#Vincent x reader

[rzyraffek]

Could you do headcannons where they shower/bath together but it's fluff??

Fluffy? Bathing fluffy? With THEM? Goodluck, but it sounds fun enough to write🥰 you didnt mension what slashers should I put in so imma go with who I think would fit in this headcanons

They/them, mostly sfs, Request open

Bathing with slashers headcanons

Vincent Sinclair

Will get flustered 100% but he won't even think about doing anything sexual

He will be soo anxious he will ask about everything! 'Is it okay if he touches s/o hair, can he massage them??? Can he go near them'

If s/o washes his hair or massages him he will probably fall asleep

Tbh s/o needs to gain a lot of trust if he even lets them enter bathroom when he is without mask. So don't even stare at his face for too long he will get insecure

Billy Lenz

Surprised hes in bath with somone and its fluffy? Me too

But imagine

This guy will forgor about all his nasty thoughts as soon as he sees bubbles in bath, or bath bombs or any kind of water decoration

He will check is water tastes difrenlty after bath bomb

Will ask nicley for second and third bathbomb

Will splash them and declare bath war

Litteraly hes going to lay on top of them and relax

Also if they wash his hair he will hiss

Spooked of loud shower noises

Brahms Heelshire

Oh a bath? With them? Oh my how splendid

Wanna remind yall that Brahms is british

Hes gonna be all nice 🥰 if s/o promises him reward afterwards of course

He gonna look like wet dog, and he will stare into their soul

He will literally toss them into bathtub tbh. Why he has to be only one feeling like cat in puddle

Will splash playfully. And look where he shouldn't look at

This devil loves laying in chilly water😔

Also it sounds weird but pls help him shave he never did that and he looks bab

Asa Emory

Goodluck this guy bathes in water that hot theres steam around bathtub

Maybe he's just burning his skin on purpose?? Incase there was anybugs on him?? Or maybe he just likes feeling of his homeland, hell

He falls asleep in there, no matter if s/o is there or nah

But he will cuddle, ah wet cuddles yay. Tbh its rare for him to cuddle so ig he just needs hot atmosphere (litteraly)

Some bugs only mate in hot weathers anyway

Will take good care of them. Wash their hair, take out all creams and gels they use in their normal skin routine.

Jason Voorhees

You either have to have huge bathtub or lay on him for whole proces

He gonna be so nervous, he doesnt want them to get spooked by his face

Hes also terrified of water so s/o has to give him a lot of support and understanding so he can warm up to the idea of being in huge box filled with water

Will do lil splashy to cope

Water will be soso dirty afterwards, this guy was soso dirty he almost shines now

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[shirakow]

I was wondering if you could write some Vincent x reader smut from dead plate? There’s barely any on this site and I need my fix😭

˗ˏˋ꒰ synopsis ꒱ ; Vincent's always so mean to you, especially at work. (18+)

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍇 pair ⋅ ˚✮ ; Vincent Charbonneau x GN!Reader .

. . . words ; 1.3k+

EXTRA ! here you go boo, sorry if it's not up to your expectations ^3^ I wrote this in one sitting at 3 am so this is not proof read <3

"I'm mean to you?" Vincent frequently asked you on multiple occasions, only because you brought it up once and now he wouldn't let it go.

He'd unexpectedly corner you near the dumpster whenever you take the trash out—it wasn't the most romantic meet-up spot, even he knows—but it's the only place where he could be alone with you.

That or his office. But it's not like he can call you there every hour of the day, or else the chefs and Rody might get suspicious, right? So he only does it every few days.

This day is one of the few.

"Have you been watching Rody like I told you to?" He'd ask you in that same deep and brooding voice of his—charming, with a hint of danger that always lingered in his tone whenever he talked.

You just looked up at him with tear stained cheeks as he stared back down at you, "Oh right," the corner of Vincent's lip quirked upward upon remembrance. "I forgot your mouths too full." He pushed your head back down on his cock, forcing you to deepthroat him as a gutteral moan came out from his mouth.

"There we go... At least you're good for something..." Vincent whispered breathlessly, momentarily forgetting that he needs to be quiet, or else someone'll hear him and catch the two of you in such an embarrassing predicament.

However, he could just play it off: say he stubbed his toe while he makes eye contact with Rody while you keep sucking him off from under his desk. He'll make sure to start small talk with Rody too just to embarrass you further.

You gagged and drooled all over his dick, the ache in your throat growing more immense the more he continued to fuck it like his personal fleshlight. But despite the pain—you slobbered all over his cock like a fucking prostitute.

Vincent let his head fall back as his teeth bit down on his bottom lip with a silent curse following after it. His slender fingers loosened it's hold on your hair, giving you a moment of respite to breathe and slow your pace down.

Noticing the way you hesitated to continue, Vincent ran his hand down to caress your throat; gently massaging and rubbing the skin with his cold fingers.

"Was I being too hard on you?" His voice purred almost teasingly. You slowly nodded with tears rolling down your cheeks, silently enjoying the way he gave attention to your aching throat. You took his wet cock out your mouth, and gave the bright red tip a kiss, before running your tongue down the side—tracing the veins while maintaining eye contact with Vincent.

You saw the glint that appeared in his raven eyes, "What?" Vincent let out a breath which you assumed was a laugh, "Is this your way of begging?" He gave a small grin. Vincent moved his hand away from your throat, which earned a whine from you.

"Don't worry," he hummed and parted your lips, using his thumb to toy with your tongue as he pumped his cock, "I'll massage it from the inside..." Vincent whispered and slapped the tip on your tongue, "Now be a good little cocksucker and keep my dick in your mouth."

Vincent's always so mean to you, regardless if you were in and out of work. But he's especially so when you're at work.

Sometimes, he'd finger your hole before opening hours, stretching it to his hearts content while whispering all kinds of things into your ear.

"Imagine how they'll react when they see my server bent over my desk..."

"Having you walk around with a toy in your ass while you work...~"

"And the fact you're just letting your boss have his way with you too? Aren't you just a naughty thing."

And then when you're about to cum, Vincent would pull his fingers out and make you lick them clean. You'd beg and beg for him to make you cum, but Vincent only shoves his fingers down your throat to shut you up.

He'd have a grin on his face while he does it too, because he knows how much you hate it when he leaves you aching for more.

Right before you leave his office, he would put a pink vibrator in your hole and let you prance around the whole restaurant with him knowing you have something in you to remember him by.

He'd occasionally turn the level up by one, but most of the time, he'd turn it up to max just to see you squirm from the pleasure. Vincent would watch you from the hole in his office as his hand fisted his cock at the sight of you flushed with embarrassment.

Vincent felt so dirty whenever he does that, but he can't deny that acting the slightest bit perverted didn't turn him on.

He doesn't make any exceptions, however. So if you mess up at all during work hours: he will not let it slip. Even if it's because you have a toy in you, Vincent will not hesitate to punish you after closing hours.

If you let even the slightest moan out your mouth—best believe you're gonna get ravaged.

"I told you... Not to make a fucking noise." Vincent panted into your ear, tightening the belt around your neck as he takes you from behind. Your perky ass bent over his desk while he drills his cock into your hole.

Vincent reached for vibrators remote, and turnt it up to the max level; feeling it vibrate against your gummy walls along with his dick that rubbed your prostate. "Feel that? Feel my cock kissing the deepest parts of you?" He groaned against your shoulder.

You squealed into the gag, the overstimulation being too much for your poor sensitive body. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head from the sweet pleasure he gave you. If it weren't for the ball in your mouth, you'd be screaming Vincent's name over and over again like a prayer.

