For Zoro, when it comes to expressing affection, it’s in the small, meaningful moments. Zoro loves kissing your forehead, because he feels it's a form of his protectiveness over you. He’d do it in quiet moments, when you're falling asleep on his shoulder or when he’s about to leave for a mission. He’d press his lips tenderly to your forehead while his hand gently hold the back of your head. A silent loyalty and a deep, unspoken love. It’s his way of saying, "I’ll love you and protect you, always".
ᴀᴄᴇ – ꜰʀᴇɴᴄʜ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ
Ace is impulsive, and wears his emotions on his sleeve. When he kisses you, it’s intense, and for him one kiss isn't enough, it always turns into a make out session with him pressing you against the wall. A French kiss from Ace is messy in the best way, his hands around your waist, pulling you into him like he can’t get close enough. He'd mutter your name against your lips. He'd tilt his head as the kiss deepens, raw and heated. You can feel every ounce of his need and affection in that kiss. With Ace, kissing is not only physical, it’s emotional and desperate. "I've never wanted anyone the way I want you YN"
ꜱᴀɴᴊɪ – ᴘᴀʟᴍ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ
Sanji is the ultimate romantic. When he kisses your palm, it’s like he’s worshipping you. He'll gently take your hand, bow his head slightly, and press his lips to your skin, he'd kiss your finger tips one by one. It’s like a devotion, a promise to love each part of you. He’d look up at you afterward with those adoring eyes, smiling up at you. Even when he's flirty, this type of kiss is pure, sweet, and drives you crazy. Because it shows how gentle yet passionate he is about you. "Mon amour, mon coeur, every part of you deserves to be cherished".
ᴍɪʜᴀᴡᴋ – ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ
Mihawk is composed and not into PDA. But behind closed doors, when he lets his guard down around you, his kisses are slow and deep. He’d kiss your shoulder when you’re sitting together in silence or when you’re waking up beside him. Quietly brushing his lips against your skin as if savoring the moment, savoring you. His voice would be low while he expresses how much he loves you. It's a sensual kind of intimacy. When Mihawk kisses your shoulder, it feels like he’s claiming you in the calmest, most powerful way and you can't help but surrender under his lips. "You're mine"
ꜱʜᴀɴᴋꜱ – ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ
Shanks is confident, teasing and knows exactly how to make your heart flutter. Besides, he's really obsessed with your neck. He’d trail kisses down your neck when he's holding you in his arms.He's so playful but at the same time holds you protectively while doing it. You’d feel him press his lips just below your ear, and then chuckle when he feels the heat crawl up your neck. With Shanks, a neck kiss is flirtation, teasing and deep affection wrapped together. "I love the way you shiver when I do that".
𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⠀﹒୨𝑒 nsfw, based on this ask
with a quiet huff, you rummaged through your clothes, after shuffling through hangers you’ve decided to pull out the whole wardrobe onto your bed and start from there instead of pulling outfit after outfit. the accumulated clothes flew around your room, discarded for not being good enough—not when you wanted to look your best for your on-deck crush.
you’ve been like that for a couple of minutes, wearing only a cute set of underwear while you looked through your clothes. it was a simple lacy set that always got you a boost of confidence, and today you wanted to see if sanji would like to have a drink with you after dinner. you hummed a soft tune as you pick a skirt from the pile on your bed and walked over to the mirror to check it out.
that’s when you hear the door open, the loud creek of wood startling you. “my lady, have you seen the—”
sanji stood there, paralyzed with his mouth open, almost slack-jawed and face beet-red. his visible eye was open with shock and the cigarette almost fell down to the floor. you could see his nostrils flare, you’ve known him enough to know that was a major nosebleed threatening to occur. the wheels were obviously turning inside his head, but the shock of walking in on you, seeing you in nothing but that lacy underwear that covered practically nothing must have him frozen in place.
you huffed and covered yourself with the nearest blanket, draping it over your chest and holding it to cover your bare ass too—you were still standing in front of the mirror, after all.
at this point, not a sound has came out of sanji, which was rare. the woman-loving cook seeing one of the crew girls’ naked and not even a screech of excitement? no, he just…turned. the door slammed behind him so hard it surprised you it didn’t come off its hinges.
“…sanji?” you asked, softly, trying to supress a smile.
“I AM THE WORST MAN ALIVE.” he screamed from the hallway. you laughed at his dramatic reaction. “I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING, CHERI—ohmygod i saw everything.”
you were now laughing out loud, satisfied that he did actually react to seeing your body almost naked, and positively so. that had to mean something, right?
“IT’S NOT FUNNY, DON’T LAUGH.”
