#Portgas d Ace x gn reader

[onim5]

🎃 A Jack O Lantern, Me, And You. 🎃

🎃Halloween special🎃

Portgas D Ace x Reader

Warnings: A bit sexual language. . . . Maybe a bit too much. . . . . . Warning for the ones that don't want that. And a kiss.

FLUFF

No mention of readers gender, 👍

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Ace carved the pumpkin, making it into a Jack O Lantern. Last year, you made it, so now it was his turn. He carved it with a straight line mouth and closed eyes. Taking a bit of paint, he made it blush.

Ace carried the Jack O Lantern, glancing up he saw the clock tower. It isn't a big one, but he already knows it's gonna be an amazing Halloween night. He walked up the stairs and came to the small space. Blankets, pillows, decorations, and a big bowl of candy were prepared.

"Hello, my blood sucker, to vampire~." You teased, giving Ace a kiss on the cheek. Making him smile like a dork. You stand before him and look at the pumpkin, a confused expression.

"Why did you design it like that?" You ask, pointing at the Jack O Lantern.

"He's just gonna sit here the whole night." Ace began placing the Jack O Lantern, so it faced out of the tower.

"And listen and imagine what we're doing~" Ace explains, his voice dropping to a deeper and seducing tone. You blush and glance away.

"I thought this was a cuddle section, not a suck on your stick section." Ace expression turns red, and he walks up to you. Giving a hug from behind.

"It is, but if you're up for it . . . . ." You hit Ace lightly on the head.

"Shut up, and now cuddle me up as if we're stiched onto each other." You grin, giving him a kiss on the lips. Getting into all of the blankets, you a little spoon and Ace the big one. The candy bowl is right next to you. Ace grabs a candy and starts sucking on it, moaning while doing so.

"What in the full moon are you doing?!" You ask, confused, and trying not to blush.

"Filling the Jack O Lanterns imagination of us.~" Ace teases. You pout and grab a bunch of candy, chowing it into his mouth.

"Stop thinking with your dick." You laugh as Ace swallows all the candy.

"Anyway, Ace, I wanna ask you something." You whisper, eating a candy of your own. Ace looks at your eyes and tightens his grip.

"Go on."

"Do I make you feel good?" You ask.

"Very~" Ace answers with a purr.

"Not like that, dick thinker! I mean about yourself." You huff. Ace raises an eyebrow, confused.

"I know you're incesure about stuff, and I was just wondering if you still have them when I'm here?" You whisper, squeezing his hand.

"Oh, well, it has happened. But for the most part, it's like they don't exist. What about you? Do I remove your insecurities?" Ace asks, getting a bit nervous.

"You do. It's very rare that I feel insecure when you're around." You answer, leaning in to press your lips on his. He immediately answers, and it becomes one of your longest and most passionate kisses yet.

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Masterlist

Halloween special

[n3on-graveston3s-calling]

You want cute, you are going to get cute.

Imagine Ace trying to impress you on the first date. Nervous. Did he get the right flowers? Do you even LIKE flowers? He wants to do good but you make him nervous.

ANON PLEASE-

He would be so nervous!! He'd be shifting from foot to foot, waiting outside your door ( assuming y'all have made port for this date ). Looking at the flowers ( roses? Carnations? A mixture of roses and sunflowers? Whatever flowers are your favorite, huzzah ), wondering if they're too much? Should he give them to you now, or later?

And then you open the door, and his words escape him. He looks at you- your face, the way you got all dressed up. The way your cheeks flush a little when you grin just like that, how your eyes sparkle in the light.

Imagine it. Portgas D. Ace. Fire First Ace. At a loss for words because of you. What a confidence booster!

Before he shoves the bouquet forward with a soft yell of, "I GOT THESE FOR YOU-" Before he forces himself to calm down. Lowers the flowers to smile at you- sheepish, not that coy, cocky smirk you see him flash when he's fighting. No, this is shy. Sweet. "You look stunning. Are you ready for our dinner?"

"Absolutely." You take the flowers with a sigh, followed by his arm, and away you're whisked to your dinner date!

[voodoo-master]

“I am so very in love with you” Ace x gn Reader

(y/n) wanted to confess their feelings to the one and only fire fist Ace. They often spent their time together but as of recently (y/n) had started avoiding Ace, as their feelings for the fire user were getting stronger by the day. 

“Hey Marco? Do you know why (y/n) is avoiding me?” Marco looked slightly surprised, but that quickly went away and replaced with a smirk. “(y/n) found out that someone here has feelings for them”.  Ace felt a little panicked and his eyes widened.  “Did they say who?” “No, I don't think they did. You could go to thatch, you know he's all about gossip, or you could also try and talk to (y/n)" "I've tried, they just keep running from me " "Hmm, well, I can't help you there bud. Good luck” With that, Marco walks away.  Ace tried to think of anyone who might have had feelings for you, but even after all that thinking he didn't come up with a single name. It would be impossible, you were too amazing and perfect not to like. Hell Ace himself had feelings for you, has for a long time, he just never had the balls to ever tell you. He thinks he's not good enough for you and that you deserve better than what he could offer.

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‘Ace is way too pretty for his own good’ you thought to yourself as you caught a quick glance as he was talking to Marco. You were sitting on the rail looking out into the sea when Thatch came by and leaned next to you. “You are torturing the poor boy” “hmm, i'm not trying too, I honestly thought Ace would not really notice if I wasn't around much” “you really thought that would work? You guys were practically glued to each other” “I guess that was the point, if I tell him how I feel….things might not be the same as they were before. I don't want that”. “So avoiding him is the best option? If you don't tell him, I or Morco will, so go and tell Ace how you feel!”

After that Thatch walked back into the kitchen. “Damn that cook, he always does this” I mumble under my breath. “What does Thatch always do?” I hear Ace say. “Ah Ace you scared me, W-whats up?” I ask avoiding eye contact with the freckled boy “You're avoiding me, did I do something wrong? Or something to upset you?” he asks with sad puppy eyes. My eyes widen at the sadness in his tone. “No of course not! I just have had something on my mind that's all, I promise. Truth is I needed some time to figure something out” “Does it have to do with the person who likes you?” “What do you mean, someone likes me?” “Apparently, Marco said that you found out that someone liked you” “Well I think Marco was messing with you, I never found out that any one liked me, Their is only one person that I will except a confession form and  they probably don't even like me so that most likely won't happen”.

After a short period of silence Ace joined me and sat next to me on the rail. I heard him whisper something but I couldn't make it out. “What was that Ace?” Ace says nothing but turns to me and takes my hands and leans his forehead on mine. His next words make me into a blushing mess “I am so very in love with you (y/n)” “Wha-” “I know I’m probably the last person you thought or wanted to confess to you, but I don't think I could stand myself if I let my chance slip away”. Ace was about to say more, but I stopped him by cupping his cheeks and shushing him. “Ace, I l-love you too, I was just too scared to ever say anything cause I didn't wanna lose what we had”. With that being said, Ace pulled me into a light kiss that was overflowing with love. “So does this mean your mine?” “Only if that means your mine” “Always (y/n), I'm all yours”.

