#vincent anon

[bluemoonfantasiesiii]

Lily ran around with loud laughter as if she was running from the boys behind her, "Lily, wait!" Saad called with a big smile."I'll catch you, princess! You will not win!" He added, chuckling while getting closer to her.

Lily is not that fast anyway, but it was fun for her to try to escape the two friends. "I will win~!" She replied as she tried to speed up but the Knight was a bit taller than her which gave him an advantage.

......

Vincent held back a giggle at Cyno's joke and how Nigredo is so bothered by it. "Well then, how about you both tell me what information you have regarding our destination?" Vincent tried to lighten the two brothers with something they might like to talk about. He did like the general's joke, but he preferred to have the gardener happy than being sulky on this trip.

Rubedo burrowed under the sand to pop up in front of Lily and catch her in a hug.

“Whoa! I’ve never burrowed in sand before! That was kinda weird…”

———

Albedo hummed in thought at the question. “I know that Khaj-Nisut was the central palace of sorts for King Deshret when he was still alive.”

“It’s also supposedly guarded by remnants of the technology he designed,” Nigredo added. “I remember researching his inventions a lot in my free time to see how they were different from the F— Ruin Guards.”

Cyno nodded in confirmation. “Much of it is still fully functioning to this day, so we should proceed with caution.”

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

I have suddenly found myself obsessed with TDI, weird fish, and the fate series help me please

-🐸🐸 (who is now changing it to Vincent)

anon... you have excellent taste. it's consuming you and now there's no escape … let it happen and fall further down the rabbit hole, there's no going back now!

oh yeah, it’s time for you to go to the dock of shame now!

[livindeadgirlgrav]

Hi, i was wondering if you could do a Michael Myers, Otis driftwood, The sinclair twins and The grabber x Reader, but the Reader is kidnapped or is cornered by them, and with no options left, they Surprise attack with a smooch!!!

Of course!! Thank you for the request! Also I love your profile pic its so cute!

Warning: Violence, slashers, kidnapped, kinda NSFW, blood, gore, slasher things, overpowered, mature themes, Stockholm syndrome,

Michael Myers

Since Michael has kidnapped you, you have become use to him towering over you and corning you but he usually would turn around and leave after a few minutes but today he wasn't moving a muscle. In fact he kept getting closer to you. Forcing you to back up into the wall. Starring at him you watched him become inches away from you, lowering down to become inches from your face. Forcing you to stare into his dead eyes through the eye holes of his mask your eyes glanced down at the lips of the mask and before you knew it you threw your arms around his neck and smashed your lips onto his. You held onto him tightly as he sprung up faster then his typically movements. Michael quickly grabbed your arms forcing you to let go. As your feet hit the floor your furrowed your eyebrows at him, upset at the lose of contact. Michael quickly left the room, he was more confused than he had ever been.

Otis Driftwood

You had been stuck in Otis's bedroom since the first day he kidnapped you. Otis has tortured you for weeks now, but it wasn't as bad as what you seen him do to other victims within the house. Besides you were the only victim in his bed now...which is scary by itself. Today was like any other, you woke up chained to an empty bed. Sitting up you rubbed your sleepless eyes and pulled at the doll like dress he forced you to wear. You hated it, it was short and itchy but it was better then being naked all the time. Your head shot towards the door as you heard him barge in carrying a unconscious girl in his arms. You sat up on your knees looking to see who the girl was. "Who is she?" You asked a bit demanding. Otis shot his head up at you. "A new pet.." You widened your eyes and quickly stood up on the bed and shook your head. "No! Get her out of here!" You shouted. Otis chuckled a bit watching you before turning and placing the girl on a chair, tying her up. "Otis get her out of here." You demanded stepping down off the bed. Before you knew it Otis grabbed your throat and forced you back onto the bed. Falling down you caught yourself on your elbows. "Now listen mama, I don't rightly care for your attitude." He stated shaking you a bit. "Maybe I need to remind you about your place here hm?" He asked but seeing that his threats weren't phasing you made him more mad. Otis pulled his bloody knife out from its holster on his hip but before he could do or say anything you grabbed his hair by one of your hands using the other to balance yourself on the bed. Pulling him down quickly you smashing your lips onto his. Otis didn't pull away he chuckled into your kiss as he kissed you back roughly. Before you knew it your dress was being cut off with his bloody knife. Once your dress was off he pushed his knife onto your neck. "Come on mama, lets finish what you started." He stated as he ushered to his belt with his free hand. Quickly nodded you did exactly what he wanted, your fingers undid his belt with ease. Otis was a bit shocked by your eagerness but he wasn't about to stop you anytime soon. But he did know one thing your lips were much sweeter when you kissed him willingly.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent favored you ever since you rode into town. He actually thought you would have wanted his twin brother more than him but when he saw you running into the wax museum trying to hide within his work he felt a sense of happiness he had been searching for. So when he came out of hiding, gently pushing you into a corner of the museum, smiling a bit to himself when you didn't shout out a blood curling scream. "Help me." You stated softly starring at his waxy face. Vincent tilted his head in confusion. Weren't you scared of him? Vincent grabbed your hand and pulled you into another room then through a door and down the wax steps. Pulling you into his workshop. Luckily there wasn't any projects down there at the time. "You make them?" You asked softly as you looked around. Vincent stared at you before walking closer towards you. "T-That man out there is trying to kill me.." You stated as you watched the man. Vincent pointed to himself. Shaking your head you stated. "No, not you. The mechanic, I think his name is.." You stopped trying to think before you knew it you were pushed against the wall. "Hey?" you stated looking at the man. "I'm sorry, thank you for helping me." You stated before kissing the man's waxy cheek. Vincent quickly backed up and stared at you. Starring back you watched him point towards a bed within the corner. Nodding you walked towards the bed and sat down as you watched the man nearly trip up the stairs and slamming the door.

