#🍊 𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐲 ( ic. )

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@medicus-mortem​ —— told you Law was getting slaughtered. enjoy. ;)

Law looked so enticing sitting the way he was, slouched comfortably in a lone chair he pulled away from the rowdy crowd that was her crew. Probably did so in the hopes of not getting involved with Luffy's shenanigans. Nami grinned, bringing her drink up to polish off the rest of the liquor still in her mug before leaving it to be forgotten on one of the many already cluttered tables of the bar. The noise resulting from the ruckus easily overpowered the way her chair scraped against the floor when she pushed herself up from the table. Heeled shoes barely made a sound as she made her way over to the clearly unimpressed surgeon, her grin only widening when his golden gaze flicked to her. She stopped, standing before Law with little more than a foot of space between their knees, and leaned forward to rest her hands against his thighs, gently forcing him to uncross his legs. ❝ Not having any fun, Law? ❞ Nami asked, tone teasing as she made herself comfortable on his lap, slender, naked thighs easily straddling his jean-clad ones. ❝ Should we change that? ❞ Ignoring the fact that her crew were only mere feet away, more than likely too busy to pay attention to what was happening in the corner of the bar, Nami leaned forward to ghost her lips across Law's. Her tongue darted out, tracing over his thin upper lip as her hands mapped out the planes of his stomach and chest that she already knew so well. They continued their journey over his shoulders, squeezing firm biceps and only stopping when she got to his wrists where she took hold of them and brought them up. With a nip to Law's lip she straightened, brown eyes smoldering as Nami watched his face closely for any minute reaction. ❝ Pay attention to me, ❞ Nami murmured, practically breathed as the fingers of one hand slid over the underside of his wrist, across the prominent lines of his palm and then made themselves at home in the spaces between his own. The grip on his other wrist shifted then tightened slightly, bringing that hand up so she could press feather light kisses across the tattoo adorning its back, starting in the middle of the inked circle then moving onto the spokes. Nami dug her thumb into the meat of his palm, not once breaking eye contact while she continued laving his hand in attention, borderline worshipping. Teeth nipped at each knuckle, tongue dancing across the slightly faded, inked letters. By now Law probably knew exactly what she had planned, if not from her actions than by the mischief that sparkled in her slowly darkening gaze. Nami didn't speak another word, simply gave his other hand a squeeze, fingertips massaging into the spaces between his knuckles while forcing the one she had her attention on however she saw fit. As if to only tease him further, not wanting to give him exactly what she had planned right away, Nami swirled her tongue once around his index and middle finger before moving on to his palm. There, she began tracing the natural lines with the very tip of her tongue, making abstract patterns along his skin and humming her appreciation every time she placed a kiss. ❝ I really do like your hands... ❞ Nami mumbled as a few minutes as she nuzzled into his wrist, sighing softly. More kisses up his hand, opened mouth and a just a smidge sloppier than the ones she delivered thus far, leaving tiny spots of dampness behind until she reached his fingers once more. ❝ Your fingers especially. They can do so much... Bring pain. ❞ She pressed the flat of her tongue against the base of his middle finger and dragged up to the tip, eyes back on his face. ❝ Pleasure. ❞ A repeat of the motion, only on his index this time. ❝ You've even killed, and saved with these very fingers. ❞ Nami hummed, the tips of those to fingers now pressed to her bottom lip. Finally, finally, she took them into her mouth down to the first knuckle, lips secure around the digits as she continued her decent, looking very much like she wasn't taking fingers into her mouth at all. Cheeks hollowed, thumb pressing into the soft underside of his wrist when the pads of his fingers touched the back of her throat, no gag reflex to trigger. Nami lavved her tongue around once, then twice with a soft groan, giving a gentle suck before retreating. The color of her eyes were almost eclipsed by lust blown pupils as she stared at Law, practically pleading for him to take control. Not that she would ever say out loud, but he was the only one she would ever allow to control her, that she would submit to.

