#zosan x reader

You flipped desperately through the pages of the field guide by the light of the fire Zoro had made. The wind had begun to pick up outside the cabin with the fast approaching storm. The locals had warned it likely that if you didn’t make it back before nightfall, you’d have to seek shelter.

You’d been on track to make it back down the mountain in time, but then Sanji had encountered some kind of flower that was making him sick. Currently he stood facing the wall, forehead pressed into the battered wood. “So hot,” he muttered, as he slid off his jacket.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, “but you can’t go outside. The rain…” Not only was the temperature rapidly dropping outside, but this high up the mountain during this time of the year, the night rain was toxic to the touch and only purified again under the sunlight. This time of year also happened to be the only time the medicinal herbs Chopper wanted could grow.

Sanji groaned, loosening his tie. You looked back towards the field guide in your hands, “tell me again.”

“Pink flower. By the stream. It exploded into a mist when I got close,” Sanji’s voice was painfully strained and it broke your heart.

“What color was the mist?” There were so many different plants on the mountain, you skimmed through hundreds in the thick guidebook.

“Pink,” Zoro answered, having seen it happen. “It was kinda spiky.”

Your fingers glided through the pages and then suddenly halted, finding a depiction that somewhat matched the description. Your eyes skimmed the information before suddenly stopping. Your heart dropping in your chest. “Um… did it have white spots?”

“Yeah,” Sanji mumbled, undoing the top buttons of his shirt.

“Oh…”

“Oh? Oh, what?” Zoro asked. “Is it poisonous?”

You stood up and crossed the small one room cabin next to Sanji. You could feel the heat radiating off of him. “Sanji… is this it?” His eyes slowly drug across your face, gaze lingering on your mouth. He licked his lips. “Sanji, is this the flower?”

He blinked and looked down to the page you held out for him. “Yeah… yeah, that’s it.” He tried to read it, but his vision was hazy and unfocused.

“What does it say?” Zoro asked.

“Um… well, it’s not poisonous, but…”

“But?”

“But it does have side effects. Not permanent, just… intense. You should be okay by morning… Sanji,” you ventured carefully, “how do you feel?”

“Hot,” he said. “So hot. And fluttery.”

“Fluttery?”

“Like butterflies. But everywhere.”

“I think you’re in the second stage,” you muse looking at the book.

“Second stage of what?”

Your cheeks grow hot, “the flower grows by the streams during the mountain’s fertile time of the year. It… it’s meant to encourage… ah, the mating season.”

Sanji kept popping buttons down the front of his shirt, his chest bare and gleaming in the firelight.

“What!? What the hell does that mean?”

“It acts as a stimulate to the local fauna. To make them… ya know…" you blushed. "I guess, it works on people too.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Zoro says, grabbing the book from your hands and angling it towards the light. “Did you know about this?” Zoro snaps to Sanji.

Sanji shakes his head, breath too ragged to respond, and you come to his defense. “Zoro, of course he didn’t. It was an accident.”

“What do I do?” Sanji asks, all his buttons undone now.

Zoro watches you step towards the cook, muscles tense as you place a sympathetic hand to his back. You reach up to touch Sanji’s face and he immediately turns into your touch, whimpering. “We need to bring your fever down.” Sanji nods into your palm, face flushed and eyes closed.

Zoro scanned the page, searching for the information on how to do that and grunts with displeasure when he finds the answer. “ ‘The frenzy is subsided once the animal finds release…’,” he quotes from the book before slamming it shut.

You pull your hand away from Sanji’s face and a pitiful noise shudders through him. “If his fever keeps getting higher, he could be in real trouble.” Sanji peels off his shirt and places his hands against the wall, nails scratching into the wood.

Zoro grabs your arm and pulls you to his side of the room. “Fine. Do what you need to do, but do it yourself,” he growls.

Sanji shakes his head, body trembling. “No way. Just… just tie me up. Knock me out.”

“No! That’s too dangerous. If you’re unconscious and your fever keeps rising it could kill you.” You look around the cabin desperately hoping an alternative solution would come to you. But it’s no more than a tiny one room shack, there wasn’t even any furniture and definitely no where that could offer any sense of privacy.

“You could… you could knock me out,” you mused to Zoro. “If it would make it easier for him-“

“I’m not fucking doing that,” Zoro refuses, unable to bring himself to use his strength against you like that.

“Listen, Sanji-“ he moans hearing you say his name, “it’s okay. It’s okay, if you need to… Just think of it as a medical necessity.” You try to soften the embarrassing nature of the situation.

“Necessity…” he grounds out.

“Right, Sanji. Just something you need to do to get better.”

“Need…” his voice is gravelly and deep. His fingers scratch down the wood like he’s trying to hold on for dear life, but his body has other ideas. One hand drops from the wall and disappears down the front of him. “Again,” he demands. “Say it again.”

“Say what...?”

“My name,” he growls. There’s a soft clinking sound as he undoes his belt. “Say my name again.”

“Don’t bring her into this,” Zoro snaps. “You caused this problem, you fix it your damn self.”

“Zoro,” you say softly, “he can’t help it.”

There’s a rustling sound and you see Sanji’s arm moving rhythmically, his shoulders hunched over, muscles rippling in his back. You quickly avert your gaze, trying to give him some semblance of privacy. “Pretty voice. So pretty when you say my name. So pretty~" The rustling gets louder. “Pretty mouth. Would taste so good-“

“Would you shut up!?”

“Wanna taste it, wanna taste it so bad,” Sanji’s dirty words slurred, his mind completely slipping into a lust-driven intoxication.

Despite knowing he wasn’t in control of himself and what he was saying, the words made you blush and there was a sudden fluttering in lower part of your body. “Try not to listen…” you mumbled more to yourself than Zoro.

But Sanji moaned hearing your pretty voice again, the rustling getting faster before it stalled and he groaned deeply, body spasming. Sanji looked down at the hand choking his cock. His cum shot in thick, heavy ropes with every spasm. Splashing the wall, coating his stomach, dripping down his pants. So much fucking cum. He spread it across his dick, enjoying the sticky heat and then started stroking again.

“Are you done?” Zoro asked.

Sanji shook his head, “can’t stop,” he confessed through his clenched teeth. “Still fucking hard. Oh, fuck, there’s so much cum.”

His shameless words made your body feel hot despite yourself. You took a deep breath, willing yourself to focus. Your fingers knotted together with worry. “I thought it said he’d be better if he found release…”

“Guess it wasn’t enough,” Zoro muttered.

“What do we do?” you ask, your eyes find Sanji again. He’d pushed his pants down lower, your gaze locked onto the way his arm furiously moved back forth. The sounds of his masturbating filled the cabin, so wet and filthy. With every inhale, the scent of his sex grew stronger. “Should we help him?” you asked, uncertain.

“Help him?”

“You wanna help me, princess? Wanna touch me? Please please please,” he begged.

“Stroke your own fucking cock, you prick,” Zoro barks.

“You can watch me,” Sanji whines, “just watch me do it.”

Without realizing it, your tongue darts across your lips- but Zoro notices it. “...Would it actually help if you did that?”

