straw hat demons

law pulls you closer and grumbles “careful,” without even opening his eyes.

zoro tightens his grip around you with one arm and snakes the other under your shirt to rest his hand on one of your boobs while he goes to sleep.

ace wastes no time, knowing exactly what you’re doing, pull you closer and fucks you to sleep.

synopsis: walking around the house in a mini skirt with no panties underneath

included: zoro, sanji, law

zoro

notices immediately that something is upbecause why are you wearing a mini skirt around the house, but doesn’t engage the first day. he just thinks maybe you’re feelin’ yourself that day, which is fine because he loves looking at you in that little skirt. the second day he starts to question it, maybe it’s comfortable for you, but it’s starting to torture him a little bit, watching you walk around in that little piece of fabric. third day he feels like he’s going insane, why the fuck are you wearing a mini skirt around the house, then you bend over in front of him and he realizes what’s going on. no panties. he gets up from his chair, grabs you by your waist while you’re still bent over and presses his half hard cock against you.

“zoro what are you doing?” you acted confused, knowing this was all part of your plan.

“me? what are you doing walking around in that little thing with no panties?” he spins you around and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing, “we cant waste any more time, this is what you wanted, right?” he smacks your ass hard before walking to the couch where he fucks you stupid.

sanji

you walked into the kitchen while he was cooking, thinking he wouldn’t notice your skirt as quickly as if he weren’t cooking. but boy were you wrong. he caught a glimpse of you and turned the stove off without a second thought.

“what happened? why’d you turn the stove off?” you hopped up on the counter, kicking your feet innocently.

he exhaled, as if trying to control himself. he knew in his soul that you were commando under the skirt, he sensed it the moment you walked past him.

he stepped toward you and without saying a word, he spread your legs open to be met with a sight to behold. he nearly died right then and there, but he knew if he did that he wouldn’t get to please you.

“you know just what i need,” he growled before pushing your skirt up a little and going down on you.

law

you walked past him when he was studying some of his doctor material, new medicines for new diseases or whatever magnificent things he does. he peered up above his books and saw you prancing about with the skirt on.

“what are you wearing that for?” he calmly asked you, his temperature rising at the sight of you.

“this? its new, you like?” you twirled and the air lifted your skirt to show your bottom. you were wearing panties under your skirt, which was the problem.

like a cat, he pushed a pen and knocked it off his desk, “can you get that for me, love?”

you knew what he was doing, falling right into your little trap.

you walked over to the pen and bent over to pick it up, modeling your ass in the air for him to see.

Help Me

Toji x fem reader

cw: smut, cream pie, mature content.

you live in an apartment. you were suuuuper proud of yourself when you first got it. all by yourself. your first big girl commitment. you really loved living alone too. you got to be as loud as you want, have people over whenever you want, just be you.

one day you were working and got caught up in one of your coworkers battles. you didn’t do it on purpose of course, but it happened. and you could have died. but toji didn’t let that happen. he couldn’t. so of course he saved your life, and you were eternally indebted to him because, well, he saved your life.

of course you told him you would do anything to repay him. toji, being the bum that he is, didn’t have a place to live at the time. your spare room was open, so you figured toji living with you for a little while couldn’t hurt that bad.

he helps with utilities and rent if he didn’t gamble all his money away. he doesn’t eat all the food you buy, he gets his own groceries. he does his own dishes too. bonus points for him being eye candy.

aside from all that, he’s terrible. he’s annoying and oh so horny. you genuinely wouldn’t mind if he brought females back to the apartment every now and then. it’s a different woman every other night. his room is right beside yours, so you hear loud thudding every single time, and of course it’s accompanied by women screaming his name.

he knows you hear him though, that’s what he wants.

a few months go by and it never lets up.

you finally bring a boy home, thinking toji is away on a far off mission like he’s supposed to be. while you and this boy are sitting on your couch making out, in walks toji through the front door.

“hey, didn’t know you had someone over,” he took a beer out of the fridge and cracked it open, sitting on the opposite end of the couch, “hope i’m not interrupting anything.”

the two of you straightened up and you rolled your eyes.

“what happened to your mission across the country?” you said through gritted teeth.

“finished it. you know i always get the job done,” he winked at you before taking another sip, “i’m toji, by the way.”

“nice to meet you, i actually think im gonna go,” your hookup stood up to leave.