“it kind of is.” by that moment you were already dressed in the previously picked skirt and a tight top. his embarrassed whines fueled something in you that fed off his attention, they served as a nice background music as you finished getting ready.
you opened the door and found him down on his knees in front of you. one of your brows raised, interested in this whole situation. “i’m decent now, sanji.” if you forced your voice to sound smoother, it was something only you had to know.
and—okay, the way he looked up to you kind of turned you on, and his kneeled position didn’t help your situation. you couldn’t help but fall for that puppy-eyed look, how his thick eyebrows furrowed preoccupied and his lips pouted, a faint pink line staining his cupid’s bow. his visible eye roamed over your figure from below, and you noticed the moment it landed on the underskirt view of your panties. his face redened again, but this time he tried to hide it by lowering his head.
“i’m so sorry, my angel, it was unchivalrous of me to walk in on you without knocking.” you had to supress the excited eyeroll when you hear that pouty murmur.
“it’s fine, sanji.”
“no, it’s not fine, ma chér, please let me make it up to you.”
oh, well. your plan could finally become true after all.
“let me think about it…”
“hmm, fuck! there, sanji—ohmygod.”
electricity traveled from your belly through your legs, his skilled mouth worked with a blend of hunger and reverence between your quivering thighs—broad strokes along your wet slit turning into more precise, more hard circles around your swollen clit. his index and middle fingers held your folds open for him, between licks they even thrusted shallow into your hole, teasing you.
he was good, sososo good. it felt like he somehow knew your whole body; how fast, how hard, where to pay special attention.
his lips latched onto your clit and your hands automatically pulled at the blonde strands on his head. the low, long hum he produced vibrated against your pussy and sent even more fuzzy sensations to your core.
he separated for a second to look at you, and you almost cried when he did—you were so close. he laughs, wiping the mix of spit and juices from his redened lips. “mm, you like that, mon chéri?” your hips jerked at his words, a fresh wave of slickness coating your slit from the raspy accent of that beautiful man.
Description: How They Realize They Have a Crush on you
Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law & Kid
Warnings: fluff, a little comedy, oblivious idiots in love
❤️ Monkey D. Luffy
• At first, Luffy doesn’t even realize there is a word for what he feels. He just knows he wants you around—like, constantly. You sit, he sits. You eat, he’s asking for a bite. You stretch, he mimics you until it becomes a weird competition. To him it’s just fun until it starts nagging at him in a way he doesn’t know how to name.
• The rest of the crew picks up on it before he does. Nami notices when you laugh at something dumb Luffy says and he gets all puffed up like he just won a treasure. Usopp points out how Luffy always saves you a seat next to him without thinking. Zoro? Zoro just groans, because it’s so obvious to everyone but the captain.
• The first time Luffy gets an actual hint is when you get hurt on an island fight. Just a scratch, really, nothing serious but suddenly he’s deadly quiet. No goofy grin, no rubbery antics. He’s standing in front of you, fists clenched, eyes dark. And when the enemy runs, he doesn’t chase them. He turns back to you, demanding, “You okay?” in a way that makes Sanji raise an eyebrow.
• Luffy hates the feeling. It’s not like hunger (hunger has a clear solution: meat). It’s not like excitement before an adventure either. It’s like a weight in his chest that won’t go away unless you smile at him. That freaks him out. So he keeps testing it, by poking your cheek, stealing your drink, tossing his hat onto your head just to see if that ache disappears.
• His hat becomes a big tell. Usually, he doesn’t let anyone touch it. But with you? He’ll drop it in your lap and grin. If you put it on, his heart does a weird little flip. He thinks it’s funny at first, until one night he catches himself staring while you’re dozing off under that straw brim, and he panics like: why is my face hot?
• Luffy also starts doing small protective things unconsciously. Pulling you away from crowds so you don’t get squished, standing between you and random Marines, grabbing your wrist so you don’t get lost. He doesn’t think much of it, but the crew does. Robin hides a smile every time. Sanji fumes.
• The big realization? It comes with jealousy. He doesn’t even know the word, but he feels it when Sanji is too nice to you, or when some random villager tries to flirt. Suddenly Luffy is clinging to your arm, announcing loudly, “She’s MY crew mate, back off!” Usopp tries to explain what jealousy means, and Luffy is like: “That’s dumb. I just don’t like when they take her away.” Cue collective facepalm from the crew.
• He confesses in the most Luffy way possible: not a speech, not flowers, not a plan. Just blurts it out mid-battle like it’s an obvious fact. You’re dodging bullets together and he shouts, “HEY, I LIKE YOU!” like it’s a battle strategy. You almost trip, because who admits that while punching Marines? But that’s Luffy—chaos first, clarity later.
