“MEDIA LITERACY IS FUCKING DEAD” says the Hazbin Hotel stan who can’t bear the fact that their favorite creator is a racist bigot who can’t write for shit
sorry this was going to be a tags addition because I only get to use my coated pantone swatchbook like 6 times a year when i have a new enamel pin to design, but...
except he’s been irritable lately, and it’s not hard to figure out why. instead of cigarette butts in his pockets, it’s gum wrappers. he smells less of smoke and more of something clean and soft. he’s gone cold turkey, an attempt to stop smoking.
it’s not because of you, he swears. he didn’t catch the tail end of your conversation with volt where you told him about your allergies. it’s not because he realized that he’s been smoking and ruining the air you breath, and that’s why you never stay long.
it’s not because he wants to give you his coat without you breaking into a coughing fit. it’s not because he wants to hug you without smelling of smoke. it’s not because he actually wants to hang out with you instead of fantasizing about it.
it’s just because he’s tired of smoking. not because of anything else.
Bruh, tinfoilhat's name is literally foil. His full name is Franklin Oliver Ivan Lieste. Also, his name phonetically sounds like Least (I know, Most and Least) and he's tall, thin and wiry. He is quite literally a foil for David Most in many ways including physically cause David is short asf and kinda stubby. I just think it's interesting that they're kind of each other's foils but there's an ending where they get back so yeah. I've wanted to say this for a long time.
when you ask chance about g&g, he says “every decision is yours to make and mine to harmonize!”
if that isn’t MASSIVE service top energy, i don’t know what is
i just KNOW chance absolutely pampers you when you make love with him, happily catering to your every need and making you feel cherished and loved the whole way through. and after your done, i know the aftercare is amazing
He sees how Volt is with you. The lingering touches, and the flirting that’s just a little too obvious, and how Volt looks at you. He’s not jealous, of course. They have an open relationship. But he wonders how Volt would react, if he started doing the same thing to you.
Eddie manages to get you into the storage closet, lips against your throat and his hands lingering on your hips. Volt catches both of you, of course he does. He sees everything. Eddie gets fixated on the way he stares at both of you, something sharper in his eyes flickering when he sees how close Eddie is to you.
It becomes sort of a game. Who can get the most time with you without the other knowing. Eddie enjoys every second of it.
you two acts like a loving couple all the time, so what happens when someone points it out?
gn!reader
characters: zoro, sanji, law, ace and sabo
(luffy, kidd, katakuri, shanks and mihawk)
words count: around 0.8k - 1.3k each
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
── .✦ Roronoa Zoro:
You do a lot of things for Zoro without thinking.
You wake him up when it’s time to eat. You stop him from training too much. You make sure he doesn’t get lost whenever the crew visits a new island.
It’s normal for you. Someone has to do it.
But one day, the others start teasing you about it.
It happens at lunch. You are eating with the crew when Usopp laughs and nudges your arm.
“Hey, aren’t you gonna get your boyfriend?”
You blink. “What?”
Sanji, cleaning his hands with a towel, nods toward the deck “That moss-brained idiot. You always bring him to meals. It’s like a little routine between you two now. Like a couple…”
“We’re not—” You nearly choke on your drink “We’re not a couple!”
Usopp grins “Then why do you always take so much care of him?”
“Because he’s stupid and forgets to eat!” you say, standing up “I’ll go get him, but not because of whatever weird ideas you guys have.”
You walk away while they laugh behind you.
You find Zoro exactly where you expect, napping against the ship’s railing, his swords next to him.
You roll your eyes and shake his shoulder “Oi, wake up. Lunch is ready.”
Nothing.
You shake him harder “Zoro. If you don’t get up, I’ll eat your food.”
He grumbles and waves his hand, like he’s trying to swat away a fly.
Sighing, you do what you always do. You grab his wrist and pull him up with both hands. He lets you. He always does, like it’s natural.
Zoro blinks at you, still half-asleep “Huh. You again.”
“Yeah, me again,” you say “Come eat before Sanji ‘forgets’ to save you anything.”
You’re still holding his wrist, making sure he doesn’t fall back asleep. That’s when you notice Nami and Robin watching from across the deck, smiling.
“What?” you ask, feeling awkward.
Nami smirks “You two are cute.”
Your face heats up “We’re not—he’s not—we’re not together!”
Robin chuckles “You do take care of him a lot.”
Zoro frowns, confused “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Nothing,” you mutterl “Come eat.”
You let go of his wrist too fast and walk away, ignoring the warm feeling in your chest.
You think it’s over, but now you notice things.
Zoro always sits next to you at meals, even when there are other seats. You always save food for him without realizing. And during fights, he always protects you first, like it’s a habit.
And, worst of all, people keep pointing it out.
“y/n,” Chopper asks one day, tilting his head “Are you and Zoro dating?”
You almost trip “What?! No!”
“Oh...” He looks confused “But you act like it”
You groan “Not you too”
After that, you can’t stop thinking about it.
The next time you wake Zoro up, your fingers stay on his wrist a second too long. The next time he pulls you behind him in a fight, your heart beats faster.
And then one evening, when you catch him watching you with a thoughtful look, you realize you might be in trouble.
That night, Zoro speaks first.
“Oi”
You look up from your seat on the deck “What?”
He leans against the railing, arms crossed “Does it bother you?”
You frown “Does what bother me?”
“What people are saying” His eyes stay on you “About us.”
You swallow “Why? Does it bother you?”
He doesn’t answer right away “No” his voice is quieter than usual.
