#nuzzling into sanjis neck and trying to go back to sleep

[zosanzofran]

acts of service sanji + physical touch zoro

[fayerie]

How one piece men cuddle with you ( Zoro , Luffy , Sanji , Ace , Shanks , Law , Sabo )

Zoro isn’t the cuddly type at all — at least, not consciously. He doesn’t initiate affection, and if you ask, he’ll grunt and roll his eye. But when you’re sleeping or hurt, he pulls you close like it’s instinct. He’s warm and steady, one arm heavy over your waist, his chest firm against your back. He doesn’t say anything, but his breath in your hair is steady and grounding (if you ignore the strong smell of booze). If you shift or try to leave, he tightens his grip just slightly — like his body is guarding yours even in sleep. He might wake up just enough to mumble, "Tch… stay. You’re warm."

Luffy cuddles like a human octopus. He has zero concept of personal space and doesn’t think twice about draping his entire body over you — legs, arms, head on your stomach, everything. He beams, sighs happily, and falls asleep within seconds. If you try to move, he clings even tighter. His hold isn’t possessive — just full of trust and comfort. To him, you’re both his favorite blanket and his favorite person. "You feel nice~. Don’t move!" he whines, snuggling even closer. Cuddling with Luffy feels like pure joy — chaotic, warm, and utterly free.

Sanji treats cuddling like both an art and an honor. Ever the gentleman, he always asks first—"Would mademoiselle like to be held?"—and when you say yes, he melts into you like you’re his entire world. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, nestling his face in your neck, whispering sweet nothings and complimenting the softness of your skin, the scent of your hair. His touch is affectionate but intentional, fingers lightly tracing your arms or thighs. He’ll sigh dreamily and murmur, "I could die happy like this..." Just beware: if it’s your first time cuddling, you might feel a faint trail of blood dripping from his nose onto your shoulder.

Ace is naturally warm — physically and emotionally. Cuddling with him is like curling into a sunbeam, especially comforting in winter. He tends to sprawl out when he sleeps, but the moment he senses you nearby, he pulls you against his chest, arms locking around you like a heated safety net. His heartbeat is strong, grounding. He might kiss the top of your head or nuzzle into your hair while murmuring, "Don’t go far..." He clings like someone who knows the ache of losing people. With Ace, cuddling is heat and closeness wrapped around a desperate kind of love he struggles to say out loud.

Shanks cuddles like a man who rarely gets the chance — but treasures it when he does. He’s a sprawler, always ending up with you tucked under one arm, his lone hand running lazy, soothing circles along your back. When he’s tipsy, he’ll pull you into his lap, resting his forehead against yours, whispering half-serious lines like, "This makes a man wonder what he’s really chasing." Then he’ll laugh low in your ear — the kind of laugh that makes your heart twist. His cuddle style is warm, teasing, magnetic — but when the world falls quiet, there’s real weight in the way he holds you. You’re the one thing that softens his storm.

Law is stiff about physical affection — at first. He’ll sit beside you for hours without touching you unless you initiate it. But once you do, he exhales like he’s surrendering and mutters something about how “this is inefficient sleeping,” before pulling you onto his chest like it’s no big deal. His heartbeat betrays him — fast the first time, but steadying as he gets used to your weight. He’ll absentmindedly rub your back while reading or thinking, quiet and still. Law doesn’t talk much during cuddles, but the intimacy is unmistakable — measured, deliberate, and deeply comforting. If you fall asleep there, he won’t move a muscle. He’ll just whisper, "Idiot..." softly, not unkindly — wondering how he ended up this far in.

Sabo cuddles with the care of someone who treasures soft things because he’s lost them before. He always pulls you into his arms like he’s protecting you from a world that’s far too cruel. He’s the kind to stroke your hair, kiss your temple, and ask if you’re okay even when you’re just resting. His body is relaxed, his tone gentle, and you can feel how tightly he tucks you in — as if keeping you safe with just his embrace. "You’re everything to me," he’ll say into your skin, even if you’re half-asleep.

Cuddling with Sabo feels like being chosen — over and over again, whereas his Den Den Mushi could never be chosen, as the “Peree-peree” sound continues uselessly in the background.

[kyluff]

— ↺ ‘When He Eat The Cookie He Got Good Form’

✎ luffy + zoro + sanji x reader !

✦ summary ➠ one piece men eating you out blurbs

✦ warnings ➠ nsfw, cunnilingus, swearing, almost getting caught

✦ note ➠ 3000+ LIKES ON MY CLINGY GOJO POST?!? thats actually insane, I’m so happy thank you for all the support 😨🫶

✪ Monkey D. Luffy

— You felt shaking, hands were on you and vigorously pushing and pulling you. Your eyes weren’t open yet, they couldn’t, you were just sleeping a few seconds ago and now you were being rudely awaken. Keeping your eyes closed, you called out for your boyfriend.

“What, what is it Luffy?” You sighed, shoving your face further in the blanket, trying to go back to the time when you were still sound asleep. “It’s still nighttime, go back to bed.”

He whined out, nuzzling his face in your neck. “But I’m hungry.”

Of course he is, you shook your head in annoyance. “That’s what you woke me up for? Wait and eat in the morning like the rest of us.”

Luffy licked your cheek, leaving heavy and warm breaths on it. He always was so impatient when he wanted something, especially when hunger was what he wanted. “But I cant.”

You were shocked, you really shouldn’t be though, he was obsessed with food to point where it was slightly unhealthy. You forcefully shoved his face away from you, making him fall on his side of the bed. “Well too bad, now go to sleep.”

“I can’t, not when I’m so hungry.” He huffed out, sounding defeated by his own words, at least it seemed like he was done with this stunt. But you felt bad a little bit, if he was so hungry that he couldn’t even sleep, then that’s an issue.

“If you’re really that hungry go to the kitchen.” That was the final thing you were going to say, now you were for real going to sleep.

You felt him shuffling beside you and the bed swaying from his movement. It melt like he was moving down the bed, making it to the foot of it. You ignored him, just wanting this to be over.

He disappeared under to covers for a minute, lifting your leg and placing himself between them. “Why would I go to the kitchen? My foods already right here.”

For the first time that night your eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to adjust to the environment. You reached in the dark for the light, turning it on and removing the cloth that separated the two of you, bLuffy was there, resting his cheek on your thigh. He had a lazy and goofy smile on his face like he always did, but his eyes were different. His eyes stared into your soul, hunger definitely evident in his gaze.

“Oh,” That’s all you could say, you had just been waken and had to face this. “You’re that type of hungry.”

The man between your limbs nodded eagerly, relieved that you had finally understood him. He had awoken in the middle of the night and the feeling washed over him, he couldn’t sleep after that, he needed you.

“Well, eat then.” That’s all it took for him rip off your shorts and underwear, revealing you to him. You could never deny your boyfriend, even if it was so late, not when he looked so longingly up at you.

He delve in instantly, not being able to wait any longer. His mouth was wide open against your folds, sucking and nudging them how ever he wished. Luffy didn’t focus on anywhere in particular when he ate you out, he liked to pay attention to every part of you down there, making it a messy operation, your juices spread across his face and everywhere on your thighs.

“Oh-h, so good.” This session Luffy seemed to really want it, he was licking so aggressively and tugged harshly at your lips. You weren’t complaining, the pleasure was almost unbearable.

It wasn’t till he placed a bite on your clit that you felt the beginnings of your end. He’s never done this before, but the new found trick brought you dangerously close to your climax.

“Do it again!” You pleaded, wanting to feel that same sensation from before. And he listened, using his canine to squish your bud, he lapped at the same spot to soothe it. You came undone, Luffy crawled up your body and dropped onto your chest, you noticed he had a soft grin on his face.

“You really were hungry, huh?” Your fingers started playing and twirling mindlessly with his hair.

“Mhm.” He hummed, closing his eyes from the comfort he received at the mercy of your hands. You too shut your eyes, being able to sleep again.

✪ Roronoa Zoro

— If there was one thing you knew about your boyfriend, it was how much he liked eating pussy. He’d eat it from the back, he’d eat it in sixty nine, he’d eat in the shower. He would literally do it anywhere at anytime. A position he hadn’t tried though was you sitting on his face.

So right now, he decided that you were going to sit on his face, but you were having some difficulty with that. You hovered over his awaiting mouth, using the headboard of the bed to hold yourself up.

“Sit on my face already.” He wrapped his buff arms around your thighs, attempting to pull you down on his face.

“Z-Zoro, don’t you think I’ll be to heavy?” You quivered, not letting him win the tug of war you were having.

“Don’t care,” The greened haired man loosened his grip, letting you raise slightly. “Just want to taste you.”

