#zosan tickle

[silentsamlikesham]

I was surprised there wasn't more fics like this for the fandom. Macho boys need to be soft sometimes....

Zoro x Sanji

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Sanji’s shoes click rhythmically off the cobblestone pavement as he stalks towards the ship. His eyes watch the cracks in the ground and the uneven bumps in the stones until they fall away to crooked lines etched into the wood of the dock.

He doesn’t lift his head as seagulls circle him, their sharp eyes catching the few bags Sanji has dangling from his wrists. He doesn’t take in the sight of sailors throwing barrels onto ships or jostling past him in a hurry to grab more rope, and food and booze from the carts that sit on the edge of the ships. 

He doesn’t flinch when the seaside breeze cuts through his hair, plastering it across the wrong side of his face as he climbs onto the Merry. Not even the splash of sea water from below, that soils the cuffs of his pants, can rip him from the haze of his foul mood.

The first time Sanji glances up from the floor, is to watch behind him as Zoro reaches the bottom of the rope ladder. He takes a brief hiatus from his gloom to watch smugly as Zoro struggles to use only his legs to get aboard.

One of his arms is coiled around a barrel of beer, the other is weighed down by as many shopping bags as Sanji could throw at him, topped with a box he’s balancing between his bicep and shoulder that contains large heavy pieces of meat. 

The swordman seems to sense he’s being watched because he peaks a look up at Sanji, his eye’s just visible under his bandana.

“You going to help me, Curly?”

Sanji tsks loudly, his brief smile at the other’s struggling twisting into a frown again as he remembers just how pissed off he is.

“Screw you, Mosshead.” 

The clack of Sanji’s dress shoes echo across the deck of the ship as he storms off towards the pantry, the door to the kitchen banging loudly behind him as it slams shut.

Zoro blinks slowly, shaking his head as he convinces himself not to think too hard about what has set the cook off. Knowing how temperamental he could be, it could be as simple as an eyelash grazed his eye, or maybe he had to buy a bruised fruit or something.

Zoro decides to ignore the temper tantrum and instead focuses on getting over the side of the ship and safely onto the deck. He kicks the door to the kitchen open, not feeling bad when it slams loudly against the cracking wooden wall. It’s not his fault someone had shut it when they knew his hands were full, and Zoro was not dropping any of stuff in his arms until he knew he’d never have to pick them up again.

“Oi, watch it moss for brains.” Sanji snarls, already halfway through unpacking one of the half full bags he’d decided not to throw at Zoro.

Zoro noisily drops everything from his left arm, the sacks opening and almost spilling their contents, while the box dents on one side. With both arms Zoro carefully drops his booze barrel onto the floor, the only thing he cared about getting safely back to the ship.

“What the hell, idiot. You better not have bruised anything.” Sanji seethes, storming forwards, his eyes not even on the products.

It was clear the cook wasn’t upset about the door, or the dropped goods. No, Zoro knew by now his rival was itching for a fight. Well, if that is the case,  he’d give him one. 

“What’s your problem, Ero-Cook? You don’t like how I handle them, then you carry them.”

Like expected, his blonde crewmate sucks in a breath before he easily spins his hips and launches a kick at the side of Zoro’s head. The hilt of a sword catches the edge of his ankle, stopping the impact by mere centimetres.

“Isn’t your job on this ship to be the pack mule?” Sanji hisses, leaning forward enough that Zoro can feel a flick of spit hit his chin. “Can you do anything right?”

The next few clashes between the pair are nasty. A pinch of hurt mixes with a wave of fury and frustration as Zoro matches the tempo of the other’s hits. They block, dodge and slam into one another, a litter of bruises and bumps being left in the wake of their moves as they throw insults back and forth.

It’s nothing new, nothing unusual between them, but it feels strange to Zoro. Sanji doesn’t feel like he’s letting off steam, not when one shoving kick almost breaks a rib, or when the next kick almost comes crashing down on his skull at practically full force, hard enough to crack bone. The cook clearly seems upset with him.

“What-” Zoro slams the hilt of his second blade into the side of Sanji’s knee, unbalancing him, “is your-” He steps further shoving into the cook and knocking him back onto his ass, the tip of Yubashiri pointing down at him “fucking problem?”

Sanji’s glare trails from the tip of the blade up to Zoro’s face before he growls back “You. You ruin everything.” 

With that, Sanji uses a kick to knock the blade away before he pushes forward, barely lifting off the ground as he tackles Zoro at his knees, knocking him onto his back and briefly winding him.

He probably could have taken the hit, but he’s so surprised that he doesn’t even realise what the cook is doing until he feels two sharp knees digging into the inside of his elbows. His arms are pinned, stretched outwards with his swords as far from his opponent as possible, as Sanji sits heavily on his chest.

Zoro’s so startled by the approach that he goes to swing his head, to whip the sword in his mouth at the hot head, but before he can, Sanji has taken the sword away. For a moment, Zoro thinks he’ll join Sanji in feeling murderous, but some of his anger is quenched when he realises the cook doesn’t toss the blade away, but instead places it carefully above Zoro’s head, just out of reach of his mouth. 

“You couldn’t just keep your mouth shut at the market, could you?” Sanji pants, pushing as much weight into his knees so he can, watching Zoro flinch as they push through muscle and pinch at nerves.

“What are you talking about, shit-cook?” Zoro tries to move his arms, he knows he’s strong enough to lift Sanji’s scrawny legs off him, but for some reason, nothing happens.

“You just had to butt in about booze right as I was getting somewhere with that beautiful blonde-haired beauty. You had to open your stupid mouth and ruin it.” 

Sanji thinks back to the lady, all curves and soft lines and a small timid smile. The brief laugh she paid him for a weak joke was enough to make Sanji float. He’s sure he could have charmed an evening with her while they were stuck on this island, but big mean and green had to ruin it all, as usual.

“That’s what this is about? You striking out with yet another clueless chick?” Zoro continues to struggle, becoming perplexed that his strength seemed to have left him.

“Don’t call women demeaning shit like that.” Sanji snarls, only refraining from hitting the green bafoon when he notices the other looking worried at his arms twitching uselessly beneath Sanji’s hold.

“It’s not going to work, Mosshead. I’m leaning on a weak point in your arms.” 

Zoro’s attention turns back to Sanji, his brows furrowed in thought as though he wasn’t sure to believe the blonde or not.

“Apologise, and I’ll move.” Sanji bargains, his temper subsiding as a feeling of victory settles in his chest. 

“Eat shit.” 

Sanji grins at the discomfort on Zoro’s face, the sweat breaking out across his forehead as he struggles to get himself back in a position of power. The blonde decides to lean his upper body back, a show of how long he is willing to wait for Zoro to cave. His hands fall lazily behind him as he goes to rest one of them on Zoro’s stomach. 

The movement surprises the swordsman, the hand going unnoticed until he felt gentle fingertips dragging across his ribs, pushing at the taut skin. The lack of sight, mixed with an unusual place for Sanji to touch him is enough to cause Zoro to flinch, to let the smallest involuntary gasp through his lips as his breath hitches and his eyes widen in genuine surprise. 

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. 

Maybe he didn’t notice?

“Oho, what was that Marimo?” Sanji, having literally felt the hitch in breath beneath him, stares curiously at his hand, then looks back at Zoro’s face, the faintest dusting of a blush growing on his cheeks as he suddenly refuses to meet Sanji’s face.

The cook might have just taken the reaction as having hit a bruise, but the discomfort on Zoro’s face makes Sanji curious. So, he does it again.

This time his fingers brush relentlessly over the spot, the touch getting softer as he realises it elicits more of a reaction from the man beneath him. Sanji can’t help the grin that spreads out across his face as the pieces start to click together.

“Oi, Marimo.” Zoro glares a hole through Sanji as he meet’s his gaze, his blood boiling at the sight of the smug expression on the assholes face. “I didn’t know moss could be ticklish.”

Zoro tries to keep his face neutral as he opens his mouth to deny it, to tell Sanji he’s an idiot and to get the fuck off him before he skewers him, but before he can…Sanji squeezes his hip bone, his long fingers coiling into the exposed hollow of his hip.

He thought with all his hard work and training over the years that he could have held back his reaction, hardened his mind until he felt nothing. It doesn’t work. Not with Sanji’s weight holding him down, his arms and swords useless for once, his rival’s touch soft against his skin. This was new, this was terrifying, and this was something Zoro had never prepared for.

He lets out a bark of laughter, his face whipping to the side in embarrassment and panic as he tries to will the flush climbing up his neck away. 

Sanji forgets to be angry, forgets he was ever upset, forgets completely about the blonde that started this whole scene. He can feel the echo of the laugh through Zoro’s chest, can feel the panicked breaths that follow against his thighs. His eyes are locked on Zoro’s watery smile, not used to seeing such a shy grin on the swordman’s face. 

He squeezes again, Zoro’s eyes twisting shut as though not being able to see what was happening would be enough to make it go away. He loosens his grip slightly, scratching the area instead, his nails bluntly dragging across the cotton of Zoro’s shirt as a groan from his mouth turns to soft giggles.

Sanji is pretty sure he’s forgotten how to breath. It’s like he’s afraid to. That he’ll make too much noise and miss a single sound coming from Zoro’s lips.

“Didn’t think a brute like you could giggle.” Sanji teases eventually, pausing his assault long enough to see if Zoro will answer him, if he is capable of speech.

Zoro is pretty sure he’s going to die. His chest is tight after less than a minute of this. He can’t think, he can’t breathe, his hip feels like it’s been electrocuted and now Sanji’s words are burning him. He can feel the heat radiating from his skin, the tension in his limbs will surely snap at any moment. When it does, it’s likely he’ll melt into the wood of the floor.

“What, no quip back?” Sanji is laughing now, joyfully too, not his usual cruel cackle that he uses to taunt Zoro mid-fight. 

“Shu-huh-ut up!” Zoro gasps, trying to regain his composure. 

He can’t remember the last time someone had pinned him like this, and certainly can’t remember a time when someone ever tickled him like this. He hadn’t even considered he was ticklish, not since he’d grown up.

“Aw Marimo, that’s not very nice.” Sanji’s eyes are practically shining as he leans back with both hands now on Zoro’s stomach, all ten fingers curling into the soft dip just below Zoro’s abs. 

