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marsdontbesade · 2 months

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𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁 ₁

𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑘𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠:

ted logan —

type of guy:

sweet lovey-dovey dork, this himbo will be all over the place

as soon as bill mentions valentines day, all the hairs on his body just stand

the thought of him being so lovey cringes him out but he's just can't remove the obsession with you.

he's so tooth-rottenly cute, when you're around him, he just don't know what to do with himself. you approaching him is like him seeing an alien. either runs away or just freezes and breaks a sweat when you talk to him.

you’re his brainrot and ted's just sadistically a victim to it, completely wrapped around your fingers

musters up the courage and makes it his objective to make the most excellent v-day ever

creating planning boards in his room, preparation talks with Bill, lowkey stalking you at school

saves up every penny in his piggy bank, not wasting a single dollar

reads up on things on what girls would like

love language is quality time and words of affirmation

valentines plans:

excellent adventure ted— you first spend the day on an afternoon at an arcade; you and ted wearing casual formal outfits (ted in his tuxedo and converses, you in a dress and sneakers), playing on all of the arcade machines, giggling, screaming and laughing and goofing around.

he then takes you to his favourite spot by the Circle K, chilling down on the pavement. playing some UNO/tells you his wild adventure stories/jamming out to punk & pop rock on his speaker, sitting and eating slushies and a hot dog

after the arcade, he takes you to a diner, ordering a classic American meal (two burgers, fries, onion rings, two milkshakes with the extra cream & a cherry-on-top)

finishes the date with a trip back to Bill's, awaiting a heartwarming surprise (aka the anticipated secret)

he cutely takes your hand and sits you down on a chair, closing your eyes whilst you wait. 5 minutes later, you take them off at his command, waterworks immediately start to run as you look at the sight infront of you.

ted, with his guitar, announces his special song for you.

hands begin to strum on the guitar, puppy loving eyes gazing into yours, heartfully. ted serenades you with a sweet melody, accompanied by his surprisingly sweet voice

in the garage that's decorated in cutesy heart decor; red and pink balloons and banners all over the place, you feel as if you're in a safe haven, enchanted away here by your adorable, innocent boyfriend

mid performance, ted brings you up to the stage, twirling you around and then dancing with you. his big BFG self towers over you, slowly rocks your body and embraces you tight with his bulky arms. leaning in his head, ted finally caresses your face and kisses you— signing off the most excellent Valentines day ever. . .

bogus journey ted— either takes you to the movies or rents a movie at the local blockbuster, so he can watch with you in his apartment

for the outing, he takes you to the movies to watch a cheap chick flick he thinks you'd like; popcorn, nachos and a big shake

at home, he puts on a sci-fi movie, both stuffing down on a large pepperoni pizza, watching contently

afterwards, you kick back and relax for a long smoke sesh, getting high on some good weed whilst he puts an arm around you, nestling and cuddling with you close

he'll definitely brings out a guitar and sing to you, smoking a spliff that still rests between his lips (typical lightskin moment)

one way or another in ol' netflix and chill fashion, the night ends with ted loving on your body— giving you the most ultimate rocker boy finale his bodacious girl needs . . .

face the music ted— buys two VIP tickets, for the both of you, to a summer rock festival across state; booking an all-inclusive hotel nearby so you and him can rest in with convenience (away from the kids)

packs all the necessities— snacks, water, a pack of beer, foldable chairs, portable fans, sunscreen, a pair of sunglasses, and a charging bank

you both get to the airport, getting on a plane and travelling off into the concert place

arriving at the hotel; you unlock and enter your room— spacious king-sized double bed, tv, automated bathroom and a great view outside the window. the hotel has an all-you-can-buffet that you never forget to not miss

following the next day, you dress up for the concert; you wear a house of sunny 'lemons on a plate' dress with yellow sandals, and ted wears a white t shirt and cargo shorts, styling up with sandals and a hat

for the whole three days, you and ted rock out to live iconic rock music. screaming, jumping, and partying; dancing like you never you could

golden retriever ted watches out for you; handing you snacks, cleaning after you, supplying water, emergency hugs, cheering you up

breaks into a chuckle and laughs when he catches your boomer self taking videos and pictures, uploading them onto facebook and instagram ('me and hubby @/tedtheologan rocking out at the _____ festival! party on, dudes ! 😎🤩😀😍😆❤️👩‍❤️‍👨💍⚡️🤘🤙🎫🏴‍☠️🎸❤ #____festival #summer #sunny #fun #mostexcellent #smiley #happy #happyvalentinesday #rockfestival #yolo #youngforever #foreveryoung #tb #throwback #80s #1988 #2024 #thenvsnow #wyldstallyns #mosttriumphant #rockmusic #date #valentines #couple #airguitar #happy36thyearanniversary')

last night of the festival ends with a colourful night show, fireworks lighting up and crackling the night sky. under the bright lights, ted takes your hand and holds them. warm, tall body pressed against yours, he gazes down on you with such love. gently caresses your face, hazel orbs boring into yours, rubbing the small of your back soothingly. he closes in and kisses you on the lips, passionately making out with you

the fireworks continuously keep lighting up in the background, looking like a happy ending straight out of a movie.

