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honeybleed · 1 year

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content & warnings: since it’s based on the movie i suppose ace and the other one piece characters will be ooc, female reader, black coded reader, she/her pronouns, not canon/modern au (but 2000s) no smut but sorta spicy at the end

author’s note: this is a submission for @indigoballad’s chicklit diaries collab, thank you for giving me an idea and creating this opportunity 🙈💞 every fan has their own interpretation and while i do think ace is a shy inexperienced dork due to his age…i guess he has it in him to be a charming and flirtatious as a 00s rom com dude lmao

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One thing you would say about your best friend since freshmen year of college and co-worker Nami is that she loved to party.

She loved picking the sexiest, skimpy outfits to wear, she loved doing up her hair, she loved and did her make-up better than any professional and she loved flaunting the body she worked hard for.

What Nami didn't expect of all nights, was for you, Robin and her to be stood outside the crowded nightclub bathroom as your other co-worker and Nami's other best friend Vivi barricaded herself in the cubicle and refused to come out.

"...Vivi!" You called out, exasperatedly as your feet were sore from the heels. "Come out! If you don't come out in two minutes, Nami will kick his ass and we'll end up spending a night in the holding cell.."

"Don't bother, Y/N." Robin groaned as people began to line up and spectate the scene of Nami grabbing a fistful of the guy's hair as she stared at him, practically frothing with anger.

"That girl has superhuman strength and speed." You muttered to yourself. "She was JUST beside me!"

Vivi threw open the cubicle door which slammed you right in the face and took off running to try to pry Nami off of the guy who had been two-timing her.

You rubbed your nose.

"Ugh!"

"Nami, please!" Vivi cried out as she attempted to hold back her best friend.

"No! You slimy bastard, how dare you?!" Nami screeched as she grabbed the poor guy's collar and shook him, hard.

"Look, I'm sorry okay!" He pleaded. "It's just...she's insufferable!"

The crowd all began to gasp and murmur amongst themselves at his statement. Vivi's face turned into something reminiscent of a tomato.

"...You want to die so bad!" Nami shrieked.

"She said having sex with me is so beautiful and she burst out crying! I didn't know what to do-"

"I suggest you shut your mouth," Robin said, threateningly, as you two finally pushed your way through the hordes of people witnessing the spectacle.

"That doesn't give you a right to hurt her!" You barked. Suddenly, the security guards must've caught wind of the commotion and the four of you were thrown out.

"This always happens!" Vivi sobbed, head in her hands as the three of you sat on the kerb side, Robin keeping a watchful eye for a taxi.

You and Nami draped your arms around her and rubbed her back, Nami resting her head on Vivi's shoulder.

"You deserve better than him." She murmured. "I told you he looks like he needed legal documents to reside on Earth."

"...Nami!" You hissed but Robin struggled to keep her composure at the comment.

"He just...he told me he loved me," Vivi said, voice hoarse.

"After a week, Vivi?" You questioned, pulling a face.

"Not...helping," Nami said through gritted teeth as she pinched your side causing you to jerk.

Sleek was the most talked about magazine in the country. It was a woman's focused one, so it mostly discussed fashion, trends, new fad diets, plastic surgery, weight loss and women's health.

Honestly, it was pretty mind-numbingly boring in your opinion, and Robin seemed to share the same sentiment. You both had master degrees from prestigious universities and wanted to tackle more credible journalism, however any attempt at that was shut down by your boss Charlotte.

She didn't like change. And she stuck to what made Sleek popular in the first place.

"Nami, where is Vivi?" You questioned. The two always arrived at the office downtown together.

"She's not answering my calls." Nami sighed, as she rubbed her temples. "I think she's a little mad at me since I mauled that scumbag. But I don't regret it. I'd do it again!"

"Slow your roll, Red." You cut in. "I'll head over to her place. Charlotte will have our heads for missing her godforsaken meetings."

"Good luck!"

You popped your head behind the office's cubicle.

"Red, tell Vivi how you feel about her at some point, will you?"

"...Y/N!" Nami cried out, cheeks burning red.

"I'm coming in!" You called out as you balanced the several bags to bend over and scoop up the spare key under the potted plant outside Vivi's apartment's front door. "And what did I tell you about putting the key in a more inconspicuous place?!"

No answer. You made your way to her bedroom and dumped the shopping bag full of make-up samples from the office and a selection of cute outfits for her to choose from.

