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multific · 10 months

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Small Kisses

Vincent De Gramont x Wife!Reader

Warning: mention of toxic obsession and kidnapping (not done by Vincent)

Summary: You loved the tickle of his lips on your skin.

Vincent loved to give you small kisses.

No matter the reason. He just loved doing it wherever you two were.

A formal event?

A simple dinner?

A small date?

Or just staying in bed all day?

You swore the reason Vincent lived was to give you his sweetest kisses. A man so cunning and proud as him, yet he would be the proudest and calmest whenever he was with you.

You were his beautiful wife whom he loved with all of his dark heart.

But you didn't mind the blood, the murder and the insanity of it all.

Because every time he killed someone in the most brutal way, he would also come home to you, his gorgeous suit covered in blood, and give you such a sweet kiss.

It was honestly confusing rather than anything.

Vincent was a very classy man. He enjoyed the luxuries in life. High-end products, and he always made sure that you lived in the same luxury.

On your last birthday, he gifted you an original Monét piece.

The painting is currently right above your bed.

If he could, he would buy you the Mona Lisa.

He would literally make sure that you are dripping in diamonds, much like how he did for his birthday when he got you a special gown, made out of diamonds.

Once he said: "I would change the Mona Lisa to a painting of you, you are far more beautiful, Mon Amour."

His sweet talking always worked.

No matter how angry you were because of something, he would always say the sweetest things and then give you a small kiss to your forehead.

“My Beautiful Wife, even stunning when she is mad at me.”

“I would kill any man for you, Mon Amour. You don’t have to ask.”

“I must apologise, I believe I have lacked in my duties as a husband, Mon Amour. I believe you forgot just how much I love you.”

He would always make sure that you are happy and protected.

Even when one time, he failed to do that.

Well, it was more like his men failed, not him.

When you were taken, he was furious. Too furious to say or do anything other than rage.

You were taken by a man. A man so insane, you never saw anything like this.

He kept on going on about how he knew you were in love with him, how he knew that you only married Gramont for the money and how now, you two can be together.

He scared you.

His obsession with you was toxic, you could see just how crazy he was in his eyes. Every time he used the word 'love' it sent a shiver up and down your spine.

When Vincent finally got to you, you were shaking in fear. The only thing that managed to calm you was Vincent's kisses.

The smallest little kisses he placed all along your body. He also spoke in French some calming words but you could only recall the tickle of his lips when he found a soft spot.

And when the next couple of days you woke up with a shiver, having nightmares about the man who abducted you, it was Vincent who calmed you down.

It was he who kept waking up with you, never leaving your side, promising he would never leave or let this ever happen to you while placing kisses on your hands, knuckles and palm.

Vincent loved to give you small kisses on any exposed skin that you have.

But you loved the tickle of his lips on your skin even more.

His little kisses were the true proof of his love for you.

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knightgazes · 1 year

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NEW IDEAS. NEW RULES. NEW MANAGEMENT.

Bill Skarsgård as the Marquis de Gramont in John Wick IV

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anastasiaskarsgard · 8 months

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Could you do a fluffy one shot of Vincent de gramont and the reader trying out clothes

“This really isn’t necessary” she told him as she was surrounded by seamstresses, taking her measurements.

“Oh but it is. It’s the least I can do after you so gallantly volunteered to save the day.” The Marquis remarked, smiling slyly.

Rolling her eyes, she couldnt help but smile at his antics. She highly doubted the validity of his supposed plight, of being unable to find a date to one of the most exclusive charity balls in Paris. All the richest elites from across Europe attended, dressed to the gills in the most extravagant gowns the high fashion houses had to offer. And here she was, a simple public servant, being fitted by the house of Dior. She was giddy.

“I think a form fitting gown in a blush or ivory would be ideal.” One of the seamstresses relayed.

“As long as it’s original, I don’t care about the cost. I’m trusting you won’t let me down.” The Marquis stated.

She couldn’t help but notice the flash of fear that crossed several of the women’s faces. Pondering over what could possibly make the finest fashion house fear someone, she decided he must be richer than she thought. The only fear she could imagine is the loss of a very generous client. Her head spun with the amount of money you’d need to spend, you make them even notice you.

All rising at once and exiting without a word to her, she couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed they never spoke to her, except to tell her how to stand so they could measure her.

Too excited and frankly honored to have her own custom gown made for her, she stepped down from the platform.

“My beauty, they are only going to get some pieces for you to try.” He said halting her from exiting.