• After that, he treats it as normal. He likes meat, he likes adventure, and he likes you. Done. No overthinking. If you bring it up shyly later, he just beams and says, “Yeah! You make me happy. Stay with me forever, okay?” as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
• The thing about Luffy’s crush is—it never stays a “crush.” Once he realizes it, it’s permanent. The way he sees it, treasure is treasure. He found his, and now he’s holding on tight.
💚 Roronoa Zoro
• Zoro is slow with emotions. Like… painfully slow. He notices things about you before he understands why he’s noticing. The way your laugh lingers in his head while he’s training. The way he always sits up straighter when you walk into a room. At first, he brushes it off as “nothing” because emotions aren’t his thing.
• His first sign is distraction. Zoro prides himself on focus, on tuning the world out when he’s lifting weights or meditating. But then you’re nearby, and suddenly his concentration is gone. He’ll try to hold a sword stance, only to realize he’s sneaking glances at you every few seconds. It pisses him off. He trains harder, thinking he can sweat it out but nope. You’re still in his head.
• The crew teases him mercilessly. Sanji catches on almost immediately and makes it his life’s mission to poke at Zoro. “Oi, Marimo, maybe you’d swing straighter if you stopped staring at her backside.” Cue Zoro throwing a dumbbell at him. Usopp whispers to you once, “He likes you, but he’s too dumb to admit it.” Zoro nearly strangles him.
• He’s protective without realizing it. Walking through towns, he’ll automatically place himself at your side, hand near his swords. If anyone shady even looks at you wrong, Zoro’s glare is enough to send them running. At first he tells himself it’s just habit, just crew safety, but deep down he knows it’s more.
• The real turning point comes during a fight. You’re holding your own, but someone gets the jump on you. Zoro doesn’t even think he’s across the battlefield in a heartbeat, sword drawn, rage in his veins. After it’s over, he snaps, “Don’t be reckless,” but the edge in his voice isn’t anger, it’s fear. That’s when it clicks for him. That gnawing in his chest? That heat under his skin? It’s not annoyance. It’s not distraction. It’s… you.
• Zoro being Zoro, he hates the realization. Feelings mean vulnerability, and he doesn’t like that. He avoids you for a while, spends hours sleeping on the Sunny’s deck just to dodge conversation. The others notice, of course. Nami rolls her eyes, Robin smirks knowingly, and Luffy just goes, “Why’s Zoro being weird?”
• But avoidance only makes it worse. Every time you bring him water during training, every time you patch up one of his cuts, every time you just exist—his chest feels tight. One night he’s staring at the stars with you, half-drunk on sake, and it hits him so hard he almost drops the bottle: I’m in love with her.
• He doesn’t confess easily. Words aren’t his strength. Instead, his affection shows in actions. He offers to train you, serious, focused, patient in a way he isn’t with anyone else. He lets you nap against his shoulder during long voyages. He sharpens his swords with you nearby, listening to you ramble like it’s the most natural soundtrack.
• The moment he finally says something is awkward as hell. It’s probably after a close call, when adrenaline strips away his walls. He mutters, almost angrily, “You’re important to me, alright? More than I thought. So don’t go getting yourself killed.” It’s clumsy, but honest.
• If you smile or tease him about it, he groans and looks away, cheeks faintly red. But he doesn’t take it back. Once Zoro admits something, he stands by it. That’s the thing, his love is steady, unshakable, not loud but grounding.
• From then on, it becomes obvious. He’ll carry your stuff without being asked. Sit beside you even when there’s space elsewhere. Watch your back in every battle like his life depends on it. Zoro isn’t about dramatic declarations, he shows his crush in quiet, consistent loyalty.
• And maybe, once in a while, when he thinks you’re asleep, he’ll brush his fingers over your hand. Soft, fleeting, but enough to remind himself that this is real. That you’re his anchor in a world that’s always moving.
💛 Vinsmoke Sanji
• Let’s be real: Sanji thinks he has a crush on every pretty woman he meets. But this? With you? It’s different, and it scares him a little. Usually, he’s all flowery words and over-the-top declarations, but with you, half the time he trips over them. You’ll smile at him while he’s plating dinner, and suddenly he’s burning the meat because his brain short-circuits.
• The first sign is in the kitchen. Cooking is Sanji’s sanctuary; he never messes up. But then you wander in, curious, asking if you can help. He hands you a knife, watches you chop clumsily, and feels his chest tighten in a way that has nothing to do with stress. From then on, he insists you come in more often, even if it slows him down. Secretly, he just wants you near.
