#oops 😅

[karioke13]

Bumblebee: *does anything*

Me asf:

[sanaserena]

Doffy stretched out a wrist.  “Why don’t you try it?”

You stared at him.  “Are you serious?”  He was suggesting you test seastone on him; he who had devil fruit powers.

The grin on his mouth never once wavered.  “Do I have any reason not to be?”  With that smile, Doffy was always almost serious.

You wound the loose cuff around your finger. “You will be at my mercy.”

“Is that right?”  The corner of his mouth tilted up a fraction higher.  “And what will you do, hmm?”

The bracelet slipped around your hand, heavy against your wrist.  Heavier than your last pair of cuffs.  Your hand wrapped around his, and the cuff slid onto his wrist.

The effect was immediate.  The moment it touched Doffy’s skin, his hand tensed in yours.  Disgust touched his grin as he lost connection with his devil fruit. 

You pushed the cuff to his forearm where you felt the band stretch.

“It has a locking mechanism, or so I’m told,” he said.  “Twist the top half and it will snap the cuff into place. General rule is to do it quickly.”

It took you a few fumbles before you realised what it meant to twist the top half.  The moment you did, the cuff clicked several times and became rigid under your hand, constricting and tightening around Doffy’s forearm. 

Doffy grunted.  “Tight.”

It might be only one cuff.  But the sight of Doffy with even just one arm wrapped in a gilded seastone cuff with a bleeding heart insignia in the centre was appealing.

You slid your hand along his arm, far too aware of the veins that were popping with Doffy’s arm tensed the way it was.

“How does it feel?” you asked, resting your other hand between his legs. 

He flexed his hand.  “Interesting.”  You were sure it was.  It wasn’t often—perhaps never—that someone managed to cuff Doffy in seastone.

“Interesting.”  You leaned in close, the movement catching his attention. 

Suddenly he was no longer focussed on the cuff around his forearm, but on you.  And the way your lips brushed his.  His mouth parted to capture yours in a deeper kiss.

“I take it you like the gift,” he said when you pulled back. 

“I do.” You braced your hands on either side of him and tilted your chin up to look at him.  “I’d like to thank you.  Any preference for your entertainment, Your Majesty?”

Doffy hummed, cupping your face with his hands, and pressing a hard kiss to your lips.  “What do you have in mind?”

You smiled and slipped your head out of his hands.  Catching a hand, you guided him off the table and onto the chair.  He dropped down with his legs spread and you pressed a hand to his stomach. 

“Relax,” you told him, though Doffy was never someone who had to be told twice. 

He leaned back, resting his hands on his thighs.  His face was calm, expecting. 

Your hand slid down his abdomen. “I would strip, but the bandage on my back isn’t very sexy.”

“That’s a shame.”

You kissed him again.  A brief kiss that filled the room.  Your hands smoothed down his chest as you captured his lips in another slow kiss.  Doffy didn’t move his hands.  But his tongue met yours as your next kiss went deeper.

You tugged on the buckle of his pants; it snapped undone.  Doffy was accommodating, lifting his up slightly to allow you to drag them down. 

Breaking away from the kiss, you breathed, “I really, really, really hate your pants.”

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‘Doffy and reader have a chat’ scene of my ongoing canon (intended) compliant fic, Doffy’s Whore, over on AO3 (Doflamingo X reader and Rosinante X reader pairing; Aokiji X reader endgame - the relationships are a little complicated, see AO3 notes, mind the warnings.)

[ksbbb]

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @hemlocksandfoxgloves

Paint the Town Red🩸

“He’s angry. Has a bit of a temper.” Nolan comments, trying to sound helpful and giving as much insight as he can.

“He’s a werewolf though?” Theo sounds so damn ridiculous. He has to ask but he hates appearing like he’s clueless.

“He wasn’t a werewolf then. I can only imagine he’s a new type of monster.” Mason retorts, the pain in his eyes evident, and——-ah. There it is.