Your stomach flips and you look at the ocean “I mean… it’s just dumb teasing, right?”
Zoro doesn’t reply. Instead, he watches you for a long time. Then, finally, he smirks.
“Doesn’t really matter what they say” he says, voice calm but sure “I’d still stick with you either way.”
Your breath catches and suddenly, your heart won’t let you ignore this anymore.
For the next days you try to brush off what the crew said.
You really do, but it’s impossible to ignore when Zoro keeps acting the same way.
Like when you’re on lookout duty together, and he hands you his jacket without a word.
Or when you spar with him, and he pulls his hits just enough so you don’t get hurt.
Or when you fall asleep on the Sunny’s deck, and you wake up covered with a blanket, one you know you didn’t grab.
And every time it happens, you catch the crew watching. Smirking.
It’s driving you insane.
One afternoon, you finally decide to do something about it.
You find Zoro by the training room, lifting weights. His shirt is half undone, sweat glistening on his skin, but you shove that thought aside.
You cross your arms “Hey, Zoro.”
He grunts in acknowledgment, not stopping his reps.
You hesitate “…Why do you treat me differently?”
He finally sets the weight down, wiping his face with a towel “What?”
“You heard me...” You shift uncomfortably “You do things for me that you don’t do for anyone else.”
Zoro leans back against the wall, looking at you like you just asked a stupid question “So?”
“So?” You huff “That means something, doesn’t it?”
He shrugs “I guess.”
You blink “That’s it? You guess?”
Zoro sighs, scratching his head “Look, I don’t really think about it. I just—” He pauses, then shrugs again “I want to.”
Your heart skips a beat “…What?”
“I want to do those things for you,” he says simply “it’s not a big deal”
You stare at him “Not a... Zoro, are you serious?”
He frowns “What, you don’t like it?”
“That’s not the point!” Your face feels hot “You don’t do this for Nami or Robin or anyone else!”
Zoro looks at you, unimpressed “Yeah. Because it’s you.”
You freeze.
The way he says it, so blunt, so obvious, it makes your stomach flip.
He isn’t flustered. He isn’t overthinking it. He’s just stating a fact.
“…Oh.”
Zoro crosses his arms, watching you carefully “Is that a problem?”
You swallow “No. It’s just…”
It’s everything. It’s him always being there, always looking out for you, always treating you like someone important.
It’s a realization you should have had ages ago.
You let out a breathless laugh “I’m an idiot.”
Zoro raises an eyebrow “Well, yeah.”
You smack his arm. He smirks.
But when your hand lingers just a little too long, he doesn’t pull away.
And suddenly, you both understand... this isn’t just a habit.
It never was.
Ever since that conversation in the training room, things between you and Zoro have… shifted, but not in a bad way.
He still trains for hours. Still naps in random spots. Still bickers with Sanji.
But now, when you sit beside him, his arm naturally rests along the back of your chair.
Now, when you fight, he doesn’t just watch your back, he makes sure you’re never out of reach.
Now, when you look at him for a second too long, he looks right back.
Like he’s waiting.
Like he’s giving you the choice.
One evening, you find him on the Sunny’s deck, looking out at the ocean.
“…Can’t sleep?” he asks.
You shake your head, stepping closer “Thinking too much.”
Zoro smirks “Dangerous habit...”
You huff a laugh but don’t argue.
Instead, you stand beside him, silent for a moment before you finally ask...
“Do you regret telling me?”
Zoro frowns “Telling you what?”
“That you… actually treat me differently. That you want to.”
His jaw tightens slightly “No.”
Your heart does something strange “Good.”
You don’t give yourself time to hesitate.
Before doubt can creep in, you grab him and pull him down.
Zoro freezes.
For half a second, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t even breathe.
Then a quiet growl rumbles from his chest, and his hand cups the back of your neck as he kisses you back.
It’s firm. Solid. Like he’s been holding back for too long and refuses to anymore.
When you finally break apart, Zoro leans his forehead against yours, exhaling through his nose.
“…Finally” he mutters.
You grin “You were waiting for me?”
“Wasn’t gonna rush you” His fingers brush your jaw “You get there when you get there.”
You hum, leaning into him “And now?”
Zoro smirks “Now, you’re stuck with me.”
You kiss him again, just to make sure he knows you wouldn’t want it any other way.
── .✦ Vinsmoke Sanji:
Sanji has always been a flirt. That’s just how he is.
He calls Nami and Robin “my love” and “my dear”. He spins around the kitchen whenever they compliment him. He offers to carry their bags when the crew goes shopping.
But when it comes to you, it’s different.
It starts when the crew is eating dinner together.
“Sanji, can you pass the salt?” you ask.
Instead of handing you the salt shaker, Sanji grabs it, twists off the lid, and sprinkles just the right amount onto your plate.
You blink “Uh. Thanks?”
“Of course, my dear” he says smoothly. Then, as if nothing happened, he turns back to his own plate.
You think nothing of it... until you notice the way the others are watching.
Usopp raises an eyebrow “Did he just season your food for you?”
“Yeah?” You shrug “What's new about it? He's a chef and he’s just being nice.”
Luffy grins “He doesn’t do that for anyone else.”
“That’s not true,” you argue “Sanji treats everyone like this.”
Nami hums “Not exactly like this. If we wanted more salt he would start a lecture about how it would ruin his masterpiece.”
Before you can ask what she means, Sanji stands up to grab dessert. He places a plate in front of you first. It’s your favorite.
The crew stares.
You stare too “Sanji…”
He smiles “What? I made extra for you.”
