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lowkeycasanova · 2 months ago

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we can share one seat

plot: you and ace just can't wait until you get home, can you?

portgas d ace x afab!reader

smut// car sex, riding, protected!sex (wrap it up folks), cursing

modern au sort of?

word count: 2.2k

this has been sitting in my drafts for the longest and then I kept hearing "sports car" by tate mcrae and then I got inspired to finish it lol

The road is quiet, the sky painted in charcoal as the sun long disappeared. Streetlights glide past the windows in rhythmic flashes. The car hums beneath you, the only sound accompanying it being the rap song playing through the speakers from his phone—something that fills the silence without interrupting it.

You sit in the passenger seat. Ace has his left hand steady on the wheel, his right relaxed on his thigh, tapping faintly to the music. His eyes are locked on the road, expression calm and focused. There’s a bit of moonlight catching the side of his face, highlighting his jawline, the furrow of his brow, the quiet confidence in how he drives.

And God—he looks good like that.

You watch him, biting the inside of your cheek, warmth spreading low in your stomach. It wasn’t even supposed to be like this. You were just heading home after a long day out. But something about the way his hand grips the steering wheel, the way his forearm flexes with every turn, and how completely in control he looks—it’s driving you crazy.

You break the silence, voice smooth, just a little sultry.

“You always look this good when you drive, or is this just for me?”

Ace glances over at you with a half-smile, raising a brow. His voice is casual, teasing back.

“Didn’t realize driving was a turn on for you.”

You grin and lean a little closer, elbow resting on the center console, your fingers lightly brushing the inside of his forearm. Slow, casual...intentional.

"Only when you're the one doing it."

"Yeah?" he laughed under his breath, low and rough.

You reached out and traced your fingers lightly over his right hand, then down to his inner thigh. Your nails skimmed along, just enough to make him aware.

"Mmhmm, there's just something about it."

Ace exhaled slowly through his nose. His hand twitched but he remained focused.

"You're playing with fire." he muttered.

"I'm used to the heat. But I bet you're already thinking about it, huh? Me climbing over the console, straddling your lap, kissing your neck."

He clenched his jaw, his hand flexing into a fist.

You grinned.

Your fingers brushed along his thigh and danced up to his waistband. He was tense under your touch, holding back, trying to fight it.

"Bet you'd lose control real quick." you teased. "You wouldn't make it ten minutes before you-"

He suddenly reached out and grabbed your wrist. Not roughly, but just enough to keep it where it was.

Then, without a word, he let go and reached toward the center console, flipping it open with one hand. His eyes stayed on the road, but he felt around with quick, purposeful movements. You frowned slightly, confused.

“What are you—”

He shut the console with a quiet click, then leaned over just enough to tug open the little compartment on your side. Still nothing. His jaw tightened.

"Fuck."

And then-without warning-he made a sharp turn, flicking the blinker and swerving smoothly off the freeway exit.

You jolted slightly from the sudden shift, heart skipping a beat.

“Wait, where are we going?”

His tone was low, a little strained, but calm.

“Store.”

“…store?”

“Store,” he repeated, eyes still on the road, voice tight. “Before I do something stupid and raw.”

When you got there, it was fifteen minutes to closing. You nearly tripped over your own two feet trying to keep up with his strides going in.

You two stumbled into the store. The music overhead seemed louder due to not many people inside. You grabbed a hold of his hand, interlocking your fingers with his. Ace, with his trademarked grin, led the way with a determined look in his eyes.

Upon reaching the aisle that held the sexual wellness items, he stopped in front of the display of condoms.

He pursed his lips together as he scanned the shelves. With your other hand, you lightly caressed his arm, feeling the veins that were visible. You were always a sucker for his arms.

In a second, he finally grabbed a box off the shelf. He turned to you as his eyes gleamed with mischief. "Got it. Let's go."

Given that the store was closing soon, the only person working among the many registers was a young woman. She looked tired or bored or both and barely glanced up from her phone. Ace made a beeline to her and you suddenly felt a wave of anxiety. He placed the box onto the conveyor belt with such casualness and the sound of the box made the woman look up.

You squeezed his fingers and your eyes began darting around, wishing you'd grabbed something else to make the purchase less conspicuous. Maybe some gum, a magazine, anything to divert attention away from the lone item. Or maybe having gone to self-checkout instead.

The cashier took notice of the two of you with an unreadable expression and you felt your cheeks heat up, imagining what the girl must be thinking. If Ace felt any type of way, he didn't show it, maintaining a cool composure.

"Just this." he said, breaking the silence.

"Find everything okay?" the woman asked and scanned the box with indifference.

"Yes, thank you."

The woman told him the total and he put his card in the machine, his hand still gripping yours, confidence never faltering.

"Have a good night." she mumbled and handed him his purchase in a bag.

"Thanks! You too!" he replied, his voice bright.

Once outside, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

"That was so awkward." you exclaimed.

Ace chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. "Nah, it was fine. Besides," he added a wink, "We got what we need."

You smiled, feeling the embarrassment melt away with each step to the car, pretending not to enjoy the sight of him stalking back with that lazy power in his stride and the small bag crumpled in his grip.

Ace clicked the door unlocked. You slipped into the passenger seat and expected him to open the driver's door, but he had other plans.

He was already sliding into the backseat.

You blinked. "What are you doing?"

He let a second go by before answering. He just looked at you, eyes dark, lips parted in a smirk.

"Get back here."

His gaze held yours, until something in you cracked.

Without a word, you opened the door again and climbed out. he watched him move—your usual confidence undercut now by something hungrier, more urgent. You opened the back door and stepped in, and the moment it shut behind you, you were already beginning to straddle his hips.

“I know that look,” you whispered against his lips. “You were dying in there.”

Ace didn’t deny it. His hands found your hips, gripping tightly as he settled into the seat, legs spread just enough for you to slide right into his lap. His mouth met yours in a kiss that was nothing like the playful banter from earlier—this one was hungry. Deep. His fingers dug into your thighs, dragging you closer, until there was no space left between your bodies.

“You started it,” he muttered against your mouth.

“Gonna finish it, too,” you breathed, already rolling your hips slow and deliberate against him, feeling just how worked up he was beneath his jeans.

Ace groaned softly, eyes fluttering shut for a second. His hands slipped under your shirt, the heat of his palms searing against your skin.

You grinned, your lips brushing the edge of his jaw.

The windows were tinted, the streetlights just far enough to cast the interior in shadows. The lot was quiet. Just a few scattered cars but no one close by at all. The world outside faded—because all you saw was him.

Your skin burned, heat radiating from every inch of your body as your hips moved against his, nails pressing into the thick muscle of his chest, while his hands clutched your thighs with enough force to leave a mark.

"Just like that," he murmured, voice low and full of want, his gaze drifting over your face, lingering on your chest, then lower, before rising again with slow reverence.

His hair was a tousled mess,

His expression caught somewhere between awe and desperation. The scruff growing along his jaw only added to the rough allure that made your breath catch.

A moan slipped out of you, uncontained, as he filled you so completely your spine curved in response. The cool air drifting in from outside brushed against your damp skin, a sharp contrast to the heat building as you lifted your hips and sank back down on him, over and over, the sound of his low groan vibrating between your bodies.

“Baby,” he warned, voice gravelly and thick, like a touch that grazed every part of you. “Shit… fuck.” His eyes fluttered back, teeth digging into his bottom lip, before he found your gaze again like he couldn’t stand the idea of not seeing you.

“You feel…so good,” you managed, the words catching on a shaky breath.

You rolled your hips with purpose, breathless from how deeply he filled you. It wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, spiritual, all-consuming. He reached parts of you no one else ever had, mending every rough edge, every ache. When he was like this-inside you, wrapped around you, consuming your every sense-it felt like he was made for you. And you for him.

His palms slid upward, gripping your hips and guiding your movements with gentle insistence. They traveled across your waist, up your ribs, along your curves, stopping briefly to squeeze and hold, until finally reaching your neck.

"Yeah?" he whispered, watching you with dark, hungry eyes as both your mouths parted with a shared moan.

He applied the slightest pressure-careful, controlled. His thumbs brushed just under your jaw while his hips bucked up, chasing more depth, more contact, more of you. You didn’t know if you moved first or if he pulled you down, but suddenly your faces were inches apart, noses brushing, breath mingling. His grip was perfect—firm enough to thrill, gentle enough to trust.

“So damn gorgeous,” he groaned, his hips taking over, thrusts deep and focused as you hovered at the edge of climax. “Give it to me,” he growled, grip tightening slightly, his eyes burning into yours.

It was like you shattered.

Stars erupted behind your eyelids as your moan broke in your throat, your entire body trembling violently. He leaned up to kiss you, drinking in every sound, every shiver, every twitch of your hips as he helped you ride it out.

His hand loosened around your neck, and he kissed you like he was trying to taste the pleasure on your tongue.

His encouragement came in heated whispers—“That’s it, you’re doing so good, don’t stop…”—his voice as smooth and sweet as honey, drawing you higher and higher.

He stayed with you through it all, his arms around you, chest pressed against yours, holding you like he never wanted to let go. His kisses were slow and soft against your lips as your body gave out, heavy and breathless.

Then he rocked you gently against him, your skin never leaving as his hips continued their deliberate rhythm.

He nuzzled your nose before capturing your lips again, only to have you bite softly at his bottom one, pulling a delicious groan from him that vibrated against your lips.

