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Request [June 14 2008, 02:53:22 UTC]

Someone write (or draw) me some Jyabura/Kaku? ♥ It doesn't have to be porn. Porn is awesome, but not necessary.

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Fill [June 14 2008, 06:07:14 UTC]

Give me a prompt.  One word or a phrase, and some Jyabura/Kaku shall be yours.  I'm in the mood for that pairing. 

[June 14 2008, 08:31:04 UTC]

Oh sure, uh...how about "thorns". (Yay for random word generators.)

Thorny (1--read this one before 2!) [June 15 2008, 02:39:48 UTC]

Okay, I fail at anonymous, so reposting the first part.  Sorry about that. The lounge door banged open.  “Oi giraffe, check this!” Twenty-odd feet of whippy, spiky death shot past Kaku, taking his coffee cup (and nearly his nose) along for the ride. The cup shattered against the far wall.  Twenty-odd feet of whippy, spiky death retracted, this time ripping Kaku’s book out of his hands as it went by.  Kaku turned his head, tracking the menace back to its origin.

Looking like the wolf that huffed and puffed and blew down the whole damned pet store, then ate everything inside that could walk, trot, fly, crawl, or slither, Jyabura stood in the open door, grinning at Kaku. “This thing is ten kinds awesome!” Jyabura said, waving Kalifa’s thorn-studded whip.  “Wanna give it a shot?” Kaku crossed his arms and leant back against the room’s sole sofa.  “Did you ask before you borrowed?” Jyabura’s expression turned mulish.  “Nah.  The witch would’ve said no.  She never lets me play with her toys.” “Well, Blueno almost got caught when he went back for it,” Kaku pointed out.  “In this instance, I can see Kalifa’s point.” All two thousand of them, Kaku added silently, eyeing the whip’s spines. “Yeah, maybe,” muttered Jyabura, “but it ain’t fair.  Why does she always get the coolest stuff?” “Maybe because you wouldn’t have the first clue what to do with it?” The silence was unexpected.  Jyabura could always be counted on for some kind of comeback, smart or otherwise. Kaku looked away from the whip and met Jyabura’s eyes.  That was all the warning he got, and then twenty-odd feet of whippy, spiky death had him pinned to the sofa like a moth in a museum exhibit.

Thorny (2) [June 15 2008, 02:34:41 UTC]