Bo Sinclair

Bo chased you down and jumped on you like he's down countless times to several different victims. The more you squirmed the more he liked it. He flung your small figure over his shoulder and carried you into his shop and down to his little makeshift dungeon. Bo slammed you down into the chair in the center of the room and was surprised when you didn't fight back or tried to get up and run. Regardless Bo still tied you down with duck tape. You breathed deeply trying your best to calm yourself down. Bo quickly grabbed your jaw and forced you to stare at him causing you to whimper a bit. Bo smirked a bit as he stared down at your lips. "Look at the way those lips curve." he stated in his deep country accent. Without thought you leaned up and smashed your lips onto his, Bo didn't stop you and didn't push away he simply kissed you back a bit rougher then you were. As you pulled away Bo bit your bottom lip and tugged it a bit before letting go and pulling away. He watched you lay your back down against the chair, once again Bo smirked and chuckled. "Don't you worry darling we'll get there. Just gotta be patient girly." His words made your face heat up turning your glace away from him, he chuckled and stood straight. You eyes wondered you him, watching him grab his keys and head to the door. But before closing said door he glanced up at you with the most lust filled eyes you've ever seen. You knew exactly what was gonna happen once he got back but for once you were excited to see him come back.

The Grabber

Sitting on the mattress you stared at the door. Today was the day you knew it. You knew you had to get out of there. Feeling yourself slipping into what felt like madness. You were so strongly conflicted, you despised your captor but in another light you were weirdly attracted to him. You liked the way his hair framed his masked face, you enjoyed the way his fingers moved and how comforting his presence could be. You picked at the skin on your fingers thinking about how soft his lips were before being interrupted by the sound of the door unlocking and opening. You watched him walk in with a tray of food. The same as always eggs and a soda. "I made you some breakfast." He said like every other day. You nodded and walked over towards him. He looked down at you, watching how your eyes glanced at the stairs behind him. He tilted his head a bit. You could have swore he read your thoughts because as soon as you darted behind him he dropped the tray and grabbed you up. But to his surprise you didn't fight him or scream. He growled and walked towards the mattress but as he tried to throw you down he noticed how you hung onto him. He pried your hands off of him. "Stop! Don't!" You shouted as you fell to the bed but you quickly grabbed his shirt pulling him down a bit just to wrap your arms around his neck and smash your lips onto the masked lips. Kissing him you didn't care that it wasn't his actually lips. This was still him and you loved it. The grabber was taken back but he let you kiss the lips of his mask. Once you stopped and pulled away looking at his blueish brown eyes. "Don't leave me." You stated as you hugged him. Albert furrowed his brows but he let you hug him placing a hand on your back.

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Wellll thank you for reading! And I hope you guys enjoyed! I loved this request! Thank you again for it! 🖤🖤

[not-neverland06]

hello, I was wondering if you could do a female reader x Vincent Sinclair. Where the reader is very needy. Like she constantly just wants to be around him. They don't have to be talking just being around him is fine. If you don't write for house of wax that's fine. If you do this thank you. Have a good day!