• Unlike Luffy or Zoro, Sanji knows it’s a crush right away. He’s not oblivious; he’s been around. But knowing doesn’t make it easier. In fact, it makes him worse. He goes out of his way to impress you—cooking your favorite dishes, pulling out chairs for you, rushing to light your cigarette or pour your drink. The crew groans every time, but Sanji doesn’t care.
• Still, there’s a difference in how he treats you. With random women, he flirts for sport. With you, it’s reverent. His compliments land softer, more sincere. “You look stunning today,” he’ll murmur while sliding a plate to you, eyes lingering just a beat too long. No dramatic heart-eyes, no nosebleeds—just quiet honesty that makes your stomach flip.
• Jealousy hits him hard. He hides it behind a smile, but the moment Zoro talks to you for longer than three seconds, Sanji’s hovering. “Oi, mosshead, don’t bore her with your dumb training stories.” He’ll wedge himself between you and anyone else, grinning like it’s casual, but his jaw is clenched.
• His realization solidifies in the middle of a storm. You’re both on deck, trying to help secure supplies, wind howling, rain soaking through. You slip on the slick wood, and without thinking, Sanji’s there, arm catching you, holding you steady against his chest. The way his heart lurches at the thought of losing you? That’s when he knows: this isn’t some passing fancy. You’re it.
• After that night, he starts doing subtle things for you. He’ll remember the exact way you take your tea. He’ll sneak snacks into your bag before island trips. He’ll drape his jacket over your shoulders when you’re cold, pretending it’s nothing. It’s not about grand gestures anymore, it’s about care.
• The crew definitely notices. Nami teases him mercilessly, calling you his “favorite” Usopp points out how Sanji never lets your plate go empty at dinner. Even Luffy eventually blurts, “Sanji, why do you give her extra meat and not me?!” Sanji, flustered, almost drops the pot.
• He tries to confess multiple times, but each time he chokes. He’ll set up a candlelit dinner on deck, only for Luffy to crash it. He’ll pull you aside on an island, heart racing, only to get interrupted by Marines. Eventually, it slips out in the least planned way possible.
• Maybe you’re patching him up after a fight, scolding him for being reckless. He laughs, wincing, and says softly, “Can’t help it, love. I’d risk anything for you.” It’s quiet, sincereand your stunned look makes him realize he actually said it aloud.
• Once it’s out, though, Sanji doesn’t hide. He doubles down. “Yes, I like you. More than anyone. I don’t expect you to feel the same, but… there it is.” For once, his voice doesn’t carry that dramatic lilt—it’s steady, vulnerable.
• If you return his feelings, Sanji is over the moon. He treats you like royalty, no hesitation. Every morning it’s, “Good morning, my love, did you sleep well?” Every night it’s a warm drink at your bedside. He’ll train harder just to be someone worthy of you.
• And while he still flirts with random women in passing (because it’s ingrained in him), there’s a noticeable difference: it’s hollow compared to how he is with you. With you, it’s not performance. It’s home.
• The thing about Sanji’s crush? It’s not fleeting. It’s devotion. When he realizes it, he doesn’t back away, he leans in, fully, with everything he has. Loving you becomes as natural as breathing.
💙 Trafalgar Law
• Law isn’t the type to “catch feelings.” At least, that’s what he tells himself. His entire life has been survival, strategy, revenge. Romance? That’s a distraction. But then you join his orbit, and slowly—too slowly—he notices the cracks forming in his armor.
• The first sign is attention. Law prides himself on control, he notices details because it keeps him alive. But when it comes to you, it goes beyond necessity. He finds himself cataloguing things that have no tactical use: the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love, the rhythm of your laugh, the habits you don’t even realize you have. It frustrates him. He should be analyzing enemy weaknesses, not memorizing your smile.
• He brushes it off at first. Tells himself you’re just “valuable to the crew.” That’s why he checks in on you more often, why he assigns you easier shifts when you’re tired, why he keeps you out of the most dangerous missions. He even convinces himself for a while. But then Bepo calls him out. “Captain, you’re softer with her.” Law snaps back, denying it, but the words linger.
• Jealousy creeps up next. Subtle, but sharp. Someone on an island flirts with you, and Law feels his jaw tighten. He doesn’t make a scene—he’s too composed for that—but the next thing you know, the guy who flirted with you is conveniently caught in a perfectly-timed “Room” accident. Coincidence? The crew doesn’t think so.
• Law’s realization doesn’t hit all at once—it’s gradual, like a tide he can’t stop. It solidifies after a close call. Maybe you take a hit during a mission, nothing fatal but enough to scare him. He kneels by your side, hands shaking despite his medical training, muttering your name like a prayer. That’s when it crashes down on him: he can’t lose you. Not like he lost everyone else.
