Ace is the type of person to show everyone pictures and wanted posters of you to every single person he mets
"Look this is my girlfriend. Isn't she pretty? I'm so lucky!"
He sleeps mid talking about you than wakes up and continues talking about you.
Basically everyone he ever met. Even once. They know about you. Ace never shuts up nothing shuts him up and he doesn't want to shut up.
Ace starts a conversation unrelated to you into you!
"We need more supplies for the ship. Wait speaking of supplies, she needs a better coat for winter! Look at this picture of her in her current coat. Isn't she so cute? Right?"
Ace stops for a moment before laughing as he slips your picture back in his pocket "what am I saying. She doesn't need a coat I will be her coat"
The only thing that goes in his mind is all about you.
“ah! I think she will like this necklace! This is her favourite colour”
he then spots a flower shop nearby. “Hmm she said she liked that flower, or was it this flower?” He asks the shop owner for advice but ends up yapping to him about you. “she’s so amazing right!..I just miss her. I haven’t seen her in ages..” ace looks down like a defeated puppy. The last time he saw you was two hours ago.
I don't know if your still taking request but, can you do platonic whitebeard pirates x tween reader who is a marine but is so chill. Tween reader didn't want to be a marine but they have a super powerful devil fruit and are being forced by the World Goverment to train. Tween reader and there group they are training under gets captured by the Whitebeared pirates.
But Tween reader is so polite and low-key chill and apologizes for there coworkers rudeness. They are really hungry and ask if there is a chef on board to make some food because they haven't eaten all day from training. Lets be honest whitebeard would never turn a child down, the Whitebeard pirates are like: why is this polite child with the marines????? Hell tween reader even offers to help wash the dishes when they are done, not out of fear but them just being genuine because the a bunch of pirates didn't have to feed reader but they did anyway.
Last Resort ft Whitebeard pirates
Yahooo! Here we go an actual update after so long, I ‘m onto putting together the next one and we speak and hopefully I will get at least one done during my plane ride. Anon I ‘m not sure if you’re still here but I hope this is somewhat under the lines you were looking for
I also wanted to take some time to thank @hannahbarberra162 for helping me get through this block I had and helping me get the fic done. So if you have time please go check her out she is an amazing author and I am sure you will fall in love with her writings!
Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc readers!
“Ah! I’m so glad we got that mission done. I am so hungry,” Dokucha sighed, sitting on the ship’s main deck as they stretched their arms, a small smile on their face.
“It’s all thanks to you, Dokucha!” One of the marines excitedly prattled, many behind him echoing his sentiment.
“Oh! Thank you, Arnold, but you are underestimating the strength you and the rest of you guys have. I assure you the mission could not be complete if you were not here; after all, I am just a child.”
“Dokucha!” the marines cried, elated at their superior’s words. Within the Marines, it was not uncommon to find higher-ups who looked at those ranked below them as just that, something that was beneath them. Even rarer were higher-ups who maintained respect towards them; such reason was why the crew was so enamored by the young Commodore and faithfully followed them despite their age.
“Hahaha! That's what makes you so amazing, Dokucha; you are merely twelve and have already been given the rank of a Commodore and under Sengoku himself, no less!” Arnold continued as he gave the tween a pat on the back, a proud smile on his face.
“Ah, I’m sure I have only made it this far because of my fruit,” They called as they lifted their hand, watching as some debris on the deck slowly levitated in synchrony with their motion.
“Anyone can eat a devil fruit, Dokucha, but not everyone can Master at the speed you have done; you are deserving of your title.”
“Too bad it is not able to help with our ration situation,” They called, smoothly moving past the topic, much to the marine’s chagrin.
“Don’t worry, Commodore; we are sure to encounter pirates on the way to headquarters, so I’m sure we can raid one of their ships; I’m sure the scumbags won’t mind after we get rid of them.”
They shook their head at his words but made no further comment as they waved the Captain off.
