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chibi_trillianFor those curious, the Dictionary.com word of the day today is "cum."
Not like that, perverts. Cum as in Latin for "with."
Just thought I'd share.
Title: Flan
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13 for Sanji's mouth.
Summary: A flanfic for my favorite dessert's birthday. Utter and complete ZoSan fluff, such as it is, which means it involves profanity and kicking.
“What the hell is this?” Zoro stared at the plate that had been deposited in front of him.
“It’s flan, moron. It’s soft and simple, like your brains, so it ought to actually be a dessert that you’d like.” Sanji smirked in that infuriating way he did when he thought he’d won.
Zoro continued staring at the offending dessert. It was…it looked sugary. Too sugary. And jiggly.
Sanji’s eyebrow twitched. “I didn’t make it so you could look at it. Eat it.”
“No.”
“EAT IT.”
“NO!”
“EAT IT, FUCKER!”
“N—!” Zoro’s shout was interrupted by a foot to the shoulder and a forkful of flan to the mouth. He contemplated spitting it out, just on principle, and then looked at Sanji. The man still had his foot braced on Zoro’s shoulder and a fork dangerously near Zoro’s crotch, and he was smirking again.
No. Even he didn’t have that much of a death wish. He swallowed like a good boy. Verdict: squishy and too damn sweet, just like he’d thought.
Then Sanji leaned in, bending over his own leg in that impossible way he had, and licked an errant smudge of flan from Zoro’s upper lip. His soft murmur of “Not bad at all,” was followed by a deeper kiss.
Zoro thought that maybe flan was worth eating after all.
Not like that, perverts. Cum as in Latin for "with."
Just thought I'd share.
Title: Flan
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13 for Sanji's mouth.
Summary: A flanfic for my favorite dessert's birthday. Utter and complete ZoSan fluff, such as it is, which means it involves profanity and kicking.
“What the hell is this?” Zoro stared at the plate that had been deposited in front of him.
“It’s flan, moron. It’s soft and simple, like your brains, so it ought to actually be a dessert that you’d like.” Sanji smirked in that infuriating way he did when he thought he’d won.
Zoro continued staring at the offending dessert. It was…it looked sugary. Too sugary. And jiggly.
Sanji’s eyebrow twitched. “I didn’t make it so you could look at it. Eat it.”
“No.”
“EAT IT.”
“NO!”
“EAT IT, FUCKER!”
“N—!” Zoro’s shout was interrupted by a foot to the shoulder and a forkful of flan to the mouth. He contemplated spitting it out, just on principle, and then looked at Sanji. The man still had his foot braced on Zoro’s shoulder and a fork dangerously near Zoro’s crotch, and he was smirking again.
No. Even he didn’t have that much of a death wish. He swallowed like a good boy. Verdict: squishy and too damn sweet, just like he’d thought.
Then Sanji leaned in, bending over his own leg in that impossible way he had, and licked an errant smudge of flan from Zoro’s upper lip. His soft murmur of “Not bad at all,” was followed by a deeper kiss.
Zoro thought that maybe flan was worth eating after all.
