#reeve's drabbles

[goldenrevelries]

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a suggestive simoncest / winterkov drabble

featuring a trans simon (it's my drabble and no one can stop me) & canon divergence NOTES: - i haven't watched f&c so be gentle with me! i wanna see how my before and after interpretation of them when i get to watching the series <3 - to be edited and posted to ao3

"Kiss each other!"

"Don't think it hasn't occurred to me."

Three things seem to happen all at once: first, Simon's stunned "WHAT!" then Cake's fur fluffing up and eyes dilating into thin lines and finally Fionna's covering her barely hidden grin. Gunther just keeps on clapping, although the smacks seem to have increased in tempo.

Simon whirls around to face this-this-! Winter King or whatever nonsense he calls himself and tamps down the confusing heat rising to his cheeks, letting his initial surprise and delayed (fake) disgust show on his face instead.

"Now, listen here-!"

But, of course--of course--the Winter Hooligan sees the cracks in Simon's mask and goes for the kill, leaning into Simon's space with a leer and a hand winding around Simon's waist.

Which.

Oh, dear.

Simon shudders.

Winter King grins, razor sharp and so wide that his eyes crinkle at the sides, gaze hungrily taking every micro expression Simon can't properly hide.

"Oh, that is such a lovely expression, my dear Simon," Winter King downright croons.

Speechless, Simon can only gulp.

While he hasn't taken his attention away from Simon, the Winter King says to their temporarily-forgotten and half-amused, half-exasperated audience, "That's that! If all of you would excuse us, this won't take long."

That kicks Simon into action. "Wait, what are you-!"

The yelp that came out of Simon when Winter King heaves Simon into his arms in a princess hold is drowned out by Fionna and Cake's agreements and well wishes which, rude. The nerve, the absolute gall of his so-called 'friends'! Simon just knows there's an ironic edge to what just happened but he's a little too flustered and a whole lot of flabbergasted to put up a proper fight.

With a snap! of slender fingers ringing in his ears and a split second of snow obscuring his vision, Simon is suddenly standing inside the Winter King's domain, glistening ice fractals and piles of snow at the corners and all.

And a canopied king-sized bed pushed to the farthest wall.

Simon feels like he'd stepped into that one sauna he had indulged in back home, heat invading his body. But now, the beginnings of---something stirs right below his navel.

Jumping at the sudden pressure and the searing coldness around his waist, Simon snaps his gaze to the side (away from the bed, thank you very much!) and locks eyes with a too-close Winter King. The ensuing jolt isn't much of a deterrent, it seems, as the Winter King crowds further into his space until Simon presses his back to the cold wall of Winter King's domain.

His breath hitches, warm air leaving his lips and fogging the space between them.

"Shall we, sweet Simon?"

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[ruskaroma]

could you do a little drabble of an au of the reader and jw on their wedding night and tbe reader is like pure and naive and loosing her virginity to john 🤭🤍🪷

oh my god.. can i shake this up a little bit?

arranged marriage with john wick.

let’s say you’re the only child of a very powerful mob syndicate, and all your parents wanted is the best for you, so they don’t want you going around fucking with other guys that are below they’re status because it might ruin the reputation they’ve worked so hard to achieve.

so they kept you isolated.

you’re homeschooled, the only friends you have are the maids, the children of those maids and gardeners, you rarely go outside – and if you do, you have a bunch of bodyguards following you around everywhere you go.

of course, you don’t question it. you know your parents only want the best for you, and you know how dangerous it is to live in a world like this. you can’t exactly blame your parents.

when you turned 20, your father introduced you to a man named john wick.

he’s the definition of tall, dark, and handsome you keep reading about in the books. late forties or mid fifties, you don’t exactly know. you just know that he’s a lot older and probably knows better.

your father had explained how you’re going to be marrying john and you were beyond ecstatic upon hearing the news. having a companion in life could open up to so many different opportunities. it didn’t matter that you just met this man. there’s so much time to learn about each other as you two plan for the wedding.

you didn’t ask your parents why they’re suddenly letting you marry a man because simply don’t care. too naïve for your own good. you didn’t know that your parents are only paying their debt to john and you were the only thing in their life that they could just simply give away.

fast forward to the night of your wedding day, let’s say that you aren’t expecting john to be so... rough during your lovemaking.

his actions are rough but his words are soft. it’s confusing you. you thought honeymoons are supposed to be sweet and slow, yet here you are getting fucked on the bed like some kind of cheap whore as john pulls your hair from behind and whispers filthy praises in your ear like there’s no tomorrow.

“my pretty little wife,” john grunts, snapping his hips against your ass, burying his cock so far deep into your little cunt that you could feel it in your stomach. you drool, stumbling over your words. “my wife got the best pussy – so fucking tight and pink. i bet you’ve never let anyone touch you like this before, hm? only me? only your husband?”

“y-yes – yes, john, o-only you!” you sob, clutching the bedsheets in your first as your pussy clench around his dick. “f-feel so full, j-john, feel s-so full – so big.”

“that means you’re doing a great job, baby,” he praises, letting go of your hair to drop his head on your neck, peppering kisses all over as his beard tickles your skin. “my little wife is taking my cock so well. you’re gonna have to get used to it, baby, because i can assure you that i’ll be fucking your sweet little cunt every single day that i come back home. gonna get you so nice and full again like this.”

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[97keanu]

hey! you could write with john wick coming home to find his wife in the garden with the "garden boy" who clearly likes her but she doesn't realize it. i imagine john being subtle and quiet with his jealousies, nothing too scandalous but serious and direct. fluffly, please and thank you so much 🩷

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳I loved this idea so much! I hope you like it, feel free to ask for any expanding drabbles of these two <3

Jealous!John Wick x Naive!Reader

Tags: john is jealous, reader is naive about his jealousies, gardener def has a crush but would rather quit than act on it with john always around, age gap mention, lower class reader in a rich world, possessive john, protective john, primal john

Summer was dying, August dragging out the heat of July, telling the world it was unready to leave just yet. And you, well, you were enjoying the last of the long days, the time when sunset went on for ages, and burned in the sky a blazing orange over your backyard. You always loved the sun, how it turned everything golden each evening, and how it kissed your skin with its heat. 

You were barely breaking a sweat, laying out by the pool while the gardener worked on the bushes. He was young. More around your age than your husband John. Which was nice sometimes, when you got to converse with him, both because of his age, and like you he wasn't from a wealthy background. It kept you a bit more grounded while the life of luxury continued on around you, it was nice to confide in him. 