“I dunno…”

Zoro sighs heavy and leans back against the wall, arms crossed. “If you think it could, try it. I can’t listen to this all fucking night.”

Your eyes widened, “you want me to watch him?”

Zoro shrugs, “up to you.” Your voice stammers, unable to form words at his suggestion. “Like you said, it’s just a medical necessity,” he repeats your earlier reassurances back to you and you close your mouth. You take a deep breath and remind yourself that despite the humiliating nature of the situation, Sanji is your friend. He was suffering. And while you’d never imagined you’d be in a situation like this, there was still nothing you wouldn’t do for your friends.

“O-okay,” you agreed, “I’ll try.”

Zoro grabs your arm and pulls you towards him, flipping you around so your back is against his chest. He holds you there against him while he addresses Sanji. “Cook,” he demands, “turn around. Let her watch.”

You swallow as Sanji slows his movements just long enough to strip the rest of his clothes away. You drink in the sight of him, body lean and toned and glistening with exertion. He turned, slowly, finally revealing the mess of his cock to you. Still gripped tight in his hand, it was solid and reddened and absolutely soaked. Long strings of cum dripped from him down towards the floor. Sanji’s thighs soaked with his own fluids.

As soon as he saw your eyes on him, Sanji pressed his thumb into the slit of his cockhead, cum oozing out around his digit and slid down in ropes to the floor. “Fuuuck,” he groaned, squeezing the tip of his dick that spasmed at the sight of you. He circled his fingers and began rocking his hips, pushing them further and further as if they could reach you from the other side of the cabin. The sight of his swollen tip forcing its way through the tight ring of his fingers was stirring. Faster and faster, Sanji fucked himself in front of you. “Keep watching, princess. Don’t take your eyes off my cock. Gonna cum again.” He pistoned his hips against his hand, cockhead thrusting in your direction. It didn’t take long for his cum to splash to the floor in front of you, but he didn’t stop pumping.

“Fucking nasty,” Zoro snapped, still holding you still by the arms so you could do nothing but stand there and watch.

Sanji wrapped his whole hand around his shaft then, vigorously jerking it back and forth. His eyes locked onto yours, “you like it, don’t you princess? Like watching me milk my cock. Such a nasty fucking mess.”

Zoro leaned down and pressed his lips to your ear. Voice low and dangerous, “tell him you like it.” Wetness pooled between your legs as you gasped in a breath. “Tell him,” Zoro orders.

“I... I like watching you touch yourself, Sanji...”

Sanji groans, eyes rolling back in his head and more cum leaks from his abused cock. He looks over at you again, trying to slow himself down. His eyes are pure black as he looks at you, “Can’t stop, Princess. I can’t stop.” His voice is hoarse and pleading.

“It’s okay, Sanji,” you assure him. “I like it. I wanna watch you cum again.”

His hips pick up more speed, slamming back against the wall with every thrust. “Gonna cum again. Gonna do it for you. Gonna give you my cum. You want it- yes yes yes- you want it.”

Zoro’s eyes glance down watching the way you keep pushing your thighs together. Felt the way your breath hitched in your chest. Fuck, if it wasn’t turning him on.

“I want it, Sanji. I want you to cum for me.”

Always so eager to please, the cook cried out as his whole body convulsed. He hunched over as cum shot from his dick. Rope after rope. Zoro watched, almost amazed at the sight of it. He had no idea how the cook’s body managed to keep producing so much. Sanji groaned, jerking his cock hard, trying to force it all out.

He leaned back against the wall, breathless. The three of you standing there, listening to the rattle of it, the smell of sex heavy in the air. Sanji’s body was flushed as it heaved with every breath. Your face heated when you met his eyes, dropping your gaze only to be met with the puddles of his fluid. You closed your eyes, trying to stave off the desire your own body was trying to stoke.

“Oh, fuck!” Sanji cried. Your eyes snapped open to see him looking down bewildered at his own cock standing ready once more, already dripping a fresh round of precum. Tears pricked his eyes with frustration, making you feel all the more guilty for the way your body was reacting.

“Sanji…” his eyes went to yours, desperation on his face.

“Help me. Please help me.”

Sucking in a breath you instinctively moved to step towards him, but Zoro tightened his grip. “How do you expect her to help you?”

Sanji’s eyes lock up to Zoro’s, “I need to fuck her.”

Your eyes widened at his blunt admission. “And what makes you think I would let you do that?” Zoro asks.

Sanji swallows, not taking his eyes off the swordsman as he begs, “please, I can’t take this. I need her. I need to cum inside her, need to fill her up.”

Zoro grabs your chin and angles you to look at him, “and you? You would let him do that?”

You licked your lips, holding his gaze, “if it would help… yes.”

Zoro released you and turned his gaze back towards the cook. He held the man’s gaze as he began to undress you. Sanji’s cock twitched as he watched Zoro slowly peel off your top, letting your breasts fall free. Zoro’s big hands rubbing over them, fingers rolling your nipples. They drag down the front of your body sliding into the waistband of your pants, teasing the sensitive skin there before slowly- so slowly- undoing your laces. He pushes your pants down and takes you out of them.

Sanji slowly strokes his cock, trying to keep a mild pace as he enjoys the sight before him. Zoro’s hands drag over your clothed cunt, sliding in between your legs. He releases a dark chuckle, “she’s fucking wet.” Sanji’s leaky cock spasms in his hand.

Zoro wraps an arm around your middle and lifts you from the ground, the other hand dragging your wet panties down your legs. Once they’re off, he sets you down again. He tosses your panties towards Sanji, the cook deftly catching them and immediately bringing them to his face, inhaling deeply.

Your breath hitches, pulse racing as your mind swims, trying to reckon with the erotic situation you're falling into. Your body feels so hot, a fluttering deep in the lower regions of your body. You could feel your own wetness start to slowly drip down your thighs.

Zoro grabs behind your right knee and hoists your leg up. You yelp, but his strong hands keep you from falling. He pulls your knee up, opening your dripping cunt and putting it on display. Zoro’s eyes lock onto Sanji, “come get on your knees,” he demands.

With no hesitation, Sanji steps forward and drops hard to his knees, kneeling the puddle of his own mess, eye level with your glistening cunt. Zoro’s fingers spread your pussy to give him a better look. He presses two fingers into you before slowly pulling them back out, holding them up for Sanji to see. He spreads them apart, strings of your juices webbing between them. “She got fucking wet watching you jerk your nasty fucking cock.”

You moaned as Zoro’s fingers slid through you again. Sanji leaned forward, captivated by the sight of it- one hand stroking himself, the other still clutching your panties. “Now you’re going to watch when I make her cum.”

Zoro slid two fingers into you, palm grinding against your clit. You moaned deeply, head falling back against Zoro’s strong body. In the position he had you, you could do nothing but let him work you over. He pushed his fingers all the way in before pulling them back, and pushing them in once more. Gliding so easily in and out.

He pushed them back to the knuckle and held them there, letting his palm grind pleasure into your clit. “Tell her your like it,” he commands down at Sanji. “Tell her how grateful you are to watch her cum.”

