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When I get home from uhhh birthday celebrations I'm gonna lock the fuck in I think... Get some icons for Rion made, do a reply or too... Maybe if I'm not a chicken shit I might even message people to plot ( probably not )

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So the newest chapter of Sakamoto Days huh...

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Soft breaths tremble through the weapons maker's body, lips already pressing his affection to Shin's throat almost mindlessly; intimacy was far less terrifying now that it's something Natsuki has grown familiar with. Practice makes perfect after all and with the man pinned beneath bare thighs, practice was something he'd found in abundance. Perhaps he should follow his own warnings, to slow down and savor their time together rather than diving right back into the lap of his boyfriend but he's a hypocrite as much as he is a genius, he does not follow his own rules.

Fingertips playfully trace a nipple, dark blues fixating on the way skin gives way to the gentle flex of his fingers pressing into the muscle of his boyfriend's pecs. ( Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit- ) Pressure against his own skin, massaging the cool flesh of his hips, does little to soothe the rushing waves of heat flooding through his abdomen and chest. It's miserable and embarrassing that Shin hardly has to do much of anything before Natsuki's brain completely shuts down but muscle memory manages to keep him in place, keeps him from embarrassing himself the way he had when they'd first started the more physical prospects of their relationship.

Seba isn't someone that deludes himself into thinking he's above base instinct, desire something far from unfamiliar to the raven haired man but for some ridiculous reason a horny text and being perched in the lap of who he's long since decided is the last man he'll ever love has his brain and body putty within the clairvoyant's hands. “ Yeah making my ass sore is such a kindness, ” perhaps not the best time to go picking a fight considering Shin could easily just blue ball them both if he's feeling some particular sort of way but he can't help himself.

Regardless of the attitude lingering upon his tongue, it's not a rejection of the idea; It's not like he's so terribly stupid and lazy that he can't figure out how to get the job done and he's definitely thought about it a few times... If Shin happens to think he's a shitty top then that's the blonde's fault for wanting to switch things up, even if Natsuki knows he's not going to half ass it. “ But alright, guess I'll have to get off your lap and start prepping you right? Man topping sounds like so much more work than just laying there and taking it... ”

when natsuki pushes off of him, he’s hit with a wave of anticipation for what’s to come. they’re here, in the process of baring all for the other one to see. this isn’t the first time they’ve seen each other like this, it isn’t as nerve wracking as their first time. it takes a certain level of trust, being so open and vulnerable. there’s nobody in this world he would want to be laying here with, nobody but natsuki.

as scary as it might be, this must be what love feels like. finding that person you know will accept you with your flaws, while accepting theirs without any question. love is something he’d never thought he’d get to experience, with all of his flaws. but he’s here, with the man he loves, the man who loves him.

before natsuki can reclaim his spot, shin adjusts his position on the bed. properly sitting on it, instead of leaning against the edge of it, with little room to sit. and once he’s comfortable, he doesn’t hide the fact that he’s staring, bright blue hues fixed upon the only remaining fabric, taking note of the visible excitement.

he feels a similar excitement, the evidence hidden under way too much fabric. he’s half tempted to rush, to allow himself to breathe. before he can, natsuki’s taking his place back on shin’s lap. his attention is redirected, his hands resting upon his boyfriends hips, fingertips dipping under the waistband, rubbing circles into natsuki’s flesh.

“ yeah, okay. i’ll slow down, let’s savor it. ” his words are rushed, gaze dropping to the hand on his chest. he almost misses natsuki’s next statement, suddenly hyper aware of how close they are. however, he meets natsuki’s gaze again, the cogs in his head starting back up again. “ i want you to top tonight, since i’ve been so nice and have done it more than you. ”

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SAKAMOTO DAYS, Rion Akao 😍

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I know I keep being ooc instead of writing 😔 I just wanted to do a quick update on stuff, I'm clearing out most of my inbox (a lot of it is stuff from years ago or months ago) because the number is a lot larger than I'd like and it's making me anxious, this isn't to say I don't want asks sent period!!! It's just with how many I've been getting sent in, I've been overwhelmed and it's been making locking in and writing shit difficult when I see the number there, basically I'm a weenie and a baby about large numbers 💀 with that said, my ask inbox is always open and if you want to send memes in, I have those linked on my pinned but as is, anything that's been sent in until recently (sans a few asks that aren't ask memes) is getting deleted for a fresh start.

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Send “Talk about-” and a name for my muse to talk about that person!