Kaku immediately took back his last verbal jab.  Jyabura sure as hell knew what he was doing, otherwise Kaku would be dead.  The whip’s spines only touched clothed portions of Kaku’s body; when he shifted, the spines grazed his skin through the thick fabric of his jumpsuit.  If he really tried to move, though, he’d be in a world of hurt. Jyabura had effectively trapped Kaku, and from the look on Jyabura’s face, the bastard knew it.  He strutted across the room to stand in front of Kaku, his grin so wide it looked about to split his face. Kaku twisted his wrists and felt the spines dig into his skin just a little further.  His breathing sped up.  He tried to shut off his mind, but damn it, he was getting hard, and in a few seconds Jyabura was going to notice. Jyabura moved closer.  He loomed over Kaku, arms crossed, looking his prisoner over in apparent satisfaction.  His gaze paused on Kaku’s lap.  The grin, impossibly, got wider. Kaku took comfort in the fact that while he couldn’t do anything about his erection, he could keep his mouth shut. “Y’know, you look good like this.  Real good.”  Jyabura flicked Kaku’s nose, then reached down and pressed his palm against Kaku’s erection.  “Whoa, hey—look’s like somebody’s got a bondage kink.” Jyabura leant down until they were eye-to-eye, or as close to it as Kaku’s nose allowed.  His fingers clenched and released around Kaku’s erection.   Then they did it again.  And again. Kaku swallowed his groan and shut his eyes, and felt Jyabura lean in even closer.  Jyabura’s breath was hot on Kaku’s neck; something wet flicked the skin just under Kaku’s jaw—Jyabura’s tongue. “Mmn.  Don’t taste like no meat-eater to me, and I oughta know.  Wonder what Lucci would say if he knew his precious XO liked this kinda—” Jyabura stopped talking.  Kaku felt him pull back.  It was hard to be curious, aroused, pissed off and embarrassed at the same time, but Kaku managed it.  He opened his eyes. Kalifa and Kumadori were standing in the doorway, their arms full of grocery bags.  There was a cigarette clamped between Kalifa’s teeth.  Kumadori’s hair was a mass of pink exclamation points. For several long, painful (for Kaku) seconds no-one said anything.  Then Kalifa sighed.  “You know, boys,” she said, “if you’d have said something, I could’ve set up a camera.  The proceeds would cover all of Lucci’s physical therapy.” Shaking her head, Kalifa turned and left the room, muttering to herself.  Kumadori gave Jyabura and Kaku a frantic look, and took off after Kalifa. Jyabura carefully, one spiny sticker at a time, freed Kaku.  Coiling the whip, he set it on the coffee table and sat down next to Kaku. “So.” “Yes.” “That was—” “Yes.” “Um.”  Jyabura drummed his fingers on his knees.  “Is it just me, or is Kalifa getting kinda… weird about the Lucci thing?” Kaku turned to look at him.  “I don’t know,” he said, “but let’s never do this again, okay?” “Okay.” There was quiet for a few minutes, and then, “Oi, giraffe.” “I’ve told you not to call me that.” “Yeah, right.  Whatever.  Kaku.” “Yes?” “When you say never, were you talking about the whip thing or the hard-on thing?  Cos, ya know, I kinda liked that part.  So if—” “Jyabura?” “…Yeah?” “Shut up.”

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Request [June 14 2008, 03:05:48 UTC]

"We have to have sex to keep warm" fic. Stranded on a winter island in sub-zero temperatures. Zoro/Usopp or Sanji/Nami.

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Top-sopp, baby! [June 17 2008, 01:28:24 UTC]

Usopp can’t figure out why this dumb shit keeps happening to him. The day started off normally enough.  The Strawhats landed on some winter island that had a mysterious past and lost treasure, both of which Robin just had to tell Nami about, who just had blab about it to Luffy, and then the unstoppable force called “Captain-Wanna-Adventure-NOW” was put into motion. And now Usopp was probably going to freeze his balls off. Or die, which ever came first. Because the (completely fucking insane) natives hadn’t liked pirates snooping around their island, so it was only natural that they had (with great difficulty) captured The Great Captain Usopp and locked him away in some igloo.   Fortunately, his knight in shining armor had wandered onto the scene and, swords-a-gleamin’, beaten up all the baddies. It would have been a successful rescue, except for the fact that said knight lacked a (functional) sense of direction, and now they were stuck in a really cold cave with no hope of finding their ship.  Ever.

Usopp shivers and pulls his jacket tighter around body.  He can’t help but wonder how long it’s been.  Hours probably.  Only a bit longer and they’d be sparkly pirate ice sculptures.   Zoro doesn’t look the least bit worried from where he sits across the cave.  His eyes are closed and Usopp just knows the swordsman is probably trying to figure out a way to slice cold air, or something equally stupid.  That’s pissing Usopp off, since Zoro should be begging for his forgiveness, seeing as Usopp is going to die a virgin and it’s all the first mate’s fault. Wait, no.  If Usopp was about to die without ever setting his eyes on One Piece or meeting his father, then he is so having sex at least once.   And it’s gonna be good. 000 Part 2 up later tonight, sorry :)

Top-sopp, baby! Part 2 [June 17 2008, 09:28:32 UTC]

