1. He has no awareness of his own sex appeal.
Watching Ace fight was... arousing, to say the least.
You stood silently on the sidelines as a fight broke out on the deck of the Moby Dick. You could have sworn that a few minutes ago it was just a friendly brawl, but looking at the sight before you, it had become seemingly more violent than what it had started as. You, however, being one of Whitebeard's most trusted crew members, knew this to be a common occurrence on a ship full of male pirates, and one you had long become accustomed to as something that should not be taken seriously.
Instead, your eyes were glued to Ace, one of the main perpetrators for... whatever this was. His back was facing you as he punched a crewmate square in the nose, while fending off another two.
God, those muscles of his were a sin.
You leaned back on the railing as you watched his back tighten, fists clenching, and you couldn't help the corner of your lip turn up. His biceps flexed, sweat running down his back in thin rivulets as his fist burst into flames, a cocky smirk adorning his features as he spread his legs wider to get better stability.
Mmm~
His fist drew back, tightening, muscles rippling as he punched the air in front of him, hiken!, and you could almost hear the amusement in his voice. Enormous flames rushed forward and engulfed the deck, and it sent the remainder of your weaker crew mates flying in that one hit.
Your eyes dropped to those tantalizing hips, belt looped messily and pants hanging too low, giving you a peek of the waistband of his boxer-briefs. You snickered, head tilting to the side as you shamelessly stared at his ass. You were sure he wouldn't mind.
The deck sizzled, smoke rising from the floorboards as the flames died down. The floor was burnt completely black in some places, and Marco's angry swearing reached your ears as Ace just laughed and stuck his tongue out. He hadn't seriously injured anyone, after all (Besides the deck).
Ace turned around, catching a sight of you, and his face lit up, the biggest smile brightening his features that made your heart melt. He jogged over to you, hair tousled and sticking to his neck, a light sheen of sweat coating his skin.
"Hey Ember, did you see that? Those asses still think they can beat me!" he grinned, using the cute nickname he had a habit of calling you.
His eyebrows furrowed, however, when you said nothing, just smiling cheekily with an odd far-off look in your eyes.
"...Are you alright?" he asked, a hand casually going to your waist in an intimate gesture.
You just smiled secretively, sneaking a glance to the others, then leaned forward, a hand wrapped around his neck as you whispered seductively in his ear,
"I want to suck your dick~"
The Whitebeard pirates watched confusedly as their female member suddenly made a bee-line for the storage room, Ace trailing behind you like a puppy wagging its tail, and the stupidest grin ever adorning his face.
