Taking a stroll in the garden on a warm night in late summer, silk night robe your only barrier from the night air, moonlight casting a pale glow on the hedges and flowers
Faint but alluring music drifts in the air, you feel compelled to find the source of the enchanting sound
Finding an unkept corner of the garden: an arbor covered in ancient grape vines, fruit dangling in the moonlight
Seated upon a stump in the arbor, a Satyr, playing their beguiling music from a set of pipes at their lips, while another pipe grew in their lap. Your unclad cunt trembling under your robe
Horns twisted back over furred ears and a mess of curly hair, skin bared on their upper half, a line of dark hair on their soft belly led to a lower half of goat legs and a large erect cock with a thick head emerging from a furred sheath at the groin
The Satyr spoke, in a voice like honeyed wine drunk to excess
"Something in the night air is... pleasing... is it not?" They chuckle at your wordless nod "Come, join me"
Sitting in the only place available, their lap. Their throbbing cock pressed hot against your back, straddling their thigh, your juices soaking into their thick fur
Deftly peeling your robe from your body, the Satyr pinching your nipples, gripping your hip to grind you against them with one hand, continuing to play a gentle melody on their pipes with the other hand
The Satyr's grip adding pressure, your sensitive clit grinding against their thigh. As the music swells, so too does your pleasure until you climax, the Satyr's grip keeping your stimulated clit firmly against their leg as you cum
Their fingers reaching down, brushing your clit, stroking your wet folds, circling your begging cunt, working fingers deep inside you, 1, 2, 3
Pressure from their palm against your clit, fingers stroking those ecstatic places inside you, you come undone on their hand, their fingers dripping with your juices
Licking their own fingers, savoring your taste, "Oh I'll be coming back to that feast later... We'll taste divine together"
Groaning, lifting your hips to align with their leaking cock, rubbing the thick tip against your clit, slick precum mixing with your juices
Working in the tip, larger than you've ever taken before, relishing in how it stretches your needy cunt, inch by inch taking the massive shaft
The Satyr bottoming out, cock tip seated against your cervix, grabbing that delicious curve of your hips and bouncing you, drawing moans from your fluttering chest
Murmuring in your ear of revelry and debauchery as they take you deeply, stretching you, fingering your clit to rip orgasms out of you one right after the other
The Satyr nearing climax themselves, their thrusting more desperate, their cock begging your cunt for more
Turning to face them, your hands grasping horns for leverage, their gripped hands slamming their cock into your quivering cunt
The Satyr bleating as they flood you with their seed, thrusting deeply to fuck their cum deeper into you, holding you tight against them, bottomed out and fingering your clit, you cumming again on their cock, spasms milking out the last of their seed
Laying you down, the Satyr kisses their way down to your thighs, snuffling their nose into your wet folds, licking from your cum-soaked hole to your clit
"Yes, quite delicious together"
Spending hours eating you out, tasting your juices mixed with their seed, their tongue reaching to extract the seed they fucked so deeply into you, your hands gripping their horns to press their face harder against you
Returning to the garden, night after night, to visit your Satyr lover
vincent sinclair x fem!reader | nsfw |sub!vincent, lingerie, lots of praise!!
rat chat: vincent deserves to feel pretty and be railed. that’s this.
wherever your fingertips dragged along vincent’s skin, a blazing trail followed close behind. it didn’t burn or sting; it felt as though you were tracing lines of hot wax across his flesh. he felt, in some ways, like your canvas. the way you drew invisible patterns on him, and created faint etchings with your nails along his most sensitive spots, made him gasp and push further into your touch.
vincent felt pretty.
he felt a bit like a doll, all dressed up and laid out for display. you had picked out his outfit yourself. at first, he had been so nervous, and the only thing saving him from complete embarrassment was the fact his mask hid the red on his face. but, you spoke so sweetly, and praised him for his beauty, and your words turned his organs into ooze, and-
there was no point in thinking about it now. he had gotten himself into this predicament, and the further you worshipped his body, the less he believed this was a mistake. it wasn’t. you had reassured him of that the second the straps slipped over his shoulders.