“C-Commodore! It’s the Whitebeard pirates.” One of the lookouts cried, launching the marines into action mode, and both the Commodore and the Captain made their way to the bow, easily spotting the mothership of the Emperor slowly approaching them.
“Men to your positions! Prepare the Canons!” The Captain roared only to be stopped as the Commodore raised a hand his way
“No. Stand down”
“C-Commodore?”
“We are no match for them; if we engage them in a fight, we are sure to die; our only hope here is to try to talk our way out,” they reasoned.
“We have you! Commodore!”
“Yes, and they have over a hundred, many of which have bounties of over a million and sometimes even over a billion. I am thankful for your faith in me, but I cannot take a whole crew alone, much less an emperor, so please stand down.”
The marine continued to stare at the child, seemingly conflicted about following such orders until, finally, he let out a sigh.
“Very Well, Commodore; We trust you.”
“Thank you. I will try to make contact with them to see if we can make a deal; in the meantime, attempt to sail away; it is the best we can do in this situation!” they called as they hurriedly made their way below deck.
“Yes! Commodore!” The Marines called as they began to move into their needed positions
However, as they began discussing how they could get away from this situation, a voice called from the water, Startling the marines as they took their eyes off The Moby dick and began to search for the source.
“C’mon! You made it all the way here, so why not join the party?!”
“Who?!”
“Right here, pal,” the same voice called from behind them. They turned around, hearts sinking as they spotted the Second Division Commander on the deck of their ship. With their eyes on the mothership, they had failed to notice the infamous Strider leaving the galleon and speeding their way to the marine vessel.
“You can’t possibly think that we would simply let you barge into our territory and leave unscathed, did you?” Much to their horror, he teased as he ignited his fist in fire.
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It took him a few minutes to completely take over the ship. He made easy work of the marines as he sat on the vessel’s deck completely at ease, ignoring the various insults the men were furiously throwing at him.
“Am I setting it on fire?” He questioned, looking up at Marco, who had made landfall on the ship shortly after Ace had finished rounding up all the marines on the deck.
“Yes, but we have to get rid of them first to make sure none of them gets out; one of our islands is nearby, and the last thing we need is a rogue marine causing a ruckus in it-yoi.”
“Alright,” he called, shooting up and dusting nonexistent dust from his hands as he made his way to the tied-up men, pulling out his dagger.
“No hard feelings, gentlemen,” he called with a grin as he lowered the weapon to the first marine, only to let out a surprise sound as the knife left his hands, seemingly being pulled by an invisible force and into the hands of a newcomer.
“I must ask you not to harm my men,” they called.
“Your men?”
“Dokucha! You’re back! Show these scumbags who they are messing with!” one of the Marines called elatedly, only to frown as they simply shook their head.
“I do apologize for my men. I hope you can understand their standing towards one we are trained to take down,” they began as they walked closer to the men, placing themselves between the commanders and the Marines. They extended the knife back to Ace, who hesitantly grabbed it, beyond confused at their words.
“Dokucha! You don’t have to step down to their level! Please!” One of the Marines cried
“Just leave this to me, alright?” they called with a small smile, turning back to the two men in front of them.
“Not every day a marine apologizes to pirates-yoi.”
“Well, it was our mistake to come into your territory, so it’s only fair to own to my mistakes.” they shrugged.
“Well, I’m glad one of you finally understands you’re mistaken. I like ya, kid! “Ace calls, bouncing up from his previous confusion as he throws the tween a grin
“That being said, we are of no threat to you, and as you can see, I have no intention of engaging with you or the mothership and must ask that you let us go.”
“You seem reasonable-yoi so you can understand why we cannot do that. If we let one intruder go by, many more will come into our territory thinking the same will apply to them; next thing you know, our islands and the people we protect in them will be put in danger.”
“I do understand that, so why don’t you take me as a hostage?”
Ace let out a small whistle at their statement, impressed at their bold suggestion.