Mason misses his little childhood friend.

“He’s quite an interesting guy.” Theo smirks, happy to be gaining some progress with them and loving the details they’re divulging.

“I don’t know what you’re planning, but save it. You’ll only be beaten by Scott again.” Mason ruefully smiles, and he slams the door, locking it behind him.

Theo’s not planning anything this time. He’s bored and he needs the leg up to get some quiet. Even with nothing planned, he’s still always watching his back, fearing the worst, and waiting to be sent back to hell.

It’s fine. Not really, but maybe it never was, because when he turns to head back to his truck, Liam’s in it. He’s staring back at him and calmly licking his lips.

Tagging @wolfboy88 @thiamsxbitch @mmoosen @maplesyrizzup @honestlydarkprincess @theoceanismyinkwell @chasing-chimeras

[readingismyhobby24]

Part number I-have-no-idea on Faith's Injuries!

Yeah so remember how I cut my finger on cardboard the other day? Well today, I cut it on a plastic cup lid...

[ghostinthegallery]

By the way, do you have any hot takes on the Primarchs?

Hmmm, I think mine are mostly the standard ones. Although I do think the loyalist Primarchs need to be the unambiguous villain in books. They are usually the "morally grey" protagonists (or protagonist's daddies) so I think this leads to the (mis)interpretation of them as the "lesser evil". Show me an exodite world fighting against Guilliman or some Tau dealing with Lion. They are bad guys let them be The Bad Guys

[izzymarksthespot]

Hey, uh, so do you guys remember the soulmate au idea I mentioned a while ago (here's the original post)?

Soooo... I wrote it? 😅

Enjoy my blood, sweat and tears, this has been a pain to write actually (mostly cause my brain has already went ahead and created stuff for the possible future chapters).

Be gentle with me, it's been 10 years since I've written and/or posted anything 🙏

[toxic420tak]

[burnt-to-cynders]

Omg I forgot my first weekly offering to @lilithtransrights

I hope a thighday pic instead of thigh Thursdays is acceptable!

[animeyanderelover]

So, I’ve recently started writing on a Yandere Toji story since he was voted for during the poll. I originally intended to only make a long one-shot before my brain started working all of a sudden. Now over 5k words later, I have a whole backstory planned out for the (y/n) in this story, I have created two own characters who also have their own backstory and I have the whole plot planned out. A story with multiple parts it is. And I am still in the darn introduction part of the story!!

[houseofpurplestars]

I bring a sort of "the elephant in the room is the most interesting topic" vibe to social spaces that people don't really like

[sanaserena]

Vice Admiral Aokiji.

Why was he here?

You remembered your last encounter with him over a month ago.  And what you had demanded of Castelle. 

Your hand found the bandage around your waist, tied under the nightdress.  In truth, even as you sat here, pumped full of painkillers and medicines that you knew not what, your arms trembled with weakness.

But you were awake because no matter what, this was enemy territory until proven otherwise.  And regardless of your state, you would ultimately have to make a choice.  Leave or stay. 

Habit had told you that it wasn’t good to startle a sleeping dragon. Who knew how they might react? Doffy for one, did not take it lightly.  Yet, you reached forward and poked Aokiji’s foot.  It was all you could reach. 

The foot twitched so you poked again—only to be startled by his deep voice.  “Stop that, please.”

You looked at him and found that he was watching you, his head propped up on a hand.  A frown pinched his brows together as his eyes swept over you.

“Where am I?” Your voice was hoarser than you expected.

“Gimby’s place.” As if that answered everything.

“Who is Gimby?”

Aokiji sat up.  “The doctor who lives here,” he said, resting his elbow on his knee, and his head on his hand.  He pinned you with an inscrutable gaze that prickled at the hair behind your neck.  “He wasn’t too happy I moved you. But at least he was pleased I left the splinter in—”

“Are you an idiot?” you demanded breathlessly, just a little boggled by the words that he was saying.  No wonder you had passed out that second time.  The memory of pain you’d felt burned in your mind.