You bit your lip, thinking about how desperate his expression looked, you could tell he really wanted this and who were you to deny? You reluctantly lowered yourself closer to his face, making sure not to have your whole weight on him.

His lips chased yours, coming up to meet your dripping core where it was above him. He slowly made out with it, messily sucking and slurping. He quickly shook his face in your heat, spreading the juices he has created.

“Fucking come here.” His words were muffled against your skin as he forced you to fully sit down on his face. Your cheeked flushed in embarrassment, worrying if you were to much for your boyfriend to bare. You tried to get off, but the strong arms on your legs kept you in place.

“Zoro!” You whimpered, grasp tightening on the wooden frame.

He only carried on, now comfortable with the position you were in, nice and snug to his face. His tongue worked quick and tight circles on your bud, not stopping until he heard a moan rip from your vocal cords.

You glanced down on him through your droopy eyes, he was also looking up at you. His eyes always stood out to you, they were always stern and fierce, staring right through you.

He kept eye contact with you as he face moved deeper into you, his nose becoming smaller in size. Your stomach did flips in response, contracting as you felt tingling down there.

He smiled into you, he could see how much you liked sitting on his face, and to think on how you were so against it before.

His grin became bigger as he noticed how close you were, this might be the quickest he’s ever made you come.

Picking up his pace, he pushed you over the edge until you came undone onto his smushed face. “How do you like the new position now?”

✪ Vinsmoke Sanji

— You were becoming very annoyed at your boyfriends current antics, he’s been at it for what it felt like hours now. You sat on a chair in the kitchen, attempting to enjoy the beautiful meal that Sanji had prepared for you. That task was almost impossible though, due to the man that was positioned at your feet in front your chair.

“For the tenth time, Sanji, the answer is no.” You huffed out, stabbing another piece of food with your fork.

“Please, Y/n! Just one taste!” He begged, smushing his blushing face against your exposed knee. You had decided to wear a skirt today as it was very warm outside, it seemed to have an affect on the blonde man.

“I’m trying to eat, can’t you wait until I’m at least finished?” You wiggled your leg, trying to shake the man attached to your knee off of you.

His grasp became harder, slowing your movements until they stopped totally. His face moved closer, it reached the hem of your skirt where he brought his fingers to fidget with it softly. “I can’t wait, need it right now.”

Normally you wouldn’t put up such a fuss, but you were in the kitchen, anyone could walk in whenever they wanted. “Sanji, what if someone came in? Like if Luffy got hungry and ran in, what then?”

“I’ll be quick, promise.” He started laying quick kisses on your thighs, his eyes still looked at you from below waiting for your response.

You thought about it for a moment, sighing in defeat. “You promise?” He nodded eagerly, eyes filled with lust as he glanced up at you. You nodded your head in agreement, once you gave him the go ahead he immediately flipped your skirt and dived straight in, head disappearing under the flowy material.

At first he kissed you through the cloth that separated him from your bare pussy, his breath was warm when it fanned onto you. He pulled your underwear off, revealing everything to him.

For some reason unknown to you as you couldn’t see Sanji because of your bottoms he paused in his tracks, not going further.

“You said you’d be fast, get on with it and eat me out already.” You gave him time to resume his prior actions but when he refused and stayed in his place, you threw the skirt up off his head. “What are yo-”

“Just admiring my pretty girl.” Anyone would assume that he was referring to you, but you knew what he was talking about and it wasn’t your face. It was your cunt.

“Shut up.” You forced his face into your core, you couldn’t look at him any longer, just thinking about his words made a wave of heat form in your lower stomach.

Your boyfriend didn’t protest, starting to lick long strips up your slit, sucking on your bud when he reached it at the end. He repeatedly did this until he felt your juices slipping everywhere, now your hole was ready for his tongue. He slipped it inside, letting it slowly slide in to its full length.

You whimpered in response, hands flying to his yellow hair. “Keep going.”

He listened to your pleads, swirling his muscle around in circles before pulling out and searching upwards for your buzzing clit. You felt his lips wrap around it, applying suction on it, during all of this the tip of his tongue poked through his lips and flicked at your bud.

“So close, Sanji!” Your legs enclosed on his torso, trapping him. His actions became faster, suction harder and flicking harsher. It was all too much for your aching cunt, your climax was nearing.

Just as you were about to let go, you heard a voice coming from outside the door. “Sanji! I’m hungry when it food going to be ready!?”

“Have some patience Luffy, you pig!” He pulled away to yell at the pirate captain, stuffing his face back in like nothing had happened.

“Sanj-ji he’s going to walk in here!” You felt tears sting your eyes at the stressful situation that had a chance to occur, but the tears were also present in your eyes due to the fact that the feeling from before was back again.

The cook didn’t respond, eating you out the same as before the interruption. You panted, pawing at his locks as you came on Sanjis mouth.

He quickly licked it all up, placing your panties back on and flattened out your skirt to normal just in time before the energetic black haired boy came barreling through the kitchen doors.

[chibinasuu]

Zoro x Reader ― by the fire; cuddling

part of the cozy holidays event

🎁 ― @kyllium tags: sfw, pure fluff, established relationship, GN!reader, no use of y/n

Roronoa Zoro was not and had never been a cuddler. 

…or so he claimed. 

As you sat on a log by the bonfire, in a banquet after the Straw Hats successfully liberated yet another kingdom, Roronoa Zoro was clinging to you like his life depended on it. 

Sanji was running around trying to find a cam-snail, hoping to capture the moment for future blackmail material. Robin was giggling quietly to herself, amused by the swordsman’s uncharacteristic behavior. 

The green-haired man was too drunk to care. 

He had (foolishly) challenged Jinbe to a drinking contest, which he had obviously lost, badly.

The fishman was chatting happily with the locals across the clearing, seemingly unbothered by the unholy amount of alcohol he had just consumed. Meanwhile, his opponent had entered a relaxed, half-drowsy state that he always found himself in whenever he drank more than he should, which admittedly, was not often. 

You could only sit frozen in space, cheeks burning, trying to avoid Nami’s gaze as she teasingly made kissy faces at you. Your arms were tight on your sides, trapped by Zoro’s thick ones wrapped around your figure. His face was buried in your neck, and your breath hitched when you felt his lips brush once, twice, against the sensitive skin. 

You were no stranger to Zoro's touches. He had his affectionate moments whenever the two of you were alone, but in public? The most he had ever done was hold your hand in front of the crew. 

“Zoro,” You whispered, “People are watching.”

“Don’t care.” He mumbled as he nuzzled closer to you, “Let ‘em see how much I love you.”

You couldn’t stifle the smile that crept up your face, but Zoro was apparently not done talking yet. 

“Do you know how much I love you?” He slurred as he pulled his head back to look at you, his smile as soft as you had ever seen it, “I’m so in love with you, it‘s making me dizzy.”

You decided that you liked drunk Zoro. 

The man was not exactly vocal with his declarations of love, so it was always nice to hear him say it out loud once in a while.  

You laughed and wriggled your arms out of his tight grip, using them to pull him even closer to you. You gave him a small kiss on the top of his head, “I love you too, Zoro, but that’s probably the alcohol making you dizzy.” 

You know your beloved swordsman would probably be mortified by all of this tomorrow – if he could even remember anything – but for now, you gladly basked in his affection, despite being slightly embarrassed yourself. 

You let him lean on you as he rested his bones  – he deserved it after today's long battle. The crackling of the dying fire only added to his drowsiness, and you could see his eyelid fluttering, struggling to stay open. 

You stroke his hair gently, playing with the spiky ends on his nape. Zoro sighed out your name, muttering a couple more I-love-yous into your ear for good measure. His hand on your waist subtly slipped under your top, his thumb drawing lazy circles on your bare skin. 

As the flames slowly turned into embers, you were grateful for the darkness that hid your flushed skin and dilated pupils. 

“Zoro, are you asleep?”

A soft grunt indicated that he was still awake, but barely.

“Do you want to go back to the ship? You should get into bed and get some proper sleep.”

He answered with a deeper grunt. You were fluent enough in Zoro’s grunts by now that you knew that meant ‘yes’. 

After bidding good night to everyone who remained at the banquet, you half-led, half-dragged Zoro back to the Thousand Sunny, with your arm wrapped around his waist, and his arm slung around your shoulders.

You didn’t complain about his massive weight bearing down on you – not when he stopped every few steps to press tender kisses to your cheek.

a/n: this is practically a self-indulgent fic that feeds into my headcanon that zoro gets extremely affectionate whenever he was drunk

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[shy-writer-999]

sleepy boyfriend headcanons! zoro edition (sfw)

summary: how does your boyfriend act when he's sleepy? is he a heavy sleeper? a light sleeper? what's his usual sleeping position? does he snore? ~800 words. CW: SFW! gender neutral language!

