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[ cntd ]
What about you?
[ There's a softness, a sweetness to the way she whispers his name that isn't there all the time, though at the moment Nami honestly can't say why she's held back from him. Even kissing him feels new, her lips seeking his out to brush almost delicately against them before her mouth gently captures his in a long, lingering kiss. ]
What if I want you feeling radiant in my arms tonight? [ As she mumbles the question against his lips, her hand curves over the firm line of his cock over his pants, palm massaging over his hardening cock as she draws closer, her breasts brushing against his chest.
It's a pain, but she pulls back enough to look over her shoulder towards the row of recessed seating just a few feet away. Nami returns her attention to Basch with another kiss, her hand working over the crown of his cock through his pants as her tongue licks over his bottom lip. ] Come sit, I want to ride you tonight. I want you to tell me what makes you feel good.
[ He hadn't considered himself in this equation, but his smile is warm and easy. Relaxed like this, he doesn't even try to rationalize away how sweet and earnest she's being. And that includes wanting to make him feel good.
She's always cared about it. Always been sweet and kind and protective in her own way. But hearing her say it makes him giddy.
Giddiness that turns into a contented moan as she massages over his cock and presses her breasts to him. He knows how both feel, of course, but they're cast in such a different light, given so affectionately like this. ]
Then I would have to oblige you.
[ He follows her blindly, a trust in her he wouldn't give anyone else. And as he moans into that kiss, cock growing under her touch, his own hand dips under her collar to palm her breast, the other cupping her ass.
He breaks their kiss only at her order, a grin on his face. ] I love when you ride me. [ Another kiss. ] And when you tell me what to do. [ Another. ] And I would like it very much if you were to help undress me.
She's always cared about it. Always been sweet and kind and protective in her own way. But hearing her say it makes him giddy.
Giddiness that turns into a contented moan as she massages over his cock and presses her breasts to him. He knows how both feel, of course, but they're cast in such a different light, given so affectionately like this. ]
Then I would have to oblige you.
[ He follows her blindly, a trust in her he wouldn't give anyone else. And as he moans into that kiss, cock growing under her touch, his own hand dips under her collar to palm her breast, the other cupping her ass.
He breaks their kiss only at her order, a grin on his face. ] I love when you ride me. [ Another kiss. ] And when you tell me what to do. [ Another. ] And I would like it very much if you were to help undress me.
[ cntd ]
Not ever? [ Nami counters, sounding dryly amused as she reaches across to briefly run a hand over Weiss' side, her head tilting at her friend. ] I think I'd like to try to change your mind about that if you let me.
[ It's likely been made very clear that Nami's a fan of saying filthy things in the heat of the moment, and the fact that Weiss is a lot more reticent as far as that goes just makes the thought of her friend telling her how wet she is in no uncertain terms intensely alluring.
Without waiting for an answer, Nami's grin widens, and she disappears beneath the water's surface long enough to get her hair wet, before she emerges with it slicked back. ]
Wanna go for a swim? I hear you can some caves that aren't underwater.
Not in that way, no.
[ Listen, if she's getting turned on because of Nami? She is most definitely going to know. They've fooled around so many times now that it's... normal? Casual? Yeah. ]
Sure. [ She imagines Nami's the better swimmer between the two, but Weiss can hold her own! Although- ] Do we need some gear or something? I'm not sure I can hold my breath for long.
[ Listen, if she's getting turned on because of Nami? She is most definitely going to know. They've fooled around so many times now that it's... normal? Casual? Yeah. ]
Sure. [ She imagines Nami's the better swimmer between the two, but Weiss can hold her own! Although- ] Do we need some gear or something? I'm not sure I can hold my breath for long.
[ cntd ]
[ Airships are one thing, and strangely, creatures that do the flying for the people sounds a hell of a lot more plausible to Nami, whose world is full of stories mentioning similar feats. ]
A wyvern? Is it huge?
[ There are stories about giant dragons, but it's hard to imagine Hilda astride one of those beasts from a storybook, like some kind of dark Devil Fruit user bent on destruction. It's another intriguing detail about the new arrival and the world she comes from, to say the very least.
Not to mention, she's oddly easy to talk to, pretty and sincere enough to keep Nami giving her the straight answers she might otherwise try to avoid. ]
The first who's drawing it all on the way, at least. Pirates aren't exactly known for their foresight.
[ And she doubts anyone with a valuable asset like a map of the entire Grand Line would be sharing it so openly.
Realizing herself, Nami looks over at Hilda, tilting her head toward the increasingly distant shoreline. ] You don't want to go back yet, do you? Sailing's one of the things I'll do for hours if you let me. [ A slightly coquettish choice of words, for sure, but whatever it is about Hilda that's kept Nami talking, intrigues her enough that she finds herself feeling her out in other ways without meaning to. ]
[There's laugher in her eyes as she nods while throwing her arms out as if her arm span would somehow equate to the size that her wyvern was. ]
Waffle is huge! Maybe not as big as a dragon or a castle, but definitely taller and larger than me.
[ Granted, that isn't a difficult thing to achieve, but it still works for putting it in perspective. Point hopefully made she returns her arms to her side so as not to risk spilling her drink all over the deck of the ship. It might not have actually been Nami's but it would make a poor impression to make a mess of it.
It doesn't feel worth asking if that Hilda gets the feeling that foresight is probably something the woman before her has in spades. Why else embark on achieving something no one else has ever done before. The way Nami's tone changes catches her attention - mostly because she recognizes it as something she does.
She feigns thought. ]
Hmm...stay on board a ship with a dashing pirate or back to shore with muscly lifeguards. [ The little furrow between her brow melts away, replaced with a grin. ] As if I have to think about that. I'm happy to stay as long as you'll let me.
Waffle is huge! Maybe not as big as a dragon or a castle, but definitely taller and larger than me.
[ Granted, that isn't a difficult thing to achieve, but it still works for putting it in perspective. Point hopefully made she returns her arms to her side so as not to risk spilling her drink all over the deck of the ship. It might not have actually been Nami's but it would make a poor impression to make a mess of it.
