Feelin' Dark & Delicate

OP Memes#5

THAT damn face-

Taking a soft glance at a new world

Got a lot of stuff I gotta do while my whole family is sick. So yeah 🤞📿🙏

Update: Everything came all at once, but...it feels like it might have worked. Thanks Roger 🐡👍

A flame that gave warmth, despite it all

the specific tragedy of marineford's events aside ace is just a wild character to watch. he's the coolest big brother on the seas. he's a fucking dork. he's hated himself his whole life. he goes around tits out all day every day. it's because he's tattooed his devotion to whitebeard on his back and wants everyone to see it. he can solo a buffalo with a metal pipe at age 10. he cannot shut up about luffy even when he's in jail waiting to die. he's narcoleptic. he's a serial dine-n-dasher. he's the patron saint of daddy issues. he learns manners specifically to thank shanks for saving luffy. he's kinda shit at them. he doesn't run from fights. he doesn't let himself run from fights. he doesn't think he CAN run from fights. he crashes a party on buggy's ship out of nowhere and steals the food. he infiltrates a marine base and doesn't even bother to hide the very recognizable tattoo on his arm. he steals THEIR food. he immediately blows his cover because he decks the shit out of someone for dissing his captainfather. he's still eating while he gives them the slip. he goes to kill kaido and bonds with his son instead. he knows how to make a kasa. he forgets he's fire and keeps accidentally burning them. the narrative doomed him and yet his love and the love for him refuses to die. the world loathes him on an existential level. he chooses to be kind to the people in it, even so.

What more could you want, ❤️‍🔥x❤️‍🔥🤝💗u💗

Y'all know that little prank ppl do when they pretend you have smth on u and then boop ur nose when u look

I am the Grand Champ Uncontested

😅What a lil' Punk Bit--

Now, why you gotta be so sweet to me 🧸

𝜗𝜚⠀ㅤ⏖ 𓊆ྀི DRESSED UP 𓊇ྀི

❛ trying on a dress in front of the second division commander of your crew made him flurry exactly the way you wanted. ❜

⠀ㅤ⠀ㅤ💭　𓂃 pairing : 𝓐ce x 𝓡eader ㅤ───ㅤㅤcw 𝄞 fluff. ace is pretty much taken by you. reader is kind of flirtatious & very feminine. mutual pining but are unaware of it.

𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼 ૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა .ᐟ just something i whipped up last night! i am truly head over heels for this man, he is so scrumptious <3

you strolled around the town your crew had docked at the night before, ace following close behind. you had found out that this town was well known for the cute and pretty garments that they designed — specifically specialising in lacy and elegant dresses which was exactly your style! finding such apparel was hard to come by within the grand line but you've always adored dressing up ever since you were a little girl, and that remained true to this day. so you did your best to alter your clothes to your liking — adding ribbons and bows, adding lace wherever you could, adding florals and hearts. thankfully, whitebeard let you splurge and indulge in your fashion, as long as they remained practical for whenever combat arose.

the two of you had been wandering around for a few minutes, your eyes shimmering with mirth with every store you passed by. ace couldn't help the amity that effloresced within his chest as he saw the pure delight that was emanating from your face. he quite adored how much you loved shopping for clothes and the care and thought you put into every single outfit you adorned. there was never a day where you didn't look absolutely breathtaking. right from the way you styled your hair to the accessories you bore — you always looked so gorgeous.

you finally stopped by in front of a shop that had flowers and vines dangling from its sign and they were displaying the most feminine and dainty pieces ace had ever seen. he did admit that he did very much like what he was seeing but he felt rather out of place to be walking into a shop like this — he could only see women inside as they ambled across the aisles and picked out clothes off the racks. he worried that him being there would make them feel weary. but before he could even voice his concerns to you, you were already dragging him inside.

after a good few minutes of you rummaging around the shop, you had acquired a mountain full of clothes that you wanted to try on. you were in one of the changing rooms as ace stood outside, holding on to each of the garments you had selected. almost an hour had passed by and you were now trying on the last piece you had left. you had apologised earlier for taking so much time but truthfully, ace wasn't really complaining. it just meant he got to spend time with you, and he wouldn't ever pass up such an opportunity.

"ace?", you trilled from within the changing room.

"yeah?", he replied. "is something wrong?"