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Perhaps it had been too high an ask to not worry himself sick over the past, it's a recent transgression of course but Ace - and Luffy as well, the fire fist knows - gets over much larger incidents far faster than the average man let alone pirate; He's not upset with Sanji anymore, there's a ridiculous sense of understanding, of knowing that keeps his temper from flaring towards the newly revealed Germa prince. ( Holy shit I pulled royalty haha... ) That's not important to think about right now though, there's way better things to worry about than preening over making Sanji somehow fall in love with him. “ I know, but if I'm not beating you up for it then what makes you think I'll let you do it huh? Nobody's mean to my honey but me. ”

And truthfully, Portgas couldn't imagine himself being mean to the chef for any reason, their little spat had made him miserable, thoughts running rampant the hours after the big confrontation, regrets simmering hot within his belly and many times he considered seeing if he could finish the job Sanji clearly hadn't wanted to; See if he could split his sternum open again and bleed his emotions until there's nothing left to release but he couldn't do that - Not while he has Luffy still relying on him, not when he needs to get Sanji out of this hellish ‘ paradise ’.

Man he really hates Big Mom, emperor rivalry aside, this entire island was mind bogglingly irritating, no wonder Sanji was so violent towards them. “ Well, s'long as you promise it'll only be to me next time, I won't hold it against you. I won't lie and say I know what you're feeling because I don't, but we'll get this figured out, I promise. ” Even if he has no clue how they're gonna get this stupid wedding ordeal situated. It's dumb to think about, how hopeless the entire situation feels considering he's a man that once sat atop a ledge waiting to be executed and damn near did die.

Ace is used to doing the impossible, he's very much aware he's overcame numerous situations that should have ended in death and it's that, that makes him so confident they'll figure something out. “ Including saving your shitass family and your sister. ” He mumbles, lips still pressed firmly to pale skin. Dark browns close for a moment, hot air puffing from his nose while he falls into thought, grows irritated with the ideas he does cook up, and pulls himself away from Sanji long enough to take his wrist between warm palms to observe. “ Hey now, no tears while I'm here unless they're happy, got it? I dunno how but we'll find a way to get these off of you and then you'll show you're a better man than ball chin McGee, okay? Then we'll make out in front of him and fuck off forever into the sunset and get married on our time. ”

even with this reunion, he knows they're not in the clear yet. the wedding is still looming over them, what's supposed to be a joyous occasion, turning into something much more deadly. and it's going to be coming faster than everyone anticipates, so they should be utilizing this time to come up with some kind of strategy. a less selfish strategy, that doesn't involve figuring out how to get these cuffs off and let his shitty family die.

“  easier said than done, you know how i am. ” extremely empathetic, especially with that vinsmoke blood that coursed through his veins. in his family's eyes, his empathy is what makes him weak. he can be empathetic to a fault, but he's far from weak. despite everything he's gone through, he's survived, he's come back much stronger. and how ironic, his empathy is what's getting them saved in the end, when he's got every right to leave them behind, let the big mom pirates carry out their plan. “ yeah, something like that. i guess i just wanted my wedding day to feel real, not just for some political gain. ” it's almost crazy to think that, if he actually proposed to ace, he'd get just that. a genuine wedding, full of so much love, so much laughter. “  well, lucky for you, i don't plan on proposing to anyone else. you're the only one i want. ”

as their lips meet, the rest of the world seems to fade away, even if it is temporary. being reunited with ace, having him in his grasp again, has that storm inside of him starting to clear up. things aren't so dreary anymore, now that he's got the people who really care for him back, the people who would risk their lives just to get him on the crew again. it's a temporary reprieve from what's to come, a moment where sanji's letting himself be selfish, and savor the feeling of ace's lips on his, when he should be making some kind of game plan.

when the kiss breaks, his mind shifts back into gear. he's thrown into reality once again, even with the kisses against his skin. he, so desperately, wants to hang onto this moment, but that dread he felt earlier is creeping up onto him. and just like that, fresh tears roll down his cheeks again, leaving fresh tracks in their wake. “  i just want this damn thing to be over, i want to go home with you all. but i can't, not yet, not when i've got to save my shitty family. ” his voice quivers, his body shaking once again, as he lifts one of his wrists up, the gold cuff standing out against the gray weather. “  even if i wanted to leave, he put a bomb on my wrist, and it'll explode if i step foot off this island. he's treating me like some prisoner, so why shouldn't i just let him die? ”

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Hnnng... Try to write replies for bozos or keep doing shit with Rion... I am miserable trying to make decisions here but I need to get a bio, additional information, and a playlist started for her but I also need to do replies...