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro who, when he isnt working out, is almost always knocked out somewhere on the ship. usually, it’s his bed, but you never know. he’s quite fond of naps and could fall asleep on concrete if he had to.

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro snores sometimes and he sleeps like a rock. it’s hard to move him around. it’s weird because most of the time when you’re there trying to wake him up (for dinner, usually), he’s immovable, but if there’s danger or someone tries to attack him in his sleep, he’s awake in a millisecond—he’s always on guard, except around you. he knows that when it’s just you, he can be completely comfortable.

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro sleeps in short boxers or boxer briefs sometimes. his thick thighs and abs and happy trail and pecs are on full display. he’s just so… big. big hands, big shoulders, big arms. big everything.

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro sleeps flat on his back most of the time. but he’s also fond of sleeping on his side, especially when you’re around. in general, though, he isn’t too picky, since he can fall asleep anywhere, any time.

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro is a cuddler, surprisingly. but he’s so big and muscly that it can be uncomfortable sometimes. he’s fucking heavy so when his arm is thrown across you at the wrong angle, it kind of feels like he’s squishing you. you would have never expected it, but he also likes to hold hands when he falls asleep. he’ll spoon you and intertwine his fingers with yours before he drifts off to sleep in minutes. he’ll pull you closer while he sleeps too. if you didn’t like him so much it might be suffocating, but he makes you feel safe, secure, and loved, even when he’s unconscious.

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro often has bad dreams. he jolts awake at night with his heart racing. the dreams have to do with the crew most of the time. but other times, they’re stress dreams about make believe, wild scenarios from his childhood. he seems levelheaded during the day (unless Sanji is around), so you’d never guess how distraught and out of control he feels at night sometimes. when he wakes up after a nightmare, frequently in the middle of the night, it brings him immediate solace hearing your slow breaths beside him. he’ll get closer to you for comfort. you make him feel secure and protected, even if he doesn’t verbalize that a lot.

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro looks soft and peaceful when he’s asleep (and not having nightmares). his brows relax, his lips aren’t drawn in a thin, taut line anymore, and sometimes he drools a little bit. the look on his face, so youthful and unbothered, is enough to melt your heart.

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro wakes up with the absolute cutest bedhead. his green hair is messed up with tufts sticking out at odd angles. he yawns and pulls you closer. he’s like a koala bear or something. can’t get enough of you and wants to touch you all the time. some may consider it possessive. he presses his body flush with yours and pulls you in as tight as he can.

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro has a raspy voice when he first wakes up. it’s deeper than usual and husky… the sound really does something to you. “morning” he says, gruffly, and then pulls you across the bed and into his arms. he nuzzles into your neck and takes a deep breath. he loves how you smell.

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro sleeps in way too much. you’re usually up before him. you lay in bed for a while and soak in the comfort of the sheets and his presence. but after a little bit, you get up and go do your morning routine. when you’re tasked with rousing him for breakfast, he tries to convince you to get back into bed with him. ever the fan of wrapping an arm around your waist, he’ll reach out and pull you towards him. it’s hard to say no to him. more times than you can count, you’ve given into his pleading. “c’mon,” he cracks an eye open, looks you up and down, and reaches his arm out. “come back to bed. just a little while longer. ‘m tired.” you retort that he’s almost always tired and he says “yeah, so?”

・❥・sleepy boyfriend!zoro manages to convince you to crawl back into bed with him, even if it means you’ll completely miss lunch (Sanji’s so sweet, he knows to set food aside for you… although he refuses to do so for ‘mosshead’). when you climb into the covers with him, he cozies up.

a/n: i have an nsfw edition as well & will publish it in the next couple days (and i actually mean shortly this time, not in a month LMAOOO)!

check out my masterlist here, as well as the other sfw headcanon collection i have!

[grandline-fics]

Soft Mornings With You

DESCRIPTION: Lazy mornings with them

WARNINGS: none, just fluff

CHARACTERS: Ace, Law, Mihawk | Marco, Crocodile, Sanji

WORDS: 1,157

A/N: Couldn't get the thought out of my head and had to write it. Hope you all enjoy

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST

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ACE

You both loved and hated the mornings on the Moby Dick. You loved the constant, steady warmth  in the embrace you shared with your lover that greeted you as you slowly woke. You hated the fact that you would soon have to pull yourself out of the blissful feeling and go about your tasks for the day. As the haze of sleep lifted you stirred reluctantly. While lifting a hand to rub your eyes you stretched your body out from the all too comfortable position you’d been sleeping in. As expected the second you moved, the arm that had been around you tightened and pulled you closer against his side, while nuzzling his head against your neck. 

“Ace, it’s morning…” You mumbled tiredly, unable to put too much insistence into your words. As much as you wanted to stay curled up in bed and relish a little longer in bed you knew it’d only drag out until the point both you and Ace got into trouble. With a tired huff, you tapped on his arm. “Ace, c’mon. Pops’ll get annoyed if we sleep in again.” You warned, thankful to hear his groggy grumble sound in your ear. Getting him to stir was the first and sometimes hardest step. It was time to be a bit tougher, slowly you lifted the covers and began to rise out of the bed. 

The second your foot touched the floor a small burst of fire appeared, startling you backwards as a small yelp broke from your lips. Your back hit against Ace’s chest as his waiting arms wrapped around you, pulling you back into the warmth and comfort of the bed. “Ace! You are such an ass.” You grumbled as he laughed in your ear. 

“It’s your fault for trying to get out of bed too soon.” He murmured with a low yawn as his fingers lightly traced patterns on your arm and across your back. “Another little while won’t hurt.” You scowled lightly as you felt your body reacting to his touch as he knew it would. With every movement you could feel you body relax more and more and with every second it was getting harder to refuse him. 

With a long yawn building in your chest, you snuggled closer against Ace and let your eyes fall closed again. “Fine, but if we get in trouble you’re taking most of the responsibility.” You mumbled, a small content smile growing as he laughed in your ear which was the best sound to drift back to sleep to. 

LAW

Law’s the Captain and also as the doctor he knows the importance of getting a good night’s rest. He knows but when it comes to himself, it’s advice he conveniently tends to ignore. He tells himself that there’s just too much to do and he needs to be ready at a moment’s notice should something on the ship need his attention. For the longest while he’d stay up for as long as he could, only grabbing quick naps and a handful of hours sleep at most. That was his routine, at least it had been his routine. Thanks to your interference into his life, everything had changed. 

No longer slumped awkwardly in the chair by his desk he now found himself waking each morning in his bed with you draped over his chest, your hand on his heart. Law would allow himself the extra moments to listen to your even, deep breaths, just enjoying the calm of the morning and the tranquility you brought him. Eventually though he knew he had to be the responsible captain and get up but your body would react anytime he tried to rise without you to grant you a little longer in bed. 

His hand lightly ran over your back and immediately you stirred. Your hand found his and you squeezed it in an affectionate greeting as you stifled a yawn. Pushing yourself up you smiled to give Law a slow kiss that he happily returned. “You can stay in bed for a little while longer if you want.” He told you when you pulled back and began to sit up properly. 

“Now Captain, I’d hate for you to be giving special treatment.” You began with a smile only to roll your eyes when Law gave you a pointed look. What you two did in the privacy of his room was completely different and that was special treatment you certainly only wanted to be the one receiving. “You know what I mean. Chores and routine I’m to be treated equally.” You clarified needlessly but it was worth it to see the carefree amusement light Law’s eyes. 

MIHAWK

“You’re staring.” Mihawk didn’t even need to open his eyes to know you were already awake and observing him. Although what you found so interesting about his face after all these years together and so early in the morning he didn’t know. He shifted in the bed and relaxed his head further into the pillows which unintentionally shielded him from you. When your fingers pinched his chin and turned his head towards you again, Mihawk finally cracked his eyes open to see you smiling warmly at him, your stare alight and focused. “Something I should be self-conscious about?”

“Not in the slightest.” You grinned, letting your fingers trail up along his jaw to run over his cheek and finally through his hair that had become dishevelled from sleep. “Perfect as always. I just like committing it all to memory since we were apart for a while.” You explained, noting the way Mihawk’s expression steeled slightly. It was just how things were with you two. 

You both had your own journeys to take and usually it meant being without the other. But when you reunited again, things were always on the softer side, not that a certain swordsman liked to have that kind of reputation be public knowledge. “I especially love the cute little faces you pull when you’re sound asleep.” You teased to break the tension, grinning when he caught your wrist and pressed a kiss against your palm before letting it settle on his chest. His lips quirked into a small frown which only made your smile grow. “You can’t say you don’t make cute faces, you’re always asleep when it happens.”

