#vincent(darling)

[chris-prank]

Their reactions to this: Friend: So what is your type (reader)? Reader: Traumatized men with fat tits that have breeding kinks.

I love how it goes from angst to silly to angst again 😇

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Vincent paused the audio that he had secretly recorded and looked down at his chest with his mouth agape. It's as if, despite his delusions running deep, something had cracked inside him.

“I wasn’t their perfect type all along…” He muttered, his pupils shrinking as he bit hard on the nail of his thumb.

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Upon overhearing your conversation, Esteban swiftly pulled his phone out of his pocket and called a Hermes store he had on speed dial, the number being squished between ones of Givenchy, Louis Vuitton and the likes.

“Hi, could you put under my name all of your new skin tight shirts, please. I’m sure you have my size in your little computer.” The man spoke with ease, unbothered by his exaggerated requests, “and have them ready before 4pm. I have to put on display my best assets tonight, you see.”

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Atlas, who has been diligently standing at your side as you shopped with your friend, snapped his head in your direction upon hearing your answer. He couldn’t believe that your “friend” dared ask that while he was right there! But it didn’t matter at the moment as he pulled at the rim of your sleeve, activating his artificial lacrimal glands to raise the probability of winning your sympathy.

“Will you dispose of me if you find someone like that?” His voices glitched as sincere emotions of inadequacy bubbled to the surface, “I-I don’t want to be thrash again…”

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Martin almost choked on his beer after hearing your words. He couldn’t deny that he was glad that he seemed to fit your requirements, even if the word choices still caught him off guard.

“You know I’m always free when you want sweetheart.” He shouted from across the bar counter, giving you a teasing smile in the process.

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Jacce didn’t waste a second as he shoved the bag full of croissants in the clients hands and told Pierre to take over the cafe while he went on a small break. Locking himself in the bathroom, he grasped his chest and tried to steady his breathing, but to no avail.

“T-they'll accept me! I just kn-know it now!”

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Vincent and Atlas being in the small chest team 😔

[wombywoo]

ⓥ

[dollielament]

Sagittarius Birthdays🎉🎉🎉🎉

this was fun to make, I’ll be doing one for each sign ^_^

Characters Used (from top left to down)

Vincent Casper - The Princess in the Mirror

Dia Akedia - Court of Darkness

Jude Jazza - Ikemen Villains

Solomon - Obey Me

Shingen Takeda - Ikemen Sengoku

Luke - Darling Pet

Byron Wagner - Midnight Cinderella

Adolphe - Virche Evermore

Shin - Amnesia

Roger Barrel - Ikemen Villains

Idia Shroud - Twisted Wonderland

Kirigakure Hotaru - Samurai Love Ballad Party

Tyril I Lister - Even if Tempest

Luke Pearce - Tears of Themis

Rook Hunt - Twisted Wonderland

Takeda Shingen - Samurai Love Ballad Party

Harr Silver - Ikemen Revolution

[qep0ermint]

A few of those characters that I like

[sandypuppet]

Me when all the listener art I can find portrays every listener as women

Love my fellow Redacted fans, but I'm on my knees begging for a nb!listener or m!listener drawing

[starscabaret]

Southern Gothic Yandere! Vincent HeadCanons ✧.*

pairing: yandere! Vincent x fem reader 

summary: yandere! Vincent’s freaky side, no full sex, just some habits he would have 

warnings: nsfw, sexual content, etc

authors note: I need him so bad, it is a bit kinky please give feedbackkkk 

yandere! vincent doesn’t accept pecks or cheek kisses, he has to invade and own your mouth he needs to taste you

yandere! vincent always has his hand at the small of your back his hand fits perfectly there almost as if your body was made for him it was

yandere! vincent’s dick starts to throb and leak whenever you call him vinny only you can call him that

yandere! vincent demands that you sit in his lap at every oppurtunity 

yandere! vincent loves when you are the little spoon so he can rub his throbbing dick on your ass like an animal in heat

yandere! vincent tells you to show him what panties you are wearing before he drives you somewhere he won’t be

yandere! vincent stands behind you pressed up against you while using his big hands to grope your breast and pinching your nipples “Relax.” he whispers. You immediately relax into him just like he wants

yandere! vincent will grope you every night you sleep together. He needs to feel you. Feel what’s his, he makes sure to squeeze and cherish every part of his baby doll. He never forgets his nightly hole inspection. When he’s done he slides your panties back over his pussy. he seals the deal with a loving smooch over your cloth-covered pussy.

[sweet-as-an-angel]

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.”

[2-dsimp]

sooo how would Danny react to us cosplaying his favorite character???

totally not thirsty for him or anything.,.,.,.,..