"Leave me alone, Y/N." Vivi groaned, head hidden underneath her pillow. You ignored her, opting to yank open the curtains and open the windows.

There was a gentle breeze that cooled the sweaty skin on your face from running to Vivi's place and bounding up the stairs and a glint of warm sunlight.

"You feel that, honey? Fresh air and vitamin D!" You said, earnestly. "I know Saturday night was rough-"

"Understatement of the century.” Vivi interjected.

"But it's a new day. Don't let that jackass interfere with your job too."

Silence.

"Fine. You want Charlotte to make your life even more of a living hell?"

"...No." Vivi mumbled as she sat up.

"Then take a shower and get dressed. We got like forty-five minutes!" You barked, as you pulled off her duvet causing her to groan.

"You goddamn tyrant!" Vivi cried out as she kicked her feet in frustration.

As you fussed and ran around Vivi's place helping her get ready, then rushing to down some coffee and rush into the office, you saw Robin and Nami in the hallway.

"There you are!" Nami cried out as she flung her arms around Vivi. "I'd apologise but I don't feel bad about him. But I would never wanna make you upset, kay?"

"It's fine, Nami." Vivi said, muffled in Nami's shoulder. "I wish I had a backbone like you."

Nami pulled away and firmly planted her hands on Vivi's shoulders.

"Vivi, don't say that sorta crap! You're amazing and special in your own way. Your kindness is what makes you, you.”

"As much as I dig this empowerment sesh going on, we got two minutes til Charlotte's meeting." You said, yanking both of them down the hallway.

"Sorry, we're late!" You called out as you bustled towards your seats.

"A minute later and you would've been on my bad side, huh ladies?" Charlotte said, giving the three of you evils as you settled down. "Right, printing goes to press in two weeks. Tell me you all have some sort of clue on what you're going to be focused on for the next few days."

"I'm tackling the new fitness DVDs the reality show stars are competing on," Robin stated. "I think it'll worsen their feud if one is really shitty."

"My star, Robin. You never fail me." Charlotte grinned.

"Ranking some outfits since it's Fashion Week," Nami said.

"Excellent. Vivi?" Charlotte said, turning to her.

"Oh..." Vivi coughed. "I have just...sorta been under the weather so...I haven't got any ideas."

"She got dumped."

"Robin!"

Charlotte raised an eyebrow.

"My heart bleeds for you, really Vivi." She said, voice dripping in sarcasm. "But we can't maintain our spot if people start slacking off cos of silly things like breakups. I mean, you're already on thin ice since I gave you this job as a favour to your father, huh?"

The room fell silent.

"Charlotte, that's not fair to say." Nami interjected. "Vivi is an amazing columnist. I'd say her recipes are the top three most read!"

"Nami, it's fine," Vivi said, squeezing Nami's hand. "You're right, Charlotte. I'll get my act together. I have some past notes I scrapped in the past but kept 'em around, so.."

"Try to jazz them up a little. Readers can tell if something is outdated." Charlotte said, with an edge to her voice.

"...Will do," Vivi responded.

"...Y/N? Tell me you got something good." Charlotte asked, turning to you.

"How to lose a guy in ten days. I’ll date some poor guy and drive him crazy." You snorted.

"Woah? And what was the inspiration for that?" Charlotte questioned, intrigued.

You cleared your throat and gestured to Vivi.

"Y/N!" Vivi and Nami cried out, incredulously.

"That's low to capitalise off of somebody's personal life!" Nami shot.

"It's not just on Vivi! Lots of girls do things that make guys take off running. It'd be a learning experience, huh Vivi?" You said.

"You're mean." Vivi sighed. "But I guess if it'll help other women like me."

"Vivi, you don't need to say yes to this-"

"I love it, Y/N," Charlotte stated. "Run it. I can't wait to read it."

And that was when you had your article. Now you just needed to find the guy.

The meeting became a little less awkward. Of course, Charlotte liked something as humiliating as that for an article. Charlotte was cruel, no denying it. However, her nasty ways were the key to her success.

As the meeting dwindled, you all began to head to your cubicles to get started. That is until Charlotte ordered you all to pause and introduced you to two tall, glamorous-looking ladies in all black.

"Ah, ladies this is Isuka and Kujaku, from Newgate Advertising."

