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– overflow, feb 2025

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@chiffonades♥

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[ 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. ]

[chiffonades]

[ At some point, his awe-filled, exploratory touches gained familiar, surety, certainty until now, now, his fingers know her body with such familiarity that they need not guess at where and how to touch her. And yet still, there’s no hiding that delighted grin that spreads across his face when he feels how hot and slick and eager she is. Sanji knows her body as well as he knows his own– and the opposite is true, too– and he will never stop marveling at that. He laughs softly, a husky sound, fingers dipping back down to trace and stroke along her entrance, gathering more slick before they return to the needy throb of her clit as he kisses a line down her body. ]

Yeah? [ He sounds delighted as he says it, glancing up at her eyes tinged dark with want after dusting a kiss low on her belly, teeth biting his lower lip for a brief second before he grins, wide and bright and yeah, still greedy. He bends lower, one hand gently taking the one gripping his shirt by the wrist and pulling it away and up, up so his lips can brush a quick, soft kiss to her knuckles. ] Considering how much I enjoy your company and, yeah, enjoy burying my face in your perfect cunt, I don’t have any complaints. Lots of dates it is. How’s tomorrow sound for our next one?

[ It’s odd how asking something like that, even buried in layers of filthy flirting and teasing, makes his heart beat fast, too fast. He doesn’t wait for a reply, grinning up at her before sinking down to brush a kiss against the inside of her thigh. It takes only a heart beat for his fingers to dip down from where they’re swirling against her clit and spread her cunt open, and then only one more before his tongue is finally drawing over her folds in a long, greedy lick. ]

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Lunch or dinner?

[ Judging by the way she watches him shrewdly as he knees between her spread thighs as she asks, Nami very obviously hopes she gets to be part of the menu, regardless of the meal. It's oddly liberating to not feel the need to suppress every warm flash of genuine interest and fondness Sanji always manages to leave her inundated with.

Nimble fingertips follow the gracefully strong line of his collarbone before skimming over the sides of his neck to tangle loosely in the ends of his hair, briefly tugging before wiggling them free to push his hair out of his face instead. Transfixed, her eyes stay fixed on his face as she feels his tongue glide over the slickness of her spread folds, that initial brush of his tongue all it takes to draw a low moan out of her. ] You always get my cunt so fucking wet, Sanji.

@romancedawn♥

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Thought you pressed the button because you didn't want to play cards.

[ Look, she knows the battle is lost, but Nami is not going to stop arguing until he makes her. It's a matter of principle, and the way she lets his hands guide her hips does not undermine that in the slightest. Neither does the easy way her back presses to his chest, head turning to the side to brush her lips against his temple as she feels the smile he hides against her neck.

The lingering ache between her thighs left behind in the aftermath of being teased rises with a renewed sharpness that seems to grow in intensity the further his hand travels beneath her skirt. Nami reaches back and lets her hand settle along the back of his neck, her fingers sinking into his hair as he pushes her panties to the side, exposing her folds before the tips of his fingers connect with her clit, making her breath catch and the blunt tips of her nails drag over his scalp. Moving without thinking, her free hand moves to rest against his forearm as her hips roll, happily caught between the hard press of his cock on her ass, and the jolts of bliss his fingers sends rippling through her senses.

Her eyelashes flutter as she tucks her chin down, so her lips brush against his forehead when she speaks in a soft, markedly heated purr. ] You better lift your head so I can kiss you. [ Idiot. ]

[romancedawn]

( Zoro laughs, the sound light and easy. Apparently he gets more relaxed the more Nami gets riled up. ) I pressed the button because I wanted to see you.

( It's fine, right, admitting that much? He's boldly guiding her body into the exact position he wants her in, and yet he second guesses his words moments after they're out, like perhaps they might reveal more than the way his hands handle her with playful reverence.

