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starkiller-queen · 20 days
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Scenario: Imagine the Strange variants and how they react to you getting sick.
Type of trope: Sickfic, fluff, minor angst if you squint
Pairings: Stephen Strange x gn!reader, Defender!Strange x gn!reader, Supreme!Strange x gn!reader, Sinister!Strange x gn!reader, Doctor Strange Supreme x gn!reader
Warnings!-Illness, mentions of medicine, one death threat and mention of dying(made sarcastically by sleepy reader)
DO NOT: Claim, Repost, Copy, or Translate my stories anywhere else
Requested by: @ppatricia34me , @harlekin6
(This was not beta read, so if there’s any mistakes I apologize)
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Stephen Strange:
•He noticed something was off when you kept falling behind on simple missions. You were struggling to perform spells and your mind seemed to be elsewhere. Not to mention the sleepy look in your eyes whenever you finally got a chance to rest.
•At first he thought maybe you’d simply been staying up too late studying. You’d done it a couple times before when you wanted to learn something. So when you didn’t come downstairs one morning he assumed you’d finally crashed. He was correct on the part about you crashing. He had just gotten the wrong reason as to why.
•It was around late afternoon when he started to realize something wasn’t right. He panicked when he found you laying on the floor beside your bed. You were hugging your pillow to your chest, sound asleep.
“Y/n, sweetheart, wake up.“
You cracked your eyes open, glancing up at him. He let out a relieved sigh as he cupped your face, surprised at how warm you were.
“What happened? Are you hurt?” He asked worriedly.
“Too hot,” You muttered, closing your eyes. It took him a second to realize you hadn’t actually fallen and that you’d chosen to sleep on the hardwood floors. No doubt because they were cooler than the bed. He pressed his hand to your forehead to find you were running a fever. Why hadn’t you said anything? Better yet, why hadn’t he spotted your symptoms? He was your boyfriend. He was supposed to notice these kinds of things.
•It took him some time to coax you off of the floor and back onto your bed. You’d already kicked all of the blankets and pillows off of it. Aside from the one you were holding. He’d turned to go grab you something to help with the nausea when you reached out for him. Asking him to stay. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. Promising he’d be back in just a few minutes. When he got back you had already fallen asleep. He decided to let you rest for a few hours before waking you up to take some medicine.
•You weren’t too happy about that when he did. You had threatened to smother him with your pillow if he didn’t leave you alone. He had to stifle a laugh at that. You finally sat up after a few minutes. Grumbling about never getting enough sleep even when you were dying before taking the medicine. You leaned your head against his shoulder afterwards. Asking him if he was going to stay this time. He wrapped his arm around you, leaning his head against yours.
“I promised I would. Although I want a blanket if I’m going to sleep here tonight.”
•As you started to gain back some of your energy you were up and moving more. Although most of the time it was just you getting out of bed to find Stephen so you could cuddle with him. He didn’t mind, he rather enjoyed the fact you were seeking him out for comfort. He knows he’s your boyfriend but sometimes he needs the reassurance that you do actually love him.
•When you finally recovered you thanked him for helping take care of you. You knew you had been grumpy and uncooperative at times. You had made dinner in the Sanctum, curling up beside him on the couch as you had a movie night. When you tried to apologize for being difficult he simply smiled. Placing a kiss to your temple as he replied.
“It’s just karma for how awful I acted when I was sick. Don’t worry about it.”
Defender!Strange:
•You had tried to downplay how miserable you felt when Stephen first asked if you were okay. You had lied and told him it was just a headache and nothing to worry about. He didn’t believe you, but he let you keep going anyways. Up until you threw up after a simple training exercise. He’d practically put you under house arrest after that. You were to stay in the Sanctum and you weren’t allowed to help with anything. You weren’t about to argue with him. You doubted you could do much with the intense migraine and nausea you felt.
•Despite having a high fever you felt cold and you couldn’t stop shivering. Stephen tried to explain it was your bodies way of trying to raise your body temperature. To which you retorted that your body was doing a terrible job and you were still freezing. After he’d forced you to take some medicine he’d tucked you into bed. Kissing your forehead as he told you to get some rest. Doctor’s orders. You’d grumbled about not being tired as you rolled over to ignore him. When he came back to check on you an hour later you were sound asleep.
•Over the next few days he would wake you up every now again when you needed to eat or take some medicine. Afterwards you’d burrow back beneath your heavy quilt to try and keep warm. He was starting to get worried at the fact your fever still hadn’t broken. He was contemplating taking you to the hospital to make sure you didn’t have anything serious when it finally started to go down.
•He was sitting at his desk in his study, going over some spell books when you walked in. Apparently you’d stopped by his room to raid his closet before you came to see him because you were wearing a pair of his sweatpants and one of his hoodies. He tried not to smile at your sleepy appearance as you made your way towards him.
“How are you feeling?” He asked softly. You gave a low groan in response before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You buried your face in his neck. Trying to press yourself as close to him as you possibly could despite the chair that was in your way. At first he thought it was endearing. Until he realized your true intentions for the impromptu hug.
“Are you trying to steal my body heat?”
“…maybe.”
“You could have just said you were still cold,” He chuckled. You shrugged, lifting your head to press a kiss to his jaw.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
•He’d closed the book he had been reading before walking you back to your room. It took him a few seconds to push the pile of blankets aside to make room for himself. You had latched onto him the second he laid down beside you. Sighing as the warmth slowly returned to your body. Stephen pulled the blanket up around you both. Deciding he could spare the time to take a nap with you.
•When you finally recovered you thanked him for taking care of you. He was surprised when he came home one evening to find the furniture pushed up against the wall and candles scattered about. You had wanted to show him how much you appreciated what he did. You though the best way to do that was a date night in. Dancing in the front room to the old record played you’d found. He had pulled you close as you swayed about the front room. Giving you a tender kiss as he murmured.
“You didn’t have to do this. I’ll always be willing to take care of you no matter what, but thank you. This evening has been wonderful.”
Supreme!Strange:
•He knows something is wrong the second you don’t show up for work. His suspicions are confirmed when you call in sick a few minutes after you were supposed to arrive. At a glance he seems unbothered by you not being there. He continues his work per usual. Meanwhile, internally he’s a complete mess.
•He’s trying to get his work done as fast as possible so he can check on you. He knows you’re capable of taking care of yourself but what if something is really wrong? What if you get even worse and nobody is there to help you? And why hadn’t you let him know you weren’t feeling well? He would’ve come over the second you told him you weren’t. He winds up making himself so anxious he can’t finish completing his tasks and drops everything to go check on you.
•In the meantime, you had downed a bunch of cold medicine and laid down on the couch to take a nap. You didn’t hear the portal swirl to life in your front room. You weren’t even aware of the person making their way towards you until you were startled awake by their cold hand pressing to your forehead. At first you thought someone had broken into your apartment until a familiar voice spoke.
“Calm down, it’s just me!” Stephen frowned as you shot upright. Your eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the dim lighting before you saw it was in fact, your boyfriend and not a burglar. You glared at him as you let out an exasperated huff.
