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·.༄࿔ TAKE ME TO PARIS part 2. my mlist

𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌 & 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

💋ྀིྀི résumé : the gifts won’t stop, along with john’s paranoia. he won’t even let you out of the hotel.

1.6k words + tags : dumb, ‘naive’ !reader, manipulation, fantasizing, smut, age gap, pet names, fingering, slight non-con, evil intent, brat-taming⭑

୭ৎ … im so sorry yall had to wait so long for this, but im finally finished !! more chapters to come, and I hope you enjoy…if there are any error, ignore! (part 1 here) - sincerely, rose

DAYS PASSED, and John's concern only seemed to intensify. He hovered nearby constantly, his watchful gaze never leaving your side, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. The gifts from Marquis didn’t stop either, a jewelry a day.

At first, you found John’s behavior endearing, a testament to his unwavering dedication to keeping you safe. But as time wore on, his constant vigilance began to chafe, leaving you feeling suffocated by his overbearing presence.

"I'm just going for a walk, John," you protested, attempting to slip past him as he stood guard by the hotel entrance.

His grip tightened on your arm, his eyes flashing with undisguised worry. "I can't let you out of my sight, not with him out there," he insisted, his tone firm and resolute.

Frustration bubbled up inside you as you shook off his hold, refusing to be caged like some delicate bird.

"I'm not a child, John. I can take care of myself," you snapped, storming towards the door, before the brooding man stopped you and held his position in front of the door.

“I said no.”

His voice was cold, you were getting on his nerves. Paranoid or not, he couldn’t let you go outside.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, my patience has already been thrown out the window.” He glared at you, you could tell he wasn’t joking, but you just can’t help but to talk back.

“You’re such a brute. You can’t keep me here fore—“ You widened your eyes, feeling a hand read gently on your mouth. Fluttering your eyelashes to John’s gaze, your face flushed, your eyebrows narrowing.

“Stop being a brat.” He murmured, his words slipping smoothly through his lips.

Before you knew it, his body already pressed against yours firmly, his weight leaning you against the flat surface of the wall, secluded in your room.

“I’m just looking out for you, is that so hard to understand?”

As John pressed you against the decorative wallpaper, his firm grip sending shivers down your spine, you couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. His proximity ignited a fire within you, stirring desires that had long lain dormant.

With a defiant smirk, you met his intense gaze head-on, the heat of his breath mingling with yours as you leaned in closer, the tension crackling between you like electricity.

"You're not my keeper, John," you countered, your voice laced with equal parts defiance and desire. "I can take care of myself."

But before you could utter another word, John's lips crashed against yours, his kiss fierce and demanding, leaving you breathless and dizzy with longing. His hands roamed your body with a possessive urgency, igniting a fierce hunger deep within your core.

“Do you understand what no means?” He leaned back, scoffing at your flushed state. Now turning your body around to face him, his eyes trailed your body top to bottom, your heart pacing, knowing what was next.

With a gasp, you melted into him, your resistance crumbling beneath the weight of his passion. Every touch, every caress sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, building to a fever pitch that threatened to consume you whole.

It didn’t take long until you felt his hands start to trail up your silk dress, his hand could be seen rubbing along your thighs through the thin fabric. Each whimper you gave was met with a smirk from John, only fueling his ego.

“Seems like this brat is already so wet for me. Is this what you wanted? To push my buttons to end up like this?”

Your breath hitched as John’s hands explored the curves of your body, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through you with every teasing touch. His words, though laced with arrogance, only served to stoke the flames of your desire, igniting a primal need that begged to be sated.

With a low whimper, you arched into his touch, unable to deny the intoxicating effect he had on you. “N-No I didn’t mean to I…,” you murmured, your voice dripping with seduction as you trailed your fingers along the contours of his chest.

The tension between you crackled with raw intensity, each touch, each whispered word fueling the inferno of passion that raged between you. Lost in the heat of the moment, his fingers eventually met contact with your wet folds, a moan slipping past your lips.

“J-John..” you croaked, squinting.

“I told you there would be punishments for your behavior.” You couldn’t even reply back in time when he had slipped a finger inside your wet hole, gasping into the air. A few pumps from his digits already made you a moaning mess.

Your words caught in your throat as John’s touch sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, rendering you speechless as ecstasy washed over you in dizzying waves. His fingers, skilled and knowing, delved deeper into your core, igniting a firestorm of desire that threatened to consume you whole.

Every pump, every stroke sent you spiraling closer to the edge, your moans echoing in the air as you surrendered yourself to the overwhelming pleasure that John bestowed upon you. His touch was like a drug, intoxicating and addictive, leaving you craving more with each passing moment.

He smirked, eventually pulling his fingers away to bring to his mouth, tasting you. You widened your eyes, wondering why he stopped as jaw hung open, your poor cunt soaked and wanting more.

John’s smirk only deepened as he savored the taste of your arousal on his fingers, his gaze locked with yours as he drank in your reaction with undisguised satisfaction. Your widened eyes and parted lips spoke volumes, your confusion and desire swirling together in a heady mix that only fueled his own arousal.

“Such a sweet little thing,” he murmured, his voice dripping with sinful promise as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “You want more, don’t you?” He laughed wickedly. This was your punishment. He wasn’t going to continue, he was going to make you wait for it.

He scoffed, leaving you breathless and aching for more as he reveled in the power he held over you. Your body throbbed with need, every nerve on edge as you craved his touch like a drug.

“Clean yourself up, darling,” he said casually, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just transpired between you.

Confusion and frustration warred within you as you struggled to make sense of his abrupt change in demeanor. Had it all been a game to him? A cruel joke at your expense?

With trembling hands, you gathered your wits about you, forcing yourself to stand on shaky legs as you attempted to compose yourself. But the memory of his touch lingered like a fever dream, leaving you reeling in its wake.

Now stepping out of the steaming shower, you sighed to yourself, thinking back to John’s advances just an hour ago. You should’ve known he had a trick up his sleeve just to toy with you.

Before you could dwell on the thought any longer, your phone rang, startling you out of your reverie. Glancing at the caller ID, you frowned in confusion at the unfamiliar number. Hesitantly, you answered, bringing the phone to your ear.

"Bonjour, ma chérie," a smooth voice purred from the other end, sending a chill down your spine.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Recognition dawned on you as you realized who was calling. "Marquis," you greeted evenly, masking the tremor in your voice. “How did you find my number…”

"Ah, I know a guy," he replied, his voice dripping with honeyed charm. "Tell me, have you been enjoying my little gifts?"

Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to maintain your composure. "I appreciate the gesture," you replied tersely, forcing a note of indifference into your tone.

Deep down, you weren’t scared or threatened that the man called you, in fact, you welcomed it. Perhaps you could use this as payback for John?

The Marquis's laughter echoed in your ears, he had noticed your tone of voice . "Oh, ma chérie, you wound me," he purred. "But tell me, have you left Paris? I haven’t seen you anywhere…”

Yeah, thanks to John. You thought in your head.

“I simply admire beautiful things, and you, my dear, are the most exquisite masterpiece of them all. A shame I haven’t seen you since the auction.

Despite the danger and warning bells ringing in your mind, a rebellious spark ignited within you at the Marquis’s words. You couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through you at the thought of defying John, of embracing the danger that lurked just beyond the shadows.

As the Marquis’s laughter echoed in your ears, you felt a surge of defiance welling up inside you.

“I’m still here, Marquis,” you replied, your voice laced with a hint of mischief. “And I must say, your absence hasn’t gone unnoticed either.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by a low chuckle that sent a shiver down your spine. “Ah, so you’re still playing games, ma chérie,” he murmured, his voice tinged with amusement. “I must say, I do admire your spirit.”

The Marquis’s laughter filled the air once more, a sound that sent a thrill of anticipation racing through your veins. “Well then, my dear,” he purred. “Let’s see just how far that taste for danger will take you.”

the end ! part 3 in progress…

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velvainee · 14 days

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✦ ⎯⎯ ㅤִㅤ ୭ 𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦 ( dr.wick x reader )

ᨳ ꒰ précis ꒱. oneshot. In 2236, Dr. John Wick leads "Wick Industries" in human experiments to extend life and youthfulness. But behind the facade of progress, test subjects like you are unknowingly involved, their consent ignored.

