tags. dom top! reader, sub male character. sadistic!reader, naïve!character. dacryphilia, yandere/possessive behaviour, rough sex, ownership, objectification, praise kink.
in which you slow it down . . . and make it bouncy.
the sweat makes it hard to grip onto your bare shoulders, your skin hot and sticky under his touch, but he needs the leverage if he’s going to survive this. he cries out, loud and needy, the iron clasp you have on his waist making it impossible to escape the storm of pleasure that forces its way in with every single thrust.
“my beautiful, sweet boy. taking me so well.” you’re kissing every inch of his face, purple hickeys blooming all over his neck, carelessly pressing bruises into his battered body and marking him up like territory. “you were made for me, pretty doll. don’t you see? you were made so i could fit inside you.”
and there you go again, purring honey into his ear, low-spoken words stained with heat and sin. he doesn’t know what you’re saying, he doesn’t care what. just knows you’re using him like he’s some sort of human-sized fleshlight, sturdy palms pushing and pulling at him like he’s a piece of dough, like this is a fucking pottery class you’re attending and not sex. he sobs loudly, tears dribbling down his cheeks in big fat globs and you’re not even giving him time to catch his breath before he’s being lifted again.
one thing he’s learnt is that the emptiness never lasts long. he doesn’t even dare breathe. only whispers the numbers under his breath like you’ve told him to. one . . . two . . . and three.
and just as promised, your cock slides into him like a bull charging into a ring, penetrating him like it belongs inside; finally nestled in his sloppy, ruined hole like you have the right to call him home. it almost hurts when the tender meat of his ass bounces hard on the front of your thighs, and you only laugh when he cries harder.
he sniffles and whines out ‘you meanie!’ before burying his face into your chest, but it’s hardly a protest. after all, you’re the only one that can take care of his body like this, and you’re the only one who ever will.
to repay you for your kindness, he’ll gladly take on any punishment you give him. just like the good, sweet boy you tell him he is.
YOU GET IT. MATTHEW MURDOCK IS A BOTTOM. A BOTTOM. we need him sluttier I swear....
Roommate! Matt who habitually walks around in your shared apartment adorned with just your hoodie and his boxers. It’s meant to tease you—to tempt you into touching him. Sometimes, he’d go out of his way to wear one of your shirts and nothing else. His strong, plump thighs would tense up whenever you’re close to him, and he’ll grin the moment he feels your stare. His backside would peak under the material too, and occasionally, his half-hard cock would strain under the fabric that belonged to you.
It’s not like he can help himself. Your items, specifically your clothing, bear your heady, mesmerizing scent, and you smell really good. You can’t expect him to go on ignoring that.
Roommate! Matt who habitually and consensually tugs the waistband of your pants down, especially when you’re trying to focus on something. Don’t blame him, he just needs your cock inside of him too much to the point that you’re fucking him a little more than half of the time you’re with him.
He particularly likes the feeling of his greedy hole swallowing the girth of your cock, his arms curling around your neck. Matt will deliberately clench around you when you don’t look or touch him for a while when he’s cockwarming you, just to get you to pay at least a fraction of your attention to him. If you do get somewhat pissed at him for distracting you, he’ll pepper sweet kisses all over your face as an apology.
cw : MDNI - , sub Lestat, top male reader, dom male reader, sub Louis, slight service bot Louis, nsfw, birthday sex, mentions of blood, soft dom male reader, marking, heavy biting, fang play, poly, slight brat taming, slight internalized homophobia, awakening, threesome, iwtv movie, Louis is a brooding baby, as always, brat Lestat, Brad Pitt Louis, Tom Cruise Lestat, not proof read, anon request, wc: 4.8k.
Thinking of how the two vampires who've adored you for over a year are now ready to claim you as theirs only. How they can't stand the idea of being away from you any longer.
How they'd get on a bended knee for you, that behind closed doors the power switch was immense. How someone as cocky as a peacock suddenly becomes as domesticated as a house pet.
But you didn't just serve them. They served you. They loved you, and they wanted to grant you more of that obsessive love on your special day.
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After cleaning the main lounge, you found yourself ready to retire to your quarters for the night. It was odd at the start, to now serve two men who’d claimed to be new owners of the estate and to finally be working inside the home instead of outside of it. You were just a simple gardener who tended to the Lord's yard whenever he asked. You were paid less than most of the staff — no matter the color of your skin or where you originated from — but it was the only task anyone would grant you, even though you were more than capable of doing more.
