Jul 23, 2024
@yeslove
sanji vc: no let it happen
"SANJI, YOU'RE NOT HELPING!"
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@yeslove
sanji vc: no let it happen
"SANJI, YOU'RE NOT HELPING!"
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Love Is......
Love is selfish and self centered. A picture unwilling to fit in a frame of two. It's never between a man and a woman. Love is simply between love and love. A self absorbed brut of a obstacle, unwilling to be tamed or beaten. To think that perfection is unobtainable only because of the nature of such. Love is shaken and broken mirrors upon floors of argumentative couples, but still sits in beauty like a Rembrandt. The fuck would life be like if love didn't exist, might survive the night without a tear. Women's parts of tattered organs damaged and warn. Pride shot down for men to stand on mountain tops and see god laugh at there torment. Love is cruel and unkind, cold and tense. Love is love. But you still want it huh Β
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@yeslove / sanji said: sanji is looking at her with the BIGGEST, WETTEST puppy dog eyes ever. attention nami-swan pleaaaaase?? :< unprompted || always accepting.
Nami's breath is caught in the back of her throat as she stares at him. He has never presented her with such a look before, one that goes straight to her heart and has it squeezing her from the inside out. She tries to keep her composure, but the stare he pleads towards her has her folding faster than she normally would.
Her mind is screaming at her and so she listens, hands slapping against the side of his face, lips pushed forward. He is not allowed to be this cute with her. The log book she had been writing in is temporarily abandoned to the side, and she watches him for a moment.
β You're not allowed to do that, β she chides, tone slightly whiny. She knows she sounds childish, but he does things to her that make her melt. Who knew she would be so affected by a look. β That'll be ΰΈΏ10,000! β
She doesn't allow him the chance to respond, peppering his face with soft kisses instead.
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He's blowing huge kisses with both hands in her direction, making a loud 'MUWAH' with each one. from @yeslove / sanji unprompted || always accepting. β‘
Ah... He's doing it again.
β β¦ πΒ β short starter call for @yeslove / sanji
β This is not how I expected this cooking lesson to be, β Nami says breathlessly. She is pressed against the counter, hands gripping so tightly that her knuckles are turning white. She leans into the kiss that slants across one side of her throat, trying not to groan for Sanji. The little chef hat she had coveted sits has been abandoned to the side, having already been stained by a particularly juicy mikan.
β my heart belongs to you, always and forever. β from @yeslove / sanji pining / yearning sentence starters || accepting!
In the years that Nami had known Sanji, it wasn't often that he was able to leave her completely breathless, at least like this. Her eyes are wide in surprise and his words barrel in her mind for this declaration from her lover feels more emotionally intimate than anything either of them have expressed before.
His words continue to echo.
The breeze flutters around them gently and from where Nami stands, she cannot help but admire the man who stands before her. His hair as bright as the sun, his perfect smile that radiates every bit of hope in the world, the stubble on his chin that Nami finds strangely attractive. She is enveloped in such warmth by simply being in his presence, and her expression melts into a soft smile.
She smiles at him, casting her gaze in a way that is more gentle than it ever has been. He makes her heart so full, makes it beat, keeps her from flying off the edge by simply being who he is.
β As you have mine, β Nami replies, reaching for him. Her hands glide from his shoulders, to his neck, to his jawline to cradle him close to her. Her lips brush a trail from the crown of his head.to his temples and down before connecting with his lips, a lingering and silent reminder that it would always be his.