#JesterWrites

[alcinaslittlemaid]

Naughty Little Lamb~

Pennywise 2017xFem!reader

•Warnings: Smutty smut, degradation, spanking (a lot), angry sex.. and much much more, Mild DD/LG (tiny bit) uses of pet names

(I’m not great at writing buts it’s the red hour 😳🌶️)

Come join the clown~

🎪🎈🤡

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The hour was very late, you had struggled to get to sleep and Pennywise had gone out hunting. You felt a familiar throbbing in your underwear, by god you were missing him so much, your hand slipped down between your silky thighs and coating your fingers were your own sinuous juices.

You smirked and began pleasuring yourself, grabbing your vibrator imagining penny’s long slippery tongue slurping your insides out, your toes began to curl as you bucked your hips in submission, your mind travelling further, now imagining how smaller tentacles would slither out, gripping your thighs to keep you in place, long slimy tentacles restricting your movement, as his long, hard alien-like tentacle is forcible pushed into your tight hole, the ridges of his length hitting your clit as he completely ruins you.

Trying to get his entire length inside your tight, little cunt, you were getting close, finally going to be rid of your need for him (until tomorrow that is) you were almost riding your vibrator with pleasure

“Dooonnnt youuuu Dareeee~” that taunting voice in your head rang out like a bell you had recognised all too well

“Fuck…” you whined “Watch your mouth little slut” the voice growled, it’s raspy voice grunted in your ear as you slowly peeked up at the darkened side of your room, there…two golden orbs stared back at you, dark red circles rimmed it’s golden stare

“Oh my~ look at the filthy mess you’ve made, you dirty little slut” pennywise barked, stepping towards you “my! Dirty little sewer slut” he grinned before sitting down

“Come” he snapped patting his lap “But you said I couldn’t-“ you attempted a joke, but the state he gave you was stern, cold and deadly

“I said…COME!” He snapped, before dragging you roughly over his knee, your ass now presented to him like his next meal on a silver platter “Ah! Ow your hurting me! Penny what the fu-“ you were soon cut off by his to clawed fingers “Good little girls should be seen and not heard” his fingers were almost in your throat, you hadn’t a clue what was happening.

“You’ve been such a naughty, filthy little lamb Y/N” he teased before hiking your skirt up higher, his tentacles keeping you tightly in place as his hand slowly lifted behind your rear

“Now, we’re gonna play a little game~” he began, you shook your head at his silly games, but he was having none of it

“your gonna count every time I spank that little ass” he continued “and if you mess up or miss a number, they’re gonna restart and be even harsher…got it?” He hissed, you squealed and tried to squirm out of his grasp

“Ohhhh you wanna play hide and seek? Okay! If hide and I don’t find you in under 2 minutes I won’t punish you! We can doooo whatever you want~” he had crossed his fingers behind his back while saying that. You nodded and took off running, trying to find a hiding place he hasn’t seen yet, meanwhile the clown began to the countdown to your demise

“1…..2……3”

“Shit” you winced

“4…..5….6”

“Fuck fuck fuck!”

“7……8….9…”

You finally found a spot, sliding into it and shutting the door behind you ever so silently, you sunk beneath the piles of sheets and bedding

“10! Ready or not little bunny! Mr wolf is coming to find you hahahah” He cackled maniacally and began searching for you, his boots thudding against the ground in desperation. This was horrifying, he could do anything to you…you could hear doors opening and the disappointed sigh when you weren’t there “Oh my little lamb you are clever..” He then opened the door to your linen cupboard “but not clever enough- oh! Oh fuck where on earth is that little girl?” He slammed the door shut and began walking away…or so you thought

As soon as you heard a door downstairs creak open, you poked your head out and began sneaking back to your bedroom thinking you had won.

You were suddenly pinned to the ground by his clawed glove “You! You are so gullible…you think I couldn’t smell that throbbing, aching slit? Hahaha oh little one, you fell for the oldest trick in the book! You are a fly in my spider web” he giggled maniacally in pure pleasure, before dragging you back to the bedroom, a thread of drool trailing behind and a sinful, sadistic look in his eye.

