#I got Slightly carried away

[ddeck]

if you're up for mitski + padmé, please do because there is no one who can possibly do that better than you can. <3

Though I'm a geyser

Feel it bubbling from below

Hear it call, hear it call

Hear it call to me constantly

And hear the harmony

Only when it's harming me

It's not real, it's not real

It's not real enough

mitski - geyser

my padme manifest

[starboy-acer]

“get him back!” [Chip JRWI x You!]

(this is the "slightly spicy" one. basically im just being more detailed abt kissing instead of just saying "passionately" or some bs like that)

(very slight spoiler warning for a mention of jazz and mid-later game crew members)

you chug back another shot of vodka and slam the glass down on the bar. you look back at the barkeep who just gives you a slightly disappoint sigh and tops off your drink.

"don't look at me like that. at least i'm paying, plenty of people here wouldn't. given that this is outlaw land, after all." your words slur together slightly. you're not completely drunk, but definitely tipsy.

your reasoning for trying to drown out your sorrows with liquor are complicated. complicated just like your relationship with chip. you aren't exactly dating, but there's no denying the feelings between you two. you can't tell if its actually love or just some sort of lust or passion for him, and chip can't tell what his feelings are for really anyone. all you know is you get extremely jealous on your adventures whenever chip tries to pick up women, and then you heave a sigh of relief whenever he inevitably fails. whenever jazz had flirted with chip after that whole fight between the crews and the giant sea monster, you almost punched him in the face. and by him, you definitely mean chip, not jazz.

you're fairly new to the crew so its difficult to say anything about your feelings for chip. you don't know much about his life; you don't even know his last name. you just know that you have a soft spot for funny, cocky men. it also doesn't help that whenever you're alone, things get a little tense.

for example, the night before you got to land, you and chip were alone together on the deck, except for alphonze. you were just talking about the most random stuff. chip was talking to you about his new found power of "hot hands" and talking about going "hot mode". you made a joke that he's always in hot mode. he didn't get it, so you clarified that it's because he's attractive. just like a romcom, the ship hit a wave that made you slip and fall into him. you both fell with you on top of him and turned bright red, but you didn't move immediately. chip didn't say anything, he just kissed you. it wasn't the first time you guys had kissed. however, last time you were drunk. the time before that, chip was drunk. this time, you were both sober. you definitely knew it wasn't a completely thought-out action from him as he is prone to impulsiveness, but you definitely didn't care. i'm sure he could tell that you didn't care because you ran your hands up his arms as he snaked his hands around your waist and pulled you as close to him as possible. you're sure it would've gone further if it wasn't for alphonze chastising you two and telling you to go to bed. "and go to SEPERATE beds." he had emphasized. the next morning, he didn't say anything about it and just went off with jay and gillion to do whatever it was they were doing there while you went to the nearest hotel, book a room, then headed to a tavern.

you had noticed chip walk into the tavern alone a few minutes ago. whatever the captains had to do here, it didn't take but around two hours. you assumed that jay and gillion were off doing their own thing, and chip hadn't noticed you yet. he walked around, got a quick drink, and then was approached by a beautiful dark elf woman. you had to refrain from squeezing the glass so hard that it broke.

being a wizard, you knew how to fuck with them without being caught, but you decided against it for now. instead, you just listened in to their conversation from afar.

"i haven't seen you around here at all," the dark elf said to him while touching his arm and running her fingers along his firey tattoo. "nice tattoo, where'd ya get it?"

"ah, just someplace. somewhere. not important! i'm chip, what's your name?"

"zidara. nice to meet you, chip. very nice to meet you."

"zidara..." he dragged out the name and smiled. "gorgeous name for a gorgeous lady."

"aw, you flatter me. what are you in town for?"

the conversation continued on. it was incredibly boring for you. it was just small talk and exchanging compliments. the moment you started really paying attention was when she started playing with his hair and getting all up on him, and he wasn't denying her. you had to play your cards right here. you didn't want to piss off chip, but you wanted to get her away from him. you decided to discreetly cast telekinesis and just push her back ten feet. the dark elf was ripped from chip's arms and as she let out a yelp, chip looked around for the caster. he locked eyes with you and you simply waved. his eyebrows furrowed as he turned back to the dark elf and pulled her up. he apologized and claimed he didn't know what happened. he turned her around so that her back was to you and he could see you. he caressed her face. you couldn't tell what was being said, but there wasn't much before he kissed her. his other hand wrapped around her waist and you saw him flip up his middle finger at you from behind the elf's back.

you stood up from the bar and went up to a guy who had hit on you moments before chip walked in. you talked him up. it wasn't exactly hard to talk him up either. you were gorgeous and he was tipsy. it didn't take long before you were able to get him to kiss you, but before his lips even touched yours, you were getting pulled away.