Thank you for the request, I hope you like it. As I’m posting this I realized I kind of made the reader gender neutral because I never actually used pronouns. 🤍 gn!reader

You’re overwhelming, to say the least.

And that’s being kind. 

Vincent was his mother’s favorite, but even she had to cover his face. She might have favored him over Bo, but she didn’t love him, not the way a mother should. 

At least, that’s what you told him. 

Vincent was never sure if he should believe you or not. Bo had instilled in him that their mother was a saint. It was hard to lose that idealized image of her and replace it with the one you presented. But with the way you clung to him, hovered around him without a word, he started to wonder if maybe you had a point. 

Growing up, he wasn’t allowed to take the mask off. If he had to eat, his parent’s didn’t watch. He didn't know if it’s because he was so grotesque to them or because they couldn’t stand to see their failure. His mother was an artist, his father a doctor, yet somehow, they had created him. Formed him into this ugly and deformed creature. 

He struggled to reconcile with the fact that, maybe, someone truly could love him. He struggled with coming to terms that someone as kind as you, could love him. Most days he didn’t believe you. He would watch you carefully while you sat by his side. 

He waited for the inevitable, a look of disgust, a flinch when he came near. It never happened. He figured you were biding your time, sweetening him up and getting him to trust you before you made your escape. It wouldn’t be the first time one of the victims had done that to him. 

He almost wished he was right, that you were just a liar. He waited for you to slip up so he’d have a reason to keep you here forever in Ambrose. But you never did. Each day, you grew bolder, your presence nearly suffocated him. 

You don’t always touch him, you rarely ever talk. Your days are simply spent lingering around him, watching him work or reading while he sculpts. It’s odd, going from so many years on his own in his workshop to suddenly having a constant presence. 

He wonders why you don’t just go with Bo. He was the more handsome twin, more charming and funny. He could talk, he could walk around without a mask and be comfortable with himself. There was a clear language barrier between you and Vincent. 

His sign language was choppy at best because he’d had to learn it on his own. Bo and Lester learned some for him, but the family was pretty against it. You struggled to decipher his odd language but you still tried. He didn’t understand the effort. There was a “better” brother to choose from and, still, you stuck with him. 

Just as he looks over at you, you move from your spot by his desk. His fingers loosen around the tools in his hand while he watches you. You stretch, back bowing and a low groan leaving you as you finally move for the first time all day. You shoot him a smile before heading up the stairs out of his workshop. 

He stills and listens to the way your footsteps echo across the floorboards above him. You’re in the living room, you give a muffled greeting to Jonesy before heading towards the kitchen. His hands fidget restlessly with his tools but he can’t bring himself to get back to work. 

He hates when you go upstairs without him. He’s worried that one day he’ll hear the door open and close and he won't be able to get upstairs in time to get you back. He worries that he’ll hear Bo and you together upstairs, either in a fight or doing something worse. 

But you always come back. You’re never away from him for longer than you need to be. Your footsteps rush back towards the stairs and he feels some of the tension leave him. 

When you come back downstairs, a plate of food for you both, he pulls your chair closer to him. A silent invitation to stay close, one you eagerly accept. You sit beside him, leaning over his shoulder, and admire the sketches splayed out across his desk. 

You reach out, before he can stop you, and tug at the corner of one, pulling it out from under the others. Your eyes rove over the drawing of yourself, one of you sleeping on the couch he now keeps down here for you. You smile and glance up at him. When you lean forward and press a kiss against his masked cheek he wonders if maybe he needs you around just as much as you need him. 

end. — I do not own the characters or the movie House of Wax, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[marquisedegramont]

Lighting Vincent’s cigarette for him

-🧸

eeeeeeeee quick drabble before i go back 2 working on my artfight refs | MENTIONED : established relationship between reader & vin, kinda idk but its implied vincent cant keep a bitch before hopping onto another

VINCENT stared out the window as drops of rain pelted towards the floor of the city of Paris. It was a gloomy night like any other, with the bright, warm light of the buildings that lined the Paris skyline often flickering from dark windows in the morning to their sunlight-like dots that shined in the night.

You open the door to his bedroom where he’s sitting on a chair, overlooking Paris in a penthouse high above common people. His hair is a mess, probably just woke up when you went to get a glass of water.

