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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.
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
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
[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.]
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.
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?"
[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.]
( 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 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.
[ 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.
[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.]
[ 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. ]
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