He's no good at lying, anyway. And he knows she's always been able to read him like a book. )

Mmn... ( His head tilts so their lips can meet for a kiss, a little sweet to start but quickly turning hungry. He relishes the way she clings to him, her hips teasing right against his arousal with every motion. It lulls him into a cloudy haze of want and need, moaning quietly against her lips as he slides two digits into her cunt. His palm rubs right along her clit with every thrust, fingers curling as his motions quicken, his free hand sliding up her stomach to squeeze and tease at her breasts. )

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[ The casino's influence isn't muddying anything about this encounter, and she can hold her alcohol almost as well as he can, so Nami has no way of excusing the fleeting pang of giddiness that flutters through her stomach after he tells her because he wanted to see her. That she's the opposite of annoyed about it, should annoy her all on its own. Instead, even without realizing it, Nami has let herself end up captivated and almost enjoying the sweet ache in her chest that rises through her when Zoro relents to her demands for a kiss and presses his lips against hers.

Her lips part, tongue licking into his mouth, mirroring the urgency she can feel building in the air between them, until his fingers sink inside her, and she's knocked for a loop by the wave of pleasure that suddenly zings through her body. The hand that was cradling the side of his neck curls into the fabric of his shirt instead, clinging almost needily as Nami keeps rolling her hips, her movements governed by heat and greed, grinding her ass against his cock before rocking forward to fuck herself on his fingers. ]

Zoro– [ That ragged whisper is nothing close to the warning, argumentative tone Nami wants it to be, sounding more encouraging and inviting than like someone bound and determined to continue to prove she's unbothered, even as the walls of her cunt flutter and begin to tighten around his fingers. Tension knots low in her core as her mouth claims his hungrily, kissing him hard to stifle the whimpers that every thrust of his fingers, and her building orgasm draw out of her.

Without realizing it, she ends up half-twisted at the waist enough that both arms can slide around his neck, and she's pressing as much of herself against his chest as she can, thinking to herself – not for the first time – about how much she's missed him. ]

@theidlemaiden✨

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[ Hilda's decision to change the game is met with a warm, pleased laugh from the other side of the wall. ] What a pirate. [ Is that fond pride in her voice? Absolutely. Hilda might not believe it if Nami said so plainly, but to her, everything about the woman on the other side of the wall invokes a sense of fondness. With anyone else, particularly with anyone male, that easy affection would make Nami bristle and dive behind her defenses, but whether she's done so on purpose or not, Hilda's managed to have Nami wrapped around her finger from that first sail.

The toy inside her makes Nami press her thighs together as she gets to her feet, and still she manages to bridge the space between the sofa and the wall and (loudly) hit the LUST button while Hilda's still talking. Eager, she's already grinning as the partition finally lowers and disappears from sight, her cheeks flushing with fresh heat as she reaches for Hilda, holding out both hands. ]

Come here already. If I don't kiss you soon, I'm gonna explode

@belialedge

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Bet you just want to see how long I can hold my breath. [ It's rare for her to get playful under circumstances like these, but Ragna puts her at ease. He's a friend, even if Nami is still learning her way around what that means, and how to take care of relationships like that.

Thank goodness for the straightforward familiarity of horny banter.

Ragna, too, seems inclined to lean into these familiar routes their conversations are so inclined to take, making her chuckle knowingly at the mention of how hands on he'd be for her, before the talk of his measuring stick leaves her raising her eyebrows at the divider between them, a deep smirk twisting her lips. ]

Just don't write any reports about my boobs, huh? [ She knew about his cock before that, but it's still fun to tease him about that particular misadventure, a thought that keeps her amused all the way to hitting the LUST button. ]

[belialedge]

[ From one criminal to another, he cocks a brow when she mentions "holding her breath". If he were any more comfortable in his seat, he'd have a leg crossed, his chin resting in his fist like he was on a throne. Their banter had always lead the way to fun, and a certain level of trust that was difficult to shake between them. Nami's done a damn good job in awakening plenty in him over their tenure at the resort. It was only fair that she saw the fruits of her labour, right? ]

Guilty as charged. You gonna take me in and do something about it?

[ Who knew just how many Berry the Grim Reaper would be worth if he were a wanted man across her waters, but here at the Golden Peacock, there was a wholly different bounty to be had, wasn't there? And he's playing into this all too swimmingly as he can just envision the look on her face while he feeds her pretty little head with ideas. That is, until she manages to crack him in true Ragna fashion with that last remark, his voice clipping before he clears his throat. ]

And have it leak out to the rest of the resort?? Please.