• The problem is Law is terrified of it. Love means vulnerability, and vulnerability is dangerous. He keeps his distance, pulling back just when you think you’re getting closer. It’s a push-and-pull dance: one day he’s offering you his jacket when you’re cold, the next he’s locking himself in the infirmary to avoid conversation.
• The crew notices. Penguin and Shachi exchange knowing grins every time Law “casually” stands closer to you. Bepo offers to “talk to him about his feelings,” which makes Law snap, “Don’t you dare.” He’s a captain, not a lovesick teenager. At least… that’s what he tries to believe.
• He starts showing it in subtle ways. He patches up your wounds first, even if others are waiting. He saves you the last cup of coffee in the galley. He lets you linger in his study while he works, saying nothing, but secretly comforted by your presence. These aren’t things he does for anyone else.
• The confession—if you can even call it that, doesn’t come in a grand gesture. It slips out when his walls are lowered. Maybe it’s late at night, after a mission, when exhaustion strips him raw. You thank him for always looking out for you, and he mutters under his breath, “Of course I do. You’re… important to me.” His voice is low, almost like he hopes you won’t hear.
• If you push, if you ask him what he means, his eyes will flicker—nervous, uncharacteristically unsure. Finally, with a sigh, he admits it. “I like you. More than I should. More than is… safe.” It’s not dramatic, it’s a confession laced with hesitation, like a man who knows how dangerous it is to love but can’t stop himself anyway.
• Once it’s out, Law doesn’t turn into a Sanji-style romantic. He doesn’t shower you with words. Instead, his love shows in the way he trusts you—really trusts you. He’ll share pieces of his past, let you see him when he’s vulnerable, let you sit in silence with him without the weight of his walls.
• Law’s crush isn’t fireworks, it’s gravity. Heavy, inescapable, pulling you into his orbit until he can’t imagine navigating the seas without you at his side.
♥️ Eustass Kid
• Kid doesn’t do soft feelings. At least, that’s what he tells himself. He thrives on rage, ambition, the rush of tearing through Marines and making the world quake. A crush? That’s weakness. But then you show up, whether as part of his crew or someone who lingers too close to his orbit and suddenly the ironclad walls he built around himself start to bend.
• The first sign is attention, though he’ll never admit it. He notices you more than he should. The way you hold yourself in a fight, the way you talk back without fear, the way you don’t flinch when he’s pissed and shouting. He hates how it draws him in. It makes him restless, snapping at his crew more than usual, because he doesn’t like not being in control of his own head.
• Unlike Law, Kid isn’t subtle. The moment jealousy kicks in, everyone knows. Some random on an island flirts with you? Kid’s looming over them in seconds, metal bristling around his arm, snarling, “The fuck do you think you’re doing?” It’s not even about romance at first it’s instinct, possessiveness burning hot in his chest.
• Killer notices immediately. He doesn’t say much, but he smirks behind his mask every time Kid gets too close to you. Eventually, he mutters something like, “You like her,” and Kid snaps back, “Shut the hell up.” But the denial is weak, and Killer knows it.
• The realization comes in battle. You’re fighting side by side, the chaos of cannon fire and screaming Marines all around. You take a blow something heavy, enough to knock you down. For a second, Kid’s rage falters, replaced by pure, gut-wrenching fear. He sees you bleeding, and it’s like the world narrows down to just that. He tears through the enemy with brutal efficiency, but his eyes keep flicking back to you, desperate to make sure you’re still breathing.
• After the fight, he storms up to you, shoving a rag into your hands, barking, “Patch yourself up, idiot. Don’t scare me like that again.” It sounds harsh, but the way his hands linger, trembling slightly, tells another story. That’s when it hits him like a freight train: he cares too much. Way too much.
• Kid handles this realization terribly. He gets meaner at first snapping at you, calling you reckless, acting pissed when you laugh at his temper. It’s his way of pushing back against feelings he doesn’t want to deal with. But it only makes him more obvious, because everyone else sees through it.
• Eventually, his frustration boils over. Maybe you tease him one day, lighthearted, and he explodes, not at you, but at himself. “Why the hell do you do this to me?!” He’s pacing, fists clenched, metal clattering around him like the storm inside his chest. When you press him, confused, he blurts it out: “I like you, alright? You happy now?!”
• It’s raw, unpolished, shouted like a battle cry instead of whispered like a secret. But that’s Kid he doesn’t sugarcoat, he doesn’t romanticize. His confession is all fire and bite, like he’s angry at himself for feeling it.
• Once it’s out, though, there’s no going back. Kid isn’t half-hearted about anything. He doesn’t “kinda like” you. He wants you with the same intensity he wants to be Pirate King. And he shows it in loud, obvious ways. Standing too close. Wrapping an arm around your waist in public. Daring anyone to even look at you wrong.