“Dokucha!”
“No!”
“Please don’t worry about us.”
“You will have the ship’s commander with you and send my men back as a warning; that would suffice, right?” they call, ignoring their men’s cries.
“You’re awfully calm for someone who is basically offering to get kidnapped,” Ace mused.
“I pride myself in keeping calm. There’s no good screaming it out, right?”
“You’re good at it.”
“Thank you”
Marco rolls his eyes at the interaction, but one can see an amusement growing in his eyes at the ridiculous exchange going on before him. Fishing out a small cuff from his pocket, he extends it to the tween, urging them to grab it.
“Alright, your crew can leave if you stay-yoi,” Marco agreed, watching as they seemed to breathe at the news. Fishing out a small cuff from his pocket, he extended it to the tween and urged them to grab it, watching as the kid did so, nearly buckling down in the process.
“This is-
“Seastone,” Marco confirmed
“Sorry, kid, we don’t know what your devil fruit is capable of or what your intentions are, but! As soon as we clear that up, we will take it off!” Ace promised
“But.” Marco cut in, his previous amusement now gone as he began addressing both the Commodore and the crew behind them.
“If they make any movement that is not to leave our territory or if they come back, no amount of negotiating will change the outcome-yoi.” He finished; he didn’t need to explain what such an outcome would be; both Dokucha and the crew were very well aware of what he meant would happen.
“Clear; now that that’s out of the way, do you happen to have a chef on board? See, it seems we made a small miscalculation regarding our rations, so my men are quite hungry, and I would hate to send them off in such a state.”
The two commanders looked at the child gaped; they had just delivered the news that a single mistake would mean they would be wiped out, and their response to that was to ask for food?.
At their reactions, they tilted their heads sideways in a confused manner, a thought suddenly occurring to them as they hit their fist on their open palm in realization.
“Oh, you must be worried about the mess it will be to feed a small crew. Not to worry; I can take care of the mess myself!”
“That’s not the problem-yoi!”
“Ara?”
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“So, What’s the plan? What are you going to do with me?” Dokucha questioned as they stood up from their place on the striker, now having sailed away from their battleship and making their way up the galleon that was the Moby Dick.
“We’re not interested in hurting a kid if that’s what you’re asking-yoi. But as to what exactly we will do, it will depend on Pops,” Marco assured them, easily pulling Dokucha over the railing and onto the ship’s deck.
“Well, then, I hope he’s a nice guy,” they mused, taking in the deck in front of them. It was a magnificent sight, even if they were often forced to follow behind the fleet admiral himself not many marine ships could ever compare to this one, if any.
“Don’t worry. Pops might look intimidating, but he’s the best. He also has a weakness for kids, so you have nothing to worry about,” Ace exclaimed as he patted them on the back, making his way deeper into the deck and urging the Commodore to follow them.
“Pop’s, we’re back,” He called.
Dokucha looked up at the sight before them; his descriptions and wanted posters definitely did not do him justice; not only was he an imposing sight as he towered well above everyone the tween had ever seen, but their presence alone let it clear that his title was nothing less than deserving for such a man.
“Did you take care of it?” He called gruffly, glancing down at his commanders. He raised a brow as he took in the new addition to the duo.
“Actually, we let them go!”
“You what?!” He boomed, his fruit flaring up as his anger did at the news
“Calm down, Pops!”
“Oi Ace!”
“Ah! The ship is tilting again!”
It had taken a little bit of explaining, and Marco was the one to deliver the news in a more fulfilling way for Whitebeard to calm down his rage as he was slowly filled into the situation. It all went smoothly until Marco finished his explanation by saying:
“That’s why we brought the Ensign with us.”
“I apologize for interrupting the both of you,” Dokucha spoke, stepping up closer to the duo whose attention snapped to them.
“But I’m not an Ensign; I’m a commodore,” they explained, pointing at themselves, confused as to the sudden silence that had fallen on the deck.
