#boyets

[hhemeraa-a]

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snakes is a euphamism ;)

Oh look everyone. It understands a big boy word. 

[floravain-blog]

So you ready for a Real Man in the bedroom, babe? ;)

                          ❛   did you have someone in mind, bc  —  im going to assume you don’t mean you………   ❜   

[skyefirese-blog]

@boyets

               Colteron territory was a much frightening reality upon their own terrain than looking at it from the Sleipnir. Hand rises to relief his head from his helmet, but as soon as Keeler found that his fingers were only fondling his own hair, Keeler prompts himself to sit upright, eye wide and perplexed. The distant cheer above his head now thundering voices in his skull ---- the air around him did not feel familiar, and Keeler highly doubts it. Sodden air throngs the leeway around him and all he could visibly see were the sheen strokes behind his own hands, the dimmed light of his fight suit now tattered in shreds. A footstep shifting only meters away ( a guard on duty perhaps? ) but Keeler knew a prison when he sees one, and the bars before his eyes were all too familiar to be deemed otherwise.

[hhemeraa-a]

if the ships were powered with rage we'd be the fastest

Best in the fleet.

[shiroganc]

     ⋆ [ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ]

ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ is an understatement. this isn’t the most  IDEAL  time for a mistake of this caliber — knocked out of a vulnerable reverie by the realization. it’s not the first time he and Keith (— SPARTA , he reminds himself —) have done this sort of thing. But it is the first time anyone but his navigator has seen him anywhere outside of the showers. A soft  ❝ .... SHIT  ❞ escapes exasperated lips, moving to sit up in his cramped bunk.

[SMS] ᴄᴀɪɴ → No ..... they weren’t [SMS] ᴄᴀɪɴ → You weren’t supposed to see that [SMS] ᴄᴀɪɴ →Wait [SMS] ᴄᴀɪɴ →What is that supposed to mean ??

[navigatr-blog1]

kisses his cheek while he walks by him in the hall

digits would outreach,  slender fingers clasping the wrist of his fighter   &    pulling him roughly to the hallway nearby,  making sure they were out of sight.  of course,  he should be on his way to the hangar   —   &   really,  he was!  however,  he couldn’t miss the chance to press tender lips to cain’s,  soft,  sweet,  promising for later.   ❛    meet me in the fighter training quarters in twenty.     ❜   he murmurs the words as he’s pulling away,  cheeks scrunched with his grin.

[floravain-blog]

So are those tits real? ;)

[floravain-blog]

Haha and then what ;) lets play 20 questions ;) what would you be doing if I was there? ;) ;)

               ❛  commit homicide.  ❜