• But beneath the bluster, there’s something softer. When the crew is asleep, when it’s just the two of you under the hum of the ship, he lets it drop. He’ll admit, quietly, “You fuck me up, you know that? But I don’t care. I need you here.” It’s vulnerable, a glimpse of the man under the spikes.
• Kid’s crush isn’t gentle. It’s messy, consuming, electric. But once he realizes it, he doesn’t run. He’s not afraid of fire he lives in it. And loving you becomes another rebellion, another middle finger to a world that tried to break him.
(Sorry for sanjis part...still think its true tho, show sanji looks even more toxic than anime one)
(Requests are open for more opla headcanons)
Redflag! Opla sanji who would fall head over heels for you and still flirt with other women
Redflag! Opla sanji who's a total hypocrite, he would flirt with girls, touch girls, sleep around and still think he got any rights to get jealous or angry when you even talk for "too long" with a man
Redflag! Opla sanji who's too awfully possessive, would catch another man brushing his hand over yours or move a strand of your hair from your face and would comepley go mad and tries to beat the guy up if you dont stop him
Redflag! Opla sanji that will fall in love with you deeply, because you are kind, gentle, sweet, selfless, because you remind him of his mother, because you see him...yet still wont start a serious relationship because he knows he will break your heart
Redflag! Opla sanji whos too overprotective and may start to become too controlling, like luffy telling you to do smt and before you can even reply he reply for you and tell luffy to tell someone else to do it cause its too dangerous
Redflag! Opla zoro that would deny his feelings for you for years
Redflag! Opla zoro who's emotionally distant ,Even if he cares deeply, he might act like he doesn’t which will make you so confused as his actions may show concern but nothing else does, so most of the time you feel stupid for even thinking there could be something
Redflag! Opla zoro whos extremely overprotective even if you are strong enough to handle yourself, for example him ordering asking you to stay on the ship while they go check on the island
Redflag! Opla zoro who is the type to get silently jealous, never show it and instead he gets quiet, tense, and distant, and may turn grumpy or even mean to you afterwards even tho he knows you didnt do anything wrong he still feel too angry
— ft.Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Eustass Kid, Trafalgar Law
how they hold you
A/N: based on this request. have a good meal.☆
CW: gn!reader, established relationship, fluff
WC: 800
one piece masterlists. ☆ my ko-fi
Luffy’s hugs are alive.
Luffy is hugging you like he loves to live: he’s spontaneous, gentle, loving, and so warm. He’s never warning you, he’s just appearing from behind and wrapping his arms around you like an annoying yet fluffy koala. He’s always glued to you. If you’re eating, then you're on his lap. If you’re too far from him, he will use his devil fruit to wrap his arm around your waist and bring you closer to him. You’re a treasure. He’s carrying you as gently as he can with his hyperactive tendencies: on his back, bridal style, thrown over his shoulder, almost tied in his arms with his devil fruit. It doesn’t matter as long as he can feel your warmth and your scent. Even when he’s sleeping, he’s wrapped around you, holding you tight and muttering your name in his sleep between food stuff he wants to eat for breakfast. He always knows when you need a hug: it doesn’t matter if you’re feeling sad, happy, or angry. Luffy is so empathetic and his emotional intelligence is unbeatable; he knows what you need and will always be your provider.
— Luffy’s hugs are your shelter, your home, your safe place.
Zoro’s hugs are subtle.
Zoro isn’t really into PDA or physical touch. But when he holds you, you feel at peace - safe, loved. His arms are always gentle yet so firm, as if he were afraid to lose you. Most of the time, we will just let his fingers linger on your shoulder or wrap his arm around your waist for a second. If you want a real hug, you have to initiate it. But when the night comes on the Sunny, what he loves is to nap at his favorite place with your back pressed against his chest. He’s shielding you from the entire world if you need to as you both sleep peacefully – even though Zoro is always on alert, even more when his beloved is near to him.
— Zoro’s hugs are a shield, he’s a bodyguard that makes you forget about any tough day.
Sanji’s hugs are so soft and gentle.
He’s not just hugging you, he’s loving you. His hands are gently caressing your hair while he presses soft kisses on your forehead, nose, at the corner of your lips, along your jawline and your neck. His lips are the sweetest. His touch is delicate, as if you were a work of art, something precious he would never dare to hurt. He’s craving physical touch, he never misses his chance to touch you or hug you and will always be more than happy to indulge in your asking for a hug. Even when he’s cooking, he will let his fingers linger on your waist, press a kiss on your neck before getting back to his plates.
