soul's fics - series: zosanzo
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Sanji treks into the biggest stall, pulling Zoro in beside him by his arm—gentle enough not to hurt, but urgent enough to get his point across-because all Sanji can feel is a dull heat creeping its way through his entire body. He thinks Zoro locks the door behind them, because once Sanji gets pressed up against that door he doesn’t fly through it and onto the floor, so that has to mean the moss head did something, right?
Then, Zoro’s on him. The moss head is on him, around him, and all over him, and it’s more intoxicating than even the strongest of alcohol he could have drank at the bar. This is everything—Zoro is everything—and this entire situation fills Sanji’s senses with nothing else but Zoro, Zoro, Zoro.
There’s no questioning, no room for anything else but them.
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Sanji and Zoro having the time of their lives in a club. That's it.
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- Part 1 of soul's fics - series: zosanzo
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There’s a light knock on the galley door before it swings opens. He's expecting to come face to face with Brook; normally, he's walking about at this hour considering the fact that he doesn't need to sleep. Even Robin would be expected at this hour, but who walks in is rather surprising once Sanji truly recognizes it.
It's surprising because it's Zoro. Roronoa "Mosshead" Zoro, who is normally passed the fuck out at this time of evening.
Sanji doesn’t even notice it was one hundred percent Zoro walking in at first, drifting in and out of sleep with the washcloth in his hand until he nearly stumbles forward, caught from face planting into the galley counter by a strong hand holding him close. “Oi,” Zoro says, “Cook, you okay?”
“I’m fine, moss for brains,” Sanji says, continuing to run water over the plates.
“You don’t look fine,” Zoro says, "Are you a hundred percent sure you're golden?" He’s in the process of bringing his hand up to Sanji’s forehead when Sanji flinches, grabbing Zoro by the wrist.
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How Sanji sees Zoro. Let's see how this goes.
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- Part 1 of you, through my eyes
- Part 2 of soul's fics - series: zosanzo
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It's mere minutes; the question takes Sanji mere minutes to ask, but embarrasses him all the same. "Do you want me to wash your hair?" slips from his mouth so easily, so comfortably, and really Sanji is glad Zoro can't see the blush creep up on to his face. He knows the moss head would be making fun of him for it, not out of malice but out of love.
"Sure," he replies, "If you'd like to."
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Sanji dotes on Zoro in the bath.
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- Part 3 of soul's fics - series: zosanzo
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It was an accident really. Out of everyone to find out, Zoro was sure that the cook wouldn’t ever, but life takes a turn and questions get asked that need explaining and sometimes you can’t guide a blade on your own body and need help with it so you don’t maim yourself unintentionally. Sometimes, a shitty cook comes to give you rice balls for dinner late one night and finds you with the spine of a small dagger pressed lightly into your forearm, panting and wanting, and he wonders what you’re doing in the least judgmental way possible.
Sometimes, when he asks you what you’re interested in and you tell him, he offers to help you out even though he’s not too sure if he’s going to be any good at it.
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The swordsman likes the feel of blades. Who would have thought?Series
- Part 4 of soul's fics - series: zosanzo
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“Fuck,” Sanji says, “Fuck. Marimo, I want you.“ Their hands reach for Zoro’s side, carefully gripping his side. Sanji experiments with some dirty talk, unused to using it; normally, Zoro is the one whispering dirty nothings in their ear, causing their face to heat up, and Sanji isn’t normally used to being the one to do it. “You look so fucking sexy, marimo,” they continue, “Your pussy is so pretty.”
“Princess,” Zoro whines as he sinks down further on the dildo carefully, "You’ve got a filthy mouth." He leans forward, wrapping his arms around Sanji’s neck. He places a kiss on Sanji’s neck. "Who taught you how to talk like that?” Zoro teases, speaking lowly into their ear, “Hmm?”
or: Sanji, Zoro, a strap, and a good (but crazy) idea.
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- Part 5 of soul's fics - series: zosanzo
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"Fuck, cook," Zoro says, "You really-fuck-like it down there, don't you?" And Zoro knows he won't get a verbal response; Sanji was too busy licking at his core to answer him.
Like a shaken soda can, Zoro felt like he was about to explode and Sanji had been mouthing at the tab that was holding him together; he’s desperately trying to make Zoro come undone with just his mouth and Sanji might be winning in that regard. Sanji’s nose brushes up against the green curls growing at Zoro’s thighs, mouthing at the skin there and causing Zoro to squirm. The cook loved to tease just because he knew it drove Zoro mad with want and, with how fast his impending orgasm was coming on, Zoro hoped he wouldn’t this time around.
or: Sanji eats Zoro out.
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- Part 6 of soul's fics - series: zosanzo
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There’s the hazy, blissed out part of Zoro that loves this. He loves seeing the head of Sanji’s cock gliding in and out, loves feeling it on his skin. This part of him would give Sanji anything he wanted if they could just do this again. And then there’s the silly, annoyingly playful part of Zoro that wanted to tease the cook at any given moment. With every push Sanji makes, Zoro kitten licks the blond’s tip whenever it gets remotely close to his mouth. The cook had always been sensitive. It’s surprising, really, how sensitive and reactive his body is. And Zoro wasn’t about to waste any chances of overstimulating the perv cook.
