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Yay I was the anon who asked if you watch the new John Wick film, I hoped you enjoyed the movie!
Can I request some yandere marquis de gramont headcanons? (it can be romantic or platonic)
man was the biggest prick that i had seen in a while from a movie lol
Yandere Vincent de Gramont Headcanons
A/N:You read my mind Anon lmaoo - I was literally planning on writing some HCs for the Marquis <3
Despite the initial conception one may have about Vincent's dedication to a lover – that being none – he's actually surprisingly...loyal.
While he has the playboy exterior, enough money to soak up the oceans of the Earth and all the allure that comes with his occupation, he secretly feels as if he has nothing at all.
What he wants, what he really, truly wants, is to feel something new. Something he’s never experienced before.
Love.
Not just for himself - for someone else.
His brush with John Wick made him realise how empty his life was by comparison to the Boogeyman, who lived and almost died for the memory of love.
And that stuck with Vincent. Affected him more than he’d like to admit.
But, his heightened status above most others has left him isolated with few who wish to know him in a capacity beyond acquaintances for fear of incurring his wrath with a misplaced word or an overstepped boundary.
Thus, love is almost an impossibility for the Marquis.
And then he met you.
And grew obsessed intrigued. Fast.
He likely met you in passing completely separate from his usual crowd – which is to say hunters and murderers.
And he's taken aback by you; your beauty, your charm, your personality. In a way that, while many others have tried, have never breached Vincent’s superficial interest.
Or perhaps you nurse that same melancholy void he harbours; the desire for something more. Which, divulging it to him, a complete stranger, the Marquis finds oddly endearing. Vulnerable.
He’s enchanted. The void in his chest seems to tighten somewhat. Heal.
You’ve given him what no other has before. Genuine, friendly, interested conversation. All without even knowing who he is.
Now, having to rush off, apologising with a smile for taking up his time with “Trivial banter,” Vincent watches your retreating form.
He has his sights set on you.
Over the next few days, while conducting business and going about his everyday life, Vincent’s mind keeps crawling back to you, those fateful minutes wherein he felt he knew everything about you and nothing at all.
Though, he doesn't actually want to admit it at first.
While, yes, he does want to experience true love, he is entirely unwilling to acknowledge the disgustingly human need to feel something.
So, he tries to hide it. Bury it beneath his work, French desserts and luxuries you've never even heard of.
But, over time, you spring back up in the forefront of his mind when you are no longer content with being a voice in the background. A memory of a time where Vincent felt as if he’d truly been seen.
And Vincent, passing off his secret enthusiasm as boredom, a mere meandering of memories, ‘allows’ the odd thought of you to trickle in here and there.
You are a form of medicine. Whenever Vincent feels something undesirable brewing in his chest, he finds himself back with you on that bench in the park, your warmth and presence sun rays against his face as he’s transported from one of his many mansions to beside you once more.
And, even if he doesn’t want to acknowledge it, you scratch the right spot in his psyche that material gain just can’t. Not in comparison to the human touch you have.
Gramont’s so used to people regarding him with favour or fear that it still takes him aback now how kindly you treated him, not knowing who he is or what he does.
You had nothing to gain from your kindness. And yet you still gave it to him.
Healed him with it.
Vincent’s daydreams start to grow more intense the longer he thinks about you.
An emulated conversation. Additions and projections of the recollections of your encounter, no matter how brief. Anything to let Vincent feed off the feeling you gave him when he’s exhausted the phantom of your first encounter.
There comes a point, weeks after you first met, where Vincent spends more time in these memories, both real and fabricated, than in the conscious world. And they strengthen, pulling his focus from his work, from his duties.
At first, this manifests as a glazed look in his eyes, one which, to all those who knew of him, could pen as the typical, uninterested Marquis stare.
He wears the same one in the comfort of his private rooms, one where nobody can see what he’s thinking. But now, people can see Vincent couldn’t care less about the projected bounty of this one killer from Wales; he just wants to be left alone with his thoughts.
His men have started to notice, too.
And, one evening, Vincent decides to lay upon them a task.
“I need you to find someone for me,” he says, his chin resting atop clasped hands. There is no jest, nor leniency, in his stare.
The task itself sounded easy enough. But with only a physical description to go on, not even having gotten your name, Vincent, for the first time in his life, is anxious.
Anxious his men won’t find you, no matter how deep his connections run.
Anxious that, while he’s lived in his dream world for the last month, you’ve since disappeared. Been killed, perhaps, or exposed to some freak accident.
Vincent pains at the feeling in his centre whenever he considers this a possibility. It tears the scabbing void in his chest wide open again.
Sometimes, while he lies in bed, the thought that might have perished somehow, that his men will have misinterpreted his specific instructions not to interact with you, only report on what you’re doing, plagues him.
He knows his men are loyal – that they’ve never failed a task before now. And he clings to the hope that their winning streak won’t run dry one of these nights.
One day, sat in his office, glancing over a document he’d tried reading for the last half hour yet couldn’t because, surprise, you were distracting him, one of his men came into the room.
“We have them, Sir,” he said, the image of victory. Vincent couldn’t help but scan his suit for any sign of blood. Your blood.
To say Vincent was excited is an understatement of epic proportions.
At first, he’s just numb.
Then, a few minutes later, his chest burns and sparks with an electric passion one acquires when meeting an idol.
Vincent wishes to deploy himself immediately. But he knows this is a waiting game.
So, he remains far enough away from your life that you do not suspect a single thing is wrong.
You don’t even glance over at the guy who’s been tailing you for the last few hours.
You don’t think twice about the stranger who’s been sat in perfect view of you in the cafe for the last two weeks.
You don’t even consider that the guy you bumped into earlier is responsible for your house key going missing.
Now, with access to your inner sanctum and your daily routine burned into his mind like a holy scripture, Vincent makes his move.
He stages meetings between the two of you.
Starts ‘bumping into you’.
At first, you simply recognise him, ask him how he’s doing and what he’s doing in the area.
And, Vincent, the man with an answer for everything, finds himself doing something he never has before.
He fumbles.
Even when he imagined you in a most vivid detail, nothing compares to this moment, where what he says has consequences, where he has one shot at getting this right. Or risk your uncertain stare.
He can feel fear rising in his chest as he stutters. Only once, but enough to knock him down a few pegs in your mind’s eye. At least, that’s what he thinks.
But, he completes his task, albeit not as pristinely as he wished.
He asked you out to coffee.
And you, with a signature smile, accepted.
And now, your fate is sealed.
Vincent beats himself up over his ineptitude of speaking to you like he did in his head: suave, cool, collected.
And, given the fact that he’s never had to take accountability for anything he’s ever done, he tries to blame it on someone else.
Not you, though.
Never you.
Regardless of this minor hurdle, as Vincent sees it, he purses this…friendship with you.
He isn’t used to the concept. Not in a visceral sense, anyway.
The saying ‘It’s lonely at the top’ comes to mind when describing Vincent’s relationships.
There is always a power imbalance, no matter who he’s speaking with.
He is always above them, and they are always below him.
But that’s when they know him. Know his dynamic.
You, you have absolutely no idea who he is, or what he’s capable of.
To you, he’s just Vincent, the owner of a successful manufacturing business.
No, Vincent couldn’t quite ditch the theatrics. He still needed an out to impress you – to have a valid excuse as to how he owns so many nice cars, how he never wears the same designer suit twice.
He doesn’t tone it down with the suits, by the way.
He’s too enthralled by the fascinated look you wear when you’re taking in the patterns, the chains, the craftsmanship.
Which, to his surprise, makes his face warm.
People have only ever looked at the label of his outfit, never the ensemble itself.
That’s just another of the ways you make him feel seen.
You tell him so much of yourself, yet not enough to break your mystique.
Vincent knows more about you than you think, and he uses this to create another version of himself – one which likes the same records as you (though, he unironically does enjoy them. But, he knows he likely wouldn’t unless you listened to them, too), has the same preferences for how you fold your clothes, whether you should brush your teeth before or after breakfast.
And Vincent devours every detail you grant him like a meal, saving them, storing them, testing them out in his newest daydreams when he gets home, his heart thrumming and his breathing short as an unfamiliar feeling of wholeness and anxiety overtakes him.
And yet, there is little he can offer in return.
Nothing that isn’t a lie, anyway.
He keeps you as far away from his work as possible, hence he meets you in such public spaces.
His men are always stationed nearby, disguised as civilians. Should the need for bloodshed ever arise.
Eventually, your weekly coffee meet-ups evolve into something else.
Vincent, after asking one of his men (under strict confidentiality) ”What do you do when you…like-like someone…?” starts taking you to restaurants.
He tries not to scare you off with anything too fancy, but he can’t help but feel part of himself die whenever he thinks about how dull the food here in this 5-star restaurant is compared to his usual dining preferences.
But you’re happy, thanking him for the meal with a gratitude that isn’t borne from a life-or-death scenario.
You’re not paying for these dates, by the way. Vincent won’t let you.
“I brought you here; I’m paying.”
He also has a tendency to go overboard with the gifts.
You tell him your watch is broken ? Here are five designer timepieces imported from a selective brand whose clientele is vetted and chosen by the CEO himself.
Of course, you can try to refuse these gifts – tell Vincent that you “Can’t possibly take them from you; it’s too much !”
But he plays the guilt card well.
“No, I insist,” he says, pushing them into your hands. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”
If you actively wear or use anything he buys you, he’ll be overjoyed. Prideful.
You’re wearing something he got for you. That basically means you’re saying you belong to him.
Of course, he does get a little carried away with his…delusions. But he means well !
He’s just territorial.
Vincent can be a gentleman when he wants to be.
And can also be a vicious creature when he doesn’t.
He only presents one of these sides to you.
The other is reserved for his more…private affairs.