It doesn't feel worth asking if that Hilda gets the feeling that foresight is probably something the woman before her has in spades. Why else embark on achieving something no one else has ever done before. The way Nami's tone changes catches her attention - mostly because she recognizes it as something she does.
She feigns thought. ]
Hmm...stay on board a ship with a dashing pirate or back to shore with muscly lifeguards. [ The little furrow between her brow melts away, replaced with a grin. ] As if I have to think about that. I'm happy to stay as long as you'll let me.
[ It's past the days when people turned into monsters and all, and Weiss is certainly late to the party. Hopefully Nami won't mind though. With Weiss' gift from the House, she's now keen on giving Nami a transformation.
Wherever she is, a well-dressed staff member approaches her or knocks on her door if she's at her suite. With him is a very large blue box tied with a silver satin ribbon.
"Special delivery for Ms. Nami."
As for who it's from? The staff will not say. They will hand a card to Nami though. The very, very neat handwriting should be a dead giveaway as to who wrote the card and who the box is from...
I know I'm the angel between the two of us, but I hope you'll try this on. I think it suits you too when you're heavensent.
Yours truly,
Weiss Schnee
Should Nami open the box, she'll find a white and lacy lingerie set along with a nice pair of shiny heels. What makes the box big though is the pair of wings that come with it. There's even a matching headband that looks like a fluffy halo.
Hopefully Nami likes the costume and is keen on showing Weiss how it looks. ]
Wherever she is, a well-dressed staff member approaches her or knocks on her door if she's at her suite. With him is a very large blue box tied with a silver satin ribbon.
"Special delivery for Ms. Nami."
As for who it's from? The staff will not say. They will hand a card to Nami though. The very, very neat handwriting should be a dead giveaway as to who wrote the card and who the box is from...
I know I'm the angel between the two of us, but I hope you'll try this on. I think it suits you too when you're heavensent.
Yours truly,
Weiss Schnee
Should Nami open the box, she'll find a white and lacy lingerie set along with a nice pair of shiny heels. What makes the box big though is the pair of wings that come with it. There's even a matching headband that looks like a fluffy halo.
Hopefully Nami likes the costume and is keen on showing Weiss how it looks. ]
[ Leave it to Weiss to know how to make Nami feel spoiled – though the massive, elegant wings waiting beyond the halo and the lingerie are an incredibly lush touch even she could not have expected.
After bringing her gift to her walk-in closet to change, Nami takes her time, admiring herself in the mirror for a while as she turns this way and that, the grin that appeared on her face while reading the note Weiss attached to the box lingering as she poses in the mirror.
Heavensent – that's a new one. A refreshing change from what she's been called in the past, and if it came from anyone but Weiss it stood a good chance to bring out the easy dismissiveness Nami wields against anything that threatens to get closer than she's ready for. Weiss is different, the kind of friend Nami's never been able to have before, and completely different from the pirates she's fallen in with.
Obviously a sexy photoshoot had to happen.
After more than an hour Weiss receives a series of shots: Nami, clad in her new outfit leaning against the railings of the balcony in her bedroom with the ocean behind her and the fake sunlight illuminating her wings, her sitting with her thighs spread, the white feathers standing out against the deep blue velvet of the fainting couch in her closet, standing with one foot propped on the seat of a chair inside the black lacquered interior of the bar in her suite, positioned, so Weiss can see the subtle way she lifts her panties and brings the line of her hips into clearer view.
Of course, there's also a message: ]
What do you think? I had to get Sanji's help with a few of these pictures, but I wanted to make sure you got the perfect view.
[ She almost offers to send a few more pictures of Sanji helping her do other things in the costume, but one thing at a time. ]
After bringing her gift to her walk-in closet to change, Nami takes her time, admiring herself in the mirror for a while as she turns this way and that, the grin that appeared on her face while reading the note Weiss attached to the box lingering as she poses in the mirror.
Heavensent – that's a new one. A refreshing change from what she's been called in the past, and if it came from anyone but Weiss it stood a good chance to bring out the easy dismissiveness Nami wields against anything that threatens to get closer than she's ready for. Weiss is different, the kind of friend Nami's never been able to have before, and completely different from the pirates she's fallen in with.
Obviously a sexy photoshoot had to happen.
After more than an hour Weiss receives a series of shots: Nami, clad in her new outfit leaning against the railings of the balcony in her bedroom with the ocean behind her and the fake sunlight illuminating her wings, her sitting with her thighs spread, the white feathers standing out against the deep blue velvet of the fainting couch in her closet, standing with one foot propped on the seat of a chair inside the black lacquered interior of the bar in her suite, positioned, so Weiss can see the subtle way she lifts her panties and brings the line of her hips into clearer view.
Of course, there's also a message: ]
What do you think? I had to get Sanji's help with a few of these pictures, but I wanted to make sure you got the perfect view.
[ She almost offers to send a few more pictures of Sanji helping her do other things in the costume, but one thing at a time. ]
[Luffy shows up on video in the same haphazard way one might expect after talking to him for more than a few seconds, grinning and bursting with excitement and barely in-frame, the unimpressive level 3/4 room in the background moving up and down in such a way that it's clear he's bouncing in place as he works his way through figuring out this new device.] Nami!!! Hey!! Can you see me? [He can talk to whoever he wants whenever he wants, apparently, so obviously he's calling her.]
Luffy! [ She can't conceal her relief, and for the moment is too happy to see him to bother trying to downplay the smile on her face - at least at first.
The more she looks past him and sees the narrow confines of the room he's messaging her from, the more Nami begins to look concerned. ]
Don't tell me they stuck you in the basement. [ It's then Luffy learns about another function of the watch as Nami drops a pin in the resort map it comes preloaded with, directing him to the secret passage leading to her suite in the back room of Red Cardinal. ] Come up. Sanji stays here too.
The more she looks past him and sees the narrow confines of the room he's messaging her from, the more Nami begins to look concerned. ]
Don't tell me they stuck you in the basement. [ It's then Luffy learns about another function of the watch as Nami drops a pin in the resort map it comes preloaded with, directing him to the secret passage leading to her suite in the back room of Red Cardinal. ] Come up. Sanji stays here too.