Usopp coughs “Yeah. Okay. Totally normal.”
Robin chuckles behind her hand.
You shake your head and go back to eating. It’s nothing. Sanji is just being Sanji.
…Right?
But then, you start noticing other things.
When you’re cold, Sanji drapes his jacket over your shoulders without you asking.
When you need something from a high shelf, Sanji wordlessly reaches up and hands it to you.
When you’re about to trip, his hand is always there to steady you.
And every time, every single time, he does it so naturally that you don’t even think about it.
Until one day, Franky whistles and says, “You two sure act like a couple.”
You nearly drop the drink in your hands “What?!”
Sanji, who was stirring a pot at the stove, pauses.
Franky leans against the counter, grinning “You two do all that coupley stuff. He gives you the best food, takes care of you, treats you differently from everyone else—”
“That’s not true,” you say quickly “Sanji’s like this with everyone.”
Franky snorts “Nah. He does flirt with everyone. But this?” He gestures between you and Sanji “This is different.”
You glance at Sanji. He’s staring into the pot, silent.
Your face feels hot now “You guys are reading too much into things.”
“Sure we are...” Franky says, smirking. Then he leaves.
The kitchen is quiet now. You swallow and turn to Sanji.
“…Is it true?”
He looks at you. His usual confident smile is gone. Instead, there’s something softer in his eyes.
“I don’t know” he says “is it?”
Your heartbeat quickens.
Suddenly, every touch, every sweet gesture, it all feels different.
Maybe it wasn’t just a habit.
Maybe it was something else all along.
After all this the teasing has only gotten worse.
Ever since Nami and Usopp pointed out how Sanji treats you, they will not let it go.
“Here comes Sanji’s beloveeeed~” Usopp sings when you walk into the kitchen.
“I should start charging you for all the extra food Sanji makes only for you” Nami smirks.
Even Luffy, who usually doesn’t care about these things, grins at Sanji one afternoon and says “Oi, cook, when are you gonna marry y/n?”
Sanji chokes on his cigarette so hard he has to brace himself on the counter.
You groan and drag a hand down your face.
But what really drives you insane?
Sanji never denies it.
He stutters, blushes, waves his hands, but he never says “That’s not true.”
Because it is true.
And it’s starting to drive you crazy.
You try to ignore it. But then you start noticing things, even the smallest ones.
Sanji never lets you carry anything heavy.
He always pours you tea first, even before Nami and Robin.
He adjusts your chair at dinner like it’s second nature.
And the worst part? He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.
But you do.
And now, every time he gives you that look—the one that’s soft, full of admiration, like you hung the damn sun in the sky—your heart stumbles over itself.
This has to stop.
Or something has to change.
It happens one evening after dinner.
You’re in the kitchen, helping Sanji clean up. He hums as he washes the dishes, sleeves rolled up, golden hair falling over his forehead.
You watch him for a second, then take a deep breath.
“Sanji.”
He glances at you, smiling “Yes, my love?”
You grip the counter “Why do you act like we’re together?”
Sanji freezes.
The faucet keeps running. The kitchen is warm with the smell of spices. But Sanji is frozen.
Slowly, he turns his head toward you “…P-Pardon?”
You cross your arms “You treat me differently. Even the crew notices. You never do this stuff for anyone else.”
Sanji swallows hard “I—”
“You never deny it,” you press “and honestly? I’m tired of waiting for you to finally say something.”
Sanji stares at you like you’ve just flipped his entire world upside down.
His hands shake. His lips part like he wants to speak, but nothing comes out.
“…Sanji.” Your voice softens “Do you want this to be real?”
A shuddering breath leaves him. He looks at you, eyes wide, vulnerable.
“More than anything...” he whispers.
Your heartbeat stutters.
That’s it. That’s all you need to hear.
You step forward, grab the front of his shirt, and kiss him.
Sanji malfunctions.
His entire body locks up, like his brain has completely short-circuited.
For a solid two seconds, he does not move.
Then a noise escapes him, something between a whimper and a desperate sigh, and his hands come up to cup your face, pulling you closer.
The kiss is warm, overwhelming, but soft, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he holds on too tight.
When you finally pull away, he’s redder than his own suit.
“…M-Mon amour,” he breathes, voice shaking “You...you actually...”
You smirk “Took us long enough, cook.”
Sanji makes a strangled sound and immediately buries his face in your shoulder, arms wrapped tight around you.
Outside, the crew is losing their minds.
“TOLD YOU!” Usopp shouts.
“I WON THE BET!” Nami cheers.
“Oi, Sanji, you alive in there?” Zoro snickers.
Sanji doesn’t answer. He’s too busy melting against you, whispering sweet nothings into your skin.
And honestly?
You think you’ll let him.
── .✦ Trafalgar D. Law:
Law is not the kind of person who likes physical contact. He doesn’t let most people touch him. He keeps his distance, always standing at the edge of conversations with his arms crossed. If someone bumps into him, they get a glare.
But for some reason, you are different.
It starts when Bepo hands you a coat one evening.
“Here,” he says, tail flicking “you left this in the lounge.”
You blink at it. It’s black, long, and definitely not yours.
“This isn’t mine” you say, confused.
Bepo tilts his head “Oh. But you always wear the captain’s coat, so I thought it was yours now...”
You freeze.
“Wait. What?”
Shachi walks by and hears the conversation. He grins “Yeah, you totally do. Every time you’re cold, you steal his coat.”
Penguin nods “And Law never complains.”
You open your mouth. Close it. Try to remember.