When he started feeling more intensely about you, his mind wandered to some rather unsavoury places – places that, usually, VIncent would walk through without batting an eye.
But now that he, dare he say...liked you…he felt as if he’d been drenched in cold water whenever he imagined you doing anything risqué.
So, with the steadily growing number of these thoughts, these images of you, piercing his mind, he decides to take matters into his own hands.
He beds people who look like you.
The two of you aren’t dating yet; haven’t even held hands (though Vincent agonises over finding the right opportunity to do so).
But he still feels wrong. Like he’s cheating on you.
His sanity tries to prevent him from thinking like this, tries to keep itself intact by urging Vincent to pursue another mindless conquest.
Your name does slip out between his panting, though.
Much to the chagrin of whoever’s beneath him right now.
He wonders what you’d look like, what you’d feel like in this same position. What your preferences are.
There’s only one way to find out.
He tries turning up the boyfriend factor after he decides now’s the time to pursue you. Properly.
He sits a little closer to you whenever you invite him over for movie nights, holds you for just a little longer whenever you engage in your traditional parting hug.
And he can’t help but think about how much he wants to stay with you like this forever.
And permanence is a rare commodity for people in his line of work. No matter how many bodyguards he has, or how skilled he is.
Nothing is certain.
Which is why, one evening, lying awake in bed, he decides to act.
He knows it’s a risky manoeuvre, but he can’t deny how careless he’s been with you these last few months.
Not that you’d know, but his men have intercepted five people who’ve tried to kill you, take you – or worse.
All just to get to him.
He can’t leave you in the wide open world like this. He can’t let you be at risk. Not because of him.
So, that night, his heart in his mouth as he commands his men to “Find (Y/N). Bring them to me.” Vincent awaits your arrival.
And, eventually, he hears you. Clamouring in the halls outside his office, screaming and fighting. Resisting.
Vincent can’t help but crack a smile, knowing how defiant you are – how stubborn you can be in your method.
As the heavy footsteps of his men come to a stop outside his door, your screeching is blunted only by the thick wood.
And, doors open, here you are, shoved into the room.
Your captor revealed.
You look at him with what you could construed as almost-neutrality, your bewilderment a damper to your anger, your fear.
“Vincent,” you say, breathless. You take a staggering step towards him. His men take a step towards you, reaching for weapons concealed by their coats.
Vincent raises a hand, and they retract.
He looks at you.
His eyes are filled with nothing less than adulation, misplaced happiness in a situation you view as dire.
“Sit,” he tells you, casting a glance to the seat before his desk.
With little else you can do, you obey.
And your world begins to unravel.
Vincent, in the lamest, most gentle of terms, explains that he is “Not who you thought I was,” – that he does “More for a living than make vases and luxury dishware.”
“I,” he says, watching your eyes carefully, glassy and holding no less potential for terror. “Am the Marquis.”
Vincent stands, and when he sees you flinch, something in him withers. Hurts.
He shoves it aside.
“I am responsible for making sure that the right outcome is brought to the right people.”
His hands behind his back, pacing the length of your field of sight, he swallows.
You’re judging him now. In a way you never had, you’re judging him.
His desire to display how grandiose his lifestyle is doesn’t seem so forthcoming anymore, hiding, shy.
This is more difficult than he anticipated.
“What does that mean ?” you say, voice tight and quiet.
Vincent’s fist clenches. He doesn’t want you like this. You should be happy he’s rescued you ! Albeit from threats you didn’t know pertained to you, but still !
“I’m…” he starts. His gaze wanders to his men, who, with perfect understanding, leave.
You almost don’t want them to go.
“I’m a reaper, of sorts,” he says. He draws closer, taking a step in your direction. You bite back the urge to flee.
“A face to a cause.”
When he doesn’t elaborate, instead watching you with what you think is scrutiny (but couldn’t be further from it), you ask, throat dry, hoarse from your screaming. Crying.
“What cause ?”
Vincent bites the inside of his lip. And, for the first time, he can feel himself cracking under your gaze.
You’re scared. He knows you are. He just wished he didn’t have to see it painted so blatantly on your features, downturned with grief should everything end on this night.
Where was your smile ? Your crinkled eyes, your sonorous laugh, your upturned lips ?
“I fix problems,” he says. There’s no way he can put his occupation lightly. “I used to do it with knives. Guns, a pencil, perhaps – whatever was at my disposal.”
He’s closer now, approaching. His arms are at his sides. And he stands before you.
You don’t want to look up. You want to look – be – anywhere but here.
But Vincent doesn’t let you.
“But now,” he says, and he gets to one knee. His hands trap you, on either of the arm rests of the chair. Yet he does not possess the face of one who is a captor, instead a mask of total capitulation to a feeling he couldn’t even begin to understand before you showed him.
“I do it with diplomacy. With people who are much better suited to that life than I.”
His voice is soft, quieter than before. There is a hint of a smile at his lips, pulling the corners, beginning the total eclipse of his eyes from full to crescent. An offset to the anxiety bubbling in his centre.
Your hands in your lap, he takes them in his, slowly, gently, fingers resting atop yours.
And he squeezes them.
Holds them. Just as he’d always wanted to.
“Why–” you swallow a sob, turn your head so you don’t let him see your face scrunch into the epitome of fright. “Why am I here…?”
Vincent’s lips part. His hand slips up to your jaw, urges you to look at him.
He’s forbearing. A butterfly.
Nothing like how his men handled you.
That in itself could almost convince you that he’s not such a bad guy. Even after all he’s told you.
“Because–” your face in his hand, he looks up into your eyes. Barely contained tears fill them.
“Because you’ll be safe with me,” he promises. There’s an unencumbered optimism in his eyes. A dangerous one at that.
“Because I can’t trust that my men can protect you when you’re so far away – alone – in the city.”
“What do you mean, Vincent ?!”
You don’t mean to snap. But since you’d just been kidnapped and the truth behind the matter is no clearer to you, you can’t help it.
Vincent almost seems to flinch, his eyes narrowing just for a second. He returns to you with his puppy stare.
“There are people out there who know who I am. What I do.”
He squeezes your hand again, his other still wrapped about your jaw.
“The problem now is that they know you, too.”
He swallows thickly, looking down for a split of a second. Guilt.
“And it’s my fault. I should’ve been more careful. Should’ve just left you alone, let you live your life…but I can’t undo that now.”
He laces his fingers between yours. And you’re too frazzled to refuse.
“What I can do, what I will do–” his hand comes to the point of your chin, holds it gently between his fingers like glass.
His gaze falls to your lips, and you try to ignore it.
“Is keep you safe. Here. With me.”
You’d have laughed if you didn’t believe everything he’d just said.
It all just made sense to you.
The lavish gifts, the people watching you that you hadn’t dared notice before because you’re just being paranoid. The hard glares Vincent would grant to all that passed you by in the rooms of higher society.
And now, everything shatters. You cry.
“Oh, non, mon Cher, don’t cry–” Vincent moves to wipe the tears from your cheeks, but you pull away. Retract from his kindness.
"You're insane–" you’re breathless, gasping between sobs
"Not insane.” VIncent tells you. He stands so he’s perfectly level with you, his eyes piercing yours. And, just as he had many times before in your presence, he smiles. Genuine and heartfelt. Then, a statement. A declaration.
“Just… in love.”
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Heyo! Love your recent post on the marquis de gramont. Could you do a one shot where the reader manages to escape yandere marquis and manages to hide in another country for a few months before the marquis confronts them in a motel they were hiding in
No Escape
Pairing: Yandere!Vincent De Gramont x Fem!Reader
TW: General Yandere Behavior, Toxic Relationship, Mentions of Stockholm Syndrome, Mentions of Imprisonment, Mentions of Codependency, Controlling Vincent, Panic Attack, Cursing, Arguing, Forced Kissing (At first), Happy Ending. Reblogs are greatly appreciated!
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It took you months to earn his trust, which he scarcely showcased to anyone. The months you pretended you were finally falling in love with him, with lovely words and tender affections that gradually lowered his guard with each passing day.
There were privileges that came with trust, which you soaked up like a sponge. He eventually permitted you to roam around the mansion without him or a bodyguard, which led to him permitting you to spend time outside within the gates. Finally, you were allowed to sleep in your room without someone monitoring your door during the night.
However, you ultimately reached a breaking point when you recognized one day that those affectionate words and acts had transformed into something more…sincere. You'd lay awake in your room, your mind racing at the prospect of succumbing to Stockholm Syndrome.
Your altered phone, gifted by Vincent, lay in pieces on the bedroom floor when you made your escape. You crept out under the beauty of the moonlight, and your efforts during the day allowed you to memorize Vincent's men's routine patrols. You wore only the clothing on your back and a little satchel containing your monthly allowance, which Vincent would give you as a reward for your good behavior. The hardest thing was climbing over the fence, but you made it out with only minor cuts. Despite the joy of finally experiencing independence, you couldn't shake the sadness in your heart. You couldn't help but think you were doing something wrong.
'It isn't love; it isn't love.' Throughout your entire voyage to Canada, you would repeat those words in your head like a broken record. When the landlord handed you the keys to your flat, you couldn't help but feel awful. When you received your new cell phone a week later, you resisted the urge to call him.
You missed him terribly and despised yourself for it.
A month has gone by, and you weren't any better off than you were a few weeks before. You did, however, have a job interview coming up in the next month, and you were pleased that you were making progress toward regaining independence. You even purchased a new cell phone for amusement purposes.
Vincent had certain expectations for you as his lover while you were imprisoned. He wanted you to be entirely reliant on him, letting him make decisions for you and requiring his permission to do everything or walk outdoors. He promised to take care of you, to make you want for nothing, and to give you the wedding of your dreams. However, beneath the surface, you became less and less of yourself.
