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Hello! I'm looking for a John wick x reader fanfic, all the story is following the plot of the 3 movies but the reader (who's John's wife) is with him.

She's kidnapped by Tarasov in the beginning and she's the one who lost her finger in the desert

Can someone help me to find this beautiful story again please!

(most y/n fics are fem gender but [attempted] no real mention of specific appearance, race, body type) The Night Nurse - John x Helen CH 1 │ CH 2 │ CH 3 │ CH 4 │ CH 5 │ CH 6 │ CH 7 │ CH 8 CH 9. CH 10. │ A03

you're the worst thing (i'm addicted to) - John x Helen'sSister!Reader fic │ Part 1 │Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 A03

John x Helen'sSister!Reader Imagine John Wick x Tarasov'sDaughter!Reader Imagine Constantine x Reader x John Wick Imagine Young!John Wick & Model!Reader Imagine part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 John x Wife!Reader Fix it Imagine

BITTERSWEET Yandere!John x fem!reader coffee shop au (this totally turned into a fic) All Chapters

gentleman john wick headcanon

just a warm up drabble

bodyguard!Wick x shy!curvy!student!fem!Reader fic

OTHER KEANUVERSE CHARACTERS:

THE GIRL NEXT DOOR- Constantine x Vampire!Reader Fic Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3

Constantine x Vampire!Reader Neighbor Imagine

Donaka Mark x MartialArtist!Reader Imagine

Donaka Mark x Secretary!Reader Imagine

THE DEVILS' TRIANGLE - Tex Johnson x Reader x John Wick (x Constantine) Yandere Collab with the diabolical @treedaddymcpuffpuff & @sweetwolfcupcake *so many dead doves here be warned...* Original Imagine COVER Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5. Part 6 Part 7. Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 WIP

EXCESSIVE FORCE - Tom Ludlow x Nurse!Reader collab w the AMAZING @treedaddymcpuffpuff CHAPTER MAP

THE BASTARD'S MISTRESS - a don John x servant!Reader fic

break me, softly - a Jack Traven x fem!NurseReader fic

Vino Veritas - A Frank x Reader Destination Wedding Fic PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 EPILOGUE ✨️NOW COMPLETE!😛✨️ CHAPTER MAP

peep toe pumps - a kevin lomax x femSecretary!reader fic

A Walk in the Clouds Paul Sutton x fem!Reader x Don John Outline Fic Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Noses in Roses (John Wick x Reader)

A/N: Hi! this is the teacher!reader x John fic I’ve been working on since literally December 21st. It’s taken me so long, and you’ll see why in the word count. This aint even all of it. I decided I’m going to post this in two parts, as there is so much I want to add to this little world. Anyways; enjoy <3

Words: 12.7k

Warnings: swears, pregnancy, mentions of deceased ex-spouse

Summary: You are an elementary school teacher, first grade to be exact. One afternoon your student, James’s nanny is late to pick him up. You then meet his father, John Wick. 

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Alone Together - John Wick x Reader Oneshot

Isolated with John? Yes please! 

•Concept•

Word Count : 4.9K

Warnings : Lots of fluff. lots of smut. oral sex. some alcohol. 

Summary : While on lockdown, John and his girlfriend, Y/N, finally get some much needed time together all day, doing all sorts of things…but mainly getting down and dirty. 

A/N : Whhheew! On his car, in the shower, on the kitchen counter, on the sofa, while cooking, ya name it! I hope this helps makes your social distancing a bit more enjoyable :) 

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Ultrasound; - John Wick x Reader

4.3k words

summary : you’re 4 months pregnant, and your husband john is everything you’ve ever wanted. however, he misses your ultrasound appointment, leading to you being upset with him.

warnings : pregnant reader. angst, but also lots of fluff! x f! reader. 

notes : requested by lovely anon! I really hope you enjoy this, lovie. I know you had asked for a heated argument, however, I just couldn’t bring myself to write John being angry at his s/o. he’s too much of a softie :) as always, please do leave comments and feedback, it means so much! I’m a little nervous for this one aH be kind pls ily xx

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⊱ Nightmares ⊰

Pairing: John Wick x Reader

Summary: John comforts his daughter after she wakes up from a nightmare.