Sanji’s eyes rake over your quivering body. “Fuck, I love seeing you like this. Love hearing you moan. Wanna hear you cum,” his hand worked his cock faster and your pussy clenched around Zoro’s fingers. He curls them inside you putting pressure on your sweet spot while increasing the pressure to your clit.

“Zoro~” you moaned, “feels so good.”

“I know, baby. Tell him, not me.”

“It feels really good, Sanji. It feels so so good~” Zoro works his hand faster, hard enough to lift you off the floor to the tips of your toes, letting your weight rest on his fingers pressed so deeply inside your body. “I love being touched. Love when he touches me like this.” Zoro’s cock twitches against your back. “He touches me a lot. Touches me so good. So deep.” Zoro grunts, holding you tighter and grinding his cock between your bodies.

Zoro pulls his fingers out of you and you whine in protest. “Shhh. Wanna make sure he can see your pretty pussy clench when you cum. You want him to see it, right?”

You nod, “yes, want him to watch.”

Zoro slides his leg out and spreads your body further, opening you up even more for Sanji to see. He takes a single finger and starts circling your clit, mindful not to block any of Sanji’s view with his big hand. “Beg her, Cook. Beg her to let you watch her cum.”

“Fuck yes, please cum. Please let me see it. Wanna watch it drip out of you. Wanna watch that pussy cream. Gonna cum with you, gonna cum at the same time,” he promises, stroking his cock harder.

Zoro increases the pressure, his finger rolling with precision around your clit. Faster. Harder. You moan, fingers digging into his strong arms. You feel it building, “I’m getting close. I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

“Show him, baby. Show him what it looks like when I make you cum.”

“Show me. Show me- fuck, need to see it.”

A groan shatters through your body as you cum hard, whining at the sensation of your cunt spasaming hard around absolutely nothing.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck,” Sanji groans, shooting his own load onto himself. He’s staring at your pussy, tightening his hand in time with the way it pulses.

“You see that?” Zoro asks, “that’s what you want, right? That’s where you wanna stick your prick.”

“Yes,” Sanji breathes, “yes, wanna fuck that tight hole. Wanna feel it milk me.”

Your body trembles as Zoro adjusts his hold, “I’m going to let you. I’m going to let you fuck her.” Zoro frees his cock and lines it up, “but I’m gonna fuck her first.”

He slides all the way in and you moan at the way he fills you up. So big. So thick. Zoro’s cock completely fills you up and stretches you out. Your pussy desperately clenches around him. “Ah, fuck, gripping me tight, baby.” He thrusts into you, steady and powerful, holding you against him you’re nothing but a fuckdoll in his arms.

Zoro looks down at Sanji, arrogant grin on his face watching the other man on his knees. Dick still in hand as his eyes stayed on where Zoro’s cock pushed into you. “He’s watching you. He’s watching you get used by this fat cock. This is what he wants to do to you, baby. Wants to use your body, wants to feel you cum on him.” You moan and your pussy clenches. Zoro groans, the sound vibrating against your back. “Take your hands off your dick and touch her clit.” Sanji’s eyes widen at the command. “I showed you how she likes it, didn’t I? Now fucking touch her. If you can’t make her cum, I’m not going to let you fuck her.”

Sanji slides forward, fingers immediately finding the clit on your bouncing body. His hand moves with you, fingers rolling the pretty bud between his knuckles. Every movement Zoro makes lands you back against Sanji’s fingers. Their paces finding wordless rhythm with each other. Both men worked at your pussy and you were helpless to do anything but enjoy it.

Faster they went. Zoro’s cock pumping you, Sanji’s fingers rubbing at your clit. “Feels so good~”

“Yeah? Gonna cum?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whined.

You body tightened, prepared to snap when Zoro grabbed a fist of Sanji’s hair and jerked his face towards your cunt. “Suck.” Sanji’s lips immediately latched onto your clit, sucking at it like he had been starving for it. His lips pulsed around your bud, tongue fluttering against it. He suckled you like his life depended on it.

Shamelessly, you moaned, eyes tearing at the overwhelming sensations. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” you begged. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming, oh fuck-“

Zoro pumped faster, groaning as he flooded you. Your pussy milking every drop from him as you clenched. Sanji didn’t stop suckling you, the sloppy sound of his hand jerking his cock still filling the air.

Your body twitched in the aftershock of your orgasm. Zoro tucked his face to the crook of your neck, placing tender kisses against your fluttering pulse. He trailed gentle kisses along your neck, the sensation clashing with the feeling of his cock still twitching inside you and Sanji still sucking on your clit.

With one last kiss, he pulled back then grabbed Sanji’s hair again and shoved him off you. Gently he brought your shaking leg to the floor, holding your wobbling body steady. Sanji looked up at you, eyes still hungry.

“Now,” Zoro said, “you can have a turn.”

Sanji jumped to his feet and scooped you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and dropping to the floor again. On his knees, he thrust up into you, groaning as he slid home. Your body still trembled, your mind dizzy from how quickly you changed hands. Sanji wrapped his arms around you, humping against your body, cock already weeping inside you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he whined, your eyes locked together. “Fuck you feel so good. Better than I imagined. So, so, good.”

His mouth locked to your neck, that little sweet spot he saw Zoro kissing just a moment ago. He was rewarded with your sweet moans and the feel of your pussy clenching around him. He brought one hand around to the front of your body and dropped it down between your legs, finding your clit again.

“Sanji~” you moaned.

His cock twitched, “So pretty when you say my name. So pretty,” he pumps faster, “so pretty when you cum.”

“I wanna cum again,” you confess shamelessly. “Sanji, will you make me cum? Please, I want you to do it.”

“Yeah, I’ll do it, Princess. I’ll make you cum. But I’m gonna cum inside you, okay? I’m gonna fill you up.”

You nod, “yes, yes.”

Sanji snaps his eyes up to Zoro who was lazily stroking his own cock- still hard- as he looked down at them. “You’re gonna watch, right? Gonna watch me fuck my cum inside her?”

Zoro’s grin twitched in time with his cock. “Yeah, I’m fucking watching.”

You look up at him then while Sanji bounces you in his lap. “His cock is inside me,” you tell him.

“I know baby. You’re gonna let him fuck you, okay? You want him to feel better, don’t you?”

You nod. “Yes, want you to feel better, Sanji. Want you to feel good.”

“Yeah, you wanna help me?” You nod again. “Gonna let me use you to feel better?”

“Yes, Sanji. You can use me. I want it, want all that cum inside me.”

Sanji groaned, suddenly tilting forward and lying you on your back. He locks your legs around his waist and starts pumping into you. “Yeah, gonna fuck you nasty. Like a needy fucking animal.” His hips thrust wildly against you, his fingers practically vibrating against your clit. You arch your back, pussy pulling him in deeper. The sounds that come form Sanji are animalistic. Drool falls from his mouth as he moans. “Gonna cum- gonna cum- gonna fill you up.”

“Fill me up, Sanji. Cum inside me.”

