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– 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐳𝐨 💙🧡

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[chiffonades]

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

[cartographie]

What a sap.

A tour?

[chiffonades]

only for you, gorgeous. and you like how sappy i am about you.

yeah, of my suite. i, uh, finished working with the shitty staff to put it together. i wanna show you around when you have time.

[cartographie]

Not the word I would use.

When don't I have time for you? Are you going to come pick me up?

[chiffonades]

ah, my apologies, madame. i meant love. you love that about me.

yeah, of course i'll come pick you up. wouldn't be much of a gentleman if i didn't, would i? be there soon.

[cartographie]

I do. I love that about you.

Guess I'll get dressed. As tempting as it is not to, I want to snoop in your new room

un; sanji

[chiffonades]

missing you, gorgeous

[cartographie]

Already?

[chiffonades]

are you really surprised? i miss every beautiful inch of you the moment you walk out the door. can’t help it with how you light my day up.

[cartographie]

I know you're telling the truth, and I can't decide if that's ridiculous, or incredibly romantic. Maybe both ♥

[chiffonades]

definitely romantic ♥ not my fault you’re so damn captivating. come back over tonight and i’ll show you what i’ve got cooked up to really make you feel special, nami.

[cartographie]

Definitely romantic. [ Ugh, her heart, this is so gross. ] You're too much. This is why I can't take you with me. I'd never get anything done with you flirting with me.

[chiffonades]

[ Early one morning, a shopping bag appears just outside the entrance to the private section of Nami's suite, everything within neatly folded and arranged. And while the outside just has her name scrawled on it, the hand that that wrote the elegant lettering in bright orange ink— alongside the pair of hearts scribbled next to it— is a dead giveaway to who the gift is from.

Inside, there are a few different items: a daring red dress, a set of black lingerie, a ring with a pair of orange and blue gemstones set within, and, of course, a note written in the same hand. ]

for my loveliest princess,

come over tomorrow for lunch and an afternoon of shopping with your favorite chef? i wanna spoil you and get your help with something.

love,

your prince

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[ It's not like scores of people have access to her suite, much less the knowledge of the best place to leave a mysterious parcel behind, so even before she opens the little package, she's grinning. It's unlikely that expression is going anywhere any time soon, as each gift she lifts our of the bag makes her heart beat a half-step faster than the one before it. As always, just how kind and thoughtful Sanji can be shines through in everything he's chosen to send her. Material girl that she is, the jewelery is the obvious favorite, and her reply is held up thanks to how easily distracted she is by gold, but finally Nami's attention returns (at least partially, it is a gorgeous ring and it looks perfect on he finger) to her watch to fire off a quick first message. ]

Help with something?

[ Because she assumes her answer to his invitation is a given, Nami doesn't even bother to acknowledge it until a few minutes later when she sends a picture of herself in the dress he's chosen for her, one hand obviously positioned so the stones on her new ring are catching the light and very noticeable, almost as noticeable as the bared curves of her breasts, thanks to the dress's plunging neckline. ]

The lingerie is gorgeous, but this looks better with no bra on, don't you think?

I'll see you soon, love, going to have to thank you in person.

[chiffonades]

[ There’s not a ton to do before she comes over— letting her sit on the counter while he makes lunch and they banter and talk is an important part of the appeal of inviting her over— so when Nami messages, he’s freshly showered and considering curling up with the latest pick for her and Mitsuru’s book club. It takes him a moment to reply back, but not for lack of enthusiasm. Like always, seeing a message waiting from her has his stomach clenching with excitement, a sudden swell of fondness filling his chest before he’s even read what she’s said. ]

nothing too important, yeah? it’s just— i got this big, lovely suite to spoil you with, but all our favorite toys are in your closet. thought we could go to the love dove while we’re out and pick out a few for my suite?

[ It… might just be the most transparent excuse he could think of to spend time with her, but it doesn’t stop it from being true. He’s mostly finished dressing when she sends her picture a few minutes later, but the sight of her literally takes his breath away. Nami’s always gorgeous, and after months here together, he’s seen her in all kinds of outfits, seen her completely bare, seen her in tantalizing lingerie, but somehow, he’s never prepared for just how good she looks. The effect is all the stronger for it being an outfit selected, the ring he picked out glinting on her finger. ]

…fuck, you really are the most beautiful woman in this whole damn place, nami. yeah, skip the bra. you look perfect without it on.

[ With it comes a photo of his own— a little teaser for what’s in store for her— of himself, dressed in a black suit that fits as if made for him alone, shirt the same vividly bright shade of red as her dress, tie the same dark black as his slacks, eye squeezed shut in a quick wink. ] see you soon. gonna make you something extra tasty to kick our date off right ♡

[cartographie]

Tastier than— [ Whew why is typing two little words making her blush this much? ] My boyfriend? Sounds impossible.

[ The time it takes to move through the passage connecting her suite with his, is enough to get the red on her face back down to a somewhat respectable, but still downright girlish pink. Not that Nami believes Sanji will do anything but smile stupidly at the sight of both it, and her. Being so perpetually accepted by someone isn't as weird as it used to be. There may always be a lingering streak of strangeness that will only fade with time, but the bigger part of Nami has come to not just accept that she's loved, but to relish it for reasons beyond using it to her advantage.