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   ✉ @distopea​ said:    Keep your eyes on me. ( hey hey Nami... it's from ENEL (: )       ||| filthy dialogue starters || accepting |||

What else was Nami supposed to do with him crowding around her like this? She let out a gasp, nails scrambling at his sides as he settled fully inside her, hips flush to her own and making her thighs ache from how wide they were stretched. In an attempt to get more comfortable, legs hooking around his waist to dig the heel of one foot into the small of his back, she squirmed under his weight. It only resulted in his length sinking deeper, almost splitting her in half. ❝ My god, ❞ Nami whined loudly, hips rocking in an attempt to get him to move, but he wouldn't budge, his strength far superior to her own. All she got from her struggling was a knowing chuckle right against her ear, and then he leaned back, elbows resting at either side of her head with fingers curling into her hair that currently lay splayed out across the bed. She stared up at him wide eyed, chocolate brown boring into icy blue as he slowly pulled his hips back and slammed back home, ripping another sound from her throat that was a gorgeous mix of pain and pleasure. Nails raked over his skin as she arched her back, breast heaving with a sharp intake of breath. Something static in the air caught her near frazzled attention and Nami frowned, though a split second later her eyes were rolling into the back of her head, a pleasant shock rippling down her spine that she knew was from him. Nami groaned at the sensation, hips bucking to meet his thrusts as he set the pace of their fucking. Enel was out to ruin her, and he was doing a damn good job in doing so.

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   ✉ @distopea​ said:    You’re making me hard. ( from Ace... 🤨 )       ||| filthy dialogue starters || accepting |||

The breathed whisper against the shell of her ear had her giggling, and only to make matters worse Nami arched her back, making sure to grind her ass firmly against Ace's growing hardness. She relished in being able to have such an effect on a man like Ace, a bit of smugness easing into the smile stretching her lips. Of course, their situation wasn't exactly favorable, but she'd done worse in more compromising positions. Slowly, Nami rolled over so she was facing Ace on their shared little campout space, the rest of her crew sprawled out sporadically around the fire they'd made earlier that night. Her cheeks were still flushed from the copious amounts of alcohol she drank, but she was definitely still coherent enough to know exactly where this was heading. Reaching down, she gently ground the heel of her palm along Ace's still covered length and leaned forward to whisper back in his ear, teeth catching his lobe between them. ❝ Then why don't we do something about that, hm? Think you can keep quiet? If you promise me you won't make a sound maybe I'll let you use my throat however you see fit. ❞ Giving his earlobe firm suck, Nami then leaned back to gauge his reaction. She couldn't deny the idea of having Ace in her mouth turned her on, the thin panties she had on already soaked through from simply feeling him.

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   ✉ @ikkaku-of-heart​ said:    Make me cum, fuck!       ||| filthy dialogue starters || accepting |||

Ikkaku had already been a shivering, bucking mess beneath her for some time now. Like everything she did, Nami was greedy in taking her lover's pleasure, bringing her to the edge multiple times but not quite allowing her to fall. Dragging it out would always be more satisfying in the end. She grinned at those words, whined with a near desperate edge right before another keen ripped from her throat. ❝ Do you think you deserve it? ❞ Nami hummed in question, flicking the very tip of her tongue against Ikkaku's clit. It forced another upward jerk of her hips, and Nami had to press down on her lower abdomen with her free hand to keep her still against the bed, arm hooked under a thigh. Dark eyes watched the way she fisted the sheets beneath her, so over-sensitive and caught up in the sensations. Luckily they were smart enough to rent a room. How noisy Ikkaku was being would've no doubt brought unwanted attention from both their crews if they stayed on either of their ships. With a soft sigh, breath fanning over soaked lips, Nami turned her head to nuzzle into one of the many purpling hickies she left on Ikkaku's thigh, curled fingers never relenting on their firm, rhythmic assault to her gspot. ❝ Alright, princess. Why don't you go on and cum for me now. ❞ Not another word was said as Nami dove back in, lips closing around her swollen nub to give a few sucks, teeth gently grazing over sensitive flesh. Ikkaku in the throes of ecstasy would always be a sight to behold, and when she was held back for so long, it was absolutely glorious. Her lips parted on a silent scream, back bowed away from the bed, and she was quick to reached down and knot her fingers within Nami's hair, practically riding her face and fingers as she orgasmed. Beautiful indeed, and all for her.

