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skribblezcorner · 10 hours
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Content warning: Nsfw
My mind is being plagued by ZOSAN THIGH FUCKING THOUGHTS !!!!
heres a little drabble about Zoro who has an unhealthy obsession with Sanji’s legs (plus everything else about him) and Sanji who is very confused but rolls with it.
The first time Zoro and Sanji hook up sanji reaches for lube to stretch himself and Zoro borderline BEGS to thigh fuck Sanji instead.
Sanji, confused but too horny to care, obliges. He crosses his legs in the air with his back on the dingy hotel bed, and Zoro grips both his fucking calves in one giant hand before pushing himself into the tiny seam between Sanji’s thighs.
Zoro goes fast, his hips pistoning in and out as he keeps begging for Sanji to squeeze harder, please, and who is Sanji to say no?
Sanji watches as Zoro lets out breathy moans on top of him every time the thighs around his cock shift or flex. The sight combined with the rhythmic friction of Zoro’s dick rubbing against his is hypnotizing- he can’t draw his eyes away.
They cum at the same time, and the mess gets all over Sanji’s stomach. They split, heaving and sweaty, and then Zoro licks the jizz off off his abs. The sound Sanji makes in response is obscene.
Sanji cums a second time (embarrassing!!) and a line of blood trickles down from his nose, onto his lips. Zoro surges up to trap him in a kiss, and Sanji can taste the salt on Zoro’s tongue amidst the metallic blood flooding both their mouths (which should be gross, but when he’s with Zoro everything is so fucking good).
After they clean up, Zoro falls asleep with one hand down the back of Sanji’s boxers, cupping his ass.
The next morning Sanji cusses him out for stretching the fabric permanently.
GUYS I’m so normal about them I promise !!!! The Zosan disease possessed me and I blacked out & wrote this. hope you enjoyed lmfao
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waywardgirl75 · 5 months
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i have seen many fanarts of sanji in dress and makeup but imagine a scenario where,
Zoro tryout makeup for the first time....
Sanji: You're wearing makeup
Zoro: It's just eyeliner. Do you like it?
Sanji: It looks...okay I guess
Sanji, sobbing into Usopp's shoulder: He looked so good
Usopp: I know
Sanji: I'm so gay
Usopp: I know
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sonicfan69420 · 2 months
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One pice episode 224 spoilers
SANJI AFTER GETTING HIS MEMORIES BACK OFFERS ZORO A HAND AND SAYS "Come on, you'll catch a cold." AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BE NORMAL?!?!?!? HELLO?!?!?!?
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dutchmancallypso · 5 months
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Every day I wake up and my brain's like: "Hey! Time to decide what we're going to think about all day!"
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hydine · 4 months
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Random ZoSan brainrot where Sanji is fighting a dude he can't defeat with his usual fighting style and would need something sharp, like knifes or... You know... SWORDS. And Zoro for some reason can't fight the enemy for Sanji, instead he throws Sanji one of his Katana, which Sanji catches no effort, and fights with it, a combination of deadly kicks and swordsmanship, and just imagine how Zoro would feel seeing that 🫠
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yogimogiwogi · 6 months
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i've been in a zosan brainrot since last night oml
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asliceofzosan · 3 months
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Sanji is a lightweight.
He can't hold his liquor for shit despite his failed attempts to hide it from everyone else. The signs are obvious — the flushed cheeks, the hooded eyes, and the constant smile on his face that remains even if he's not talking to a lady. He prances around the room, socializing and laughing at every little thing, from the cool summer breeze tickling his cheeks to Usopp's tamest of wild stories.
He's also very physically affectionate. When he'd usually reject a hug from Luffy's impossibly long outstretched arms, intoxicated Sanji would welcome the embrace with glee. Chopper is rained with little kisses on his head every time he does anything remarkably cute (which is all the time). And he's seen playing with Robin's fingers absentmindedly as he listens to her talk about the ancient history of a forgotten world.