୨ৎ warnings. manhandling, non-con, forced relationship, breeding, evil intent, large age gap, p in v, blackmailing, mentions of blood, torture, bdsm, size kink. dead dove. do not eat. 2.6k words.

𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, this is my first fic on this blog ! please excuse any mistakes and lmk if you like it, reblogs comments & likes are very appreciated! if you have any requests for another fic don’t be afraid to reach out. ( has not been proof read ) !

As you step into the sterile corridors of Wick Industries, the faint hum of machinery fills the air, a constant reminder of the scientific endeavors unfolding within. It's 2236, an era where the boundaries between progress and ethical considerations blur into a murky haze.

You find yourself here not out of choice, but out of dire necessity, your financial woes pressing upon you like a weighty burden. Volunteering as a blood donor is your ticket to survival, a means to secure the funds desperately needed to support your ailing mother and keep a roof over your head.

You needed the money, your mother's illness draining your savings faster than you could replenish them, while the relentless march of automation threatened your livelihood in the retail sector.

With each passing day, the gap between what you earned and what you needed widened, leaving you with little recourse but to turn to unconventional means to make ends meet.

A giant in the industry, Wick Industries looms large in the landscape of scientific research, its reputation as a leader in biomedical advancements drawing both admiration and scrutiny.

When news broke of their call for volunteers to participate in cutting-edge experiments aimed at extending human youth, you saw it as an opportunity—a chance to alleviate your financial woes while contributing to the greater good. Little did you know the true cost of admission into this world of scientific ambition and moral ambiguity.

Entering the facility, you're greeted by the sight of a bustling lobby, volunteers milling about in varying states of anticipation and apprehension.

The air is charged with nervous energy, a palpable undercurrent of uncertainty running through the crowd as each individual grapples with their own reasons for being there.

At the registration desk, you join the queue, your heart pounding in your chest as you inch closer to the counter.

The old woman behind the desk is brisk and efficient, her voice a steady rhythm in the cacophony of voices around you.

“Next,” she called out, an old woman behind the counter waved her hand, urging you to move forward.

“ID?” She spoke. Your hands making their way into your little pink hand bag as they shuffled to take out your wallet, waiting for the nod of approval before tucking your things back into your purse.

“Third door down the hallway to the left,” she directed.

Guided by her directions, you navigate through the maze-like corridors of the facility, the sterile environment and the click of your heels against the polished floors adding to the surreal atmosphere.

The waiting room is a sea of faces, each one bearing the weight of their own struggles and uncertainties, their eyes betraying a mixture of hope and trepidation.

As you take your seat among the other volunteers, you can't help but feel a sense of camaraderie tinged with unease. The steady stream of departures catches your attention, prompting a question to the person beside you.

“Why are people leaving?” You ask.

Their answer, though matter-of-fact, does little to assuage your growing apprehension.

“I hear the doctors are looking for a specific blood type within the volunteers,” the man next to you replied, his eyes going back to the bright screen of the phone he held.

Amidst the ebb and flow of volunteers, two figures emerge, their presence commanding attention as they make their way down the line of chairs. The older man's piercing gaze sends a shiver down your spine, while his companion's whispered exchange only serves to heighten your sense of foreboding.

When they finally reach you, the weight of their scrutiny feels suffocating.

The bearded man leans in to murmur something inaudible into his assistants ear, the man’s eyes flicker in your direction.

“Her,” he whispers slightly, their eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.

As their stares bore into yours, the man’s assistant gestures for you to stand, and you comply, feeling a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. With a barely perceptible nod from the older man, they lead you away from the crowd, down a series of sterile corridors lined with gleaming metal doors.

Down the labyrinthine corridors you go, each step bringing you closer to the unknown. The air grows colder, the atmosphere thick with anticipation and trepidation. What awaits you behind those imposing doors remains a mystery, one that gnaws at the edges of your consciousness with relentless persistence.

Finally, you come to a stop before a nondescript door, its surface devoid of any indication of what lies beyond. With a silent exchange, the older man and his assistant confer, their words lost to you in the deafening silence of the corridor.

As the door slides open, revealing a sterile room bathed in harsh fluorescent light, you steel yourself for what comes next.

Alone in the room with these enigmatic figures, you can't help but feel a sense of trepidation. Their welcoming smiles offer little comfort, their words ringing hollow against the backdrop of uncertainty that looms over you like a dark cloud.

"Welcome," the man with the clipboard begins, his voice a mere whisper in the vast emptiness of the room. "My name is Dr. David. Thank you for volunteering,”

As the assistant quietly slips out of the room, leaving you alone with Dr. John Wick, a sense of unease settles over you like a heavy blanket. Yet, in his presence, there's a strange calmness that washes over you, his reassuring smile and soothing voice momentarily easing the knots of tension in your stomach.

"Please, have a seat," he gestures towards a chair, his tone gentle yet authoritative. You comply, sinking into the plush cushion as he takes a seat across from you, his piercing gaze never leaving yours.

"Let me assure you, you're in good hands here," he begins, his voice smooth as silk. "Wick Industries is at the forefront of groundbreaking research, and your participation in our experiments is invaluable."

Despite his words, a nagging feeling of apprehension lingers at the back of your mind, a whisper of doubt that refuses to be silenced. Yet, you push it aside, clinging to the hope that perhaps this is just the opportunity you've been waiting for.

“I’m Dr. Wick—but please, call me John,” He gives you a charming grin once more, reaching out his hand for you to shake.

As he continues to speak, his words seem to fade into the background, your focus shifting to the way the harsh fluorescent light casts shadows across his angular features.

“Tell me about yourself,” he speaks up once more, trying to strike a conversation with his patient.

There's something magnetic about him, something that draws you in despite your better judgment.

“There’s not really much to me,” you chuckle softly, a pink shade flushing against your cheeks.

“I work in retail—heard of the small cafe Allure? Im a barista,” you say bluntly, as if you were having a normal conversation with your friend.

“Ah really?” John turns to you, his brown eyes boring into yours. “I’ll have to try it sometime, I’ve never been,” he revealed.

Your conversation starts to become more intimate, sort of like you’re speaking to a therapist.

"You're special, you know," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. "There's something about you that sets you apart from the others."

A flush creeps up your neck at his words, a warmth spreading through you that has nothing to do with the temperature of the room. His proximity is intoxicating, his presence commanding yet strangely comforting.

“People don’t usually say that about me,” you scoff, rolling your eyes, yet you felt cared for, embracing the feeling of praise.

“A shame for such a pretty girl like you,” He jokes, rubbing his chin with his fingers.

You find yourself hanging onto his every word, his charisma and intelligence captivating you in a way you never expected.

As he shares stories of his past achievements and future aspirations, you can't help but feel a sense of admiration for the man before you.

But beneath the surface, there's a tension that simmers, a palpable electricity that crackles in the air between you. You can sense the shift in his demeanor, the subtle change in the way he looks at you, as if seeing you for the first time.

As the conversation lulls, he rises from his seat, his movements fluid and purposeful. With a slight smile, he disappears into the adjacent room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Minutes pass, the silence broken only by the soft hum of machinery in the distance. And then, he reappears, a small vial in his hand.

"I've prepared something to help ease the discomfort during the blood extraction process," he explains, his tone reassuring. "It's a simple elixir, but it should make the experience more bearable."

You nod, accepting the vial with a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. As you raise it to your lips, you can't help but wonder what exactly is in the concoction he's given you.

But the pain of the extraction process looms large in your mind, overshadowing any doubts or reservations you may have.

With a deep breath, you swallow the elixir in one swift motion, its taste bitter and metallic against your tongue. And then, as the liquid courses through your veins, a wave of dizziness washes over you, your vision blurring at the edges.