Cw: Suggestive 🔞

You put Danny in emotional distress, as soon as you sent that picture. Like the poor simp was already socially awkward and blunt, so the Boss really didn’t know how to act around his team. While He’s crying genuine touched tears; sniffling, drooling, and sobbing all the while his bulge is shamelessly shooting straight for the stars.

His darling got him so happy and horny at the point to where his brain was rewired into feeling Hornappy. Unfortunately you got his hitman team suffering the aftermath of your generosity (especially Bjorn) in sending him a pic of you in his favorite character cosplay.

But best believe he’ll have a gift waiting for you when you come back into his loving arms. That would keep you up all night long.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price, Peter Lorre, and Boris Karloff -

The Raven (1963)

[ryn-halo26]

Sleepy poets

Andrew and Vincent are eepy

[romirola]

The Prince Shifter: A Redactedverse/Princess Bride AU (1/22)

Read the Prologue of The Prince Shifter on AO3 here!

Summary: To help Caleum wait out his first experience with Magical Depletion Syndrome, Gavin offers to read him a very special book, The Prince Shifter, a tale of fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, shifters, stealths, vampires, chases, escapes, true love, and miracles!

When Alexis, Princess of Dahlia, selects commoner shifter David Shaw to be her husband, his whole world is turned upside down. Wasn’t it bad enough that his mate, Angel, was lost at sea? To make matters worse, just as David resigns to his miserable fate to marry the royal vampire, a pack of three kidnap him and his cousin. But they’re no regular kidnappers: Asher is overcoming a traumatic past, Milo is devoted to tracking down his mother’s murderer for revenge, and Sweetheart is carrying a grave secret about Dahlia's political stability. Meanwhile, a mysterious, masked stranger complicates the kidnapping and "rightfully steals" away David. Before long, everyone finds themselves in the middle of a daring adventure as they put the bonds of their love to the ultimate test.

As always, any and all feedback is welcome and cherished. Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy!

More details under the cut!

Rating: T; WC: ~40K words across 22 chapters.

Characters: David, Angel, Asher, Babe, Milo, Sweetheart, Alexis, Quinn, Gavin, Freelancer, Caelum, Sam, Darling, Damien, Huxley, Lasko, Avior, Kody, Blake, Adam, Avior, Porter, Vincent, William, Marie, Gregory Keaton, Brachium, Morgan

Pairings: Angel/David, Asher/Babe, Milo/Sweetheart, Damien/Huxley, Sam/Darling, Freelancer/Gavin

Tags: AU, Fairytale, Romance, Love, Mate Bond, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Suspense, Adventure, Fluff, Friendship, Humor, Banter, Trust, Revenge, Duels, Torture, Escapes, Chases, Kidnapping, Nonconsensual Trancing, Rescues, Found Family, Bravery, Grief, Miracles, Healing Magic, Hope, Happy Ending, True Love, Framing Narrative, Adult Language, All Listener Characters are Gender-Neutral, Pack Feels

This story should come as no surprise to anyone. The Princess Bride is one of my favorite films. I adore all things Redactedverse. It was only a matter of time. For longer than I’d like to admit, I’ve been thinking about how to blend these two wonderful pieces. I humbly offer you, dear reader, the product of those thoughts.

Shoutout to @userkatekane for graciously creating art to accompany this story, which will be linked for each chapter. Follow them for amazing art!

Shoutout to @us3rnam3-r3dact3d for being so very supportive as I drafted the fic and suggesting the use of the Dread Pirate Keaton. Follow him for more fun Redacted content!

Shoutout to William Goldman for writing the film that inspired this fic!

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[chris-prank]

Yandere villain sidekick NSFW drabbles

CW: NSFW (obviously), sneaky masturbating while on a call, soft masochist, allusion of reader giving but also receiving and sub yandere

You can go check Dr. Seraph's Part 1 here! Since some of the things here will reference it!

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The more time went on after he had this special encounter with you, the more his imagination started to go into… naughty territories. At first he scolded himself for thinking such things about you, but slowly he started to accept his lewd fantasies as he timidly rubbed his bulge. In the end, pathetic whines escaped his lips while he rutted his closed dick into his palms, wishing you were the one touching him.

Dr.Seraph's not the type to be fighting on the field. Usually he is behind his computer or monitor, watching his inventions do the heavy work for him. At the very least he will use weapons that don't require hand to hand combat. Since Vincent uses intercoms to talk to you, nothing can stop him from doing other activities during fights. While he interacts with you, he sometimes pathetically strokes his dick, trying his best to keep down his moans.