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   ✉ @ikkaku-of-heart said: "Tell me about a time you looked at your captain and said to yourself 'he's really cool'."       — send nami asks! || accepting —

❝ As much as Luffy's an utter idiot, I do also believe he's pretty amazing most of the time. Have you seen anyone else accomplish the insane things he has? If I had to pick a single time though.... ❞ Nami trailed off, the smallest hint of a smile ghosting across her lips as she looked to the side, not able to hold Ikkaku's gaze. She giggled, arms lifting to curl loosely over her chest, one hand resting subconsciously over the tattoo decorating her shoulder. ❝ When Luffy first took down Arlong. That had to be the very first time I was absolutely fascinated by him. I couldn't believe it, and I felt utterly stupid for trying to leave him and the others behind. Should've known that he would come barrelling back to me. ❞

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   ✉ @shibonzakura said: Tashigi hands Nami a few tangerines and some orange candy before leaving but there is a note attached saying, 'happy birthday'.

No words were exchanged. There didn't really need to be any. They had somewhat of an agreement between them since the incident on Punk Hazard. Besides, when Nami looked down to the small 'present' the Marine Captain pressed into her hands, that was all the explanation she needed. Happy birthday. Nami curled her fingers a little tighter around the gift, gaze lifting to watch Tashigi's retreating back until she was no longer in view. She knew that deep down her crew didn't have to really worry too much about both her and Smoker, seeing as they've helped them on more than one occasion now. But it was something that would never be said out loud, for obvious reasons. With a smile, she nodded to herself and turned to retreat back toward her ship and her family. ❝ Thank you, ❞ Nami whispered into the wind, knowing her thanks wouldn't be heard by anyone but herself.

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   ✉ @sicklesandscythes said: Stares at the woman, expressions all but nuanced as he gives her a small nod. (He says happy birthday)

Are they really having some sort of staring contest right now? Nami stared back with a slightly raised eyebrow, unsure of exactly which hole of the mask to look into as she lifted her arms to cross loosely over her chest. Then the nod came and all she could do was deadpan. Seriously? Not a single word was uttered from the taller blonde, and she nibbled on the inside of her cheek in mild annoyance. At least his Captain had no problem saying anything, even if that sometimes made him even more annoying. Letting out a huff, Nami tapped a sandaled foot against the ground, fingers doing the same along the dips in her ribcage. ❝ Considering what day it is, and how you normally don't acknowledge me, I'm going to assume that's your version of a 'happy birthday'? It needs a little work if so... but thank you, I guess, ❞ she responded, trying her best to keep her tone even.

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   ✉ @medicus-mortem said: Law comes up behind Nami, draping his arm over her shoulders. In it is a box tied by a yellow bow which is a bit strange. Law never wraps his gifts. He smirks at her, leaning in to brush lips close to the corner of her mouth, pressing a kiss before he straightens. "Happy womb evacuation day," Law hums. "Here is your official oversized Hearts hoodie. Now you can wear something that proudly displays my claim over you." As much as he wanted to put his mark on her that isn't actually the design. The hoodie is orange instead of yellow and has her pinwheel tattoo on it. [I know you're not about right now but he wanted to give a gift.]