“You’re supposed to save people, not give them heart attacks. Couldn’t you have called or I don’t know. Knocked on the door!”
“I did call, but you didn’t answer. I got worried,” He replied, sitting down on the arm of the couch. You were surprised at hearing that. You must have slept through your phone going off. Maybe you were sicker than you thought.
“I guess I can forgive you. Does this mean I have an in-house Doctor until I feel better?” You asked as you rested your head against his leg. He reached down to massage the back of your neck. Watching as you practically melted beneath his touch.
“Of course.”
•You had developed a fever when you woke up the next morning. You were surprised to find yourself in your bed and not on the couch. At first you had wondered how you got there until Stephen walked in. He had traded his usual robes for sweatpants and a hoodie. He had no doubt moved you while you were asleep. He had given you some medicine to help with the nausea. Asking how you were feeling. You had made a face in response to his question. You had hoped your illness could magically disappear instead of nasty medicine. Stephen regrettably informed you that he couldn’t fix it with a spell. No matter how badly he wanted to.
•Later in the day you had started to become cold. When you told Stephen you were chilly he had given you his hoodie. You informed him that was the wrong response, and that the correct one was to cuddle you. He had laughed before laying down beside you. Pulling you to his chest as you snuggled closer to him. He kissed your forehead, reassuring you you’d be alright within another day or two. Until then he would gladly be your personal heater.
•When you finally recovered you thanked him for taking time off to care for you. You had set up the front room for a movie night the next time he came over. You had pulled out the old classics you both loved to make fun of. He had been leaning against you as you ran your fingers through his hair. Half asleep when you apologized for pulling him away from work. He had given you a sleepy smile as he kissed your shoulder.
“I didn’t miss anything. You’re my first priority, and you always will be.”
Sinister!Strange:
•He realized pretty quickly that something wasn’t right. You were complaining about the Sanctum being too hot. Even though the temperature rarely got over seventy two on a good day. You were exhausted, yet whenever you tried to take a nap you’d barely manage to stay asleep for longer than an hour or two. Which in turn made you snappy and irritable.
•He thought it was something that would pass within a day or so. However he soon realized it was not, and that he would need to intervene. When he informed you you were to stay in bed for the day you’d tried to argue with him. He was quick to shut down any excuse you made. Bringing up the fact he was the Doctor in this situation, and you were to listen to him. You gave up when you realized you weren’t going to win and begrudgingly complied to rest. You did make one request though. Which was that he stayed with you. At least for a little bit. He’d given you a soft smile before laying down beside you.
•He stayed with you for the first half of the day, letting you curl up against him. You had muttered about it being unfair how much colder he was than you. He brushed his hand along the side of your face, feeling just how warm you were. He didn’t let it show but he was genuinely worried at how high your fever was becoming. He wasn’t sure how you had managed to get this sick in a world that didn’t have anything for you to catch. Was it perhaps something magical? That thought sent a wave of dread through him.
•Was this something he had unintentionally done? He had placed protection spells on you every now and then when his nerves got the better of him. Had they somehow drained your health or life force? Or had you touched a relic and it had poisoned you or made you sick? His thoughts continued to spiral as he clutched you tighter against him. He loved you more than you could ever know and the thought of losing you terrified him.
•He waited until you had fallen asleep to use his third eye to examine you. His fears were confirmed when he saw the green light that was slowly seeping into your soul from a small knick in your arm. There were countless artifacts and relics in the Sanctum capable of this. The trouble was finding out which one had. He pressed a kiss to your temple before slipping out of the room. Making his way towards the library to search for something to help.
•He had been in his study going over spells and remedies that might be able to cure your illness when he heard your footsteps coming down the stairs. He was about to call out and tell you to go back to your room when you appeared in the doorway looking beyond irritated. You dragged your blanket and pillow behind you before flopping onto the couch across from his desk.
“I would think the bed would be more comfortable than a rickety old couch,” He commented. You squinted at him accusingly as you tugged your blanket around yourself.
“You left me alone. You said you would stay,” You retorted. He found the fact you had missed him the second you woke up endearing. Sometimes he wondered how he had ever managed to find someone as loving as you. He closed the book he had been reading, having found the spell he needed a few minutes ago. He crouched in front of where you lay, noticing the hazy look in your eyes. The poison was taking a toll on your body and you’d no doubt need plenty of rest once he was done removing it.
“I need you to sit up,” He instructed, his voice soft but stern. You hesitated for a moment before slowly doing as he said. Your head pounded from the simple movement and you had to fight the urge to throw up. It had been a struggle to get down the stairs to get here but you had wanted to be close to him. You watched as his hands moved about to perform a spell. A soft purple light formed on your arm before taking the shape of a ruin. You winced as it began to sting. A strange green liquid seeped out of the ruin. At first it was bearable but the sting was quickly turning into a searing burn. Just when you were about to pull away the ruin faded. Your breathing was labored as tears rolled down your cheeks. What had he just done?
•Stephen used a cloth he had summoned to wipe your arm clean. Your teary face and shaky whimpers felt like daggers to his heart. He didn’t want to hurt you but it was the only way to heal you. A little pain was better than your imminent demise. He sat down beside you once he finished cleaning your arm. Gently cradling you to his chest.
“I know, I know darling. I’m sorry but it had to be done,” He hushed, placing a kiss to your temple. He would keep a closer eye on you from now on to prevent anything like this from happening again.
Doctor Strange supreme:
•He realized you were sick before you even started to show symptoms. He tried to catch it in time by having you take some cold medicine. However his attempt failed when he came back to your room to find you sound asleep in bed running a high fever.
•You had figured out you had the flu when Stephen began fretting over you. You tried to reassure him it would be fine. While it would suck and you’d no doubt be miserable, you would survive it. He should know that. He had been a Doctor once. Although you guessed that was why he was working himself up over this. He knew all the things that could go wrong.
•Stephen almost worried himself sick as he watched you grow worse over the next few days. You were the only person who truly cared about him and he was terrified of losing you. He had curled around you after you’d fallen asleep. Trying to shield you with his body. He knows the danger is inside you but he feels the need to protect you in any way he could. This was the best he could do since he couldn’t fight the illness off for you. He would know, he tried to find a spell to do so.
•When you woke up you panicked for a moment upon finding you couldn’t move. It didn’t take long for you to realize it was because of the inhuman arms wrapped around your middle.
“Steph?” You mumbled. He woke up the second you called his name. He blinked the sleep from his eyes with a small smile. He had never been more relieved to hear your voice.
“I’m here, love.”
You placed your hand over his tentacle like arm. Wincing a bit as you spoke.
“Holding too tight.”
“Ah, sorry.”
•He was quick to loosen his grip, shifting his arm back to normal. You settled back against him with a soft hum. Closing your eyes as you tried to fall back asleep. He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, noting how hot your skin was. Your fever still hadn’t broken and he was starting to grow concerned. He would get one of the healers to look at you tomorrow morning if it hadn’t gone down. He would rather have over reacted to nothing, than under react and something happen to you.