…Okay, maybe you have borrowed Law’s coat a few times. But that’s just because it’s warm! And because it’s there! And because...
Oh no.
Your stomach twists “I... I do not...”
“Sure you don’t...” Shachi teases “What’s next? Calling him ‘dear’?”
You groan and shove the coat at Bepo before walking away.
But now, you can’t stop thinking about it.
After this, you start noticing other things. Like how Law always lets you into his personal space.
How you can tug his hat down over his eyes without him pushing you away.
How he casually rests his hand on your shoulder when he stands next to you.
One day, you trip over a loose crate. Before you even hit the ground, a familiar blue glow surrounds you... Law’s Room.
In an instant, you’re back on your feet, completely unharmed.
The Heart Pirates snicker.
“Captain didn’t even think” Penguin whispers.
“He never uses Room for anyone else’s clumsiness” Shachi adds.
You glare at them “I heard that.”
They just smirk.
Law doesn’t say anything. He just sighs and keeps walking, like saving you without thinking is the most natural thing in the world.
Your heart does something weird. You ignore it.
Later, you sit on a crate, arms crossed. Law stands next to you, reading a medical book.
You glance at him “Your crew keeps calling me ‘Captain’s partner.’”
He doesn’t look up “So?”
“So, why?”
He flips a page “Probably because you act like one.”
Your brain short-circuits.
You stare “Excuse me?”
Law finally looks at you, raising an eyebrow “You’re always in my quarters, you steal my coat, and you act like you belong next to me. They’re not wrong.”
Your face burns “I... You let me do all that!”
He smirks “I know.”
You open your mouth, but no words come out.
Because suddenly, you realize... he has let you. And he still is.
Ever since Bepo and the others pointed out how Law treats you differently, it’s been impossible to ignore.
The extra care during missions. The way he always stands just a little closer than necessary. The way he lets you touch him, his arm, his shoulder, even his hand, when no one else would dare.
But what really gives him away?
The way his ears burn red every time you get too close.
And yet he never says anything.
If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was running an experiment to see how long he could keep this up before you lost your mind.
So tonight you’re calling him out.
You find him in his quarters, buried in medical books.
“Hey, Law.” You lean against the desk, arms crossed “Can I ask you something?”
His eyes flick up “What?”
You tilt your head “Do you like me?”
Law chokes.
Not just a little cough... he full-on chokes on air, slamming his book shut as if that’ll somehow save him.
“What—?!” He coughs into his fist “Where the hell did that come from?”
You raise an eyebrow “You tell me.”
Law scowls, shifting uncomfortably “You’re being ridiculous.”
“Oh? Am I?” You step closer.
He stiffens “What are you...?”
You place your hands on the arms of his chair and lean in, caging him in.
His breath hitches.
Oh. Oh.
He is not prepared for this.
“Law,” you murmur, watching his face closely “you never let anyone touch you, but you let me.”
His jaw clenches “That doesn’t—”
“You always make sure I rest. You check my injuries before anyone else’s.”
“Because you’re reckless—”
“And...” you lean even closer “your ears are red right now.”
Law swallows.
You smirk “So, wanna try again?”
For a long moment, he just stares at you, lips parted, golden eyes darting between yours.
Then, in a last-ditch effort, he growls... “You’re annoying.”
You hum “Maybe.”
And then you kiss him.
Law goes still.
For the first time since you’ve known him, he is completely speechless.
But then a quiet sound escapes him, and his hand suddenly grips your wrist, holding you there.
You almost pull back, unsure, until his other hand slides around the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair, and he kisses you back.
It’s hesitant at first, but when you don’t pull away, something shifts.
The kiss deepens, his grip tightens, and the heat radiating off of him is enough to make you dizzy.
When you finally part, Law exhales sharply, pressing his forehead against yours.
“…You’re gonna be a problem” he mutters, voice rough.
You grin “Yeah?”
His fingers tighten in your hair “Yeah.”
And then, despite everything, he kisses you again.
Because for once in his life he’s done running.
── .✦ Portgas D. Ace:
Ace is naturally affectionate.
He throws an arm around people’s shoulders, laughs loudly, and grins like the world is a joke he’s in on. He’s warm but also because he makes people feel welcome.
So it’s not weird that he touches you a lot.
Right?
It starts when Marco sits down next to you, smirking.
“You and Ace finally together, yoi?”
You look at him confused “what do you mean?”
“A couple… are you two a couple?”
You almost drop your drink “What? No!”
Marco raises an eyebrow “You sure? He always saves you a seat at meals. Always gives you his food if you ask. Always keeps an eye on you during fights.”
You roll your eyes “That doesn’t mean anything. He’s just like that.”
“Not with everyone” Marco takes a sip of his drink “Just you.”
You open your mouth to argue, but then you don’t know what to say, because now, you’re thinking about it.
The next time Ace sits beside you at dinner, you notice how he slides his plate a little closer to yours, letting you steal his food.
The next time the crew docks at an island, you notice how he instinctively waits for you before walking off together.
The next time you’re about to trip, you don’t even get the chance to fall, Ace grabs your wrist and steadies you like it’s second nature.
And maybe it is second nature.
“Careful, Ace,” one of the division commanders teases “If you keep acting like that, y/n might actually think you’re in love.”
Ace laughs, scratching the back of his head “Yeah, yeah.”
You laugh too. Because it’s just a joke… Right?
One night, you sit together on the deck, watching the ocean.
You fidget for a second before saying “The crew keeps calling us a couple”
Ace hums “Yeah?”