Your face was flushed with sweat dripping from your forehead, and down to the discarded news paper articles of missing people on his desk.

He gave the leather belt another tug, and you made a choking sound. Vincent grunted at the noise you made, finding pleasure in knowing he controls your breathing.

He could cut it off if he wanted to, but he's not that mean.

"Is it too much? Am I making you go lightheaded?" He teased while giving a particularly sharp thrust.

Your toes curled as you cried. You shook your head and held onto the desk tightly. You felt your vision going dark, like you were about to pass out. Luckily, Vincent slowed to a stop and turn the vibrator down a level to give you a break.

At first you saw it as a blessing, but it quickly became a curse when you felt your release slipping away from you. More tears rolled down your rosy cheeks as you sobbed, babbling incoherent nonsense both from the pleasure and because of the ball gag.

Vincent grinned and used his hand to turn your head towards him, "You sound so pathetic..." He pushed your head down flat onto his desk, pulling all the way out and thrusted back in.

The tip of his cock kissing your prostate as he moaned. "Don't worry... I'll give it to you soon enough."

He's such a meanie.

© shirakow ! Reblogs are greatly appreciated .

I'm starting to get into soul eater so expect something from that !! Also keep those requests coming <3 I love writing for you guys (even though I rarely post anymore)

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[aether-bun]

Dating headcanons for dead plate Vince and rody??? (Seperate)

DEAD PLATE BOYFRIENDS!!

Ok. Ok. The chokehold these two have me in is something that needs to be studied actually. Utterly thrilled that I get to write for them. Thank you so much Anon.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Talks of aggression, NSFW if you squint

Reader is gender neutral ♡

VINCENT is subtly affectionate being your boyfriend.

I think it's obvious that Vincent is very cold, inside and out, even if it isn't intentional

Little does the outside world know, however, he's very affectionate with you!

Behind closed doors, he finds small ways to be in contact with you

Knees touching, pinkies grazing, shoulders bumping, the works

It's not that he's afraid or repulsed by full on affection, it's just more comfortable for him to act the way he does. It means he can recharge without being away from you, but without overwhelming himself

I think he's a very big fan of chaste kisses, or at least giving them. Whenever he receives such rushed notes of affection, he refuses to admit it, but it leaves him with a sense of yearning :(

Adores hand kisses holy shit

I like to hc that he has a little lemon tree somewhere that he takes care of with such enthusiasm it's wild

The one thing you can't touch in his apartment is that tree. Hard boundary.

When he comes upstairs after work, he's usually very tired

This means that you both tend to just quietly enjoy each other's presence until he falls asleep in bed

Some days he's REALLY tired.

One of the chefs fucked up a batch so badly that it pushed service back by an additional 40 minutes while he had someone run supplies

It cost him a lot. That chef was brutally torn into and promptly told to never come back. Very unprofessional, but no one would say much about it.

Very exhausting lesson in hiring better employees in Vince's eyes.

That night he just laid down on your thighs and ranted. He doesn't tend to talk much for too long out of personal preference but that night he couldn't shut himself up.

You just gently combed through his hair and listened

The sensations soothed him and he got over the anger fairly well

(now he lays on your thighs some nights just to score some extra nice attention)

Dates are always very lavish, it's his personal favourite thing to spoil you. He always has a hand on you during outings of any kind.

Will pull you closer if anyone stares at you.

Gentle with you, in every possible situation, but firm

He really just doesn't want anyone to hurt you, but on top of that, he couldn't bear the ache he'd feel to see you look at someone else the way you look at him

Slut for calling you "Mine". End of discussion.

RODY is hellbent on giving you the whole world.

Loves loves LOVES cuddles

You cannot get this man off of you he is so clingy

He wants what's best for you and more this man will break limbs for you

I will say you were probably originally going to be a rebound relationship

After Manon, he found you, but it had barely been a month and he was clearly desperate for love

He was honest about Manon and the recent breakup, and in turn, you were honest about your returned feelings for him, but you very firmly said he'd have to move on first

It took a long time. You waited.

When he did get better, you two hit it off! He cared for you and you looked out for him

Your dates are walks through the park, café breakfasts and movie nights

Rody is a big fan of kisses

He kisses you and you can feel his love pouring through them, he deepens the kisses like he's starved, even though you're more than affectionate with each other all the time

Service top or complete bottom. Not because he's dainty bc he definitely isn't. He just loves you so much he wants you to have everything. He lives to serve you at this point let's be so real

Learned how to budget for you!!!! Whoa!!!!!!!!

I think Rody dances with you all the time

Rain or shine, dawn or dusk, happy or sad, he finds it nice to dance with you

It calms him

He gives the BEST MASSAGES IDC

Butterfly kisses and nose kisses are this man's kryptonite. He will cry. He has before.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hey!!!! Sorry for the random hiatus, life killed me a little, but I'm back and raring to go! Dragon Anon, if you're reading this, I am working on your req but I'm making sure I actually know the DLC this time so it's taking a while to get through the content. Bear with me!!!

Sorry if these were a little sloppy, getting back into writing is a lil difficult but I'm working as best I can. I hope you enjoyed, and remember to leave your requests in my inbox!

Ciao for now~

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[blues824]

I need a Male! Reader x Yandere! Vincent, Claude, Sebastian, Undertaker, Lau, and Madam Red in my life! It’d interesting if M!reader were to be extremely cool-headed and always in a dream-like state but aware of what is happening around them and is incredibly smart. They appear sleepy but really aren’t it’s just their usual face. And they’re soul is one in a million that could keep a demon full for years. So to the characters M!reader appears as otherworldly and they are intrigued…

I love Yandere requests for some reason.

Vincent Phantomhive

Poor dear was fearful that you would fall asleep at any point, so it is better to have you next to him at all times. But, he wouldn’t be surprised if you were always sleepwalking, because you lived as though you were in a dream. Well, he may as well be your knight in shining armor, as he needed to protect you.

You could see what he was doing. Ever since he first invited you back to the Phantomhive manor, ever since he offered you that cup of tea. You wanted to wake up, you wanted to fight back, but the poison kept you from doing it. And besides, it would be a far call to say that the Vincent Phantomhive was poisoning you. Even though you were angry, you knew you had to be reasonable. This was your fate now.

Sebastian Michaelis

He had met you when he was going to pick up the young master’s new cane. You were a 19-year-old apprentice, who didn’t seem to have his head back on Earth. The demon breathed in and your soul just smelled so sweet. It was calling to him, to his hunger. Suddenly, Ciel Phantomhive did not have the most craved soul. So, a few days later, he wrote to your master that you were called for by Lord Phantomhive himself, but it was actually him who wanted you there.

As smart as you typically were, you did not see this coming until it was too late. He held you in his arms within the library while the master was busy with his work, and Mey-Rin, Finney, and Bard were all doing their chores. He whispered that you were his and his alone, and you then realized that your mind was steadily growing more and more cloudy. 

Claude Faustus

He typically wouldn’t care about just any human being unless their soul called out to him. But, when he saw you in the bookstore, your mind somewhere in some distant land rather than the present, he could hear your soul. It smelled sweet, and fulfilling, and he could sense that there were other demons around waiting to collect it.

He invited you to the Trancy Manor, where he locked you in a room that was isolated so that no one would be able to hear you. He made sure that the other servants were aware that he was the only one who would tend to that side of the house, and because of his status within the household, he was never questioned. Now, without him by you during the day, you spent your days trying to escape all the while acting as though your head was up in the clouds when he checked up on you.

