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+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,728
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Force Of Constraint
Force Of Constraint
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, attempted humour (a little), bondage.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece! Stop asking me, goddammit!
Rating: PG-13
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If there was one thing Zoro prided himself on other than his strength, it was definitely his restraint and self-control. Whenever he wanted something, he could always block out the desire with hours and hours of training and meditation. In fact, it didn’t even matter how much he wanted it, he was quite capable of blocking it out without even that, causing the other members of the crew to think there was nothing at all he wanted. Of course, excluding the title of greatest swordsman.
But whilst this was a good thing most of the time, it really made the weeks leading up to his birthday unbearable. Round every corner, there would be someone waiting, just to ask him what he wanted on a day he found completely insignificant. It felt like he never aged anyway, so having them get so excited every time there was a birthday was annoying. And it wasn’t only his; for every damn birthday on the ship, they would all act like idiots, making Sanji bake cakes or some special food for the occasion.
That was even more annoying, because the cook would snoop about and ask pointed questions about what they wanted, interrupting his naps more than once about it. As always, he told him to just fuck off, and ended up with a stupid cake he didn’t even want to eat.
He never got anyone anything for their birthdays – he had no money, and he refused to pay Nami the blasted interest she’d force on him anyway – yet they always seemed to put a lot of effort in for his, and it made him feel strangely guilty. Even the bastard cook was nice to him on that day, letting him drink the good booze without even so much as a snarl. He wasn’t going to complain about that though; having the idiot shut his trap for one day was always a freaking godsend, in his opinion.
However, the crew did not always get him the best gifts. And he was trying to remember how much they all meant to him when he had walked into his bedroom and found Sanji tied up naked on his bed. Why the hell they thought he would want this was beyond him!
But the longer he stared, the more enticed he felt himself becoming, stacking his swords against the wall. Losing control once wasn’t so bad, right?
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, attempted humour (a little), bondage.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece! Stop asking me, goddammit!
Rating: PG-13
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If there was one thing Zoro prided himself on other than his strength, it was definitely his restraint and self-control. Whenever he wanted something, he could always block out the desire with hours and hours of training and meditation. In fact, it didn’t even matter how much he wanted it, he was quite capable of blocking it out without even that, causing the other members of the crew to think there was nothing at all he wanted. Of course, excluding the title of greatest swordsman.
But whilst this was a good thing most of the time, it really made the weeks leading up to his birthday unbearable. Round every corner, there would be someone waiting, just to ask him what he wanted on a day he found completely insignificant. It felt like he never aged anyway, so having them get so excited every time there was a birthday was annoying. And it wasn’t only his; for every damn birthday on the ship, they would all act like idiots, making Sanji bake cakes or some special food for the occasion.
That was even more annoying, because the cook would snoop about and ask pointed questions about what they wanted, interrupting his naps more than once about it. As always, he told him to just fuck off, and ended up with a stupid cake he didn’t even want to eat.
He never got anyone anything for their birthdays – he had no money, and he refused to pay Nami the blasted interest she’d force on him anyway – yet they always seemed to put a lot of effort in for his, and it made him feel strangely guilty. Even the bastard cook was nice to him on that day, letting him drink the good booze without even so much as a snarl. He wasn’t going to complain about that though; having the idiot shut his trap for one day was always a freaking godsend, in his opinion.
However, the crew did not always get him the best gifts. And he was trying to remember how much they all meant to him when he had walked into his bedroom and found Sanji tied up naked on his bed. Why the hell they thought he would want this was beyond him!
But the longer he stared, the more enticed he felt himself becoming, stacking his swords against the wall. Losing control once wasn’t so bad, right?