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"What are you looking at"
Zoro would be oblivious that he's getting hit on by random guys and Sanji would be a possessive bastard and kick tables in half.
#one piece#op#zosan#sanzo#sanji#sanji vinsmoke#zoro#roronoa zoro#my art#sketches#fan art#sanji chill
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Redraw of this absolutely metal shot from arlong park:
#I got it off a Twitter post somewhere but i can’t find it now#my art#art#digital art#fanart#one piece#op#zoro#roronoa zoro#Sanji#zosan#sanzo
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So excited to finally share my Enmity: ZSZ bang artwork created for @fivedayslater's beautifully written Prince/Knight AU fic Right Here All Along. Check it out for some tasty characterization, exciting plotting, and of course, heart-wrenching pining!
#zosan#sanzo#zsz#sanji#black leg sanji#one piece sanji#vinsmoke sanji#roronoa zoro#pirate hunter zoro#zoro#one piece#zoro x sanji#sanji x zoro#zszbang#zszbang2024#one piece zoro#op zoro#op sanji
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HELLOOOOOOO THEY LOOK SOOOO GOOD HERE IM GOING INSANEEEE
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Yeah,,, some gay fools,,
#one piece#vinsmoke sanji#sanji#op sanji#one piece sanji#black leg sanji#sanji op#sanji fanart#one piece sanzo#sanji x zoro#zoro x sanji#sanzo#zosan art#one piece zosan#op zoro#zoro op#one piece zoro#zosan#zoro#roronoa zoro#artists on tumblr#fanart
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Nami compliments them on their couples costume and sanji immediately tries to drown himself
#noooo this isnt a late Halloween post#this is actually the 2nd November holiday#if u werent invited to any 2nd November Halloween parties and dont believe its a real thing#😬😬😬😬😬#i dont wanna be the one to tell u#one piece#zoro#sanji#zosan#sanzo#artists on tumblr#ely's art
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ౨ৎ monster trio & kissing
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ2024 ©1864RERUNS
includingㅤ━ㅤmonkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, sanji vinsmoke
tag(s)&warning(s). drabbles, gn! reader, sfw, fluff?, what constitutes as fluff idk girl, established relationship w/ zoro and sanji, luffy is a secret third thing i guess?, stray 'kms' threat in sanji's part
from vyon. big up to alex turner and no. 1 party anthem; luffy's is marginally longer because he's my most specialiest boy and he deserves special treatment and i struggled way too hard with characterising sanji in a relationship aside from all the embarrassing simping stuff, he's just amazingly pathetic, i don't wna talk about it, the main star here is luffy
like a lot of other things, kissing comes easy to luffy. though he's never had any couples around him as he grew up, he's been on enough adventures to catch a number of couples share a few quick pecks here and there. sabo's once mentioned kissing as well— a sort of distant memory that comes back when your lips first land on his cheek on your supposed first date. it might be sabo's fault, or his parents, that luffy believes kissing to be bleugh before he's tried it. though in sabo's defence, there wasn't a child in the world that would want to see their parents kissing. still, it isn't as bad as sabo made it out to be, luffy thinks as his wide–eyed gaze follows you back onto the sunny. there's something in the shape of your lips sunburnt onto his cheek, crisp just underneath the scar he'd gotten as a child.
the old scar is a smudge between a burning hypersensitivity and a cold unfeeling stretch of skin; your lips brush against the scar and it tingles itself into simultaneous death and rebirth. burning, melting— luffy presses a hand against his cheek and feels full. then his lips pull into a grin and the burn of your lips spreads out, pushing through every fold of skin as his hand reaches out for the sunny and he flings himself into the air, allowing the feeling to crawl through sinew.
luffy is no stranger to touching— he does it in painstaking excess, but there's a childhood teaching in him that kissing is not the same as touching. he stares at nami for a while, wondering if the instinct to feel her is the same as it is for you; she gets annoyed by his unwavering stare and swats at his head. he decides it's a no.
