#.jesterwrites

[jesterwriting]

pairings: trafalgar law x reader

contents: smut, fluff, soft!law, sleepy sex, use of “good girl”

word count: 1.2k words

note: HI THIS IS MY SECRET SANTA GIFT TO MANDIE!! i hope you enjoy it, i wanted to give you soft law moments so here you go. [dribbles this like a basketball and tosses it at you] merry late christmas @mandiemegatron ily and i hope youre doing well >:3

You were warm. From your head to the tips of your toes, you were warm. Law mumbled in his sleep, one hand on the back of your head drawing you closer to his chest where you could feel the rhythm of his heart. You hummed softly, and brushed a lock of dark hair from his forehead. For once, he looked at peace, his expression slack and no longer hard or drawn in concentration.

Like a cat, he snuggled his face closer to your palm. You chuckled, allowing yourself to cup the side of his face and brush your thumb against his stubble. With a small sigh, his eyelids fluttered open.

“Did I wake you?” You asked.

Law hummed, the corners of his lips twitching into a teasing smirk. “You may have.” He placed a gentle kiss on your wrist, right over your pulse. “What do you plan on doing to make it up to me?”

With a giggle, you pulled his face, and his smirk, closer. “What do you have in mind?”

He thought for a moment, exaggerating the gesture with an upward roll of his eyes. You watched the show with your own smile growing by the second. It was the moments like these that you loved, when Law could be playful and loving. It was a stark difference from his usually reserved demeanor, a Law that was only for your eyes to see.

“I can think of a few ways.”

You didn’t let him continue that train of thought. Unable to help it, with those gold, half-lidded eyes and teasing smirk, you pulled him into a kiss. Law’s lips melted against yours, moving in slow, languid motions betraying his sleepiness from earlier. He cupped your cheek and pulled you closer to him, legs tangled together under the covers. Law’s fingers traveled from your cheek to get lost in your hair, and with a light tug, he stole a moan from you. Swallowing the sound, you felt his lips twitch upward. He was proud of himself. It made your heart thunder in anticipation, knowing full well the direction the night was about to take. What had started as innocent would soon turn into a delectable passion you could never deny.

As if on cue, Law flipped you into your back, his body hovering over yours. With great effort, he pried himself from your lips to gaze into your eyes, his own full of affection. “Ready?”

You smiled and gave him a quick peck. “Always, Law.”

A chuckle rumbled in his chest. He was so close, you could feel the vibrations echo through your bones. Those long tattooed fingers that you couldn’t help but admire prodded at your mouth.

“Open.”

You obeyed happily. That earned you another pleased chuckle, a sound you would never grow tired of. Law slipped his digits past your lips into the warm cavern of your mouth. His skin tasted salty as you swirled your tongue around them, eliciting a low groan from your boyfriend.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

You would respond if you weren’t currently preoccupied. With a ‘pop,’ Law removed his fingers from your mouth and trailed them down your exposed stomach, past your navel, and to your waistband. He toyed with the fabric before slipping them into your pants and between your folds, already wet from your earlier makeout session.

“Is kissing you really all it takes,” He asked rhetorically.

You were halfway through a fond roll of your eyes when his fingers slipped inside of you. Biting back a moan, your breath caught in your throat, and he laughed to himself as he drank in your expression. Law curled his fingers. He slowly pumped in and out of your pussy with a wet squelching nose. Fire ignited in your veins, scorching you from the inside out as he found that sweet spot deep inside of you. You let out a moan and pressed your lips to his. Tongue met tongue, Law’s grinding down on yours while he fingered you, hungry for more. When his thumb pressed against your clit, you couldn’t help but cry out.

Before you could fall over the edge, he pulled away. You whined and shifted your hips upwards, only to be met with a laugh. “Someone’s desperate. You can take it, can’t you?”

Desperate your ass. You could see Law’s need straining against his briefs, a wet stain of precum evident on the front of them. He was the one whose will was breaking here, not you. If there was one thing you knew, it was that Law could make you fall apart on his fingers more times than you could count. Not this time though, he needed to feel you around him, tight and wet, pulling him deeper inside of you.

“You’re the one who's desperate,” You countered.

Law only huffed in response. You watched his thumbs hook around the waistband of his briefs. Normally, he would make a show out of shimmying out of them, make you watch the motion of his hips, fabric caught at the base of his dick, begging to spring free. Not this time, though. His underwear was around his ankles before you had time to blink, your own pants not far behind. You fought a pleased grin. Law was acting like a man starved. It made you feel warm that only you could get him in this state.

The head of his cock teased your entrance for only a moment before he was sliding inside of you with a moan. Feeling full, you grinned up at his expression, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration, lips parted ever so slightly as he bottomed out. You reached for him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull his lips to yours. Law kissed you. Not a long drawn out one, but several small ones across every inch of your face. Love made your heart swell, and your stomach tightened with pleasure when Law began to thrust deeper into you.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” He muttered against the shell of your ear. “I can’t take much of this.”