Much more.
The last thing you'd expected was to suddenly find yourself ambushed by a well dressed blonde nobleman one night. He had a certain charm that swooned you immediately, though he was just as surprised when you retaliated — amusing him so.
But you were unaware that you were nothing but prey in the eyes of the nightly hunter.
He was more intrigued by your presence than most he'd encountered during his nightly prowls. He captured your attention for most of the night before disappearing with a promise of meeting you again, and the next day, the original Lord and Lady of the house seemed to disappear without much of a trace.
It was only the next night that Lestat informed all servants and workers that the Lord of the house handed it to him while the two went away for a while, not to return for a season or two. In some ways, you were not as alarmed as others were from the sudden news.
It was only then that you'd been visited nightly by the new Lord, Lestat de Lioncourt. Even though you found it odd how he only visited you in the gardens during the nighttime, it was comforting to have someone spend time with you, shamelessly at that. For another man to spend time with one another in such a way — in that day and age — you'd be ridiculed or worse. Far worse.
It was only later that you’d found yourself introduced to the second new lord of the house, Louis de Pointe du Lac. He was rather standoffish around Lestat, as if he was simply tolerating to be around his blonde companion rather than enjoying his company. Everytime you happened to see him during the night, the brunette was brooding somewhere in the garden or isolating himself within the house. As if he couldn't stand to be around people.
Slowly but surely, you surprised the brunette — just as much as he was surprised Lestat kept you around. Every night you'd find yourself trying to get in good graces with Louis, from bouquets of flowers to small notes you'd write on parchment.
Unfortunately, he wasn't as willing to spend time with you as Lestat was. His companion simply stated the man was too busy mourning a previous life, had been for quite a while.
What he didn't explain was that the previous life in question was Louis’ own.
Lestat de Lioncourt — the man who could talk his way in and out of both heaven and hell if he wanted to. The man who had you wound tightly around his finger. You'd long since waved away the thought of never seeing the two men in the daylight hours, just as no other servant had, deterring them. But what seemed to confuse you most was why blonde individual seemed so intrigued with you alone.
Some nights he'd be away with Louis, sometimes leaving out without him — either way — he'd always make time for you. Whether that was to dine in the house, dance with you out in the yard, or even playing you a musical tenure he stated he learned some years ago, he was almost attached to the him with you.
It wasn't until he'd lead you inside and to his own private quarters that it was revealed to you what he truly was. A man who's only seen at night, whose words are like sultry whispers that wrap around your mind, who sleeps in a coffin of all places.
A vampire.
The night you'd indulged in the sinful desire, laying with Lestat as you were seduced into bed with him, you were both left in a daze of emotions. A buzzing high you'd never experienced lingered within you as you took the vampire that night, and in return it made him desire your presence even more.
Your blood was indescribable, but at the same time, the most alluring he'd had come across in some time, even within the bliss of the night. It was almost too much to resist the first time he'd fed from you.
Now Louis, Louis was a much harder catch. Of course Lestat flaunted how great you were, how much of a flame you were to him compared to the harlots he'd normally pick up — though in no way was he calling you that or lowering you to those standards. Even teased the thought of having you as an additional companion.
That scared Louis to wits end. He didn't want anyone else to have to suffer a fate similar to his own.
Though when you stopped leaving him flowers, notes, letters, he seemed to almost yearn for that attention back. Lestat and himself didn't exactly click, only in certain moments, but otherwise they were as different as black and white. He'd take quiet strolls in the garden some nights when Lestat was gone, leaving Louis to feed on whatever doves or rats he wanted to feast on. But instead, he watched you from afar, admiring you in the darkness.
He was one to leer and loom around, watching as you delicately handled all the flowers that bloomed, shaping and trimming the hedges, and by God he adored hearing you sing to yourself. Sometimes it was a hum of a tune he didn't recognize, sometimes it was simply a melody you'd made up yourself.
He was completely entranced with you. But he wasn't as sneaky as he thought to be, which is why you left little clues. Single roses in the gazebo that sat in the yard, folded sheets of loving words hidden in the bushes — you knew he appreciated them. The smile on his face said it all, even it was the smallest of gestures.
And you had to admit, Louis looked much better with a something other than the depressing look he carried around. At one point or another, you assumed they may have gotten tired of you and were simply going to make you disappear like the other servants of the house did. Just as the previous Lord and lady of the house did.