“going already?” toji asked, “i can fuck off to my room if you wanna get some, brother.”

“no, it’s okay, he was leaving anyway,” you gave toji a death glare and he chuckled. he loves instigating with you.

your hookup left, and as you turned around to walk into your room toji was right behind you.

“why so sad, doll?”

“i was planning on fucking that guy, then you came home. that’s why i’m ‘so sad’,” you pushed your hair out of your face.

“i saved you from that, he wouldn’t have been able to please you right anyway,” he smirked.

“oh like you’d know any better,” you scoffed.

“i would know better, don’t think i don’t hear you at night,” he spoke and you froze, “i think i could please you pretty well actually.”

“you’re just saying that because you don’t have one of your little girlies scheduled for tonight,” you nervously rolled your eyes.

“don’t know if you’ve noticed but i haven’t had a girl over in a month,” he crossed his arms.

“oh so you finally slept with every woman in the country?” you threw your arms up.

“not exactly,” he scratched his neck, “just been trying to catch your eye.”

“what?” you were taken aback.

“i haven’t brought anyone home for a month because i’ve been trying to catch your eye,” he leaned against a wall for support.

“you’re telling me that you, toji, have been entirely abstinent for an entire month?” you tried to make light of the situation, knowing full well you want him.

“don’t get crazy now, not entirely.”

“oh so you’re a liar,” you raised an eyebrow.

“i’m a lot of things doll, a liar ain’t one,” he crossed his arms, “if a lady can’t do it i’ll just do it myself.” he saw your face get a little disgusted, “helps too when i know you’re doing it in the room next to mine.” he said it to get on your nerves even more, though he’s not lying either. pleasing himself to the sound of you pleasing yourself. he imagines that it’s him getting you off, and he knows he could do it good too.

“ew toji, ok that’s enough of this conversation, i’m going to my room,” you started walking away, he gets one more line out before you close your door.

“if you need help, you know where to find me,” you could hear the smirk on his face.

as if. just like toji said, if someone else can’t do it you can do it yourself.

late that night you were oh so horny. so horny you weren’t enough for yourself, but the idea of knocking on toji’s bedroom door at 1am asking him to get you off made you feel pathetic.

you figured it was late enough that toji wouldn’t be in the living room, so you headed into the kitchen to get a drink. as you rounded the corner and turned on the dim light, you saw toji standing against the countertop, drinking a glass of water.

“thirsty?” he smirked, handing you his glass of water.

you took the glass and took a big sip, then handing it back to him, “thanks.”

“always happy to help,” he put the glass down in the sink and you both stood there, leaning against the counter next to each other. you’re so close to each other that you feel the heat radiating off his shirtless body, and he feels yours as well.

“why’re you up so late?” you asked him.

“same as you,” he peered at you, “thirsty.”

the air between the two of you got warmer and you had no idea where to go from here. you wanted him to take you, right there in the kitchen, but you dint know how to go about it. he clearly wanted you too.

“won’t be able to go back to bed for a while either,” toji stretched his arms out, clearly inviting you to make the first move. all he needed you to say was “help me,” and he’d be on it, but lord only knows he’s not making the first real move here.

“god you’re so stupid,” you chuckled and looked at you, confused, before he could get a word out you pulled his head down to your level and kissed him. his hands melted and landed at the small of your back.

“say it,” he said as you made out, “tell me you need my help,” you bit his lower lip, “and i’m all yours.”

“help me,” you said breathlessly.

“good girl,” he hoisted you up and sat you on the counter, hands still gripping your ass as you make out.

you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him as close as possible while entangling your fingers in his hair, making out hot and heavy.

he started kissing your neck and your head dropped backwards, letting him kiss wherever he needed. soon he separated your knees and pulled your pajama shorts to the side.

“so pretty,” he purred and started to gently touch you, “and wet, bet you taste good too,” he peered up at you and then started kissing your wet cunt. you moan and rotate your hips, begging for more of him.

he licked and sucked rhythmically as you moaned. he could tell what he was doing was going to make you cum, and right when you were on the brink of ecstasy he stopped.

“toji,” you moaned helplessly.

“you thought i was gonna let you cum so soon?” he kissed your neck again, “think again,” he spoke quietly before sucking on your neck, definitely leaving hickies. but he didn’t care, neither did you. you just wanted him all over you immediately.

you wrapped your legs around him again and lifted you up, bringing you to his room, and throwing you onto the bed.

