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Sanji isn't into men. It's situational. Women deserve more than a one night stand and that's all a pirate like him can give them, right? Once he finds the All Blue, it will be totally different.
But for now, a man has needs. And if a certain green haired pirate is willing to help out, Sanji can chalk this up to sowing some wild oats that are never meant to grow into anything real. -
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“You’re dismissed, Marimo,” he said, rudely waving him off. “Have fun with your cornstarch.”
Zoro scowled at him. “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?”
A grin on the blonde’s face- a big, goofy one.
The first one Zoro’s seen.
“I sure do,” he said, flipping Zoro off before turning around to continue his work.
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Not-so-chance encounters and far too much care between them.
Sanji never understands, Zoro can never explain.
It’ll come to a head eventually, I promise.
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When Sanji and Zoro first met on the Baratie they were supposed to never see each other again. That's why Sanji agreed to sleep with him. Instead they ended up crewmates, and now both are forced to confront the overwhelming feelings that night brought up within them.
Based off of @gaypiratehell on Twitter's amazing AMAZING works (seriously, if you're a true ZoSan fan you should be following them)Bookmarked by xAkamex
01 Apr 2023
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Maybe that’s what made him agree to Zoro’s proposition. “You’ll never see me again,” he had said, “I’ll probably die on the Grandline, just like you said.” Sanji had leaned in unconsciously at that, temptation right at his fingertips. “No one will ever know about this.” And when those words left Zoro’s lips in his rough baritone, their lips met and Sanji found that a hole inside of him that he never knew existed had been filled. In the arms of this mysterious swordsman, he found completion.
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Iwaizumi wants to forget and Oikawa needs a distraction.
They find it in the dull rhythm of a party, and in their calling gazes from across the room. It won’t mean anything more than the heat of skin against skin, or the pull of lips between teeth, but wounded hands can create their own definitions too.
Under the weight of their afflictions, Iwaizumi and Oikawa make a reckless decision.
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03 May 2025
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Oikawa grumbles but obeys anyway. “You’re so good at this,” he praises, and somehow it is still an understatement. “Can you just be my personal athletic trainer?”
“I’m not an athletic trainer yet,” Iwaizumi banters.
“I mean, when you become one. Can you just be mine?”
“I’m already yours.”
Oikawa blinks at Iwaizumi in stunned silence, and laughs, the sound high and bright, because it is so fucking sappy and he is terribly in love.
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When a man, chased by cops, chooses to dive into the dumpster next to you while you're having a de-stressing, after-work smoke, what do you even do?
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OR: Sanji's a professional dom at a sex club, and Zoro gets in trouble a little too easily.