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Aerith

Aerith was not fond of the idea of being used to ruffle the feathers of Mr. Drautos’ former girlfriend. It seemed petty and juvenile, like some high school stunt. But she knew money when she saw it. His well-made sweaters, his pristine watches, the subtle finery of his car parked in front of her house. Had he noticed her broken AC unit? The way her cat ate like a king even as her cupboards sat often bare? The way her emergency stash of money in her safe had begun to dwindle, stack by stack?

I could take care of you. You know I could. She resented that. She’d heard it before. First Rufus, cool and clinical and delivered like a threat and not a romantic proposal, then Gladio, coaxing and pleading and begging her away from carousel of customers that darkened her doorway.

But she could have used the money. And maybe a little partying with an older, emotionally unavailable man could help soothe the empty ache she got in her chest whenever she thought too long on her ex-boyfriend.

But she didn’t tell him any of that right away. She let him kiss a languid line down the slope of her throat, lifting her hips against the press of his thigh as she sighed in contemplative consideration. The bite at her neck pulled her from her reverie.

“I could use a party,” she decided aloud, sliding her fingers at the hem of his shirt to tug it upwards over the broad of his chest and shoulders. “Take my mind off things.” Her fingers dandled along a pitted scar nestled in the curve of his collarbone. “What should I wear?”

Her hips were wicked, raising to meet the thick of his thigh, brushing the warmth of what lay between her leg against him. The tease. 

But she’d agreed to his proposition, and with far less necessary persuasion than he had been prepared to apply to her. Which was convenient, he supposed. But he didn’t quite take her for a girl whose motives were solely money. Or pure and pointless frivolity. But while her intentions were unclear, her interest was, and her assent was all he wanted. Or cared about. 

“I’ll provide you with something to wear,” he mumbled into the junction where the cygnet slope of her throat met the curve of her shoulder. and sank his teeth into it with a new and savage possessiveness.  “I think I know your size. But I’ll take a souvenir or two.” He hooked a finger beneath the strap of her inutile bra where it peeked beyond the collar of her shirt, pulled, and let it snap back against her collarbone. “Just in case. I’ll have the dress delivered to you beforehand, of course. With plenty of time in case you need tailoring.” 

His fingers plucked at the button of her shorts, unfastening it before he drew the short zipper down, undoing them neatly. His rough hand slipped within, snagging indelicately at the lace of her underthings as he pushed them aside with uncaring fingers, which he then slipped into the slick of her cunt. “But if you need distracting,” he offered, his fingers spreading inside her, before retracting themselves. “I’m real good at that. I know what whores like.”

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Brooklyn Nine-Nine meets Kingsglaive: Final Fantasy XV (Spoilers)

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grisonnants

“Oh, I’m afraid it’s nothing so flattering as all that, Captain. In fact, it’s rather the opposite. I’m quite familiar with, shall we say, the less savory aspects of the lovemaking business—brothels, Captain.”

He thought he noticed the slight straightening of the captain’s spine, and he laughed low into his drink, like the low rumble of a cat’s purr. “Forgive me if that’s salacious to mention,” he apologized in a tone that sounded quite unapologetic. “I’m admittedly hopeless when it comes to propriety. But frequenting brothels is not so remarkable. All men do it. But when the soldier can’t stand at attention or complete the salute—well. I do find that marginally more fascinating. Now, don’t cause a scene. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I suspect you might just be bored.”

He maintained the tight smile on his lips even as his fingers pinched brutally at is host’s elbow, walking him slowly to an uninhabited corner darkened without the presence of candlelight. “And where, my lord, would you have heard something like this? Untruths are easily dispelled, I don’t care about that. Or my reputation. Which someone has very clearly gone to lengths to destroy. But I will have my satisfaction of whoever has the gall and the presumption to malign me.” His eyes darkened in the shadows as his brows drew together. “Will you tell me who told you so?”

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grisonnants

“Is it also customary for your regiment to insult the hosts at parties? Hosts that invited you, in case it bears repeating. By all means, though—don’t hold back. I quite like it a little rough.”

He inclined his head, adopting a secretive air as his voice lowered. “May I confess something to you? I had ulterior motives for inviting you here. I heard the most delicious rumor through the proverbial grapevine. About you, my dear captain. Can you guess what it was?”

He raised a brow at his advice. “Yes, I’d heard something about that, too,” he mumbled, hiding his lips behind the rim of his wine glass, before taking a pointed sip. “And what rumor would that be? I can’t keep track of what these gossips say about me. Whose daughter I flirted with, whose wife I fucked ... Once, I recall hearing of a tale wherein I commiserated with a horse because no woman could properly satisfy me. Though, that was lazy. I’m sure I’ve heard the rumor of Catherine the Great before.” Another sip. “But tell me. I’m curious to hear. I haven’t encountered anything entertaining tonight as it is.”

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grisonnants

@glaivecpt          /       i love a military man

“Well, look at you in full regalia. Like a little toy soldier. Most officers defer to their civilian clothes for these functions, but I do admire the boldness. I’m sure the ladies go quite mad over it, don’t they? Asking about your scars, tittering behind their fans. I considered enlisting some time ago, you know. But unfortunately, I find myself cursed with an artistic soul.” 