[stuckinmymind22]

you say "i love you" first

ft: zoro, sanji, robin, ace, and shanks

gn!reader (minus zoro, sorry), mostly fluff, mostly sfw (shanks is a little bit explicit)

a/n: i just think this is cute idk

zoro

you say it first and he kisses you instead of saying it back, that leads somewhere and he’s more tender than usual and you know that is him saying “i love you too” finally says it back after several days when you’re alone and he mumbles it, you aren’t sure that you heard him so you ask him what and he comes and whispers in your ear “i said, i love you, woman” don't expect him to say it often though, the words from him are rare, no matter how many times you tell him that you love him. instead, zoro shows his love in his actions, one time he pulled out your chair for you at dinner and didn't say anything about it (was kinda awkward with it tbh), but the rest of the crew poked fun at him. he somehow always knows when there is something wrong with you, and although not the most emotionally aware he will listen to any of your problems as you talk through your emotions

sanji

he has definitely said it way too early in the relationship, said it a bunch then as you got serious he slowly stopped saying it bc now the words meant more/had more weight and he didn't want to scare you off when you do say it, immediate nose bleed, nearly cries, says it back right away. now that you said it this man is going to make declarations of love at least once a day, somehow he never repeats himself. would probably scream it from the mountain tops if he could tbfh

robin

she’s really confused, not that she doesn’t love you back but more in the “how could anyone love me” type of way. she remains speechless for far longer than you would like, when she does speak again it's to tell you that she isn't quite ready to say it back. naturally, you're devastated by this and you start to distance yourself a bit. that ends up being what she needed to admit her feelings. she probably tries her best to make some romantic gesture maybe just flowers or maybe she gets sanji (ever the simp) to make your favorite dinner. she's the type to be real quiet about her love, not to say that her love for you is unnoticed by outsiders, but she is not going out of her way to make it known like sanji

ace

you guys say it at the exact same time both of you are like awesome. he says it at the most random times, sometimes walking up to you while you are in a conversation to whisper "i love you" in your ear. he adores the way that those words always bring a massive smile to your face he's still a little insecure about himself, but each time you tell him you love him he starts to get more and more confident. he starts to become attached to your side (gets made fun of for it but he doesn't care), not that he wasn't before, but this was more

shanks

takes a while for feelings to develop beyond sexual (you both went in thinking it was just a hookup and that it was all it would ever be) it starts to become clearer that you both are in too deep. neither of you want to ruin what you have so you stay silent about it for far too long once, after you had sex, you bring yourself to admit it, completely out of breath. he’s lowkey stunned, doesn’t really know what to say, says “thank you doll” of course you get mad and he’s like “what i just said thank you, you know i love you too” and you’re like "i mean i figured but it would’ve been nice to hear 🙄" never being bothered by pda, he starts to become more brazen in his displays of affection, sometimes catching you as you walk by to pull you into his lap, regardless of who is around

here's the sequel (they say "i love you first")

[alexa-fika]

Could i please request a fem!child!reader who's picked up swearing with the whitebeard pirates?

Reader sorta knows what it means but also doesn't,

Also flips people off mid convo, (doesn't know what means but thinks it's funny.)

And when she gets angry/annoyed she is kinda a savage, like I can imagine reader with ace (and any other characters) then a group of pirates starts threatening them but reader is just going ham with the insults.

Puppy Escapes ( Shanks x gn!reader x Whitebeard pirates)

Part 1 ( Can also be read as a stand alone)

A/N I am combining these two requests, I kinda change some buts since I would be crushed if Dokucha actually rejected their families love so they came back with something else knstead! Iy’all seemef to like the first one so hopefully you like this one to, I think I COOKED just like Shanks is gonna be COOKED 😂

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/drink the sky and @/firefly-graphics

Shanks stared owlishly at the child before them, having just found them in one of the many crow-nests that composed the Red force.

"Boss, what is it?" he heard Lucky call from the ship's Deck.

"My doom," he replied morbidly, fully jumping into the crow's nest and kneeling down next to the child who had the courtesy of at least looking remorseful.

"Dokuchaaaa," he called, stretching the last syllables of their name as they noticed them trying to avoid his stare.

The child, who by now had turned into a flustered mess, both at the fact that they had been busted and that they had gotten busted by the man with whom they were infatuated.

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see Mister Shanks again," they mutter.

Shanks lets out a huff but cannot help to give the child a slight grin.

"Your brothers banned you from seeing me again?" he asked, letting out a small laugh as they nodded sadly.

"You know they really won't be happy with this."

"I don't care! Big brothers were being meanies! I just wanted to see Mister Shanks, but they won't let me! I hate them!" they exclaimed

"Come on, Dokucha, I know you don't mean that, do ya?"

"No... I don't," they sniffled.

"It's okay, I know you love your brothers; they love you too. They just worry for you."

"I love them b-but I also love Mister Shanks," they called as they burst into tears and ran towards the man.

"There, There, it's alright," he whispered as he patted the child's back, calming them down as he made his way down the crow's nest, the child held tightly in his hands.

"Come on now, why are you crying?"

"B-Because I said that I hated my brothers! I didn't mean it! I love them so much!" They sobbed

Shanks let a small snicker at their troubles as he continued to rub their back.

"They're gonna be mad at Mister Shanks now, and I won't be able to see you!"

"Already breaking hearts, boss?" Yassop merrily called, letting another belly laugh as his Captain just rolled his eyes at his statement

"Listen, Dokucha, don't worry about that. We will get something figured out, but for now, how about you enjoy your time here? What do you say? Want to be my assistant today?"

They rubbed their eyes furiously at their statement, trying to erase the remains of their previous outbursts, a few rogue sniffles still escaping them, much to their chagrin.

"I get to be Mister Shanks's Assistant?"

"Think you're up for it?" he questioned, lowering them to the floor and continuing to hold their hand.

"Yes, I'm up for anything that Mister Shanks asks of me!" They happily agreed

"Hear that, Beck? I got me an assistant, and they actually appreciate me."

Said man, rolled his eyes as he shook the ashes from the tip of his cigarette, bringing it back to his lips and glancing at the pair

"Better escape while you can; that one right there is a hassle. Too high-maintenance"

"Hah?!"

"Yes, But he's a handsome hassle!" Dokucha piped back with a grin as they hugged his much larger hand against their cheek.

"O-Oi, are you insulting me or complimenting me here?!" Shanks cried

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"Now you've done it, Akagami!" Ace growls, jumping into the Red Force, followed promptly by Thatch once it had pulled closer to the Moby Dick

"I don't care if you're my brother's savior; you're not getting away with stealing my baby sibling!"

"Now, Now it was just a misunderstanding," He calls a laidback smile on his face as the young men stomp his way.

"Like hell it was!" Ace hollers, reeling a fire-filled fist.

