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There are two.

A deep, rich tan to match her skin tone. It's average in size but thick. It's her favourite. If you see her in baggy jeans, she likely has it on underneath. She likes this one because it's not too big for you, but it's thick, and it stretches you. It feels so good. She feels like she can be a little rougher when she's wearing this one.

Then there's the big green monster. It's long and thick, the kind of toy you need to build up to. It was bought as a joke, but when you used it for the first time, it just felt so unbelievably good. She stretches you out so well. It's her favourite toy to bring out when you’ve got plenty of time to go at it.

zoro knows exactly what buttons to push to get you where he wants you. reader is an artist, franky built her a studio on the sunny!

fem afab!reader, mdni, 18+, wc: 1.2k masterlist

"you know... you're too heavy for this."

'this' is zoro who has suddenly shown up as you were re-stitching the hem of a torn shirt (yours, but with one of his repaired and draped over the chair beside you), kneeling before your feet, and pressing his head into your lap.

it's disturbed your stitching slightly, but deftly you've moved your handiwork out of the way, careful not to use your needle and poke out his other eye - something he really should consider the next time. ordinarily, you'd try to pay him no mind, and let him rest as you continued your work, but today he holds on so tightly you wonder if he's attempting to tell you something without actually saying a word.

"you okay?" you finally ask.

face still buried in your lap, you hear a muffled 'yes', and snort to yourself.

"are you being a big baby because you need to be or is there something i should be asking you?"

still muffled, without moving his face, he mutters,

"you're not very nurturing, are you?"

"nope!" you offer cheerfully.

it's his turn to snort, but he hasn't let go still. your free hand rubs carefully over the short crop of his hair, then you let out a sigh.

"you sure you're all right?"

zoro still doesn't say a word. your mind passes quickly through the last few days - conversations, battles, meals, anything that could upset or anything that could cause a surge of emotional fondness... you find that with zoro, all of his emotions mingle and mesh together, muddled and compressed so tightly that they come out as one thing.

which may be him holding you so tightly right now without a word.

as you ponder this for a moment, your hand in rhythmic motion as you stare out at the expanse of the deep blue sea before you, he finally inhales deeply, then sighs.

"you're doing it again."

you blink, then look at him. finally, his head tilts up, his chin resting on the curve of your knee.

"doing what?"

"treating me like i'm some kind of puppy."

your head tilts gently to the side.

"you're the one who came here wordlessly for a hug. do you not expect to be petted when you come in that fashion?"

he gives you a long, appraising look, but in this reverent, practically clinging position, attempting to look upset is futile, even cute.

"difficult," he murmurs.

when you joined the crew, to sanji, it was like nami and robin never existed, or any other woman in fact. you’d been blessed with one of the most beautiful devil fruits that gave you the ability to produce any plant whether it was flowers, herbs, weeds and poison meaning your were a natural at healing. you had just the sweetest soul too, helping him in the kitchen, leaving gentle lingering touches in his face, using your ability to make him seasonings he’s never tried before, the list goes on!

the sunny was decorated in all types of flowers making your presence known to all of the crew. usually you were in the sick bay helping chopper but this evening you find yourself in the kitchen instead. you were sat on the counter, peeling oranges and putting the peels into a pot while you pushed the slices into sanjis mouth as he baked.

“what are the peels for, mon coeur?”

you slipped from the counter, padding off to the sink and filling the pot with water to boil. You moved to stand next to sanji, placing the pot on one of the free stoves.

“s’a simmer pot. makes the room smell nice when you boil it.”

you turned on the stove, hands raising above the boiling water as fresh sage and bay leaves fell from your palms. sanji’s lovesick gaze never left you as the fruity scent started to fill the kitchen.