You reach out for support, but John is already there, his strong arms catching you before you hit the ground.

Your head throbs, the sensation reverberating through your ears as you grimace in pain, your face contorted in a grimace as you watch the overhead lights flicker rapidly.

Panic surges within you, your heart racing as you realize your arms are restrained above your head, the cold metal of the cuffs biting into your skin. Your feet barely brush against the worn tiles below.

"What the hell?!" you exclaim, your voice trembling with fear. Memories elude you, leaving you disoriented and bewildered.

Surveying your surroundings, you find yourself in a stark white room, its pristine walls offering no solace. A single door stands in the corner, ominous in its silence as you hang suspended in the center, the flickering lights casting eerie shadows across the sterile space.

Suddenly, the door creaks open, revealing Dr. John Wick as he steps into the room. Clad in gloves and his white coat, he exudes an unsettling air of authority as a wave of realization washes over you.

"What's happening?!" you demand, your voice trembling with uncertainty as fear grips you tightly.

"Hush now," John soothes, his voice calm and measured as he approaches you.

Despite your frantic struggles against the chains, he moves closer, his hand deftly manipulating a remote control in his grasp. With a click, the chains lower, the sound of metal clanking echoing in the sterile room as your body descends.

“I didn’t lie about how you were special,” he smiles creepily, now eye level with the man as he lifts your chin slightly.

“We just need to text you for some experiments, nothing too big,” he added, hot tears already brimming your waterline.

“P-Please get me out this isn’t what I signed up for—“ You whined, your wrists still trying to undo the chains that bound them together.

“I’m sorry but I cannot do that. You’ll be my little test bunny for today, is that alright with you, love?” He chuckled softly.

You shriek, tears already streaming down your cheeks as John’s fingers stroke against your jawline.

“You wouldn’t want to let your poor mother die now, would you?” He whispered, leaning into your ears as you grit your teeth, jaw clenching.

“Your mother has been transferred to a better hospital—under my industry. Resist and you die, let me use you this once and I’ll ensure your mother’s safety,” he’d add.

Before you are able to say anything, he grabs a handkerchief from his pocket, wrapping it around your head.

Your body stops shaking, your mother was at risk and you were unable to do anything.

He first took a knife from the steel cart that was placed against the wall across from where you were, his movements precise as you felt your clothing slither from your body, down your legs and eventually onto the ground.

Unable to resist, you stood there, crying, your makeup making marks on your cheeks as you shuddered from the embarrassment you felt as you were exposed to the older man.

“So young, so beautiful,” his voice tantalizing as he admired your curves, his hands starting to graze against your skin, the goosebumps visible from your fear.

“Don’t be afraid, it’s only procedures,” he teased, before pushing the button on his remote once more, your body lowering down as you gazed up at the man like a dog.

His fingers made their way under your chin, lifting them up slightly before he slowly undid the handkerchief.

“Please don’t scream, you’ll only make it harder for yourself,” he rambled, his lips now pressing against yours as you moaned in both surprise and disgust.

His tongue swirled with yours, the both fighting for dominance as he held your jaw in one hand, the other one starting to undo his pants.

John’s eyes glinted with a cold detachment as he advanced towards you, his movements deliberate and predatory.

“I promise, you’ll like it,” he drawled, his voice dripping with arrogance as he surveyed your trembling form.

You tried to protest, but the words caught in your throat as he pinned you against the wall, his hands rough and possessive as they roamed over your body.

“Don’t fight it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he leaned in close.

“Resistance is futile.”

You could feel the heat of his breath against your skin, sending shivers down your spine despite the fear that gripped your soul.

“Please,” you whispered, but the desperation in your voice only seemed to amuse him.

With a smirk, he silenced you with a bruising kiss, his lips crushing yours with a ruthless intensity that left you gasping for air.

And as he claimed you as his own, you found yourself surrendering to him completely, your body a playground for his darkest desires. Each touch sent shockwaves of pleasure and pain coursing through your veins, your cunt throbbing with a mixture of agony and ecstasy.

But amidst the chaos, there was something else - a twisted kind of love that dared not speak its name.

“You like that, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice dripping with malice as he watched you squirm beneath him.

You moaned in response, unable to deny the twisted pleasure that his touch ignited within you.

With a guttural grunt, John released his load deep inside your cunt, his cock throbbing with the force of his climax. Your walls clenched around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from his pulsating shaft as he claimed you as his own.

“Take it, you filthy whore,” he spat, his voice dripping with disdain as he buried himself inside you.

“You like being used, don’t you?”

You moaned in response, unable to deny the twisted pleasure that his rough treatment ignited within you.

Each thrust was a reminder of your submission, a testament to the depths of your depravity.

As he reached his peak, his grip on you tightened, leaving bruises in his wake as he marked you as his property.

“There we go little bunny,” he sneered, his words a cruel echo of the pleasure that coursed through your veins.

And as he finally pulled away, leaving you empty and spent, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. In his arms, there was no room for love or tenderness, only the raw, unbridled passion of two souls consumed by darkness.

♡ 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑

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gxbbyhoneybadger · 1 year

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The Jade Viper #2

Pairing: John Wick x !F!Reader

Summary: Loyalty goes far for Y/n, she proves over and over again to John that she'll do anything for him and his honor. Even rescuing him from a kidnapping; she's always going to be right behind him through thick and thin. But John begins to catch feelings for his loyal ninja assassin.

Warnings: adult language, blood, guns, beatings, wounds, torture, abuse, character past history, child death, nightmare, sexual tension, mutual pining, flirting, fluff.

Minors DNI 🔞

Part I, Part III

John could taste the copper inside his mouth, his sides aching from the growing bruises. His hands being cut into by zip ties around the arms of the chair; two men standing close by as the leader cleaned his knuckles of blood with a rag. He started to speak about how great John was supposed to be, but the leader just grew more agitated.

"You are no Bogeyman, the Baba Yaga I've once heard of is nothing but a weak man." He growled, he pulled back his fist to punch John once more. "Speak your last words, Mr. Wick." John grunted as he clenched his fists.

"Have you ever heard of the Jade Viper?" asked John as he closed his eyes to take in a heavy breath. The leader held back his laugh as he let John's tie go, "Are you really trying to spook me with a fake story to avoid your death?" He chuckled. John shook his head as he looked at the man again.

"It's real. . . I've seen it, I've seen her." John then snapped his fingers; the man rolled his eyes and attempted to grab John's throat, only to suddenly choke—John saw the silver thin yet long needle pierce through the leader's neck—sending him into a paralyzed state and collapsing onto the ground. John heard the two men in a scuffle behind him—a bone was heard being snapped as one of them was thrown beside John before being quickly dragged backwards into the shadows and one of them screamed with agony until a sound of a knife being pierced through someone's body was heard.

John listened to the clicking heels coming towards him, gentle hands being placed atop his wrist as her kunai sliced through the zip tie. "Y'know, when you said you'd find the Blood Dragons yourself, I didn't think you'd let them catch you in a way." Y/n sighed, "It pained me seeing them hurt you. I'm glad I knocked the main one out for now."

John winced as he rubbed his wrists to get the blood flowing to his fingers. He looked at the dead man's body as she picked up a clean rag—tilting his face to look at her while she gently cleaned around his bruises and cuts on his cheek and head. "He's dead." He commented.

"Awh, John, you doubt me so much. He isn't dead. Not yet anyways. These are metal needles with a point at both ends. . . They're often used for medical purposes in my clan, being used to strike acupuncture points. Anyone with great proper medical knowledge can effectively use these in battle to incapacitate or even kill their target should you aim for vital spots. I aimed to incapacitate him." She smirked, "He's just asleep for now."

"You know a lot of techniques." He said, "How were you able to learn all of this?" That made her grow a smile on her face as she let go of his head. "I'll tell you once we get out of here." The incapacitated man was stuffed into the trunk, hands and feet were tied. Y/n was driving and John was resting in his seat as Bones jumped into the backseat, "Good girl." She cooed while tossing her pet a treat.