His fingers buzz against your clit, pushing you over the edge again. Your body comes off the floor as another orgasm wrecks you. You feel it when he cums, absolutely flooding you. So hot and so much. He keeps thrusting his hips, grunting as more and more shoots into you. So much, you think you’ll burst, the pressure unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Sanji grabs your hips and forces your body to stay together, plugging you up and keeping his cum inside.

“So full~” you whimper.

“Gonna keep it inside. Gonna mate you.” Sanji pushes down, feeling the fullness inside you.

Suddenly, Sanji’s cock was pulled from your body and his cum gushes out of you in a hot sticky puddle. You whine, suddenly feeling so empty. But it wasn’t for long, big rough hands lifted your hips again and that familiar fat cock found its way back home inside you.

“My turn,” Zoro growls possessively. "My mate."

You sighed contentedly, leaning back as both men took their turns with you through the long night until the fevers finally subsided.

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Your body was curled into Zoro’s side, breath steady, still lost to sleep. Zoro stared up at the ceiling, the sun finally creeping in and fire long since dead. Sanji sat next to you both, sitting with his elbows on his knees, looking down at your naked sleeping body. Evidence of the long night still painting your skin.

“Should we talk about-“

“No.”

Sanji’s mouth snapped shut, emotions whirring inside him. His fingers reached to brush a strand of your hair form your face but Zoro grabs his wrist. “Don’t. You’ve had enough.”

Sanji holds Zoro’s gaze, “you know I care about her.”

Zoro’s grip softens before he let’s go, dragging his hand down his face and thumping his head quietly against the floor. “She has a soft spot for you…” His voice hardens, “don’t let her feel guilty about this.”

Sanji sighs and stands up, rolling his naked shoulders. He gathers the clothes strewn around the room and opens the door. “Sun’s up. Water’s clean again. I’ll wash up then find some breakfast... I’ll be back before she wakes up.”

‘Yeah, alright…” Zoro lifts his head, “Sanji… be careful... No more fucking flowers. Not those ones, at least.”

Sanji grins, “any other particular ones in mind?”

Zoro groans and drops back down, “get out,” he tells him but there was no real heat behind it. Knowing you had been exhausted enough that you’d sleep a few hours yet, he nuzzles into you and closes his eyes. As you tuck closer into him with a quiet sigh, the words that had come to him so instinctively last night replayed through his mind. " 'My Mate.' "

You crouched to tie one child’s untied shoe without being asked, wiping a young girls face free of tears when she tripped. When the youngest struggled to keep up with the older children, you scooped him into your arms without breaking your conversation.

It looked… natural.

Luffy smiled first. “She’s gotten popular.”

Sanji’s lips curled upward before he could stop them. “They adore her.”

“They always do,” Zoro answered quietly.

None of them moved, not seeing any reason to interrupt, watching you laugh felt strangely peaceful.

An older woman carrying a woven basket wandered up the hill, pausing when she noticed the three unfamiliar men standing so still. She followed their line of sight.

“Oh,” she chuckled knowingly. “It’s nice to see you guys again.”

Sanji straightened politely. “Hello Granny, how are you?”

“You know these old bones ache, but feeling better seeing your handsome faces!” The woman smiled fondly. “I know a few other people that’ll be happy to see you.”

She gestured toward the field below. “Whenever she’s free, she’s here.”

As if to prove her point, another child darted across the grass and collided into your side. You laughed, steadying them before immediately joining whatever game they’d invented.

The older woman’s expression softened. “She’ll make a wonderful mother someday, wouldn’t she?”

The words settled over the three men like sunlight, none of them replying.

Not because they disagreed. But because, without warning, their minds betrayed them.

Sanji saw it first. It wasn’t the field anymore, instead a warm kitchen washed in early morning light.

The windows were open, letting in the scent of the sea while breakfast simmered on the stove.

You stood at the counter, still in one of his oversized shirts, quietly laughing as tiny hands reached insistently for the bowl of strawberries you’d just finished cutting.

“No, sweetheart,” you teased gently. “Those are for everyone.”

“But Mama…” The tiny voice was impossibly familiar, a little girl.

Blond curls that refused to stay brushed no matter how carefully he fixed them. Your smile, his eyes and eyebrows.

She’s pouting at you with all the dramatic devastation she’d undoubtedly inherited from him before immediately climbing into your lap instead.

Sanji can imagine himself crossing the kitchen with two cups of coffee, one prepped just the way you like. One little hand immediately reached for him instead.

“Daddy!” She practically launched herself into his arms.

He laughed, and not the practiced laugh he gave customers. Something softer, something quieter.

He kissed the top of her head before looking over at you, smiling at him in that way you always did, warm and content, as if this was simply home.

“…Sanji?”

Luffy’s voice snapped him back, making him blink as the field returned, the sight of you chasing children through the grass reminding him that this is the present, regardless of how badly he feels now.

His cigarette had burned almost to the filter, so he quietly extinguished it. He turns to the right and sees Zoro, also lost in his own thoughts.

Zoro hated how easily the image came. He wasn’t someone who daydreamed; rather, he just slept, yet somehow there you were, sitting cross-legged beneath a tree, reading aloud from a weathered book.

A little boy rested against your side, already half asleep despite insisting he wasn’t tired. Green hair paired with your nose, his tiny wooden practice sword lay forgotten beside him.

“Again,” the little boy mumbled sleepily.

You laugh, running a comforting hand through his hair. “You’ve heard this story three times today.”

“One more.”

You looked over at Zoro with that familiar smile. “He gets that from someone.”

The swordsman chuckles as he approaches the two of you. “I wonder who.”

He pretended not to hear you, causing you to laugh. A breeze stirred through the trees as the boy yawned before absentmindedly reaching toward him.

“Dad.” Such a simple word, and he says it like it's no big deal. The child didn’t even open his eyes when Zoro lifted him into his arms.

Complete trust and certainty that he’d never let him fall. Zoro adjusted the sleeping weight against his shoulder, then looked at you.

You reached over to brush a stray lock of hair away from the little boy’s forehead before your fingers lingered against Zoro’s arm.

The silence between you wasn’t awkward; it never needed words. It simply was.

“Oi.” Luffy’s elbow nudged him, making Zoro blink hard as the sleeping child disappeared, and only the field remained.

“You alright?”

“Yeah.” His answer came a little too quickly.

Luffy didn’t realize he’d stopped smiling. The image shifted almost effortlessly into a sunny afternoon aboard the Thousand Sunny, the sound of tiny footsteps racing across the deck.

“Mama! Mama! Look!”

A little boy with messy black hair sprinted toward you carrying a beetle nearly the size of his face.

You gasped dramatically, dropping to your knees to make yourself the same height as him, “No way! That’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen!”

“I found it! Are you proud of me?"

“Of course I am! You did so well! It landed on my face, but I still caught it fast!” The little boy puffed out his chest proudly, his smile beaming and familiar.

Luffy laughed at the image you two had created, making you snap your head up to look at him. Your lips pull into a mischievous smile before you whisper towards your son. “You should show your dad, you know, he's kind of an expert on these things.”