type of gifts:

handmade stuff: arts and craft/DIY cards with cute stickers, colourful glitter, ribbons and drawings (imagine him getting glue all over his fingers and hands, big 6'1 self hunched over his little creations uwu)— gifts you a teddy bear and says something along the lines of: "babe, i got you this teddy bear, even though i'm, like, totally your teddy bear... and my name is Ted!", some candies, 'girly stuff' like makeup, "..because you're a babe and all..", a handwritten song personally made for you (with the help of wingman Bill), tulips and roses he got from his England expedition, an antique necklace he got from his Greece expedition, heart-shaped chocolates, some tapes and vinyls of your favourite music

john constantine —

type of guy:

typically indifferent

depressingly and callously cynical

not the one to be celebrating stuff like that, but he'll do what it takes to make you happy

he knows it's still worth it, just as long as it's with you

love language is gift giving and physical touch

valentines plans:

literally remembers ON the day, springing up from bed and bolting outside. goes to like 30 different stores, searching for the best presents he can find

runs back home with last minute stuff before the sunset. doorbell suddenly rings and john opens up, smiling as he sees the love of his life, you all prettied up in a cherry red dress, heels and matte makeup (something is bulging...)

you and john get in the car and he drives you out to a late night dinner, only to be met with disappointment when the restaurant he spoke to earlier informs him that the reservations are all booked up

sighing in devastation, john bows his head and shakes disapprovingly. he looks up to give you a weak smile and rubs your back reassuringly, gesturing you to head back inside the car. the both of you drive back to his, decidedly opting for some Chinese

you both head back to his, decidedly opting on some Chinese

john resumes back to finishing the set up of the living room; red candles and roses on the coffee table

impromptu date begins: candle lit dinner in front of the tv, you both drink some wine and eat some takeout, watching a random movie

finishing up, you doze off asleep, snoring on his lap

john still watches the tv, glancing down on you every 5 minutes. he wraps a warm cloth around you, resting a hand on your back. the urge of him to kiss you is burning him alive but he remains neutral.

he's upset that the day has been ruined, the one thing that he could've gotten right all slipped and fell out of his fingers. his callous self for once actually cares about something, something he originally thought was 'insignificant', something he wished it could've gone more better

even though the day didn't go out as planned, you've insisted that it's not too bad—grateful for the date overall. it's small and disorganised, but as least it's something, , as least it all ended with him

types of gifts:

silver antique jewellery, a card, giant teddy bear, a box of chocolates, and roses

john wick —

type of guy:

DILF, DILF, DILF

valentines day with baba yaga?!

already got the whole day planned and sketched out, back-to-back

john's fat wallet's will treat you well

always 'knows a guy', so you know your ass is about to be showered to filth

the wholesome family man side of him will be coming out, abandoning the stoic, brutally cold assassin behind

no more john wick— now it is jardani jovonovich

love language is gift giving, acts of service and physical touch

valentines plans:

he would start the morning with cooking you a nice sunny side up and toast, a side of maple pancakes and coffee. whilst you eat, he calls up a spa centre and gets you booked in at a lavish clinic, ordering some men to take you there privately. he asks you to call up your friends, inviting them to the spa day as well. gives you his card and some change just in case. once you leave, he cleans up your plate and cleans up the house, decorating and preparing whilst you're gone.

a full day later with hanging out with your girls, you return back home, deeply relaxed from the tantalising spa treatment. opening up, the house is completely dark and quiet, only seeing rose petals leading off to somewhere. walking along the rose covered path, you follow it and halt at the dining room. right there at the table, sits your husband of 5 years, warm smile on his face; white polo shirt and jeans. he gets up to greet you, kissing you on the lips and forehead

john's whipped up a classic candle lit dinner, steak and baked potatoes with a glass of wine. after a nice hearty meal, he takes you upstairs via the rose-petal lane, leading you to the bathroom. you're welcomed to a bubbling hot bathtub; two glasses of champagne, face masks, scented candles, and a charcuterie board sitting on the bath rack. you two hop in and relax in the tub, slippery naked bodies against each other. you watch a drama series on his laptop, silently staring at the screen

one blink later and you're in bed with john. big hands clasping on your small waist, bearded kisses and pecks littering on your stomach, muscular strong body dominating over yours, stocky fingers slipping to unholy places; john ends the day with pleasuring you for the night, showing you what no other man but him can give.