Unfortunately, what you never noticed was the gardeners wandering eyes. Even now, as you lay out in your bikini, eyes closed and skin happy to drink up the suns rays, he can't help but to watch you. If you asked the gardener about it, he would never admit to his little crush on you. As much as that would be unprofessional of him, he also has no interest in messing with his employer, John Wick. There were rumors, you know, about John coming home, bruised and bloody, a painting of struggle on his skin, the smell of gunpowder on his suit. The gardner has even caught a glimpse before, and watched as you greet your husband as a source of safety and comfort. No one asked why it was that John came home in such a state, but everyone knew, and because of that, the gardener would never pursue you. He would remain a healthy confidant, easing your worries in the world of the rich, and letting you keep in touch with the world outside the private neighborhood. 

The gardener still steals a look or two while he thinks he can get away with it. His headphones buzz with music, drowning out the weed whacker as well as much of his own thoughts. He idly appreciated your body and your beauty from afar, before his stomach drops. He felt for only a moment that he was the one being watched now, and when his eyes flicker up, he meets a set of dark, dangerous eyes. John has entered the backyard, likely in search of his wife, who is currently enjoying the last days of summer. The most frightening part is how close he is, the gardner had no idea that John had snuck up behind him, and now he feels the trail of sweat down his back running cold.

Instead of finding his wife, John sees this man, who he pays handsomely to do work John has no time for, drooling over his wife. The gardener quickly looks away, trying to be busy with work, but the feeling of John's gaze never leaves his back. He starts to feel sweaty for reasons besides the burning August heat, and does everything he can to stop from looking over his back once more. There was just something about John that scared him to his core, and he felt he should trust that feeling if he were to survive. 

Unfortunately for the gardener, John isn't finished. He feels John remove one of his ear buds, the man now so close he can smell John's expensive taste in cologne. 

"I don't pay you to eye fuck my wife." John growls out, assertive and serious. 

"N-no, of course not, Mr. Wick…" The gardener quickly tries to find his way out of this mess, John's cold eyes are enough to scare him away from looking at you for a good long while. 

"Good. I suggest you go home for the night." John maintains professionalism always, but the thoughts running through his head tell a different story. The gardener can practically see these thoughts and takes John's suggestion, quickly moving away to pack up. 

Meanwhile, you don't even know this interaction has happened, eyes closed lightly, sunglasses blocking out the sun. It isn't until John's lips kiss and whisper against your cheek, that you realize your husband is home for the day. Your eyelids flutter open, happy to see his dark form against the dulling blue sky. He looks at you with a small fire in his eyes, and you have no idea he is trying to show off while he continues to kiss down your neck. 

He's halfway to your breast, maybe more,  when you glimpse the gardener beginning to pack up in a haste, and gently pull John away, for modesty if anything. You notice the gardener refuses to look in your direction and wonder why.

"John, wait…" You say softly, and John let's out a small noise of annoyance that his lips must be pulled from your soft skin. 

"What's wrong?" His voice is low, gruff. 

"Let's wait until…" Your eyes finish your sentence, looking towards the gardener once more. John scoffs when he sees where your gaze is going. 

"What? I'm not allowed to lay claim to you in front of the staff?" He says, almost arrogantly. You aren't exactly surprised, John has always been protective, if not possessive. You don't mind it much, in fact sometimes it even turned you on how primal he could be about it. But you also thought you had tamed his jealousy regarding the gardener months ago. 

"You don't have to claim me, John, I'm already yours…" You say with a smirk, kissing right under his well kept beard. John seems to be calmed for the moment by your words, and while he enjoys your kiss, the gardner slips away for the night, safe once again for now. 

John's eyes open when your lips leave his neck, and he looks down at you, perplexed. 

"Why'd you stop…?" He breathes out, voice already dripping, husky with want. You smirk, and stand from where you were sun tanning, taking his hand and pulling him to the house. 

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[arece]

Reader dies instead of John fucking load on the angst

Remember Me

♤ Summary: What if you died instead?

♤ a/n: THIS ISN'T CANNON!!! A what if that I personally think is even more painful than the original. I find it concerning how I find angst so much easier to write. This is a long one (2.2k) The masterlist

♤ Warnings: ANGST! John Wick violence, death.

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“Please, stop this.”

“I can’t.”

***

You begged him, followed him, did everything you could to try and stop him from doing this but it didn’t matter. Forever stubborn, a trait you no doubt got from him. Many mannerisms you had came from John. From the glower you do unconsciously to your dry humor.

But that all didn’t matter, not anymore. John had a plan, one where he might not make it out alive but the Marquis would go down with him, one where you’d be free in a way he was never able to attain. This was for you, he’d do anything for you.

“Fire!” He shoots just as Caine does. They both miss. He hears your whimper from beside Winston and it takes everything in him not to flinch back from the sound. He can feel the blood dripping down from the graze on his arm, a patch of red blooming from his white shirt. 

The Harbinger calls them back twenty paces. He takes a breath, a quick glance to see the almost agonizing worry painted on your face. For you. “Fire!” It felt much faster this time, it was. It had to be realistic, like they were planning to kill each other.

The growing pain in his left shoulder knocks him back a step but otherwise he doesn’t react. Caine grunts, slightly hunched over and holding at his side. Painful yet not fatal, they took another ten paces and it was time.

“Those who cling to death, live.” A bittersweet truth he clung to until there was you. Caine gives a barely visible nod, “Those who cling to life, die.”

“Fire!”

The shot to his stomach winds him to the point he falls to his knees. It won’t kill him, a few inches upwards and would have, he wouldn’t reveal that just yet. You cry out and Winston nearly has to hold you back. He has to close his eyes, tempted to tell you he was fine but he can’t show his hand. He wasn’t done yet, he had to win.

“¡Alto!” Vincent eagerly calls out. I claim the last shot.” He grabs a bullet before storming up to Caine with a sick sort of glee. “Your weapon, give it to me,” he demands, holding his hand out. “Is my daughter free now?” He carefully asks.

Caine’s part of the deal is fulfilled, he and his daughter were now free like you’d both soon be. “Oui. You and your daughter, enjoy.” He rips the gun from Caine and quickly reloads it. “You lose,” he confidently calls out before being cut off by Winston’s mocking laugh.