But there's also one thing Sanji becomes when he's had one too many drinks in his system...
He gets... honest.
Sanji on a normal day is blunt and calculated. He calls things out as he sees it yet still knows how to use his words to twist something to his advantage. Like how he knows how to appease Luffy when he gets adamant over food. Or how he somehow convinces Usopp to do something he'd normally be too afraid to do.
Drunk Sanji is a different kind of honest. Drunk Sanji is honest about things he never even utters if he was even a lick sober.
And Zoro? Oh, he's always been the one to bare witness to Sanji's honesty.
Zoro likes to think of himself as an honest man. He can omit the truth every now and then for someone's safety or to preserve their blissful ignorance, but most of the time he doesn't see any reason to lie. If he finds you annoying, he'll say it. To hell with your damn feelings about it.
But though he values honesty and trust, he sure can hide the truth. Because his own feelings take the back burner. He can't be emotionally charged when lives are on the line. He can't let his heart win out when his brain tells him it's a bad idea. He can trust a gut feeling but never the tug of his own heartstrings.
So witnessing Sanji's honesty — so rooted in the tresses of his stupidly big emotional heart — always has Zoro freezing in place. He can't handle it. But he can't push him away either.
He can hide his true feelings but by all four seas, he can't ever push them far enough away for him to ignore them.
For the embarrassing truth of it all is that every time Sanji looks at him, smiles at him, laughs with him, or even fights with him — Zoro is irrevocably, unequivocally, and detrimentally smitten with the curly browed cook.
He doesn't remember when (somewhere between Little Garden and Thriller Bark... who knows, really...) but he definitely remembers waking up one day and wanting to see Sanji first thing in the morning. He remembers the rapid beating of his heart when the man prepared his comfort dishes when Zoro was having a rough day. He remembers the sparks of electric fire seeping to his bones from a single touch, a brush of fingertips against his scalp with a whispered 'you need a haircut marimo', the ice cold chill that runs down his spine of watching this stupid blonde man attempt to sacrifice his life over and over again to save his friends. All these feelings he remembers and dreads and looks forward to all at the same time.
All come crashing down upon him until he's stuck beneath a mountain of untapped, unrealized, unacknowledged feelings — all because Sanji decided that for today's party he will hold Zoro's hand, and guide him to the galley so they could be alone.
Alone.
"Marimoooo," Sanji sings, a light giggle cutting off the prolonged syllable, and Zoro has to actively remember not to crumble. He grips the edge of the kitchen counter, his knuckle turning white, with the other hand desperately clinging to a cheap bottle of sake.
"Auditioning for a musical, cook?" Zoro teases and Sanji sticks his tongue out at him. Zoro, despite all he's holding back, allows himself to chuckle.
"Shut the fudge up, dumb green haired muscle head doofus." (New note: when drunk enough, Sanji physically cannot swear.) He jabs a finger at Zoro's chest, unaware of the invisible mark he's left on his heart. "I wanted to tell you something, stupid."
"Can't it wait until you're sober and can kick my ass properly?" Zoro's deflecting and he damn well knows it. But Drunk Sanji is so unfairly adorable that if he lets him talk more, he might do something Sober Sanji would hate him for forever.
"I donwanna kick your ass!" Sanji throws his hands up exasperatedly. "No no no no thas' not important..."
"What could possibly–" When Zoro chanced a glance at Sanji, he stopped mid sentence. Hooded blue eyes were gazing at him intensely, an ocean of possibilities, a high tide of emotions washing onto the shore. Zoro can't look away. He wants to. He needs to. But he can't. Like a capsized ship at the edge of a whirlpool, Sanji's gaze sucks Zoro in with no pause for mercy.
Mercy that Zoro refuses to call out for.
"Zoro," He says it with a low tone, a soft voice, and with a breathiness he's never heard his name be uttered through before.
