although if he found out, he'd prefer to pretend, because he knew it embarrassed you and he didn't want that.

Sabo

Sabo and you were so focused on your next mission, both looking at a map of the building you would break into to steal information for the revolutionaries.

Both of you were deciding where to go without getting caught by guards when you accidentally farted, interrupting what Sabo was about to say.

Your face turned red in embarrassment. You continued looking at the map, not knowing what to do.

"I'm sorry, Sabo. It was unintentional," you said, embarrassed, looking at the floor. You couldn't see his face. The boy laughed softly

"At least it didn't smell bad," he said, amused. You wide-eyed and punched him in the arm.

"Sabo," you cried, embarrassed, covering your red face.

"What? I'm just lightening the mood," he laughed, taking your hands in his and pulling them away from your face.

"It's embarrassing and disgusting," you confessed, embarrassed.

"Come on, I lived with Luffy and Ace for a while, and let me tell you, Luffy's farts could be loud, but Ace's smelled awful. Sometimes I wondered if he was rotting inside," he confessed with a grimace, making you laugh. "Even I've done it, doll," he whispered before kissing you.

"I never imagined royalty farted," you confessed after kissing him. Sabo laughed.

"Just ask Dadan." He even yelled at me for being disgusting.I confess that he once threatened to make the three of us sleep outside because we were having a farting contest, and I assure you, he almost won". He confessed proudly.

You laughed out loud, imagining his adoptive mother scolding them for farting, and a happy little Sabo for almost winning the competition.

Sabo took your accident with humor, shifting your embarrassment towards him, telling you embarrassing stories about his brothers and him, making you laugh and forget about your accident.

Ace

You were lying with Ace in bed, about to take a well-deserved nap. You were chatting while waiting to fall asleep.

Ace was telling you about an adventure he'd had before meeting you—a very embarrassing one, by the way—which made you laugh at the anecdote.

As you stood there enjoying the silence, you let out a fart—unintentionally, of course—and tensed in Ace's arms.

"Sorry," you whispered, embarrassed. You didn't hear anything for a few seconds until you heard Ace's fake snores, the kind he made when you wanted to wake him up early.

You looked at your boyfriend and smiled, poking him on the cheek. He opened his eyes slowly, knowing you didn't believe his lie.

"Mmm, what happened, babe?" he asked in a whisper.

"Sorry," you whispered back. He just nodded.

"They're just farts, honey, don't worry, everyone farts, even me," he confessed, hugging you tightly. You thanked your boyfriend for being so understanding.

Everything was going well until you smelled something horrible.

"Ace, what the hell!" you yelled, pushing him away. The boy laughed, hugging you tightly

"It was my turn. To get to know each other better, baby," he laughed, hugging you tighter.

"Yeah, but that's disgusting, Ace, what did you eat?" you said, smelling another fart from your boyfriend. He just laughed heartily.

"Sabo said I was rotting inside," he confessed, amused.

"And with good reason," you said, trying to break free from his hug and turn on the fan

"No, you have to smell me well. Then it'll be my turn to smell your farts," Ace told you, trying to stop you from getting up. Your cheeks were red from your boyfriend's antics. Ace laughed.

"You're going to kill me with your smell," you said, laughing. Ace laughed even louder.

"And I want to die with your smell, baby," he said, making you squeal in embarrassment

"What if we use fire?" he asked amusedly. You opened your eyes wide and screamed his name in fear.

Ace would take your accident with humor, farting and making you laugh with his antics, to make you forget your embarrassment.

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firelilyofthevalley · 1 month ago

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This really hits the spot 👌 😩

xifere presents… portgas d. ace x gn!reader

word count… 2.1k

content warnings… 18+, sub!ace, implied switch!reader at the end, kissing, biting, nipple play, oral (giving), petnames (pretty/good boy), snowballing, pwp—ace n his self-worth :(

Ace was antsy. He arrived over an hour ago, and everyone around him said that you were busy and that he shouldn’t disturb you. He was supposed to arrive a few days later, but having finished his mission earlier, he raced back to the ship with the intent of spending every second he had with you. Except now, within the first hour, all he’d done was sit outside your room door while he waited for you to finish up whatever you had to get done.

He was sure you didn’t know he’d come back early, considering you’d been cooped up in your room since. The urge to barge in and announce his arrival had come up multiple times, but every time his fingers inched closer to the doorknob, doubt crept into the back of his mind.