“Why are you awake, love?” Vincent glances up at you when you walk towards him, hand on the base of his neck, gently ruffling with the strands of brunette hair.

“Je ne dors pas,” I can’t sleep, Vincent says to you. “I have been restless for a while.”

“How come?” You ask him before taking your seat at the corner of his bed. While dating, you and Vincent didn’t really share the same bed. Vincent felt…. uncomfortable when it came to exposure to someone for a long time. People circulated in his life, changed; left and went, came back and stayed, got pushed away.

The Marquis doesn’t reply to you, he stares at you for a second or two, silence hanging in the air. Before his gaze turns back to the city.

“Stress?”

Vincent gives a half-assed sound.

“Perhaps.”

Your eyes flicker from the window, to the shape of Vincent as the lights outside frame his silhouette. It was well past midnight when you checked the clock in the room, each second ticked with utmost insanity. A sluggish second passed. And still, Paris didn’t sleep. Outside were cars, and here inside was both you, and the Marquis de Gramont.

“You know,” You say to break the silence. The silence wasn’t peaceful, neither was it tense. It was a strange in between of both peacefulness and tension. Something compelled you to speak, something to fill the air that wasn’t the smell of the Paris penthouse and the perfume you wore. “I never really believed in this whole ‘counting sheep’ thing.”

Vincent shifts in his seat, almost hunched over but really not at all. He looks over towards you. The faint glow of the light that comes from the vintage window barely even lighting one side of his face.

“Me neither.” Vincent replies. “It gets boring, and I don’t drift off to sleep. Instead, I lay awake, just counting. Hoping that I do.”

“Me too.” You answer back with. “My mum used to… read fairytales to me.” You say. “I guess it always worked.”

Vincent goes silent immediately afterwards. You don’t know wether he’s thinking or just refusing to reply. He was a confusing man. He never made intentions clear, unless you were smart and knew how to dissect him from skin to his bones, maybe his soul. But you don’t know his soul yet. You don’t think you’ve seen his heart. Well you’ve seen it.

To you, Vincent was art. A piece. Beautiful to look at, something that carried vicious history, yet cradled beautiful memories. But to be art, was to be looked at. Vincent was looked at, admired and feared. You don’t think anyone has come close to this before.

You blinked, there was a stick in between Vincent’s slender fingers that have never seen the work of the poor. A cigarette. There wasn’t a lighter anywhere.

Corpse silent, it was like a graveyard in the bedroom. A pretty, vintage bedroom fit for a noble such as the Marquis. Unable to contain your words and actions any longer, you stood up from your place on the corner of the bed. You scoured through your purse for something, then you felt the shiny, flat material on the pad of your fingers.

You held the lighter up near Vincent; he slips the cigarette, now pressed in between his lips. “Can I light it?”

“Oui.” He says.

You flick the lighter and the soft hiss and flicker of flame cuts through the previously quiet air. The match flared to life, casting a warm glow on Vincent’s face open with his gaze flickering over onto you, a hint of…something tender flashing in his eyes before a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

He takes a drag of smoke, dissipating into the cold air of Paris in the night.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

As requested by anon, a gif compilation of my favorite gifs of VINCENT PRICE as Nicholas Van Ryn - DRAGONWYCK (1946) dir. Joseph L. Mankiewitcz

[murdrdocs]

we need more vincent renzi plsss 🫶

squirting; some angst?; MDNI 18+

it’s an unfortunate situation, but it’s one that exists. and you have to make amends with it.

your legs are wrapped around vincent's waist as you lay on your back, taking whatever he’ll give you, and you know it’ll likely be the last for who knows how long. neither you nor vincent know exactly when you’ll be able to replicate this again, and you’re sure the undetermined gap between this occurrence and the next is what spurs him on. it’s what provides adrenaline and a boost to his stamina. its what cuts his refractory period in half and creates the desire pumping through his veins.

he has so much pent up inside of him, caused by the work he dedicated most of himself. then there was the side of himself he dedicated to you and the things that only you knew about him, all pertaining to the itch he hasn’t scratched until here and now.

he stops thrusting into you for a second to grab your legs and press them back towards your chest, creating more room that he quickly fills with his lithe body. his face lowers to press kisses into the skin along your clavicle. you can’t tell, but you feel like they’re apologetic. either for what he has done before, or for what he has yet to do.

idiotically, naively, you accept them. especially whenever he begins to fuck you harder and deeper, his hips rolling into firm thrusts as soon as he’s as deep within you as he possibly can get. and even then, he attempts to go deeper.