“I couldn’t possibly accept any more of your generosity…”

“Oh no no cherie! This is only so they can be sure how clothing falls on you and your preferences.” He assured her with one of his mind melting smiles.

“Oh well then that’s ok, I suppose.”

Just then 3 women returned to the fitting room with 3 racks of a wide range of selections. They all appeared to be breath taking and far out of her price range, but she wasn’t going to be difficult. Straining out a weary smile, she watched as the Marquis gave instructions to one of the girls, and exited to the viewing area.

Smiling warmly at the woman approaching her, she was surprised at the deer in the headlights look on her face. “Thank you for helping me today. I truly am honored to even be allowed to try these things on.”

Confusion passed between the women, until the one closest her, began to undress her. “You are very kind, but your beauty will do our creations a service. We should be thanking you.”

Smiling brightly, she was determined to be as polite and cooperative as possible, no matter how many things she needed to try.

Hours later, she felt how a Barbie doll must feel as she viewed the passing city in the hired car she’d been sent home in.

The Marquis was almost too good to be true. He was unbelievably handsome, polite, thoughtful and respectful. She’d had him looked into and he was active with many charities and took care of his only living realatives; two younger twin sisters, famous in the equestrian community.

His wealth came from toxic parents and investments made with an astonishing amount of revenue. He was perfect in every way, not having so much as a parking ticket, and even after several months, he never attempted to take advantage of the times they’d been alone.

She wasn’t sure that was a good thing. She had been hoping he’d kiss her tonight after dinner, but he’d only kissed her hand with those full sensual lips.

Bringing her hand to her lips, she kissed it tenderly where his lips had caressed her before. Laughing at herself, she was thankful she was alone in the car and thankful the privacy was up.

Peering out the window, she realized they had made it to her home. Thanking the driver, and making her way to her door, she nearly tripped and fell upon entering.

Feeling for the light, she flipped it on and nearly fell flat on her ass at the sight that met her eyes.

Dior packages covering every floor and every surface in her humble townhouse. It was like a fairy tale. She couldn’t help but squeal and run in place, before closing her door behind her.

Staring in disbelief, she wasn’t sure where to start. Pulling out her phone, she noticed a new message from the Marquis.

I may have lied, but it was for good reason. Forgive me?

She chuckled and thought on a witty response.

I don’t know. You’ll have to make it up to me.

Sending it before she could change her mind, she waited for his reply with great anticipation. Finally it came in.

I am yours, to do with, as you wish.

She couldn’t have stopped smiling, if someone put a gun to her head….

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arsanimarum · 1 year

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The Marquis de Sade, cited by Georges Bataille in Erotism: Death and Sensuality

#georges bataille #erotism: death and sensuality #the marquis #de sade #marquis de sade #death #on death #bibliophile #literature #quotes #upload #literary #french literature

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chernobog13 · 1 year

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The Marquis by Mike Mignola.

#The Marquis #Mike Mignola

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sweetbillwriting · 6 months

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The Finer Things - Teaser

A Vincent de Gramont story

What was he doing there?

And what the fuck was he wearing?

Ines looked at the tall man walking around in the white, bright gallery. He was dressed in a suit with a dark blue velvet dinner jacket even if it was just noon. She couldn't stop herself from giggling when she saw the man, obviously he tried to make himself more important than he was.

She looked through some paper for the next exhibition while the man walked around with a sour face. He was clearly not impressed but Ines didn't care. He was not their target group. Did he wear a costume? Was he a part of some sort of game theater?

With an eye roll she walked up to him. She expected to try to keep herself from laughing at him but that changed quickly when he looked at her. He had piercing green eyes that scanned her up and down like she didn't belong in her own gallery.

"Mostly trash here," he said with a french accent and looked her up and down. Ines couldn't say if he meant the art or if he meant her. She laughed a bit insecure while the man continued to look at her without blinking. He just stood with his hands in his pants pockets. It was clearly not a costume, it was fitted and in fine material but it still was strange, not even a prince would dress like that.

"So you haven't found what you're searching for then?"

He licked his lips and raised his eyebrows in an amused way and then smirked condescendingly. When he turned his back to Ines she took the moment to twist her face mockingly. He was a snob and clearly the sort of snob that didn't even think he needed to talk to express his standards.

"So what are you doing here? I mean… You're at a gallery in Brooklyn wouldn't… Europe be more fitting for you?" Ines said with fake interest. To be honest she just wanted him out. Many of the artists were her friends and she was sure he soon would say something mean about the art.

