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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,707
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Catch-22
Catch-22
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, obviously sexual implications, attempt at humour.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece, got it? …Good.
Rating: PG
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Sometimes fucking the swordsman was a real chore.
It wasn’t that the sex was bad; far from it, the sex was pretty damn good, actually, when he cared to admit it, nor was it Zoro’s personality whilst they did the deed; unbelievably Zoro was well behaved at the time. It wasn’t about where they did it either, though Sanji sometimes would prefer to be somewhere near a bed when Zoro pounced. No, it was none of those things; they were all fine as far as he was concerned. In fact, it was pretty shocking to see how much Sanji was willing to put up with from that oaf, when he looked back on it.
But when he was trying to redress afterwards…that was when he lost his cool.
Time and time again he had come down from orgasm to find not only his clothes strewn all over the place – which would have been bearable, even – but his necktie jumbled up in a huge knot. For some reason, it was always the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes, and it was getting on his nerves.
It was plainly obvious a long time ago that the swordsman did not know how to tie one, nor how to take one off, so he had taught the shitty bastard the correct way to do it, but to no avail. Then he had just told the idiot to leave it to him, but Zoro just didn’t listen, always finding some way to get to it before the thought crossed Sanji’s mind. And the blonde wasn’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or if he really was that dumb.
Either way, it was getting to the point where he’d had enough. He was sick and tired of fixing the same damn thing each time – which occurred at least once a day, if not more. If the moron wasn’t going to do it properly, then he wasn’t going to wear a goddamned tie at all! Fuck appearances for once; this was far more important! It didn’t matter if the rest of the crew would comment on it. Besides, he would still look irresistibly charming without a tie.
But after he stopped wearing a tie, when he woke up, it was something else. Nowadays, he found his belt twisted into random shapes, his eye twitching just from looking at the mess.
Rotten bastard.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, obviously sexual implications, attempt at humour.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece, got it? …Good.
Rating: PG
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Sometimes fucking the swordsman was a real chore.
It wasn’t that the sex was bad; far from it, the sex was pretty damn good, actually, when he cared to admit it, nor was it Zoro’s personality whilst they did the deed; unbelievably Zoro was well behaved at the time. It wasn’t about where they did it either, though Sanji sometimes would prefer to be somewhere near a bed when Zoro pounced. No, it was none of those things; they were all fine as far as he was concerned. In fact, it was pretty shocking to see how much Sanji was willing to put up with from that oaf, when he looked back on it.
But when he was trying to redress afterwards…that was when he lost his cool.
Time and time again he had come down from orgasm to find not only his clothes strewn all over the place – which would have been bearable, even – but his necktie jumbled up in a huge knot. For some reason, it was always the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes, and it was getting on his nerves.
It was plainly obvious a long time ago that the swordsman did not know how to tie one, nor how to take one off, so he had taught the shitty bastard the correct way to do it, but to no avail. Then he had just told the idiot to leave it to him, but Zoro just didn’t listen, always finding some way to get to it before the thought crossed Sanji’s mind. And the blonde wasn’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or if he really was that dumb.
Either way, it was getting to the point where he’d had enough. He was sick and tired of fixing the same damn thing each time – which occurred at least once a day, if not more. If the moron wasn’t going to do it properly, then he wasn’t going to wear a goddamned tie at all! Fuck appearances for once; this was far more important! It didn’t matter if the rest of the crew would comment on it. Besides, he would still look irresistibly charming without a tie.
But after he stopped wearing a tie, when he woke up, it was something else. Nowadays, he found his belt twisted into random shapes, his eye twitching just from looking at the mess.
Rotten bastard.