Warnings: a smidge of angst, but major fluff

Words: 2.3k

A/N:  I was in a dad!john mood these last couple of days and ended up writing this fic. This is set a few years after Perfect to Me, which takes place in a universe that I’ll be expanding with more of these family blurbs. Hope you enjoy!

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Marry Me - John Wick

Pairing: John Wick x reader

Warnings: nope

A/N: based on the above song.

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John Wick stepped from his car into the Southern sun and grabbed his suitcoat from the back seat. He slid it on, shrugging it into place. After buttoning two buttons, he tugged at the bottom and ran his hands along it to smooth out any wrinkles.

He turned to look at the white house behind him. The green trim needed painting but otherwise it looked exactly the same as the last time he’d been here. God, what was it now? 10 years? He huffed a humorless laugh at how time seemed to slip away before he even noticed.

He hadn’t thought he’d ever be back here then he’d gotten that ivory invitation in the mail with roses embossed around the edges and your name in elegant script. For some reason he thought coming to see the love of his life marry someone else seemed like a good idea. Maybe he was a glutton for punishment. It wasn’t if he didn’t deserve it for what he’d done to you. He knew that. He still wished he was the groom you were walking down the aisle to. He also had a burning curiosity to know how you found him. How you even had the slightest idea of where to look.

As he walked across the freshly mown grass, he slipped one hand into his pocket to play with the ring he’d bought you all those years ago. He’d never given it to you. You didn’t even know it existed, but he’d kept it as a reminder just the same.

The two of you had been madly in love. The kind of love that makes you forget about everything else in the world because you’re so wrapped up in one another. Then he’d taken a bullet on a job and his vision of the future realigned. What was he doing with you? What would you do when he just didn’t come home one day?

It didn’t take him long to come to the conclusion that it would better if he left now. If you didn’t get any more attached to one another than you already were. So, he told you goodbye and never came home. By the time he’d been gone long enough for you to head to his apartment, it was empty. Not a trace of him remained. And just like that he was gone from your life. He hadn’t spoken to you since that day. And as much as he always hoped you’d move on and find happiness with someone else, he’d never intended to witness it. Now that the day was here, he found himself wishing you weren’t happy with this guy, as selfish as that may be.

As he moved around the house, his gaze fell on several people he recognized. Family of yours that he’d met on one or more occasions, a couple of friends that were still around. He didn’t miss the moment a few of them recognized him as well. The one to greet him however was none other than your father. Fantastic.

“John. I’m surprised to see you here. I hope you don’t plan to cause any trouble.” His voice was cold, firm, but John hadn’t expected anything less. You were the man’s baby girl after all.

John kept his hands clasped together in front of him as he offered your dad a nod instead of a handshake. “Mr. Y/L/N. No problems. I was invited.”

He scoffed and shook his head. “Of course you were. That girl.” He turned and walked off without another word.

The assassin clenched his teeth together and a muscle flexed in his jaw. Your father and he had never gotten along. Time and circumstance certainly hadn’t improved matters. John got lost in thought. Several minutes later, someone patted his arm and he glanced over to find Emmett, your grandfather.

John had always liked the old man and grinned wide. “Good to see you, Emmett.”

The man grunted and offered John a flask. “You look like you need this almost as much as me.”

John chuckled and took a drink before passing it back. The smooth whiskey warmed his throat and he wondered if he should have had a couple of drinks before he came. “You doing the service?”

“Only because she begged me. Never have been able to tell that girl no,” he grumbled.

John’s lips curled into a smile. “I remember. I always imagined you’d be happier to officiate her wedding.”

