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WELCOME TO THE SALTBURNT NETWORK
USERNAME:
LOVECOOK
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I see. You're still upset with each other?
Well, you don't need to be MEAN. I think he just isn't
The most observant.
That's all.
Besides, it was cold in the village, I was always bundled up, so who notices clothes anyway?
[Not like here, where clothes seem to be completely optional.]
Well, if he doesn't know, I want him to. I don't mind explaining it.
So far nobody's freaked out over it.
Well, you don't need to be MEAN. I think he just isn't
The most observant.
That's all.
Besides, it was cold in the village, I was always bundled up, so who notices clothes anyway?
[Not like here, where clothes seem to be completely optional.]
Well, if he doesn't know, I want him to. I don't mind explaining it.
So far nobody's freaked out over it.
i'm not upset.
everyone. everyone notices clothes. except for him.
koby, that shitty idiot might not even know that he's a man. but go ahead and try to explain that you hacked your tits off because you didn't like them. i guarantee you he won't understand.
if anyone freaks out, i'll break their shitty face.
what about your
you know
???
[ ..................... pussy???????????????? ]
everyone. everyone notices clothes. except for him.
koby, that shitty idiot might not even know that he's a man. but go ahead and try to explain that you hacked your tits off because you didn't like them. i guarantee you he won't understand.
if anyone freaks out, i'll break their shitty face.
what about your
you know
???
[ ..................... pussy???????????????? ]
Don't lie to me. I'm too tired.
I'm not going to tell you that you NEED to reconcile or anything.
I think it'd help, but I've already made that clear.
I personally didn't hack anything, it was someone I paid in a port.
But I'll explain it as best I can. It's fine if he doesn't understand, I barely understand it all.
What about it? [It's??? Fine???]
I'm not going to tell you that you NEED to reconcile or anything.
I think it'd help, but I've already made that clear.
I personally didn't hack anything, it was someone I paid in a port.
But I'll explain it as best I can. It's fine if he doesn't understand, I barely understand it all.
What about it? [It's??? Fine???]
( immediately, zoro's face starts to lose the i-don't-give-a-fuck war, mouth drawing into a scowl the moment the cook starts fucking — bitching at him. what the hell is he doing here? what kind of stupid fucking question is that? there's an equally pissy response sitting right on the tip of his tongue, but he practically bites it off to keep it from coming out.
if this shitty cook were normal, he'd apologize and, as previously requested, fuck off. unfortunately, sanji isn't normal, so — even after a pretty valiant attempt at ignoring him, the bitching continues, this time far closer to him, accented words burrowing somewhere uncomfortable in his mind. annoyed, zoro finally blinks his eyes open and turns his head to glare at this shithead and he's met with —
too much skin. muscled thighs. a cock that zoro's never really looked at before that he looks at for far longer than he probably should, considering they're not —
up a little higher, and there's two pretty blue eyes glaring down at him, perfectly in tact, unobscured by his typical blonde swoop of bangs. if zoro's face is red, it's because of the god damn water he's sitting in that's radiating heat. honestly, if he didn't think it would feel like a victory for sanji, he'd probably sink into its fucking depths, beneath the bubbles haphazardly floating on top. )
Yeah, no. Not happening. ( blasé is always better when it comes to the cook. drawing his arms into the water, he rolls his eyes before closing them again, unbothered as hell besides the annoying thump of his heart in his chest. ) Try again. Or, better yet — don't.
if this shitty cook were normal, he'd apologize and, as previously requested, fuck off. unfortunately, sanji isn't normal, so — even after a pretty valiant attempt at ignoring him, the bitching continues, this time far closer to him, accented words burrowing somewhere uncomfortable in his mind. annoyed, zoro finally blinks his eyes open and turns his head to glare at this shithead and he's met with —
too much skin. muscled thighs. a cock that zoro's never really looked at before that he looks at for far longer than he probably should, considering they're not —
up a little higher, and there's two pretty blue eyes glaring down at him, perfectly in tact, unobscured by his typical blonde swoop of bangs. if zoro's face is red, it's because of the god damn water he's sitting in that's radiating heat. honestly, if he didn't think it would feel like a victory for sanji, he'd probably sink into its fucking depths, beneath the bubbles haphazardly floating on top. )
Yeah, no. Not happening. ( blasé is always better when it comes to the cook. drawing his arms into the water, he rolls his eyes before closing them again, unbothered as hell besides the annoying thump of his heart in his chest. ) Try again. Or, better yet — don't.