kissing is meant to be con... consumption? conservative— constellation? no, it's one of those 'c' words that he doesn't really remember, but he knows that he's supposed to ask you if you want him to kiss you. he doesn't understand the idea of waiting for permission but he'd really hate it if you were grossed out, like ace once told him would happen if kissing happened unconventionally(?) (that's not right he thinks), so he asks you one day.
as simple as he gets, luffy comes up to you and asks. "do you want me to kiss you?"
you splutter in shock and you hear movements on the deck still. luffy thinks he'd maybe forgotten something that the people in foosa village taught him but he waits for you to answer anyways. it doesn't come because sanji is aiming a kick at his head and shouting at him about the delicate intricacies of romance and courting. through all the dizzying flips of colour as he jumped away from sanji's attack, a kaleidoscope of the things he loves the most (the sea, his ship, his crew) in his eyes, he sees the hesitant embarrassment that colours your cheeks in. the burn that you've placed in him sparking up a fuse between the two of you at the slip of his tongue against gums and he laughs, swinging away and crash landing on whatever usopp was building out of sticks.
you return to him at a more private time, slip up next to him wordlessly— he doesn't say anything so you fear that he'd forgotten.
"do you still mean it?" your shoulder knocks against his.
"mean what?"
you turn to look at him, your eyes flickering down. "when you asked if i wanted you to kiss me."
that gets his attention, his head turns to you with a flexibility only he has— his eyes blinking at you carefully. "i did, did you make up your mind?" his lips pulled up into a grin, "you want me to kiss you now?"
you wish he had a less abrasive way of asking, but the answer is the same regardless. you nod and luffy takes.
you're not sure what you're expecting at this point. you know how luffy is about psychical touch, he's no stranger to it— everything he's ever known, he's ran his hands over. the amount of times you've been knocked down to his reckless habit of flinging himself into your back, you expect the same thing here.
luffy inspects you for a moment, the corners of his lips pulling down before twitching into a pout, "it's not gonna hurt, silly, why'd you look like that?" he shifts his body to face yours, his knees knocking against yours as he pushes his face closer.
then, his lips stretch outwards— his damn devil fruit— and it's so comical how his puckered lips pulled towards you to press gently against your cheek that you're laughing when it snaps back into place. luffy laughs along with you for a moment. a gooey comfort strained inside of you, your hands pressed against his cheeks— you find a simple joy in pulling his face, and then you find a better joy in leaning yourself closer to press your lips against his.
you're giving so luffy takes. he shifts onto his knees for better leverage to lean into you— the movements are stiff and careless. he's less kissing you and more just pushing his face into yours but you can feel the strain of his smile against your lips so no matter. being luffy, he pushes and he pushes greedily until your hands move from his face to the deck to keep yourself from falling.
it's so stupid how, even though this sucks, you want to make an occupation of kissing him.
it becomes a habit for him to kiss you no matter how far away you are by taking advantage of his devil fruit. eventually, he does get better; you realise why after a pointed comment from robin that hints to the fact that he'd asked her for kissing tips.
zoro is all lingering touch, heated spaces, and fizzling affection. it's not often that he gives you the pleasure of being skin close with him— not that you mind. he's eye candy enough, grunting and sweating in a handstand with barbells methodically placed on his feet and boxes of miscellaneous supplies for added weight. he's never been the type to need the world in his life; everything he's done has always been to prove a sick something to himself, to his strength.
his devotion is similar. there's no place for prying eyes in your relationship when there's you, the fulfilling adoration, and zoro. sometimes, there is also his swords and other times, there is an overwhelming luffy (who knows no boundaries).
he's always more forgiving with you, but he draws the line at excessive pda and you respect that boundary. fleeting contact has never been zoro's strong suit, he's an all or nothing soldier so when it comes to kissing, he likes the ready privacy that allows him to indulge. so he ignores the pointed staring, how you've made yourself comfortable on the benches in the crow's nest; your body sprawled out following the curve of the seats as your face turns red from how you have your head hanging off the cushioned planks.