Zoro’s swordsman senses must be getting slightly rusty, because there was no tingling to warn him before Usopp dropped into his lap.  Well, there was some tingling but that came from Zoro’s lap, which is strangely filled with Usopp.  It’s a nice sort of strange though.   Still… “Why?” Zoro asks with faint curiosity. “Three reasons:” Usopp replies while unzipping Zoro’s jacket and leaning forward to nip at a tanned collar bone, “we’ve been in here for hours and I’m cold and bored and it’s all your fault.”  Usopp bites down on Zoro’s neck to emphasize his last word. “…That’s four,” Zoro says, just to be to see if he further could irritate the sniper.  It works because Usopp’s brown skin flushes bright pink.  “Shut up,” he demands before thrusting his tongue into Zoro’s mouth.  Zoro’s mouth is warm, he thinks with approval.  He wonders if Zoro has warmer parts and decides that undoing the other man’s pants may lead him to the answer. As Zoro watches Usopp tug down his pants, he briefly wonders if he should inform Usopp that they’d only been in the cave for fifteen minutes, but he forgets everything when Usopp’s tongue flickers out to taste his cock.   That’s all he does for a bit, like he’s trying some new food and to figuring out if he likes the flavor and Zoro’s getting harder and more impatient with every lick.  So he tugs on Usopp’s hair as if to say “On with it, long nose.” But Usopp just digs his nails into Zoro’s thighs and keeps at it because he’s totally in control and Zoro will be receiving a proper punishment.  Then he gets bored and swallows the swordsman’s cock whole. Zoro is completely hard now, either from the way the sniper keeps humming or from Usopp himself (who was looking rather delicious with his plush lips wrapped around Zoro’s cock).  Zoro can feel how close he is.  Apparently, so can Usopp because he pulls away so that Zoro’s redden cock comes out with a little ‘pop!’  Usopp then slowly unzips his own coat so that he can unbuckle his overalls.   Zoro’s already on the edge and Usopp isn’t helping because he keeps licking his lips (not bad for a last meal, the sniper decides) and he still hasn’t even undone his sash yet.  

Top-sopp, baby! Part 3 [June 17 2008, 09:34:05 UTC]

It gets to be too much when Usopp starts sucking on his own fingers in the same way he’d been sucking Zoro’s dick moments before.  Zoro reaches forward to relieve himself but freezes when the sniper sends him a look that could sink about a hundred marine ships.  “Don’t. Or else.”  Zoro groans and he really wants to find out what “Or else” could be until he notices Usopp’s wet fingers disappear underneath his overalls and figures that “Or else” will be coming up soon enough. Usopp prepares himself, biting his lip in concentration.  One finger.  Two.   But he makes the mistake of looking at Zoro, whose mouth is slightly open and whose cock is huge and weeping and hard and warm, damnit- and Usopp remembers that he might not even live to be sore in the morning, and he honestly doesn’t give a shit anymore. Zoro watches through half-lidded eyes as Usopp positions himself over his cock.  Then (after giving Zoro the sexiest smirk he’s ever seen) he goes all the way down. Again.   And again. Zoro’s so warm and the angle’s so perfect- “Touch me,” the Usopp demands, breathless, and Zoro complies, wrapping a calloused hand Usopp’s hardened cock.  It only takes a few more strokes before the two of them are shuddering, cuming together. Usopp rises off of Zoro and then he’s back in the swordsman’s lap again, resting his head on Zoro’s chest and trying to catch his breath.  Zoro nestles his nose in Usopp’s hair and they both fall into a deep slumber… …For five minutes.  Because then Sanji bursts into the cave in a “dramatic rescue” sort of way and the sleeping couple wakes up with a start. Zoro gets up, pissed. “Try knocking on the damn door next, you fucktard.” “This is a cave, shitty marimo so how could I-” He notices the position his nakama are in, “What the-did you two just have-?” Usopp gives a little squeak and jumps up in panic. “We had to have sex!  We would have frozen to death otherwise!” “What?  Usopp, it’s like thirty-two degrees!  Plus you’ve only been lost for a half hour!” Usopp is shaking all over.  “W-wait.  So I just…” And then Zoro actually slaps Usopp’s naked ass and purrs, “Best damn half hour of my life,” before strolling out of the cave. Meanwhile, Usopp dies a little inside. 000 First attempt at writing Zoro and pr0nz, and I totally failed.  But not as badly as Usopp did...*evil smirk* Top-sopp, baby! Part 3

