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cartographie) wrote2023-12-31 05:30 pm
cartographie) wrote2023-12-31 05:30 pm
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[ She can more than appreciate the sincere bravado with which Astra bats back her previous attempt to brush off the question, and Nami finds herself laughing as she gives the other woman a slow shake of her head. ]
Keep it up, I won't even need a kiss.
[ One corner of her mouth curves into a lopsided grin before she's back to picking at the massive wedding dress in her arms, strolling towards a shallow cave situated on the edge of a pool of water. ]
If you know how to use a rod, I can make you one. Since we're going to have to do everything for ourselves until we get out of here. Find food, build shelter– [ A beat. Her tone painfully deadpan when she adds: ] Somehow avoid falling in love.
Edited 2025-04-26 20:58 (UTC)
[ooc: Continued from here]
If you got a plan, I'm all ears. Or are ya makin' me your lackey now?
[Since she's a Queen, or so she says, that means that he might be able to leave as long as she vouches for him, right? He's not sure what that entails exactly, so he's cautious, but so far she seems more haunted than interested in him. It's a weird feeling, and he's not sure what to make of it.]
If you got a plan, I'm all ears. Or are ya makin' me your lackey now?
[Since she's a Queen, or so she says, that means that he might be able to leave as long as she vouches for him, right? He's not sure what that entails exactly, so he's cautious, but so far she seems more haunted than interested in him. It's a weird feeling, and he's not sure what to make of it.]
[ Once more, it's late in the dead of the night, and randomly, Shanks sends out a message. ]
You awake and in your suite?
You awake and in your suite?
[ it's a random afternoon that nami will receive an image, just a simple one of tifa as she stands in front of a mirror, her gym clothes and her slightly sweat-damp skin suggesting she's just finished a work out. she flexes one arm, thin but strong as evident in the visible muscle of her bicep, a smile on her face knowing the picture is being especially sent in nami's direction. ]
You, me, and a bottle of wine, a long soak in the tub... Maybe nails after?
hey nami, this is layla, do you remember we spoke over text a while ago?
I just wanted to reach out and let you know your suggestion worked! ✨ I told the staff I would die from the lack of sex if I didn’t have a piano and a guitar in my room. you know, because I can only have sex to music or some dumb excuse like that—
( there’s a bit more yapping on her end before she finally got to the point. )
anyways 🧡🩷 I wanted to say thank you for the advice it really worked! they actually listened to me!
I just wanted to reach out and let you know your suggestion worked! ✨ I told the staff I would die from the lack of sex if I didn’t have a piano and a guitar in my room. you know, because I can only have sex to music or some dumb excuse like that—
( there’s a bit more yapping on her end before she finally got to the point. )
anyways 🧡🩷 I wanted to say thank you for the advice it really worked! they actually listened to me!
I don't suppose you've seen Red Hair around, have you?
[NOT THAT HE'S WORRIED.]
[NOT THAT HE'S WORRIED.]
[ It's late one afternoon when Sanji texts Nami out of the blue— not that there's anything usual about that— but this time, it's just a quick picture of him wearing nothing but a lacy, semi-sheer pair of lingerie made for men, a familiar grin plastered on his face as he winks playfully at the camera. ]
[ He's been, unintentionally, gone for a month. He knows there are at least two other people that aren't going to take well to that, so he handles Uta and Buggy with a bit more care than most. Nami is the same.
Shanks decides, rather than throw her a message, to show up at her door, freshly washed, hair still a bit damp, tangerine cocktail he picked up from a restaurant, made just for her. Then he knocks, and holds his breath. Of course, there's always a chance Nami isn't in at the moment, but if that's the case, he'll deal with that when there's no answer. ]
Shanks decides, rather than throw her a message, to show up at her door, freshly washed, hair still a bit damp, tangerine cocktail he picked up from a restaurant, made just for her. Then he knocks, and holds his breath. Of course, there's always a chance Nami isn't in at the moment, but if that's the case, he'll deal with that when there's no answer. ]
🎂 a citrus-y morning birthday bash (sanji + nami + zoro)
chiffonades
2025-07-04 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
It's reflex— and nearly a decade of practice under the old shitbag's watchful eye— that means that when Sanji wakes on the morning of Nami's birthday, it's early. Time can feel weird here, what with them confined to the inside of the resort, no sun or stars or sky to be seen, but it still feels early as he cracks open his eyes and quietly rolls his shoulder and neck, embracing wakefulness in the quiet of early morning.