Sitting on the edge of your bed, you couldn't help but wonder if you would have been happier at ho-Vincent's mansion. Your eyes threatened to shed tears as you glanced at the screen of your phone.
Vincent's number was illuminated in the darkness of your room, casting a chilling glow across your face. The call button begged you to merely press it in order to make amends.
You tapped the button and placed the phone to your ear with a nervous exhale. As the phone continued to ring, your eyes were wide and stared into space. As you waited for him to pick up, your heart was racing in your chest, and you nervously chewed your nail.
'He'll be mad...'
The thought occurred to you, and you immediately regretted making the phone call. You were aware that Vincent had a temper, and while he never took it out on you, you weren't immune to his stern lectures when you got in trouble, or how he destroyed his possessions in front of you. Even his patience with you can waver, and you weren't planning on finding out.
When the person on the other end of the line picked up the phone, you hurriedly hung up, unable to handle the sound of his voice. You tried taking a few deep breaths, but your heart refused to stop pounding rapidly as you stared down at the phone.
Within the first five seconds, your phone rang, and you felt your heart was about to stop. When Vincent's number came across your screen again, you screamed and threw the cellphone against the wall. Your phone was scattered in pieces on the carpet, similar to the altered phone you left at the mansion. You prayed to whatever higher power that the call wasn't long enough for Vincent to track it down.
"Fuck!" You exclaimed, rising from your bed and walking about your room, your hands grasping the sides of your head, attempting to stabilize yourself. "Fuck, fuck!"
You couldn't sleep that night.
You were strolling to your apartment, finally entering the elevator with a spring in your step. A month had gone by with no occurrences, and your concern was fading, with your confidence progressively taking its place.
The job interview went well, and you were hired at the local supermarket in the little town where you resided. It was extremely discreet, and you preferred it that way. Anything too extravagant would have drawn Vincent's attention, which was the last thing you needed.
When the doors reopened, you proceeded to head towards your apartment door, fishing out your keys from your satchel. Sorting through your keys, you unlocked the door and walked into the dark apartment, shutting the door behind you. You walked over to the wall, flicking on the lights.
The next thing you heard caused a chill to run down your spine.
"Did you enjoy your interview, chérie?" A familiar voice spoke, prompting you to press your back against the wall in panic.
Vincent stood in front of the window, his back to you, watching the beauty beyond the glass. His hands were in his pants pockets, and his posture was rigid.
"V-Vincent I-" You stuttered but came to a pause when Vincent turned to face you.
His brow furrowed, his eyes narrowed, and his big lips formed a stiff line. He was clearly furious with you, but he tried to remain calm.
"Do you have any idea how worried I was?" He demanded, taking a few steps closer to you. His stature was imposing, towering well over six feet tall, and you hoped he'd keep his distance.
You could only stay silent; your eyes were locked on him.
"Do you?" He asked once more, his tone becoming darker.
"I-I'm sorry, Vincent, I just-" Your mind was blank, unable to generate a suitable explanation. Your heart was attempting to burst from your chest, and your breathing was growing shaky.
How can you explain your mixed feelings to your kidnapper?
Vincent's patience was clearly wearing thin as he strode towards you, seizing your upper arms and dragging you close. He disregarded your terrified yelps as you struggled to keep your distance. However, because you were close to the wall, Vincent quickly trapped you against it. Your faces were barely a few inches apart, and you struggled to keep the warmth from flowing into your cheeks.
"How could you do something like this? I thought we were happy together and that you finally accepted our love! Why would you run away and scare me to death?!" He yelled, shaking your body somewhat as he spoke. "Do you understand what you put me through?!"
Suddenly, there was a fire that was ignited in your heart that you'd never felt before. All those months poured through you and you didn't think before you opened your mouth.
"What I put you through, what about me?! You kidnapped me and kept me inside your stupid mansion like I was some doll to do your bidding! How dare you stand there and act like you didn't hurt me first!"
Before he could reply, you continued, "But, I fucking love you! Even after everything, I still fell for you, and I hate myself for it! So, I ran! I ran away from you-"
You were cut short as Vincent yanked you into a kiss, his body crushing you against the wall. As you struggled, his arm curled around your waist, and the other gripped your hair to prevent you from pulling away.
However, the longer the kiss persisted, the less you struggled and ultimately succumbed to your predicament. He's kissed you several times before in the past, but this kiss was different. It was the first kiss where you two were finally on the same page.
You returned his kiss, your arms wrapping around his waist. He growled slightly into the kiss, drawing away slightly and planting a gentle kiss on your brow. You leaned against his chest, tears welling up in your eyes as you understood what had transpired.
Vincent brought his lips to your ear, his fingers twirling in your hair as he murmured darkly, "You will never do this again, do you hear me?"
His words sent shivers down your spine, full of ownership, and you knew your independence was gone. You softly agreed, allowing him to bring you closer to him in an embrace that was everything but sweet.
"You'll never escape me; I'll always find you." He murmured again, planting a firm kiss against your temple. "Always, chérie."
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The Ink Under Your Skin
Vincent De Gramont x Reader
Summary: Vincent wonders why you never wear short dresses, he assumed you were covered in scars so he didn't ask. But then, one evening he realizes just how wrong his assumption was.
He watched as you entered his office wearing another long-sleeved shirt with long pants. The only skin you showed was your neck and your decolletage.
Even if he longed to see more of your skin, he knew better than to ask.
The truth was that he absolutely adored you. Being the one to finish many missions for and with him the two of you grew even closer after John Wick.
And now, Vincent noticed the small things about you.
One was that he had never seen more of your skin revealed.
He figured you might have scars due to your line of work.
But he was dying to know more to see more of you.
He knew your flirting was only a game, but he wasn't sure anymore.
"Here is the coin you asked for and the extra." you said as you placed a briefcase on his desk.
"Perfect. Merci." he said and you only nodded as he checked everything.
Everything was perfect, yet again.
"Do you have anything else for me? Or can I go home?"
"Go home, rest for a bit. I have an event coming up, you are invited. The event will be the opening of the new Continental."
"Oh, lovely, I shall go then. Will you text me the details?"
"I don't expect you to come as a member of my... ring. More as a date."
"Date?" now that caught you off guard but then you smiled and gave him a nod. "Alright, I'll make sure to wear something nice."
"And short." he said immediately and you looked at him in the eyes.
"Nice and short, you got it. Then, wear that black suit I like so much."
"I'll be sure to impress. The opening is tomorrow. I'll pick you up."
On your way out, you made sure to sway your hips just a little bit more.
Only to impress him.
And he was impressed.
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The next morning you received a text saying Vincent would be there to pick you up at 5pm.
You knew how sharp he was, so you knew better than to waste time.
You picked out your favourite short dress and got into the bath.
You did your hair, make-up and finally, you were all done.
When your doorbell rang, you quickly gave yourself one last glance.
As soon as the door opened, Vincent's jaw hit the floor.
You looked stunning and now, he understood why you were always wearing long clothes.
You were covered in tattoos.
Almost every inch of your skin was covered by ink.
Various things were craved into your skin. Many resemble you as a person, your likings but Vincent also noticed a couple of achievements.
"Ready?" you asked as his eyes never stopped roaming your skin.
All he could do was simply nod.
On your way to the new hotel, you two sat at the back while his driver was focused on the road. You were looking out the window, looking at the people you passed when you suddenly felt his hand on your thigh. You looked at him but he wasn't looking at you. Instead, Vincent was focusing on his phone, so you let his hand stay near your knee.
All night, he kept staring at you, more than usual.
Normally you didn't care when people looked at you a certain way because of your tattoos.
But with Vincent, it did bother you.
You liked him.
Perhaps more than you should like a psycho like him.
But you weren't much better.
Working with him did rub off on you maybe in the wrong way.
But you liked working with him.
He was too charming for his own good.
And he definitely thought he was a lot more slik than he actually was.
He really thought he could be staring at you like that and you wouldn't notice.
But you did like to play dumb.
Men liked dumb women.
If you reveal to him that you knew about his attention all along, he would bail.
So, you played your part for as long as you could.
You stood out on the balcony, looking at New York when someone stepped beside you.
"Nice view."
"For me, New York is not that impressive."
"I wasn't talking about the city." Vincent said as his eyes roamed all over your body. "I never imagined you would have tattoos, let alone so many of them."
"Do you not like it?"
"I do." his reply was immediate, making all of your doubts fly out the window.
"I won't lie, I was a bit worried about your reaction."
"Why so?"
"People around us only have tattoos related to their work... I have my interests."
"Which is why I adore them even more." his hand moved to your forearm, letting his thumb run down the skin, he watched in adoration.
"I need to know Vincent." you spoke and looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. "I need to know if you are only interested in me so I would work for you."
"You already work for me. I don't need to seduce you in order to convince you to do things for me. I will say this, it is quite the opposite, I believed for a while that you were the one seducing me so that you could get more money perhaps. At least I know the money went to a good place." he said as his hand moved to your waist
"I'm getting a new one done next week." you smiled.
"Perfect." he whispered as he leaned down and his lips met yours in a short yet sweet kiss.
Who knew that the ink under your skin would be the breaking point for the two of you.
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Can you do SFW and NSFW head canons for John wick and the marquis from JW4?
John WICK and the Marquis Headcanons
A/N : ask bosk still open ! i hope you will like it, really enjoy writing that. Summary -Headcanons : SFW and NSFW. Characters : John Wick and The marquis (separately). Warnings : NSFW, Minors do not interact.
JOHN WICK
SFW:
With you he is such a gentleman. You are his soft spot, you mean everything for him. He will treat you as a princess because you really deserve it.
He has money, so he can and will buy you plenty gifts. He will return home with some present, flower, chocolate whatever you like.