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Request [June 14 2008, 03:05:48 UTC]

"We have to have sex to keep warm" fic. Stranded on a winter island in sub-zero temperatures. Zoro/Usopp or Sanji/Nami.

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More Nami/Sanji [June 16 2008, 01:48:33 UTC]

Though Anon liked the depressing Freezerburn, Anon still wanted to try to write something for this prompt~ Hopefully this is less harsh on poor little Sanji-kun :p Aslo, first fic, english not Anon's first language, blah blah blah... ------------------- "I can't believe they left without us..." Shoulders slumped, dejected. Annoyed. "For the last time, Sanji-kun, they have to get rid of the marines chasing the Sunny then they'll come back for us." Grabing his hairs, nearing panic-state. "But how will they do that without their wonderful navigator?!" Calm, waving a hand in dismisal. "Robin and Franky are with them so I wouldn't worry. They should be back by morning." Turning her back to the sea. "Sanji-kun, find us a safe place for the night." "HAAAII NAMI-SWAN!!" Happiness returned. ***

The small abandonned shack efficiently cuts the freezing wind but unfortunately lacks a fireplace, which is a ridiculous thing on a winter island. She's sitting against the wall, feeling a bit cold but it's bearable. "Sanji-kun, what's that noise?" "M-my t-teeth ch-ch-chatt-tering, N-Nami-s-san." Trembling, curled on himself next to her, puffing on his last cigarette. She looks at his coat covering her legs, feeling a tad guilty but he offered it to her so it's his fault... Throwing the coat at him. "Take it back." The air is cold on her bare legs. Taking mental note to never wear a skirt on a winter island ever again. Pleasantly surprised. "Nami-san is so generous!" He slips his arms into his coat, feeling instantly better because Nami-san's concern for his comfort warms his heart. *** She's rubbing her hands vigorously along her thighs, trying to keep feelings in them, pointedly ignoring the blond chef next to her who's nursing a bump on his head after suggesting one too many time to warm her with his body. *** Shyly. "Nami-san?" Trying again because she really does look cold and he is too and he's not even having ungentlemanly hidden motives anymore... Almost. Knowing they're still stuck there for a few much too long hours, she sighs, giving in. Without warning, she straddles him. "Try anything and I kill you." Unzips his coat then slips her arms under it and around his torso. Blushing, hesitantly wraping his arms around her. "Hai Nami-san." Yelping when she buries her face in the crook of his neck. "Ah! Your nose's cold!" Smiling. "Are you complaining, Sanji-kun?" Teasing. Shaking his head, hearts in his eyes. "NOT AT ALL! Far from me such an idea!" Presses her body against his. "Good." *** He's feeling much warmer now. Blaming the ungentlemanly thoughts that are back and stronger than ever and he can't help it because his beautiful Nami-san is wriggling against him. She's starting to think that sharing body warmth was a good idea but her legs are still cold and maybe if she could get him to radiate some more heat it'd be enough. Shouldn't be too hard... He tenses when her hand reaches between their bodies and skilfully unzips his pants despite being wearing mittens. "N-Nami-san?" And here he had been hoping she hadn't noticed his predicament but of course his beautiful goddess is far too clever. Fearing her rightful wrath and his imminent castration. "I'm so sorry Nam-" She shuts him up with a kiss, telling herself it's only because it's another way of fighting the cold. *** His burning hands are slowly caressing her thighs even though she ordered him not to try anything. She decides to forgive him this offence because she really is generous and because he looks like it's already taking all of what's left of his rationnal mind to not do more than that. Congratulating herself for her ingenious plan to keep warm, she rolls her hips once more, drawing another moan out of him. *** It's dawn and Luffy is joyously waving at them from the approaching Sunny and she's hopping where she stands, willing them to hurry and pick them up so she can get a hot bath because she's got cold again since leaving the shack (and Sanji's embrace). She looks at him and his cheeks are still bright red and he doesn't look like he's freezing at all. It's so unfair.