it’s simple fucking really, but something about it feels perverse. maybe it’s the lack of condom paired with the depth. it creates a message, one that says vincent has motives he has yet to share with you. you know he won’t act on them without talking to you about it, but you can’t help but wonder.

he lifts his body off of yours just enough to create a view of his cock entering you over and over again.

he sucks in air through his teeth and looks up at you with a small, amused smile. “look,” he tells you. his hands press your legs back a little more until the stretch burns, but the pleasure of his cock entering you at a slightly different angle alleviates your discomfort.

you do as he says, looking down enough to get a view of vincent’s cock disappearing and reappearing into you. you don’t really know what exactly he wants you to see, but maybe it’s just this. knowing vincent, he wants you to see how well you take him. how well he fits in you without much difficulty at all, save for the initial stretch that you are quick to get over.

you take in as much of it as you can—the view of vincent’s cock working you open again and again, slipping deeper and deeper until you wonder when he’s going to hit your cervix. there’s a ring of white along his dick, broken and distorted but there nonetheless. you know it’s a mix of your own cum from times before, but your fucked out brain implants the idea of it being his cum, and suddenly the presumed motives that vincent could have don’t seem so perverse. they seem more like a happy accident rather than a damper on the comfortability of your current lives.

you had assumed him to have been watching your cunt just as you are, but it’s not until you lift your eyes and see him watching you that you’re proven wrong.

he has his lips quirked up on one side, revealing the earned set of lines that border his mouth. “beautiful, isn’t it?” he asks you, as if he’s talking about a painting or the sunset and not the way his dick is fucking you.

still, you nod and agree, letting your head fall back and your eyes close as you start to anticipate the delicious feeling of your orgasm creeping towards you. it’s one that runs away as if it’s scared of coming to fruition yet again. scared of what another orgasm could entail, and what it could release.

you’re not afraid of the possibilities, and neither is vincent.

the orgasm is still being searched for, but vincent refuses to let you relax.

“no, no, no.” his chastising tone is all it takes for you to open your eyes. “keep watching. look at us.”

you really have no other choice but to do as he says. you watch him continue to please you, over and over and over again. you watch his fingers dip towards your entrance and gather all of the cum that has leaked out. you watch his hand disappear lower, and your eyes flutter as he teases your ass, rimming it with two fingers before probing just one in to the first knuckle and then bringing it back out. you watch as he switches hands, and uses the other to circle your clit. and then you watch your cunt gush around him, releasing the very thing neither of you shied away from.

[slashermovhigh]

Bo…Vincent…please…wash Lester’s clothes and get him to take a bath for the love of God!

[kurjakani]

Jonsey doodle plz 🥺👉👈🐕

I couldnt find ref other than other ppls fanart on a short notice so sorry if the patterns r off.. baby jonsy!!!!!!!! Jonts!!!!! Baby jotnts!!!!

On a long car trip, drop me some prompts for rly lazy character doodles

[patiencepleaseyouwillbeonhold]

"I might cancel the rest of the week. Due to unexpected events, I rather not show my face right now."

"I shall go hide with Pepsi now."

[bluemoonfantasiesiii]

Saad was a bit concerned about what Ruby said, "Then go check on him. I'll be waiting for you on lunch or dinner later" he said encouraging the boy to head off to see his father.

Vincent nodded, he's agreeing with the boys. He moved to place everything in the bag and stood to walk back with Rubedo to where the group headed.

------

Rosa let a small sigh out as she knew what could be the reason for the other man's hostility, but she stayed silent about the matter and didn't comment. She just wants to enjoy the warm presence of her child in her arms.

Lily's eyes lit up at the mention of candies. "yes~, please~! And can I have some for Angel too~?" Her tone seems to go back to o her normal innocence. Rosa giggled softly. "And who is that Angel you're talking about~, sweetie~?" She asked, wondering if she meant some imagery friend.

"That would be Ruby~! He saved me back in Dragonspine~. He is so lovely and kind~, mama~! And he can talk to many animals and monsters~!" She explained with a big smile on her face. Rosa was amazed by what she heard, "Ooh~, then can I hear your story with him~?" She asked out of curiosity as she remembered the boy's sweet voice and face. "I'll tell you after you eat more, mama~!" Lily said with a sweet giggle, seeing her mother now being curious, which she took another bite of her fruit with a happy expression on her face.

