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siren-sashimi · 1 year

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NSFW Alphabet with... Marquis Vincent de Gramont [Headcanons; Marquis Vincent de Gramont x reader]

contents and warning: 18+ smut content, dominant male partner, dirty talk, dominance play, oral sex,rough sex, emotional neglect, pain kink, anal sex, dub-con, foodplay, posessiveness (list is non-exhaustive, please tell me if anything is missing) If you’re sensitive to, squicked out, or triggered by any of those contents, these contents generally being unsuitable for you, please do not read any further! You have been warned!Preface: Certain aspects of your sex life can vary in intensity and care depending on how romantically involved you're with each other. Vincent is certainly the type for a mistress with no strings attached but if he would enter an actual relationship... he would be dedicated. Loyalty, sincerity, and vulnerability are seldom found in the world of assassins and crime. He's also an egoistic person who's used to get anything that money, power, and violence can possibly accomplish.

[A] Aftercare For casual hookups, Vincent would follow the bare minimum of etiquette: Cleaning you up, make sure you're okay to then head straight to the shower. In a serious relationship Vincent would be a bit awkward first. He'd follow the routine of checking on you, cleaning you up although he'd pay actual attention. While he would like to hold you in his arms or be held by you, he must learn to get comfortable with such intimacy first.

[B] Body Part (their favorite of theirs & their partner) The Marquis is quiet full of himself, isn't he? Who wouldn't be proud of his regal poise, a body made for fine fashion, impressive height, an elegant face? Oh he's too well aware of all his qualities. If there was any part of his on which Vincent could pin his vanity, it would properly be his torso he maintains with rigorous training, reflecting how disciplined he is with his training.

For his partner Vincent enjoys wrists and thighs. A wrist because it can be held so elegantly (maybe wearing a pretty watch or bracelet signaling to whom it's wearer belongs). Thighs because after all, he does have some basic instincts after all.

[C] Cum Even with a condom on, the Marquis is hesitant to cum when he's inside his partner. It feels too intimate, not even to mention the risk of children which is a delicate matter of heritage as well as security. Believe it or not, Vincent's cum doesn't taste bad. Nothing overwhelmingly great still his diet is quiet balanced, with many fresh fruits and vegetables, the exact amount of proteins needed for his training, which affects the taste of his cum. Vincent's preferred areas to cum on his partner are their chest or their face.

A little surprise when comes to serious partners: : Vincent enjoys overstimulating his partner after they came by licking his partner's cum from their thigh and intimate area. It's a little sign of prowess how long he can go on, and the defeated whimpers sound especially cute.

[D] Dirty Secret (for serious romantic partners) Wouldn't mind if his partner played a bit with his ass. Maybe some light fingering, maybe some rimming.... Sometimes when he's simultaneously hungry and horny, Vincent likes to fantasize about letting melted chocolate drip on him or on you, to lick it all up, or rile each other up by eating food suggestively... (side note: He watched "Tampopo" once, and that one food scene brought up ideas he wouldn't have had otherwise.)

[E] Experience C'mon, rich, good looks, sharp sense of style, ambitious, a need to be on top? The Marquis was never in any shortage of hookups. Sometimes Vincent has sex with someone or plays shortlived games for the endgoal of sex just to prove that he can really get anything he sets his eyes on. Most of the time Vincent will fuck in a way that gives the other the illusion of being entirely satisfied whereas it's actually all about the Marquis' pleasure.

Intimate sex is more difficult to Vincent. First, he has to get used to the idea to please another person, quarellig with the need for dominance. And talking about needs... no worries, Vincent's willing to take you seriously although, like everything in a relationship, some developments and understanding takes time...

[F] Favorite Position After workouts-training: Face off position, his partner on his lap, ideal for neck biting, messing with hair, tongue kisses. Or sitting with your back to him while sitting on his lap is nice to, great potential for controlling neck gripping. If you stretch your legs above your head... let's say if you can handle the impact, that's a bonus favourite position for him.