Lau

You were one of Ciel’s servants, and you caught his attention with how you seemed to be living within a dream. You were operating on autopilot, but you were doing exceptionally well. It was because of you being a tiny bit of a distraction to the man that he was not paying attention to the plan that Sebastian had laid out. 

The next day, you had found yourself in his opium den. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Ran-Mao had kidnapped you in the night and brought you to where you were now. You were bound in chains, and led up to Lau, where he had you placed upon his lap. You seemed to be a bit too aware, maybe you just needed to go to sleep. It’s unfortunate that you ended up in an opium den of all places.

Undertaker

You had entered his shop by mistake, and he was surprised because he was not expecting any visitors, dead or alive, that day. It caused you both to laugh, and he had you sit down for a bit of tea before you made your way back. He could sense your soul, and he was aware that he wanted it just for himself. After about the third cup of tea that he prepared for you, you finally sensed that it was a bit suspicious. Of course, you were slowly getting sleepy.

In the morning, you found yourself sleeping in a coffin. You were tied up, but it was open. The Undertaker heard you struggling against the bindings, and he let out a bit of a giggle before peering over the opening of the coffin. You weren’t really listening to what he was saying, but you caught something about your soul, and you being the first to make him laugh genuinely with nothing required in return. 

Madam Red

You were a servant from the Phantomhive Manor, and when she went to discuss with her nephew about the plans to catch Jack the Ripper, you had caught her attention. She made a comment about how her butler could learn from both you and Sebastian. However, Grelle could see the look of love in her eyes, and she knew her next orders.

The following day, you found yourself locked within a room in Madame Red’s estate. Eventually, the lady had entered the room, specifically the bedroom, where you were staying in. She greeted you with a hello darling before moving on to prepare for the night. You saw the instruments she was using, but you remember hearing her tell Grelle that there was a target that night. You let out a gasp, and you started trying to escape only to be held back by Madam Red herself. She used one of the many syringes full of something with anesthetic properties that put you back to sleep.

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[pandalexoxo]

since i’ve watched youtubers play dead plate, it’s been on constantly my mind 😻 i’ve literally searched up gacha reactions, fanfics, edits, etc, just because i’m starting to obsess over the game. not to mention how little attraction it’s gained?! where is the fan art, the fanfics, the loveeee?!? 😭 anywho! just a little blurb i keep imagining in my head!

this takes place after ending 3 so please, keep in mind that this will contain spoilers for the third ending! you’ve been warned!

(DEAD PLATE X READER)

With his left hand, Rody puts pressure on where his left ear had been before Vincent had ripped it off and eaten it. He pants softly, unable to tear his gaze away from the flames that engulf the bistro.

Rody is able to break contact when he sees a shoe in the corner of his right eye. Rody’s body tenses as he looks over at the shoe, allowing his gaze to slowly move up to take in the owner of the shoe. Black leather shoes that shine bright from the fire’s light, black slacks and a white long sleeve button up underneath a black vest adorned with a black tie. Rody’s eyes widen at the face.

The persons expression is full of worry, the figure holds their hands out as if wanting to comfort Rody but feeling as if they shouldn’t overstep boundaries in such a clearly traumatic time. the figure’s mouth opens, mouthing some illegible words. Rody hasn’t realized that all this time his ears had been ringing, his brain already trying to force this moment into the back of his head.

Rody’s eyes fill up with tears and he sniffles. The ringing slowly fades out as the voice slowly registers. “Rody! Hey, are you alright? Hey, deep breathes, you don’t have to tell me what happened, let’s- here, can i lead you to my car…?” Rody feels tears flow down his cheek and drip off his chin and Rody feels like he’s breaking as he wetly smiles. “…(M/n)…”

The man, finally known as (M/n), looks relieved as Rody seems to snap out of his previous delirious state. “Rody… Hey… Let’s step away and go to my car, yeah?” Rody nods but takes one step and falls forward. (M/n) panics, stepping a few paces forwards to catch Rody.

Rody’s eyes close and he whines, letting his tears fall and openly sob as he mourns. Mourning over the truth he has learned, that his girlfriend was killed and cooked up by his boss, being served to Rody though, due to his inability to cook, he had not eaten the dish, which Rody is now thankful for. Rody finds himself surprisingly mourning over Vincent too, just wishing to make some money to whoo Manon and wanting to try to become closer to Vince, maybe even become friends. It’s too late, what’s done is done.

(M/n) sighs softly, his expression softening as he holds Rody close. He allows Rody to get all of his feelings out, hoping his friend will be able to feel better. “Rody… I don’t know what happened and you don’t need to tell me until you’re ready, but… Please … I want you to know that i’ll be here with you, for you… All the way...”

Rody’s body continues to heave from the force of his sobs but ultimately seems to be calming down. Rody is reduced to sniffles and he clears his throat to speak. “All the way…? You promise…?” (M/n) hums, rubbing Rody’s back soothingly. “All the way. I promise.”

Rody nods, feeling content before pulling away with a sheepish look, as his stomach growl. He scratches the back of his neck nervously but (M/n) breaks into laughter, causing Rody to follow suit. “(M/n)… Could we get something to eat…?” (M/n) nods, able to pull both of them up and lead Rody to his car. “Of course, my treat.”

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[bosinclairsgff]

Hii ! <3 could I rq a Vincent Sinclair x Wife Reader ? And smthin like Bo being jealous ? ty ! I've loved the other scenarios you've done with the Sinclairs !

Vincent with reader wife

Warnings: cussing, jealousy from Bo

Sorry it’s short

- Vincent is a very kind and understanding husband. He never yells at you or hits you.

- When you guys get in a fight (which is almost never) he’s usually the first one to apologize. He hates when you’re mad at him.

- He’ll make you little gifts and draw you all the time.

- Bo hates the fact Vincent got someone before he did. So he’s always a bit mean about it. “Can’t believe you chose to marry that fucking idiot.” “Why don’t you give me a chance baby, I know I can treat ya better darlin.”

- You and Vincent don’t really go on “dates” you guys usually just enjoy quality time together. Like making dinner together or just sitting near each other doing your own things.

- Vincent loves when you read to him. It calms him down and makes him feel safe.

- He’s very protective of you, if a victim gets too close to you it’s bad for them.

- Vincent is scared to stand up to Bo, but he still won’t Bo be absolutely awful to you.

#horror #horror fan #horror movie #horror movies #horror films #slasher x reader #slashers #house of wax #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent x reader #bosinclairsgff

[small-sinclair]

Musical Muse

Vincent Sinclair x reader

House of Wax Slasher band!au

Tw: Vincent was in a fire (he’s okay), some hints at sex but nothing graphic described, let me know if I missed anything!

A gift for @im-his-druidess and au by @arkunder

It was Vincent’s first night home for a 7-month-tour around North America. Late night FaceTime calls, texts messages, postcards, poems— it was good to see him home. The penciled in a two-week break for Lester’s doctor appointments and for a mental break. It was good to rest and sleep in for a moment. All three of them needed to recover from the accident—

He takes a deep breath and let it out slowly. He won’t dwell on it. Not now at least. Lester is safe and Bo’s hands were healing. That’s all that matters now.

Vincent tried to be quiet when he entered. He hung his base on the hook and stopped to look at the photos of you both. One of you two in the studio, another in a band shirt, and a lovely one of you and him at the alter, saying your vows.

As soon as he heard your footsteps flying down the steps, he felt his heart pull. “You’re home!” You shouted smiling, leaping up.

He threw his duffel bag on the floor in the doorway just in time to catch you. He spun you around in the air, smiling under his half wooden-plated mask. He blushes as your kisses littered his half-shown face.