You all exchanged greetings and pleasantries.

"They wanted to get a scope since they will be the marketing for Cobra Diamonds."

Vivi blinked and both you and Nami side eyed her.

"Nepo baby Vivi strikes again." Robin snickered to herself.

"This is Nami, she handles fashion and trends, Robin handles lifestyle and fitness, Vivi is cooking and diets and Y/N here is our resident How-To girl." Charlotte grinned.

"Nice!" Kujaku grinned. "I loved your article, How to Feng Shui your apartment. Changed everything!"

"Well, thank you." You grinned.

"What are you working on now?" Isuka asked.

"How to lose a guy in ten days!" Charlotte said, cutting you off. "She just needs to find the poor guy. It'll be a spectacle."

"Ooh, that'll be a good read!" Kujaku exclaimed.

"...Yep." You said, with an uneasy laugh.

The two women sauntered out of the office and made their way back to their workplace.

Isuka immediately rolled her eyes when she saw a familiar motorbike park where she stood.

"Ladies. You're looking gorgeous this morning." The freckled man said with a grin after he pulled off his helmet and shook his jet-black hair.

"Barf.." Isuka responded, while a rose pink dusted across Kujaku's cheeks.

"Breaking my heart again, aren't you Isuka?" He whined as he faux dramatically placed a hand over his chest.

"Give me a break, Portgas."

Ace liked to think he was on amicable terms with his rival at work and former ex-girlfriend but she liked to remind him how much she couldn't stand him.

The lovable charisma of his left a bitter taste in her mouth considering his inability to be a committed boyfriend.

He didn't let it deter him, though.

His eyes settled on the ladies' magazine Isuka had in her hands.

"You catchin' up on events?" He grinned. His eyes were fixated on the box of the title page. "Turn-on Tricks: How To Make Him Hot? We used to be an expert on that-"

"Kujaku and I had an appointment at Sleek. The fastest growing women's magazine in the country." Isuka cut him off. "Maybe if you were dedicated and did some extra field trips and reading like us, you'd be onto the big leagues and secure the diamond campaign instead of pawning off cheap beer and clunky sporting goods."

"Really know how to boost a man's morale, don't ya Isuka?" Ace snorted as he shook his head. "I'll see you, ladies, around."

"Bye Ace~" Kujaku beamed as she batted her eyelids and waved him off, earning a death glare from Isuka.

"What? He's cute!"

"Hey, you knucklehead," Marco called out as he saw Ace swagger into the office. "You seem chipper."

"Morning Pineapple." Ace grinned. "You know Isuka chewing me up always gets my engine going."

"You love getting under her skin, don't you?" Izou remarked as he filed his nails.

"One of my many talents. So, what's up?" Ace asked as he peeled off his leather jacket and top.

"What's up is that your daily routine of changing your shirt in the office now has loyal spectators," Izou stated wryly, gesturing to a few women and men pretending to be occupied with the coffee machine.

Marco tossed him a brand-new shirt.

"I don't mind." He winked as he flexed his biceps. "I mean, what's the hoopla Isuka was going on about?"

"Well, that deal about the diamonds campaign...Cobra Diamonds or something? Pops wants to move on it now." Marco answered.

"YES! That was my schmoozing at that event that even got them to look at our company." Ace cheered. "So?"

"Oi, Portgas," Izou said, raising a brow. "You realise he hired Isuka and Kujaku, right?"

"What?! That was mine from the start! It was me brown-nosing that old man." Ace shot.

"Well, Pops is partial to gorgeous women." Marco snorted. "Of course, he'd hand that deal to them on a plate."

Ace scrunched up his face, then snatched his helmet off the desk.

"Woah, woah, woah! Where are you rushing off to?" Marco questioned as he blocked the doorway.

"To find Pops? This was my-"

"Pops is literally on a flight to Miami right now. What made you think he'd give the diamond deal to us? We advertise beer and sports equipment."

Ace let out a heavy sigh and hung his head.

"Marco, if we get this deal we can move on out of that field. I love a beer and some basketballs but I sure as hell don't wanna be doing that forever. We get that diamond gig and we can be onto all the luxuries marketing has to offer!"

"One thing Pops always said about you, you got ideas that's for sure." Marco chuckled as he shook his head and ruffled Ace's hair. "Fine, he's meeting those two Tuesday night at some upscale place. Mullen's, I think."