types of gifts:

surprise trips, full package spa treatments, his card for shopping trips, makeup, perfume, high end clothes, expensive wine, a bouquet of flowers, chocolate, a small teddy bear, menstruation stuff (pads, tampons, pills, hot water bottle pouch, snacks, his masseuse expertise, baby— this man loves you), anything you want, name a price, john will be your man

thomas anderson (neo) —

type of guy:

similar to constantine but more open-minded in his indifference

either forgot or is pretty clueless on what to do

casually flips through calender and scares himself shocked as he realise the date is tomorrow

goes on a forum to ask for help: "@/cyberspacecatontheweb: any suggestions for valentines day ?? I (37M) and a girlfriend (34F) are going out on a date and I don't know what to do. sm1 help a guy out thx"

goes on the internet and researches on ideas

eventually gives up and just scraps the ideas, goes with the flow

love language is quality time and physical touch

valentines plans:

thomas wakes up early and gets changed; black shirt and suit on. you arriving to the 101 apartment, he takes you out to a Chinese restaurant downtown. orders quite a lot of food— dumplings, stir fry, sweet and sour chicken, rice, hot pot, and bbq ribs. he pays the bill and you two leave, walking out to window shop.

later in the evening, thomas takes you up to a rooftop, sitting down and watching the city below. he hesitates, but then opts to spontaneously show you 'something cool'. gets out a tech device and presses a button, opening up a cybernetic portal. jumps inside and pulls you with him. you both teleport to a white void, confused and scared as fuck. thomas reassures you and shows you some of his latest tricks like emerging buildings and cities out of nowhere, binary codes that pop up and creates a giant ass dog that almost eats you, floating and flying through a cyberspace wormhole. for the last bit, he gently grabs your hand and shows you the last thing he promised: binary codes formulate and change, syncing up together and creating a love heart. thomas presses another button and the heart opens up, revealing a cybernetically generated portrait of you and him, written underneath 'happy valentines day xoxo'. his hands move to your waist and he slowly kisses you, simultaneously taking you back to the real world.

types of gifts:

digitally-made things: flowers, teddy bear, heart, a picture of you. makes a hologram gadget that does origami, a scented candle he remembers you like, cool tech glasses, paired with some gloves, that's installed with a program that allows you to do things- holographic games and worlds all built into these spectacles (norman jayden from heavy rain reference)

jonathan harker —

type of guy:

mr darcy-coded

valentines day with him would be a fairytale, straight out of a book

sensitive, kind, chivalrous, charming, courteous, and hardworking, your princelike husband who will always know how to woo you to your knees

planned everything in his sanctuary, ready to show you how he can treat you well

love language is gift giving, acts of service and quality time

valentines plans:

you wake up to a traditional english breakfast-in-bed; hot tea, coffee, porridge, bread, and eggs, served by maids. then you're being dressed up for the day, maids helping you out into your modest and elegant attire, fixing your hair, doing your makeup, and dusting you down. jonathan escorts you onto to the carriage, heading off first to a picnic at an expansive, spacious garden. The place is embroidered with pretty plants and flowers, fresh fragrance of pollen filling your nose. you and jonathan settle on the grass, laying a blanket. you enjoy some tea, crumpets, scones, and sandwiches, admiring the floral nature. jonathan dotes you inbetween small talk, complimenting your look frequently. for some short time, you both get up and walk around, appreciating the afternoon. after the picnic, he hires a photographer to have your picture taken. you sit on a chair as jonathan stands behind you, posing for the camera.

shortly comes the evening and it's time for the special occasion. you both get onto the carriage again, heading off to a restaurant. the restaurant is filled to the brim of posh people alike, halls decked with chandeliers and embellished with statues and paintings. the pair of you enjoy the night, relishing and dinning happily. jonathan brings you back home, taking you to the bedroom to surprise you with a bundle of flowers and a toy bear. he kisses you softly and gracefully on the head, reminding you of his love. you both tuck into bed and lay down for the night, sleeping peacefully into each other's arms.

type of gifts:

a basket full of roses, lilies, orchids and carnations. handwritten poem, a card enveloped and stamped with a red heart wax seal, chocolates from romania, dainty jewellery, toy bear, fragrance, a trip to paris, tickets to see an opera and a theatre performance, small trinkets, fruits, and a pocketwatch locket.

kevin lomax —

type of guy:

sugar daddy kevinnnnn

toxic but fine husband

will absolutely spoil you rotten, pampering you like a princess

love language is gift giving, physical touch, and acts of service

valentines plans:

first thing in the morning, breakfast's being sent to you at the penthouse. kevin leaves a note on the nightstand: "hey sweetheart, it's me. how was breakfast? it was good, right? i've called in your boss to let him that you're sick, so no need to go to the office. your whole day will be booked: spa treatment, nails, hair, and a private boutique booked so you can try on some new outfits that you'll be choosing for the evening. make sure you wear that lingerie i got you and don't miss any of those appointments. daddy's gonna have fun with you tonight.

love kevin xoxo"

you do as exactly he says, rushing up & down, excitedly getting changed. a black limo takes you to and back of all destinations, attending all your scheduled appointments. at the boutique, a blonde clerk waits for you, standing by a row of clothing racks with designer clothes hanged and heels below to select from. after carefully selecting, you choose a snug black dress and heels, fully dolled up for the occasion. a makeup artist quickly does your makeup, just in the nick of time kevin arrives, black waist coat and suit & tie. you exit the building to find him standing by the car. his eyes wonder around and check you out, hypnotised by your beauty. linking arm to arm, you two are driven to the wall street restaurant. the place is luxurious; interior design opulent and rich. kevin grabs a seat at the vip section, inviting some of his fellow law firm coworkers along. you cheers to a good night and dig in to the fine dining, enjoying the night. almost midnight, you and kevin return back home, immediately jumping into the jacuzzi.