Rubedo gave Saad an apologetic smile. “Sorry for leaving so soon. We’ll definitely be back! But right now, my Papa needs me.”

As Rubedo and Vincent got closer to the main part of Aaru Village, two identical voices could be heard from around a cliff face.

“…curious about why a mother would abandon her child for research, Al,” was clearly Nigredo.

“Of course I want to know why she left!” Albedo was surprisingly raising his voice at his older brother. “I want to know why she did a lot of the things she did! I’m confused and hurt just the same as the rest of you! But that’s no excuse to take it out on someone who has nothing to do with any of it!”

“Well, I’m glad you can still see good in someone like that!”

“Nigredo, what more can I possibly do to help you move on?! We’ve changed our last name! We’ve completely disowned her! I’ve been covering up my birthmark! This isn’t fair to Rosa, and it’s not fair to yourself! What more can we possibly do?!”

“I don’t know!”

“Little Albedo is right, Little Aster,” Durin’s voice gently interjected. “We cannot just project our past onto an innocent human…”

“I know that,” Nigredo finally relented, lowering his volume. “I’m just… I don’t want Lily to end up like us…”

“Nigredo…” Albedo said softly. “Did Rosa seem unapologetic when she saw Lily?”

“…No. I could see the guilt in her eyes.”

“Did Rhinedottir ever once apologize to any of us? Did she ever show any signs of remorse?”

“No. Never…”

“Then wouldn’t you say it’s safe to conclude that Rosa isn’t like our creator, and that she can be persuaded to prioritize her relationship with her daughter?”

“…I hate it when you’re right, Al.”

“Which I often am~”

The whole time, Rubedo was listening in from around the corner, gesturing for Vincent to not get involved either until it seemed like they were done.

———

“Ruby is a very special child,” Cyno said. “But I think it would be best to let his father get into t those details. Once he gets back…”

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

Vincent should be discriminated against for that fucking hair cut my good god

Oh it was bad. I could not take him seriously. He looked like a criminal character from Lazy Town with that orange and black and white striped thing he had gong on. I couldn't do it.

"I'm not a homophobe" yeah, Vincent, well, god may forgive you for being a bitch but no one's gonna forgive you for that haircut.

[livindeadgirlgrav]

Are they ass, tits or thigh’s for Vincent Sinclair and Charles lee ray (seperetly) with fem reader

It can be as filthy as you want

Ooooooooo okay! This is definitely going to be fun! Alsoooo this is my first time writing for Charles lee ray!! I'll try not to disappoint

Warning: NSFW! violence, bad language, kidnapped, Stockholm syndrome, just evil slasher men lol, mature themes/content. 18+, filthyyyyy👀👀 nastttyyyyyy

Vincent Sinclair

Vinny is an everything man. He loves you for you buuuuuut if he did have to pick a favorite its probably a tie between your thighs and breast.

Vincent enjoys holding your thigh when he sits beside you. He will consistently grip your thighs and rub his thumb across your smooth skin. Now when you two are alone Vincent loves to kiss up and down your thighs, occasionally nipping at your skin.

When it comes to your breast Vincent loves to grope them. He loves how soft and squishy they are under his rough hands.

He will definitely suck your breast hard, leaving hickeys all over your chest. He enjoys playing with your nipples and seeing how you gasp when he tugs on your nipples with his teeth.

Secretly this man is very kinky. He very much enjoys sitting on top of you, ripping your T-shirt off to reveal your soft chest. He'll pin your arms above you head but if you move he is quick to tie them down with a rag. Once your hands are out of the way he'll grab one of the many candles within his room and drip the hot wax onto your delicate breast, down your stomach, and on your inner thigh.

Vincent loves to fuck your breast, he enjoys the softness and loves to look down at you, watching you please him in such a way turns him on even more.

When you two are having sex, Vincent loves to have your legs on his shoulders. He loves gripping onto your thighs and having the options to bite and kiss them while he thrust into you.

Vincent also loves to use your thighs to push himself deeper into you. And trust he loves pushing your legs above your head thrusting deeper into you, watching your face scrunch up in pleasure.

Vincent tends to forget how tight he holds onto your thighs and breast so at the end of the night you are typically left with a couple finger prints and bruises.

Vincent loves it when you go bra less, its easier for him to run his hands up your shirt and tug at your breast but it's definitely hard to keep his attention for all of it goes to your freed breast.