“If you’re talking nonsense then you need more sleep, love.” Mihawk muttered pulling one of the pillows out from behind him to drop it onto your head, unable to fight his own smirk when you laughed and returned the playful attack by hitting his chest with the same pillow. Faster than you could react, Mihawk rolled onto his side, tucking his arm behind your head and securing his other arm around your waist to hold you close. You smiled at Mihawk lovingly and settled again in his hold, more than used to his own way of showing affection and being clingy in his own way. 

[nocturnalrorobin]

A little headcannon for a sleep deprived reader and some guys. Nothing to spicy. ******************************************Kidd: If his s/o couldn't sleep he would approach it quite simply; fuck until you collapse in his arms.  Of course chances are it wasn't enough for him and he keeps going if you gave permission beforehand.  

Killer: It's just the two of you so he removes his mask. He tells you to lay down with a lot of concern in his voice. You pull him close so you can nuzzle against his neck. When you feel his lips on your forehead and you look up you both end up in a deep and passionate kiss. 

Heat: The big softie will not let you leave bed until you get a good night's sleep, of course he stays with you. Spooning you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. 

Sanji: Always knowing what's best for you, he will cook something special for his love that will help you sleep without problem, because your wellbeing has priority to him. 

Zoro: I honestly believe he would just try to physically wear you down and then carry you to bed.  

Law: He would make sure to get you to sleep, as he himself knows how it feels to not sleep. He would start by giving you the classic milk with honey. 

Katakuri: He will place you gently on his huge chest and slowly caress your back in a soothing manner.  While you listen to his heartbeat and his breathing.  

[inoreuct]

Little headcanon/tidbit time :D it takes a while for him to be comfortable doing so, but whenever sanji gets nightmares now he shuffles over to zoros bunk and climbs in. He tries not to wake Zoro but always fails, zoro just nuzzles his face in Sanjis hair and holds him close until he stops trembling <3 zoro is reluctant to seek the same sort of comfort for his own nightmares no matter how desperately he wants it, until one night hes so tired he just gives up and crawls under the blankets next to the cook, from then on it's a regular occurrence

zoro is used to waking up with someone crawling into his bed; a very specific blond, gangly someone with terrifyingly sharp elbows and ginger hands, trying to fit the both of them in a bunk not made for two. he is used to waking up to sanji’s shaking shoulders. he is used to pulling the cook to his chest, whispering sweet nothings into his hair, running a soothing palm up and down his spine until he’s calmed down from whatever had come for him when he’d closed his eyes. he is used to draping an arm around sanji’s waist and drifting off as the cook wraps lithe arms across his back and tosses a leg over his hip, a cold nose shoved into the crook of his neck, figuring out how their bodies fit together as if they don’t already know.

in the beginning, zoro hadn’t understood why sanji had chosen him of all people; now he’s just grateful for the privilege. he enjoys providing that sense of safety. he likes being the protector, the one who can pick up the slack when his nakama are tired, and sanji is much, much more than just nakama to him.

but right now his blood is thrumming electric with adrenaline and he can feel every single beat of his heart through his entire body, too fast and too hard and too loud in his ears. every time this happens he talks himself down, wraps his forearms low over his gut and curls up, breathes through it until it no longer feels like he’s about to shatter out of his skin. he’s supposed to be the strong one. the safe haven.

but he’s tired. he’s so, so tired, and sanji is just two bunks away, and zoro wants. he wants, desperately, and maybe he’s so tired that he just doesn’t care anymore—

because he gets up quietly, his fingertips numb, avoiding the creaky plank that he knows is there as he creeps over to sanji’s bed and sits at the edge of the mattress. his boyfriend is sound asleep, face smooth and devoid of worry. he should go back; there really is no reason to—

“m’rimo?” sanji squints up at him, raising a hand to scrub over his face, and zoro goes still like it would make him invisible. it doesn’t work, of course, and the cook seems to understand immediately, tugging the blanket out from under zoro’s weight and lifting the corner. “c’mere.”

and who is zoro not to listen? he crawls beneath the blanket, squeezing himself small so that they can both fit. he isn't the lightest; he doubts sanji would be comfortable with zoro laying on top of him, but the cook puts a stop to that by pressing a hand to the back of zoro's neck and pulling him down. “i said come here," sanji grumbles, wiggling until zoro is settled on his chest. “nightmare?”

“mm,” zoro mumbles, already a bit too gone to deny it. he's warm, he's safe, sanji's slender fingers are carding through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp and it might just be the best thing in the world right now. the exhaustion slams into him like a battering ram and punches the buzzing, frantic dance straight out from under his skin; he lets himself capsize, sinking down, down, down into the darkness, but he is present enough to feel it when sanji presses a soft kiss to his forehead.

he slides his hands up, palms spread on either side of sanji’s ribs; laying like this zoro can hear every beat of his heart, feel it against his temple and cheekbone, feel the rise and fall of his lover’s lungs, soothing as the rocking of the sea. “go to sleep,” sanji breathes, quiet; the words are pressed into his hair and they wrap him in a gossamer veil of comfort, fragile in the velvet darkness of the quarters they share.

he lets his eyes slip shut and feels the last of the tension drain out of him from the way sanji kneads gently at his nape, knees coming up to bracket zoro’s waist. the cook’s sleep shirt is soft beneath his cheek; one of zoro’s old ones, he suddenly remembers, that he’d worn faded and threadbare and had found mysteriously missing from his closet. sanji smells good, like clean things and warmth and the faint milky-sweet scent of his soap on his skin, and zoro nuzzles into his chest as familiar hands tuck under his arms to press grounding between his shoulder blades.

he falls asleep. sanji’s heartbeat is the only thing he knows.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Can I request for how sabo, ace, law and sanji would help their female!reader s/o who has insomnia to fall asleep? Some fluff with cuddles and stuff :D

So I almost didn't write this. It was seriously pretty vague. Luckily I had some ideas floating around in my brain, but seriously, more detail next time please.

Warnings: insomnia, pills (insomnia medication)

Word Count: 1255

     It was a near constant thing for you. Tossing and turning, trying your damnedest to get some sleep. Hoping you didn’t wake your beloved boyfriend as he slept. He already needed as much sleep as he could get as is, you didn’t want to make it worse by waking him in the middle of the night. This night was a little different. Tonight you had woken him up. You’d gotten up to go take a walk, maybe look at the stars, something to calm your mind, wear out your body, and help you sleep. It was only a few minutes before he’d woken up, his sleep interrupted by the lack of a person next to him. While he was usually a pretty deep sleeper, there was something about you that he needed to sleep. Without you by his side, he just couldn’t sleep. So he’d sought you out, wrapping his arms around you when he found you. You’d felt so horrible for waking him, but he’d just smiled and held you close. 

Sabo

     Sabo rested his head on your shoulder, his eyes closed, clearly still sleepy.

     “What’re you doing out here, angel?” he muttered sleepily, swaying the both of you back and forth as you stood there, the motion making him sleepier.

     “Sorry, I couldn’t sleep. Did… did I wake you?” you asked, flinching. 

     “Mmm, you? No, the lack of you? Yes.” Sabo continued to mutter, about to fall asleep standing up with you in his arms. You cringed, so you had woken him up in a sense. 

     “I didn’t mean to wake you, I just couldn't get to sleep tonight.” you said, biting your lip slightly. It was true, you couldn’t get to sleep tonight… or any other night.

     “Why don’t we try some relaxing tea this time?” Sabo offered, making your brow furrow.

     “This time?” you asked, looking at him, watching him nod.

     “You think I don’t know you’re an insomniac? I see the dark circles under your eyes, how you’re tired but can’t sleep, and no matter how late I stay up working, you’re always awake when I head to bed.” he said, making your eyes widen. You honestly hadn’t thought he’d noticed, but then again, this was Sabo, so perhaps you’d given him too little credit. Sighing, you nodded, following Sabo inside, stopping by the kitchen, watching as he practically sleep walked around making tea. Heading back to your room, you sipped on the tea, finding yourself growing sleepier and sleepier with every step. Was this how they got Sabo to sleep when he was ‘too busy’ to sleep? Thankfully, you were both out as soon as your heads hit the pillows, happily snuggled up together in a rather deep sleep.

Ace

     Typically Ace got plenty of sleep, often falling asleep in the middle of conversations, meals, meetings with the other commanders! Even still, you didn’t want to wake him up at night and possibly make things worse. Yet here he was, holding you as you stood under the stars on the deck of the Moby Dick.