"Brother Portgas D Ace!" Dokucha calls, halting the man on his step

"Oh, Looks like you're in trouble now," Shanks calls, covering his snickers with his hand as the child marched to the nervous fire user.

"Don't you dare hurt Mister Shanks!"

"Why not Dokucha?! This creep stole you from us," Thatch cried.

"Because you'll damage his pretty face!"

"That's the only reason?!" Shanks exclaimed mortified

"Of course not, Mister Shanks! it's because I love Mister Shanks!" They exclaimed, running his way and attaching themselves to his leg, much to the horror of the two commanders

"I'm not sure if that makes it better," he huffs out.

"Dokucha..." Thatch cries, falling on his knees as tears begin to fall down his face comically

"I think this time my heart is really broken," he sobs.

"Hey, Dokucha, I will see you later, okay? It's time to go back now," he murmurs as he kneels beside the kid.

" B-But I don't want to leave Mister Shanks," They cried, their tiny hands clenching into fists as small tears began to pool at the edge of their eyes.

"I will see you again, okay? I think your brothers really need you now."

"They need me?" they questioned, glancing at the irate Ace and a still knelt Thatch.

"Of course, they need someone to keep them in line, think you can do that? It's your next task as my assistant."

"Leave it to me, Mister Shanks!" they exclaimed, wiping off their tears as a determined look appeared on their face.

"Atta Kid," He cheered, rubbing their head.

"I will see you soon, okay?"

"Like We will let that fucking happen" Thach growls pulling out his swords

"Alright, enough of this," A voice cuts in

"Akagami, please return our sibling to us, Ace; Thatch, we're done here," Marco orders as he lands on the ship's bow, causing the Red Force to sink slightly, bouncing back to the waves as it tried to withstand the sudden arrival.

"Ah, Marco, it's not too late, you know; how about you join me and bring your sibling with you."

"Screw off, Red-haired," he answered scowling as the Captain just sent a grin his way, giving his last goodbyes to the small kid as they ran to the Chef, who hugged them tightly, rubbing their cheeks together ask he continued repeating how much they missed them as he made his way back to their galleon.

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"You are grounded."

"But Papaw!" they whine, looking up at the old giant.

"Not buts. You are grounded for a week, and that is final. For the following week, you will be accompanied by either me or one of your brothers at all times."

"But that's so fucking unfair!"

"..."

"..."

"MY BABY, they tainted you!!" Thatch cried, shaking the child with tears cascading down his face

"Brother Thatch?" they question, confused, their mind becoming dizzy at the motion.

"Stop it, you idiot," Marco called, hitting the back of Thatc's head, causing the latter to release Dokucha only to turn to him with a scowl.

"Damn you, Marco! Let me lament myself; they have tarnished their pure heart," he cried, throwing himself on the ground once again.

"...I'm going to kill him. I am going to roast him alive and give the fishes a barbecued meal of a lifetime," Ace growled.

"What the hell is going on?" Dokucha cried.

"Dokucha, stop," Marco called a stern tone in his voice.

"You brat, where did you learn those words from? Was it from Akagami's crew?"

"Ah? I heard Mister Shanks say those words-

"Ace. Let's prepare for that barbecue. I will have them fillet for this," The Chef murmured, a dark aura surrounding him.

"But since Big Brothers say them a lot, I thought it was okay..."

"..."

"Dokucha, who exactly did you hear say those words?" Whitebeard asked, a glare in his eye as he questioned them

"Big brother Thatch and Big brother Ace!" they cheered.

"..."

"Dokucha. Will you go find Vista for now? Do not leave his side; you are still grounded, Marco called, watching as they stomped off with a pout on their face.

"Assholes," They mutter.

"Keep it up. You just earned another week of being grounded," Marco called.

"But Brother Marco, I don't know what words I can't say!"

"We will continue this discussion later. For now, if you don't know what it means, then you don't say it understood."

"Okay.." they mutter, walking away to find the swordsman.

"Marco, make sure you have the clinic ready," Whitebeard called as he glared down the two wide-eyed and sweating commanders.

"Will do pops."

"Ah-wait..wait a second Pops-

That day screaming and pleas for mercy from the two commanders reverberated across the sea, reaching the ears of the Red Force vessel as they departed from the Moby Dick's location.

"Hmm, looks like that old man found out who was responsible for the child's colorful language," hums Shanks as he leans back on the chair he laid on, downing a cup of sake as he did.

Here we go! Guess Shanks is not the only one getting Cooked! Good thing they have a express healer on watch! Thatch and Ace will definitely need them!

Taglist:

@Imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

[yoyomomiko]

Things Ace says during it pretty please😁

To be more specific, mean!Ace, because everybody loves mean!Ace.

You don't have to write it if you're not comfortable! Have a nice day!

cw: nsfw (mdni!), degrading (kind of), ace calls reader a "crybaby", marking, cringe, mean!ace. -> m.list

mean!ace who enjoys your embarrassment or each time you hide your face.

"look at you, all red and flustered. what's the matter? don't tell me you're embarrassed."

mean!ace who can't help but cruely tease you.

"you're such a mess, crying already? what happened to all that confidence from earlier?"

mean!ace who always mocks you, calling you a crybaby each chance he gets.

"aw, poor thing... are you gonna cry about it? go ahead, crybaby."

mean!ace who keeps laughing at your pleas.

"oh, are you begging now? say it again."

mean!ace who intentionally pushes you to the edge, only to back off before you can find relief.

"what's wrong? you want more? then say it louder, crybaby."

mean!ace who takes pleasure in leaving marks all over your skin, smirking as he admires his handiwork.

"there we go, now everyone will know exactly who you belong to."

mean!ace who has a small soft side after completely breaking you.

"you did so good for me, that's it, you did well."

mean!ace who gives you backhanded compliments. even when he's praising you, it's still laced with superiority.

"you're not half bad when you're not running your mouth."

mean!ace who immediately switches gears, taking you in his arms, peppering your face with soft kisses, his hands as gentle as ever.

"stop acting so surprised, it's the bare minimum."

[whispers-of-lilith]

In the Hole

You: You know Marco, I've never heard a decent pickup line.

Marco: I—

*Crashes in the distance. People shouting. Things obviously falling & breaking. Ace stumbles into the galley. Trips over a chair. Slams his hand down on the table, panting like a madman.*

Ace: I'm a pretty good shot, I can show you an ace in your hole if you want.

Marco: Which one of us were you talking to, yoi?

Ace: ...yes

[fanaticsnail]

Please, I'll be good

Masterlist here.

Word count: 1,200+

Synopsis: after rescuing you in the heat of battle, he can no longer contain his desires for you. He was so good. He can keep being good if it means you'll keep kissing him.

Koby, Sanji, Corazon, Sabo, Buggy, Shachi, Ace, Penguin

Themes: unrequited love, semi-sub!love-interest x semi-dom!reader, gn!reader, kissing, confessions of love, he sits on your lap, he is incredibly needy, he just wants to kiss you, fully clothed, sfw, literally just kissing, you call him "sweetheart," brief mention of 'reader' having a friends-with-benefits relationship with another character.

