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scvrgrl · 13 days ago

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don’t worry darling | vinsmoke sanji x fem!reader

sanji's touch trembled slightly at your words, impatience and lust getting the better of him. a gruff laugh spilled from his own soaked lips, a result of his tongue subconsciously mirroring the way you worked him into your mouth. "yes, darling" was all he could muster under the strain of his arousal, his pants growing tighter with each passing second...

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cw/tags: afab/fem!reader, housewife!sanji, established relationship, high school sweethearts, mature language, modern!au, fluff, porn with a lil plot, cunnilingus, slight suffocation (it's okay he likes it), use of pet names ("darling", "sweetheart", etc.), and other crazy shit i probably forgot to mention, MDNI pls!!!

if you're unfamiliar with frankie avalon's 'venus', you can find the song here!

frustration throbbed beneath the soft skin of your temples, vessels threatening to pop under the weight of your irritation. countless hours spent at your stuffy office job called for silent drives home with the windows down, the cool summer breeze drowning out the musty scent that stuck to your clothes.

the warm kitchen light illuminated the red brick of the windowsill as you pulled into the driveway. the hum of a soulful tune spills from the window, Etta James' voice synchronizing with the longing beat of your heart. polished glass slightly ajar graced you with a glimpse into your own loving home, the home you shared with you husband. your eyes landed on the sight of your husband's well-dressed back, cigarette in hand as he swayed along to the tune. you instantly recognized the maroon dress shirt that clung to his sculpted frame, a piece of his expansive wardrobe he knew was one of your favorites. his gaze was focused on the sizzling pan before him, tossing its contents gently as he took a long drag. it was small acts of service like these that made your heart swell, traces of harsh footsteps washed away from the shore of your mind.

slipping off your work shoes, Sanji's firm hands snake around your waist, pulling you into a deep kiss. your head swims as he dives into you, teeth brushing together as you smile. the smell of spice and nicotine floods your senses, a familiar warmth pooling deep in your stomach.

"hello, my love," Sanji greets tenderly, palm rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back. "how was work today?"

"long," you sighed, shrugging off your coat. "how was your day? i smell something cooking."

Sanji chuckles at the sight of your nose switching upwards, inhaling the savory aroma of meat and starches. "mine was just fine, dear. i've been prepping dinner all day — it's your favorite! grilled chicken with garlic potatoes and veggies, just the way you like it."

the thought of the delicious meal made your stomach grumble, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. Sanji's raspy laughter filled the silence as he brought you close to his chest, his thrumming heart filling your ears. the beat synchronized with the introduction to Frankie Avalon's 'Venus,' your coupled bodies swaying to the soft melody. a thick, sultry hum vibrates against your temple as Sanji begins to sing along:

"Venus, goddess of love that you areee," he drawled, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "surely the things i ask, can't be too great a task.."

overwhelming gratitude filled your chest as you whisked away in the foyer of your home, the home you shared with Sanji. he was the man of your dreams, often staying home to tend to housework while you provided for your growing family. when you first started dating, he offered to work for the rest of your life if it meant that you would never have to worry ever again. your high school sweetheart was always overly ambitious, constantly feeling the need to reassure him that wouldn't be necessary. despite always complaining about your nosey coworkers, you enjoyed working as it gave you a stable routine amidst the chaos of your life. Sanji was another grounding force that kept you afloat, a factor in your life that you knew would remain constant. his place in your heart was set in stone, an immovable force that no disaster could shake.

you crane your neck upwards to meet his soothing gaze, using the palm of your hand to gently cup his cheek. scratchy stubble of a clean shaven face grazed your soft skin, the pads of your thumb tracing the wear of his under eyes. Sanji sacrifices his time at the restaurant for you, cutting down his hours so that you can come home to a clean house with a fresh meal decorating the dining table. sheltered in the haze of cigarette smoke and you are Sanji's favorite evenings. but it would be a lie to say that you don't worry about your husband's wellbeing. worried that he prioritizes your needs over his own.

"you know you don't have to do this, sweetheart. i'm perfectly fine with coming home to take-out and a movie date on the couch. i'm worried you're stretching yourself thin for my sake," you said shyly, sympathetic.

Sanji took your hand in his, bringing the back of it to his lips as he pressed a gentle kiss, "I'm fine, [y/n]. i promise you that everything i do, i do out of free will. now let me take care of you by feeding you—"

overcome with emotion and desire for your husband, you crash your lips into his, cutting his sentence short. your firm grasp on the nape of his warm neck guided him into you, Sanji matching your pace with practiced ease. the kiss began tenderly, spoke a language no words in the English language could proclaim. but with the kind of day you've had, you craved more and more of his delicate touch. you wanted to make up for all the lost time you spent wasting away in that dusty office while your husband worked, busying himself as he patiently awaited your arrival.

