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[merchantofwhispers]

                                                Do you walk in the valley of kings?                      Do you walk in the shadow of men who sold their lives to a dream?                                    Do you ponder the manner of things in the dark?                                                         

[merchantofwhispers]

                                                Do you walk in the valley of kings?                      Do you walk in the shadow of men who sold their lives to a dream?                                    Do you ponder the manner of things in the dark?                                                         

[merchantofwhispers]

                                                Do you walk in the valley of kings?                      Do you walk in the shadow of men who sold their lives to a dream?                                    Do you ponder the manner of things in the dark?                                                         

[merchantofwhispers]

                                                Do you walk in the valley of kings?                      Do you walk in the shadow of men who sold their lives to a dream?                                    Do you ponder the manner of things in the dark?                                                         

[merchantofwhispers]

                                                Do you walk in the valley of kings?                      Do you walk in the shadow of men who sold their lives to a dream?                                    Do you ponder the manner of things in the dark?                                                         

[merchantofwhispers]

                                                Do you walk in the valley of kings?                      Do you walk in the shadow of men who sold their lives to a dream?                                    Do you ponder the manner of things in the dark?                                                         

[merchantofwhispers]

                                                Do you walk in the valley of kings?                      Do you walk in the shadow of men who sold their lives to a dream?                                    Do you ponder the manner of things in the dark?                                                         

[merchantofwhispers]

                                                Do you walk in the valley of kings?                      Do you walk in the shadow of men who sold their lives to a dream?                                    Do you ponder the manner of things in the dark?                                                         

[merchantofwhispers]

                                                Do you walk in the valley of kings?                      Do you walk in the shadow of men who sold their lives to a dream?                                    Do you ponder the manner of things in the dark?                                                         

[merchantofwhispers]

                                                Do you walk in the valley of kings?                      Do you walk in the shadow of men who sold their lives to a dream?                                    Do you ponder the manner of things in the dark?                                                         

[merchantofwhispers]

                                                Do you walk in the valley of kings?                      Do you walk in the shadow of men who sold their lives to a dream?                                    Do you ponder the manner of things in the dark?                                                         

[merchantofwhispers]

                                                Do you walk in the valley of kings?                      Do you walk in the shadow of men who sold their lives to a dream?                                    Do you ponder the manner of things in the dark?                                                         

[merchantofwhispers]

                                                Do you walk in the valley of kings?                      Do you walk in the shadow of men who sold their lives to a dream?                                    Do you ponder the manner of things in the dark?                                                         

[chivalrousxhybrid-deactivated20]

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

[gcldenhearted-blog]

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

[nottobecrossed]

                                                        |My Kingdom for an Army|

Muse A is the rightful prince/princess of their kingdom’s throne. It is their birthright that the throne should belong to them. Until it was taken away. Usurped of his/her birthright Muse A is forced to flee in banishment from their kingdom by opposing forces, never to return. Or so they would have it.

But Muse A vows to return to their kingdom and retake the throne that is rightfully theirs, with an army to crush those that would stand in their way. But armies need men, and money.

Armed with only their name, Muse A goes to call on the aid of Muse B’s family, who has both, to help their cause. In exchange for marriage, making Muse B consort to the future King/Queen should they win, Muse B’s family agrees to support Muse A’s claim to the throne and their cause. Now armed with an army, money, and new husband/wife, Muse A marches to their old home to retake the crown. Neither used to war or to marriage that they have thrown his/herself into.

[gravisludos-archived]

//'I want the D' Best 1 out of 3. Also I can tell you for a fact that Loki did not approve of this message being sent. 😂😂😂😂😂

Send me ‘I want the D’ and I’ll generate a number || @lokatattur​ || Closed

(13/18/17. “Platonic” Bedsharing)

He’d shown up drunk, she was already drunk, and it was clear both were having a very bad day. Through slurred apologies and warm, whiskey-fueled giggles the two somehow managed to come to the agreement to both fall uselessly onto her canopy covered bed. They lay there for several minutes, talking about everything and nothing until the woman beside the man fell silent. She simply stared at him, half dazed, until scooting closer to him and placing a tender hand on his chest. “You’re incredibly handsome, Ryker.” She whispered in his ear. “Handsome and intelligent, and unlike any man I’ve ever known.” As she spoke her hand caressed to the other side of his jaw where she tenderly held him long enough to place an alcohol-scented, ruby lipstick kiss to his pale cheek. 

“Good night, Loki.”

Her hand fell back to his chest where it lingered for a moment more before drawing back to her own body, tucked protectively into her chest as she closed her eyes to sleep. “Sleep well, Sweet Prince.”

[gravisludos-archived]

//'I want the D' best 1 out of 3. I'm an evil mun.

Send me ‘I want the D’ and I’ll generate a number || @myrkrtattur || Closed

(9. Kinky Sex)

She’d seen it happen through the crack in the door; a woman on her knees with her face pressed into the ground, her hands tied together and blindfold covering her eyes as Darius gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. Standing just on the other side of the door she watched with her own hand over her mouth and her skirt lifted, carefully playing with herself as she watched Darius fuck the woman she’d met earlier on in the party. By then she’d grown rather adept at sneaking around her husband and his friends, yet to be caught by servant or attendee, easily able to run almost silently across the floors in her house-coat and socks. So when the ritual was over and the woman was lifted, her drool covered face and bruised body put on display, Gemina knew it was time to leave. 

Several days would pass after that, but she couldn’t get the imagery out of her mind. She’d fantasized about the things her husband did to other women plenty enough, but this one was beyond that. Anytime her mind wandered back to the brunette being hoisted up to be seen by the room, unable to resist in any manner, Gemina could feel her body burning with desire. She waited though, paranoid of him connecting the dots, for yet another week. “I saw it as an illustration in a book I’m reading.” Gemina would state as she rested on her knees on their bed, fully naked, with a silk tie and long piece of rope dangling in her hands. Her expression was far too innocent for the scenario she was both setting up and basing off of. "I thought it could be fun, My Lord.”