“It’s customary for my regiment, that we represent ourselves with our full dress uniforms, even during civilian activities. I hope you don’t find it too antiquated for the purposes of your party.” Though, by the tone of his voice, it didn’t seem as though Drautos cared very much at all what this Mr. Gray thought of him and his appearance. “It’s well enough you didn’t enlist. We have an excess of canon fodder as it is.”

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Aerith

“Is that what this is about?” she asked softly, seemingly unruffled by his manhandling. “Because you find me comely? I forgot that being a pretty girl without a man to rein her in is a sin in this climate.”

She tossed her hair haughtily, smacking him in the face with the weight of it as she turned her head. “I would hate to have to bring up your poor behavior with Mr. Caelum. He’s so busy, and I’d rather us just get long. Wouldn’t you?”

“Of all the things to dwell upon,” he laughed, mirthlessly. “Did you not hear what I’ve said? Of course you’d only hear what you want to hear, vain little tart that you are. That you assume I think you’re pretty, and that’s what’s got me up in arms about you?” 

His hand shot out, gripping the heavy weft of hair that had just maligned his face, yanking her back to face him. “I don’t have any intention of getting along with you,” he warned, slinging her into the wall of the barn, and trapping her there with a finger raised to her nose in feral admonition. There was a softness in the way his eyes marked the slope of her nose, the delicate fullness of her mouth. “I don’t care if you bring this up to your master. I don’t care much about what you do. As long as you stay away from me.”

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Aerith

“The lord of the house is quite kindly to me,” she reminded, tone mild even as his fingers dug into the soft of her arm. “And it would be unkind and unwise to refuse his bestowals. Regardless of how little you think of it.” Her gaze dropped pointedly to where his hand gripped her. “You’re much too rough. Don’t you have a lady in your life to educate you on polite address, Mr. Drautos?”

“Is that a threat?” he asked, his malign grip tightening upon her, pulling her to the incline of his fulminate grimace. “He is my master, not you. I owe you no pleasantries, no respects. You are not lady of the house, here. And if he finds my attitude to be lacking, then I’ll accept his censure. Not yours.”

“The only lady’s advice I’ve ever taken was my mothers, God rest her soul,” he half hissed through gritted teeth. “And I’ll be damned if some pretty-faced slattern with a golden cunt thinks she’d do better to educate me than my own mam.”

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Aerith

“But I’m good with dogs,” she coaxed, wandering past him to hope up on the lowest rung of the nearest stable. She laid a kiss on the nose of the bay mare stomping behind the door. “I’m sure he’d pay you for it, if you wanted to kick up a fuss.” To the horse, she whispered, “Men are so petty.”

“I’ll thank you not to talk to my horses,” he snapped, striding over to yank her away from the pretty mare. “And not to tell them evils about me.”

He glared at her, not caring to his the unabashed disdain in his eyes. “You really think you’re a grand lady now, don’t you? Taking what you want. Without even a ‘by your leave.’ Because you think you deserve it. Because you’re entitled to it. An upjumped little strumpet is what you are. And you won’t get a kind word or dog from me. So move one.”

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Aerith

“Mr. Caelum said the stable dog had puppies,” she said, lingering near the entrance as she rocked idly on her heels. “And I wanted to see them. He said if any strike my fancy, I can take it home with me. But your consternation is duly noted, Mr. Drautos.”

“You mean my pups?” he asked, acidly. “The ones I helped whelp from my own bitch?” He made a sharp sound through his teeth, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m not giving them to just anyone. And certainly not to you. So. Sorry you came all this way. But they’re not for giving.”

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@petalwind

“Can I help you? This is the stable, if you’ve come here by mistake. There’s no dizzy-aged pair of tallywags to squeeze a pension out of here, so I’m sure you’re lost.”

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Aerith

Aerith’s couch had been the site of a great many romancings. Little flings with boys she’d been introduced to through mutual friends, girls she’d met while shopping for soil and lights and watering cans, men she’d dated for months. But none of them had ever hefted her so surely against the cushions, presuming a kiss from her with a rough mouth and hungry teeth. His fingers would surely leave bruised along her hip bone, or marked into the soft of her neck where he gripped her, and already her mouth throbbed with the threat of a swell from his attentions.

He was too old for her. Anyone would think so. He was presumptuous, the way he took kisses and grasped with rude, hard fingers. But she hated to be alone at night—night was when she heard the most noises, wondering at every sound, closing every window and checking every lock. (Not that locks could keep out Shinra money and skill.)

“I’m not really looking to be serious,” she admitted, tucking her chin to maneuver her mouth away from his. “I’m super on the rebound. I had to break it off with a long term boyfriend. Again. Which is a boring story.”

She laid a light, experimental kiss to the bow of his mouth. “You don’t want me to be serious, do you?”

His eyes slid shut, anticipating her kiss. Like he wanted to enjoy it. Revel in it. And he did. 

There was something sweet about volition. About the wanting, the shared intrigue. And about the winning. Because there was something incomprehensibly obscure about her, like any measure of progress was an unattainable thing. Like she was eternal and unchanging, and he’d caught a piece of her. Nailed her down. 

