#banging throat

[campbenji]

where's my "i survived jwct s2" badge.

[citroncynique]

projecting again, aren't you?

[camels-pen]

(inspired by @cwispihae 's post-water 7 sanuso art) (Ao3 Link)

Something was holding his hand. 

At another time, he would’ve bolted up, half-awake thoughts assuming an intruder of some kind. Now all he had was relief and fatigue weighing him down beneath his blanket, gluing his cheek to his pillow. He couldn’t even bother to open his eyes.

The hand—ah, it was a hand—squeezed his; a gentle, hesitant thing. Not an intruder then. Great, he was about to nod off again anyway.

A scared little murmur drifted in the air, chasing away the pull of sleep. It was addressed to him… maybe? The words jumbled in his brain, the sounds mixing with the unfamiliar creaking of the ship. The new ship.

He was going to say something, really he was, but the gently rocking waves, the new sheets, the snoring—familiar and not—of his crewmates after having gone so long without them…

As Usopp’s breathing grew deeper and his senses started to fade, he felt a thumb rubbing the back of his palm in slow, even circles. He hardly stood a chance.

-

That scared little murmur played clear in his mind, as if he were hearing it aloud.

It felt silly saying it here, now. It was his choice then, but that didn’t apply here. Shouldn’t apply here.

Because Sanji was different.

He stared at Sanji’s hand, the one inches from Usopp’s own.

It was silly.

But no one would hear it.

He twined their fingers, leaning forward to touch his forehead to Sanji’s, his long nose curving over Sanji’s own.

Then he whispered the words—the ones echoing in his mind from a different voice, a different time.

“You won’t leave again, right?”

There was no answer, of course.

He waited a few moments, closing his eyes and focusing on the touch. Focusing on Sanji in the here. In the now. Breathing the same air and ignoring the time they spent apart. 

He hadn’t known the full picture—hadn’t found out the details and the pain and loneliness Sanji had been through, even if temporary. On Zou, he knew little more than the rest, had let the others go after Sanji without him. Because he knew he wouldn’t handle a—couldn’t handle—

A hitch of breath.

Then a whisper. Hardly a sound.

Suddenly his head was crushed to a muscular chest. “I won’t—I won’t!” Sanji said. “Never again, Usopp, I promise.” Sanji’s arms tightened. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry; I never meant—I never wanted to leave. I was scared and it was stupid and I’m a fucking moron and—” 

He pulled back, holding Usopp’s face in his hands. Tears and snot and wobbly lips greeted Usopp. “And I love you. I love you—only you—and I mean it. Next time I get married, you’ll be there.”

“...You’re gonna invite me to your wedding?”

Sanji voice cracked on a laugh. “Our wedding. You’re gonna be the other groom, dumbass.”

“I’m gonna—” Usopp felt tears well up. In a shaky voice, he asked, “You mean it?”

“Of course I do!” Sanji pulled him back to cup his face. “After that whole mess, I… wait, do you even want—?”

“I DO!” Usopp blurted, nodding his head vigourously. “I do. A lot. Very much so.” 

“Then—Then as soon as this is over. When that bastard Kaido is down and we’re back on the Sunny…” 

For the first time that night, Usopp cracked a smile, wide and wobbly and very, very wet. “Okay,” he whispered. “Okay.”

[voluptuarian]

godddd the Legacy of Kain series was so fucking sexy. Gratuitous and satisfying violence, time travel, ridiculously gothic setting (Dark Souls wishes, frankly), bizarrely interesting take on vampires, one of the most convoluted plots I've ever experienced, ARIEL character of ALL TIME, wonderful evocative soundtrack, beautifully purple-prosed dialogue Always delivered in the most arch way possible, colossal Lovecraftian god who is basically your boss and not even the wildest thing you encountered that week, cosmic centuries long identity crises, the most Doomed By the Narrative cast ever, and every male character has his tits out, what more could one possibly ask for. I would eat up a remaster of that series.

[namnomm23]

RiNGs stray cat :3

[judasiskariot]

Me: I really need to catch up with all the great tags I got from my lovely mutuals. And my monthly BG3 prompt challenge and giving 200% at work!

My body: How about you getting sick again? Hm? How would you like that? Continue to feel weak and awful and incapable since weeks...how does that sound to you?

[kmclaude]

Fr. Jehan should get gangbanged

As a treat. Like as a good thing. Dub con at worst.

[robiinurheart33]

Ghost’s love language as sparring.

Violence has been the only thing he’s ever known, but to Johnny he doesn’t want that. He’s sweet and safe, trustworthy and lovely in all the right ways. Soap understands that Ghost struggles with affection and is often awkward when trying to express it, so he comes up with a solution: friendly sparring. Soap explains to Ghost that it’s not his fault for feeling this way; that he doesn’t blame him for any of it. That they can come to a middle ground and he’s completely okay with it. Sparring isn’t vulnerable enough that he actively struggles with it, but he also incorporates small little gestures that show that he cares for him.

Like for example, they’ll play a game where they can lay as many pecks as they can on each other, it doesn’t matter where. The winner at the end would have the most amount of kisses laid. Or spars that would dissolve into tickle fights where they know where the other is ticklish at. Even cuteness aggression, which really only applies to Soap, where he bites Ghost lovingly, often leaving the gym room covered in bite marks.

Even if they’re not in a playful mood, where they need to let off steam after their emotions build up, they only trust each other to spar. They know that they’re not fragile and can pull their punches and call it whenever they want to. It’s their own way of saying, hey. I got you. You’re safe. It’s fun, it’s exhilarating and they’ve ruined other sparring experiences with other people because it’s the most enjoyable when they’re with each other.

[kawaii-killshot]

THIS MV WAS MADE SPECIFICALLY TO TORMENT ME ON A PERSONAL AND SEXUAL LEVEL WHAT THE FUCK, CHRISTOPHER!

[baby-yongbok]

*Me, a girl with a glove kink just tryna live another day*

3Racha:

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Last Dragonborn, pointing at Paarthurnax: Look at that face! How can anyone spend all day with that face and not fall in love?

Delphine: Well at some point, the face starts Shouting.

[cent-scratchnsniff]

almost forgot about this. made as soon as i finished reading day 48 and booted down my laptop . good god. not quite sure what happened with this. it was something to the effect of 'oh. god he really loved didn't he.' in full force AGAIN. the parts of banging on the door, doors in general, just carmen as a whole other thing, the yelling, the want to die to sink to be forgotten. yeah. that was a trip. carmen... i know you meant well with your words but he took it LITERALLY......

[thedeadedhooman]

screaming crying shaking throwing up

sam is 22 here by the way

[thekoyena]

[puppppppppy]

for like 3 weeks i was wondering why i was sleeping so much and felt listless. and just now I managed to email 3 people and responded to a month old message in the span of an hour because I got back to TAKING MY FUCKIN MEDS..........

[xknzs]

july 18.24 | s’been a hot minute. been healing or something ♥️🌿