Like physical touches, he likes to feeling you press to him, feelings your body and lips. He makes him feel in his safe place. You are his home.
So much protective toward you. He will definitely train you a little just in case. Be don't worry he will protect you with his life, with him around you, you are safe.
He calls you "princess", "sweetheart", "honey" and "doll."
John is a really good listener, sometimes he likes laying his head on your thigh in silence, enjoyin' your presence. He really loves massage on his head and body. Of course he will return these treatments to you.
John gives you so much attention, if you are with him for some years the question of marriage will comes.
You will have one or two dogs, medium or large dog. There are well trained, it reassures John if you are with your dogs, they keep you self.
NSFW :
Still really gentle in the bed, he will make sure that before him you got pleasure and. And only after he will come.
He will make sure that you feel good cill ask you "is that okay darling ?" or "did you like it?".
He loves to give pleasure, when he gives it he is so fucking concentrating to give you all the pleasure. Sometimes in he same time is masturbating himself.
He clearly makes noise, groan, "You are really damn good doll".
Like to see you in lingerie, will turning hard. Hearing you having pleasure will make him too hard.
He really likes to learn everything about you and your body, learning every part of your body and how to please you.
He doesn't have a high sex drive but when it comes be prepared because it can last thirty minutes or more like an hour.
Really love when you cum on him. Also, he likes to come in you.
Actually he doesn't fuck you. He makes love with you, it's an important difference for him. It's a proof of love.
Prefer position wich he can watch you, your face, watch your body perfectly.
The Marquis - Vincent de Gramont SFW:
He is so fucking protective toward you, sometimes he can get really jealous when someone his a little bit to close to you. He will pur on an arm around you to make sure everyone know that you are his and only his. He could be angst, so you have to remind him that's everything is okay.
He really like giving you kisses, especially french kiss or kisses on your neck. It was his way to show you his love.
He will call you "mon amour" or "mon coeur" or "Chérie". He know french gallantry and romantic.
When he sees you are the one, will ask you to marry him. He wants you to be his.
His money is yours. He let you use it as you want. To make you feel better when his a apart from you due to his business. He wants you to be safe and happy far from his…working world.
Sometimes He came home really angrily, but you, and only you can calm him down. Give him some attention, some kisses and he will feel better. Because you make him, feel better.
He really likes to take you from some date, dat at night, nice restaurant, museum? He can privatize what ever you like and want.
NSFW:
Be prepared to rough sex, he will never hurt you. But ..rough sex. You drive him crazy.
He really likes to receive, having a blowjob. He damn like that.
He will ask you to say that you are his. "Say how much your mine," "Shout my name when you come." He groans a lot, but he will make sure that you will scream his name of pleasure.
Really likes doggy style or having mirrors around, to see you both having sex.
Loves fingering you, and also loves to see you give yourself pleasure, he will really enjoy the view.
He will clearly dominate you. He will make on your body gently marks to show that you are his, likes hickeys.
Likes to often have sex with you.
He will make you beg for him, teasing you a lot. "Say it, say it how much you want me ma belle". He will overstimulated you, waiting for you to ask, to beggin' him to stop.
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John Wick MasterList
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By: @chloe-skywalker
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Main Masterlist
John Wick:
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All fics are NSFW/18+ unless stated otherwise
Marquis de Gramont
The Hourglass
Sole-Mates
Fully Charged
Tangerine
Cigarettes During Sex
John Carver
Turfucken
Mark Hoffman
Unravel
Frank/Adam Barrett (Abigail)
Pull Some Strings
NSFW Alphabet
Fuck Around, Find Out
Reflection
Time is Money
Occupied
Herr König
The Birds and the Bees
Qimir
The Pupil
Mr Reed
Forbidden Fruit
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Aaron Taylor-Johnson X Reader - boat trip one shot
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something wrong with me and you
Pairing: Marquis Vincent de Gramont x afab!reader. No use of Y/N
Word Count: 1.6K
Warnings: smut. slightly dub/con, including spanking, teasing, making the other beg, etc. Minors do not interact. +18 rating.
Author's note: who knew me going to the movie theater to watch john wick 4 was going to bring my fic writing era back from the dead lmao, maybe I'll finish other fics I abandoned along the way
I do not consent to any of my work being reposted on other websites.
At first, it was a night like any other.
Until he showed up, deciding that on this evening you were worthy of his time.
His lips reached closer to the shell of your ear while you struggled to hold in a sigh. He’d been at it for hours, tentatively running his nose on your neck, poking for a show of weakness on your part.
And you knew you were at the precipice of failure. The relentlessness of his continuous challenges made an inevitable dent in your resolve to deprive him of his wishes.
"I can give you everything, mon amour”, his full body pressed you down onto the mattress, fingers gripping your inner thighs, “everything you could ever want and more."
At this point, this had become a bit of a habit of his. Speaking these infamous words every single time you were with him. To the point of annoyance.
Be it in the low lights during a theater performance, in the middle of a crowded restaurant, or - as you were now - in his bed, draped in nothing but luxurious jewelry and the expensive silk of his sheets. It seemed he had become fixated on tantalizing you with unreachable realities.
"Isn't that what you want, darling?", he teased with a playful smile, just before nibbling your shoulder, teeth sinking into your skin followed by the soothing of his tongue.
His pleasure in the act of mocking you was palpable, even more so when you were at a point of nearly squirming underneath him, "It is no shame to admit it", he continued, "don't you want to be all mine?".
You could no longer hold it in anymore, fighting power running out.
A shaky nearly broken moan left your lips along with a tremble through your body, and you threw your head back as his left hand found your waist. The right one lowering down smoothly - from your waist to your thigh, teasing the idea of doing something about the mess he created - before moving on, with a caress, all the way to your calf.
His hand settled, wrapped around your ankle, as he moved away from you, getting up from the four-post bed.
You were about to voice disappointment when you felt a tug on your ankles.
A surprise noise was once again dragged out of you as Vincent yanked you closer to the end of the bed, where he stood.
His once perfectly pressed shirt hung open. The slicked hair was now messy as a result of the good work from your fingers, both in the back of the limousine and on the elevator that took you both to the upper levels of his home.
Still pliant from all the effort he had put into making you putty in his hands, you lifted yourself up on your forearms, noting the harness of his length, which he had been rubbing against you ever since before you left the private dining room.
You were often fascinated by how the regality of his every move seemed impossible to rattle, even on the most heated nights.
A person could easily mistake the coldness of his stare to believe it meant indifference, after all, the Marquis de Gramont was a hard man to impress.
But you knew better.
You’d seen him beyond his title, his wealth, his ruthlessness.
And he had seen you.
His eyes almost twinkled from pent-up desire and as if he couldn’t help himself, he forcefully grabbed your chin, bringing your lips ever closer
Merely an inch separated you from the kiss that would soon follow.
Though before you could seal the deal, you became entranced by the sight of him licking his lips and the raspy whisper that followed.
"Say it to me. Say that you want to be my little marchioness. I can't give you what you want unless you say it."
You couldn't help but reach forward, your teeth sinking on his lower lip, making him hiss. Both of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in place.
A smirk on your lips was inevitable, "Who's doing the begging now?"
That would just about do the trick on him, his body stiffening immediately and you braced for what would soon follow.
“Well, the night is not over is it?”
He admired your defiance in the face of his authority. How most times, even if you stood before him deprived of a single stitch of clothing, you were still able to look him in the eyes, as if you held all the cards. As if he couldn’t - or wouldn’t - ever harm you in any significant way.
Refusing to back down, teasing him to react first.
Admit it first.
To say just how much he wanted you.
How much he craved for you. How he woke up and thought of you. How much he wished he was inside you all day, every day.
And sometimes, even more dangerously, how he saw a particular painting and thought of you. Wondered if you would like it. Played out in his head how he was going to tell you all about it and then show it to you. The same had been happening a lot with clothes. Gowns he saw and only pictured how you’d look wearing them, and the way he would go about getting them off later.
The look you gave him during dinner while sipping on the most expensive wine from his private collection…It was enough to make him want to stop the world. Bend you over the table and fuck you until you pleaded with him to let you finish.
Tonight, however, he was tired of your games. Vincent was no longer interested in making you squirm, he wanted to make you scream.
If you refused to admit your obvious desire when he was being so nice, he was going to make you beg out loud.
He flipped you around, sturdy hands on either side of you forcing you to go on all fours for him. Aware that you hated not seeing his face while he took you.
For a moment, he basked in that power.
Of how despite all your fight, your snark, your feigned indifference when he spent weeks without seeing you and suddenly turned up at your door, you were still pliable to his will.
One of his large hands maneuvered to make sure you couldn’t switch positions, holding your neck in place. The cold metal of his ring tingling against your skin. Demanding that you stare forward, towards the headboard, stealing from you even the mere possibility of catching a glimpse at what he was about to do.
A slap came down hard on your ass, earning him a choked gasp. His hand soothed the now pained spot for a second before another slap soon followed. And then continued his motions, one after another until you lost track of how many spanks you had gotten. Being only mildly aware of the prickling of your skin, and more consumed by the wetness dripping from your core.
A whine ripped through you as he finally placed his thumb on your pussy, caressing you thoroughly.
“Fuck…”, you muttered a satisfied near-sob.
“Mmmm…not yet, mon amour”, Vincent teased, “unless you’re ready to beg for it.”
He splayed his hand on your lower back, moving you closer to his cock, and you held your breath as you felt him gripping his length behind you.
“Are you ready, darling? Are you ready to beg for me?”
“Yes!”, you mewled, nearly adding a “please” after.
You knew he was shaking his head at you, “It is truly a pity you have not spoken the correct words.”
You hissed as he grazed the head of his cock on your entrance, teasing but not making any moves towards pushing inside.