His admission made your cunt pulse, drawing another moan from Law. His forehead met yours, golden eyes gazing into yours with so much love, it made you lightheaded. You moaned as Law’s hips snapped to meet yours, again and again, the rhythm growing more eager with each second that passed. You knew he was close when he got sloppy, and sloppy he became.

He gasped, stealing a kiss from you. “Are you close?”

You nodded and brought his hands up to your breasts. His thumb circled your hardened nipples as your spine tingled against his ministrations.

“Fuck, I can’t-” He slammed into you one final time, his cum painting your insides white. Through the haze of his pleasure, he rubbed your clit until your own irgasm hit you like a truck. You arched your back off the bed and dug your fingers into his back. Law crooned, “That’s it. Just like that.”

It was hard to catch your breath for a moment. You panted heavily, only stopping your heavy breathing to allow Law to pepper your face with kisses. First your jaw, then your cheeks, then the corners or your lips, before he cupped your face and pressed his lips to yours. You fondly smoothed back his hair.

“I love you.”

Law’s eyes softened as he smiled down at you. “I love you too.”

#one piece x reader #law x reader #.jesterwrites

[jestersking]

Minute carefully puts his hand on top of Jumper's hair. It's soft, silky like a fur of a bunny, and he doesn't stop himself from ruffling it gently, causing her to grin and giggle. This sound is soft. It makes his head buzz in an unfamiliar, comforting manner. "I'll you see later, sweetie," Minute breathes out, quietly. He flinches immediately, putting his hand away, yet Jumper still smiles, widely, like nothing happened at all. Either she haven't noticed, or she decided to ignore this embarrassing moment. "Byeee! Thanks again!" her voice is bright, loud. He can hear it through the ringing of his ears as she walks away, waving both of her hands excitedly. Minute waves back. A very familiar someone playfully nudges him on the back, forcing him to shiver and look down where a suprisingly pouty face stares at him. Minute sighs, taking Wemmbu's head a bit more comfortably. "'Sweetie'?" his friend sounds almost jealous, salty, clearly moking him. It causes Minute to get slightly flustered as he rolls his eyes. "'Sweetie'??? Oh, so her you call sweetie? Do I not deserve a pet name too, Brandon?" Minute cringes at himself. It was already pretty humiliating as it is, but hearing Wemmbu's nagging was a bit too much for his messy mind to handle, so he puts his palm over Wemmbu's mouth, forcing the annoying purple head to shut up. "Yes, you do not deserve a pet name. One more word and I'll throw you into the lake." Wemmbu frowns, his body crosses arms on its chest, looking mildly annoyed. Minute snickers a little. Maybe that comforting feeling wasn't… that unfamiliar.

#jesterwrites #shout out to minutetech feeling brotherly love and affection for the first time #and not realizing what the fuck was that #english is not my first language MY ASS #won't stop me from writing minute's ass getting love!!! #sdjsksjldisjidsl minutebech... #also for the context wemmbu's head is detached from his body thats why i refer to different parts of him

[thecourtjester12]

Since I haven't really been sharing when I update this....lil collection of drabbles of my smoons for things (currently only has gender study drabbled)

currently have JDCAU, J-TOL, REDACTED, LOTC, MIW and Polaris of LSAU (Moondrop will be posted soon) and NBCau will be added eventually!

I also have plans for the next topic drabble!

#jesterposts #jesterwrites #fnaf daycare au #jdcau #j-tol #lotc #REDACTED #miw #lsau #gender studies #drabble collection #fnaf dca

[bby-deerling]

ignition (crocodile x reader nsfw)

getting on your knees for the president (of baroque works) ;)

18+, mdni, nsfw, wc: 1.2k masterlist

cw: afab!reader, oral sex (crocodile receiving), messy blowjobs, inappropriate use of crocodiles hook, inappropriate use of a cigar, implied cheating, workplace power imbalance, facefucking, fingering, crocodile is mean

tagging: @eelnoise @kaizokuniichan @jesterwriting @starlightkitten19

The nature of the arrangement you had with Crocodile was unethical to say the least.

As his administrative assistant, you were there to keep him organized, not dig too deep or ask too many questions—instead, more often than not, you found yourself slotted between his legs slobbering on his thick, eight-inch cock.  Drool splatters across the floor from the corners of your mouth as you choke on his length; despite the discomfort of taking all of him down your throat, you remain obedient and on your knees with your legs spread apart.  The curved part of his hook holds you and ensures your head remains in place as he fucks your face with no remorse. 

It’s cruel, the way he treats you, but the way he stares down at you—his dark eyes dripping with lust and need—keeps you wound around his tan and weathered fingers.  You have someone at home, he always has someone new draped around his arm, and yet, no matter how much time passes, he keeps finding home within the warmth of your skin.