Yet here you are, a year later, still taking care of the garden as well as the house, all while maintaining a relationship with the two vampires. You were being paid handsomely — even though you were one of the few servants still left — ate at the table, and even had your own sleeping quarters inside the house rather than in the slums of the city.
You couldn't ask for a more perfect life especially with the attention you'd gained from the two men.
But what you least expected was a sudden barrage of gifts at your bedroom door.
You blinked a few times to make sure that you weren't just seeing things, but there were in fact gifts, from a beautiful bouquet of roses, to divine chocolates that you'd only be able to get overseas. The gesture was sweet and all, but you couldn't understand why it was at your door this time of night. Wouldn't it have made sense for whoever to have given them to you by hand?
“Odd…” Bundling the gifts into your arms, your was then hand fixated itself on the door handle before twisting and pushing it open. It was only then that you were even more confused with the assortment or rose petals leading up to your bed. There were candles decorated throughout the room, settled on the dressers and seals within the room. You barely caught that your sheets and covers were replaced with what looked like silk instead of your normal cotton sheets.
“Bonsoir ma chéri!” You felt someone drape onto your body, purring against your neck by the time you had two feet in the door. The accented voice was a dead giveaway to who'd invaded your quarters, though you were still befuddled.
You'd done nothing in recent times that would cause this sort of extension of affection — other than perhaps granting Lestat the pleasure of taking him while in his coffin.
“Monsieur Lestat?” You turned your head towards him in order to question what the meaning of the gifts were, but your voice was silenced by the feeling of his lips against yours. His fangs gently poked against your bottom lip, and tilting your head, you'd done due diligence to deepen the kiss. Your tongue played to gain access to the other's mouth before the vampire suddenly pulled away.
“Ah, you know how I feel about that toi ma douce. We're rather far from formalities, oui?” Lestat seemed to tilt your chin to his own height as he spoke, all before closing the door and sauntering his way into the room and effortlessly sitting on the edge of the bed. By the time you'd made your way into the rest of your room, settling the gifts on a vacant space, you turned and noticed Louis.
He was draped against the loveseat that sat some distance away from your own bed. His piercing, alluring eyes peered at you from afar before they shifted to the glass of red that was held between his hands, babying it as Lestat continued to speak to you.
“Do you like it mon cher? It was all planned for you! I know you barely come up to your room after you've gotten ready for the day, tu es un homme si travailleur, but it was the perfect time to assess your room before you come back. It didn’t take much to get inside without peeping eyes.” Lestat was right when it came to your schedule, working till late to make sure the house was in the best shape, all before coming to your room to rest or letting Lestat drink from you when he wasn't in the best of moods.
“I appreciate the gesture, but…I don't quite understand — why? I-I haven't done anything out of the ordinary lately, nothin’ that ain't what I normally do.” You watched as Lestats' brows furrowed and he looked over at Louis, the other looking right back as if he was a lost puppy.
The blonde gestured towards yourself as he spoke to his companion that laid across the room. “Louis, you said that it was today, did you not?”
“It is today, I made sure of it Lestat,” he replied reassuringly, only for the two to glance over towards your form, watching the clueless expression on your face.
“What…exactly is today?”
Standing to his feet almost immediately, Lestat grinned and strutted over till he was pressed against your body, holding your face with a fanged grin on his lips. “My hardworking charmeur, it is the day of your birth! If I remember correctly, you spoke of it being around this time of the year…unless you misspoke.”
It was only then that the dots connected all at once. You hadn't truly celebrated your birthday in years, not like much of the staff did unless they had families to go to and days off. Unfortunately for yourself, you had no family left to celebrate the day you were brought into the world.
“No, no — you’re correct! I just…I ain't ever see no reason to celebrate it. Haven't thought about it since I was younger…” Your eyes drifted over to Louis to see if he had any input, but he seemed as quiet as ever. At least he wasn’t acting like a brooding mess like normal. “Though I appreciate the gesture, of course.”
“Oh, it was just as much of Louis' ideas as it was mine! He practically begged for everything to be perfect for you mon cher, isn't that right Louis!” Lestat teased and called out the man from across the room before turning his attention back to you. “Of course I contributed to such efforts to make this night one that you would remember, pour toujours!” Guiding you towards the bed, he watched as you'd sat against the edge and looked rather unsure of yourself.