Vincent smiled, if you wanted him you’d have to say it, and he knew you were close to breaking.
“F-uck, fuck, okay”, you relented, backing yourself up further against him, “please…please…fuck me, I can’t…I-I want you, I need you so fucking bad.”
He wanted to resist you, as you had resisted him. He wished he could.
Vincent liked to think of himself as a man with enough resolve to spare, but that was always a challenge when it came to you.
When he said he would give you whatever you wanted, you thought it was a tease, a joke, a lie. You were wrong.
Not another sigh from you was needed to make him plunge his cock inside you and set a fiery pace, embracing your warmth as he moved one hand toward your nipples, pinching them so hard you started screaming.
Time lost all meaning, and sounds felt far away as he pounded inside you, setting a relentless pace.
Neither of you spoke, but both panted in pleasure.
One of your hands reached out towards his own, the one that is holding your neck, intertwining your fingers in a way that allows you to finally move your head back towards him.
Searching for his lips.
Unable to deny you any longer - and consumed by his own desire - he complied. Draping himself closer and closer, as if he wanted to consume you fully. Covering your body with his own, devouring your mouth with vigor, until neither of you can hold on.
You’ve deprived each other for too long.
He waits for you to finish, a wave of ecstasy ripping through you, as he fucks you even harder, chasing his own release with a shout.
He soon lays down on top of you, and in your lightheadedness, your fingers intertwine with each other.
Holding on for as long as you can.
Unaware of the great lengths the Marquis will go to make you, his.
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Coat
It has been a really long time since I posted something on tumblr. This was made from the bottom of my heart since I don't want to work, but I have to because I have to pay my bills *sad*. Here it is, I hope you guys like it.
Marquis Vincent de Gramont x f!reader
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You take off your high heels and put it on the side. Your socks still cling to your feet. You were walking through your bedroom. Feeling the cold ties below you. You look around the fancy apartment, searching for Vincent.
You told him that you wanted to meet him to talk about something, which he did not reply as he seemed to be sulking at you because you were too busy with your work these days. He felt like you neglected him and yes, you have to admit that it is true.
This month was the last month of your contract. Your company wanted to extend it. However, you on the other hand, was not keen on the idea. You just worked there because you have bills to pay. It's not like it is your dream job or something. You just have to work because you need money. But all of it has changed since Vincent entered your life.
That tall handsome man with expensive suits managed to entered your life somehow, despite all the differences between the two of you. It has been a year since you met him. You still remember your first meeting with him. Your company was known to be a technological company who offered a course for a middle aged workers who happens to be lost in this digital era. And it turns out that your boss was an acquaintance of him.
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You met him at the company's party. Which he attended and surprisingly you were invited too. Later, you found out that the reason that you and some of the workers were invited was just because of their good looks.
It was clear that everyone who attended this party was out of your league. You were glad that you were not overdressed, however it seems like it was a good idea to search for fresh air for a moment.
You were greeted by a cold air once you opened the glass door. Now you regretted choosing this type of dress where there is a low cut on your chest and a puffy shoulders. Which now make you felt cold. Even if you had a long skirt, it did not help a lot because your feet still have goosebumps.
Maybe it was not a good idea to step out here. However, going back in is not a pleasant idea either because you really loves solitude.
"You must be cold in that dress" Said someone behind you.
"Thanks for stating the obvious" you turned your head, wanted to see who was talking with you now.
"You're most welcome" He said with a smug smile on his oh-so-handsome face. You could see his face as he stood next to you. His tall body towering you even with those high heels on. You can tell that everyone here has expensive suits. However, his was seemed to be on a whole different level. His hair was styled neatly, making his forehead visible. Those long legs bent a little as he was talking to you.
"I am sorry if I interrupt your space here" You said with the intention of returning his rudeness.
"No problem" He said as he just standing beside you. You both were just standing there without talking, but it was not a comfortable silence when you see the scenery in front of you and he was just standing there while looking at you, making you felt agitated.
I mean should he introduce himself first since he was the one who interrupted your space?
"My mom said it was rude to just stare and not introducing myself. So Y/n" You introduce yourself first since you know he did not plan on introducing himself first.
"Marquis Vincent de Gramont" well that explains the accent.
"What should I call you?"
"Vincent would be fine"
You actually wanted to just enjoy your time here alone. However, this tall person did not support your idea as he kept staring at you.
"Do you perhaps needs something?" You asked politely.
"Yes"
"Is it possible for me to help you?"
"No"
"Okay"
"I need a coat actually because it is cold here. And from what we have seen here, it seems like you dont have any coat at your disposal"
He was just being a brat.
"Forgive me for not being able to fulfill the things that you need" You said sarcastically.
"That's fine actually, you don't need to feel bad" He said playing along with you.
"You are so ungentlemanly" You said while looking at his face.
"That was my sex appeal"
"…"
You are just keep staring at anywhere but him, but those eyes still clings into you somehow. You pretend like he did not have any affect on you. As if those green eyes did not make your face burning.
"It seems like you have felt warmer somehow" He could see that your face turns redder than before. You open your mouth to say something, but your brain just freeze, so you closed your mouth. Then, you can feel someone coming, you saw someone in a black suit walking closer. You looked at Vincent while he just looking at you. Clearly did not care about the guy who was approaching you.
"Sir" The guy is the black suit gave him a white coat. He take it without looking at that guy, he did not even say thank you. His eyes were locked on you. He put the coat around you. You knitted your eyebrows. So when he said he needed a coat he meant this? For you? When did he even get it?
"Searching for a fresh air in the middle of a party where you meet a tall handsome stranger, then he gave you a coat. What could be more cliché than that?" You just stare at him in dazzlement. Literally don't know what to say. He was delighted when he saw your reaction.
"See you later" And then he left. Just like that. Leaving you all speechless. You don't even say thank you to him.
It was such a scene from a movie, however he did not ask your contact or something that could keep both of you stay connected. But somehow, he managed to find you again and make another cliché moments with you until both of you were officially a couple.
Now that you are in your apartmrnt with Vincent. You called out his name, but no one answered. You thought that he might not come since he was still mad at you, so when you saw that there is a 6'4" man sitting at the couch in front of the plasma TV you were a bit surprised.
Here is the sulking man sitting there without any intention to move or answering you. He was in his usual three piece suits. His sleek hair was pushed to the back making his forehead could be seen. He was leaning to the couch, his elbow is on the arm rest while his fingers is on his forehead. Seems like someone was bored and angry.
"Well, hello there" You greeted him while you sat next to him. You've got no response from him.
"Did you wait too long?" He was still silent.
You wrapped your hands around his arms. He swayed a little but he held himself from doing so.
"I have a news that I would like to share with you" You tried to be clingy at him, batting your eyelashes as you soften your voice. He seems to be insterested as his eyes were looking at you.
"What is it?" Oh! It speaks!
"You must be pleased to hear it" he arched his eyebrows, waiting for your next words.
"I am no longer working because my contract has ended" You were looking at him in the eyes while you said that. You could see the glimmer in his eyes as you said those words.
"WelI, I have you all to myself then" He said as he starts to wrap his arms around you. His body which seemed to be unmoved was now moving to you.
"What do you mean? I'm always yours" You said with the smile on your lips. You could tell that he was amused when his lips turned into a smile too.
"I like where this conversation is going" he studied your face as you look at him.
"I see that you are now unemployed. Now I hired you as my Personal Assistant"
"Is this serious?"
"Deadly serious. Now come on" He held your hand as he guided you through the front door.
"Where are we going?" You realized that he has changed now, back then he was just dragging you around anywhere by your arms or wrist. Now he he did not do that anymore, he held your hands and pull you with him slowly.
"Your first job, darling. We are going to Paris" he said with a lopsided grin on his face. You could tell that he was no longer mad at you.
"I haven't even packed my things"
"You don't have to do that, it's fine"
"We haven't signed the contract yet"
"There is no contract, you are already a permanent workers" Now you know that he was just joking.
"Wait, my shoes" You are now in front of your apartment without any shoes on. The height difference between you and him are now palpable as he walked in long strides and your short feet need to catch up to them.
"You don't need those shoes"
"It seems more like a kidnapping than a work"
"Either way you love it" his smile got wider as he said that.
"Tu es un morveuse mais heureusement je t'aime" He said smugly.
(You're a brat, but luckily I love you)
"Speak English" You protested.
"Oh wait je t'aime means i love you, right?"
"I don't know. What do you think?" He asked back.
"You should teach me more French"
"Say 'je veux te baiser'"
(I want to fuck you)
He said that with a glint on his eyes and a smirked that fully morphed on his lips. He was still looking at you while walking. Really waiting for you to say those words.
"I got a feeling that somehow it was not the right thing to say"
And just like that you are now on a plane to Paris. You currently have nothing to worry about. The days of having to get up early in the morning to pay your bills were gone. The man beside you could take care of that as his outfit right now costs even more than your salary in one year even with bonuses on.
*fin*
Yes! I fell deeply in love with bill. By the way, I apologize if the French was wrong because I use google translate:). I hope to see you again in my next writing soon. Until then, take care.
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So in your Yandere Vincent de Gramont Headcanons
do you think he eventually talked his girlfriend/boyfriend round to have a proper relationship?
Honestly, that all depends on how strong your will is when rejecting Vincent's advances. He's the image of a gentleman with enough money to build another planet if he wanted to, so to have you resist giving in to his grandiose acts of love are, from his point of view, beyond frustrating.
So, if you ever did agree to enter a proper, requited relationship with him, he's absolutely ecstatic. Has to resist the urge to throw a party in honour of this momentous occasion.
Just be warned that, if you thought he was down bad before, you've seen nothing yet. The lengths of his exponential need to keep you close and safe multiply by unfathomable measures the second you've willingly taken him as your partner.
