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wiinterz · 3 months

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once lost, now found | john wick

pairing: john wick x black plus size fem!reader

genre: established relationship, one-shot

warnings: canon!john, typical violence, kidnapped!reader, physical violence, character death, angst, fluff

word count: 1.5k

summary: being in the crossfire of john’s old life, there’s a realization that he’ll always pick you over anything and anyone in his life; himself included.

☏ ᴛᴀʏ’s ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs: old one-shot!

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PATTERS OF RAIN HIT against a tin can that was laid on a concrete slab. The moon’s crescent-shaped the city into one walking circle. And street lights flickered as sounds of drunks, cars, and sobers moved around to find somewhere they could call home.

Chestnut-colored eyes peeked at a nearby building, white paint completely blocked out with graffiti, and cigarettes crushed up and tossed on the floor. Feeling your tired body being dragged to the empty building, your stomach turns as your bottom eyelashes catch your slipping tears, making sure they stayed on your waterline as the peculiar man had closed your mouth with tape. Your hands and legs were roped up, your body resting on the stranger’s left shoulder as he grumbled about your man, John.

Hearing his grating voice complain about John, and how stupid he is to have a woman knowing his job takes anything pure from him. Your chest raises high and fast, trying to keep yourself from freaking out as he places your body down on a metal chair, the coldness of the metal shocks your body, making you whimper.

He makes a hoarse laugh, pulling the tape off your mouth as he stuffs a shirt in your mouth, forcing you to gag on it.

He pushed your chair against a metal table, sitting beside you as he picks up a bottle of water and drink it.

“Ora aspettiamo The Babayaga.” He lets out another laugh, sighing to himself as he drinks the water, his watch ticking for a show.

John was in the middle of slicing a man’s arm off in a closed clothing store, the lights still on as dead bodies piled up around him. The more he killed, the more they ran to him, only to be shot down by his gun.

Anger riled his soul, hurt taking over in his eyes as his mind replayed the screams that left your mouth. He wondered how did you slip away from him in such little time?

Killing the last man as he placed a sword against his neck and his gun behind it, John shoots and pulls the sword back, watching the man fall to the floor, face hitting against someone’s dead body.

John’s hair was now messed up and wet with sweat and blood, his face had tiny splatters, some so close to his eye as his blue t-shirt and black pants became stained permanently. He had lots of wounds on him, the back of his shirt slightly ripped showing a large diagonal cut on him.

Picking up another gun, he checks to make sure there was enough ammo in it. Once he walks out of the shop, he grunts, feeling like he lost a huge part of himself and dignity as the night prolongs.

He could only think back to you, worrying if you were in pain, if you were bruised or cut up. He could only imagine what he would do if he saw even a little paper cut on you by the man that caused this to happen.

His shoes scrape against the floor, knowing where to go. He knew deep in his heart who caused this, who betrayed his promise.

A groan escapes from his lips, his bloody hands falling to rest on the wall before he walks into the empty building. He stands there for a moment, regaining his strength and energy.

Once he breathes out heavily, John’s eyes ignite with despise as he hears a muffled laugh.

Making his way in, he pushes a door open down the long hallway, seeing a dim light create the ability to see. His heart stops in seconds, breath caught in his mouth as your eyelash lets a tear escape like a leaf letting a raindrop hit to another leaf.

There he stood, the man you fell in love with for a lifetime and more. He held a gun under his arm, his eyes soften at the sight of you. Your hair is a mess, your mouth is forced to bite against the shirt, and you sitting patiently and scared.

He then looks at the man that sat beside you, looking at his expensive silver watch with gold in the middle. Silver-fox short hair, with skin pale as sand, fingernails clipped, his pinky finger long and slim as possible. His lips were light pink and plump and wrinkles appeared under his eyes as he smiled at John.

“So glad you could make it to the family dinner, Wick.” The man announces, a hearty laugh escaping his lips while John rolls his eyes, then looks back at you, motioning his fingers to see if you were okay. You motioned back to him a no, and he sighs.

“Giosuè,” is all he mutters out, keeping himself calm and collected as always as if you didn’t exist in the room. He had to do that, to keep you alive, to see you breathe. A fraction of his heart had been shut down from the death of Helen and the last thing he needed was to see you murdered; something that can be prevented.

Giosuè looks back at you, pushing your chin up a little, forcing you to stare at John while tears continue to fall, trickling to Giosuè’s fingers.

“Pretty girl, sad to see you like this.” He points out, moving his hand away as John squints a little, feeling his heart become slashed.

“You see, you made a promise…that if and when you come back, I would be the first person to see you. You also promised me the killing of my brother and father, we made that promise when you were leaving home. To go to what? Normalcy? John Wick, The Babayaga…begs to find normalcy in a cold world, that he, made people fear him. Damn.”

Giosuè’s Italian accent comes out, standing from his chair, a gun resting in his back pocket, your eyes widened once you see it, alarming John.

“I’m mad now, because of you and your broken promises, my brother and father…hm whatever, you know the story.” He chuckles, sighing heavily once he finally reaches John, standing in front of him as John’s face stays relaxed, not a smirk, or a sign of worry.

John looks down at Giosuè and scoffs, “And you bring my girlfriend into your family affairs.” His voice showed no emotion, John went into a state you’ve never seen him in.

“She’s a pretty girl, and you know how I am…I like pretty things…I see pretty I take it.” Giosuè looks back at you and tilts his head with a smile. “You crying? John look she’s crying.” He lets out a maniacal laugh as he turns back to John whose eyes pierce your soul.

He had a different type of attitude when it came to your safety, your life before his, forever and always.