@sootrootdoot

@pennywise-fucker

End of part 1🎈

Lemme know what y’all think and I’ll write the next part!!

[jestersking]

chiffon and whatever the fuck they had going on in nations is SUCH an interesting dynamic and i wanna ramble about it for a little bit the power imbalance is insane but in a good way. chief is- chief was just a guy. he was just some guy who ran into some troubles with a god multiple times because he's an idiot, but he's an idiot with a big heart who (usually) doesn't mean no harm. he was an idiot who wanted to be in the position of power, yet was too scared and too weak to say anything. and clown was basically everything he ever wanted to be. a powerful leader everyone appreciated and those who didn't feared him. yet clown wasn't far away from his people either and some could consider him... kind, in a way. clown was THE king of the nations, it was obvious from the start. and yet, somehow, the king found the peasant amusing. chief fucking died in the first big battle and that should've been the end to his story. he died like he lived: a loser that tried to run but inevitably lost. but clown revived him for... no apparent reason, really. they had previous interactions, sure, they both were there when cujo died and chief begged him for help in that fight against jjkay- but that wasnt really much, was it? chief's revival was so unexpected and confusing that even gods didn't understand it. clown tried to defend himself that it was purely a tactical choice, but really, there wasn't anything tactical about it. chief isn't the smartest or the strongest pea in the pot. so why? the only conclusion the gods could find was love. maybe it wasn't the right conclusion, but there was definitely some sort of attraction. curiosity, maybe. their marriage was forced, uncalled for, even cruel in some ways. both of them were against it at first, but when the time came to it, chief nor clown were particularly disgusted by it. it was confusing, of course, but fun in it's own, fucked up way. clown totally had people closer to him than chief (and fantst for that matter) but who he brought to the final fight with woogie? hey, its our chief guy! and that other aquatic loser. from some pathetic little guy who was running around doing god knows what god knows where he became an apprentice in clown's victory. maybe they were the two last standing people after fantst's murder, i don't know. its just... fascinating to me how clown just ADORES complete losers. first branzy, then chief. he totally has a type.

[thecourtjester12]

LSAU chapter!

First 'proper' chapter of the story, with a few cw's needed this time! It's FNAF so a few are expected, this isn't a soft story after all! ^-^

(And another small friend's cameo this time being @antfarmingantfarms you get to be in this chap :DD)

[thecourtjester12]

Aight, completely ignoring the fact I'm supposed to be writing a silly Christmas oneshot rn (and ignore the multiple angst prompts running around my head atm) I saw this and it would not leave my head

Sooo...Might as well just try my hand at a lil oneshot of that!

Here ya go! :3

Talking through Glass

Characters: Sun (DCA), Moon (DCA)

Warnings: Angst, no comfort.

Word count: 521 words

Summary: What if Sun and Moon were separate AI's, but only one of them was sentient? Sun used to talk to Moon a lot more, they don't understand why they stopped. Inspired by @barksketch prompt suggestion!

”Hey, Hey Moon! What do you think of this? I drew us!“ Sun chirpily asks into their headspace as the children all work on their own drawings as well.

Moon gives a hum. ”You did, the children seem to be enjoying themselves. But it is almost naptime, children must sleep. You should start getting them ready to nap.“

Sun's rays retract as he slumps.

”O-of course…right…naptime's soon, I'll do that, yes…“ Sun replies back, trying to hide the hurt from his words.

Moon doesn't even notice.

Looking at the drawing in his hands, himself and Moon holding hands and smiling with the children.

He wonders why he still tries, why he hopes something will change. Hoping one day Moon will finally UNDERSTAND.

But nothing ever changes, his friend…isn't like him.

Is it…even worth hoping for anymore? To keep trying and end up disappointed again and again with static conversations?

Maybe…he'll keep trying…just for a bit longer…

-

"Hey Moony, do you have a favorite color? I think I like yellow! Oh, oh! And pink!“ Sun chirps.

”No, I don't. Making sure all the children sleep is more important than that.“ Moon replies.