Zoro’s eye’s practically bug out of his head at the sensation. Any thought of shutting down his nervous system disappears as he lets out a stream of loud laughter, his legs curling and kicking out behind Sanji, his back arching off the ground, nearly hard enough to push Sanji off him. But the blonde was able to stay on top, his laughter joining Zoro’s.

“Oh, mosshead. I think I’ve found a way to indefinitely win our little fights now. Let’s hope no one outside the crew finds out about this, eh?”

Sanji’s words are too much, too condescending, and sweet and frustrating. 

“I-Ihh- I’m go-ahah-gonna cut yo-oho-you’re fucking tongue ou-ouaha-out.” Zoro warns, deadly serious for once. His threat sounding ridiculous though as his voice cracks at the end, his laughter hitting a shriek as Sanji traces a spot just above his pant’s line. 

Sanji hums, unimpressed. His hands disappear from Zoro’s stomach and for some reason that’s worse. Zoro’s gaze snaps from the door to the kitchen back to Sanji as he desperately tries to anticipate whatever the fuck the cook is going to do next. 

He’s too slow though because he doesn’t feel the hands shoving under his exposed armpit’s until it’s too late. Not being able to drag his elbows into his sides is torture and his shrieking continues as his nerves tingle from his chest all the way to his fingertips.

“I don’t think the world’s greatest swordsman is the only title you’ll ever earn; clearly most ticklish swordsman is already yours.”

It’s the worst comment so far. Mainly because the cook has just fucking admitted he think’s Zoro can achieve his dream. The compliment is weird and warm enough to have butterflies fluttering in his gut while his lungs seize in his chest. His face is beetroot red at this point as Zoro starts to feel like he’ll never escape.

But just as he thinks this, Zoro registers his legs, which have been twisting and convulsing this whole time…Sanji is settled on his chest. Zoro’s legs are completely free. He mightn’t have trained his kicks like the cook, but he can still swing them as well as any other competent fighter.

As Sanji opens his mouth to tease him further, Zoro moves. He brings his knees up with as much force as he can in his position, and they hit Sanji square in his lower back. He knocks the cook forward just enough that one of his knee’s shifts from where they were pinching the nerve in Zoro’s arm and in a blink of an eye he goes from a laughing mess to grappling Sanji’s waist, rolling the pair over until Zoro finds himself nestled in between the blonde’s legs, his hips pining the other’s down.

Sanji is blinking owlishly up at the ceiling, disorientated, and confused at how he ended up in this position. 

Zoro wastes no time in hopping up and falling back down on the other’s thighs, preventing any kicks or twists that might come his way. He gives Sanji a second, relishing in the horrified expression on his rivals faces before he digs both his large hands into every inch of skin he could on the blonde’s stomach and is rewarded by a loud wheeze followed by a stream of curses and laughter as Sanji loses it beneath him. His whole being wiggling and convulsing and suddenly Zoro doesn’t feel as embarrassed or weak.

He was going to kill the blonde, tickle him to an inch of his final breath and make him promise to never try this shit again, to beg and cry for Zoro to stop...

But the heated feeling dies in his mind as soon as he thinks it, because Sanji laughs like it means nothing. Like he doesn’t care that he’s being lit on fire by Zoro’s touch. He meets Zoro’s eye like they’re sharing a joke over a drink, like they’ve just surprised yet another unsuspecting crew, he looks at Zoro as if they’re friends…and it kills Zoro. Destroys him in a way he’s not expecting.

So, he stops, his fingers stilling when Sanji’s eyes gather tears and his face is as red as Zoro’s own.

He doesn’t tease him, doesn’t trust himself to say a single word when his mouth has dried, when it feels like cotton in sitting in the centre of his tongue. 

“Tr-ucahaha-truce. Plea-ahah-se Marimo.” 

Zoro stares at him until Sanji squirms uncomfortably at the silence. He watches the emotions swirling in Zoro’s eyes, his face it’s usual mask of secrecy. The idiot looks lost, like he’s stuck on something particularly complex.

Sanji hasn’t a clue what could be happening in the green idiot’s brain, so he doesn’t push him. Not when he’s still menacingly looming over him, ready to pounce. 

Sanji handles him the way he always does when he needs Zoro to comply without needing him to actually agree with him.

“I’ll let you drink a bottle of the good booze if you let me up?”

Zoro grins then, the tension washing away as Sanji offer him something familiar, something safe. 

He grunts as he stands, surprising them both when he offers Sanji a hand up. 

He takes the hand, letting Zoro pull him to his feet, surprised when the other pulls him close, his breath tickling Sanji’s ear as he hisses “You tell anyone about this, and not even the world’s best sake will save you.”

Zoro pulls back then to glare as threateningly as he can at the cook. Sanji looks stricken, maybe a bit intimidated for a second before he bursts into laughter. Zoro pouts at the response, forgetting none of his intimating tricks work on the pervert.

Sanji gooses his side as he dances out of Zoro’s reach and towards the drinks stash, laughing as he replies over his shoulder. 

“Next time I won’t forget to pin you properly, moss for brains.”

The threat sounds more like a promise, like Sanji is already planning his next attack. It makes Zoro uncomfortable, afraid, and slightly excited. The same mesh of emotions he always gets from fighting with Sanji.

Maybe, this would be another form of release for them. Another way to pass the time on the ship and let off some steam.

He tries not to dwell on the fact that a tickle fight was far less acceptable for a pair of terrifying warriors than genuine bruise inducing sparring.

Who could judge them out at sea? Who would learn of what they did on the grand line behind a closed kitchen door.

Zoro wanted to hear that laughter again, wanted to see that grin across the cook’s face…and maybe, he admits quietly in his brain as he takes the first gulp of his drink, he was looking forward to having the cook tease him like that again.

To beat him with a soft touch, rather than a short blunt one.

Zoro needed to drink the entire bottle placed in front of him before he lets his thoughts continue, before he reaches a conclusion, he’s been avoiding for months now.

He holds out his empty cup and receives a scoff in return as Sanji fills it again, the two of them clinking their next glasses together in a silent ‘cheers’.

They’ll figure it out, whatever this is.

They’re nakama after all. 

#zosan #one piece #one piece zosan #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #zoro #sanji #tickle content #tickle fic #fanfic #zosan fanfic #zosan tickle #im sorry #i hope you like it #they'd definitely do this #macho boys can be soft #teasing #wrestling #pining #zosan fluff

[wiillowwiiggles]

BTW I WROTE A OP FIC its like. 4.5k of fluffy zosan tkls. Just to let you all know

#willow writes #pushing my agenda and the agenda is #ticklish!zoro #but its also #ticklish!sanji #one piece #zosan #tickle fic #tickling

[asliceofzosan]

because i woke up today still thinking of zosan's baby girl, here are some stuff about it that are now my roman empire:

none. i repeat NONE OF THESE STRAW HATS know how to hold a baby. sanji figured it out due to dormant maternal instincts alone. and more than half the time he has to yell at everyone to not hold her up by the calf or the ankles ("i'm looking at you luffy please for the love of the all blue do NOT gum gum whip her around like a toy—")

unlike both her dads, ayari is actually being extremely picky with food in the beginning. she hates certain textures and cries like its the end of the world when her baby food isn't heated to the right temperature. funnily enough, one of the few times she ate something she didn't want is if chopper is next to her eating the same thing and telling her its yummy. dw none of the baby food goes to waste. they're all re-used somehow in the week's menu. or zoro just ends up eating it.

ussop made a lil wrap around cloth for ayari so that sanji could cook while carrying her hands free. or zoro could have her strapped onto his back and nap while he does pushups.

robin could be seen reading books to ayari when both zoro and sanji are out cold and exhausted from being first time parents. one or both of them would wake up to find robin telling little ayari histories of the islands they visit, or the countries they've saved. she tones down some of the darker elements until she's old enough to grasp it. ayari grows up with auntie robin's love of wanting to know the world.

nami started doing her makeup with ayari on her lap. she shows all the different little products to her, letting her touch her brushes and everything. nami even "does ayari's makeup" too aka she just tickles her face with the brushes and pretends to put makeup on her so she feels like she's doing it too. when she's a little older, ayari asks sanji to join them and more often than not, sanji is making lunch with a full face of makeup done by ayari.

ayari's teething toy is a little plastic mouth sword. zoro is infinitely happy about it.

in the beginning, sanji tried to take up most of the parental responsibilities up until the point that he got too sick to even stand. he was stressed and exhausted beyond belief, actually pushing zoro away a lot. but when he collapses one day sporting a fever that was highly too reminiscent of when nami was sick after little garden, it scares him enough to finally seek zoro out for help.

and its not like zoro has not Tried to take the load off. its just that sanji was still fighting all his repressed feelings for zoro and this undue pressure hes put on himself to become a better parent than judge ever was to him. that he could raise this child with love and attention and devotion, completely forgetting that hes not the only parent.

zoro and sanji have a heartfelt talk about how the wish that was granted on that island was a blessing beyond belief. that theres a reason ayari looks like both of them. that she takes after both of them.

they both wished for this child in the deepest depths of their hearts. they wanted not just to be together but to have someone that grows up loved by them. cared for by them. not a restart or a replacement for a lost loved one like they first thought it was. but a child who sees them — zoro and sanji — and will one day wish to have a love like theirs.

oh also "luffy" is ayari's first word because zoro and sanji say it so often to stop their captain from doing dangerous shit while he's holding her. in line with that, her second word is "stop" so the first sentence she ever says is "luffy stop!"

the crew are hysterical over it. sanji stares into the void bc he wished for ayari's first word to be "dada"

he settles with the little joy of her fourth word being "marimo"

because her third word was "curly" (something he nearly strangled zoro for)

#niki's fics: she has your eyes #zosan #one piece #sanji #roronoa zoro #oc: roronoa ayari #ussop #nami #nico robin #monkey d luffy

[veryace-ficrecs]

Do you have any zosan fic recs?

