#sintsgi

[lacivient]

@sintsgi   /   muffled moans into the crook of fox’s neck , arms looped up under his &. scratching at his back &. shoulder blades with each devilish roll of his hips. this is quite the different pace from silencing herself out of spite , perhaps driven by a more greedy &. wanting creature unraveling in blake’s bones due to a cunning trickster. she pants , she whines , pulls back ever slightly to graze fangs against ear &. jaw. ❛ t - trickster , please — harder , m - more. ❜   /   unscripted.

he really shouldn’t have been surprised by this eventual progression. vulpine never made a habit of underestimating people, but god, when people surprised him it tended to come from places he was least expecting. blake’s boldness had been one of those traits, three whole years with the memory of a voice so fleeting and scared only to find her once more with the drowsy little storm cloud following her turned to light, warmth the kind he’d barely felt emanate off her when they’d said their goodbyes, their “ stay safe for me’s. ” she really was like a poem, ever - flowing stanzas with a tempo she’d finally learned to grasp on her own, and he felt the confidence more than he could ever see it, in every staccato heartbeat and the tug of felid’s claw upon crimson strands. they’d become other ways to say “ i want you ” / “ i need you ” / “ please don’t let me go ” and held none of the emptiness that fox once accepted from bedmates in the dead of night.

vulpine had never been rough with her but he’d also never treated blake as some delicate, glass - like thing. the way she clawed into his back only spurred him on, the possession in the action prompting a throaty growl against nightshade’s ear.   ‘   blake.   ’   fox cooed, near mocking even on saccharine tonality as he slowed the tempo of his thrusts to torturous levels, but rolling his hips into her deeper each time, putting more force behind the action.   ‘   not enough for you this time   ?   ’   fox slipped his cock out long enough to hook two fingers into her heat, thumb adding pressure to her bundle of nerves and stroking over it as he felt for the way she reacted, wanting her to writhe under his touch.   ‘   but feel how wet y’ are. gonna have t’ repeat that a little louder for me, bright eyes.   ’   he focused on the sound of her breathing, pin - pointing the sound of pleasure as he slowly licked up the length of his middle finger, wet with her arousal. the other hand ran up the length of her thigh, seating the hand behind her knee so when he shifted forward her leg slung over his shoulder. briefly did he slide the head of his cock along her heat, mischief curling the corners of scarred lips before he shifted hips into her once more.

‘   how hard d’ you want it, baby girl ? all you gotta do is beg.   ’

[lacivient]

@sintsgi   /   @kintsgi   asked   /   ❛ trickster — ❜ pants , whines as blake shifts on the sheets with shoulder supporting scroll &. free hand down between her legs. it’s new for her to be doing these things , give her a break if she sounds more out of breath than usual. gulp. ❛ i miss you , baby. i miss your hands on me . . . your breath on my n — ❜ sharp comes the moan that cuts her off , audible &. shaky. ❛ s - stay safe for me ? ❜   /   unscripted.

vulpine should have anticipated that his chaotic ways would eventually come to bite him in the ass. this hadn’t been what he had in mind when he’d convinced blake to be bolder in her expression, though it wasn’t as if he was complaining either. fox had always been really good at rolling with the punches, but it was different when said punches were in person, and hadn’t come in the form of a mischievous cat intent on occupying all his stray thoughts. literally. that was the problem.

this was cruel, wasn’t it ? it felt cruel to leave him with such a tantalising message during the vacuoan night, meeting sunrise knowing that with the message’s aid and the replay of blake’s breathy panting he’d have no choice but to stroke himself off in the shower to take the edge off morning hardness. but it was more than that, it always was. there was more to his emotions than a flaring visceral desire brought on by the phantom memory of her touch, of blake’s rich laughter, and the addictive sound of her pleasure. this was longing the likes of which he’d never known before, the acceptance that he was, in fact, in a committed relationship with his girlfriend and she was taking advantage of how fuckin’ touch starved vulpine became without her. he wished to be mad, but as he leant forehead against the sandstone walls of the shower grinning to himself, he realised he was just as endeared as he was frustrated. after all, black cats could be tricksters too.