•He was awoken in middle of the night by you trying to get up. He kept one arm around your waist as he tried to figure out what you were doing.
“Are you alright? Is something wrong?” He asked, his brow knit with concern. You shook your head. Rubbing at your eyes as you glanced back at him.
“M’fine. Just hungry.”
•He followed you to the kitchen. Saying you should let him cook something for you to eat that wouldn’t be too hard on your stomach. You tried to tell him you could do it yourself but the look of concern in his eyes made you fall quiet. Was he really that anxious over you being sick? You knew you had the flu, but it wasn’t anything serious. Yet looking at Stephen standing there you realized he must have scared himself by thinking of all the ways it could have gone wrong. In the end you agreed to let him cook. It seemed to ease his stress now that he was able to do something.
•As you started to get your strength back Stephen was practically glued to your side. He didn’t mean to be annoying but he really did convince himself he was going to lose you. He tried to do everything for you even though you’re almost back to full health. He was a lot more protective of you and asked you not to go on any missions until you were certain you were better.
•When you finally recovered he was still hesitant to let you be on your own. You took a day off to spend time with him to reassure him you’re okay and you aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. The two of you were laying on the couch watching a movie when he kissed you, slow and passionate. He pulled away just enough to murmur.
“You are my entire world, my heart, my love. And I will do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
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starkiller-queen · 20 days
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your future self loves you. they will look through old photos of you with affection, not disgust, nor embarrassment. they wish they could tell you stories of your future, of how much you’ll change, of the people you’ll meet, of how you’ll eventually learn to accept yourself, then love yourself. they will read your diary entries and poems and favourite lyrics, heart aching, tears in their eyes. if only you knew...
your future self loves you. if only they could show you. they are living proof. you’ll turn out okay after all. they wish they were there to console you, dance with you, and make you write it a hundred times: “I AM LOVED”. they will listen to playlists you made, just to experience you again. they will write you a letter - of forgiveness, longing, reassurance. you will never read it. but you will know.
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and the belt…
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I feel so fucking normal about John Wick 4 like it's fine guys
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Loving both of you is breaking all the rules.
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If you get hurt, I’ll try to make it better
John touch-starved for someone after Helen gone. Koji will make sure John let it out his pain & be there for him.
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(+18) other 2 nsfw pages on my AO3 & Pixiv or below
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Devil's Prayer
Posted: 04/16/23
Title: Devil's Prayer
Yandere John Wick x F reader
Summary: A failed escape attempt ends in John Wick teaching you a lesson you'll never forget.
Requested by anonymous
Warnings: yandere, NON-CON, kidnapping, language, murder
🔞Smut content: Non-Con, fingering, edging, spanking
моя любовь = my love
Master list
🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞
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The cold, rough pavement of the street didn't faze your bloody feet as you flee from your prison barefoot.
You had lost count of the days the boogeyman had kept you hostage within his home.
John had been gone all day "cutting off loose ends" as he'd put it. So you took your chance and ran. The alarm system didn't stop you from breaking one of the windows and cutting up your feet on the way out.
Now, you ran into the night without a plan in mind. All you had to do was run.
That's it.
Such a simple thing.
But you knew eventually, even that wasn't going to be enough.
Hoped shined from the stars as you found a church. You smiled and cried for joy as you stumbled into it.
"Help! Help me, please! I've been kidnapped!" You shouted, turning the heads of nuns. The eldest immediately ran to you. "Oh, you poor thing. Sister, call the police!" She holds you, moving you to sit on the steps of the altar once she noticed your injured feet. "Oh, my dear. You poor thing. What happened? Who did this to you?" You tried to catch your breath as she hugged you while one of the other nuns talked to the police. "A man... I-'ve never met him before. He took me. Said... said he loved. He's kept prisoner in his house." The nuns rubbed your shoulder, trying to comfort you. "Do you know his name?" You nodded. "John Wick."
The room fell into an uncomfortable silence. The nun holding you stop rubbing your shoulder, looking pale as she looks at her sister. "Never mind, it appears some youngsters were just playing a cruel joke on us." Said the nun who was talking to the police. "Yes, good day." She finished quickly hanging up the phone.
"You must leave. You aren't welcome here, not if he's involved." The nun holding stood and backed away from you as if you were possessed by the devil. "W-what?! N-no!" The nun moved up the altar, away from you. Turning to face them, you pled. "Please, the man who took me. H-Hes a monster." The nuns shook their heads terrified. "WE KNOW-"
They fell silent, and their faces grew paler as the sound of the creaky church doors filled the room. "P-please have mercy on us!" One of them pled. "We didn't help her. WE SWEAR!" You didn't want to look already knowing that the crosses on this, so call Holy Ground, didn't keep the devil away.
You hit the deck as gunshots went off, and the sounds of the nuns' blood curling screaming echo the building like a Sunday choir on Easter morning.
You shook and cried under your arms as you listened to the short-lived massacre.
Subconsciously your mind counted the number of bodies that hit the floor.
No one was spared.
Click Click Click
The sound of the devil's hoves clicked ever nearer before stopping right behind you.
His strong hand reached down to your shoulder, pulling it back so your body would turn to face him.
John's evil eyes were met with your wet, pink puffy ones.
A moment of sadness washed over him before he was consumed once again with anger.
He clenched his jaw and yanked you to your feet without a word. "No! Let go!" You struggled against him only for him to hold your face in his strong claws. "You don't get to say no to me anymore! I gave you my fucking heart and still left me!" Tears fell from his eyes. "Do you know what I've done for you?! The lambs I've slathered in your name?!" You couldn't meet his eyes. His hand moved from your face to the back of your neck. "Look at me." He whispered. You shock your head and shut your eyes, trying not to look at the scary demon in front of you. "LOOK AT ME!" You pride your eyes open to look at his red face.
He looked into your eyes, searching for something he couldn't find. Then yanking you into a rough kiss. When he felt you resisting, he poked your side with his gun. Quickly understanding, you kissed back.
John visibly relaxed as he kissed you passionately and hungry. "Do I... need to.." John spoke between kisses like he couldn't not be kissing you. "Prove to you... how much... I fucking love you...mhm? Spilled blood isn't enough for you?"
Gun still in hand, John pulled you in by your waist. "Maybe.." He holds you close in a tight grip, kissing down your neck. "Maybe... I need to claim you as mine... then..." He laughed against your lips, kissing you again. "Maybe then you'd know... where you belong... who you belong to... who belongs to you~" John heard you make a noise of confusion against his lips. His hands start to wander. "You'll understand soon~"
Without warning, John picks you up off the floor, causing you to let you a small scream. "Sshhhh~," John says, pushing your head into his neck as he walks over to the altar, then sets you down on your feet in front of it.
"Stay," He tells you as he moves to the dead nuns. John removes their veils and lays them over their cold, dead faces. He also removes one of the rosary and stuffs it into his pocket.
You stiffen when he makes his way behind again. "Look forward." "John I-" "Shut it." He says sharply. To anyone else, they would think because he now looked calmer than before that he was. But the truth was John had just settled into his rage. He could think clearer now, yes, but the pit of hell within him was a blaze.
