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[obliviouskeiths]

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[obliviouskeiths]

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[boobsmcbalrog]

Guess this is happening right now #salonrepublic #kimion #rusk #kimakaze #howdoesthishappen #lol #nothowithoughttodaywouldgo #yamashiro #leaflife #getting #blown #allovertheplace

[zerranhaircare-blog]

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[hime-ponyboy]

So my bae's skyrim character has a bit of an addictive personality. ..

Kyoss: okay, I’ll light the dragon fires /if/ Brynjolf lets me suck his dick.

Brynjolf: No! I won’t do it. I keep telling you lad, I’m bloody busy!

Kyoss: please?

Blade #1: but ser! The daedra are invading!

Brynjolf: I said no! I’m not here for you’re entertainment.

Kyoss: aww c'mon, why not?

Brynjolf: I’m not gay lad.

Blade #2: just light them please Oh fuck!

Kyoss: what if… I put on a dress, some make up, maybe a bit of a wig?

Brynjolf:… Yeah alright lad.

Kyoss: really?? Holly shit! I’ve been asking you for years!

Blade #1: seriously? That’s all it will take?

Brynjolf: Look, I can appreciate a man in a wig.

[double-edged-apple]

After their breathing calmed and returned to a steady pace, Gwyn sat up slightly, leaning on one arm as she looked at him. He had that post-orgasm glow to his face. She smiled, satisfied with herself. “So… what do you think?” she asked quietly, reaching up to brush a few stray strands of his hair out of his face.

“That was indescribable... ma serannas Gwyn.”

Feit lie flat on his back with his arms stretched either side. He had intended to say more but found his eyelids drooping from weariness. He rolled to tuck and arm about Gwyn’s waist and pressed together tightly he fell almost instantly asleep, one hand still tangled in her curls.

[double-edged-apple]

She smiled at him and let her gaze drop, memorizing every convex and concave shape – creating a map of his body within her own mind. He was just how she’d imagined. She’d known about him since she’d healed him that first time back at Skyhold but she’d respected his privacy by not mentioning it. It had been none of her business, really. There had been hesitation when he’d done this, taken his shirt off. It must have been a big step and must have been terrified but she was so happy he’d trusted her with this. Raising her hand, she ran it up his stomach and let it rest on his sternum as she leaned up to kiss him deeply. “You’re perfect,” she said simply, leaning her forehead against his.

At her words his eyes widened and a spark of some indescribable feeling shot through his chest. The minute sound of a bubble bursting as it floated through the air echoed in Feit’s mind as if something he had been holding on tightly to was being released. This wasn’t something he could express in words. So he bent to Gwyn and with both hands he brought their faces together in a swimmingly passionate kiss.

[double-edged-apple]

A faint blush grew on her face as she replied, 

“I’ve done it a fair few times… not like this though. On a bed… taking our time. All of my experiences were hurried in between bookshelves or stuffed into closets.” She giggled a little at the memories as she walked across the room. Flopping down onto the bed felt like laying on a cloud – it was so soft and inviting. She patted the space next to her. “It varies… depends on who your partner is I suppose. I’ve had my share of good and disappointing experiences. When it’s good it’s-” she giggled giddily, “Its really good. I’ll do my best to make you happy.”

Stepping to join her on the bed, Feit let himself appreciate her sumptuous curves, so very womanly and soft. She was a gorgeous person and thinking of her in this way made him curious and excited and afraid all at once. What would she look like? feel like? what would she think of him? what did she think of him? It must be good since they were here together. 

He took a breath and boldly ran his fingers along her shoulder and up to her cheek. His fingers trembled but he felt too impulsive to back down and traced his thumb across her freckles. 

“Can I do something?” he asked, remembering to breathe.