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poor crew members having to deal w their bs

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Little snippet from my modern au I’m working on (instead of all my other fics…. oops). Take this lovely ‘morning after Nami’s birthday party’ scene, from Sanji’s POV.

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11:43AM, His phone’s clock reads, and his face involuntarily scrunches at both the late hour and the light emanating from the screen. Still half-asleep, he scrolls through his notifications, spotting three new messages from Nami that she must’ve sent this morning.

He opens the messages app with a yawn, clicking on Nami’s contact (Mellorine,in his phone) to see some photos from last night. The first image is of her, front and center with a bottle of champagne in one delicate hand, a knife in the other as she prepares to pop it open. The next two are of the chaos after, foam from the bottle shooting out of frame and covering everyone there, he’s sure.

He doesn’t know why, exactly, he’s receiving these photos in particular, but Nami looks radiant in all three of them. He sends her a text telling her as much.

Me (11:44)

Lovely pictures. you’re gorgeous, as always

Mellorine (11:45)

sanji no

omfg look at it again please

before i lose my shit

Sanji scratches lightly at his goatee, sitting up a little in his bed. He does as she asks, squinting a little harder at his screen as he opens up the image again to see what she’s talking about. There’s nothing Sanji deems lose-Nami’s-shit-worthy about the picture, just the same thing he saw before, so he takes a closer look into the background.

There’s Luffy on the right, a handful of finger food that he looks to be shoving down his throat as fast as possible, Usopp’s hair peeking up a little behind Nami’s hand in the center, and then… Sanji himself in the back, barely visible, arms slung around some guy’s neck and a smile plastered on his face like he’s just won the lottery—

Shit. Wait.

Sanji zooms in closer to the corner of the photo, and realizes the neck he’s hanging off of in the photo is attached to a very, very recognizable green head.

”Fuck,” Sanji mouths, scrolls past the second one straight to the last. Right in the top left corner, They’re nearly in the same position as the first, except Sanji’s hand is fisted into Zoro’s hair and oh, they just might be kissing. Yeah, no— it’s quite obvious, actually, which means that Sanji is so, so, astronomically fucked.

Me (11:47)

Oh my god

Mellorine (11:48)

i‘m laughing at you right now btw

Me(11:48)

Nami.

Love

Light of my life.

What happened?

Mellorine(11:48)

am i the person you should be asking that question to

Me (11:48)

No no I can’t

Nami please.

Mellorine?

Nami

…

Nami?

Five minutes of staring at his phone later, Nami still hasn’t answered him. A few more minutes of panic later, Sanji decides that it doesn’t even have to be a big thing, because so what, he’s never kissed a guy before? Sanji’s bisexual— in theory. So what, it’s Zoro? That… is an entire can of worms he really does not feel like opening at noon on a Sunday. He just needs to know what happened. He just needs to know what the fuck happened.

In the end, Sanji shoots the guy a simple ‘hey,’ which he hopes is enough to get the ball rolling. It doesn’t take long for Zoro to respond.

Mosshead (12:02)

hi

Me (12:02)

So

Are we cool?

Cause last night

Mosshead (12:03)

yeah

js cut ur nails next time jfc

Me (12:03)

Wtf are you talking about?

Mosshead (12:06)

[photo]

[photo]

Me (12:08)

Holy fucking shit

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yyyyyyeahhhh…. guess what was in those photos. I’m leaving it up to the reader (because im too fucking lazy to write the rest…..oops). hope you enjoyed!! more coming soon…p-probably…. ;) also how do you format messages in a tumblr text post i had a stroke doing this.

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made a strawpage!! find me here:

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me when i said i would write a part three (im not going to)

Back on my bs with another Zosan brainworm…. post Skypiea feels

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Sanji, after having his “I needed a light” moment and getting shocked head-on by Enel, gains big lichtenberg scars that never fade. They’re darker than his usual skin tone, spiraling down the back of his neck, the entire expanse of his back, then curling around his shoulders and hips.

he hates them. Sanji thinks they make him look diseased, or like Frankenstein, sort of.. He doesn’t think scars are bad or ugly, no. It’s just the way they look on him.

He goes to so many lengths to hide them from the rest of the crew; he takes showers after everyone else is asleep, and his short-sleeved shirts get pushed to the back of the closet.