His hook twirls, seemingly idly around locks of your hair, gathering your tresses along the metal like a spool of thread; he admires it for the briefest of moments before yanking on it, pulling your head from his throbbing cock with a lewd pop.  The smoke from his freshly lit cigar clouds your vision, leaving you in the dark in regards to his intentions as he urges you to sit up on the desk with his hook.  The way his thick digits crudely prod at your entrance is warm and familiar despite the harshness of his touch.  Crocodile was a large, broad man, and that quality extended to all aspects of him—including his fingers.  He gives you two of them at once and ignores the cries and mewls you let out as he stuffs you; despite your theatrics, he doesn’t give you anything you can’t take, though he does gain satisfaction from stretching you to your limits.

It isn’t long before you’ve regained your senses, needily bucking into each pump of his fingers to suck him in deeper.  You grow quiet, focused on reaching your impending release as you coat his fingers with your slick arousal until he suddenly pulls the rug out from underneath you, withdrawing them completely. 

You sigh in frustration and gaze up at him with pouty lips.  It’s all a familiar song and dance—he teases you and brings you to the brink of orgasm, only to take it all away—a poignant reminder that he holds your entire life in his clutches.  His next move is a variation on a well-loved tune as he takes his cigar out of his mouth.  Your lips part slightly as you prepare for him to place it in your mouth—it wasn’t particularly uncommon for him to force you to mind his cigar and focus on not tipping the ashes onto your chest while he fucked you brutally against his chest; however, he instead moves downward with his hand.

Widened eyes stare at him, silently screaming with surprise; he shoots you a warning look, one that you had seen many times before and learned to obey—despite the uneasiness of not knowing what he was about to do, he wanted you to shut up and take it.

The unlit end of the cigar, the one that he had clutched between his teeth just moments earlier, approaches your needy sex, and he slips it inside of you.  A haze of smoke still billows from the lit end, rising up into the sticky, sex-filled air.  The penetration is strange and foreign at first, but your juices quickly soak the brown paper until it slides effortlessly in and out of you; the cherry of the cigar, warm and red at its core, radiates heat inside of your walls that makes you whine—it’s not quite enough to burn you, but enough to shock you, to put you on edge, and to turn you on with the thrill of something novel.

The shameless display of you whining and drooling over the way the cigar drags along your walls and heats your insides keeps Crocodile entertained for a while, but his patience quickly wears thin, not satisfied with only his own hand to envelop his cock.  He pulls the cigar out of you, strings of your arousal hanging to the tip, and raises it back to his lips.  A low chuckle of satisfaction rumbles from his chest as he tastes your nectar mixed with his tobacco; wide hands pin your thighs against the cold, now dampened wood of his desk.  Finally dripping enough to be prepared for his girth, he slides inside of you, stretching you out bit by bit; there’s a slight burn that rides the line between pain and pleasure.  The sensation only reminds you of the warmth of his cigar and makes your walls twitch around him as he fills you with his length.

His hips snap harshly against yours, but the brutality of his thrusts is undercut by the soft, teasing way he massages your clit.  The dissonance is enough to make heat pool in your cheeks, your whole body radiating warmth as bright as the Alabasta sun; he takes in the soft twitches of your body against his and moves his other hand upward, grasping your breast in his wide hand as he tweaks one of your nipples between two of his tan fingers.

The crash of white-hot waves consumes you whole, leaving you burning for him like a star about to collapse in on itself.  The way your walls pulse around him is too tempting to ignore, and he succumbs to his urge to reach his own high.  Unwilling to pull himself from your warmth, he’s clumsy with withdrawing himself from you, leaving some of his seed inside, some dripping along the side of your thigh, and a few drops find their way on the bottom of your dress.

The way his cum stains the fibers of your slinky silk dress is shameful, though it fills you with a sick sense of pride.  To be cared for by Crocodile, in his own twisted way, is to be marked by him.  Though it may be a risk, a depraved part of your brain considers keeping it that way, as a trophy, as proof that you’re the constant target of his affections and trust.

He lets out a scoff as he takes in your fucked-out state and slides a box of tissues closer to your grasp for you to clean up with.  Once you’re as clean as one can be given the situation, you slip off the desk and pull your dress down and smooth it out, letting out a shaky sigh as you smirk up at him.

“Get back to work.” he grumbles.  With a soft giggle, you reply with his request, scooping the pile of papers you had initially walked into his office to retrieve; though his front is gruff, he can’t help but playfully grab a handful of your ass and pat your shoulder on the way out—it’s a reassurance that some part of him, deep in his cold, dry heart, is attached to you, and that despite the messy, complicated dynamic between you two, there would always be a next time.

#one piece x reader #crocodile x reader #sir crocodile x reader #sir crocodile #x reader #crocodile one piece #one piece smut #one piece fanfiction #one piece scenario #mdni

[grandlinedreams]

| had to write this so bear with me, special thanks to @jesterwriting for cackling abt this w me on discord lmao

[!]: AGELESS AND MINORS DNI.

[Heads up!: brief mention of nsfw activities, an injury, cursing, afab/fem aligned reader ig, marco is so fucking tired]

Ace is insatiable.

