#sintsgi

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.

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. ”

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   !   ”

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.

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.

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.

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 —

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