— Sanji’s hugs are cozy and so light-feathered, it puts your mind at peace
Kid’s hugs are unforeseeable.
He loves physical touch, but he’s not really into kindness. Whenever he’s cuddling you, you’re almost suffocating, his bulky bicep wrapped so tight around you that you’re begging for mercy. His hugs are possessive. Which means he’s not here to touch you gently, he wants you pressed against him as firmly as possible. Sure, he will throw you over his shoulder or carry you like you were trash, but he can’t help himself, it’s the perfect position to tap that ass. What he loves the most is not cuddles, but to carry you so he can keep you close to him. When you’re alone, he will help you remove your makeup and let you sit on his lap while he works. You’re like a comfortable silence before the beginning of the next storm. His life has always been storm after storm.
— Kid’s hugs are his way to say “I won’t let you down.”
His hugs are a gift.
Law struggles with PDA, intimacy, and physical touch. His hugs are furtive, quiet – his hand on the small of your back, his arm around your shoulder just for a second, his fingers interlace with yours while he’s reading something. Stolen moments along the day. What he likes the most is the safety of his bedroom or office, a place where he’s sure no one will watch or disturb his peace. The night, even if his insomnia keeps him awake, he will let you rest your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around you until you fall asleep. He’s always leaving the bedroom once you’re asleep, but in the morning, strangely, he’s always back on the bed just before you open your eyes. What Law loves the most isn’t cuddles, but holding your hands and watching your fingers intertwined as a promise that you won’t disappear, that you won’t leave him. That for once, he will have the right to get his happy end.
Its a pain in the ass to get Luffy into the bath, he usually just sniffs his clothes and decides that hes still good to go for another few weeks. Luffy doesnt really like bathing, its a waste of time to him when he could keep exploring, besides, pirates usually didnt have the time.
However, through getting into a lot of debt, you had managed to wrangle one of Nami's special bath bombs from her. It smelled sweet.
"Cmon! Just let me try a bite, it looks edible and it smells nice! Captains orders!"
Luffy would say, trying and failing to pull rank just to try and ge t a bite of it. You'd have to put your hand on his forehead and hold him back, agling your body to stop him from elongating his arms to try and reach it.
The bath finally finishes filling up and you drop the bath bomb in before Luffy can grab it.
"Cmon, get in. You stink"
You'd hold your nose for dramatic effect and Luffy would just laugh, dragging you into a hug just to annoy you. You grab him by the shirt and you both end up tumbling into the damn bath. Sweet smelling water covering both your clothes.
It doesnt take long for blood and dirt from the battle with CP9 to come off of Luffy, you grab the shampoo and start to ruffle it through his hair, which makes his eyes scrunch shut as he grimaces.
Bathing Luffy is like bathing a wet dog, he usually settles against your chest and puts his head on the crook of your shoulder as you keep lathering and washing up his hair. In return? Luffy will usually use his devil fruit to reach over for Namis very nice shampoo and starts to ruffle it through your hair.
That same shampoo that has markers to show how much has been used, but Luffy decides to ignore that because it smells nice and he likes it when your hair smells nice.
"Shishishi! Your hair smells really nice y/n! Not like a drowned rat anymore!"
"Hah?! Drowned rat?!"
"Uh oh"
Luffy grins sheepishly before getting an entire jug of sweet scented water dumped on his head, he sputters but ends up laughing.
Neither of you admit to anything as Nami glares at everyone on the ship later on. Instead? You both look at eachother and then point at Brook, blaming the skeleton instead.
It was shortly after Sanji had come back from Whole Cake Island, he was still a bit quiet since hed come back...
Sanjis hair had grown a bit longer from neglecting himself on that island with his hellish 'family'. Robin and Nami had quietly dropped off some rose petals and some scented candles.
You'd set it up ever since Sanji had come back. The cook has had a rough time, so he deserves to have a lot of care right now.
"Darling? What are you-"
Sanji is cut off, his cheeks flushing as you grab his hand and wordlessley start to pull him towards the bathroom. Honestly? What youd set up looked exactly like a bath that Sanji had set up for you in the past when youd first gotten together in Enies Lobby.
Rose petals in the path, a scented candle, there was even a small platter of the pastries that youd seen him eyeing on your way to Wano.
"Darling, you didnt have to"
Sanji murmurs softly, tear tracks still staining his cheeks. You gently press kisses to his cheeks.
"Cmon, get in. You look terrible love"
You gently unbutton his shirt and both of you strip before getting in the bath. Sanji runs his fingers through your hair as he helps to do your hair first, despite all the protests you give that hes the one that needs to be cared for.
"Just, let me do this, its soothing."
