ZoSan drabbles
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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,710
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own One Piece. I make no profit from this fanfiction whatsoever, either.
Acceptance
Acceptance
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: Little bit of ZoSan, like usual <3
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece. We all know this by now, and if you don’t, you’re damn stupid.
Rating: PG
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Zoro didn’t like it when Sanji smoked.
Sure, it made the cook look sexy, and gave him something to do with his hands when he wasn’t fighting, but that didn’t mean it was okay. Even if Sanji did smell particularly nice after a cigarette, or if his mouth had a unique flavour the swordsman was coming to enjoy, he shouldn’t be doing it. It was bad for him, and Zoro wanted him to stop. He smoked so damn much that the swordsman figured that it would be the smoking that would kill him later on. It was such a realistic possibility too that it was even worrying.
Yet he could not deny that he liked the way Sanji would purse his lips as he blew out streams of smoke, nor the sheer elegance that he seemed to radiate with a cigarette between his fingers. It was incredibly sexy, but there was no way he was ever going to admit that to the cook.
He had already tried to take the cigarettes from him before, only to find the cook smoking a different packet later on in the day. Sanji must have a secret stash of them somewhere, yet no matter how much he searched, he couldn’t find it. And that was frustrating, because it seemed like Sanji would never listen to him even if it was for his own good. It was even more annoying when the blonde had agreed to give up in the first place.
As far as he could remember, Sanji always had a cigarette in his hand. The only time it seemed the cook wasn’t smoking was when they were fucking each other.
But, that was okay. As long as Sanji didn’t smoke then, he guessed he could accept the habit. Or just fuck him more.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: Little bit of ZoSan, like usual <3
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece. We all know this by now, and if you don’t, you’re damn stupid.
Rating: PG
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Zoro didn’t like it when Sanji smoked.
Sure, it made the cook look sexy, and gave him something to do with his hands when he wasn’t fighting, but that didn’t mean it was okay. Even if Sanji did smell particularly nice after a cigarette, or if his mouth had a unique flavour the swordsman was coming to enjoy, he shouldn’t be doing it. It was bad for him, and Zoro wanted him to stop. He smoked so damn much that the swordsman figured that it would be the smoking that would kill him later on. It was such a realistic possibility too that it was even worrying.
Yet he could not deny that he liked the way Sanji would purse his lips as he blew out streams of smoke, nor the sheer elegance that he seemed to radiate with a cigarette between his fingers. It was incredibly sexy, but there was no way he was ever going to admit that to the cook.
He had already tried to take the cigarettes from him before, only to find the cook smoking a different packet later on in the day. Sanji must have a secret stash of them somewhere, yet no matter how much he searched, he couldn’t find it. And that was frustrating, because it seemed like Sanji would never listen to him even if it was for his own good. It was even more annoying when the blonde had agreed to give up in the first place.
As far as he could remember, Sanji always had a cigarette in his hand. The only time it seemed the cook wasn’t smoking was when they were fucking each other.
But, that was okay. As long as Sanji didn’t smoke then, he guessed he could accept the habit. Or just fuck him more.