After a loud belch, Dante unzipped his trousers, pulled out the monster, and took a long piss on Ciar's grave. "One for me, one for my homies," he laughed.
(Dante. why)

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After a loud belch, Dante unzipped his trousers, pulled out the monster, and took a long piss on Ciar's grave. "One for me, one for my homies," he laughed.
(Dante. why)
Jaime x Brienne 'package'
5 minutes | Accepting | @thefrozenthrone
He had taken such pains to make her happy. Brienne was the only woman, other than Cersei, that Jaime had wanted to make happy since he was a child, since his mother’s death. The Maiden of Tarth had brought something out in the knight, and her thoughts meant something to him.
The armor was special made. He’d hounded the men making it, discarding design after design and piece after piece. It needed to be perfect. She was going on a quest. She needed the protection he offered. Which meant, the protection of armor when she was out in the world.
Finally, it was perfect and she wwas on her way to him. He’d give her the sword, but the draped package in the corner, the armor that would guard her body while she carried out the promises made to Catelyn Stark, that was the real gift. A sword was a weapon. The armor, well, it would shield her. As he wished he could.
He wondered if he would ever see her again.
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5x texts | Accepting | @themindofdante
[unsent text: Dante] Sometimes I wonder why I’m still in love with you.[unsent text: Dante] You make it very hard to love you. On purpose.[unsent text: Dante] Do you think I’m going to hell for killing him?[unsent text: Dante] I’m thinking about getting another cat.[unsent text: Dante] I miss you.
[text: Dante] Who would win in a fight: Jaime Lannister or Godzilla...I had a drink or ten....
themindofdante replied to your photoset: cinemaspam: Henry Cavill in The Man From Uncle...
Stop
Napoleon arches a cool brow. “Oh, are we paying attention to me now?”
@themindofdante
Tumblr doesn’t seem to want to send you my asks/IMs so I’m @ing you here to ask if you’d like to do an RP
"Well, Well, Well"
How long had it been since a woman lay in his bed; or even a man?
Ives couldn’t exactly remember the last. Not since he left the blonde and her pathetic priest. If anyone had come after them. It was all a blur. The killings and the thrill of it all. It was almost like he was back in the trail days. When killing wasn’t such a crime more than a lost art.
“Shit..” He sat back in the office chair and rubbed at his pants. It had been too long since he’d been satisfied. The thought of fucking was getting to him. Since the only thought he could think of with fucking. Was a man lapping at his cock and a woman pouting as he was fingering her. Between those images and a ‘proper’ meal. Francis Ives was jerking himself and letting go of any of his inhibitions. Without the thought of anyone or anything around him.
As if anyone would actually be after him.
‘Well, well, well.’
Francis Ives froze and turned around slowly. Away from the window he’d been staring out. “I can explain..” He speaks noting the dead body in the room and himself with his hand around his cock. “I-I was just, well..” Ives grabbed for the pistol on the desk and dove under the table.
“Move and I’ll shoot your god damn kneecap!” Ives barked off. Holding the gun aimed at the bastard who’d come in the room.
Fucking bastard, can’t even enjoy a fuckin’ wank!
@themindofdante from (X)
“Girl? Ugh, I swear you think you’re so suave ‘n shit with those dick joke, but lets see how friggin’ cute you are when—monster trucks? That ain’t...That’s...agreeable. What’s the catch, though, huh?”
themindofdante replied to your post: // Jim’s newest hobby is getting banged by cocky...
“I’m not half your age, Jim.”
“And I’m not getting banged by you. What’s your point, Ballard?”