Chopper’s the only one who’s seen them. well, until Zoro. Somewhere in between when they didn’t like each other and when they suddenly did, the swordsman catches Sanji late at night in the bathroom, shirtless and twisting around himself to look at his back in the mirror.

Somehow, they end up on the floor, Sanji sitting cross-legged on the tile, hunched over with red tipped ears as Zoro sits behind him, taking his time tracing the patterns over Sanj’s skin.

“Do they hurt?” Zoro asks, grazing a calloused thumb over the back of Sanji’s neck.

“Sometimes. they sting when it gets cold.”

Zoro doesn’t say anything for a long time. Sanji feels like a bug under a microscope, just sitting there, being inspected like this. He finds himself zoning out— he doesn’t want to be here right now. This is embarassing.

“I like them.”

“Huh?”

And then Zoro’s hands are smoothing over Sanji’s shoulders, warm and careful like he’s handling a blade. “What, you don’t? It looks badass.”

no, they really don’t. “No. It looks…stupid.” Ugly, is what Sanji wants to say, but he doesn’t. The word suddenly seems a little too crass for whatever’s going on right now.

“Do mine, then?” Zoro counters, and that’s different. Zoro wears his like a collection, each mark a record of battles he’s won and lost and a testament to the shit he’s survived. Sanji hasn’t ever been blemished like that, barring the faint lines on the bridge of his nose still barely visible after eleven years. The scars just look out of place on him. Like they aren’t supposed to be there.

“No, no.” Sanji shakes his head. “Yours are— are badass.”

Zoro pauses again. “They look like vines.”

“Oh, so i’m sprouting greenery like you, now?”

That gets an exasperated huff out of Zoro, and Sanji can feel breath fanning over the back of his neck. “Stop, ‘m serious.”

It’s frightening, kind of, being laid bare under the watchful eye of someone else like this. Sanji can’t even see Zoro (well, besides his hands), but it’s almost like he can— the weight of his gaze falls heavy on Sanji’s back.

“Of course you are.”

A chill slides up Sanji’s spine when Zoro’s hands slide down to his waist, thumbing at the spots where the scars encroach onto his stomach. “ ‘s Pretty.”

Sanji’s throat suddenly feels dry, because the admission of pretty feels less like a descriptor of the lightning bolts spiraling down his back and more about him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Never thought I’d hear you call something ‘pretty,’ you brute.”

“Maybe you needed to.”

Maybe you needed to. Fuck, Maybe Sanji did.

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gughhhh this was supposed to be a little drabble but got out of hand so fucking quickly??1!1?1?

anyways i want to shoot both of them dead lololololol

i also love projecting my self-image issues onto Sanji…. my blorbo AHHH

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Closer To God - Skribbledark

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Roronoa Zoro/Sanji

Tags:

Boys Kissing, Choking, Hand Jobs, Hand & Finger Kink, Oral Fixation, Non-Penetrative Sex, Bottom Roronoa Zoro, Frottage, Spit As Lube, Dom/Sub Undertones, Service Top Sanji, Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Sanji-Typical Nosebleeds, Shameless Smut, Hand Feeding, Sanzo - Freeform, Porn What Plot / Porn Without Plot

Summary:

The polished wood of the handle sits flawlessly in Sanji’s grip, almost lax as he slices the strips of meat and sets them aside. He does it with an ease that only comes from immense practice, movements swift and sure with every flick of the blade. Idly, Zoro wonders if the cook would have that same confidence pressing it against his throat.

or: Zoro kind of has a thing for Sanji's hands. Shenanigans ensue.

There will be a link to the Tumblr version out soon!! Enjoy, y'all.

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HAND FIC IS FINALLY DONE!!1!1!1!!1

i’ll make a properly formatted post later, but here’s the link for now:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64283680

hehe enjoy

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hey guys back at it again w another zosan hand/ oral fixation fic update bc thats the ONLY thing im writing rn and i need to post cause i lowk forgot about this blog ok here u go!!11!1

CW FOR SMUT GUYS

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“Humor me. Come on.”

“You get off on telling me what to do?”

“I do, yeah.” And for some godforsaken reason, Zoro relents, putting his arms behind him while Sanji’s fingers trace over the planes of his stomach, edging past the elastic of his sweatpants. “Good,” the cook whispers quietly to him. The praise makes Zoro lightheaded.