The child spun around, eyes squinting shut as he saw the figure there. “Dad!!”

Small feet pounded across the deck before crashing straight into Luffy’s legs. He caught the little boy automatically, lifting him high into the air.

The laughter sounded like yours. Like his, like both of you at once in this beautiful little package, shoving a beetle in his face. You wandered over, slipping effortlessly beneath Luffy's free arm, chuckling slightly when he sees the smile still on your face.

“You encouraged this.” He whispers into your ear, laughing broadly when you give him an unrepentant grin.

“I definitely did.”

“You know we’re going to have bugs in our room.” He teases you, eyes softening as they take you in, looking beautiful and relaxed by his side.

“We already do.” You rolled your eyes, “I married a menace. Then gave birth to another."

“You love me, love us.”

“I do.” The words came so easily, so naturally, like they’d always belonged there.

Luffy’s chest tightened as he was brought out of the moment when he heard your shriek of joy when you lie down in the field, the children swarming around you, and the beautiful melody of laughter the group of you makes.

Luffy's chest tightened, not knowing when he wanted that, when that changed.

"Zoro, Sanji?" he asks, never taking his eyes off of you. He adjusts his hat just so he can get a better view of you. "Have you guys ever thought about having kids?"

Neither answered immediately, because they had just now and in almost painful detail.

"Yeah," Sanji admitted first.

Zoro rubbed the back of his neck. "More than I expected, if I'm honest."

Luffy laughed softly, "Yeah, I think she'd be really good at it."

The trio looked toward you again. You had gathered all the children into a circle now, animatedly telling some ridiculous story that had every single one of them hanging on your every word.

"Yeah, she would," Sanji murmured.

No one noticed the small smile tugging at Zoro's mouth. "Yeah."

Before the silence could stretch any further—

"Luffy!" A little boy had spotted them, then another, and another. Within seconds, the peaceful field erupted into delighted shrieks.

"They're here!"

"The pirates are back!"

Children flooded toward the hill like an unstoppable wave. Luffy barely had time to laugh before three of them slammed into him at once.

Sanji was immediately surrounded by questions about sweets and recipes, while Zoro sighed as two boys wrapped themselves around his legs, and a tiny girl proudly held up a daisy crown she'd apparently made specifically for him.

From where you stood, you couldn't help smiling. Watching these big tough men disappear beneath a mountain of children, watching how naturally they laughed with them.

How gentle they became and how easily they lowered themselves to tiny eye level.

The older woman who had spoken to them earlier wandered over beside you, folding her arms with quiet satisfaction. "They're good men."

You smiled, "They are."

She glanced between you and the three pirates before giving you an amused little nudge with her elbow.

"They'll make wonderful fathers someday."Your eyes widen, and your jaw drops as you turn to look at her in shock before looking back at them.

You looked back toward them: Luffy had a child balanced on each shoulder while Sanji was carefully bandaging a scraped knee as though it were the most important task in the world.

Zoro was pretending to be annoyed while allowing three little girls to braid flowers into his hair, and your smile softened.

"Yeah."

You hadn't realized all three of them heard you, still trying to get used to the enhanced skills that they've had finely tuned from all their days younger, filled with adventure. And none of them could stop imagining what that future might look like—with you standing at the center of it.

So was it really any surprise that later that day found you receiving the best fucking of your life. At least, so far.

“Fuck—you’re mine,” he growls, voice scraped raw, each word punctuated by a deep, deliberate thrust that steals your breath. His hips roll against yours, slow and possessive, like he’s memorizing the way you take him, the way your body clenches around him like it never wants to let go.

Your thighs tremble, locking around his waist, pulling him deeper, and when you tighten around him, his breath hitches, a broken sound tearing from his throat. “So goddamn perfect—look at you, taking every inch like you were made for me.”

His pace slows, but the intensity doesn’t. Each thrust is a promise, a slow drag that makes your back arch, your nails raking down his spine. His fingers twist in your hair, tilting your head back so he can watch your face as he fills you.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice rough with need but laced with something softer—worship. “Just like that. Let me feel you.” His free hand slides between your bodies, thumb pressing against your clit, circling in time with his thrusts, and you whimper, your body coiling tight around him.

“Sanji,” you gasp, your voice breaking. “Please—please—I want it. I want you.” Your nails dig into his shoulders, your hips lifting to meet his, desperate for more.

He groans, his forehead dropping to yours, his breath hot against your skin. “You want me to fill you up, sweetheart? Want me to give you everything?”

“Yes,” you breathe, your voice trembling. “Give me a baby. Give me ours.”

His thrusts stutter, his rhythm faltering as he buries himself deep, his body shuddering against yours. He stills, his cock pulsing inside you, and you can feel every throb, every hot spill of him. His breath is ragged, his lips brushing your temple, your cheek, your jaw, like he can’t decide where to kiss you first. “Thank you,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for trusting me with this. With you.”

Your hands cradle his face, thumbs tracing the sharp lines of his cheekbones, feeling the heat of his skin beneath your touch. “You’re going to be the best dad,” you murmur, your voice soft but steady. “The kind who stays up all night with a sick kid, who builds forts out of blankets, who kisses scraped knees and tells the best bedtime stories.”

His eyes glisten, and you lean in, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss, tasting the salt of his sweat, the warmth of his breath. His hands slide down to your hips, holding you close, like he never wants to let go.

“Alright, it’s my turn.” The words rumble from Zoro’s chest, rough and deliberate, pulling your gaze past Sanji’s shoulder. There he stands, muscles coiled tight beneath inked skin, the faint sheen of sweat catching the dim light as his calloused fingers wrap around his cock, already flushed dark with need. His green eye burn into you, half-lidded but sharp, like a predator savoring the moment before the strike.

Sanji exhales against your lips, a sound caught between a sigh and a growl, before pressing one last slow kiss to your mouth. His hands slide beneath you, lifting your hips just enough that the warm spill of him doesn’t escape as he withdraws, his cock glistening in the air between you. He shifts to the side with the easy grace of a man who knows his body, and yours, too well, making room for the swordsman to step into the space he’s left.

Zoro doesn’t waste time, dragging his tip through the mess Sanji’s left behind, gathering slickness with a wet sound that makes your thighs tremble. He groans, low and guttural, as he presses forward, his grip on your waist unyielding, fingers digging into the soft flesh just above your hipbones. The stretch is different from Sanji’s—thicker, harder, the angle sharper as he sinks deeper, his breath hitching when he bottoms out.

The mattress dips beside you, and then Sanji is there, propped on one elbow, his free hand tracing idle patterns along your collarbone, your ribs, the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. His touch is featherlight, a counterpoint to the relentless rhythm Zoro’s already setting, his hips snapping forward with the precision of a man who knows exactly how to unravel you.

“There we go,” Zoro purrs, voice rough with satisfaction. “Taking me just like that.”

A flush creeps up your neck, embarrassment and pleasure tangling as you bite your lip. Both men chuckle, the sound dark and knowing, and Sanji’s fingers hook under your wrists, gently prying your hands away from your face.