Of course I do! Here are some

Zosan Fic Recs

all the hidden love, beneath by Giosele - Rated M

His eyes flicker towards the more discernible scars, the deep ones with smooth taut skin. The ones his hands have traced hundreds of times. Then Sanji spots the fresh, poorly stitched wound dancing across Zoro’s flank. The shoddy quality screams Mosshead. “Moron.” Sanji crumples his cigarette and flattens it underfoot in one smooth motion. “Idiot. You stupid, reckless swordsman. Stay here, I’ll get Chopper.” -- The crew is a wreck after Enies' Lobby. Despite being a wreck himself, Sanji tries to take care of them all.

you got time, you're on the mend, babe by steeringwheeleater - Rated T

“He doesn't trust me, and he obviously doesn’t want the captain to know.” “He doesn’t want me to know, either.” “He knows that you know, Cook.” “What the hell are you talking about?” Sanji’s shoulders creep up again. “… Sorry.” Robin adjusts her stance from one leg to the other; her nearest analog to rolling her eyes. “You’ve been too gentle with him to be subtle, Cook. It’s like I said: you’ve been defending him to the others.”

Kept Down, Helped Up by Gay_as_fuck - Rated T

Zoro's near death in Wano strains the crew, the latest in a long line of risk taking. A very stressed Nami solves this problem by throwing Sanji at it.

In Tandem by lemon_drop48 - Rated M

"I wanted to make you laugh." The honest admission felt dumb the second it came out of his mouth. It's too breathy, he's still out of breath from a distinct lack of oxygen recently. And there's no way the cook understands - Sanji throws back his head in laughter. For a moment there isn't even fear that he's laughing at him. Sanji's laugh is beautiful, and seeing that huge smile spread across his cheeks in genuine mirth felt like it was priceless.

revelations by cloversome - Rated T

It's been three days since Zoro blacked out. When he finally awakens, he finds his spirit is detached from his still unconscious body.

Demon's Deception by Maik_Morrow - Rated T

Summary

Having read an article about the ‘Demon of the East’ years prior to joining the Strawhat crew, Sanji was confused. He didn't understand how the man he heard would be a ruthless monster could be so different. All he saw was a caring, kind and gentle man. Until he understood the reason some time later.

It’s In His Kiss by Hazel_Athena - Rated G

They reach the island of Bise early in the new year.

unintended consequence by itsmylifekay - Rated T

Imagine person A making person B a friendship bracelet, expecting person B to never wear it, but when it’s given to them person B puts it on and is rarely seen with it off. A group of marines charge, Zoro slices through them, and in that instant Sanji feels his own eyes grow wide. Because there, on the arm now outstretched towards him, steel glinting in hand, is the stupid bracelet he’d given Zoro. The bastard is actually wearing it.

Language of love by averybidisaster - Rated E

It irked Zoro that upon meeting him, a whirlwind of limbs, blue eyes and a cigarette dangling from his cocky smile, something in his gut flip-flopped, instead of the usual, clear feeling he usually got when he met men, like a natural yes/no answer. Obviously, the lovesick fool greatly admired women, ceaselessly shouting his love for them at any opportunity. But he had met many a man like that who still sought to warm his bed- and Sanji was... well, Sanji . His simple existence riles Zoro up like no other. And why does it matter to him what the shitty cook’s preferences are anyways? OR Zoro secretely learns French to understand Sanji. Because that’s obviously the easiest way to learn if the cook likes men.

Did You Know Marimo Came In Pink? by wiillowwriites - Rated T

After some some accidental tickling turns into something very intentional, Sanji’s the first of the two to notice that Zoro seems to be enjoying himself. Zoro isn’t quite sure what to do with the realization, but Sanji has an idea.

waiting by tinyjet7 - Rated G

zoro watches sanji hand out treats to everyone but him.

Ink by BleuReivers - Rated T

He’d gotten the first one for no reason other than he’d simply wanted it. Had ever since he’d first laid eyes on one of the cook’s ink during his Baratie days. It had taken him a while to actually get it and for a while he’d been convinced he never would. But, as the years went on and he crossed paths with more and more people who bore elaborate and, honestly, beautiful tattoos, the desire grew until he couldn’t ignore it anymore.

ham and rice by hailure - Rated G

"I'll get that bastard gets all the food he wants and then more. You don't need to forfeit your protein serving for that." "Oh, now I get it." Zoro's face turned mischievious, his nose bridge tinted with red now that the alcohol was briefly kicking in. "You're worried about me." After their victory in Wano, Sanji is not amused that Zoro just can't seem to eat properly.

Here’s To Us by TextlessNovel - Rated T

In which sharing a drink can tear down walls in a way that Sanji and Zoro never expected.

#veryace asks #one piece fanfiction #one piece #zosan #one piece zosan #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #strawhat pirates #straw hat crew #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3

[whereistheonepiece]

I have a dumb Zosan AU but it tickles me, so I will share.

AU where Sanji is a Live Laugh Love wine mom and this happens

(Sanji is "Mom" in this situation, Zoro is "Dad")

#zosan #zoro #sanji

[inoreuct]

zosan caretaking fluff feat. hair washing, banter and very soft vibes. dinner is served.

Sanji sighed, sliding down until the back of his head pressed against the lip of the bathtub. The water was toeing the line between too hot and just right and he'd poured in enough lavender emulsion to coat it with dense, heady bubbles; they tickled his chin as he let his eyes slip shut.

It had been such a long day.

He'd been rudely woken up by the sound of a cannonball crashing through their hull, tossed out of his bunk a second later when the enemy ship rammed into their side; having to fight moments after being startled awake had already put him in a horrid mood, and then he'd realised that the galley had taken damage and he would have to restock more than half of everything he'd had in there. The fridge had lost power too so he'd had to cook all the meat that had thawed (which, to be fair, was never a problem with Luffy around) but then his whole crew had scattered during their supply run and he'd lugged a shit-ton of food back to the Sunny himself and now his brain was buzzing and his everything was aching and he was pretty sure he had gunpowder in his hair.

The steam filled his lungs when he breathed in, damp and dense and warm, settling heavy as he trailed his fingers through the milky water. His neck hurt from staring down at goods all day and he could feel the beginning of a tension headache behind his eyeballs. It was a small blessing that he had the bathroom to himself—

The door creaked open.

Goddammit. Sanji sucked down a fortifying breath before he looked up— and relaxed, because thankfully, the one possible person he might be able to tolerate at the moment was sliding inside with one arm behind his back.

Zoro pushed the door shut with his heel, loose pants wrapped low around his hips and hair already darkening from the humidity. "Hi."

"Hello, marimo," Sanji sighed, tilting his head to the side. He watched as Zoro trudged over and stuck his free hand into the water before yanking it back with a muffled hiss.

"That's hot."

"Nearly enough to boil a lobster," the cook agreed mildly, eyebrows flashing up as he turned his head to track Zoro pulling up a stool, lazy and languid. "Now did you need anything, or are you just here to kill off more of my brain cells?"

Zoro gave him a dry look.

A heavy exhale slipped from Sanji's nose before he reached behind him, fingers brushing Zoro's elbow and sliding down to take his hand. He spread the swordsman's fingers out, tracing over hard-earned callouses with featherlight swirls. "I'm sorry, mon chou," he sighed, letting his temple fall against Zoro's knuckles. "Just... tired, is all."

"I know." Zoro flipped his palm, rubbing a thumb over Sanji's cheekbone before pulling away. "Brought you something."

Sanji heard the sound of glass being picked up and nearly turned before he was presented with a dark, stout bottle, the labelling font reminiscent of chalk on a blackboard. "Pirate Blend," he read, huffing a chuckle. Fitting. "No glass?"

"As if you won't finish the whole thing."

He let out a faux-indignant gasp, reaching out to whack the back of his hand against Zoro's bare chest. "Ass."

"That was my tit, cook. Think the steam's getting to your head."

The laugh that peeled its way out of Sanji's throat was sticky with exhaustion, steeped through with lavender suds and underpinned by the ache in his muscles as he popped the cork with his teeth and took a swig. "...Where did you get this?"

"There was a tasting booth in the market. Thought you'd like this one."

"You thought right," Sanji admitted, lifting the bottle to his mouth again and letting the wine coat his tongue; a red by the taste of it, with a nearly savoury spiced vanilla and dark, syrupy cacao, a rich core of sweet berry, an almost silky hint of dry tannin. He held out the bottle, but Zoro shook his head with a soft quirk of his mouth.

"Got it for you, swirly."

The cook smirked. "Suit yourself. So that's where you ran off to while poor little me was stuck doing all the heavy lifting," he lamented, sighing and emphasising it with an exaggerated sip.

"Not just that."

He heard twine sliding across waxed paper, packaging rustling as it was unfolded—

The water sloshed as Sanji set his bottle down and turned around, holding onto the edge of the tub as Zoro pulled the last bit of paper away to reveal the set of soaps in his lap.

The cook's breath caught. Each of the five bars clearly had a different scent, and a design to match; the one with green and cream swirls was matcha, surely, and the translucent one with rose petals was obviously rose. One more was oat and honey, and the one with a herb sprig on top was definitely rosemary mint— But the last one was plain brown, mild enough that his nose couldn't pick out what it was supposed to be. "Marimo."

"Hm?"

"How much did these cost?"

Zoro shot him a smug grin. "Just a couple of logs that needed chopping... And some charm."

"You." The cook blinked, stretching out like a cat to rest his chin on his hands, lips twitching as he tried to hide his awed smile. "Charm."

"Oi! I can be charming when I want to be!" The swordsman scowled at Sanji's fond, disbelieving scoff. "I charmed you, didn't I?"

"Yes, well—" Sanji felt a little breathless, buoyant, like if he let go of the tub he'd float with no effort at all. "Yes, I suppose you did." He held still, heart fluttering in the hollow of his throat as Zoro's face softened, leaning forward to poke at something in his hair.

"You've got gunpowder in your bangs."

"I— Ugh, I know!" he complained, rolling over with a dramatic sigh.

"Well, hurry up and pick one, then!"

"Pick one?" Sanji lurched up again, bubbles sloshing everywhere, eyes flicking between Zoro and the soaps. "I can't just pick one, they all smell so good and they're too pretty to—"

"Oh, for the love of— Curly, can you just pick one and let me wash your hair?" Zoro deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest and completely oblivious to the way he'd just made Sanji's entire system freeze, the inconsiderate moss-headed bastard.