you strip out of your clothes and wear the cute swim piece that kevin's bought for you— a black skimpy bikini that hugs all of your curves and cleavage. you sit back and relax with your man, peacefully sipping some champagne and enjoying each other's company. many drinks and pillowtalks later, the night ends with what you exactly expects: sounds of skin slapping and bed shaking; your moans echo throughout the bedroom. kevin's tall body thrusts repeatedly into you, grunting and groaning as he fucks your pussy. lasting with the real pillow princess treatment, kevin worships your body and makes love to you, showing you who you really belong to. . .

types of gifts:

expensive makeup, luxury trips abroad, designer outfits, exclusive spa treatments, sexy lingerie, his black card for those shopping trips, perfume, deluxe jewellery and accessories, a bouquet of roses tied in a bow, heart-box of chocolates, expensive wine and champagne, adult toys (wink wink), a white teddy bear, polaroid photos of you and him

#𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑠𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑒.#ted logan #ted logan x reader #john constantine #constantine 2005 #john constantine x reader #john wick #john wick x reader #neo the matrix #neo x reader #jonathan harker #jonathan harker x reader #kevin lomax #kevin lomax x reader #keanu reeves #valentines day #headcanon #𝑀𝐴𝑅𝑆𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐵𝐸𝑆𝐴𝐷𝐸.

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iovesia · 10 months

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which keanu character(s) do you think would be the horniest🫣 like, highest sex drive, has already fucked you on every surface of the house but still craves for more, masturbates to the thought of you or to your pics while you were away— good god i need to be sedated immediately.

ᯇ KEANU CHARACTERS & HIGHEST SEX DRIVE ⋆ ˚ ༘ *

⊹ fem!reader. smut. mentions of cum. ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭ ✧ hey pookies i've been a little inactive these last two days but i'm back with some headcanons.

ted logan.

he's gotta be number one on this list. poor dude pops a boner just looking at you in your miniskirt or see-through tops.

ted's always so needy for you, and 9/10 times jacks off in the shower when you're not around. his imagination runs wild, thinking of the water trickling down in between your breasts— BRR HIS BRAIN JUST MALFUNCTIONS 😵‍💫😵‍💫

he is so grabby with you: pressing kisses to the back of your neck, and his hands trailing under your shirt.

he's definitely the one with the highest sex drive in this keanuverse.

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kevin lomax.

hear me out,,,, 'cause i honestly think kevin is also a horny bastard.

even canonically, he's so playful and touchy, and when he's not holding you– you can feel him undressing you with his eyes.

high chance you guys have done it all around the apartment.

i'm talking kitchen island, living room floor, dining table, shower, office desk, etc.

kevin's so lovesick and obsessed with you, his sex drive is through the damn roof when he sees you. especially right before an important event or gala, when you show up in your designer dress and covered in expensive jewelry.

he often jokes about having a quickie in the elevator on your way to the gala— and it's often embarrassing that you walk out covered in hickeys or kevin's lips smeared with lipstick

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neo.

LISTENNNN,,, i love my baby neo i hardly ever include him in these

but he rightfully deserves a place here!!

being so busy with the whole "saving-zion" and other tiresome duties that come with being 'the one'— he hardly ever gets to see you... but that doesn't mean he doesn't think about you.

like ted, when he's alone in his room on the nebuchadnezzar... he can't help the blood rushing down his torso, when he pulls out the pretty picture you gave him before he left for his mission.

he grits his teeth, suffocating his moans down his throat as his hands rub up and down his throbbing cock.

the man is alllllll over you the second he returns from a mission LAWDD.

#love letters.#keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves imagine #ted logan x reader #ted logan imagine #kevin lomax x reader #neo anderson x reader #neo x reader #neo the matrix #john wick x reader #*⠀neo.#*⠀ted logan.#*⠀kevin lomax.

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kdjulyyy · 1 month

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keanu reeves in the matrix saga hits different 🐇

#keanu reeves #neo matrix #the matrix #keanu characters #keanuverse #neo the matrix #pls he looks so good #i love keanu

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97keanu · 8 months

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Keanu characters + couples Halloween costumes:

John Wick:

John wants to say he doesn't do costumes. He complains, gently, saying he's too old to dress up anyways, but he can't say no to you in the end. He thinks you're funny when you suggest being a nurse since you're always patching him up all the time, but he also can't deny the image of you being a sexy nurse either. You also joke about him being a literal baba yaga and he finds that less funny. In the end, you two go as something that's actually as far from his work as possible, something simple and cute that ends up leaving John feeling happy he can have a moment of fun. Even if that is just staying in, watching cheesy horror movies, and giving out candy with you.