Location: My current 10th Floor Suite.
Please RSVP and feel free to bring a plus one.
[ on the morning of december 25, which hua cheng has come to understand is christmas day, a knock on the door will herald the arrival of a gift. it's nestled in a box and wrapped in paper of his signature crimson and tied with a gold ribbon, both very auspicious colors for such an auspicious(?) holiday!
the box, when opened, contains a palm-sized magical compass not unlike this. it's comprised of eight concentric rings, each etched with different characters (in hua cheng's perennially terrible calligraphy) and painted images (which are much, much better than the calligraphy), and accompanied by a handwritten guide that explains the meaning of each. the gist is that she can use combinations of characters and drawings to describe to the compass an object or a desire, and the needle will then point her in the right direction.
along with the compass is a brief note from hua cheng, thankfully in a neater hand than the characters inscribed on the compass. ]
Xiaojie —
May you find everything your heart seeks and more.
— Chengzhu
the box, when opened, contains a palm-sized magical compass not unlike this. it's comprised of eight concentric rings, each etched with different characters (in hua cheng's perennially terrible calligraphy) and painted images (which are much, much better than the calligraphy), and accompanied by a handwritten guide that explains the meaning of each. the gist is that she can use combinations of characters and drawings to describe to the compass an object or a desire, and the needle will then point her in the right direction.
along with the compass is a brief note from hua cheng, thankfully in a neater hand than the characters inscribed on the compass. ]
Xiaojie —
May you find everything your heart seeks and more.
— Chengzhu
If I ever get out of here and back on the Grand Line where I'm supposed to be, this compass better point towards where I can come and bring you with me.
they need buddy tattoos or at the very least one of those bff necklaces
cartographie
- 2024-12-31 01:28 (UTC) - Expand[Hiyori and Nami may not be too close, but he likes picking out gifts for people. And after seeing how Rinne's departure affected her, he feels like he ought to do something nice. Even just something small.
On the 25th, Nami will receive a delivery. The first item is an inflatable pirate raft (bottom left design) meant for holding drinks! He's been inside her suite before, and he recalls seeing the huge indoor pool (complete with the equally huge waterslide). He also knows she's a drinker. Now the alcohol can float freely at her pool parties!
As for the second gift? It's a big paper map of Japan. He didn't get it framed or anything, because he figured she'd have other uses for it besides hanging it on her wall. In case it helps with your travel plans, he writes, remembering what she told him about the coordinates.
Merry Christmas!
The note is signed with Hiyori's signature.]
On the 25th, Nami will receive a delivery. The first item is an inflatable pirate raft (bottom left design) meant for holding drinks! He's been inside her suite before, and he recalls seeing the huge indoor pool (complete with the equally huge waterslide). He also knows she's a drinker. Now the alcohol can float freely at her pool parties!
As for the second gift? It's a big paper map of Japan. He didn't get it framed or anything, because he figured she'd have other uses for it besides hanging it on her wall. In case it helps with your travel plans, he writes, remembering what she told him about the coordinates.
Merry Christmas!
The note is signed with Hiyori's signature.]
it's kind of hilarious, how many times hiyori has made her cry
cartographie
2024-12-28 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Mysteriously, it's at the very second she unrolls the map that someone starts cutting onions in her suite, consequentially making her tear up all over again. Weird how that happens.
She won't hang it on her wall, but the map gets a special place of honor in the private drawing room that's sequestered away from the rest of her suite, where she'll use the coordinates etched on the back of that pendant to find exactly where, on the map, she's meant to go.
If such things were possible, that is – and she knows they aren't.
It takes a day before she sends a reply, long enough to ensure her game face is firmly fixed in place. Hiyori may be among the rare few who've seen Nami contend with An Emotion, but that doesn't mean she's going to make a habit out of it, hoping in time he'll recognize what a fluke that was. She's a con artist, a mapmaker, and a pirate – not someone who'll be forever dented in the feelings because one idiot wandered off. ]
Give me about a day's notice, but you and your partner should use my beach. I can get a dinner made for you two, there's a little pavilion by the shoreline for you to hang out in, it's a huge suite, me and the guys won't even know you're here.
She won't hang it on her wall, but the map gets a special place of honor in the private drawing room that's sequestered away from the rest of her suite, where she'll use the coordinates etched on the back of that pendant to find exactly where, on the map, she's meant to go.
If such things were possible, that is – and she knows they aren't.
It takes a day before she sends a reply, long enough to ensure her game face is firmly fixed in place. Hiyori may be among the rare few who've seen Nami contend with An Emotion, but that doesn't mean she's going to make a habit out of it, hoping in time he'll recognize what a fluke that was. She's a con artist, a mapmaker, and a pirate – not someone who'll be forever dented in the feelings because one idiot wandered off. ]
Give me about a day's notice, but you and your partner should use my beach. I can get a dinner made for you two, there's a little pavilion by the shoreline for you to hang out in, it's a huge suite, me and the guys won't even know you're here.
Edited 2024-12-28 04:01 (UTC)
voice: un: redhairpirate, randomly, super late in the middle of the night
shanksyourfeels
2025-01-02 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If Shanks is feeling vulnerable, or morose, his tone doesn't show it, airy as ever. ]
Nami, by any chance are you up? I wouldn't mind the company if you can spare it.
If not, there's no issue.
Nami, by any chance are you up? I wouldn't mind the company if you can spare it.
If not, there's no issue.
Yeah, I can spare it. [ Her voice is rich with sleep, but there's the unmistakable sounds of rustling as Nami climbs out of bed and looks around for something to throw on. ] Your place or mine?
[ cntd ]
Very proper. [ There's a soft fondness hanging in every word, another manifestation of all that vulnerability she's kept back and out of reach until enough time at the resort made it painfully clear that wasn't an option in a place like this, and Basch made it obvious there was no reason to keep hiding as much of herself as she could. ]
So proper, I think you should make a habit out of it.