“Oh… fuck,” he whispered, like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

You threaded your fingers through the damp strands of hair falling across his forehead, gripping them tightly before running your fingers through again, over and over. His body trembled with the sensation, breath syncing to the deep thrusts he gave you.

"Please cum for me," you whispered, your voice nearly lost against his mouth.

He didn’t hesitate—his hips picked up speed before slowing into long, powerful strokes, sinking so deeply into you that your whole body buzzed. He lowered his mouth to your breast, pulling a nipple between his lips, making you arch into him.

Your hands tugged hard at his hair, and he responded with a sharp thrust. His hands found your throat again—not to control, but to anchor himself to you, like he needed something solid to hold on to.

Your thighs stayed grounded as he thrusted. He felt impossibly deep.

“Yeah…” you gasped, lifting your hips to meet his with everything you had left.

His groan came from deep within his chest—raw, intense—until the pleasure overtook him. His final thrusts were sharp and sure, and then he stilled, his body pressed tightly to yours as his orgasm rocked through him. Your fingers curled in his hair, holding him there.

He collapsed into you, your face buried against his neck, both of you gasping as your bodies clung together. You trailed your nails gently down his spine and back up again, causing him to shiver and sigh into your skin. He brought you back and kissed along your jaw, your cheek, then met your lips again when you turned your face to him.

A soft moan left you against his kiss, and a calm, sated warmth wrapped around you both as he caressed your body lazily, then pushed up on his hands to look at you.

“I loved that so much.” he said quietly, like a secret just for you, before leaning down and kissing you again—slow, deep, and full of everything he didn’t need words to say.

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lowkeycasanova · 3 months ago

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could I please request a Luffy x fem reader, they’re not together yet but Luffy gets jealous when the reader is around Sanji, Ace, and Law. thank you!

jealous much?

The sun is warm, the sea breeze light, and your outfit—apparently— is perfect.

Sanji notices first. His eyes go wide

His eyes sweep over you, all admiration, all poetry. “Ah,” he sighs, hand over his heart, “You're absolutely stunning.”

You laugh, light, brushing him off. “Sanji—”

But he isn’t done. “The colors! The way it fits!” He's so excited, like your existence alone is a masterpiece.

Luffy scowls. Doesn’t know why, just knows he does.

He tugs at the brim of his hat, frowning harder, watching you smile, watching Sanji soak it in.

So he does what he always does. Grabs your hand, steals you away, ignores Sanji’s protests like they’re just background noise.

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The sun hangs heavy, gold and merciless. Alabasta’s heat wraps around you, thick as the sand beneath your feet.

He stands against the desert heat like he was made for it.

The sun kisses his skin, bronzed, freckled, golden in a way that makes the light seem jealous.

Dark hair, unruly, half-hidden beneath the tilted brim of his hat, and his eyes like a wildfire being kept just barely in check

He laughs, easy, flings an arm around your shoulders,

“You sure you’re keepin’ up?” he teases, grinning down at you. “Dunno how you survive with this idiot leading the way.”

You laugh, nudging his ribs. He chuckles, squeezes your shoulder. Brotherly- maybe.

Luffy frowns. Stares. then before you even register movement, he's there

Between you and Ace, somehow. Like the thought barely formed before his body followed.

“She’s fine,” he says. Like it’s obvious. Like there was never a question.

Ace blinks, then smirks. “Relax, Luffy. She’s not gonna melt.”

Luffy doesn’t respond. Doesn’t joke. Just grabs your wrist, tugs you forward, like that’s where you were always meant to be.

Ace whistles low, watching. Grinning. Luffy ignores it.

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The cold bites, punk hazard is chaos snow crunching underfoot, but you don’t seem to notice.

not with the way you stand beside Law, head tilted, eyes focused, listening.

he speaks low, words measured, precise, tattooed fingers tracing something in the air— something he’s explaining, something just for you.

there was something comfortable about being with him, despite meeting him for the first time

across the snowy plain, there luffy stood with his arms loosely crossed over his chest brow twitching ever so slightly he caught sight of the two of you little too close for his liking

what's he saying to her? he wondered

you looked up at Law, nodding. Then— a soft chuckle.

but to luffy, it echoed. A laugh that rang in the air like a bell.

too clear. too loud. too meant for someone else.

He didn’t understand why.

Law was an ally. A bit weird, too serious, but trustworthy enough.

Still— seeing him there, making you laugh, hogging your attention

Then, just like always, he acts.

Calls your name. Too loud.

You turned, surprised— and before Law could say another word, Luffy was there.

Grinning wide, like it was all no big deal. He threw an arm around your shoulders with a careless confidence, a casual ease as if claiming his spot.

like he owned the space between you two

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