His hips rock against yours, unfaltering even for how tightly you're wrapped around him, pupils lust blown as he watches you writhe.

"Feel that good, huh?" His laugh is low and breathless, the press of his lips to your jaw before he reaches, warm palm against your leg as he pushes, aiming to part it further so he can sink deeper ㅡ

Pop.

It's a muted sound, muffled ㅡ and the following cry from your mouth is not one of pleasure, but of pain. Ace freezes above you. "Babe?"

You don't answer, eyes shut and jaw locked against a whimper as agony radiates from your hip into your leg. "My hip," you manage, breath shallow, "what did you just do?"

Ace's heart stutters in his chest. "I don't know, I ㅡ baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

He means it, you know he does, but it's hard to comfort him when you want to pass out from how badly it hurts.

Sliding out of you, Ace still hovers, hands raised hesitantly as he tries to think of what to do. "Marco," he says, "we need to get Marco, he can fix thisㅡ"

"Ace." Even with your face pale and pinched with pain, you manage to glare. "We're both naked right now. Put some clothes on."

He scrambles to find clothes to put on before he moves to help you, expression guilty. "I'm so sorry," he murmurs, kissing your temple. "You can hit me if you want to."

"Not gonna do that," you say, "but you can come up with what we tell Marco as to how this happened."

ㅡ

Marco wakes to the sound of a fist against his door. Not quite banging, but a forceful knock accompanied by a familiar voice that cracks at the end. "Marco, we need your help, this is an emergency."

Knowing Ace, it's either beyond serious or beyond stupid ㅡ and the older man sighs before he sits up. "Alright, I'm up."

Striding towards the door, he opens it to find a teary-eyed Ace, you carefully cradled in his arms. Given the late hour, there are only a handful of things it could be, and Marco sends up a silent hope that it isn't any but one of them as he tries to keel the exasperation out of his tone. "What happened?"

Ace flounders, cheeks pink. "You see, we ㅡ I ㅡ"

You turn towards Marco. "The idiot did something to my hip on accident," you manage, hissing when Ace jostles you by adjusting his grip on you. "Heard it pop, if that helps."

Marco blinks, glances from you to Ace, then sighs. "He probably dislocated your hip. It's an easy fix, and you'll be fine. But I'd suggest less...vigorous activity if it's going to end like this."

It's as close to alluding to knowing exactly what you were up to as you're comfortable with, your own face flush despite everything.

True to his word, it doesn't take Marco long to pop it back into place ㅡ and with a quiet thank-you and plea to not mention this to anyone else, Ace takes you back to your shared room.

"I'm really sorry," he murmurs as he settles down first, pulling you over him and peppering your face with soft kisses. "Hurting you is the last thing I ever wanted to do."

"I know," you soothe, "but you get carried away sometimes, you know?"

Even for the ordeal that you've just been through, Ace still finds it in him to smirk at you, eyes glinting. "Hard not to when you sound so good, babe."

"Don't," you intone, "one sex-related injury is enough to last a lifetime."

"I wasn't gonna do that," he protests, "but we didn't get to finish." He pouts up at you, devious fingers sneaking up your shirt. "You can be on top, you know I like the view either way."

You want to swat at him for his continued antics, but the rough heat in his voice and warmth of his body under yours has want starting to thrum in your veins again.

"Fine," you relent, leaning down to pause against his lips. "But if I ever have to explain anything related to our sex life to Marco again, I'm going to kill you."

#ㅡmine. #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader

[themushroomofdeath]

one piece writers masterlist to keep track of

taking recommendations and updating, always

@grandlinedreams

@eelnoise

@sleepymarimo

@bas-writes

@ninascloset

@aces-sweetheart

@bby-deerling

@sanjisprincesswifey

@portgasdwrld

@bitchimasnake-sss

@gojo-mochi

@madlymiho

@french-unknown

@yourtamaki

@cozage

@vampgloss

@honnelander

@louebel

@nina-ya

@roronoaswifey

@eustasskidagenda

@lunar-whisp

@jesterwriting

@henrioo

@sunshinescribes

@usernameforaboredcat

@revasserium

@dxestyi

@princeoftheeternalbog

@shiningqueen

@stargirldelight

@leakyweep

@kaizokuniichan

@strawheart-pirate

@kaiijo

@thus-spoke-lo

@honeysworld-offanfiction

@puranami

@mandiemegatron

@yoonavii

@writtenbyrina

@demonpiratehuntress

@bowsa-jr

#also if someone doesn't want to have their name here #let me know #always updating

[gingernut1314]

One Piece Reading List (Pt. 1)

I have a tendency to read really good fics that I want to re-read weeks later only to find I can't find them in the void. Soooo I came up with this little reading list solution--kinda like a GoodReads vibe lol. I want to be able to share what I’ve read and be able to show my absolute love for them!! This is part 1 of this little list so there will be a part 2 (mainly cause it isn't letting me add more 😂).

