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cullen washing himself off in a river like that gifset, shirt clinging to his back, hair dripping down his cheeks -- is gonna turn around and find dorian looking at him with the like "gonna utterly DESTROY that later" expression on his face. just saying.
you : dorian is gonna utterly DESTROY that later lottie re this same gif set : claudia loves him. but also wants to top him so hard
seems right. seems correct.
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Charlie Hunnam as Arthur in King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017)
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DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION | REPLAY ➤ Chaotic Girlfriend and Lawful Boyfriend
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Hello my darling sweet and lovely Michelle. I wanted to pop in and remind you how wonderful you are and how happy I am whenever I remember that you are once again back and gracing my dash and tumblr experience with an extraordinary amount of talent. I am so blessed to be able to call you a friend and to have you in my life. I love watching you kick butt and climb that accomplishment ladder. 💕🏴‍☠️
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You said that…
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happy sinday, let cullen worship every inch of your body, ta
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We have watched and waited for the darkspawn to return. But those, who once called us heroes, have forgotten. We are few now, and our warnings have been ignored for too long. It may even be too late, for I have seen with my own eyes what lies upon the horizon. Maker help us all. 
DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS /  CENGIZ COŞKUN AS WARDEN-COMMANDER DUNCAN ( all gifs graciously provided by @fairbanksies​ ♡ )
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valorsworn · 3 years
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@immobiliter sent : val is just going to stare at duncan. very intently.
The eyes that regarded him from the other side of the campfire were distrustful, indeed. Not an unlikely sight between two such as them. She had more reason than most, perhaps, having just been separated so abruptly from all she had ever known. 
It was naïve of him, he thought mildly, to expect this first night to pass without further conversation on the days ahead. He had done this too often. In certain ways, this was a good thing. Worn down were the lies wrapped in soft reassurances, the jarring truth not cutting as deep when it revealed itself. But equally worn down were the small acts and words of kindness and understanding that served as potential prologue to a hard life ahead… or final days lived.
“ I suspect you have many questions. ”
Duncan’s gaze held hers with little effort. There was no challenge in his eyes, no need to prove anything beyond the immediate confirmation that he meant her no harm ( so long as she did not draw her weapon on him, like she might have done on so many others of his kind ; that was hardly his business ). A slow exhale as he moved his hands, holding open palms near the flames to warm them through.
“ The answers shall have to wait until we have met up with the King’s army. But know this : I stand by what I said. You would make a most excellent Grey Warden. The bravery you demonstrated at the cave, in spite of the corruption that flows unchecked through your veins… It is no small feat. It speaks of willpower, and conviction. A willingness to do what is necessary, beyond the limitations of one’s own body. ”
There. A flicker in her eyes. Good. She reminded him of a filly in more ways than one, fiery and spirited. If she survived the ritual, and set herself to a higher purpose… His intuition had rarely led him astray, these past ten years. Some recruits simply held greater promise than others.
“ I feel it only fair to warn you. It is rare to find a Dalish amongst the Order, but I confess I have high hopes for you. ”
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We have watched and waited for the darkspawn to return. But those, who once called us heroes, have forgotten. We are few now, and our warnings have been ignored for too long. It may even be too late, for I have seen with my own eyes what lies upon the horizon. Maker help us all. 
DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS /  CENGIZ COŞKUN AS WARDEN-COMMANDER DUNCAN ( all gifs graciously provided by @fairbanksies​ ♡ )
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bioware had the audacity to put a genuine dilf in origins only to kill him off within the first quarter of the game
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valorsworn · 3 years
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duncan is such a beautiful study in contrast : he’s kind, patient, caring, warm, loyal.
but he can also be cold, calculating, and scarily merciless. 
both parts can exist in the same man. they have to. 
in the face of the potential end of the world, someone has to make the hard decisions, and cut down corruption and weakness when it presents itself in front of him. courage and worth isn’t bought ; it’s earned.
that’s why jory dies.
is it right? who knows. but while everyone else ponders endlessly on questions of morality, duncan has a blight to defeat.
everything else is secondary. and he is perfectly fine being the one to carry that burden. 
it’s what a grey warden does.
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Go, Pup. Warn your brother. And know that we love you both.
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“you are… i have never felt anything like this.”
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valorsworn · 3 years
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@knightsvows​ sent : Hawke pleasing Cullen under his desk because I said so
Someone could walk in at any moment.
Granted, the chances were relatively low. The hour was late ( entirely at Cullen’s insistence, to counteract Hawke’s insistence ), his armour already removed and placed on the armour stand in the corner of the room. It wasn’t exactly what Hawke had hoped for, Cullen knew, but the act itself was enough of a rebellion in and of itself. 
Perhaps one day he would find it in himself to let the other man pull him entirely over to the mentality of risking it all, just for the hell of it. To feel that sense of danger, that thrill running through his veins. He had it in him. Hawke certainly seemed convinced of that fact. That had been the most surprising discovery of all ; that the man known as Champion could be terrifyingly patient. Like he had all the time in the world to prove Cullen wrong about his own sense of self.
A sound then, a low hum reverberating around his length, and Cullen inhaled sharply as he looked down. Caught with his wandering thoughts, and brought mercilessly back to the present to this : Hawke on his knees, lips red and shiny wet and obscenely wrapped around Cullen’s cock, eyes dark and sharp with knowing and, Void take him, amusement. 
How a man could say so much without a single word, Cullen would never know. He wielded the skill as well as any blade, watching Cullen across a room with a look that could turn the Commander’s knees weak and make his lungs burn with the sudden lack of air, mind empty save for the images those ravenous orbs conjured.
Hawke swallowed around him then, pleased at having reclaimed Cullen’s attention, and Cullen swore, a heavy hand landing on the other man’s head as trembling fingers curled into dark hair.
“ Maker, Garrett, ” he breathed, the fingers of his other hand digging hard into the armrest of the chair. He could feel the heat rising steadily on the back of his neck and his cheeks, knew his Fereldan complexion hid absolutely nothing. 
Someone could walk in at any moment. 
The knowledge whispered to him from the back of his mind once more. Cullen closed his eyes against the dueling sensation of shame and desire the idea brought forth in him. 
One day, they would do this during the day, when the probability was next to inescapable. Hawke would not kneel in front of his chair as he was now, with room to spare. He would actually find his way under Cullen’s desk, cramped and uncomfortable as it would be. He would pull Cullen from his breeches, and work him into full hardness with lips and tongue until he could swallow him down, and Cullen… 
Cullen would continue reading his reports. Writing orders. Assessing maps and inventories and supply routes. And at some point, someone would walk in, a scout, a messenger, Maker’s breath, the Inquisitor, and Cullen would pretend nothing was amiss, voice as steady as he could manage it, while Hawke sucked him off. Perhaps he’d touch himself in the process, one hand stuffed down his trousers, his strokes rough and messy with his own hunger.
That image proved Cullen’s final undoing as he choked out a moan, with no time to warn the other man as his climax utterly blindsided him, stealing him of breath and emptying his mind. 
“ Mercy, damn you, ” he half-gasped, half-laughed when Hawke’s tongue continued to lave its ministrations with long strokes on his oversensitive flesh for many moments after. He loosened his grip on the other man’s hair a little, but held on sufficiently to pull him up into a kiss ; one that was breathless, clumsy, and strangely grateful. 
Hawke’s smug grin morphed into something softer during the kiss, making Cullen’s heart trip over itself in his chest for an entirely different reason. 
Next time. Next time.
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