Sanji grasps him in one hand, stroking lightly— the pressure isn’t nearly enough, not when Zoro is so hard it fucking hurts. He struggles to keep his hips in place, swallowing dryly as Sanji ghosts a thumb over his slit. The cook is mumbling something inaudible, words low enough that Zoro can’t hear, but his voice is smooth like honey, coating Zoro’s insides and making him crave the contact even more. “Fuck, stop talking.”

“I dunno, I think you like it.” Sanji speaks with his lips pressed to the shell of Zoro’s ear. Belatedly, he feels his sweatpants sliding down, Sanji’s finger hooking around the band and pulling them down just enough, working his cock so agonizingly slowly that Zoro is torn between cursing the cook out or just flat-out begging. He’s leaning towards the first option.

Zoro flexes his hands where they rest behind his back, gaze still pointed at the ceiling as he gives in and rolls his hips to match the pace Sanji sets. “You’re so annoying.”

Sanji doesn’t respond, pausing his ministrations to shift around on Zoro’s lap. Briefly, Zoro wonders what the fuck he’s planning now, because this entire time, the cook has really just been toying with him. Not that Zoro doesn’t like it— he does. A lot. There's something about the way Sanji gently coaxes the control away from him, with sweet words and just enough force to make Zoro simply let him do so. The dynamic should feel foreign, because the swordsman always gives Sanji just as much as he fucking gets, but it’s strangely familiar. Sanji’s hands roaming over his body feel the same as they do when he plants a palm between Zoro’s shoulder blades, pushing him down into a bow when he doesn't say thank you loud enough; always landing on just the right side of demanding.

Zoro feels more than hears Sanji gasp, the short sound accompanied by the cook’s thighs spasming again. When he looks down, Sanji is already staring at him, lips curling around a moan as he touches the leaking tip of his cock to the swordsman’s own.

“Shit,” Sanji groans, eyes roving down to where his hand is wrapped around both of them. He thrusts shallowly into the pocket he’s created and the friction feels so fucking good, waves of pleasure shooting up Zoro’s spine and making the muscles in his stomach tense up. There’s precum dribbling from Zoro’s cock, pulsing out of him and sliding slowly over Sanji’s knuckles; he watches, transfixed, as it travels down the back of the cook’s hand.

“Zoro.”

“Mm?” Zoro vaguely registers he’s being talked to, and it takes more effort than it probably should to drag his eyes up to Sanji’s face. The cook keeps one hand pumping them both, while his other slides from the back of the couch up to Zoro’s face; As it does, his thumb brushes over Zoro’s earrings, making them clink quietly against each other.

Two fingers graze Zoro’s bottom lip. “Open.”

Zoro obliges, letting Sanji’s middle and ring finger past his lips, letting them slide gently over his tongue. The cook tastes clean, like soap and salt and a little sweet from the fruit he cored earlier.

Sanji lets out a near-silent breath as he explores Zoro’s mouth, careful as he dips his fingers in past the first knuckle; His face has gone slack, the smug air from a few minutes ago all but gone as Zoro lets his tongue lave over the digits, coating them in the spit that threatens to spill over his lips. Sanji reaches further, the pads of his fingers pressing down into the back of Zoro’s mouth while he watches the swordsman simply take them—The thing is, though, Zoro doesn’t need him to be gentle. Sanji seems to realize this only when his fingers brush the back of Zoro's throat.

“Holy fuck, moss,” Sanji almost whines, his eyes widening as Zoro dips his head down to take him to the last knuckle. The hand around both of their cocks abruptly tightens, and Zoro moans around the fingers in his mouth. The cook’s next words come out rushed and breathless, “Where’s your f— where’s your gag reflex?”

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yeah idk what im doing ive been procrastinating this fic for CENTURIES cause i feel like all the smut i write is so awkward but whatever. uhh you can find the other sections of this fic if you scroll for like 2 seconds on my blog! okay hopw you enjoyed bye

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I saw a post saying that there needs to be more zosan shotgunning content and I feel like it bears repeating.

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Zosan developing relationship where they’re both virgin losers but don’t know that the other is. and bc of their huge egos they keep pretending they’re sex gods

so when they both finally get into bed theyre like “what .”

cue arguing over what to do and then maybe asking Robin for a handbook idk im just yapping now

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Zosan i fear...