The man dragged a finger over a display and looked at his finger with disgust and then looked at her and held out his fingers towards her.

"Napkin, please," said he like she was his servant and for the moment she guessed she was. She also felt a bit embarrassed because it actually was dusty. She walked away with obvious irritated steps, heavy against the floor and searched after a napkin behind the desk. Was there none? Come on, she didn't want to give the guy the satisfaction of saying a comment about the hygiene.

"I want to talk to the owner actually," he said with his weird french accent and it made Ines look up. Now he stood with a man in a black suit next to him. He was beefy and she wondered how he could have walked into the small gallery without her having heard him. He stood and held out a box of napkins towards the tall man who wiped his hands with the same disgusted face. She hadn't forced him to touch the dust, so why did he even think it was so gross? She looked at the beefy guy again. He looked like a bodyguard and it made her wonder again who the man dressed in velvet was.

"I'm the owner?" Said Ines confused and got the man to look at her with furrowed brows.

"You?" He asked, voice full of despise.

"Yes? Do you think I'm too trash for that?" She asked and crossed her arms behind the desk.

The man put his hands in his pants pockets again and walked up to her slowly. It felt threatening and for a moment Ines wondered if she should hide in the back, lock herself in and wait for the man to disappear.

He pulled down the corner of his mouth and shrugged his shoulders. He looked at her for a few seconds and then gave her a charming smile that changed his face completely.

"Not at all… I'm here to see the Pivoine painting."

Ines dropped her face and swallowed hard. Few people knew about that painting. Few knew what a goldmine she had at home in her dining room.

"I don't know what you mean?" She tried but her eyes were glassy.

"Yes you do. The Pivoine of a woman eating an apple?"

She could feel sweat breaking out on her forehead and she looked around worriedly. She had been worried about this day for so long, the day someone had told the wrong person about the portrait of her grandmother made by her lover, the world famous artist Pivoine.

The tall man smirked and reached out a hand towards her.

"Let me introduce myself…" Ines took his hand reluctantly.

"My name is Vincent de Gramont and I will make you into a rich, rich girl."

Ines swallowed hard and let go of his hand.

"I know what museums and private collectors are prepared to pay for it but I don't want to…"

"I wouldn't sell it that way. I have other ways…" he interrupted her but looked her straight in the eyes. His eyes were really mesmerizing and it felt like she couldn't say no to him. He licked his plump lips and for a few seconds she admired his looks. Chocolate hair, flawless skin and those lips… She shook it off like the thoughts were something inappropriate and looked down at the desk.

"What would you win on that?"

She gave him a look again but lowered her eyes when she realized he watched her with the same intense stare.

"We can say like this, I need the distraction. And I love a good art deal."

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elmobloop · 5 months

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bloodless creatures

#my art #my ocs #angeline #the marquis #happy birthday to the messiest blonde vampire bitch!!!#vampire

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bane-of-technology · 1 year

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oooh god...she is So Sleepy

#the marquis #can reblob

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favescandis · 1 year

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Bill Skarsgård’s character in 'John Wick: Chapter 4'

His character's name, his broad name, is The Marquis. The Marquis is, without giving too much away, I wouldn't really say the antagonist, but he's the one in charge of cleaning up all the messes from the first three movies. - Director Chad Stahelski

via Collider.com

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evren-sadwrn · 4 months

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On the Marquis de Gramont’s backstory(personal theory and own opinions)

“He[Bill Skarsgård] came to be, he goes, ‘I want to do a little bit like fucked up French like Cajun accent.’ I’m like, ‘I have no idea what that sounds like.’ Some people gave us shit a little bit because it’s not a good French accent. I’m like, ‘Guys, it’s not supposed to be French.’ Like, he wasn’t trying to be French, he’s a guy that speaks French.”

— Chad Stahelski on the Josh Horowitz Happy, Sad, Confused podcast

(“Marquis(de Gramont)” and “Vincent” used interchangeably)

I know that the Marquis has like the most fucked up accent out of all John Wick characters seen so far but this line from the director himself, Chad “would beat us up for all the shit we say on Wickblr” Stahelski is just giving me a whole lot of ideas on his backstory.