"I'll be there with my best threads on!" Ace said, a glimmer in his eye.

"I hate this already." Nami groaned as the three of you made your way to the event.

"What's the difference between here and clubs, Nami?" Vivi giggled at her friend's dismay.

"People at these places are so...patronising. Like wow, you're so much better than us cos you know names of ancient wine."

"I get it. But a change of scene is nice every now and then, huh Nami? And I don't think we'll be allowed back into that club after the crap you pulled."

"I have no regrets!" Nami said, triumphantly as she puffed up her chest causing the three of you to dissolve into giggles.

You'd had your fair share of attending lavish events, it wasn't something new to you since Charlotte had connections and always got her staff invites to wherever they wanted to go.

The catch being it had to relate to an article.

Ace wasn't somebody for suits. He couldn't tell you what the difference was between a crappy rented tuxedo from a shady part of town that smelt of mothballs and a sleek, tailored one. Luckily, Izou could.

Much to Izou's chagrin, he pitched in to get Ace dressed up nicely since he figured both Isuka and Kujaku would look like they stepped off Vogue.

"I look like a dork." Ace groaned in the bathroom as Izou stood beside him.

"Remind me to never help you again." Izou snapped. Ace's fingers flew to the collar to undo it and open the shirt slightly.

"That might work at the office but c'mon Ace. At least act like you mean business." Izou groaned as he pinched his nose bridge.

"What does how I wear this have to do with it, huh? Some skin adds my touch." Ace responded as he pointed finger guns at the mirror.

"...Fine, be a slut do what you want." Izou sighed. "I just hate to see a gorgeous item of clothing not being worn the way it's SUPPOSED to be."

"Would you take home a slut like me?" Ace grinned as he patted Izou's cheek.

"I'm not a member of your thirst club, Portgas." Izou snapped. "Go!" He said, attempting to deliver a swift kick but Ace rushed away.

To say Edward Newgate had an imposing presence would be an understatement. Despite the building being full to a brim, the partygoers could not stop giving fleeting glances when they heard his hearty laughter. His company was a beast in the marketing industry and there were rumours he was once a mafia kingpin.

He sat in the room away from regular patrons and sat at a table with Isuka and Kujaku by his side.

"You damn brat! What brings you here?" He questioned as he roared with laughter.

Ace shrugged, then sat on the empty chair throwing an arm around the top rail.

"I think you gave the diamond marketing gig to the wrong folks, so I dropped by to change your mind." He stated.

"This meeting is invites only, Ace. How brash." Isuka sneered.

"Well, I should've been invited. It was my tip n all." Ace said as he twirled the cutlery knife on the tips of his fingers.

"I suppose it was." Newgate stated. "You tell me, son. You sell drinks and sports gear better than anybody in my shop, you're my resident moneymaker! But these ladies sell luxury!"

"I wanna handle this pitch, Pops."

Across the bar, the three surveyed the room.

"I'm not talking about lust, ladies. I'm talking about deep, meaningful, his and hers towels, let's grow old together! Look, I love women. Whether they're twenty, forty or my fifty-three-year-old foster mother. I respect women and I listen. I could sell myself to a woman-"

As Ace went on his persuasive rant, Isuka noticed you across the room. A light bulb went off.

"Make a woman fall in love with diamonds, Ace? Or with you?"

"...Either one?" Ace said, a little sheepishly.

"That's cocky, son!" Newgate guffawed.

"I wouldn't say cocky, Pops! Confident."

Isuka snickered.

"Prove it, Portgas." She challenged. "Mr. Newgate is co-hosting a party for Cobra Diamonds. The party is a week from Sunday. That gives you...hm...ten days? You telling us you could make a woman fall for you in that time."

"Any woman, anywhere, anytime?" Kujaku sang.

"Any single, available woman. Yes." Ace retorted.

"Oh, I'm not trying to trick you, Ace." Isuka said, faux dramatically. "In fact...we will choose a woman, right here and right now in this bar!"

Ace shifted in his seat to get a better look at the crowd of people.

"Let's see..." Kujaku said.

"Her." Isuka interrupted, gesturing towards you, Nami and Vivi.

"Is that not the CEO of the daughter? We'd be playing dangerous games playing with her like that." Kujaku said, with an uneasy laugh.