[ Excitement stirs when he hears her pressing the LUST button, lazily leaning over towards the button beside his couch and slapping it himself. As the partition falls, and nothing is dividing them but a crumpled wall and what fleeting restraint is left, there's a challenging, equally darkened smirk that crosses his lips as his gaze holds to her. ]

I want them all to myself.

[ All of her, really. But the point still stands. They were talking about his dick and her boobs. ]

@stripsearch

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[ Rise isn't wrong, and her assessment draws an easy laugh out of Nami, who nods in agreement, unseen, behind her side of the wall. ]

How would that even work? Loser of each war has to take something off, or if we get war, do we strip each time we put down one of the three cards?

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...wait, you're seriously considering it? [It had been a joke!

But, you know, when in Rome, right?]

I think it's gotta be the loser each time, right? Doesn't that make the most sense? You know, with strip poker rules and everything.

[She's never played strip poker]

@stagesight

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Why don't you think your answers will be interesting?

[ It's not a smutty question like the ones in the glass in front of Nami, but her curiosity's piqued enough to deviated from the game she's suggested leaning into mere moments ago. But then, Hamel is an interesting person. Wildly unlike any of the women Nami's run into before – she's delicate, not in the frail sense, but in the way a moving work of art would be. It makes sense that she'd be the subject of drawings as she was the first time Nami crossed her path, even if Nami emphatically dislikes anytime the resort makes someone do something they don't want to. ]

They can't be any worse than hearing about all the stuff this place has gotten me to do. [ The casino isn't entirely to blame here, but, details. ]

[stagesight]

Well, to begin with...

[ ... She stares down at her hands for a moment, even though Nami can't see her. ]

I've yet to really choose to do it for myself. There are always factors involved. I'm not quite someone who's used to touch or who enjoys being grabbed, and I haven't been able to surpass that dislike entirely.

These questions are likely to be about preferences, and I truly... don't have any.

@shanksyourfeels

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[ In spite of herself, his interest makes her inhale sharply, as the need to hide her grin becomes too strong to ignore, and she has to lift her glass and knock back another swallow of rum, granting herself a momentary reprieve before she can go on. ]

You don't think I've drawn you dozens of times already? [ That he's interested in that at all, is enough to make her stomach drop in delight. ]

Next time we spend the night together– [ Nami stops, her eyes staring firmly at the button keeping the wall between them up. ] Remind me to do it while you're still awake.

[shanksyourfeels]

Next time, then, wake me up. [ Shanks sounds delighted about the fact, touched, even that Nami's already drawn him, and fascinated.

But I would still like to see the ones you've already drawn.

[ Shanks might be waiting for that, but he doesn't wait to press the button, even if he has to put his drink down to do so. ]

@skinstitch

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Obviously the pretty stuff. [ She scoffs, her tone flat and matter of fact, as though this were the most obvious thing in the world. ]

It'll hide your terrible knots better. [ Sorry land dweller, facts are facts. ] But if I'm going to let you treat me like your slut, I better be a very well taken care of slut.

[ Another pause, another fiery swallow of rum. ]

Hypothetically.

[skinstitch]

( another laugh--this time, it's muffled around the lip of a glass, as he swallows down a mouthful of whiskey. )

I'd like it known to the court that uh, you used the word 'slut', not me.

( he says it loudly, loftily, as though someone else is listening in, both arms raised up as though in surrender. )

Ribbons and shit then. A pretty little collar. I'll even let you tap out when it gets too much. ( a soft breath through his nose, bemused. ) Let you get away without begging, if you get close and wanna come. That good enough?

@dullknife

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[ Speaking of enthusiasm. He almost gets another chuckle out of her, her lips curving, unseen, into a wry smile as she looks over the small confines of the pod. ]

The bar would work, if you pushed everything off of it. [ Which– ] Considering how much this place sucks, getting to break a few things is a plus.

[dullknife]

[Though he didn't entirely mean it as a serious suggestion, when Nami points out a viable alternative his gaze shifts to the minibar in his own pod, automatically evaluating it.]