“You arrogant asshole. He didn’t shoot.” Vincent snaps over to John but it’s already too late. “Consequences,” he spitefully said before shooting him straight in the head. It was all over, he finally ended it all.

You’d be safe, he could be with you, that is if you forgave him for leaving you behind. He was aware it was his fault, that it was something he should’ve never done, but at the time he felt it was the only thing he could do to keep you safe. After two years, he finally got you back.

“John,” a soft whimper behind him. He looks up to see you holding your stomach, a few inches upwards. The Marquis’ gun went off, hitting you as collateral. You nearly fell back until Winston grabbed ahold of you.

Caine stepped back, The Harbinger leaving, it was not the time to finalize the terms. “No.” John feels nearly hysterical as he clumsily makes his way to you, dragging you from Winston into his arms. It felt like he wasn’t even there, this wasn’t real.

He pushes down on your wound, desperate for it to go away. You cry out from the pain, “I know, I know. I got you, kid.” Winston has to turn away, tearing up at the sight of just how fragile you looked.

John felt himself growing frantic, nearly losing himself already at the idea of losing you. He tries to gather you into his arms, just like that time you were sick. Just like that time, you’d be fine. He was overreacting, the Doctor would tell him it’s something minor. It won’t be like his Helen.

But you stop him, crying quietly now as you hold tightly to his hand on your stomach, “you’re free now?” You ask in an uncharacteristically small voice that has him nearly sobbing. “Yeah,” he brushes your hair back just like every time he’s done before.

It was foolish, you know, but you just wanted him to comfort you one last time, “you’re not going anywhere?” John slightly chokes, pulling you closer, as if holding you to him and refusing to let you go would keep you here. “You and me, kid. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I missed you.” Your eyes flutter shut and you cuddled into him like you did whenever you had a nightmare. It was almost enough to convince John that’s what this was, you were just sleeping. But the lack of your chest rising and the soothing sound of your breaths had him finally breaking down.

No matter how hard he tried to do right by you he failed, every time. He did all of this to save you, left you for two years to protect you, reunited with you, only for you to die. You had begged him to stop, gave him so many opportunities to put down his gun and just live for you and he refused. His never ending need for revenge killed you, he killed you.

The background was a blur, he couldn’t hear anything, focused on solely rocking you back and forth, pushing your hair back every time it fell into your face. He ignored the blood he smeared on your face as he brought your head closer - your blood - and kissed your head softly.

You. His daughter, his kid, his baby. He missed you too, there was never a moment he didn’t, even now he missed you more than anything. Winston tried to step closed and he held out your knife threateningly. He didn't care, no one got near you right now except for him.

“Johnathan,” He calls out softly, red rimmed eyes of his own. “The first time I saw her in two years and she’s already gone.” He didn’t bother looking up, trailing a finger over your cheek that was already growing cold.

“I missed so much and it’s my own fault,” he glances up at Winston, “I’ll never get that time back.” He gathered you close and stood, he was going to bring you home and you were never going to leave again.

He nods for his jacket and Winston drapes it over you, covering your fatal wound just like he wanted. You were sleeping. It hit him suddenly that he never told you he loved you and it was almost enough to send him back to the ground.

He should’ve just done what you had asked, whatever you wanted. He held you securely with Winston by his side, both ready to bring you back. 

***

(y/n) Wick

Loving daughter

“You and me, kid.”

Something you’d probably scoff at but it felt right. Dog refused to move from your grave and John had half the mind to stay with her. Even the Bowery King had shed a few tears, having to leave soon after due to not being able to handle the emotions.

“Always said he was dramatic,” he could almost swear he heard you say. You were next to Helen, a little family he wanted to join. He didn’t know what to do without you, lost in a way he’s never been before.

Losing a child is a pain you never get over, a gaping hole that never fills. He was angry but had no one left to blame, no enemies to kill. For once, John was forced to sit and deal with his grief and god if it wasn’t the most painful thing he’s ever felt.

He carried so much guilt and regret for what happened between you, so many mistakes he’d never be able to go back and fix. Winston’s reassurance of how much you had loved him didn’t help.

You admired and loved a monster, both John Wick and the Baba Yaga. It had gotten you killed. Everything John Wick loves dies. You were doomed from the moment he accepted that coin, the moment he placed his jacket over you in that car and decided he would do anything for you.

He felt that he cried out everything he had left, numb besides the anger he held towards himself. This was his own doing. Eventually he forced himself and Dog to go to your apartment, the place you lived when John forced you out of your home.

It felt empty - lonely. It was enough to break his heart all over again, he drove you to this. He collected the few photos of yourself in the apartment, his own only of your younger years. He couldn’t stand the thought of the last image he had of you being older was dying in his arms.

 As he brushed over your belongings he came across a small box. He opened it to see a bunch of folded up papers held down by a gold coin. A gold coin he recognized, the coin that led him to you, to your death. He picked it up and was tempted to throw it away before pocketing it. He’d keep any part of you he could get, even if it reminded him of his mistakes.

He picked up one of the folded papers; a letter dated back to a few days after he left you. 

John,

I don’t think I could ever forgive you. I trusted you. 

I never believed that I could belong anywhere, everyone seemed to leave eventually.

I knew that day would come with you, I just didn’t expect it to hurt so much.

He swallowed, skimming through the letters, varying emotions of resentment, hurt, and confusion in each. It was painful, but one John wholeheartedly deserved. He may have been what you wanted but he wasn’t what you deserved, you deserved more.

He reached the last letter in the pile, it was written just a week before you hunted him down, a week and a few days before you died.

John,

I think I get it now. Though it doesn’t make it hurt less, I at least know now that you did care. You wanted me to be safe but what you seemed to never understand is that I felt safest with you.

All I wanted was you. I’ll always carry that hurt for the potential what could’ve been but I can cherish the time we did have together, when I had someone who cared for me so deeply.

I hunted down the Continental Doctor to trade for that coin you gave him - something to remember you by - and he gave it to me for free. I think he understood.

Everyone seemed to do that better than us. We always struggled to actually talk to each other, resorting to desperate actions. Maybe that’s what led us here today.

I hope you find that peace and freedom you always longed for, the kind you couldn’t get with me. That’s part of the reason I think we would’ve never worked, all I brought was chaos and pain, something you never needed more of, what you were trying to escape. For that I’m sorry.

Now, I’ll try to fix our mistakes, learn from them and speak openly. I don’t know if I’ll ever be brave enough to send these to you but if you do find them I hope you know that I love you. 