Unlike the characters seen before, Vincent [the Marquis] is one of the characters whose backstories are not explained or even touched on upon like the Adjudicator and the Harbinger. Santino for example, and I’m gonna use Santino as an example because he and Vincent share parallels— What do we know about Santino? Santino was there to help John on the night of his impossible task, establishing a connection between antagonist and protagonist in writing, Santino has a sister named Gianna, Santino’s father dies and bestows his seat to his sister instead rather than her. And then, Santino also owns a museum in New York.

But what do we know about the Marquis? Other than how he came into the Table there is literally nothing else about him. Just like the Adjudicator, there’s nothing much else to know about him or his backstory.

“Although claiming to enforce the will of the High Table, the Marquis' primary ambition is to further his own power and he only cares about the Table's rules in as much as they advantage him. When they work against him, he is happy to bend or even fully disregard them.”

— John Wicki

John Wick is like a world of high people, it’s larger than life and it’s practically a near fantasy world filled with neon fight scenes and showy places and characters.

There’s no reason as to why the High Table chose him specifically to take down John but seeing as how brutal his character is, and how much remorse he lacks towards other people underneath him shows what kind of person the High Table is looking for. And Vincent manages to cloak his violent tendencies underneath a layer of sophistication.

“The Marquis is a young man of unknown origin who has quickly climbed the ladder within the High Table doing god knows what. I always saw him as someone from the gutter that now savors the glittery suits he’s wearing. He functions as the new sheriff set out to rid the world of John Wick once and for all. John’s getting old and tired, the Marquis is offering him a way out. To be the one who finally kills the Baba Yaga would secure his status and power within the High Table.”

— Bill Skarsgård on an on-set interview

I’ve always thought of Vincent as a sort of actor knowing the movies. He’s amazing at networking, it’s one of his only skills according to the Wiki other than multilingualism. This is a personal theory of mine, so you can disagree: but I go with Bill Skarsgård’s interpretation of his character’s backstory. Well, kind of. I agree with the fact that the Marquis climbed the ladder of the ranks, but I do not think he was struggling as a child considering the House of Gramont.

Since this is my own personal opinion and theory on his backstory, I personally believe that the Marquis may have just been another person in the criminal underworld/not even considering to be an agent.

I’ve always been a fan of the idea of characters starting from the bottom and then using non-violent measures to get to the top. And to me, Vincent is a very good example of this(in this theory). But he doesn’t agree to the rules, we see this in the very last scene where Vincent takes Caine’s gun to finish John off himself— but that proves horribly for him.

Like every other antagonist against John before him, the Marquis is arrogant and prideful— probably the wealthiest character we’ve seen so far(considering we haven’t seen the High Table).

And I can see where that arrogance and pride may come from. Now with Bill’s interview, I think he did climb the ranks however I don’t think he was struggling from poverty. In my opinion, he looks to have the mindset of a guy from the upper class/upper-middle class and coming back to Santino who Vincent shares a lot of traits with, I sort of believe Vincent to mirror Santino’s a lot more than just being from poverty or just a civilian.

So, to sum it up: he’s adopted by the House of Gramont. And in the middle of it all, he may have went through something that got him interested into getting more power.

In my own headcanon, I think he has a sort of trauma that leads him into getting desperate for power. We see it on the screen, Vincent gets upset and frustrated when he’s not being seen with respect or if his ego feels threatened.

have a nice day folks!! :33

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multific · 1 year

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The End or The Beginning

Vincent De Gramont x Reader

Summary: In order to save John's life. You offer yours.

You were a really good assassin. Many fought to have you work for them.

John was a really old friend of yours.

You knew him even before he left.

In your eyes, John was a difficult man.

He wanted out, then he wanted in and now he wants out again?

He said he wanted to be free. But freedom is all he had.

You understood the reason he took revenge. You understood that Santino didn't give him a second choice.

But you were a firm believer that freedom starts within. And then you can achieve it.

John was never free.

He might have buried his guns. But he never buried the assassin within him.

And now, now you had to yet again, save his ass.

But The Marquis was a completely different case.

You heard about him and you also knew that this fight against John might never fully stop.

So, you had a simple offer.

"I'll work for you and in exchange you and the High Table leave John Wick alone. He will be a free man and you get to have me on your side." a simple offer. Anyone would be stupid to say no.

You were legendary.

But you also had a feeling that the Marquis would be too smart to give up John Wick and too cunning to give up the opportunity of you working for him.

You knew he would try and make you work for him.

So, you were careful with him. You heard about him after all.

When he asked you into his office so he can give you an answer, you were happy to walk in and not only put on a show, but also enjoy it.

You knew this would be difficult, but you were ready.