Kevin Lomax:

Unlike John, Kevin would totally go for the obvious with an angel/demon couples costume. He might even ask to be the angel just to throw people off, not to mention seeing you in a sexy devil's costume (especially if you're typically an innocent!reader) would really turn him on. He also likes to keep the costumes a bit higher class, so what you're wearing is not coming from the corner store or the mall. No, Kevin is buying you louboutin red bottoms to match a skin tight Alexander McQueen red dress. And, well, maybe the devil horns and tail do actually come from the mall...

Neo:

Neo doesn't want to admit how badly he loves dressing up. He likes being able to be someone else from time to time, just to get away from his typically boring on the surface life. He likely is asking you to be in 90s nerdy pop culture cosplay for Halloween, maybe even leaning onto the more goth side of media. He would take inspo from movies like: The Crow, Blade, Underworld, and maybe even end up asking you to be the Sally to his Jack.

Ted Logan:

Ted would love any outfit that he could easily pull off being stoned in. Think Shaggy and Velma (bill might even tag in as Scooby). Another great one you two cook up is Garfield and Hello Kitty, but Ted also adds that, Garfield is also, of course, stoned. There's also a possibility for you two to get into a lot of silly innuendos costumes as well, but with Ted's mind they would likely not make much sense. Possibility for you to convince Ted on a historic costume and getting him to take you back in time for period accurate clothing. Also, don't be surprised if it turns into a thrupple costume with Bill.

Evil!Ted Logan:

He would think couples costumes are stupid at first, and maybe even berate you about it (crybaby!reader watch out!). His mind would change when he sees there's slasher Halloween costumes at the mall, and he decides he and evil!bill can probably get away with more mischief if they're masked. He would probably try to talk you into being either the final girl from a slasher to reenact some fantasies, or ask you to be a sexy ver. of Ghostface or Freddy.

Constantine:

Constantine doesn't do costumes. He will likely not even end up breaking like Wick, and instead is a meanie about the whole thing. He shows up in that damned suit he always wears while you're out here in your cutest sexy girl outfit (think angel, playboy bunny, cat woman) and only ends up feeling bad about the whole thing after you storm off and cry. He apologizes the best he can, and ends up trying to make it up to you by being more social at the party, and telling your friends that he's dressed as "Vincent from Pulp Fiction" or some other character that comes to mind that wears a suit. Next year, you make him promise to actually dress up, and when you two do it's totally cheesy ones he hates but allows for you, such as Joker and Harley Quinn-esque.

Jonathan Harker:

This ones fun because you two are going to a masquerade! You get the most gorgeous gown with all the frills you please, with a gothic touch of course. Jonathan isn't usually one who dresses overboard, but tonight he has dressed to the nines for you! He looks sleek and dark, stunning in an illusive mask that for some reason has you feeling more of his dom side. Jonathan actually ends up really getting into it, and he charms you all night long as if he's almost another man entirely. The beauty of the masqurade conceals and invites freedom to be someone you're typically not, and by the end of it, you can't wait to take him home. He can keep the mask on tonight.

♰ Please send any costumes you think would work for keanuverse characters, I'd love to hear them! Especially anyone I missed ʚ♥︎ɞ

#john wick x reader #neo x reader #kevin lomax x reader #constantine x reader #jonathan harker x reader #ted logan x reader #evil!ted logan x reader #john wick #kevin lomax #ted theodore logan #john constantine #keanu reeves #my writing #my imagines #neo the matrix

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cuddleyhoney · 9 months

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john wick x reader fluff head cannons <3

I thought this would be so cute and lovey-dovey <3

In a world where danger lurked around every corner, your life had taken an unexpected turn the day you crossed paths with the enigmatic and lethal assassin, John Wick. With time, your connection deepened, evolving into something that neither of you could put into words. Amidst the chaos of your respective lives, an unspoken understanding bloomed, and John's actions spoke volumes.

It all began with a small, unassuming package left on your doorstep one crisp morning. Inside, you found a collection of high-end makeup products, each chosen with an attention to detail that only John could manage. A note accompanied the package: "Thought you might like these. – J.W."

Though the gesture surprised you, you couldn't help but smile. John, the relentless killer known to all, had taken the time to choose makeup for you? It was a testament to the complexity of the man behind the legend.

2. Days turned into weeks, and soon enough, John's subtle displays of care became a regular occurrence. One evening, you returned home to find a dress laid out on your bed – an exquisite creation that fits you perfectly. A message was left next to it: "Thought this might suit you. – J.W."

The dress was a masterpiece, and as you slipped into it, you couldn't help but feel a strange connection to John. How had he known your taste so well? The enigma only deepened, and your curiosity grew along with it.

3. Every so often, John would whisk you away to remote locations – secret getaways where the two of you could escape the demands of your respective lives. In these tranquil places, the ruthless assassin was replaced by a tender, caring partner who knew just how to make you smile.