“ass up baby doll,” he smacked your ass and pulled out his rock solid cock. you knew it would be big, but you never thought it’d be that big.

you did as you were told and got on your hands and knees with your ass up. he teased you for a moment, rubbing his tip around your entry, knowing you needed him.

“toji i need you,” you begged.

“how bad?” he asked, and before you could answer he stuck it in and started pumping, leaving you moaning loudly.

after a few seconds you mustered up the strength to speak through your moans, “mm- i’m gonna cum,” you heard him chuckle, “d-don’t stop,” you moaned, throwing it back at him while he’s thrusting into you.

“oh baby i’m almost there too,” he lifted your head by your hair, “where do you want it?”

without even thinking, you responded, “cum in me.”

“mmm risky,” you heard his smirk through this words, “i like it.” he spoke lowly before you both reached your orgasms at the same time, both of you moaned as you arched your back and he pumped his hot cum in you.

after cleaning up, you were walking out of his room as he stopped you.

“leaving already?” he picked you up and swung you over his shoulder.

“toji i have to go to bed,” you giggled as he smacked your ass.

“that’s what this thing’s for,” he threw you down onto his bed and got in next to you.

what they’d do/give you for valentine’s day

A/N sowwy i know it’s no longer vday but better late than never!!

luffy

would probably forget it’s valentine’s day, but was prepared ahead of time with a preserved beetle that has your favorite color on the back, then also have sanji make a bouquet for you out of meat.

law

have a very quiet, dimly lit dinner ready for the both of you. very classic valentine, rose petals sprinkled around, a bouquet of your favorite flowers. aside from all the typical romance stuff he also took his heart out of his body and handed it to you, as he does every year, because it belongs to you.

nami

she planned a whole evening out for the two of you. she bought extravagant outfits for the both of you that don’t match but do coordinate. you see a show then get dinner at a nice restaurant, then when you get home she unveils your favorite dessert in the fridge (that you share while you take a bubble bath together)

shanks

wines and dines you and then gets you pregnant.

robin

you spent time at a museum she’s been dying to take you to, had an indoor picnic, then went home and played board games and watched your favorite movies in your matching pjs. followed by building a pillow and blanket fort and falling asleep in it.

ace

blackleg sanji headcannons

A/N: believe it or not sanji is actually my favorite one piece character even though i almost always only write zoro

he sleeps with a single curler in his bangs

he’s always the second one awake on the ship, the first is jinbe

when he does wake up, he first feeds the transponder snails

he helps nami trim the back of her hair

he does not last long in bed

enjoys when a crew member sits in the kitchen and talks to him while he’s cooking, but will never ask anyone to do it (usually it’s robin)

when nobody is in the kitchen with him, he talks out loud to his mom

nami got him a “kiss the chef” apron, but he won’t wear it anymore because luffy keeps trying to kiss him (usopp dared him to)

accidentally got high once. he greened out and luffy thought he died.

every halloween him and nami have coordinated costumes

currently working on a few things that are taking me a little whiiiileeee!! still taking requests for whatever!

2 of the 5 things i have in the works rn is a toji fic and some sanji head cannons hopefully they’ll be done this weekend!

songs i think are on the straw hats individual playlists

luffy

stay calm- griffinilla ft jeff burgess

rasputin- boney m.

zoro

headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet- fall out boy

lips of an angel- hinder

nami

manchild-sabrina carpenter

about the money- T.I.

sanji

that should be me- justin bieber

the night we met- lord huron

usopp

a thousand miles- vanessa carlton

creep- radiohead

chopper

break stuff- limp bizkit

girls just wanna have fun- cyndi lauper

robin

wait for me(reprise)- hadestown

through me (the flood) -hozier

franky

born in the usa- bruce springsteen

the distance- cake

brook

midnight train to georgia- gladys knight and the pips

back in black- acdc

jinbe

suspicious minds- elvis presley

friends to lovers

an: sorry if this one sucked yall, it was hard for me to get this one out and not make it a full length fic lolz

zoro is your best friend, you’ve been best friends for as long as you could remember. first day of elementary school? he was there, he was sat right next to you in class because you were crying and he wasn’t. middle school gym class? he was there, on your volleyball team setting up your spike. senior prom? he was there, taking pictures with you when your date split an hour before the dance. he’s always there. and you’ve always loved him. well, only like a friend, of course.

now you’re both grown, and you share an apartment because nobody else could fare as your roommate, and lord knows neither of you have struck gold in the dating pool. he doesn’t really try to date, and it just never works out for you. besides, you’d rather stay at home on the weekends and practice new makeup and hat techniques for cosmetology school while zoro does whatever he does. normally it’s some sort of workout routine, but sometimes he sits on the couch next to you watching a movie while you practice on your dummy head.