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Do you have like a master list or ao3 or something I really wanna read your full works!

wait lowk should i make a masterlist???? I only have WIPs up on here but i can compile them if yg want

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ughhh wip update on the hand/finger kink slash oral fixation fic im writing?1?1??1 idek at this point where this is going so here take this CW NSFW

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Sanji has this look on his face, dark and settling heavy over the swordsman even through his pale lashes; he thumbs over Zoro’s pulse point once, twice, before pressing down on it lightly. “S’that what you want?”

“Yeah.” He swallows, and can feel his Adam's apple press against Sanji’s palm. “Harder, bastard.”

“Fucking freak,” Sanji murmurs, despite the fact that his own voice has gone husky with lust. Zoro can feel him, just as hard and insistent as he grinds down onto Zoro’s lap. Hypocrite. “Say please first.”

“You’re an ass—” The hand around Zoro’s neck squeezes, and he can’t help the way his eyes flutter closed, can’t help the choked sound that rips its way out of him. The feeling is nothing short of intoxicating, and all Zoro wants is more. “—Oh, fuck.” And then there’s even more pressure on his throat as Sanji grips him harder, carefully manicured nails digging into the soft flesh there.

“You like that? Want me to bruise you, moss?” Sanji asks into Zoro’s ear, low and imploring.

“Yeah, yes,” Zoro croaks, mouth moving on autopilot because he can’t seem to gather the focus to say anything but affirmatives. He feels like— like he’s slipping, like the sensation of Sanji’s body flush against him is the only thing keeping him tethered. His hands slip under his shirt to wrap securely around his waist, the feeling of his skin grounding.

“You have no idea how fucking good you look right now.”

“Really?”

“Yes, shit, I wanna—” And then the cook breaks off into a string of words in a language Zoro can’t understand, but Sanji’s tone alone tells him it’s vulgar. Sanji’s fingers disappear from their place wrapped around Zoro’s neck, instead reaching up to grasp the swordsman’s face in both of his hands. It’s gentle, almost sickeningly so.

Sanji presses a forehead against his, and Zoro relishes in the way both of them are panting, breaths mingling in the quiet of the galley. “You wanna what, cook?”

As if to answer, Sanji grinds down hard, squeezing his thighs tightly around Zoro’s hips and pressing both their clothed erections together. He crushes his lips into Zoro’s again, sloppy and frantic and hungry, then sandwiches his arm between them to fumble at his zipper.

The swordsman scrambles to help, removing his iron grip on Sanji’s waist to tug at his shirt, freeing the tails of the fabric from the cook’s waistband. It exposes the pale expanse of his stomach and the tantalizing trail of curly brown hair starting at his navel that disappears below the black band of his underwear . Zoro wants to rip them off him. Honestly, he’s about to— Before he can, though, Sanji bats his hands away, lifting himself up so he can shimmy his pants down past his hips.

“Hands off,” Sanji breathes, leaning forward and bracing a hand on Zoro’s thigh while palming himself through his briefs. He looks unspeakably pretty like that; eyes half-lidded, bottom lip red from being caught between his teeth. “Behind your back.”

Zoro scoffs, shifting under the cook’s weight. “You’re not fuckin’ serious.”

“Humor me. Come on.”

“You get off on telling me what to do?”

“I do, yeah.” And Zoro relents, putting his arms behind him while Sanji’s fingers trace over the planes of his stomach, edging past the elastic of his sweatpants. “Good,” the cook whispers to him— the praise makes Zoro lightheaded.

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idk bossy sanji is speaking to me rn. hope you enjoyed gahh

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how every single aphrodisiac fic sounds to me (I eat it up every fucking time)

i got bit by a snake! quick!! you have to jerk me off to get the poison out! and pinch my nipples a little, too. and call me good boy! yeah that’s the only antidote I looked it up on Internet Explorerrrrrrr

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me with zosan i fear

been building a collection of posts from like minded individuals

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thinking about a modern au with scenemo sanji and punk zoro.

they first meet in a bar and get into a fight becsuse Sanji insults Zoro’s liberty spikes (his hair is short and green, it really does look like grass tbf) and Zoro makes fun of Sanji’s emo bangs.

idk just thoughts

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On my knees on the floor in the ground BEGGING U TO FINISH THAT ORAL FIXATION FIC THE WORLD NEEDS MORE ZOSAN ORAL FIXATION FIC THANK YOU

And if u don’t wanna do it then still tHANK U FOR WRITING WHAT U HAVE

Hey….. drops another snippet of my zosan oral fixation/ l hand + finger kink fic(it kind of morphed into that dont ask me how idk) and then runs away really fast. Anon i promise the oral fixation part is coming soon just wait a sec… also for people who need context u can find the first snippet i posted right here!!