     “C’me bac t’ b’d wit me.” he ‘said’ as he gently tugged you back towards his cabin. At this point, you were starting to wonder if he was actually just sleep talking… and walking.

     “Yeah, yeah, okay. I’m sorry for waking you.” you said softly, making the boy smile.

     “Mm mm, di’n w’ke me up.” he slurred with a shake of his head, finally managing to pull you back to the bedroom, “seep be’r wif you.” you couldn’t help but smile at him as you both got under the covers. Honestly, you didn’t think you were getting to sleep, but at least this way, he could sleep. Normally Ace would pull you close and spoon you as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. This time, however, he pulled you close, resting your head over his heart, his body heating up ever so slightly. You couldn’t help but smile, finding the warm and heartbeat soothing. The warmth, comfort and beat soon had you fast asleep in his arms.

Sanji

     Looking at the blond, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. He always woke up early each morning to start cooking breakfast, making sure everyone had plenty to eat. Now here he was, holding you gently as you sat in the lounge. 

     “You should come back to bed with me, mon amour.” he whispered, nuzzling against you like he so often did, “I’ll make you something to help you sleep.” following him into the kitchen, you were a little surprised by how he managed to cook so well despite being half asleep. Granted, it was tea, but watching him, it was chamomile tea with a splash of milk and honey and lightly sprinkled with almond and walnut powder. Setting the beverage down, he smiled at you, resting his head on your shoulder as you tried the drink, finding the taste to be rather amazing. 

     “I… thank you, mon cheri.” you said, kissing him on the cheek. 

     “I’ll make it every night, if you wish. I know you have trouble sleeping, belle.” he said, making you smile. Sanji always seemed to notice everything when it came to you. 

     “I’d like that, though perhaps not so late at night. I don’t want to wake you up like this all the time.” you said, making him smile.

     “I would for you, though. You know I would do anything for you.” he said, picking you up bridal style once you’d finished the drink and carrying you back to bed. You didn’t even remember getting into bed, fast asleep in his arms before he could tuck you in.

Law

     Being an insomniac himself, Law already knew that you had insomnia, knew how you struggled with it. Unable to sleep most nights, tossing and turning when you tried, the dark circles under your eyes that matched his. You always used the excuse that you were only staying up to help him with work and to double check that everything was alright on the Polar Tang, but Law wasn’t stupid. Tonight was another night, unable to sleep as you helped him with work. After a moment, the young man stood up, walking over to a cabinet and looking for something. Staring at him in confusion, you watched him go through bottles of various medications. What was he doing and why? After a moment, he pulled out a bottle and walked back, pulling out a few pills and setting them on the desk.

     “Take 2 of those. We need sleep.” he said simply before grabbing the other 2 and easily downing them.

     “The hell are you talking about?” you asked, looking at the medication.

     “I mean we both have insomnia and we need some damned sleep. Now take it so we can go to bed.” Law ordered as you looked at him in slight bewilderment. You shouldn’t be surprised that he’d figured it out, he was a doctor, but part of you was still surprised anyway. Hesitantly, you grabbed the 2 pills, grabbing a cup of water and taking them. Almost as soon as you’d taken them, Law was shamblesing you both to your room, getting both of you ready before crawling into bed and wrapping his arms around you.

     “They’ll take a little bit to kick in, but I figured we could lay here for a bit.” Law said quietly, simply holding you. Snuggling up to him, you nodded, the two of you just cuddling until you’d finally passed out.

[ink-perfect]

no better way to start the morning.

─ about: animanga/live action zoro x gn!reader, ft. east blue 5⋆. fluff, 2nd person ⋆. established relationship, dare, risque name-calling 😜 ─ synopsis: under the conditions of a deal with nami, the remaining four of the east blue five see what your boyfriend zoro is really like with you in the morning…

the room is quiet, layered with tension so thick you could cut through it with a knife. luffy, nami, usopp and sanji can barely contain their excitement, snickering from their hiding spots. you give them a sideways glance, cheeks flushing slightly as you try to telepathically beg zoro to wake up and end this ridiculous situation early. but of course, he remains blissfully unaware, his face nuzzled into the warm crook of your neck.

“hey…w-ake up…” you start, voice cracking after the second syllable. wow, you are nervous.

you knew it was risky, accepting this dare, but nami had promised to clear your debt to her if you let them see what zoro was like with you in the morning.

"mnnnnngh…just another minute please, baby…" he mutters, still half-asleep. his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you even closer, a pillow he refuses to part with.

cheeks reddening, your elbow finds his ribs as a plan b, but he still barely even stirs. you feel desperation start to creep into your voice as you continue. "no, you have to wake up now, zoro," you insist, firmer this time.

this makes the green-haired swordsman shift. still groggy, he mumbles, “zoro? what happened to calling me da-”

your hand flies up, clamping over his mouth in a flash before he can finish his sentence. "SHHH!" you hiss, cheeks burning bright red. you can feel zoro’s muffled chuckle against your palm, and can only hope he doesn’t decide to push this matter further.

the room stays silent for a beat, calm before the storm.

now, it has erupted into chaos. luffy falls backward in laughter, rolling on the floor while clutching his sides. usopp is wheezing, trying to keep it together but failing miserably. nami’s face is buried in her hands, shaking her head. “i can’t believe this,” she mutters, but there's a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. sanji’s eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. “WHAT WAS THE END OF THAT SENTENCE GOING TO BE?!” he exclaims, his face turning red with equal parts amusement and jealousy.

zoro's mouth breaks into a cheesy grin under your hand, to which you respond by pressing it further into his face. “mmph… fine, fine, i’m up…” he opens one eye slowly, feigning laziness, even though the chaos in the room could have woken up a hibernating bear. taking in the scene of the straw hats in various states of entertainment, he can’t help but give another smile.

“guess the secret’s out,” he adds, voice still muffled by your palm and thick with sleep, completely unbothered.

you lean down, cheeks still flushed, mortified but determined to maintain a cool facade in front of the crew. “you’re so paying for this later…” you murmur, barely containing a laugh.

zoro smirks back, his mouth curling against your hand. “looking forward to it, mommy.” he teases back, his voice husky but playful, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.

the room erupts with laughter again, filling every corner of the room with a contagious joy. luffy is now pounding the floor with his fist, his face turning red from how hard he's laughing. usopp has fully collapsed against nami, who is struggling not to laugh herself, while sanji, still blushing furiously, throws his hands up in exasperation. "of all the things to wake up to…" he mutters under his breath, but the small smile on his lips betrays him.

as you watch this unfold, you feel a rush of warmth spreading through your chest - mostly embarrassment, sure, but also something sweeter. you take in your ridiculous, chaotic crew - each one caught in their own moment of joy, full-fledged pirates' spirits lifted by something as simple as this silly dare. you can’t help but smile.

no better way to start the morning.

── ౨ৎ masterlist

[roronoaswifey]

𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.

summary. (how to get) the monster trio cumming in their pants untouched.

pairing. monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji x afab!reader (separate)

wc. 1.2k

kazu’s note. take these crumbs as i suffer from writer’s block 🚶🏾‍♀️

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐃. 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘— consented somnophilia, mentioned overstimulation.

nights like these, luffy found hardest to seek for sleep. there wasn’t anything specific that had triggered this sudden want, but one minute he’s trying to fall asleep with a boner, the next he’s got you on your back, one leg draped over his shoulder. your legs are spread so prettily, so welcoming and luffy can’t help but grind against your clothed cunt, the silk material of your pyjama shorts easing the movements. his pace is steady and careful at first, the bottom of his top tucked in between his teeth, his stomach contracting as his abs clench, bulge rubbing against your warmth, seeking for relief. you’re too good for him, staying still and quiet, letting him take care of both of you so nicely, without stirring awake.

though, luffy is known to be impatient; so to no surprise does he suddenly pick up the pace when you shift just slightly on your side, unintentionally opening yourself further and mumble an unintelligible moan. luffy whines as he ruts desperately, like an animal in heat, as he leaves open mouthed kissed down the skin of your leg, hand slipping past the waistband of your shorts and thumbing at your clit lazily. he’s got all this pent up energy he’s ready to release, and dear god, your quiet whines trigger something animalistic within. luffy leans forward, wanting to hear more of you, wanting to smell more of you, as he nuzzles his nose deep in the crook of your neck, humps growing more frantic and desperate. he feels his stomach tightening and suddenly he wants you awake to experience this with him.

being the perfect soul you were, you were drawn out of your slumber and woke up to a whiny luffy, babbling about how good you feel, how perfect you are for him, how he just can’t get enough of you. still exhausted but wanting to see your captain crumble at your touch, your slipped a hand at his raven locks and tugged tight while the other sat at his waist and encouraged him to rut deeper. he sunk his teeth deep into your flesh, soothing the wound with a swipe of his tongue and a mumbled apology. your soft whines and strokes at his back coax him into his anticipated orgasm, grinding and emptying himself while rubbing against your heat. he’s finished cumming but he can’t help but keep at it, wanting to share this blissful sensation with you, and so he forces his movements, mind set on having you cumming for him too. the overstimulation may be a lot, tears forming at his lash line and choppy whines echoing into the quiet night, but for the sake of you, he’s willing to put himself through the pleasurable pain, all but expecting the next upcoming orgasm.

𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎— nipple play, slight masochism/sadism, mentioned degradation.

slick lips sloshed one over the other, the tilt of heads only deepening the contact as your tongue brushed and sucked at his. thighs straddling at each sides of his waist, zoro felt his mind go dizzy with arousal at the feel of your hips rocking into him. surely it was unintentional, simply following through with the flow, but with the slight bite of your teeth at the tip of his tongue and the way your scent clouded his senses, he couldn’t help but groan loudly into you. calloused hands searched for skin-to-skin contact with you, despite not knowing how to express however he’s feeling, and so he follows your rhythm, big hands easing into your grinding.

somehow along the lingering touches and grinding, had you taken account of the cold jewelry that sat beneath his top and into perked buds. now sucking onto his bottom lip and simultaneously flicking at the hardened nipple, nail grazing the flesh, had he noticed the painful strain at his dick in his pants. vice claw grip on your waist, zoro whined almost pitifully into your mouth, chasing your mouth further as drool pooled from both your mouths with teeth clashing, and the damn momentum of your clothed cunt rubbing over his weeping dick, on top of your mean tugs at his jewelled nipples. you mumbled something along the lines of how would the crew react to seeing their scary swordsman “all slutty just for me”, and dammit, zoro usually had great self control so he couldn’t understand why he could he felt his balls tightening at your degradation.

tongue shoved deep in your mouth, zoro hoped it’d be able to muffle his uncharacteristic moans, arms wrapping tight around your waist. when your kisses trailed from his jaw, to his neck, to the three golden earrings that chimed silently with movement, zoro felt himself finishing embarrassingly quick. your pinches at his pretty jewellery, sitting through sensitive brown buds, the dry stimulation of your hips rutting at his throbbing cock, the lick of your tongue at the shell of his ear, breath warm with a quiet moan resonating in his ear. it took no less than a “that’s it baby.” to get him to finish his load before it could even begin, hands lifting your hips up and slamming you down on his leaking bulge, emptying himself in his pants where he imagines you’d be, naked and warm and tight, milking him dry for what he’s worth.

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈— face sitting, dacryphilia.

sitting down on the flat of sanji’s tongue, you grabbed ahold of the wooden bed frame before you for stability. rocking your hips back and forth, sanji watched through blue eyes as you tucked your bottom lip beneath your top row teeth, snaked a hand beneath the white button down top he wore a few hours ago, hand groping at your chest, body jerking at teasing flicks of your hardened buds. the sweet and divine taste of you sat on his tastebuds with such delicacy, leaving him with such a want— a crave for more. the overwhelming scent of your musk had his brain in mush and slacks impossibly tighter. you were blessing him the opportunity of you using him for your pleasure— and holy fuck, sanji could feel loads of pre dribbling down his slit.

you whined and cried and called out his name, fingers abandoning the bed frame and settling for the mess of golden locks below you, nails gripping tight. “sanji, please!” the tip of his nose had bumped into your clit, your cunt now truly engulfing all of him, and even with the lack of oxygen, he couldn’t find it in him to care. with encouraging hands, he guided you up and down, back and forth on his tongue, asking and pleading you to use all of him to your advantage through his own muffled whines. sanji’s thighs clenched, involuntarily searching for some release as the strain was gradually worsening. but no, this was purely about your pleasure and yours alone.

how could he not focus on your benefit alone when he has you riding his face while begging for more, sweet juices flowing down your cunt and down to his stubble, the softness of your plush thighs squeezing his head subconsciously. your breast bounced so hypnotically to the pace you set, head thrown back as you babbled praises and gratitude to the blonde. the hypocrite he was, hard on still begging for attention, but no, not when he felt splatters of tears trailing down your cheeks and onto his forehead. sanji’s often against the idea of a lowly man bringing a lady to tears, but something in the way your plump lips fell into a pout, teary eyes watching him with such want, that he couldn’t help the whiny moan that ripped through him, orgasm coaxing all throughout, staining his briefs white with shame.

ehhh 🙎🏾‍♀️

[sanjisblackasswife]

What sleeping positions do you think the monster trio would regularly sleep in? (With y/n in the same bed)

There are so many I can think of w them all but I’ll do their go to’s

How The Monster Trio Sleeps with You w Visuals(SFW)

Sanji:

110% a boobie/butt sleeper and little spoon.

He loves being held. He craves your attention and affection like a golden doodle.

The feeling of his hair is always so soft and a bit ticklish on your neck and chin it also feels that way because he tends to pepper your chest in kisses.

There are a few times you managed to see both of his eyebrows while sleeping and you pushed his hair back. He has complete trust in you and knows you won’t poke fun at his curly brows being exposed at the same time so he doesn’t really mind it.

Of course Sanji will never not hold you when you want it, but after a long day of cooking and fighting beside his captain and crew mates he wants nothing more than to snuggle between your breast and arms.

Zoro

Also loves being held (will never admit it because he’s a baby w pride) but it always ends with him holding you.

These positions occur as you both shift and turn while sleeping. Sometimes he moves in the position he likes so smoothly you don’t even notice even if you’re a light sleeper

His chest makes amazing pillows and hearing his heart beat and his shallow breathes as his chin is right above your head is soothing.

He nuzzles into your back and neck a lot from behind, arms around your tummy tightly grumbling something in his sleep

Luffy

He’s such a touchy yet wild sleeper so if you both aren’t sleeping off the edge of the bed you guys cuddle pretty erratically

He likes it when you hold on to him as he sleeps. He’s a pretty deep sleeper anyways so you can move him however you like but don’t be surprised if he wakes up and pushes you off on accident

After Ace died he started only going to sleep holding you like on the right, Luffy held you that way as a coping mechanism

He drools on you alot. sometimes even leaves hickies because he was trying to eat you.

[misc-headcanons]

Hey! May I request some morning after HCs for Sanji Law and Zoro with a fem s/o?

Sanji 

Regardless of chest size, he naturally rests his head against his s/o’s breasts. He is naturally inclined to nestle himself in the tiddy, and may actually dream about soft things as a result whenever his cheek and lips brush against them--kissing really soft rose petals, floating on an extra-soft and silky lilypad in the ocean, etc. He always wakes up from a pleasant dream when he’s spent the night with his s/o.

If his s/o has said she’d be okay with it, he’d want to wake her up with some morning oral. If not, that’s okay too! He’ll try his best not to wake them up if he’s up before them, but he’ll move a little bit to hold them closer and maybe gently kiss their cheek. 

Will NOT get up until his s/o is awake because he doesn’t want to wake her. Once her eyes open, he’ll run his fingers on her sides before giving them a good morning kiss. The two of them only get up after at least a few minutes of cuddling under the sheets, minimum. He’ll offer to make them breakfast before anyone else on the crew, and he’ll even carry them to the dining room bridal style after putting on a robe or something on her; he’ll put on a shirt and pants before heading out with them, of course. He’d love to see her wearing his shirt or jacket as a nightshirt, but he’ll still insist on putting a robe or something over her as well. He doesn’t want anyone else to see how cute she looks wearing his shirt and nothing else.

He’ll draw a bath for her if she wants one, and if she says she’s not hungry he’ll join her (if not, he wants to make breakfast for her as soon as possible. He hates the idea of his beloved having any kind of hunger, even if it’s barely there at all). 

If she wants to help him cook or make a cup of coffee/tea while he’s in the kitchen, he always hugs her from behind at least once whenever she’s in proximity to him. He’s so ridiculously affectionate, but in the morning it’s a special kind of softness. It’s less over the top with his heart eyes and dramatic declarations, and feels much more intimate when he gives her a sleepy kiss and gently sways a bit while he holds her close from behind as the breakfast he’s made for the two of them is cooling off on the counter.

Law

He has nightmares more often than not, but they rarely happen after he’s spent the night with his s/o. Something about their presence makes him feel less tense/wound-up/stressed, so sleeping with them is much more comforting and pleasant than sleeping alone. This is more apparent if they’d had sex the night before, and he thinks it’s due to the endorphins released during orgasm. This is a half-truth: it’s because he loves her. Endorphins. Law, you fucking nerd.