[ Which is technically still telling him to, but she's charmed off her guard enough to want to make it clear Basch is welcome to occupy all the time he likes of hers.
As he lifts the sport coat out of her hold, Nami's eyebrows raise as her choice is met with unexpected confidence from Basch. ]
Is that so? [ Her head cocks in the direction of the line of fitting rooms, lips pursed in a barely suppressed grin. ] I'm ready to be impressed.
[ 👻 ]
[ Even as she's left squirming from it, Nami enjoys every second of the way Hua Cheng determinedly pushes her past the edge of her orgasm, enough to end up grinning almost drunkenly while her tongue licks into his mouth. He draws himself up, and she leans into him, tugging his hair before she detangles her fingers, running her hand down his back instead.
The unguarded smile on her face hangs around after they pull back from each other, and Hua Cheng's suggestion draws an almost wolfish chuckle out of Nami. She tilts her chin up, lifting her eyebrows as she nods in agreement. ]
Lucky for me, there's still a lot left to watch. [ In truth, Nami doesn't know or care what's happening in the arena. She just wanted to make it clear how much time she's going to invest in riding him while they're exhilaratingly close to being completely exposed. Her thigh tenses against his hips one more time in a passing show of affection before she gets back to her feet, shoulders rolling easily as she enjoys the sight of Hua Cheng getting comfortable on the stately throne she's been supplied.
Nami looks sly as she turns around, one hand resting on the armrest of the chair while she straddles his hips, one hand ghosting between her thighs to briefly part her folds, letting him see the flushed slickness of her cunt before she reaches lower and lets those wetted up fingers rub over the head of his cock. ]
I bet we make everybody want a private box of their own.
[ Her teeth catch her lower lip as she moves back and lets herself sink onto his cock, catching a moan before it can escape as her cunt shudders around him. ]
Edited 2025-01-11 02:15 (UTC)
[ cntd ]
Likewise, dating is a fairly new concept for Nami, as well – something she's only really gotten a chance to partake in since her arrival at the casino (without the intention of swindling her date blind, at least). The question he follows her remark up with gets an almost sheepish, if not fully flustered and stressed out, look before she lifts her shoulders in a shrug. "Ask me when we're not being consumed by horrors."
The tentacle around her waist tightens, as if to drive the point home that being consumed by horrors is a very real possibility, and Nami gives a yelp of objection as she feels her feet leave the ground while a pair of more slender tentacles rove over her body, one coiling around her breast as the other sneaks up her thigh, sending a shockwave of feeling through her, ensuring it's little more than a breathy squeak when she speaks again.
"Sex is involved? You mean..." Nami trails off as the tentacle kneading her breast starts to tease her nipple over her top, making her squirm in the creature's hold as she scrabbles to try and grab onto Loki.
"What are we gonna do?"
As fond of a promised payout as she is, Nami's eyebrows raise dubiously when the dice settle and Zoro gets right to the point. Her eyes dart from the dice, to his face, and back again. "Seriously?" She shifts closer, still dubious, and bends one of her arms, offering him her elbow. Nothing about this casino is normal, and this interaction is no exception to the rule, but it is distracting enough to make her pause her interrogating him about where he came from before she gets the chance to start. Once they're one large payout richer, he'll no longer be safe from the flurry of questions lingering in the back of her mind.
Nami's lips purse as she watches Zoro intently, only aware of the fact that she's been holding her breath once he draws close to follow through on the dice roll.
"Great, off to a weird start," she mutters once it's her turn to roll, shaking the dice before she lets them tumble across the surface of the table.
"Bite chest."
Pointedly ignoring the heat creeping up the back of her neck, she looks at him, doing her best to see nonchalant. "Do you want to pick the spot?"
Zoro won't come outright and say it, but Nami's presence brings him more comfort than the aloof expression on his face might betray. He's been a lone wolf for most of his life, and this feeling now is telling him something about himself: he's gotten used to being part of a crew.
Her dubiousness almost makes him laugh, but he settles for a soft chuckle. Moving a step closer to meet her halfway, he steadies her arm by the tricep and presses a light kiss on her elbow. Easy.
He notices Nami is a bit...nervous? Uneasy? He doesn't blame her, and he doesn't say anything about it. Yet. Even if he is a little tempted to tease by asking if she'd rather he kiss somewhere else.
Her dice land.
Oh. Zoro starts shrugging off his jacket and stripping off his shirt. Perhaps others might find the move unnecessary, but to him it's practical. He drapes his clothes on the back of a chair and meets her gaze, focusing on progress rather than how this combo makes him feel.
"The spot is chest," he responds unhelpfully, and one might think he's being obtuse if there wasn't the hint of a grin at the corner of his lips. He stands facing her, but this time he doesn't move closer, letting Nami be the one to close the gap between them when she's ready.
Afterwards, he rolls the dice again. Lick Thigh. A pause, then he looks at his crewmate. "You wanna sit for this?"
Her dubiousness almost makes him laugh, but he settles for a soft chuckle. Moving a step closer to meet her halfway, he steadies her arm by the tricep and presses a light kiss on her elbow. Easy.
He notices Nami is a bit...nervous? Uneasy? He doesn't blame her, and he doesn't say anything about it. Yet. Even if he is a little tempted to tease by asking if she'd rather he kiss somewhere else.
Her dice land.
Oh. Zoro starts shrugging off his jacket and stripping off his shirt. Perhaps others might find the move unnecessary, but to him it's practical. He drapes his clothes on the back of a chair and meets her gaze, focusing on progress rather than how this combo makes him feel.
"The spot is chest," he responds unhelpfully, and one might think he's being obtuse if there wasn't the hint of a grin at the corner of his lips. He stands facing her, but this time he doesn't move closer, letting Nami be the one to close the gap between them when she's ready.
Afterwards, he rolls the dice again. Lick Thigh. A pause, then he looks at his crewmate. "You wanna sit for this?"