He feels Sanji's hand on top of his own before he could let go of the counter. He looks down and the man is tracing his scars. The ones faded overtime and the ones that are freshly closed over. There's a band-aid on his thumb that he's forgotten to remove from a week ago. Sanji's own delicate but kitchen worn fingers run over his knuckles. Each feather light touch sends electric shocks through his veins, a rushing heat that no shot of alcohol could recreate.
Zoro, despite everything his mind is telling him to do, turns his hand over and lets Sanji slip his fingers through and press their palms together.
They're closer now. He doesn't remember when that happened. But Sanji's face is so close, he could count the eyelashes fluttering gently between wakefulness and dreaming if he wanted to. He desperately did. Instead, his other hand raised up to cup Sanji's ever alcohol flushed cheeks, and feels his heart burst with the gentle smile Sanji gives him in return.
"Did you know?" Sanji whispers, thumb rubbing over a particularly nasty scar on the back of Zoro's hand.
"What?" Zoro indulges him. Just this once. "What don't I know?"
Sanji's smile brightens. He rests a hand on Zoro's chest. He feels Zoro's beating heart beneath his palm. Then he looks up, eyes twinkling with a simple but powerful emotion. Zoro's only seen him look like that once before. Back when it was just the five of them from the East Blue, their borrowed ship from Syrup Village, and their feet on a barrel promising to achieve their dreams.
Pure and utter joy.
"Did you know... that I'm so happy that you're my friend?"
Zoro's breath hitches and Sanji hiccups, sudden tears flowing down his cheeks. He doesn't attempt to hide them or wipe them away. Zoro feels them fall onto his chest as he watches Sanji cry with the biggest smile on his face.
"You're the first friend I had that was my age," He continued, bringing Zoro's hand up and nuzzling against his palm. "I never had friends growing up. Was surrounded by old geezers telling me what to do half the time. Joining the crew... This is the best decision I ever made."
Then a faint kiss was placed on every scar Sanji could see on Zoro's hand. Piece by piece, Zoro's resolve crumbled, and he felt tears prickle at the corner of his eye.
"You're my best friend, Zoro. Did I tell you that?"
"No," Zoro whispered. He takes Sanji's other hand and kisses the rough pads of his fingertips too. Sanji watches him, mouth slightly open in a dazed smile. Zoro wonders if he'll remember this in the morning.
"Why haven't I?" Sanji asks him, or perhaps wonders aloud. Zoro just shrugs and keeps kissing up Sanji's hand. With each kiss, Sanji lets out a sigh, gentle and inviting. Zoro chooses not to answer.
"I love having friends," Sanji says stumbling forward slightly at Zoro's ministrations. Zoro catches him before he falls and Sanji throws his arms around him, clutching tightly and giggling so much that he's almost losing breath. "I love having you in my life."
A tear falls down Zoro's cheek. He tightens his hold around the cook and thinks the exact same thing.
Sanji burrows his face into Zoro's shoulder, hiccuping again. "Can we stay like this for a little while?"
"We can stay like this forever, if you want." Like this as in always by your side. Like this as in holding you every time you ask for it. Like this as in who we can be if alcohol didn't make you forget everything you say to me.
"I have to cook tomorrow though." was Sanji's brilliant response and Zoro couldn't help but laugh. He's waited this long for something like this. He can wait until morning for a conversation a little more serious.
"Yeah, cook." Zoro obliges, leading Sanji to the cushioned bench by the dinner table. "We can stay like this for a little while."
"Yay," Sanji cheers softly, his voice already starting to slur. Zoro lets him rest his head on his chest as he curls up and around Zoro like a koala. "Warm."
Time moves by slowly. Zoro's fingers run through silky blond hair as they talk about silly insignificant things. Sanji's giggles get softer and softer. His breathing evens out. Soon enough, Sanji's eyelids have closed and he's sleeping soundly, clinging as tightly as his unconscious body permits onto the swordsman.