he grunted, turning his head back down to the floor before he loses his balance.
you start counting, "one, two, three." he's well past those measly numbers but he lets you do as you please. "four, five, one, three, sixty–five, twelve, two, negative five, twenty, fourteen, nine—"
he folds his legs down against his chest, letting the weights fall to the floor with a thud. "alright," he straightened up, "you've made your point." an unimpressed look crosses his face.
your lips curled up into a grin and then you pull yourself up, throwing his towel at him. he takes the hit to the face and presses his hand over the fabric to wipe away the sweat and falls next to you, sliding his body down for his head to lay on your thigh.
"ewwww," your face scrunched up, "you're sticking to me." his hair is clinging to his forehead, interrupted strokes of green paint against his temple.
"shut it."
a laugh is quiet on your lips as zoro falls into the comfort of the moment, his eye closing. you trace over his face and then you crane yourself down, ignoring the ache in your spine and neck, your lips fall onto his forehead, "one." you counted. then onto the space between his furrowed brows, "two," his nose, "three". over his eye, "four." you pull back just in time to feel his lashes scratch over your lips.
a heavy judgement in his eye, stern and serious— he curls an arm up to press against your nape and pulls you down. there's a weight that's tethering you to the moment in the curves of his arm and a light–headedness that makes the stillness burst at the seams as zoro ignites everything alive. it's a slow and careful thing, how his head rises to meets yours and then how it tilts so he can slide his lips onto yours.
his arm drags across your neck until you feel moisture in the contour of his calloused hand, fingers pushes into your hair as zoro leans back from your lips, humming. "five." he says, a whisper of a smirk on his lips. a flicker of tender violence in how he fists your hair at its base and pulls your head back to give himself access to your neck. all or nothing, you're reminded, he drags this kind of simple affection into long, several moments.
he continues counting, picking up where you left off until you both hear luffy calling for zoro to help him fish and your relationship mellows back down, protected in loud secrecy.
there's always a strange line to tread when it comes to sharing intimacy with sanji. he's the quickest to melt when it's passing pecks, a second touch of your chapped lips against his cheek.
it depends on the atmosphere of the moment. just as quick as you can puppeteer him to pliant stuttering, sanji is more than capable of wearing you down to your barest core with his appreciative methodical gestures.
what everyone else is most familiar with are the fast moments of sanji softening when you offhandedly touch him. a simple smile on your lips as he gracefully sets your plate down in front of you, ease in the way your head turns to face him and you give his cheek a grateful peck, a quick kiss against his lips when you're splitting ways upon docking on a new island. it's enough of a spectacle that luffy makes the same laughing racket when you kiss sanji casually to see him twirl with new founded energy and hearts in his eyes; that zoro has a trademarked insult ready on his lips whenever it happens; that nami owns a jar that sanji has to put money into whenever he starts his weird dance.
it's almost easy to forget how sanji reciprocates. love has always been a second language to him— it's burrowed in his every unhurried moment when cooking, it's a burn that drove an abscess in him when he was younger, it's straightened postures and the clean lines of his stature for every perverted thought that plagues him. his every move carries an echo, a drumming confession that rings i love you, i love you, i love you until the words are bleeding raw into each other and you feel undeserving in his passion that stinks of cigarette smoke.
the disturbance of the lit end against a clear canvas of blue skies, his arms folded over the handrails of the sunny, the strokes of grey smoke that taints the pristine clouds that rest languidly; a rigid lock on his features until you're brought to his attention with your shoes clicking against the deck. his face shifts into something more delicate— full of feeling that's different from his usual excitable manner.
"bad for you," you begin with a light–hearted scold, plucking the cigarette away from his lips. he turns to you, his back against the handrails.
his restless hands search for touch and find an answering comfort on your skin, turning up and down over the shape of your hips until his thumbs dig into the waistband of your bottoms. "don't," he pleads, "you know it kills me when you're disappointed."
your lips turn upwards, "should i cry?"