“Don’t hide,” Zoro murmurs, leaning down until his breath ghosts over your lips. His forearms bracket your head, careful enough to allow both you and Sanji a look at the other.

The weight of Zoro pressing you into the mattress, the heat of his skin searing through you. “I wanna see those pretty eyes roll back when I give you my brat.”

The words send a jolt through you, your cunt clenching around him without permission. Zoro’s smirk is all teeth as he feels it, his hips stuttering for just a second before he regains control. “Oh, you like that?” His voice drops to a growl, his next thrust deeper, harder, hitting that spot inside you that makes your back arch off the bed. “Like hearing how I’m gonna fuck my kids into you? A little piece of me to keep when I’m gone?”

His pace quickens, each snap of his hips driving the air from your lungs. He shifts, angling himself so every thrust grinds against your clit, and you can’t help the broken sounds spilling from your lips. Over his shoulder, his gaze flicks to Sanji, whose breath hitches at his next words, his cock twitching against his thigh.

“Or maybe,” Zoro continues, voice rough with exertion, “a little blonde girl with your smile and my stubborn streak. Swirly eyebrows like his.” He jerks his chin toward Sanji, whose face flushes a deep red, his hips rocking forward involuntarily at the image. Zoro’s grin turns feral. “Yeah, you like that idea, don’t you?”

Your body betrays you, clamping down around him as pleasure coils tight in your belly. Zoro’s groan is a raw, animal sound as he fucks you through it, his thrusts turning erratic, his breath coming in sharp gasps.

“Fuck—just like that—milk me dry, sweetheart.” His hips stutter, and then he’s burying himself to the hilt, warmth flooding you as he comes with a shuddering groan, his forehead pressing against yours.

The air hung thick with the mingled scents of sweat, musk, and something sweet, clinging to the sheets like a memory. The quiet between the three of you had been a living thing, warm and heavy, until Luffy’s voice shattered it like glass. His words were rough but tender, cutting through the haze of exhaustion with the ease of a man who knew exactly what he wanted.

“Time for you guys to take a break. We have all weekend to get our family started. Let me have some alone time with our girl, okay?”

You lifted your head, your body still humming from the attention of the other two, and there he stood in the doorway; Luffy, broad and golden, his shirt discarded somewhere along the way. His pants rode low on his hips, the waistband barely clinging to the sharp V of muscle that pointed downward like an arrow. The late afternoon light spilled through the window, painting his skin in strokes of amber and shadow, highlighting the faint sheen of sweat that made him glow.

Zoro and Sanji didn’t protest. They never did when Luffy made his desires known. Instead, they pressed their final kisses into your skin—Zoro’s lips lingering on your collarbone, Sanji’s fingers tracing lazy patterns along your thigh—before they slipped out, leaving the door ajar just enough to let in a sliver of the hallway’s dim light. The room settled into a new kind of quiet, one that buzzed with anticipation.

Then Luffy was moving toward you, his steps unhurried, his gaze dark and hungry. He didn’t bother with words as he undid the last buttons of his pants, letting them slide down his legs with a whisper of fabric. His cock sprang free, already hard and glistening, a bead of precum trembling at the tip like a promise. The sight of him sent a jolt of heat straight to your core.

He climbed onto the bed, one knee sinking into the mattress as he leaned over you. Your legs parted without thought, your arms reaching for him, pulling him closer until his weight pressed you into the sheets. His skin was warm, almost feverish, and the rough callouses on his hands sent sparks skittering up your spine as he traced the curve of your hip.

“Have you been having a good time?” he murmured, his voice low and rough, like gravel underfoot. “They’ve been treating you well?”

You smiled, your fingers tangling in his hair, the strands coarse and wild between your fingers. “You know they have,” you said, your voice soft but sure. “They’d never hurt me. You’re all incredible.” A pause, then a teasing lilt crept into your tone. “But do you know what I could use?”

Luffy’s grin was slow, lazy, like a cat who’d just spotted a particularly fat mouse. “Oh, yeah?” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips; light, almost chaste, but the heat behind it was anything but. “What’s that?”

You hummed against his mouth, your breath mingling with his. Your eyes locked, the air between you charged with something electric. “Could use you,” you whispered. “You haven’t been here. Don’t you wanna gimme a kid? Start our family?”

The spark in his eyes was immediate, bright as a struck match. His grin turned feral. “Oh, is that it?” He chuckled, low and dark, before grabbing your right foot and yanking you toward him with a strength that made you gasp. The laugh that bubbled out of you was breathless, delighted, as he settled between your thighs like he belonged there.

Luffy didn’t tease or draw it out. He lined himself up with your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against you, slick and insistent. Then he pushed in, slow at first, letting you feel every inch of him as he stretched you open. The groan that tore from his throat was raw, guttural, like he’d been waiting for this moment for years.

“Hmm,” he murmured, his voice thick with something like amusement. “Seems like I’ve been gone for too long. You’ve forgotten me.” His eyes were wide, almost innocent, as he watched himself disappear inside you. “Even after all the fun Zoro and Sanji had with you before I came in.”

You arched into him, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Shouldn’t’ve left me for so long,” you managed, your voice breathy. “That’s what I’m hearing.”

Luffy’s pout was almost comical, but the heat in his gaze was anything but. “It’s okay,” he whispered, leaning in to press his forehead against yours. “Once you’re pregnant, we’ll never leave you alone. Promise.” He bottomed out inside you, grinding deep, giving you a moment to adjust before pulling back just enough to thrust again. The rhythm was slow at first, deliberate, like he was savoring the way your body clung to him.

Your lips found his, the kiss messy and desperate, tongues tangling as if you could devour each other whole. The world outside the room ceased to exist. There was only this, only him, only the way he filled you so completely it bordered on pain.

Then the door creaked, two shadows hovering just outside the doorframe, intensely watching.

Neither of you noticed. Not when Luffy’s hips snapped forward, driving into you with a force that made your breath hitch. Not when his voice dropped to a growl, his words hot against your ear. “Ready to start our family?”

“Fuck,” you gasped, your fingers clawing at his shoulders, grounding yourself as he picked up speed. The bed groaned beneath you, the headboard knocking against the wall in a steady, rhythmic beat.

Luffy’s hands slid under your thighs, hiking your legs up around his arms as he repositioned you, angling himself so that every thrust sent his cock slamming against your cervix. The stretch was exquisite, the kind of pain that blurred into pleasure until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

“Gonna take you away from this island,” he panted, his voice rough with need. “Take you to the sea with me. So you and the kids get to see how incredible and large the world is. And I get to show the world the greatest treasure only me and my crew could retrieve.”

You could only whimper in response, your body trembling as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside you. Luffy’s words were filthy, desperate, his voice taking on a husky edge as his pace became frantic.

“And you’re gonna help my crew grow, aren’t ya? Gonna give us old people a bunch of fucking kids. Make us a big, large, happy family. Give my son a bunch of brothers and sisters, right?”