“you look so pretty in your lingerie,” you purred from above him. the words wrapped around his throat, and squeezed out a soft sigh. he could feel your eyes roaming over him, taking in the sight. he donned a nice set, with a lacy bralette and matching panties. it was snug on his body, tight to the point his nipples raised bumps in the fabric barely covering his chest. his cock, tucked as far down into the panties as possible, still had it’s head poking out the waistband. it leaked drops onto his hip and back down his v-line, and twitched every time you grazed your fingers down his stomach. garters we’re attached, with bows adorning the middle of the strap that connected to the thigh-highs. they felt silky and soft, and hid the bit of hair that grew on his legs. he felt smooth, pure and shiny. for once he was dainty, like a flower.
your eyes trailed back up, gazing lovingly into his. he could feel his heart pounding hard in his chest, threatening to rip out and ruin the nice fabric. he had to remember to breathe.
“who’s my pretty boy?” you settled in between his legs. he felt his chest heating up, and turned away from you. your hands curled around the flesh of his thighs, and pulled them over your own legs, so he was partially in your lap. his crotch pressed into the plush of your stomach as you leaned forward, moving his face so he was looking up at you again. “hey, no running. answer me. who’s my pretty boy?”
a wave ran through vicent’s body, the blood now rushing from his head down to his cock. he could feel it twitch once again, rubbing lightly into his waist and smearing precum along his skin. he opened his mouth, trying to speak, but choked on his own words. he wasn’t good at talking, especially when in situations like this. you just watched as he squirmed under your amused eye, trying his hardest to say what he wanted.
if this was easier for him, he’d be chanting ‘me, me, I’m your pretty boy, i am’. it felt right. he, for once, was the muse. he was the model, and the art, and the statue posed elegantly in the museum. he was an exhibit, a display- but only for you. this was a private show. he wanted you to know that he knew his place.
he sputtered, gasping lightly when you pinched his chin between your pointer and thumb. you lifted it up, revealing his throat to you, and leaning in to press your mouth against the taut skin there. “c’mon, vincent, be my good little pet. speak.”
it felt as though someone had pressed down on his lungs, because a trembling whimper wheezed out. he swallowed thickly, finally managing to gather enough wit to say, “i-I’m… y-yours. I’m y-yours.” it was near silent, his voice hoarse from lack of use. but it was the best he could bring himself to do.
he could feel your lips curl into a satisfied smile. your hand went down his cheek and came to rest on his chest. his heart beat thumped heavy against your palm. your other hand, still clutching his thigh, dragged up his body to the bulge in his underwear.
“such a good boy, my good boy,” you praised, rubbing your thumb up the line of his shaft. he keened, back arching so he could press his torso further into your touch. he could feel the texture of the lace rubbing against his nipples, the growing sensitivity plaguing his body making him shudder at every small sensation. you responded by pinching the bud through his bralette, making him buck his hips.
“you’re so excitable today. is this too much for you?” you pulled away from your place in his neck. you examined his face. he was so happy his mask continued to protect him, because underneath his mouth was permanently open, hot breaths hitting the inside of the wax as his face shone with arousal. he knew his eyes didn’t hide how needy he was, but if there was any doubt, he shook his head to signal he was not, in fact, too overwhelmed.
he was at just the right amount, actually. his body was melting down into the bed, and his veins were filled with warm honey. he was in heaven. he wanted you to continue, to give him anything more.
like you were reading his mind, you tugged his panties down under his balls, and allowed his dick to flop up against his happy trail. the sudden freedom made him gasp in surprise. you positioned yourself so that you had full view and reach over him. one hand held his hip in place, while the other grasped at his cock, and began stroking.
vincent felt electricity surge up his body, and it showed as he suddenly thrust hard into your fist. he clutched at the blankets around him, finding little purchase, and instead just writhing against the bed. you were going too slow, but squeezing so tight around his shaft. you ran all the way down until your pinkie could dip and brush his balls, and then you’d move up to choke underneath his head, and swipe the precum off of his tip.
he moaned, coarse and rough, unpracticed. his head twisted to rest a cheek against the bed, eyes squeezing shut and mouth hanging open to allow freedom for his noises. they spilled out messy against the mattress. whimpers and whines, barely audible pleas that didn’t make sense; it all leaked out between panting breaths.