“I missed you!” You yelled, giggling as he lowered you back to the floor. He rests his forehead against yours and held your hips just memorize you once more. “I really missed you, Vincent.” You lift your hands and hold his face. “You were gone forever.”

He nods in agreement. He didn’t want to sign anything, not just yet. Vincent didn’t want this moment to be over. Having you back made his unwritten melodies complete and he could hear notes play as he takes you in. You are his muse for most songs after all.

He took your hand and guided it to his mask, gesturing to you to take it off. Your feather-like hands took off his mask slowly and he closed his eyes, shivering at the cool air. His mask hung in your hand, and you smiled when you saw his face. He’s just as beautiful as the day he left you. Your free hand held his scarred cheek, his head leaning into your touch, while your eyes tracing every bit of him. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, your hand, then ending with your lips. He pulled away before holding you close to deepen his kiss.

He has time to make up. Seven whole months without your touch, your embrace… he is a sinner. Your sinner. His deity. He has to find forgiveness.

With ease, he lifts you up, carries you with his arms under your legs, and heads for the bedroom down the hall.

~~~~~~

As you slept on his chest, Vincent held up his song book, writing silently, as a watched eye on you. Your shoulders were bruised with his love and affection like his. He only wanted to be closer to you and more. What praise can he give but love for you?

A song will do.

A song just for you so others can sing praises of you, be followers of you, but none will ever be as faithful and loyal as him.

He hummed the chorus one more time before closing his book just in time for you to wake up. He sat his book aside and laid flat on his back. You nuzzled into his neck and left a small kiss over his adam’s apple. A relaxed sigh escaped his throat as he threw his head to the side.

“Did you miss me?”

He nods, tracing his answer in your skin, ‘Yes.’

“Bed was too cold while you were gone,” you noted, his thumb gently making circles in your back. “But sleeping in your shirt’s comforted me.” You drew a heart in the center of his chest. “I took care of the plants, too. The cactus gave birth so there’s baby cactuses. Guess that makes us grandparents or something.”

He smirks and chuckles.

Silence was warm and comfortable between you two. The soft thumping of his heartbeat made house feel like home again. “…I really missed you,” you murmured. You felt Vincent’s lips in your hair as he pulled you closer to him. In a way, that was him showing that he’s here and you’re safe. “For a while, I went crazy thinking you weren’t coming home. I saw the fire at that wax museum you and your brothers were playing, the wax falling Lester’s back, and they got a video of your mask melting…” your voice trailed as he stiffened at the memory.

If the silence is too loud, he can still hear his baby brother’s voice screaming in pain and agony. Bo and he made dirt out of the inferno, but Lester was trapped, scared and alone. He remember he took off his mask before running back on Bo’s heels; his mask felt too heavy to wear that night. He still sees how bright the orange and yellow flames were as Bo moved wood and metal off his back. He ended up burning some spots on his hands but he doesn’t care. He was just as desperate as Vincent to get their brother out. Each twin took an arm and raced out with him before the museum’s gas could explode. Bo and he cradled their brother then paramedics rushed to his side and took him to the hospital.

He remembered how the world of heavy rock and metal was quiet for the night.

That’s why Bo canceled two weeks of interviews that night, 16 days ago, so they can recover from everything.

He gripped your body tighter and held you closer. You figured he must’ve been scared because he didn’t give you room to wiggle or move. Your hands held his arms and closed your eyes. “I’m happy you’re okay and safe. I’m happy and thankful.”

Vincent made a soft noise, agreeing with you.

“Just want to stay like this and cuddle,” you said, not asking. Luckily he nods in agreement, lifting the blanket up higher over your shoulders.

He didn’t want anything else but this. Vincent wanted you in his arms, in his heart, engraved into his mind. He’ll finish the song and draw a picture of you to put up in the bus. For now, he’ll focus on you and the reality of this feeling.

The sunset over the town like a dream.

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[spinning-stars]

What I think slashers will bake you as a surprise🍰:

Bo Sinclair- he said "Just risk the salmonella and eat the cookie, I quit baking"

Vincent Sinclair- He loves to bake especially for you💖

Lester Sinclair- He tried his best

Stu Macher- There is no explanation.

Billy Loomis- said it looked like Stu

Original Michael Myers- Badussy.

Rob zombie Michael Myers- he wanted to make a cat

Bubba Sawyer- He said it reminds him of you bc "You're both cute and technically editable"

Thomas Hewitt- Mama May had to help him a bit. (He still thinks you deserve better cookies)

Billy Lenz- he said "Christras COCKie"

Authors note- A short little post for today! Requests are open! Have a lovely day<3

And for my Vincent Sinclair fans who love baking, a new shirt fic!-

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[shoyoist]

content: f!reader. established relationship. gun play it's straight up gun fucking y'all. petnames & sweet talk in french. male masturbation. orgasm control, teasing, edging.

— . ｡˚ ♡ helping chamber test out his latest guns and firearm models.

the mouth of the gun is pressed to your clit, and chamber is watching your expression with just a hint of a smirk lifting the corners of his lips, as he rocks the heavy thing up and down around the sensitive bud. "look, chérie. the sensor tells me your little clit's throbbing."

you've been staring with lidded eyes, from under fluttering lashes, at the way the muzzle fits around your clit — but at the sentinel's comment, your gaze skirts obediently over to the holographic sensor displayed on the flat, rectangular barrel.

heat rushes to your cheeks when the sensor flickers along with the pitiful pulse of your clit, as it begs for more stimulation than just a cold ring of metal pressed around it.

he's got you seated on the edge of his desk, with your legs spread apart and hooked around his waist. his belt's loosened and his pants are unzipped, thick cock pulled out for you to see how stiff and blushed it is, revealing that he wants you as much as you want him.

the sight just makes you ache more. you want more than this. you want his cock.

the sensor spikes again.

chamber lets out a low chuckle, at the embarrassment in your eyes. "it works well, don't you think?"

"i—" you swallow, as he slides the tip of the gun off your clit, gathering your slick across it as he lowers it to your wet, messy hole. you breathe, trying to maintain composure. "i guess it does."

"let me try this as well?" he purrs, voice low and purposefully inciting as he nudges the gun against your entrance — and all you can do is give him a hesitant, yet anticipatory nod.

"that's a good girl." he rasps, slowly, gently pushing the barrel into your cunt.

as he does it, his free hand moves to wrap around the length of his cock, and he whispers to you softly — "how's it feel, mon ange? easy to take?"

you nod, unsure of which answer to give exactly, feeling almost dizzy, so vulnerable yet so hot and needy under the weight of his sharp gaze and the barrel that's inside you.

he stares at you for a few seconds, before his hand suddenly comes up to circle the base of your throat, holding you steady as he shoves the gun all the way up into your pussy in one go, eyes never leaving yours.

a stuttered gasp of shock and pleasure escapes you, hips jerking at the cold, heavy feeling — but he's still standing between your legs, forcing you to keep them wide open for him.

the gun's sensor flickers sharply, the spikes cutting up and down through the display, along with the squelch of your wet walls around the metal.

his voice is even lower, when he asks again. "how about now?"

you see the way his eyes flash behind his glasses when you let out a moan, legs tightening their hold around his waist, pulling him closer. "please."

"please?" he chuckles, gently pulling the barrel out before he slides it back in, smooth and heavy inside you. "please, what, chérie?"

"more!" you gasp, when the barrel bumps your cervix, cold and round as it presses into the velvety flesh. "want— want your cock, vincent. please."

"soit patient, amour." he chuckles again, but his grip around his cock gets tighter, and his chest heaves as he pumps at his own length, balls heavy and full within his pants as he restrains himself, wanting to have this little bit of fun with you before he takes you.