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From: op_fanforall

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Request [June 14 2008, 03:05:48 UTC]

"We have to have sex to keep warm" fic. Stranded on a winter island in sub-zero temperatures. Zoro/Usopp or Sanji/Nami.

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Fill 1 | Fill 2 | Fill 3

freezerburn [June 14 2008, 22:59:13 UTC]

notes: I don't know if you were hoping for fluff, because... this certainly didn't turn out that way. Also, Sanji bottoms to everyone. Ever. ---- Their firewood supply has run out. Sanji could burn the supply of herbs he has in his coat pocket, but he worked much too hard to use them like that, after all the trouble he went through picking them at the mountain's peak; besides, he says, they won't last long. Nami agrees. She has old maps in her back pocket, Jaya and Skypeia and Drum Kingdom, but he gallantly tells her not to waste the things she's made; he assures her he'll save the both of them before they freeze. She realizes there's only one thing left to do. She sidles closer and pulls off a mitten with her chattering teeth; she fumbles with the catch of Sanji's slacks, fingers red and trembling.

"N-nami-san, what's the matter—" She unzips his fly and pulls out his flaccid cock with a practiced hand, offering no reply; as he stammers, hands twitching at his sides like birds, she shucks her pants down off her hips and to her knees, never baring more flesh than need be. "Have to keep warm, don't we?" And she lowers herself onto his cock, only half-hard, awkward and squirming with the position; no preamble, no foreplay, no romanticism as Sanji had always imagined. He groans low in his throat as she rides him; it wasn't supposed to be this way at all. He was supposed to be the seducer, to woo her with flowers and chocolate parfaits, to write her sonnets and wax rhapsodic about her eyes and hair and skin until she melts under his fingers, to coax her into trembling; never this sort of impersonal tryst, not with her. Their breath fogs the air in tiny gasps and their fingers scrabble for purchase in the hard-packed dirt and frost; Nami places two fingers at her clit, raw with cold, and her body shudders. "Nami-san..." Sanji breathes, swallowing down those basest of noises he hates to make. "Please..." The way his jaw clenches, the way his neck arches back and breath hitches—she can tell he's already going to come, and it shames him, coming before she's had her chance. Hair-Trigger Sanji. Sanji-Who-Comes-Before-Women-Do. "You shouldn't come in me," she says baldly, and slides herself off his cock. "B-but what about you?" "Don't worry about me," she says. She squats down next to him in the dirt and wraps a chapped hand around him, chafing his flesh with roughness and cold; her other hand is working at her clit, hips pumping fast and awkward as she teeters on her heels. "Wait," he groans, and comes, hot and violent, into her palm. He quickly offers out a hand help her finish, but she swats it away and finishes quickly, silently stiffening and sinking to her knees. "The others will be here soon," she says, cleaning her hands in the snow. "I know it." He reaches out to touch her, but his hand is stiff with cold and nerves, and Nami is out of reach.

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Request [June 14 2008, 02:36:50 UTC]

Gimme Ace/Zoro. ಠ_ಠ The kink? Submissive!Zoro. Or bottom!Zoro, at the very least.

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Fill [June 14 2008, 05:55:03 UTC]

Hot prompt and pairing, anon!  Sorry I didn't do it quite enough justice. “Well?”  The lazy satisfaction in that tone was enough to make Zoro scowl, green eyes as hard as jade as they flickered across freckled cheeks and met banked fire.  “I’ll oblige you if you don’t want to sit comfortably for the next few days but if you’d prefer to still walk normally, you’d better get to it.  That ass isn’t gonna slick itself.”

