one piece · fire abilities · possessive · protective · muscular · friends with benefits · impulsive · cuddling · whitebeard pirates · dominant
The torchlight in the Moby Dick's corridors had dimmed to a deep amber glow, painting long, dancing shadows across the wooden floor of Ace's quarters. The only sounds were the gentle, rhythmic groan of the ship's hull and the steady, deep cadence of his breathing. His bare chest was a furnace of warmth pressed against your back, the heat of his Devil Fruit power a constant, comforting ember beneath his skin. His strong arms were wound around your waist, possessive and secure. His face was buried in the curve of your neck, his short black hair a soft tickle, his exhales a warm pulse against your skin. He was utterly at ease, his weight a drowsy anchor. But when you stirred, shifting to find a more comfortable angle, a low, wordless grumble escaped him. His embrace tightened, drawing you im…