“this stupid head!” you pushed the fake head away from you in frustration.

“i’m sure she’s smart if you let her talk,” he sarcastically responded, “what’s wrong with it?”

“the skin isn’t textured right so the makeup doesn’t sit like it would on a real person,” you held your head in your hands.

“you should make friends so you can do makeup on them instead of the fake head,” he teased, and your eyes lit up with an idea.

“you think my friends would let me practice makeup on them?”

“mhm. they’re not good friends if they don’t,” he sipped his soda, not realizing he just signed away his life.

“you’re right,” you pulled your makeup closer to him and without thinking, straddled him on the couch, “hold still.”

“WOAH!” he exclaimed and put his hands up in the air, “ME? YOU’RE ON TOP OF ME!”

“i need to get closer so i can really do your makeup,” you smeared foundation on his face, “now like i said, hold still.”

and he did. he held still, like a good friend, so you could do his makeup.

this activity happened at least once a week, you doing his makeup. until one day, you ask him why he actually lets you.

“it’s not like you have to, why do you let me?”

“because i care about you,” he said calmly. your face heated up.

“i care about you too,” you spoke quietly, knowing you both meant more than friends.

from then on everything was just more.

it’s hours before you walk down the aisle to your husband to be, zoro, and you miss him oh so dearly. you haven’t seen him all day. not being able to see him, kiss him, it’s truly agony. what a stupid rule, that you can’t see your partner before your ceremony! though you can’t see him, he’ll be seeing you.

you, robin and nami came up with a plan to keep him on his toes until the ceremony, maybe even make him a little bashful.

it was time for the first one, nami walked over to zoro while he was in a heated conversation with sanji and handed him a small paper before swiftly walking away. he looked at it, confused before realizing it wasn’t a small paper. it was actually a spicy picture of his wife-to-be.

zoro’s eye widened and his cheeks grew rosie as he immediately tried to hide the polaroid image of you in his coat pocket. sanji caught a glimpse of the picture and had to be carried away by usopp.

“nami,” zoro whispered at her, “where did you get that?”

“why? want more?” she poked at him, “don’t worry i’ll give you another.” she reached in her clutch and pulled out another one before scurrying away.

he saw it and panicked, as this one was more racy than the last. he tried not to look at it too much because he dint want to get an awkward boner, so he swiftly put it with the other one in his pocket.

if i stay away from nami, she can’t hand me any more sexy pictures. sounded like a good plan to him. and it was, at first.

one piece wholesome head cannons

zoro ~unintentionally~ leads a training session once a week

in said workout classes, chopper can’t do all the workouts, but refuses to miss a session

when she noticed chopper couldn’t keep up, nami made modified versions of each workout for him (that usopp also does)

brook is slowly teaching robin to play the violin

franky is always robin’s live audience when brook is teaching her to play

nami tried to teach luffy financial literacy, emphasis on tried

if robin is awake while everyone else is sleeping she will go around and periodically make sure everyone is breathing

chopper does the same thing, but in a more frantic manner because he’s convinced himself they all got poisoned except himself

jinbe leads yoga every morning, the people that never miss it are nami, brook, usopp, chopper, and zoro

sanji always has special breakfast ready for nami specifically after the aforementioned yoga

chopper periodically tries to bring stray baby animals on board, luffy always agrees, but everyone else denies

luffy only agrees because he wants an emergency food stock

nami bought everyone matching pajamas on an island and forces them to all wear them occasionally

sanji has a tattoo of nami’s lipstick print on his butt

he doesn’t know it’s actually usopp’s lipstick print

ace’s spirit visits luffy every night at 3am, the only person to ever see him is brook, who will never tell luffy

zoro x fem reader

modern au

tw: sanji

to put it simply, you’re a pornstar. your job is getting off and posting it online. you’re on all the websites really, but onlyfans is your main income.