The warmth Nami felt against her back from Law's presence coming up behind her hadn't been unwelcome. Over the course of their alliance she'd gotten used to him randomly popping up to observe whatever it was she busied herself with at the time. And because of what this particular day happened to be, it wasn't the first time she got surprised; wouldn't be the last time, either, if she had to take a guess. However, she wasn't exactly expecting to get a physical gift from the surgeon, already knowing he wasn't much for gift giving. Maybe some form of sarcastic 'happy birthday', but nothing beyond that. Her curious brown gaze stared at the wrapped present dangling from Law's tattooed fingers for a moment to admire the pretty wrapping and yellow ribbon, involuntarily leaning into the chaste kiss pressed to the corner of her mouth. Though the moment those words spilled from his lips she groaned, eyebrows pulling together as she turned her head enough to level him with an unimpressed stare. ❝ Did you really have to ruin the moment and word it like that? You couldn't just say 'happy birthday' like a normal person? ❞ Nami whined in exasperation, hands reaching up despite her complaint to retrieve the present from his lax grasp. His words that followed only piqued her curiosity further. Pointedly ignoring the 'claim' part of his statement and how it didn't make her chest flutter, Nami carefully placed the box down on the desk in front of her and got to work with unwrapping. Nimble fingers meticulously undid the ribbon and tape securing the paper to the box so she didn't accidentally rip the wrapping, revealing the rather plain cardboard hidden within. She almost made a sly comment about being surprised that everything wasn't emblazened with his jolly roger that he adored so much, but it got stuck in her throat when she lifted the cover. Instead of what she expected to be a replica of his signature hoodie, Nami stared at a heavily personalized version, and she couldn't hold in the gasp that escaped her throat. Brilliant orange almost matching her hair where yellow would normally be, and he even went so far as to get her tattoo printed onto it. She ran a hand over the mark, noting how soft the fabric surrounding it was. It almost felt like it had already been worn in despite it quite clearly being brand new. Reaching in fully, she pulled the sweater from the box and held it up in front of her to get a proper look. As he stated, it was definitely oversized. Nami could practically wear it as a dress. Perfect, in her opinion. The smallest of smiles stretched across her lips and without thinking she hugged it to her chest. ❝ Thank you, Law, ❞ she whispered, voice slightly muffled from how she had her face buried into the fabric. ❝ But don't think this means I won't still steal your's whenever I get the chance. ❞

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   ✉ @regensia​​ said:    God, you’re so fuckin’ sexy. ( Ginji..... 👉👈 )       ||| filthy dialogue starters || accepting |||

Of course she was. Nami could already imagine how she looked at the moment. Naked, long orange locks a complete mess and sticking to her sweat slicked skin as she rode him. Heavy breasts bounced with the motions, enticing him to touch but his hands never left her hips. Past partners compared her to a goddess when she was in this position, and she ate the compliments up. She made a point to clench her walls around Ginji's length as she lifted herself off his lap until only the tip lay nestled within her heat, hands curled around his shoulders with nails sinking almost painfully into his skin. It felt so good, her thighs quivering attesting to exactly how good it felt. ❝ You're not so bad yourself. ❞ Leaning forward, she traced the seam of his lips with her tongue, coaxing his mouth open so she could delve inside while slowly lowering herself back down onto his cock. Nami toyed with the piercing in his tongue, flicking her tongue over the balls before the kiss could turn into something filthier. She felt his hands finally move from her hips after giving them a squeeze, fingers trailing up her back and feeling the muscles shift with each roll and arch of her body. Then the sting of nails dragging back down, resulting in Nami releasing a high pitched whine against his lips, walls fluttering around his cock from the pain. That might have given him a little insight into what exactly she liked, if he wasn't utterly distracted, but at the moment she couldn't have cared less. Right now all she cared about was getting off, and the way he was now meeting her thrusts halfway must've meant he was close as well. ❝ That's it. Use me to get off, Ginji... ❞

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   ✉ @zahraalgernon said: " I hear you are quite good at drawing maps...? Have you ever thought about how the maps have changed over time--as in how the world has changed? "       — send nami asks! || accepting —

❝ Of course I do, ❞ Nami answered, a frown pinching her features. It was actually something she thought about frequently. If she wanted to see her dream come true, to make a map of the entire world and it be accurate, she knew it'd take time, and a lot of returning to places she'd already been. To make sure it all lined up relatively the same even after a period of time. In reality, with how much the earth changed in as short as a decade, her dream would never truly be complete, and she knew that. Shrugging, the grip she had on her elbows tightened. ❝ A good example is when we were trying to find the Sky Islands. There was an old map of Jaya, all of Jaya, but that's not how it looks now because of the Knock Up Stream. The world's a fascinating place to me, and it's ever shifting. Things get both destroyed and created all the time. That's the whole reason cartographers exist in the first place. To document these changes. If everything stayed the same it'd be boring, and people like myself wouldn't be needed. ❞