“C-Commodore?!” Ace Gapes
“A brat like you with such a high ranking?” Whitebeard questioned, looking down at the tween in confusion
“Ah, well, it’s mostly just for show,” they muttered sheepishly.
“Explain yourself.”
“Of course, sir, it’s mostly a farse to not raise suspicion as to why a child has been made to follow the fleet admiral everywhere he goes; it is easier to excuse and explain that by having me a commodore than it was to be a recruit.”
“Why go through all that trouble-yoi?”
“Because I’m a flight risk,” they replied flatly, much to the three men’s shock. Their previously calm facade began to fade as they slumped over and closed their eyes.
“Why is a child like you really with the Marines? The fact that you are having a civilized conversation with us means that you are not really after their freedom title and hunting after pirates,” Whitebeard asked, his eyes narrowing at their faltering facade.
“I was just a toddler when I ate it; how was I supposed to know that such a strange thing would give me these powers? How was I to know that I would be hunted down by the World government too scared to risk the fruit going back into circulation?”
“I found it weird to find a single battleship sailing into our territory such as yours did-yoi, but it was intentional, wasn’t it? You knew you would be easily captured.” He realized, watching as they gave a nod in confirmation
“Oi, Oi, then surely you would have known that we would have sunk the ship on sight, wouldn’t you?” Ace cut in
“I had no other options; this was my last resort; even if direct annihilation were the outcome, I would have used my fruit to save my men and make it to you guys. Even if I died in the attempt, both I and my family agreed death would have been a much better faith than to continue living like this.
“I know I am in no position to ask, but please help me. They are keeping my family as a way to keep me in their hands, so I can’t just leave, and it’s not something I can hope to do by myself or even trust a low-level local pirate to accomplish. But if it’s this crew, if what they say about your strengths is true, then I’m sure it’s possible.”
“Did you take into account that we would deny your request? Save me and my sons the trouble of engaging with a powerful devil-fruit user?”
“I did. But as I said, my family and I agreed; even if I failed and something is to happen to me, and they are to be executed, then at least we would have been free from the government,” they muttered, clenching their fists in frustration.
“Marco,” he called, gesturing towards Dokucha wordlessly. He watched as the phoenix gave him a nod and approached them. They closed their eyes tightly, waiting for the blow to come. This, however, never happened. Instead, they heard a small crack and felt their strength suddenly being felt as their seastone was removed.
“Y-you
“I have no interest in playing along with marines,” Whitebeard began, causing their heart to sink at his words.
“But I will also not stand idle as they use a child for their own agenda.
Marco, tell the navigation team to change course to the marine base.”
he ordered, ignoring the tears that began appearing in the child’s eyes, their body beginning to tremble as they began to realize the meaning behind his words
“Alright, Pops-yoi,” he called as he made haste to follow the order.
“Does this mean-
“You no longer need to follow them; as long as you are in this ship, neither you nor your family will be used or put under any threat,” Whitebeard proclaimed once again, cutting off the young commodore.
“We’re free? I’m free,” they choked out.
“That is what it means to be a child of the sea! Gurararara,” Whitebeard bellowed as he stood up from his throne, much to the chagrin of the nurses next to him.
With those words, Dokucha finally buckled to the ground, their loud cries echoing through the deck of the ship as Whitebeard looked upon them with a grin on his face.
“Stand up brat! Prepare yourself to get your family and your freedom back; keeping it will not be easy, but it will be worth it.”
“Yes! Sir!” They sobbed out
I think next one is also one with the Whitebeard pirates 🤔
Cee’s Note: Idk why but I’ve been in the mood for some love making fics. Like let’s bring romance back 🤭I’m experimenting a bit with my writing for this one. Using more descriptions and less dialogue.Lmk if y’all prefer it like this or before 🫣 hope y’all enjoy
Song Cred: Fire We Make - Alicia Keys
**Minors do NOT interact; explicit content ahead**
It was getting hotter by the second.