He naturally wakes up early and he enjoys just watching his s/o sleep until she wakes up. Out of context, he knows it sounds kind of creepy to just watch his s/o sleep. It’s just comforting to see her safe and comfortable next to him, you know? It subconsciously lets him relax, even if it’s just a little bit. Plus...she looks cute when she sleeps.

When he sees that she’s awake, he usually just puts his hand on hers as opposed to full-on cuddling the way Sanji does. Still, if she did it he wouldn’t mind at all. He’s kind of quiet in the morning and doesn’t talk much, just enjoying their shared warmth in the bed and the hazy dim light from the surface coming through the water while the Tang is submerged.

Is definitely the kind of guy who enjoys morning sex: Lazy, casual, sleepy kisses and wandering hands underneath the sheets. He likes how domestic it feels since he doesn’t get to experience that very often. He’ll initiate it either in bed or after they both get up and are in the shower together, under the guise of washing her back or something before his hands travel lower and lower.

Zoro

Zoro doesn’t sleep longer than maybe 2 or 3 hours at a time, so this would be more of a post-sex nap than a full night’s sleep after sex. If it is late and his s/o is in deep sleep like a normal person, he’ll get out of bed (trying not to wake them) and maybe rest a hand on their cheek for a moment before going to train in the crow’s nest, getting something to eat, or just patrolling the deck of the Sunny.

He naturally falls asleep with an arm around or over his s/o, so he always has to make sure he pulls his arm out from them without waking them up. Whenever he accidentally wakes them up, he just asks if they’re gonna get up with him or stay in bed. If it’s still late at night or early in the morning, she usually just wants to stay and sleep for a while longer. He doesn’t make her stay or go if she doesn’t want to, but sometimes he likes to stay in bed with her and relax instead of getting up from his nap right away.

He’s got a lot of stamina and power when it comes to “physical activities~”, so if his s/o is a bit more fragile he’d bluntly ask if she can walk or if she needs to lean on him. Because of this, he may have her do some stretches with him after she wakes up every morning so that on nights they do have sex, he doesn’t wind up making her too sore. 

Of these three he’s the least cuddly in the morning, but that doesn’t mean he’s not affectionate at all. Like I said, he’ll brush his hand over her cheek while she’s sleeping and he naturally spoons her while he’s sleeping, but he’ll also nuzzle her neck and kiss her when he feels her move around a bit after waking up. He likes how nice she smells in the morning, but conveniently doesn’t reply whenever she says that if he bathed regularly then he too could smell kind of nice after a night of sweaty sex. If they’re passing through a Winter island, he’ll want to pull them closer for warmth and will wake up between naps to reach for a bottle of sake by his bed before cuddling back up to them.

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Heya! Saw your inbox opening, can I request for Law, Ace, Sanji waking up and sees their S/O lazily dragging themselves across the floor

Hi! So I’m interpreting this as the boys seeing their s/o shuffling around half-asleep like a zombie lol

This is some delicious, tooth-rotting fluff!!

Law

He sees you dragging your feet as you get up to take a shower and start your day, and it immediately alarms the doctor in him

He hops out of bed and nearly gives you a full check-up then and there

You mumble to him that you’re fine and it only seems to make it worse because he gets out his first aid kit (yes he keeps one under the bed)

He’s got a small scowl as he takes your temperature, but you know it’s just because he’s worried you’re sick or injured somehow

When he’s satisfied with your state of health, he sighs, visibly relieved. “Don’t worry me like that, Y/N-ya,” he scolds softly

With that, he scoops you up into his arms and holds you close to his chest, explaining to you all the negative side effects of going to work fatigued, tucking you back into the sheets even if you protest

“You need to rest,” he says as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Doctor’s orders.”

Ace

The only reason this boy wakes up in time to see you be a half-asleep zombie is because he rolls himself off the bed trying to hold on to you

He blinks sleepily as you turn around at the sound of his body hitting the floor. You’ve got one eye open and a severe case of bedhead. He smiles, thinking to himself how cute you look, all sleepy like this

He stands up and wraps his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck

“Where you going…?” he mumbles sadly. You try to tell him you’re getting up, you need to start your day, but he just shakes his head and whines at you to come back to bed

“Baby~, come cuddle me… just a few more minutes. Please?”

It’s not hard for your spaceheater boyfriend to persuade you to snuggle with him, you’re so tired and he’s so soft and warm

You two crawl back into bed, Ace’s arms wrapped around you tightly

As soon as his head hits the pillow, he’s out like a light, smiling and snoring softly

Sanji

Bold of you to assume you escaped Sanji’s cuddles. Mans is a koala when sleeping with you, even if he tries not to. His unconscious form just seeks you out naturally, drawn to your warmth

Assuming you did slide out of his arms and start shuffling around, it would only take a few minutes for Sanji to notice

His arms swat at your side of the bed in his sleep, looking for something to hold. Not finding you there is enough to rouse him from sleep

No matter if there’s drool on your chin, bags under your eyes, and raunchy morning breath, every morning Sanji greets you with the same smile. You always look like an angel to him

“Good morning my sweet Y/N-chwaaan~” he calls in a singsong voice, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing kisses to your cheeks

If you’re especially sleepy this morning, he’ll carry you like a princess back to bed

“I’ll bring you your coffee in bed, sweetheart. Don’t you lift a finger till I get back.”

[whereistheonepiece]

Here With You

Quick Summary: Sanji has nightmares, but the good thing is he has Zoro with him.

Note: I am very into the idea that Sanji and Zoro present different sides of themselves to each other in private than the sides they present in public/to most people.

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I. Sanji

Sanji’s eyes shot open as he awoke with a start. He didn’t recognize his surroundings as his eyes adjusted to the dark, so he sat up and looked around wildly until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He whipped his head around in the direction that the hand had come from and started to relax when he saw Zoro lying down next to him, staring up at him solemnly.

Sanji took a moment to breathe out and look at the surrounding area again, now that higher brain function was slowly churning back to life in his head. That’s right, he was with Zoro in Sunny’s kitchen. Zoro had wanted some privacy with him and neither of them had the watch shift, so they’d taken the futon they kept in the crow’s nest and brought it down into the kitchen.

And Sanji had had another nightmare.

He chuckled softly, bringing his palm to his forehead. “Sorry,” he mumbled, staring down at the blankets pooled in his lap. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Zoro sat up next to him. “Don’t need to be sorry, Cook,” he said. “I can’t sleep if I know you can’t.”

Sanji pushed his knees up, wrapping one arm around his legs and laying his forehead in the palm of the other. “And that makes me feel bad,” he said, staring into his lap pensively.

Zoro pressed a kiss onto Sanji’s shoulder. “And why’s that?”

“Because you don’t get enough sleep at night,” Sanji replied, closing his eyes and sighing as Zoro began rubbing his back soothingly. “And I don’t want to be a part of the reason.”

“Cook,” Zoro said, “I don’t sleep much at night. That’s just how it’s always been. You don’t have to...ah...lose sleep over it.”

Sanji heard Zoro chuckle at his own joke. He smiled wryly as he dragged his hand down his face. He chuckled, wrapping his other arm around his legs, drawing his knees in closer to his chest. “You’re a real dork sometimes, you know that?”

Zoro wrapped an arm around Sanji’s shoulders, pulling him closer. “You love it,” he said smugly.

“Or maybe I just love you,” Sanji said softly, turning his head and looking at Zoro, staring at him in the dark. “And I tolerate some of the other things.”

“Mmmm, I think you love both.”

Sanji tried to smile for Zoro, but the beast of what haunted his sleep shambled past him, its shadow falling over him, and he felt hollow and chilled to the bone. Zoro’s smile dropped. Sanji’s smile dropped and so did his gaze as cold cells, iron masks, and a father’s calculated cruelty returned to him in full force, pulling him away from the security of Sunny and the warmth and safety of Zoro’s presence.

“Cook.”

Sanji closed his eyes and dropped his forehead onto his knees.

“Sanji.”

A hand on the back of his head, gently caressing.

“Sanji. Sanji, look at me. Please.”

Zoro did not ever say “please.” It was enough to catch his attention, but just barely. Sanji slowly lifted himself up, looking at Zoro, feeling like he was miles away.

Zoro stared at him, his gaze intense, the humor gone from his energy. “Come here,” he said, voice so quiet that he was practically whispering.

“But I already am here.”

“Come closer.”

Sanji felt himself nodding, pushing the sheets off the both of them so he could more easily settle down into Zoro’s lap. He sat facing Zoro, wrapping his arms and legs around him, resting his head on Zoro’s shoulder. Zoro put his arms around Sanji, pressing his face into his skin and inhaling deeply.