"we need to make you cum around this gun first, mhm?" he coos, soft and slow, taunting you with an amused smile.

he keeps you seated up straight, with his hand that's still wrapped around your throat — your own hands come to circle his wrist, holding on as you whimper, spreading your legs as he continues sliding the gun in and out of you. "cum on this gun within the time i count up to ... thirty. then i'll give you my cock. vous me comprenez?"

which of course, gives you no choice but to obey and say yes. "y—yes, i understand, sir."

charmed by your obedience, he laughs softly, and leans close to press a kiss to your temple, running the gun all the way into your cunt as he does it. and as you inhale, trying not to moan too loud, he whispers in your ear. "good girl."

#₊˚ପ⊹ REKHA™. #₊˚ପ⊹ NYCHTA. #chamber smut #chamber x reader #valorant x reader #valorant smut #vincent x reader #vincent smut #vincent fabron x reader #vincent fabron smut

[snakegorl212006]

Vincent Valentine headcanons pt 1

--------------Dating them Includes------------------

-He's your literal shadow He will 90% of the time would just be behind you like your shadow. He worries for you even though it's hard to see it so he kinda just chills there making sure you're safe

-makes sure you get the care you need Due to past experience he wants to make sure you take care of yourself and don't overwork to exhaustion. He would never forgive himself if he lets that happen again to another person he cares about

-Random unexpected moments of affection Vincent is vary bipolar in terms of affection giving. Most of the time you'll have to make the first move as he would be nervous to do it himself but that dosen't mean he never pull the first move. In occasion he would hug you from behind or give you a small little kiss on the cheek or forehead and sometimes ,if you want to, he would secretly asked if you can cuddle with him but its rare for him to ask as if he does want affection he'll show it though his body language

-Training gun addition (I'm pretty sure like everyone within these scenarios would do this) like 100% of the people here Vincent wants to be assured that your safe although it's not as required as Angeal sephiroth and genesis but he would teach you how to use a gun in self defense

----How do they get your attention----------

He would just randomly hold you. I feel like he would be touch starved so he would do things like try to cuddle you, lay on your lap , hold your hand. Although he would love to have your attention he has his own bountries and he respects yours so he would just leave you alone and find something to do or wait until you're done.

----What happens when there jealous---------------

-he would lowkey get sad if someone was flirting with you

- it would make him insecure inside but it doesn't mean he wouldn't make an attempt to do something 

- honestly he’ll asked you if you two can leave and hopefully never deal with this again 

-if it’s a creep he’ll be more direct, like wrapping his arms around you protectively, and very heavily suggested to leave.

--How would they react when there S/o says "I love you"---

-one of the few but many ways to make this man have a decent smile -it might take him a little bit before replying -definitely would have this moment on repeat in his head -he may be quiet about it but he appreciates when his S/o says “I love you” often -he finds comfort in your voice especially when you give him verbal affection

#ff7 x reader #vincent valentine x reader #Final fantasy 7 x reader #ff7 #Final fantasy 7 #vincent valentine #vincent x reader

[helloemmaz3]

Masked Pursuit

*sign* 

This is based off of a poll I made about Vincent Sinclair. 

Idk how it came to this. But anyhoo! Enjoy! (hopefully)

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DO NOT INTERACT.

You were fucked.

You wished you hadn’t listened to your stupid ass friends. You wished you hadn’t stepped foot in this shitty ghost town for fucking gas. If only you had noticed something was odd when the wax figures looked a little bit too real, but now it was too late. Now, three of your friends have been turned into wax sculptures as some sick and twisted art, and you witnessed your final friend get his head blown the fuck off by a crazed mechanic with a shotgun.

Now you were in the house of horror, Trudy’s House of Wax.

“SOMEONE! FUCKING HELP ME!” you screamed at the top of your lungs. The sound of echoing heavy footsteps behind you pierced the air as you darted through the wax exhibit, fear etched across your face. You weren’t looking to be turned into a fucking wax figure by this maniac.

The dimly lit, eerie atmosphere engulfed the wax museum as your breath came in short gasps as you tried to escape. Your heart pounded in your chest as you glance over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of a masked man closing in on you.

Silent figures of ordinary people, frozen in time, surround the room you passed through.

You felt like they were watching you reach your inevitable death.

Eventually, you stumbled upon another section of the wax museum after running for what seemed like forever. You stand there at one end of a surreal and otherworldly kitchen, where everything, from the smallest utensil to the grandest centerpiece, is made entirely of wax. Wax replicas of pots and pans hung neatly from hooks on the wall, casting distorted reflections.

When footsteps stop short of the doorway, your eyes widen. Your attention was caught by the strange man, whose raven black hair cascaded down to his chest. The both of you stare at each other for a moment, and it was only the sound of you heaving that filled the room.

The tension in the wax kitchen reached its peak when a confrontation unfolded between the two of you. You frantically scanned your surroundings for an escape route and spotted a mahogany door. But you couldn’t just run towards it without being grabbed and eventually sliced and diced by this dude.

No.

So in one desperate move, you grab the wax plates from behind you on the counter and hurl them forcefully at the man as he advances towards you. The plates, fragile and brittle, soar through the air, spinning and twirling in a chaotic dance.

However, your efforts prove futile when the man’s instincts kick in, and with lightning-fast reflexes, he raises his arm in a protective gesture. The plates collide with his forearm, and in a shower of broken wax fragments, they disintegrate upon impact. At that moment, you bum-rushed through the door for a much-awaited freedom only to stare down at a stairway that took on an eerie and macabre form. Your eyes danced across a haunting amalgamation of faces and flickering candlelight.

“What the-” Before you could finish your sentence, something hard pushed your back causing you to tumble forward. As if in slow motion, you felt yourself falling head over heels until finally hitting the bottom with an agonizing thud.

You groaned as pain shot up from every part of your body while trying to catch breaths between sobs. The masked man stood at the top of the stairs looking down at you like he had just won some sort of twisted game show prize for catching his victim after an hour-long chase around the waxed rooms.

Seeing you helplessly lay before him, the masked man was like a hawk swooping down on its prey, ready to snatch it up in its talons as he began descending slowly toward you.

“Please…Please stop! I’ll leave!” you begged. The man cocked his head at you in response, almost as if he was wondering what to do next.

“Just let me leave. I promise I will never come back again,” you pleaded with the man who seemed  to not listen to a word you said. He just kept on staring at your body, his blue eyes slowly sliding up your frame. It was as if he was lost deep within the folds of his mind. His gaze was so intense that your legs trembled in fear.

All of a sudden, he reached behind his neck to undo his black apron, then began undoing the zipper on his pants. All you could do was watch him as a feeling of arousal mixed with dread crept into you. Your breath became heavy as his cock sprang out. He quickly removed his pants and kicked them off along with his apron leaving him completely naked from the shirt down. You stared at the thick, hard shaft sticking straight up from between his legs, dripping pre-cum from the tip.

It looked big enough to be the biggest dick you've ever seen, or maybe you just imagined it was that large because you weren't getting any lately. 

Your eyes were fixed on it as you laid there. Your mind silently complimented it. You tried to imagine what would happen if you resisted. Out of all the scenarios you saw yourself dying regardless. So what was the point?

At least if you die after this, you’ll die knowing you received a good dicking.

“You know what? Just fuck me." you exclaim out of breath. “I’m gonna die anyway.” 