Moving quietly through Sanji's suite, with her shoes left behind on the beach, she creeps into the kitchen, where she's almost sure he'll be.

Once Nami spots him, it doesn't take long for her to get where she should be, namely with her arms around his waist, hugging him from behind for a brief moment before her arms loosen and she tilts her chin up to perch on his shoulder, head turned to let the warmth of her breath tickle over his skin when she speaks. ]

Hey gorgeous.

[chiffonades]

careful or you're gonna give me a big head, love.

[ It shouldn't really make him this happy, seeing those two little words blinking there on the screen, but it does. They linger in his head as he does what's only natural— making his way to the kitchen to start preparing— face split in a grin that's large and foolish and definitely fully lovestruck as he starts pulling out ingredients from the pantry and refrigerator. When he'd first arrived here, still scrambling to find his crew, to find some scrap of normalcy to cling to, anything remotely close to what they've become to one another had seemed like an impossibility. Oh, he'd adored her, would've worshiped the ground she walked on if she'd let him, but with every easy grin and fond look he'd sent her way, there'd been no expectation, no belief that she'd ever look at him the same way.

He's still smiling like that— how could he not be?— so caught up in slicing thin ribbons of onion and fondly recalling everything they've been through that he never notices her sneaking into the kitchen. ]

Hey yourself, beautiful. [ Chuckling warmly, he still shivers where her breath blows over his skin, hands gently taking hers and peeling them away from his waist as he turns to face her. Even with the picture from earlier, his breath still catches for a brief moment as he looks at her, teeth briefly raking over his bottom lip while his hands gently squeeze hers.

Unable to stop himself, his lips brush against hers a heartbeat later in a kiss that's brief and soft, full of all that warm adoration that rises up so easily within him. And before she can say anything, he does it twice more, sighing happily each time, tongue gently wetting the soft swell of her lips in a quick tease. Somehow, he's left with an even stupider smile on his face after, forehead resting against hers as he stares into those eyes that are as deep and welcoming as the sea. ] Still got a while to go on lunch. Figured we'd eat then get outta here?

[ Either way, he's taking her by the hips as they talk and lifting, sitting her on the counter right next to where he's working on preparing the salad for today's lunch. ]

🦮🐈‍⬛

[chiffonades]

[ 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. ]

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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[ After previously experimenting and playing around with their dynamic, Nami isn’t exactly unsure of herself and what to expect, but that doesn’t stop her from staying almost wholly breathless in anticipation after Sanji disappears to get himself ready for what they planned for that day. When she stashed away those cat ears and the tail that came with it—attached to a plug that made the sight and the prospect of wearing it illicit and arousing—Nami had mostly been focused on stowing the House’s unsolicited gifts out of sight and putting them out of mind, but after Sanji stumbled across them, she almost wished they’d been found earlier.

He’s easy to thrill, and she’s sure Sanji would be happy with whatever the intimate side of their lives became so long as he knew she was happy and comfortable, but Nami’s too greedy not to enjoy it when she sees his eyes light up like they had earlier after Sanji’s discovery. They already know each other so well, as people as well as romantic partners; the prospect of having a new way to discover each other and learn more about what turns them on is a thrill all by itself.

When she gets his first message, Nami’s in the middle of slipping on a lingerie set that not only is she certain Sanji will love, but one she loves; something she can imagine the kind of dominant woman who’s got a submissive puppy to enjoy wearing. That thought sends a pang of heat straight between her thighs. Flushed, she takes a picture of the whole look before electing to slip the panties off and go without—as a surprise for him and a means to tease them both. ]

Me too♥ Do I look ready to be served?

[ Once she’s nude from the waist down save for the black stockings and the matching garters that keep them clipped to the strong, soft columns of her thighs, Nami grins at herself in the mirror, already enjoying the thought of having her cunt fully on display for him from the get-go. She knows Sanji loves seeing how wet she is, almost as much as Nami likes to give him a very good view of her arousal.

He’ll have more than enough to look at, too, after the second picture he sends of himself, his ass now filled with his plug and his stomach streaked with his own spend makes her gasp, one hand slipping between her thighs to give her clit a light, fleeting caress. ]

Good? Look at all the cum you’ve wasted without me. Come out here and get on your knees, I need to remind you who every drop of that cum belongs to.

[ She’ll be waiting just a few paces from the door, too. Collar and leash in one hand, ready to slip both on him, wet glistening on the outer folds of her cunt. ]

un; sanji

[chiffonades]

[ Just out of the blue one afternoon, she gets the following text: ]

need your help with something, my perfect princess, love of my life, dearest nami

[ Followed by the below image: ]

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Hmm. Well, anything for you. I've got a blue one that stretches, it should fit you ♥️

[chiffonades]

fit me? nah, i would never want to stretch and sully your clothing, gorgeous. but i bet it'll look stunning on you.

[cartographie]

Is it going to stay on me?

[chiffonades]

for a bit. would be a shame to not enjoy the contrast between your pretty dress and your bare cunt, you know? i'm gonna take it off you eventually, but— i can be patient when it comes to enjoying the rest of your perfect body ♡