small nibbles and desperate pulls of velvety skin intensified your need, a fervid heat beginning to pool between your thighs. Sanji's strong hands worked at your waist, tugging your hips into his, now painfully aware of the clothing that separated the two of you. "off" was the word tattooed to the forefront of your mind, the power it held in what it meant drove you to a euphoric high as you pressed yourself further into him. as if you couldn't feel more alive, Sanji hoisted you up into the air, wrapping your legs around his waist as he moved with purpose. you gasped in shocked pleasure at the height, staring into his deep blue eyes before colliding once again. you had no idea where he was taking you, but it didn't matter. all you knew was that you needed him. and you needed him now. hell, he could take you right here on the floor if he really wanted to, ruining the pristine condition he worked to maintain throughout the day.

to your surprise, a firm surface clashes with the soft plush of your ass, Sanji using it as an instrument to aid your pleasure. his gentle hand is now rested under your knee, spreading your thighs ever-so-slightly to claim his spot between them. the thick hard-on beneath his dark slacks grazes your aching core with every dip and thrust. your hips buck mindlessly, chasing that sensation as you grow increasingly more wet under his touch. the taut material of your work pants begin to prickle your legs, your arousal bleeding into a feverish sweat. off.

"off, Sanji," you whimpered, eyes half lidded as you tugged at your waistband. "take these off."

Sanji, never one to deny your request, began to fiddle with the metallic loops and buckles of your pants. his hot mouth lowered down to your neck as he peeled the pants clean off. the snap of the loud fabric pulled your mouth into a naughty smirk, planting your feet on the tabletop as you raised your knees to your chest. the sight of your sopping panties now on full display to the rest of your house, the ghosts of warm memories swimming around you as you drink in the sight of the blond man under you. a raspy moan escaped from your lips as Sanji tugged the supple skin of your neck with his teeth, hungrily satisfying your flesh as his hands wandered down to your hips.

his slender fingers hooked under the thin elastic of your panties, the pastel pink fabric darkened with your arousal. you lifted your hips into him once more, inviting him to pull them off and take you. Sanji has always been fluent in your body's language, taking your wordless request into consideration as he obeyed your command. the room's stuffy draft drifted cooly over the heat rising from your core, the sensation urging your craving to be touched. you craned your neck back, raking your fingers through messy blonde waves as you gave Sanji full access to the expansive plane of skin. his lips surged into yours as his fingers trailed softly between your folds, your slick painting his fingertips. his teasing touch caused you to moan against his ear, the absence of necessary friction driving you crazy.

"touch me harder," you pleaded, writhing your hips into his touch.

Sanji pulled his fingers away instantly, earning an irritated groan from you. his hands caressed the supple skin around your pulsing cunt, gently massaging circles to ease your tensing muscles below.

"shhh, it's okay sweetheart. we have time," Sanji hushed gently, one of his palms cupping your cheek.

leaning into his touch, you huffed and shuddered under his intense gaze. your cheeks flushed a fierce pink as your bottom half lay open and exposed, his own growing erection dangerously close to your cunt. his thumb brushed your bottom lip lightly, the slick of your saliva gliding it effortlessly into your mouth. your tongue hollowed as you tasted his finger, twisting and sucking it further down your throat. the smell of smoke and ash intoxicating as you tasted his fingertips, growing envious of the addiction he spends so much time satisfying. you never broke eye contact as you did so, watching his resolve crumble with every swipe and stroke. completely mesmerized by the way your head bobbed around his finger, Sanji dove further, earning a sweet gag out of you.

"will you fuck me now?" you asked around his finger, tone thick and full with arousal. your fingers worked on the buttons of your shirt, undoing them agonizingly slow to reveal your breasts.

Sanji's touch trembled slightly at your words, impatience and lust getting the better of him. a gruff laugh spilled from his own soaked lips, a result of his tongue subconsciously mirroring the way you worked him into your mouth. "yes, darling" was all he could muster under the strain of his arousal, his pants growing tighter with each passing second.

his slick thumb trailed down your exposed middle, each pass igniting a flame as he inched closer and closer to your needy pussy. you watched breathlessly as he met your core, his finger tracing lazy circles over your swollen clit. every rub sent jolts of electricity deep into your stomach, muscles beginning to constrict as your orgasm builds. Sanji's hand found its way into your bra, kneading the plush skin of your breast as he stimulated you below. the attention drove you wild, your breath hitching in your throat as it grew unbearable. you needed him inside you, needed him to brutally attack that gummy spot that sent you reeling.

Sanji lowered himself between your thighs, his warm breath ghosting over your drooling cunt. he exhaled a satisfied groan as he slid a finger inside, twisting and hooking to tease your g-spot.

"so needy," he purred, placing a tender kiss on your puffy clit. you flinched from the contact, rocking your hips into his rhythm as he eased in a second finger. "its hard to believe you could work in these conditions, my love. you're so tense! use me, baby. use me to let go and relief yourself."

a whiny, pitchy moan dragged out from your lips, throwing your head back as he pumped ferociously inside of you. Sanji's tongue teased and suckled at your flesh simultaneously, lapping up your sweet nectar as you slowly released around his hold. just as your thighs began to tremble and twitch, Sanji removed his fingers, your cunt pulsing frantically in their absence. it wasn't long before he dove back in, replacing his hands with his wild tongue. you writhed as he pried your thighs apart, his firm grasp trying its best to keep you in place. your back hit the thin linen sheet that draped over the dining table, fisting the fabric as you rode your high.

lewd sounds of your slick lapping against his tongue mingled with the clang of rattling silverware, a melody of desperate moans joining the symphony. your hands found their way into his honey-blonde hair once again, Sanji's scalp stinging as you tugged.