I love you and thank you for being the dad I never got. Even if it was for a short time.

Love,

Your daughter.

John fell down onto your chair, crying so hard he couldn’t make out the words on the letter. He held it away from him, scared he’d stain it with his tears.

You got to heal but for the wrong reasons, without his apology and the full knowledge of his love for you. You were right, you both struggled with words and he should’ve tried harder. You always struggled feeling like you belonged and he didn’t do enough to reassure you.

He wished he could’ve told you just how much he cared for you, how much he loves you. How he’s sorry.

***

Although no matter what happened next it would never be fully happy; but if John were able to heal the slightest bit, accept, and move on, it would’ve been better. Though that’s never how John worked. He solely relied on his anger, looking for someone to blame, looking for a fight. Something he knew how to do.

He chose to direct his anger towards the entire High Table, to wipe them all out. Winston tried to fight him on this, convince him that it wouldn’t be what you wanted. But you weren’t here and you were gone because of the High Table and him. Either way they’d both go down for taking you away.

A suicide mission. But what else was there left to live for? He lost all that brought meaning to his life, he killed it, watched as it slipped through his fingers, helpless to stop it all. Helen, and now you.

He didn’t believe in much anymore but he hoped, hoped that when he did finally get to rest, it’d be with you.

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[ghcstpyre]

18+ content under the read more. MINORS DNI.

ted "theodore" logan x afab!reader

contents: pervy!ted / scent kink / panty stealing / panty sniffing / masturbation (m) / mentions of oral (f receiving)

hello @generalkenobee here it is!

thinking about perv!ted raiding your wardrobe and drawers whenever you're not around. it starts off innocently enough - you lend him one of your cosy, oversized jumpers and ted can't get enough of your sweet scent and the tang of your perfume that clings to the soft collar of your jumper. it becomes apparent after a week or two that ted has no intentions of returning it but you don't mind too much; he looked cute in your jumper anyway.

it's from that moment onwards that ted really starts to develop a thing for the way you smell. every so often whenever the two of you are spending time together at your place, he'll find an item of clothing that you've worn recently, press it to his face and inhale deeply, completely losing himself in the smell of you that still lingers on the fabric - all while you're not in the room of course, the last thing he wants is to be caught. before you come back, he'll quickly bundle up whatever he's just smell sampled and shove it into his bag to take home with him; a t-shirt, a vest top, a cardigan or maybe a hoodie if he's lucky, he doesn't really care as long as it's yours and smells like you.

The first time Ted managed to get his hands on a pair of your panties had him reeling. He didn't even mean to pick them up, they just happened to be caught up in the vest he'd recently procured from your bedroom floor and he didn't even realise until he was back home and unraveling said vest from the crumpled up ball it had been in since Ted stuffed it into his backpack while you weren't looking, the panties in question falling from within the garment and landing at his feet. Ted was almost too nervous to touch them at first, really starting to feel like a complete degenerate (at least he had the decency to feel some level of shame), but just the sight of them on his bedroom floor had his dick twitching in his jean shorts.

He was too curious and way too horny at that point to be able to resist the temptation. What started off as something fairly innocent had devolved into complete degeneracy, but Ted's head was too flooded with hormones to think straight. The panties weren't exactly the most interesting kind - just your basic, black, bikini-style underwear - but just the thought of you wearing them, the fact that your pussy had been pressed against the fabric at some point was enough to give Ted the biggest hard-on he'd had since he got his hands on his first porno magazine.

The feeling of the fabric in the palms of his hands and between his fingers was enough to have his heart jackhammering within his chest, so hard that he could hear his rapid pulse, the sound thumping in his ears. Ted had to take a moment to sit down on his bed before tentatively pressing the thin fabric of your panties against his face and inhaling deeply, already palming at the familiar stiffness in his pants and failing to stifle the groan that escaped his plush lips. It was a good thing his Dad and Deacon weren't home because Ted knew he wasn't going to be able to keep quiet, not with your panties pressed to his face and certainly not with the smell of your pretty cunt filling his nose.

By that point Ted had already unzipped his jean shorts and shimmied them down his thighs along with his boxers to finally free his throbbing cock. He flopped backwards ungracefully, being sure to keep your panties pressed to his nose with one hand while wasting no time in spitting into the palm of his other before wrapping it around his hard shaft and beginning to stroke.

"Shit..." He groaned, voice almost breathless. He knew he was done for now.

Ted's breaths were heavy and quick as he tugged on his cock, the panties against his face driving him wild. His mind drifted, fantasising about you sitting on his face and rocking your hips back and fourth, his tongue pressed against your clit, your pussy so warm and wet on his mouth as your slick dripped down his chin. He was so utterly lost in you - the whimpers leaving your lips as you came undone on his tongue, the scent of your luscious body, the taste of your precious cunt and the way your hands gripped and tugged at Ted's tousled dark brown hair.

"Fuckfuckfuck—" Ted was practically mewling, fucking upwards into his fist as it pumped up and down his swollen cock, his tip leaking precum all over his fingers. He started to moan your name over and over again like a mantra, his thoughts filled with you and only you - only ever you. "M'so close, so fuckin' close—"

His eyes rolled to the back of his skull and he pushed your defiled panties into his mouth as he came, thick ropes of white cum shooting from his cock onto his stomach and chest as he sucked on the soft fabric. Ted's whole body shook with the force of his orgasm and a good few minutes had passed before he opened his eyes again, his chest rising and falling deeply as he got his breathing back under control.

He pulled your underwear from his lips and let it drop to the side, his teeth finally relinquishing the vice grip they had on the fabric as he let out a long, heavy sigh. Eventually, Ted sat up and looked down at himself, immediately groaning in frustration and cringing hard.

He came all over his Megadeth t-shirt.

#ted theodore logan #ted logan x reader #keanu reeves #keanuverse #ted logan smut #yall i started to write this AT WORK #i cant even remember the last time i wrote something smutty #anyway long live perv!ted #is scent kink even the right term??? idk i am uneducated #anyway ted is pining hard...and hard! #bill and ted #c: ted logan. #w: drabble. #have not proof read this btw #we write then hit post like a FOOL

[realitidoll]

Masterlist.

༊*·˚

John wick

⋆ Pretty little angel. tw.

John Constantine

⋆ Heatwave.

⋆ Pure Sin.

Drabbles

⋆ annoyed!johnconstantine

⋆ post workout - johnwick

⋆ trendy!johnwick

⋆ meanstepbrother!tedlogan tw.