“Mons—er...Lestat, I haven't even gotten out of my work uniform. I didn't expect such a gesture today, not at all, but I do appreciate it.” Just as you began to unbutton the black vest over your dress shirt, Lestat crawled into your lap, straddling you and removing your hands before ripping your vest open, popping a few buttons off completely.
“Well, you can show your appreciation towards us tonight. As always, you never disappoint, not as far as I know.” Lestats' last words were drawn out as he dragged his hand down your stomach and down to the crotch of your pants, feeling the half chubbed appendage that appeared due to his sudden spur of boldness.
It was only then that you looked over to see Louis almost clenching his jaw while watching on, privy to the fact that Lestat would be laying with you again. Unfortunately, you were not the only one to notice Louis' sudden expression.
With a sharp grin, Lestat then slowly ripped your white dress shirt before looking towards his companion. “Isn't this what you were hoping for Louis? To surprise our darling on his special day? Oh — oh,” he gasped in feign surprise. “Don't tell me you've gotten shy all of a sudden, that doesn't much seem like your style, wouldn't you agree?”
Seeing as Lestat always liked to pick a fight with Louis, you took matters into your own hands. With your hands gripped around his waist, you practically rolled to pin Lestat down to the bed, silencing him with your own mouth on his. “If this is my birthday present, I'd rather you use that mouth for the better…’oui’?” You quoted, muttering such words with the little space he granted you before crashing his lips into yours again.
And just like that, you were straddling over Lestats' body and now attacking his throat. His eyes rolled back with each harsh bite and nip you placed up on his skin. The blonde fumbled to practically tear off the rest of your dress shirt from your arms before throwing it in the corner of the room and leaving you bare chested.
Even as you were mentally drawing out that you were exhausted after working all day, you could never resist Lestat. He was like a drug you couldn't get away from.
The vampire rolled his hips out to your with a half baked whine as he grew somewhat impatient with the fact that you had foreplay in mind. He understood why you were so gentle with him, but even as a vampire he'd informed you that he could take much more than normal.
“Louis, are you going to just sit there all night? Like a dormant animal and continue to stare?” Lestat was definitely looking at Louis out of spite, seeing as the man refused to move from the loveseat since the two of you started. “Ah, à moins que je me trompe, is this what gets you going,” he asked, letting out labored breaths as you assaulted his neck. “Watching? Mmmh…waiting in the winds and wishing you were in my place while you sit idly by?”
It was only then that Lestat cried out, feeling your teeth bite down against the flesh between the crook of his neck, much harsher than you'd normally be. “Stop be’n so rude Les…if he don't wanna join, you ain't gotta mess with him,” you muttered out, grabbing his jaw to gain some sort of control.
And Lord did he love when you got this way.
Before he could let out another snarky remark, you locked his lips in a heated, hungry kills, as if you'd been craving him all week. Lestat found one hand against the back of your head and the other trying to find its way into your pants.
Louis on the other hand seemed surprised to hear you put the blonde in his place so quickly. Not only that, but you weren't forcing him to join in the activity, even though there was a wave of arousal that overwhelmed him the moment you looked back at him with such lust in your eyes. So strong he could practically feel it radiating off your skin.
Slowly but surely, he'd made his way off the couch and crept over towards the bed, his eyes staring at the claw marks that adorned your back, most healed from various times, some as fresh as a day ago. He couldn't help himself from reaching out, gently brushing his finger tips against your warm skin, watching in awe as your back flexed into his touch while keeping your lips locked with Lestats'.
It was only after you pulled away that your eyes locked on his curious gaze. It was almost as if he was shy in some way, or maybe he just didn't like the idea of Lestat seeing him in such a state. Reaching your hand out, you touched against the top of Louis’ before looking up to him. “You don't have to be a part of this if you don't want to. It ain't right to make you do something you don't wanna be a part of. After all, you ain't make me do anything that I wasn't comfortable wi—”
Your rambling was cut short as Louis pressed his own lips tenderly against yours, his nose nudging against the side of your own as he kissed the side of your lips. He peppered small kisses in which you retaliated and gave him just as many before you two were locked in a more needy kiss.
By the time he'd pulled away, it was slow, just as his kisses were tender. His eyes scanned your face for some type of rejection, just as yours searched his for any sort of stress indicator. “I want this,” Louis started, that low solemn tone of his occupying the now quiet room. “I just didn't know how to express it to you.”
Grinning, you'd brought his hand up to your lips before kissing against his knuckles. “We can take our time, Les won't mind.”