"fuck Sanji! right there! don't stop i'm close.." you cried out, eyes watering as you shut them tightly. the moans escaping you were deafening, the old wood beneath you vibrating. you could feel Sanji smiling into you, his lips curling into a smirk as he continued to ravage you.

your neck snapped upwards, chin pressed against your chest as you watched your husband eat you out. the sight alone was enough to make you come — his dark lashes resting softly against his rosy cheeks, the slick of your arousal soaking his face and shirt. you made a mental note to handle his laundry for the next few days, tending to the stain before it could ruin the delicate fabric.

with every buck and roll of your hips, Sanji began to whine into your core, his erection growing painful under the confines of his pants. but he was determined to make you finish right into his mouth. the taste of you was intoxicating, a flavor Sanji never wished to forget. he could devour you for every meal for the rest of his life and not once would he go hungry. you satisfied him, in sex, in love, in life. you were the one, tinkered to perfection just for him.

"come for me, sweetheart" Sanji begged, his fingers sliding into you once more, beckoning for your sweet release. the rhythmic pump and curl of his fingers sending you right over the edge.

your grip on his hair tightened as you brought him into you, his lips suctioning around your aching cunt as he drank you in. in the heat of your orgasm, you cleared the table entirely as you grabbed at anything to stabilize your convulsing body. a cacophony of clattering silverware and shattering ceramic filled the room, then world around you crumbling along with your resolve.

"yes! yes! yes! oh my god—" you exclaimed, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you clamped your thighs around Sanji's head. the force of your skin into his temples was enough to make his ears ring, a dull pain lingering under your touch. but none of that mattered. the temporary pain Sanji felt in this moment could never amount to the irritation you endured every day away from home. he would do anything to relieve you of that burden, and if suffocating him between your thighs was the way to go, he would do it a thousand times over.

the crippling realization of your actions snapped you out of your euphoria, rising to sit up as you took in the sight around you. shards of white ceramic dishes scattered across the floor, your now-dirty silverware accompanying the mess. you brought your hands to your face, hiding it out of shame.

"i'm so sorry, love. i'll clean it up," you apologized, scooting off the table. a soft hand on your shoulder stops you, Sanji's gaze a mixture of gratitude and sincerity.

"don't even worry about it," he began, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "go wash up and i'll have this all cleaned up by the time you're back!"

you sighed, relieved that after all the work he's been through today, Sanji was still willing to help you. "what did i do to deserve such a loving husband?"

Sanji smiled softly, using his free hand to push the wild strands of hair out of your face. "i've been hooked on you since the day i met you, [y/n]. all you had to do was be yourself."

sanji has worked his way into my heart and i cannot shake this beautiful man i adore him with my entire being

and yes, this inspired by that one scene from ‘don’t worry darling’. it was a calling and who am i to turn down divine intervention?

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scvrgrl · 15 days ago

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in case you missed it, here’s part three! this was by far my favorite chapter to write (for obvious reasons lmfaooo) i just had so much fun with it!!

i’m currently writing something for a special straw hat so stay tuned for that ;)))

part three | part two

cw: smut & mature language

“nope, you’re doing it wrong.”

since your reconciliation, you and Ace have made it clear that you’re no longer at each others throats. a colossal weight had been lifted off the crews shoulders, the days of walking on eggshells around the two of you were in the past. in fact, Whitebeard took notice to this sudden shift in your attitude, smiling to himself as he watched your sparkle come back. he knew that you were slightly miserable around the new recruit, hoping that it was a phase that would pass as time went on. a small part of him worried that this childish feud would send you running back home, realizing that your craving for adventure had been a mistake.

as your captain, Whitebeard realized that losing someone with the potential you carried would’ve been detrimental for his crew. but as your father, Whitebeard wanted nothing more than to protect you from the dangers that awaited on these waters. which is why when you assured him that you were here to stay, Whitebeard decided that it would be best to begin your training as soon as possible. and who would be a better mentor than your fiery counterpart?

...

"i want you to train [y/n]."

Whitebeard pulled Ace aside during one of the crew's casual weekend banquets, overlooking the lower deck as the setting sun faded into a deep ocean blue below. the moment your name left Whitebeard's lips, Ace's eyes landed on you. it was as if you possessed some magnetic force that drew him in, helpless to the way your figure swayed to the sound of the melodic violin. your eyes were closed, enveloped in your own world, completely oblivious to the thrumming of Ace's heart as he traced your features with his chestnut eyes.

"i don't know," Ace said, a soft uncertainty lingering on his tongue. "are you sure? why not have Marco or someone else teach her? i'm sure they're much more qualified for that kinda position than i ever could be—"

a firm hand clasped his bare shoulder gently, ceasing his meaningless rambling. Ace flicked his gaze upwards to meet Whitebeard's eyes, his pupils a fierce yellow contrasting the night sky.

