soft sighs

the hunter gives an approving nod of his head. after the success he had today against a troublesome foe, a great feast of soup and roast would be sufficient for them to celebrate with. with that, he focuses back to the book, turning over each thin page as delicately as he can so as to avoid the accident he had caused last time. nothing a bit of gum from one of the trees couldn't fix, but he does not wish to disrespect her that way again, especially knowing how treasured these books were to her. "frankenstein." he repeats the name, sounding out each syllable as best he can through his pincers. "this frankenstein created this ultimate being?" he can't help but give something of a laugh. "i would like to meet this creature. he must be a worthy foe to have a story written of him." he places the book down and instead moves his attention to watch her move about the hut. it pleases him to see how acclimated she has become living with him. "this mary shelley... she is your people's story keeper?" he tilts his head, suddenly curious. "our clan has one. it is my brood brother. when we return, i will have you meet him. i am sure you two will have many stories to share."

rae stifled a laugh when he suggested meeting frankenstein's monster, charmed by a'ki's belief that the story she was reading was real rather than made up. "mary shelley is an author, but not our story keeper," she explained gently. "humans don't really have one person who tells our story — it's more of a collective endeavor. and i would love to meet your brother. he probably has some embarrassing stories of you from when you were younger." the femme teased as she finished preparing their dinner, spending their entire meal discussing the intricacies of human storytelling: the differences between fiction and nonfiction, and how there existed at least a hundred genres and subgenres of human literature. after she finished tidying up, the redhead curled up in their bed of furs, scrolling through one of the books on her tablet before beckoning him to join her. "while i don't think i can get this to translate to your language, i can read you some of frankenstein if you'd like."

saintshigaraki

vampire soulmate who keeps you kind of like a pet…in a semi hypnotized sedated state…makes you come until you pass out like every other day bc the sounds you make endlessly amuses them…they want the fight fully drained out of you by the time all is said and done. they know in a decade or two you’ll be happy by their side. their pampered pet of a mate

#wishlist

indigobabyyy

hypno-slut 🌀

i need to be tied up with an AR headset and noise-cancelling headphones that only play porn. i can't turn away or move from the incessant moaning and sounds of sex, or the videos that play into infinity. make my mind melt and my cunt drip. make me your desperate prisoner until all i can think about is sex. i have no thoughts, no opinions, i'm just a toy now.

#wishlist

even though she does not see it, amusement glints in his eyes when she repeats back the creature's name. it is something they've been doing when his translator fails him. he teaches her some words in his tongue, and she teaches him some of hers; though a'ki tended to struggle with words that have a 'th' sound, since he does not have the two plush pieces of flesh that line her mouth (of which she called lips). but he gives it his best try. if he can conquer beasts of the forest, then surely he can conquer her language. the hunter gives a hum of approval, a flicker of lustful electricity shooting through his body when she steals a kiss to his claw. but he pulls his hand away and gives a gentle pat to the top of her head. then, he steps away in order to remove his armor for the night. "i am," he answers her question in earnest, before his attention catches on the makeshift table and the book that had been left there. he steps towards it, lifting the item to examine. scrawled on the pages are symbols he doesn't recognize. "what have you been reading?"

while she’d felt their connection from the very first moment they met, it had taken time for her to truly feel comfortable around him. a'ki was another species entirely, towering over her with a presence that once felt overwhelming. yet now, she found herself missing him whenever he was gone too long on a hunt. months had passed since the femme had left her home and though the ache of homesickness still tugged at her from time to time, she had brought a handful of books from home to keep herself grounded. “i was just going to make some soup, but i can always roast that meat you brought back yesterday if you want that instead.” their diets couldn’t have been more different and rae still wasn’t entirely sure what the male enjoyed eating or merely tolerated for her sake. "oh, it’s a classic. frankenstein by mary shelley. it’s about victor frankenstein, a scientist who creates a living, thinking creature from different body parts. kind of eerie, but really beautiful too.” feeling her stomach grumble, the redhead wandered over to their small stove to light it, setting a pot over the flame to warm her soup.

continued from here + @oflustwritten

a hunt can last for many rotations, and a'ki has been on this one for quite some time. there's one beast he has yet to conquer. and when he finally does, he'll return to his clan back on his home planet with beast in hand and mate at his side. for now, he needs rest. and there is no place better than here with her. but her grimace does not go unnoticed. typically, he would find her disgust offensive. how dare a mate reject his gifts. but he understands that they are not of the same species and therefore, she is new to his way of life. just as he is to hers. so, he tries to meet her in the middle. "carve and cut and fashion it however you want." his expression softens beneath his mask when she nuzzles into his hand. "i apologize for being late. the xilzeoks was a mighty foe." his mask struggles to translate the creature's name into her tongue. his claw runs over her bottom lip. "i hope that i have not kept you."