"I just want to be your loving husband..." He starts as you hear the sound of him messing with his clothes. John sets his black tie on the altar in front of you, making you gulp. "And I am aware that my methods are unconventional... but..." John removes his jacket. "Please..." "Quite... but... they are necessary..." He runs his hands over your shaking arms, moving them down to your waist. "For your safety..." He turns you to him. Your backside up against the altar. John's large claws sneak under your shirt. "For...us to live peacefully..." His rough hands are soft against the warm flesh of your breasts. "John, please..." You begged quietly crying. His hands moved from your breasts to your back and pulled you into a hug to kiss your forehead. "You need to learn." He whispered against your forehead.
Suddenly, he picks you up and sets you on top of the altar. His hungry lips attack yours. John groans when he tastes the salty tears that have fallen on your lips.
He wasn't shy about pressing his boner up against you as he devoured your lips.
Pulling back for a moment, he yanks off your shirt. Then, re-attaching his lips to yours and unbuttoning your pants. You begin to shake your head, trying to pull back.
"N-mhm no -" "Sshhhh... it's okay, моя любовь." John says in a reassuring manner while sticking his hand in your pants and over your panties. "I'm going to claim you so good you'll never want to leave." His middle finger begins to circle your clit through your panties as John placed himself between your legs. You place your hands on John's chest, stiffing your arms, trying to keep him away.
John was very skilled with his long, strong fingers. That was telling just from this. He pressed more pressure into your clit causing you to gasp and bite your lip hard, trying to keep the noise in.
Suddenly, John smacked your arms away and pulled you to him with his hand on the back of your neck. Bring your head to his chest. "It's okay, моя любовь. Make as much noise as you want~" He whispered into your hair. You shake your head, determined not to let him win, to which he simply chuckles.
John moves his fingers inside you panties to feel you. "Mhm fuck~" He groans as he feels your wetness. You start to cry into his chest as he rubs up and down your vagina. "Sshhhh. You need to learn, sweetheart~" He says into your hair. "I need to train you to be a good girl~"
The tip of his middle finger finds your entrance and slowly pushes in. "Mhm! Get off!" You shout, trying to shove him off. He yanks out his finger to get your flailing arms under control. "Stop it!" You continued to scream. He pushed you on your back. while his non-dominant hand was able to hold both of your hands in place above you. There was a moment of stillness between the both of you as you realized just how overpowered you were. John watched to see if your "fit" was over. "Please..." You whispered, to which he responded by roughly kissing you and shoving his tongue into your mouth. His dominant hand pulls your pants off of you as you instinctively start to kick.
SMACK
John hit your thigh hard, causing you to cry out in pain. "Stop fighting. You'll only make this worse." After your pants were off he kissed your clit through your panties before taking those off as well. You didn't see, but John had shoved them into a back pocket for save keeping.
John's hand was back on your vagina to rub your clit before moving back down to your entrance. Tears slide down your face. Just like the first time, he slowly pushes his finger in, while his thumb softly, circles your clit. "Please..." You whispered to yourself. "Have mercy..." John scoffs. "Mercy~" Then, without warning, John starts a rough fast pace with his middle finger.
You let out a startled noise and whined at the sudden feeling. John smiled as your body started to process the sexual act. He could feel the warmth of you getting wetter.
John Wick is a smart man who knows that no matter how much you don't want this, your body will naturally react to whatever sexual actions are done to you... but he didn't want you to think that.
"You like this, don't you,моя любовь?" He groaned, pressing his clothed chest to your naked one as you shook your head. "Yes you do that's why you're fucking soaking me~" You cried as he found your g-spot. "N-no I-I" Your legs shake and tried to close.
SMACK
"Don't you dare~"
Your thigh stung from the slap, causing you to let out another sob. "Hold your legs to your chest." He demands, shoving your leg up with one hand, making you hold both of them.
After smacking your thigh, John's hand didn't return to hold your hands above you but to squeeze your chest. He attached his lips to your nipple as he added another finger. You shut your eyes tight, trying hard not to give in to this violent devil of a man.
However, you can't help but let the moans slip from your lips. "Mhm agh~"
"So wet~" he mumbled into your chest which was now all coated in his spit.
"So warm~" John took a hand away from your chest and palmed himself through his suit pants.
The pleasure of his merciless fingers shot up through you as you were quick to approach your climax. You dig your nails into your flesh, most likely drawing blood as you desperately try to keep hold of your mindless legs.
John kisses down your body, to your clit and spits on it before taking it into his mouth. "AGH!" John lost all sense of his surroundings as he focused solely on his current mission.
Claiming you~
"F-fuck..." You breathe as you lose grip on your legs as your arms give out. John wasn't mad to find your legs squeezing his head and your hand subconsciously yanking on his hair. John felt as if you needed him more than anything else at that moment. Temporarily making you forget your ridiculous wish to flee him.
"I'm..." Your thoughts wouldn't straighten up. "I'm gonna -" but John understood and yanked himself free of you right before your climax. "Grrrha!" You screamed in frustration.
He grabbed your hair and yanked it back, causing you to look up at him. "Only good girls are allowed to cum. You'll have to earn your orgasm, sweetheart~" you try to catch your breath and regain some sort of grasp on reality as he shoves his wet fingers into your mouth. "Suck~"
John watches intensely as you begin to gently and shyly suck yourself off of his fingers. He shoves his fingers into the back of your throat, causing you to gag and grab hold of his wrist.
As he pulls his fingers out, he lets them drag over your bottom lip.
His forgotten black tie was picked up and put around your neck. John then uses it to yank you up onto your cut-up feet while he kisses you. Your hands grip his shirt and freeze in place, knowing you'll only make things worse if you try to pull away.
"Take my shirt off, sweetheart~" He whispered against your lips before pulling back to tower over you.
Your grip loosens its hold on the fabric and slowly sides open to the very top button on his shirt. John blushes at the feeling of your hands exploring him but is anxious to fuck you.
Your shaking hands manage to get the first two buttons. "A little faster, honey." You nodded nervously and tried to speed up only to fumble more. John couldn't take it anymore and ripped his shirt open. Before you could react, he flips you back around and bends you over the altar.
John forces your hands behind your back, then pulls out the rosary and tries your hands with it. "This isn't made to hold you. If you want to cum you'll keep the rosary intact like a good girl." He explains to you, taking off his belt.
Snap
The sound of the leather belt snapping against itself makes you jump. All that is said next is "Count" before John hits your ass with the belt. "Aahhh!" You screamed in pain and shock. You bite your lip and groan.
Your head is yanked back. "I said count." He warnings and steps back. "Start from one, and don't forget to thank your loving husband~"
SMACK
"Ahh! O-one...t-thank y-you"
SMACK
"Ggrhh! T-Two! Thank y-you."
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
A few more smacks later your ass was pink and raw. You sniffed and tried to breathe as he chuckled darkly. His large hands brushed over your ass causing you to wince as you pressed his hard boner against you.