"Ace, i know you've had a rocky start here but so has everyone else. i wouldn't expect that someone who's grown up in the shroud of rejection could come around easy, but you've proven to me that you've got what it takes. over the last few weeks i've admired your potential, saw versions of myself in your mannerisms and your determination. although we are two different men, i understand your frustrations and your pain."

Ace watched Whitebeard as he spoke, his strong voice unwavering as he meant every single word. he never would have imagined that the careless decision he made all those nights ago would lead him here — lead him to a family. an overwhelming emotion began to rise in his throat, tears daring to sting behind his eyes. no one had ever told him these things before — not Dadan, not Garp, not Sabo, not even Luffy. not that the crybaby would understand anyway...

the concrete walls Ace build around his heart so many years ago began to crack, slivers of warmth trickling through. it was a sensation he hadn't felt since the day he met his brothers — the feeling of letting someone in. it was vulnerability, and in allowing himself to indulge in that feeling, just for a moment, Ace felt trust bloom in his chest. the exhale that left his lungs was full of relief, a weight of exhaustion slowly chipping off of his conscience. when Ace didn't speak, Whitebeard continued.

"i trust you, kid. it's why i dragged you up here in the first place, because i know that i could trust you to take care of my girl. yeah she might be a handful or give you a hard time, but i can tell she's warming up to you. [y/n] needs someone who will understand her, someone she can relate to"

to that Ace smiled, the memory of your discussion a few nights prior washing to the front of his mind. he remembered the glint in your eyes when you spoke to him, vulnerability and comfort. it was foreign yet familiar all at once, a sight he was willing to get used to.

"i may be wise when the time is right, but i'm no longer the young man i used to be. i don't know what you teenagers think nowadays and i don't particularly care. all i ask is that you follow my conditions when training her, but other than that she's free to do anything you assign her to. i'm giving you creative liberty here, so don't make me regret it, Ace."

"wow, you're really not letting up on that rule huh?" Ace laughed, crossing his arms as an audacious smirk creeped across his face.

"not a chance," Whitebeard insisted, the traces of amusement that coated his words now gone. "i value you as my son Ace, and i expect that you treat my daughter under the same honor."

and there it was again. that wave of warmth washing over Ace's heart at the reassurance within Whitebeard's words. he sees me as his son.

no matter how much those words meant to Ace, he would never let it show. he had a reputation to uphold — a witty teenager with a heart of stone. although, everyone on the crew knew that Ace had one of the biggest hearts they've ever encountered.

"so you want me to treat [y/n] like my daughter?" Ace mocked, his eye brows quirked in amusement as he waits for the large man's retort.

"get outta here before i kick your ass, smart aleck."

...

the following week Ace began your training, presenting you with a list of beginner exercises to start conditioning your body to become flexible over time.

"its rude to tell a woman that she should work out, you know?" you teased, eyes briefly scanning over the hastily scribbled words. "and did you just write this down? how the fuck am i supposed to read your chicken scratch?"

"do you wanna get stronger or not?" Ace huffed, snatching the list back as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. you caught the way his eyes inspected the page frantically, questioning if his handwriting really was that bad. "are you blind? this is perfectly legible! now stop complaining and drop and give me twenty!"

you rolled your eyes, snatching the list from his hands once again and fleeing to your quarters before he could protest.

and now here you two were, three weeks later under the sweltering summer sun, sweat glistening across your chest and forehead. today's lesson involved perfecting the hook kick from last week, a flashy move Ace was ecstatic to teach you.

“nope, you’re doing it wrong,” Ace instructed, arms crossed over his exposed chest as he leaned against the wooden railing overlooking the water. "you need to position your legs wider or else you're gonna topple over. do it again."

frustration and exhaustion blended into a pang of irritation that bloomed beneath your temples. the heels of your feet burned and ached from the constant friction against the rubber mat under you. you had been training for hours at this point doing the same fucking thing, and all Ace was doing was watching you, occasionally sipping on your lemonade he made you as a reward.

"can you put the drink down and help me, jackass? i thought that was for me anyway!" you shouted, eyes tracing the condensation dripping off the ice cold glass, making your mouth feel drier than it really was.

"okay, okay," Ace relented, taking one final sip before making his way over to you. "just watch me for now, and pay attention to my feet."

you mumbled something about being disgusted by his wiggling appendages, but Ace had already tuned you out. he positioned his legs just as he instructed you: dominant foot in the back, majority of your weight shifted onto it as you prepare to swing, up and out. his movements were swift, and if you had blinked in that moment, you would’ve missed the way his foot flew through the air. a strong whoosh flew past your face, Ace’s large foot inches from your nose. he had a surprisingly good sense of balance, remaining perched on one leg as he grinned at you mischievously.

“how was that?” he asked, bold eyebrows twitching in anticipation. you feigned disgust, concealing your awe for the man’s skill.

“your feet are black,” you replied, shoving his foot away from your line of sight. Ace yelped at the sudden contact, throwing him off balance. “would it kill you to wear some shoes around here? a shower maybe while you’re at it?”