“C'est si audacieux de votre part de prétendre, you do know that I am right here.” Lestat wasn't the least bit impressed, but his back arched the moment you used your other unoccupied hand to grip against his blonde wavy locks before yanking them back.
“I know you're here Lestat, I didn't go blind. But I know how you are.” You fisted into his blonde hair even more before biting near his Adam's apple, drawing out a guttural moan that shocked even Louis.
The brunette would admit it, but the way you went from your normal ‘happy to serve” attitude to this more dominant persona, putting Lestat in his place as well? He could practically feel himself pitching a tent at the sudden change of time you took between the two vampires.
It was even more shocking that Lestat was allowing someone like yourself — someone who was simply a human compared to the monstrous beings the two were — to work him up as so. Not that Louis was complaining, he quite enjoyed it.
“This is for me, correct? A birthday surprise? I assume you'd let me enjoy myself Les,” you purred against his marked up throat. In the next few moments, there was a flurry of clothes thrown onto the floor before both Lestat and yourself were completely nude. Your own erection practically overwhelming the vampires — though his own was just a bit above average and aching to be handled.
Louis had unbuttoned his blouse and stripped it off his own shoulders, but he seemed almost out of place. There was only so much he'd been experienced with, especially with women. After all, he had a child and a wife at one point in time, but this was different. Yes, there was a point in time were Louis fell victim to Lestats' alluring words of nightly pleasures, seeing as being his immortal companion had it perks.
But the clash between his humanity and Lestats' lack of it made the two repel each other.
You however, might just be the key to keeping their bond.
Hearing your name get called, your head lifted from assaulting the vampires neck again, looking over at Louis for him to continue. His quite demeanor was normal for you, but to see this sudden shy side seemed to make you want him just as badly. “Are you sure this is…what you want? The both of us?”
“Of course? You two have treated me so kindly for so long. Who would have imagined I'd have such feelings like this. I'll admit, I didn't expect for you to jump me like that, but it was a pleasant surprise!” It wasn't everyday you had two vampires at your disposal, though you wished it was everyday.
“But…since I know Lestat can wait his turn, how about you let me take care of you Louis?”
Thus leading you here, to a fucked out Lestat and an even more disoriented Louis in your lap.
You could feel yourself slowly tiring between treating the two vampiric beings who had enough energy to extend throughout the night. It was starting to seem like this was more of a gift to the both of them rather than yourself.
Your hips were starting to bruise but it didn't matter at that moment, not while Louis was practically drooling over you as his hips rolled against yours, feeling your bulbous tip grind against his prostate perfectly, back and forth. He moaned out your name like a montra, his own leaking tip ready to spill after his nth load.
“I..I know you two haven't went out tonight,” you stuttered out, trying to guide Louis to a slower speed, but it didn't seem as if he wanted to go any slower than the pace he set himself. “If you don't mind, you can take from me.” You knew that the two avoided your neck the entire time, and getting fed from one vampire was already a hard task.
But two?
“I..I won't—I can't,” Louis tried to argue, his mind as blank as parchment as he fucked himself onto your cock, dragging against his walls and nailing his prostate perfectly, causing him to crying out as he was steadily making his way towards another orgasms.
Lestats was laid out beside you, having had his fun and rather enjoying seeing Louis in such a distraught state. His ass was just as tainted red as the others, his body still buzzing from the aftermath and his cock standing as firm as it was before.
“Louis, it is his request! After all, we are to celebrate him! And don't forget our last surprise for them as well!” The blonde reached up to run his fingers up the nap of the other neck, threading them through Louis' hair before forcing them to face him. “I'm not asking for this Louis, nor am I demanding it. Our corbeau here has given us the pleasure. I imagine it is better than the rats…”
Louis whined out, trying his best to shake his head as he let out a garbled cry. “I..I don't wanna hurt him Lestat!”
Rolling your hips in sync with Louis’, you could feel his walls tightening up yet again, as if he was trying to milk you for all its worth. “Louis, I know you,” you cooed, hand now cupping part of his ass while the other grabbed the side of his thigh. “You wouldn't hurt me. I believe you have more control than that. Are you…going to deny me this-this one wish?”
Lestat released his grip on Louis before nuzzling his face into one side of your neck. He could tell Louis was fighting to succumb, but he also knew you were the only one out of the two of them that could persuade the “vegetarian”, to switch for one night. Before Lestat could get anything out, he felt your hand grab against his shaft, slick with his previous load.