His favorite position is cowgirl; He loves watching your breast bounce up and down while he rubs your thighs, occasionally gripping them hard enough to leave marks. He also loves to warm his cock within you as he sucks your breast but trust he wont leave the other one unattended, his hand will quickly tug at your nipples and grope at your breast. Then he will switch after a few minutes now sucking on the one he was tugging at and now rubbing the one he was sucking.

It drives him crazy when you wear shorts or skirts and v-neck shirts or shirts that just showoff your breast.

Vincent also gives the best massages, he has no problem rubbing your legs and thighs. And hey he'll massage your breast too

Charles Lee Ray

Charles Lee Ray has to be an ass guy!

I'm pretty sure this man would take anything you give him but in booty we trust.

He constantly slaps and gropes your ass daily

If you are wearing a skirt or a dress he has no problem hiking the skirt up to grab your bare ass or just see it in your black panties.

Very much prefer you wear thongs he loves having easy access.

This man loves back shots! He enjoys gripping onto your waist and slapping your ass as he slams himself inside you.

One of his many favorite positions is reverse cowgirl, he loves watching your beautiful ass bounce up and down on his cock.

Charles loves anal, he loves how tight your ass is and enjoys the sweet moans and groans to make as he takes his time sliding into you.

Will eat you out any day of the week and trust he loves leaving bite marks on your ass and enjoys feeling you tremble underneath him as his licks up your valley. (you know exactly what I'm talking about)

Charles loves to punish you, mainly spanking you. He loves watching how your ass jiggles with each slap. He also loves seeing how red your ass can get, he thinks its pretty seeing his hand prints left behind on your soft skin.

Thank you for reading!!! I hope you guys enjoyed and I hope I didn't disappoint with Charles Lee Ray I really did enjoy writing for him! Thank you tons for the request! <3

[slvthrs]

hii babe! i’m literally addicted to reading your work. i’m thinking mirror sex with vin. foreplay and p in v and him just teasing, size kink and talking her through it

can i be 🕸️anon?? 🫶

this idea is sooo hot plus welcome 🕸️ anon mwah- anotha 1k worder

┆.° ♡ — NSFW UNDER THE CUT

As you stand in front of the mirror, a soft smile plays upon your lips, knowing that your boyfriend is right behind you. You catch a glimpse of him in the reflection, wearing a towel wrapped around his body, droplets of water glistening on his skin from his recent shower, his eyes filled with desire, and a spark ignites between you both.

You're getting dressed, but the moment becomes a dance of anticipation. The air is charged with an intoxicating blend of nervousness and excitement as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you lean back, pressing against his solid frame.

"Wow," he murmurs, his voice filled with admiration. "You look stunning baby."

You breath catches in a chuckle, "You say that every time my love."

"And I've never lied once." He whispers into your skin.

Your reflection shows the image of your bodies intertwined, a perfect blend of love and desire. The mirror becomes a canvas for your passion, reflecting the intimate moments you share. Your eyes meet in the reflection, and without a word, the unspoken connection between you grows stronger.

His lips brush against your neck, sending waves of pleasure cascading through your body. You sigh softly, relishing in the sensations that consume you. The warmth of his breath against your skin ignites a fire within, urging you to explore further.

His fingers glide over your clothing, adjusting and smoothing the fabric, but the act is simply a distraction from the desires building within. As you relax into his touch, his hands venture under your shirt, caressing your bare chest with tenderness. The tingling sensation sends your heartbeat racing, and you lean into his touch, craving more.

"The way that dress hugs your curves... it's like it was made just for you," he whispers, his voice husky with desire.

A pleased smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and you turn to face him directly. His arms encircle your waist, pulling you close. The heat of his body seeps into yours, creating an intoxicating intimacy. His eyes meet yours, and you lose yourself in their depths.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmurs, his voice filled with genuine affection.

Lost in the intensity of the moment, you forget about the clothes and the mirror. All that matters is the connection you share, the electric chemistry that draws you closer together. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, sealing your desire with each gentle press. In this intimate embrace, time stands still, and the rest of the world fades away.

You both gently fall to the ground as your kiss heats up, your body turns to face him as your hands grasp at his locks whilst you pull yourself into his lap. His hands lay at your thighs as your body's rock into your kiss.

"So so pretty," He breathes into the kiss "All for me."

You whine, arching your back into his kisses. He peppers your bare skin with soft kisses, his words becoming breathless and full of longing.