There were candles lit around the bed providing a dim lighting in the dark room. Enough to see the silhouette of your bodies against each other.
Sweat glistened against your skins. The dim light from the candle cascaded a golden hew in the darkness.
His face was mere centimeters away from yours.You could feel his pants and your gasps fanning against each other.
Ace’s arms wrapped around you, his dick sliding through your walls effortlessly. Your slick coated his cock from tip to base. He rocked into steadily with hard strokes.
The heat from the closeness was growing, clouding your senses with nothing but him.
Like a moth to a flame, you were drawn to him. Your pussy clenched and sucked him in greedily and your arms and legs wrapped around him tighter, bringing him closer to your body.
You couldn’t get enough of him. And neither could he.
He would stay like this forever if you’d let him. He wanted nothing more than to be close to you.
His eyes never left your face. Taking in the way your face would scrunch in pleasure with every thrust he made.
Your soft moans begged him to go deeper and he would do just that. Angling his hips to where his shaft would graze your sweet spot while kissing your cervix. His deep strokes quickened in place as his arousal was reaching his climax.
Whispers of how good you felt filled your ears, making your cunt clench tighter around him. The sweet nothings were whispered so faintly as if it were a secret for your ears only.
Your head threw back as your orgasm took over consuming you in bliss. You could faintly make out Ace’s “I love yous” as he came right behind you. His juices flowed through you, filling your cunt with his seed.
Hot air from his pants would warm your neck as he fought to catch his breath. You felt the weight of his body rested against you.
You knew your lover enough to know when he was close to dosing off. And on cue, you could hear his small snores as he had already drifted to sleep while being balls deep inside of you. But it was fine with you.
You’ll be sure to keep him nice and warm through the night.
Author's note: Pure & brief smut, ~360 words. Rope play & edging w/afab reader. Inspired by my post abt OP men and their kinks. Enjoy! (´ ᴗ｀✿)
Ace teases you relentlessly when he has you tied up. He wants to see your eyes roll back in your head, wants to hear you moan his name until your voice is hoarse, wants you to literally drip with slick that he teases out with a toy, his mouth, or his fingers. Even better if it’s with his cock. Ace likes seeing you helpless, exposed, and embarrassed. When you whine as he pulls the ropes tighter his cock jumps.
Ace will coo and hum as he fucks you with whatever he feels like. He'll pull his thick fingers in and out of your pussy, stretching you out so he can fuck you with a vibrator. Bringing his face to your core, he slurps up all the wetness that’s glistening on your folds. Ace loves to press his tongue on your clit, rubbing circles around it until your toes curl in ecstasy. When you can't take it any longer, he makes you gag and slobber all over his cock, pussy throbbing in the bare air. He'll edge himself too, pulling his cock from your lips with a popping noise.
When you're babbling nonsense, fucked out, and writhing in pleasure, Ace decides it's time to fuck you. He pushes his tip into you agonizingly slow and when he bottoms out his low groans make you shudder in pleasure. Ace fucks you so leisurely that it's torture. You’re desperately begging for more. When he finally gives in, he fucks you deep and fast, drawing pleasure from your core and sending pure euphoria through your body. Ace fucks you so good it feels like you're melting, and the wet and sloppy sounds echoing as he slams his cock into your pussy suggest the same thing. He’ll pace himself until he sees that you're about to cum and he'll climax at the same time. Ace cums anywhere he wants—today it’s inside of you, tomorrow it'll be on your face, down your throat, on your tits, and on your ass. When he’s finished filling you up he fucks you just a little bit more. Seeing you overstimulated and sensitive, squirming from his cock one last time, is a sight he sears into his memory to tide himself over until he can fuck you again.
A request by Onim5 for voting on a poll that I ran like, a year ago. back when I was about to reach 1500 followers but somehow didn't idk, it's Tumblr, man.