His dark eyes darted over and looked John over from top to bottom. “Not this one. He’s no good this one.”

He straightened immediately, his posture switching to attack mode. After a glance around to make certain they wouldn’t be overheard, John leaned toward the man he’d once considered a friend. “What are you talking about, Emmett?”

He took another drink from his flask before pursing his lips as he twisted the lid back on. “Whatever secret you’re hiding, she’s known about it for a long time.”

John’s brow furrowed at the sudden change in topic. “What?”

“Walk with me.” It was an order, not an invitation and John dutifully followed along as your grandfather started walking the property. Only once they were well away from the others, did he start speaking again. “She was never mad about you leaving. Sad, sure, but for some reason she never really blamed you. And she never stopped waiting for you.”

John wasn’t sure if he felt happy or guilty. That had never been what he wanted. He’d intended for you to forget about him and move on. “Well, she obviously did eventually.”

Emmett huffed a laugh. “I wouldn’t bet on it.”

“You said this guy was no good. What did you mean by that, Emmett?” John’s stomach churned at all of the possibilities. “Does he hit her?”

“Not that I know of, but he is a grade A asshole.” The old man stopped walking and turned to face John with a sigh. “Jacob fucked up.”

Jacob was your older brother and John had never particularly cared for him. He hated the way your parents favored him over you even more. He was a prick and certainly didn’t deserve the preferential treatment. John clenched his teeth together. “What does Jacob have to do with Y/N getting married?”

Emmett took another long drink then passed the flask to John who followed suit. “He started gambling. None of us knew. Before long he owed some very bad people a lot of money. I told Richard and Patty to let him face the consequences but they weren’t about to let anything happen to their precious boy. They liquidated everything, including Y/N’s college fund. And they took out a mortgage on the farm.”

“Jesus.” The farm had been in your family for four generations and had been debt free for decades. It was a point of pride with Emmett. And John knew for a fact that you’d put most of the money in that college fund even if it had been in your parents’ names.

“Craig has been after Y/N since middle school, but she only had eyes for you. Even when you moved off.” Emmett looked away, no longer able to meet the eye of the man beside him. “They were going to lose the farm. Craig offered to pay off the loan if Y/N married him.”

John said nothing, afraid if he opened his mouth a tirade would pour out. He didn’t who he was angriest with: the asshole that was trying to buy you, your brother, your parents, or you. If you could find him to send that fucking invitation, you could have found him to ask for help. To tell him what the fuck was going on and ask him to get you the hell out of here. His hand clenched at his sides.

“Where is she?” he finally bit out.

Emmett gave a small smile. “Her old room. I’ll stay lost for a bit. They can’t have a ceremony without the minister.”

John nodded once and stormed toward the house, people hurrying out of his way when they saw him. This was a John Wick that was seldom seen. This wasn’t the cool, collected killer that executed his job with precision, that adjusted to unforeseen circumstances with barely a thought. No, he was angry. Furious. And god help anyone that got in his way.

Once he entered the house and was recognized, he had a few people try to stop him. He ignored them all. That was until he reached to open the door to your room.

“John Wick? What the fuck are you doing here?”

The assassin turned his head and looked over his shoulder to find Craig Wilkinson scowling at him with his arms crossed over his chest. John’s tongue darted out to moisten his lips. “You should leave.”

Craig’s arms fell to his sides. “Excuse me? Who the fuck—”

John interrupted him with a fist to his face, knocking the ass out. He didn’t hesitate to turn and open the door to your bedroom. Your mother was fussing with your veil while two of your friends looked on. His gaze immediately locked on you, unable to look anywhere else. You were stunning. Even more so than the last time he’d seen you. And it had nothing to do with the dress you were wearing. You were just…more. And when your eyes found him and the pain in them gave way to joy and love, he thought that might be the sexiest damn thing he’d ever seen. “Out,” he ordered.

“Oh, no. Don’t think you’re coming in here and ruining—” your mother started and you placed your hand over her mouth to silence her.