Or so you thought.

You certainly were not ready for the gorgeous red and black suit he was wearing.

You were not ready for the handsome face waiting for you.

You honestly thought the Marquis would be an older man like Winston.

But you were wrong.

Very wrong.

He was handsome, smart, looked good in a suit and he had power.

He was tall, lean yet muscular, and that accent...

You thought you had the upper hand... you were wrong.

Very wrong.

And judging by the smirk on his face, he was aware of it as well.

You watched him as he was thinking about your proposition.

You were honestly ready for almost any idea he would have.

You were ready for him to come up with something where John would still need to die.

You even thought he might somehow go as far as having you kill John.

"Would you die for John Wick?" he suddenly asked.

"Die for him?"

"Yes, would you?"

You had to think for a second.

"No."

"Then why offer your services for the rest of your life in order to save his?"

"Because I'm sick and tired of it. Ever since he killed that asshole's son, all I hear is how great he is. All I see is my friends die to his hands."

"Then why not kill him yourself?"

"Because John and I took a vow to never fight against one another. And he has lost so much already, death would be kind to him." Vincent looked you up and down, trying to find the catch in your whole story.

"I'll take your offer. You will work for me and Jock Wick shall be forever forgotten and left alone. But you already knew I would take the offer right?"

"If not you, someone else would have."

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You working for Vincent made you two become closer by the day.

You learned a lot about him and his work ethic.

To say that you were rather used to it after a couple hours would be difficult to say, but you got used to him way too quickly.

Some would say alarmingly too fast.

But in this industry, you had to.

Or at least that is what you told yourself so that your mind would be at ease.

But both you and Vincent knew that you were just as crazy as him.

You both knew that he liked you just as much as you liked him.

And fuck... he looked way too good in a suit!

He invited you as his guard to an event.

The man was basically a walking full-course meal, it was hard to concentrate.

The event in question was a charity where they were selling all kinds of things.

Expensive things.

Very expensive things.

Vincent said he was only there to be present because there are powerful people present.

But he also said if you wished to bid for an item, go for it.

And an item did catch your eye. It was a beautiful opal necklace. It was sold as a cursed item.

"This beautiful necklace was once owned by Mrs Melony Jones. It was said she was a witch and she cursed the necklace. Many believe the deaths of the owners following were due to this curse. Starting price is 200,000 dollars."

There was something about it. You had to have it.

And in the end, it was yours. For only 575,000 dollars, you were the happy new owner of the opal necklace.

Vincent watched you closely during the entire thing. He had never seen you so excited about something, it was good to see your passion because you just had to have the necklace.

In the end, the necklace was given to you in a sealed box with a caution note.

"Cursed item... you have quite the taste."

"Something about this is just so beautiful."

"Maybe that it was found next to a decapitated woman?" he asked with a smirk.

"At least you know what happened to me if I die."

"You don't believe in curses?"

"I believe if I see one." you looked up at him and locked eyes. "Oh, here's one." you smiled and Vincent did too.

When you were called over to pay, Vincent stepped in front of you, paying for the necklace.

"You didn't have to."

"Are you going to wear it?" he asked as you two got into his car, ready to head home and for him to drop you off.

"I think I will just put it into my collection."

"You have a collection of cursed items?" you laughed a little.

"No! I have a collection of vintage jewellery and items." you said as you turned to him. "I don't believe in curses, but I wouldn't risk it either. It will look nice on my shelf." Vincent turned and looked at you. You looked so gentle and pure.

If he didn't know that you are a vicious killer, he would believe that you were a simple woman.

He had to remind himself that you were indeed a woman. Your curves in that dress certainly reminded him but now, so did your eyes.

"I would love to see your collection one day."

"Oh? So you want to come to my house? Or is this just an excuse to come to my house?"

"Yes." he replied, eyes shining and you smiled.

You watched as his driver turned into your street.

"Would you like to see it now?" you looked back at him just as his finger reached your knee.

"Maybe. You just have to say the words, Mon Amour."

The words.

Something he told you only on your first week of working with him.

"I want you." you hand suddenly grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him towards you. You gasped as his other hand reached behind you and pulled you in to meet his lips.

The devilish grin on his face and he pulled back should have been a warning.

But it was over for you when his finger ran up to your panties, slowly pulling it away so he could reach his destination.

His fingers were long and skilled.

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For months you thought he only wanted you for your skills.

For months you believed he seduced you because it was the easiest way to keep you by his side.