“Fuck, Lu—yes,” you choked out, your voice breaking. “Wanna give you a family. Grow our family. Fill me up and lemme give you a kid. Wanna see little Luffys and Sanjis and Zoros and—” Your words dissolved into a moan as he slammed into you harder, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids.

Luffy growled, his grip on your thighs tightening as he hiked your legs higher, changing the angle so that every thrust sent him deeper, harder. His breath was ragged against your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin as he fought for control.

“Fuck, thank you so much,” he groaned. “Gonna cum in deep. Keep it all in, promise?” He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his left hand coming up to brush away the stray tears that had escaped down your temples. His grin was soft, almost tender, when your gaze locked onto his.

“Don’t worry. Worked myself up good while you were busy with them. Kept denying my orgasm so you have a big load just for you.”

With that, he snapped his hips forward, his rhythm turning erratic as he chased his release. His cock swelled inside you, stretching you even further, and then he was coming with a guttural groan, his hips jerking forward with each pulse of his orgasm. The heat of him filled you, thick and endless, like he was determined to leave no part of you untouched.

As the aftershocks rippled through you both, Luffy collapsed onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His breath was hot against your neck, his lips finding the sensitive skin there as he peppered you with soft, lazy kisses. Your fingers traced idle patterns along his back, the two of you lost in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Then came the knock.

Sanji’s voice cut through the haze, amused and warm. “Guys, we have some last-minute guests here.”

The door creaked open, just enough to reveal Sanji’s silhouette, his blue eyes dark with satisfaction as they raked over the two of you. Your flushed skin, the way Luffy’s cum was already dripping down your thighs, the tangled sheets beneath you. A slow, knowing smirk curled his lips, paired with the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. “Seems like some of the crew didn’t wanna miss this.”

a/n: teehee, meant to post this last weekend, but better late than never!

i received a request for older!law, and immediately jumped on that so be expecting that soon! as always, likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! i love you very much, here’s a kiss from me to you 😘

Zoro leans forward, balancing his elbow on his knee “If you want something good, have some sake with me instead.” He tilts a small bottle in your direction, eyes locked on you like it’s a challenge.

Sanji’s smile disappears in an instant “Oi, mosshead, don’t be ridiculous! Sake before noon? You’ll ruin her refined taste.”

Zoro smirks “Refined? She’s not some porcelain doll you have to coddle, curly-brow.”

“And she’s not some battle-hardened brute like you!” Sanji snaps, rolling up his sleeves.

You groan, rubbing your temples “Are you two really doing this right now?”

Neither of them pays you any mind. Their bickering escalates, Sanji accusing Zoro of having the palate of a wild animal, Zoro insisting that Sanji is overcompensating for his lack of strength.

You shake your head, popping one of the strawberries into your mouth. A little indulgence and a little chaos. Just another morning on the Sunny.

You sit at the dining table, halfway through your stolen strawberries, watching Zoro and Sanji continue their never-ending war. Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper peek in from the hallway, clearly entertained.

“Y/N, you should decide” Luffy suddenly declares, pointing at you.

You freeze mid-bite “Decide what?”

Luffy grins “Sake or strawberries?”

Zoro smirks “Hah. Easy win.”

Sanji scoffs, rolling his eyes “Like hell.” He turns to you with that charming, borderline dangerous smile “Come on, Y/N, tell these fools what real class is.”

Zoro leans in, arms crossed “Or maybe you’d rather handle your drinks like a real pirate.”

You chew slowly, suddenly regretting waking up this morning.

The rest of the crew gathers, waiting for your answer. Even Nami looks mildly interested. You consider your options carefully, choosing one side means feeding their egos for life.

So, naturally, you pick chaos.

“Why choose?” you say, swallowing the last bite “I can enjoy both.”

Silence.

“Tch. Cop-out answer” Zoro mutters, leaning back.

Sanji dramatically places a hand over his heart “Ah, but that means she appreciates my refined taste and your barbaric drinking habits. What a gracious woman.”

Zoro grunts “Whatever. I still bet I can outdrink both of you.”

Sanji’s eyebrow twitches “Bet? You think Y/N would waste a perfectly good night on your dumb drinking contests?”

“Why not?” Zoro smirks “Scared?”

Sanji slams a hand on the table “Fine. Let’s make it interesting.” He turns to you, eyes gleaming with something mischievous “You in, Y/N?”

You blink “Wait, what? I didn’t—”

“Too late, you’re in!” Luffy declares happily, completely ignoring your protests.

Zoro grins, reaching for his bottle “Hope you can keep up, sweetheart.”

Sanji flips his hair “Please. I’ll make sure the drinks are actually worth drinking.”

You exhale. It’s going to be a long night.

A small table, three bottles of sake, and an ever-growing audience. You sit between Zoro and Sanji, already regretting every choice that led to this moment.

“Rules are simple,” Usopp announces, playing referee “You drink, you keep drinking, and you don’t pass out. Last one still standing wins.”

“I’m not even sure why I agreed to this” you mutter, eyeing the sake bottle in front of you.

Zoro smirks “Too late to back out now.”

Sanji leans closer, resting an arm on the back of your chair “Don’t worry, ma belle, I won’t let this barbarian ruin your delicate palate.”

You grab the sake bottle and pour yourself a drink “I think I’ll survive.”

Luffy claps “Alright! Let’s go!”

Round One

The first sip burns, but it’s smooth. You let it settle, watching Zoro down his drink like it’s water. Sanji takes his time, savoring it like fine wine.

“You drink like an old man” Zoro snorts.

Sanji exhales, eyes closed “You drink like a dehydrated idiot.”

You ignore them and take another sip. The crew cheers.

Round Two

Zoro slams his empty cup down “You good, Y/N?”

You nod, feeling warm but steady “You’re not winning that easily.”

Sanji smirks, pouring another round “That’s the spirit, sweetheart.”

The competition continues. Shot after shot. Zoro stays unfazed. Sanji maintains his elegance. You’re somewhere in between, like buzzed, but totally determined.

Round Five… or Six?

You’re laughing now. At what? Who knows. But Zoro’s grumbling about something, Sanji’s dramatically ranting about “the art of pairing drinks" and Usopp’s trying to keep Luffy from stealing a bottle.

“You’re swayin’, sweetheart” Zoro points out, squinting at you.

You squint back “So are you.”

Sanji chuckles “I think we’ve reached our limit for tonight.”

Zoro frowns “Tch. Speak for yourself.” He tries to stand… and immediately sits back down.

The crew bursts into laughter.

You stretch, victorious “I think that means I win.”

Sanji grins “Ah, a truly magnificent woman.”

Zoro groans “Rematch. Tomorrow.”

You shake your head, leaning back “You two are impossible.”

But the warmth in your chest is not just the alcohol. It’s them.

The sun is way too bright.

You groan, turning over in your hammock, only to regret it immediately. Your head pounds, your mouth is dry, and worst of all there’s movement above you. Loud, heavy footsteps.

“Rise and shine, drunkards!” Nami’s voice cuts through your skull like a dagger “Time to work!”