[Since when does Scott Summers ever turn down an invitation to hang out at the arcade? Never. He's just a little surprised that Nami is the one that invited him! Look, he still remembers their first meeting, where she abruptly slapped him across the face, but... things have gotten better since then. He can admit that. With uh, full confidence. Scott barely stops himself from flushing right out in public as he recalls their last meeting and how all previous misunderstandings and upset feelings disappeared with that. They both made that clear with each other. And on the bed.
But yeah, it's nice. It's like they're starting over and he's on board with that. Plus, arcade.
He's dressed in his usual plain clothes, jeans and a shirt with a jacket, because he honestly isn't thinking that this is anything but just hanging out at an arcade and playing games and winning prizes. It'll be fun and he's looking forward to it, the mutant hanging out in the front of the arcade and tuning out the sounds coming from there as he waits for her.
He's a little early, but it's fine.]
But yeah, it's nice. It's like they're starting over and he's on board with that. Plus, arcade.
He's dressed in his usual plain clothes, jeans and a shirt with a jacket, because he honestly isn't thinking that this is anything but just hanging out at an arcade and playing games and winning prizes. It'll be fun and he's looking forward to it, the mutant hanging out in the front of the arcade and tuning out the sounds coming from there as he waits for her.
He's a little early, but it's fine.]
[ Like Scott, Nami doesn't get too dressed up, although for her, it's more out of a conscious want not to look like she fretted over herself too much on his account, a denim skirt and an emerald green tank top with a short black jacket worn over the top, and she's off. She likes him, even if they did get off on a weird foot, but her approach to revealing that fact can be more guarded than anything else, a holdout from the years spent protecting herself and everyone around her by being as distant as she could. Still, she wants more of the sweetness that passed between them over the course of that afternoon spent together in a room she argued her way into. A date is a good place to begin.
Not too early but still a handful of minutes before the time she told him, Nami arrives to find Scott already waiting for her, and has to hang back for a moment to tamp the smile already forming on her face back down to a reasonable level. ]
Been waiting long? [ She speaks up and announces her presence once she's close enough to reach out and briefly touch his arm. ] Hey.
Not too early but still a handful of minutes before the time she told him, Nami arrives to find Scott already waiting for her, and has to hang back for a moment to tamp the smile already forming on her face back down to a reasonable level. ]
Been waiting long? [ She speaks up and announces her presence once she's close enough to reach out and briefly touch his arm. ] Hey.
[ thread ]
[ Her mouth meets his, the urgency hanging in the way she kisses him, further fueled by the satisfied grin curling over her lips. Maybe it shouldn't be as thrilling as it is to be on the receiving end of Sanji's selfishness, but it reminds her of that now faded connection brought on by their brief foray into undeath, and, not for the first time, the thought makes her wish for its return.
Thankfully, Sanji doesn't let her thoughts dwell too long on anything, effortlessly pulling her strings and pushing her buttons, until the heat needling between her thighs is flaring to life, leaving her slick to the touch when his hand moves up her skirt to push her panties to the side. Her hand slides through his hair, as she draws close to capture his mouth one more time before Sanji's lips find her neck, the sensation pairing with the steady strum of his fingertips against her clit, making her gasp sharply as her hips roll up, moving closer to his touch. ] I think if I get to come on your tongue every time we go on a date, it's gonna happen often.
[ Nami relents her hold on him as he kisses down her body, the sight of him making her thighs part wider, as her hands rove over his shoulders, her fingers curling almost possessively in the fabric of his shirt. ]
Edited 2025-02-18 04:05 (UTC)
( from here! )
[ hua cheng's orgasm takes him by surprise, and it's only by the grace of eight centuries of self-control that he manages not to make it totally obvious. it's just—what is he supposed to do, when nami says something that paints so vivid an image in his mind? the idea of her getting on her knees and sucking his clit until he squirts all over her is so fucking potent and the jolt of heat in response is so immediate that hua cheng, in this fragile state, never stood a chance.his fingers clutch at the cushion underneath him and he goes utterly still, trying his very best to keep his expression level and forgetting that, in some ways, an absence of response is just as much of a tell as a moan would be. his thighs quiver almost imperceptibly, and his breathing quiets entirely—the only obvious signs are the flush that crosses his cheeks and, of course, the fact that his cunt clenches tight and then spasms with the waves of his climax, gushing wet enough to make a small puddle between his thighs.
so, if he were thinking straight, hua cheng would realize how hopelessly he's just lost their game. but he has very little room for coherent thought in his mind, and he's stupid enough with pleasure to think that there's a chance he might have hidden it—which is why he doesn't immediately remove the toy, instead allowing it to continue thrumming inside him even as the stimulation leaves him unbearably sensitive. ]
I'll still— [ his voice comes out throaty and raw, and he has to clear his throat to continue. ] I'm still amenable to it later, even if you lose.
[ says the loser. oh well. ]
Haah... I wish I could put my tongue inside you and taste you while you come.
[ For a girl who had never considered herself the outdoorsy type there is something surprisingly freeing and powerful about running through the forest like this. Even if it is just one within the conservatory, all part of this ridiculously elaborate game that she's now trapped in. Now at least, Mitsuru is beginning to embrace her new role this round as an Alpha. It's not like the hormones coursing through her body right now would leave her with any room for hesitation.
She is out here with a purpose now, to find and mate with an Omega, to claim them as hers. Fortunately she thinks she might have scented the perfect choice. She pauses to call out to her target, coming to a stop in a clearing amongst the trees. ]
Nami?
[ She can't put into words how she can identify that the scent of this particular omega up ahead of her is her friend- the one she's been trailing with absolute fixation as it happens- only that she knows it is. It has to be. If she really were some kind of beast the she swears her nostrils might have dilated, as another hit of that beautifully alluring sweet scent reaches her in a wave. She has to be close by. ]
She is out here with a purpose now, to find and mate with an Omega, to claim them as hers. Fortunately she thinks she might have scented the perfect choice. She pauses to call out to her target, coming to a stop in a clearing amongst the trees. ]
Nami?