"hey, what the fuck?" you yelled as you turned to look at who was pulling you. it was none other than chip, the bastard that just made a whole scene to piss you off. he didn't say a word as he dragged you outside to a more secluded place by the tavern. he let you go and you turned to him.

"what the hell, chip. what was that?"

"i was getting you away from him." chip replied. "i could tell you weren't into him. you just wanted to piss me off."

"no shit, sherlock. you kissed that elf just to piss me off!"

chip crossed his arms and looked down at you (he's a good few inches taller). "that's different."

"literally, no it isn't. that guy was hitting on me just like five minutes before you walked in."

"how long have you been there?!"

"none of your business, chip."

"it is my business. you are my business."

"oh, really? and why is that, chip? i definitely didn't feel like your business when you blew me off this morning."

"last night was a mistake and you know that."

"didn't feel like a mistake when your hands almost wandered under my shirt."

chip scoffed. "you're the one who had their hands feeling up my arms."

"i think having hands on your arms is not near as intimate as having someone's hands on your bare back."

"you're being impossible right now."

"I'M BEING IMPOSSIBLE?!" you chuckled. "oh, that's rich. that's actually insane."

"you're being crazy! you're expecting shit to happen from a few accidents."

"i cannot stress this enough, but i do not think that having your tongue in my mouth or hands all over my body is an ACCIDENT."

chip just scoffed again and looked off to the side. you decided to press further. "why are you so afraid of admitting that we like each other? things would be so much easier if you did."

"i have my fucking reasons, okay." chip sighed. "listen, i'm sorry. my reasons for pushing you away are irrelevant. i shouldn't have even done it in the first place. i do like you, i really do."

"you have a pretty shit way of showing it."

"i haven't actually shown it at all. i'm very good at showing it when i do."

"yeah, i'm sure." you said with obvious sarcasm. it's not that you didn't believe him, it's that you wanted him to show you. you wanted to know what he meant by that. chip raised an eyebrow at you. before he could speak, you suggested that you go back to the hotel where the crew is and to get some rest, as it's late, and you can talk when everyone heads to bed. you didn't want to continue this conversation around anyone else because whether it went bad or good, you didn't want anyone else around to hear it.

you both walked silently to the hotel where the crew was gathered in the lobby. the lobby here was a big meeting spot for guests at the hotel, perfect for your large crew. gryffon had already headed to bed and alphonze was out doing maintenance on the ship, and earl was out buying more fruit. it was just jay, gillion, ollie, and queen left in the lobby. jay was messing around with some contraption of hers with ollie with gillion and queen were trying to make a song. jay waved at you when you walked in and gillion called chip over for some input on their song. you told everyone that you were going to head to bed and what room you were in, just in case anyone needed you. when you got to your room, you changed into some more comfortable clothes. right before you could get in bed, chip barged in and walked over to you. he pulled you close to him and just said, "this is me showing you that i like you," before kissing you.

one hand was on your hip, pulling you into him, while the other was tangled in your hair and holding your head in place. your wrapped your arms around his neck as you turned and fell onto the bed. chip's coat quickly started to get in the way, so he pulled away for a moment. he smiled and looked down at you below him before throwing his coat out of the way and smashing his lips back into yours. his hands quickly began to wander as they ran down your side and tugged at the bottom of your shirt before sliding up and under it. your hands ran up his back. your hands were cold as they naturally were, but his body was warm. it was a nice sensation to both of you. chip's leg split yours apart and rest just between them so that he could get more comfortable as he pulled away from your face and kissed your cheek, then your jawline, all the way down to your neck. you breathed out softly as he kissed your neck and gasped when he lightly bit you. he just laughed and looked up at you. you rolled your eyes and he kissed your cheek and then your lips again.

before anything else could happen, jay and gillion kicked down the door. "I KNEW THERE WAS SOME EVIL HAPPENING HERE!" gillion yelled while pointing at you two before he realized what was happening. "wait. WHAT?!"

chip scrambled to get his coat and cleared his throat. "gillion, jay. what are you two doing here. this isn't your room."