You let out a whimper as he grabbed your wrists, pinning them against the floor above you.  The masked man that lifted you up slightly by your waist, to line your clothed sex with his member.

Your breath hitched in response to the man unbuckling and pulling down your pants to reveal your purple panties. You felt cold air 

He moved the crotch area of the panties aside on your wet puffy lips and then shoved himself inside your virgin pussy with his giant cock. It hurt a lot at first because it was bigger than anything you had experienced before, but once he started moving in and out your pussy walls, all you could do was moan with pleasure as he filled you completely.

He began to thrust inside of you in a quick rhythm, his hips slamming into yours with powerful force. His balls slapped against your ass, making a loud smacking noise that sent shivers down your spine as you moaned louder. You felt sweat start to bead on your forehead and trickle down your neck as he slammed into you even harder. He was taking control, and you liked that a lot. You wanted to feel his cock pounding into you.

“Ohhh~" you had completely forgotten about him killing your friends as he pumped your pussy like he was possessed by some kind of sex demon. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders while he pounded into you over and over again like he didn't need to breathe in order to stay alive.

He was going to kill you. You knew it. Yet the pleasure coursing through your entire body was too much to handle as he continued to hammer away at your tight cunt. You could only whimper in protest as he drove into you relentlessly.

“OH fuck" you grunted, "I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum" You began to buck uncontrollably, unable to keep still as his length teased at the right spot inside of you. Throughout your body, your muscles tightened with excitement. You felt your climax building deep inside of you and all you could do was let go. You came like a rocket, squirting hot jizz all over the base of his member as you screamed in ecstasy.

With one last thrust, he let out a loud grunt as his thick load spurted deep inside of you. He collapsed onto you and lay there panting as you both caught your breath together. 

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[rzyraffek]

I have a little smut request, if you don't like or don't want to write I understand that's alright.

When slashers are take a shower then S/O suddenly get in

Bo please must have him, I love this man too much, and Vincent, Lester, Brahms, Thomas, or other slashers you want to write. (or you think I pick too much you can pick some, but please Bo must thank you so much❤️)

I just think this will be fun

Oh, btw, I very love your work so perfect so wonderful so amazing❤️❤️❤️

Yall really love Sinclair's😭😭 ALSO THANK YOU V MUCH IM GLAD YALL ENJOY MY BLOG!!!! Before you read that I need to remind yall that I DONT USUALLY WRITE NSFW STUFF SO DONT EXPECT ANYTHING GREAT HERE!! Request open

Nsfw, but nothing too detailed, they/them pronouns for s/o

Shower zegz with slashers

Bo Sinclair

Our guy will make sure that they will remember that shower for long time

Yknow when you just vibe in shower and you accidently touch cold wall with your back and get all cold and upset? Yeah if s/o has the same problem.. too bad he doenst care they are getting pinned to that wall in seconds anyways

He loves seeing their face, how they react to his actions and words, how their body moves because of him

Will comment A LOT, expect a lot of praising, some cruse words and alot of growls tbh

He marks them 100% one way or another. Bite marks, Hickeys ( alot of them), ect

Afterwards he gonna bring them a towel and make sure they can go to bedroom and rest there for a while. This guy isn't the best at aftercare but he isn't heartless!

Vincent

No bcs he will blush sososo hard😨😳

Like they have to make first move cuz this guy will just stand there awkwardly looking like he has stick up his ass

He gonna be so gentle with them💖 carefully grabbing their hips/hair and enjoying the view moment

Tbh he loves grabbing their hair and vice versa, if s/o is touchy he gonna be sosos blushy

Also afterward he gonna wash their hair probably🥰 making sure they at least get out of this shower clean lol

Brahms Heelshire

Nah bcs this guy will be the one to actually pull them into shower, like s/o was just vibing doing their skincare routine and this guy just grabbed them and yeeted them into shower

He gonna act like he just wants to spent time together🙄🙄 yeah totally

Pls make sure that s/o calls him good boi or he gonna bite them

Also ngl he probably looks sexy asf with wet hair

Incredibly affectionate, yall will be extremely close to each other for the whole thing. And expect him to wisper and growl into s/o year

Thomas Hewitt

This babi will be soso confused??? Like???? Oh you wanna shower together?? Yeah sure ig I don't mind???

Again s/o has to do first move cuz he won't even think about asking them about that type of stuff! Hes a gentleman he would neverr.. unless they ask him ofc

S/o gonna forgor how to walk for few hours at least

He just gonna pick them up and pin them to wall like s/o weights nothing (tbh it doesnt really matter how much they weight this guy picked up adult men and whooped other one at the same time without any struggle, really dont worry)

He cant really tell them how he feels so he just gonna gently pat them or nuzzle them.

He will feel bad afterwards when their legs shake or when they can't really walk 😓

Micheal Myers

Tbh the only reason he showed was bcs they promised him that he will get reward later. Fr this guy stinks

Sex with him is incredibly akward. He doenst make any noise nor shows any kind of affection? Maybe he gonna carry them to bed afterwards or bring them towel?? Like this guy never heard about aftercare, or care overall tbh

He will never show it but he loves when s/o gives him affection or tells him nice words, how good he is and how great his doing his job rn

Not my proudest one! I really suck at nsfw stuff sorry😓😓 also I had nightmare and there was Bo for some reason ?? But he had heavy cowboy-texas accent ??? Idk why. Anyways its 2am yall have great rest of day

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[adnehellena]

Hello! I really love your previous work on Chaos!Valentine so I would like to ask for a Chaos!Valentine with a flirty SO please 🥺 like how would this baby handle that?

Hey, hello, there! 😃

Sorry, it took me a while to think about this ask and answer it. I tried to wrap my head around the idea, and tried my best to sound flirty (I'm very, very, very bad at dirty talks, so being flirty is something I easily wouldn't excel at, and had to resort to some cheesy, cringe pick up lines).

But I tried, and this is the result.

Sorry about the brevity of it, but it was a busy week. I hope you are, at least, satisfied with the outcome.

See ya! 😘😘

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The first time you saw him, you were both fighting a gruesome monster inside an underground mako pond, and the Limit Break of Vincent was inevitable. As his body started to shine, you prepared to watch, fascinated as the man-turned-beast slaughtered the enemies into a cruel, gore-ish frenzy. But that wasn't what happened and you were stunned when the demon-like creature, armored and crowned as a dark king, descended upon the cave, so fast and efficient, moving graciously as dancer, light as a feather, in a way that made your mouth dry and your insides throb with the sparks of arousal.

Vincent had warned you about Chaos' form, but he never said ot was so deliciously masculine and powerful, captivating and beautiful. Those yellow, eerie eyes that look at you with a veiled curiosity, a bit of awe as the way you gaped at him. You smiled, and it was a new, good feeling as you walked to the demon with a bit more of sway on your hips, taking in his guarded, waiting expression.

"Hello, handsome! Fancy see you here."

The silence between you two was deafening, and the strange pupils focused on you, your proximity to the strong body of the entity without an ounce of fear in your scent. That was enough for him to tilt his head, regarding you with a tiny fleck of interest.

"Never knew I'd have proof that angels really do exist, but here you are!"

You smirked, and the demon blinked in confusion, yellow eyes trailing your small hand in his chest, the finger outlining the red of his suit with an intimacy unknown to him. He blinked again, leisurely, and suddenly Valentine was back, both of you covered in purple dust as the demon receded. The gunslinger arched an eyebrow, caught surprised only by your naughty laughter.

After that, things spiralled fast.