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The way I fear Miriam and Rion nuked everyone... This is truly a terrible fate but my badass women... Tragic badass women... Ohhhh save me tragic badass women...

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Expect information on Rion some time in the next couple of days... Assuming I don't make her the mascot too because she's so... Yeah

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Deep blues shy away from his lover's features, still not quite used to being so exposed even in front of the man that's been his first, well... Everything, it's always embarrassing to be so unabashedly stared at even if it makes his heart race with joy; Natsuki is not one to have an ego, he knows he's handsome because Shin has forced him to understand that he's a sight to see even when covered in grime but to be so revered by someone that's just so good... ( I love this fool. ) And the thought doesn't scare him much, not when pale skin is so inviting and definitely not when he feels fingers fumbling with the buckle of his belt, the button and zipper on his jeans before he decides to be somewhat merciful.

Strong thighs flex to push himself off of Shin's lap, trembling fingers pushing the denim past his hips in an awkward dance to get the offending garment off his body and after struggling like a fish on the sand, he's finally left with thin black fabric clinging to his pelvis. It does a terrible job hiding how excited he was but then again, so did Natsuki's face. “ Slow down and savor the moment since you're gonna be mean to me. ” His voice shakes, lithe body already plopping itself back onto the blonde's thighs while strong hands grab for the firm flesh of the clairvoyant's chest.

Awestruck is the best way to describe the expression adorning the weapons maker's face, lips parted just slightly as he focuses on the warmth pressing against him, on gently digging his fingers into muscle without causing pain and the scent of his boyfriend that's so terribly familiar and comforting. Deep breaths do little to ease his rapidly beating heart, too much; Too overwhelming, but he does not want to stop. “ How do we want to do this tonight? ”

with each kiss a fire burns brighter, setting his nerves alight. he absolutely hates this, what a few kisses can do to him. they’re kisses in all the right places, as if natsuki has memorized the parts of his body, as if he cared enough to do so. that’s why he loves this too, because he feels safe. not just in the bedroom, when he’s relinquishing that control, but outside of the bedroom as well. but he doesn’t dwell on those thoughts, not when he should be savoring the moment. thankfully, it isn’t too hard. forming a coherent thought is already proving to be difficult, with the kisses alone.

he’s only brought out of his lust filled haze, when his boyfriend pulls away. any annoyance quickly melts away, the second his shirt comes off. for a second, all shin can do is stare. there’s no immediate comeback to natsuki’s snarky remark, blue hues are fixed on the sight before him, taking a moment to admire the man that’s above him. he’s perfect, a sight he’ll never tire of.

“ shut up… ” he starts, fingertips running over natsuki’s abdomen, feeling every bit of exposed skin there. “ it’s not my fault you’re so easy to make fun of. ”

dropping his hand to side again, he decides that it wouldn’t be fair to be the only one covered. and so, with a slight sense of urgency, his own shirt is peeled off, tossed hastily to the side. with his shirt out of the way, he works on undoing natsuki’s jeans, just to speed up the process a bit. “ you might as well get these off, it’ll be better for both of us. ”

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Spending time with anyone as of late has been... Difficult to say the least; Hectic as it is attending his classes and staying on top of his projects, Natsuki does not have a moment to breathe let alone relax with those in his life. With that said, there are a few people he's fine pushing his busy life aside for, even if one of those people is his nosey kid brother that he's been admittedly too distant from since leaving for the academy.

( That's not his fault though. )

It feels awkward, clunky admittedly but Mafuyu has always been the more talkative one between them both; He's happy that the teenager isn't particularly mad at him for his silence but the question doesn't exactly set his nerves at ease either. It's not like Natsuki has a bunch of friends and the few he does have definitely aren't complete strangers to his younger brother either. “ Nothing you need to know about, ” He muses, shutting his phone with a loud clacking sound. “ Just a stupid picture being sent to me, kinda like chainmail but without the weird ghost curses. ”

@cymerae | Seba Mafuyu;;

" Why do you keep smiling at your phone like that? "

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Stop adding more muses until you get caught up on stuff you owe, I say to myself as I update my muse list yet again to include a hot blue haired assassin...

Rion you will always be famous 2 me...

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I stewed and I wanna share him a little bit actually... This is Isamasu, he started off as a fire emblem OC drawn by my beloved friend @/roysleg on twt

The way I'm sat thinking about my OC rn... Oh how I miss his idiot dumbass...

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The way I'm sat thinking about my OC rn... Oh how I miss his idiot dumbass...