Notes: I couldn't get this kiss out of my head, and I needed to write it down. It was written with Sabo in mind, but I could seriously see any of these wonderful men in his position. I love writing kisses 🖤. Big thank you to @sordidmusings for her suggestions with the inner monologue 😩👌

Tag list: @lostfirefly @sordidmusings @writingmysanity @since-im-already-here @carrotsunshine @gingernut1314 @feral-artistry

He saved you. Again.

Whether it was standing beside him in combat, rescuing you from unwanted attention at a tavern, ensuring you were well fed and hydrated during the day, taking care of all the supplies you needed upon your next adventure - he was always there by your side: your associate, confidant and friend.

In this set of unique circumstances, he managed to do more for you than simply tear you from combat. He saved you. Truly, saved you.

A finishing shot was aimed at you, and your body froze in place. With your eyes wide, he snatched you from your stance and whisked you from your place in the heat of battle.

After checking you for injuries, he cupped your cheek and uttered with all sincerity: “You're safe. I've got you.”

“Thank you, Sweetheart,” was all you managed to whisper in your shock, a name you had bestowed to him, half in jest, that simply stuck. He was a sweetheart, and you had no choice but to refer to him as such.

The relationship between the two of you was strong, as close as close friends could be. You shared your deepest secrets with him, and he shared his thoughts with you. You adored him, everything about him just sang to your soul.

At one stage early on in your comradery, you could've seen yourself diving into something deeper with him. But as you both opened yourself up more in your friendship, you chose to halt it in place. “Flirty friends,” is how you'd refer to it, “Just flirty friends.”

Casually lounging on the plush sofa beside him, you notice he's a little more on edge than usual. He's sitting up straight, rigid and firm beside you as his eyes fix on a point on the wooden panel behind the unwoken transponder.

Attempting to put him at ease, you sit up a little and rest your head on his shoulder and bring your hand up to encase his within yours.

“Thank you again, Sweetheart,” your words whisper as you trace gentle circles into the back of his hand with your thumb, “You're always so good to me.”

His body seemed to tense up more, the softest hitch in his breath alerting you of his discomfort.

“Are you okay?” You ask, leaning away from his shoulder to glance into his face. His eyes remain fixed on the point, his teeth clenched behind his closed lips.

In one final attempt to put him more at ease, you lean up and gently touch your lips to his right cheek. A soft gasp along with the turn of his cheek inwards had you pull away from him to check in one more.

“Sweetheart, what's wrong-?” You attempt to ask, he immediately speaks over the top of your concerned tone with an unsure and elevated tone. He avoided your gaze with his eyes, but kept his face turned towards you.

"-Look, I know you've got someone. M-Maybe even a couple of someone's. I know I'm not what you want-...” He utters quickly, his words tumbling over his lips faster than he can hold them back, “...-I just want you to know that you're what I want. You're the only one I want. If you could be that for me, for just a little while, I'll be so good to you. Please.”

You're left stunned. You’d often play into your friendship a little with some light banter and flirting, simply to see how far he'll play along. Flustering him, watching him hide his smile by downturning his face, was one of your favorite things to behold. Whether you were working, or relaxing in your home for the night with a few of the others - he was often flustered with your words and body language.

He quickly turned his head more and angled his chin down, seeking out your lips with his own. He hovered just before making contact, dancing with the borders of friendship and giving in to his craving for something more.

“I suppose you do need something beyond a simple kiss on the cheek this time,” you smiled at him, cradling his cheek beneath your right hand and drawing him closer, “You've been so unbelievably good to me, afterall.”

Smiling broadly, you lean forward to press your lips gently against his in a chaste kiss. He deeply and sharply inhaled through his nose, a subtle whimper rising from within his mouth. This small peck ended as soon as it began, his body chasing yours upon your retreat. He wordlessly called with his body to you, beckoning you into another kiss.

You give him just a touch more than the kiss prior: a real kiss that is deep, long and loving. A kiss that leaves him begging for more and more. Any time he thinks you may end it, any time that you start to slow down or lighten the pressure, he’s grasping to have you impossibly closer and begging you not to break your lips from his.

In his mind, he is crying for you, screaming for this moment to never cease. “Just give me a little more, anything. I'm sorry I'm not what you want but could you please keep doing it? Please, please? As a reward?”

“I was good!” He continued his inner monologue, hungrily claiming your lips against his own, “I can keep being good for you.”

You could feel his desperation from each kiss he placed upon your lips, hungrily seeking more and more each time he broke one kiss to lead into another.

“I’ll be so good,” he whispered into your skin, his breath tickling against your lips as your eyes widened in response, “Please. I'll be good. So, so good.”

“Sweetheart- mmmfph!” you whispered his name as he consumed your words with his mouth hurridly, his eyes flinching as he drew his body closer.

“Y-Yes?” He stuttered, his knees crawling up onto the cushioned base of the sofa as he prowled towards you. You responded by inching away from him and bringing your hands down to cup behind his thighs.

Urging him towards you with your hands, you press your back against the frame of the back-rest of the sofa, and usher him to straddle your lap. His hands flew up to your cheeks, his long fingertips finding the hair behind your ears and lacing them within it.

He hastily pressed his lips into yours, turning his head and moaning against your mouth. Prying open your lips with his, he hurriedly sought your tongue out with his own: savoring every moment you were granting him your undivided romantic attention.

Raking your hands over his thighs, you drew them up to his hips: fingers dancing along the hemline of his shirt. He winced away, a huffed laugh in reaction to your gentle touch, a laugh that caught within his mouth as you tickled his skin.

He reached his hands down over your own, breaking your contact away from his stomach and placed them on the back rest beside your head. He interlaced his fingers with your own, deepening the kiss as you took every moment of affection he was pressing into you.

“Sweetheart,” you whispered once more, attempting to break away your lips from his to no avail.

“Please,” he whimpered against your lips, “Please, let me keep kissing you,” he sobbed, kissing the corner of your lips and uttering, “I just want to kiss you.”

Your eyes widened, darting down to his lips and back to his beautiful eyes. Your lips parted as you began articulating your thoughts, halting only as he drew his fingers to your lips and pressed against them softly.

“Please.”

[bennysblabbering]

Turning up the Heat

Kinktober: "Temperature Play" || Portgas D. Ace x reader

contents: pirate!reader, massages, clit play, fingering

words: 1.1k

g/n afab reader

↓ Ficlet below the cut ↓

You hum pleasantly as Ace’s hands knead at your back, massaging the sore muscles and adding a subtle heat to his hands to help release tension. You’re laying on his bed on your stomach, your hands under your head and your legs crossed as he hovers over you, pressing onto the tender skin with warm palms. As excitingly freeing as being a pirate was, engaging in near daily battles that left your body aching was certainly not one of your favorite aspects. Tired of repeatedly taking from Marco’s excessive painkiller stock, you eventually asked your slightly less intimidating crewmate to use his powers for good and help you out. 