It wasn't unusual that you both fought together. Valentine was good with guns, you were good with daggers, so the forest outside your house often held your fights, being it a hunt or only for fun. That's when, while cleaning yourself by the clear pond two miles away, you perceived the demon's reflection on the water, approaching your crouching figure with something aching to protection in his eyes.

You knew Vincent's demons had an oath of loyalty over those the man protected and cherished, but the twitching of Chaos' hands was something new. You stood up, and took your opportunity, swirling around and glueing yourself to the demon's figure, hand traveling from his firm waist to his butt. Your small fingers wrapped in supple leather, squeezing it with a naughty wink.

In seconds, Chaos was gone, and Valentine frowned to your bright, mischievous eyes. He sighed, walking back to the hunted prey and lifting it over his shoulders as you scurried to keep his stride.

On the course of weeks, the dynamic suffered little shift, except for it seemed that Vincent started to rely more on the demons inside him, leaving them to share his senses even outside battlefields and near your presence, letting them watch your day-to-day tasks.

Well, one demon, specifically.

Chaos was surfacing more and more, for short periods of time, the strange yellow of his pupils overpowering the crimson of Vincent's with ease whenever you two were close. You smiled whenever you felt that heavy, confused stare on your person, and emptied your most cheesy lines with the demon.

It started with a "Hey, gorgeous. Do you have a name, or can I just call you 'mine'?

To which he only blinked and frowned, answering with an uncertain, low and timid "Chaos."

And God, what a voice he had! It reverberated in your bones like a call of the graveyard, low and rusty, with too many souls behind it, an echo that should've caused you fear, but only increased your desire.

The next time you caught him staring at you were in the kitchen, cooking dinner with Vincent cleaning his guns over the tiny table and, as you turned, the demon's eyes were glued to your figure, quickly turning away.

"Did the sun come out, or did you just smile at me, beautiful?"

Chaos frowned - and that was a natural expression by now, whenever you brought a cheeky, flirty line between you and him. It always took him a few seconds, sometimes a little over a minute, to comprehend the sentence and answer. "I didn't smile."

You laughed, leaving the confused demon to receding back in the depths of Valentine's mind as you searched the fridge for the eggs.

On a cold, rainy day, you were drawing some sketches over the couch, the ravenette reading behind your back and trapped by his long legs, as the body stiffened suddenly. You paused, some primal recognition tingling inside you, and turned to see the red eyes turned yellow again, with the creature blushing faintly at the position you were both.

You snuggled closer to the slim chest, making sure to rub your body against the gunslinger's and sighed, coming to kiss the skin below Vincent's jaw. "Did it hurt? When you fell from heaven?"

"I... Never fell from heaven. I was born from disgrace."

"What about you disgracing me, then?"

You completely missed the red of the demon's cheeks, the shock he felt when Vincent's body responded to your smuggling and the small bites you left on his neck. The gunslinger moaned, forgetting the demon's antics as he closed the arms around you, pulling you up for a full kiss and more.

---

You were dozing on Vincent's chest, legs tangled to fit the small couch and Valentine's arms around you when he squeezed your neck gently, bringing your eyes to his relaxed, satisfied face. He turned, pulling you over his body to watch your reaction closely.

"...What have you done to Chaos? He's hiding the time he possesses me."

"Is he...? Huh." You frowned, red nailed fingers tapping on his chest as you thought. "Maybe he's linking it?"

"Liking it what, bumblebee?"

"Oh, nothing special. I just have been... Flirting with him?" You trailed off, hoping the gunslinger would leave the subject alone and wouldn't mind you sweet-talking one of his other personalities. You sighed as the man frowned more. "You know, calling him beautiful, pinching his butt, asking him on a date... On our bed."

You mumbled the last part, but forgot how good Vincent's hearing was. You winced, expecting the long argument of how inappropriate and how dangerous that was, and etc, etc, but frowned as the man just stared.

"You're insane."

You laughed, forehead hitting the man's collarbone as his hands carded through your hair, pulling it a little. You expected a fight, some strong opinions and all you received was the baffled, far away shine of ruby eyes as Vincent looked at the vast whiteness of your ceiling. You knew what that look meant, and if it wasn't chased by a storming face, it was something that pleased both Valentine and his demons. So your idea of bedding one of them wasn't so out of the picture like you thought...

"Hey." You straightened yourself and put a small hand on his face, forcing yourself up to kiss his mouth with a sweet, quick peck. "I love you, and your demons. If it makes him uncomfortable, I'll stop. But I stand my ground, Vincent. I want both of you."

"You're insane. And I'm even more, because Chaos is loving your flirtatious persona, so I'll leave him have a little time with you."

You smiled, making sure the next kiss was a big one, just in case the demon was near.

#vincent valentine #final fantasy vii #vincent x reader #vincent valentine x reader #ask box

[urfavchaotichotmess]

Vincent is the type of guy to cum while pleasuring his partner

#vincent sinclair #slasher #urfavslasherslvt #slashers #slasher headcanons #slasher x reader #slasher smut #house of wax #house of wax headcanons #vincent x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair smut

[justasimp1]

Vincent Sinclair x Reader!

Smut

Exposed

'This is Y/N L/N, she'll be staying around for awhile so ignore her werid antics' Lester shrugged, moving his toothpick between his fingers. Vincent hesitantly nodded and kept making small glances to the side.

You hummed, going over the memory. Did you leave a bad first impression? Was your posture off? Question raced through your mind, trying to connect dots of why Vincent was being distant. Ever since you arrived his demeanor changed.

For example, if you entered the room, soon after he was scurry away or if you tried making conversation he would pretend you didn't exist.

"Its broken!" You overheard Vincent and Bo arguing in the kitchen. You slowly walked down the stairs. "And I told you I didn't break the damn thing. Move out the way, freak" Bo groaned, pushing Vincent's shoulder.

You slowly walked into the kitchen, voice coming out in a small peep. "Sorry, that was me" You heart sank seeing the small wax sculpture that that a glue filled crack in the middle.

Vincent froze when your voice reached his ears. "It was an accident! I was only looking at it. It's really pretty" You wailed your arms around during the frantic apology.

Although it wasn't going to save you from your punishment, you tried to give him an apologetic smile. Vincent groaned, his tone lower than before. He walked out of the kitchen without another sound.

You bit your lip. "Did I mess up?" Your heart dropped as you looked at Bo. Bo just laughed at the uneasy expression in your face.

Or maybe it was that encounter that made Vincent resent you. You could have sworn the 20 times (someone's definitely keeping count) you apologized got you off the hook. You spent your time pining after him, falling deeper into the mix of emotions.

Even though he probably never thought of you especially not in the way you think of him, your heart always picked up its pace when you saw him. The amazing curves he constructed on his sculpture added more to your admiration.

You sighed, walking inside the house. The floor boards shifted underneath your weight. Small creaking and muffled talking came from upstairs. It was probably Bo self monologing again, you held back a laugh.

You crept up the stairs, trying your best to miss all the creaky boards. You walked down the hallway, the realization of the sound coming from your room made you surprised. You scrunched your eyebrows, putting an ear to the thin door.

"-Mmh- Fuck" Your legs went weak as you heard a soft moan leave Vincent's mouth. 'Leave!' Your mind told you but your body wanted to stay. It was wrong to stay and invade his personal privacy, even if the action was being done in your room.

"Y/N, please touch me~" His words were slurred together by a mess of moans. Your eyes widened in shock. But even more in surprise. The jerking became faster. You adjusted yourself, looking in the crack of the door.

Vincent's arm was marked with veins as he pumped his dick into his hand. His legs shook while he threw his head back. Precum was dripping down his shaft. His girth twitching with every touch.

Your panties were draped around his flushed tip. Another pair being gripped by his hand and held up to his mask. You felt yourself start to get wet, the desire twisting itself in your stomach.