If a cannonball crashed into their ship again, Sanji wouldn't have noticed. If the Sunny was sinking, he wouldn't have cared. He was much too preoccupied with staring at the man sitting in front of him, skin flushed with the warmth, green hair mussed as it always was, soaps that he'd bought for Sanji on a whim in his lap. The cook's fingers dug into the edge of the tub and gripped until ceramic squeaked. Zoro wanted to wash his hair.

Zoro's throat bobbed as he swallowed, clearly fighting the urge to look away. "Look, if you don't want—"

"No!" Sanji yelped, startling himself enough that he nearly clapped his hands over his own mouth. "No, I— This one," he breathed, reaching for the plain brown bar and pressing it into Zoro's palm. "This one." He knew that he probably looked nearly shocked, eyes so wide it must have been unsettling, but his chest ached something fierce when he breathed in deep down all the way to his gut and he couldn't help it. His water must have been getting cold by now but he didn't feel it at all.

Zoro's lashes fluttered as he shifted in his seat, carefully wrapping the rest of the soaps up and placing them aside. "Okay, then. Turn around."

Sanji flipped, sitting still as Zoro gently pulled the tie from his hair and slipped it around his own wrist, holding back a shiver when calloused hands cupped his face to guide him nearer the running tap. The water seemed warm, but not warmer than Zoro himself; the swordsman always seemed to run ridiculously hot and Sanji—

"Relax," Zoro murmured, his hand broad and steady against the back of Sanji's head. "I've got you, cook. Lean back."

And Sanji was slowly coming to realise that he was loathe to deny Zoro anything, so he did. He let his weight sink back against Zoro's hand, trusting the swordsman to hold him up, letting his eyes close as Zoro carefully poured water over his scalp until his curls were soaked. He didn't open them even as he was pushed back up, settling comfortably in the tub as Zoro lathered the soap in his hands. What remaining suds left in the tub lapped at his collarbones; the water was a soothing pressure all around his torso, and he didn't bother hiding his soft sigh when Zoro's fingers slid into his hair.

"S'getting long." Firm fingertips started scrubbing at his scalp, kneading into spots of tension Sanji didn't even know he had. "You gonna cut it?"

"Mm? No," he sighed, shuddering when Zoro dragged his thumbs up from his nape. "Think I w'na grow it out."

Zoro hummed at that, tipping the cook's head to the side. "You'll look pretty."

"I know I will. And you'll tell me every day."

"Oh, will I, now?"

"Mhm."

The swordsman scoffed without any bite, doing something with his fingers that made Sanji melt. "You're so cocky."

"Mhm," Sanji mumbled again, not even bothering to find out what he was agreeing to. He had better things to focus on. "Just... keep doing that."

He heard Zoro chuckle and then pretty much zoned out completely, tension bleeding from his muscles, letting Zoro move his head this way and that. His bathwater was tepid at this point; he didn't care. Zoro's hands were big and warm and as the bubbles drifted down to his shoulders, he finally realised what this bar was scented with.

Sandalwood suffused his senses, a deep creamy sweetness with an undercurrent of leather and earth. With what little wherewithal he had left, Sanji decided that it suited Zoro more than it did him. Maybe he'd try to convince the mosshead to take it for himself. A few kisses should be bribery enough. Fingertips dug beneath the bones just behind his ears, working until the ache dissipated, and Sanji felt his shoulders slump because God, that felt good.

He didn't know how long he sat there, drifting blissfully between sleep and Zoro's fingers scrubbing at his crown, gingerly detangling his hair, but if you had to ask him his answer would be not long enough. His eyes fluttered open when Zoro tapped his cheek, and he squinted at the light. "Wh—"

"Wake up, baby. Gotta rinse."

The pet name made something tucked inside his ribcage pull tight like a gasp, but Sanji just closed his eyes again. "Just a while longer..."

Zoro chuckled as Sanji's head lolled in his palm. "We should get you to bed."

"Noooooo." Was he whining? This was ridiculous. He really didn't care.

"You're a spoiled prince," Zoro said matter-of-factly.

"Your fault." Sanji discreetly cracked one eye open to gauge the swordsman's reaction and immediately closed it when he saw Zoro's expression, sucking in a hitched breath.

That was enough devotion in a glance to kill a man, and it tore through Sanji like a fucking bullet. Right through the ribs, in and out faster than he could stop it, so quick that he didn't even realise until his love was bleeding out of him, all over his hands, filling his mouth, colouring his teeth, honeyed at the back of his throat and finally he'd be able to see how much of it his heart held. He didn't mind. He didn't think he ever would, actually; he'd fill this bathtub with red if it meant that Zoro would see. If it meant that he would understand how every time he looked at Sanji like that it felt like he had Sanji's heart in his fist, his lungs in a vice, his goddamn life under his thumb.

Sanji had come to terms with it long ago. He put his soul in these battle-scarred hands every day and he trusted them to be gentle because he knew that they could, they would be, for him. Even now, Zoro took his weight easily, one palm at his nape and the other stopping suds from getting into his eyes and it meant far too much for something so simple, but that was just how it worked, wasn't it?

The cook swallowed hard, allowing himself one more moment before pushing up so Zoro wouldn't accidentally waterboard him. It would possibly be hilarious but he might also very possibly just die, considering how low his guard was. The thought made him laugh a little, strained with how his head was tipped back; he saw Zoro give him a weird look upside-down and decided that he was either more tired than he'd thought or he'd had more of the wine than he'd realised.

Zoro rinsed his hair quickly, but he was no less meticulous than he had been at the beginning. It was something that Sanji had refused to admit he admired at first, that single-minded intensity regarding the things Zoro cared about, and oh, wasn't that a thought? That he belonged within that distinction now. Sanji pulled his knees to his chest when the swordsman leaned over to grab the towel he had set out, scrunching the cook's hair dry as best he could and then dropping the fluffy white cloth over his head just to make him laugh.

The bottle of wine was relatively full when Sanji picked it up, holding it up to the light as Zoro dried his hair. "Guess I didn't finish it after all."

"Yeah, well." Zoro shrugged as he took it from him to put aside and tugged gently on a stray curl. "Nobody's gonna want it now that it has your spit in it."

Sanji scoffed. "You'd still drink it. You'd drink any booze."

"...Yeah, I would."

Zoro's eyes were a soft grey as he stood up. Sanji had a feeling that he could have left out the second part of that statement and the answer would still be the same.

He let Zoro pull him up out of the tub, wrap him in the towel and hold open the pair of briefs he'd left for him to step into. He held his arms up as Zoro pulled his soft sleep shirt over his head, brazen as if he didn't know full well the shirt was Zoro's to begin with. If it were any other time he might have protested against being helped to dress like a child— but for now he'd just refuse to admit that he enjoyed it, enjoyed being cared for, even in minute ways like this. Plausible deniability and all that.

Sanji didn't resist as the swordsman took his hand, leading him back to the men's quarters and tugging the covers up for him, patting them into place around his shoulders as he settled. The bed dipped by his hip where Zoro sat, and Sanji sighed as his damp bangs were brushed away from his face. Zoro liked seeing both his eyes, he'd noticed. Maybe he'd start wearing his hair back more often.

"Goodnight, cook," Zoro whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Sanji's temple.

Sanji's brain was full of cotton and sandalwood suds. He squeezed over underneath the blankets, cupping Zoro's face in his palms. "Stay."

The swordsman laughed under his breath. "Haven't showered."

Sanji considered letting him in anyway, but yep, nope, guess his brain wasn't that full of cotton. "Make it quick," he ordered, the effect broken by the massive yawn that interrupted his last word. Pulling Zoro down for a proper kiss was easier than breathing, the press of their lips just enough to wrap warmth over his skin like a blanket. "And use the soap from just now."

Zoro huffed at the words murmured against his mouth. "Spoiled."

"Your fault," Sanji yawned again, jabbing a finger into Zoro's chest before waving him away.

He heard his boyfriend's rumble of a laugh, smiled into his pillow as Zoro's acquiescence was brushed over his cheek, before the lamp was turned down and the door opened and shut. He'd been serious about Zoro being quick; they both slept better when they shared a bunk, and today had been more than enough of a shitshow for them to have earned a good night's rest.

Sanji snuggled down, fully intent on waiting.

He was asleep between one breath and the next.

(And if he woke briefly to curl closer when Zoro slid half-asleep into bed behind him, clean and warm and smelling of sandalwood, well. Neither of them would remember it in the morning.)

thank you for reading! part 2 where sanji takes care of zoro is already in the works, so keep your eyes peeled if you're interested :)

#wishing i was sanji rn #i'm telling you that man is fussy about his drinks but zoro knows his preference down to the last flavour note #that l.a.s. vino pirate blend is a real thing btw and it's absolutely delicious #zosan #zosan fanfic #one piece zosan #op zosan #zoro x sanji #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #sanji #one piece sanji #zoro #one piece zoro #one piece #ino writes #it has been SUCH a long day it's 3am again #but writing this was like a balm to my soul

[bluegalaxygirl]

The little Things headcanon (Zosan X reader)

Just some cute little things the three of you do togeather and how you interact with each other. Also threw in how the crew see's you three.

Zoro X sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship. Reader is GN

Warnings: Fluff, lots of Fluff.

^ During the day you'll sit in Zoro's lap while he naps outside either reading a book or drawing. His head on your shoulder and arm around you snoring away. Some times you fall asleep with him but not very often. He likes waking up to you and will most of the time protend to sleep in order for you to stay longer. You know he's doing it but are quite happy to just sit there

^ You and Sanji dance in the kitchen when no one is around. It can either be a slow dance, a tango or salsa while music plays in the background. Both of you are really good dancers togeather but Sanji will teach you if you don't know some moves letting his hands guide you.

^ You or Zoro will hug Sanji from behind while he cooks, some times getting spoon fed by the chef. It doesn't happen all the time only when you or Zoro want attention. Sanji loves these times and wishes they would happen more often but wont say anything

^ You and Zoro are Sanji's teats testers for any new dishes. He trusts you two to give your honest opinion and you both do although you say a lot more than Zoro does. He'll sometimes talk to you two about dish's he's thinking about and what to add to it.

^ You train with Zoro and when you manage to lift heavier weights will lift you up and hug you, your legs around his torso. he's so proud of you and loves helping you out when you need it. He'll pepper your face in kisses and tell you how strong you are, it motivates you to get better each time.

