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| JAN 2025 TDM | Playing dice & crossing the line. Under normal circumstances, Nami might have never let herself recognize Zoro for the gorgeous idiot he is. FEB 2025 WELCOME EVENT | Pods Pt. 1 | OVERFLOW There's definitely a loud yell of surprise, followed by a 'you fucking sword himbo'... FEB 2025 WELCOME EVENT | Pods Pt. 2 | OVERFLOW Then he kisses her, as though to say, 'hello again, by the way'. Sweet and indulgent, like maybe he's missed her for the few rounds they've been apart. FEB 2025 GAME EVENT | Love Nest She looks like an angel in her lofty nest, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. And her voiceโit exudes such warmth and fondness that Zoro's heart, usually marching to the steady rhythm of a wardrum, is suddenly stumbling and tripping over itself. 'Dumbass' has never sounded so sweet. EVENT NAME | DESC/TITLE | OVERFLOW "This is meant to be a quote about the thread or something." EVENT NAME | DESC/TITLE | OVERFLOW "This is meant to be a quote about the thread or something." EVENT NAME | DESC/TITLE | OVERFLOW "This is meant to be a quote about the thread or something." EVENT NAME | DESC/TITLE | OVERFLOW "This is meant to be a quote about the thread or something." EVENT NAME | DESC/TITLE | OVERFLOW "This is meant to be a quote about the thread or something." EVENT NAME | DESC/TITLE | OVERFLOW "This is meant to be a quote about the thread or something." EVENT NAME | DESC/TITLE | OVERFLOW "This is meant to be a quote about the thread or something." EVENT NAME | DESC/TITLE | OVERFLOW "This is meant to be a quote about the thread or something." EVENT NAME | DESC/TITLE | OVERFLOW "This is meant to be a quote about the thread or something." EVENT NAME | DESC/TITLE | OVERFLOW "This is meant to be a quote about the thread or something." EVENT NAME | DESC/TITLE | OVERFLOW "This is meant to be a quote about the thread or something." EVENT NAME | DESC/TITLE | OVERFLOW "This is meant to be a quote about the thread or something." EVENT NAME | DESC/TITLE | OVERFLOW "This is meant to be a quote about the thread or something." EVENT NAME | DESC/TITLE | OVERFLOW "This is meant to be a quote about the thread or something." EVENT NAME | DESC/TITLE | OVERFLOW "This is meant to be a quote about the thread or something." MAY 2025 TDM | don't make a move til i say action Unable to wait for her cue, Namiโs hand slips past his unbuttoned suit jacket, her fingers curling possessively around one of the suspenders running down the broad expanse of his chest, giving it a pointed tug as her eyebrows raise and fall appraisingly. JUNE 2025 WELCOME EVENT | Withholding Jewelry | OVERFLOW Dare you to marry me before we find the one piece. SLICE OF LIFE | Romance at the Smoked Egg Would you still love me if I turned into a table? JULY 2025 TDM | lanterns In these moments, his world narrows to just her, and he finds himself wanting nothing more than to simply dote on her and ensure her happiness. |
โ darling, these days my favorite view is you (june event)
โThink you threw my top overboard,โ she says gently, leaving it up to interpretation if sheโs asking him or telling him. Tilting her chin up to brush her lips against his collarbone, Nami exhales in a dreamy, fuckstruck sigh while pushing herself up enough to rest her chin on her hand, first to study the horizon, then, inevitably, to look back down at him.
The backs of her fingers brush over his jaw, as the mental tally she keeps of his freckles ticks up higher. Deep down, Namiโs long surrendered to the fact that heโs one of two people to make her this disgustingly besotted, but sheโll likely put up a front for the rest of her life.
โYouโre gonna owe me a new bikini now.โ Heโs not, but she has to say something that might be reproachful in the right light to balance out the way sheโs fawning over him.
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Nami shifts, and Zoro's eyes flutter open so he can drink her in. He keeps his own tally of her: the way her hair catches the light, the pretty curve of her neck, the telling flush on her cheeks. Then there are her eyesโdeep, captivating pools of intelligence and mischief. Looking into them makes him understand every effusive love song he's ever heard.
He grins at her words, and it's a slow, predatory curve of his lips. He remembers. He remembers Nami frantic and breathless, impatient to feel nothing between them, to be pressed together skin-to-skin. So he'd only been helping, really, when he tore away the scant fabric of both her top and her bottom, and can he really be blamed for carelessly tossing it all aside? He had more important things to focus his energy on.
His arousal is never quite sated when it comes to Nami, and he already feels the warmth stirring low as his hands caress down her sides, then settle to rub circles lazily at her full hips. She's solid and soft, and even like this, with her draped over him after an incredible encounter, he can't seem to get enough.
It's easy for him to pull her up, using his strength to bring them face to face, so he can gaze up at her like she's the sun. "Okay." He reaches up, his large hand gently cupping the back of her head, pulling her down for another kiss, a slow, lingering promise against her lips. He'd get her whatever she wanted. Anything to keep that soft, sated glow that makes her even more beautiful than the sun-drenched sea. "No guarantee it won't go overboard, too, but. That's a risk you just have to take."