John unzips his pants and pulls himself out. You sniffled, tears rolling down your cheek. "I'm... I'm s-sorry..." You pled as he rubbed his cock against your wetness then slides his tip into your entrance. "You will be." Then he slammed himself all the way in. "Agh!" You screamed. "Ggrhh!" He groaned. "Fucking finally..." John says to himself before starting a pace he can build on.
His murderous claws hold onto your hips as he picks up his pace. Your toes reach for the ground for stability but is just out of reach.
Your whole body moves as John uses you.
His grunts and moans start to echo off the wall as he had no shame expressing the pleasure you're giving him. "Fuck, моя любовь. So good." You fight the instinct to grab hold of the altar but you remember his words about breaking the rosary.
Your teeth break the skin on your bottom lip as you try to take what he gave you. "P-please s-slow down!" You're begged.
SMACK
John spanked your sensitive cheek. "You'll take what I fucking give you like a good girl~" His thrusts become more brutal as he forced your hips back to him. "Ggrhh Agh!" You cried out, your nails digging into your palms as you pled with yourself not to break the rosary.
His claws grabbed your arms and yanked you up, bringing you to his chest and then lifting one of your legs to lay on the altar. John buries his head in your neck, as he keeps his same pace.
The warmth of your skin on his sent euphoric chills across his flesh. He wants to melt into you and never part.
John found he couldn't control his moans, and he kept getting lost in his pleasure that he was having a hard time focusing. Anytime he tried to say how good you felt come out in Russian, due to him starting to have a hard time with his English. This has never happened with anyone else he's slept with. "Mmh gah~" Your hands get sandwiched between your bodies. The cross of the rosary hits you as John continues to thrust.
The numbing of your leg on the altar goes unnoticed as your orgasm approaches once more. "Mhm! Please! I'm-"
SMACK
"You don't cum till I fucking tell you!" He managed to say.
John wanted you to cum... more accurately he wanted you to dare disobey again. His hand goes to your clit as he violently starts to rub it. He presses his mouth to your ear as you scream out from overwhelming pleasure. "Don't. Fucking. Cum." "AGH!" It takes everything in you to not cum but John knows just how close you are. He also knows that he's setting you up for failure, but after all, you put him through, you deserve it. Honestly, you should thank him. He kills people for not listening to him, and here you are being given another chance.
Your legs give out, causing you to reach to hold the altar, breaking the rosary. "AGHHH! FUCK! AAH!" Your screams echo the church as you orgasm.
You soak John as your vision starts to see black spots.
SMACK
SMACK
He hits your backside before pulling out and forcing you to turn towards him before being shoved to your knees. "You bad fucking girl. Can't do anything you're told." He gripped his tie that was still hanging around your neck and pulled you close to his cock. "Beg for my forgiveness like it's a fucking prayer." He demands while jerking off.
You bring your hands together. "Please, John -" "My husband." He corrects. "Please... my husband... I-" You wanted to curl up into a ball and die of the overwhelming emotions. "I-I'm s-sorry. I'm sorry, my husband -" "For what?" He asked tightening his grip on the tie. "I'm sorry for being a bad wife." John felt his heart tighten. He expected you to say sorry for leaving or disobeying. "Beg me to cum inside you like a good girl and maybe I'll forgive you." You took a deep breath trying to swallow what was left of your pride. "P-please come inside me... my husband." "Fuck, good girl~"
He roughly shoves you on your back on the ground before slamming inside you and giving his final few thrusts. "Ggrhh!" John screamed and bit down on your neck as he came inside you. He thrust his cum in you as he comes down from his high, panting.
The church was still as your breathing fall in unison. John tried to calm himself, knowing that he needed to get you home. His arms were on either side of your head as he pulled back to look at you. Your eyes were closed, and you were breathing heavily.
You hissed when John carefully pulled out of you. His cum started to leak from your entrance which filled his chest with pride.
John tucks himself away and first his pants. Then he pulls your underwear out of his back pocket and carefully slides your legs through one at a time.
His long fingers took their time, pulling them up your leg. Once at your bum, his hand slides under your back and lifts you. "Lift your hips for me, моя любовь." With his help, you hold them up the best you can as he carefully gets them over your abused butt.
The closest clothing item to you both was his black button-down shirt, so that's what he grabbed next. "Sit up." You groaned in pain as he helps you sit up. He even helps you lift your tried arms to get them through his sleeves, then button them for you. He smiles and kisses your forehead while pulling you into his lap.
His hand gently plays with your hair before noticing the tie around your neck and pulling it out of the shirt so it is visible. You start to come to your senses and look over John's shoulders to see the dead nuns with covered faces. "Don't look at them." He says, pushing your head into his chest.
The trapping feeling of hopelessness fills you again, and you wrap your arms around his neck to cry. "I'm sorry-y. I'm sorry." John rubbed your back, letting you mindlessly cry out apologies.
"I think it's time we go home, sweetheart." He picks you up and carries you down the aisle of the church as if he had just married you.
Your own clothes were forgotten and left behind as John took you to his car. Once you were set inside, he buckled you up and closed the door. You look at the church as if it had been burned to ash, thinking over what just happened.
John's door closing made you look at him. He pulled out his phone to make a call. "Hello, I'd like a dinner reservation." He says then gave the church address. If you were so tired and traumatized, you would've asked more questions, but you didn't have room for curiosity. He hung up the phone and began to drive.
"I'll clean you up when we get home. I don't want any of your cuts getting infected. How does a nice bubble bath sound?" John gives you a quick look to see if you heard him but could see you were having a hard time keeping your eyes open. "I'll understand my view of all of this one day. I promise." He says as you fall asleep, then gently placing his hand on your thigh.
The End
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thinking of pissing john wick off so fucking bad that he fucks you into the fucking wall🤤🤤 he’d been so patient with you, but you just kept pushing his buttons so here you are, his hand clamped over your mouth as he fucks you full of his cum….
everybody pull up a chair cuz we are going to have a talk.
john wick is a soft dom. that’s up to no debate. he could be a mean dom sometimes, but that rarely happens. but the point still stands.
john wick is a soft dom.
and of course, a soft dom would be incomplete without a bratty sub.
john doesn’t like it when you talk back, but during this time you’re feeling a bit naughty. a simple denial from john ruined your entire day, and so of course it’s your job to ruin his too.
he has been on the edge all day long since morning because of your constant backtalk. the snarky little remarks. the murmurs you’d say that he wouldn’t hear just to rile him up even more.
john tries to talk the brattiness out of you, but unfortunately for him, he might have to do it the hard way.
he had just come back from work when you immediately bombarded him with your attitude. still dressed in his work attire and you in your pajamas, john thinks this is the perfect time to strike.
as he stands in front of you in the living room, your mouth immediately snaps shut when a large hand comes slapping your cheek. it’s not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to get some senses in your brain and tell yourself that you’re absolutely fucked.
literally.
a yelp leaves your mouth as you touch the spot he slapped, but when you look at him, he’s staring straight back at you challengingly.
“got any more to say, brat?”
your lips wobble. it’s not always mean john comes to play, but when he does, it scares the living shit out of you. not only because he’s mean MEAN, but also because that means there’s a 99% chance that you won’t be able to sit properly for weeks.