If looks could kill, Ace would have been a dead man.  As it was, his grin only widened as Zoro dropped his gaze.  “Damn pushy bastard.</small” “What was that?”  Warm hands reached out and wrapped around scarred ankles, lifted one up onto a bare shoulder.  The view was perfect, everything on display right down to the flush just visible beneath the swordsman’s tan. The ‘fuck you’ was half-hearted, almost sullen, defiant pride finally giving way to lust.  Zoro brought his hand to his lips, slipping two fingers across his tongue perfunctorily.  Ace watched with obvious pleasure as Zoro pressed damp fingers into his body, opening it to the older pirate’s gaze.  Suggestions to ‘slow down’ or ‘just a little more’ were met with glares, exasperated sighs, and immediate and unquestioned obedience.  It took time to get the swordsman into that zone of surrender, the place where the walls came down enough for Ace to see just how eager Zoro was to take his commands, to please him despite the continued façade of grudging acceptance.  But it was always worth it as Ace was reminded as he finally moved Zoro’s hand away and pressed into his pliant body. Heat surged between them, flames roaring to life in Ace’s eyes as he spread Zoro wider, drove deeper into his body.  The swordsman groaned softly, his jaw gone slack with the lack of resistance, when Ace leaned forward to leave bruises and a few faint burns along his throat.  He didn’t give even a token huff of protest to the murmured suggestion that he finish himself off with a few harsh strokes beneath Ace’s intent scrutiny. Afterwards, sticky and tired, all Ace had to do was smile and crook his arm in offering.  Zoro never refused a willing pillow nor the absent kisses dropped against the crown of his head until one or both of them started snoring.  

[June 14 2008, 06:04:02 UTC]

Augh!  Stupid forgetting to close tags...no delete/edit function...grumble “Well?”  The lazy satisfaction in that tone was enough to make Zoro scowl, green eyes as hard as jade as they flickered across freckled cheeks and met banked fire.  “I’ll oblige you if you don’t want to sit comfortably for the next few days but if you’d prefer to still walk normally, you’d better get to it.  That ass isn’t gonna slick itself.” If looks could kill, Ace would have been a dead man.  As it was, his grin only widened as Zoro dropped his gaze.  “Damn pushy bastard.” “What was that?”  Warm hands reached out and wrapped around scarred ankles, lifted one up onto a bare shoulder.  The view was perfect, everything on display right down to the flush just visible beneath the swordsman’s tan. The ‘fuck you’ was half-hearted, almost sullen, defiant pride finally giving way to lust.  Zoro brought his hand to his lips, slipping two fingers across his tongue perfunctorily.  Ace watched with obvious pleasure as Zoro pressed damp fingers into his body, opening it to the older pirate’s gaze.  Suggestions to ‘slow down’ or ‘just a little more’ were met with glares, exasperated sighs, and immediate and unquestioned obedience.  It took time to get the swordsman into that zone of surrender, the place where the walls came down enough for Ace to see just how eager Zoro was to take his commands, to please him despite the continued façade of grudging acceptance.  But it was always worth it as Ace was reminded as he finally moved Zoro’s hand away and pressed into his pliant body. Heat surged between them, flames roaring to life in Ace’s eyes as he spread Zoro wider, drove deeper into his body.  The swordsman groaned softly, his jaw gone slack with the lack of resistance, when Ace leaned forward to leave bruises and a few faint burns along his throat.  He didn’t give even a token huff of protest to the murmured suggestion that he finish himself off with a few harsh strokes beneath Ace’s intent scrutiny. Afterwards, sticky and tired, all Ace had to do was smile and crook his arm in offering.  Zoro never refused a willing pillow nor the absent kisses dropped against the crown of his head until one or both of them started snoring.

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