⋆ sensory deprivation - johnwick.

⋆ sizekink concept - John Wick.

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: This is long over due, it’s also very very short because I haven’t watched the movie in forever and it’s what was saved in my drafts

Placing his guns into the trunk of the new car, he frowned slamming it shut. Hands still on the trunk he then slipped into the drivers side. Pulling out a picture of you in your wedding dress from his breast pocket he slipped the picture in the rearview mirror then drove off, hands clutching the steering wheel the man’s gaze hardened, he needed to find where they were keeping you.

-

Laying on the bed you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. You tensed hearing the door open though it was more than one person.Letting the glass shard go you tensed hearing the voices speak over you.

“Girl…..get up.”

Gritting your teeth you ignored the man until you felt something cold press against your head. “Perhaps you misheard me but I will not tell you again now get up.”

Slowly sitting up you turned your attention to the older man, the one who was in the room before. “What do you want.”

Grasping your chin, Viggo turned your head to the side to get a better look at you. “I can see why Wick left the organization..very pretty...shame the man will never see his child.”

“Fuck you.”

“Such language.”

You winced feeling him dig his nails into your cheek, his breath on your neck. “You will do well to not speak….people will still pay for a bitch that can’t walk.”

Throwing you back on the bed, Viggo scoffed. “Get this woman something to change into...we are leaving.”

Gritting your teeth it did not take long for some people to file into the room laying out a maternity dress on the bed. Looking up at the man you crossed your arms over your chest. “I am not changing with you in the room.”

The man sneered as he walked to the door. “You have five minutes.”

Jumping from the door slamming you started to peel off the dirtied pajama top, along with the pants. Grasping the dress you then slipped it on, happy at least the material felt good. Sinking your teeth into your lower lip you grabbed the shard of glass hiding it just in time for the man to open the door.

“We’re leaving.”

“You don’t need to be an asshole.” You growled though the man holding you stopped once Viggo stepped in front of you.

Titling his head Viggo grabbed your left hand. “It appears one of your rings is missing...well you have no need for this one.” Pulling off the engagement ring you started to protest, it was the last thing you had of John.

“Please! No.”

“What did I say.” Wincing you felt your hair being pulled back though your arms wrapped around your stomach.

“Eh….F-Fine..Take it..” You closed your eyes. “I’ll just have John pull it off your body.” You spat though Viggo let out a laugh.

“Such a spit fire.”

“Where the fuck are you taking me? You told me I’d be staying here.”

“Your husband is a hard man to kill...this will be the first place he’ll come….if he’s not killed first.”

Feeling a small shove you felt another man then grasp your wrist tugging you away from Viggo. Closing your eyes you prayed John would be safe, you just wanted to see him again, taking a deep breath in and you felt a sharp kick in your belly as you got shoved into a car.

“Of course the window’s are blacked out, fucking cliche.”

-

John drove up to a hotel, his hands clutching his bag tightly. Checking in was easy though once he got up to the room he sat himself down. Pulling out his phone he clicked on one of the video’s you’d taken. It brought a smile to his lips, seeing you again, it almost felt normal.

“John!” You held up the man’s phone to get him in frame, he'd taken you here for a date but it was hard not to film him. With your own phone in the car, you wanted to do something cute for you both to remember.

Turning to face you a small laugh escaped his lips. “Are you really filming me? Wouldn’t a picture be better?”

“Nope! I am now officially married to the sexest man alive and the world must know!.”

“Is that so?” It did not take long for the man to reach you, leaning down he gave you a soft kiss as he then took the phone from your hand. Once the kiss was broken he brought the camera up to you, following you as you slowly stepped back to the water. “If that’s true then the people must know about my beautiful wife.”

Laughing, you took another step back until you felt the cool waters hitting your feet. “Hm, how about you come a little closer.”

Satisfied with how close he was you sent a small wave of water up, hitting him in the face though he ducked the phone out of the way only to raise it up in time for you to stick your tongue out at the camera.

“Can’t get me.”

“Y/n! Get back here.”

Laughing you took off running as John chased after you as he tucked the phone in his back pocket. Once he managed to catch you, he smiled pressing his lips to the side of your head. Reaching into his back pocket he brought it up so now you were both in frame. “W..what do you have to say for yourself.”

Smiling you pressed your lips against his cheek. “I love you.?”

Laughing himself, John pressed his face into your neck then kissed you softly. “I love you too.” The video came to a stop as he brought you in for another kiss.

Blinking a few tears away, John restarted the video only to pause it again when it was on your smiling face. Shaking his head he slipped his phone away then stood up, leaving the room John walked towards the elevator. Closing his eyes he just had to focus on you and his unborn child, he will save you.

-

Gritting your teeth, you cradled your stomach as you adjusted your body in the back seat of the car.

“Asshole!” You screamed at the man as he slipped into the driver’s seat, knowing you would not get anywhere with screaming at the man you crossed your arms over your chest though you then let your fingers move to the door handle, trying to open the handle you then closed your eyes realizing they must have put a child’s lock on it.

“Fucking perfect.”

Flinching you felt a small kick to your stomach you rubbed it doing the best to calm your child.

#drabbles #drabble #john wick #john wick x y/n #john wick x reader #john wick x you #keanu reeves

[fics-not-tragedies]

January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 1

Own My Mind ♫ Måneskin

Own My Mind ♫ Måneskin x John Constantine

I'm prayin' at your altar if you know what I mean.

One moonlit evening, Constantine found himself in the centre of a web of dark magic. A malevolent force, whose origins were hidden in the whispers of the underworld, had unleashed a demonic presence on the unsuspecting city. The streets echoed with the eerie laughter of the creatures that lurked in the shadows.

Amidst the chaos, Constantine discovered an ancient altar, its malevolence penetrating the very foundations of the city. The air crackled with malevolent energy as he confronted the demonic force that sought to devour the soul of the metropolis.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica…" Constantine murmured, a defiant challenge to the malevolent entity that lurked in the supernatural realms.

As he recited ancient incantations and wielded a weapon forged from celestial steel, Constantine sensed a mysterious presence — an ethereal force drawn to the fervour of his quest. Unseen eyes watched him from the shadows, mesmerised by the determination and courage emanating from the demon hunter.

With each incantation, Constantine's surroundings seemed to quake with an otherworldly energy. The demonic laughter died away and was replaced by an eerie silence, as if the air held its breath in anticipation of the impending clash between light and shadow.