^ Sanji likes watching you two work out when he gets the chance, sitting to the side and praising the two of you form time to time. Such a supportive boyfriend.

^ You'll seek each other out if your in need of comfort. weather its a bad day or just feeling low you'll be there for each other, dropping what ever your doing to comfort each other with a hug and a kiss.

^ Once a week you and Sanji will were a face mask before bed, Zoro doesn't get it but doesn't complain since it makes the two of you happy. You'll try different ones form different places but your's favorite is Coffee.

^ If you have long hair Zoro will braid it or style it for you. he's surprisingly good at it too. He also will help sanji with his hair if needed and even bought him some nice hair clips. Sanji now uses them while he's cooking to hold his fringe out of his eye.

^ Zoro will carry Sanji to bed bridal style when he's tired form a day in the kitchen. The Cook some days don't get a sit down especially when Luffy wants to hold a feast. If Sanji is scheduled to wash the dishes after, then you and Zoro will help him.

^ All of you play fighting in bed, Zoro letting you and Sanji win most of the time, it's either pillow fights, tickle fights or Wrestling. Of cause you and Sanji team up to take him down, form time time you'll betray Sanji and pin him down too. The look on his face never gets old.

^ If theres a beach you three will spend some time on it togeather mainly at night, watching the waves, stars and moon. Sanji loves Romantic walks on the beach but gets scared to ask, You or Zoro have to be the one to offer it instead. You both know what he wants he's just embarrassed to say it.

^ Zoro holding Sanji's and your's pinkie when off the ship. He's not one for showing affection when away form the crew and even though he wants to be with you two he doesn't want people looking at you three. your bounties bring enough attention to you all already.

^ Sanji massaging Zoro's back and in turn Zoro massaging Sanji's legs. If your sore form a work out they will offer to help of cause. You want to help them too much aren't too good at it, Sanji ends up showing you how to do it, Zoro enjoyed that a lot.

^ If you all get separated in a fight there isn't too much worry, of cause you guys think about each other but your more focused on the battle and know your all strong enough to win.

^ Reuniting after a battle always ends up with Sanji crushing the two of you in his hug. you don't mind though but it tends to start a row between Sanji and Zoro. They make up after though.

-------What the crew thinks of your relationship

^ Luffy loves you three, your part of his crew and seeing his crew get along makes him very happy. You three never bother him with the displays of affection you show each other no matter how intense it gets. He honestly tends not notice, he knows you three are togeather and love each other very much and its normal for couples or throuples to kiss and such

^ Usopp is glad his friends are togeather and happy but gets very embarrassed when ever he see's any kind of affection going on, even hand holding. He always feels like he's intruding or seeing something he should be. He's getting better over time but still has his moments.

^ Nami secretly ships it, she's done so for a very long time but wont admit it to anyone. She was so glad when you three got togeather but she didn't realize how much you guys love each other. At first she was embarrassed when you guys made out but now she doesn't care. She is also your hype woman threw and threw.

^ Robin loves your relationship, she doesn't mind seeing you three togeather in any way (Well, almost anyway ;) ), she's there to talk if any of you three need advice on something even if its very personal. She will compliment you three on your relationship often making all of you blush.

^ Chopper didn't understand at first, he thought only two people could be in a relationship not three but after talking to you three about it he understood and was happy for you three. He gets sky when seeing you all togeather hugging or kissing but doesn't say anything.

^ Franky hypes you guys up no end. if he finds you making out he will cheer you guys on. You all just ignore him now but that doesn't stop him form cheering. He'll ask a lot of questions about your relationship pretending he wants to know for educational purposes but in fact he just wants as many juicy details as you three will give him

^ Brook honestly doesn't care, he's seen many relationships in his years of living and years of not living so you three dont bother him at all with the way you act. He's happy for you three and as long as it doesn't hurt the crew in anyway way he won't stop you three form doing anything. If he ends up accidentally walking in on you three he will politely excuse himself before leaving.

#one piece #zoro x reader #polly relationship #sanji x reader #sanji x zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro x sanji #one piece headcanons #zoro x sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #zosan x reader #zosan #one piece zosan

[goddessofroyalty]

Fandom: One Piece 

Pairing: Zoro/Sanji 

Tags: omegaverse, discussed-future-mpreg 

Someone shared a bit of non-omegaverse art in the ZoSan server of Zoro showering affection on Sanji’s stomach and it inspired me to write them talking about their future child in a verse where they agreed no pups until after they and Luffy achieve their dreams.

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Sanji lets out a huff as Zoro lays his head down against his stomach, one of the swordsman’s callused hands resting against what might one day become the peak of it as the other supports Sanji’s back as he enjoys his cigarette, blowing a puff of smoke out over the alpha’s head. The break in Sanji’s heat is nice even if they both know it will only last for a moment.  

“There isn’t anything in there moss,” Sanji says as Zoro’s thumb tickles against his skin. The necessary steps have been taken to ensure that for all their fucking no pup will result from this heat.  

“I know,” Zoro grunts, twisting his head and pressing a kiss against Sanji’s hip bone.  

“Once Luffy’s the Pirate King and I’m the world’s greatest swordsman and we’re living on your ocean,” Zoro continues, trailing kisses along Sanji’s hips as he recites the dreams they swore to achieve. “You’ll give me pups then right?”  

“I didn’t realise we agreed to pups plural?” Sanji jokes, more to try and keep himself from giving into the fantasy of it.  

“You know I could never be satisfied with just one. Not when it’s with you.” Zoro says, resting his forehead directly onto Sanji’s stomach, leaving him looking almost as if he’s praying over it. “You’ll even let some get my green hair right? And they’ll all get your eyebrows.” 

Sanji doesn’t know the last time he heard Zoro that excited. It reminds him of the headstrong alpha second in command on the pirate crew he decided to throw his lot into who had matured into his steadfast mate.  

“Maybe if you’re lucky.” Sanji hopes they do inherit the alpha’s hair. Oh he’ll bitch about it when it happens. Can’t let the mosshead’s ego get too large. But he now can’t think about his future children without at least one of them having coarse green hair and a stubborn attitude.  

Zoro grins up at him.  

“You will,” Zoro says, ducking his head back down to press a kiss against Sanji’s stomach, his hands grabbing at the omega’s hips. “You’re gonna’ look so fucking hot while you’re growing them as well.”  

Sanji does laugh at that.  

“I’m going to look like a waddling land-whale.” He doesn’t have the delicate curves of a lady which are only accentuated by pregnancy. Lacks their soft plump skin that glows with the life they are carrying.  

Zoro snorts at that.  

“You will not,” he says with a nip at Sanji’s hip. “You are going to look so good. So strong. Fuck I don’t know how I’m gonna’ keep my hands off you. All full with my pup. Hell I’ll fuck another one into you before you’re even finished growing the first.”  

“That’s-“ Impossible. And the idea of having pregnancies that overlap giving his body no time without one of Zoro’s children growing in him should be almost repulsive. Sanji is going to blame his heat for the fact he finds it weirdly insanely hot.  

“You’ll be great with them,” Zoro continues, uncaring of Sanji’s broken-off attempt at interruption. One of his hands coming up to grope at Sanji’s chest. “Gonna’ be feeding them from the moment they’re born. They won’t know shit food until they move out to take the world for themselves.”  

Of course they will. No matter what they decide their dream to be their children are bound to achieve it. Will have grown up learning from the best in so many fields. Never once doubting on their parents support for them.  

“Moss-“ Sanji says, running a hand through Zoro’s hair. He can feel his heat stir back to life under his skin and he’s pretty sure it’s affecting the alpha too. 

“Shit. I’m going to fuck you so good. Fill you with knot and my pups. Our strong healthy pups,” Zoro continues to babble.  

Strong pups that will be trained by the world’s greatest swordsman and fed on the abundance of fish in the All Blue. Who will never know real hunger and know that love and care is as important as training at being your best. Will learn to cook at Sanji’s side and take afternoon naps with Zoro.  

“Fuck – I need you to shut up now,” Sanji says, his grip on Zoro’s hair tugging the alpha up off him.  

Zoro gives a questioning hum like he isn’t aware of what he’s fucking doing.  

Sanji pulls him up by the hair for a kiss before he can open his stupid mouth again.  

“You need to shut the fuck up and fuck me,” Sanji orders. Because if the bastard keeps going Sanji might not be able to stay strong on their agreement that they weren’t going to have pups until all their dreams were achieved.  

Zoro grins at him like he knows but his hands grab at Sanji’s thighs as he does as he’s commanded.  

#One Piece #ZoSan #roronoa zoro #zoro x sanji #vinsmoke sanji #blackleg sanji #omegaverse #One Piece omegaverse #mpreg #One Piece mpreg #black leg sanji #I accidenly a ficlet

[fishontumble]

Kinktober 2023 | Day 1 Macro/Micro ZoSan

Warnings: Smut, macro/micro, dom Zoro, sub Sanji, whiny Sanji, pet name (my little prince), SEX ‼️, 18+ mdni, not proofread teehee

Summary: Sanji wakes up one inch tall and Zoro takes good care of him.

Quite literally an inch tall, Sanji found himself in a predicament. He couldn’t have eaten anything weird that would have turned him this small, so it must have been something else. However, he couldn’t shake the thought that he had accidentally put a weird ingredient in last night’s dinner. He frantically ran to the door that led out of the library, where he had fallen asleep the night before reading a book.

“How do I…” Sanji stared at the door knob that seemed miles away. He figured he could just kick it off and apologize later, but the knob began turning on it’s own.

“Cook! Breakfast!” The door swung open and Sanji barely managed to avoid getting smacked and crushed like a bug. Zoro stood there, scanning the library and even though he was the last person Sanji wanted to see in this predicament, he had no other choice.

His eye twitched out of annoyance as he yelled, “Zoro! Down here!”

The mosshead looked downwards and blinked twice. Instead of gasping in shock, Zoro had the audacity to choke out a bellowing laugh.

“Ugh! Just get me to the kitchen!” Sanji kicked Zoro’s boots and still laughing, Zoro grabbed Sanji and placed him on his shoulder. Even though he was embarrassed, Sanji was glad to see that it really wasn’t something from last night’s dinner, since Zoro seemed completely unaffected.

To make a long story short, everyone was still normal sized and Nami and Usopp made breakfast for everyone. Chopper offered to take a look at him, but Sanji felt completely fine. It was just a pain moving around the ship that was now a hundred times larger than what he was used to.

Brook humorously suggested, “Since it was Zoro-san who found Sanji-san, shouldn’t he be the one to take care of him until he goes back to normal?”

Zoro rolled his eye, “Why are you making it sound like I picked up a stray animal?” In the end, the crew decided that it would probably be easiest for them to stay together anyways, and that’s why both men were in the crow’s nest, Sanji watching Zoro train.

Sanji was pacing back and forth on the wooden planks, and although he was so tiny that he hardly made any noise, Zoro was getting agitated by Sanji’s restlessness. It was probably because Sanji wasn’t in the kitchen and unable to do much to ease his concerns.

Zoro put his weights on the ground and picked up Sanji.

Sanji punched Zoro’s hand and yelled, “Put me down! You stink!”

“Well, I am sweaty.”

“That’s not the point!”

Zoro sat down on the couch, but kept his fingers wrapped around Sanji’s body. Sanji finally gave up struggling and just put his head down. He grumbled, “This sucks. I’m stuck like this for who knows how long and now I’m in your stupid stinky hand. So, what do you want? To torment me?”

“Just want to take your edge off. No point in stressing about something that you can’t help.” Zoro held Sanji close to his face and placed a kiss on Sanji’s forehead. Sanji’s body tensed up, and then relaxed. When Zoro pulled his lips back and smirked at Sanji’s flustered demeanor.

Sanji finally relented. “Not fair. Let me kiss you too.”

“Yes sir,” Zoro chuckled, holding Sanji close to his face again. Sanji left a couple of fleeting kiss on Zoro’s lower lip.

“Tickles,” Zoro commented. He placed Sanji down onto his thigh and Sanji held onto Zoro’s thumb to kepe him from taking his hand away.

Zoro whispered “Relax, I’m not going anywhere.” He pressed his thumb gently against Sanji’s crotch, earning a groan from him. He began a slow pace, rubbing up and down Sanji’s pants until Sanji was grinding too, trying to get more friction.

“Look at that, you’re getting off on my stinky hand.”

Through deep breaths, Sanji said, “Shut up.”

“Watch your mouth.” Zoro pressed down harder at this and Sanji arched his backed into Zoro’s palm. Now he was whimpering, quickly losing his composure.

He began humping Zoro’s leg more desperately now, trying to reach his edge and although he wasn’t saying it, the stench of Zoro’s sweat was getting him much closer than he’d like to admit.

Zoro realized what Sanji was trying to do and quickly released Sanji from his grasp. Sanji’s knees were already weak so he fell when Zoro let go. Instead of being bothered by that though, he whined, “Why…? I was almost there!”

Zoro held his hand behind Sanji’s back so Sanji could lean backwards.

“You’re wearing the only set of clothes available in your mini size right now. Shouldn’t ruin them.”

Sanji rolled his eyes. Zoro had a point, but he was always on point about the most random things during these moments of intimacy. Frustrated, Sanji stood up and undid his suit. His precum was bearing through his underwear and Zoro didn’t miss it. Getting embarrassed all over again, Sanji slowed down but Zoro didn’t let that slide. He pulled Sanji’s underwear down for him, and it was almost cute seeing Sanji’s hard cock spring out.

Sanji yelped at the sudden movement but Zoro started grinding his thumb against Sanji’s cock before Sanji could react. Feeling Zoro’s bare skin against his own worked him right back up again. He bit his lip but the whimpers kept coming out involuntarily anyway.

“So adorable. My little prince.”

Sanji flushed at the pet name, and started grinding harder against Zoro. He began panting and his muscles were tensing up.

Feeling the slight twitches, Zoro asked, “Close?”

“Mm..” Sanji groaned, more focused on his dick than his answer.

“Use your words, or else I’ll stop.” He forcefully slowed down his pacing.

Sanji’s eyes shot up to Zoro’s and he begged, “Don’t! I’m close! I’m really close. Please don’t stop. I need this. So close!” His eyebrows were furrowed and tears were forming. His sweaty bangs stuck to his forehead and his hands that held onto Zoro’s thumb trembled at the thought of Zoro’s stopping.

Zoro nodded in approval and sped up, more than before. Sanji always did get so submissive for him with just a little push.

White ropes shot from Sanji’s reddened tip, getting onto Zoro’s hand. He let out a loud groan, throwing his head back, resting it on Zoro’s index finger. He kept grinding to ride it out, and Zoro let him.

After a few seconds, he slowed to a stop and was panting. Giving him a minute to rest, Zoro laid him down on his thigh. Through hazy eyes Sanji watched Zoro lick the cum off his thumb.

Now with both hands free, Zoro began unzipping his own pants and let his own cock free from his underwear.

“You’ll help me too, right? My little prince?”

#kinktober2023 #one piece smut #zosan fanfic #zosan smut #sanji smut #zoro smut

[wholecakes]

Zosan is something so special but even more special when it’s t4t. Zoro who has been sure of his identity ever since he was a little kid and sanji whose egg has been forcefully cracked with a sledgehammer in her early 20’s. Sanji who struggles deciding on how to present during fem days vs Zoro who has been wearing the same clothes for the last week.

Sanji who has been disconnected from her femininity nearly all of her life, shoving herself into awkwardly fitting suits since she was a little kid, her desire to be the perfect gentleman overshadowing her true identity.

Zoro who decided he’s a man and stuck with it ever since he was little. Zoro who knows himself better than anyone and is sure of it.

it’s such a harsh contrast. Sanji almost feels bested by the swordsman in this gender debacle. how has that grass brained idiot been so sure of himself for years while she needs to smoke 3 cigarettes at the mere thought of wearing a dress?

Sanji wishes deep down to ask him: “how did you know?” “when did you know?” “was it easy?” (She knows that one is rhetorical). And yet sanji cant ask him. At least not while she’s dicing an assortment of fruit for her lovely Nami and Robin and working on her 8th cigarette of the hour.

It’s not like Zoro’s the only other person on the ship who is similar to her. Robin’s been lovely, actually. Robin has always been incredibly knowing and insightful, as always. She’s been amazing, Sanji can’t appreciate her enough. She always knew the right words to pick. Sanji sleeping in the girls quarters allowed her to become closer to Robin through simple conversation and sweet smiles alone. Sanji can’t thank her enough for each chat they’d have over a cup of coffee. Robin had always been safe for Sanji to chat to. An observant woman who could read a person just like she did her books.

So just why did Sanji want to ask the moss-brained idiot about his experience with his identity? It’s not like he’s got some long story to tell, Zoro’s not the kind of guy to drone on and tell some deep story about his self-realization over a candlelit dinner. Zoro is Zoro, simple and straight to the point. A sharp edge that hardly falters. He’s simple-minded. A simple-minded moron. A simple-minded moron that picks fights with Sanji every chance he gets. A simple-minded moron that doesn’t have anything good to say. Sanji’s not delusional.

It’s only when in the kitchen with that same moron, Sanji realizes that she might be delusional.

It goes as any other night. Crew asleep, Sanji staying up a little later than usual to prep for tomorrow’s meals, careful hands massaging marinade into raw meat, and Zoro waltzes into the kitchen like he fucking owns it. Insomnia can make a man so cocky. Swords clanking against each other and the thump of his boots against the wood announcing his presence.

“Out. You’re not getting any booze, shitty moss.” Sanji says, simple and straightforward.

Zoro scoffs. He takes a seat at the dining table. Sanji can feel the swordsman’s eyes on her. “I didn’t come here just for booze, shit cook.”

“What else could you have come for? I don’t see you looking to handle tomorrow’s lunch.” Sanji replies, rinsing her hands clean and storing the marinated cuts in the fridge. The spices tickle her senses.

Zoro doesn’t reply. Great. Sanji would have to play a guessing game with an overgrown moss in the odd hours of the night. Unable to kick or scream at him because she can’t risk waking up her sweet Nami or Robin. She dries her hands and turns to look at him. Did he come here with the sole purpose to piss her off? She wouldn’t put that behind him. The air is oddly thick. She takes a drag of the cigarette she’s been working on before making her way to the counter and stubbing it out on the ashtray there.

“Whatever you want, spit it out or go.” Sanji tells him, not having time for any bullshit. “Or I’m going to sleep.”

Zoro’s permanent scowl turns into something confused. Tilting his head inquisitively, almost like a dog. Sanji takes the thought of Zoro being similar to a confused puppy and crushes it with the sole of her shoes. She can’t have that now. Stupid moss. Stupid puppy-dog moss. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“I wanted to say,” Zoro begins. Seeming to actually think about his choice of words. It’s something Sanji’s never seen before. Shocked that his brain works for anything other than swords and alcohol. “Congrats. On. Your. Finding yourself.” Zoro finishes.

The eye contact made after that is, for lack of a better term, terrifying to Sanji.

"Thanks." Is all Sanji can manage before retreating to the women's quarters for the night before Zoro can say anything else.

It makes her feel warm.

#one piece #zosan #sanzo #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #nico robin #op #zs #headcanon #zoro x sanji #zosan headcanons #op zosan #one piece zosan #sanji x zoro #my first thing here blegehf please dont kill me with hammers! please! please~! #i loveee trans love #i wanna think about zoros relationship w his gender more but writing zoro is so scary like i justaoiujofidshBruh.. #please dont kill me with hammers #t4t zosan is so lovely to me i wish i could give them more justice but this is all i got...

[silentsamlikesham]

I had to write more of this...they're just so adorable!! Bickering fools and birthday tickles ✨️

Sanji introduces Zoro to the concept of Birthday tickles- Around 2k words

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“Fuck off, Curley.” Zoro growls, his hand going to his hilt as he takes a step back.

“No can do, Marimo.” Sanji is grinning, stalking forward with his hands resting in his pockets, doing his best to look nonchalant. 

“This is fucking stupid.” Zoro insists, flicking one of his swords up in anticipation.

“I told you, Mosshead. It’s tradition.”