“Leave, mother. I’ll just be a moment.” Your voice hit him like a Mack truck. It was the sweetest sound he’d heard in nearly ten years.

When everyone else had gone, he stepped fully into the room and shut the door behind him. His eyes kept moving over you as if he stopped looking you might disappear on him like he had on you. He licked his lips again. “You’re not marrying him.”

Your lips curled just a little and your gaze softened. “Okay.”

He stepped forward and reached down to slid your engagement ring off your finger. “And you’re not wearing that.”

“All right.”

He dropped the ring to the floor and pulled the one from his pocket to replace it. “You’re going to wear this one, and you’re going to marry me.”

And the smile that covered your face matched the one that covered his. “Took you long enough. I’ve been waiting.”

His hand cupped your cheek and you leaned into it. “Yeah. Sorry about that.” Then he leaned forward and smashed his lips into yours.

Heart to Heart Universe Masterlist

♤ John Wick x platonic!f!reader (father/daughter duo) (finished)

(completed)

♤ Late Arrival

♤ Never Saw the Start

♤ Walking Parallels

♤ Time Played Apart

♤ Days We Were Together

Drabbles/requests in the universe: (completed)

@knightmallorie playlist for the series

♤ What if reader was afraid of dogs?

♤ John helps reader with her homework

♤ Reader has a nightmare

♤ Akira x reader

♤ Song association!

♤ Reader can't move on from John

♤ Caine looks after reader (head cannons)

♤ Reader comforts John

♤ Reader gets sick

♤ What if: It had been reader instead?

♤ Reader begins to forget

♤ Reader and Aurelio get closure

♤ Reader accidentally breaks something

♤ Reader's birthday

♤ Reader's origin story

♤ Reader plans John's funeral

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Taglist: @khaleesihavilliard @ihatemyselfmorethanmydepression @tamnight @hesvoid34 @scarletmeii @romanreignsluver1 @wi1steria @not-a-big-slay @howlerwolfmax @mizzy-pop @sarapaprikas-blog @angrykitsune01 @commanderfreethatdust @wisepizzatart

A new fandom to write for (please read and comment/reply)

Ok so the Paul Lahote twilight imagine is dojng WAY better then I thought it would its almoat to 100 likes. So I will be adding Twilight characters to my writings such as the wolfs, maybe some Cullens, plus Demtri and Alec?

But my main reason for this small post. This 2019 I have descovered the John Wick movies and they are defifnetley at the top of my favorite list for movies to rewatch. Sadly there arent many imagines/stories on being with him or being his kid. Would anyone be interested is me doing John Wicks Daughter imagines?

I'll probaly do them anyway but I'm just asking to see if people would read them just cayse they like my writings or because they actaully want more John Wick. I know I do.

John Wick MasterList

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By: @chloe-skywalker

*= Requested

Main Masterlist

John Wick:

~ Dog Sitting & Worries (x Daughter!Reader)

Dog Sitting & Worries - John Wick

John Wick x Fem!Reader Daughter

Warnings: none

Word count: 381

Summary: John drops his dog off with his daughter, and she find out he got back in.

Authors Note: First John Wick imagine, short but sweet.

Masterlist

John Wick Masterlist

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“Dad?” Y/n was shocked and confused to see her father at her doorstep when she opened the door.

“Uh hey.” John greeted nervously, they hadn’t seen each other in a while.

“Are you okay?” Y/n asked, noticing his weight shifting and looking around almost like he was paranoid.

“Yeah. No. But I’ll be fine.” John answered her grimacing but nodding, he didn’t want to lie to her but he also didn’t want her to worry.

“You got back in. Didn’t you?” Y/n questioned but it was more of a statement. She knew just from the few cut’s he was sporting to his attire and being on edge.

“I had no choice.” John sighed looking at her with pleading eyes hoping she wouldn’t be mad at him for getting back into his past. John glanced down at the pitbull at his side before asking her. “Can you watch him for me?”