You squeezed your thighs together, palming the escaping heat. You quietly whimpered, eyes trained on Vincent's movements. You rubbed a finger over your tight shorts, massaging your throbbing clit.

You tried to regain your composure, remind yourself doing this wasn't normal and you should have more strength than this. You let out slow breathes, closing your eyes.

You didn't even realized that Vincent had cum in the time you spaced out. 'He's walking to the door shit' You panicked, walking back to the stairs before doubling back to make it look like you were just walking up.

"Oh Vincent! Funny seeing you up here" You laughed, pretending you didn't see him close your room's door. He rushed passed you, his skin warm when he grazed your arm. "Wait" You grabbed his hand.

Your nose twitched, almost as if you could smell the lingering ecstasy. "Can we talk in my office?" You muttered, searching for his eyes in the mask holes. Vincent couldn't say no to you- well he couldn't say anything to you at all.

He nodded. You dragged him down the hallway to what used to be Mr. Sinclair's office. You opened the door, slyly locking it when Vincent wasn't looking.

Vincent studied the dim room, the only light coming from your desk. You placed both hands on his shoulders, guiding him to the couch. "Sit please" Vincent obeyed to your every word.

You grabbed a bottle from underneath your desk. "You drink?" You removed the cork with your mouth while watching Vincent. His hands awkwardly laid on top of his crotch area.

He shrugged, swallowing the lump in his throat. You took a long shot. The burning down your esophagus made you craving something else. You sat on your desk, facing Vincent.

Your lips quirked up into a smile. "I saw you...in my room" The words came out barley above a whisper. Vincent shamefully looked down, getting ready to apologize.

"God" You moaned, watching his black strands fall into his face. You imagined them brushing your face as he pounded into you. You set the bottle of liquor down. You stood in front of Vincent.

His hands were clutched tense as he stuttered out an apology. You cupped his face, your finger slowly pushed his mask up, lips smashing against his. Vincent whimpered, leaning into your touch.

You climbed on top of his lap, moving his hands around your waist. You ground on his hard tent, a sharp gasp leaving you as you felt his girth glide across. "I've wanted to do this for so long" You gripped his broad shoulders.

"Do you like getting off in my room? With my panties around your cock?" You hummed in Vincent's ears, rolling your hips on his bulge. Vincent nodded, his panting getting louder. His hand grasp your ass, kneading the squishy skin.

"I need to..." Vincent's voice drifted off, he pulled down his waxed stained sweats. His leaking cock sprung out, standing straight on his torso. The tip was burning pink, the pale getting darker the further you looked down at his shaft.

"Please" Vincent mewled, jerking the hem of your shorts. "You're so fucking needy" You slipped off your shorts, readjusting on his lap. Vincent squeezed your breast, rubbing your hard nipple peaking through the thin material.

You pushed his cock inside of your dripping hole. Vincent moaned loudly, his voice cracking from pleasure. "Shh be a good boy. I don't want your brothers to hear" You balled your damp undergarments to his mouth, shoving the fabric in.

"Only you get to see me like this" You muttered, starting to bounce on his prodding length. His base was stretching you fast, you could feel your delicate walls widening.

He looked up, his mask shifting with every thrust. "You're so pretty Vincent" You gulped, massaging your fingers into his roots. His hands slipped down your abdomen, this thumbs placed on your hip.

His forearm flexed as he helped you slam himself back on his cock. "So -ugh- good" His sobs are muffled by your panties. Vincent could taste your essence, the sweet musk made him drool.

Spots blanked your vision. The humid air got to your head. You heard the front door shut. "Shit" You're eyes widened in shock. Vincent spat out your underwear, putting a hand over you mouth.

His arm tightened around you, turning you around, placing your black on the couch. "Only I can...s-see you and hear y-you" Vincent murmured, he buried his cock back into your pussy.

You strained to hear Bo messing around in the kitchen. "Me" Vincent furrowed his eyebrows, pulling your attention back to him. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he crashed into your hips.

"Fuck" You cursed feeling an immediate knot in your stomach form. Spot blinded your vision, you clawed at his back. His balls bounced on your ass.

Your hips ached as he pushed your legs further apart. Your lungs started to shake as you convulsed. You spasmed over his cock, clenching down on his length.

Vincent kept fucking you through your orgasm, keeping a tight handover of your mouth. Bo's footsteps echoed up the stairs. You gripped the edge of the couch, feeling another weird feeling bubble up.

"I'm going to" You moaned, tears brimming to the edge of your eyes. Vincent gulped, gripping the armrest of the couch. His rope of cum stained your flesh walls.

He bucked his hips into you, the mesh of white ooze leaking out of you. The balls of your feet dug into his back as a squirt of fluid came out. The thick warmth came dripping out onto the couch.

Bo knocked on the door "Hey Y/N. Are you okay?". Vincent pulled out, rubbing his twitching tip over your messy soaked hole. "Y-Yeah," You said trying not to moan out Vincent's name.

Bo's footsteps echoed down the hallway. You tried to stabilize your breathing, looking up at Vincent through your eyelashes. "I thought you hated me" You rushed his messy hair behind his ears.

Vincent cocked his head to the side, taking your hand in his and pressing them against his chest. You felt his heart beating rapidly like he was running a marathon.

You smile, kissing the forehead of his mask.

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[suvidrache]

into the night

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 500 | Read it on AO3 | masterlist

Summary: first date with vincent.

Vincent never thought he would fall in love. He never thought he would find someone who actually made him feel something. He was a very private person and very rarely spoke. Very few knew him, and even fewer people knew of further details about him. He preferred to stay away from people, and he liked that his presence was enough for people to leave him be.

You were different, though. You approached him, and you weren't at all bothered by his coldness. You tried your hardest to have a conversation with him and continued to talk to him, even when he sometimes didn't reply. He enjoyed how happy you seemed. You were the complete opposite of him. Although, you also kept to yourself. He was only slightly curious why someone like you would avoid the other people, but he never questioned it.

You were the first to ask him out. He never rejected or accepted your invite. Yet, you held onto the hope that he would show up. You looked so happy and so hopeful that he would join you. He had yet to see you sad, and he didn't want to see it, nor did he want to be the cause of your sadness. He would have felt terrible for it. He arrived, and your face lit up. When you spoke, he was slightly more talkative than he had been before. Still, he talked in the same cryptic manner that he always did. If it were anyone else, they would have been unsettled by his speaking. You were used to it, and it didn't bother you one bit. He wasn't one to visit the public, let alone sit in a restaurant and eat. You were also aware of that before you asked him out. Instead, your date was in a secluded spot. Somewhere, no one would bother either of you, and you had brought some food that you made. Vincent could tell that you were trying. He would have smiled, but he didn't want you to question anything, so he remained emotionless, as always.

Vincent did try to put in some effort. Occasionally, he would ask you questions that he had, and he even went as far as to answer more questions than he had previously. You weren't expecting it, and he continued on as if this were something he always did. He knew that his behavior wasn't normal, but he trusted you. He believed that this could be something more. He wasn't the type to go into a relationship without the possibility of marriage in the future, but he never mentioned it.

When the moon began to make its way up into the sky, it was time to head home. He offered to walk you home, and you accepted. Even if you wanted to walk alone, he would have secretly followed after you to ensure that you would be safe.

When you made it home, Vincent kissed your hand, agreed to another date, and vanished into the night.

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