I recommend every last fic on here because they are amazing and they and their authors deserve all the love in the world!!!! 🩷

↞ to One Piece Masterlist | Request Rules | Blog Navigation ↠ Part 2

Buggy: 🤡

Buggy x smuggler!reader @ay0nha

I can't keep crying @galaxycunt

Unlovable @httpwintersoldier

lady marmelade. @httpwintersoldier

Funny Business @constantmourning

Like lighting when I'm Swimming in the Sea @rorywritesjunk

Didn't Mean to Make Your Heart Blue: @wood-white-writer Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Kid Buggy Series: @rorywritesjunk Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6/Epilogue

The Show Must Go On: @empressofmankind Part 1 | Part 2

Mihawk: 🟡👄🟡

The Warlord and the Duchess @dino-fart

Mihawk with his S/O @writingoddess1125

On the Run @constantmourning

Bloodhound @httpwintersoldier

Let Go and Grip Me Tighter @sordidmusings

Crocodile: 🐊

Sandcastle by @sunshinescribes

Croc x Chaotic pairing by @jesterwriting

On My Silent Days, I Miss You Louder @empressofmankind

Shanks: 🍺🧑‍🦰

I want your eyes only on me @luna0713hunter

Jolly Sailor Bold @httpwintersoldier

Net @sinning-23

Confession @hiddndaydreams

Sanji: 🧑‍🍳

Sanji x Vampire!gn!Reader @jesterwriting

bon appétit, baby @httpwintersoldier

"Love Cook" @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction

You're being mean @buckysxgal

Commit to the Bit @writingmysanity

Luffy: 🍖

To Breath Underwater @sinning-23

Usopp: 🤥

Retwist @sinning-23

Zoro: 🗡️🥦 ⚔️

Starless @stray-kaz

Zoro Jealous @undiscovered-horizon

Imagine Your "Zoro's Keeper" @gojo-mochi

Roronoa "I could eat a peach for hours" Zoro @yourtamaki

Nami: 🍊

I kissed a girl. @miloonmetis

Multiple Characters: 🏴‍☠️

What Marriage Life would be like with the Seven Warlord of the Seas by @one-piece-aus

"I feel kinda ugly" ft. Monster Trio! @coffetears

Shake a'lil Ass by @sinning-23

Supa Freak @sinning-23

Blowing Bubbles, Blowing ZAZA @sinning-23

Zoro and Sanji have their eye on the same girl @undiscovered-horizon

One piece kisses - Monster trio @indydonuts

Bickering in Love ft. the Monster trio @indydonuts

What they might call their fem s/o @one-piece-fluff-hell

How they lost their virginity @writingoddess1125

Shanks and Mihawk...share @thus-spoke-lo

Masterlists:

Fanaticsnail's Masterlist @fanaticsnail

One piece headcanons masterlist & One piece Masterlist @httpwintersoldier

The Curious Courtship of Buggy the Clown Masterpost @sporadicthingcollection

Clipped Wings @honeybeezgobzzzzz

Something Dread, Something Red @honeybeezgobzzzzz

Sordidmusing's Masterlist @sordidmusings

#I love you alllll #I enjoyed every last fic on here greatllyyyy #and will be re-reading them for years to come #one piece #one piece live action #fic rec #divider by saradika graphics

[belzrgr]

Make a silly little guy | picrew link

Tagging @yourboyhack @belphieslilcow @amberheavendremurr @jesterwriting @kikouku anyone who wants to join in

#Tag game #Picrew

[henrioo]

Yes their writing is really good. You know any male reader blogs?

Oh yeah, now I have a long list with more authors for male readers

Here here

They are my favorites ones

@marimology

@snailpaste

@thepepsislvt

@getyourdirtyhandsoffme

@hopefuldeceit

@sanjisboyfie

@soaln

@asuyaka

@gatorbites-imagines

@sunny-mercya

@cherrryxx

@jesterwriting

The list is bigger now

But I probably forgot a lot of others authors because I following almost 500 people and is hard as fuck remember about each author

I have to clean my following blogs but I'm lazy

Those are blogs that are already writing and I have read and liked, there's others that don't write yet so I didn't put here

#henri talk

[miloonepiece]

i’m falling into the law simp rabbit hole

@bby-deerling @jesterwriting @kikouku

i blame you

[jesterwriting]

Hi Jester!! Hope you’re having a good day 💞 I absolutely love your work !! Your writings style and how you write the op boys.. my heart 🫶

If you’re taking requests, is it okay to ask a confession scenario from Law and Sanji, to a reader who’s never been in a relationship before?? They kinda freak out, after hearing the boys like them, only cuz they like them back but don’t wanna mess up?

Wishing you a good day- and thank you!! Stay awesome <3

pairing: sanji x reader & law x reader (separate)

contents: fluff, idiots in love, confessions, humor, nonbinary reader in sanji’s, gender neutral reader in law’s, reader is short in laws, everyone in this is so stupid, did i say idiots in love yet

word count: 2.4k words

note: AWWW HI im so glad you like my stuff hehe. okay so i got WHOLLY carried away with this request. like totally got carried away, though, i had an absolute blast writing this and hope you enjoy it too<33 idiots in love is my absolute favorite trope if you couldn't tell.

playlist: moscow - autoheart

Black Leg Sanji

It wasn’t obvious at first.