“Fuck,” Sanji pants, still thrusting, “Fuck, fuck, fuck-“ He throws his head throws back, face scrunched up with pleasure from what Zoro had been doing. Sanji comes with Zoro still kitten licking the tip of his cock, coming all over Zoro’s face and chest.
or: Sanji, Zoro, and some good old fashioned breast fucking.
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- Part 7 of soul's fics - series: zosanzo
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Everything is silent and stuffy with tension so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Sanji sits in the passenger’s seat, looking out the window and hoping that he’d turn invisible. The sun sets and fills the sky with beautiful purples and pinks. Sanji pays more attention to the snowflakes that land on the window than he does to Zoro in the driver’s seat beside him.
They remind Sanji of a time where he and Zoro were close, where Zoro would drag him on to the roof and surprise him with a picnic—warm blankets, hot chocolate, and an inviting smile that would warm him when the sun couldn’t. It was chilly, sure, but the air around them was warm and Sanji would get so lost in the taste of Zoro’s lips that he’d miss the sunset, but it didn’t matter. He was wrapped up in Zoro, the love of his life, who’d gently push him down on the blanket and place light kisses on his neck-
or: Sanji and Zoro break up, but do they really?
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- Part 8 of soul's fics - series: zosanzo
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“Marimo, what are you doing?” Sanji asks, amused at the sigh before him. He watches as Zoro situates himself as best as he can so he can see the back of his head. It felt like watching an elaborate experiment with mirrors; mirror in one hand, scissors in another, and chunks of hair at the marimo’s feet.
“What does it look like, curly?” Zoro sighs sarcastically. He’s carding his hand carefully through his long locks, positioning the mirror where he could see the back of his head. Sanji has a feeling he knows what the green haired man was about to do; he was definitely about to snip off a good chunk of his hair as unevenly as he possibly could.
“I mean, it’s obvious on the surface,” Sanji sighs, “But why didn’t you just ask me for help? I do this for a living, mossy.”
or: Sanji, Zoro, and some scissors.
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- Part 9 of soul's fics - series: zosanzo
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Sanji could almost feel how intensely Zoro rolls his eyes at him.“You like me any way you can have me, you pervy fucker,” Zoro hums softly, “But seriously, I wanna touch you, cook. Can you please just-” Zoro tugs against the bindings once more and Sanji smiles at him, reaching for the bindings. He carefully undoes the knots, placing a kiss on the inside of each of Zoro’s wrists tenderly. Once Zoro’s hands are free, he carefully wraps his arms around Sanji to pull the cook down beside him. “Shit,” Zoro continues, “We already had to buy a new vial of lube? How many times did we go at it?”
“A lot,” Sanji yawns, “We should go to sleep-”
“Why? So you can fuck me again, you insatiable pervert?” Zoro teases, looking up from where his head is resting--carefully, on Sanji’s chest. He can feel Sanji’s heartbeat; the pace spiked up at the comment, causing Zoro to grin. “Well, I never turn down the opportunity to go back to sleep,” Zoro continues, causing Sanji to laugh yet again.
“It’s funny, you know,” Sanji ponders, “You calling me a pervert when this was your idea-”
or: the somno fic meant to be released ages ago but I forgot about it until now
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- Part 10 of soul's fics - series: zosanzo
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Everything was always fast paced, kind of like his and Zoro’s relationship origin.
They both don't remember when they started dating, really. It never felt different from being friends at all; they, for all intents and purposes, had been the exact same as they had been growing up–they were just Sanji and Zoro like they always were. The only thing that was different was the intimacy level.
But, other than that, everything felt the same.
or: Sanji and Zoro through the seasons.
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- Part 1 of seasons
- Part 11 of soul's fics - series: zosanzo
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He doesn’t know why it has to be like this. And he sincerely hates the fact that all he can do is take people from the one he wants to give the entire world to. But if he didn’t do it, who would?
That aspect of his own existence on its own made Zoro feel so terribly alone.
or: Zoro is the God of Death, Sanji is the God of Life ; they don't get along very well anymore because of it.
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- Part 12 of soul's fics - series: zosanzo
- Part 1 of young gods verse
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Sanji was absolutely stunning, if Zoro could even say that much. But that was one of those things that would stay in the brain; Sanji was too busy laughing and flirting with the bartender at the opposite end of the bar. Joy and happiness painted his face. Of course it did, Zoro couldn't help but think as he nursed his drink--a local drink that was something akin to sake in strength that Zoro found himself enjoying.
He wonders if he could ever change Sanji's mind. It's a lingering hope even though he knows he should just squash it before it becomes a problem for the rest of the crew.
As they head back to the Sunny, tipsy but feeling alright, Sanji grabs Zoro's hand. “So you don't get lost,” he says, cheeks rosy and breath smelling of wine. He's on a high that Zoro hadn't ever seen Sanji on before when they frequented dives and bars prior, but happiness looks good on him so Zoro can't complain much.
or: a character study on zoro feeling feelings internally and sanji being sanji (of course). written for one piece bingo 2025 (one sided love square), but posted wayyyyyy after it; sorry guys.
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- Part 13 of soul's fics - series: zosanzo