"Yeah your so good for me, gonna take me right here huh? Pretty slut does anything for me." His degrading words laced with admiration.

"Please Vin, right here, don't wanna go anywhere else baby."

And he obliges, rucking your clothes up and pulling his towel off so you can see his hard dick with the tip blooming shades of crimson and leaning to the right as your finger gently graze up his two prominent veins causing him to whimper and throw his head back.

In and effort to regain some control he pulls you by the waist causing your clothes cunt to rub against his hard dick, causing a hiss to leave your lips and your toes curling in pleasure.

His hands stay at you hips, engulfing the area, so much bigger than yours. Your push your panties to the side as you lower yourself onto his cock, stretching you out before he bottoms out.

The pace is slow at first, letting you get used to his size, rolling your hips in synchronicity with his before speeding up, the sound of your skin hitting together intensifies whilst your moans mix with his grunts envelope the aroma of your room.

He grabs your jaw turning you so your can see yourself in the mirror; your eyes start at your face, a fucked up expression mixed with pure bliss and sweat is painted on your face. Then to your shoulders, the straps of your top falling to the side and your top lay dangerously low on your chest. Finally to the sight of Vinnie's dick sliding in and out of you whilst he's guiding you.

You look away but Vinnie forces your gaze back immediately,

"No look at yourself whilst I fuck you." He continues, "Watch pretty, as you become a needy mess, so small under me, huh?"

The whine the comes out of your mouth nearly sends Vinnie over the edge but he holds out so your can come first.

His thumb starts to roll at your clit and sends waves of shock through your body, you become needier and needier and the more he toys at you the closer you come to the edge.

As his hands work together with his dick he watch ever so intently as you slowly come undone under him.

Your reaching your tipping point and Vinnie knows you too well so he becomes more vocal.

"C'mon pretty just hold out a little longer for me, just a little more." He toys at you whilst his thumb circles your clit

"Doin' so well princess, just look at you huh? So gorgeous even when your being fucked." The words come out practically as a purr.

He keeps up his action and starts to become more vocal in other senses, whimpering into your each and breathes getting heavier.

You roll your hips into his causing him to moan out,"Atta girl, keep going, yeah just like that."

His thrusts become more purposeful and before you know it, your nails are scraping his back leaving rows of red angry lines and you try to clench your legs.

"Oh that's my girl," He coos out, "Did so so well love."

He finishes inside of you after a few thrusts and lets a few guttural moans out before trying to compose himself.

You tumble forwards relaxing into him not choosing to move an inch as your thighs tremble and body jerks through the electricity of your dual orgasm as you look up with doe eyes at your boyfriends whose equally blissed out as you but keeping it together so he can hold you up.

A whine involuntarily leaves your hoarse throat and he looks down at you with his brown puppy eyes, "I know baby, I know." As his places a kiss to your forehead

"Hey, look at that," He whispers, gesturing at the mirror and your gaze turns in that direction, "Did so well for me, such a precious girl."

The mirror reflects your entwined bodies. As you lose yourself in the intensity of the moment, the mirror serves as a silent witness, preserving this memory forever.

[marquisedegramont]

I love your sub!marquis fic with the reader choking him with his pocket watch! Will you write more sub!marquis works?🥺

-🧸

Hi 🧸anon im going to use this as a reason to post a short drabble of mine okay? > w < -> dom!reader, blowjob, one line of dialogue, pillow prince!marquis

He can’t get enough of you, the way you suck him off. The warmth of your throat and mouth around his cock, and Vincent’s nothing more than a soft, sensitive mess around you. You hear him desperately trying not to let out those noises of him— and yet you can hear the short vocalizing of his pleasure. Short whimpers and his breathless panting.

His pale legs are around your head, with shallow bite marks and the edges of your nails pressed into soft skin. Vincent is tiredly grinding into your mouth, trying to find that release as fast as possible. You know that he likes it rough, and fast. You don’t intend to give him that pleasure.

“Ah,” he mutters, “ah…non…”

You go down on him faster, the tip of Vincent’s cock in the wet warmth of the back of your throat. You can see the curvature of his stomach and how the light bounces off of it, the sudden and quick movements of his stomach caving in from pure pleasure. Vincent hands grab a fistful of the bedsheets under him, messing up and wrinkling the pale beige fabric.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Anon asked for some of my favorite photos of Vincent Price from the 1930s. Here you are ...

Now pardon me while I drool! 🤤 🥵