What if you did know he was already back and were choosing to ignore him? Had he been a bother before? Did his absence remind you of the peace you once had? Perhaps, you finally realized that the blood that ran through him was a marker of his demonic roots—someone who didn’t deserve the love and affection you showered him with. But even if you decided to reject him once and for all, he knew he’d still give his life away to protect you from any harm.

With his back against the wall, he pondered in silence, unable to shake the deprecating thoughts away. By knocking on your door, he would disturb you, and the last thing he wanted was to see your annoyance at his presence upon his return.

“Ace?”

His head shot up so quickly you thought he’d break his neck. He scrambled to his feet, sheepishly rubbing the back of his raven hair as he faced you. He was unsure what to say, the images of enveloping you in a hug as soon as he got back shattering in his mind. All he dreamed of since leaving was settling back next to you with nothing to distract the two of you from your little world.

“You’re mean, Ace…” You joked lightly. “I thought you’d let me know that you’re back the moment you arrived.”

“...I thought you wanted to be left alone…” Ace’s gaze fell to your feet.

“Did I say that?” You asked gently.

“No… but everyone said you were busy and—”

“I don’t care, Ace. I missed you.”

Before he could look up, you pulled him into a hug. He was caught off guard—he wasn’t expecting this at all. He had always imagined it as him jumping on you, attacking you with wanton kisses and affection. But you wrapped your arms around him tightly, burrowing your head further into his ocean scented skin, as if he’d disappear into thin air if you didn’t at least attempt molding into him.

Finally, he picked up his arms and threw them around you, trying to follow in your steps and mesh into one with you. Letting go wasn’t an option; he’d stay this close forever if nothing got between you two. Time and time again, you reminded him that he was allowed to love you without any restraint, that he didn’t need your permission to give his all to you. That he was allowed to be himself, and you’d still show him that he was worth every single drop of love you had to offer, and more.

“I missed you so much, [name],” He whispered, closing his eyes, inhaling your scent deeply.

Smiling, you brought a hand to his face, your thumb brushing over his freckles. “How are you feeling, pretty?”

“I thought I told you only I can call you that,” He murmured, but his freckled cheeks flushed as he leaned into your touch. “But ‘m okay, just wanna stay close.”

“Then we’ll do that, just come inside first,” You said.

He was a bit hesitant at first, pulling back despite every cell in his body fighting against the action. “What about that thing you were doing? If you’re still busy, I can come back later.”

“Do you want to leave?”

“Not really…”

“Then come here.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him into your room. He staggered behind you, noises of surprise leaving his mouth. “Whatever I have to do can wait. I’ll just clean up real quick.”

He plopped himself on your bed, glancing around your room while you organized your desk. It was then that he noticed that he felt a bit warmer than usual. When he looked down, he almost couldn’t believe himself for getting a semi from just hugging you. Maybe it was more than that, like how comfortable he felt with you. He could physically feel how much you loved him—your words never held any malice, and every sentence of affection restructured his mind. He lived for your touch, his sun-kissed skin still tingling in the places you caressed.

But even so, this was just supposed to be a little reunion after a few days, but his body clearly missed you more than he could’ve imagined. Embarrassed, he grabbed one of your pillows and placed it on his lap, not wanting his arousal to interrupt the heartfelt moment.

“Why the pillow, baby?” You asked, walking toward him now that you had finished cleaning. “Would you rather hug that instead of me?”

You were just taunting him, but the tips of his ears were a tinge of pink.

“I was just thinking about how soft the pillow was! It was a great choice, I think…?” He laughed awkwardly. You were standing in front of him, tilting your head at his strange comment. “You’re not buying it, are you?”

Your eyes were locked with Ace’s as you ripped the pillow out of his grasp, revealing the hard-on that strained through his black jeans. “I know my pretty boy like the back of my hand.”

A sigh escaped his lips at the name. “Baby…” He couldn’t deceive you, nor would he have been able to hide it very long, regardless.

Straddling his lap, you held his pretty face in your hands, leaning in until your lips met his. Your lips felt soft against his slightly chapped ones, his mouth moving instinctively against yours as his calloused hands found their way to your bare back under your shirt. His fingers traced your spine, memorizing each bump and curve religiously, only having done this a few times before. You dominated the kiss, your teeth pulling on his bottom lip before drawing a whine from his throat. His touch was just as intoxicating as yours, both of you feeling the heat as your fingers slid down against his chest. He chased your lips when you broke away to catch your breath, his face a flushed mess when you saw his pleading expression.

“[Name]...” He panted. He looked up at you with puppy-like eyes, silently begging for you to continue. Ace was drunk on your touch.

“How can I resist when you look at me like that…” You wanted to unravel him.