“No,” he answered, after a moment’s contemplation. “Not serious. But I don’t like girls who fuck around.” His concupiscent gaze was trained on those shell-pink lips, and he bent to return her kiss with an indelicate one of his own. 

Drawing away, his thumb pressed to the ridge of her throat, as if to keep her there. The symbolism of his own actions weren’t lost on him. “What if I had a proposition for you?” he asked, the question posed with a note of annoyance in his voice. “You’re not looking for something serious, and neither am I. We've both come off breakups. Don’t know if you’re the type to take the high road. But I’m not. I’ve got a function in about a week. And I’ll need a date. And you’re exactly the type of girl she’d never think to see me with. And the kind that would drive her up the wall.”

The point of his thumb slid up to guide the cusp of her chin skyward, allowing him to kiss a linee along the underside of her jaw. “So, what do you think?” he asked, the palm of his free hand pressing to the jut of her hip bone, fastening her to the cushions, his thighs settling between hers to press suggestively between her legs. “Dinner and dancing and whatever else have you. You’ll get dressed up, annoy her with your presence ... I’ll pay you. For your time. And if it works out, maybe we can discuss a further arrangement.” 

His teeth snagged on the skin of her jaw, nipping hard. “I could take care of you. You know I could.”

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Aerith

“Oh, I sit in everyone’s laps,” she assured, letting her fingers trail down the fine-cut slope of his nose as she took another languid pull on the leaf-packed pipe. “I’m just helping my clients sample my product in the best way available to them. It’s called shotgunning, by the way.”

Still draped in his lap, she held the business-end of the pipe to his lips, flicking the lighter to flare in her free hand. “Pull on it,” she suggested. “Slow and steady, and you’ll definitely want to cough. But try to hold it in.”

Her fingers played at the bow of his mouth next. “You can try to pass it back to me, if you want. Same way I did you.”

He wasn’t new. He knew when a girl was flirting. And she was flirting. The way she let her fingers disport upon his nose, his lips— even if he’d believed that her slipping into his lap like some acquisitive cat was something of a regularity of hers apart from him, there was no denying the fondness with which she caressed him. 

He did as he was instructed (soldiers were excellent at taking orders, after all), holding it in until the last possible moment, during which time he deliberated on how much she meant it. Her affections. His fingers drummed on her thigh, before reaching to pull her to him by her hips, one hand reaching up to grip the nape of her neck and guide her down for a kiss. The smoke escaped him in a messy exhalation, and he kissed her desperately, with a determined abandon, his lips bold, but his tongue bolder. 

She tasted of her own dentritic herb and sugar-peach-sweet lip gloss, which he licked from her lips in one hard swipe, before his hand had slipped to her throat, pushing her down on her own couch. “I don’t like games,” he decided, staring down at her with an enigmatic scrutiny, thumbing indelicately at the swell of her bottom lip, already swollen pink from the bruise of his kiss. “And I got a feeling you don’t have a serious bone in your body.”

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FUCK YOU ,  DANTE !

       of DMC: Devil May Cry

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aerith

She slid from the couch to reach for the lighter on the table, drawing a deep inhale from the pipe. Her chest seized, in spire of her seasoned professionalism, and she slid into his lap to offer her mouth to him.

She stayed back just barely, keeping their lips from touching as she passed the smoke between their open, waiting mouths. Then she cracked a smile. “Too old to keep up with the new paraphernalia? We can stick to rolling papers.”

He received the sweetened warmth of her breath, letting the scent of her mingled with the thick of the smoke fill his lungs. “I’m not stupid,” he informed her with far more leniency in his tone than he would have afforded anyone else who’d questioned his abilities. Maybe it was already working. Or maybe he was that much even-tempered with a pretty thing on his knee. “I can figure it out. Actually, I asked you to show me. You’re the one offering ... whatever that was.” 

He reached up to play at the curling ends of her hair, looking up at her and letting his sight fall to those peach-sweet lips of hers, and wanting to ask for another. “You in the habit of sitting in everyone’s laps? Or do I get to think I’m special?”

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aerith

“You just put your lips around the end and suck. I’ll hold the lighter over the leaf. Unless you want me to give it to you? Mouth to mouth?”

His eyes raised to meet hers, giving a long, hard stare to see if he could figure out just how she meant it. But she was wearing one of those enigmatically blissful smiles. But she couldn’t be an angel. Not her.

“Yeah,” he replied shortly. “Like I’d turn that down.”

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@petalwind

“I don’t know how to smoke that. Show me.”

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that’s a mighty ugly banner  so it’s been about 5 months since i started this blog on a whim and i super cannot believe the amazing reception i got and the great ppl i met in so short a time. so under the cut im gonna throw out some shoutouts, in no real order, of ppl who have made this a SUPER FUN TIME FOR ME. if i left you out im so so sorry pls dont think it was on purpose or i dont love u bc i do IM JUST DUMB

but first off @praesidioest / @aitaiiyo / all ur other blogs need special recognition for being with me the whole time and encouraging my bad behavior. if ur follow me and not her idk what to tell u about ur bad taste.

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