You glance at him “Why do you think that is?”
He leans back, arms behind his head, and grins “Probably because we act like one.”
You choke on your own breath “Excuse me?!”
Ace tilts his head “I mean, we do everything together. You always take my food, and I always let you. You always pull me out of trouble, and I always let you. Feels natural, doesn’t it?”
Your brain short-circuits.
Because now that you think about it... yeah, it does feel natural.
“…Ace,” you say slowly “Are we...?”
He looks at you, amusement flickering in his eyes “What do you think?”
Your stomach flips.
Because suddenly, you’re not sure where the habit ends and the feelings begin.
After this, Ace keeps flirting with you all the time.
It’s just who he is.
Winks across the deck. Throwing an arm around your shoulders. Calling you hot stuff like it’s your actual name.
You’re used to it.
But after the teasing from Marco and Thatch, after realizing that Ace treats you differently, you start to wonder.
Is he just playing around? Or is there something real underneath?
There’s only one way to find out.
The perfect opportunity comes one afternoon, when Ace flops down next to you on the Moby Dick’s deck, grinning.
“Hey,” he drawls, resting an arm behind his head “Miss me?”
You smirk “I saw you literally two hours ago.”
“That’s two hours too long.” He winks “Bet you were thinking about me the whole time.”
You hum, tilting your head “You really think that, huh?”
Ace chuckles “C’mon, you love me.”
You raise an eyebrow “Prove it.”
He blinks “Huh?”
You shift, leaning closer with a sly smile “You say all this stuff, Ace. You flirt, you tease... but are you actually serious?”
For the first time, he hesitates.
Just for a second, but it’s enough.
“…Of course I am,” he says, but his usual confidence isn’t all there.
You smirk “Then show me.”
Before he can react, you grab his hat, his precious hat, and plop it onto your own head.
Ace short-circuits.
“Oi! That’s...!” He reaches for it instinctively but stops mid-motion, staring at you.
You tilt the brim with a smirk “What? You said you liked me, right?”
Ace swallows “Y-Yeah?”
“Then just take it back.”
You expect him to snatch it back playfully.
What you don’t expect is for Ace to grin, eyes flickering with mischief, and suddenly tackle you onto the deck.
You yelp as he hovers over you, forearms braced on either side of your head.
The crew whoops in the background, but neither of you pay them any attention.
Ace smirks down at you “You think you’re funny, huh?”
You grin “A little.”
Ace shakes his head, chuckling, but then his expression softens.
He reaches up, tilts the hat back just enough to see your face properly.
And then without thinking he leans down and kisses you.
It’s grinning into the kiss kind of playful. It’s warm and teasing but full of something deeper.
And when he pulls back, face way too close, he murmurs “Now you gotta prove it.”
Your heart races.
You don’t back down. Instead, you tug him down by his necklace and kiss him again.
This time, Ace melts.
When you finally break apart, Ace huffs out a breathless laugh.
“Well,” he grins “Guess you do love me.”
You roll your eyes “Shut up.”
But you don’t stop him when he kisses you one more time.
Because, honestly?
He’s right.
── .✦ Sabo:
Sabo is easy to be around.
He’s kind, smart, and always ready to listen. He laughs at your jokes, never forgets your favorite things, and somehow always knows when you need him.
So it’s no surprise that you spend a lot of time together.
But apparently, the way you act around him is a little… suspicious.
It starts when you’re walking through the Revolutionary Army base with Koala.
“So,” she says casually “when are you and Sabo going to make it official?”
You nearly trip over your own feet “What?!”
Koala grins “Come on, don’t play dumb. You two already act like a couple.”
You scoff “No, we don’t.”
She raises an eyebrow “Oh really? Who’s the first person Sabo looks for when he gets back from a mission?”
“…Me.”
“Who’s the only person he lets borrow his gloves?”
“…Me.”
“And who’s the only one he lets fall asleep on his shoulder without complaining?”
You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.
Because—oh.
Oh.
Koala smirks “See what I mean?”
You shake your head “That doesn’t mean anything. We’re just close.”
She shrugs “If you say so.”
But now, you can’t stop thinking about it. You start noticing things, like how Sabo always finds a reason to sit next to you during meals, or how he reaches out to fix your collar or tuck your hair behind your ear like it’s normal, or how he always makes sure you have a blanket when you fall asleep at your desk, even though no one else gets that treatment.
And the worst part?
Now that you’re paying attention, everyone else is too.
“I swear, it’s like they’re married” one soldier mutters.
“They finish each other’s sentences” another whispers.
“Bet they don’t even realize” someone else chuckles.
You groan and drop your head onto the table.
Sabo, sitting beside you, blinks “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing” you mumble.
He frowns, then wordlessly slides his drink toward you.
You stare at it “…Did you just give me your drink?”
He shrugs “You like it more than I do.”
You glance around. Several soldiers are watching now, smirking.
Slowly, you push the drink back to him.
Sabo looks confused “You don’t want it?”
Your face burns “Nope. I’m fine.”
He tilts his head, then shrugs and takes a sip.
The others snicker.
You sigh.
Later that night, you sit beside him on the rooftop, watching the stars.
“Sabo,” you say carefully “do we… act like a couple?”
He hums “Why?”
“People keep saying we do.”
Sabo leans back on his hands, thinking. Then he smiles “I guess I can see why.”
Your heart skips a beat “You can?”
“Well, we’re always together,” he says easily “I trust you more than anyone. You take care of me, I take care of you. Feels normal.”