Lestat groaned out as your hand enveloped his own cock, thumb rubbing across his leaking slit and slowly pumping him in a teasing fashion. It made his walls clench around nothing and his face hiding against the crook of your neck.
Louis found himself creeping towards the edge of his awaiting orgasm as he continued to ride you, hips stuttering at a hiccupping pace. “Gonna—gon’na cum, please, please—” He muttered your name like a prayer, feeling your hand guide his head down to your neck.
“Go ahead, I promise…I'll hold strong.” Having been fed on by Lestat before, it was easy to say that if too much was taken, you'd easily black out or die. But you weren't worried such a thing would happen, not with how good they'd been treating you. You could feel their labored breath against your throat, one contemplating to bite, the other ready to dine within seconds.
“Louis…” Lestat urged, feeling close to his own orgasm as well, your hand squeezing against his base which in turn made his hips thrust upwards.
The brunette whimpered a small apology to you as much as himself before he felt the familiar ache in his fangs. Both vampires could feel your heart racing as well as well as hear the flow of blood within your veins.
Your mouth opened to a short groan as you felt two sets of fangs pierce into your flesh almost simultaneously. It wasn't painful, in fact it nearly made your eyes roll back. Your hips thrusted harshly into Louis, feeling his let out a wet moan and spill over himself again, some landing on your own chest. Only then did you release inside of him, rutting into his ass with rapid wet ‘slaps’ behind them.
Lestat moaned against your throat as well, having to pull away the moment your blood landed on his tongue and slipped down his throat. He'd came just as hard into your hand, coating it in his release as you continued to pump him without stopping. A wave of ecstasy seemed to engulf all of you at once.
You could feel their lips against your throat and hearing them both drink from you was a new experience. As intimate as it was, to be cooing them both, you could feel yourself start to grow light headed. Your movement slowed and your words slurred as you called out, “Lo..Louis…Lestat…I…” As your eyes fluttered — struggling to stay open — the edges of your vision started to dot with darkness.
The thrumming of your heart seemed to slow tremendously, having raced from the adrenaline of sex and now slowing as it struggled to pump more blood throughout your system.
The world blurred, your lips parting to speak but the world around you seemed to go quiet. There was muffled arguing as you felt the warmth start to leave your body entirely. What sounded like Lestat scolding Louis and Louis yelling back made you huff out. As much as you wanted to stop them, you felt completely sapped of all your strength.
Suddenly, you felt a wetness against your lips, dripping down into your mouth as you were forced to swallow. Flesh was now pressed against your lips, a metallic taste flooding your taste buds, though the more you drank, the stronger you suddenly felt. It was to the point where you couldn't get enough, gripping into whoever's arm and holding it down against your mouth as you groaned towards the addicting taste.
The arm was then snatched away from you, now finding yourself laid back, eyes wide and staring up at the ceiling. Your skin buzzed and your heart throbbed as an unknown feeling came over you. It was as if you'd been underwater your entire life and suddenly you'd surfaced, and taken a breath of fresh air.
You felt anew.
Out of breath and exhausted, Lestat grinned before croaking out, “Happy Birthday, ma chéri.”
hey can we appreciate afab gojo for a minute.. dicks are great and all but can we focus on gojo with a pussy because he definitely sobs when you play with it. rub your fingers through his folds and brush against his clit every now and then and he’s whining like a fucking dog, his blue eyes shiny and glassy with tears.
and his hole? he’s so wet, you barely even need lube but when you do add it, your fingers are sliding right into him with no resistance, his cunt easily giving way for you to stretch him out enough to take your cock. the lewd noises coming from him ( and his cunt) sound good enough to play on repeat, and his pretty pussy, w his wetness smeared all over it, his clit all hard and flushed looks good enough to eat.
maybe you do, maybe you stick your face in between his legs, licking and sucking like your life depends on it, eating up his slick like its your favorite drink. lick above his hole or his clit while your fingers are thrusting inside of him and he’ll squirt all over your face with a loud whine thats close to being a squeal, his milky thighs closing on the sides of your head, and if youre not willing to suffocate there, are you even sane?
dont stop after he cums, he’s a good boy for you, and he’s willing to stay still as you devour him, because he knows you’re not only eating his pussy for his pleasure, but yours too. he’ll mumble a quiet “no more” and moan that its “too much” but you know he can take it, so you keep stretching him out and eating him up,, and only after the third time he cums into your mouth do you stop.
maybe you’ll fuck his cunt and tear a few more orgasms from him, making him squirt on your cock until he’s passing out or crawling away. maybe you’ll have him suck you off, bruising the back of his throat while listening to him choke and gurgle around it, struggling to take you.
its up to you, because he’ll do anything to please you.