“if you wanna see me in the shower that bad all you gotta do is ask, sweetheart” Ace teased, tossing a wink in your direction.

you rolled your eyes as you shooed him off your place on the mat. you ignored the warm blush that dusted your cheeks, shifting the blame to the blazing sun hanging above you. "don't call me that."

your banter was easy, tossing jabs and snide comments at one another with no real malice behind them. it was, for the first time ever, friendly. you and Ace became comfortable with each other, long nights of cleaning and talking under the gentle moonlight strengthened the bond you shared. the tension Ace held in his muscles whenever you approached him softened, a warm, easy smile replacing it.

getting into your stance, you attempted to mimic Ace's footwork but something still felt off. no matter how you positioned your legs, they felt awkward and out of place. you had come to the realization that training was like learning to walk all over again — a system of movements that must become second nature to improve your chances of survival.

Ace exhaled softly, sensing the bitter frustration that clouded your thoughts. "here, why don't we try this. may i?

before you knew it, Ace's broad figure loomed silently behind you, his large palms hovering over your hips. the warmth of his skin ghosted over the cool sweat that dripped down your back, causing your body to shudder at the proximity. you muttered a soft "mhm" to his request, more-so focused on calming the fluttering of your heart in your chest.

warm, rough palms rested on your hips, gently guiding your body into the preferred position. unsure of what to do with your arms, they remained suspended above your waist, giving you full view of the scene occurring just below your stomach. Ace's firm yet respectful touch was enough to send you reeling, your breath hitching in your throat as his hands wandered lower.

"— and your thighs should be a little more apart, like this."

entirely enveloped in your perverse thoughts, you hadn't realized Ace's change in position: kneeling before you as his hands trailed up to part your legs. the thin line of composure you held onto began to coil, wounding tighter and tighter the longer Ace's fingers poked into your soft skin.

"you could at least buy me dinner first before you start spreading my legs like that," you teased, peering down at him.

Ace chuckled, his hands hovering dangerously close to a button he knows he shouldn't press. "not sure your father would want that."

he remained a polite distance, casually glancing up to meet your gaze with his, weary and unsure. although, there was a strange glint in his eyes. something that told you this particular interaction was far from innocent. it was an experiment — hypothesizing just how far you were willing to go if he played his cards right. you kept that look tucked away in your back pocket, reminding yourself to analyze its subliminal message later.

"okay, now try it!" Ace said, slapping his hands against his thighs before returning to his original spot on the rail.

you shook the feeling of your stomach lurching, snuffing out the small flame of arousal kindling deep inside. the frustration from earlier returned, snowballing into a fierce determination to prove yourself to the man standing before you. it came from a place far from receiving male validation. rather, you wanted to prove yourself worthy to a respectable opponent, or in this case, your current mentor.

doing as you were instructed, you finally succeeded. your foot glided through the air gracefully, a rush of excitement pooling in your temples as you peered over your elevated leg.

"oh my god, i finally did it!" you exclaimed, giggling as you pranced gleefully around the deck.

"hell yeah! i knew you had it in you," Ace encouraged, rushing over to you to give you a high five. you gladly accepted the gesture, throwing both your hands around his neck and pulling him into a tight squeeze.

"thank you, thank you, thank you!" you chanted, voiced muffled as you nuzzled into his bare neck. Ace instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up in the air as he spun you around. a melody of affectionate laughter filled the upper deck, your smile radiating in competition with the sun shining above you. pulling away from his embrace, you and Ace remained fixated on each other. lingering touches and glances verbalized something you wouldn't have dared to admit aloud.

tension slowly built into a tangible weight between the two of you, pulling you deeper into a reality where nothing else mattered. a pang of guilt in your stomach grounded you, transporting this moment into the present. you knew these feelings were wrong, that your father would never approve of something that could risk the well-being of the family he fought so hard to keep. and you knew that it wouldn't be fair to Ace either, jeopardizing the only grounding force in his life.

you cleared your throat as you shrugged yourself out of his warm embrace. "we should probably head back inside. it's almost lunch time and i'm starving."

"yeah, you're probably right," Ace conceded, his hand scratching the back of his head bashfully. "do you wanna meet up later? we can drink to your victory"

...

rain drops pattering against the cool glass of Ace’s bedroom window mingled with the sounds of your rambunctious laughter. a half-empty wine bottle rested between the two of you, heads nearly touching as you lay parallel to one another. an unexpected storm interfered with your plans to convene at the original meet up spot, dampening your mood for just a moment. but when Ace offered to host you in his quarters, you jumped at the opportunity, curiosity influencing your judgement.

to your surprise, his bedroom was much tidier than you expected — only a few stray articles of clothing tossed here and there. but for the most part, he was organized. when you asked him about it, he replied simply, “i didn’t grow up with a lot of things. my brothers and i slept on the hard floor with a blanket and a pillow, all sharing the same clothes until we outgrew them. it didn’t take much to provide for us, really. as long as we had food in our stomachs and a place to sleep, we didn’t really give a shit.”

you nodded, humming in understanding. “makes sense, i guess. you really are just a simple guy.”