You truly believed it.

Until one day.

He was in his office, having a couple men in there for important business. As usual.

But when one of the man had a rather... questionable comment about you... Vincent snapped.

The man ended up with two bullet holes.

"Everyone who dares to disrespect, MY WOMAN, gets that fate. Am I clear?" everyone in the room nodded as they fled.

"I could have killed him my self." you told him as he pulled you to another room so his office can be cleaned.

"I needed to send a message. No one messes with us." you smiled at him. He looked furious, still ridding the adrenaline the anger gave him upon hearing those words thrown at you.

"No one messes with us... I quite like that."

"You should marry me. I would much prefer to shout, wife than woman."

"Oh? Is that so? Where is my ring? Romantic dinner and a speech about how I changed you for the better? How you cannot live another day without me?"

"I think we both know you changed me for the worse." he smirked. He reached into his pocket, getting out a small box and opening it. In there was a lovely vintage ring. You looked up into his eyes than back at the ring. "But I truly cannot live another day without knowing you are fully mine. Not just as the trained assassin, but more as the amazing woman. What do you say? Will you marry me?"

"Vincent... You know I joke a lot about things. I actually never expected for you to pull out a ring." you looked up into his eyes again, all you could see was sincerity. "I would love to marry you." he smiled and pulled the ring out, placing it onto your finger.

"Then you shall be mine and I shall be yours. Not my bodyguard, not my assassin but mine." you knew he was trying to sound romantic, and this was his version of romance. But it did sound rather possessive.

"Can we get married on top of the Eiffel tower? Probably not... too windy I assume. Then how about Italy? You know I love Tuscany?"

"You name it, it's yours."

"Then can I have you?"

"You already have me." you reached up with your arms around his neck, leaning in for a kiss.

"Can you take me on that table?" you pointed at it behind you. He smirked.

"I believe, that can be arranged." he easily scooped you up with your two legs and walked you to the table.

His lips never leaving your neck as he started to remove both of your clothes.

You offered up yourself for John Wick's life.

What you believed to be the end for you was only the beginning.

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lenore-spirit-808 · 1 year

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JOHN WICK 4 SPOILER ALERT?

Just me talking like a weirdo about how much I loved The Marchese as a character how it made me felt during the movie and my personal thoughts, nothing interesting to talk about the movie itself, so yeah, keep scrolling if u were searching for that!

(sorry the caps im just too happy and excited because today was such a great day) btw long writting

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Today I watched JW 4 because YES, MARCHESE AND MY PERSONAL WANT TO WATCH ANY MOVIE HE CASTED FOR THEN, ME, TO MAKE MEMES ON MY HEAD ABOUT HIM WITH ANOTHER CHARACTER HE STARED IM HYPERFIXATED TO DEATH ON (you know who.) (Tho he wasn't the only reason because Keanu is always a massive W and I liked the trailer too)

And when I tell you:

That this man artistically slayed on every fucking scene

He was just so iconic at some point

Almost completely feelling like he was that character but with another charisma and attitude on obviously another universe, but aware and still having the little vibe

Im being extremely serious, no jokes there.

Everytime he spoke I couldn't help but love him as a character and the nostalgia he could bring me from that other character was just magical (not only with him, but with other of his characters as well)

(Very weird example) Its like- when you listen to a vocaloid song that isn't from Miku but if you close your eyes and remember her, you get happy because she's your hyperfixation and what you are listening is technically really related to your hyperfixation and you get hyped because of it

I also watched the movie on the spanish dub because there wasn't any English function available at the theatre, sounds irrelevant, right? Well what if I told you. That the dub actor for the Marchese.. was THE SAME VOICE ACTOR WHO DUBBED THAT OTHER CHARACTER???

I know he is not even a bit of related with Stephen's king universe and he's just a character from another franchise, but I still will get hyped for this and my dramatically mysterious AU scenarios

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#john wick 4 #the marquis #john wick 4 spoilers #Marchese de Gramont #marchese #personal thoughts #my personal thoughts #btw I like his temper #some people (or just one) said he was like Roman godfrey but with bad French accent #I cant say anything about the accent because im not French and I watched it dubbed #BUT I DO CAN SAY THAT THE ROMAN GODFREY SHIT IS A LIE (Personal opinion dont mean to harass)#I mean- HE IS EVEN MORE LIKEABLE CHARISMATIC AND FUNNY THAN ROMAN #no joke #Tho im not saying this is his best character because we all know who that is but FOR ME he is a good massive W #marquis de gramont #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård

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Can you write some smut soon? Your story called whore is seriously so good. I’ve read it so many times. The drunk girl at the bar is so realistic

I do not know why this ask inspired me to write about the Marquis and his girlfriend the cop but here it is. I really tried to show the feelings they have and the turmoil. I think for these two to even attempt to continue with this, they’d have to have irrational attraction and neediness. Almost a kind of madness.