“d-daddy–”
“now you want daddy?” he mocks, then gripping your jaw with one hand and forces you to look at him. “daddy has been real patient with his little girl all day long, but you just won’t fucking listen to a word daddy says, don’t you?”
you’re half scared, half horny. john is fucking seething. he must be so pissed at you that he even cussed.
“d-daddy, ow, you’re hurting me–” you try to move away from his grip, but that only leads you to being slammed against the wall as john forcefully pulls your pants down along with your panties, revealing your wet cunny that’s already dripping from this whole thing. “d-daddy–”
“this must be what you fucking wanted then. for daddy to be pissed at you.” he roughly unbuckles his belt and pulls his already hard cock out, not giving you enough time to comprehend what’s truly happening when he’s already pushing his fat cock inside your little pussy, stretching it open and making you scream. “now you’re crying, can’t form a single fucking word. what happened to that bratty little girl earlier that won’t stop running her mouth, hm? you got anything to say?”
your legs are wrapped around his waist as you sob hysterically on his shoulder, ruining his perfectly good black suit. your shared wetness is dripping down the floor as his heavy balls slap against your ass.
you clench around his dick, babbling incoherent pleas for him to slow down, but all you receive is another slap on the cheek.
“shut your mouth and take it. don’t make me shove my cock so far down your throat you wouldn’t be able to speak for weeks.”
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The Mirror
Pairing: John Wick x gn!Reader, established relationships Tags: fluff Warnings: - Word count: 1,0 k
Entering the bedroom, the relentless rain outside continued its tranquil descent, forming a soothing symphony of drops against the window that was the entire wall. Despite the downpour, the room wasn't enveloped in a gloomy, dark gray; instead, it emanated a welcoming hue of soft, muted gray.
Circling the bed, your attention fell upon two holstered pistols resting on the counterpane. A floor hanger nearby displayed a black jacket, shirt, and silk tie. Neatly polished black shoes stood adjacent to the hanger. You took your forgotten phone from the bedside table.
As you made your way back, you noticed the half-open bathroom door with the light pouring out.
There stood John in front of the mirror. His physique was lean, yet every muscle on his body seems defined and taut. His deep and steady breath expanded his chest, accentuating his broad back. The rise and fall of his chest added to the aura of strength, creating an atmosphere where every breath seemed to command attention. The room seemed to shrink in his presence. The harsh bathroom light highlighted the chiseled lines of his rugged features. He stood with a quiet confidence, one of his hands leaning on the sink in a poised yet casual manner, a comb held effortlessly in the other. All his appearance revealed a man at ease with both his vulnerabilities and strengths. Only half-dressed, clad in perfectly pressed black trousers, the fabric seemed to adhere to the contours of his physique. A sleek black leather belt emphasized his narrow hips. On his bare torso each scar told a story and each tattoo held a memory.
Concern etched across your face and a subtle furrow formed on your brow. "John? Are you okay?" your voice soft yet laced with genuine worry, as you stood in the doorway, casting a watchful eye over him. He nodded in acknowledgment, meeting your gaze through the mirror. His attention momentarily wavered from the task at hand, caught in the reflection of your worry. "Are you sure?" you pressed to be sure. "Yeah," he responded tersely. "Well, okay…" Your words lingered in the air, ready to accept his answer, as you respected his space. You were about to leave as he spoke. "I can't get my hair done properly," he admitted, the words escaping in a hoarse murmur, catching your attention. A knowing smile played on your lips as you crossed your arms, studying him in the mirror, understanding that this request held more beneath the surface.
Closing the distance between you, you extended your hand toward the jar of gel resting on the corner of the sink. The palpable intimacy intensified as your bodies almost touched. You could sense a fresh fragrance emanating from his skin, carrying a delicate blend of patchouli, bergamot, and cedar that was barely discernible. The unspoken connection grew stronger.
"Let me help you then," you said softly, your breath lingered on his cheek, creating an intimacy that spoke volumes. Your words carried a warmth that enveloped him. The air between you held a gentle tension, infused with understanding and vulnerability.
Taking Johon’s wrist, you guided him into the bedroom, creating a sanctuary away from the stark bathroom lights. You placed a chair in front of the big floor mirror and wordlessly, you gestured towards the chair. He offered a polite nod, acknowledging your gesture and accepting the invitation. The chair in front of the mirror became a symbol of trust, a place where the complexities of his life could momentarily fade away.
The rhythmic raindrops against the window became more pronounced, offering a gentle backdrop to the shared moment.
Placing your warm palms on his sturdy shoulders, your eyes briefly locked through the mirror with his and you began to work on straightening John's night-black hair. Upon closer scrutiny you saw a few strands of gray emerged, subtle markers of time woven into the dark hair.
His gaze, although piercing, carried a gentleness, a nuance that softened the intensity that usually defined his eyes. As you extended your hand, he placed a comb in your open palm, a silent exchange that spoke of trust.
Running the comb through his hair, you couldn't help but marvel. The night-black strands seamlessly wove themselves between the teeth of the comb, creating smooth lines that whispered of a life rich in experiences. It was as though the threads of his hair were narrating a story of their own.
Returning the comb to John with a seamless motion, you shifted your focus to the jar of hair gel. Squeezing a modest amount onto your fingers, you carefully spread the product, creating a tactile connection between your hands and the gel.
As your fingers delved into the strands of his hair, you noticed a shift in him. For a moment, his eyes closed, and his lips parted ever so slightly, as if surrendering to the sensation. It was a moment of vulnerability captured in the mirror.
As he became aware of your attention, his gaze piercing again. A soft smile graced your lips. You had always appreciated the steely resolve in his gaze, a characteristic hardness that defined him. And yet there was a transformation in your presence—his once unyielding features softened.
You liked those kinds of moments when he endeavored to rein in this transformation, striving to control the vulnerability that emerged in your presence. Despite his sincere efforts, he consistently failed in his attempt. It stood as a captivating paradox, where a man accustomed to unshakeable control found himself surrendering every time you graced him with a smile or a gentle touch.
Retaking the comb from his hand, you resumed brushing his hair. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed John watching your smooth movements. Your hands moved with the precision of an artist sculpting a masterpiece, an undeniable appreciation shining through in his gaze. With every stroke of the comb, the rebellious strands yielded to its command, transforming John's dark hair into a disciplined work of art.
Placing the final strand behind his ear, you meticulously smoothed his hair, shaping it into a perfect seamless surface. The finishing touch created an effortlessly polished look, accentuating the black strands that now lay in harmonious unity.
It was more than just a hairstyling session; it was a ritual, a game that bound you both in the intimacy of the moment. And you both played willingly. As you finished, you looked at him once again. You saw the unspoken gratitude in his gaze, and you knew he appreciated the respite from the relentless world he inhabited.
A/N: If you enjoyed this type of drabble, please let me know, and I will certainly write more.