You stare at him “That’s… kind of a couple thing, don’t you think?”
Sabo looks at you for a long moment. Then he smirks.
“Well,” he says, voice teasing but gentle “do you want it to be?”
Your breath catches.
And suddenly, the answer seems obvious.
Sabo has always been easy to be around.
You never have to force a conversation. Never have to second-guess his presence.
He’s just there, a steady warmth beside you, the hand that always steadies your back when you walk through the Revolutionary camp, the person you find yourself naturally leaning against when you’re tired.
And the thing is?
He never pulls away.
Even now, sitting beside you near the fire after a long day, his arm rests lightly along the back of your seat. Close enough to feel, but not demanding.
It’s natural.
But tonight, something’s different.
There’s a quiet between you, not uncomfortable, but charged with something unsaid.
You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly your head is resting against his shoulder, and instead of shifting away, Sabo just exhales softly, tilting his head against yours.
You close your eyes, feeling the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing.
“…I like this” you murmur, barely thinking.
Sabo hums “Me too” A pause. Then... “I always have.”
Your heart stutters.
Slowly, you lift your head, turning just enough to meet his gaze.
His expression is calm, too calm, like he’s waiting for you to understand something he’s known for a long time.
And you do.
Because of course it was always him.
You don’t say anything. You don’t need to.
Instead, you reach up, gently tracing your fingers along his jaw.
Sabo closes his eyes briefly at the touch before opening them again, watching you with something unreadable, something deep.
Then, without hesitation, he leans in.
The kiss is slow, certain.
It’s not rushed, not desperate because this was never a question.
It was always going to be this.
When you part, Sabo lingers, his forehead resting against yours.
His hand finds yours, fingers lacing together easily.
“…Feels like we should’ve done that a long time ago” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours.
You smile “Maybe. But I think we got here at the right time.”
Sabo chuckles softly, squeezing your hand “Yeah. I think so too.”
And when he kisses you again, it feels like something that was simply meant to be.
Summary: You've discussed it, you've planned it, set your boundaries, now it's time for Sanji to watch the main event.
Zoro’s calloused hands felt so different in contrast to Sanji’s. The pads of the cook’s fingers were soft, his nails cut short enough as to not leave crescents along your skin when over excited. But Zoro’s were the opposite. Where Sanji was soft, Zoro was ruff, almost gritty with callouse. Where Sanji was gentle, Zoro was anything but. The way his hands gripped at the fat of your hips as he manhandled you against the wall, your back hitting the wall with enough force to knock the air from your lungs. His kiss was all teeth and tongue, nipping at your lips with a hand on the back of your head controlling your every movement.
You couldn’t deny how much you were enjoying this juxtaposition, the moans streaming from your obstructed mouth was all the proof Zoro needed of that. Although, just to be sure, the hand that had been on the back of your head slid its way down your body, before roughly forcing its way into your leggings. “Fuck you’re so wet.” He spoke directly into your mouth, the words coming out as a growl. His teeth pulled your bottom lip before he moved his lips from yours, allowing the moan you tried to swallow to slip out as he pressed his fingers deeper “You know who I bet would love to see how wet I got you?” All you could do was whine, a cocky smile across his lips that were wet with your saliva ”Cook.” He pulled his face away from you, looking over his shoulder as he shoved his fingers further into you moving them around to gather as much of you as he could between pulling them out. He held his hand up as he displayed the way your fluid webbed between his fingers, shining wetly in what little light there was in the room. “You see how wet I got your woman?”
“Don’t be me-“ You were cut off by him shoving his slick covered digits into your mouth, muffling any further protests you had.
“Mmm yeah baby, suck on those fingers like you’re gonna’ suck on my cock.” He started to pull them out from between your lips before thrusting them back in. His eyes glued to the way you greedily sucked on his fingers, your tongue lapping along his knuckles the way he knew you’d run it along the underside of his cock. Every time he pulled them out, thrusting them back into your mouth he fed off the quiet mm that managed to slip out from around his fingers.
”We had an agreement.” Your boyfriend’s voice was much more level than you expected. The smell of his nicotine filled the small bedroom from where he sat in an armchair next to the bed, his body obscured by the swordsman’s who groaned as though he forgot the other man was in the room.
“Yeah yeah, like she won’t be begging for more.” Zoro’s gaze didn’t leave yours as you sucked greedily at his fingers. “Isn’t that right, baby girl.” You nodded as he slowly pulled his fingers from your lips, dragging them along your chin until he could roughly grope your still covered breast. “You ready for me to fuck you in front of your stupid dart brow?” He didn’t wait for you to confirm, you three had talked about it beforehand, he knew you wanted it, saw the way you had clenched your thighs when you met the day before to discuss it.
He pulled you from the wall, shoving you towards the bed of which you fell back into. He stood over you, looking over your form, eyes scanning over you for long enough you began to squirm. You hazarded a look at the man next to the bed, his leg was perched atop his knee, cigarette between his lips, his hand gripping his calf tightly. His blazer was folded carefully over the back of his chair, his sleeves rolled up to just above his elbows. You knew that if he moved his legs you could see his cock straining through his slacks, but he was determined to ignore it until Zoro had left.
Your attention was dragged back to the green haired man as he grabbed the waist of your leggings and yanked them down your legs and tossing them on the floor. The look in his eyes reminded you of a tiger that had just nabbed a wild boar and was getting ready to take its first bite. “Shirt off.” He demanded as he pulled his own shirt off, followed by him unzipping his pants. You could just barely see green hairs peaking out from under his pants before he pulled his cock out, stroking it slowly as he watched you pull your shirt over your head. “Such an obedient girl” You tried to close your legs, to give your cunt some kind of pleasure, but he was quick to grab your leg, pulling you to the edge of the bed.