"this isn't yours either!" gillion said while looking between you and chip.

jay very quickly noticed a red mark on your neck from where chip had bit you and laughed. "don't get too rowdy in here. we have things to do tomorrow. let's go, gill."

"DON'T DO ANY EVIL. I WILL KNOW!" he said as jay dragged him out of your room. chip then promptly went to the door, locked it, and threw his coat to the side.

you yawned as you walked out to the lobby where the rest of the crew was having breakfast. you went and sat beside chip and he kissed you on the cheek before handing you some food. you noticed that everyone was staring at you and you looked up at them. jay was giggling, gillion's jaw was hitting the floor, and ollie was looking at chip and then at you.

"why does your neck have purple spots?" ollie asked while pointing at your neck. you almost spit out your juice.

"i'm sorry? what?"

earl spoke up. "ya got hickies! nasty kids..."

you looked over at chip and he was just smiling and enjoying his food. you promptly slapped the back of his head and he burst out into laughter.

"what are hickies?" ollie asked earl. earl opened his mouth to speak, but gillion held a sword to him.

"do not speak of this evil to the young boy. chip, you are a bad father."

"HEY!"

[teainthesnow]

Hey, thanks for the shirt! Blue wanted to know if you'd like some caprisuns, take as many as you want!

(don't worry about how they're floating, that's totally normal)

AMW!Leon appreciates the drink and the opportunity to relax

[hornydilfsinyourarea]

Nah but the thoughts of someone obsessing over you is hella scary, idk how ppl find it cute

like i get it if you love them but to the point of taking a pic of them without consent AND sending it to THAT PERSON? I would fled the country.

Hope that person is doing well and that anon finds someone better 😕

-🌹

Yeah, same here, like... you are not Peter Parker dude (Andrew Garfield's ver), I would freak the fuck out if I just get random pics, that I did not take, get sent to me, I would be scared and paranoid, I don't know what people think they will gain from doing that, and there is also this kind of trend on tiktok for some reason, everyone wants stalkers as their lover and Im here like "Bro... you do realize what kind of lengths these stalkers will do just to know more about you, right?", and there isn't just one type of stalkers, there is multiple They could either stalk to kill you, or stalk to love you, or they're just a fucking pervert, since people can't get over Joe Goldberg and who knows other movie stalkers, so now they want someone like that, I would be like Beck, I would freak the fuck out if someone just... forces their way into my life, I get having a crush on someone and wanting to check if they have any social media that you can look at and what not, that's not really stalking, since it isn't private and what not, but stalking? Following someone where ever they go? Nah, you don't want that, and also, news flash, not all stalkers are HOT, they could literally be smelly, don't know what a bath is, and look like they were experimented on in a illegal lab, you only want Joe Goldberg or any other stalker on movies people obsess over for their looks, not for what they do.

I mean, I know I am attracted to actors who played stalkers before, you can see that on my page, but Im not here saying I want them to stalk me, I'm merely saying they're attractive as hell, people should really stop casting hot dudes and chicks as stalkers and for a change cast someone who isn't attractive to the public eye as a stalker, then maybe people will see what a REAL stalker might just look like and do.

[noodles-and-tea]

whaddya think of the mystery trio?

I LOVE!!!!!

[theglowingeyeballz]

Sydney Sargent, gotta be one of my favorite genders

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Solomon who secretly enchants the ring he proposes to you with so that you mysteriously feel more clingy to him. Suddenly, you monopolize his time, you desperately yearn for his presence, and most importantly, you always choose him.

Ironically, he’s come to call this enchantment “Solomon’s Curse,” as the obsessive feelings that compel you simply mirror his own.

To love the way he does is both a blessing and a curse. A taste of both realms, above and below, that makes him crave your humanity and betray his own. And now…you, too, are subjected to the same fate.

[muscariii]

Ha! I lied! More art today!!

Wanted to test out my new favourite brush on something more detailed!! So uh... Yeah, here's Nerevar dying. Sorry for the blood °A°

Also made some Rasha stuff as usual. I felt weird drawing her facing front on that one doodle but I think she ended up looking okay.