when she’d left her planet to be with a’ki, the femme hadn’t known what her future would hold. would she ever see home again? was she expected to hunt beside him? what did being mated to another species mean? could he even understand her? thankfully, a’ki had been patient enough to endure her endless stream of questions, answering what he could and showing her what words couldn’t. over time, they had learned to read each other, adapting to one another’s rhythms and habits until their differences felt almost natural. “xilzeoks?” the redhead echoed softly, testing the alien name on her tongue as she tried to picture the creature he spoke of. judging by the length of the spine he wrapped around her waist, she imagined it must’ve been massive. “you didn’t keep me waiting. i was just reading by the fire before starting dinner.” when his claw traced along her bottom lip, rae tilted her head to press a gentle kiss to the sharpened edge of it, glad to have him home again. “are you hungry?”

open: f/m/nb 25+.

plot: your muse is a'ki's mate that he has come to shower gifts with after a successful hunt.

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he was gone much longer than he intended to be. and while his foe had put up a good fight, he emerged the victor as always. with the creature's spine draped over his armored shoulder and its head on a spike to be displayed outside his hut, a'ki marches through camp towards where his new mate waits for his return. upon entering the domicile, he finds them over by the fireplace tending to the flames. "i have returned, mate," he announces with a sense of pride, the mask over his face making his voice slightly robotic. "and i give this to you." slipping off the spine from his shoulder, the hunter loops it around their waist and secures it like it were a belt. immediately, a sense of pride swells in his chest to see them draped in his trophies, and he observes them as they curiously inspect what it is he has bestowed upon them. "in our clan, the more trophies from a hunt that a mate wears, the more respected the hunter becomes." he reaches out a claw to lightly stroke at their cheek. "they will know that there is nothing i wouldn't do for you."

it wasn’t long after their first encounter that he had fully claimed her as his mate, taking her back to his ship as he continued his hunt, yet to return to his home planet. sometimes rae wondered what that homecoming would look like, whether his clan would be outraged that their fearsome warrior had chosen a human or if he was ashamed of her. the redhead sat before the fire, absently stoking the flames, letting their warmth chase away the hut’s chill. so lost in thought, she didn’t hear the heavy footsteps behind her until his deep voice broke through the quiet. turning, she froze at the sight of another one of his “trophies.” her stomach twisted, though not as sharply as it used to. “oh, um… it’s definitely going to take me some time to get used to this, but i’ll wear it proudly.” her lips curved into a soft, genuine smile and she instinctively leaned into a'ki's touch, the gentle trace of his claw along her cheek both tender and possessive.

bitelove

continued from here + @oflustwritten

it's right there, just a measly few inches away: everything that's been on his mind since that first night he watched her perform. he could finally put an end to this song and dance once and for all, finally cross that line they keep toeing like a tightrope. eddie is acutely aware of everything that's happening around them, the bustle of the the circus as the make their preparations. so many could see them, but at the same time, who would care. he could chance it. catch her off her guard so that he could wipe that stupid smirk off her face. let her gasp in surprise because he knows she doesn't expect him to do anything. it's tempting. and it happens before he even knows it. eddie pressing her body closer, his face making contact with her torso and wasting no time to part his lips to lick a strip along her suit, right over where he knows to be her sensitive clit throbbing for him. and just in that same instant he pulled her in, he's pushing her away, letting go of her so she falls backwards. but his arms are quick to grab her thighs, pressing them to his chest while her ankles lock around the back of his head as she now hangs upside-down from him. "ain't you got some practicin' you need to be doin'?" he peers down at her, smug.

#bitelove #rae + eddie › thread #i forgot how much i love these two

rae so desperately wanted both of them to just give in to their desires, to finally cross the line they’d been toeing since she first arrived over a year ago. and just as eddie finally did, he left her stunned. a whimper fell from her lips the moment he pressed his mouth against her core, desperately needing him to bury himself between her thighs and feast. “edd—” her moans turned into a startled scream as her body plummeted toward the floor, instinct taking over as she locked her ankles behind his head to stop her fall. when his voice broke through her panic, teasing her about how she still needed to practice, she realized he wasn’t apologizing. he was enjoying this. the way his hands still gripped her thighs kept her suspended there, trapped hanging upside down like a bat while the rest of the troupe turned to look. the femme could feel the shift between them, that subtle transfer of power now that he had been the one to cross the line. he held her there effortlessly, a quiet reminder that he could push things further if he wanted to. “eddie crooks, you are such an asshole!”

there's hardly a second when his eyes widen half a millimeter in alarm as she lets go of her silks and gives her full weight over to him, eddie not at all anticipating her to do that and instinctively reaching up to catch her before she could tumble backwards over herself to the floor. his hands fit easily under her backside to prop her up, each hand burning from the contact with her bare skin as he cups both of her plush cheeks. she's easy to carry, practically a feather in his arms, but the tension between them offers the real weight. his eyes are on the in between of her thighs, just mere inches away from him, practically begging to be eaten. the sharp tug to his hair sends a spear of pleasure right down to his cock, causing for him to take a sharp inhale as well, finding that he wants her to do it again. but he won't dare say it aloud. instead, he lowers his gaze back down to her costume, struggling to wrap his mind around the fact that a thin piece of fabric keeps him from her. "i hate caramel," he says because he doesn't really know what else to say. but he needs to keep the conversation going, otherwise... he doesn't know how much longer he can keep this up. "plenty other things that smell better."

#sinnersaintz #rae + eddie › thread

as she was only going to practice, the redhead had slipped into a simple black leotard before beginning her routine. rae never minded how revealing the outfit was as it was part of the charm of her performance yet now, with the male's face just inches away from her core, she became acutely aware of just how little she was wearing. even with the noise of workers and performers around them, she caught the subtle way eddie inhaled after she tugged at his hair and found herself tempted to do it again just to draw the same reaction from him. instead, the femme loosened her hold on his golden locks and let her fingers trace a slow, absent-minded rhythm against his scalp, quietly savoring the closeness they shared as eddie rarely let anyone into his space like this. “and what would those better smells be, eddie? you seem like you’ve got a few things on your mind that you’d prefer over caramel.” one of those things being her with the way he wouldn't look up from the space between her thighs although she knew he wouldn't dare start anything with all the prying eyes surrounding them.

as soft and missable as it was, that little noise she lets out causes his ears to burn, for shivers to scatter across his body and stir desire in his abdomen to hear it again, louder and louder, until it's a scream of pain or pleasure. but her coaxing causes him to pause, for his body to tense slightly. he had been watching her. it's impossible not to. she captivates everyone she preforms in front of. but he knows that she's just trying to get a rise out of him. but he won't let that happen. so he decides to turn it back around on her. grasping her thighs, he lifts her up enough so that he can turn around, lowering her legs onto his shoulders so he's face to face with the thin fabric of her costume separating his mouth from her warm core. but he tilts his head up to look at her instead, brow raised. "and what look would that be? murder?" a dare, before his expression grows dark. he knew this would come up sooner or later. but there was no way he was going to tell her that the boy left by eddie's own hand when he caught the idiot trying to slip his up her skirt. "yeah, i seent him." he answers truthfully. just not in its entirety. "him and the juicy pair o' tits he left with. sorry, red."

#sinnersaintz #rae + eddie › thread #i cannot wait to see where this goes #these two are perfect #a mess but perfect

the femme could tell she was getting under his skin, the subtle shift in his expression, the way his body tensed as though fighting to keep control. a low hum escaped her lips when his hands clamped around her thighs, lifting her off his shoulders with ease. she half expected him to walk away and be rid of her antics, but instead he only turned to face her before settling her right back atop his shoulders, as if daring her to keep pushing. comfortably perched again, rae deliberately loosened her hold on the silks, letting them slip free so eddie had no choice but to bear her full weight. her fingers slid into his golden locks, anchoring herself while giving the occasional teasing tug. his breath ghosting against her core left her wanting more, a restless ache building as she shifted on his shoulders in a futile attempt at relief. the redhead silently thanked the dark fabric of her costume, knowing it masked the telltale dampness of arousal spreading against it. “it’s the same look you’re giving me now. want. desire. need.” her fingers tightened in his hair, giving a sharp tug that forced his gaze upward, meeting her own. “aw, i liked him. he was cute. always smelled like caramel.” she caught the way his jaw tightened and the spark of irritation flaring behind his eyes while he spoke about the other, exactly what she’d hoped for.

continued from here + @oflustwritten

he knew that he would one day meet his mate, as it was fated for every member of his hunting clan. but he never expected it to be her. a human, no less. but the moment he saw her, something in him told him that she had to become his. and so she has. the clawed hand not gripped around her throat grips at her hip, guiding her carefully as she sinks lower along his length. "nonsense," he answers in his gruff voice. "we have all the time now. and we will have many times after. i will not stop until everyone knows that you are mine. even you."

there were whispers of a pack of hunters lingering along the town’s edge, enough to send most of the folk rushing to shutter their doors and wait out the danger. rae knew she should have done the same, every instinct screaming at her to stay hidden, to keep her head low until the threat passed. and yet something out there pulled at her, something she couldn’t ignore no matter how hard she tried. even as she felt the strange pull of their souls tangling together, a primal fear rooted itself deep inside her chest, reminding her that one wrong word, one wrong move, and he could tear out her throat as easily as breathing. she writhed in his grasp as his claws dug at her bare flesh, unsure if she would be able to take all of him. "i know i am yours. i am just fragile." her voice trailed off as her head lulled back against his chest, whines falling from her lips as the barbs of his length began to scrape against her walls. "i don't know if i can take any more…"

#sinnersaintz

he should have expected this from her. it was always like this with her. and she did have the advantage of height over him this time. when he catches glimpse of her legs coming out from behind him in order to wrap around his neck so she can seat herself squarely onto his shoulders as if they were doing some sort of acrobatics act together, he pauses in his tracks. he knows he can keep walking and eventually she'll let go, lest she risk falling onto the floor. but for whatever reason, he steadies, staring out ahead at nothing in particular, mostly so he doesn't tempt himself with looking at her soft thighs bracketed around his head. but he knows the reason, because she's right. and damn her for being right. he knows the compromising position that they're in. he knows that all he needs to do is turn around and bury his face in between those soft thighs of hers so he can finally wipe that stupid grin off her face. "who says i wanna see you like that, huh?" he counters instead, shifting his shoulders in a feeble attempt he knows won't get her to let go of him. "there's not much to look at anyways."

#sinnersaintz #rae + eddie › thread #i get back from vacation and this had to be the first thing i reply to

it wasn’t hard for anyone to tell rae had a crush on him, always pestering him for attention, clinging to every chance she got to pull a reaction from him. what made it worse, or maybe better, was that he never really pushed her away. sure, he could have peeled her legs from his shoulders with little effort or walked off without a second thought, but instead he let her linger, only half-heartedly trying to shake her off. when he rolled his shoulders, the coarse scruff of his beard brushed against her bare thigh, and a soft, involuntary whine slipped from her lips as she imagined the same scruff buried between her thighs as he made her cry out in pleasure. “i know you watch my performances," she leaned down to whisper into his ear. “i see you each night, standing in the wings. you think that because i’m so high above the crowd i wouldn’t notice, but i do. i see the look in your eyes when i’m all wrapped up in my silks.” her voice dipped lower, teasing, before she tilted her head with faux innocence. “oh, by the way, have you seen billy? the new stagehand from the last stop? he said he’d help me set up my rig, but i haven’t seen him around so i had to do it myself.”

he never much cared for these new talents. all these runaways in pursuit of an unconventional life on the road. eddie knew the only reason half of them got the job was because the ringleader liked the way they looked in a skirt. eddie on the other hand, had gotten here on raw talent. able to lift twice his body weight with ease and was a damn good performer once the clown makeup came on. didn't hurt that him being shirtless all hours of the day helped him draw in fans. but rather than rehearsing for the next show, eddie's talents were needed, with the strongman carrying various equipment that needed to be set up. in the center ring, various silks cascade down from the rafters, with one particular redhead who was both the bane of his existence and desires going through her routine. eddie doesn't budge at all when she seemingly drops down in front of him, all teeth as she smiles up at him. the position that they're in turns certain gears in his head, imagining all her limbs caught in her fancy silks and her head level with his cock so he could stuff it into her mouth and she couldn't do anything about it but take it. but instead, he merely gives her shoulder a light shove, causing her to swing out of his way while he grunts, "no. 'less you need help wrappin' them silks 'round yer neck."

#sinnersaintz #rae + eddie › thread #i have 40+ drafts to get to #3 for you yet i HAD to reply to this #im obsessed with these two already

she’d been with the company for over a year now, long enough to see the revolving door of talent that came and went. the redhead made a point to welcome every new face, remembering how cold some of the veterans had been when she first arrived. eddie though, his distance was different. he wasn’t just another performer; he was practically part of the foundation itself. people said there had never been a show without him. on her first day, she had asked him for help rigging her silks, nervous and eager in equal measure. he’d scoffed, muttering under his breath something about the ringmaster only hiring her because she was “easy on the eyes” and useless otherwise. rae caught just enough of the words to sting and from that moment, she made it her mission to smother him with relentless teasing and attention. the femme hadn’t expected him to shove her, but she used the momentum to her advantage. with practiced grace, she swung back, flipped herself upright, and landed squarely on his shoulders, legs and silks entwining around him to keep him trapped. leaning down close, a mischievous grin tugged at her lips. “you’d like that, wouldn’t ya? seeing me all tied up pretty for you. but unless you help me practice…you’ll never see me like that.”

closed starter › @sinnersaintz

being in the air meant being free. whether she was swinging and leaping from the trapeze or wrapped tightly in the silks, rae spent nearly all her free time suspended above the ground. frustrated with the stresses of real life, the femme abandoned everything and ran away to the circus. what she thought would be a temporary escape, a week at most before returning to work, became something much greater. the circus was her life now. they had just arrived at their newest stop on tour, which meant the day was set aside for rest and practice before the crowd filled the big top tomorrow night. with the tent already raised, rae wasted no time setting up her silks, climbing high until the bustle of workers and performers below looked small and distant. up there, she felt untouchable, and she could have stayed all day if not for the sight of him wandering near her setup. the redhead’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. with one tug of the fabric, she let herself plummet, the silks unfurling around her until they caught and coiled at just the right moment, halting her fall so she dangled upside down mere inches from him. "hiya! wanna help me practice?"

#sinnersaintz #rae + muse › thread

bitelove

open: f/nb 21+.

plot: based on this (please specify one of these muses in your reply: mason, ethan, winter, dante, warren, zoe).

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"you want to, what? wear one of my shirts?" brows are slightly furrowed, intrigued by what prompted this. it's not an unusual request, but it is something they've never asked before. "why, what for?"

#bitelove #rae + mason › thread #I WROTE UP A WHOLE ASS REPLY FOR FOX AND THEN REALIZED HE WASNT ON THE LIST OF MUSES

she didn’t think it was an odd request. well maybe it was. rae had only been staying over while her own place underwent plumbing repairs that left her without water, but in the days she’d spent there she had grown used to the male’s presence. the femme had found herself slipping into his clothes just to keep his scent close when he was out. this, however, was the first time she’d actually asked him for something outright. "my laundry is in the wash and i don’t think you want me walking around naked…"

open: f/nb 25+.

plot: feel free to assume any connection (captive, spoil of war, sacrifice, mate, breeding stocks, etc.)

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a clawed hand is gripped tightly around their throat, yanking them up so their back is flushed against his chest and they sink further down onto his length. his deep voice is heavily modulated from the mask he wears as he leans in close into their ear. "once this p.ussy is a little more broken in, we can really start..."

#sinnersaintz #not me replying to all of your opens #we literally have alise and sebastian and now a'ki

the moment she met his gaze, something called her to him. something deeper than just curiosity. he wasn’t like her, he was from another world entirely yet somehow, fate had tied their paths into one. perched on his lap, her heart raced as she clung to him, voice barely above a whisper. "slowly… please. i don’t want this to be the only time we have."

bitelove

open: f/nb 25+.

plot: cute apocalyptic threesome (or foursome, if you also want to add a guy or another girl). our muses have been traveling together and only recently found a safe lodge that fox has been repairing for them to stay in.

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although she couldn't chop firewood like fox could or cook like the other woman could, defne wasn't completely helpless. her talent for sewing proved beneficial in repairing clothes and stitching wounds. but her main hobby was soap making. something that became important when they found out the lake by their safe house was uncontaminated, allowing them to bathe freely in its waters. defne can't remember the last time she wasn't covered in grime. so as she as she is on the beach, she strips down completely and wades into the water. with a bar of her handmade soap, she starts scrubbing at the dirt along her skin. a smile appears on her face when she notices the other woman follow her actions and she quickly stands to approach her. "here, let me help you." she takes the soap and starts scrubbing at the other woman's skin, the bar gliding smoothly along her body. suds appear and defne uses her free hand to further spread them around, taking into her hand one of the other woman's delicate curves. she's nearly about to lean in to kiss her, but out of the corner of her eye, she spots fox in the distance and instead casts him a wide grin. "don't just stand there and watch, fox. come join us!"