You sigh, but relent and let him. Letting him finish washing your hair before you start to work on getting those gold strands back to their soft fluffy texture like before Sanji was dragged into this mess.
"I love you Sanji"
"I love you too y/n, thank you. I really needed this."
Later on, Robin even complimented the small braids that you had made at the back of Sanjis hair in order to keep the extra length in check so it didnt interfere. Small sunflower petals entwined between the hairs.
God it had been a mess. Law was still struggling with movement after the intense fight against Doflamingo, so you had decided to help the captain with washing himself.
"I can do it myself y/n-ya"
Hed try to protest but you would just use his own words against him.
"Sorry captain, but you always tell us that wounds need to be cleaned. I got unscented soap and ive got fresh bandages and stitching from Shachi and Penguin"
Law would be quiet, he didnt exactly like the fact that he could barely move his arms above his shoulders.
Law just tilts his head forward and let's you lather that raven black hair up.
"Fine, youve got me there, good thinking on getting fresh equipment. Means theres less contamination.....and the unscented soap."
However, nothing stops Law from using his op op fruit.
"Shambles"
Hed teleport the stitching kit over to himself. As much as he knows your capable, hes stubborn at the minute, hes had his ass beat he doesnt want to rely even more on you and the others. Even if Law knows he can, it doesnt mean he wants to...
But after he gets out of the bath with your help and into his room? He let's you check the quality of the stitches and bandage the wounds, making sure to dry off his skin so that the wound area was dry.
"Good"
Law praises softly.
"Youve come a long way y/n-ya. I dont know what id do without you".
Shachi and Ikkaku had defintley snapped a picture of you laying next to Law in the captains bed. The towel half over Laws waist as he couldnt be bothered to take it off, he had been too tired to. You were lying specifically in a way that wouldnt irritate any of his wounds. He appreciated it, you staying with him...
This had all started because youd accidentally walked into the bathroom that yours and Aces quarters shared, and you'd seen him asleep in the bath.
The second division leader had almost drowned due to his narcolepsy, so now youd taken on the responsibility of going along with him whenever he took a bath.
It worked not only to save water, but it was also damn good because the bath practically turned into a goddamn hot tub from Aces devil fruit.
Ace wasnt a guy that used shampoo, he didnt care about it, he usually just dunked his head in the water and then let the dirt, soot or blood wash off of him.
But he wasnt gonna say no to stealing some of your products in your shared bathroom.
Hell, Ace had ever stolen some from a nobles house during a mission. Grinning like an idiot as he immediately stumbled into your room, practically skidding into a wall, soot covering his face from using his devil fruit.
"Oi y/n! Look what i got! I didnt even know shampoo could smell like apple pie. Wanna try it?"
And well, you couldn't say no to trying to figure out how long that scent would last.
Everyone would give Ace 'the look™️' whenever he would come out on deck and smell exactly the same as you did. Honestly, Marco had a talk with him about whether Ace realised what it meant and he just looked at Marco like the doctor was trying to explain complicated quantum theory, before laughing and just going back to his duty on deck.
Its become a tradition to the two of you, to just go steal some sort of shampoo or soap or body wash and then go and try it to see what it smelled like.
You both had a whole ass chart of ranking what youd both stolen in the past. Making up stupid categories like how likely you were to eat it based on how good it smelled.
a/n: I wanna actually write something for sanji but writers block is going crazy rn :( so all you get rn is headcanons. BE HAPPY. AT LEAST ITS SOMETHING.
sanji absolutely LOVES touching your hair. playing with it, putting it in braids, ruffling it up. he loves it all.
again, like luffy, you're gonna eat so much food when you're with him. genuinely just so much food.
he also loves it when you put on some weight because of his food!! he loves loves lovessss a chubby partner.
despite being extremely flirty, he's actually really nervous around his partner sometimes.
he struggles to say, "I love you." like a lot. he doesn't even understand why.
get ready for so many sneaky make-out sessions. he finds making out in public really fun. like a quick session in an alleyway, behind a tree, etc.
he worries about you. a lot. you're always on his mind.
if you're sick, he doesn't let you get out of bed or anything. he doesn't care if luffy gets mad that he's not cooking. he stays by your side the entire time.
if you get hurt fighting a villain or something, he gets SO mad.
he'll actually kill for you. I'm not exaggerating.
he doesn't give a fuck about being "masculine". he cries in front of you. a lot.
it goes without saying, but you're obviously gonna be his taste tester. he's always got a spoon to your mouth.
if you don't really get jealous, he's still a huge flirt with other girls. obviously, if you tell him you're uncomfortable with it, he'll stop.
loves being the one to wake you up. every morning, instead of waking up to the peaceful sounds of the waves, you're woken up by sanji shaking you.
