chiffonades: (smiling)
s a n j i ([personal profile] chiffonades) wrote in [personal profile] cartographie 2025-05-19 07:29 pm (UTC)

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[ The path to Sanji sequestering himself away in one of Nami’s guest rooms, a pair of fake dog ears and a wicked plug with a bushy tail— fur a brilliant gold— in hand, starts, of course, with another tantalizing picture of her that leads straight to them stumbling across a pair of black cat ears in a box of toys. There’s banter, of course, the heated kind that always happens between greedy kisses and sounds of wordless pleasure, and one things leads to another before he’s suggesting that he could be her puppy, if she wanted, that he could done a pair of ears and do as she asked and prove that he was good while she could be his kitten and be as good or wicked as she liked.

It’s not exactly a fantasy he’d ever had before, but— well, it’s Nami. He’s hers, mind and body and heart and soul, he’s hers in every conceivable way that matters and he feels safe and comfortable around her— far more so than with anyone else— and somehow, that idea doesn’t sound half-bad, letting her do thinking and the plotting while he simply does what she wants. And he does want to prove he can— and will— do anything and everything she asks of him. If there’s a part of him that thrills at the thought of the praise that’s sure to come his way alongside the pleasure, it’s something he only hints at with the excited way he talks as they plan things out and go shopping for everything he’ll need on the appointed day when they both have nothing but time for this and one another.

So he’s already excited— heart pounding in his chest, a warm flush spread over his cheeks, cock hard and aching in his slacks— before he even starts to undress in private. As soon as he’s naked, the droopy ears poking out amidst all of soft strands of blonde hair, he lubes up the three rounded sections of the plug, each section slightly thicker than the one before it, getting it nice and so slick that light glints off it when he holds it up and snaps a picture of himself holding it, cock jutting out obscenely from between his legs and as precum beads from his slit and droplets dribble down his plump crown.
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getting ready now. gonna be so good for you, promise. send you another picture once i’ve got it in.

[ Several long moments pass before he messages her again with another photo, moments he’s spent fingering the tight ring of his ass, forcing it to relax just enough to start working the plug in. With time and enough patience, though, he’s able to get it all the way in, gasping and groaning her name and quite obscenities the whole time, his free hand greedily stroking his cock with such enthusiasm, he’s almost sure she can hear it where she’s waiting on the other side of the door. The photograph he sends her, thanks to a full length mirror, shows everything: the glazed look of his eyes, the toy snuggly settled in his ass with the tail visible against the white sheets, the way his cock rests on his belly, partially soft, streaks of cum coating abdomen, proof that he hasn’t really been as good as he should. ]

did i do good? can i come out now?

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