"Can you write a (to no one's surprise) a Portgas D Ace x reader? I uh, thought that maybe it could be an argument where Ace feels like he doesn't deserve the reader nor love. Calling himself names and a monster. And then the reader just walks up and takes the spot light singing. I'm in love with a monster."
I hope you like it @onim5 if you don't I can try and re-write it. I'll admit, I did have a hard time with the song (plus I'm out of practice and stressed to the max) so please, please, please, please, please tell me if you're not pleased with it!!!!
Warnings: GN!Reader
Word Count: 778
He’d been calling himself names all night. ‘I’m a monster’ this and ‘I’m trash’ that. Nothing that you hadn’t heard from him before, but it was aggravating you tonight. You’d been trying, repeatedly, to tell him how amazing he was, how he deserved all the good things in the world, how you were lucky to have him, but it wasn’t getting through tonight. You started to march towards the stage, tonight was ‘talent night’ meaning that anyone brave enough or drunk enough could go up on stage and make an idiot of themselves or impress the crew with their performance. You could only hope yours would be the impressive kind and not the kind that would have the crew laughing for the next 2 months.
Standing on the stage, you took a deep breath. It was hard to sing over the roar of 1600+ crew members, but somehow your voice carried far enough for him to hear you. The hush that began to fall over the crew had you feeling self-conscious, but you knew you couldn’t stop now, not when you’d only just begun. Inhaling deeply, you raised your voice to carry farther. Opening your eyes, you quickly spotted Ace as he stared at you, completely speechless. It felt like hours before you finally finished the song, the eyes on you causing you to shake. Ace was up by the stage before you even realized he moved, helping you off the stage so that you wouldn’t fall. Feeling his arms around you had you breathing a sigh of relief as you leaned into him.
Pulling away just slightly, Ace brushed a stray lock of hair out of your face.
“You… you really think that, huh?” Ace asked, unsure of what to say. You could only smile and nod shyly. While you weren’t one to suffer from stage fright, singing in front of such a large crowd still had you feeling overwhelmed and shy.
“If you insist on being a monster, then yes, I’m in love with a monster. Or should I go up there are try to sing it again?” you replied, even as you tried to walk on shaky, fidgety legs. Ace sighed as he led you back towards your spot near the ship’s railing.
“I… I know you don’t like it when I say those things, but I…” he trailed off, not sure what else to say, not sure what he could say. Sorry, I think I’m trash, but that’s just how I am. Oh I’ve just been told I’m a demon since I was old enough to understand words, so I think I’m worthless. Yeah, like those would make anything better. You might just leave him then and there if he said that. Despite all of his self-loathing, despite how he believed he didn’t deserve you, how you deserved so much better than him, he couldn’t ever bring himself to let you go.
Oh sure, he’d thought about it. Thought about breaking up with you ‘for your own good’, so you could go out and find someone better than him. But he could never do it. Not when he needed you so badly. He needed you like he needed air, like he needed water or food. He needed you to keep living, to keep going. His brothers had been a light in his dark world, people who accepted him and loved him no matter what, but you. You were so much more than that. More than just a guiding light, but his polar star and brilliant light. His firefly in the darkest cavern and the warmth of a fire in the middle of a blizzard.
“And… what if… what if I say I’m not a monster? Will you still be in love with me? I’ll buy your roses and gold jewelry if you want.” Ace half joked, trying his best to give you a smile, “Do you… do you only love me if I’m a monster?” you sighed and shook your head, reaching up to caress his cheek.
“I love you regardless of if you’re a monster or not. I love you. I don’t actually care if you buy me roses or dress me in gold. I just want you to know that I love you. Even if you think you’re a monster.” You said softly, finding yourself absolutely exasperated with him.
Ace smiled and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight.
“Maybe… maybe I’m not too much of a monster. Maybe like a mutated lizard or something.” Ace muttered as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.
“Then… I’m in love with a monster.” You said with a small laugh.
