#drgfyre

[brandedmachine]

drgfyre replied to your post : [ text ] I got some new dresses I want you to fuck...

TXT: What do I get if I give you a peek? :3c

[ txt : Aranea ] Whatever you want, gorgeous ;) [ txt : Aranea ] Is there anything you’ve been wanting me to do?

[swcrdlillies]

fucking dave---- he can’t even keep his friends alive.

this fucking voice call i swear to god

[valendread-blog]

                                             @drgfyre // s.

           ❛ well - are you going to explain ? ❜ rang the gunner’s gruff tones ; previously wielded firearm disappearing beneath the confines of scarlet cloak. his eyes were cold && piercing as he glanced over the woman, expectantly -- brimming with both curiosity and distaste at the sight of the foe they’d just felled dissolving from existence. having been a former TURK and subject of hojo’s experiments ; vincent’d seen things. unspeakable things. but nothing as grotesque as what he’d just witnessed.

[leorugiet]

drgfyre replied to your post: I notice I have several threads of Cor choking...

don’t choke aranea :(

I’ll choke prompto instead.

he counts.

kinda.

[biggscallux]

hey handsome u come here often ;D /leaaaaaaaaans on him

God dammit Ara, he’s trying to maintenance the ship’s GPS, and u leaned on him. Now the ship will fly in zig zag patterns 4 the rest of ever because that’s how it works. Probably.  

[brandedmachine]

“Look out!” The warning was called out just in time for Gladio to get the warning that his short had went off wild, all thanks to the coerul that had ended up tackling him. Normally the blonde would have no problem taking down the monster - he had been solo hunting for a few months now and had gotten better than he was before. He didn’t know exactly what had him so distracted at that moment, really. No, wait. Yes he did. His eyes flickered from Gladio to Aranea and back, before he was focusing once more on the coerul that was pinning him down. All it took was one careful shot to the chest and it was yelping out as it fell over, body going limp as its heart stopped. “You okay?” He glanced around, making sure all of the rest were down, before slowly making his way over to the other two. @swcrdlillies @drgfyre

[floweringeclipse]

drgfyre replied to your post you can't shame the shameless

tru

praesidioest replied to your post GO TO UR ROOM

[iris mimicking ara’s voice]: you can’t shame the shameless

[blackwellburnout-blog]

idly kisses his throat just below his adam's apple and hums.

    Sometime between four beers and a bowl, Ara got the cute idea to dislodge from her spot and climb up next to him. Not that he blames her. The snowfall outside cracked its knuckles against the window until the chill crawled in and made itself at home. The shared body heat’s a good change of pace.

   She’s tangled up real pretzel-like around him: tucked between his body and the couch, one’a her thighs thrown over both of his, and her head resting beneath his chin. When she moves the cold air rushes against his bare neck. Frank grumbles at the unwelcome displacement. Everything’s better—and worse—in a lazy high. Food tastes richer. The cold bites meaner. The fleece blanket rustling at his toes has got this texture to it, stuck between comfortable and itchy as hell. There’s a lump in the seat that digs into his back when either one’a them shifts. The couch is old, broken in by someone other than him and her. 

   Aranea is always soft. When they’re high, she’s softer. She speaks less often and a lot more slow, like the words’ve gotta backtrack a couple times to make it out proper. When they’re high, she’s bolder. That thigh slides up against his hips. Her mouth brushes his throat. When he goes hard, she makes a sound like she’s been waiting for it and God, when they’re high and when they’re not, there’s nothing he wants more than to give it to her. 

   Frank hisses a breath between his teeth. The hand resting against the back of her knee gives a gentle, warning squeeze. “I’m only a man, babe. Take it easy.”