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7u7
Send “7u7″ If you wanna slap my muse’s butt
Jasmine let out a loud yelp and instantly cover her mouth. Her cheeks were beginning to burn at the action while she turned to face the person. Using the hand that covered her mouth she reached out and gave the man a slap to the face.
“W-what the fuck,” she gritted her teeth.
@dravendoesitall
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// ^.^ thank you.
peck
Send “Peck” for a reaction from my muse when yours give them a kiss on the cheek.
Veda peered from behind her hands as mustache hair tickled the side of her face. She looked up at the man standing before her as she gently tucked her legs under her returning her year soaked face back to her hands. Clank, the sound of an axe dropping besides her bought her attention back up to the man who was now kneeling in front of her.
Veda gently wiped her tears sniffling, and inhaling shakily. She was lost, and knew nothing nothing of where she was. Draven took her face in hand hands placing a kiss on it. Veda smacked his hand away looking at him confused.
“Why would you do that?”, she said tears eyed.
Light kissing and touching Gentle foreplay
“Oh, Draven~ You sly dog, you~ Well, as much as I love a good kiss, there’s nothing quite like the thrill of wandering hands. It’s tantalizing to know that someone is close enough to touch every little curve.”
Draaaaven~
Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY
periwinkle, lavender, purple
// hdjsakhdjksahfjkdhjkfsb Thank youuu <3
Sharp of a Blade (Starter with dravendoesitall)
It was often that Ahri wandered from the academy, tired of studies and missing the thrill of a fight. Unfortunately, it tended to be quite a pain to pick one herself, so she would have to wait until she stumbled upon one. Or... she could watch someone else’s. She’d heard of the magnificent shows that Noxus made of execution, though she had never gone before. Finding a cloak to cover her was easy, weaving through the streets remaining unseen and sneaking into the Colosseum in which the executions were held was a bit trickier - but doable. The guards that had caught her upon entering had been... magically persuaded to overlook the little incident.
Sadly, the spectacle was nearing its end by the time she had snuck in. She had still gotten to experience the shows she had heard whispered about in low voices. As the bodies were taken away, she hungered. It was a waste of essence. Fresh, human essence. It was tragic to have to leave so quickly just after arriving, the hunger within her still remaining. She exited with the other spectators, listening to their excited retelling of the show. As much as she wanted to listen, she found most everyone discussing what she had already seen. Removing her hood, she idled in one of the halls of the building, letting other people pass. There was no need to be crushed in the crowd - She’d wait until it thinned to nothing.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO ASK BUT UH... Vodka or Whiskey?
“Vodka, undoubtedly. I find the smell of whiskey… distasteful.”
//right there with you jhin, whiskey smells like the last night I imbibed it–ICC and regret. ICC is the best, but not when one of the raiders hit on me and I woke up the next day to violent signs of hangover everywhere and an email of a very unimpressive, unsolicited video of the guy jackin’ it titled “for mara <3″. I was hungover for three days. dang ol’, yo.