She had started to drive and watch the view of lights being blurred by the raindrops. John sighed as he relaxed, "So. . . are you going to tell me?" Y/n nodded with a grin. Her fingers lightly drumming on the steering wheel.

"You already know that I'm not just an assassin, but, also a ninja, John. Something you'd hear in one of those dumb movies. But it's true. Even I want to laugh at it myself. When I was born, the Grandmaster took his pick of the litter. Each son and daughter in his clan wasn't there by choice, only by force. I was chosen by him and dragged into his training. I remember how ruthless his training was, he trained us in many ways. Those scars you saw my chest, my legs, the bottoms of my feet were all from him." She said.

John was listening while he watched her, her eyes glistening with pain as she remembered her childhood. "He beat the martial arts into us, branded it in our brains, burned it into our bodies, and carved it into our souls. To test who truly were the strongest out of the weakest, he'd match us against each other. A fight to the death. I remember beating one of my sister's, his eyes were on me and I knew what I had to do to prove that I was worthy to keep living. . . So I broke her neck."

John's eyes grew wide with sorrow and shock as he looked at her. "Her death was quick, and full of mercy. I released her from years of torment, John. I didn't want to, but I had to. We had these death tournaments once a year until we turned eighteen, the year we mastered everything. When I was twelve, he had me wear blindfold for an entire year. He said that we must fight no matter what, even without our gift of sight." John saw her hands beginning to tremble as she pulled into his garage.

"What he told us during our punishment has always stuck in my mind. . . Pain breeds weakness. Suffering exists because weakness exists." She muttered, "I had to practice to walk and run in silence. If I made a noise, he strike my feet with a bamboo rod, that's why I have permanent scars on them. . . I have scars on my body from his punishments. You must understand, John, I now do this to protect you. You only. You gave me a chance to change, and I plan to only use my skills to do whatever it takes to protect you."

John felt his heart break at her promise. He'd gone through his own training to become an assassin, it was cruel, and it was painful. But hearing just a tiny tale from her own experience sounded like hell compared to his own. He found her hand and held it in his own, her head slowly turned to look at their connection as John glanced at her.

"I'm sorry for what you've gone through, Y/n." She shook her head and placed her other hand on top his. "Don't be sorry for me, John. . ." Her eyes flickered to his and remained there for a minute. Time seemed to have slowed down, both their hands grew warmer. She shut her eyes and shook her head lightly before releasing her hand from his.

"Let's head inside, I need to take care of your wounds." With that, she exited the car and helped John inside of the house. Once settled in, she removed his shirt and coat. Seeing the bruises and scars on his body, it made her smile warmly before she attended to his cuts. "Why are you smiling?" John questioned, he heard her giggle to herself as she shook her head.

"It's just funny to see you injured like this, I've seen worse but, it's just funny when it's you." He grunted feeling the rubbing alcohol brush against his open cut, "Does it hurt?" "Not as bad as before." He replied. Y/n finished her work and handed him a glass of water, "Is he still alive?" John questioned. "He's settled in the garage for now. I'll move him to the basement after-"

"Not him. . . Your Grandmaster." John corrected. Y/n paused while washing her hands—she turned off the water and turned to look at John who was sitting on the couch. "John. . . Why do you want to know?" She asked.

"Just tell me." He said, a sigh left her as she walked back to the couch to sit down beside him. "I don't know anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"I escaped. . . I left my clan, attacked the Grandmaster, and they've been after me ever since." Y/n said, "When you asked me where I lived, I said nowhere. . . Because I'm always running from them, I kill threats to keep them distracted."

"Your siblings?" John asked.

"The ones who still remain by his side. . . But, now with you. I get to stop running, now I have a purpose to stay where I am and fight for something that matters. The Grandmaster told us that we are his blood, no more than that. "Wherever you are, wherever you may. go, you must never forget who you are. You are part of me, as I am part of you. This is the truth of your lives, and it will remain true after death." Weakness compels strength. Betrayal begets blood. This is the law of the Seven Clans. . ." Y/n lifted her head and looked at John with guilty eyes.

Her foot lightly tapping on the ground as she spoke, "I betrayed my clan, scarred the Grandmaster's face so bad, I believe he lost an eye. . . It's been years since I've last saw him, but I've seen many of my siblings come and go." John saw the tears beginning to grow in her eyes as she looked down. "You took a shower when you first got here. . . Who's blood was it?" John inquired.

". . . One of my brothers, we seemed to have crossed paths when we were hunting you down for fun. . . I just overwhelmed him and got the upper hand."

"Why am I such a big target?"

"Come on, the Bogeyman? Sounds like a scary name, scary name equals scary threat." She smirked. John couldn't help but grin at her words, Y/n laid back on the couch and stretched her arms and legs. "How far does your loyalty go?"

Y/n smiled again as she sighed, "As far as it needs to go, John. You go anywhere, I'll be there making sure you're safe. Unless you need privacy with a lady." She answered—standing up and beginning to walk to the garage. "I'm gonna fetch our friend in the car, I'll have him tied and prepared for your questioning."

He nodded his head and Y/n disappeared into the garage. John gently traced the back of his hand with his other, Bubba approached and rested his head on his thigh. "I don't know what I'm thinking. . ." He muttered to his dog.

Later at night, after dealing with the leader's body and interrogation—John had dinner with Y/n, she cooked spaghetti, garlic bread, and made a fresh salad for them to eat; John took a shower and gotten dressed for bed. He got in bed and Bubba was in his dog bed with Bones in the living room, Y/n was elsewhere.

John didn't know where she had went, but he knew she was close by. He fell asleep and started to drift off into his dreams—when he did, he expected to see Daisy, or his wife, anything but woman wearing a large sunhat. She was kneeling by a row of potted flowers, she wore gloves and a beautiful green and white flower dress, her hair blew with elegance in the wind while the sun shined on her.

John felt his heart pick up speed when she turned to smile at him, Y/n was smiling at him. Her eyes were bright and innocent, full of life and glee; three puppies tumbled over her feet, Bubba and Bones both sniffing them and pushing them onwards. Y/n slid off her gloves and giggled as she lifted the large sunhat to peek at whoever was behind him. John froze when he heard, "Daddy!"

A child's voice piped up with happiness, John looked behind him to see a young girl with short black hair, similar to his own. Her eyes full of adoration for him as she smiled, she held his hand and dragged him forward towards Y/n. It was only then that had John saw Y/n's body. Her dress perfectly brought out her baby bump: she was pregnant. Beautiful, and pregnant?!

John then saw his entire fantasy become a nightmare when thunder had struck, lighting had blinded him for only a minute. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw blood everywhere. Bubba and Bones were gone, the little girl was gone, Y/n wasn't. She was there. . .

Only. . . She was standing in a pool of blood, and the little girl lying right beside her feet. Bleeding out with empty eyes. Y/n's face and hands coated with blood, behind her, shadows began to emerge from the depths of the garden. Carrying katanas, blades, and even the heads of John's old enemies.

Y/n lifted her face and stared at John with an empty expression. As if she wasn't there anymore, just a shell of her remained. The shadows then leapt at John and he had woken up in a cold sweat. His heart thumping harder and faster than ever before, he looked at his window to see the night sky still there.

He lifted his hand and held his head to calm himself down, taking in slow and deep breaths. "John?" Y/n whispered from somewhere in the room, he looked around in the dark and looked towards the closed door.

"Y/n?" He mumbled—the floor slightly creaked and he looked to the left side of the room, the corner that was filled with nothing but shadows—Y/n slowly emerged from the darkness with a concerned look on her face.

"Are you okay?" She asked with a soft voice. He leaned against the headboard and sighed. ". . . Where you here the entire time?" He wondered. She let out a halfhearted giggle as she sat on the edge of his bed.

"No, I wasn't actually. I heard you shuffling around in here, I thought you were being attacked at first so I came in. . . Then I saw that you were being attacked by yourself. . . And I wasn't sure to wake you up or not, until you did five seconds later." She explained, "Are you okay?"