He stopped talking and looked at you, with a blank expression. Yet there was a hint of something indescribable writ on his face that might have confused with a need to not have to explain anything to you, let alone anyone.

You weren’t sure if it was because you had barely any energy to continue sitting up or because this was not Castelle’s, but neither of you seemed to be pretending.  Or at least, right now, you weren’t.

“Why did you help me?” you scowled.

He tilted his head. “Why wouldn’t I help a pretty lady?”

You stared at him, incomprehensibly.  “I may not have a mirror at the moment,” you said bitterly, “but right now, there’s nothing pretty about me.”  You hadn’t bathed in days.

This was the moment for him to say something.  Ask the most obvious question.  Such as why were you covered in blood?  Whose blood was it?

He didn’t. 

“You were lying half dead on the beach.  It would be below human morals to leave you to die.”

Somehow that felt like a lie.  You pushed yourself out of the covers a moment later. “I have to go.”

Urgency forced you to the edge of the bed, even as logic was telling you sharply that this was a terrible idea. 

The moment you slipped off the bed to stand on your feet, your legs collapsed under you.  It was just a little humiliating that you end up in a heap of legs in the lap of this vice admiral.  His hand caught your arm, steadying you with a firm grip.

“Gimby says to rest first. Your wounds need care.”

You pushed yourself to your feet, shaking off his hand while grabbing the table for support, and glimpsed your Michelozini pistols and your halberd on the table.  Muted throbbing from who knew which part of your body had you clenching your jaw.   

“I can rest when I’m out of here.”

The last conversation you had with Vice Admiral Aokiji rang in your head.  He had suspected.  And here you were, alone, far away from the ship you’d been on, far away from Castelle’s.

“You can barely walk,” he said.

You reached for your father’s pistols.  “I can walk fine.”

A hand closed around your wrist, and he was there, behind you.  You felt his presence, a solid wall, as he spoke his next words, far too close to your ear.

“I can’t let you go.”

“And why not?” You cocked the hammer of the Michelozini.  It was a little stiffer than you liked.

“Because,” he said, his breaths cool against the back of your neck, “you’re a pirate,” his hand found your hip where the bandage sat, over a wound that hadn’t completely destroyed your Donquixote tattoo, “of the Donquixote Pirates.”  

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‘Aokiji and reader have a chat’ scene of my ongoing canon (intended) compliant fic, Doffy’s Whore, over on AO3 (Doflamingo X reader and Rosinante X reader pairing; Aokiji X reader endgame - the relationships are a little complicated, see AO3 notes, mind the warnings.)

[ccteacup]

That poor girl just fell over and lend her face on the ground (whoops😅)

[ask-keith-kogane]

OOC ask where exactly this Keith is on the shows timeline?

tbh I don't know ✋️😭

His age is BEFORE the 3 year trip with his mother (18 I think???? Idk that's what it says on the wiki)

But he already met his mom ig?? (One of the posts) Idk it's a whole mix that I CLEARLY didn't think through when making this ask me 😅

If you want to ask questions in a later timeline idc because I have done some from like a season 2-3 timelines up to maybe season 6??

This man is just going back in forth I'm sorry 🖐😞

I should really figure this out

[goblinontour]

i'm a footjob defender.

good. maybe i’ll write about him sucking on toes next time.

[tonguetyd]

Send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃💛

THE TRAIN IS A PUMPKIN AND THE PUMPKIN IS A TRAIN CHOO CHOOOOOOO

[incorrect-thuggory-quotes]

Thuggory, confused: My ship's SINKING?! Why does my ship have a giant hole in it!? I JUST HAD IT FIXED!!!

........

(In honor of Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day, Thuggory's ship must be sacrificed. RIP SS Slogger. (Sorry, Thuggory, I'll buy you a new one.) 💀😔🙏🏻)