PAIRING: Sanji x MALE! AMAB! READER, TOP READER/BOTTOM SANJI
MINORS DNI!
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Praise: Both giving and receiving, Sanji is a total sucker for praise
Sanji’s his favourite part of sex is the intimacy of it, and that means being able to worship his partner and vice versa. He overflows with loving praise and sweet words both in and out of the bedroom, but during sex it has a certain vulnerability to it as he lavishes you in affection using his lips, tongue, skilful fingers, and words
He’ll stroke your hair and cup your face while you give him head, whispering breathy praise about how good you’re making him feel, how perfect you look with your lips wrapped around his cock, how he’s gonna cum down your pretty throat so be a good boy and swallow it all for him
When you praise him he’s going to melt, gazing up at you with his lip caught between his teeth while a pink flush covers his cheeks. He finds it hard to accept praise to begin with, sometimes crying into your neck, othertimes cumming on the spot with a soft gasp and his hips twitching cutely.
Pet names he loves: Good boy, darling, my love, sweetheart, baby
Creampies: Sanji loves cum. He loves to come inside you, pulling out slightly to coat your hole in his release and watching it dribble out of you. And watching it drip down your thighs and over the marks he’s made there? It’s more than enough to get him rock hard again, teasing you gently before pushing back inside deep, hitting all your more sensitive spots before you’re seeing stars.
When he’s bottoming he wants you to finish inside him. Spread his pretty legs and push them back to his shoulders, making sure you come deep in him. He wants you to press your fingers into him when you’re done, making sure none of it spills out, or maybe using it to finger him to another orgasm.
Sometimes he’ll use a buttplug after your romp in the morning, making sure he’s ready for you at night.
Oral: The man is a GOD at giving head. The first time he went down on you, he had you cumming in under 4 minutes. It’s become one of his favourite things to do, especially with the way you pant his name and tug at his hair. He isn’t all that good at deepthroating, but he doesn’t need to with how fucking skilled that tongue is. He’s fine with face fucking if you want to, but is far more open to it when he’s feeling particularly subby.
69. He loves it, is a bit miffed he can’t see your face, but adores the feeling of your thick length twitching on his tongue or the way you groan into his own sex. He only wants this for prep, mind you, so once you’re/he’s stretched out enough, he’s up on his heels, kissing you, and slipping inside/guiding you to his entrance with a sly grin
Loves receiving too. Eat him out/suck him off through his underwear just to tease him, and make sure you hold his hips firm to the bed to stop him from bucking. When receiving he’s soft, constantly looking at you in awe. Generally prefers the fingers/mouth combo, even if he isn’t the one bottoming, and becomes a subby mess whenever you rim him.
Other Kinks Include: Aftercare, Somnophilia, Lingerie, Blindfolds, High Heels??, Cockwarming, subspace (on himself, sometimes he just really needs to let go)
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Sanji likes to take his time with his partner, riling them up throughout the day, picking them apart bit by bit until they’re both falling apart and then slowly making love.
With that being said, if you’re the one to initiate he’s down for a quickie as long as it’s not some place you’ll get caught- but not the kitchen because that place is sacred to him (you will definitely end up fucking in the kitchen). Because you’re on a ship and don’t have the most tactful crew sometimes quickies are all you have time for but he makes up for it by bringing you to the edge with his fingers and mouth as many times as you need before finally fucking you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
While not loud, he certainly doesn’t hold back his noises.
Sanji moans into you- your neck, chest, ear or mouth in between hot open-mouthed kisses. He pants and swears under his breath, but the closer he gets to orgasm the louder and whinier he becomes. He gasps out your name if you tease his sensitive nipples or clench/thrust particularly hard. Most of the noise he makes is praise as his fingers run through your hair and presses his forehead against yours- doing that to him, especially in the beginning of your relationship, and he just might start tearing up.