[G] Goofy (are they serious or humorous in bed) For some reason he doesn't strike me as someone who has a single humorous bone in him - except for Schadenfreude. Which will hopefully stay out of the bedroom.

[H] Hair Like everything on him, Vincent's pubic hair is well groomed as well. He usually shaves around the intimate area, rarely let's it grow than for a few milimeters.

[I] Intimacy Ooof... if you're just on the basis of casual hook-ups/no strings attached you can forget anything romantic or sweet. Certainly, there must be something about you Vincent finds intriguing enough to fuck again but your body is a mean through which he blows of stress by sex.

In a serious relationship... it's almost sweet the way you'll be touched. Whereas Vincent might not actively think about it, the entire moment until you actually have sex is much slower, appreciative of you in the way you can touch or watch the other's body. Sometimes foreplay like sucking on fingers or stimulation by hand and mouth can lead for one of you to climax already. That doesn't mean that rough sex is off the table but there's more eye contact during sex, and Vincent's pleasure isn't the center of sex anymore. In general touches, kisses, seduction feel more blissfully sensual.

[J] Jack - off (masturbation hc) Coldblooded enough to masturbate next to you, if you say you're not in the mood. Might even touch some parts he can reach if you lay next to him (and are okay with him touching you.) Otherwise, if you're around Vincent would much rather hit it off with you than jacking off. On his own Vincent masturbates maybe once or twice a week, more out of boredom than actual interest. Unless if he feels something for you. Fantasizing about you almost every evening increases his fap-rate to a daily occurrence.

[K] Kink Which one doesn't he have? First all, he phrase "sex is about power" definitely applies to the Marquis. Hence why being one of his casuals leaves you feeling cold.

♦ Dom-sub-dynamics are a given, they only intensify with the longer your sexual relationship goes on. ♦If you're into subbing (and are in a romantic relationship) you're in for a super erotic experience. The way the Marquis exudes authority, is full ideas how to make you grovel on your knees, make you beg to serve him what he wants. (Aftercare is surprisingly sweet. Even though Vincent might not say much, he holds you closely, coos how good you were for him, gives you forehead kisses, overall is present for you if you emerge from subspace.) (Ok, this is specific to French, if you adress him with "vous" and "Monsieur de Gramont" Vincent is guaranteed to give you the best dom experience you could ever wish for.) ♦Degradation. ♦ Sensory play/ over-stimulation. A more sadistic streak of Vincent's for which he tries to make you cum without fingering/handjob or penetration. Any sensitive part of your body will be toyed with until you cum. ♦If already in the act, Vincent mercilessly toys with other body parts of yours until you came. ♦ Bondage. ♦ Low key pain kink + breathplay if inflicted on his partner. Slapping, chocking, hair pulling, disciplining This one comes along the dom-sub play. Be assured, even as casual hook-up a clear "No!" will end it all. ♦ The following is a bit uncomfortable for casual hookups: He stops but then actually still try to debate with you if you really are sure if you don't like the kinks he proposed, still tries to convince you that you'd actually should try it. ♦ Low-Key praise kink. You'd think for a man who has it all, Vincent wouldn't need more affirmation. Yet... if you tell him how good he makes you feel, how handsome he is, any compliment, Vincent will double down to overstimulate you. ♦Likes to see his partner in luxury undergarments, even if it's unpractical, like body jewelry, or a body draped in fur. ♦Oh, and if you are his long term romantic partner.... you'll dragged to exclusive boutiques where he clads in the most luscious lingerie and body decor. ♦ Likes to stash pictures of you, curating a little gallery of you. Moments of your innocent day life, snapshots during sex, you naked wearing nothing but jewelry. Vincent even makes some polaroids of his for you, all without his face or signature decor for security reasons. Very tasteful stuff.