“ stay safe. ” oh the irony of it, coming from someone as sweet as she was dangerous.

many who knew fox were frustratingly aware of how solid, how unflappable he was, especially when it came to his formerly promiscuous nature. this longing wasn’t just a new revelation to fox, but unfortunately, the rest of his team too. twice it had happened during the mission when the grimm hunt was long and the intervals between them longer, mind straying back to the voicemail he’d memorised — with disturbing clarity to his teammates. he should have been more aware to close the mental channels, even if it had only been but a second of blake’s desperate panting. despite being unable to connect with their gazes, he actively avoided looking at them during their post - mission round of celebratory drinks, behaving in a way that none were too familiar with. fuck, his own medicine was hard to swallow, and yet he still couldn’t find himself to regret teasing blake using his semblance. who knew that it would backfire like this ? with fox dismissive, and flustered in front of his own teammates ?

awkward atmosphere culminated in an exasperated coco, who dug designer boot into fox’s shin and snapped, “ just call her back, alistair. ”

vulpine grin split roguish features in half, awkwardness dispelled in favour of a toothy grin, as he started jogging for the dorm room.   ‘   thanks, boss.   ’

[valiust]

                              @sintsgi   ›   14 for that number meme bc i am Not late.                                                                sensual meme.

there must be a tether that blake posses to lure him in without conscious thought. so easily did the felidae coax wolven boy into her touch, languid and loving, long since healed of toxin and yet dawn - lit might never notice, for he’d gladly fall any poisoned whimsy. blake has always been intoxicating, from first melodious laugh to the saccharine touch of their first kiss and jaune had since resigned himself for the perpetual addiction that was his moonlight, his nightshade, his heart. there had never been a moment since holy confessional that saint - like had not craved her, howled like wolf amongst celestial - blessed night, and yet lascivious desires had never really receded to such, not when some element of worship always laid with the sacrosanct touch of moonlight skin.

he cared little for the press of plaster to bare back, cold against molten skin alight with healthy rosen glow. palid flesh had been marked with a flourish of bites, tongue touched to sensitive skin coaxing hips to roll into her own, hands curling up against bare back and into midnight gossamer. all the while belladonna’s touch sent rippling bouts of bliss through jaune’s body, dextrous hand stroking slow and languid against hardening length. he shivered and whined, corned against the wall and yet there was no where else knight wished to be but under his lover’s touch, sky - touched hue fluttering as crown was pressed to the hardened surface and a choked out moan strangles forth from touch to velveteen underside, and then paid lovingly to sensitive tip. he uttered her name like a nervous prayer, adoration spilled forth in every shaking,   “   blake   ...   b - blake   ...   blake   !   ”

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[valiust]

@sintsgi​   ›   arch of back , shaking of thighs as the constant laves of dawn - lit’s tongue against wet heat. wan digits come to weave &. tangle within platinum tufts. ❛ j - jaune , that feels so good — ❜ mewls , nibbling ‘pon lower lip. ❛ g - good boy . . . ❜

it took some practice for knight to ask of this, even if blake said yes every time, without looking like a flustered school boy. he was at heart, some part of him would be no matter how much time passed, and how comfortable they became with one another’s bodies. he doesn’t want that excited trill to leave him anyway, the little surge of excitement whenever his moonlight looked at him like he was desirable. he wasn’t used to that, he might never be. to return her affections this way was a joy in itself, getting to hold and stroke along velveteen skin, listen to the wanton moans of blake’s pleasure, and taking continuous pride in that it was him doing these things. he could watch nightshade throw her head back in pleasure, bite at her lips upon continuous onslaught of bliss, and jaune could be content.

at least, emotionally he could be content. his body would forever betray him when it came down to it. though he was content there in the cradle of her thighs, arms wrapped under legs and with hands splayed out across her hip. a pillow rested under his own. wolven boy moaned against wanton heat, pulling his head away for just a moment to rest his head against her inner thigh, and grind his own against the cushion. he panted, but not at all from exhaustion, whining and shuddering as the endearment melts into him like warm honey, turning him into a complacent puddle of desire. wanton kisses were placed across hips, down once more until he was where he’d started, murmuring in ragged breaths saturated in adoration.   ‘   that’s all i want.   ’   for you to feel good.