“a simple guy with simple pleasures.” Ace smiled, his gaze lingering on yours as he brought the bottle to his lips, “what about you, princess?”

you huffed a laugh at the nickname, “i thought i told you to stop calling me that.”

Ace’s eyes wandered up and around the room, mock contemplation in his voice as he tapped his fingers against his chin, “no, no. i believe you told me to stop calling you ‘sweetheart’. ‘princess’ is completely free game.”

your eyes rolled but there was no irritation behind it. “whatever, smart ass. and yes, i grew up with a decent amount of things. nothing in excess though, my mother didn’t believe in spoiled children. she only got me what i needed and that was final.”

it was moments like these where time stood still, just you, Ace, and the fuzzy feeling of alcohol swimming in your system. occasional outbursts of laughter reverberated off the walls as you opened up about your childhood. pure curiosity sang a tune, guiding your steps into a playful dance as you retraced the steps of your youth. it was easy talking to Ace. ghosts of loathing no longer haunted the walls of your father's vessel, each one exorcised to pave way for fondness and understanding. the words you said to Ace that one night still loom over you like a dark cloud, the harsh rain of regret waiting to come down.

but, just for a moment, that cloud would disappear. instead, the warmth of hope filled that void as you both recalled events throughout the day — reminiscing on the things that made you laugh, upset, sad, or happy. and the best part about evenings like these was that you both enjoyed the company. you took pride in hearing about Ace’s day and the kind of things he did when you weren’t around. it was as if he let you in on a big secret, one he kept locked away in the confines of his heart. it was a glimpse into his mind, an opportunity to familiarize yourself with his nuances.

a few short minutes had passed in silence, basking in the dim candlelight that flickered in a near off corner. hues of burning oranges and yellows accentuated the sharp features that made its home on Ace's face. this was the first time you had taken the time to truly admire the man, shamelessly acknowledging his beauty and committing it to memory. you took advantage of the alcohol's effect on your senses, releasing your inhibitions as you allowed your eyes to hungrily trace his sculpted frame. you always admired Ace's freckles, tracing over them numerous times whenever his back and chest were exposed. you nearly memorized their orientation, connecting them in your mind and experimenting with different figures that matched its outline.

"your freckles are pretty," you said casually, eyes fixated on a particular patch that kissed his waist. "who'd you get those from?"

Ace nearly choked on the long gulp of wine that traveled down his throat, a fierce shade of crimson coloring his freckled cheeks. "w-what?"

"your freckles," you repeated, completely oblivious to the effect you have on this man. "who gave them to you?"

"my mother," Ace replied, a soft smile lingering on his face. if there was one thing Ace loved, it was talking about his mom. he loved that woman more than life itself, wishing every day that he could get a moment with her again. there were so many questions left unanswered that he knew she would have the answers to. "the old man told me that she had the same freckles i do."

there was a brief pause, a moment of contemplation before Ace continued. it was an expression you couldn't read but valued nonetheless. "everyone knows what my father looks like. and i've heard so many times that i'm the splitting image of that bastard. but sometimes...i stare at myself in the mirror and try to look for my mother. i want to know what she left behind."

the confession made your heart sink, wishing that you could relieve that burden from Ace's shoulders just for a moment. as if you were a marionette, you crept forward toward the man on your hands and knees, movements automatic and out of your control. there was that force again, that charge that drew you in helplessly. inches from his face, you cupped his cheeks in your hands, tracing over his freckles with your thumbs. the brief flash of shock that colored Ace's expression melted into something soft, something vulnerable. he relaxed into your touch, accepting your gentle gaze upon his face.

"you're beautiful, Ace. if there's anything she gave you, it's your beauty."

and just like that, all hopes of keeping this relationship platonic shattered. a hot tear rolled down Ace's cheek before lurching forward, lips crashing desperately against yours. wandering hands grabbed at mounds of flesh, labored breaths filling the silence. Ace's hot lips against yours felt like finding the missing piece to a big puzzle, a perfect fit as you connected effortlessly. large hands met the nape of your neck as he pulled you in closer, his long fingers becoming tangled in your hair.

you ripped your mouth from his, a string of saliva hanging between the two of you as you moved down to his neck. the pulse of his racing heart beat softly against your lips, kissing the spot tenderly before sinking lower. your teeth met the firm muscle that rested on his neck, biting and suckling it into a bruise, absentmindedly leaving your mark. the man beneath you groaned at the contact, his hands roaming to meet your hips. instinct kicked in as you rolled your hips in his lap, his length hardening with every bump and grind.

the soft whimper that hitched in his throat sent a shock down your spine, volts of arousal buzzing inside your core. you needed to feel him, to memorize every inch of his body. your mind wandered faster than your hands could, images of those precious freckles you spent countless minutes studying must be tattooed everywhere else.

"get up and take your pants off," you ordered breathlessly, hands palming the growing bulge beneath the soft linen of his sleep pants.

Ace's breath stuttered as he nodded, gently peeling you off his aching cock. his hands trembled with adrenaline, fingers fumbling with the strings around his waist before tearing off his pants. the speed in which he moved made you laugh, stifling your giggled behind your hand as he smirked down at you.