At the heart of the spiritual battlefield, Constantine's gaze caught sight of a figure cloaked in shadow — a ghostly presence lingering at the edge of the supernatural fray. The being, drawn by the resonance of the demon hunter's fervent prayers, watched him with an intensity that reflected a strange fascination.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica…" Constantine repeated, the words a rhythmic chant that reverberated through the metaphysical realms.

As the incantations intensified, the shadows parted, revealing the ghostly entity that had been drawn to Constantine's request. A subtle change occurred — a dance of cosmic energies that blurred the line between hunter and hunted.

Constantine, his senses attuned to the supernatural currents, met the enigmatic gaze of the spectral being. The air quivered with unspoken understanding — a connection that transcended the dichotomy of good and evil. In that suspended moment, the demon hunter and the spectral being found themselves connected by a cosmic thread woven from the essence of the mystical battlefield.

The demon, sensing the shift in the balance of power, backed away from the combined force opposing it. The city, once caught in the clutches of evil, heaved a sigh of relief as the supernatural storm subsided. Constantine took one last look at the ghostly creature with a weary but victorious expression on his face.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica…" he uttered once more, this time directed at the enigmatic presence that hovered in the aftermath of the battle. “And tell boss Constantine said ‘hi’, you fuck” Constantine added, showing a middle finger to the dark forces who lurked around him.

The city, freed from the clutches of demonic influence, attained a new serenity. Constantine, the demon hunter, and the spectral being, an enigma woven into the fabric of the supernatural, shared a moment of unity — a testament to the complexity of the spiritual battlefield and the unspoken connections that transcend the realms of light and shadow.

After the supernatural storm, as the city heaved a sigh of relief, Constantine and the spectral being stood face to face. The air crackled with lingering energy and their eyes met in a silent exchange of gratitude and appreciation. Without words, a magnetic pull drew them closer together until their lips met in a passionate kiss.

“You saved the altar” the being murmured against his lips, placing her hands on his chest.

“It was bombed once… and I don’t have any heavy arms on me.”

“That’s good, Constantine” she touched his lips gently, tracing them with her fingers before kissing him again.

“I’m prayin’ at your altar…” he breathed, moving his lips to the being’s neck, gently squeezing her hips and pushing her closer to the altar, “if you know what I mean.”

“Oh, I sure know what you mean, John Constantine.”

The boundaries between the hunter and the mystical being blurred, and in this unspoken union the city witnessed a union that overcame the dichotomy of good and evil. The night, once shrouded in malice, gave way to the dawn of a city reborn, where prayers and mysteries lingered in the air like the echo of an ancient hymn, and the kiss between Constantine and the spectral being came to symbolise a love that transcended the boundaries of the constant fight between good and evil and the balance he kept willing to restore.

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[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Drabble No. 10

Summary: “John….” you gasped, reaching over to touch him softly as he sat himself up too, reaching over to tilt your chin up. “Who did this to you?” he said, his voice low. His eyes were dark, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Pairing: John Wick x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 720

Warnings: mentions of dead spouses, implied violence, injuries, a little fluff

Drabble Masterlist

You never thought you would find yourself alone. Here. In this hotel. 

John had told you about the Continental when he had explained your world to him. 

Because he wanted to be honest with you from the beginning, even though he was out. For good. 

He wanted to tell you, before you fell in love with him. 

He didn’t know you already had back then and that nothing he could tell you about him would change that.

Because you fell in love with John. The guy who mowed your lawn after your husband died. The guy who brought you flowers every week. Who had a library in his house that was bigger than yours. 

John and you had been neighbours for many years. You had known his late wife. You had been there when he had to build back his house after an explosion you only learned later was intentional and no accident at all. 

You were living with him in this new house now. Your house next door sold a year ago.

Everything was perfect. 

Until John disappeared three weeks ago.

The past seemed to have a way to suck him back.

He just went out to deliver some of the books he had finished binding to the post office and he hadn’t been back since then. 

You were sick with worry.

John kept the dangerous part of his past life to himself. But you knew Aurelio, the only person he was still in contact with.

So this is where you went after John disappeared. 

And Aurelio promised to make some calls and get back to you. 

But then he disappeared too. 

You called the police, you called everyone you could think of. 

And apparently you were getting close because last night after you packed the groceries into your car someone had threatened you, choking you until you almost couldn’t breathe to stop asking questions. That you would never find him. 

You knew there was only one place left to go. 

Nobody really spared you any glace as you walked through the entry hall of the hotel. You took a deep breath as you made your way towards the front desk, a tall man looking up at you with a pleasant smile. 

“Welcome to the Continental Hotel. How may I help you?” he asked and you gave him a small smile in return. 

“I am looking for someone. I don’t know if he’s here….”

“What is the name?”

“John Wick,” you said and the man's lips pressed into a thin line, looking at you for a long moment. 

“One moment,” he said and you nodded, nervously sucking your bottom lip in as the man turned away from you and walked into the back office. 

If he wouldn’t be here he would have….

“If you would follow me please,” you jumped, not having noticed the man had returned and followed him. 

–

The man, Charon, had led you into one of the suites of the hotel, telling you to wait here and that John was indeed in the hotel, but currently not available. 

You were relieved. 

Even though you knew he technically wasn’t allowed back to the hotel, you knew he was safe. 

You must have fallen asleep at some point, waking up to the room in darkness and a warm body next to yours. 

“John,” you whispered and he stirred. 

“Yeah. Yeah I’m here…” he mumbled and you sat yourself up, blindly searching for the lightswitch. 

Tears came to your eyes when you finally saw him, his whole face littered with cuts and bruises.

“John….” you gasped, reaching over to touch him softly as he sat himself up too, reaching over to tilt your chin up. 

“Who did this to you?” he said, his voice low. His eyes were dark, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Did… What?” you asked, tears running down your cheeks. 

”Who choked you?” he asked and you closed your eyes, shaking your head. 

“I… I don’t know. I was looking for you and someone found me and told me to stop asking questions… John… Where were you?” you asked, looking at him. 

He shook his head. 

“Not now,” he whispered and pulled his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. He just looked at you for a moment before he kissed you softly.