God help the person who discovers this after getting a bit too close to you.
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I’m having a bit of bill skarsgård brain rot, lmaooo. Can you do a yandere alphabet for the marquis from John wick
Yandere Alphabet - Vincent de Gramont
TW: Yandere themes, Mentions of Torture, Mentions of Arguments, Stalking, Kidnapping, Forced-Marriage, Spankings as Punishment, Overprotective Vincent, Controlling Vincent
A/N: Please inform me if I did not tag something correctly. Please know the difference between fictional and reality. While fictional, these types of relationships are extremely toxic, especially in real-life. If your relationship is showcasing these toxic behaviors, please seek help from someone to get out safely. Reblogs are heavily appreciated!!
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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Vincent's love languages are gift giving and acts of service. He's used to money and connections being the answer for everything and that includes how he shows his affections for you. It would be very intense, he would practically shower you in riches if you allowed him. Whatever you wanted was yours and he has the means of making it happen.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Vincent is all about efficiency. Whatever directly concerns his darling, he would need it to be handled immediately with little to no waste, effort, or energy. He would have his men handle it or deal with it himself, it depends on the situation. He dislikes messes, however, if someone were to kidnap you, harm you, or touch you, it would be a different story.
If you were harmed, he would return it ten-fold. Remember the scene between him and Nobody with a knife to the hand? Yes, he's willing to get messy for that. If his men are handling it, he would watch and enjoy it.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
Once abducted, he would treat you like royality, since you're his sweet darling. No, he wouldn't mock you because that's childish in his eyes. He understands it is a difficult situation, but he would expect you to adapt sooner rather than later. He can only be patient for so long.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
There are many things he wouldn't allow you to do with the sole purpose of protecting you. You'll have to ask for his permission for many of these things, but he isn't unreasonable. If you want to go shopping, take a walk, there's must always be someone with you. You'll either be escorted by him or his men when he's busy. Your privacy will become nonexistent.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
Vincent would be closed off in the beginning, he would need to trust you completely before he can open his heart to his darling. However, once he trusts his darling completely, he will open up about many things, however he will keep things from you. For instance, he wouldn't want his darling involved with his "occupation" and the things he's done. His vulnerability is strong when he completely trusts you, he's not against telling you his feelings.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
Vincent can be patient and might even find his darling fighting back amusing. However, that patience can slip away very easily if the fighting persists. He would feel somewhat betrayed from his darling's behavior. He risked your safety to have you in his life and home and this is how you repay him?
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
No, this is not a game to him and he takes it very seriously. Again, he risked your safety to have you in his life, the risk of someone using you against him. He may find his darling trying to escape humorous during the first few attempts, but it would be in your best interest to quit. He won't find it humorous anymore.
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
His darling's worst experiences with him would be his outbursts and controlling behavior. Vincent's patience only goes a certain way until he explodes. Fighting against him would result in him yelling at you angrily and breaking things. For example, when Vincent broke his phone after speaking with Nobody. I believe that Vincent would break things when he's angry or overstimulated enough.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
Vincent wants to experience everything with his darling. His darling is his significant other, therefore he envisions marrying his darling and having children to continue the next generation. He'll force you to marry him if he has to.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
He can be extremely jealous, however it is not because of insecurity. He doesn't like anyone thinking they have a chance with his darling without going through him first. He doesn't need to cope being the Marquis, he can have that person killed if he wanted and it will happen. Yes, he will lash out in his own way.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
He's extremely protective and affectionate with his darling. He can be charming when he wants, hand kisses, arm around the waist, gentle caresses, he will do it all for his darling. His darling always has his attention, even if he's busy. If you're on his good side, it's all romantic.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
Vincent would do things behind the scenes, make his darling think they have a secret admirer, which is true. He would secretly send you romantic letters and expensive gifts. He would have his men secretly follow you around and get information to bring back to him. He wants to learn everything about you and prepare before abducting you.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Absolutely, Vincent would be completely different with others compared to his darling. His darling is the only one that gets the sweet side of him while he remains aloof with others.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
He would take away rights everytime you go against him. For instance, you would no longer be allowed to leave the mansion anymore, no matter how many times you try to appease him. He would need to see improvement first. Plus, he's not against putting his darling over his knee and spanking you until you're red.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
He would take away some rights from his darling and his darling would need to have his approval for things. For instance, you're not allowed in the kitchens or leaving the mansion without him or a bodyguard and your personal belongings are always monitored. For your protection of course ❤️
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
Well, he would have a little more patience with his darling than with others. He'll let his darling off easily the first few times, but it would quickly change because he would assume that his darling is being ungrateful and disrespecting him and his wishes.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
Absolutely not. Vincent would never be able to move on if something happened to you. If you died, he would remain heartbroken for the rest of his life. If you escape, that'd a different story, you will return to him.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
He would never feel guilty for kidnapping his darling and it never crossed his mind that what he did was wrong. He has individuals killed for a living, kidnapping his darling wouldn't be any different. He would simply try to make you understand that what he did was necessary. He would never let his darling go, you would have to kill him first.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
I would assume his childhood and the things he deals with as the Marquis. He's used to having everything he wants, call him spoiled.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
Vincent would feel disappointed about your behavior, especially when this is a reoccurring problem. However, he still loves you and would want to fix this as soon as possible. He would try to comfort you as much as he knew how. If you were upset about being restrained to the mansion, he'll take you outside. He would explain to you that this was only for your protection and he only wanted the best for you.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
Vincent isn't sadistic, at least towards his darling and values their feelings. He actually likes communication, you can be open with him about anything because he prefers your honesty than lying and disobeying him.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
He's used to getting what he wanted and gaining his complete trust would give his darling advantages. He would let his darling have more privileges and his darling can use that in an effort to escape. However, his trust is a long process so you'll need to play the waiting game. Be obedient and docile and you'll have him eating from your palm.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
No.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
He absolutely loves his darling and willing to do anything for them. He'll buy anything you want if it meant gaining your affections. He has money and connections, he'll make it happen.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
He'll pine for his darling for a few months, gaining information on them and preparing his home for his darling's arrival before he snaps. Whenever he wants something, he has to have it soon or now. Again, he's spoiled.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
Yes, he would.
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Freedom, or not
Vincent de Gramont x Female Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Talk about illegality, invasion of privacy, power imbalance, swearing.
WORD COUNT : 1.8k
Summary: You do your studies in Lille's city. Suddenly, Vincent come to visit you. But, you know that it’s gonna be bad.
Thank you to @murasakispace for the correction.
Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/
Friday, your lessons were over. You left class with your friends, happy to have finished your group project for the semester. You wanted to go out for a drink to celebrate. Your second MASTER was over. You and your friends were so happy. You were on your way to a café, when a black limousine stopped in front of you. Its window rolled down and you saw a familiar face. He wore black glasses and had immaculate hair.
"Good evening, Miss Y/N." You knew why he was there. You knew who weas in the car and who was waiting for you. You gazed at your friends and sighed. They knew your situation and shrugged their shoulders with a broken smile. The driver continued to focus on you. "Sir waits you at..."
"The back. I know. Thank you Simon."
He replied you with a nod and pulled up the window. You gave them a little wave and smile to reassure them. They replied you with a "Salut !" and you got into the car to join the man you never wanted to see again: Vincent. He was dressed in a blue and purple checked three-piece suit. The envy of laughing at this extravagant costume overcame you. Although, you had to remain as neutral as possible so as not to start another argument. If he was here, it was because he had something important to tell you. You sat down in front of him, seriously.
These five years far away from him had done you the most good. You remembered the last time where you saw him. It was in Paris, at a dinner to celebrate his diploma. His parents had been so proud of him. Now, he was working with his father. It seemed that Monsieur was too lazy to continue his studies.
"So, are you going to speak up at some point?" he said, irritated. You had been watching from the window since you got into the limousine. The driver had the time to leave Lille and get on the motorway. It was normal for him to feel insulted. You turned your head towards him.
"It depends. If you tell me what you want."
"Chérie, we have two hours ahead of us. We have the time to come to the main issue."
"All the more reason not to talk to you. And I'm not your 'chérie'." His fists clenched. You knew he hated that. He sighed.
"You have not changed. Always so frank, serious and boring." His words were like spikes, piercing you to the core. He knew how hurt you were. Even though you were not supposed to show your feelings under any circumstances.
You looked out the window again. "And you, always so contemptuous and arrogant."
He smiled. "That's normal. It's part of my charm."
"Your charm. Mon cul, oui." You thought. Trees and houses were marching in front of you. A few minutes later, you realised that you were leaving the Lille area. "Where are you taking me?" you asked him.
"Are you only asking me that now?" he replied with a grin. "This is a surprise."
"You know that I don't like it."
"Yes, I know. That’s why I’m making you one."
You sighed. "You annoy me." He smiled, proud of himself. And it was only been an hour since you had left the city. "Is it far away?" you asked him.
"The destination ? Not really." He picked up his cup of coffee and he drank a sip.
"So, are we almost there? I have a lot of work to do."
"It will wait."
It will wait? You refused. You broke your back to be the best in your class. You did everything you could to show your father the leader you’d be if you took over his business. And this man said it as if there were more important things to do. Outraged, you grabbed your PC and started working on your project.
He gazed at you and sighed. "So, you don't want to talk to me."
"I would rather work." Your fingers tapped the keyboard quickly and you were so focused on your work that you lost track of time. The car pulled up and Simon opened the door. You lifted your head. "Are we there yet?"
"A few minutes ago." Vincent got out of the vehicle. You joined him and discovered where he had taken you. The great glass pyramid of the Louvre stood proudly before you. It was not the first time you had seen it. He reached out to you, waiting for you to grasp it.
