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ONE PIECE FAN-FOR-ALL
Or, free-for-all-fic, or fic free-for-all, or fic-for-all, whatever phrasing floats your boat.
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Filled | Unfilled (BOTH posts updated to about half of page three, updated Sept 21, 11-something pm, GMT -5 ( Read more... )
Sanji had been wrong about All Blue. This... this could only be his real dream. To think that he'd found it so quickly! So many lovely ladies, all willing and ready to flower him with their affections and accept his in return. Admittedly, there had been some annoying interruptions. He had dim memories of his idiot rubber captain grumbling and yelling in the background. Then there'd been an interval where Mauris had blathered on about formalising his offer of a job. Of course, with his surrounding lovelies pressing him to accept, what else could he do but to agree?
Now, with flowers in his hair and silks and perfume against his skin, he knelt at the feet of a statuesque blonde who in her benevolence and grace allowed him to read the most passionate of the great poets to her, and blushed and smouldered at him intelligently in all the proper places, showing her impeccable elegance and breeding.
Other hands tugged at him and other voices cooed his name. They brought him to the shattering realisation that there were lovely women who he was, at that very moment, neglecting! Overcome with guilt, he turned to beg their forgiveness. A red haired lady whose appearance gave him a brief pang, being not quite so alike to a deity of flame as Nami-swan, allowed him to lay her down on the sheets and pay homage to her curves with his trembling fingers. Until a tap on his shoulder turned his head again, and though that... was less dainty and graceful, and would quite possibly bruise, his heart melted at the sight of the diminutive and startlingly cute dark beauty now before his unworthy eyes.
Her buxom cleavage and tiny waist were wrapped in a deep-red corset pulled tight almost to bursting. Little hearts stitched into the cloth climbed the mount of her right breast and decorated the jut of her left hip, beyond where the material dwindled into a slim thong. She crawled toward him over the bed in almost predatory fashion, her smile a fixed twist of perfect white teeth.
"Sanji." She spoke his name as though she knew him, though he was certain he'd never set sight upon her before. It was, had to be, only fate recognising the perfection of their match. His eyes teared at the kindnesses the world was laying upon him today. He caught up her hand and proceeded to plant kisses over every inch of it, working up the skin of her arm and fully intending to move from there to the rest of her body. She permitted him to gather her into his lap, his hands upon the soft, rounded curves of her buttocks. Her thighs straddled his, and the position gifted him the full view down her substantial breasts. She curled her hands upon his shoulders, shifted her shapely bottom against his crotch, and leaned forward to whisper against his ear, "Sanji... why aren't you having sex?
"How can it be this hard to get you out of here when you aren't even having sex?"
"Huh?" It seemed, in the circumstances, a strange thing to ask. He blinked into her astonishing wide, heavily-lashed, gold-painted eyes, and it struck him again -- there was definitely something familiar about that tousled ebony hair and the shape of her smooth-skinned face. Had she been there when they'd first arrived in this paradise? And if so, how could he not have remembered? It was all too clear what she wanted, though, and as such, how could he refuse to succumb to her desires?! "Glorious lady, it would only be fulfilling my every wish to humbly pleasure your body with my own..." Fumbling, he loosened his clothes and freed his almost painfully interested length.
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It felt so much better, somehow, than all the others! She was so alive in his grasp, and her scent, beneath the perfume, so much more right. He lifted her, carrying them both over so she was lain on her back, delighting in her surprised little sound, and watched her face intently as he moved over her, making love to her -- the contortions of her wide mouth, and the small, high moans that escaped affirming the ecstasy that he felt privileged to deliver to her. Other hands tugged and stroked at him, occasionally reminding him that they were not alone, but he no longer had any interest in their dimmer lights.
"Sanji..." She was exceptionally flexible, tugging him forward so she could whisper in his ear again, while her body almost bent in two. "Unnnnngh. Ah! Ah, don't stop what you're doing, but - ah! - when you've finished, we really have to get out of here."
"What, oh most shining of flowers--?" She wanted commitment too? Oh, all his dreams were fluctuating so wildly today he was left breathless from the recoil. "Oh, yes. Yes! Of course, oh--"
"You'll come with me, then?"
The relief in her voice startled him. How could she ever doubt?! "Yes!"
"And you're mine? Not that fat-jerk-bastard-girly-fruit-moron-creep-asshole's?"
"O-of course..."
She panted against his neck. "Then we have to get back to the Merry. 'Cause I don't want to have to have sex with that fat jerk again, but I promise, I promise that you can have sex with me all you want when we're back on Merry, ok?"
"Wha--?" The words barely penetrated in the haze of bliss as he came inside her, hands squeezing her hips against him, hearing her words break off in an almost shocked gasp and an unladylike grunt, whereby he became aware of a warm but cooling dampness against his abdomen.
Sanji pulled back, still breathing hard, and his belle sprawled before him on the sheets with her legs wide, desperately stuffing something back inside her tiny red panties. He glanced between the dampness on his belly and her own, then back to her face, where the make-up had begun to smear, revealing the edge of a scar he knew all too well.
His dreams crashed and burned. "Luffy?"
(Rest tomorrow! I hope this is okay so far!)
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Liked part 2 in particular, because of Sanji's pov. He sounded so completely drugged on women and I thought that was perfect for some reason~
And look what you made me do! I'm supposed to be not very fond of crossdressing and here I enjoyed drawing it! :p
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Thank you for making arts, this totally made my morning! I'm glad you liked it so far and I hope that you enjoy the rest of the story too! :)
I think I actually use a 'drugged' metaphor for Sanji + women somewhere in the second half. Hee!
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And while I'm there, the rest of the story, I loved it too! The Sanji angst made me happy, and your Luffy was just so great. When he was mad in particular... ♥ And the conversation at the end~~~ So much love for your story, Anon! Good job!
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Glad you liked the rest!
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Damn this picture is total win!
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