[ She can't put into words how she can identify that the scent of this particular omega up ahead of her is her friend- the one she's been trailing with absolute fixation as it happens- only that she knows it is. It has to be. If she really were some kind of beast the she swears her nostrils might have dilated, as another hit of that beautifully alluring sweet scent reaches her in a wave. She has to be close by. ]
[ The not unpleasant scent of fine paper and orange blossom, underpinned with the strong spice of bay rum, hangs in the air Nami moves through while she lost in the ironclad hold of her heat. Every step leaves her aching, nipples pebbled against the sheer black fabric of her bra, teased by the brush of fabric right along with her cunt, still covered by panties, but soaked through to the point that wet clings to her thighs and fills the air with her need.
She's never felt so ready to submit and to give, to part her thighs and let her mate consume her in whatever way they wish, to take advantage of the hunger that cords its way through her entire being.
The clamor of her gnawing need is pervasive, but not so much that the sound of Mitsuru's voice doesn't puncture it instantly. Nami stills, exhaling a trembling breath as her eyes sweep the surrounding forest, listening, inhaling the scent radiating off of Mitsuru's skin. Enthralled, even at a distance, Nami moves towards where every cell in her body is telling her, her mate is waiting, her hands idly curling in the waist of her panties, incidentally drawing the fabric tighter against the folds of her cunt, teasing herself without meaning to.
That friction ensures her blue eyes are blazing when they finally land on the familiar, beautiful shape of Mitsuru, her silhouette beckoning against the verdant backdrop of the forest. ]
I needed you to find me.
[ Nami's voice shakes, her hold loosening as she eases her panties off and casts them aside along with her bra, earnestly revealing her body to Mitsuru, doing everything she can to compel the other woman to give her what she needs. ]
My cunt got so wet just from waiting for you to claim me.
[ She shivers at the thought while coming to a stop just outside of arm's reach, so her hand can drift down and press the flats of her fingers against the outer folds of her cunt, the slight pressure parting herself to give the woman she needs to fuck her a clear view of how flushed and wet she's become in anticipation. ]
She's never felt so ready to submit and to give, to part her thighs and let her mate consume her in whatever way they wish, to take advantage of the hunger that cords its way through her entire being.
The clamor of her gnawing need is pervasive, but not so much that the sound of Mitsuru's voice doesn't puncture it instantly. Nami stills, exhaling a trembling breath as her eyes sweep the surrounding forest, listening, inhaling the scent radiating off of Mitsuru's skin. Enthralled, even at a distance, Nami moves towards where every cell in her body is telling her, her mate is waiting, her hands idly curling in the waist of her panties, incidentally drawing the fabric tighter against the folds of her cunt, teasing herself without meaning to.
That friction ensures her blue eyes are blazing when they finally land on the familiar, beautiful shape of Mitsuru, her silhouette beckoning against the verdant backdrop of the forest. ]
I needed you to find me.
[ Nami's voice shakes, her hold loosening as she eases her panties off and casts them aside along with her bra, earnestly revealing her body to Mitsuru, doing everything she can to compel the other woman to give her what she needs. ]
My cunt got so wet just from waiting for you to claim me.
[ She shivers at the thought while coming to a stop just outside of arm's reach, so her hand can drift down and press the flats of her fingers against the outer folds of her cunt, the slight pressure parting herself to give the woman she needs to fuck her a clear view of how flushed and wet she's become in anticipation. ]
[ The second time Sanji enters the Omegadome, it's with the full knowledge of what to expect. And he still loses himself almost instantly.
His memories of last time are still vivid and sharp, as full of detail as the world around them, and it's because of that a few afternoons later when Nami's perched on his lap, both of his arms wrapped loosely around her waist as she reads a book that he idly mentions the idea of going back, just the two of them, when she's finished reading. It doesn't take long for that hypothetical to become definitive as they walk back to the conservatory, hand in hand, fingers threaded together, before separating.
After all, the chase and the hunt are part of the fun.
Just like before, his rut slams into him fast. All it takes is a few minutes before he starts to feel it– that urgent, bone-deep need that manages to quickly fill every crevice of his mind and body– and a few more before he's deep in the throes of it, skin flushed, heart racing, every inch of him aching to find his mate and bury his cock deep inside her. Surrounded by lush jungle and poshly decorated cabins, his head pitches back as he tries to catch her scent– Nami's scent– on the air. There are a handful of other omegas, a few alphas, and even a beta or two, but not her.
It doesn't even strike him how off the description of the game that is. Whatever else is true, his body remembers a simple, straight-forward fact: Nami is his. She's his, she's who he needs right now, and it makes him bristle that he can't find her scent. And yet the thought of tracking her down sends a chill rushing right down his spine, a sudden thrill as he darts forward, frantically searching in a haphazard pattern. It's unlike Sanji, whose nature as a cook is methodical and deliberate, who knows the importance of taking his time and doing things right the first time. But even without her near, his blood is running hotter than a summer day, as an urgent, desperate need to find her gnaws at him from the inside. It's a need with two sides, two facets that are equally important– a desperate, protective need that demands he keep her safe and something far more primal that desires her in a myriad of ways he can't even begin to explain.
And with every moment that passes without catching her scent, it grows even more frantic.
It feels like hours have passed in his search– in reality, it's only been moments– when he finally catches her scent. It's so damn familiar that he'd know it anywhere, knows it even outside of this place, when his mind isn't ruled by instincts that make him sprint as fast as he can, growling when another alpha crosses his path and delivering a swift kick to send him reeling. ]
Nami!! [ Sanji's voice is a low, throaty growl as he rounds a corner and spots that brilliant flash of tangerine hair near a small pool, a cherry tree thick with blossoms rising over it, the pang of relief doing nothing to sooth the frantic needs– to hold her, to kiss her, to fill her, to mark her, to fuck her, to knot her, to adore her– that rage inside him. Dashing forward at full speed, he doesn't give her the chance to escape, one arm wrapping so tight around her waist, there's no chance of escape, as his mouth descends on hers in a rush of greedy hunger, claiming it in a hard kiss. ]
Found you. [ It's a low, throaty murmur as he nuzzles his face against the crook of her neck in the next instant, breathing in her scent with a low, husky groan as his head spins and his cock aches, straining so hard against his slacks that it makes him want to whimper, at how perfect she smells. His lips part in the next instant, teeth bared as he finds that spot, that perfect spot, high on her neck, and marks her with a quick bite and a greedy suck. ] Mine. [ It's a low groan as he gently brushes a kiss to the blossoming mark, fingers tangling in her hair as he captures her mouth in another kiss a heartbeat later. ] My Nami. My mate. You're mine.
