i'm not here, i'm a figment of your imagination. .

( he pauses a bit to kiss her cheek, then whispers )

go on. .

go on, nobody is waiting. .

who knew the cook was into choking . .

[Lumbering over to where she was, one hand found her little waist as he dipped his head to nuzzle against her ear.]

Ya work too much. Sometimes ya gotta rest. Lemme help.

Depends on the day really.

No. There are just people out there that are obviously horny, but choose to hide it poorly.

I respect your honesty.

That’s good. At least they’re doing something helpful. We reach port today.

Wraps his arms around @swirlbrows.bsky.social’s waist, pulling her to him as he nuzzles along her cheek and down her neck with affection. His chest rumbles softly as the bright sunlight flutters in through the kitchen windows to bath them in its warmth.

you linger on my mouth, my eyes touch the exposed clavicle under your loosened shirt. a wound reopens.

& in the middle of my chaos, there was you.

I can’t help that we’ve got a lot of sea to cover…

At least you're honest about it.

fun fact

if female octopus aren’t in the mood to mate, they strangle the male and eat it.

"Just some water," he says cooly. "Though, a snack sounds pretty good, too." His tone is flirtatious, but he doesn't push it more than that.

His eyebrows rise watching her pull the ice out. Ugh, he could use some, too.

He sits up, finally. Hating the sensation of his sweaty skin, he can't stand his clothes sticking much longer.

He removes his stupid tanktop and sets it in the chair beside him.

He grunts, sighing thru his nose. Better.

Then come on before I throw ya over my shoulder an’take ya.