4. One evening, as you sat together on the balcony, overlooking the city's twinkling lights, you turned to John. His eyes met yours, and in that moment, it was as if all the words that had gone unspoken between you were hanging in the air. With a gentle touch, he traced his fingers along your cheek, a silent promise that needed no words. He's a softie, he really is.

5. Late at night, as the world outside slept, the two of you often found yourselves in deep conversations. John shared stories from his past, tales of love and loss, of a life that had been both tragic and triumphant. These were the moments when you realized that he trusted you with his vulnerabilities, and you reciprocated by baring your soul as well.

the end for now...

#john wick au #john wick imagine #john wick x reader #john wick x y/n #keanu reeves #john wick #fanfic #john wick headcanons #john wick fanfic #cute #romantic fanfic #headcannons #headcanon #john wick 4 #point break #john wick chapter 4 #neo the matrix

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urfavouriteg1rl · 7 months

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#pinterest #vintage #90s aesthetic #90s nostalgia #90s #1990s films #1990s cinema #1990s aesthetic #1990s #80s aesthetic #80s #keanu reeves #young keanu #the matrix #neo the matrix

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lovelymortifiedmango · 2 months

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Here is a quick/short drabble to feed you all while I'm finishing requests!!

Please Enjoy!!~ Juicebox♡♡

Sugar Daddy Neo x Fem! Reader

HEAVY NSFW!

❥ Neo would be the kind of Sugar Daddy that is very rewarding. This man wants to pamper you and just get you whatever your sweet heart desires.

❥ You want a new makeup palette? He's already ordered it. The new dress you saw while window shopping; it's laying on the bed for you to wear tonight.

❥ But being this spoiled comes with a price... >:)

❥ If he buys you new heels, you gotta wear a pretty pink vibrator while out at dinner. Neo would adjust the sensation every time you make a sound.. A warning if you cum, he'll take you to the bathroom and fuck your brains out..

❥ "You like them heals I bought ya?" Neo growls against your neck while he bounces you up and down his cock. ~ "Of course.. t-thank you Neo!" You whine against his chest, that soft voice of yours echoing in the stall..

❥ "What did I say hm? You've gotta be quiet for me.. " ~ "S-sorry.. you feel so good.." ~ "I know.."

❥ Then once he's filled you up, he'll plug the vibrator back in and watch you stumble out...

❥Even though when you get home, he will give you a warm bubble bath for being such a good sugar baby..

❥Being a Sugar Daddy can be hard when you're a man like Neo.. he's always busy.. so when he comes home from a troublesome day, he expects his pretty girl to make him feel better!

❥ "Doing so good, darling.. Keep this up and I'll consider buying you a diamond ring.." He moans as his larges hands keep your head pushed down and lips wrapped around his cock.

❥ You mumble something but end up choking, watery eyes looking up at him like a puppy. "That's right princess.. my pretty future wife.." he says as he thrusts a few times and releases down your sore throat..

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generalkenobee · 4 months

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In a world of boys he's a gentleman (Keanu Reeves)

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valc0 · 9 months

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My Keanu Reeves era looks promising

#john wick #neo #neo anderson #the matrix #neo the matrix #art #my art #fanart #keanu reeves #hes so fine #just a lil dude #I’ve never seen so many paparazzi photos of this man #leave him alone!!

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nwheregirl · 5 months

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This outfit. This outfit makes me feral. Idk why.

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ohsofightclub · 4 months

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the matrix (1999)

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generic-man-in-suit-battle · 11 months

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ROUND ONE, SIDE TWO: Thomas "Neo" Anderson (The Matrix) vs RK800 "Connor" (Detroit: Become Human)

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iovesia · 10 months

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✧ ˚ ༘ ⋆ 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. [ li-mer-uhns ] the state of being obsessively infatuated with someone, or in which you finally discover who's the man lurking in your room at night.

—⠀੭୧⠀warnings⠀· ˚ ༘⠀fem!reader. dark!stalker!neo. obsession. stalking. kidnapping. manipulation. manhandling. canon divergent. allusion to drugging(?). ahs reference. (2.1k words)

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝒋𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆 ?! where are all the neo fics?!?@ i am actually gobsmacked that there's nothing out there for the babygirliest keanu character ever. wrote this with a fever, so ignore the spelling errors — hope you enjoy ♡ !!

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“HE'S WORRIED ABOUT YOU, NEO.”

Neo snaps out of his trance, turning his head back to The Oracle. The greying older woman takes a drag of her cigarette, lips pursed as she treads lightly around the elephant in the room. Clearing his throat, Neo shifts his weight uncomfortably, almost as if he already knew what she was to say.

“Morpheus?” Neo asks, playing dumb.

“Your..” The Oracle pauses, “fascination, let’s say, with this woman troubles him. Along with the Council; they believe you’ve become distracted.”

Neo’s chest tightens at the word ‘woman’— at the mention of you. You, a sweet, innocent college girl who managed to capture the eye of The One. His latest object of affection, and his most sickening desire. He swallows, tensing his shoulders back and he focuses his attention out the window. A bead of sweat trickles down the back of his neck; nausea brewing in his belly as The Oracle’s words muffle to his ears.