[valiust]

even the morning after is blake swathed in afterglow , aided from sun beams peaking through the curtains , illuminating the curves not hidden by blankets. groggy moan as she rises , inching closer to jaune’s chest &. resting leg on bare hip. nuzzle of scruffy jawline with nose &. a purr is resonating in the back of throat. she’s spoiled , not used to someone being there after sex. ❛ mn ... time to wake up , lover boy. ❜

you smell like light. consciousness greeted him with a tender brush of angel wings, softness the likes of which he’d never known. it was so hard to believe that she had once been thorny, atropa, words that cut like knives and skill enough to back it up. still, in moments like these ones she was soft, and unguarded, reflection of who she’d been had the world not sunk their vicious claws into blooming moonflower, who she could be come moments of peace and tranquility like this. he was content to lay there moments, years, eternities later so long as blake could remain soft and happy in his arms. jaune could feel more than hear the contented rumble in his throat, like if euphoria was made a living, breathing sound, and he couldn’t help but sigh out bliss, lips curling as he buries his face into the top of lavender scented crown. has dawn ever felt this happy before ? it felt like ever moment with her was a new joy incomparable to the last.

wolven boy was soft and docile in moments like this one, in the wake of loving union, praying to blake’s form with all the passion of a devout worshipper. just being near her fills him with a light she didn’t even know she had, the cosmic possibility of stars, the brilliance of moonlight. calloused hands, strong arms come to wrap ‘round her waist and draw nightshade in closer ‘til they press chest to chest, where he could feel her heartbeat against his skin. when gentle sky hue opened, it’s to silky strands of night, lighter in the sun like the shade of sky before dawn. his tail sways gently from side to side, now uncovered by the sheets. comical groan, nuzzling in her hair again so as to muse messy black tresses even further.   ‘   do we have to ? we can’t stay like this a little more ?   ’   one of the hands around her waist trails down, tracing nonsensical little patterns down her spine, just to feel velveteen softness under his touch.   ‘   stay with me, mon amour.   ’   @sintsgi

[covetsd]

he’s almost won this round , though with a final burst of strength blake finds herself sitting pretty atop fox’s form ; bare thighs straddling his hips &. her own slowly rolling against him. it’s hot , but the lack of clothing &. setting sun soothes the warmth. for now. ❛ you talk way too much sometimes. ❜ she jests , fingers ghosting over abs &. flush coming to cheeks. ❛ fox , i — i want you. ❜ &. there goes her secure spot on top.                                                       @sintsgi   :   unscripted.

vacuoans had fun names for natural phenomena. misery’s kiss, sunstroke. lasting regret, food poisoning. sudden demise, sinkholes. they had a name for miracles too despite their overwhelming cynicism, and one of fox’s favourites had always been the name bestowed flowers that could survive in the desert ; angel tears. as if only a drop from the heavens could have mercy on this resilient plant. it was such a welcome change from the desert wastes, and as damn near rare a sight as rain. fox had only found angel tears once in his life, happening upon them some curious night. he hadn’t been able to dissociate blake from those curious flowers. it was the scent, almost the same, some subspecies of plant that had somehow found its way into his life the same way she did. from fox’s crown investigations to the ruthlessness of grimm missions, visits to recuperate in the oasis had been few and far between. he could barely remember the layout of his shade dorm, and yet had spent more time in his room with nightshade for company than he had in months. and belladonna had been such a welcome change too. for all the damnation she placed upon herself, no matter the awful machinations she believed engrained into her bones, since leaving her that night in beacon he had never thought of her as anything but a gift.

vulpes back hit the bed with a resounding thud, something akin to surprise flitting across expressionism. he hadn’t been expecting that. blake had a fantastic way to keep surprising him. he normally liked it to be the other way around, and though fox craved the familiar there was always something enticing about the unknown, about believing he was three steps ahead only to be shown up at the last second. blake had always fascinated him this way. flush dusted against chiselled features as he stared up in the direction of her pants, for a moment in awe to be in the presence of an absolute blessing. he’d had no idea either, what he was chasing when he’d followed in her aura - swathed footsteps all those years ago.