He nodded his head and glanced at the clock instead of Y/n, still unsure of what his dream had really meant. His eyes found her again as she stood up and walked to the door, "I'll be out here." She added. "Don't you sleep?" said John. "Not until you have proper rest, once you're taken care of and healed up, only then can I sleep."

With that, she shut the door and left John alone. He ran his fingers through his raven locks as he rethought of the dream again. Why did he think of that? Better yet, why was she pregnant? Why was that little girl there? . . . Why was Y/n covered in all that blood? . . .

John could only wonder as he laid back in his bed, feeling cold and unsure but most definitely, alone. As if he somewhat wanted Y/n to stay in the same room with him, but also didn't. What was this feeling he was sensing? He could only shut his eyes and sleep on it.

From afar, outside hidden within the trees—watching as Y/n walked down the stairs and freeze in place as she felt a pair of eyes piercing at her. She snapped her eyes towards the shadows of the forest, seeing nothing there but a squirrel scurry up the tree. She clenched her fists as she smelled the pine trees.

"Run, run, little sister." whispered the shadow from the darkness.

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Pt. 3 is coming soon!!

#slow burn #smutwarning #john wick smut #john wick #keanu fan #keanu x reader #john wick x reader #john wick x y/n #john wick x you

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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I really love your page, may I request another John wick 4 Akira x Male wick reader where he saves her from getting shot

Akira fires on several thugs…

Y/N tackles her as a hail of bullets nearly hit her…

Akira: I had them!

Y/N: more like they had you

Y/N shoots several more

Akira: Wick?

Y/N: yeah?

Akira: you can get off me now

Y/N: right

John: (smirks) young love

Y/N: shut up Dad.

#submission #akira x reader #john wick akira #john wick imagine #john wick chapter 4 #john wick x reader #john wick x son reader #john wick #rina sawayama #Akira x wick reader #john wick the continental #the continental #keanu reeves imagine #keanu x reader #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves

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yup-thats-me · 2 years

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Pregnancy Hormones || husband!Keanu Reeves x pregnant!wife!reader

Keanu Reeves and the prompts “Please don’t leave me” and “Are we okay?” request by @too-oldtobeafangirl

pairing: husband!Keanu Reeves x pregnant!wife!reader

warning/this post contains: pregnancy, baby bump talking(?), fruit, cheetos, ice-cream, the word daddy used a fair amount, power cuts, crying, hormones, weird food combos, fluff, and the mention of the fact that Keanu had worn nail paints, in my imagination it is.

summary: your hormones are acting up

a/n: although the prompt may seem an angst one bit I'm feeling too soft to write angst. It's fluff. Sorry if it's not what you wished for also, modified it a little c:

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PLEASE IF ANY OF THE THINGS MENTIONED ABOVE TRIGGERS YOU DO NOT PROCEED

You were talking with your seven months baby bump in your rocking chair while your husband, Keanu, was making you a fruit bowl.

"You know babygirl, your dad's a fine ass man. No doubt I had to fall for him all those years ago with his long black hair, that grey patches in his beard, and those, large veiny hands, which when I tell you looks better on wrapped around my neck" you told your baby as if it was actually able to hear you.

Keanu's head perked up as you talked, a wide smile on his face. "Sweetheart, you okay?" He asked, coming in the living room with a bowl filled with cut fruits.

"Yeah just telling the little one how her Daddy looks," You smirked.

He knelt down beside your chair handing you the bowl. He put his hand on your belly and rubbed it in soothing circles. "How did you become my wife?" he laughed, making you giggle.

Hormones. Ah those were the imbecile bodily fluids that made you this way. Every morning, you'd be all needy and clingy for him. Cuddle him in bed, forcing him to stay in bed for a little longer, which fortunately for you, turned to hours.

Other times, you weren't so good. There was this one time when you put up a fight with Keanu because apparently, he went to the grocery store without you, leaving you to die in your massive, cold house without the presence of his warmth. Perks of having a dramatic wife.

When he came back, he tried to make up but the only way you'd talk to him again would be if hedy let you paint his nails. He agreed of course. How could such a man as him deny anything those angelic voice of yours ask?

While Keanu was messaging your shoulders, the power went out. The windows were mostly closed because of the heat, making the entire house dark. Your hands quickly reached Keanu's hand. "I hate darkness!" You whined.

He chuckled in the dark. "I know, sweet. Let me check the fuse box," he suggested as he tried to lift his hand off your shoulder.

Your hands gripped on his tighter. "Please don't leave us alone...I'll die of loneliness."

Although, Keanu could see your face in the dark, he could tell you were pouting with those pretty eyes, going all whiny.

He let out a belly laugh at your words. Oh how he loved you pregnant. "Y/n, I swear to God, I love much much more while you're pregnant," He let out another laugh before continuing, "I'll be quick I promise," he kissed your forehead and ran out the door for the fuse box.

You sat in darkness, rubbing your belly. "I'm lonely. My husband left me in the dark all by myself~" you sang in hopes of him hearing.

Keanu did hear you from the other room and within a period of like two minutes, the power was back on. Before he came in the room again, you decided to put on a little act. There wasn't anything more fun than to annoy Keanu.

He came in, his hand near his ear, pretending it to be a walkie talkie, "Report Mrs. Reeves, the work is done. The bad guy is dead. Over and out," he said, chuckling.

He thought the play would make you laugh but when it didn't, he got all serious. You'd always laugh at his idiotism.

He knelt down beside you again. "What's wrong, love?" His face full of concern.

You were trying real hard not to laugh at him, but the look on his face made it impossible not to. You broke out laughing.

"Look at you," you were breathless laughing at him. "Wow, Y/n didn't know you were this mean," Keanu huffed, turning away from you.

Your eyebrows knitted together, fearing that you had upset him.

"Ke?"

He shook his head. "Nuh uh. I'll not talk to you," he responded his back still facing you.

Your hormones began to act up again. You currently felt terrible for making fun of him that way. Your eyes began to water and in a second, you were sobbing. "I'm sorry, Ke. I'm so sorry. Please talk to me," your words came out choked from the sobs.

Keanu's eyes were blown wide when he heard you cry. Turning around, he hovered over you, holding your face making him look at you.

"Oh my God, Y/n, I was just kidding!" He began.

You looked at him with doe-like eyes, your bottom lip quivering. "You're not mad at me?" You asked.

He smiled at your words, "Can I ever be mad at you?"

You shook your head in answer. He hugged you as you calmed down.

"Are we okay?" He questioned again just for clarity. "No. Now I want ice cream with Cheetos," you ordered, although your eyes told you you were normal again. Not angry at him.

"Be right back, madam," he saluted at you and went to grab your order, the fruit bowl long forgotten.

He came back with your order holding a desert glass with your favourite ice cream with the spicy balls on top

You made grabby hands at him, telling him to hand you the desert. You devoured on it while Keanu stared at you with complete adoration in his eyes.

"I love you so much more, everyday," he announced.

You looked at him, your mouth stuffed with ice cream and Cheetos balls. "Love you too, baby!" You replied before taking another spoonful in your mouth.

#keanu reeves x you #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves #keanu x reader #pregnant!wife!reader

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ringa-starr · 1 year

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Pregnancy Fic Requests

Hi everyone! I know I've barely been on Tumblr lately and that is because of my job. It takes a lot out of me and on my days off, I spend most of the time sleeping. Truth be told, sometimes I forget the website is even around.

That being said, I was thinking about all the fanfics/imagines/one shots I've read here and they inspired me. I like to write fanfiction and, I know this is probably going to sound weird, but I've come to the realization that writing pregnancy fics is what I enjoy the most. I would like to open pregnancy one-shots/imagine requests. If anyone is interested that is.