[L] Location Preferably somewhere secure like one of his homes, or rooms in the Continental. Even though he would enjoy something more risquée, Vincent is both suspicious of potential attacks, and too possessive to have anyone else see you. For hookups he casually checks out the surrounding location for a quick fuck. In the past the Marquis has declined potential partners on the basis that the area was too unpredictable.

[M] Motivation (turn ons etc) A certain shyness is charming to Vincent. He knows that he could have anyone with his wealth and looks, but a light chase keeps his senses sharp. You needing to be persuaded will make it more fun to teach you where your place is. You being casually seductive, in particular if you don't intend to, is hella cute to him. Like one garment showing more of your collarbone, or riding up your legs, when you brush your hair out of your face in that dreamy way, that exquisitely fitting perfume you put on this morning...

If you want to actively seduce him, wear things he bought for you, give him a casual peak of that chique luxury lingerie you chose together. A reminder that the Marquis has the duty properly take care of his property. Or play-act extra submissiveness while speaking in innuendos...

[N] NO (turn offs, deal breakers, things they wont do ever etc) Not exactly a turn-off but the Marquis doesn't like to be interrupted when he's busy/preoccupied with important matters. Please respect that strict boundary for his work. Even though it's something he automatically expects of you, it will subconsciously raise his appreciation for you. Barttiness is only cute to him when enacted as roleplay in the bedroom but outside of sex, even as method to dissuade him from work, Vincent reacts very aggressively to that kind of behavior. Vulgarity, lack of manners, lack of respect are all in the spectrum of things that get on his nerves quickly. His massive ego's sensitive to jokes on his expensive. Maybe if you know each other for longer, light jabs at some vain streaks of his are okay, if not a little funny. But jokes about his failures or things he's anxious about are a guarantee for his temper to flare up. In terms of sexual preference: Nothing that does leave permanent physical damage or anything involving excrements.

[O] Orgasm Denial (how do they do it, do they like it done to them) For casual partners: If they slip out something in the likes of "I'm close", Vincent ceases whatever he just did to revert to light petting -just so he has his partner begging.

For long term relationship: Studies what makes his partner cum, stimulates that spot carefully to then slow down to make you beg for him to make you come, preferably with his favourite method.. (And please beg nicely in coherent sentences, that jerk.) Are you in the mood for spanking? Then pull yourself away from him when he's close, leave him hanging. You called for it, you made him spank some discipline into you.

[P] Pace Depends on the situation. For quickies and casual sex, usually rough and merciless although he doesn't cum that quickly. A certain roughness remains even when he "makes love" although Vincent adapts to your current needs. Can go very slow and sensual.

[Q] Quickie (where, how often, do they like them) After training/missions to blow off the adrenaline rush. Or if work was especially ceaseless during the last few weeks. Then Vincent might grab you in the training hall, or in his private office to have his way. Hook-ups are happening close to where he met them.

Casual sex is nice but actually more functional. When Vincent likes you, blowing off steam will be more in form of blow- and handjobs. Vincent will reserve a full session when he's less preoccupied with work stuff.

[R] Risk (experiments, do they like pushing themselves/their s/o) Basically down for anything if you let him do it. Would never do something dangerous or seriously injury or damage you. But he will either ask or slowly push reasonable limits with kinks. So you need to be vocal about unease, Vincent will stop then.

[S] Stamina Quiet good. After all, the Marquis needs to stay in shape for combat so he's physically quiet enduring. Can easily go for three rounds in a row. With breaks five to six rounds in a night are also on the table.

[T] Toys (do they own any, do they use them, how often, where) A definite yes. Especially when he can use them on you, make you cum while barely touching you. Toys don't belong in Vincent's usual repertoire, he uses them mostly when in a sadistic mood.

Is okay with you using them when he's too busy. Although you shopped the toys together so Vincent knows exactly what satisfies you. Maybe take a snapshot of you playing with your toys, Vincent loves sexy pictures of you.

[U] Unfair (how do they tease) That man has such a need for dominance, playing hot and cold with your body is basically the starting point for sex. Sometimes, when in seemingly mundane situations he will whisper the filthiest stuff. you remaining all pent up while he leaves you standing around, him leaving for whatever his schedule demands for him. Or you two will get into heavy petting until Vincent stands up, demands you to pleasure him or touch yourself in way so he might consider if you're allowed to cum.

[V] Volume (how loud, what do they sound like, what sounds they make) Quiet vocal actually. During quickies Vincent suppresses a lot of noises, mostly hisses and growls lowly... But during sex he's chatty (a term he'd never use himself). If he isn't commanding you around, he's talking dirty. Only quiet when physically overpowering your, like holding your neck, or chocking, arranging your body in his desired position. Grunts almost animalistically when he cums.

[W] Wild Card (random NSFW hc) In the beginning he wasn't good at dirty talk. It was uncreative, a bit outworn with clichées. Until Vincent actually got interested in you he began to notice what picked your interest, what makes you squirm in general... then he put some effort in pondering how to best formulate this stuff in an erotic way.

[X] X - ray (what do they have going on under their clothes) A super fit body. Vincent might be an uber-rich prick but as a member of the High Table he constantly needs to keep up with skills. And regards of his penis... Above average length noticeable circumference. Has a beautiful shape with a slight upwards curve. Since Vincent is so thorough with his grooming, he cleans his penis properly too.

[Y] Yearning (how often to they think of sex, how long can they go without it etc) Not as often as his first impression gives off. While handsome and rich, Vincent's quiet preoccupied with his ambitions and duties, so thoughts about sex except for stress relief can take a tertiary place in his life by times. Can go without it for entire months, with a few relieving faps here and there. But if he was to fall for you... he would think about it at least every second evening. In case you're available (sort of a free use kink), Vincent would be in the mood every morning or evening on which scheduel allows him some free time.

[Z] Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep, do they snuggle, etc) Depends on the situation. If sex's a stress reliever, Vincent's likely gets a recovering effect from it. Cleans up, and goes on with his day. If he likes his hookup or is fresh in a relationship he might occasionally stay for a cigarette after sex. In a long term relationship Vincent goes through aftercare, then snuggles close to you. You might fall asleep sooner than him but after half an hour to an hour even he gives in, and falls asleep next to you.

#Marquis de Gramont x reader #Vincent de Gramont x reader #John Wick smut #long post #Marquis de Gramont smut HC

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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I cant get serial killer martha wayne who kills upper class pieces of shit

and I present you her alt name that she uses when she's on that : helen or troy because of the greek symbolism.

she who watches gotham city burn, how interesting that she's using deception to sneak the enemy into the walls this time and decieve them

That's not a serial killer that's a sanitation worker bestie

#also i kinda hc martha to be Russian so oof baba yaga symbolism #just the waynes being compared to the boogeyman gets to me its the john wick flavor in it #asks

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vindegramont · 25 days

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why the he/she pronouns? (ooc)

[ ooc ]

So basically it kind of started as a silly joke as “claiming” Vincent as one of the girls because I noticed r/JohnWick did not like him at all among other things; like how girlypop I saw her.

And then there was this post on reddit(r/JohnWick) and like then I saw and it just had the gears in my head start running again and obviously as a trans and queer person myself in real life, I was like itching for a reason to headcanon Vincent as trans even though there’s like zero evidence for me

Like I know OP made a mistake, but I immediately ran to tumblr to announce a new headcanon and yeah here we are. Tfem Marquis de Gramont. And yeah. It’s kind of spreading unconsciously with the people I interact with because I’ve noticed that people I know both in and out of Wickblr have been using he/she pronouns for the Marquis de Gramont. Lol even some of my irls use it from how much I talk about him.

— Evren

#( ooc )#rp account #john wick rp account #marquis vincent de gramont #john wick rp acc #canon character rp #trans hc #trans headcanon #transgender #he/she marquis de gramont #tfem hc #wickblr #wickblr headcanons

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deathtransformed · 5 months

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Believe or not, John Wick enjoys reading jokes and puns. Reading them makes his lips curl into a smile and sometimes, a soft chuckle comes out of his mouth. Though as much as he enjoys the jokes and the puns, John tend to have a rough time executing them. Yes, John Wick, a retired assassin wanted to deliver the best punchline to a joke or a pun but unfortunately just cannot seem to do it. Something that he could simply put a light blame on his features and probably his experience that he couldn't seem to have a different emotion on his face. It was a hidden frustration of his. But it was also something that somehow, Helen used to laugh at in the past. Despite the plain poker-faced delivery of his, Helen tend to laugh hard whenever he makes an attempt for it. Helen would laugh to the point that it brought tears on her eyes and John would simply watch her shoulders shakes as she goes into a fit of laughter. When Helen was hospitalized, he continued making her laugh. And when she could no longer laugh hard, she'd still chuckle at his jokes and puns despite his serious delivery. Even when Helen died, John tend to read jokes and puns in passing, keeping it in his arsenal besides enjoying a small moment of peace and reminding himself of Helen at the same time.

#hc: john wick

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fortheloveoffanfic · 2 years

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Do we want more Vamp!John for spooky season?

No?

That's okay, you're getting it anyway.

#john wick #keanu reeves #that anon that sent me that request for HCs does not know the trouble they started

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citrine-elephant · 1 year

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captain’s mention of zane leaving pandora for a black ops unit.

backstory headcanons aside to more headcanons,

what if the unit desperately wanted to kick him out because of his erratic behavior, but he was the top ranking in the class so they were forced to keep him. they just. really regretted their decision to bring him in (and probably would later) but... he’s just too goddamn good at this.

#borderlands #i do have the au/hc idea of the black ops unit just snatching pandorans who had good fighting skills #but still!#i... just watched a stupid video about john wick and... it's not tightly related #but it was a goofy video #... if i go with my idea of ma flynt having beef with baron... could... consider...#he's the reason why zane left?#look the idea of his brothers trying to get some cash and get rid of their annoying little brother makes sense to me

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remusmiro · 1 year

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i have thoughts about john wick, many i cant share. one that i can is he’s soooo transgender like he has top surgery scars. he does not have bottom surgery.

#will draw later #remusmiro #my post #john wick #keanu reeves #transgender #its just a hc idc if u disagree

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pink3princess · 6 months

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I’m in a little bit of a john wick mood for a limited time only so send in requests! (masterlist is pinned to my page if you wanna see some of my other stuff )

#john wick #john wick x reader #requests #requests open #john wick fluff #domestic john wick #john wick x you #john wick hc

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evren-sadwrn · 22 hours

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no one asked however i intend to keep this fanbase gay so here are my hcs again >_<

#caine sofia iosef and katia r all looking the same way #santino d’antonio #tracker (mr nobody)#caine jw #sofia al azwar #iosef tarasov #katia jw #john wick #wickblr #wickblr headcanons #lgbt headcanons #aspec #lesbian hc

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siren-sashimi · 8 months

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Hey, I had some questions about your marquis de gramont ballet fic

1: how does the reader do under Vincent’s tuleage

2: I know you said that chidi tries to know things about ballet to connect with the reader but does he ever make a move (I.e asking the reader out)? If so, does the reader reciprocate his feelings?

3: does Vincent ever find out about chidi’s crush? If so, does he support chidi or does he block him?

4: If he blocks chidi is it out of professional disdain (like “you’re both working with me, I don’t want you dating”) or is it because HE also feels something for the reader and wants to pursue them

Hello Anon! :D

Alright, the reader dating Chidi under Vincent's patronage was a separate story coming to my mind which might branch off from Hemimetabolism.

So generally, even without Vincent as romantic endgame, Vincent is very much someone who doesn't dish out favours without the work if he doesn't want to. And Vincent wants someone who does work for the money he pays and the prestige he gives them. Meaning, he sees a lot of potential in the reader but also demands them to overcome any restraints and doubts to give it their all. He wants the reader to focus and set clear goals. Casting choices, landing good spots is an easy exercise in influence for him. Actually it's not that bad to work in an artistic arrangement for him you're mostly left alone. But when demands to deliver you have to deliver in best form. So the reader is constantly labouring on, reflecting, ironing out details in their work. The thing is, it can mentally separate this protegée from their environment because they don't have to compete anymore against someone but only need improve for this man. And the oportunities he offers are amazing. Although be it, if Vincent wants to see you dance for the company in St. Petersburg the reader has to out all their effort to be worthy of St. Petersburg. At some point humoring Vincent becomes a runner because he's so enrapturing, he can easily outshine anything else in the reader's life.

Okay now to a plot bunny with Chidi. *rubs hands and cackles* As far as Chidi sees it both of you are employees under Vincent. While you might get a bit more pampered that treatment is more due to the nature of your job. In the end Vincent isn't too emotionally attached to any employee, loosing them is a mere loss of good staff. (Unless Vincent is personally more interested but that's another story. ;))

Let's say on the ocassions they meet Chidi isn't directly flirting, at least not with his boss present but he smiles at, compliments, and sometimes even makes little jokes with the reader. Intensity growing with each meeting. And it's nice. Nothing obtrusive but a relief to have someone be nice to a reader when they have to approach a very demanding Marquis de Gramont. Not that Chidi can't be nice to other people but he opens himself up because he is crushing on you. Only after you're noticeably easy going with him, he begins to flirt with you when you're on a coffee break, whenever Vincent happens to be in town.

On the reader's part it is all more a classical case of slowly building up romance with a a guy at work who seems nice enough to try going on a date with. Event though the work is on a shadier side life. Oh yeah, Chidi dating the reader is something needs to notice for a very long time. Again, Vincent is too absorbed in his own matters to spend much time thinking in any humane way about his employees. Maybe it takes such an obvious scene as him seeing Chidi hand you a bit bouquet backstage and kissing your cheek after a performance of yours.

Now, two outcomes: 1. If Vincent sees the reader purely as employed for "art for art's sake" then he might maybe sit the two of you down and make some things very clear. In the end he tolerates it more than he approves, afterall the reader could've dated anyone while under patronage, in this case it just happens to be Vincent's bloodhound. (Vincent just didn't think about it before.) The Marquis' demands are super invasive, during the talk the reader feels more like property than a person. The Marquis "allows" this relationship to happen under the condition that you remain "intact". Meaning: No injuries, no marks on stage (this is not the right moment to remind the Marquis that stage make up exists), no pregnancy, any personal drama shall not affect your performance, no romance related retirement for both of you. Chidi is less shaken by the speech than the reader is as he already lives a life under similar conditions, all submitted to the will of the Marquis de Gramont. Safe to say, while the incident of conditional speech is unnerving, Chidi and the reader can go on as usual.

2. Alternative if Vincent harbors a crush on the reader. Oh boy, does he become possessive. Chidi's very much used to Vincent's mercurial personality as well as living a life with the primary raison d'être: All for the will of the Marquis de Gramont. Vincent retaliates by first forbidding Chidi to see you (no explanation as to why,) even goes so far to switch the Myrmidone who accompanies him for cultural excursions. Chidi is very much unhappy about this but his life is so centered around the Marquis that his resistance lies only in a very honest letter to the reader. In which he writes that he's forbidden to see you, what he loves about you, how much he wishes for you prospering. Time by time Chidi is ever so romantic sending a bouquet anonymously. The reader knows it was him, the bouquets always bear at least one one of their favourite flowers.

It's not like as if Chidi doesn't suspect the Marquis acting out of personal impulse but it's not in their relationship to question the Marquis. At least Vincent is intelligent enough to pursue the reader under Chidi's notice. One has to keep their employees somewhat happy, aka not give them a reason to revolt or quitting the job. But Vincent could enter unsavory territory by explaining to the reader dating would ruin their performance (again, if he wasn't interested he would only care if relationships actually interfered with the reader's work) while slowly but surely dismantling the reader's defenses around him. Like invading their privacy more and more by having unnecessary personal meetings, sending the reader clothes and jewelry he wants to see the reader wearing for him on galas or charity events, secretly odering the costume staff to design the reader's costume in a way he likes to see on them. Vincent will also aggressively try to outmatch anyone nearing you. You were invited for a date? Ah, it just happens that Vincent would like to have a performance review. Someone showed interest in you? Their past dirt is dragged out without mercy. You privately show signs of unhappiness to be this lonely? Suddenly the Marquis de Gramont is personally at your doorstep and shows a previously unknown capability of attentiveness.

#Marquis de Gramont x reader #Marquis Vincent de Gramont x reader #Chidi x reader #John Wick reader insert hc #Lily's postal office

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iovesia · 11 months

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HIS BONNIE ON THE SIDE.

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. being in a relationship with dark!john wick through the years.

warnings. toxic relationship. nsfw. corruption kink. emotional manipulation. canon typical violence. gaslighting. not proof read.

pairings. dark!john wick ⠀𝒙⠀fem!reader.

josie’s note .⁺ ˖ ⌒ i love doing these little hcs (and also i've had no inspo for full length fics unfortunately </3). anyways, this is for my all my toxic!john wick enjoyers — hope you enjoy ♡ !!

#. requests are open. ⠀masterlist.⠀keanu reeves masterlist.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.

dark!young!john wick is so much more impulsive, especially when it comes to you. even though he’s only in his twenties, his name is rapidly spreading throughout the crime world. john's known for his ruthlessness and ambition— and you get to be the first to fall victim to both, and live.

john is a bit of an adrenaline junkie— loves the thrill of the chase. whenever you try to escape from him, he’s hot on your tail. this game of cat and mouse only makes catching you so much more fun.

his jealousy is worse when he’s younger (although it never really gets better). having been raised in the ruska roma (a desolate home, completely void of love and feelings), he’s projecting all his emotional turmoil onto you.

again, john was taught to wield the sharpest blades, and wield the heaviest of guns— but feelings… heart to hearts? he’s almost emotionally inept.

"thought you were too tired to go out," his voice makes you jump as you nearly drop your keys from your hands. you turn around, noticing him hiding behind your entrance door, lurking.

"i-i just went for a walk," you stammer. john's footsteps echo in your tiny apartment when he comes closer. towering over you at 6'1, you gaze upwards at your lover.

"yeah, i know. i saw you.. and him."

he’s fuming watching you get cozy and comfortable around other people, even if it’s just platonic. john wishes you were like that around him, and not so guarded and fearful.

and heaven forbid one of your male friends tried anything— anything. you’re devastated to see their photo splashed on the morning news the next day.

he’s possessive as all hell. working in crime syndicates and doing hits for the mob heightens his paranoia of something happening to you, so whenever possible, he keeps you under constant surveillance.

you frequently get into fights about this. even if you bring up the subject nicely, he damn near freaks out.

“i just want some space. i'm not even sure you trust me at all!” your hands flop to your sides frustratedly, eyes fluttering with exhaustion at the tiresome loop of this conversation.

“i'm not going anywhere, ever. you can be sure of that.”

young!john is so quick to react, too quick. your arguments can get ugly very fast. seeing him so explosive and agitated with you in contrast to his usual charming and cool nature grounds you in reality— he's a cold blooded killer, and he could if he wanted to...

speaking of killing, because of his job, he randomly disappears for weeks or months at a time.

you miss him so badly, but it’s not like you could call him or talk to him in any way, so you spend many sleepless nights wondering what the hell he’s doing. if he’s even alive.

don't even try to break up with him, or ghost him. younger john is not above kidnapping you— and even worse, pretending like it's your fault. you've been a bad girl, and now you've forced his hand :(

dark john wick is a manhandler! i'm speaking my truth! he’s just so much bigger than you, and stronger than you, sometimes he doesn’t even realise the brute of his strength against you.

he grabs your arm when dragging you somewhere, throws you over his shoulder, or when he’s feeling particularly passionate, just presses his fingers into your cheeks and pulls you in for a rough kiss.

"it's you and me, till the end. i meant it, you know that right?" john asks softly, his forehead gently pressed against yours, his dark irises searching yours for any semblance of understanding. you slowly nod, and try not to cry when he locks his lips with yours.

⠀⠀⠀

𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑.

dark!older!john wick is silent but deadly. having (somewhat) emotionally matured into his middle aged years, he’s more calculated, and logical when it comes to you.

less explosive and controlled by impulses, his ability to fill your innocent little heart with guilt is almost impressive.

“i’m sorry, john, please,” you wrap your arms around him from behind, your chest pressed against his back as you rest your chin on his shoulder . “i-i do trust you, i swear. how can i show you i do?”

while john’s face may well be presenting a hurt facade, he can’t ignore the growing bulge in his pants. your glassy doe eyes, quiet sniffles, and desperate need to want to be in his good graces again— who is he to pass up the opportunity?

even older, he is still so fiercely protective over you. he’s the infamous baba yaga, he’s not taking any chances. you’re damn near suffocated from how tight a leash he keeps you on.

when you keep resisting his “protection”— john is determined to make you see how much you need him. he’d probably hire someone to scare you a little bit, or even do it himself, just to have you driven back into his loving arms.

“i’m here, honey,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around you, enclosing you in his warm embrace as you sobbed into his chest. thankfully you miss the small eerie smile on his face. “i’ll always keep you safe.”

he has a little bit of a corruption kink. you're this sweet little thing, and john's ready to completely smear your rose-tinted view of life. while he doesn't give you all the gorey details, whatever he does tell you just adds onto the emotional manipulation that you need him. that you can't live without him (when it's practically the vice versa).

he's so unbelievably devoted to you. it's actually unhealthy, you're constantly on his mind. normally, he can keep underwraps how sickly in love he is with you— but during sex is when his darkest thoughts come out.

“i’ll kill them,” his lips against your ear, a hand gently holding your throat while the other is pressed against your button, vehemently rubbing circles.

he continues rutting into you, deliciously stretching your small cunt with his large cock. the tip gently kissing your cervix as you let out a strangled moan, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. “I’ll kill them all for you, every last one.”

he’s kind of condescending in a way that he thinks you need his help for every little thing. at first it makes you feel small, and stupid— hey, you may not be the world’s most feared assassin but surely you don’t need his help with walking to work in the morning!

he's always right (or at least he thinks). having been put on a pedestal by the crime world, it's no wonder john develops a slight superiority complex. john likes to let you "win" fights— but deep down, it's his way or no way.

*cough* he's a stalker *cough*.

either way, younger!john or older!john perceive you as the angel among his demons. the one thing in his life that could cleanse his soul— or taint yours.

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go to rehab

ai-je l'air torturé ? ai-je l'air triste ?? non. la rehabilitation est pour les chiennes tristes et je ne suis ni l'une ni l'autre. fuck you i am not going to that sorrowful, depressing excuse of a « haven »

#(ooc: i can type like this bc my brother sent this ask okay)#rp account #john wick rp account #marquis vincent de gramont #john wick rp acc #marquis de gramont rp #high table rp #(ooc: oh and also they didnt give him that much character so im going off agreed upon hcs)

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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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