What were you doing now? He wondered, glancing at the apartment complex across, imagining it to be yours. What were you wearing? What were you thinking about? Did you think of him?

“Neo. Neo!”

“Y-Yes.. sorry,” He mumbles, as The Oracle waves her ageing hand, trying to get his attention back. His furrowed brows, and longing gaze did nothing to ease the elder woman’s mind.

You, whoever you were, had consumed his every waking thought. Neo had spent countless hours in the Construct, running all sorts of programs and simulations featuring women who shared similar characteristics to you, under the guise of “training”. If not training, Morpheus would watch as Neo travelled in and out the phone lines to the Matrix for prolonged periods of time.

That was the final straw that led to Morpheus confiding in The Oracle. To say it irked Neo is an understatement— being snitched on, like a petulant child that was caught red handed. Licking his bottom lip, Neo sighs.

“Do you care for this woman?”

“I don’t know,” he lies.

The Oracle grins, flashing her pearly teeth before placing the cigarette back in her mouth. “Oh, but you do. You have a good head on your shoulders, and I would hate for you to lose sight of what’s important.”

“And what’s that?” Neo crosses his arms across his chest.

“That’s what you decide.”

HE KNEW THIS WAS WRONG; seeing you like this. His eyes trailing up, analysing every perfected feature on your sleeping figure. Your legs shifting under the blanket, hands resting underneath your pillow, and your chest rising up and down; releasing slow breaths. The moonlight shining from a crack in your curtains illuminated your soft features, only tempting him even more.

Creeping closer to your bed, he knelt beside your bed, trying his best to not wake you. He could stare at you for hours— he has stared at you for hours, longing and aching for you. Waiting for you to notice him lurking in the shadows, desperately hoping for an ounce of your attention, but you never did.

His slender fingers brushed along your cheek, making your brows twitch. A chill crept up his spine, goosebumps dancing along his skin. Your warm skin against the pads of his fingers made his cock twitch as he gently pulled down your thin blanket.

He felt disgusting: he is disgusting. Perving on you in your sleep, and the self loathing only boiled inside of him when he caught himself gawking at your chest.

Suddenly, Neo jumps back when you begin to shift to lay on your otherside, subconsciously acknowledging his presence as you pull the blanket back up over you, letting out a quiet snore. He swallows a lump in his throat, embarrassment blooming in his cheeks as he takes another step back.

Perhaps this was a sign to leave, he’s already been gone too long— long enough for Morpheus to notice.

“WE NEED TO TALK.”

Neo’s eyes flutter open, the sharp hiss of probe pulling out of his headjack echoed in his ears as his vision focuses on the man above him. Morpheus, his typical stoic face now curved into a disgruntled frown. Sitting up in his chair, Neo rolls his shoulders back and cracks his neck to ease the tension in his spine. Morpheus’ jaw clenches at the smirk on the younger man’s face.

“Neo,” the Zion operative's voice hardened as he spoke, “this obsession is getting out of hand. Do you realise how many hours we’ve wasted indulging in your fantasies?” He gestures to the operator console, and Neo resists the urge to scoff. “Whoever this person is— she’s completely warped your mind. She’s driving you crazy.”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Neo spat uncharacteristically, an unfamiliar animosity leaking into his tone. It’s true, you drove him mad— mad with love, and adoration. His infatuation only grew once Neo began abusing the Nebuchadnezzer’s simulations for his own debaucherous pleasure.

“You do not even know this woman, you realise that, right?” Morpheus raises a brow. “Who’s to say she’s not an agent? You’re jeopardising this entire mission, the safety of the crew, and the entirety of Zion!”

“I haven’t made contact with her, she doesn’t even know I exist. I’d hardly call that jeopardising anything,” Neo jeered, pushing past the older man as he headed for his small, allocated room on the ship. His heart sank at the unfortunate reality of the situation. You were ignorant of his existence. Neo would offer his own heart to you in a second, while you didn’t even know his name.

Morpheus is hot on his trail, fists clenched in frustration at Neo’s blindness to his own lust. “Regardless, you’ve lost focus on what’s important—”

“No,” Neo interjects, spinning around on his heel, his eyes shooting daggers into his captain. “If anything, it couldn’t be clearer.”

Morpheus opens his mouth for a brief second, before grinding his teeth. The two men were at a deadlock within this narrow, metal hallway. Minutes that feel like hours pass by, a pregnant pause filling the air. Neo exhales, staring Morpheus up and down before walking away.

Screw him, he thinks to himself, as he slams his door shut. It was always about Zion, or the mission, or whatever burdens came with being ‘The One’. There was unfortunately no prize for having the weight of the universe hanging on his shoulders. Nobody cared to know what he wanted. Whatever choice he was given, seemed to have already been made for him.

But, not this time. Not with you.

So many nights Neo’s slithered into your room and watched over you— like a twisted guardian angel. Only tonight was different.

Tonight, Neo would get his bite of the forbidden fruit.