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omg omg (i really need professional help) i had this Vision of dark+DARK+mean!john wick learning about an asshole who bullied their bunny-really-the-nicest-human-being!reader back during her school years (the reader cluelessly mentions it during conversation). john is not just angry outraged etc, he is The Rage, The War, The Biblical Day of Wrath, so he finds that guy, beats/tortures the living shit out of him and then brings his absolutely clueless little pretty bunny so that she could finish him. john is behind the reader, his arms wrapped around her arms, his hands on her shaking hands holding a gun pointing at the barely breathing man tied to a chair. the reader is crying begging to stop, and john goes "he deserves it, honey <3. now, right kneecap. go, princess, don't let me down".
Oh my god I have something for you.
Let’s give it a very dark twist, shall we? We’ll stick to this concept, but let’s make it even darker.
TW: mentions of past sexual and physical abuse, blood and gore, graphic depiction of torture, john being a very very mean man like he is fucked in the head may god bless his soul, john is also forcefully making the reader kill the man so there’s that.
It was a slip of your tongue. You didn’t notice it, but John surely did. You were used to rambling your thoughts away, a habbit that John adores so much, hearing your voice and telling him everything that’s in your head, because it means you’re not keeping any secrets from him.
A supposed to be peaceful Saturday night ruined John’s whole week, but he didn’t let it show. He kept himself composed around you, smiling so softly when you’d share a random fact about the things you’re holding or whatever comes in mind. He’s a master in the arts of keeping his expression controlled despite his emotions practically clawing their way out of his fucking lungs.
Your head was on his lap as he brushed your hair with his long fingers softly. For a hand that’s killed too many people to count, it’s surprisingly merciful around you. A shitty horror movie was playing on the TV but your attention quickly diverted to somewhere else when you watched a rather familiar scene in the film.
“Oh, man, that sucks. I know how it feels, I used to get hit by my ex-boyfriend all the time.”
What the fuck, John thought. His fingers stopped their movements as he furrowed his eyebrows. You said it as a whisper too but he heard it. He heard it fucking clearly.
“What?”
“Huh?” You moved your head to look up to him. “You said something?”
“You did,” John pointed out. “About your ex-boyfriend. What did you say?”
“Ohhh,” you said in realization, but your tone was calm. Like it was the most fucking normal thing to say in a conversation. “Yeah, he was mean. He used to hit me every time I made a very small mistake, but he said sorry when we broke up.”
John didn’t know what to say. He was frozen, trying to comprehend the words that were being thrown at him all at once.
His baby – the love of his life, someone who cannot even hurt a fucking ant – just dropped a bomb that she was a victim of abuse.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?” John tried to keep his voice leveled, soft, as he placed a large hand on your cheek and pulled you up so he could take a good look at your face.
“Well, you didn’t ask. And it’s not like it mattered anymore. I went to therapy and everything was back to normal.”
“No, that’s not –” he closed his eyes in frustration, trying so hard to keep his shit together. “Did he do anything else? Where is he now?”
“He’s–he’s doing fine. I don’t know where he is, it’s been awhile since we’ve gotten in touch.”
John could hear the tremble in your voice, like you knew what was going to come, like you knew what he’s going to do.
He didn’t answer after you said that. He looked away from you, put his attention back to the television.
You shrugged it off, hoping he would let it go.
*
He did not, in fact, let it go.
You came home one day after work to see him being rather... cheery than usual. It was unusual in itself. John being particularly cheery was not something you see in your everyday life.
He had already cooked dinner when you arrived, ate it beside you with an arm around your shoulders. He was also crooning at your ears, asking about your day if something special happened.
“I have a surprise for you.”
Your eyebrows flew up, curious yet amused. Is this why he was cheery all of a sudden?
He led you to his basement – a place where you’re never allowed to go, always bolted shut and completely restricted to you. You were getting a pretty bad feeling about this.
“What–what are we doing here, John?”
Again, he didn’t answer. You could see the grim, dark expression on his face as he opened the door. The face you only ever see when he was just coming back from a long, tiring day at work. The face you only see you know he just slaughtered someone.
Turns out, he did.
Not exactly slaughtered, but close enough.
The man who made you go through hell for years, tied up in a chair in the middle of the room, missing all his fingers on both his feet and hands.
“John, what the–”
Your boyfriend pushed a heavy pistol in your hand, and your heart is beating so hard inside your chest you couldn’t speak properly. You haven’t yet got the time to comprehend what was happening. It was all too fast.
“Pull it.”
“J-John, please don’t–”
“Pull it,” John repeated. He didn’t like repeating himself. You know this. He was standing behind you, his chest pressing against your back, warm and broad and his voice sounded so menice and fucking evil and– “Pull it, baby, before I do it myself.”
“Why are you–” your voice was shaking as well as your hands. You wanted to drop the weapon but you knew it wouldn’t do you any good, not when John was just behind you. “Why are you doing this, John? Please let him–let him go, it was a long time ago–”
“I don’t care,” he said simply, one large hand sneaking down to grab your wrist that’s holding the gun, pointing it directly at the man who’s – Jesus, was he still alive? You saw him move, he flinched, then let out a cough that made more blood from his mouth drip onto his lap. “I haven’t killed him yet because that’s your job.”
“N-No–” tears were forming into your eyes. The feeling of John’s hand gripping yours was already too much to bear, much worse pointing it to the man who abused and neglected you during your relationship, but why were you feeling bad? “John, I–I don’t w-want to, John, please, I don’t want–”
John sighed, disappointed, but he didn’t let you go. Instead, he leaned down closer to your ear and pressed a soft kiss there. His beard tickled, making you flinch and let out a shaky breath as you gulped hard.
“John, he–I know you’re doing this because you think it’s best, but I–I promise you that it’s not worth it–it’s in the past and, and–”
“Excuses, excuses,” John whispered, standing straight and taking a step away from you, positioning himself in front of the gun. “Here you are, begging for the life of the man who abused you in the past. Don’t you think that sounds absolutely ridiculous, baby?”
“It’s not–it’s not ridiculous, John, I promised! We–we talked one time after our breakup and he–he apologized for everything, I swear–I swear, John, it was all in the past–”
John cut off your rambling with an evil stare, and it was so unlike him that it scared you right to the very core. “Pull the trigger or I will. I’ll put a fucking hole in his head, saw it off and send it to his little wife and children back in Vegas.”
“John–” you sobbed. “John, please–”
“Did you know that I made him confess every diabolical shit that he’d done to you every time I chop off one of his fingers?” John said it in such a calm and steady tone that it made you only afraid of him even more. “I chopped all his fingers, and he still won’t stop confessing more. Can you believe that?”
“I already forgave him–I already forgave him, John, this wasn’t necessary–”
“It won’t be the same if I’m the one who pulls the trigger now, would it? It wouldn’t be fair, because I’m not the one who suffered under his hands,” John pushed even further, walking back to his original position behind you, gripping your arm and pointing the pistol directly at his head. “If you don’t pull that fucking trigger in the next five second, I’ll let you use a chainsaw to do it and trust me when I say you wouldn’t want it messy.”
You gulped, feeling yourself grow more and more afraid as John stood behind you. He was radiating anger, but he was keeping it at bay, though his swear words might be some of the leakage of his emotions he couldn’t contain any longer.