“Yeah, sure.” Y/n smiled, she was always a dog person so she couldn’t turn the cute dog down. But if her father was asking her to watch him then he was going in deep, and that made her nervous. She already lost her mother, Y/n doesn’t want to lose her father as well. But she trusted her fathers skills. She had to.

“Thanks.” He nodded gratefully to her and handed over the dog’s leash. The dog happily ran right into Y/n’s home once she unclipped the leash.

With a smile at seeing how his dog felt at home with his daughter, John turned around to leave.

“Dad!” Y/n called out, making him stop and turn back to face his daughter one last time before he’d leave for a while to go deal with some more assholes. “Be careful. Please.”

Y/n knew what he had done in his past, so she had a good idea of what he was doing now. Y/n just hoped he’d be careful. She already lost her mom and she didn’t want to lose her dad as well.

“Always for you, always.” John sent her a smile. Promising her he’d be careful. He didn’t want her to end up alone so he knew he had to take extra precautions. But he’d do that for Y/n. For his daughter.

☆ ── YOUNGER THAN YOU

☆ ── he knew it was wrong to involve himself with someone younger than him. but it felt so good. ☆ ── age gap ( reader is in her 20’s and john is in his 40’s ) , emotionally closed off john , daddy issues ( not me projecting ) , smut ( p—in—v s*x ) , squirting , listen to younger than you by whirr

john sat in an empty booth, nursing a glass of alcohol that he would sip from time to time. the burning sensation every time he swallows kept him alive. he watched as the criminals socialized around him. he remembered when he was like them

he would be able to talk to anyone without a problem. now, he felt like an outcast. despite the fact that people feared him when his name was spoken.

he hated interactions that weren’t needed. he was a man that spoke a few words.

but you? everything was different with you. ever since helen passed away, he kept telling himself that he’ll never find love again.

but he kept finding himself tangled in bed with you at night. spending his mornings with you.

he even almost forgot about helen. you could take her place. but…something kept eating him alive.

you are too young. you were mature. you could take care of yourself. you were strong. mentally and physically. but in reality, you were too young.

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“johnny.” you wrap your arms around his waist as he makes himself a bowl of cereal. you kissed his bare back, his scent filling your nostrils. he must have taken a shower recently.

“i missed you tonight. where did you go?” your hands travel up to his chest. “i needed some fresh air.”

in your mind, you knew that was code for “i needed some time to think about something.”

“what did you think about?” he takes a breath. “i think we should end this.” your arms leave his torso, taking a step back, “what?” he turns to you, that same stoic look on his face. “you’re too young for me. you need a man who is around your age. someone who knows what do with you.”

you scoff, “you must be joking right? when was age ever a problem between us?” “you don’t underst—” “no you don’t understand! i don’t want anyone else. i just want you, wick.”

you take your place again, in front of him, instead taking his arms to wrap around you. he would’ve moved his arms back but he didn’t. he couldn’t resist you. you were his kryptonite.

he pulled you closer. “i don’t know how i could live without you.” he bends down, taking your lips with his. you moan in the kiss, sending electric signals in his body.

he pats your thigh, telling you to jump. you wrap your legs around his waist as walks up to his your shared bedroom.

you bounce on the bed, giggling. your clothes quickly ripped, which he promised you that he would buy some more.

he placed himself between your legs, kissing up your thigh while one hand places itself on your breast. “john.” he hums in response. “please. no foreplay today.”

he chuckles darkly. “impatient, are we?” his clothes were taken off, his tip prodding at your hole, “you—” “just do it, please!” you whine.

the first thrust was hard. he practically slip you open. for an old man, he knew how to fuck.

his hands gripped your hips, letting him stroke deeper. “fuck—” you let out a strangled moan. his hips thrust in rhythm, hitting that sensitive spot on your spongey walls. “i could never leave you.” he bends down, kissing your neck. “i love you.”

a knot forms in your stomach, threatening to rip. “john, i think i’m—” “come.” his thrust get faster, chasing for both your orgasms. “s-shit.”

a liquid substance covers both of your legs. you were hoping he didn’t notice. but he did, he groaned in pleasure. “fuck.” he released in you, white painting your walls.

he pulls out, laying next to you. “i hope you’re on the pill.” your eyes widen, “you finished inside me?” silence covers the room.

he wraps his arm around your waist, “i wouldn’t be opposed to having a kid with you.”