"please." his voice wavers between a weak warning and aching desperation as his head falls onto your shoulder, pulling you closer.
the smell of smoke is cauterised into his skin— you don't mind it and you don't mind him smoking, but you think it's funny to act like you do if it has sanji like this. his hair scratches against your skin, tickling an itch he'd placed in you long ago and you thread your straying hand into the strands as his fingers press demandingly into your hips. following your motion, sanji turns his head to look up at you.
a furrow in his brows and a plea in his eyes.
"you know i'm teasing," you lean down, pressing a kiss against his lips as an attempt to appease him, "but you know i'll have to kill myself if chopper comes and redirects his disappointment at me again." you sigh, weary at just the topic. "i mean seriously, he looks at me like i'm the one shoving cigarettes into your mouth and forcing you to inhale."
sanji tries to focus on your words but your lips have left him cold when you pull away; suddenly, being skin to skin isn't enough and he's trying to placate the greed that is curdling inside of him. it works for the better half of a second, his thumbs pull out of your waistband and his arms wrapped around you, one around your waist and the other dressed against your back.
he ducks his head down and settles his craving.
sanji is gentle all around, careful to make even his affections palatable. he starts slow, testing waters that he's skinny dipped in previously and when he finds no rejection, he moves in deeper. he's a lifelong hunger that can never hope to be satiated when close to you, unwavering in a promise that has wedding bells ringing deep in your bones.
there's a new memory of a life he wishes for you, brought to life and fed by the taste of you. for now, he has to pull away as the ship rocks into a tempestuous sea and panicked feet disrupt the echo of the bells. nami starts to shout orders. he pulls away. his heart stutters in time with the unpredictable storm. sanji trips over his feet on his way to pull up the sails and he starts twirling when it makes you laugh.
#op production: circa. 1864#one piece#op#one piece headcanons#one piece drabble#op x reader#one piece x reader#monster trio#monster trio x reader#monkey d. luffy#luffy#luffy drabble#luffy x reader#luffy x you#roronoa zoro#zoro#zoro drabble#zoro x reader#zoro x you#sanji vinsmoke#sanji#sanji drabble#sanji x reader#sanji x you
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I'm back from the dead because shut up they're so cute together.
#zosan#zoro#sanji#vinsmoke sanji#roronoa zoro#black leg sanji#one piece#one piece fan art#anime fanart#shipping#fanfic things#the hill i would die on#not at all crazy about these two#artists on tumblr#op fanart
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my zosan bang piece for MayJinx’s fic, I Propose a Fight!
and my spot illustrations as well 🥰
#one piece#sanji#zoro#zosan#oh boy okay. yet again#nefertari vivi#perona#dracule mihawk#shimotsuki koshiro#charlotte pudding#zeff#only tagging ppl whose faces were shown this time#wheeeeeee i had so much fun working with mayjinx 🥹#fan collabs are so good you guys#we need to do these things more often
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💚❤️🧡
tonight's stream drawing
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Yes, Sanji and Zoro fight constantly, but afterwards Sanji goes back to the galley as happy as can be.
Growing up in the baratie, teasing each other, throwing insults, it was the language he learned to speak
And he knew just as well that Zoro grew up a fighter, that testing himself against others he considered strong, fighting without inent to harm, was Zoros language in much the same way.
And it was freeing to meet each other, have these playful conversations daily, to blow off stress with someone who spoke their language
Sanji heard people comment on how badly the two of them got along, but he laughed it off. These strangers dont understand them at all.
But then Usopp says it.
Sanji is confused. Because Usopp must know that the two of them are friends. Maybe even best friends, happy to share a drink, or their chores, or even the quiet together
But then Nami says it
And now Sanji is questioning everything. Has he been misinterpreting Zoro this whole time? Maybe Zoro had never been asking for a sparring partner. Maybe Zoro didnt know how to say he didnt enjoy spending their time together.