I would like to stick to the Bill and Ted franchise as well as their actors Keanu Reeves and Alex Winter, but I am open to other topics as well. Just ask me. If you would like an imagine, just fill out this bit of info please. :)

Name (you can use a fake one if you want to )

Looks:

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Plot summery: (If you want anything very specific please let me know but if you give me just a bit of an idea, I use that as an excuse to be as creative as I can. That being said, I try my hardest to write something the requester is going to love so the more info the better :) )

Likes:

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Love Interest:

Lemon, Lime or skip that part:

Baby(s):

Baby name(s):

I'll write about teen pregnancy and adulthood pregnancy as well just not incest. I do write 18+ if you would like that just please let me know so I can add a disclaimer.

Thanks for taking the time to read this everyone and take care! Be excellent to each other!

-Deidra

#my post #my writing #ted logan x reader #bill preston x reader #keanu x reader #keanu reeves x reader #alex x reader #alex winter x reader #fic reuests #pregnancy #pregnancy fics

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n0tasaint · 1 year

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I really wanna start writing! I’m so worried I’ll be bad at it though. I’m nervous honestly, last time I wrote anything I was like 13 and on Wattpad. If anyone has advice please let me have it! I will take any. 💗

#eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #keanu reeves #keanu x reader #billy hargrove smut #fp jones smut #loki smut plus size reader #stu macher smut #scream #ghostface #writing #stranger things

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keanusmoonbeam · 1 year

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THE WHOLE WORLD STOPPED

#keanu reeves #keanu gif #keanu fan #keanu imagine #keanuquotes #john wick #arch motorcycle #john wick fanfic #keanu x reader #keanucharlesreeves #jimmy fallon #puppies #brzrkr #john wick chapter 4

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verseriesespanollatino · 11 months

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Keanu siempre lo hace todo bien. Por eso no olvides que puedes ver John Wick 4 en el siguiente enlace 👉🏼 https://verseriesespañollatino.online/movies/john-wick-4/

#keanu reeves #keanu fan #sad keanu #keanu meme #i love keanu #keanu gif #keanu x reader #john wick #peliculas #hbo max

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rosevette · 2 months

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I NEED A FANFIC WITH THEM, PLEASE. John and Marquis? Good cop bad cop? Or maybe they’re both bad cops…three way? Spoiled!reader? Guys please im dying out here.

#keanu reeves #keanu x reader #ros3cherie #john wick #John wick 4 #marquis de gramont #john wick x reader #please guys #IM BEGGING #john wick fanfic #John wick imagines #bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard x reader #bill skarsgard fanfiction #old money #aesthetic

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velvainee · 13 days

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✦ ⎯⎯ ㅤִㅤ ୭ 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ( john constantine x reader )

ᨳ ꒰ précis ꒱. You’re powerful witch who finds herself locked away in a secret facility, your powers restrained. John Constantine is tasked with watching over you, but your interactions quickly escalate into a dangerous game of desire and manipulation. 1.6k words

୨ৎ warnings. gagging, blowjob, dark themes, language, manipulation, beat taming, bratty reader, hate to love.

𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, thanks for everyone likes/reblogs/comments on my last fic ! glad to know im doing okay for my first blog, hope you enjoy this oneee 🤍

IN THE DARK CONFINES OF YOUR PRISON, the air hung heavy with tension as Constantine sauntered in, his gaze cold and calculating. You glared at him, your defiance simmering beneath the surface as he lit his cigarette with practiced ease.

“So, still causing trouble, are we?” he sneered, the smoke curling around his lips like a serpent ready to strike.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you leaned back against the cold metal of your cage.

You knew the figure, the both of you shared history. Was it something positive? No. Unforgettable? Yes, sadly.

“You’re not one to talk, Constantine. What brings you down to my little corner of hell?”

A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes as he took a step closer, the scent of smoke and whiskey mingling with the heady aroma of magic that permeated the air.

“I’m here to make sure you behave yourself, love. Can’t have you running amok and causing chaos now, can we?”

You bristled at his condescending tone, your hands curling into fists as you fought the urge to lash out.

“Who appointed you my bloody babysitter? Last time I checked, I don’t answer to anyone.”

Constantine chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

“Oh, you’ll answer to me, sweetheart. Whether you like it or not.”

He stepped towards a chair and straddled it, his gaze never leaving yours as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.

“Now, let’s get one thing straight. I’m in charge here, and you will do as I say. Understand?”

You bristled at his arrogance, but something in his tone sent a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

“I swear to god when I’m out of this cage you won’t be smiling anymore,” You hissed. “So no, I won’t be doing as you say,”

A wicked grin spread across Constantine’s lips as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin.

“Trust me, love, you won’t like the consequences.”

You swallowed hard, the air crackling with tension as you met his gaze head-on.

“Try me, Constantine. I dare you.”

In the tense silence that followed, the air hung heavy with anticipation, each breath a struggle against the suffocating weight of desire and defiance.

Constantine’s eyes bore into yours, a challenge laid bare in their steely depths as he savored the delicious tension that crackled between you.

But you refused to back down, your resolve like iron as you held his gaze, daring him to make the first move.

And oh, how he relished in the challenge, the thrill of the hunt coursing through his veins like a drug.

With a low growl, he closed the distance between you, his presence looming over you like a dark shadow.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, love,” he warned, his voice a low, seductive purr that sent shivers down your spine.

“I can’t believe they had to put you in a secluded prison like this,” he mocked, a slight smile in the corner of his lips as he leaned away, lighting up a cigar.

“You’re still a little baby—sure you’re like, 380 years old or something, but ain’t that barely an adult for a witch?” He’d snark.

"Oh, spare me the sanctimonious crap, Constantine," you retorted, rolling your eyes with exaggerated disdain.

"You act like you're some kind of hero, but we both know you're just a washed-up has-been with a superiority complex. And for the record, I may be centuries old, but I've got more power in my pinky finger than you'll ever have in your entire miserable existence. So don't you dare patronize me with your petty insults and pathetic attempts at wit,”

Constantine chuckled softly, not amused by how bratty and defiant you were from a few simple jokes he had spoke. He sat there, shaking his head.

“Now, either help me bust out of this hellhole or get the hell out of my sight. Your choice, 'babysitter.'" You’d add.

Constantine's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he took a long drag from his cigar, the smoke swirling lazily around him like a cloak of shadows.

"Touchy, aren't we?" he chuckled, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other with casual arrogance.

"But hey, if you're so eager to prove yourself, by all means, sweetheart," he continued, his voice laced with mockery as he gestured towards the reinforced walls of your prison cell.

"Want me to help you break free from those chains and wreak havoc like the big bad witch you think you are?”

He sighed, pondering his decision.

"But just remember, love," he added, his tone turning serious for a moment as he fixed you with a piercing gaze.

"I’d need something in return."

And with that, he leaned back in his chair, the smirk never leaving his lips as he awaited your next move, knowing full well that this game was far from over.

He unlocked the bars of the cell, closing it behind him as he shuffled the keys to undo your handcuffs, the metal now clanking in the ground as your wrists feel free once more.

Constantine clicked his tongue, gently pressing his hand against your shoulder before you started to stand up.

“You owe me,” He reminded you, your eyes flickering up to meet his brown eyed gaze.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Constantine’s demand, wondering if he was serious about this whole debt thing.

“Seriously? Whatever, do you want me to be your sex slave or something?” you quipped, a hint of sarcasm lacing your words as a small chuckle escaped your lips.

Constantine remained silent, his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. One corner of his lips lifted into a light smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Narrowing your eyebrows, you suddenly realized that your flippant remark might have hit closer to the mark than you intended.

“It’s nothing big,” Constantine purred, his voice low and seductive. “There’s this motel we can stop by—I just want to see if that bratty mouth can do more than just argue.”

The car ride to the motel was shrouded in darkness, the only illumination coming from the dim glow of the dashboard lights and the occasional flicker of street lamps as they passed by.

The night air was heavy with anticipation, the tension between you and Constantine palpable as you made your way through the deserted streets.

The dingy motel loomed ahead, its neon sign flickering ominously in the darkness. As Constantine pulled into the parking lot, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease wash over you.