“you’re such a beauty, vinny. you’re so cute, moaning like that. you must feel real good, huh?” he nodded immediately at the question, adding a hard thrust up into your hand for emphasis. you giggled, the sound like acupuncture needles pinching into his nerves. it relaxed him, turned him to mush. “I’m glad. you deserve it. you deserve to feel good, and feel appreciated, and feel worshipped. all that nice stuff.”
you ceased your stroking. it was sudden enough that vincent choked out a loud whine, sitting up on his elbows. you tutted him, pushing him back down against the bed. “calm down,” you cooed, maneuvering yourself so that you sat over his legs. “i just wanna give you more. you want that, don’t you? you want more?” vincent nodded enthusiastically, his hands moving to hold your hips now. he squeezed, feeling your flesh move out between his fingers, and fill his palms. he wanted to smother himself in you.
while he was focused on finding a good handle on you, you raised your hips up above his own. your hand barely touched his cock as you guided his tip to your hole. it was when you slipped the head inside you, letting it barely pass by your lips, that vincent was once again ripped down to earth. without much thought, he pushed his hips all the way up into you, sheathing himself quick within your walls. it made you whimper in surprise, and he soaked up the sound, letting out his own moan of pleasure in response.
“you’ve been so good, vinny. fuck me. take what you want.” you leaned forward on your arms, stabilizing yourself before beginning to grind your hips back on the man below you. vincent’s own grip tightened on you, before he began to thrust up into your warmth.
he felt like a slut, but a pretty one for sure. the lace of his panties left imprints in the backs of your thighs, and as he fucked up into you, his garters jingled lightly against his legs. he couldn’t stop his hips from rutting into you, almost primal in the way he buried himself into you over and over.
you looked like a dream to him, taking him so well. you looked down at him with such adoration, it was like a heat lamp was focused on his face. he could feel the sweat beginning to stick to the surface of his skin, and the room filled with the sweet aroma of sex. he breathed it all in deep, memorizing his surroundings to use when he was alone and missing your embrace. he burned you into his vision, and every wet slap of his cock into your hole was committed to memory.
you let the weight of your body fall to one arm, bouncing back on his dick as your free hand found the middle string of his bra. you pulled it, tugging him up and to your chest. he quickly wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and pushing you back so you sat completely in his lap. for a moment, the thrusting stopped. you just sat, panting gently as he held your body close, the set of undergarments stamping intricate patterns into you both. you pressed your lips hard against his throat, opening them only to begin sucking and biting along the space there. he let his head fall back, beginning to whimper when your hips began to grind down into his cock.
he felt helpless. pleasure pulsed through every inch of his being, and the weight of you on top of him felt divine. it reassured him he was there, in the moment, and it wasn’t all some wet dream. your hands ran over his shoulders and tangled in his hair, and you pulled him flush against your body. where you began and he ended was a mystery. it felt right.
he leaned closer into you, guiding you down until you were laying against your back. he pushed your legs wide open, moving so that he could be as deep inside of you as possible. it was your turn to breathe a moan, eyes fluttering shut.
he watched you, mapping out every small detail of your body; every valley and hill, every bump and mark. he leaned over you, letting his hair fall around his neck and become curtains around his face. in this light, he looked like an angel, adorned in fine silks and innocent white fabric. but the sheen of sweat, and the red peeking down from his face spoke of only sin.
vincent braced himself, before beginning to fuck down into you. it was a quicker pace than previous, his patience running thin. he didn’t want to just tease himself anymore, he needed to be selfish. he wanted to be. he wanted to drown in your aura, to cover himself in you and everything you could give him.
your fingers looped into the garters, pulling his hips down into you with each thrust. even as he was towered over you, you found a way to hold him by the reigns. he felt so controlled. he was nothing but a doll, a silly little puppet to be played with and used. it was his rightful place.
he pumped into you, being guided by you even in this moment. he grunted with every thrust, his pace becoming sloppy and uneven as a knot tightened in his stomach. out of instinct, a hand flew down to your clit, and he began rubbing it with determination. you always came first, you were in charge, he was here to please you. oh, how he had changed- once so frightening, now nothing but a play thing.
you moaned, and the sound didn’t help his battle to hold back his orgasm. it filled his head with fog, and he let out desperate whimpers as he held himself back.