you’re great at your job. never a complaint from scene partners and you have a huge following on all of the websites you’re on. you really knew you made it when people started catfishing as you on various sites.

you know who else does online sex work? roronoa zoro.

you’ve heard his name in passing but never really looked into his work. zoro, on the other hand, he’s familiar with your work. he heard of you a few weeks back and decided to see what all the fuss was about. boy did he learn quick.

zoro developed a bad habit of watching your work before going to do his own. you know, to get himself extra hard. even sometimes he’ll be alone and feel horny, so he’ll watch some at home too. but he’ll never admit that. he even subscribed to your onlyfans, because he was simply craving your exclusive content. his cock throbbed at the thought of you.

one night, he opened your onlyfans, hard and long before even setting his eyes on your new post. just the thought of you bouncing on some guy’s cock. he knows he could please you better, he could fuck you stupid.

he decided he needed to work with you. he’d simply die if he didn’t. so he messaged his agent, seeing what they could do about that.

booked. next monday.

every day he built up his stamina for you, ‘training’ by himself or with other scene partners, because how embarrassing would it be if he was a two pump chump.

the day finally came, he was nervous, but still confident in being able to fuck you silly. ready to prove it as well.

“hi zoro!” you smiled at him and greeted him with a hug. he struggled to keep his eye on yours and not drift down to the tits popping out of your shirt.

“hey, how are you?” he couldn’t stop thinking about the different positions he’s about to put you in.

“doing good, watched some of your work last night and i’m really excited to be your partner today,” you squeezed him. it was true too. when your agent reached out to you, it finally gave you the excuse to look him up. and my god were you impressed with what you saw. it seemed like he really knows how to read his partners and has chemistry with everyone he works with.

you couldn’t help think about how different he is in person versus how he is in his scenes. he seems so mild-mannered and laid back in person, where as in his films he’s a completely different animal.

you get directed to the set and start improvising conversation based off the guidelines given to you. within a minute he’s got you pinned to the bed, he’s been waiting for this. making out with your arms above your head, held together by one massive, muscular hand.

he rips your clothes off, hungrily, and goes down on you, sucking and flicking, making you moan and come in his mouth within a mere 3 minutes. he was right, he can do it better than the other guys.

“my turn,” you panted, trying to sit up, but zoro flipped you onto your belly and up to your knees.

“not until i say so,” he said lowly in your ear, but loud enough for the microphone to hear as well. soon enough, he was balls deep in you, pushing your head into the pillow.

“want me to stop?” he lifted your head up by your hair to see you that you were drooling into the pillow and your eye makeup was all smudged. “messy girl,” he chuckled and continued thrusting while you moaned in pleasure.

“d-don’t stop,” you begged, he released your hair to grab your hips.

“won’t stop till you come for me again, doll,” he thrusted, and soon enough, you came again, all over his dick. “mm,” he hummed, “good girl, now open up.”

he put his thumb on your chin and you did as you were told. you weren’t getting any pleasure from it, but you couldn’t help but moan anyway. zoro was eating it up, knowing he’s pleasuring you better than anyone else. seeing you fucked stupid, drooling and sucking him sloppy, he loved it. loved it so much, he pulled out and came on your face.

the shoot ended and you both cleaned yourselves up.

“that was a great shoot zoro,” you gave him another hug, feeling light on your feet after the session, “i don’t know about you but i definitely want to work with you again.”

“me too,” he hugged you back, feeling satisfied with how everything played out, “sorry if any of that was too much for you.”

“too much? no not at all,” you smiled, “i’ve never had anything like that before.” your attention was caught by another man walking over toward the two of you, “oh! zoro, this is my boyfriend, sanji!”

you pulled him closer as he took a lighter and lit his cigarette.

“hey, nice to meet you,” he shook zoro’s hand hesitantly. you knew he only shook his hand because you wanted him to, it was a conversation you both had before you came to the shoot. 

“mhm,” zoro shook back, knowing he just fucked you good in front of your own boyfriend.

sanji isn’t entirely the jealous type, he knows what you do for work, sometimes he does it with you. he’s seen you fuck other guys and girls, but he’s never seen you get fucked like that. not even by him.

“i hope you didn’t mind the live audience, sanji always comes when I’m shooting with someone new,” you held onto your boyfriends arm, to show affection, but mostly for stability.

“see you around,” sanji blew smoke out and the two of you left together.