JOHN WICK + PRIMAL KINK (kinda?)

inspo ;

”stop running away or i can stop right fucking now.” he twirls your hair around his wrist, tugging your back to his bare chest. his sudden burst of aggression made you whimper and shake.

after getting his car back from abram, bruised, full of adrenaline and clearly upset, he saw that it was only fit that he took his anger out on you. not in way that hurts your feelings. but to abuse your cunt. to make your brain turn into putty as your cunt squeezes around him, coating his cock with your arousal.

“this cunt belongs to me. me only. mine to fuck, abuse, pleasure. whatever i please to do to you, you will take it all.”

the apples of your cheeks were red, glazed by your tears that would momentarily roll down. “john, please.” you beg —pleaded— for him to slow down a bit, give you some grace.

but grace was and has never been in his vocabulary. he killed people for a living. with his bare hands that are now wrapped around your throat. how silly are you to ask for mercy?

“begging gets you nowhere, sweetheart. you need to earn it.” he chuckles darkly, his hot breath tickling your neck. a sharp thrust was enough to send you over the edge, your back arching as you reached your climax.

“baby, you might be done. but i still need a release.

me while writing this ;;

taglist ;; @iovesia

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀assigning the wickverse characters links ! !

characters ;;

— ted logan , john wick , constantine , kevin , neo

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ted logan 🎸

— before ted met you , he was a virgin. he had never experimented with women because…well he just never cared for it. his main goal was to become a rock star.

— when the two of you got together , sex wasn’t even on the table. you two were to happy together without it to even bring it up.

— until he heard some boys in one of his classes talking about their sex life. “she was screaming bad. she enjoyed every inch.” “she won’t leave me after that.”

— ‘were you happy with him?’ ‘did you want sex?’ ‘was he enough for you?’ his mind was flooded with self deprecating thoughts , making him more insecure about himself. he didn’t want you to leave him.

— so he did what he could. he went to the back of blockbusters , looking for any popular porno for him to learn how to pleasure a woman. “sick.”

“teddy.” you gasp as he softly pushes you on his bed. “shh. i’ve got you, baby. just let me take the lead.” he kisses down your neck. he rolls your shirt over your head, rubbing his hand over your soft skin. ‘what’s gotten into him’ you thought. your bra and panties were next to go, leaving you naked in front of him. “shit…” he didn’t think this all through. he imagined everything but he didn’t actually expect all of this to happened. but he he pulled himself together, taking a deep breath and leveling his mind. “you’re beautiful.” he kisses down your leg, stopping at your inner thighs. you didn’t know how to react. you and ted both were virgins from what you knew. how was he so confident about this? but you weren’t really complaining. the way his tongue flick across your clit was intoxicating. “oh my god , ted.” your fingers card through his brown locks. “don’t—don’t stop.” you whine , squeezing your thighs around his head. his wet tongue licks through your folds , making your shiver in pleasure. “you can’t be finished already , babe. we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff.” he chuckles like nothing has happened. like he wasn’t the one making your legs shaken two seconds ago.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀john constantine 🛁

— christ. why was being with a woman so hard? to him , they were sensitive being loaded with unnecessary emotions and uneven hormones. you and him had gotten into another argument and haven’t talked in weeks.

— he kept telling himself that he didn’t need you and that he waited for you to cave in first. but a man has his needs. and he needed to let out his saved sexual tension.