“I should’ve asked for this a long time ago. This feels great,” you mumble, the warmth from his hands slowly easing the soreness away. He chuckles in response, continuing his movements, amused by your reaction to him performing what he considered such a simple and easy task.

“It’s nothin’. This is certainly better than being asked to light a cigarette or a candle.” 

You giggle in response, imagining him hesitantly complying with a task seemingly below him. Having fire literally at one’s fingertips would be immensely useful for a number of reasons, but it would certainly also come with other people seeing you as nothing more than the heat you produce, asking for your assistance with mundane tasks. But what kinds of things could you use such power for when it comes to recreation?

Your cheeks match the heat of your back, flushing pink as you ask him a new question out of curiosity.

“Ace?”

“Yeah?”

A nervous chuckle escapes your throat. “Have you—and it’s fine if you don’t want to answer this—ever used your powers for sexual purposes?”

He laughs in response, seemingly unphased by the question as he continues his motions on your back. “Nah. No one’s ever asked.”

You respond with a brief hum and a raise of the eyebrows. “That surprises me. I feel like if I were in that situation, I’d immediately want to take advantage of that. I think it’d feel really good.”

“Well, I guess I haven’t been with adventurous enough people then,” he says with a huff and a smile.

Immediately following his response, his hands continued and yet you both fell silent. The same thought popped into both of your minds, but neither of you wanted to say it out loud. 

You clear your throat, trying to say the words before you could chicken out.

“I mean…if you want…you could-I could-we could…um…”

“Try it,” you both say in sync.

Your faces both blush as you turn to look at him, lip tucked between your teeth nervously, a shaky but suggestive grin creeping onto his face as you make eye contact. You turn around and slowly sit up, your gazes meeting in a heavy-lidded look of mutual desire. He cups your cheek with his hand, leaning in to place a kiss on your lips; for a man so rough around the edges, his lips had a pleasant softness to them. 

Your hands cautiously reach upward to feel at his body. You’d fantasized for a long time about what his freckled muscles felt like, constantly exposed for your eyes to wander over. His hands respond just as curiously by helping to remove your shirt, and his lips make his way to your neck and collarbone, peppering small but caring kisses on the skin. 

His voice lowers into a quiet and husky tone, mumbling against your skin. “‘M not sure how far you’d wanna go, but I assume you want me to touch you…” He reaches down and slips his hand underneath the waistband of your pants, palming over your clothed cunt. “...here?”

Your breath hitches as you nod with a gulp, growing more needy with each moment your bodies were pressed so close together. Your voice comes out breathy with an audible need. “Y-yeah.”

He chuckles as he reaches into your underwear, pressing a single finger to your clit as he continues to kiss your exposed flesh. You let out a small whine, subtly grinding back into his touch. Amused by your immediate eagerness, he subtly heats the single fingertip, continuing his movements of rubbing small circles onto the bud. A shaky moan escapes your lips; already the small change in temperature was enough to make you yearn for more. 

You reach down to pull the rest of your clothes off, spreading your thighs a bit wider to give his wandering fingers easier access. His middle and ring finger slide their way up and down your slick folds, lubricating them before he slowly inserts them into your entrance, looking up at you with a lustful smugness in his eyes. You lean your head back into the pillows as you gasp, reveling in the sensation of his long fingers inside you. 

Almost immediately he turns up the heat in his fingers, sliding them all the way into the knuckle as the temperature increases. A choked whimper escapes you, your fingers digging into his back, moaning at the intense new feeling as the hot digits steadily start to pump in and out of you. He parts his lips from your skin, sitting up and hovering over you as his heated hands continue to work your pussy.

“How’s that feel? Feel as good as you thought it would?”

You nod, your eyes glazed over and your mouth hung open as you continue to moan quietly. “Feels so damn good, Ace. Even better than I thought.” 

“Glad to hear it,” he says as he uses his other hand to work your clit once again, the thermal digit sensually kneading the bud, the heat intensifying the pleasure. Feeling both the hot fingers thrusting into you and caressing your clit, your mind goes numb from the incredible new sensation. You could get addicted to this- his warm hands skillfully playing with your cunt, knowing exactly what to work and how to work it, the heat enhancing the entire experience. 

You can feel a familiar sensation growing in your core and your hold on him tightens, screwing your eyes shut with your jaw hanging slack as you let your orgasm take hold of your body.

“Fuck, Ace! Don’t fucking stop, holy shit. Fuck, I’m cumming!”

Your mind goes hazy as the only subject taking over your thoughts is the heated stimulation on the most sensitive and intimate part of your body. You’d never quite felt anything like this before, and you loved every single moment of it. 

You slowly come down from your high and your tight grip on him loosens, a relieved exhale escaping your lips as your hips come back down onto the bed. He withdraws the warm digits, making you gasp as the lack of them almost felt cold. A small whine leaves you, the carnal need for heat continuing to ravage through you.

“Can we do that again?”

[marimology]

one piece characters and how they’d react to you having a shirt with their face on it that says “ i heart my girlfriend “

characters : ichiji vinsmoke,jinbei, ace, sanji, franky + robin

warnings : none short drabble poly frobin

ichiji

— is NOT amused

—hates the shirt actually

— went to hug you from the back in the morning while you where making breakfast and asked if you got a new shirt until you turned around and he saw THAT with a picture of him sleeping in the heart of the shirt

his face got redder than his hair

“don’t you dare wear that in public”

“didnt plan on it sugar” you say before heading out the door

“wha-Y/N I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WOULD WEAR IT IN PUBLIC”

“i’m going to get mail”

“ok….. realization hits WE DONT HAVE A MAILBOX”

as soon as you take a shower he’ll use the shirt as a gag and throw it out the next day

hates that fuck ass shirt

jinbei

— is…. amused at least

“whered you even get that picture”

“you’d be amazed how many pictures the fishman pirates has of you”

“howd you even-“

“i have my ways jinbei….i have my ways”

— the next day appears with a shirt that says “ i heart my pearl” with your face on it.

ace

as SOON as he sees that shirt he’s burning it

saw you pouting cus of it and asked whyd you get it

“cus you’re my baby girl”

“ well i don’t need to be put on a shirt !”

he’s a division commander of the whitebeard pirates he doesn’t need to be put on a shirt :( you do it again to spite him

sanji

“AWE I HEART YOU TO Y/N-SW- wait does that say girlfriend” he said with hearts in his eyes before stopping mid movement to reread the shirt

“maybe —“ you’d say covering the shirt up

makes you cross it out and replace the word girlfriend with prince or something

gets a shirt with your face on it that says “i heart y/n-swan”

franky + robin

you all have matching ones actually and the one he has of you he works in. he has no shame he wants everyone to see the super cool shirts he made of all of you.

everyone who sees his shirt is like “partners?” and he stares at them and is like “ yes don’t they both look amazing!” without a care in the world

chopper has one that says “i heart my parents” with a photo of the three of you on it

it was for an anniversary present he refuses to take it off

notes : i actually have a shirt of sanji

[merbear25]

Getting tipsy/drunk around them

After a successful day, you drink more than usual while celebrating with the crew.