You’re too busy anyway to hear his whimpers and if not, you just think his creations are connected to him in some way. He must be crying out in pain! 

Watching you destroy everything in your path, while groaning and flexing your perfect body makes him cum in a matter of seconds. You’re already so hot when you’re covered in sweat, he would kill to see you oiled u—WHO SAID THAT! 

I think we can all easily guess that this guy has a huge praise kink. Nothing can turn him on more than you whispering into his ear how much of a good and smart boy he is. 

Like I said before, Dr. Seraph is a bit of a masochist even if he doesn’t like to admit it. What he loves the most is if you go back to being soft right after you slap, spank or bite him. In his head it’s proof that no matter how many times you fought him, deep down you cared about him just like you do now. 

After pressing your foot on his cock, praise him and gently rub his length in a comforting way, that will make his eyes roll back.

Vincent loves feeling like he is being taken care of, so please take him in your arms while you ram yourself into him or bounce on his dick.

He wants to be close with you as much as he physically can, that being a result of his years of fighting you from afar. He especially relishes in nuzzling his head against you, whatever it be your stomach, your chest, etc. 

No matter the position, he prefers it when you are towering over him. He just wants to admire you in all your glory. 

He cries a lot during sex, his cock and prostate are just that sensitive.

Also very very shy while doing it. He might try to hide his face multiple times, especially if you do some dirty talk. You can use this to your advantage to do some light teasing. 

Despite Vincent being a very small guy, let's say that his dick compensates for it by being over average, measuring 7 inches when hard (yes he is indeed proud of it.)

He doesn’t talk much during sex, not that he isn’t vocal, quite the contrary. You will know he is enjoying it if he keeps making whimpers and moans. 

 It’s just that the pleasure makes it very difficult for him to put coherent phrases together. The most he can do is say two or three words at a time. 

Aftercare is a must! He really wants to be able to cuddle and relax in your arms when everything is done. It’s like the cherry on top for him, it brings everything together. 

If you were really rough with him he might fall asleep against you quickly, however it's not because he is unconscious that his arms will let you go out of his grasp. 

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[vampiresinthedaylight]

FINALLY saw conclave in theaters <3

[arrowfleur]

Redacted couples but condensed

Slight nsfw warning?

Milo and Sweetheart:

Hot flirty strangers

Shade 😟

Hot flirty couple

More shades 😧

Hot flirty couple 2.0

Sam and Darlin’:

I hate my ex but you’re cute. :)

Tragedy 😔.

Sex !🥳

An ex is back.

Tragedy 😔.

YEEHAW sex again!! 😝

Damien and Huxley:

You have a crush on them? I like them too that’s crazy!

Gets traumatised. 😞

You have a crush on me? I like you too that’s crazy!

Vega and warden:

I feel sympathetic for you so I’m going to help you.

No. I feel sympathetic for you so I’m going to help you 👹

😟

Aaron and Smartass:

Ugh my boss is so annoying (sexily)

Ugh my subordinate is so sexy (annoyingly)

We’re no longer coworkers…

SEX WOOHOOOOOO!!!

Guy and Honey:

And they were roommates 🙂

And they were roommates 😏

Vincent and Lovely

A Vampire?!?

A Vampire 😰

A Vampire 🤍

Vampires together 💅

Another Vampire 😰😫?!?!

[moondustwritesblog]

a role/race-swap imperium au wherein

the characters could hear a disembodied voice symbolizing a weeping eye named echo crying for what he’s about to do

slicer!starlight who almost gets blake’s threads cut from defending avior

gavin reluctantly going to iad with kody since it’s what he calls a “haven” for demons like him

them being at enforcer freelancer’s mercy, telling them that the president has a fascination with demons, hurts kody and gets separated from gavin

gavin reuniting with a badly bandaged huxley and a passed out lasko

academy president dear who splashes lasko to wake him up, treats huxley horribly, calls gavin by his demon name and him not knowing how to react or how they know. they take a liking to the demon as said by the freelancer

darling telling vega that they will never get out of this hell

tyrant royalty angel and their fire elemental consort damien who even is the empowered one feels a definite power imbalance between them

sam who gets turned against his will all over again

unepowered!david getting caught by talbot pack alpha!baabe, beta!sweetheart and unknowing stealth!milo and learning that asher and arden were killed by a vampire named tank (and their two lackeys, quinn and alexis)

vampires, lovely and treasure, hunting unempowered!vincent and porter

echo welcoming them back and hopes to not do this again

[cyberfangs1]

Valentine’s Day with Lucas & Vincent 💘

𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭:

𝐈𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲. 𝐇𝐞𝐬 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 (𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭) 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬:

𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲. 𝐈𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨)