#sinnersaintz

[oflustwritten]

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?"

[dreamgrlevl]

closed starter for @sinnersaintz ft. nicomund

he doesn't announce his arrival, he fully expects that she'll know when he's stepped foot in her realm. she always does, it’s one of the things he likes about her. while he waits he lazily cleans the blood dripping from his forehead, the result of another tussle with his brother. nicomund doesn’t dare go back home to the missus in this state, not when his blood is still running hot and he needs an outlet. that’s why he’s here, visiting his dearest merry to sate the fire in his veins before he disappears into the night to return to his wife.

[dreamgrlevl]

Closed starter for @sinnersaintz feat. Belle

“hello, they said you asked for me personally…” her voice trails off when she sees the man, the door behind her sliding shut the only noise in the room for a long moment. the smile on her face dies, something buried deep in her memory drives stirring. “you’re not one of my regulars.” she says, scanning the room and noticing the tall robot just in the corner. it doesn’t alarm her, every room has one for security purposes…except when she looks a little closer she realizes it’s not one that belongs to the brothel. maybe this one’s new, she thinks to herself pushing past the uneasy feeling of knowledge just out of reach. “so, what is it that you’re into handsome?” she asks, going through the motions while her mind is busy trying to put together a puzzle she doesn’t have all the pieces too.

[hyggenights]

closed starter for @sinnersaintz continued from here.

a blink is what he offers initially at the sudden beverage to the face, tongue darting out to stroke along his lips, as if in an attempt to lap up the remnants. "oh, thank you." the hatter beams, as if genuinely thankful for the act. he was in a constant state of calm, which was made only the more excessive by the amount of tea he'd drank already that day. and how much he'd smoked with his other friends. his head tilts at the words, with the march hare clapping giddily, "ooh, a riddle. we love riddles!" he almost sing-sung. "we certainly do," the hatter added on for good measure. lips pursing and index finger pressing against them as he mused the words.

"hm. not a tail, nor a trap." the hare repeats, as if genuinely attempting to untangle the riddle. "a dog! dogs have tails and catch mice!" "no." the hatter hardly argues with a shake of his head. "dogs are generally nice....and loyal." he adds on for good measure, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to respond with. made even more 'natural' by the march hare's simple, hum of agreement. "well, what is it then?" he almost pouts, throwing their guest another look, eyes narrowing as if to inspect and read their soul. "it's cat, march hare. hello cheshire. how lovely of you to visit us." he raised his newly filled teacup, the recognition and bitterness of his tone not missed by anyone - even march hare.

[oflustwritten]

continued from › @sinnersaintz

she had been warned of their reputation, of how ruthless these pirates were to anyone unfortunate enough to cross their path. rae knew how dangerous sneaking onto their ship was, but if she managed to stay hidden until they reached their next port, she could have slipped off with a few of their treasures and lived comfortably for a while. now, locked away in their brig, the redhead could only hope that the worst fate that awaited her was starvation and nothing more sinister. hazel hues caught on the pale shimmer of the male’s skin in the moonlight, her breath hitching when her gaze dropped to the skeletal ridges of his hand. too thin. too sharp. too wrong. “what are you?”

[nosaintz]

@sinnersaintz, continued from here.

the horrid cries linger in the princess' ears long after eerie silence fell upon the conquered streets, while the stench of burnt flesh clings to her like a second skin. her stomach heaves and she bows low on her knees, fiery curls shielding a face drained of color, unable to confront the blackened remains littering the great hall. “ p- please… don't do this, ” lyra stammers, her voice cracking with the rawness of her fear. “ y- you won. the throne is yours now… you don't have to do this. ”

[wantcn]

& @sinnersaintz // liked for m.onster f.ucking starter!

THE MUSIC WAS LOUD, THE BASS POUNDING IN HER EARS as Anna stepped away from the main part of the club and towards the VIP arena. the brunette let out a small sigh of relief when the ruckuss of the drunk and horny people died down just slightly, making room for the quiet sophistication of the lounge. Anna stepped carefully around the tables set up facing the stage, one of the girls already twirling gracefully up on the platform around the metal pole, spinning her body to the rhythm of the music. the woman carried the drink to one of the clients, smiling all charming and polite when the man pulled her down into his lap instead. it was no unusual behaviour, more often than not the guests of the VIP area were allowed to do whatever they pleased. it meant having fun with the girls adn boys working at the estabilishment as well. "I thought you wanted a drink and a show, sir." Anna commented, chuckling as she felt his hardened manhood under her thigh. her hips moved, rocking just slightly, just enough to massage the swollen member through the very few layers of clothing separating them. the brunette did not not notice anything out of the ordinary about the man, especially not the way his gaze zeroed in on the small, barely noticeable cut across her neck where the zipper of her dress had nicked her skin and made it bleed. just slightly. just barely. "other clients will miss me, I had some other drinks to deliver as well."