Monster trio, Ace

CW: gn!reader, drinking, no sexual themes.

Luffy: He doesn't drink, but that doesn't stop him from being a social butterfly who flutters around between groups of various people.

Coming up to your side, he probably wouldn't really notice you'd had one too many at first. He'd wrap his arm around you and start encouraging you to join him in song or dance. If you do, you might fall over or at least stumble a bit, seeing as you'd have a noodle boy swinging you around the place.

Once noticeing you'd had a little too much to drink, he'd chuckle after the clumsy impromptu dance but would help you sit down, so you could wait it out.

He'd check on you periodically mostly because he'd get side tracked or distracted by something and then be reminded that you were still recuperating.

Zoro: It's common knowledge at this point that he can hold his alcohol. He's not going to be interested in babysitting a lightweight (everyone is compared to him though). That being said, he wouldn't just ignore you if you were clearly having a hard time.

Despite the inconvenience he may feel, he'd keep an eye on you, making sure you were near the others and not getting targeted by questionable strangers.

If the others were watching over you, he wouldn't feel the need to worry. However, if you tend to wander, he'd set you down close to him while showing his disapproval in low grumbles.

Sanji: He'd be super attentive to your needs. He'd be floating between conversing with the alluring beauties and you, his heart would barely be able to take all of the excitement. In saying this, he would remain observant and would probably be the first to see that you were struggling.

If you were swaying from side to side, he'd sweep you up and help you to bed. If you were a flirty drunk, he'd (of course) love the attention but would refrain from hitting you on. After all, he'd want you to be in the right frame of mind if he was going to reciprocate.

I could see him waiting by your side until you fell asleep, just to check that you weren't going to be ill.

Ace: He enjoys having drinks and letting loose, but he knows that you're not prepared to down as many as him or the others. He probably noticed that you'd had a few more than usual but figured you just wanted to unwind a bit more that night.

It'd become clear to him that you'd had too many when you were hanging on everyone and telling them you love them all so much. You were making your rounds to eveyone, and luckily, they all humored you. When you made your way to Ace, you swung your arm around him and continued your confessions of love and appreciation like you did with eveyone else.

He'd chuckle and pat you on the back saying, "Okay, okay, yeah, I love you too." Seeing you like this wouldn't be irritating; his response would be more due to his protective nature. Similar to Sanji, I could see him helping you to bed to be sure you were safe and sound.

[onim5]

🎃A starving vampire🎃

🎃Halloween special🎃

Portgas D. Ace x reader

Warnings: None

No mention of gender

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Ace leaned against the wall. It was cosplay day to celebrate Halloween in school. He himself had dressed up as a smexy vampire, knowing people would surround him and beg him to suck their necks for blood. And hopefully, 'you' would be one of them. He looked around. What had you cosplayed as? Hopefully, something sexy . . . . . . . Yeah, I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. Ace sulks as he spots you dressed up as a potato sack.

You were roaming around helping out with decorations and setting up. To really set a theme. Damn, you sure as hell looked adorable doing it. Ace grins, it was a good thing he didn't try to match you like he planned from the beginning. Imagine him, Ace the bad boy, running around dressed as a potato sack. Yeah, no, don't do that.

"Hey, potato brain!" He calls out. You turn and look at him. There were no signs of annoyance nor fear, just a confused, innocent expression. He sighs.

"You do know we're supposed to dress up to something scary?" He asks.

"But you haven't either." You simply answer. Ace raises an eyebrow in confusion. Vampirecosplays are normal. What could possibly be wrong with that?

"You dressed yourself up to look sexy." You point out. And that was true, so he couldn't really say against it.

"Alright, you caught me red-handed, mold." He answers, holding up his hands in mock surrender. Calling you mold, hoping for a reaction. You slink a hand down your costume and hold up a molding potato.

"Yep, is this what you're searching for?" You ask with a big grin. Ace body slumps down. He's really disgusted and disappointed. Why does he like you? Like, just why.

"I made them myself," you then blurt out, holding up two more and shoving them before his face. Ace leans back and carefully grabs one. Finding it to be fake. Oh, thank God.

"You put a lot of effort into this . . . . Costume, I see." He says, giving your molding potato back. You put down the potato in your costume again.

"Yep, I can see you also did that." You praise, looking him up and down. Ace was a bit surprised, you could tell, since he mostly looked normal. Having black clothes and some red deatails, and his suit jacket.

"Thanks, now, maybe you have some blood to offer this starving vampire~" He says, in a seducing voice.

"Nope, I'm a potato sack. No blood here." You shrug with a smirk. Ace can't help but sulk down. He really, just really, really, wanted to give you a hickey. Folding his arms, he looks down on you.

"Oh, who placed a potato sack here? Better put it in the cabinet, where it belongs." He says in a dark tone. You step back, still smiling like a dork.

"This sack is cursed. You never trap it in a cabinet." You laugh, running away. Great, now is time to chase this dumbass around. Let's play this game. Ace thinks, a dark smirk crossing his features. But before he can even start chasing, you fall flat on your stomach. It looks ridiculous.

"Damn mold, you hurt?" He asks before walking up.

"Yes, it hurts a lot." You answer before rolling on you back, looking up at the towering vampire. Ace offers you a hand, which you take. Then he lifts you up from the ground.

"Hmm, I never eaten cursed potatoes. Would you mind if I try a bite?~" Ace asks, hopeful. You wiggle back and forth, thinking.

"Fine," you mutter, showing your neck for him. The poor guy likes you so much it's embarrassing, and maybe you should let him have a chance . . . . . After all, he was a starving vampire.

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Masterlist

Halloween specials

[n3on-graveston3s-calling]

Sometimes, Tiktok audios can do good.

Super small blurb; no warnings, just mildly suggestive.

Characters: idk imagine your blorbo. [ I wrote this specifically with Law, Ace, and Smoker in mind so. Go crazy. ]

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Their hands grip his jaw, turning his head towards them despite the way he'd almost- almost- turned to press a kiss to their fingers. Their thumb brushed against his lower lip, and his lips parted as if on instinct.

“You think you can have me?” He asked, voice teasing, taunting, even as Their fingers continue to hold, continue to press. Their thumb dips into his mouth briefly, and oh- that sends a shockwave through his system.

“I mean…” They trail off, a smug look upon their features as they gaze down at him. Their hips shift upon his lap, dragging out a soft sound- not quite a moan, not quite a gasp. A sigh of pleasure, perhaps. “Couldn't I?”

“Ah, fuck.” He hissed, brows furrowing, gaze flickering down to where they sat, their slow ruts against him. It was driving him mad.

They hum, tilting his head back up, leaning in so that their faces were closer. Eye contact seemed difficult for him, suddenly. “Yes, or no?” They whisper, watching as his cheeks colored, as his pupils dilated, as his decision was made.

“Yes,” he breathed before surging up, capturing them in a surprising- but very much welcomed- kiss.