Grabbing the back of his hair, you placed feather-like kisses on his exposed neck, prompting him to lean further into you. You suckled at a particular spot, eliciting a sweet whine from Ace. He bit into your shoulder, and you hissed at the sudden pain that electrified your entire being. Remembering how sensitive his ears were, you dragged your tongue from his neck to the outline of his ear and relished in the moans that escaped his lips.

“Ahhh—fuck baby…”

You pushed him down, letting him bounce on the bed before lowering yourself to place kisses all over his chest. Every other kiss came with a bite, the pain fueling his arousal, and inevitably your arousal as well with each curse that rolled off his tongue. With one hand, you flicked his nipple, and he responded delightfully with a sharp inhale. Your tongue swirled around the other, and suddenly, he was bucking his hips into you.

“Patience, love,” You bit his nipple and he groaned, his body shuddering against you.

The effect your touch had on him was all-consuming; every single one of his thoughts was replaced with the thought of you. He couldn’t think of anything else—he wouldn’t dare think of anything else. He couldn’t even decipher what the word “patience” meant anymore; he just wanted to be as close to you as possible.

“Baby—ughh—please…” He wasn’t even sure what he was pleading for; he just wanted more of you. His cock ached, the strain against his pants becoming more and more unbearable with each passing second. He lifted himself up on his forearms, pleading, “I’ll do anything—just—haaah—please…”

“You don’t have to do anything, pretty. Just seeing you like this is enough…” You climbed back up to his face, planting another kiss on his lips. He drank you in, his hands messily grabbing at your waist. He just might cry if you’re always this kind. He so desperately wants to please you, his hands trailing along every inch of your heated body, but you kept him in a trance that prevented him from coming back to his senses.

The sound of his jeans zipper entered his ears, and you pulled down the waistband of his pre-stained boxers to reveal the red-hot tip of his dick. He hissed as he watched you lick the remaining precum off his tip, the scene so vulgar he thought he’d cum just from that.

“Oh, fuck [name]...” He whimpered, his hand finding itself in your hair.

Pulling down his boxers enough to reveal his entire member, your tongue swirled at the tip, and then down against the vein that decorated the side of his shaft. He bit back a moan, his other hand flying to his mouth to cover his indecent noises.

You turned away, his surprise evident in his whines. “But if I can’t hear you, I’ll have to stop…”

“Fuck, baby okay—!” He began, but your mouth was already back on him in full, and he nearly shouted. Your saliva dripped down from the tip as you sucked slightly, your fingers wrapping around the base.

“That’s my good boy,” You muttered against his dick, sending vibrations that wracked his body.

His eyes rolled back as you bobbed your head up and down his length, nearly lifting off every time you rose back up to his tip. He tentatively bucked his hips at every instance, not wanting to hurt you, but the sloppy wet sounds of your mouth wrapped around him filled the room and ignited his desire tenfold. He loved every second of it.

The desire was too strong—he thrusted back into your throat once, twice, and then his orgasm came crashing. His vision blurred white and his mouth fell slack, shooting ropes of cum into the back of your mouth. He fell back on the bed panting, his mind reeling from the intensity of it all. You climbed your way back on his lap, leaning into a kiss just so he could taste himself. The act was raunchy, some may even call it disgusting, but he loved the mess almost as much as he loved you.

Lifting yourself back up, you looked at his dazed expression. Strands of his black hair stuck to his forehead, his freckled face still flushed, his neck and rising chest adorned with love bites and hickies. He knew you loved when he looked like this, hearts practically visible in your eyes when you gazed at him so.

You rested your head on top of him, and gently said, “I love you.”

Ace tensed at the sound of those words, not expecting the tender switch. Time and time again, he thought, you showed him how much you loved him. He then softened, wrapping his arms around you as he nuzzled into your hair. “I love you too.”

The smell of your shampoo invaded his nose, and a switch flipped in his head once more. He hasn’t had enough of you, and his dick was somehow still aching for something more. He switched your positions, your back suddenly against the mattress, a dopey grin on his lips.

“It’s my turn now, don’tcha think?” He said, leaning down to plant kisses on your neck. You hummed in response, but hadn’t decided to surrender yet.

“Can you handle it?” You teased, using your knee to rub against his sensitive member. He all but whimpered, shooting you a playful glare.

“You never play fair, baby. I should tie you up one day.”

“And what if I don’t let you?”

“All I’d have to do is look at you all pretty, no? You said it yourself,” He whispered in your ear. “‘How can I resist when you look at me like that,’ right?”

“Touché.”

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