"nope, i just want your opinion on this dress. i'm not sure if this really complements my skin tone or not. so do you mind if i show it to you?"

he could feel his heart thumping madly against his chest at your request. for a moment, he simply stayed silent, his mind racing with thoughts of you modelling the dresses for him. a rosy pink dusted his cheeks as the images of you donning the previous pretty pieces flitted through his head. when he heard you call out his name though, he quickly shook his head in an attempt to clear away the images he had conjured of you which he felt rather guilty for now.

"are you sure i'm the right one to ask? maybe i could call—"

you cut him off by saying meekly, "no. i want your opinion."

ace's cheeks turned a darker shade of pink as he held his hands to his chest, trying to compose himself and slow down his beating heart. he took in a deep breath and said, "alright, go ahead and show me."

you pulled open the curtain and the second he laid his eyes on you, he could feel himself turn to mush. you were wearing a lavish, yellow dress that was embellished with pearls and white gems all around, and frills all along the bottom. you were fiddling with the sleeves as you looked down bashfully. "so, what do you think?", you asked softly. "how does it look?"

where was he even meant to begin? you looked truly stunning in it. he swore he hadn't ever seen a woman as beautiful as you. you looked heavenly, angelic, lovely—

"yeah it's very nice," was all he could bring himself to say. he wanted the ground to swallow him whole at how daffy he felt in this moment. there was so much more he wanted to say to you and all he could say was 'nice'? that word was not nearly enough to encompass how ethereal you looked.

"aw, just nice?", you asked dolefully. your lips had turned into a small pout, your doe eyes looking up at him — the ones that tugged at his heartstrings sweetly yet fiercely.

"well no!", he rebutted instantly. "it's not just nice. i mean, the colour is pretty. it suits you. and the frills are a cute touch."

he continued to ramble on, complimenting every aspect of the dress. his flushed face and flustered demeanour amused you — one of the most dangerous and most powerful pirates the world had seen and yet here he was, struggling to even form coherent sentences in front of you. you found it so adorable that you could rile him up so easily and that this was a sight only you had the luxury of witnessing. you didn't want anybody else to see him like this nor ever wanted anybody else to make him feel this way aside from you.

an impish smile tugged at your lips as you thought of another way to flurry the man even more. you took a step closer towards him and you gestured for him to lean forward towards you. he did as you said, his gaze flickering over your entire body, the blush now tinging his neck and ears. you cupped a hand over his ear as you whispered in a honeyed tone, "did you want to see me in something sexier?"

his entire body froze at your words, his hands balling into tight fists underneath the clothes he held. his breathing quickened and he feared his knees would buckle any second, sending him toppling over you. he did his best to keep himself upright and to stop the indecent thoughts that dared to infiltrate his mind. that proved to be a much more difficult challenge than he had anticipated.

"w-what? no, i-," he sputtered, feeling more abashed than ever. he scrambled to find words but he failed to do so.

you giggled at his behaviour, finding him more charming than ever before. "i'm just playing with you. i think i'm going to get this. i think you like it too, right?". all he could do was nod in agreement before shutting the curtain hastily.

messing around with him like this filled you with a gaiety that you couldn't find elsewhere. you knew that the handsome and charismatic dark-haired man had feelings for you, and it would be a lie to say that you didn't feel the same. you were just waiting for the day for him to profess his feelings to come around. until then, this form of coquetry towards him would have to suffice, hoping soon enough that he would catch on to your antics.

We all have our quirky likes（´∀`）ｂ

"Why is your face so red?"

"Shut up."

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Put away your ankles, Ace!

That's the stuff right there 😏 😏

Firework show. (NSFW!) Ace x Oc/Y/n

I made this semi my oc bc my oc has like fire and firework powers but I wanted this to be enjoyable for others that wanna roleplay as my oc.

Ace's breath hitched, a phantom sting lingering where the vibrant, almost playful, flames had kissed his skin. He flexed his singed fingers, the faint scent of burnt sugar and sulfur a stark contrast to the usual salty tang of the sea air. The memory of your heat, the way it bloomed and pulsed, replaced the phantom pain with a different, more potent kind of warmth.

The remnants of your power, a swirling, vibrant echo of fireworks and wildfire, still danced on his tongue, a taste he couldn't quite place. It was a delicious, dangerous burn, a reminder of the raw, untamed energy that pulsed within you. He remembered the way your body had arched, the soft gasps that turned into sharp, almost feral cries as his touch ignited your own internal inferno.

Now, standing on the deck of the Moby Dick, the curious gazes of his crewmates bore into him. "Ace, what happened to your fingers?" Thatch asked, his voice laced with concern. Marco chimed in, having seen the burns closer. "Yeah… You look like you burned them."