Sanji is laughing now as he lunges forward, legs and swords hitting off one another as Sanji tries to wear him out, putting him completely on the defensive as Zoro’s hackles raise and he becomes hyper aware of where every limb belonging to the Cook is. For once, not just fearing his legs.

“Bullshit. I’ve never heard of this.” Zoro does his best not to whine, but even he can hear how desperate he sounds trying to make his point.

“What’s wrong, Mossy? Scared?” Sanji chuckles, getting an upper hand when Zoro surprises himself by hitting his back off the mast. 

He’s usually more in tune with his surroundings but thinking of last time makes Zoro feel uneasy. He can feel the hair on his arms standing upright as he panics and tries to block the kick that Sanji is lining up for.

The chef fakes it though, switching legs at the last moment and instead kicks Zoro’s wrist, forcing him to drop one of his Katanas. He’d only drawn two, so he tries to swing the other, but Sanji is expecting it and surprises the swordsman again by falling backwards into a bridge and kicking his leg upwards, knocking the other away.

If Zoro had been more focused, if he was more used to Sanji trying to disarm him, rather than pummel him, maybe he would have stood a chance. Instead, the blonde kicks Zoro’s legs out and Zoro falls back against the mast, half sitting up against it. He lets out a groan as he feels a pain blossoming from the back of his head. It’s not a bad bang, it wasn’t even enough to rattle his teeth, but the pain distracts him enough that Sanji lands on his lap, sitting up on his knees.

The smirk that rests on the idiot’s face is primal, a predator that’s just caught himself a snack.

“Happy Birthday, Marimo.” Sanji grins as his fingertips reach forward to drum on the side of Zoro’s ribs.

The green haired man flinches, laughing as he remembers what it felt like before, that electrifying current that can light up the nerves inside him.

“Aw, c’mon now Mossy, I haven’t even touched you yet.” Sanji teases, wiggling his hands so close that Zoro can feel it on the fabric of his shirt. But he’s right, the fucker isn’t even pressing into his skin yet.

Zoro can’t help it though. As a fighter he knows what to expect, always prepares for it. He knows how it’s going to feel, and the anticipation is dragging that panicked feeling from him, devolving into chuckles pushing past his pursed lips. 

“Fu-fuck off, dart-brows.” Zoro seethes, glaring at Sanji like he’s deciding the best way to slice the fucker to pieces.

“I told you; birthday boys get birthday tickles.” Sanji uses this moment to put his logic into reality as he digs into the swordsman’s ribs, scratching down along them before dipping his grip into Zoro’s sides, enjoying how the chuckles quickly turn to loud barks of laughter. 

“You’re twenty, right? Now I seem to have forgotten, should I count that as twenty spots to tickle or twenty minutes of tickling?” 

Zoro’s eyes, which had shut from the force of his laughter, open wide at the words.

“I will kill you before then.” Zoro manages to get the threat out in one breath, briefly composing himself as Sanji pauses for the answer.

“Is that so?” Sanji raises a brow in question, not looking too impressed or worried. 

In retaliation to the threat, Sanji squeezes his hips hard, digging his knuckles against bone and then into the soft dips. Zoro cries out as his hips thrash left to right, trying to dislodge the grip. 

Sanji leans forward then, his knees pushing against Zoro’s sides as his hands move upwards, trapping themselves beneath Zoro’s arms, his fingers brushing up from Zoro’s elbows to his armpits. The sensation feels like lightning on his skin, tickling everywhere Sanji touches and spiralling outwards across untouched skin in unexpected, jagged pulses.

Zoro’s laughter turns to softer giggles, his brain fighting against the urge to grab one of Sanji’s wrists and snap it. 

The blonde lets his head rest beside Zoro’s, leaning into his left ear. 

“You know, Marimo. I haven’t pinned your arms in the slightest. Yet, you haven’t moved them much.”

Zoro scrunches up his shoulders as the words tickle the inside of his ear, the feeling licking down his lobe and reaching behind his ear and down his neck. 

He can feel himself going red from the comment. He did not want to explain that he actually cared about hurting the Cook’s hands, and didn’t trust his own strength when he was acting outside of his own control right now. It wasn’t like he could control the laughter or the blush staining any inch of skin the ero-cook touched. How was he meant to trust himself to bat away a hand without shattering it in the process? 

That’s it, Zoro decides. He’s keeping his nakama safe…that’s the only reason he finds himself at the mercy of the Cook without trying to stop him…right-

“Blushing, Mosshead? I suppose it is close enough to Christmas to start decorating the ship in red and green.” Sanji drives the words home by moving one of his hands up to Zoro’s neck, ticking the right side of his neck as Zoro shakes his head, diving it towards his shoulder to try sandwich the wiggling fingers.

Instead, the block traps Sanji’s hand there without stopping the fingers, his laughter turning to giggles as the cook drums his fingers against the soft skin, running his fingers from jaw to collarbone. 

“Y-yo-haha-you nee-eehehe-need to shu-hahah-shut up.” Zoro kicks his legs, the weight of Sanji resting just above his knees leaves them useless.

“What? You don’t think I’m funny, Moss Head?” Sanji retracts his hands from Zoro, reaching behind instead to goose Zoro’s knees.

The next laugh that comes from Zoro’s lips sounds more like a wheeze as all the muscles in his legs seize up. Despite earlier reservations, he tries to grab at Sanji’s hands in a panic, but his efforts to grab Sanji’s wrists are in vain as the dick uses his body as a shield. 

“You seem to be laughing plenty at my jokes.” 

Zoro can feel his eyes wetting as fingers wiggle their way under his knees, tickling into the dip as the swordsman begin to beg.

“St-aphahaha-stop.” His chest is heaving now, his arms falling away from their retaliation attempt as he feels his limbs turning to jelly.

“Let’s see.” Sanji is drawling now, his words as slow as the fingers that have taken to gently tracing circles around his knees. “Ribs, sides, hips, armpits, elbows, biceps, neck, ears, kneecaps and underneath.”

Zoro withers beneath the words as Sanji reminds him of all the places he’s touched.

“That only sounds like ten to me, Moss. Only half-way there. Is there anywhere you aren’t ticklish?” 

He leans forward as he asks, pressing their chests together as Zoro glares up at him, not trusting the change of position. He was right to be suspicious as Sanji only raises from Zoro’s legs to reach his hands under himself and curl his fingers into the inside of Zoro’s thighs.

Zoro is nearly certain he’s never been tickled there before, but apparently, he is incredibly ticklish there as his laughter goes silent. He slumps back against the mast, yielding to it’s support as his muscles fail him, his arms even more useless than before.

Sanji is laughing as hard as the other, taken aback by the reaction as Zoro flails beneath him. He’s beaming at the discovery, digging his fingers in harshly before he lightly traces across the curve of the muscle.

It surpasses any other spot in terms of the panic that it sets in Zoro’s chest. This is going to kill him. The mighty pirate hunter Roronoa Zoro killed by gentle hands that know just how to dance across his skin with their tantalizing precision. No wonder they're the Cook’s  treasure. 

“I suppose we could forgo the other nine places…I could just do this for nine minutes instead.”

The teasing is burning Zoro’s face, this close he can feel the heat of Sanji’s breath as he speaks. Zoro knows if he doesn’t do something in the next thirty seconds, he’ll implode.

Sanji makes the mistake of pausing again, maybe to see if Zoro will try to say anything back. Zoro uses the opportunity to push off the mast and wraps his arms high over Sanji’s chest, his arms looping around to catch the back of the Cook’s arms. He draws them close, forcing Sanji to draw his arms to his back, his hands pulled away from Zoro.

He tries to reach out to continue his assault, but his wrists are now pressed into the small of his own back. He can feel Zoro’s biceps and forearms tensing around him as he traps his arms completely. 

“Didn’t take you for a hugger.” Sanji grins, his tongue half sticking out as he takes in the panting Marimo, his face red and sweaty as he does his best to glower at Sanji. Of course, he looks adorably ridiculous considering the tears that are glistening in his eyes, the smile that is pulling at his lips despite his efforts to frown. Sanji can’t help but laugh despite being immobilised by the brute.

Probably not the best move to make.

“You think you’re so funny, eh?” Zoro gives up on scowling and instead grins. He settles his hands that have looped around Sanji’s waist and presses them flat against Sanji’s sides. 

The blonde freezes, his bravo diminishing as he tries to flex his arms free but finds arms of steel unwavering against him. 

“It’s not my birthday.” Sanji does his best to keep his voice level, trying to sound as composed as possible as he throws the excuse at the green idiot.

“Consider it my present.” Zoro hums, enjoying the shiver he can feel move along the Cook’s spine. “Nine minutes, was it?”

Sanji sputters to come up with a retort that would get him out of this, but Zoro isn’t listening.

Sanji’s laughter cackles across the deck as Zoro scrapes his nails across any place he can reach with his hands as limited as they are. The blonde tries a few more times to wiggle free, but it’s pointless. 

He ends up slumping forward after the second minute, his strength gone as all he has the energy for now is laughing. His head ends up resting on Zoro’s shoulder as the swordsman continues his promise of nine minutes.

Sanji turns his head into the crook of the other’s neck, his laughter now turned to giggles as Zoro slows his pace.

“What? Can’t handle a bit of tickling, Cook? And just on your sides?”

Fuck.

Teasing did make it a hundred times worse, Sanji notes. He tries to speak some sort of reply but just ends up letting out raspy breaths instead.

He feels Zoro pause for half a second, his shoulder jumping beneath Sanji as the blonde cracks his eyes open from being twisted shut and notices a fresh blush on Zoro’s neck…Sanji laughs then, realising how open Zoro has left himself. 

“Oi, ma-mahah-Marimo. Happy Bi-rahah-birthday.” Sanji sucks in a deep breath before he pushes his face into the crook the Zoro’s neck, his lips land with an honest squeal from Zoro. Sanji blows a raspberry into the sensitive spot, the hands on him tightening and forcing him to laugh before he means to. It seems the laughter is just as ticklish against Zoro’s skin though and the swordsman frees Sanji from his hold to try pry the blonde off his neck.

They end up wrestling around the mast, both of them getting in jabs as their laughter mixes together. They stop when Sanji almost hurles himself face first into the mast, only being saved from a broken nose by Zoro grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling him away from it. 