CW suggestive// nsfw!!

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The cook leans down, catching him in another bruising kiss. Sanji tastes like tobacco and sugar, which would be unpleasant if it wasn’t him that Zoro was tasting. Idly, Zoro thinks it probably shouldn’t make a difference who he’s kissing, but he files that inkling away for later in favor of gripping the meat of Sanji’s thighs and making the cook squirm. Sanji groans at the contact, open-mouthed and desperate. He winds his fingers into Zoro’s hair and tugs, wrenching the swordsman’s head up again to lay ragged kisses along his throat. Everywhere that Sanji touches him feels inexplicably hot, makes him dizzy with want— so much that when Sanji pulls away Zoro almost follows him up.

“I don’t put my hands on just anyone, you know,” Sanji breathes, absently cracking his knuckles while his eyes rove smugly over Zoro’s figure. He looks messy, coiffed hair mussed to hell with splotchy red painting his neck and face. Zoro wants to pop open Sanji’s collar, see how far down the flush goes and trace its borders with his mouth. See what sounds the cook would make if he did.

He doesn’t though; justs fights the urge to roll his eyes instead. “Yeah, I gathered that.”

“What do you want?” Sanji asks him, even though Zoro thinks he made it pretty fucking obvious what he wants.

“Anything. Just—” Touch me, please. “Anything.”

“That’s hot as hell.”

Zoro scowls. “Fuck. You.”

And like the haughty shit he is, the only thing Sanji hums in response is, “Yeah, maybe later,” before his slender fingers wrap around Zoro’s throat. He doesn’t apply any pressure, just loosely resting his hand there, but Zoro still feels his own breath shorten at the promise of what’s to come.

Sanji has this look, on his face, dark and settling heavy over the swordsman even through his pale lashes; he thumbs over Zoro’s pulse point once, twice, before pressing down on it lightly. “S’that what you want?”

Zoro isn’t into the habit of lying. “Yes.” He swallows, and can feel his Adam's apple press against Sanji’s palm. “I—Harder.”

“Fucking freak,” Sanji murmurs, despite the fact that his own voice has gone husky with lust— Zoro can feel him, just as hard and insistent where he grinds down onto Zoro’s lap. Hypocrite. “Say please first.”

“You’re an ass—” The hand around Zoro’s neck squeezes, and he can’t help the way his eyes flutter closed, can’t help the choked sound that rips its way out of him. The feeling is nothing short of intoxicating, and all Zoro wants is more. “—Oh, fuck.” And then there’s even more pressure on his throat as Sanji grips him harder, carefully manicured nails digging into the soft flesh there.

“You like that? Want me to bruise you, moss?” Sanji asks into Zoro’s ear, low and imploring.

Yes, Yes, Zoro wants to say, but he can’t seem to focus long enough to get the words out. His cock throbs within the confines of his pants, the incessant movement of Sanji on his lap clouding his mind. All he can do is pant and gasp, rolling his hips in time with the cook’s to try and get some form of release. He could come like this— he really could.

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okay yeah THANK YOU ANON FOR REMINDING THIS FIC EXISTED!! i have so many WIPs i lowkey forgot this existed but here u go ahh lalalala. I’m making progress so the rest should be out fairly soon? okay yeah thanks bye

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A collection of song lyrics that remind me of Zosan because i CANT GET THEM OUT OF MY HEAD.

Songs in order:

Pretty Boy - Tv Girl

I Don’t Smoke - Mitski

Sometimes (Backwood) - Gigi Perez

Better In The Dark - Jordana

I Don’t Care if You’re Contagious - Pierce The Veil

Kiss With A Fist - Florence + The Machine

Lover’s Rock - Tv Girl

Cigarettes Out The Window - Tv Girl

Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys

Corrigan - Sorority Noise

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If you guys have any other songs that remind you of these two, PLEASE share them with me. I am in desperate need of new music