Sanji treated you the same as anyone else, always feeding you when you were hungry or offering a pleasant word when you shared the same space together. Sure, he didn’t fawn over you like he did the ladies, and he certainly didn’t treat you as roughly as he did Zoro, but the two of you had your own rapport. Sanji was nice to you, you were nice to him. That was all there was to it. While it was no secret — at least not to the observant eyes of Nami and Robin — that you wanted a little bit more from the flirtatious cook, you were happy with what you got. There was no reason to ruin a good thing with childish feelings, especially not when you were so inexperienced with them.

What you had was fine. It was good even, you supposed.

That was until Sanji started treating you differently.

It happened almost overnight. The camaraderie you shared with him grew into something entirely new. You weren’t sure what to do about it. When you woke up that fateful morning, Sanji seemed distant, though he wouldn’t stop staring at you with the most bewildered expression you had ever seen. Instead of setting a plate down in front of Nami or Robin first, he placed a breakfast platter right under your nose, a rosy blush staining his cheeks. The final nail in the coffin was the shaky compliment you got from him as you left the room.

“You look positively ravishing today, Y/N.”

You froze in place, fingers curled around the doorknob. When you turned, Sanji blinked at you a few times, lips parted as if he wasn’t sure as to what he said. Seconds passed — though it felt more like years — of the two of you staring at one another. Ashes dribbled from Sanji’s cigarette onto the floor. You shuffled your feet. It was completely silent, save for the sound of your heart thundering in your chest.

“Thanks,” You finally said.

With that, you slipped out the door, unable to stand the tension a moment longer. Something squirmed in your chest, and an anxious tang in the back of your throat made you want to throw yourself overboard. It was one compliment, it didn’t mean anything, you told yourself.

You weren’t sure what scared you more. The idea that it meant nothing, or the idea that Sanji might like you the same way you liked him. Either way, you couldn’t stop trembling. You hoped that whatever this was would work itself out on its own without your intervention.

Spoiler alert: it didn’t.

In fact, it got worse.

Sanji hovered around you more often, going from occasionally asking if you needed anything from him, to asking every twenty minutes. While he didn’t stop doting on Nami and Robin, he found himself too preoccupied with watching you to remember to refill their drinks on time.

Worst of all, Sanji wouldn’t stop complimenting you. They were far clumsier than the usually smooth flirtations that rolled off his tongue, but they were more than enough to get under your skin and into your heart. You didn’t miss that unmistakable glitter of pride in his blue eyes whenever you blushed under his flattery.

What you wouldn’t give for everything to go back to normal. When you realized you harbored a little crush on Sanji, you never expected it to be reciprocated. Now that it was, you weren’t sure what to do. You had never been in a relationship before, and with your luck, you’d end up screwing everything up.

You flushed when you felt his eyes on you, trailing from the top of your head to your feet. Gentle footfalls approached you, and you braced for an inevitably awkward interaction that you would replay in your head for hours after it was done.

“Hello, my sweet—” Over the past few days, Sanji had gotten more confident with the pet names, much to your chagrin — “Care for a refill.”

“If you can make it alcoholic,” You replied, staring pointedly at the ocean. If you looked at his ridiculously handsome face right now, you’d crumble to dust.

“Anything for someone as lovely as you.” You could practically hear his dumb smile on his dumb lips that you wanted to kiss stupid. Frowning, you fidgeted with your fingers.

You heard Sanji tip the pitcher as ice clinked together, filling your glass. The smell of sea salt filled your nostrils. There were words bubbling in your chest and up your throat, threatening to spew forth and coat the deck with bile. You bit your lip to keep that from happening.

“For you.” Sanji handed you the glass, and his fingers brushed against your own. They were warm, the skin was soft and well maintained. As always, you wondered what they’d feel like cupping your face, Sanji’s lips against your own.

You couldn’t keep it in any longer.

“Do you have a crush on me or something?”

Sanji’s mouth fell open. Before he could speak, you bulldozed right over him. “It’s okay if you do, I don’t really care, I’m just curious. I mean, maybe I would care because I’ve had a bit of a crush on you since forever. But that’s stupid. I’m stupid. I need to stop talking right now. Why can’t I stop talking?”

“You’re not stupid,” Was the first thing that Sanji said, surprisingly stern for how red he was. Followed by an almost incredulous, “You like me?”

“That’s what I should be saying” You cried. “You’re not supposed to like me back. I have no idea what I’m doing.”

He stared at you for a moment before reaching to remove his cigarette from his mouth and dangle it between two fingers. “You’re in love with me?”