His memories of last time are still vivid and sharp, as full of detail as the world around them, and it's because of that a few afternoons later when Nami's perched on his lap, both of his arms wrapped loosely around her waist as she reads a book that he idly mentions the idea of going back, just the two of them, when she's finished reading. It doesn't take long for that hypothetical to become definitive as they walk back to the conservatory, hand in hand, fingers threaded together, before separating.
After all, the chase and the hunt are part of the fun.
Just like before, his rut slams into him fast. All it takes is a few minutes before he starts to feel it– that urgent, bone-deep need that manages to quickly fill every crevice of his mind and body– and a few more before he's deep in the throes of it, skin flushed, heart racing, every inch of him aching to find his mate and bury his cock deep inside her. Surrounded by lush jungle and poshly decorated cabins, his head pitches back as he tries to catch her scent– Nami's scent– on the air. There are a handful of other omegas, a few alphas, and even a beta or two, but not her.
It doesn't even strike him how off the description of the game that is. Whatever else is true, his body remembers a simple, straight-forward fact: Nami is his. She's his, she's who he needs right now, and it makes him bristle that he can't find her scent. And yet the thought of tracking her down sends a chill rushing right down his spine, a sudden thrill as he darts forward, frantically searching in a haphazard pattern. It's unlike Sanji, whose nature as a cook is methodical and deliberate, who knows the importance of taking his time and doing things right the first time. But even without her near, his blood is running hotter than a summer day, as an urgent, desperate need to find her gnaws at him from the inside. It's a need with two sides, two facets that are equally important– a desperate, protective need that demands he keep her safe and something far more primal that desires her in a myriad of ways he can't even begin to explain.
And with every moment that passes without catching her scent, it grows even more frantic.
It feels like hours have passed in his search– in reality, it's only been moments– when he finally catches her scent. It's so damn familiar that he'd know it anywhere, knows it even outside of this place, when his mind isn't ruled by instincts that make him sprint as fast as he can, growling when another alpha crosses his path and delivering a swift kick to send him reeling. ]
Nami!! [ Sanji's voice is a low, throaty growl as he rounds a corner and spots that brilliant flash of tangerine hair near a small pool, a cherry tree thick with blossoms rising over it, the pang of relief doing nothing to sooth the frantic needs– to hold her, to kiss her, to fill her, to mark her, to fuck her, to knot her, to adore her– that rage inside him. Dashing forward at full speed, he doesn't give her the chance to escape, one arm wrapping so tight around her waist, there's no chance of escape, as his mouth descends on hers in a rush of greedy hunger, claiming it in a hard kiss. ]
Found you. [ It's a low, throaty murmur as he nuzzles his face against the crook of her neck in the next instant, breathing in her scent with a low, husky groan as his head spins and his cock aches, straining so hard against his slacks that it makes him want to whimper, at how perfect she smells. His lips part in the next instant, teeth bared as he finds that spot, that perfect spot, high on her neck, and marks her with a quick bite and a greedy suck. ] Mine. [ It's a low groan as he gently brushes a kiss to the blossoming mark, fingers tangling in her hair as he captures her mouth in another kiss a heartbeat later. ] My Nami. My mate. You're mine.
[ The voracity is the same, as is the way her awareness sharpens until she can't breathe without inhaling wisps of his scent as it drifts her way on the breeze, but this time, she knows what to expect from the strength of her heat. That isn't to say she's somehow more composed than her first time at the whims of the dome and her own gnawing lust, but they came here together, she knows he's out there, and it won't be long until Sanji finds her and gives her exactly what she needs.
As keyed up as she is, her imagination seems to take on a life of its own, needing no help or encouragement to send a parade of heated memories through Nami's mind, each one so vivid and potent they're enough to make her steps slow to a stagger.
She aches in a way that leaves the air charged with restlessness, her nipples pebbled hard against the fabric of her bra, making it difficult to do anything but breathe deeply as her hands grasp at the short hem of her dress. Impatience leaves her nerves frayed and her cunt aching insistently, her folds flushed and soaked to the point where she can feel every step she takes.
But as distracted as she is, she still wants to be won, not just overtaken. Something in the air shifts, and a base, primal part of Nami knows, right down to the marrow of her bones, that he's trailing her. A frisson of pleasure makes her shoulders roll as a grin spreads across her face. Her body burns to be found, but she moves anyway, putting on enough speed to get some distance between them before the pool she approaches draws her eye, making her go still long enough for Sanji's arms to close around her. He's strong and warm against her, the familiar shape of his chest all it takes to make Nami's already thundering heart skip around. ]
All yours. [ Her eyelashes flutter closed as she breathes the word out, hot and quiet on the air as her hands scrabble for purchase on his arms, the blunt crescents of her nails digging lightly into skin when his teeth dig sharply against her neck. They don't have fangs anymore, unfortunately, but she gasps just as sharply regardless, every cell in her body seeming to focus on every part of him she can at once. ] Sanji, I can't wait anymore– [ The need in her voice is reflected in the firm, eager way Nami grinds her ass against the thickening line of his cock as it strains against the front of his pants. Greed makes it so it's no longer than a heartbeat before the motion frustrates her, making her lift her ass so her cunt presses flush against his cock through his pants, wet and hot enough to be felt even through the layers of fabric. ] Make me yours again and again.
As keyed up as she is, her imagination seems to take on a life of its own, needing no help or encouragement to send a parade of heated memories through Nami's mind, each one so vivid and potent they're enough to make her steps slow to a stagger.