He stepped into you, still holding onto your calf as he rubbed the head of his cock against your slit. You raised your hips, enjoying the way his bulbous head slid between your folds, pausing for a second to smack it against your clit. It wasn’t until you felt him press into you, the sting of stretch forced a sharp intake of breath as you propped yourself up on your elbows “Wha-wait it’s, it’s too b-big“ You sputtered out, the look of confusion evident on the swordsman’s face, but he paused nevertheless.
”You can’t just f- god you’re so stupid.” Sanji’s brow twitched in irritation, trying to keep his voice even as he rubbed a hand over his face. “No wonder you can’t get a woman.”
“Who says I want a woman, seems like I’m doing a pretty good job with your’s.” Zoro turned to lock eyes with the man behind him, his head still stretched your hole as they argued.
“You’re such a moron, you have to stretch her out.” He heavily sighed, falling back against his chair as his eyes fell back on you, his brows knit together in concern, but when you nodded, silently reassuring him you saw him relax again.
He stepped back, letting go of your leg and leaving you dangling over the side of the bed with him still between your legs. He slowly lowered himself down onto his knees, on hand still on his cock, lazily stroking it as he pushed his middle finger into your hole with ease. Quickly adding a second one, the sound of his hand smacking against your slick folds seemed almost deafening in the quiet room, but when you felt his warm breath against your cunt a long moan fell from your lips. His mouth was on you before Sanji had a chance to protest. You could feel him groan against you, working a third finger into your as he mouthed at your clit, his eyes closed as he enjoyed your taste.
“My love.” You hummed at Sanji, moving your head to look at him, your eyes heavy and a constant flow of breathy ah’s coming from your open mouth. “How does his mouth feel?”
“So good, ‘ji.” You could feel Zoro groan against you, clearly not liking that you’re being distracted from all his hard work.
”At least he can use his big mouth for something.” You watched as Sanji blew a perfect smoke ring in the opposite direction. “And his fingers, what’s he doing with them?”
“He-he keeps c-curving them up and fuck it feels so-o good.” He hummed, and you didn’t know it but for a brief second the cook and swordsman lock eyes before you can feel Zoro smirk against your cunt.
“She tastes real good, cook. Better than anything you’ve made.” Sanji sighed, knowing he was right. ”Wanna’ taste?” He asked, tongue flicking against your clit and fingers fucking into you with abandon. Sanji stayed quiet, knowing he had no intention of participating with a brute like him, he would get his fill of you afterwards. As he pushed in a fourth finger, which was a bit wider than his cock, you were so far gone you didn’t even feel the low ebb of stretch. His tongue lapping at your clit, getting under your hood and abusing the raw nerve endings almost to the point of discomfort but you knew you were going to be tossed over the edge and into the waves of your climax.
Your body arched, your thighs clenching around his head as you grabbed his short hair, holding him against your cunt. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, slowly becoming less and less until you were just a whining mess of overstimulation, whimpering in hopes the swordsman would pull away from your pulsing clit. Which he eventually did, wiping his face on the back of his arm as he pulled his fingers from your cunt. If you hadn’t been so out of it, you would have questioned why he stood up and walked towards Sanji, but all you could do in that moment was silently follow him as he cleared the distance between him and the chair. “Open.” Sanji furrowed his brows, looking like he was about to say something but when he opened his mouth to speak, Zoro pushed two fingers into his mouth. “Tastes good, don’t she?” In your current state you were completely incapable of stopping the long drawn out moan at the sight of these two men sharing a strangely erotic moment as you laid out naked on the bed watching them, slowly beginning to understand why Sanji had been so interested in watching the two of you. Both their heads turned to you, clearly surprised by your reaction. Zoro smirked and Sanji’s face flushed a bright red, moving his head to silently urge Zoro to pull his fingers out from his mouth.
“Come on baby girl, bring your ass this way so we can give Curly a front row seat.” He grabbed your leg, pulling you around the curve of the bed so Sanji could get a clear view of your slick cunt. He tugged your leg, bringing you right to the edge of the bed again, stroking his cock slowly although it clearly hadn’t softened in the least. He rubbed his tip along your folds, smacking it against your clit like he had before and watched how you squirmed, hips bucking to try to guide his cock to your entrance. “Someone’s needy.” You couldn’t help but nod as he slowly pushed into you.
There was no way in hell you could have handled his girth had he not prepped you, even after all that, the sting of his thickness was still apparent. But as he leaned over you, he watched your expression, pausing when you scrunched your nose and then resuming slowly when you relaxed. “Taking me so well.” His jaw was tight, his exhales coming out through his nose as you felt the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. He leaned back, standing up and guiding your legs up to his shoulders, pausing to press a kiss to your right ankle. “See how well she’s taking me, Curls? Gonna stretch her out nice and good for you.” You were watching Sanji as Zoro began slowly thrusting in and out of you.
“Sanji” your voice was breathy and you reached a hand out to him, even though you knew he wouldn’t take it, having made it very clear he had no intention of crossing the threshold of the bed until Zoro had left.
“Yes my love”
You opened your mouth to say something to your partner, but Zoro made sure to thrust particularly hard into you so all that came out was a startled moan.
