So Free, As He Should've Always Been *grabs Heart In Remembrance*

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.

He He He He

dofuwani uwu

Shin-chan would be proud, and Sanji would've died of a nosebleed 🤣🤣

+no woman would have let this figurine go out for production knowingly

Ladies, would you rather walk over hot coals or go to the 7/11 serving butthole in these pants?

Something connected in my mind, correct me if i'm wrong. How did doffy know about the whole water and land destruction thing going on. If it was a celestial dragon secret, then why did his father want them to leave a place that may very well be their family's survival. Just curious 🤔

edit: I gave them too much intelligence, now that I think about it some more. Bless their heart, nevertheless 😪

That smirk will be the end of me

"The D will blow up a storm again"

Indeed, a sugary comfort piece of loving your s/o after their long day

long days with ace

note: old work and NOT rewritten (ie i may edit in the future)

NO BECAUSE I AM SOFT TONIGHT OKAY. Imagine this. Ace coming to bed all tired and grouchy. The day couldn’t have gone worse. He’d woken up late for his own divisions mission. Missed breakfast. It had been raining all day. The mission had taken longer than expected. He’d stubbed his toe. The list could go on forever. The only thing keeping him from snapping was you waiting for him in bed. He hadn’t even been able to wake you up with kisses this morning, only a rushed peck before he was dragged out by Marco. Now, with finally done debriefing everyone, he dragged himself to his room. And the moment he stepped through the door it felt like the weight on his shoulders and the band gripping his chest and the storm hovering over his head disappeared. With the lamp fire still flickering, there you lay, reading a book under the covers. And as soon as you heard the door creak open you looked up and smiled all big and warm, threw aside the book, and opened your arms wide in invitation. He didn’t need to be told twice to catapult himself into your embrace. And once he was finally home, he released the breathe he was holding in all day. For a moment, you both just lay there, basking in each other’s presence. You can tell it’s not been the best day for Ace. So, after a few moments of running your fingers though his hair you start to shift on top of him. He whines loudly in protest and tightens his arms around your waist but let’s you do as you please after you whisper “Gimme a sec baby just wanna pamper you a little Im not going anywhere” into his ear and press a kiss to his freckled cheek. You’re now on top of him and he’s half-heartedly glaring at you for disturbing him. You roll your eyes and get started. You slowly move your hands up and down his body. All the way from his shoulders to his chest to his stomach and back up again. You caress every inch of him like you’re worshipping it. Slowly and softy you take your time. Every scar your fingers glide over you stop and slowly trace. And then move your face down to pepper light and airy kisses over it. You only stop after you have loved ever single bump blemish and scar on his body throughly. You glance up for a moment to check on him and are blessed with the sight of his face in a state of bliss. Dark hair spread across the pillow eyes resting shut and mouth slightly parted. With a hum of approval, you travel up and slowly press a kiss onto an eyelid and then move to do the same to the other. And then you do it again. And again. And again. Then, you gently cradle his face between your hands. When his eyelids start to flutter, you press a kiss to his nose and say “Shhh love just relax let me take care of you okay.” You slowly glide your lips over to the first freckle your eye catches. Slowly you press your lips down and hold them there. After a moment, you move onto the next freckle. And the next. And the next. Your thumbs rub slow circles into his jaw, easing out the worry and stress. And after you’ve trailed your fingers and lips over every inch of his body. Every scar on his shoulder wrist and waist. Every freckle on his face stomach and neck. You press a kiss to his lips, which had been neglected this entire time. You’re caught by surprise when you feel him kissing you back, thinking he had been asleep some time ago. He loops his arms around you again, tighter than before, and buries his face into your hair. He inhales your shampoo and exhales a whispered “Thank you” so low that you almost miss it with how deep he’d burrowed in your head. You respond by pressing your lips to his shoulder briefly and respond a loving “Always.” Ace falls asleep like that. Surrounded by your love. And the reminder that it’s okay to let others take care of him for a change. That he doesn’t need to prove himself to be loved. That he doesn’t necessarily need to give in order for something to be given back every time. That love might just actually be as easy as falling into your reassuring arms and sweet kisses and warm smile. That he deserves to be loved as much as anyone else. 

currently horrified, but also...

the sheer amount of thoughts 🏃‍♀️ thru

Guys... do you remember the Zoro figure? The naked one? Well... they did one with Ace... 😶

Uncensored here

This studio is going way too far than I expected 😂

🎉🎂CORA🍰🎉

Happy birthday Cora boy🥺❤️

Oh, u poor man 💔

Forgot them, and let's dance 💃💐🕺

poor corasan got dolled up for the dance just to end up a wallflower ❤️‍🔥🌸

I am far from immune to his aura.