Where Is This Love? I Can’t See It, I Can’t Touch It. I Can’t Feel It. I Can Hear It. I Can Hear

kento loves his day offs. not only because he gets to spend time with you, but also because he gets pampered...

waking up early to make him some breakfast, maybe even ask him to do a morning jog with you and then come back home to do some cuddling.

he loves when you put those face masks on him... he’s not really fond of it at first but he eventually got used to it.

what he finds the most adorable is when you clip his bangs with a pompompurin hair clip, with you yapping about how he resembles the little yellow character.

it would then lead to him laying his head on your lap while he listens to you talk about all the latest gossips that you’ve heard—he doesn’t really understand most of it but he’s trying, okay...

as the day comes to an end, you’re both back on your shared bed. fighting on who loves the other person more—in which he always win by the way—eventually feeling drowsy and sleeping in each other’s embrace.

he can’t wait for another day off.

swu’s note: he’s so pompompurin coded I CAN’T.

the sillies

*holds your hand * *holds your hand* *holds your hand* *holds y-*

happy 1000th episode One Piece!

i love the og dumbass duo + nami dynamic

this video got me thinking….its kinda giving choso so walk with me real quick besties

˚ʚ♡ɞ

“fuckkkk,” the back of choso’s head knocked against the headboard, his chest heaving with a thin sheen of sweat covering it. the poor boy couldn’t form a single thought—the only thing swirling around in his empty mind is that he needed more.

his breath hitched when he felt your tongue wrap around his nipple once more, flicking the sensitive bud with your tongue. you didn’t bother saying much to him, it’d be pointless being the only word he could respond with was a breathy ‘fuck’.

“i’m ’bout to—hmph! nut again, it’s coming baby,” his head lolled onto his shoulder, his hips now bucking up to create a rhythm with your hand. you hummed around his nipple, squeezing his angry red tip, the clear pearls of precum leaking from his tip had you dying for a taste. “be louder…w’nna hear you cho,” you whispered in his ear, licking at the shell of it.

choso shuddered rather violently at the feeling, but nonetheless he got louder for you—a tad bit louder than you had expected. choso’s mouth dropped opened, a symphony of whiny moans following right after.

if he had any energy he’d fuck your fist himself, but alas after 3 consecutive orgasms all he could do was pathetically roll his hips. “so fuckin’ close, cmon baby make me cum,” choso nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt your soft hands begin to play his balls, squeezing them ever so softly.

choso’s entire body went limp as his orgasm hit, moan after pornographic moan spilling past his kiss bitten lips. the first shot of cum landed on his chest, some getting on his chin, which you greedily licked at a second later. his thighs shook in overstimulation, nearly closing because now it was really starting to become too much.

“baby baby baby wait—hah! you’re gonna f-fuckin’ kill me,” his larger hand wrapped weakly around your wrist, but it stopped nothing. you kissed you way up his chest to his neck, sloppily kissing, licking, and sucking any bit you could get. he just smelled so good—like vanilla and cinnamon, you just wanted to eat him up.

you brushed his hair out his face with your free hand. you looked into his tired, yet oh so lustful eyes, “you good?” you asked, halting your hand’s movements. choso sniffled and gave you a weak nod, “want you to drain me dry angel, even if i start crying.” it’s funny because just as choso finished his sentence a stray tear slipped from his eye, landing on his already messy abdomen.

choso stuck out his tongue making you giggle. you knew exactly what he wanted. you leant over, wasting no time shoving your tongue in his mouth, swallowing up his whiny moans. you resumed your hand’s movements, squealing when you felt choso’s teeth sink into your bottom lip.

he truly didn’t know if he had another orgasm in him but he didn’t care, even if he blacked out. why do you ask?? because soon he’ll be receiving the best aftercare known to man. cuddles, kisses, BACK SCRATCHES!!! he was as content as could be.

death by shonen jump standards and practices

Nicolás Brown (Gangsta)

Hey hey! Congrats on your milestone!! 🎉 So I hope I got it right for the event but I would like to request for the second movie Sakazuki and number 10 please? 🙈

Niggy! I'm sorry this took so long. Hope you're enjoying this little writing and doing well <3. 

— N.SFW WARNING !

𖡼 c.w | fingering, dirty talking, and a bit of ooc. no proofreading either, sorry guys.  𖡼 word account | 0.9K

the first thing Sakazuki felt when he woke up was the cold place you had left behind in your bed. his arm was resting on the sheet, and the Chief Admiral would have preferred it to rest on you. he frowned, concerned about where you were. but his face relaxed as the smell of breakfast titillated his nostrils and he remembered that it was your day in the kitchen. 

he got up, threw on a pair of pants and headed for the kitchen. the smell was stronger and more pleasant as he entered the room and he didn't hesitate to follow your curves with his gaze, in silence.  in spite of his usual bad mood, his perpetual tension, sakazuki could not help but appreciate the sweetness of this daily life and the tenderness you showed him, the one that allowed him not to sink a little more every day. 