“Well, that’s a really serious way to put it, but yeah. Sure. Whatever. I’m in love with you. There! I said it.” You let out a manic cackle. Your face felt so hot, like you were about to burst into flames any second. “I’ve never been in a relationship. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Sanji grabbed you by the shoulders, his expression serious. “I don’t know what I’m doing either. We can figure it out together. If you’ll have me, of course.”

Your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug. “Okay. Together then.”

“Together, my sweet.” He said, so suave as if steam wasn’t coming off of him from how hard he was blushing.

Not that you were much better.

Trafalgar Law

You hadn’t meant to overhear. Really, you didn’t. You were passing by the engine room, arms full of supplies you were supposed to deliver to the team, when you overheard your name. Maybe it was nosy of you to start eavesdropping, but anyone would if they were in your position. Once you heard Shachi and Penguin say your name, you stuck around to see what gossip had been floating around on the Polar Tang about you. It was a fact of life, one you refused to be held accountable for.

What you didn’t expect was to find out the captain had a crush. That in of itself sounded wholly ridiculous, and at first, nearly tore your heart in half. You had been harboring feelings for Law for a long time now, none of which you were confident enough to act on. Part of the reason you never confessed was because you had hoped he was too damned awkward to have a crush on anyone else in the first place. The other part was because you were inexperienced. Love was not something that came easy to you. It was messy, rough, and altogether stressful, none of which you wanted to deal with.

What really got you though, was the fact that out of everyone in the entire world, the infamous captain of the Heart Pirates had feelings for you.

You really, really hadn’t meant to overhear.

With your heart beating out of your chest, you shuffled past the engine room and delivered your supplies, wishing you were anywhere but here. This was bad. Law had been avoiding you for weeks, and now, you knew why. At first, you worried you had gotten on his nerves enough that he was finally sick of you. You enjoyed talking to him, even discounting your little crush. Whenever Law had a free moment, you found yourself by his side, chattering away over whatever had caught your fancy. He was a good listener, chiming in with a smirk every so often to show that he was paying attention. Recently, however, Law had started to dip into adjourning halls when he saw you coming, or take his meals in his office rather than sit with you in the mess.

It would almost be easier if he hated you. Then you wouldn’t be sweating profusely in your boiler suit, scared that Law would show up around every turn. How could you look him in the eye knowing that your feelings for him were reciprocated? All you knew is you were thankful he was avoiding you. It made staying as far away from him as possible much, much easier.

You were confident you were doing a good job getting your tasks done without running into the captain until you, quite literally, ran into him. The top of your head knocked directly into his chin, sending you sprawling on the floor and making Law frown. A frown that deepened when he saw you.

Still, he helped you to your feet.

“Watch where you’re going, Y/N-ya.”

“Right, sorry. Bye,” You said, skirting past him.

Law didn’t let you get far before his hand shot out to grab your wrist. His brows were furrowed, and you tried not to think about the glimmer of disappointment in his eyes. “That’s it?”

“What?”

“You’re usually always talking,” He said.

You removed your arm from Law’s grasp. He let go easily, thank goodness, you were fully prepared to wrestle him to get out of this conversation if you needed to. “I just don’t feel very chatty right now. Bye.”

With that, you turned on your heel and marched down the hall. It was quiet for a moment, only the sound of your footsteps resounding against the walls of the Polar Tang. It wasn't until a second, much heavier pair joined you did you start to pick up the pace. To which Law responded to by matching your speed, easily gaining on you. His strides were longer than yours. Two of your steps equaled one of his. At this rate, it would only be a matter of time before he caught you, and then where would you be?

So you started running.

Law faltered for a second before he joined, boots like thunder against the floor. Instinctively, you ducked around the first corner, hoping to lose him, before your stomach flipped and you, once again, ran directly into your captain.

That asshole. He shambles’ed you.

“Why were you running from me?” If he was hurt, he hid it well through an entirely unamused mask. You swallowed hard, shuffling your feet slightly under his gaze.

“I had the runs.”

Law gave you an unimpressed look. “No you didn’t. Now tell the truth. Why did you run from me?”

“Uh.”

You were really in it now. If the universe had any amount of love for you, there would be an emergency happening in about five seconds from now that would demand Law’s attention. But, of course, nothing happened. You were trapped.

“Uh,” Law repeated, his usual smirk worming its way onto his face. It wasn’t until then that you realized just how close to him you were, nose mere inches away from his chest. Your cheeks blazed.

Taking a couple steps back, you fidgeted with your fingers. “It’s none of your business.”

“It is my business when one of my crewmates runs from me,” Law countered.

He had you there. You weren’t sure how to get out of this, or even if you could get out of this. This was it. D-Day. Your tongue felt too big for your mouth, the pink muscle flailing uselessly. It was hard to breathe as your heart pounded furiously enough to make you feel lightheaded. Finally, after a full minute of silence, you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Ireallydidn’tmeantobutIoverheardShachiandPenguinsayyouhadacrushonme.”

As he processed your words, all of Law’s confidence leaked away, the tips of his ears turning bright pink, confirming what you already knew. His pupils darted to your face in search of something.