With a click of the door, Constantine stepped out of the car, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Come on, love,” he muttered, his voice low and commanding. “Lets put you to good use,”

Heart pounding in your chest, you followed him into the motel room, the air thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne.

The room was small and cramped, the bed unmade and the curtains drawn tightly shut against the outside world.

Without a word, Constantine closed the door behind you, his eyes burning with a hunger that sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins.

“On your knees,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire as he gestured towards the bed.

Trembling with anticipation, you sank to your knees before him, your pulse racing as you met his gaze head-on.

“I fucking hate you,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath as you reached for the zipper of his pants.

With a low growl, Constantine pushed you back onto the bed, his hands gripping your hair as he guided your head towards his throbbing length.

Your tongue slid against the tip, tasting the salty precum that leaked out of the nub.

“That’s it, love,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as you took him into your mouth, eager to please him in every way possible.

As you surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of his movements, you couldn’t help but moan around him, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through his veins.

“That’s right,” he growled, his grip tightening on your hair as he drove himself deeper into your mouth.

As he moved back and forth, his cock continued to hit the back of your throat, each thrust pushing you to the brink of gagging.

With each response, you only whimpered, your eyes locking onto his with a mix of submission and desire. They glowed a bright red, a telltale sign of a flustered witch overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

“Oh, do you like this?” he mocked, his smirk widening as he increased the pace, his cock sliding between your small, plump lips.

“And here I thought you hated me,” he’d add. A strand of your dress slipped off your shoulder, exposing more of your skin to his hungry gaze.

“I bet this witch would like more than one hole filled,” he laughed, the sound mingling with your muffled moans as he drove himself deeper into your mouth.

His words sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, your body trembling with desire for more.

“I’m close, baby—stay like that for me,” he huffed, his movements becoming more urgent as he neared the edge of ecstasy.

The sight of you, on your knees before him, your mouth stretched around his twitching cock, was enough to push him over the edge.

And as he reached the peak of pleasure, spilling himself into your eager mouth, you couldn’t help but revel in the intoxicating sensation of him filling you completely.

He leaned back, watching as his hot seed filled your entire mouth, an amused smirk now on his lips.

“You know, you’re really pretty like this.”

♡ 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑

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gxbbyhoneybadger · 1 year

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The Jade Viper

Pairing: John Wick x !F!Reader

Summary: A deadly ninja assassin was eliminating countless of targets all over the West Coast then Los Angeles, Las Vegas, Japan, China and now last heard of in Tokyo. John Wick was given the task to hunt down the Ninja who went by the name of the Jade Viper, not knowing that he was it's next target to strike. But he soon is rewarded when he decides to spare the assassin's life, never thinking he'd find someone so capable of brutality, attacks, relentlessness, and. . . emotions like her.

Warnings: violence, adult language, dog fights and attacks, guns, mentions of blood, suggestive adult themes, sexual tension if you squint, death threats.

Minors DNI 🔞 below the cut

Nothing was known of the Green Snake, the emerald eyed killer, the Jade Viper. It had many names, many myths and legends about it's skills and combat. John has heard of many things from this assassin, but he's never seen him once.

He was preparing to pack very few things before his leave to Tokyo to hunt down the Viper, he approached his door after exiting his car. But he heard a glass break within his home, he instantly grabbed his gun and slowly snuck his way towards the area, quietly heading into the dark room.

It was late at night and the lights were shut off, he flipped the lights on and saw a broken glass cup on the counter. He held up his gun and slowly walked while scouting the room. He then faltered when he saw an elegant woman sitting on the couch, her legs crossed and a glass cup in her delicate hand as she tipped the alcohol beverage towards her luscious lips. She was wearing a white shower robe, showing off her fresh cleaned legs and thigh while her wet hair rested on her shoulder.

She lowered the glass and gulped the liquid down, letting a small hum flow from her vocals. "It's been so long since I've tasted this. . . Reminds me of my youthful days back with my siblings." Her voice said.

"Who are you? Why're you here?. . . And why are you wearing my robe?" He questioned her, still not lowering his gun from her. A sigh left her lips as she placed the drink on the table while standing up.

"I think you know, John. You've heard about me. The one that cannot be seen. The one who hides within the shadows. Plenty of nicknames, although I'm quite fond of the Viper one. . ." She replied—straying closer towards him, clenched his gun while staring at her face. Showing that he'd shoot her if she tried anything if she dared move any closer. "John, put the gun down." She said. John ignored her order and added a bit more pressure on the trigger, but it did nothing to phase her.

She sighed and flipped her hair back over her shoulder. "John. . . John, John, John. . . You just don't listen. If I were you, I'd just toss the gun and accept the inevitable fate. It's not everyday that I use someone's own shower to rinse off the blood of my enemies, and quite honestly, I don't want to ruin this robe of yours with your own blood. I find it quite comfortable to wear, I might just keep it." A seductive grin pulled at the corner of her lips while her eyes were trained on his.

John could see the scars riddled across her collarbone, and even a glimpse of more on her left thigh that was revealed by the loose robe. "I suppose you are used to fighting. . . I'm interested in your skills, perhaps I'll use them to remember you by." She added—suddenly, quicker than a blink of an eye, she raised her left foot and side kicked the gun out of his hands.

He didn't react fast enough; he was slammed against the wall by her arm pressing up against his throat. But she just held him there as her thigh unintentionally pressed in between his own. "Hm, I don't think I should fight in a shower robe, a bit unprofessional, don't you think?" She asked him with a glimmer in her eyes.

"Am I supposed to say yes?" John choked out with the pressure of her arm against his windpipe. She chuckled before letting him breathe—stepping away as she turned towards the stairway. "I'll be down in less than a minute." She said while ascending the steps.

John reached for his gun again before, "No guns, John." Her voice chimed in from the upper floor. But he didn't listen to her words and picked it up anyway, it was already cocked as he aimed it at the stairway. Finger on the trigger and ready to fire once she showed herself. He heard shuffling and a small foreign lullaby she hummed to herself, but that all went silent after a few more seconds.

"You really don't like to listen, don't you?" She whispered in his ear from behind him; he almost jumped out of his body before feeling a cold blade at his throat. She somehow miraculously snuck around and appeared behind him with a dagger at his neck. And he didn't even hear her, or sense her for that matter.

"John, is there any final words you'd want to say?" She wondered aloud. John lowered his gun—she took it out of his hands and tossed it towards the couch. Her warm breath on the back of his neck, blowing through his raven locks as she waited. "There's one thing that you should know." He muttered.

"And what's that?"

"I have a dog." A sudden bark was heard from her side as a pitbull charged at her, John grabbed her wrist and disarmed her knife as the dog leapt at her. Before another dog leapt out from the open window, her own dog, named Bones, attacked his pitbull, named Bubba.

The pitbull was against a German shepherd, while John was against the Jade Viper. John blocked her punch then her elbow hit; John was taken back by the attack, he retaliated by blocking a kick by her right leg. He grabbed her calf and attempted to grab her neck—which backfired when she punched his throat and rammed her knee into his chest. John stumbled back from the harsh hit, ducking in time to dodge her punch which hit the wall—she wound up punching a hole into the wall instead of him.

She reeled in her right leg and back kicked his stomach when he charged at her from behind. She turned and ran at him, using his knee to jump on with her left foot and push upwards—drawing her right knee up and into his chin; He managed to foil her plans and fall backwards and miss the strike, she landed on the ground and a frustrated sigh escaped her. "You are good, for now." She huffed.

John looked at his gun before she kicked it away, clicking her tongue as she slowly shook her head, "No guns, John. Just hand to hand." He stood as he heard the dogs barking and snarling, both canines beginning to shift their attention towards their respective owners.

John, this time punched at her, she avoided his hits and grabbed his wrist—this time running and jumping off the wall to wrap her legs around his shoulders. Making the two fall onto the ground as her legs began to constrict around his throat as she pulled his arm. Coiling around like a snake does it's prey. John reached out for the dagger on the floor, but gave up when he was beginning to feel faint.