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[ruskaroma]

thinking of pissing john wick off so fucking bad that he fucks you into the fucking wall🤤🤤 he’d been so patient with you, but you just kept pushing his buttons so here you are, his hand clamped over your mouth as he fucks you full of his cum….

everybody pull up a chair cuz we are going to have a talk.

john wick is a soft dom. that’s up to no debate. he could be a mean dom sometimes, but that rarely happens. but the point still stands.

john wick is a soft dom.

and of course, a soft dom would be incomplete without a bratty sub.

john doesn’t like it when you talk back, but during this time you’re feeling a bit naughty. a simple denial from john ruined your entire day, and so of course it’s your job to ruin his too.

he has been on the edge all day long since morning because of your constant backtalk. the snarky little remarks. the murmurs you’d say that he wouldn’t hear just to rile him up even more.

john tries to talk the brattiness out of you, but unfortunately for him, he might have to do it the hard way.

he had just come back from work when you immediately bombarded him with your attitude. still dressed in his work attire and you in your pajamas, john thinks this is the perfect time to strike.

as he stands in front of you in the living room, your mouth immediately snaps shut when a large hand comes slapping your cheek. it’s not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to get some senses in your brain and tell yourself that you’re absolutely fucked.

literally.

a yelp leaves your mouth as you touch the spot he slapped, but when you look at him, he’s staring straight back at you challengingly.

“got any more to say, brat?”

your lips wobble. it’s not always mean john comes to play, but when he does, it scares the living shit out of you. not only because he’s mean MEAN, but also because that means there’s a 99% chance that you won’t be able to sit properly for weeks.

“d-daddy–”

“now you want daddy?” he mocks, then gripping your jaw with one hand and forces you to look at him. “daddy has been real patient with his little girl all day long, but you just won’t fucking listen to a word daddy says, don’t you?”

you’re half scared, half horny. john is fucking seething. he must be so pissed at you that he even cussed.

“d-daddy, ow, you’re hurting me–” you try to move away from his grip, but that only leads you to being slammed against the wall as john forcefully pulls your pants down along with your panties, revealing your wet cunny that’s already dripping from this whole thing. “d-daddy–”

“this must be what you fucking wanted then. for daddy to be pissed at you.” he roughly unbuckles his belt and pulls his already hard cock out, not giving you enough time to comprehend what’s truly happening when he’s already pushing his fat cock inside your little pussy, stretching it open and making you scream. “now you’re crying, can’t form a single fucking word. what happened to that bratty little girl earlier that won’t stop running her mouth, hm? you got anything to say?”

your legs are wrapped around his waist as you sob hysterically on his shoulder, ruining his perfectly good black suit. your shared wetness is dripping down the floor as his heavy balls slap against your ass.

you clench around his dick, babbling incoherent pleas for him to slow down, but all you receive is another slap on the cheek.

“shut your mouth and take it. don’t make me shove my cock so far down your throat you wouldn’t be able to speak for weeks.”

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[97keanu]

shotgunning a cigarette with john wick (especially young jardani) is all i can think abt right now

John's breath is visible in the cold of the night, the stink of the city rising from the gutters in the alley. You take a deep drag from the cigarette he passed you earlier. It fills your lungs with welcomed smog, and you exhale before your lungs can protest the chemicals being held for too long. Neither of you speak as the smoke dances in the air between you two. You don't need to. This little routine of yours has been suiting you both quite nicely without many words so far.

You look out into the starless night, tapping the cigarette off to the side before passing it back to John without looking. You think about how different things are for people like you. How much your feet ache despite leaning against the brick wall for support. Your ruined toes from the strict ballet routines, the callouses on your hands matching the blisters on blisters.

You don't want to think about what they teach John. You know he's due for his first true mission soon, you're both beginning to be old enough to truly start being of value to the 'family's' business.

You don't notice John's sharp eyes caressing your features. You only glance over when your thoughts drift away, and the craving for another hit of the cigarette hits. You catch his stare, and he doesn't look away, he isn't one to be embarrassed about something like that. You wonder for a moment how long he's been eyeing you, but ignore it, and reach a hand out towards that little fire John holds in his hand between you. He pulls it back, not cruely, but as if he must.

This surprises you, but you don't know what to say. John speaks for the first time tonight.

"I'm headed off tomorrow night." he says it plainly, no deeper explaining, but you know what this means. He is going out to kill for the first time, for real, not the sparing he does with the other boys. No, he will use the sharpened skills he's learned, or he won't be back. You say nothing, but you give a small, short nod of understanding, and one of your hands reaches to smooth the white, fluffy tuelle of your ballet dress. John continues.

"I want to try something with you, if you'll let me..." He isn't nervous when he speaks. He says everything so plainly, but right now you know whatever he is suggesting is important to him, so you turn towards him fully. You look deep into those brown eyes, practically as black as the night sky above right now, only a small overhead yellowing light on the side of the building casting a glow on both of you. He sees your willingness to listen, and the space between the two of you closes so slowly, you hardly notice John is even moving towards you. He is truly, stealthy.

"Stop me if this displeases you..." His voice has softened, just barely, the words ebbing upwards with the frost of his breath. You know he means it when he says that, you trust that he would never do something to displease you to begin with, but your heart picks up as he moves closer. He brings that glowing ember back to his lips and takes a deep drag, tendrils of smoke escaping his mouth as he pulls the cigarette away at last.

He closes the gap between you until he is leaning down, his height having always been there, suddenly more noticeable. John hasn't released the smoke from his lungs, not yet. He's savoring the moment. His hand is warm when it touches your waist, bringing you in until your lips are brushing his, both of you open and waiting for the other. You give a small movement towards him for the first time since this started, and that's all he needs.

John presses lips into yours with a hunger, a need barely kept at bay, still restrained. He is well trained, indeed. He kisses you, moving gently in sync with your lips, and you respond perfectly in time. You are also trained, synchronicity coming easy to a ballerina like you.

John's lungs must be aching by now, but the kiss goes on, one of his large hands reaching up to place a thumb against the base of your neck, feeling you there, and then wrapping so gently to crook you deeper into him. You feel a moan bubble up from the gesture, and feel as if you are but a swan in wolf's teeth. John bites your lower lip gently, pulling it down and asking you to open. You oblige, and he softly breathes the smoke he has been holding into your awaiting lungs.

You take it hungrily, softly sucking in to meet what has been contained inside him. You feel as if more than just smoke has entered your body. You can feel a piece of John, as if he is giving you some small part of him. As if to say, 'if I don't make it back, remember this part of me, the part that didn't kill. The part that breathed life into another. Carry it with you.' Your cheeks burn in the cold as your lungs fill to the brim and the rest over flows and descends upwards into the night.