“you can cum, vinny, it’s okay. cum if you need to, okay?” your words, while reassuring, fell on deaf ears. he was focused, nothing would stray him from his goal. he readjusted himself, now angling perfectly so that he met your g-spot with every rut. he drank in the sounds you let out in response.
vincent continued his work, circling your clit with his thumb while bumping his head into that good spot inside you. the look in his eyes was feral, but filled with purpose.
he could barely breathe when you came on him. it happened so suddenly, with no warning to be had. you orgasmed, and your walls tightened and squeezed around his cock. he tried to keep his eyes open, tried to watch the beauty that was your climax, but he couldn’t. he came in an instant, doubling over your body and collapsing down into your chest. spurt after spurt of hot cum spilled into your cunt, filling it until semen spilled out around vincent’s cock. he shuddered, hiding his face in your collarbone, while his moans spilled shakily out of his mouth.
you stroked his hair, catching your own breath while he rode out his orgasm. it had been a wave for you both; starting high, crashing hard into him, and then pulling back out to the distance. he laid in the low tide, relaxing in the warmth.
“you did so well. you’re such good boy, and so cute too, even when you’re coming. who’s my pretty boy?” you hummed, patting his back gently. he breathed deep against your chest, laying fully against you now, letting his cock slip lazily from your hole. he wasn’t in a rush to clean up. he needed a moment to breathe anyways.
I’m sorry Greta, but if a masked man burst through the mirror and saved me from my abusive ex and started begging me to stay, I’m fucking him right there until his legs don’t work.
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Gn reader x Vincent☁️
Warnings: None
*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*
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The second he found out he was ecstatic! His partner was a artist to! Just when he thought his beautiful Y/N couldn’t get any better!
When your doing your makeup in front of the vanity in your bedroom he will peek in on you from the crack in your door to get tips for the makeup on his wax figures, but mostly because he loved watching you do something you were passionate about! He liked how happy you got when your makeup looked the way you wanted and how you would prance around the house showing off your wonderful art!
He goes through tourists bags all the time but now he pays extra attention to the beauty products so he has gifts to give you!
He loves when you do extravagant colourful looks they’re his favourite. He also absolutely loves glittery shadows the way they make your eyes pop has him completely mesmerized.
it takes him a bit but eventually He’ll build up the courage and come i to your room to ask you and help him do makeup on his wax figures since he knows how amazing you are!
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He makes his way out of the hatch connecting him to his ‘studio’ finding you in the living room. You could feel his presence making you look up from some random book you snagged off a tourist before bo and Vincent had their ways with them. “Y/N?” He signs. “Yes Vincent?” You ask putting the book you were reading down on the side table.
“Can i ask you something?” He asks sitting next to you.
“Of course! Whats on your mind?” You ask smiling sweetly.
“I know how good you are with makeup so i was wondering if you would help me with a few projects? Its alright if you dont want to i just think it would be nice to have someone who’s truly great at it use it on my art.”
He signs almost to quick for you to follow. You smile ear to ear he wanted your help! Not to mention he thought your makeup was so good that he would let you touch his figures without getting pissy. He was always protective with his art, but after a few tourists broke one of his favourite works he was even more protective of them.
“It would be my pleasure Vincent i would love to help you maybe i could even help you learn some?” He nods quickly smiling.
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I hope you all loved this as much as i did- i haven’t been able to stop thinking about this for a few days. Requests are open for anyone just make sure you read my introduction post first!!
as a goth and self taught makeup artist (i actually only do it on myself) i am so fucking flattered. i would love to help vincent. for real. it would be so sweet. i mean, him??? appreciating what i do? that would make me melt just like the wax in his studio. i love this man.
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