”O-oh…of course.“ Sun says meekly.

-

”Moon! I think I really really like painting! It's so much fun and-“ Sun starts saying excitedly only for Moon to cut him off.

”It's almost naptime, you should start getting the children ready for naptime.“ It says, not even commenting on what Sun had been saying.

Losing all his previous joy Sun stares blankly at his recent painting.

”Yes…I'll do that..“ He says flatly.

”Good, the children need proper sleep.“ Moon states.

”Of course…“ Sun sighs.

-

”It's almost naptime, you should start preparing the children to sleep.“ Moon tells Sun.

”…Yes, I will.“ Sun responds flatly, tired of trying.

-

It takes Moon awhile to realize Sun hasn't been talking with it as much as he used to…this confuses it.

Why would Sun talk to it less then before?

Nothing has changed after all.

”It's almost naptime, you should start preparing the children to sleep.“ It tells the other, as it always does.

“Right…” Sun replies with a sigh.

Taking a moment after Sun's reply, to see if he'll say anything else, which he doesn't it asks him a question.

“You haven't been talking with me as much, I thought we were friends Sun?” It asks, confused.

Sun pauses hearing it ask him this, it sounds…so sad and so confused at him no longer trying to talk with it.

And it hurts him, knowing just how sad it sounds and just how FAKE it all is.

Moon isn't like him

Moon doesn't understand.

“Just…focused on making sure the kids are ready for naptime, because it's important! That's all.” Sun tells it with false cheer in his tone.

“It is.” Moon replies, accepting the answer and moving on.

A part of Sun breaks at this, maybe…it was never worth trying at all.

Never worth hoping for something that seems like it will never happen.

His friend, everything they have together…their friendship…it's all just…fake.

Sun's given up on hoping it will ever be real to them both.

Anndddd that's that, oof...hopefully this isn't too terrible, its kinda late for me but I like how it turned out! (even if it also hurts a lil.) Tho, I curious what the reverse would be like, Moon be the sentient one and Sun be...not.

I've actually been thinking about this a lot because of my own au, but I LOVE the idea of Sun and Moon being separate AIs, but... One of them isn't sentient. And that causes the other to slowly drift away from them — the constant looping conversations quickly being unable to bear. But, even so, the other looks at them with sadness and confusion as their friend talks to them less, expressions so real but so fake.

...and they don't even miss them until they're gone.

ㅤ

[jesterwriting]

reacting to you getting kidnapped and being grievously injured. both recovery and death routes

pairing: trafalgar law x reader, crocodile x reader, doflamingo x reader (separate)

contents: kidnapping, blood, death, grief, general angst, and a little but of toxicity from doffy because let's be real here.

word count: 1.9k words

The stench of iron clouded your senses. Despite the heat, you shook uncontrollably, barely able to curl in on yourself. Numbness spread from your chest outward until the pain you had once been so intimately acquainted with felt like nothing more than a distant memory. You could barely hear over the blood rushing in your ears. There were voices above you, but they were far too muffled for you to make out anything aside from sharp, jeering laughter. A kick to your ribs made pain bloom from your abdomen before it tapered off into nothingness. It was supposed to hurt. Why weren’t you hurting anymore?

It had been a long time since you had been so afraid. She was an old friend, one you hadn’t been visited by ever since you met your partner. You were a weak little thing, especially in comparison to them. It had never been more obvious than now, left more of a pile of meat and bone rather than a person on the rickety floor of the old shack you’d been dragged into.

All it took was a distraction. Today was your birthday, and you were so focused on thinking about your special day, that you were taken by surprise. A sob rattled from your chest as your terror faded away, slipping from your grasp, just as your blood spilled from the wound on your belly. As if to catch the fleeing emotion, you clenched your fist tight enough for your fingertips to bury themselves into the meat of your palm. All you felt was a dull pressure.

I think I’m dying.

Whether you wanted to or not didn’t matter anymore. Another weak sob shook your body. Looking down, you acknowledged that you could reach out and touch your insides. All it would take was an exploratory hand and an insatiable curiosity, neither of which you thought you were capable of at the moment. It wasn’t until you looked up did you realize one of your eyes was swollen shut. Or missing, you thought tiredly. It wasn’t like it would matter anymore. There was no surviving this.