so you're not being careful.
you're supposed to be one of the smart ones, you idiot.
i don't know how things work here. but i don't want anything to happen to you.
i don't want a repeat of what happened back at the village here.
keep yourself fucking normal.
you're supposed to be one of the smart ones, you idiot.
i don't know how things work here. but i don't want anything to happen to you.
i don't want a repeat of what happened back at the village here.
keep yourself fucking normal.
Nothing is going to happen to me or any of us.
I promise.
[He can't promise that, actually, and they both know it, but.]
I'll just
Be more cautious, that's all.
Also if
I mean
I know talking isn't really your thing but
If you're still feeling
You know
If things feel weird now that you're back to yourself and not
I'm here, that's all.
I know what that feels like.
So.
I promise.
[He can't promise that, actually, and they both know it, but.]
I'll just
Be more cautious, that's all.
Also if
I mean
I know talking isn't really your thing but
If you're still feeling
You know
If things feel weird now that you're back to yourself and not
I'm here, that's all.
I know what that feels like.
So.
[ he is. Feeling. and he can't talk to zoro about it because they're not talking about anything, and he doesn't want to bog nami down with any more of his problems when she has a chance to be comfortable and happy for the first time in months. ]
i can't go back to how i was. i don't know if i want to.
but i wasn't ready for everything to change.
i lost something. i don't know what it was. i don't know if i'll ever know.
don't say anything about it to anyone. i don't want them to know.
it's a stupid thing to talk about.
that's why i don't want it to happen to you.
i can't go back to how i was. i don't know if i want to.
but i wasn't ready for everything to change.
i lost something. i don't know what it was. i don't know if i'll ever know.
don't say anything about it to anyone. i don't want them to know.
it's a stupid thing to talk about.
that's why i don't want it to happen to you.
( the avoidance is heard loud and clear. so nami has two choices: she can either get hurt and upset that sanji chose once again to keep her on the outside of his feelings, or she can meddle and probably piss him off again, and make the whole situation a million times worse. obviously the latter is the better choice.
and anyway, it is her birthday. if zoro and sanji don't expect her to meddle, they don't know her at all. )
tangerine tarts? they're my favorite.
and anyway, it is her birthday. if zoro and sanji don't expect her to meddle, they don't know her at all. )
tangerine tarts? they're my favorite.
[ not happening. zoro isn't moving. for a long moment they simply glower at each other, a standstill of hateful, complicated feelings sucking all the air from the damply heated room. sanji imagines kicking zoro in the face, maybe overturning the claw-footed tub or even cracking it in two and watching the water cascade over the gleaming floors. that wouldn't do either of them any favors, and he doesn't want to be so disrespectful to the servants of the house. sure, there doesn't seem to be a cruelly domineering master like judge vinsmoke residing over the manor, but sanji remembers what it was like to be stuck in a place like this. hell, he remembers all the staff at the baratie turning tail and fleeing over all the fights that erupted each day, so sanji is no stranger to scrubbing toilets and mopping floors. his scowl stays firmly in place, but he sets his basket of soaps and shampoo down at the edge of the tub, a sign that he intends to seemingly peacefully coexist in their shared space. ]
I need to get ready for dinner. I don't show up to nice events smelling like piss like you do.
[ he swings his legs over and dips his feet in the tub, then sinks them past the bubbles, planting them down so he can sit comfortably. his eyes steal another glance at zoro's broad chest, the tracery of scars across his skin. sanji's eye pangs with a sudden phantom ache, a memory of when it wasn't there at all and there was just zoro's gentle touch across a throbbing wound. he swallows, cupping a handful of water in his palm and splashing it over zoro's head. ]
You haven't washed your hair. You're going to dinner like that? Hold your breath.