John seals the breath he's given you with a final, passionate kiss. It's as if he's stamped your petal like lips with a flame that wasn't supposed to grow there. When his lips pull away, leaving heavy breaths and even heavier lids looking, searching deeply into one another, you can't help but feel like John has lit a coalfire in the pit of your stomach. From the look he's giving you, you can tell he feels the same, maybe even better knowing what he's done to you, how he's tainted you before he must take his leave.

"John..." His name drifts from your lips onto his, and he stops you with the brush of another kiss.

"We should go back inside..." He hasn't taken his eyes off you, you're still so close it hurts. You know he's right, but this moment is intimacy that neither of you have every been allowed here, in this place that teaches only death. You search him, a hand you didn't notice is gripping his shirt. You hold that fabric tightly, and your knuckles shake when your mind thinks to let go.

"I know..." John says simply, and you know he does. "Meet me here again, in a days time, as we usually do."

"But..." You begin, not able to bring yourself to the 'what if' of no one being here when you come.

"I would not allow myself to let you down. You know that." And you do. John will do everything in his power to make sure your little ritual out here is unbroken. You know he will come back. He must. Your grip loosens, and you two part. You both go back to your comfortable silence, and head inside.

The heat of John's lips and hand around your throat hold you through out that night. You dream of a wolf who takes you gently in it's teeth. It doesn't let go.

Next part here!

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[telekinesis-mind-control-comics]

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[arece]

Heart to Heart Universe Masterlist

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

(completed)

♤ Late Arrival

♤ Never Saw the Start

♤ Walking Parallels

♤ Time Played Apart

♤ Days We Were Together

Drabbles/requests in the universe: (completed)

@knightmallorie playlist for the series

♤ What if reader was afraid of dogs?

♤ John helps reader with her homework

♤ Reader has a nightmare

♤ Akira x reader

♤ Song association!

♤ Reader can't move on from John

♤ Caine looks after reader (head cannons)

♤ Reader comforts John

♤ Reader gets sick

♤ What if: It had been reader instead?

♤ Reader begins to forget

♤ Reader and Aurelio get closure

♤ Reader accidentally breaks something

♤ Reader's birthday

♤ Reader's origin story

♤ Reader plans John's funeral

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[iovesia]

hello I took a good 2 day break (unwillingly because I literally had to drag myself away from searching up your user just because I wanna have more content to read when I get back :(( it was a terrible break) ANYWAYS IM BACK NOW AND IM NOT SURPRISED TO SAY YOU HAVE A NEW THEME.. (it’s so lovely Constantine brain rot frfr) anyways how have you been doing josie? (Ik I call u pookie most of the time but a change is good too)

Anyways school is starting after a months break. I am distraught. I’m gonna lose it. I need to sob in jc’s arms while he calls me stupid for being dramatic over these little things BUT HE PROBABLY STILL WOULD PAT YOUR HAR TO MAKE U FEEL ABIT BETTER EVEN THE SLIGHTEST BIT.. ☹️ I love him so much he’s so pookie coded

-🥖 anon

HI POOKIE!! i missed you in my inbox ♡! ofc, y'know, i had to switch up my theme again— it's a routine at this point i can't keep one for more than two days i fear. my summer break finally started omfg but ty for asking <3

i'm sorry you're starting school omg :(( i feeeelll youuu, school literally made me pop a blood vessel jfc— but you're so real on constantine, pooks. i dunno if you've ever seen "bonnie and clyde" (1967)— but this scene where she's upset and just curls under his arm is so constantine coded i fear...

just curling in constantine's lap with dollops of tears rolling down your face. constantine —being the massive douchebag he is— scoffs when he sees you so stressed out and upset, but still lets you crawl onto him. he makes you look at him if you're facing away, his hand brushing tear tracks from your face.

"look, don't cry. you're gonna be fine, okay?" constantine's eyes soften when you turn to face him, and he purses his lips trying to think of something to say that doesn't make you feel worse. in the end he just shuts his trap, letting you enjoy his warm embrace.

#love letters. #ʚ · ◞ 🥖 anon! #mini comfort drabble for u pooks! <3 #john constantine x reader #john constantine imagine #keanu reeves imagine #keanu reeves x reader #*⠀john constantine.

[kayena1]

Used to it|pt1

Hi! I got an idea for a story. I just finished watching all of John Wick movies and i really wanted to write about it. This story will be a crossover with avengers. I will try to make it as interesting as I can.

Alina was a baby that wasn’t supposed to be born. She wasn’t planed an accident. The girl was a child born to Natasha Romanoff before the red room sterilised her. (For the sake of the story let’s say she was 18-20)

For a mission she needed to sleep with a man named John Wick. It was a surprise to her that she was with child. She despite all the hardships was happy about the child. After the birth of Alina Natasha changed. She needed to take care of the baby and train and as a result she blamed her child for her hard life.

On the day when she escaped the red room she tracked down John Wick and dropped off the girl on his doorstep on a rainy night. She was 3 years old at that time.

“You will meet a man he is your father, knock on the door and hand him the letter I gave you do you understand” Natasha said those words coldly.

Alina didn’t understand why her mother is leaving her but she knew she didn’t have the right to ask and the only thing she did was give a simple nod. As soon as the girl did the mother walked to her car and drove away.

The child was confused, scared and anxious. Alina turned around and knocked on the door softly wondering if someone will come. The girl heard the lock of the door unlock and the door was opened.

There stood a tall man giving her a questioning look. She was scared. Remembering her mother’s words she quickly put out the letter for him to take. The man took the letter.

“Come inside” He told the child seeing her trembling from the cold. Alina did as he told and stood in the little corner by the door as if not to disturb him.

John sat on the ground legs crossed as he unfolded the letter and started reading it.

The letter told him about the girl being his daughter, about the night when they met. It didn’t say anything as to why the child is here.

John sighted before standing up and going to the girl before he crouched down to her height.

“So you’re my daughter huh?” Ha said before placing his hand on her head patting it.

“What’s your name?” He asked the girl gently trying to not to scare her too much.

“I’m Alina… just Alina” The girl said quietly. John picked up the girl holding her as if she was glass.

“From today you will be Alina Jovonovich Wick” He said.

“Two last names?” Alina asked curiously.

“Yeah” John answered with a little smile on his face.

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So this is kind of like a prologue. If people will like it I might continue it. Please tell me your opinion on this.😊

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