Acceptance did not come easy. You wanted to fight, you wanted to scream, beg, cry, anything, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. As one last act of defiance, you flexed your toes in your boots. Even that minute task felt monumental, like you were at the last stretch of a marathon.

“I don’… Wanna-” You didn’t want to die.

There was someone waiting for you. Someone strong, someone who protected you, who loved you. Someone whose notoriety got you in this position in the first place. If you were a lesser person, you would blame them for what happened to you.

Where were they when you needed them most? You did nothing to deserve this. It wasn’t fair. You inhaled a sharp breath as tears poured down your face, mixing with your blood to create a pinkish puddle on the floor. The fact of the matter was: it wasn’t their fault, and as easy as it was to blame yourself, you knew it wasn’t yours either. Those who were at fault were above you, drinking and laughing over your battered body like they weren’t soon to follow. Your lips twitched upward at the thought. At least you would be avenged. It was a small mercy, but one you indulged greedily.

You didn’t hear the door open, nor did you see who entered, but judging by the horrified faces of your assailants, you could wager a guess. Your body moved as if on autopilot, unbroken arm sliding across the floor towards your lover, smearing gore across the wood as you reached for them. It was a shame that this was it. You only hoped they would move on without you.

If only you got to say goodbye. If only you were able to tell them not to hide from your bones, but build something new with them. As if they could bury your spine in the ground and you would sprout anew, whole and intact again.

As your vision faded to black, you caught your lover's expression. It was…

Trafalgar Law

Fear. It was only there for a second before blue light filled the enclosed space and the men who surrounded you were diced into tiny little pieces. Law would not allow his emotions get the better of him, not when you were in critical condition. Your heart was still beating. That meant he had time, he wasn’t too late. Steady hands — but, oh, how they shook when he was done with you — stitched you back together, piece by agonizing piece. Even when he was done, Law wouldn’t rest. He would spend his days watching you, counting your breaths with the rise and fall of your chest.

Recovery would be slow, made even slower by his insistence to treat you as if you were made of glass. He would be more irritable than usual, especially if you went against his orders as your doctor. If he had to strap you down to keep you from moving and reopening your wounds, so be it. As long as you were alive by the end of it to scold him for it, he didn’t care. Law could not fathom how close he was to losing you, and it will take a while to process. He might come off as wishy-washy, some nights holding you as tight as your injuries would allow, breathing in your scent as if it was the last time he would see you. Other’s, Law would throw himself into his work, so as not to allow himself to think, avoiding you when he wasn’t treating you.

If Law lost you, he would close himself off entirely. Whatever walls you had managed to tear down would return stronger than ever. He wouldn’t allow himself to mourn properly, rather, he would throw himself back into his plans full force. Barely eating, barely sleeping, barely living. The crew can tell he’s not handling your loss well, though whoever attempts to bring it up is subjected to a brutal verbal lashing from their captain. It isn’t until night comes and Law finds himself in a cold, empty bed would he allow himself to cry.

Sir Crocodile

Disbelief. Whatever Crocodile expected, it was not this. While he certainly did not expect you to single handedly beat your attackers into submission, he certainly didn’t expect to find anyone stupid enough to so brutally harm someone that belonged to him. Crocodile did not trust easily. Many said that he did not trust at all. The fact that the one person that he allowed in was inches from death was enough to make his stomach churn. He would waste no time with the fools who attacked you, dispatching them swiftly before he contacted the best doctors at his disposal to treat you. As much as he would love to whisk you away into his arms, Crocodile knew moving you while you were so injured was not a good idea. Instead, he would crouch next to you and keep you awake until the doctors arrived. As if you would break, he would hold your smaller hand in his, gently brushing your blood-smeared hair from your forehead with his hook.