[ aggressively and before he can protest, he pushes zoro's shoulder down and dunks his entire head beneath the sudsy water, then drags him back up, but positions him between his legs, uncapping his sweet-smelling shampoo and immediately beginning to lather up his hair, his firm, long fingers massaging his scalp from his temples all the way to the nape of his neck. he can't help but feel like he's giving a cat a very thorough petting session. ]
I need to get ready for dinner. I don't show up to nice events smelling like piss like you do.
[ he swings his legs over and dips his feet in the tub, then sinks them past the bubbles, planting them down so he can sit comfortably. his eyes steal another glance at zoro's broad chest, the tracery of scars across his skin. sanji's eye pangs with a sudden phantom ache, a memory of when it wasn't there at all and there was just zoro's gentle touch across a throbbing wound. he swallows, cupping a handful of water in his palm and splashing it over zoro's head. ]
You haven't washed your hair. You're going to dinner like that? Hold your breath.
[ aggressively and before he can protest, he pushes zoro's shoulder down and dunks his entire head beneath the sudsy water, then drags him back up, but positions him between his legs, uncapping his sweet-smelling shampoo and immediately beginning to lather up his hair, his firm, long fingers massaging his scalp from his temples all the way to the nape of his neck. he can't help but feel like he's giving a cat a very thorough petting session. ]
( this kind of feels like a test — a test of zoro's willpower, or something, to see if he'll cave, if he'll react. he wishes he had the wado here, resting beside the bathtub within arm's reach, so he could slice this shithead's dick off. he wishes this shithead would just sink into the water with him, sit between his thighs and lean back against him so that maybe he could wrap his arms around his middle the way they used to sometimes sleep.
it's a test that zoro's really trying not to fail, even if it means lounging there beneath the bubbles with his eyes closed and his mouth quirking downwards with displeasure, like if he keeps his mouth shut, the cook will actually leave him the fuck alone. it's a stupid thought, considering how good sanji's been at leaving him the fuck alone over the past few weeks — why bother now? his frown only deepens.
apparently, it's futile, because before he knows it, the cook's sticking his feet in the water next to him and setting down his stupid little basket of fancy bottles of whatever-the-hell that zoro finally turns his head to eyeball. what ever happened to a good old fashioned bar of soap rubbed over his skin and on top of his head? stupid. ) Hey, w—
( zoro's too busy mentally complaining to resist the veritable baptism he's given by sanji's hand, emerging from the depths of the water with a huff of a breath and green hair wet and flattened on top of his head. it stuns him into silence, radiating the quiet fury of the pissy cat that he once was until — there are hands in his hair, massaging shampoo that smells a little too good through the strands and over his scalp.
now, instead of a test, it feels kind of like a set-up. had nami said something to him? zoro hasn't really said anything to nami about what happened; he's just refused to bring the cook up first in conversation, occasionally refused to sleep in his own bedroom because the distance between them felt too big and yet not remotely big enough and nami's still his lifeline, even without their connection.
he wants to be mad, but it's hard to be when sanji's hands feel so annoyingly good as he washes zoro's hair for him, make the part of his throat that might've rumbled with contentment in another life feel hollow. the tension slowly eases out of his shoulders, and finally ... he tips his head back, looking up at the cook in his silly little headband with pathetically tired eyes and just asking: ) Why?
it's a test that zoro's really trying not to fail, even if it means lounging there beneath the bubbles with his eyes closed and his mouth quirking downwards with displeasure, like if he keeps his mouth shut, the cook will actually leave him the fuck alone. it's a stupid thought, considering how good sanji's been at leaving him the fuck alone over the past few weeks — why bother now? his frown only deepens.