‘   ah,   i’d shut up if you didn’t like it,   bright eyes,   but i know you do.   ’   vulpes made a point to growl, raspy tonality that sleepy - worn drawl at it’s most enticing, burnt honeycomb on lips starved for it. hands tightened on sweetheart hips as he met each wanton roll with one of his own, hands trailing up, up, to palm and stroke over silver - adorned nipples.   ‘   i can tell when i have you like this.   ’   he aimed to get her shaking, coming up to sit as a hand wandered to her back, supporting it as fox leant forward to trail scarred lips across chest and sternum, feeling for the rhythmic thump, thump.   ‘   —   when i can hear and feel the way you shiver and moan.   y’ really think i’m gonna stop talking when i can hear how worked up y’ are   ?   ’   free hand slid down from her chest, moving down to palm over heat and rub teasingly against her slit with devilish fingers. the other lingering near her back clawed down to the base of blake’s spine the way trickster had learned drove her wild.   ‘   want me to stop   ?   i will when you stop makin’ cute sounds,   pretty girl.   how much o’ this ‘s turning you on   ?   ’   fox had always had a feeling her voice would sound rapturous. he tended to be right.

[valiust]

she’s not sure where jaune went off to , but it seems to matter little as blake sprawls out among the blankets , arm just barely over bare chest &. snapshot taken. ‘ it’s cold without you here , lover boy. hurry back to me ? ‘ &. sent ! could he be in public ? who knows , too late to truly know now.                                                                    @sintsgi​.

jaune rose with the sun, circadian rhythm dictated an early morning start as it had since he was young. it hadn’t really factored in the want to lie beside nocturnal beauty for as long as feasibly possible, and even then jaune had spent far too long already with her head upon his chest and carding through strands of gossamer, silky little rivulets of midnight. he’d easily gotten lost in the gentle cadence of her breathing, fantasised even now, amidst the pouring rain of the nearby marketplace how nice it was to just watch blake at peace. blake was beautiful all the time, even when she should have terrified him but, she was enchanting when she was happy. donning a bag of groceries in one hand, he shuffled for his scroll in the other, waiting in line for a morning coffee via mobile barista. well, mocha. he never had adapted to a completely bitter brew. and jaune had always been known for his ability to adapt too ; strategies, to an environment, to situations. he never thought that would be so applicable to his girlfriend. ah, that was a nice thought. girlfriend. a girlfriend sending him nudes ...

wait —

sky hue fell to the open message once more as his brain compartmentalised what he was seeing, eyes widening as embarrassment painted fair palour bright pink. skittish alarm made fingers slip on the device, falling into a puddle with a wet clatter, and alarming the other patrons in line. sheepish apologies followed. it honestly should have been enough to extinguish any lascivious thoughts clinging, but it didn’t. coffee could wait, he was more than awake enough to make the trek back even despite the pouring rain. upon return he quickly discarded groceries in the kitchen, moving to confront nightshade and still finding himself shellshocked by the beauty revelling in taunting this poor fool’s heart.   ‘   i uh ...   ’   a hand carded through rain - soaked hair, slicking it back as jaune shed his jacket.   ‘   won’t be of much help warming you up like this, huh ?   ’   countenance flushed over once more, bashful eyes instinctively looking away despite having seen blake in bare state multiple times. it was partially because he’d been raised a gentleman, and taught not to stare lecherously even when invited, but mostly due to awkward mannerisms and the worked up state he’d been in ever since she’s sent the picture.   ‘   i’m gonna take a shower ... d - do you want to join me ?   ’

[covetsd]

@yifftsgi​   >   sits on his face. that’s it , that’s the post.

he could still remember a time when she’d avoided fox maw by any means even if, in actuality, it made aura - cloaked footsteps easier to find. he hadn’t been particularly loud, but fox had been more than silence, especially once she’d come to allow him to communicate telepathically. who would know that the most effective way to shut fox up would eventually be nullified ? it most definitely took more concentration then fox was used to, but for someone as stubborn and ambitious as vulpes then this was no trouble at all. besides, blake had been the only bedmate in a very long time who knew about his semblance.

strong arms came up to hold sweetheart hips down at the waist while devilish tongue laved up warm slit, pressing flat of tongue against sensitive bundle of nerves and revelling in nightshade’s rich moans of pleasure. every squirm, pivot, and torque of blake’s body was a reward in and of itself but none moreso than the honeyed tones of pleasure.   <   baby.   > fox’s telepathic message was less coherent and felt more like a verbal caress against blake’s mind, projecting the next set of words as an undercurrent of want while fox continued his ministrations. <   sound so pretty the way you fuck yourself on my tongue, panting and wet for it. love feeling you squirm and writhe and whine for it like a good girl.   >