So when Zoro teases him he starts biting back his own taunts. Swallowing all the things he normally would say.
When Zoro challenges him, Sanji will meet him just as always, not willing to take away from Zoros training if thats all he can offer the man.
Sani finds theres less joy in himself when he returns to the galley after these one sided talks.
Zoro for his part has no idea whats going on with the Cook, doesnt understand the way hes holding back. Their captain is all about freedom, yet Zoro watches as Sanji locks a part of himself away.
He racks his brain for something hes said or done to have the cook shut him out like this but cant think of anything. He could try to ask, but the common tongue had never been Zoros strong suite
When they land at a new island and Sanji volunteers to be the one to stay behind Zoro knows something is up. The cook loves to explore new places and explore new markets.
So Zoro takes the pocket change Nami allowed him and instead of looking for a bar he went searching for something else.
It took a while, and took even longer for him to make it back - someone decided to put a whole forest between this harbor town and the docks while he was shopping - the food he was carrying had long gone cold, but hopefully it still tasted fine.
He pushed his way into the kitchen and dropped the plates on the counter. "Local specials" he said with a shrug, hoping that the Cook would understand all the things he was trying to say with this.
"And...why are you bringing them here?"
"So you can try them." Zoro huffed and quickly looked away, "maybe it will improve your cooking, shit-cook"
Sanji was just staring at the dishes, leaving zoro to squirm internally, knowing he wouldnt have the words to explain more than that.
"Zoro," Sanji started cautiously, still looking at the plates rather than at the swordsman, "are we friends?"
Zoros head whipped around to stare at Sanji like he was stupid. "What are you, stupid?! Of course we're friends idiot!"
Sanjis face instantly flushed red with anger "oh you are certainly not someone who should be calling other stupid you directionally challenged, mossheaded, excuse for a swordsman -"
It wasnt long before insults, swords, and legs were flying, smashing into each other in ways they both understood.
Nami sighed, hearing them clash once again. Shaking her head and lamenting how those two can never just sit down and talk to each other.
Luffy laughs. He hears what they are saying just fine.
#one piece#sanji#black leg sanji#roronoa zoro#zoro#luffy#nami#it can be platonic#but to me its preslash#zosan#this was only meant to be like two paragraphs long
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Hi !!! I'm really happy to share my piece for Enmity : A ZoSanZo Bang, In collaboration with CurlyStrawHat ✨
I had tons of fun working on this illustration, since I absolutely loved this fic and all it's magic 💚💛 ( Here is the link of this amazing fic !)
I hope that you guys enjoy this fantastic love story 💖!!
#PLEASE GO AND READ THE FIC !!! IT IS REALLY CUTEEE 🥺💖💖 and it is a fantasy au which makes it really special ✨#also you should look at all the other fics and illustrations created for this event !! they are really pretty 👀💛💚✨#all the writers and artists worked a lot on their pieces <333#anyway it was really nice to work with Anita and being part of this event 😄✨#zosan#zszbang#zszbang 2024#sanzo#zoro#sanji#roronoa zoro#black leg sanji#one piece#zs#my drawings#diamondsheep art
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Zoro is returning the favor Sanji (pt. 2 of them tenderly shaving each other lol)
#zosan#sanji#zoro#one piece sanji#one piece zoro#one piece#one piece fanart#roronoa zoro#vinsmoke sanji#sanzo
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i swear this is the last time i ping you man my bad. @ford-owner's au calls to me as an enjoyer of Annoying Little Shithead sanji
#everytime you look at this and you dont click to open in full view an ant explodes. save ants and click this image#^plight of artist who never realizes he is drawing at 500x500px until its too late#tiny sanji is so fun to draw. little fuck head#so used to being a hashtag timeskip hater that i almost forgot zoros scar since i usually disregard it out of pettiness#wtf... art#one piece fanart#zoro#roronoa zoro#sanji#black leg sanji#sanzo#zosan
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