“hand me a cinnamon stick sanji.”

sanji was snapped out of his hazy thoughts, his long arm extending to the other side of the counter and was brought back with a cinnamon stick in hand. when you put it into the pot it might’ve created the most heavenly smell sanjis smelt in his life.

you gently stirred the pot, signaling for sanji to hand you another orange. he peeled it for you, dropping them into the pot. the kitchen fell into a silence, a comfortable silence.

you felt an orange slice press against your lips, graciously accepting it with a smile as he returned the favor.

the kitchen was now filled with the sent of cinnamon-y oranges and the late night pasta sanji had over the stove.

he turned off his stove, setting his pasta into a bowl and decorated it in marinara sauce. your eyes were stuck on those slender fingers of his while you mindlessly stirred the simmering pot. he placed the plate of pasta on the candle lit dining table before coming back to you to wrap his arms from behind.

sanji smelled like smoke and hints of lemon. it went nicely with the scent of the room. it made you a little dizzy too.

he took your hand, thumb rubbing the back of it with a tenderness that only he could give.

“may i take you out for dinner, mademoiselle [᪥]?”

you turned off your stove, turning in his arms to face him. you took a few seconds to think like you were pretending to think when you were already going to say yes. just before the worlds could leave your mouth, you saw a suspiciously long arm enter the kitchen, feel up the table and grab a big portion pasta off of the plate. the hand zoomed out just as quickly and you looked back up at sanji.

“well..”

he raised his visible eyebrow at your mumble, turning around just to see the same stretchy arm once again on the plate, this time taking the entire dish.

now sanji did almost yell his captains name out loud but brushed your face with his hand with an apologetic look before swiftly leaving the kitchen. all you heard was yells and luffys oh so familiar giggles coming from the deck.

oh well, maybe next time.

How the hell are VINSMOKE SANJI and RORONOA ZORO both balls deep inside of you and still arguing?

“Don’t — hn — you dare come, curly,” Zoro grits, one wide palm locked around your wrists, pinning them back against your spine. He’s beneath you, earrings bobbing, teeth knicking your pearled nipple. His eyes, piercing and dangerous, flick between your blissed-out expression and Sanji’s slack-jawed pleasure, “We’re tryna prove a damn point here—”

“Fuck you, Marimo,” Sanji’s words splinter into a low, desperate moan; his hands, braced on either side of Zoro’s head, have gone white in the knuckles, “Shut — damn it — Shut the f-fuck up—”

Sanji’s forehead falls to your shoulder, and his hips stutter, and Zoro bites his own lip so hard he tastes blood. Blonde hair tickles your neck, and your back arches. Zoro’s hand on your hip tightens enough to bruise. He’s closer to the edge than he’s letting on.

You figure the arguing probably does something for him.

He’s a man of honor, as much as Sanji is. Your little comments earlier about lasting the longest earned you this spot between the two men.

It’s a lot of sensations — too much, almost. You’re stretched wide, and inside of you, Zoro’s cock drags against Sanji’s. Sanji’s drags against his. Every thrust between the two, into you, is messy and uncoordinated.

And it feels good. Really good.

“She had a mouth about this, about lasting longer. So, she comes first,” Zoro grits out, like he’s reminding himself, “Right, cook?”

“’Course she will,” he whines, and you figure this is the closest you’re going to get to amicable teamwork when it comes to double penetration, “She… yea — L-Ladies first.”

Sanji pants into your neck, and Zoro lets a sound slip out of his chest that sounds suspiciously like a moan. The white-hot coil of pleasure in your belly only winds tighter and tighter, their cocks pump in and out and in and out, massaging one another, massaging that certain spot.

Their names tangle on your tongue, quickly followed by a moan that is unbecoming of anyone with a shred of dignity left.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Zoro rasps, and you swear his voice is shaking. His words are punctuated by his thrusts, “Y’like it when we — when we use you like this?”

“I think she does,” Sanji makes a noise that sounds like a laugh being punched out of him. His pace is faltering. He’s clinging to the edge. “Sure sounds like it.”

“You’re gonna come,” Zoro huffs, cock dragging in and out against Sanji’s, “And then, we’re gonna fill you up—”

“Nice and deep,” Sanji’s muttering in your ear, cock dragging in and out against Zoro’s, “Y-You want that?”

Yea. Yea, you do. And you tighten, slicken, and they notice.

They’re playing dirty. Might as well play the same game.