He froze, the question echoing the raw intensity of the previous night. The image of you, a swirling vortex of fire and light, overwhelmed his senses. His mind raced, searching for a plausible explanation, but all he could conjure were vivid flashes of your skin flushed with heat, the way your flames had danced around his touch, the way his tongue had traced the delicate lines of your form as you erupted in a blaze of your own making.

He swallowed, the phantom sting of your fire now a burning blush creeping up his neck. The words caught in his throat, a mix of desire and the sheer absurdity of trying to explain the consequences of your shared inferno. How could he possibly articulate the way your power, untamed and wild, had turned his own touch into a brand, a mark of your shared, fiery passion? Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse… You walked onto the deck, your gaze falling on the three of them.

Ace cleared his throat nervously, his eyes darting towards the floor as he fiddled with his now burnt but healing fingers. It wasn't his fault you were so easy to… flare up. You had similar powers to Ace, but without a Devil Fruit, your abilities manifesting as fire or fireworks. Usually, when intense emotions like pleasure, sadness, anger, or envy took hold, you became… fiery. So, during their intimate moment, you unintentionally burnt his three fingers and tongue. Thankfully, neither of you were harmed by the fire itself, but physical damage was still a possibility. If they could see his tongue, they would surely notice its abnormally vibrant red hue.

"Ah…uh…" he stuttered, scratching the back of his head, the blush on his face deepening. He glanced at Thatch and Marco, who were still eyeing his burnt fingers with concern. The corner of his mouth twitched into a sheepish, forced smile. "Well…you know how it is, right? I'm always clumsy..." he said, hoping his nonchalance would diffuse the situation.

But your presence only heightened his embarrassment. He could still vividly recall the taste of you, the sound of your moans against his lips. It was impossible to ignore the pull towards you, the way his heart raced whenever you were near.

"Just…got careless with some fireworks last night," he lied smoothly, averting his gaze from your knowing expression. The lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly, years of pirate life honing the skill. "Nothing to worry about," he assured, holding up his hand with a casual wave.

Inside, though, he felt anything but casual. He craved another taste of your fire, the rush of adrenaline as your flames danced around him. And there you were, a living embodiment of everything he desired and feared. The urge to reach out, to pull you close, to apologize for the burns was strong, but he held back. For now, he'd let the secret simmer between them.

Marco and Thatch looked confused. They weren't aware Ace had fireworks, but… Ace was always reckless. And they had indeed heard some sort of fireworks last night. However, Thatch wasn't buying Ace's story easily, his eyes finding yours and giving you a skeptical look. Marco was thinking the same thing but didn't want to jump to any conclusions, knowing it would fluster you both and probably make both of you go on fire. Again. Marco raised a doubtful eyebrow. "With three fingers and your tongue? Sounds a bit… specific."

A shiver went down Ace's spine as he remembered the way his tongue had swirled and dipped, the way your moans had grown louder, more desperate. Your fingers had gripped his hair, your nails digging into his scalp as the intensity built. Then, a sudden, sharp burst of heat, and a searing pain had shot through his fingers and across his tongue, the taste of you replaced by the acrid tang of burnt flesh. He'd pulled back, his eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and concern, but you'd only gasped, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your release. He began to think about the way your breath had hitched, soft whimpers escaping your lips as his fingers slipped inside you, the friction building the heat within you. Your flames, usually contained, began to flicker and dance along your skin, a visual representation of the rising pleasure. He'd dipped his head, his tongue tracing the delicate folds of your core, and your fire had erupted, a wave of heat washing over him. The taste of you, a blend of sweetness and sulfur, had filled his senses as your body convulsed around him, your internal fire igniting his own... Oh and when you came? When you came... It felt like fireworks popping and sizzling on his tongue your sweet juices flowing onto his tongue like fire... He knows it's bad for him. But you know Ace loved it as much as you did in the heat of the moment.

"I swear it's nothing, Marco... I'm fine. I just... Got a little carried away with something-"

"Something or someone?" you replied, finally breaking your silence. Ace's eyes widened in shock… He knew how bold you were, but fuckkk—you were driving him insane. That playful look in your eyes and that teasing little smirk on your face… Thatch and Marco's eyes darted between you and Ace. It didn't take long to put the pieces together. Oh but when you put two and two together what do you get? A very hot mess.

Looks like Ace was playing with fire. Literally.