Sorry to say this isn’t smut. It’s steamy, but I feel like it’s good this way. I have some smutty goodness I’m working on for these two.

Enough of me blabbing… enjoy!

Making her way through the cavernous mansion, she decided she’d tell him that she was aware of who he was and that it wasn’t right. She’d tried to say as much in a text message, but decided any type of connection or trail was unwise, but ghosting him was beneath her.

So here she was, showing up unannounced, at god knows what time, to tell it to him straight.

Stepping inside the parlor shed been lead to, she thanked his staff and closed the door behind her. Deciding to spit it out, before she lost her nerve, she let it all out.

“Vincent, I’ve come to end whatever it is we have. I know who you are now, and as a public servant, I cannot continue associating with you.” Biting her lip, she waited for his response but he just continued gazing out the window with his back to her.

After a very awkward couple minutes, he turned and made his way towards her, with an almost predatory look in his eyes. “Say that again, but this time to my face.” He stated, coming to a stop closer than he’d ever been before.

Invading her space.

His smell surrounding and intoxicating her.

“I…. I…”

He smirked arrogantly at her, leaning his face in even closer to hers. He knew what he was doing. He knew he was very physically appealing. She closed her eyes reflexively. "You what?" he growled, as his hands slipped down to grab her waist.

"I don't think we should be doing this," she forced out finally, trying desperately to ignore how gorgeous he was and how irresistible he was with his close proximity.

"You want this. I want you. I’ve never wanted anyone or anything so much in my life.”His hands drifted lower, coming to rest on the small of her back. She felt his thumbs tracing lazy circles, and she shivered before she could stop herself. It was like electric current swimming through her bloodstream, electrifying every inch of her body. He leaned even closer- he couldn’t contain a genuine chuckle, when she shivered, and he looked into her eyes so open and vulnerable, it broke her heart.

“Sit.” He commanded, and she did without thought, obediently sitting on his white leather sofa, prettier than any art that adorned his walls.

He couldn’t get over how perfect she was. He had the best of everything, and she was no exception. This was beyond infatuation or even obsession. This was love. He was sure of it, and he was terrified.

He’d tried to resist, but he kept seeing her that day in the hospital; dressed in that gorgeous gown and tiara, singing terribly to that sick child. Even with her less than stellar performance, the purity and kindness that shined from her, made it the most beautiful thing he’d witnessed in all his existence.

Taking a seat beside her, and taking her hands in his, he was amused to see her eyes close expectantly.

He paused, and licked her bottom lip.

Her eyes snapped open, and he pulled away from her. A dangerous, sexy smirk played across his lips, and she felt her face grow red.

He never failed to fascinate her. She’d just essentially broken up with him, yet she was sitting next to him, getting licked.

Throwing all caution to the wind, she grabbed his face and pulled him into a searing kiss. Running her fingers down his jaw, she pulled away to see his reaction.

What met her, was the most seductive irresistible look, she’d ever received. Heat she could practically feel, radiated from his eyes.

“You still want to say that you don't think this is right?" He wrapped his arms around her and tightened his grip on her body. "Tell me to stop, cuz I am no longer able to on my own." His lips were so close to hers that she could almost feel them. That heat that he exuded was taking over her rational thought. His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Tell me you don't want me, last chance, I’m yours to control.”

She realized what was happening, and she wasn’t sure if she should allow it. She was a police officer and he was the leader of a huge criminal network. Hired assassins; serial killers.

She pulled away.

Or tried to. He quickly grabbed the back of her head, and brought her to him again. His touch wasn't gentle- it was demanding, passionate, and rough. But that was how she expected him to be. He was never hesitant, and she had never realized before just how much she admired that quality. Reading his record, he was called cold, ruthless and evil, but she couldn’t see any of these qualities in him. Every inch of him radiated a tantalizing warmth and passion- it was invasive, and powerful. She was utterly lost in his kiss. All her concerns and reservations were gone from her mind. Only he was there. Only them.