"you sure you wanna do this, princess?" he asked, bare chest rising and falling as beads of sweat glistened his peachy skin.

your expression softened at the sentiment, but determination still burned deep in your stomach. all you wanted to do was make him feel good, to have him crumble and beg and moan your name. you nodded, tugging at the waistband of his skin-tight boxers. "i'm sure. now let me see it, pretty boy."

your words were coated in a thick arousal, dripping from your mouth as you prepped yourself for the length about to fill it. pushing him onto the plush mattress behind him, you finally peeled off his bottoms, revealing a cock much bigger than you anticipated. his tip glistened under the candlelight, twitching against your tongue as you licked a stripe across it. you took him into your mouth agonizingly slow, easing his length down your throat to envelop it in your hot saliva.

"fuck [y/n]" Ace cooed, fingers raking through your hair to reveal your face. he wanted to watch every second of you sucking and pumping on his cock.

removing your lips from his length with a loud pop, you stared at him through your thick lashes. lips and chin covered in saliva and precum, you smiled as you began to work and pump rhythmically down his member. with every hitch and stutter of his breath, you swept a thumb over his tip, paying extra attention to the sensitive bulb before you.

"you like that, huh?" you teased, earning a frantic nod from the man above you. you smelled again, flashing your pearly teeth for just a moment, "good. don't come yet baby, i wanna see your pretty face when you do it."

Ace groaned to your instruction, biting his lips to keep himself from unraveling under your touch. before he could plead, you sunk back down, hollowing your cheeks as your hands and mouth bobbed around his cock. the grip on your hair tightened and pulled, Ace's hips bucking into your face as he writhed uncontrollably. lewd moans and gags filled the room as he pushed further and further, tears welling in your eyes.

the quickening of his pace let you know he was close. ripping your hot mouth from his length, you kept your fist at a steady pace, waiting for that pearly substance to make its debut. Ace's eyes were filled with lust, lids drooping over his ominous pupils as he choked out a moan. and just like that, his resolve snapped, the burning coil in his chest tightening as he rides out his orgasm. strings of opaque white coated your fist and lips as you licked your hands clean. you hummed a soft moan as you cleaned up his tip with your tongue, Ace shuddering and twitching at the contact.

"you did so good—"

"shut up and get up here," Ace ordered, his voice raspy and dark with desire. the sudden change in roles threw you for a loop, the throbbing of your leaky cunt you so graciously ignored made it's powerful appearance once more.

practically throwing yourself on the mattress in excitement, you straddled Ace's lap as you smashed your lips against his. the fusion of your saliva with his was intoxicating, your head swimming as you drank him in. your tongues wrestled for dominance, twisting and turning messily to memorize every inch of each other. you were desperate, hungry and so fucking horny you couldn't even think straight. before you could grind down on his cock once more, Ace grabbed your waist and flipped you onto your back, your head reeling at the sudden contact against the plush surface beneath you.

Ace's hands and mouth wandered down your body, suckling and breathing heavily as he peeled your clothes off. he grabbed and squeezed at the gentle skin of your tits, his thumbs tracing circles over your nipples to stimulate you further. your back arched toward him as his mouth met your chest, licking and sucking around your breasts. he knew exactly how to repay you, almost as if he knew your body upon instinct. Ace knew exactly what buttons to press to send you reeling and writhing.

his long, slender fingers peeled off your little sleep shorts, toying with the waistband of your soaked panties beneath them. Ace found your soaked cunt immediately, sliding through your folds with a charged purpose that had your eyes snapping shut. he drew lazy circles over your puffy clit before removing his hand to expose your dripping heat to the rest of the room.

"fuck, you're beautiful," Ace gaped, before making his way to the opposite end of the mattress. you whined at his absence, practically beckoning at him to return to play with your pussy. he propped himself on his fluffy pillows, resting against his headboard before calling you over. "c'mere sweetheart, this isn't over yet."

you turned to meet his gaze from behind you, Ace's legs spread open and inviting. your crawled to meet his touch, settling between the space he made just for you. your bare back met his damp chest as you rested your head in the crook of his neck. Ace pulled your knees to your chest, hooking your thighs around his as you were spread out to the room before you.

"don't you dare make a sound," Ace whispered into your ear, easing his hands down to meet your core once again. before you could nod in compliance, his fingers slid into you with practiced ease. you fought back a loud moan as he glided in and out of your cunt, salacious sounds filling the silence. his rhythm increased ruthlessly, curling upwards to meet your g-spot. throwing your head back, you released a guttural moan, a hand quick to silence you.

"i said be quiet," Ace growled, anxiety slipping through his facade.

"okay yeah sorry," you huffed, catching your breath to ground yourself. "just please keep going."

obeying your command, Ace slipped his fingers in, quickly picking up where he left off. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his palm met your swollen clit, pounding it as his fingers bottomed out inside of you. blinding arousal slowly built deep into your stomach, each drive of his fingers and swirl of his thumbs over your sensitive bud nearly sending you over the edge. feeling you reach your peak, Ace increased his speed, abusing your spongy insides as he drove you to climax. your things trembled under the release, lewd sounds of squelching and squirting filling the silence.