Zoro knows that when morning comes, they'll have to talk. But for now, Zoro allows himself to bask in the warmth of Sanji's honesty. Allows himself to let Sanji's genuine gratitude of meeting and joining the straw hat crew wash over him like the gentlest of cool sea breezes after a long and hot day.
And he can be assured, as he drifts off into his own slumber, that Sanji loves him.
And that Zoro loves him too.
inspired by this tweet
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dirt-4-brainz · 7 months
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saw this screenshot and this was the first thing that came to mind
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tuliblu · 10 months
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I realized that there's almost non content of Zoro and Sanji x Promare???? So I had to draw it myself
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pekmez-art · 24 days
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I never draw like this but I had to feed myself
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skribblezcorner · 3 months
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Another zosan post bc they invade my thoughts every waking moment !! also i'm typing on mobile so this might be weirdly formatted
anyways, hc that Sanji is the MOST TOUCHY DRUNK to ever exist and he's all over all of his crewmates all the time. in addition to this, Sanji is also a fucking horrible lightweight. like.... tipsy after two beers lightweight. Sanji also YAPS to whoever's nearest to him about everything and anything that comes to his mind. Zoro is his main victim all of the time and does not appreciate it (yes he does, hes so gay) and its so funny to the rest of the crew b/c he has to peel a rambling sanji off of him while blushing so much he looks like a really tan tomato.
Nami + Usopp appear briefly here b/c i love their friendship so much heart emoji!!! <3333
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"Ugh, marimo, get off of me."
Zoro sighs from his position pressed against the edge of a bench, having what is arguably the worst time ever in the corner of some random bar he's been dragged to by the rest of the crew.
"I'm not on you, cook. move your goddamn leg."
"No, you move your leg."
Zoro tries in vain to shuffle away from the lanky limb draped across his lap, narrowly avoiding spilling his beer all across said limb.
The blonde always got touchy when he was drunk, plastering his entire body on the nearest person and talking their ear off for the remainder of the night.
Somehow, it was always Zoro who ended up with a tipsy Sanji draped over him, his breath smelling strongly of cheap liquor as he rambled about god knows what.
Zoro sighs again, resigning himself to his fate as the blond proceeds to hook his heel around one of Zoro's legs and pull himself forward so that he's pressed up against the other man's side. Zoro feels Sanji's elbow poking his arm. He tells himself it's very unpleasant.
"Yknow, you're coming with me to get... uh... groceries tomorrow. Yeah. We need bread."
"You've told me that three times tonight."
"Well, I'm telling you again, you algae head." Sanji lolls his head back to look at the ceiling, using the hand not trapped between them to loosely gesture at the man next to him.
"Nice one," Zoro deadpans.
"Oh, fuck you," Sanji replies, and then rests his head on Zoro's shoulder. "you want hamburgers for lunch tomorrow?" he asks over the loud murmur of the bar.
Zoro, however, does not reply. Instead, he stares straight ahead and tries to focus on the fact that Sanji's chin is digging uncomfortably into his shoulder rather than how his face is inches away.
Sanji doesn't seem to notice, his breath fanning along Zoro's cheek as he prattles on about brioche buns.
Zoro is trying very hard to stay still, internally processing the warmth of the cook's flushed face against his own and sending a silent prayer to whatever deity is out there this will be over soon. He also pointedly does not look at Nami and Usopp snickering over their wine glasses in the corner either.
He's snapped out of his impromptu staring contest with a stain on the wall when he feels Sanji slump almost completely off of the chair, and then suffers a mini heart attack when the blond kicks his legs up on the other side of the bench and straight up puts his head in Zoro's lap.
Zoro stares down at him in surprise and Sanji stares back, both eyes visible with his bangs swept out of his face. They're half-lidded and his face is tinted red from the liquor. Neither of them says anything, for a moment. Sanji's gaze sweeps across Zoro's face, looking for something. He pauses, and Zoro has to clamp his mouth shut because every time he sees Sanji like this he suddenly gains the inexplicable urge to say I've been in love with you for three years, please make out with me, which would be very bad.