“Hey, pay attention to me, not him.” When you met his gaze again he hummed “yeah that’s it baby girl, keep those pretty eyes on me.” His thrusts were speeding up, and when he leaned over you, forcing your knees to your chest in a mating press you began seeing stars. His head was pressed into your shoulder, a slew of animalistic groans were pressed into your skin as his hips began to lose their rhythm. “Cook” his voice was uneven, you could even call it a little breathy as he called to the man watching the whole encounter. “You’re gonna’ have to tell me where to cum, cuz I’m gettin’ close” he had to speak up to be heard over you, moaning every time his cock head bullies your cervix.
“I thought you could last longer than this.” You could hear how smug Sanji was.
“She’s squeezing me like crazy I-I won’t last!”
“Where do you want to cum?”
“F-fuck you, just tell me!” His hips were beginning to stutter, pausing for a bit longer when he was fully inside of you each time. “Can’t fuckin’ think right now.” His teeth were clenched as he pressed his head into your chest, his forehead sticky with sweat and his breath hot on your skin. His thrusts were so hard that you were steadily pushed back onto the bed, forcing him to kneel on the mattress, curving his body over you.
“I think you can hold out longer then this.” The tone Sanji used a tone you instantly recognized, even in your sex fogged state. It was the tone he used on the very rare occasions he wanted to tease you. You felt Zoro groan more then you heard it, his arms moved from holding your legs that were pressed between your torsos to supporting his weight on either side of your head.
“I’m always quite partial to finishing inside her,” You wanted to see his expression, see how he was managing to somehow keep his cool demeanor, cigarette held lazily between his index and middle finger, his head cocked to the side as he watched how uneven Zoro’s thrusts were becoming. “But that’s just for me,” He couldn’t stop the small laugh when Zoro swore into your skin, catching the fat of your breast between his front teeth “You could always cum on her stomach, but I bet she’d prefer it on her face,” he paused for a second, the long moan that slipped out from between Zoro’s teeth was like music to his ears. He was enjoying this so much more then he ever expected, something about getting to poke at his crewmate while watching you being fucked harder then he could find it in himself to do, it was turning him on more then he wanted to admit. “Knowing you, you’d probably get it in her hair.”
“Cook” The three of you all knew that was a moan, a long drawn out moan from the swordsman. It caught Sanji entirely off guard, the throb of his cock making his hand cover his mouth to stifle the moan. Even in your cock drunk state, you thought it was the hottest thing to ever leave the green haired man’s mouth, but you swore to yourself that you’d never mention it.
“Fine, cum on her pretty pussy, but don’t ever say I don’t do anything nice for you.” He tried to sound disinterested, but when Zoro sat up straight you were finally able to see the blonde’s face. His grip on his cigarette was so tight, that he had crunched what little of the butt remained, his cheeks were pink and his eyes were glued to the last full thrust Zoro did before pulling out of your cunt and cumming almost instantly. The combination of your body clenching around nothing and the feeling of warm cum coating your folds felt like nothing you've experienced before. Zoro’s whole body tensed, his stomach clenching as he dug his nails into the fat of your thighs.
“S-Sanji” The ache in your cunt was all you could think about. Your clit was ebbing as you clenched around nothing, the coolness of his drying cum was making your already sensitive body whine.
“Yes my princess,”
”Can he make me cum one more time, please?” He finally forced his gaze away from your cum covered cunt, his mouth practically watering “I’m so close, all I would need is him to press his fin- Oh my f- yes-s” before Sanji could answer, your sentence was turned into a slew of moans as you felt Zoro’s thumb move in firm but slow circles around your clit. You used the leverage you had from his shoulders to buck your hips up in a silent plea for more.
“Think she deserves another one, Cook?” Zoro’s voice is gravelly, exactly how he sounds after a long nap.
“She was very well behaved.” As if Sanji ever doubted you. “Give her one last one before you go.”
Zoro’s thumb maintained the same speed while putting more pressure on your bud. “Come on baby girl, give me one more.” He pressed slow kisses to the inside of your knee while using his free hand to hold onto your calf. You nodded, your eyes squeezed closed as you tried to speak, tried to tell him how close you were. “Your cunt is all sticky, all covered in my cum.” He was dragged his lips over your leg, nipping occasionally. “Is your cook gonna clean it up for you?” Both you and Sanji seemed to moan simultaneously. “Come on princess, don’t make him wait all night.” His use of your favorite of Sanji’s nicknames for you was what threw you over the edge for the second, and surely not the last time that night. He kept his thumb pressed on your clit until you fell limp against the bed, eyes open but not seeing.
You could feel him slowly guide your legs off his shoulders, leaning over you to press a kiss to your temple as your brain slowly rebooted itself.
“This better not be the last time you let me join, Curls.” You blinked a few times, gaze drawn to the two men in front of you. Zoro, lazily stroking his half hard cock as he stood next to Sanji, who was trying desperately not to stare at the swordsman’s crotch.
“We’ll see.” Sanji stood up, his hand coming up to knot of his tie, working it loose.
“Seemed like you enjoyed it” Zoro said in a cocky tone, nodding towards the very apparent tent in Sanji’s slacks.
“At least I don’t finish as quickly as you do.” He retorted proudly.
“Guess only round two will tell.” He said with a shrug as he shoved himself back into his sweat pants, pulling his shirt over his head. He paused for a second, as though he was going to say something else but thought better of it. Opening the door enough to slip out before closing it behind him.
By the time you looked away from the door and back to Sanji, he was on his knees, his hands on your hips pulling you to the edge of the bed, his tongue immediately lapping at the drying cum that coated your folds. You knew you would be in for a long night.
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