— his fist would only work for so long. he needed the real thing. or at least look at the real thing. he remembers the stacked of recorded sex tapes the both of you needed.

“fuck it.” he tosses his cigarette across the room after budding it out. he walks over the the pile of tapes. special tapes. if you wouldn’t give it up , he had a way to still get off with you. he pulls out his cock out its confinement , groaning as he sees how angry his tip is , oozing pre-cum. “sonfabitch.” he presses the play button , stroking his length. “john.” your moans came from the speakers of the tv. his grip on your hips were like iron. his tip kisses the hilt of your cunt , making your brain feel like mush. “please.” you grab his hand , attempting to pull it off you. “move.” he swats your head away. “stay still.” he groan , his head lolling backwards. “goddamnit!” he groans, tucking himself back in. he reaches for his phone, looking for your contact. the line goes to voicemail but that doesn’t stop him. “baby, i’m sorry. just come over.”

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ mr. wick ✏️

— he’d been really mean lately. really mean. he would lash out at on you with simple things , depriving you of attention , making you feel like shit. and you had enough of it.

— one night , as he was winding down , you straddled his hips , giving him no room to move. and frankly , he wasn’t disappointed. you looked so sexy on top of him , taking initiative. it was until your rode him at he regretted how he treated you.

“baby. i’m sorry. please.” this was the first time you’ve seen him whine, beg none the less. you restricted him the privilege to touching you. he was twitching under you as you rode him to oblivion. “i’m sorry, honey. please just let me touch you.” he tries to touch your thigh, just wanting to touch one piece of you. “fucking touch me one more time and i’m tying you up.” you pull his wrists over his hand. “sweetheart, this is unfair. i just—” he groans as you sink yourself on his cock again. “shit!” he seethe through his teeth. “i swear after you’re done, i’m fucking you through the damn mattress.”

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ kevin lomax 💸

— now listen. just listen.

— after a gala (or whatever you call it) , he just wanted to fuck you in that dress you dawned tonight. he was tempted to fuck you in public , giving everyone a show to see but that would be unruly of him.

— he decided to take you home and have his way with you but you looked too fucking hot for him not to have you right then and there.

“come on, baby. cum on my fingers , please.” in addition to his fingers , his faint country accent was sending over the damn edge. his digits were coated with your slick , making velvety sounds every time they pushed in and out out you. he curls his fingers , pulsing them inside of you. “we’re not making it home until you cum.” he chuckles. “kev…” you moan, leaning your head on the window behind you. the feeling was euphoric , overwhelming. you wanted to let go then and there but he was teasing you bad , making you chase your own orgasm. “i guess you don’t want to feel good. huh , sugar?”

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ neo 📀

— mutual masturb*tion! i headcanon the neo loves this shit. you stroking his cock lazily as his fingers pump inside of you.

— his whimpers and moans make you wetter and wetter by the second. how cute was it to have the one submit under your touch? fucking beautiful.

“you’re doing so good , baby.” the time count has been lost. all you knew was that it was time to kill the lights. both you and neo were restless and needed a quick release. you were too lazy to remove your clothes and so was he. you snuck your hand under his loose sweats , softly grabbing his cock. his hips jerked at the sudden touch. “calm down, baby. i haven’t even started.” you teased. “baby…” your lips ghost over his adam’s apple , nipping carefully at his throat. you spread his pre-cum over his tip , eliciting a loud whimper from his lips. “hush, neo. do you want to wake up the ship?” you softly chuckle. he felt bad that you were doing all the work in his. he wanted to hear you moan also. he missed you after all these runs he’s been on. the only time he could catch you was when he went to sleep. his thumbs draws tight circles around your clothed clit. “n—neo.” you almost fold. almost. “i can’t be the only one having fun, right?” he pulls you in for a kiss. this is gonna be a loooong night.

i—don’t say anything…i had an idea

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i'm actually in my keanu reeves era again so please send some requests

If you’re doing John wick, I have a few requests

1: a very fluffy one shot with John and reader

2: John is in the middle of a job at a nightclub and he asks the reader where his target is. The reader gives the info cause they’re fed up with the target being an asshole.