[peanutbubba]

Stuck On You

Ace x Gn!reader, praise, fire, confessions of love, established relationship, reader and Ace are so in love, Narcolepsy strikes, not beta read, 1k+ words

Black strands blow in the wind, flickering every which way like a flame, so beautifully entrancing that it has your eyes widening.

It wasn’t often that Ace would walk on the Moby Dick without a hat, but when those days came you made sure to savor every part of them.

Carefully watching him across from the deck, watching how the wind messes up his hair, or how the upper half of his face looks so so good finally open to the sun.

You sigh, wondering if Ace thought of the same when you would take off your hat. Did he enjoy it? Wish for it to happen more?

Though eventually the thought is lost when he spots you, his eyes perking up as he turns to face your direction, waving to you merrily. Heat raised up your cheeks, flushing as you waved back to him, tilting the brim of your hat slightly down to hide your red face.

You’re sure that Ace would be the death of you, your chest tightening almost painfully every time you place your eyes on him. He was an angel to you, one of the most perfect beings in your eyes.

Sometimes it makes you forget, that you’re actually dating him, because you’re always hiding behind that shroud that someone as ethereal as himself could never love someone so average. Every time you remember it’s like ice cold water on your face, he wanted you, hand picked you, cherished you, and you were forever grateful.

Acutely, you were also aware that Ace did not view himself the same way you did, a shock to you when you first heard it.

When he had confessed that he was the son of Gol D. Roger there were tears stopped by his lashes, lips trembling as he expected you to call him the devil or yell obscenities at him.

You only chuckled, making Ace’s eyes snap from your shared bed to you, confusion in his eyes. Gently reaching for his cheeks as you brought him closer, kissing over the freckles on his left cheek, thumbing softly on the ones of the right.

“Does it matter who your father is?” You ask across his skin, breath fanning on his cheek. “Even as a pirate, you’re so perfect I’m sure you’re the only treasure I’d ever need.”

Ace practically sobs at your words and actions, wrapping his arms tightly around you, burying his face in your shoulder as you soothed him, joyful that truly you didn’t care.

And it continued like that, days were Ace though he deserved nothing but to die, you would be right beside him, worshiping him so fervently he had no choice but to cave and admit he was perfect.

You were so lost in your own thoughts of appreciating Ace that you hadn’t even realized he came right next to you, the gentle hand on your shoulder jolting you awake like you’d been struck by lightning.

He looked at you worriedly, thick eyebrows furrowed in concern, plush lips opening as he spoke. “Are you okay?”

“No,” then you shake your head, going even a brighter red if possible, “I mean yes!”

His face only contorts more, looking at you absurdly, the sun casting a glow on his hair, imitating a halo that only proved your previous statements.

“Are you free?” You finally choke out, a fish out of water sounding less out of breath than you, and Ace chuckles.

Nodding his head he goes to ask you a question but is stopped by you, your hand immediately gripping his own as you turn around and lead him to your shared quarters.

Locking the door behind Ace, dragging him further until you reach the bed, sitting down first then pulling Ace on your lap second. His arms planting themselves on your shoulders, knees and thighs beside yours, trapping you in.

Taking off your hat your place it instead on Ace’s head, a soft happy gasp leaving him as he pushes it down on his head properly. “What is this about, babe?”

You look down, burying your face in the crook of his neck, kissing and nipping carefully on the skin there. “I love you Ace.”

“I love you so much,” reaching your hands up you touch and caress every bit of skin you can, and Ace smiles because you’re in one of your moods where nothing matters but him.

You sigh softly, lips colliding with his collarbone next, grazing the skin ever so slightly with your teeth, but it’s enough to make him whine softly. “So lovely, so sweet.”

Your right hand trails up to Ace’s bicep, tracing the letters of his tattoo with practiced precision, outlining it nicely then raking your fingers back down his back, Ace shivering on your lap.

Peppering kisses up, from his collar bone to his Adam’s apple, then to his cheeks. You’re favorite part making itself know as Ace quietly laughs, smile making his eyes crease in to beautiful crescents.

As you lean back you stare, forgetting to breath as Ace shifted shyly on your lap, adverting his eyes.

“Is there something on my face?” He questions, his cheeks flushing as your gaze burns into him.

“No,” you shake your head softly, closing the space between the two of you, “You’re just too handsome to not stare at.”

You watch as the blush on Ace’s cheeks spreads even further, even covering his freckled shoulders, a happy almost purr like noise leaving his chest.

You chuckle at this, Ace’s eyes flickering back to you, watching how your shoulders raise in fall in delight because of him.

It has his heart clenching so tightly in adoration, you genuinely loved him so much it was shocking, a couple times you even joked that if he wanted you’d kiss the very ground he walks on. Every time when you would get like this, especially when you would stare at him like he hung all the stars in the night sky, he wouldn’t doubt the truth behind those words.

He’s absolutely sure that you were made for him, made to love and appreciate him in a way no one else could, made to compliment his very existence, and fuck, did you make living truly worth it.

You’d follow him wherever, do anything asked of you so long if Ace was the one asking, and likewise, Ace was in the same boat for you.

The two of you so truly whipped with each other that nothing could rival it, because even if the world crashed and burn right now the both of you wouldn’t care so long as you had each other.

Slowly you rub your nose on Ace’s, humming to get the man out of his head. “What are you thinking about?”

“How I want to marry you,” Ace simply snickers back, finally catching you off guard, now his turn to watch has your cheeks heat up.

You lean in and give a quick peck on Ace’s lips, pulling away as Ace follows, wishing that the kiss lasted longer. “I’ll make sure to get a ring soon then.”

Now it was back to Ace being flustered, orange flames igniting on his shoulders, making him lean back away from you so you wouldn’t get burnt.

It took him a minute to calm down completely, the fire on his shoulders shifting back into his skin, and he huffs finally leaning back in, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

Closing his eyes he focuses on how you make shapes on his unclothed back, or on your finger nails gently scratching on his back.

Before he knows it he goes from wide awake to dead asleep, happily snoring away, hunched over on your shoulder, arms still wrapped around your neck.

You’re surprised when you hear his snores, giggling at how cute Ace was, slowly pushing yourself further on the bed, trying your best to not wake the man on your lap.

As you get at a comfortable spot you lay back, closing your eyes as well as Ace rests on top of you, his naturally warmer temperature lulling you into sleep as well.

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Get the poppers out guys, I finally wrote more than 1,000 words. Literally wrote this so late so I don’t know if actually has a flow, but I hope it does.

Anyways, I hope y’all enjoyed, Pea’s out!