[mythtiide]

*madwoman voice* guys what if an adlr unit and a fklr unit cuddled sweetly 🍎

[www-pinkhearse]

I may have gotten a bit carried away

[anonymousbeefriendfanfics]

Hello and welcome to another installment of mossy being horny on main. Tonights programme? Gimmeee. The reactions of Zoya,maybe Shalom and your boy Lyney at the sight of their s/o dressed in an oversized band tshirt and an oversized band tshirt

:3

Note: This is supposed to say "an oversized band tshirt and nothing underneath" ;)

Fandoms: Path to Nowhere, Genshin Impact Characters: Zoya (PtN), Shalom (PtN), Lyney (GI) Warnings: NSFW, Minors beware! Slight Spoilers for Shalom's story. Mentions of: pegging, slight choking, Domme Zoya, teasing, oral (gn), penetration (gn), semi-submissive Lyney,

Zoya

Oh boy. Ohhhhh boy.

Instant turn on. She drops whatever she's doing - literally, if necessary, she doesn't care what breaks so long as she gets to break you.

For a long moment, she just stares. Appreciates the way the oversized shirt falls just past the curve of your ass, how something so baggy somehow accentuates the shape of your body so nicely. It's practically lingerie, watching you wear something like that.

And if you just so happen to bend over within her line of sight, or reach for something off a high shelf and cause your shirt to ride up, revealing that there's nothing underneath... good lord, it's almost embarrassing how turned on she is.

She's sweeping you off your feet and carrying you to the nearest flat surface, be it the bed, couch, or even a chair or the dinner table. She is not a patient woman. She will have you, and she will have you now.

She leaves your side only long enough to fetch her strap-on, and then she's bending you over whatever object it is that she's chosen for today's session. Normally, she holds your hips while she does this, but today she grips the sides of your shirt, allowing it to choke you slightly - or more than slightly, if you're into that - as she gives it to you hard and rough, relishing in every little gasp and moan and cry that leaves your pretty mouth.

She's not gonna stop until you come at least three times, and then she's helping move your spent body into a sitting or lying position so you can give her some pleasure, too. If you're too drained to manage that, then she'll just get herself off to the sight of you looking like such a mess while you watch <3

Shalom

Oh my. When you walk in wearing that, she's practically drooling over you just from the first glimpse. Whatever she's busy with is immediately tomorrow's problem. It doesn't matter anymore. Nothing matters but you.

Shalom still isn't very used to her newfound emotions - much less being able to feel and show them freely - and lust is one of the ones she struggles with the most. The burning-hot desire she feels is all-consuming and difficult to keep contained.

She seems to glitch at first. You turn around after a while of innocently pretending to do something else, only to find her staring at you, her eyes dark with lust. You can't tell from the way she's sitting, but she's got her thighs squeezed together in a subconscious effort to relieve her growing need.

You pretend to knock a pen off a nearby table and bend to retrieve it, flaunting your bare skin, and that snaps her out of it. She's out of the chair in a flash, crossing the room with long strides accentuated by the steady click of her shoes on the tile floor. She's by your side in mere moments, just as you straighten up. The pen falls from your grasp as she pulls you close and kisses you, one of her hands sliding beneath your shirt and caressing your body.

"You don't know what you do to me when you dress like that, my dear," she whispers when you break away for air, her lips brushing yours before she kisses her way down your jaw to your collarbone.

She soon grows bored of just kissing you, however, and leads you back to the desk where she's been working. She shoves her paperwork to the side - incredibly uncharacteristic for Shalom, but it shows just how needy she is. And then she's pushing your shirt up to your hips and instructing you to sit on the desk.

When you obey her, she's pulling up her chair, pushing your legs apart as she begins to taste your thighs, slowly working her way up, closer and closer to where you need her touch the most. She takes her sweet time, but once she gives you what you want, ohh is it worth it. Her mouth is incredible, and she puts that quick tongue of hers to good use, teasing and edging you until you feel like you're going to lose your mind.

When she finally lets you go over the edge and you come on her tongue, it's one of the best orgasms you've ever experienced. Your fingernails dig into the underside of her desk so hard you leave permanent crescent-shaped marks there, and occasionally Shalom will run her fingertip across them and think of this. You really should wear that shirt more often.

Lyney

For Lyney, let's say that it's not an oversized band t-shirt you're wearing... no, you're wearing a long white button-up shirt. Ideally, it's one of his, perhaps even the one he was wearing yesterday. It still smells like him, which is an immediate turn on for you, but as for our dear magician...

He's oblivious at first. You'll walk in the kitchen and greet him, and he'll give you a good morning kiss and say whatever poetic thoughts pop into his mind first, and then he turns to get more coffee.

And then he freezes mid-stride, and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, processing everything. After several long seconds, he spins around, lavender eyes wide as they meet yours and then flick downwards, taking in your attire as his mouth goes dry.

It's incredibly attractive watching him get turned on. His eyes darken with lust, pupils dilating almost like a cat's, his breathing starts to get heavier, and that blush you adore so much begins to appear on his cheeks - soon it will spread to his ears and begin creeping down onto his chest, too.

"Oh-ho, what's this?" He asks, trying to salvage the situation, trying to pretend his brain hasn't been turned to mush with a single glance. You cheerfully reply that it's nothing much - well, that much is true, but only in a literal sense- and you turn to go about your day, intending to grab something off a bottom shelf just to give him a little peek beneath the shirt.

You don't get a chance, however. He's behind you as though by magic, his arms snaking around your waist as he hugs you tightly against his chest, and oh- he's already hard. "Ma cherie, just what do you- ahh-" You cut him off by wiggling your hips, rubbing against the growing bulge in his pants. He nuzzles his face against your neck, pressing feather-light kisses there, and you can feel his hot breath against your skin. "Not fair," he mumbles between kisses. "You know I can't think straight when you do that..."

He spins you around, taking another long look at you. You look incredible in just his shirt, and he can't resist you any longer - he's pushing you against the nearest wall, his mouth on your neck and hands all over your body. He mumbles praises against your skin, trying his best to still be suave and poetic even when all he can think about is you.

The makeout session lasts for as long as both of you can stand it, both of you quickly growing more and more needy. Soon Lyney is grinding against your hip, and you eventually have to push him off - he's so drunk on you that you know he'd keep going until he came in his pants without even realizing it, but you want more.

You lead him over to the nearest couch and he follows close behind you, eager to obey - and also to get another look at the way he can just barely glimpse your upper thighs beneath the shirt. His pants hit the floor almost immediately, and he breathes a sigh of relief at the freedom, then bites his lip to choke back a moan as you run your hand across his length.

He's pushed down into the couch, and he looks up at you with that delightful lustdrunk look you've come to anticipate. His face is flushed and he looks oh so eager as he reaches for you, gripping the front of the shirt and pulling you down to kiss him again.

You waste no time climbing into his lap and sinking down on him. He feels so good inside of you, but what you feel can't compare to what you see and hear - the low whine that escapes his throat, the way his head falls back momentarily as you sink lower until he's fully sheathed within you.

It's hot and passionate as the two of you get tangled up together, bodies pressed so close there's no space left between you. Despite his desperation, Lyney controls himself, doing everything within his power to make you feel good, to make you whine his name. You, on the other hand, want nothing more than to hear his voice hitch as he moans, and you don't stop until he's practically unable to string a sentence together without whimpering or moaning your name.

Once you finally go over the edge, the way you cry out his name, throbbing around him, he can't hold it back a second longer - he bites your shoulder as his orgasm washes over him, muffling the noises he makes as he nearly blacks out from the intense pleasure. When he comes down, he's trembling in your arms while you stroke his hair, telling him how incredible he is, and he's never felt better.

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[cads-the-cat]

A little ivy cosplay for y'all inspired by slasher iv (thanks everyone who helped supply me with references)

[hyacynthii]

small sketch page of these boys. i’m having a normal one

[anachilles]

chapt 3 of whiskey neat, coffee black 🥃

Bucky shook his head in disbelief. “So, ‘Maverick’…?” “Courtesy of Harry, actually, when he heard the whole story the next day. For ‘reckless flying’ and ‘ballsy aerial manoeuvres’.” They laughed together for an easy moment, and it felt like the rest of the bar was far away, forgotten, like they were in their own little bubble. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect…”

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[yarrowdraws]

Totally platonic thing to say to your friend while you take totally platonic naps together

[cuteniarose]

The consequences of my poor financial decisions are here!!