WITH A POUNDING IN YOUR HEAD, and pain blooming in the back of your neck, you slowly opened your eyes to meet the dark, rustic ceiling above you.

“What the..” you rubbed your eyes as you sat up. The walls of the small compartment felt as if they were closing in on you, and the stiff, metallic bed only served to make your back ache. As you begin to pant vehemently, you jump from the bed, hysterically looking around the room. “What the fuck!”

Your panic was interrupted by the scratch and heave of a handle spinning, and the submarine-esque door opening to reveal a tall, pale, raven-haired man.

“You’re awake,” he smiles.

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t yell for help. With a hand on your chest, it was as if all the air was knocked out of you, as your knees buckled. Your legs scratched against the dirty, coarse floor; a wave of dread washing over you.

“Shit,” He curses to himself as he rushes to your aid. His large hands hold comfortingly to your shoulders, and he prays you can’t hear the pounding in his chest. You feel so warm against his cool touch.

“G-Get off!” You cry, slapping his grasp away as you fruitlessly crawl away from this strange man, only for your body to meet the wall. Shallow breaths and quiet whimpers escape your lips, your mind racing with a million thoughts. Who was this man? Where are you? What is this—

“I know you’re scared, I know,” his voice is melodic to your ears, honeyed and soft as he approaches you once again, kneeling in front of you. You flinch as he raises his hand, awaiting some sort of impact, only to feel it resting against your knee. A glimmer of hurt flashes in his eyes as the realisation stuns him. “I’d never hurt you— Please don’t be scared.”

“Who are you?” You sniffle, bottom lip pouting into a frown; and Neo can’t help but drink in your beauty. Admiring the crease in your brows, long wet lashes, and the tears filling your doe eyes, Neo has never felt more blessed to be in the presence of an angel such as yourself.

“My name is Neo,” he starts, “and you’re on a.. ship called the Nebuchadnezzar—”

“The what? What are you talking about?” You wailed, shutting your eyes as you shift to your side, resting your forehead against the cold, damp wall. Sobs rack your tired body, and your migraine only grew as you listened to his words. “H-How did I get here?”

Neo’s lips purse, and he sheepishly looks away.

“Neo,” the word is foreign on your tongue, but still makes his heart skip a beat. “How did I get here?” Your voice hardens, keeping the tears at bay before the eventual dread sets in. Neo, practically colored with guilt, lifts his head. “Oh.. my.. God.”

“I didn’t want to do it like this, I swear!” He shamefully confesses, sending you into a frenzy as you leap from your spot. Your efforts to escape were in vain, as Neo was taller and stronger than you. His arms wrap tightly around your waist before you could even reach the door, and he spun you back, releasing you onto the small, makeshift bed. “I’m sorry, okay? This isn’t how I wanted us to start.”

“Us? What us? I don’t even know who you are!” You shrilled, your previous fear now being consumed by anger.

“But I know you.”

You froze.

“Do you know how long I’ve watched you?” Nerves roll over your body when his expression hardens, and eyes darken. In the blink of an eye, his condemning words turn hostile as he towers over you. The flickering light hanging above offers no comfort, as it only illuminates his harrowing silhouette. “How many nights I’ve watched you? Oh, I know you so well.”

You were slack jawed at his admission, barely noticing as his hand found his way to your face again, the backs of his fingers brushing over your cheek. An eerily familiar feeling as deja vu flashed in your head. Swallowing a lump in your throat, you glance upwards at him through damp lashes: “I want to go home.” Your hoarse voice barely above a whisper. “Take me home, Neo, please.”

“No,” he cocks his head to the side. “Even if I wanted to,” which he didn't, “I can’t. It's too late. You took the pill.”

“Pill? What pill?”

“I had to get you here somehow, and I couldn’t take any chances,” Neo sighs, crouching down to your level, his vague answer only confuses your weary little mind more. Your breath hitches at his grasp on your thighs, which were meant to console you. “I’ve waited so long for you to be here.. with me.”

You can’t hold back the evident grimace on your face. His digits slowly make their way down your legs, edging closer underneath your shorts. Instinctively, you grab his wrist, halting his actions. Your misty eyes fail to evoke sympathy from your deluded captor. “Please take me home, I’m scared, I want to go home.”

Your broken-record pleading is silenced when a sudden pair of lips meet yours. The delicate kiss only lasted a few seconds, and you hated how soft he felt against you. Your lip balm tasted sweet as his tongue swiped a taste against your lower lip. Breaking the kiss, Neo’s face is now inches from yours.

“I can’t,” he sighs at the fresh tears brimming your waterline, “I just can’t. I’m sorry,” insincere apologies fall from his mouth, as the pad of his thumb wipes a stray tear from your cheek.

How he longed for this moment. To feel your beautiful, plump lips against his. He longed to hold you in his arms, easing your sorrows rather than being the cause.

"She won't love you by force," The Oracle once said. "You need to be patient. Love needs time to flourish."

"I'll wait. Forever if I have to."

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