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"You taste like the ocean again," she murmurs, obviously too lost in the afterglow to care that she's babbling. "Like the first time I kissed you.โ And like the devious bent to his smile, the lingering warmth of her arousal at that memory could never go unnoticed. Even right on the heels of their most recent collision, it doesnโt take much from Zoro to make Nami weigh out just tackling him again. As turned on as she may be, he still gets a laugh at the easy, matter-of-fact way he gives into her demands before pulling her close enough to kiss.
โOkay,โ she echoes against his mouth, her inner thighs squeezing his hips while she steals another kiss. When she draws back, both hands come up to cradle the sides of his face, thumbs tracing his jaw before skimming down his neck. โStay like this,โ Namiโs hand grip his shoulders briefly, as though she means to keep him in place when she brings herself close enough to dust kisses across the bridge of his nose and lower, lingering on every beautiful facet of his face while her hands do the same to his chest, worshiping and loving every detail.
โWant you inside me again,โ Namiโs hips roll slowly, letting him feel the slick drag of her cunt against his length. โLet me ride you.โ
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This place isn't real, he's sure of itโthis sun and sea aren't the same ones from home, as tempting as it is to believe they might be. But Nami is real, and their love is real, and the memory of that first kiss, the rush of discovery as they charted new territory together on that first night in the casinoโthat's real, too. It all floods his senses, and he's already hard again, thrumming with anticipation as her thighs squeeze his hips, the delicious pressure making him groan low in his throat.
When she tells him to, "Stay like this," his first instinctโto surge upward and bury himself in herโis immediately overridden. The obscenely large rock on her finger glints under the sun, and he smiles as he catches a flash of it, tilting his head to press kisses on her wrist before he settles back and obeys.
His eyes flutter shut as she kisses all over his face while her hands map out his body, and Zoro feels utterly seen and loved. It nearly makes his breath catch in his throat, the affection welling up in his chest. He is the shoreline and she is the tide, pulling him in, reshaping his heart with her gentle, insistent force.
She tells him what she wants, and he moans openly at the slick heat of her against his straining length. That's all the invitation he needs; a low, guttural moan escapes him as he guides her hips down, the friction sending a jolt through him as he feels the smooth, wet slide of her envelop his cock. He watches her face and sees the pure, uninhibited desire etched there, and he knows this is where he belongs.
Another man might have had words to speak in that moment, but all Zoro can do is pull her down by the nape, pressing a searing kiss to her lips before trailing a path of affection down her neck, tracing the delicate line of her collarbones with his tongue before moving lower to suckle at her breasts, gently grazing her nipples with his teeth.
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Taking advantage of this angle, she tilts her hips down and moves to let her body meet his, taking all of him before grinding slow, so that the hot drag of his cock against the already tight, slick clutch of her walls can drive them both blissfully insane. Her breath comes ragged against his lips between kisses, as the frissons of pleasure pouring through her from every roll of her hips pulls at her inner sense of greed. He feels too perfect not to chase after more almost instinctually, every kiss, or sweep of her hands across his skin, forever mapping him, committing every plane and curve to memory.
Everything about this is too perfect to rush and too good to last as long as Nami would like it to, even the warmth of the sun on her back chiseling itself into her memory. "I love you," she whispers, soft and ragged, before being compelled to repeat those words again and again as the roll of her hips begins to grow quicker and more urgent.
She gasps as his lips travel down her neck and along her collarbone and lets one arm wrap around his shoulders, her fingers carding through his hair until his lips catch her nipple and the hot rake of teeth makes her pull his hair in response.
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His hands grip her hips, urging her on, lost in the slow, deliberate grind of her body against his. It's a rhythm that has him besotted. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her lips brushing his, and he's drunk on the taste of her. He hears her whisper, "I love you," and his heart swells to the size of a continent, a vast landscape of adoration and devotion. He'd find a way to make this perfect moment last forever if he could. "Love you, too," he rasps, his voice thick with a rare vulnerability. "More than anything."
The sharp tug on his hair is an electric shock, a jolt of pure pleasure that makes him moan deep in his chest. He loves this wildness in her, this uninhibited surrender to the moment. He loves the way her hips begin to roll faster, more urgently, as she rides him, and he can't get enough. He sucks harder on her chest, his tongue tracing patterns on her sensitive skin, loving the way she melts into him, loving the way they bring each other to this point of perfect, breathless bliss.
"Nami," he warns suddenly, and it's all he can do before his body seizes with a final, desperate thrust, groaning loudly against her heart. He feels the thick ropes of his orgasm pour into her welcoming heat, a hot, shuddering release that pulls every muscle taut and leaves him utterly spent. He buries his face in her neck, breathing her in as he holds her impossibly close, a soft, glorious weight in his arms.
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Her body tightens and quivers around him, his cock slicked up with fresh arousal as Nami comes undone before the tension uncoiling through her finally goes slack and leaves her boneless and breathing hard against his chest, her eyes shut tight as she relishes in the strength in the arms he wraps around her, and the familiar heat of his body pressed snug to hers. Dazed and breathing hard, Nami turns her head enough to kiss his collarbone before those lips travel up to pepper the side of his face with similarly giddy shows of affection.
"You're too fucking beautiful when we're out at sea. I'm gonna have my work cut out for me when we get home and it's time to focus again."