He was just as lost. It was divine; the actions that he had previously thought were overrated were turning out to be even more satisfying than he could have ever imagined. Although he’d had his fair share of women, none compared to her. The electricity he felt from just kissing her, was more pleasurable than full on intercourse with others. He was hopelessly lost.

Neither were sure what exactly was going on; neither one was really in a condition to stop and consider what they were doing. All he knew was that he had to have her, and all she knew was that no one had ever made her feel more beautiful.

He tasted as crisp as she had imagined: like the freshest spring water with a hint of mint, or starlight, or the steam from a coffee cup, or a million other beautiful, wonderful things. The feelings he excited in her were almost painful in their intensity. She ignored the alarms going off in her head. She silenced her voice of reason.

Soft, feathery kisses rained down on her neck.

He was so close to her; everything was blurring, no sight, no sound, no thought was real except for the ones pertaining to him. She was lost and she didn’t want to be found.

Hand sliding up her back. Searching hands tangling themselves deep in his hair. Her mouth had given up resisting, and it was as though she surrounded him, the kiss so all consuming.

He was biting punishingly on the skin of her throat, smoothing over each nip with a soothing tongue. Even though he was practically laying on top of her now, as she laid half-on half-off the couch, she couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop. "You will be the ruin of me” she whispered heatedly, "I know I should push you away, but I can’t seem to do so.”

He stopped for a moment, gazing down into her eyes with an unreadable calculation in his expression. Then he grabbed her face in his hands, and attacked her lips again, violently and challengingly. "You will never," he said against her lips, the headyfeel of his shallow breathing absolutely intoxicating. “Do anything of the sort. You are mine."

She wanted to resent his possessive claim, but as he caught her earlobe between his teeth, she couldn’t lie to herself. She loved how sure he was of them, despite the enormous probability of it blowing up in both their faces.

Neither cared as they hurtled themselves toward a future that was impossible to be.

All he could feel was her lips on his skin, and breaths coming out in little pants all around him.

All she could feel was his steady heartbeat under her palm, and his lithe form pressing against her.

Hot.

He felt so hot.

Safe.

He trusted her completely.

They both were completely consumed by the other.

Nothing else mattered.

Like falling.

When someone fell from a great height, and was aware that it all would be over once they met the ground, is that all they focused on? She highly doubted it. She was certain they gave themselves over to the moment, lost within themselves, or in this case… each other.

There was no fighting this.

They couldn't ignore it.

He kissed her again, softly and gently, his lips passing on some unspoken plea. Desperation, reverence, obsession and utter contentment wrapped in a moment.

He’d never let her go. He’d make her understand. He’d never hurt her. He only wanted to make her happy. Rationality and an ingrained natural manipulative nature presented so many problems. His tactical mind realized the impossibility of a happy ending, but he pushed all reason aside.

He only focused on how he felt right now, with her. This moment.

Indescribable.

The moment could never be stolen.

No one would understand them together.

Maybe they could keep it a secret?

A deadly, beautiful secret.

Throwing that thought away completely, he knew he’d never be able to deny her. She could only be his in every way, and everyone would know.

But would that put her in harms way?

He wouldn’t allow himself to think on it now.

The only thought that ran through his mind was how breathtaking she looked, her hair a mess and her face flushed from his ministrations. Lips swollen from his kisses, and chest heaving with exertion. He couldn’t find a single flaw or imperfection on her.

The feel of his hands caressing her side. Squeezing her, worshipping and appreciating all she had to offer.

The slide of her dress falling from her form as she was lifted into his warm embrace.

The warmth of his bare skin against hers as he crawled across her form.

The cool, smooth, crisp sheets at her back and down pillows beneath her head.

In was in that moment, she realized that it didn't matter what happened in the future. Now was all that mattered.

She didn’t care what anyone thought of them, because there wasn’t much she would not do for this man.

Dangerous.

Neither one could bear the thought of there being no us.

Theirs.

Nothing seemed so innocent or pure as both their hearts becoming one.

Their bodies one.

To find your soulmate and know you are loved….

Beautiful.

Arousal reaching a fever pitch in both of them, the need for each other drowned out any other thoughts or reservations.

The shedding of all final garments, left the two lovers bare to one another. They took a moment to appreciate the other before joining together with a blissful gasp.

Never had he felt such happiness.

Never had she experienced such security.

Two people came together that day, but they did not become one.

They became three.

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård #marquis de gramont #the marquis #vincent de gramont #Marquis de Gramont imagine #doomed love #soulmates #tragic

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