She aches in a way that leaves the air charged with restlessness, her nipples pebbled hard against the fabric of her bra, making it difficult to do anything but breathe deeply as her hands grasp at the short hem of her dress. Impatience leaves her nerves frayed and her cunt aching insistently, her folds flushed and soaked to the point where she can feel every step she takes.
But as distracted as she is, she still wants to be won, not just overtaken. Something in the air shifts, and a base, primal part of Nami knows, right down to the marrow of her bones, that he's trailing her. A frisson of pleasure makes her shoulders roll as a grin spreads across her face. Her body burns to be found, but she moves anyway, putting on enough speed to get some distance between them before the pool she approaches draws her eye, making her go still long enough for Sanji's arms to close around her. He's strong and warm against her, the familiar shape of his chest all it takes to make Nami's already thundering heart skip around. ]
All yours. [ Her eyelashes flutter closed as she breathes the word out, hot and quiet on the air as her hands scrabble for purchase on his arms, the blunt crescents of her nails digging lightly into skin when his teeth dig sharply against her neck. They don't have fangs anymore, unfortunately, but she gasps just as sharply regardless, every cell in her body seeming to focus on every part of him she can at once. ] Sanji, I can't wait anymore– [ The need in her voice is reflected in the firm, eager way Nami grinds her ass against the thickening line of his cock as it strains against the front of his pants. Greed makes it so it's no longer than a heartbeat before the motion frustrates her, making her lift her ass so her cunt presses flush against his cock through his pants, wet and hot enough to be felt even through the layers of fabric. ] Make me yours again and again.
Again? Hang on.
[ Then she drops about 40 pins between where his location is and where hers is. ]
[ Then she drops about 40 pins between where his location is and where hers is. ]
hey. i was wondering if you could help me with something once we're home.
[ tifa still hasn't really had a chance to get used to much of this place (not that she expects she ever really will, not quite as easily as some others seem to take it), when suddenly those profiles are released. the nerves kick in strong, wanting to hide herself at the kind of attention she might be subject to, now that suggestions like that are placed so publicly.
as she thumbs through some of the other profile, she comes across a familiar face, someone she had spontaneously gotten a bit involved with, someone she'd all too instantly come to admire. maybe that's what makes it easier for her to reach out. ]
hey. i guess those profile things are pretty standard for this kind of place. but
[ but? she chews lightly on her lips, thinking about her words. ]
i guess i just wanted to check in with you. just to see how you're doing.
as she thumbs through some of the other profile, she comes across a familiar face, someone she had spontaneously gotten a bit involved with, someone she'd all too instantly come to admire. maybe that's what makes it easier for her to reach out. ]
hey. i guess those profile things are pretty standard for this kind of place. but
[ but? she chews lightly on her lips, thinking about her words. ]
i guess i just wanted to check in with you. just to see how you're doing.
[ Well, this is a surprise. Not the part where she and Tifa reconnect after their first meeting, that Nami hoped would happen, but being checked in on like this? It's new. Most of the people she knows at the resort know Nami's been here a long time, long enough to manage to be wholly underwhelmed with most of what the House throws at its occupants. If anything, she's typically the one doing the checking, the change is unexpected, but, nice, considering who it comes from. ]
At least it called me rich, but the idiot part is pretty obnoxious. Not like I'm attracting them on purpose.
It looked like you didn't make it to yours in time either, too bad you couldn't edit and put kicking the shit out of people who talk about your chest like that in your turn-ons.
If you need a break, you're welcome to come up here anytime.
At least it called me rich, but the idiot part is pretty obnoxious. Not like I'm attracting them on purpose.
It looked like you didn't make it to yours in time either, too bad you couldn't edit and put kicking the shit out of people who talk about your chest like that in your turn-ons.
If you need a break, you're welcome to come up here anytime.
[Following this conversation, Nami will receive a delivery sometime before noon the next day. The wrapping is just a standard Golden Peacock-branded bag, same as any that might hold a gift shop purchase, but inside it is a navy blue sweater plucked straight from Nanami's closet.
There is also a handwritten note, which reads: To wear as you please. I only ask that you not involve others. I'll return later to collect it.]
There is also a handwritten note, which reads: To wear as you please. I only ask that you not involve others. I'll return later to collect it.]
I wouldn't involve others, this is all for me.
[ Attached, a picture of her in his sweater and a pair of black thigh-high stockings topped with ornate lace. ]
[ Attached, a picture of her in his sweater and a pair of black thigh-high stockings topped with ornate lace. ]
[ cntd ]
[ As keyed up as she is, all it takes is that first upward thrust of his hips to leave her shuddering and angling her body to let herself sink onto his cock. Unable to think or speak beyond the whispered curses that tumble past her lips as her senses reel blissfully over finally having this voracious need met at last.
Her hands settle on his sides as Nami braces herself to move against him, the wet sound of her cunt lewd in the air as she rolls her hips with mounting speed, driving herself onto him again and again. ]
[ The sound of her, the smell of her, it all drives him crazier with every pistoning drop of her thighs. The vise she has him in is paradise; he's never felt anything so electric in his young life, and he would do anything for her in this moment.
Planting his feet on the soft grass for better leverage, Luffy matches her rough pace with the loud slap of skin against skin. Her thighs and buttocks bounce for his cock, hungry for it as their owner. But the strength behind his thin frame is inhuman, and if it wasn't for the bruising grip on her waist, nothing but an iron will would have kept her on his lap. ]
Planting his feet on the soft grass for better leverage, Luffy matches her rough pace with the loud slap of skin against skin. Her thighs and buttocks bounce for his cock, hungry for it as their owner. But the strength behind his thin frame is inhuman, and if it wasn't for the bruising grip on her waist, nothing but an iron will would have kept her on his lap. ]
to my dearest and sweetest nami ♡
a woman lovelier than any sunrise
you hold my heart in the palm of your hand
my favorite moments are the ones by your side
i am yours without question my devotion grand
i would ask that you join me soon for a tour and surprise
your sanji
a woman lovelier than any sunrise
you hold my heart in the palm of your hand
my favorite moments are the ones by your side
i am yours without question my devotion grand
i would ask that you join me soon for a tour and surprise
your sanji
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