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–ɳαɱι 🚬🍊

[chiffonades]

@nami

[cartographie]

Think the chef is going through something?

[ Attached. ]

[chiffonades]

feels like a pointed messages to me, yeah? maybe the house refuses the replace a flickering bulb? or they’re dealing with a customer that has a lot of bright ideas.

[cartographie]

How am I supposed to eat it, though?

[chiffonades]

depends. does it count as eating if they clearly want you to suck it down through a straw?

[cartographie]

Too bad I'm not going to suck it down through a straw. Best I'm willing to do is use a spoon.

[chiffonades]

it’s a pretty shitty cook that wouldn’t let you use a spoon. if he refuses, maybe he and i can have a talk, yeah? and then we’ll see about whether he’ll let you use a spoon on his crappy masterpiece.

😘

[cartographie]

Please tell me some of the stuff in your closet came with the suite. Otherwise...

[ Too amused not to share, Nami tacks on a picture of herself posed within the confines of Sanji's walk-in, a gaudy ruffly 1970s style baby blue cumberbund worn like a tube top around her chest, obscuring all but the curves of her breasts, which would be awfully inviting if she looked less silly. ]

❤️❤️❤️

[chiffonades]

...shit. yeah, this place came with a lot of crap already in the closet. asked them to get rid of it all, but guess they missed a few pieces.

[ She looks silly enough that she can probably hear him laughing in the main bedroom, a warmly rich chuckle as he shakes his head in exasperated amusement. ]

you know, you almost make it look good. almost. would look a lot better at your feet than on your body, though.

[cartographie]

[ The warm, familiar sound of his laughter is enough to make her grin, even from the other room. Infatuation is so dumb! ]

I'll keep that in mind, just in case. It can go with the rest of my stuff in here.

[ She didn't ask if she could occupy space in his closet, but Nami is shameless, and so a few skirts, tops, and dresses have ended up stowed away by the pastel 70's tuxedo stash.

At least she has the decency to send a follow-up picture, of herself in one of his button downs. ]

Better?

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at least it's one piece of clothing i won't feel bad about ruining?

[ He doesn't bother pushing back on her taking up closet space because, frankly speaking, it's what he wants. It's another way the lines between them blur together— her storing clothing in this room he's already called theirs— and seeing her take advantage of it leaves a big, smitten grin plastered all over his face. ]

much. fuck, nami, if you didn't look so damn good in everything, i'd say you could wear nothing but my shirts.

[ Not that she's ever needed permission before, stealing them whenever suits her— and not that he's complained because the sigh of her wearing anything of his does things to him that make his normal swooning look tame. ]

keep sending me photos like that and i dunno how much longer you're gonna have that closet all to yourself.

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How about I wear nothing but your shirts while I'm here?

[ She would, and will, continue to wear them everywhere. Nevermind the ones he's unlikely to have noticed are missing just yet, but will when it gets chilly enough for Nami to roll out her collection of abducted sweaters. ]

Is that supposed to be a promise or a threat?

[ Another picture "like that" follows on the heels of that question, not giving him a chance to answer before he gets a shot of Nami in the mirror, one of his ties wrapped around the hand she's lightly tugging and teasing one of her nipples with.

A third picture comes rapid fire, taken from above and following the line of her body down to where she's using the end of that silky tie to brush over the outer folds of her cunt. ]

Do you like thinking about your scent on my skin after I wear your clothes?

[ Like she's ever going to fully get over feeling so wholly claimed back in the omegadome. ]

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fuck, yeah. never gonna get anything done, but… yeah. and think of it as a promise? i know you never mind being fucked by your boyfriend.

[ He’s expecting the follow-up photograph— they both enjoy this game far too much— but the one after has him raking his teeth over his bottom lip and the one after that leaves him groaning softly— though loud enough for her to hear— squirming at the obscenity inherent in the act of teasing herself like that.

Still, it serves as inspiration of a kind. He’s quiet for a moment— there’s the sound of shuffling about— before texting her again. ]

love thinking about that, gorgeous, almost as much as i love it when i fuck you right before you leave and i get to spend the day daydreaming about how my cum’s still dripping down your gorgeous thighs. but knowing you smell of me? fuck, i love that.

[ And then it’s his turn to send a picture, this one taken from above just like her last shot, his fly unzipped as his hand languidly strokes his cock using the sheer lace of the pair of panties she’d left soaked on the floor earlier, smearing the leftover dampness and her scent all over his length. ]

how about you? you like being able to smell me on you? and smelling your cunt on my cock?

[ He’ll never forget how good claiming her felt— how right it felt— either. ]

during the tdm :*

[cartographie]

Don't open this if you don't want anyone to see you get hard while you watch 😉

[ Somebody's over on the set of Jurassic Pork and making it everybody's problem. ]

[chiffonades]

much too late for that nami, i’m already harder than uncooked pasta 😍 what a beautiful creature you are, those loins, those flanks, those razor-sharp claws… wow!

[ Excuse him, he’s definitely not laughing hysterically while being fitted for a prince costume. ]

[cartographie]

[ It's fine, they can both be in hysterics. ]

I've got very fine motor skills for my size, you know.

[chiffonades]

and quite the mouth too, yeah? bet you could take my entire, uh, royal scepter easily.

[ Definitely fine and he’s not getting any weird looks from other “guests” who happen to be nearby. ]

[cartographie]

While I top you like you're the food chain.

[chiffonades]

don’t threaten me with a good time. maybe i’ll turn the tables and take such good care of you that you won’t come away feeling dino-sore.

[cartographie]

Quit it.

[chiffonades]

i don’t know what you mean, love. i’m just making you a hearty breakfast. 😇

[cartographie]

And that's exactly the problem.

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yeah? wonder what i should be doing instead. care to give me a hint? you’re much better at coming up with brilliant ideas than i am, you know?

[cartographie]

I've been laying here awake in your bed for 37 minutes and counting, arms empty.

[chiffonades]

shit— thought i’d done a better job of sneaking out this morning. apologies, gorgeous, letting you lay in bed cold and alone is a travesty. i’ll hurry and be back soon. in the meantime, maybe this’ll make up for it?

[ Attached is a photo of Sanji in his cute, pink apron, grinning and waving at the camera— without any other scrap of clothing on. ]