Isuka rolled her eyes at how dimwitted Kujaku could be. How did she not remember you were the same girl producing an article on how to drive a guy away in ten days?

"Not Mini Cobra. The one in the red dress and the curls." Isuka stated.

Kujaku blinked at Isuka when the realisation finally sank in, prompting Isuka to make a zipping gesture.

Ace's eyes fell on you, and a smile began to tug at the corner of his lips. You were talking to your friends and you couldn't have looked any more beautiful. There had to be some sort of catch but he chose to ignore it.

"...Done!" Ace grinned as he turned back to face the trio.

"Huh?" Isuka questioned.

"Done?" Newgate said.

"Done. You're on." Ace said. "Here are the stakes. I win, you give me this pitch. Agreed?"

"Agreed." Isuka said, a little smugly.

"Alright son, you come to that party with that girl head over heels for you, you can have the pitch." Newgate said, raising a glass to the bet.

"Pick a guy. Anyyyyy guy." Vivi said as she downed the last remnants of the champagne flute.

“The pickings seem slim.” Nami muttered.

“Nami, you don’t even like guys.” You snorted.

“Yeah, which makes my opinion more valid than the both of you.” Nami retorted.

“The guy smoking seems cute.” Vivi said, gesturing to the man with blond hair and a curly brow.

“Alright, I’ll take you up on that Vivi.” You said, making a beeline towards the picked out target.

You intentionally brushed your elbow against the man who was sat at the bar, then faced him to apologise with your best smile.

“I’m sorry, I’m so clumsy.”

He spluttered as his cheeks burned scarlet, then quickly attempted to recompose himself.

He took your hand in his and pressed a gentle kiss against the skin.

"I am grateful to get an up-close glance of such beauty." He said, smoothly.

"...Oh. You flatter me." You giggled.

From the bat, you knew this was not the guy for the project.

He seemed as if he would stick around no matter what method of psychological torture you chose to inflict.

"But my friends over there are calling me. It was lovely to meet you...?"

"Sanji." He smiled. "It's alright, mon cherie. If fate chooses to reunite us once again, I will not let you go."

"...You have a way with words, huh Sanji?" You snickered.

“One of my many charms.”

“Since you’re a sweetheart, I’ll give you some words of advice. Please stay clear of my gorgeous red-haired friend. As breathtaking as she is, I’m sure you don’t want a knot on your forehead.” You said, as you pat his cheek.

You turned on your heel to head over to the girls but you were not paying attention whatsoever to the man making a beeline towards you, causing you to collide right into him, spilling the champagne all over his clothes and causing the flute to shatter across the floor.

Your eyes blew open with shock when you realised what you had done.

"I am so sorry! Fuck, oh my-" You scrambled to find some tissues in your purse and dabbed haphazardly at the person's abdominals. When you looked up to meet his eyes, it was like another shock in one.

He was an absolute dreamboat and it was taking everything in you not to buckle right now. His smile and freckles of his had you in an absolute chokehold.

"Hey, it's fine little lady. But you owe me something at least."

You furrowed your brows.

"Huh?"

"Let me take you out. Away. I know a real good lobster joint."

"I ruin your clothes and you take me on a date?" You questioned.

"I can think of better ways you can ruin my clothes, so? What do you say?"

"You're used to getting what you want." You grin.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Clear as day." You responded. "You not gonna give me a name, Freckles?”

“Ace. And you, lady in red?”

“Y/N.”

“Gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl.” He stated.

“Oh, I can tell that line worked wonders for you in the past, huh Freckles?”

“Is it that obvious? Seems like you have a keen eye, doll face.”

“I'm gonna go tell my friends I'm heading out with you, wait for me." You said as you gave him a small wave.

You draped your arms around both Nami and Vivi as you whispered: "Target locked and loaded."

"Oh, he's really cute." Vivi said, eyes widening.

"Call us if anything. I mean it!" Nami hissed.

"I promise." You grinned as you released your grip on them and flounced off towards Ace, who was waiting for you at the door.

"Where's your ride?" You questioned Ace as you dug your nails into the flesh of your arms in the chilly weather.

"You're lookin' at her!" Ace proclaimed proudly as you stood in front of the motorbike. He handed you a white, bulky helmet. "You get to wear the goofy-lookin' one."

You scoffed, fake offended.

"It will not look goofy on me!"

"It looks dumb on just about everybody." Ace snickered as you placed the helmet on your head. He turned to fasten the belt. "You look pretty cute."