he ended up approaching you and embracing you from behind while leaving a burning kiss on your neck. you were wearing one of his shirts, much too big for you of course, and he liked to feel you surrounded by something of his. you turned around, and smiled at him. a smile that only you had the secret to, one that could bring him to his knees if you wanted it to. and of course, he preferred not to make that fact obvious. 

he soon kissed you, and he could taste the sweetness of a fruit that your lips had soaked up. A kiss that was supposed to be a good morning kiss turned into a much hotter, much more intense kiss than you expected. the Chief Admiral grunted, and your head began to spin. each kiss you shared lit embers in your belly and you felt every part of your body ignite at his touch. 

his hand went under your thighs and lifted you onto the kitchen table. you felt the tip of a fork bite into your flesh. you winced slightly and your man removed what was on the table with a flick of his hand. "no, wait! you don't have to destroy what i-" he smothered your rebuke with an even more intense kiss, running his hands down the back of his now embarrassing shirt. 

his fingers soon found your bare breasts and a sneer formed on his lips. he wrapped his large hands around your breasts and caressed them tenderly, not hesitating to tickle your nipples. your moans were a pure blessing to his ears and he broke away from your lips only to find the softness of your neck. he kissed your skin, whispering raw words against your flesh, making your epidermis quiver. soon his hands left your breasts, and almost painfully slowly moved down your belly before finding the elastic of your panties. he passed a hand slowly over them, already noticing how wet you were for him. "you're ready for me by now, my love? have you no restraint?" he teased.  

you blushed furiously as you tried to close your thighs on his hand to limit the friction that sakazuki was already beginning to exert on your clothed pussy. you felt your entrance tighten, already impatient to feel him inside you. your companion then passed a hand under your lingerie and groaned as he heard your satisfied moan when one of his fingers came in contact with your clitoris. he gently titillated it, rolling it under his fingers, slowly tracing imaginary circles that made your legs tremble. 

sakazuki finally went down to your entrance and slipped a finger directly into your cunt, letting go of your moans and coming back to your mouth to kiss you. he began to move back and forth slowly, to give you a minimum of time to adjust. then, his movements became more urgent, deeper, and akainu added another finger. soon, your body was trembling under the onslaught of his fingering, causing the table to sway in harmony with sakazuki's movements. he bent his fingers, trying to reach that little spot he knew would be crucial to your orgasm while his thumb returned to your clitoris. 

soon, he found your g-spot, and he could feel under his lips, under his hand how your body was preparing for a tsunami of sensations. your body began to contract around him, and your lower abdomen felt like it was burning. you could feel how the pleasure invaded every part of your body, how it came in waves, making you clutch at the marine as if trying not to sink under the torrents of sensation that threatened to engulf you. dirty noises were rising in the kitchen, enhanced by your moans and sometimes the kisses you were exchanging that came to choke them. your vision blurred then, and you reached the paroxysm of your pleasure.

your body contracted even more violently, your hands clamped down on sakazuki's broad back and he didn't stop his movements, helping your orgasm to prolong. finally, he stopped when you ended up relaxing, and he gently caressed the length of your entrance. you had wet the table and your breakfast was a bit of a washout. but he had still served you a pleasant wake-up call.

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Their accents truly were *a chef's kiss*

it starts small. a few extra snacks during movie nights, cozy winter meals that are too good to pass up, lazy mornings spent wrapped in each other instead of working out. neither of you really notice at first—until one fateful evening when you try to sit on nanami’s lap like usual, only for him to let out a very undignified grunt.

“…ow.”

you freeze. “what do you mean ow?”

nanami exhales, adjusting his grip on your waist. “i mean that you are significantly heavier than you were last season.”

your jaw drops. “did you just call me fat?”

he gives you a look—one that says he’s already regretting his word choice. “that’s not what I said.”

“but it’s what you meant!” you clutch your chest dramatically. “so this is how our love story ends, huh? my boyfriend calling me fat after we spent the entire winter eating like royalty?”

nanami sighs, rubbing his temples. “first of all, i never said that. second of all, we did this together, which means you’re not the only one who’s gained weight.”

you pause, eyes narrowing. “you have?”

“yes.”

immediately, your hands go to his sides, pressing into his waist, and your eyes widen in delight. “oh my god. you have.”

nanami groans as you start squishing at his stomach, trying to gauge just how much softer he’s gotten. “stop that.”

“no, this is the best discovery ever,” you say, grinning. “you’re cozier.”

“so are you,” he mutters, gripping your hips and pulling you closer, voice lowering as he adds, “which I like.”

you blink, caught off guard for a second. then you smirk. “oh? so you like my winter weight?”

“if it means there’s more of you to hold, then yes,” he replies simply, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

your smirk falters, heart skipping a beat. “…now i feel bad for bullying you.”

nanami hums, pressing another kiss to your collarbone. “you should.”

you sigh dramatically. “fine. truce?”

“truce.” he wraps his arms fully around you, pulling you against his chest with ease. “but if we both want to get back in shape, we should start waking up earlier.”

you wrinkle your nose. “hmm. or… we could just stay cozy and accept our fate.”

nanami chuckles, resting his chin atop your head. “…tempting.”