Mois : août 2018

radicat:

are u ever so attracted to someone that u just groan internally every time u see them like it’s physically painful how attractive they are

inquisitorkayrasunlauracorn:

Ok, in the game, we all know that Blackwall’s hygiene (or lack thereof) is called into question, repeatedly. Clearly he is a man who has more important things to do than take a bath on a regular basis. I keep imagining he smells of sweat mingled with smoke, leather, and wood, and I have to admit, I really like that smell. 

Now why would I possibly like the odor that repels Dorian and others? Because my father was a firefighter, and when he would come home after suppressing a fire, he would smell strongly of sweat and smoke (he usually fought forest fires, so it was a woodsy smelling smoke). While it is certainly not the most pleasant of odor, I came to love that odor when I hugged him to welcome him home because it meant he came home to us safely and alive. Even today, when I smell smoke, I think about how glad I am that Dad always came home and always came home safe and sound. 

Thus, in my personal Blackwall romance headcannon, my Inquisitor doesn’t mind Blackwall’s sweaty, smokey odor when she hugs him at the end of the day; because that smell reminds her that after whatever battles they’ve fought that day, he is safe and alive in her arms. They have survived another day, together.

villainfetish:

jupiterandorpheus:

mordymord:

don’t think about what Blackwall looks like when he comes. don’t think about his eyes shut tight, his lips just barely parted to give life to a hot groan of satisfaction. don’t think about his head thrown back, the column of his throat exposed to your tongue and teeth.

don’t do it because then it’ll be all you can think about, like me x.x

Also don’t think about his hips moving. don’t think about his muscles flexing as he thrusts. don’t think about his hands gripping your hips, digging in with fingertips in a strong hold. 

You really probably shouldn’t think about his back muscles either, working beneath your nails, arching as you press them harder to his skin. Don’t think about your hands slipping in his sweat, sliding down to his sides where you finally manage to grab hold once more.

madqueenzelly:

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