That does sound appealing.

[Breaking resort property, fucking Nami right there on the bar, either/or.]

Do you think it's sturdy enough?

@swordhardy

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[ A simple Clubs boy like him – Rokurou's assessment of himself makes her laugh loud enough to be heard through the wall. ]

So you're taking it as a challenge? Good. [ Whatever, he is, and always has been, a babe. Nami hasn't forgotten how weird but fun it was getting carried through the resort thanks to his impatience.

The question dulls the smile on her face, and for a moment she's quiet, eyeing the wall as she debates his meaning, and her answer. ]

Haven't started to turn to stone, at least. [ It's tidy to assume he'as king in a general sense, and therefore, easy to answer.

Shifting in her chair, she reaches out and presses the button before resting her chin on her hand, swirling her drink as she watches the wall as though she were conversing with him directly. ]

What about you? This place isn't giving you too much shit, I hope.

[swordhardy]

[ He can’t see her, can’t judge her emotions by the expressions on her face, so he is left with the tone of her voice and phrasing. The pause is telling; Rokurou leans forward on his couch, as if closing the distance between them in this meager way will help somehow. Obviously, it doesn’t, meaning even less with a solid partition between them. ]

I’m glad you haven’t.

[ Too many people from their initial lot have gone missing or shown up in… that state. Many of those people have been passing fancies for him, someone who accepts that meetings and connections are as fleeting as autumn leaves. The idea of Nami ending up like the rest of them, however, sits uncomfortably in his chest. He doesn’t say anything about it. It’s easier not to acknowledge. ]

It’s always giving me shit. [ on his end, he’s also reached to press his button, no question about doing so. of course he wants to see her. ] But it can’t beat the shit I give myself, so it’s not winning yet.

[ That’s a way to keep optimistic, right? Willing to brush feelings under the rug (emotions are bad and inconvenient), he groans with regret—]

Ugh, I should’ve said I was Rokuko. Could I have tricked you into thinking I was a woman? [ perfect chance, missed!! ] I’m bummed now. I think you should come over here and console me.

@bardische♥

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[ Going back and forth between being flustered, and drawn in enough to continue prodding at what is definitely a deeply hypothetical situation, a life she would never imagine for herself without those dumb questions in that stupid jar. ]

You'd be a natural. I can tell. [ She doesn't think she has any business picturing this future, but it doesn't make what she says any less true. ]

Alright. [ Back to safety. ] My turn. Morning or evening sex, which is better?

[bardische]

[ this odd, tender, raw fantasy has been held open too long, and there's relief when she changes topics, even if he's deeply warmed by her having ventured there with him at all. ]

Mmm, both are pleasant for their own reasons, but...I think morning. Because it means I was kept and wanted again. [ A thing she's done many, many times, often to his surprise. ] You?

@bedroll

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[ The sense of flattery goes both ways, sinking in as the realization that he'd already pressed the button is made apparent by the ready way the partition between them quickly lowers in the wake of her pressing the button on her side. Exhaling an amused huff of air, Nami looks on curiously as more of the man on the other side of the wall is revealed, his unfinished sentence momentarily forgotten, hanging in the air between them, as blue, appraising eyes take him in. One corner of her lips curls up in a slight, lopsided smirk after it becomes clear that Gladio is doing the same to her. At least she had the sense to rise above her casino-induced annoyance at being dragged to Mating Season for yet another stupid game to throw on one of the shorter dresses she prefers: darker blue than her eyes, enough that it makes her hair look brighter and flatters the cushy, but strong curves of her shape. ]

Fuck, you're tall. [ Another soft chuckle follows that remark. She's crossed paths with enough Diamonds being ground under the heel of their suit to suspect he's feeling fairly cagey, that he has the sense to stop and ask is charming. ]

I didn't hit the button because I wanted to check and see if you figured out the right glass for that drink. [ A fast glance downwards tells her that he didn't, but it doesn't really matter past the way that observation deepens the curve of her smile.

Nami settles into a comfortable lean against the wall beside the minibar, tilting her head to the side as if to indicate that he should show himself in. ]

Do I get to know your name?