Sanji’s eyes slipped closed and he sighed quietly, trying to ground himself to the present moment, focusing on the feeling of Zoro’s chest pressed against his and his strong arms holding him close. 

Safe. 

That was what he was. 

He was safe with Zoro.

Zoro didn’t say a word. He didn’t prod Sanji to explain what weighed him down, didn’t even ask him if he wanted to talk about it. Zoro knew him enough to know that Sanji would tell him when–if–he was able and ready. Zoro knew him enough to know that sometimes all Sanji wanted was to be held close because that was all that he could handle without falling apart. Sometimes Sanji told Zoro and sometimes he didn’t. And Zoro made him feel like that was okay.

Sanji held him closer and Zoro responded in kind. The only sounds in the kitchen were the clock on the wall and Sanji’s and Zoro’s breathing, which Sanji slowly realized was synched. He breathed in and out slowly like Zoro and wondered if his body was taking cues from Zoro’s, because Sanji had trouble willfully calming himself down even in the best of times.

A sad smile curled Sanji’s lips. God help him, but he loved this man.

Sanji began to hum a slow melody from his childhood.

Zoro slowly caressed his back. “What's that song?” he asked softly. “Haven’t heard it before.”

“Oh,” Sanji said, opening his eyes and staring at the opposite wall. “It’s just this song Zeff likes to play some nights, when he’s locked himself in his office.”

“Yeah?” Zoro said. “It sounds nice.”

Sanji chuckled softly. “It’s actually super depressing if you know the lyrics. I had to ask another cook to translate them for me because they're in another language and Zeff refused to tell me what the song was about.”

“Shit. I guess you just have a nice singing voice.”

Sanji nuzzled Zoro’s neck. “You’ve never even heard me sing.”

“No,” Zoro agreed. “But it seems like you can carry a tune.”

“Maybe,” he said. “The song sounds nice, if you don’t know that it’s about this guy who had to leave his love behind and who ends up killing himself after a life of failure and disappointment. I think that’s why Zeff refused to tell me what it was about; didn’t want to tell a kid all that.”

“Shit, Cook. And you’re humming this?”

“It’s...comforting,” Sanji said, trying to find a way to explain it to Zoro. “I guess because it’s something that’s Zeff’s.”

Zoro made a sound acknowledging him. “Then keep going.”

“You sure?” Sanji said, feeling self-conscious. It had been impulse that had made him start humming, but now that Zoro wanted to hear more, he wasn’t so sure.

“It makes you feel better, doesn’t it?” Zoro asked.

Sanji hesitated for a few more moments before closing his eyes again and continuing. He started gently tapping his fingers against Zoro’s back, recreating the melody of the song as best he could. It had been a few years since he’d last heard it, but Sanji couldn’t ever forget the song that kept Zeff company on dark, empty nights.

Zeff would put the record on when he got that far-off look in his eyes, when a long day had him drooping, from his stupid had to his shoulders. He’d pour himself a stiff drink and sink into his enormous leather chair that had seemed as large as a mountain to Sanji when he was a young boy, and he’d play that song and stare out the window across the sea to lands and perhaps even times unknown.

 Zeff couldn’t be reached when he got like this–he seemed to retreat into himself and wouldn’t come out for hours, alone in his memories and who else knew what else that weighed him down. One time Sanji had tried to join him, to offer some comfort to the man who normally seemed so untouchable, but Zeff had shooed him out of the office and had started locking the door when he got like this.

Sanji hadn’t understood when he was younger–all he’d known was that Zeff was different when that song came on, and it had shaken him at first. But now he was older and when he saw some of his crewmates–Usopp mostly, sometimes Robin, very rarely Franky or Nami–get that same far-off look in their eye and they started to wilt like flowers in the sweltering sun, Sanji did what he could to try to ease that burden. Usually it was through cups of tea or their favorite dishes, sometimes it was a bad joke, and sometimes it was as simple as sitting down with them, depending on the person. He hoped that one day he’d know what to do to help Zeff, just like Zoro always seemed to know what to do to make Sanji feel better.

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II. Zoro

Zoro closed his eye, listening to Sanji humming softly near his ear. He didn’t understand what it was about some depressing song that his adoptive father liked that was so comforting to the cook, but if it made Sanji feel better, then who was he to question that? So Zoro listened and held Sanji close. It was all he could think to do in moments like this. He could also lay Sanji down on his back and try to kiss it away, give him a proper distraction because sometimes the cook needed help getting out of his own head, but if Sanji wasn’t asking, then Zoro would give him the emotional space while providing him with the physical closeness he so desperately needed sometimes. That usually seemed to do the trick.

The humming abruptly stopped. “Hey.”

Zoro opened his eye. “Yeah?”

Sanji shifted his weight. “Don’t you ever get tired?”

“Of what, Cook?” he asked, petting Sanji’s hair again.

“Of–of this...” Sanji mumbled.

“What are you talking about?” Zoro asked, genuinely confused by Sanji’s question and unsure of where he was going with it.

Sanji paused. “I mean, don’t you ever getting tired of having to comfort me when I have bad dreams like this?”

“Why would I ever get tired of that?” Zoro asked, sitting up straighter. Sanji stayed slumped over him.

“I just...” Sanji continued. “I just worry...”

“Worry about what?”

Sanji said nothing.

“That I’ll get tired of you?” Zoro asked, staring at Sanji closely.

Sanji flinched in Zoro’s arms, but remained silent.

Zoro sighed. “Cook, do you get tired of making our meals?” he asked, trying to put this in a way that someone like Sanji could most easily understand.

Sanji finally lifted his head and sat up, looking at Zoro strangely. “Of course not,” he said, sounding as if the very idea of it was inconceivable.

“Does it feel like a burden to you?” Zoro continued. “Waking up early every day so we have breakfast on time? Never taking a day off? Feeding a crew that eats as much as we do?”

Sanji’s brow furrowed. “Of course I don’t think it’s a burden. I-I enjoy–” He stopped when he saw Zoro staring at him dully, waiting for him to connect the dots. He looked down in embarrassment. “Oh...”

“See how dumb you sound?” Zoro asked, the affection in his voice offsetting the harshness of his words.

Sanji chuckled nervously. “I guess when you put it like that, I do.”

Zoro ran his hand along the side of Sanji’s face that was covered in hair, smoothing the blond locks. “We’re a team, Cook,” he said. “You take care of us, so let us–and let me–take care of you.”

“I don’t think I know how to do that,” Sanji murmured. He sighed and got out of Zoro’s lap, settling back under the covers. 

Zoro followed suit, pulling the blanket over their heads, cocooning them from the rest of the world. He reached for Sanji’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “That’s okay,” Zoro said. He kissed the skin on the back of Sanji’s fingers. “You just need practice.”

Sanji gently shook his head, a small grin breaking out on his face. “Like training?”

“Yeah,” Zoro said. He didn’t know if it would help Sanji to picture working on accepting help as training, but everything someone worked on was basically training, anyway, and people like Zoro and Sanji were always working on being better. He hoped it helped. “Yeah, just like training.”

Sanji nodded. “I’ll try,” he said. Sanji exhaled, closing his eyes. “Will you hold me until I fall back asleep?”

“You know I will.”

Sanji nodded again, letting go of Zoro’s hand as he turned onto his other side, back facing him.

Zoro grabbed hold of Sanji and pulled him closer until they were nestled close under the blankets. They fit so perfectly together. Zoro buried his nose in Sanji’s hair, inhaling the scent of the cook’s favorite shampoo. Zoro lay there, holding Sanji to him, listening to his breathing as it slowly deepened as sleep finally reclaimed the cook. Zoro closed his eyes as he allowed himself to start to fall back asleep, knowing that he would wake up as soon as he sensed that Sanji needed him, and that he would do so gladly.

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Waking up with them💕

I'm all curled up next to Usopp, nuzzling my face into his neck and snoring softly while he kisses my forehead and rubs up and down my sides.

Sanji would be cuddled up behind me, arm sling around my waist and lazily kissing from my ear to my shoulder

Sanji would get up to make breakfast eventually, not wanting to leave my side, and Usopp would pull me onto his chest and maybe fall back to sleep

We'd all eventually be sitting around the table, I'd be snug on Usopp's lap and maybe Sanji would feed me if I was too sleepy

They baby me but I love it honestly

The saddest thing about this ship is like when they do leave the little town I'm in I wouldn't go with them, like I wouldn't join the crew I feel, and they'd have to visit me

It'd be a bittersweet goodbye but the reunions are always nice💕

Not the bittersweet 😢

Poor bbys, they would try to write u as much as possible, telling u abou their adventures and how everything's going

Oh so cute 😭😭💕💕💕💕