“What did you think?” Law licked his dry lips and tried again. “What did you think when you heard that?”

“I don’t know because I’ve had the biggest crush on you since we met!” There. You said it. That wasn’t so bad. “I didn’t know what to do, so I was avoiding you.”

Tugging on the brim of his hat to cover his face, Law asked, “So what do you want to do now?”

“Didn’t you hear me? I don’t know! I’ve never been in a relationship before, how am I supposed to know these things?”

“I haven’t either,” He confessed.

You let your forehead knock against his chest. A chuckle rumbled against you as Law brought his hand up to cup the back of your head. His touch was delicate, barely there at all. You couldn’t help but lean into him. “That doesn’t help at all.”

“Get some dinner,” He said. “We can eat in my office together and talk about it more then. No more running.”

“Says the guy who avoided me for three weeks.”

Law only let out a huff while you laughed.

#one piece x reader #sanji x reader #trafalgar law x reader #sanji x you #trafalgar law x you #sanji x yn #trafalgar law x yn #one piece imagines #one piece scenarios #.jesterwrites

[jestersking]

it hurts. it always did. not his nails dig into not his skin and not his bones, if only they were a part of his existence.

the meat burns, aches, itches to the point where blood that shouldn't be there appears. he ignores it, always. the body, while not his, is why he lives, why he’s allowed to breathe and why he still thinks. the pain, despite being overwhelming, overarching, overbearing, is his. 

it’s the only part he owns. it’s the only part he’s allowed to be proud of. he isn’t, but he keeps chanting in the voice that doesn't belong to him, that being alive means being in despair. he’ll wear that despair on his neck like wonderful pieces of jewelry he stole. 

they’re long gone and dead and ghosts don’t exist (except for him. he could probably count as one, not-his body intertwined with those who were tortured) and yet he almost feels them wiggling, like worms. We’re rotten, they say. Our meat is nothing but a feed for maggots and bugs and flies, they say. Replace us, they beg.

and he does, like always, stuffing the insides of what barely can count as his shell. no matter how much he feasts, they will always plead to let them go. he wishes he could, he really does. at least they taste good. or so the parts that can taste say. this mouth is not his. these mouths are not his. 

he remembers the question. if every part of you is replaced, is it even you? was it ever him? he wishes someone would hold the answer to him. the faint chime of weird, sponge-y, cold substance almost feels like they have one. he doesn’t ask, because it would be stupid, and places it inside their mouth with eyes glued to him. “Gross,” he knows they think. and he shrugs, as if it ever mattered. 

it at least makes their voices calm down, leaving only real parts of him to exist. it’s a weird feeling to know that the real him is nothing but a sensation that they experience compressed in one coat. he wonders if the eyes before him know what they are. he’s not sure why he keeps thinking about them. why they, as a collective, find eyes amusing. 

But oh well. The water around them is warm, the air is rotten, the clothes pressed against them feel like torture. And it hurts. Again. 

#jesterwrites #shout out to c!grave gotta be one of my favorite genders #there should be a tw put here but for the love of me i cant put my finger on what exactly #errmmm anyway awkward imagine writing stuff about your ocs haha couldnt be me

[thecourtjester12]

Another sensory writing request!

Making and playing with slime with Sun!

#jesterposts #jesterwrites #dca fandom

[cebwrites]

chibi comms for @jesterwriting!! tsym bro >:DD

#cebdraws #chibi commission #chibi art #chibi comms #art commisions #comms open

[mandiemegatron]

@kaizokuniichan tagged me to do this game where you shuffle your “on repeat” spotify playlist and list the first 10 songs !

New post bc it was super long 😭😭

Tagging ; @buggyandthebartoclub, @moss-woods , @strawheart-pirate , @jesterwriting , @honeysworld-offanfiction , @eelnois

#; tag game #I CAN ONLY TAG SO MANY PPL ON MOBILE I HATE IT IM SO SORRY #if you see this and want to do it #feel free to rb !!! #ok to rb #dash games #free to do

[wastelandsghoul]

10 Fandoms / 10 characters / 10 tags! Tagged by the lovely @buggyandthebartoclub 💖💖💖 again, more than 10 characters oops

1. One Piece ㅡ Law (duh), Ace

2. Fruits Basket ㅡ Hatori

3. No.6 ㅡ Nezumi, Shion

4. Fullmetal Alchemist ㅡ (Greed)Ling

5. Demon Slayer ㅡ Rengoku

6. Vanitas no Carte ㅡ Vanitas

7. Yami no Matsuei (long time ago, shhh) ㅡ Hisoka

8. Naruto ㅡ Kakashi

9. Trinity Blood ㅡ Ion

10. Batman ㅡ Jason Todd

Tagging ㅡ @santouryuu, @shadowleaf10, @eelnois, @sleepymarimo, @louebel, @jesterwriting, @kaizokuniichan, @dimpledsatan-main, uhhh and anyone else who'd like to do this!!

#.tag games #.txt