When subbing/bottoming, he lets out sweet whimpers and soft moans with every thrust and every soft kiss pressed to his neck. Once he’s come on your cock he gets loud, panting and gasping from overstimulation and moaning your name with his head shoved into the sheets. If he’s come hands free, he will scream your name after trembling and shaking through his orgasm- shove your fingers in his mouth and tell him to suck lest you attract any unwanted attention.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Sanji’s sex drive is above average, but it isn’t crazy high. Sometimes he has too much going on in his head and onboard to consider sex
He’s honestly content just to be in your company, and doesn’t need sex all that often- as long as he has you, he’s happy. Now, that being said, his sex drive is above average (when he isn’t being stressed out) and you can generally expect him to be down to do the dirty whenever you want. He gets bouts of massive horniness where he’ll wake you up with his head between your legs, moaning as he bobs sloppily up and down your length, coating it in saliva until it’s just wet enough to slip into his tight heat and start riding you.
tags. dom top! reader, sub amab character. feminization (afab terms used), pet names (housewife, good girl), riding, creampie, slight breeding kink.
thinking about a big, beefy man who absolutely loves it when you refer to his asshole as a cunt. you have no idea how long he’s dreamt of this, owning a fat, creamy pussy that gets aroused so easily, dripping wet around your girthy length.
call him your “pretty housewife”, or tease him about his huge tits while he bounces on your cock, and watch him shudder, eyes rolling to the back of his head. the first one always gets him. he’s always loved the idea of putting together a hot meal for you after you come home from work, soaked underneath his apron just from watching you enjoy your meal, ready to bend over the dinner table so you can enjoy a sweet, fulfilling dessert.
“i-it’s soo big,” he’d whine, stuttering and panting while he continues to bounce hard and fast, “it’s p-poundin’ my pussy so- so good.” what a paradox, when his own useless, leaking cock is slapping against his tummy with every thrust, messily squirting pre every time you play along with his little fantasy.
and don’t you just love it when he clamps up tight around you, desperate sobs spilling from his lips, begging, “puh-please, you’ve g-got to cum inside. want you to fill my- my cunt up. d-don’t you?” and who are you to deny your lover of his needs?
stuff him up and pump him full of your cum while muttering praises of “what a good pussy” while stroking his cock or “my messy good girl”, and he’s hard again and ready to go. spoil him a few more times, and it won’t be long before he gets greedy and asks you to put a baby inside him.
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tags. soft dom! reader, bottom male character. riding, praise kink.
thinking about teaching a pillow princess how to ride.
“i c-can’t do it,” he hiccups, holding back a sob, shaking his head as he lifts his hips the best he can on quivery knees, hands poised tightly on your shoulders. you can tell he’s trying, but he can’t even make it all the way to the tip, knees buckling halfway and plummeting back onto your cock as he gargles, loud. “f-feels weird. ‘s too much, baby, i c-can’t.”
he’s all slicked up, glide easy, but you’re big and girthy and he’s never had someone stretch him out this way before. he wants to be good for you, but it’s so hard.
“you can,” you murmur, guiding his hips forward in a slow, sensual arch, “don’t bounce, ah-ah, not like that. riding is all about the rolling, sweetheart.”
he chokes out a soft mewl as he gives an experimental roll forwards, the bulbous head of your cock massaging his stomach walls, making him want to clench. he inches forward, and the right angle sends sparkles floating past his eyes as he gives in the urge to roll them back. “o-oh. that feels reaally good.”
“feels that good, mm?” you whisper, peppering gentle kisses on his neck as a small reward, making him squirm and giggle in his haze of pleasure. “now try pushing your hips downwards a little when you roll forward. can you do that for me?”
“y-yeah,” he swallows, obediently pressing his hips against yours snugly every time he grinds forward, the tip of his leaking cock bumping into your abdomen with every circular motion, whimpers bubbling out of parted lips. he’s never felt pleasure this good. he’s panting, no longer trying to pace himself, making little bunny jerks forward as he chases after the addictive feeling of a hard cock moving deep inside him. “oh, hn, ah, s-so good, b-baby.”
“yeah, that’s it, gorgeous,” you murmur, giving his hips and thighs an encouraging squeeze now and then, and he whines lightly in response, “you’re an absolute natural, love. m-made for riding cock. told you you could do it.”
“i amm?” he slurs, lidded eyes unable to focus, little breaths pushed out with every jolt while he continues to ride you like he’s been doing it for years, letting out lewd wails whenever you hit his spot just a little too good. “g-gonna, hngh, ride this dick foreva.”
“good boy,” you mutter fondly, “i’ll keep you here forever, then. keep going, i’m about to cum.”
