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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,660
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own One Piece. I make no profit from this fanfiction whatsoever, either.
Blades
Blades
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, Zoro being a pervert, sexual implications, imagined swordplay.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece! Look what I’d do to the poor thing!!
Rating: PG-13
Another prompt from AcidGraffiti, as she knows I LOVE Sanji with knives for no reason. Whoo!
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Watching the cook make dinner was one of the few things that Zoro truly enjoyed. The other things were obviously booze, fighting and sleeping. The reason he liked it so much was because he got to see two of his favourite things working together in unison; Sanji and blades.
And oh boy did the cook know how to use them.
With every expert chopping sound, Zoro felt his pants get tighter. His eyes travelled over the cook’s shoulders and down lower, to his bare forearms, the swordsman licking his lips as he spied the knives coming down perfectly. Fuck.
Sanji would have been a fucking pro with katanas, yet he had never even considered it. And that kinda pissed Zoro off, because it was pretty much a waste of talent. Imagining the cook with one or two swords was incredibly sexy, and he was tempted to walk up behind him right now just so he could get a faceful of blade. The look of annoyance he could easily picture on Sanji’s face as he forced Zoro back wasn’t helping, either. However, the blonde only attacked with his legs, so it was out of the question anyway.
But Zoro could dream.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, Zoro being a pervert, sexual implications, imagined swordplay.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece! Look what I’d do to the poor thing!!
Rating: PG-13
Another prompt from AcidGraffiti, as she knows I LOVE Sanji with knives for no reason. Whoo!
--
Watching the cook make dinner was one of the few things that Zoro truly enjoyed. The other things were obviously booze, fighting and sleeping. The reason he liked it so much was because he got to see two of his favourite things working together in unison; Sanji and blades.
And oh boy did the cook know how to use them.
With every expert chopping sound, Zoro felt his pants get tighter. His eyes travelled over the cook’s shoulders and down lower, to his bare forearms, the swordsman licking his lips as he spied the knives coming down perfectly. Fuck.
Sanji would have been a fucking pro with katanas, yet he had never even considered it. And that kinda pissed Zoro off, because it was pretty much a waste of talent. Imagining the cook with one or two swords was incredibly sexy, and he was tempted to walk up behind him right now just so he could get a faceful of blade. The look of annoyance he could easily picture on Sanji’s face as he forced Zoro back wasn’t helping, either. However, the blonde only attacked with his legs, so it was out of the question anyway.
But Zoro could dream.