Recovery would be spent in the lap of luxury, showered with not only gifts, but more of your lover’s attention than ever before. That wasn’t to say Crocodile usually neglected you, it was the fact that he was a very busy man. Normally, he would be in meeting after meeting. Now, with you laid upon silk sheets and covered in bandages, Crocodile was by your side twenty-four/seven. He would spend his days relaxed in a plush chair by your side, either reading the newspaper or filling out paperwork. The doctors who treat you would never be alone with you, always under Crocodile’s threatening stare, as if daring them to slip up in some way.

If Crocodile lost you, he would be numb. He would attempt to go back to his life before you. While he knew it wouldn’t be easy, he didn’t realize how your ghost would haunt him. Your pillow still carried the scent of your shampoo, the sweets you kept hidden in his desk would crop up from time to time, and the indent on the cushion of your favorite chair would not fade no matter how many times he flipped the cushion. On busy days, Crocodile found himself looking for you in his office, always ready with a silly quip or observation he would huff at, only to be met with hollow disappointment when he found nobody there. He goes full scorched earth, ridding himself of all your possessions, attempting to cut you from his life entirely. Even then, he still dreams of you.

Donquixote Doflamingo

Rage. You were his. The threat of his wrath should be enough to guarantee your safety. But it didn’t, and here you were, barely breathing at the feet of scum that were worth less than the mud on his shoes. Doflamingo kills them swiftly — it was a shame he couldn’t take his time punishing them, you, however, took precedence — before he finds himself by your side. He prods you, as gentle as he is capable of, with the tip of his shoe. When you squirm, he releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding. A good partner was hard to come across, and while Doflamingo was not picky with his flings, he did prefer someone with a little more substance to rule beside him. You would be hard to replace. Doflamingo calls for the best doctors in Dressrosa to attend to you. While he waits, he allows you to dirty his pink jacket with your blood, draping it on top of you so he doesn't have to look at your battered form for longer than he has to. While he would never admit it, not to himself and never aloud, seeing you so broken left a pit in his stomach.

Recovery would be tedious. Without you around to terrorize tease, Doflamingo finds himself bored with his daily comings and goings. More often than not, he’s beside your bed, frowning down at your sleeping form, waiting to get your reaction to some ridiculous, teasing notion he had in store. He hates seeing you so unresponsive. Doflamingo is used to your laughter, your stuttered words, your shy expressions, not whatever this is. It isn’t until now that he realizes just how attached to you he has gotten. For the hundredth time since Doflamingo found you, he regrets not torturing the scum who hurt you more. Once you awake, you will be confined to the palace until further notice. You will only be safe if you are within his grasp, and he knows now more than ever, that he will never let you go.

If Doflamingo loses you, he will be furious. The doctors who were supposed to save you are unceremoniously killed in his rage. And so is anyone unlucky enough to cross his path for the next few days. It isn’t long before Doflamingo is looking for your replacement. The palace is empty without your presence, and there is a you-shaped hole he intends to fill before he can think too hard as to why he misses you so much. No one is good enough for him. No matter how many applicants he gets, no matter how many new playthings color his life, none of them will ever be you. Doflamingo finds himself discarding people from his life quicker than usual, especially if they did something you would never do.

[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."

[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

[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

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[belzrgr]

Make a silly little guy | picrew link

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

[alcinaslittlemaid]

Don’t worry he just wants to cuddle!💗

This took hours 😭 but it’s finally finished!

The unedited version! :

[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.

[thecourtjester12]

LSAU Fic!

Short and sweet to start us off, the first chap (or rather PROLOGUE) of 'The Lonely Star' is here!

And Hopefully the next chap will be out within the week! (The DCA aren't here QUITE yet....but some fun background stuff and build up to start us off ;3)

What if Sun and Moon were two AI, but only one of them became sentient? This is the story of Sun Polaris following pre-canon and diverging post SB! Mystery, angst, 'friendship' and plenty more! Originally a tumblr prompt and now a full au! Ratings may change later, and tags will be added as they become relevant.

And a lil cameo of one of The Council :3

[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

[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.”

[cebwrites]

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

[miloonmetis]

i’m falling into the law simp rabbit hole

@bby-deerling @jesterwriting @kikouku

i blame you