You peek one eye open, barely registering the blurry figures around you. Zoro is slumped against the mast, arms crossed, snoring. Sanji is sprawled across a deck chair, one arm draped dramatically over his face.

“Ugh,” you mumble, sitting up “What happened?”

“You all lost,” Usopp informs you, grinning “Zoro passed out five minutes after you. Sanji tried to make breakfast but fell asleep with his head in the oven. Franky had to save him.”

Sanji groans “Don’t remind me.”

Zoro cracks an eye open “Tch. I still say I could’ve kept going.”

You rub your temples “You literally lost consciousness.”

“And yet, here I am. Still standing.” He shifts slightly against the mast, clearly not standing.

Sanji stretches, cracking his neck “Well, as much as I’d love to argue with the walking pile of bricks, I have a more pressing concern.” He looks at you, a mischievous glint in his eye “Did you enjoy yourself last night, ma chérie?”

You roll your eyes, but before you can answer—

“You laughed at all my jokes” Zoro interrupts.

Sanji gasps “That can’t be true.”

Zoro smirks “Oh, it is. She even said—”

You slap a hand over his mouth “Nope. Whatever embarrassing thing I said last night, we’re all forgetting it. Forever.”

Sanji chuckles “Oh, this is gold. Tell me more, mosshead.”

Zoro pulls your hand away, grinning lazily “She said I had nice arms.”

“Nice arms? His arms?” Sanji scoffs, crossing his own “Impossible. You must’ve misheard, mosshead.”

Zoro stretches, very deliberately flexing “Nah. She said it. Something about how they look strong but also—what was it? Surprisingly comfortable?”

Your soul leaves your body.

Sanji’s eyes narrow, and in an instant, he’s kneeling beside you, taking your hand like you’re some delicate princess “Ma chérie, tell me it’s not true. Surely, in your fine, inebriated state, you didn’t actually compliment this brute?”

You snatch your hand back “I was drunk!”

Zoro chuckles “Drunk words are sober thoughts, sweetheart.”

You throw a pillow at him “Then I take it back. Your arms are terrible.”

He catches it easily, smirking “Too late.”

Sanji leans in, studying your face with a devilish grin “If you were handing out compliments last night, what did you say about me?”

You freeze.

Zoro perks up “Oh yeah. You definitely said something about him too.”

Sanji’s eyes light up “Did she?”

You shake your head rapidly “Nope. Didn’t happen. He's obviously making fun of you.”

Usopp cackles from the sidelines “Oh, it definitely happened. Wanna hear what you said?”

You grab the nearest object, aka Nami’s sandal, and chuck it at him “Usopp, I swear—”

He ducks, laughing harder.

Sanji taps his chin, pretending to think “Let’s see… What would our dear Y/N have said about me in her drunken honesty?”

Luffy smiles “Something about your hands.”

Sanji blinks “My hands?” Then, realization dawns. His smirk turns dangerous “Oh~? Mon amour, were you admiring my hands last night?”

You feel your soul leaving your body again.

Usopp hums in fake thought “I think it was something like… ‘His hands are unfairly attractive’?”

Sanji gasps dramatically, clutching his chest “You do appreciate fine craftsmanship!”

“I AM GOING TO THROW MYSELF INTO THE SEA.”

Sanji laughs, reaching for your hand again “I can give you a proper demonstration, if you like.”

Zoro rolls his eyes “Gross.”

You groan, burying your face in your hands “This is the worst day of my life.”

Luffy grins “Nah, this is fun! Let’s drink again tonight!”

Absolutely. Not.

The teasing doesn’t stop there.

For the rest of the day, every time Sanji hands you something, he makes sure you see his hands. Passing you a plate? He does it with a dramatic flourish. Offering you a napkin? He takes your fingers in his and presses it gently into your palm, like he’s bestowing a royal gift.

“Enjoying the view, ma chérie?” he purrs, winking.

Meanwhile, Zoro has taken to flexing at random intervals. Not obvious flexing, just enough movement when he stretches or crosses his arms to remind you of your past mistake.

“Need help carrying that?” he asks when you’re lifting a barrel, voice full of smug amusement.

“No.” you deadpan.

He grins “Shame. Would’ve been a good excuse to admire my arms again.”

You consider throwing the barrel at him.

The crew is no help. Usopp won’t stop laughing, Nami looks too entertained, and Luffy keeps saying “Y/N, say more funny drunk things!” like you’re a performing seal.

By dinner, you’ve had enough.

You slam your cup down “Fine! Yes! I said things! But you two are the ones who won’t let it go!”

Zoro smirks “Because it’s fun.”

Sanji grins “Because it’s true.”

You glare “You wish I was thinking those things sober.”

Sanji leans closer, voice dropping just for you “Who says you’re not?”

Zoro tilts his head “If you weren’t thinking it, you wouldn’t be so worked up.”

You open your mouth just to snap it shut right away. They’re both infuriating.

Sanji smirks, Zoro smirks, and you swear if one more person smirks at you tonight, you will riot.

“Dinner’s over,” you declare, standing “I’m going to bed. Alone.”

Sanji laughs “Sweet dreams, ma belle.”

Usopp grins “Try not to dream about their unfairly attractive features.”

You definitely thought of throwing a fork at them all.

But, you should’ve known better than to expect peace.

Zoro doesn’t move his arm, making you stop from leaving. If anything, he pulls you in just a little closer, the warmth of his body radiating through your clothes. His grip is easy, familiar, possessive.

Sanji clicks his tongue, slipping closer to you. His hand finds your knee under the table, tracing small circles against your skin like a silent counterclaim “Tch. Just because she tolerates you doesn’t mean she’s just yours, mosshead.”

Everyone watching with interest, not talking.

You glance between the two, heat creeping up your neck “Do I get a say in this conversation?”

“No” they say in unison.

You groan, grabbing a roll from the table and biting into it aggressively. You let them act like this, and they know it.

Because the truth is whatever this is between the three of you, it’s long past subtle.

It’s in the way Sanji always makes your plate first at dinner, and how Zoro wordlessly steals bites from it without a second thought. It’s in the way Zoro keeps a hand on your waist when you stand at the railing together, and how Sanji absentmindedly tucks your hair behind your ear while he talks.

It’s in the quiet moments. The ones the rest of the crew pretends not to see.

Like last night.

When you were cold, and Zoro pulled you into his arms without hesitation. When Sanji draped his jacket over you both and muttered “Idiots… the both of you” before settling beside you.

When you fell asleep between them, feeling warmer than you ever had before.

But none of you say it out loud.

And yet, here they are, arguing over you like you aren’t already theirs.

Sanji sighs, tilting his head toward you “You deserve better, mon amour.”

Zoro grins lazily “And yet, here she is.”

You roll your eyes, finishing your bread “You’re both ridiculous.”

Zoro hums “Yeah, but you love us anyway.”

You freeze.

Sanji stills.

Everyone gasps while Luffy starts laughing as if that's the funniest thing he ever saw.

Zoro blinks “…Did I say that out loud?”

Sanji smirks “Oh-ho, you did.”

Your heart pounds. Because the worst part?