“I don’t want–don’t make me d-do this, John–”
“One...”
“John, please–”
“Two....” His voice was scary. Deep and level, and the grip on your arm tightened. You felt suffocated.
“I’m gonna throw u-up if I–”
“Three...” He was getting agitated.
The man’s head rose up from his position earlier to meet your eyes, and you swore you felt your stomach churn. His eyes were fucking gone.
The man opened his mouth to speak and a weak voice came. “D-Don’t–”
You pulled the trigger.
“There’s my little bunny.”
You dropped the gun as soon as his brains flew against your face and onto the wall, painting it red. You couldn’t bear to watch any further. You turned with a sob and buried your face in John’s chest, crying hysterically as he soothed you calmly by petting your head.
“Good girl. You did so fucking good, I’m so proud of you.”
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Can you do a Yandere Jealous John Wick x Reader?
Loyalty
Posted: 05/04/23
Title: Loyalty
Yandere John Wick x GN reader
Summary: When there's no escape from a love sick Baba yaga, why fight him?
Author's note: Mx is a gender neutral term for Mrs/ Mr
John Wick Story list / Master List
Warnings: Yandere, violence, language
🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞
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John was at his breaking point. He couldn't watch you from the sidelines anymore.
He knew how attached he was getting to you and how the wrong people were bound to start noticing. Not only that, but you were actively seeking a partner. He watched as you go on dates with people from dating apps and go to clubs or wherever else to meet someone.
John has thought about making a dating account to try and match or to "accidentally" bump into you at the club. However, he knew that there were too many variables at this time and didn't want to fuck up his first time introducing himself.
The consequence of this destination was his obsessions, protective, and lovely feelings, for you started to build more rapidly as he waited.
You had only heard about him in stories that were told like myths. A boogeyman, you would never and could never see coming.
However, in some cruel twisted joked, you had seen him, but only because he wanted you to.
His dark eyes stare at you from across the clubs pool room as he shoots the man you had planned on going home with. "AGHHH!" You screamed as John stands to his full size never taking his eyes off of you.
You turned and booked it for the exit with a towel wrapped around your wet skin.
Music blasts in your ears as you enter the actual club room. You shove and push past people on the dance floor, hoping to lose him in the chaos.
'What did I do?' Your thoughts are barely loud enough to be heard over your panicked heartbeat.
As you make it to the other side of the dance floor, you look back over your shoulder and see John shoving his way through the crowd eyes still locked on you.
'I'm going to die!'
"Fuck!" You shouted as you realized you were lost somewhere within the huge club. You shock as cold air blows against your wet skin.
You turn the corner of a long back hallway to see a door, but upon trying to open it, you find it locked.
"No...no. no. Please..." You heard footsteps stop far behind you.
The breath in your lungs is held hostage as you gulped in fear. Shaking, you turned around to see Baba Yaga blocking your only exit.
Silent tears fall from your eyes as he makes a calm approach. "P-please i-i haven't done anything wrong." He does reply as his eyes hold yours. "Please... don't kill me..." You beg looking away from him. His eyes soften as he stands close to you while you push yourself up against the door.
John's strong hand gently lifts your chin to look at him. You cautiously open your eyes to look at him confused by his gentle action.
His eyes looked human.
"I'm not here to kill you..." You knit your eyebrows. "Then -" He cut you off. "This isn't how I had planned this to go, but... I couldn't just watch anymore." He moves his hand from your chin to your cheek causing you to flinch and him to frown.
John wasn't sure what to say, so he said the truth. "I love you..." You're eyes widen, and before you can reply, he continues. "I saw you with that man tonight, and I couldn't handle it... not anymore. He needed to die." You closed your eyes tightly and shook your head. "No -" "Yes -" "NO HE DIDN'T!" You cried out. John sighed, knowing you wouldn't understand things from his perspective, so he didn't waste his breath arguing.
"Ethier way. I can provide for you much better than him or anyone you've gone out with." His thumb wipes away your tears, then look you over to see you wet and shaking. "You're freezing. You'll warm up in my car." He takes a careful hold of the back of your arm to try and get you to the walk with him. However, you yanked your arm away. "I'm not going anywhere with you. You fucking creep!"
He looks back at you seriously. "It wasn't a question." He then holds up a hand for you. "Now come... I'd hate to have to do this the hard way." You gulped. "I...I don't understand." You whispered to yourself. "You don't need to understand. You just need to comply."
You cried and shook your head. "You're smarter than this, y/n." He warnings.
The silence was tight in the air as you stared at him through tears. He sighs and lowers his hand before turning back to you. "Look... I know this isn't ideal, but I'm done waiting around for us to fall in love or for someone to hurt you." His eyes darken again as his nose almost touches yours. "I want to dedicate the rest of my life to you." John shakes his head, thinking he misspoke. "No... I need to dedicate the rest of my life to you." He gave your pouting lips a peck. "You be safe with me. I promise~" He gives you another sweet peck. "All you have to do is be loyal to me. To be mine~. " He looks into your eyes and watches your fear become calm numbness.
But he also saw your understanding of your inevitable fate.
"Say it~" He whispered in your ear before kissing under it. "Say that you're loyal to me~" You blankly stare into the hallway as he begins to kiss your neck lovingly. "I..." Your throat felt dry. "I'm..." John presses his body against wanting to warm your cold skin. "Good. You can say ~" "I'm loyal." He smirks against your skin. "To whom?" He asked. "To you... I'm loyal to you... j-john wick." He pulls back and kisses your forehead. "Now, say... I'm yours, Mr. Wick~. " You wet your dry mouth and looked up at him to see a possessive hungry love-filled look. "I'm..." You took a deep breath. "I'm yours, Mr Wick."
He smiles at you and kisses you lovingly. You gently kissed back, knowing there was no escape from this man. He pulls back and whispered "And I am loyal to you. You are mine... Mx Wick~" he kisses your forehead and picks you up as he begins to walk. "No one will touch what's mine, ever again~"
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starkiller-queen · 5 months
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the only time of the year this can be posted
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starkiller-queen · 9 months
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Tagged by @professional-benaddict 💗
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I choose tag you (no pressure!) - @couldntbedamned @boop-le-snoot @sobeautifullyobsessed @sam-abrams
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starkiller-queen · 10 months
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SCREAMING
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starkiller-queen · 11 months
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Croissant??
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starkiller-queen · 1 year
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he looks so glamorous after editing in the app that it looks like the next moment he will be singing a Disney song and a cute birds will be carrying the Cloak behind him.
The prettiest Disney prince ever 😆😉
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Heeey, is this the Cloak of Levitation? Leeevi?! Was he your master before?
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Waaaaait a minute!😑
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I was looking for the bearded Disney prince and suddenly found Cassim, Aladdin’s dad.
Just look at him, don’t you think that he looks like a even more hot version of Doctor Strange?😏
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starkiller-queen · 1 year
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I haven’t posted anything in ages but here I am, emerging from the void to grace your dash with memes 🤪✌🏼 I shall now make my exit
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