3: the marquis puts his significant other or sibling reader into a safe house to protect them from John wick.

i gotchu

you swirl you glass of liquor around, staring at the boring football game being displayed on the small television above you. you dreaded going to bars, but you were the gossip girl in this assassination field.

it was your job to know everything. who killed who, where they would be. everything. but spilling this knowledge came with a price.

“i don’t care who wins.” you roll your eyes, closing them as you take a gulp of your drink, the alcohol burning your throat. “i need information on the whereabouts of Ronan.”

the infamous Baba Yaga stalks over you, waiting for you to turn in your chair. “no convo prep?” you sigh, turning around in your chair. “what will i get in return?” you saw him reach down in his pocket, hearing the sound of coins click together. “save it. it was a test to see if you were serious. just kill the bastard.”

“such language. almost sounds like you hate him.” despite his stoic expression, you sensed a hint of humor in his tone. “i don’t care how you kill him. just make sure he doesn’t see the next sunrise.”

he chuckles. “what has he done to you for you to feel that way?” you take a breath, tryin not you get upset as you remember a few memories. “long story he left me for dead once.”

john hums. “i’ll take a stab another stab at him. as revenge for you.” he winks. from hearing all these horror stories from people who’ve encountered him, he seems like a genuine man.

“what about you? why are you goin’ after the man?” your body loosens. “ah,” he takes a sharp inhale, “i have a list of people who participated in taking my life away from you. luckily for you, he’s up there.”

“and luckily for you,” you pull out a notepad from your back pocket, scribbling some words and locations down before ripping the paper off, pressing it against his chest. “i know where he’s been.”

john’s eyes search through yours, finding a glint of attraction reflecting from him to you. “may your journey be quick and his death swift.” you hop off the stool, walking out the bar.

he skims over the paper, his eyes locking with a series of numbers and a “xoxo” written at the bottom. “what a woman.” he smiles, shaking his head, stuffing the paper in his breast pocket as he leaves the bar.

i haven't been sleeping good so if this doesn't make sense...i don't know what to tell you

men who for some reason love to see the sight of you withering in pleasure. crying for that sweet release you are oh so desperately chasing. but the attempt is futile without him. you need him. you’ll crack without the attention required.

his favorite sight is to see your bottom in the air as your face is pressed against the pillow, drool slipping from the side of your lips, tears soaked into the fabric. your arms are tied behind you as you take every last drop of what he’s giving you. mumbling something about “this is gonna take”. all five senses are gone. the feeling of his cock drilling into you is pure bliss. every thing turns white in your mind as you feel white ropes of his seed full your cunt to the brim; some even spilling out.

“nuh uh, sweetheart.” he pulls himself out, using his two fingers to catch the stray droplets before pushing them back into your sensitive, abused hole, making your body jolt.

men who like to have you on your back after a long day at your job, perfectly placed between your legs as he ravishes your cunt like the dog he is. he’s been waiting to see the sight of your dewy cunt, waiting to hear your incoherent whine of you begging for him to slow down. but the pleas fall deaf on his ears. all he can hears are the lewd noise that your sl*tty c*nt makes on impact.

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guidelines to request .

Sadly yes, 99.9% of them are murders. Do I care? No I don’t.

Y/N looking @ all her fictional crushes: It's just theres something about them.....

Friend: Oh well they're cute.

Y/N whispers something in their ear

Friend: THEY'RE MURDERERS!!!!

The men:

middle school me reading the most jaw dropping toe curling traumatizing fanfic at 4 am when i had to wake up at 6 am

how I read the most toe-curling, spine-shattering, nerve-wrecking, nastiest smut ever written in this god forsaken app