apparently, it's futile, because before he knows it, the cook's sticking his feet in the water next to him and setting down his stupid little basket of fancy bottles of whatever-the-hell that zoro finally turns his head to eyeball. what ever happened to a good old fashioned bar of soap rubbed over his skin and on top of his head? stupid. ) Hey, w—
( zoro's too busy mentally complaining to resist the veritable baptism he's given by sanji's hand, emerging from the depths of the water with a huff of a breath and green hair wet and flattened on top of his head. it stuns him into silence, radiating the quiet fury of the pissy cat that he once was until — there are hands in his hair, massaging shampoo that smells a little too good through the strands and over his scalp.
now, instead of a test, it feels kind of like a set-up. had nami said something to him? zoro hasn't really said anything to nami about what happened; he's just refused to bring the cook up first in conversation, occasionally refused to sleep in his own bedroom because the distance between them felt too big and yet not remotely big enough and nami's still his lifeline, even without their connection.
he wants to be mad, but it's hard to be when sanji's hands feel so annoyingly good as he washes zoro's hair for him, make the part of his throat that might've rumbled with contentment in another life feel hollow. the tension slowly eases out of his shoulders, and finally ... he tips his head back, looking up at the cook in his silly little headband with pathetically tired eyes and just asking: ) Why?
do you do it to zoro?
[ don't be crazy don't be crazy don't be crazy ]
i like everything that you do to me.
i think i like your kisses the best. when it's just your lips on mine, and i can feel how fast your heart gets. it's like you're speaking to me without words.
[ don't be crazy don't be crazy don't be crazy ]
i like everything that you do to me.
i think i like your kisses the best. when it's just your lips on mine, and i can feel how fast your heart gets. it's like you're speaking to me without words.
i don’t do it to anyone
do you think i’m mean?
( why doesn’t anyone want her blowjobs. is it because she’s bossy. do they feel like they can’t ask. does she even want them to ask. )
hehe 🧡
you’re the sappiest guy ever
is it like that with whoever you kiss
do you think i’m mean?
( why doesn’t anyone want her blowjobs. is it because she’s bossy. do they feel like they can’t ask. does she even want them to ask. )
hehe 🧡
you’re the sappiest guy ever
is it like that with whoever you kiss
no! you don't have to do that. ever. not if you don't want to.
but... do you want to?
[ ... ]
i've only done it once. i'm not much of an expert. at all.
but i liked it. the one time i did it.
i don't have it done to me very often. honestly, i don't even remember the last time.
no. kissing you is a uniquely singular experience. nothing compares.
nothing else in the world is like it.
but... do you want to?
[ ... ]
i've only done it once. i'm not much of an expert. at all.
but i liked it. the one time i did it.
i don't have it done to me very often. honestly, i don't even remember the last time.
no. kissing you is a uniquely singular experience. nothing compares.
nothing else in the world is like it.
yes
( possibly she just needed to be under the influence to admit it to herself. that, or the desire will disappear once she sobers up. either way. )
with zoro and me you mean?
he liked it too. brings it up a lot
you're good at kissing
probably because you have a lot of experience with it
( possibly she just needed to be under the influence to admit it to herself. that, or the desire will disappear once she sobers up. either way. )
with zoro and me you mean?
he liked it too. brings it up a lot
you're good at kissing
probably because you have a lot of experience with it
you can try it on me. if you want.
and you can stop anytime if you don't like it.
he does?
i didn't think i'd be very good at it. he's the only person i've ever done that to.
it's much easier with girls but it's not bad with
men
either
or it's not bad with him because i don't like any other men.
i am?! i don't have that much experience, nami!
i mean... back at the baratie, maybe... we did get a lot of customers... but it wasn't anything like what we do.
nothing is like what we do.
and you can stop anytime if you don't like it.
he does?
i didn't think i'd be very good at it. he's the only person i've ever done that to.
it's much easier with girls but it's not bad with
men
either
or it's not bad with him because i don't like any other men.
i am?! i don't have that much experience, nami!
i mean... back at the baratie, maybe... we did get a lot of customers... but it wasn't anything like what we do.
nothing is like what we do.
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