The cook's eyebrows furrow, and he parts his pretty, pink lips before mumbling softly;
"...Did you get a haircut?"
Zoro throws his head back and groans. "That's it, we're going back to the ship."
He can hear Nami and Usopp's shrieking laughter clearly, even over Sanji's slurred protests as Zoro chugs the rest of his beer, hoists the fucking idiot up on his back, and marches out of the bar.
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Zoro did, in fact, get a haircut. Sanji should know b/c hes the one who did it lmao. Also, it takes Zoro an hour to walk the 15 minutes back to the ship, and Sanji talks about bread the entire time.
Am i making Zoro whipped for Sanji because i am whipped for Sanji? Interesting question, indeed. Will i ever stop? No.
Ty to my loyal 5 followers i gained yesterday!!! shoutout to yall.
Also i would REALLY appreciate comments about how i can improve my writing style so if you have any feedback please comment !!!!!
okay bye :p
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waywardgirl75 · 5 months
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istg if someone made a compilation of every damn interaction between zoro and sanji i would never get tired of watching it. i will most likely, 100%, watch it for the rest of my life 😌
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sonicfan69420 · 5 months
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I'm back in the pit. One of my personal favorite Zosan Zoro headcannons is that he just clings to Sanji whenever he can. For example, if Sanji is cooking, he'll wrap his arms around his waist and rest his head on his shoulder, or on the rare occasion that Sanji takes a nap on the deck Zoro will just plop down next to him and join him.
I like to believe that before joining the Srawhats, Zoro was pretty touch starved. (I mean, he's a bounty hunter who traveled mostly alone aside from the few times Johnny and Yosaku joined along) I also feel like while Zoro does like physical touch, he's very particular about who is touching him. Aside from the Strawhats, I dont think he really let's/likes other people touching him. Even then, I think it took him a bit to be comfortable with other Strawhats (aside from Luffy because Luffy is just like that and Chopper because he's just a little guy) touching him.
Around Arlong Park, I think, is when he becomes more comfortable with touch from the Strawhats who aren't Luffy. He let's Sanji but heads with him, he let's Nami hug him, he let's Ussop cling to him when he's terrified. Like I said earlier, when Chopper joins, Zoro doesn't really have any issues with the little guy grabbing onto him. However, Robin definitely took a bit. (I'm not at water 7, so no spoilers) I feel like Robin could tell Zoro was pretty uncomfortable with unfamiliar touch and is pretty considerate with only using touch when needed until he fully trusts her. (I haven't met Franky, Brooke, or Jinbe, so when I do, I'll update this, but until then, back to zosan)
All this to say, Zoro doesn't ask for touch, he just let's it happen. Zoro doesn't let his crew know he wants touch. He just takes what he can get, and I think as he and Sanji get closer, he kinda notices this. Zoro is constantly looking at Sanjis' hands, no matter what he's doing. I think Sanji just calls over Zoro when he's cooking and just wraps Zoros' hands around his waist and goes back to cooking with Zoro hanging off him. Ever since Zoro, whenever he needs touch but can't ask, he goes to Sanji and just wraps around him.
N e ways, this post is longer than I expected. Enjoy my zosan brainrot.
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dutchmancallypso · 4 months
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How tf do I have 100+ pins on my Zolu board already...
Wait
Wait.
...when did I start a Zolu board?
How did this happen-
Help
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hydine · 5 months
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Oh Lord, I've only just started re-watching Zhan Shen, and I already want to ZoSan-ify this. Someone pls help my rotten brain.
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silversoulstardust · 1 year
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my ex roomie is convincing me to pick up one piece again after a long time of taking a break from it and she sent me this screenshot as a bait
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FUCK THIS NOT THIS AGAIN NOT ZOSAN WITH ACCIDENTAL ACQUISITION OF A CHILD TROPE
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