"Will my fiancé please accompany me on this visit?" You gazed at his hand, then at Vincent and walked towards the main entrance without taking his hand, which was waiting for yours. He closed it, clenching his fist. "Alright." he said, annoyed.
You walked along the long corridors of the museum, observing at the paintings and statues. You stopped in front of Le Sacre de Napoléon by Jacques-Louis David. To admire it for the umpteenth time. You loved everything about this painting, the brushstrokes, the colours, the lights. It captivated you.
"Wonderful, no?" Vincent told you, next to you.
"Yes. Wonderful." You answered, stars in your eyes. "Did you know that Napoleon’s mother was not present at the son's coronation?" You asked him.
"Yes and that is why Napoleon the First asked the painter to install it."
You gazed him, surprised. "Finally, you know something."
"Why? Did you doubt it?"
"Sometimes." You continued down the long, high corridor.
After a few minutes, you saw a table. Vincent invited you to sit down. You looked around before moving to one of the two chairs. A butler came and served you tea, cakes were in front of you. Your fiancé took two teaspoons of sugar and mixed it into the tea. You decided to take the lead.
"Why did you bring me here?"
"You don't beat around the bush." he said you with a little grin. "We need to talk about..."
"If it's about the marriage, I'll stop you. Your father always reminding me." you cut him off. He laughed.
"It was not in my mind to talk about it. I just wanted to spend some time with my fiancée."
"And about what? Business?"
"Oh, you know how to talk to me, Bébé."
"Don't. Call. Me. Like. This." you said, enraged.
"Wow! Calm down! It was a joke."
"It wasn't fun." You sighed and took your cup of tea to drink. You observed at a few paintings while your fiancé talked. For almost an hour, he only talked about his business with his father. But one thing caught your attention: your father's business. Vincent knew a lot about it. Even a little too.
"Working with your father gives us something extra."
You fixed. "What do you mean?" you said, confused. He put down his cup and crossed his legs.
"The illegal art market is not very well known, only the richest have access to. But that’s what gives it its charm and power. Doing business with your father is always a pleasure."
You stood up suddenly. "An illegal market?" you exclaimed. You knew nothing of your father’s activities or of his relationship with the Marquis. Although, you did know one thing: art is above all a passion and pure. That's what your father taught you. Your father would never have tolerated this. Vincent watched you, intrigued.
"What?"
"What? What! Tu te rends compte de ce que tu viens de dire ?"
"Judging by your reaction, I see your father didn’t tell you."
It was right. Your father didn't tell you anything about his business. At the same time, you had gone to another town, a two-hour drive from Paris. So, you didn't know much.
"My father? Doing that? That's impossible..." you murmured.
"If you weren’t so far from Paris, you might know the latest."
You glared at him. You remembered why you had gone to Lille. You didn’t want to hear him, see him, or even feel him. You didn't want to listen to this guy who was going to be your husband. Just thinking about it mad you want to throw up. He took a sip of his tea when you said:
"Maybe if you didn’t exist, I could live my little quiet life by my side."
His jaw clenched. He hated it when you said things like that. It touched his ego. He put his cup down violently. "Because you think I’m happy to marry a woman as boring as you?" Now, it was your turn to go mad. You stood up quickly and walked towards one of the museum's many corridors. Vincent sighed and followed you.
"Y/N!"
He called you, but you didn't care. You were so angry when you heard him. Suddenly, his hand grabbed your handle. You turned in front of him, violently. You were standing in front of La Liberté guidant le peuple by Eugène Delacroix.
"What? Are you gonna ask me again why I’m angry? Why am I reacting like this? Or are you gonna ask me why I'm running away?"
"I..."
"No! Don't talk! I’m talking here!"
He took a breath and folded his arms. You continued to speak. "I was very happy to be in Lille. Happy to be doing something with my life. And just for what? A job. A fucking job that I know I may never achieve." You took a breath, before continuing. "And you... You’re back in my life after two fucking years. Two fucking years of doing what I wanted, going to parties, making friends and studying what I wanted. I was free!" His eyes widened. He wanted to speak but no words came out. "Do you understand, now? Your mere presence reminds me that I could never be happy!"
"And for me? Don’t you think I feel the same way?"
You smiled. "It's different for you. You’ve always accepted what your father told you to do. Like a good boy to his daddy!"
"Don't talk about my father like that! Did those girls you hang out with teach you that vocabulary? I should have kept a better eye on your entourage!"
Your eyes widened. What? Did he spy on you and your friends? "Unbelievable. You were spying on me!"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because you're my fiancée!"
"Et alors ? That's not a reason!"
"For me, si !"
A bodyguard suddenly interrupted you. "Sir."
"What?" you said together. For the first time, you agreed on the same thing. Which surprised you. The man in the corstard scraped his throat before he spoke. It smelled bad all that stuff.
"Sorry to bother you, but…"
"Talk!" Vincent shouted.
"I have to inform you that your father is dead."
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Translate French - English :
MASTER : degree after 5 years of study.
Salut ! : Hi!
Monsieur : Sir
Chérie : Darling
Mon cul, oui : My ass.
Bébé : Baby
Tu te rends compte de ce que tu viens de dire ? : Do you realize what you just said?
Et alors ? : So what?
Si ! : Yes!
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I Would *Love* an NSFW alphabet for
Duncan Idaho (dune)
marquis (John wick)
NSFW Alphabet
A/N: It’s looooong very long haha be prepared. Sorry for the delay and if sometimes I didn't write that much, two characters is long haha. Hope you appreciate it ! Forgive my english mistakes dear. ✨✨
Characters : Duncan Idaho (Dune) and The Marquis (John Wick)
Warning NSFW
Duncan Idaho
A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
Oh good he is so much in care. He will thanks you, giving you lot of hug and ask if you need anything, water ? eat? Whatever you want be sure I will give you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
He is really proud of his body, his musculature like he really works hard for it. if you compliment it he will be very happy.
Your thigh, like he really love that, touching it ect. And he also love your handzs tey are so sooooft he he loves it so much.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He prefered to cum on you like breeding kinks, he really love the fact of you caring his childs. And he doesn't want to make a big mess, so prefered in you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He wants to fuck your thight, like having his dick surrounded by your thights. Please let him doing that, because one day he will ask you if he can doing that to you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
He is not really THAT expirimented but Duncan knows what he is doing and he doesn't hesitate to ask you if everything is alright.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary, so he can look all over your body and kiss you. He really do appreciate that he can also whisper and says to you some words.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Clearly not serious, makes somes jokes with you but he will also flirt with you so much. He likes so much to teasing and flirting with you.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Oh he have lot of hairs he is really groomed particulary on his arms and legs. He is like a little bear.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Very very intimate, he really do likes to show to you his affections and how much he loves you.
J= Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He doesn't really masturbate himself like alone, he prefered to shared his love for you with you. He will only doing it if it been a moment that you doesn't see each others because he will miss you very much.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Like the breeding kinks, it clearly what he want the most, like cuming in you and gives you his semence in the hope that one day you will caring his kids.
L= Location (favorite places to do the do)
His favorite is definitely the bedroom. But you have propably making love with you on other place like the living room.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Tell him how much you loved him, and how much you have desire for him and you will be quick in the bed. Sometimes you didi innocent things but for him it feels hot.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
Anything that can hurt you more than spanking or choking and nothing with others fluids thant your cum.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
GIVING; he really likes to eat you. Trust his tongue he will gives you pleasure for sure. He didn't mind if you gives him of course but prefered so much to gives.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and
sensual? etc.)
Really depends on the mood, but most of the times he is really slow and sensual with you. Like for him he is making love not fucking you, that's an important difference for him.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how
often, etc.)
Not a big fan of quickies, he really prefers to take the time with you. He can doing it only if both of you are really really horny.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
No, he doesn't want to take risk or somethings. For him it's intimate and doesn't have to be 'shared'. He likes it on the private place.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Good stamina he can go for 2 rounds. With him one rounds is approximatively 30 minutes or an hour.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He actually didn't have toys he is not familiar with them, but if you ask him to add this in your sexuality he will not say no.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He really likes to tease you but not too much. Like it's a little game for him.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He is very loud, he moans and gruns a lot. He wants to make sure that you know how much he loves you.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the
character)
Duncan do really like the idea of you wearing something of his, like a shirt of somethings. He finds it very sexy and hot that how much it's oversize for you.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
Like he is not that much long but big, but clearly more than the average.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Like pretty good, he is not horny like everytime but he will love to makes out with you like two times in the week minimum.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep)
He will waits that you fall asleep and after he will go to sleep too.
The marquis
A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
He will make sure that you feel good and comfortable. Of course a hug and some kisses. Put some of your hairs behind your ear and whispering you some words of love.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
YOUR ASS. Driving him crazy. Like if you walk in front of him he will looks a lot… A LOT. So he likes touching it, squeeze it.
And he really also like a lot your hands. He likes holding it and kissing, it’s maybe a romantic side of him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Obviously he likes to cum in you but je really do like a lot to cum on you. He doesn’t care if it can be a mess. He really love the views to you and his cum on your beautiful body.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
D.o.mi.n.a.t.e him, he wants to knows how it feels. Like every time he id dominant, possessive but in the bed he want to explore another things. And play says to him naughty things, in the bed or not. He fucking like that.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
I think he have some experiences, so you cant count on him for that. He knows and understands quickly how to give you pleasure.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Doggystyle for sure. He god he loves see your ass move because of his backstroke. He will takes gentle your hairs into one of his hands, pulling them a little bit.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Most of the timed he is serious in the moment, but well he wouldn’t mind from some jokes in the bed. But this is not very often.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He is not really groomed, he just have groomed under his belly and around his manhood. But that is not messy, he didn’t want his groomed to be messy right here.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Like despite what he represents, with you he is very romantic. The french romantism. But despite some romantic affections he wan be rough in the bed. Even if he degrades you, being rough ect… He is still that romantic. But if you ask it he can be more gentle and romantic in the bed.
J= Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Sometimes he is far from you but he is still horny, he wants you. So he will tell you like texting you how much he wants you and start to masturbate himself while exchanging horny text with you. ++ if you sense him intimate pictures. He will cum and thinks how much he would like to having you with him.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Mirrors. Oh god he likes that. He can see you in many angle as he fucks you. He fucking love that, so a pleasant view for him.
L= Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bed and sofa for sure. But you have probably fucked on every surface of his place and yours
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
If you have lingering on you, or having a big tee-shirt and juste under a little culotte. Oh you can be sure that it will turning him on. Like he will watching you with a hungry looks, even if you not doing something, you just walk ? Be sure he wills looking at you, your butt, your thigh. He can’t watch something else.
Talk naughty to himmmmm. He likes that so much, you being very naughty, saying to him how much you want him. And he is quickly yours to makes you scream his name.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
Not hurting you, no blood or things like that. He can be rough but never want that. I will refuse.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Receiving, he really like having you on your knees, his dick in your mouth and looking at him. Feeling how good your mouth taste, your hands on his balls. Oh damn he loves thats. Seeing your face like that while gently caressing your hairs. And the fact that he can receive in so many different places, he enjoys it.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and
sensual? etc.)
Rough most of the times, but slow. He gives a big coup of hips but he is slowly he will just accelerate to his own pleasure. He really like to feel all of you, your inside, arounds his dick. And he really wants to push it as deep as he can.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how
often, etc.)
Like he is not completely against that. Sometimes he will doing somes quickies. Bit he still prefers to not be. So he will giving your oral and receive a blowjobs. He preferes theses things to did for quickies. Or just if both of you are really horny he will kiss you deeply, see how much you are wet and put quickly his dick inside you, he wills ruins you faster, giving you quick and deep coup on your insides.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He doesn’t really care about risks. He didn’t really have experiment that but if he have with you an opportunity he wouldn’t minds. If you are a little more worried he will says "we don’t care if people seeing us. They just have to looked away". In reality he will makes sure that you are okay to experiment that with him.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Like in fact he have a good stamina, he cant stay for a very long time with you. He is little bit wild. He can go for 3-4 rounds if he is really
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He have a vibrator that he buy for you. So he clearly don't mind to used it on you when you are making loves, he do anything to add pleasure for you. He did'nt have toy from him and didn't really want one.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Oh he loves teasing you, most of the times. He is a real teaser, so I will continue until you beggin him to touch you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He is loud yeah, he will moans on your ear. He won't stop to making sounds and says to you dirty talk. Sometimes he do his best to stop making sounds just to heard you. Because he really likes that.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the
character)
Seeing you in lingerie is so much a turning on for him. He can't looks away from you. he loves so much your body, your shapes. Your body is so perfefct for him.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
It's more large than the average. So yeah long but not htat much girthy.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
High sex drives, not his fault you are so hot for him. He is very horny for you. Maybe like 3-4 in a week.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep)
Waits you for falling asleep, he is a softie. And when you will fall asleep he will waits a little before sleeps too.
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Can you do an NSFW one shot where the marquis from jw4 gets jealous so he shows the reader that she’s his?
Fancy night
A/N : I hope you will like it ! Sorry takes me some time to write. Maybe some mistakes english is not my mother tongue ! Summary ONE SHOT : The marquis takes you to a fest, a rich one and he see somes man being a little bit to much close to you, het gets jealous and want to show you that your are his and only his. Characters : Vincent de Gramont from John Wick 4 Warning : NSFW
You were both in Paris, you start to get ready to go to this fancy fest. You have a beautiful dress that He bought for you, a dress from a great designer. He waits for you outside patiently, when you finally finish and leave the bathroom he looks at you up and down with a smile on his face.
"You look very stunning mon amour" He still got a smile on his face You thanks him with a soft and gentle kiss, he give you back a little kiss and lead you outside. One of its drivers will take you to the place of this fest. He puts one of his hands behind your back and walk with you inside.
When they enter into the place of the fest, a palace. Everything looks great, beautiful. You watch at all the crowd, a person immediately offers to both of you a champagne. You thanks the waiter. Vincent, and you walk more in to have a place to discuss. You stay here for a moment.
« Well mon amour, I have to speak business with some people here. » Vincent says while caressing your cheeks.
« Alright, I will talk to some people and keep myself busy » You answer to him
He stoles you a soft kiss, he nods a little.
« I will be back soon I promise »
He says before walk away in the direction of a little group of people.
You look at him walking away from you. You smile and look around. You go take some little things to eat and sit in one of the chairs. After a little moment, some people approach you and start to talk with you. There’s two men and a woman.
« Can we sit with you? » ask one of the mans.
« Yes, sure you can » you answer with a smile on your face.
You start to talk with them, they introduce themselves and you did the same. Having small talks, one of the men made many jokes and makes you laugh many times. This does not escape for Vincent, he sees your beautiful smile and your soft laugh. He has his eyes on you as long as he can. He continues to discuss business and know when he can he will rush on your direction because he feels…. Something in his heart… yes that’s strange feelings in his heart… he is damn jealous. Because you are his and he finds himself very possessive towards you. He sees this man being a little too much closer with you, like he is not in reality that closely, but not for the Marquis.
When the Marquis finish his business things he walks, with speed, in your direction. As the same times you chuckles, amused by the conversation. When suddlenly you feel two hands on your shoulders, you look up and see your man just behind you. You smiles at him and he gives you the same smile. But you see he seems…. Tensed.
« I am back, mon coeur » he says while looking at the man in front of you.
« Yeah glad you are back. I was talking with them » you say with a smile
« I see » He answered
His touched on you was very possessive while he caress your arm.
« you don’t me if I take her from you ? » he asked to the people with you.
« No no of course, it was a pleasure Y/N ! » the man say.
« Pleasure shared ! » you say back.
You stand up and Vincent put on of his hands behind you. He mumbles, you can’t even really heard him.
« Business is good ? » you ask gently.
« Hm yes it is » he answered less tenses
You understand quickly the reason of his close face. You chuckle a little. You stay here for a little more moment to enjoy the fest and return home. Despite the fact that you were just the two of us he still acts possessive towards you, make sure that people around can understand that you are HIS.
When you arrived home, you enter first and remove your shoes. He closes the door behind him, do the same and approach you.
« I think you do need a little reminder… » he got a smirks on his face.
« Ah ? Really? » You looks at him, approaching you
You make few steps back as he continues to approach. He arrives close to you and guides you to push you gently on the sofa.
« You need to feel, understand that you are mine. And only mine. I want people heard you that »
He approach his face to yours, being on the top of you. You put your arm around his neck.
« I am all yours honey, you know that » You smiles to him.
« I want more »
His face is a few inches of yours, he start kissing your neck. His mouth was close to your ear, you can feel his warm breath on your earlobe.
« I will make you shout my name Y/N»
You give him a kiss on his neck, he continues to kiss you, one of his hands traces your jawline. He smirks at you and begin to undress you, after he will undress himself. You can see that he is really hard for you. He continues to giving you kisses on your neck; bite it a little bit. One of his hand explore your chest and your breath ans returns to your neck, et grab it gently but possessive. You caress the back of his body, exploring all his body. You gives him a kiss in his lips, a really passionate kiss while your and his tongue dance a little bit. Her kiss was hungry, hungry of you. He will trace with his hand to your chest into your clitoris.
« Already wet ? » He say; a big smirks on his face.
« How to not be with someones like you? » You answere giving him back his smirks.
He have big smirks on his face. He start masturbates you while kissing you on your neck. He want to make sure that you have pleasure. But tease you a little when he sees thats you begin to moan a lot he slower his movement.
« Moans my name, I want you to come and say my name ! » He says when he approach his face to yours. He bite a little your earlobe.
With his dick he tease your entrance while continue to masturbate you.
« Vincent…. It so good… I will come »
« And you will come » he answer giving you a kiss on her neck.
You finally shouted out his name when you came, he let you catch you breath a little and take your hand, put them up to your head and grab your wristle with one of his hand. Making him in a possessive and dominant position towards you. He enters in you, at first he is slow while you continue to catch your breath. You giving a kiss, passionate and loving. The kiss was hungry of more and he makes him loose control, he start to fuck you; roughly but make sure to not hurting you.
« Mon dieu…. You are so fucking good. You are so perfect » He says and continues his movement.
He bites you gently on the neck, putting kisses on your breast, licking your nipples. With his free hand he caress your thighs.
« your drives me crazy, you are fucking mine and only mine » He says with a rough voice.
« And I will always be » You answer
He rest his head on your neck, keeping the postions to fuck you. He changes sometimes the rythm to not come to quickly. After a moment he is close, really close. He kissing you and let go your hands. He se retire de toi and start to stroke himself. His breath start to be really heavy. You caress his body and give him some kisses. With his free hand he put your hairs away of your face.
« I will come on your beautiful body mon amour »
You nods with a smiles, agreeing and loving his proposition. He finally came on you, making his sperm on your breast, and your belly. His takes a deep breath, he thanks you with a kiss.
« You are so beautiful with my cum on you, I love it. You really do looks like mine » He smiles and caress your cheek.
« I have to be the most beautiful and perfect for you love »
After a little moment he gives you his hands and walk with you in the direction of the shower.
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John Wick Masterlist
John Wick
Fics:
Your Protector - Yandere!John Wick x Fem!Reader
Headcanons:
Yandere Alphabet - G/n!Reader
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Vincent de Gramont
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No Escape - Yandere!Vincent De Gramont x Fem!Reader
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Yandere Alphabet - G/n!Reader
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