“Must be nice,” you snark, somehow maintaining some semblance of brattiness despite the circumstances; where you find the thoughts or words, you’ll never know. You know it drives Zoro insane, and you know Sanji finds it so delightful, “Finally rubbing your cocks together—”

You have no idea who comes first.

All you know is that it isn’t you.

And for the first time all night, they’re not arguing.

soft!Zoro who let's you doze off leaning against his shoulder, not moving a muscle in fear of waking you up.

rough!Zoro who chokes you hard enough to make you sob as he gives you backshots, spit drooling down your chin and he won't take pity on you.

soft!Zoro who wipes your hands after a battle, his touch clumsy but gentle, as if careful to not hurt you.

rough!Zoro who pushes your face down his cock, and when you gag he'll only smirk, "what's the matter? I thought you said you could handle it?" he says, pushing you further down with a chuckle in his tone.

soft!Zoro who carries you over puddles and mudbaths with a grumpy frown, "what am I? Your servant?" he grumbles, but refuses to let you go when you try and squirm off his grasp.

rough!Zoro who pins down your wrists hard enough to leave dents and bruises, breath hot on your ear as he whispers filth.

soft!Zoro who ties your shoe laces, helps you slip off your heels and gives your ankle one soft kiss without thinking.

rough!Zoro who makes you ride him in cowgirl, slapping and gripping your ass when you slow down, "quit being lazy." he taunts you, whilst letting you do all the work.

soft!Zoro who lets you cling onto his arm during briefings or walks, completely unbothered as if you were meant to be there, stuck and pressed to him.

dont mind the spelling errors, I wrote this whilst in class, screen on full brightness as my professor goes through his 97 slide powerpoint #ovulation ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

art credit: arthylia on twitter

the arcade was super loud with all the blinking lights and the sounds of people hitting buttons, but yuji didn't seem to mind at all. he was just standing there by the claw machine where you left him, looking around like a lost puppy. he had his hands in his pockets and was bouncing on his heels, waiting for you to come back from the bathroom.

when you finally walked up behind him, you were hiding something really big behind your back. you had a huge smile on your face because you knew he was going to love it.

"hey baby! i'm back," you said, poking your head around his arm.

yuji spun around so fast he almost tripped over his own feet. his eyes lit up the second he saw you. "there you are! i was starting to think you got lost or maybe moved to a different city without telling me. it was getting lonely over here by the racing games."

you giggled and pulled the giant pink plushie from behind your back. it was a massive, round, fuzzy kirby with the cutest little red feet and a big happy face. "tada! i didn't actually go to the bathroom. i went to the high-stakes crane game in the back and won this for you!"

yuji’s jaw literally dropped. he looked at the kirby and then back at you, his face turning a little bit pink to match the plushie.

"no way! you got that for me? for real?" he reached out and took it, hugging it to his chest immediately. it was so big it almost covered his whole chin. "whoa, it's so soft. wait, why did you pick this one specifically?"

you reached out and squished the kirby’s cheek. "yes, because it reminded me of you. he's pink and round and everyone loves him. plus, he's always hungry, just like you are."

yuji let out a huge laugh, leaning his head back. "hey! i'm not that round! okay, maybe i'm a little bit hungry right now, but that’s just because the smell of the popcorn is everywhere."

he looked down at the kirby again and gave it a big squeeze. he looked so happy, like he had just won a million dollars instead of a stuffed toy.

"thank you so much, babe. seriously. this is the coolest gift ever," he said, looking at you with those really soft eyes that always made your heart flutter. "i’m gonna keep him right on my bed. but since he reminds you of me, does that mean i have to start acting like a video game character now? do i have to start inhaling things?"

"please don't inhale the arcade snacks, yuji," you joked.

"fine, fine," he laughed, tucking the kirby under one arm so he could grab your hand with his other one. "but since you won me a prize, that means i have to win you an even bigger one. or at least buy you some nachos. come on, let's go find a game that gives out way too many tickets!"

he started pulling you toward the skee-ball machines, still clutching the giant pink kirby like it was the most important thing in the world. every time someone walked past, he showed it off a little bit, looking totally proud that his girlfriend was a pro at arcade games.

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