"oh my go— mmm!" you squealed, heaving and groaning into Ace's palm as you came down from your high. you went limp in his arms, twitching as a cool draft blew gently over your sensitive cunt. that moment of intoxicating euphoria spiked once more as you felt Ace harden from behind you. you turned to meet his gaze, smirking something devious. "you're such a dog."

"shut up and bend over, princess," Ace purred, slapping the outside of your thighs to prompt you into position. you giggled at the contact, doing just as you were told.

lining himself up with your slick entrance, Ace eased himself into you. your body shuddered at the sensation, still sensitive from your previous endeavor. Ace gripped your hips as he writhed rhythmically, your gummy walls clenching onto his length. becoming lost and drunk on the sensation, Ace quickened his pace as he chased his second orgasm of the night. the sight of your arched back and ass ramming into his was enough to have his knees buckle beneath him. the sounds of damp skin slapping filled the room once more, labored breaths following shortly after. little whines escaped your lips again, prompting Ace's palm to shield your mouth.

you secretly enjoyed the rough sensation against your lips, adding to the thrill of secrecy and dishonor. you smiled against his palm as a salacious moan spilled from your lips, his length hitting against your g-spot just right. gripping the once-clean sheets beneath you, the two of you rode out your orgasms together, crumbling and shaking as you held each other close.

your final moments of consciousness were spent wrapped in each others arms, naked and kissing tenderly. exhaustion washing over the two of you instantly, still sticky with arousal and sweat.

...

the burning white ray of sunshine that shone through a cracked window ripped you from the comfort of sleep. your head throbbed instantly as you came to, stomach twisting and turning with an anxiety you couldn't pinpoint the cause of. something felt wrong, like there was a disturbance in your normal routine.

the weight of something draped over your waist caused your eyes to snap open, body stiffening under the contact. there's no way

turning your head reluctantly, you are met with the sight of a familiar head of black hair, flushed freckled cheeks and a softened expression that made your chest tighten. before you could awkwardly pull yourself from his arms, Ace flipped onto his other side suddenly, snoring louder as he did so. ignoring the ache of your body and head, you took the opportunity to get up silently and quickly throw your clothes on, making a swift exit from the room.

i am so fucked.

PORTGAS D. ROUGE WE STILL TALK AND THINK ABOUT YOU MAMA 💔

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scvrgrl · 16 days ago

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oh this kept me fed!!!!

content. mdni 18+

vinsmoke sanji ! pussy eating

with your back flat against the wooden wall of his room, your panties hung off one ankle. your legs were hiked up on the nice linen of his all black suit. gentle kisses traced your skin and trailed up your thighs to the lips of your pussy. he took a deep sniff in, reveling not so silently in the scent of your arousal. groaning softly in approval, his tongue dipped forward to run his tongue flat against your pussy. you flinched in pleasure, sucking in a deep breath. you ran your fingers through the strands of his smooth, blond hair with both hands before gently leading him closer to your dripping cunt. without any hesitation, he slowly worked at your clit. soft flicks of the tip of his tongue and a suck here and there. soft moans left your slack jaw, following the flow of his tongue with your hips in light bucks.

"you taste magnificent.." he mumbled into your cunt and his large hand wrapped around the leg on his shoulder, cold rings pleasantly stinging your warm skin. "better than anything i've ever tasted."

"you- hahhh.. talk too much" you spoke bashfully, tips of your ears turning hot as you stared down at his face nudged deep in the space between your thighs. he responded with a smile and a loud slurp on your cunt.

" 'm sorry, my love."

he savored you, ravaging you lovingly. he groaned ever so often as he appreciated your slick that sat on his tongue and slid down his throat. you twitched on his taste buds and the small bucks of your hips became more aggressive to ride his face in need. you whimpered, gulping down your saliva as his hazy brown eyes shifted upwards to prettily stare at you. you whimpered loudly when your eyes connected. his eyes were calm and studied you carefully. his face scrunched in satisfaction, cheeks flushed pink and hollowed in slightly to suck at your aching clit. your hands tugged at his scalp to push him as close to you as possible. his nose bumped at your pubic mound, nuzzling against your smooth skin each time your hips knocked themselves into him. you chanted his name sweetly, your gaze locked into his only to squeeze shut when you could feel the pressure build up.

he ignored the feeling on his head as you unknowingly pulled painfully tight on his tresses, egging you on with his tongue and feather light caresses to your hips. you snuck your bottom lip between your teeth, knees almost buckling underneath you if it weren't for sanji keeping you still. he moaned greedily against your leaking cunt, swallowing the smallest drops of your climax until there was none left. your hips stuttered against his tongue, your whines bouncing off the walls of his room.

"that's a good girl.." he murmured as he pulled away from you, messaging his thumbs into your skin and kissing at your hip bones.

#one piece sanji #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #one piece smut

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scvrgrl · 18 days ago

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YES GODDDDDUHHHHHH

the cook

#one piece #sanji #blackleg sanji #one piece fanart #i’m drooling

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