They lie on their backs then, the ship rocking gently beneath them. The laughter has faded and now they softly pant, trying to find their breath. They eventually look at one another, both glaring initially before laughing again.

“When’s your birthday, again?” Zoro taunts, sitting up and supporting himself with a hand.

“I’ll never fucking tell you.” Sanji laughs at the scowl it brings to Zoro’s face.

“I’ll find out.”

“No, you won’t. Mosshead.”

“Eh? You think I’m so dumb I can’t, Ero-cook?”

“I never said that, but considering you’ve moss for a brain, it’s likely that’s true.”

The deck fills with the sound of another scuffle, more laughter and roars as the pair get fired up again.

#one piece #one piece zosan #roronoa zoro #sanji #zosan #fanfic #vinsmoke sanji #zoro #zoro x sanji #zosan fanfic #zosan tickle #tickle fic #tickle #ticklish Zoro #ticklish Sanji #birthday tickles

[swirlymarimo]

40 year old Zosan "messing around" in Sanji's office

Zoro: *chuckling* What's the matter beautiful? Don't you like it?

Sanji: *laughing hysterically* NO WAY! GET OFF OF ME!

Zoro: *continues tickling his sides* You sure sound like you like it.

Sanji: *laughing harder* PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!

Zoro: Anything?

Sanji: *weezing* ANYTHING!

Zoro: *kissing his neck* I want you to take the night off and stay with me.

Sanji: *crying laughing* OKAY JUST STOP!

Zoro: *stops tickling* A deals a deal. Just a warning I'm not gonna let you get even a minute of sleep.

Sanji: Filthy swordsman.

Zoro: You like it when I'm filthy.

Sanji: How the hell do you know?

Zoro: You're pretty vocal sexy cook. The louder you are the more I know you like it.

Sanji: We'll see about that. I'll take a vow of silence.

Zoro: No way honey, I know exactly which of your buttons to push. *bites his neck*

Sanji: *involuntary moan*

Zoro: See?

Sanji: Cheap trick.

Zoro: If you say so.

#zosan #zoro x sanji #zoro and sanji #zosan script #not incorrect quotes #original zosan script #married zosan #40 year old zosan #sanji opened his own restaurant #zoro is a pain in the butt #sanji loves him anyway #my post #old zosan #zosan being a cute old married couple #the restaurant staff thinks they're adorable #suggestive #they're so in love its almost gross

[romanxeisdeadbutimnot]

Zosan // was supposed to be a nsfw drabble but I haven't written that far here (I forgor)

Puppydog Zoro (zoro with puppy ears and tail) that likes to roughhouse, epescially with his owner (Sanji). Some may think Zoro hates him, but they get along so well and Zoro loves Sanji.

When Zoro behaves, Sanji one night decides to reward him. Zoro is laying down in his little bed when Sanji asks Zoro to stand up. Zoro is curious, and stands up. He's a bit taller than Sanji, but obeys willingly to the shorter man.

"Hm? What is it?"

Sanji raises a hand and ruffles Zoro's hair, who's tail wags joyfully.

"You've been such a good boy for me lately. Do you want a treat?" Sanji smiles softly, watching the joyful look on Zoro's face.

"Yes! Yes, I want a treat!" Zoro's tail was wagging, almost bouncing on his feet. He was so excited to have Sanji's affection, and there came a low chuckle from him.

"Very good boy, I'll give you a treat~!"

With that statement, Sanji nuzzled his face into Zoro's neck, who let out a surprised whine. His face turned red as he felt the stubble on Sanji's face tickle his skin.

Out of instinct, Zoro hugged Sanji, his big arms wrapping around him easily. Zoro was still expecting some sort of treat, but this intimacy was nice.

When Sanji pulled back, Zoro was so excited to get his treat and-

He kissed him. Sanji pressed his lips against Zoros, and he swore his heart jumped. His owner's lips on his, the passion that quickly rose as Zoro hungrily kissed back.

#one piece #one piece anime #zosan #vinsmoke sanji #roronoa zoro #sanji #zoro x sanji #minors dni #zoro #ngl i forgot ahout this fic #im probabky not gonna keep writing this specific ome #but yeee

[greyskyflowers]

Sanji getting a nosebleed because of Zoro is honestly one of my favorite and most in character things to see in Zosan fics.

I just think it's hilarious to think of Sanji suddenly getting a super intense nosebleed and Zoro's looking around for the woman who caused it and it's him.

Zoro is nothing like Sanji likes.

He's not beautiful or elegant. His features are sharp instead of soft and so is his body. Although... even with as muscular as he is, there's a small amount of give to his body. Places where he's a little softer than you'd think with the way he looks. And okay... sure. Those areas include his chest and hips but still not anywhere even remotely close to the same thing as a woman.

Point is Zoro isn't soft, and soft is Sanji's type

Zoro is very obviously strong with broad shoulders, huge arms, defined chest, etc.

Sanji is strong too but in quieter ways. He doesn't walk around half naked like Zoro has a habit of doing. His legs could probably match Zoro's arms though, even though they remain covered most of the time.

Zoro can manhandle him and pin him down but Sanji could do the same to him.

And it would start small. A little itch in his nose like the start of a sneeze one day while Zoro works out on deck. He's glowing with sea and sweat and there's so much tan skin on display. The tickle making Sanji snap back to himself and realize he's lingering, the tray holding the ladies snacks clenched tight in his hands.

Then a weird tingle that makes him wondering if he's getting a cold when he catches Zoro licking grease off his fingers like a barbarian after a village makes them a feast in gratitude. ohmygodmarimo havesomemanners. A smile on his face as he brings up a bottle and wraps shiney lips around the rim and tilts his head back.

The final clue is getting thrown into each other during a fight, Zoro landing in the cradle of Sanji's legs with his back pressed against his chest. He's heavy but not as much as you would think and he's warm where Sanji had grabbed him to help balance them both when they landed. Their skin sticks together with blood and sweat in the spots where their clothes have ripped and Sanji can almost blame the blood on his upper lip from the fight.

Almost.

Zoro rolling his hips against his briefly to push himself up to run off fighting again and okay. Apparently he needs to have a talk with himself later because oh.

And once he starts thinking about it, he realizes the Zoro might be more this type than he wanted to admit.

Zoro isn't soft like he usually likes but he has moments of softness.

Moments where dinner wakes him up from a nap or he gets up for breakfast and he stumbles in slow blinking at everyone like a cat while he tries to rub the sleep from his eyes.

When he lets Chopper cling to him or village kids put flowers in his hair because they think his hair looks like grass.

When he's resting after a battle, all bandaged up with his face relaxed and looking his age for once.

Times where he smiles or blushes and the word cute could potentially be used to describe it.

Adventures where they all have to be pressed together for some reason and Zoro actually fits against his side really nicely.

It would take a while to come to complete terms with, especially with the image Sanji has of himself. Several nights where he'd lay in bed and try to work through it in his head but he'd get there.

And he can't ever imagine prancing around Zoro like he would a beautiful lady but he'd try to spoil him.

Sanji's love language would be exactly that, acts of service and quality time.

Zoro doesn't ask for much, he's very low maintenance, but that would just make Sanji want to spoil him more.

#ive been on a soft bottom zoro kick #id say sorry but im not #one piece #zosan #sanzo #zoro #sanji #zoro x sanji #sanji x zoro #mugiwara crew #strawhat pirates #straw hat pirates #setting sail with greyskyflowers

[remesy]

Title: Karma (Chapter 8)

Pairing: ZoSan

Summary: In Roronoa Zoro’s life, all he had known was to be an assassin, to kill without any human emotions. In one of his usual missions, he was tracked and taken down by two people. When he wakes up, he finds himself inside the home of a shitty blond cook, who helps him be a human once more by teaching him how to love.

Rated M

Preview

"Oi," Sanji said out of surprise, without resisting the firm grip Zoro had on his waist; his body pressed up against the muscular form before him. They were close enough for Sanji's smokey breath to tickle his nose.

The world around them had dissipated. The voices of the people, their footsteps, the cars rolling by with their loud engines and horns, and the city itself all muffled into the background scene; a camera lens that focused on one thing and the rest a blur, was what happened to Zoro as he found himself looking at Sanji. Their morning conversation flicking in and out of his mind, reminding him that he could touch the blond like this as they had already confirmed their feelings to one another.

I like him, a dangerous thought entered the cavern of his mind.

I may even love him, the thought escalated.

When's the last time I'd ever been so happy? Have I ever been happy at all before meeting him?

He didn't know what he wanted. Whether he wanted to bring down the organization or even find the ones who were trying to kill him. He didn't really care for vengeance. All he knew was that he wanted this.

Links: Fanfiction/Archive

#zosan #zoro #sanji #one piece #roronoa zoro #sanji vinsmoke #anime #fanfiction #karma #one piece fanfiction #luffy #law #trafalgar law #monkey d. luffy #Nico Robin #robin #aokiji #smut #angst

[slaughterchichi]

Letting It Go By The Chichi Slaughter House Warnings: ZoroxSanji, blatant daddy kink, soft BDSM, self-indulgent as all hell, bondage (handcuffs), tickling, omorashi. We’re ramping it up, lads! Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda. I just play in his sandbox and drop my kinks all over the damn place. Rating: NC-17 Okay so an anon asked me what kinks I hadn’t written for ZoSan yet and then asked me to write the one I was putting off. Anon, you had no idea what you were asking for but thank you for believing in me. I hope you don’t hate this (lol). Now, for context… This idea has been bugging me for about two months. It originally came to mind while I was writing The Blizzard but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do a sequel to begin with, let alone dive into this. If you’ve read that, you probably know the moment the idea came to me. As time passed on, I felt less and less like it was a good idea to write it since that oneshot is very vanilla and cute. But I guess here you go; Daddy Kink is as good a place as any for it! Day 2 of my birthday week celebration. Not applying those tags to this fic though. And yes, the title for this part is a reference to Frozen. Bite me. It’s not like I haven’t referenced animation before *laughs*

After having embarrassed Zoro with his dirty talk, Sanji was feeling a bit nervous about bringing anything else up. 

#fanfiction #my fanfiction #anime #one piece #zosan #otp #daddy kink collection #tcsh birthday week 2019