"Eyes on the road, Casanova." You snorted as you shuffled towards him, chest flush against his back and arms wrapped around his torso.

Ace was a real live wire. Despite your pursuit of him being rooted in the article, it was interesting getting to know him. He was pretty smart, charisma off the charts.

As you grilled him over the copious amount of lobster plates, he seemed to have an answer for everything.

He was too cocky for his good. Which made you not feel as guilty about using him for your experiment. It would be funny to knock him off his pedestal.

When you asked to visit his place, it made him smile so much his jaw ached.

“You a clean freak, Ace?” You questioned as you observed the neat apartment, following in after him.

“Not so much. Just figured it’s not a good look to have a pigsty especially when I have certain lady friends drop by.” He snickered as he raised his eyebrows. “Can I get you something to drink?”

This is a game, meaning there was no need for you to pull out the stops and be on your best behaviour. You wanted to gross him out.

“You got any beer?” You asked as you folded your arms.

“My kinda girl!” He grinned.

Damn it. Onto the next.

Number 1: Being hot and cold during physical intimacy. — Obviously, consent and making sure your partner is comfortable is a priority but to lead them into something hot and heavy and then get cold feet is completely frustrating for them!

The both of you sat quietly in his bedroom, on the dresser.

The room was painted navy blue and had black sleek furniture within ambient lighting.

You stood up and deliberately swayed your hips as you walked towards his emperor-sized bed. His eyes never left yours as he gulped the drink.

You lounged across the cover, hand cradling the side of your face as you gave him a come-hither look as you patted the covers.

He simply shook his head with a grin and patted the oak surface.

“…Okay~”

You followed the instructions and were back by his side, once again. You pounced on him, hand bunching a fistful of his raven locks as you smashed your lips against his. You were forward if anything until he pried you off, pulling away from you.

“Too fast, let’s try to slow it down, huh?” Ace said with an uneasy laugh.

As much as he wanted to go all the way, the main objective was to make you fall for him. And to his knowledge, nobody falls for one-night stands.

“Alright.” You nodded.

He threw caution to the wind. He would be a fool to turn down somebody as ridiculously sexy as you throwing yourself at him and it was his turn to crash his lips against your own.

Of course, the Playboy was an amazing kisser. His lips were pillowy and the way he moved against you, as he picked you up with ease and threw you onto the bed was something from experience.

You groaned into his mouth as you felt all the lithe muscles against your body. His mouth began to venture to your neck which was making this way too hot and heavy.

You both needed to pump to brakes, neither of you wanted to think you were one-night stands. You had things going on.

“Too fast!” You both said, simultaneously. The absurdity of the situation caused the two of you to burst into hysterics.

“I want you…to respect me.” You said, out of breath.

“I do!” Ace cried out. “I respect you. And I want you to respect me.”

“Alright. I respect that.” You huffed, shifting underneath his crotch which made him jerk slightly.

He peeled away from you and awkwardly shifted his pants in an attempt to make his obvious reaction to you so blatant.

You got up from his bed and attempted to smooth out the creasing in your dress, then purposely left your purse in his bathroom. He was occupied with booking you a taxi.

As you sauntered out of the lobby of his apartment and made your way towards the taxi, but paused when you heard a familiar voice.

You whipped your head around to see none other than Ace perched on his balcony.

“Goodnight doll-face!” He grinned.

You waved at him.

“…Oh, you are already falling in love with me.” He muttered under his breath as you fixed your gaze onto his with a smile.

“I’m gonna make you wish you were dead~” You said in a voice barely a whisper as you blew a kiss at him.

author’s note:

if you made it this far, ty for reading!!! i always wanted to write for ace and the other fine twenty sumn of one piece (sabo sanji law zoro kidd killer etc) but i’m kind of partial to dilfs at the same time 😹

pls leave feedback if u can 🙈 likes and reblogs are always appreciated ❤️ sorry if there is any spelling or grammatical mistakes😭

if any of u guys are kinda lost at the characters:

• Isuka is a marine from Ace’s light novel

• Kujaku is Tsuru’s granddaughter who is also a marine, she is more prominent within Egghead arc

• Charlotte is Big Mom but imagine Big Mom like her old pics lawl *azealia banks voice* HOW COULD YOU NAWT SAY CUNT??

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