[stuckinmymind22]

they say “i love you” first

ig this is a sequel to this post but a shorter version

gn!reader ft: zoro, sanji, robin, nami, ace, and shanks

zoro

just blurts it out, eyes go wide and then he acts like nothing happened lol, you poke and prod and eventually he says it with his chest but you know you probably won’t be able to get it out of him again for a while

sanji

when he literally just met you

robin

she has thought long and hard about telling you this, there is probably a bit of a speech with some point on how she understands if you don't love her back, she is convinced that she isn't worthy of it - you have to kiss her to shut her up

nami

you aren’t sure if she’s talking to you tbh, she was admiring her treasure so you just assumed that’s what she was talking about. when you turn to look at her, her gaze is already on you, like you’re some type of treasure

ace

i stand by what i said, you say it at the same time and it is adorable and now he won't stop coming up to you and saying it

shanks

he’s drunk as shit can barely tell what he said his words are so slurred, but that doesn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat when you hear the words “i love you” falling from his lips

idk how i feel about this one but it's taking up space in my drafts so off into the world it goes

[alexa-fika]

yooo! What’s up?? Anyways I wanted to request a whitebeard pirates and child reader ff, so basically reader is very prone to Injuries and is quite clumsy, and one day when everyone was having lunch at mass, and then they accidentally stab themself with a fork or knife and end up causing a very deep and bloody injury, and everything after that is left to you :) it’s just so amusing for me to imagine the whitebeard pirates all worried and scared, and maybe at the end pops ends up comforting redder? Anyways love your works!

Forks and Dorks (Whitebeard pirates x gn!reader)

A/N I Dedicate this to you Holo and the anon who believed in me and my Adhd ass to finish my homework ✊🏽. I did it guys! And as you have wished it Anon here we have more Whitebeard pirates!

reader here is Replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japaness

Dividers by @/drinkthesky and @/firefly-graphics

“There There,” Ace sighed, picking up the crying child in his arms.

“Did you run too fast?”

“I -I “

“Hey, Hey, breath for okay? Can you remind me how you take deep breaths?”

“Y-you smell the flowers,” they sniffled, taking a deep inhale from their nose.

“And you blow the candles,” they finished as they blew out the air harshly.

“Good, that’s good. Now, how about you do it again gently? You blow any harder, and I’m gonna fly away,” he spoke as he walked out of the Deck and towards the mess hall.

“No!” They let out a teary giggle at his words

“You did! Almost went flying off the ship!”

“No, you didn’t,” they laughed, their previous incident long forgotten in their brother’s playful teasing.

“Oh? Are you being Mean to your big brother, Dokucha?” Another voice piped in

“No!”

“They are! Almost blew me off the Deck. I asked them to blow the candles, and the little rascal looked like they were trying to blow out a bonfire.”

“How mean, Dokucha!” Thatch gasped, joining in on the teasing of the small child

“You’re mean!” Dokucha accused instead

“Well, I guess I must live up to the title then,” Thatch laughed with a mischievous tone as Ace passed them to him and began tickling the child.

“No!!! Aceee-niii save me”

“Nope, you’re on your own,” he called with a grin as he promptly backed away and made his way to serve himself, ignoring the shrieking and laughs leaving the pair.

“Do ya give up pumpkin?”

“I’m Sorry, Thatch-nii, you’re not mean; you’re the best brother ever!!”

“There ya go, I always knew I was your favorite,” he exclaimed with a grin as he placed the small child down, grinning as they turned around to stick their tongue at him.

“Go have a sit, ya rascal; I have to make sure those idiots don’t destroy my kitchen.”

“Okay, Big Brother,” They happily call, climbing their way into a nearby chair as he walked closer to where the rest of his brothers were

“So what was it this time?” He called to Ace as he served him

“Ran over a loose board on the Deck,” He replied, gulping down the food.

“Again?”

“No, last time there was a loose board in the storage room,” Izou piped in.

“Ah”

“Any scratches this time?”

“No, they just got a go-

Ace’s words were quickly cut off as the sound of a familiar scream reverberated across the mess hall, springing all of the brothers into action as they ran toward the source of the scream; Thatch letting out a cry of his own as he spotted what was wrong.

Somehow, the young child had managed to impale themselves with one of the many forks that lined the long tables, blood already pooling beneath them as droplets of blood fell down to their elbows and falling to the floor in a terrifying but rhythmic fashion.

“Somebody get Marco!” Izou called, his commanding voice causing his crewmates to spring into action shortly after returning with a worried Marco in tow

“Here, let me have a look at the,” Marco hurriedly called to Thatch, who by now had taken the child and kneeled on the ground with them, attempting to stop the bleeding and whispering comforting words to Dokucha.

“Hey, I need to take this out; I will be really quick.”

“Is-I -is it g-go-gonna -hurt?” they hiccuped, words close to incomprehensible among their cries

“Yes, but just for a second. I just need to take it out so I can heal it,” he assured them as he took hold of the handle and prepared his flames.

He threw a smile their way as he quickly pulled the fork from their hand and replaced it with his own hand, flames spreading to the small child’s hand.

“And all done, see good as new,” he calls, waving their hand around to prove their statement.

“Ah! It’s gone!” they exclaimed, marveling at their brother’s powers, only to frown as they looked down.

“Wah, Thatch-nii, I’m sorry I made a mess again,” they cried.

“Don’t worry about that muchkin, accidents happen; what I do want to know is how in tarnation you managed to get a fork in your hand,” he questioned

“I was just trying to play Saber-nii’s game.”

Ace tilts his head at this, a confused look growing on his face.

“What kind of game is it that would end up with a fork in your hand?”

“Ah, I saw Saber-nii do it with a knife, but I only had a fork; you have to put the fork in between your fingers and then go really fast!” they exclaimed, gesturing to the movement they were supposed to be doing and ending their explanation with a smile

“I got to do it really fast! Ah, Ace-nii? Why does your face look scary?”

“Don’t worry about it, fire-cracker; I just remembered I have to do something real quick,” he replied with a tight smile and took his leave.

They turned towards Thatch and Marco, who had similar annoyed looks on their faces.

“Where is Ace-nii going? Is he going on the striker? I want to go!” they exclaimed, jumping down from Marco’s hold and running toward the second commander.

“Not so fast,” Marco calls, easily taking hold of them again.

“Ace just needs to talk to Saber about something; he will be back soon, and I’m sure afterward he can give you a ride in the striker,” Thatch assured them.

“Really!?”

“I don’t see why not; we can ask him when he comes back, okay? How about you go find Pops and tell him what you were up to? We also need to talk to Saber.”

“Okay!”

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“And then I came here!” they exclaimed, finishing their story with a smile.

“I bet you cried like a baby, didn’t you?”

“I did not! I was really brave!”

“Guhahaha!”

“Don’t laugh, Papaw!” they exclaimed with a pout.

“Fine, Fine; listen, Dokucha,” he called, causing their pout to fall as they looked at him with a slight tilt of their head.

“Don’t repeat what your brothers are doing, alright?”

“Why? My brothers are so cool! I want to be like them!”

“Because they are a bunch of idiots who don’t think before they do something,” he grumbled, downing his drink.

“You’re mean, Papaw; they aren’t idiots! I’m gonna tell Miss Tate you’re drinking again!” they exclaimed, jumping down from him and running toward the clinic.

“You damn brat!”

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