It's warm, too, warm in the very best way, and it has nothing to do with the thick, fluffy blanket draped over the three of them– he and Nami and Zoro– that Sanji slowly peels off the three of them. Laying nearly flat on his back, Nami's head resting comfortably on his shoulder while Zoro's head rests on hers, for a minute, he just watches them both appreciatively, smile soft and fond, fingers inevitably sliding over their cheeks in a fond gesture while they both sleep.
As comfortable as he is, though, the importance of today– of Nami's birthday– shines through sleep-drunk thoughts like a beacon through the cloying darkness of the night. He and Zoro have already made plans– not that they need to, really, since even the hours spent in shared passion and pleasure last night have failed to keep his cock from stiffening, the curve and heft of it hot and hard against Nami's hip, just like every other night the three of them have spent together has failed at fully sating his lust the next morning. As gently and quietly as he can, Sanji shifts slightly, rolling more on his side, fingers sliding lightly down the soft, pale skin along the inside of her thigh, eventually lifting her leg and resting it on top of his.
It leaves her legs spread open, and the heft of his cock hard against her ass, as he buries his face against her neck, the soft scent of orange blossom still clinging to her skin, and gently mouths a few soft kisses. Those fingers slide back up her thigh, higher and higher, curling as the pads ghost over her cunt a few times, teasing her and finding it still slick and messy from all the times they both spent themselves deep inside her last night.
A heartbeat later and he's carefully reaching over to lightly grab Zoro by the shoulder, gently shaking him awake. When his eyes crack open, Sanji gives him a small grin– it's still early out, after all— murmuring as quietly as he can
"Morning, mosshead." He winks at him, pressing a soft kiss to the bare curve of Nami's shoulder, holding his gaze for a brief second before glancing down, trusting the swordsman to follow and look down to see Sanji's fingers spreading her cunt open invitingly, some of their cum still dripping out in thin droplets. "Help me wake up the birthday girl, yeah?"
It's warm, too, warm in the very best way, and it has nothing to do with the thick, fluffy blanket draped over the three of them– he and Nami and Zoro– that Sanji slowly peels off the three of them. Laying nearly flat on his back, Nami's head resting comfortably on his shoulder while Zoro's head rests on hers, for a minute, he just watches them both appreciatively, smile soft and fond, fingers inevitably sliding over their cheeks in a fond gesture while they both sleep.
As comfortable as he is, though, the importance of today– of Nami's birthday– shines through sleep-drunk thoughts like a beacon through the cloying darkness of the night. He and Zoro have already made plans– not that they need to, really, since even the hours spent in shared passion and pleasure last night have failed to keep his cock from stiffening, the curve and heft of it hot and hard against Nami's hip, just like every other night the three of them have spent together has failed at fully sating his lust the next morning. As gently and quietly as he can, Sanji shifts slightly, rolling more on his side, fingers sliding lightly down the soft, pale skin along the inside of her thigh, eventually lifting her leg and resting it on top of his.
It leaves her legs spread open, and the heft of his cock hard against her ass, as he buries his face against her neck, the soft scent of orange blossom still clinging to her skin, and gently mouths a few soft kisses. Those fingers slide back up her thigh, higher and higher, curling as the pads ghost over her cunt a few times, teasing her and finding it still slick and messy from all the times they both spent themselves deep inside her last night.
A heartbeat later and he's carefully reaching over to lightly grab Zoro by the shoulder, gently shaking him awake. When his eyes crack open, Sanji gives him a small grin– it's still early out, after all— murmuring as quietly as he can
"Morning, mosshead." He winks at him, pressing a soft kiss to the bare curve of Nami's shoulder, holding his gaze for a brief second before glancing down, trusting the swordsman to follow and look down to see Sanji's fingers spreading her cunt open invitingly, some of their cum still dripping out in thin droplets. "Help me wake up the birthday girl, yeah?"
Edited 2025-07-04 02:59 (UTC)
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