He fought to remove her legs, but she didn't give in. Before Bubba snatched at her hand. She retaliated by lifting her leg and kicking the dog in the head—John snapped and grabbed her arm. Pulling her close to his chest as he wrapped his arm around her throat; Bones jumped onto Bubba and tackled him into the living room.

John managed to stand as he continued to choke her—she didn't panic, instead she reached behind his head before throwing her body down and pulling him over her shoulder and back on the ground. She quickly went to straddle him but grunted when she realized that he had cuffed her hand onto a rail; he punched her side and she kicked at his chest—she jumped and snapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer and so he couldn't move. But he got ahold of his gun and shoved it below her jaw—she paused as he stared at her.

The dogs went silent, and so did their scuffling. She let her head gently lean on the wall as she watched him, letting her free hand fall to her side and off his neck. "You. . . actually beat me. . . You've won. . ." She said, ". . . Make me suffer. . ." She muttered while closing her eyes.

John understood what she had meant, she wanted him to take his time to end her. Make her suffer a painful and slow death. He knew she was deadly, just from her sneaking around his house faster than he could, from her sudden kicks and hits, her different and foreign techniques of combat. But he didn't understand why she gave up now.

She opened her eyes when she felt him remove his gun from her—instead leaning against the opposite side of the wall and sliding down to sit. She watched him as he sighed, "Why didn't you kill me?"

John closed his eyes and slowly shook his head, "I was supposed to. . . But I don't want to." Her eyes widened at his answer, she stood up straight.

"You're. . . sparing my life? Even after you've won?" She inquired with shock. John opened his eyes to look at her face, he could read the glimmer of regret in her eyes as she waited.

"Yes, even if you might kill me in my sleep."

"No! . . . No, no. . . You. . . You spared my life, and for that, I am forever in your debt. It's my clan's tradition to whomever manages to overcome our strengths and still have the courage to spare us another day. . . You can see how rare that is." She muttered; she called her dog to her side.

The two dogs came shuffling out from the living room, both carrying a dog rope in both their mouths. They were playing tug of war the entire time. Barely any injuries on either of them; she looked at John and bowed her head. "I've never met an opponent who managed to outsmart my ways, or have the decency to spare me, Mr. Wick." She said.

John didn't believe this was happening, at first it was clear she was prepared and dedicated to slit his throat open. But now she was bowing her head in submission and pledging her loyalty to him. "Even when I was after your head, you still decide to let me live. Thank you."

"Why are you saying this?" He questioned. She lifted her head and looked at him, he saw her entire demeanor shift from cocky and seductive, to sincere and genuine.

"Because it was how I was raised, a strict code of honor. If one chooses to spare your life, you must live protecting his life. Many of my brothers and sisters were killed by our Grandmaster, or their enemies who did not spare them a chance of redemption. I am one of very few left, and one of the rarest ones to serve such a respectable warrior as yourself, John Wick. Whatever you say, I shall do in honor of my code and your life. I'll be your shield and your sword whenever you need it. I owe you my life." She said.

John looked at Bubba then her dog. "Why were you killing all those people?" He asked her. She closed her eyes and craned her neck to rest against the wall.

"Because it was all I could ever do. . . I only went after those I saw as a threat, you were one of them. . . But now, I see it differently. You're dangerous, yes. A threat, yes, but. . . You have a strong heart, different than others. . . Now, I must do whatever I can to keep you safe." She added, "Even if it means dying for your honor."

Her eyes opened when he stood to pet his dog. He looked at her and said, "What's your name?" She grinned and glanced at the floor.

"My name is Y/n." Y/n said.

"Where do you live?"

"Nowhere. . ."

John looked at his staircase before back at her. "I guess you already got comfortable, taking a shower, my robe, drinks, and all. You can reside here."

A smile grew on her lips, "The closer I am to you, the better I can keep you safe." She said. She then removed her hand from the unlocked cuff, John's eyes widened at the moment. ". . . I can pick locks too. That's how I got in here."

John grinned as he brushed his hair back, "I think you're going to be a great roommate."

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— badass • Tommy Warneki

Hey I have a request about the pairing Tommy x reader from the movie Flying it set after the ending of the movie Y/n, Tommy, his friend Leo, Robin and her friend Carly are at the cafeteria mind their own business but the Leah Stacy and Leah's boyfriend Mark entered in the cafeteria and Leah and Stacy started teasing Tomm and Y/n relationship but Y/n stand against them and this gave the strength to Mark to dump his girlfriend request by @geacola96

pairing: Tommy Warneki x reader

summary: the req.

warning: language.

"She kept on complaining why her engine wasn't starting when she hadn't even put her keys in ignition! Can you believe it?" The table roared with laughter once again as y/n told her friends the first time Robin, her bestfriend rode her bike for the first time

"She be dumb sometimes," Carly added, giggling.

Robin looked offended and threw a piece of bread at her bestfriends. "C'mon. Change the topic! Enough of humiliating me," she said, giggling herself.

The laughter died down, the gang now engaged in normal conversation with each other.

"Look, the idiots are back in town."

An all too familiar voice of Leah spoke, making the five sigh irritatedly.

Y/n was the one to voice their disgust against her. "Don't you have anything else to do? Don't you see there are other people in the school to bother? Why do you always have to come after us?" Y/n said through gritted teeth, her face red with anger.

Stacy smirked. "but none of them are as fun as you!"

Y/n was getting more and more infuriated by every passing second. She got up form her seat and stood before Stacy, her face inches away from her and her hand clenched tight.

Timmy saw his girlfriend loosing control and immediately held onto her other hand to calm her. "Y/n please, they're not worth it really," he tried to reason her to stop her from causing a scene. He knew how angry y/n can get.

Y/n breathed in deeply, closing her eyes to regain her composer again. "That's right. Listen to your little boyfriend. At least he knows not to mess with us."

Y/n kept quite. The rest sighed knowing nothing ever will make the two stop bothering them. "Leah, that's enough let's go," Mark, Leah's boyfriend said, trying to pull her away but Leah stood there, unmoving.

"No one really wants to be even near you, you know that, Leah?" Y/n turned around back to her seat.

"Oh but I remember you dying to be my friend in sophmore year. Honestly that you was way better than this you."

"I only ever talked to you because your mom is my mom's bestfriend. I didn't wanted my mom to think that you and I don't get along well like she and your mom. That was before I met my real friends. Hell, even your boyfriend doesn't want to be with you."

The cafeteria was as quite as a library. All hearing in the conversation.

Leah looked at Mark wanting his denial. "Tell me she's lying, Mark!"

But Mark spoke not even a word. Y/n chuckled humourlessly. "Go on ask him again. He told me that himself."

Carly, Robin, Tommy and even Leo looked surprised at their bestfriend's boldness.

"Mark!"

"Yes! She's right. I don't even know why I'm with you. I liked Robin," the entire cafeteria gasped including Robin. "That's it. I'm dumping your fake ass!" He spit in her face, moving to stand beside Robin's table, leaving Leah and Stacy standing there like idiots.

After what Mark had said sinked in, Stacy grabbed her friend by the shoulder and began to walk away.

"Wait!" It was Y/n. "I have a debt to repay."

She grabbed her can of coke and threw it at Leah's face. "That was for Robin.Now it's equal," she smirked in triumph.

Leah gasped, wiping her wet face. She turned around and ran away, Stacy chasing behind her.

Mark stood there awkwardly m, shifting his weight from side to side.

"Go on. Sit next to your crush," y/n giggled, making space for Mark to sit beside Robin, she herself sitting beside her boyfriend.

Carly and Leo smirked, forwarding their hand to greet Mark. "Welcome to the gang, Mark."

The lunch resumed, students talked about what happed just merely minutes before. Mark seemed to get along well with all the friends.

Tommy put his hand around Y/n's shoulder and whispered in her ear. "I didn't know my girlfriend is such a badass, eh, y/n?"

Y/n smirked. "There's alot of things you don't know about me, Warneki," she winked at him causing Tommy to blush tomato red.

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