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+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,703
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Tainted
Tainted
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, OOCish, fluffy, mentions of smut taking place.
Disclaimer: One Piece isn’t mine, stop asking dammit. I never said it was!
Rating: PG
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Looking down at the sleeping blonde next to him on the galley floor, Zoro wondered if their actions had tainted Sanji in any way.
After hearing him proudly flirt and be perverse about women, it was more than a little strange to picture the guy in bed with another man. But that was how it was; Zoro had chased after the cook until he had caught him and dragged him down to the floor where he had promptly stripped and deflowered him against the cool wood. Without complaint, Sanji had just accepted all of him, then softly fallen asleep, hand curled up against his face.
After a few moments of listening to his deep breaths, the swordsman had sat up and started watching him, a little ashamed for not having the sense to do it somewhere a little softer. No doubt they would both be covered in bruises the coming day after all of that… And as he watched him murmur and swallow in sleep, Zoro wondered if it was the best thing to do. Sanji would probably wake up refreshed and then stare at him in horror the next day, and the idea was somewhat painful. He didn’t want Sanji to hate him.
If it was something like that, there were definitely other ways to upset the cook than something this intimate and special – at least, to Zoro it was – like ‘accidentally’ tripping him up all the time. He could piss him off any time he wanted really, without having to do something like this. But what if Sanji took it the wrong way? Called him disgusting and told him to fuck off and stay away from him? Zoro wasn’t sure he could take that…
He didn’t sleep that whole night through his worrying, and was rewarded by a smiling cook wrapping his arms around his neck. As he had held him close and run his hands through the soft blonde hair, Sanji had laughed softly and just let him do as he pleased. Relieved, Zoro had quietly confessed his worries, gripping tighter onto Sanji as if he were scared the cook would run away at any moment.
But Sanji had just continued to laugh, nuzzling against Zoro’s cheek affectionately while kissing at the earrings dangling from his left ear playfully, whispering into his ear with a smirk.
“Don’t worry marimo; there’s no way you could have tainted me.”
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, OOCish, fluffy, mentions of smut taking place.
Disclaimer: One Piece isn’t mine, stop asking dammit. I never said it was!
Rating: PG
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Looking down at the sleeping blonde next to him on the galley floor, Zoro wondered if their actions had tainted Sanji in any way.
After hearing him proudly flirt and be perverse about women, it was more than a little strange to picture the guy in bed with another man. But that was how it was; Zoro had chased after the cook until he had caught him and dragged him down to the floor where he had promptly stripped and deflowered him against the cool wood. Without complaint, Sanji had just accepted all of him, then softly fallen asleep, hand curled up against his face.
After a few moments of listening to his deep breaths, the swordsman had sat up and started watching him, a little ashamed for not having the sense to do it somewhere a little softer. No doubt they would both be covered in bruises the coming day after all of that… And as he watched him murmur and swallow in sleep, Zoro wondered if it was the best thing to do. Sanji would probably wake up refreshed and then stare at him in horror the next day, and the idea was somewhat painful. He didn’t want Sanji to hate him.
If it was something like that, there were definitely other ways to upset the cook than something this intimate and special – at least, to Zoro it was – like ‘accidentally’ tripping him up all the time. He could piss him off any time he wanted really, without having to do something like this. But what if Sanji took it the wrong way? Called him disgusting and told him to fuck off and stay away from him? Zoro wasn’t sure he could take that…
He didn’t sleep that whole night through his worrying, and was rewarded by a smiling cook wrapping his arms around his neck. As he had held him close and run his hands through the soft blonde hair, Sanji had laughed softly and just let him do as he pleased. Relieved, Zoro had quietly confessed his worries, gripping tighter onto Sanji as if he were scared the cook would run away at any moment.
But Sanji had just continued to laugh, nuzzling against Zoro’s cheek affectionately while kissing at the earrings dangling from his left ear playfully, whispering into his ear with a smirk.
“Don’t worry marimo; there’s no way you could have tainted me.”