“Mmh.” The only thing that slips out from his lips, you continue to cry, trying to believe John will get you out of here safely. His hand pulls out a dart, one of the darts an assassin tried to use on him. Giosuè was too busy mocking you, calling you adorable for becoming hysterical in a situation like this.

John walks up behind Giosuè, the dart held between his index and middle fingers. He held his breath, making mental notes on how Giosuè moved his body.

As a ticking bomb, John’s fingers stifled Giosuè’s neck, the dart pushing into him. In hindsight, John hasn’t been sure if his plan would work out correctly. The only way to know was the outcome, and each ending dealt with you being freed.

Yet as Giosuè abruptly stopped taunting you, his hand quickly goes to behind his neck where John pulls the dart swiftly. Once he sees Giosuè's hand, he shoves the dart back in the middle of it, making Giosuè yell in terror. John then takes out a gun from behind him and shoots his spine, then Giosuè’s knee pit.

Giosuè’s body plummets down to the floor, and a terror of screams leaves his lips. His fingers scrape the floor, trying to crawl to you yet, John shoots him in the head, watching his body jolt a little.

John’s eyes dart back at you and puts up his gun while picking up Giosuè’s. You soaked the t-shirt with your saliva and tears, your dark brown skin bruise with purple and a bit of red from the tight bounds. Making his way to you, his right hand pulls your face up to him, he has tears ready to fall, yet he doesn’t.

His soul had become a cage of his nightmares, banging against his heart each time he saw you. If he could create heaven, he would simply make you the goddess of it. If he had a paint brush he would paint calligraphy and fill empty canvases of you and about you. His heart rang out for you, slipping into your hands and hoping you would restore whatever was taken away from it.

Taking a pocket knife out, John cuts the ropes off you, pulling the t-shirt out of your mouth as you could finally relax your jaw. His thumb comes across your face, catching pretty salts. Your breath pattern started to slowly go back to normal. Feeling his right hand pick up your wrist, he grunts at the makeshift bruises and cuts on your pretty skin.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” He lets out a staggering breath, his voice almost getting caught in his throat. He rubbed your wrists, wrists that had fibers of straw in them. He brings up your right wrist to his lips and kisses it, taking up your other wrist he kisses it up to your shoulder. Looking back at you, his hands immediately wrap around you, holding you tightly as if he relives the time he was told Helen was dying.

You take a moment to wrap your arms around him and when you do, your body is in alarm from the pain that spikes you. You rest your head on his shoulder, allowing your body to be loose on him. Your tears soaked the wounds he earned.

You held onto Johnathan as if you both were at sea, bodies laid on a raft, and the ocean roared throughout the night with tides trying to pull you in a different direction.

John pulls away, looking at you with tears, your weakened hand rests on his cheek. Pulling him closer to you, you press your lips against his, holding him for a moment as your tears intertwine with his.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” He repeats, his words getting stronger each time, making you believe it.

You lay your body on him, permitting him to pick you up bridal style. His eyes fixated on yours as his heart beats at the same rate as yours, finally back to normalcy again.

When he went too far he returned to the same man you fell in love with years ago. When you disappeared you came back as the goddess of his dreams, the one that lit the candles in his heart when they left.

John found his normalcy once again and this time, he promised to not fail like the last.

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paleepeaches · 14 days

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John Wick Yandere Headcanons

Never done this before so be kind to me! But anyway I just had these thoughts and needed to word vomit them up!

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, ddlg,

A/N: Wouldn't a fic be cute?

Okay so I know I'm not the first to say this and won't be the last but John is a fucking Yandere.

He's a full-blown stalker who probably sees you at a bar or even something so normal as a grocery store.

This man is LONELY af. Since Helen passed he can not find someone else for the life of him.

That's until you come along with your pretty doe eyes and sweet nature.

You can be younger than him and he'll be fine with it. John doesn't mind babysitting a cute bimbo like you

You'll catch his eye with your soft voice and sweet smile. Most people his age have a smoker's voice or are married.

He becomes OBSESSED with you quickly. I mean very swift like within 2 days of seeing you not even talking.

He'll just stalk tf out of you probably at your work. He'll see you bagging groceries or serving drinks and just observe you with customers.

He'll take note of what days you work and don't. He'll mark it on his calendar, and circle it in red like the old man he is.

Once he figures out your schedule and what time you get off, what route you take, if you drive or walk he'll follow you.

He's a skilled hitman so he knows how to disappear and follow someone without them noticing.

He'll stalk you all the way to your apartment and once he's sure you're asleep he'll break in.

He's scoped out your place enough to deduct that you have no pets. Even if you did he'd know how to handle a dog.

John is precise and determined which is why he'd be so keen on placing hidden cameras all over your house.

He'd position them in the living room, kitchen, shower, and even your bedroom.

He'd want to see your most intimate and private moments but not totally invade it.

Of course, you wouldn't find out. Your head is too stuffed in your phone scrolling through social media or online shopping. You got an addiction but it's okay once you're his he'll spoil you! John has a lot of pocket money from all his jobs!

How will he get you?

John doesn't half-ass anything. He's learned to see through tough missions. Even ones he didn't enjoy. Capturing you though...? He would enjoy it.

He'd enjoy setting a date, waiting outside your apartment with his car off.

He'd prepared all the necessary equipment such as ropes, duct tape, and a gun if he needed to threaten you but he'd find that would only scare you more and he didn't want his little girl frightened of him.

He'd go about it more skillfully, more stealthy.

John entered your home after he was sure you entered the deepest REM cycle. He snuck in the window you often left open. Poor forgetful you, always leaving windows unlocked.

One time he found your door unlocked which was a dreadful surprise for him. He locked it right after he watched you sleep for a whole two hours.

See? You needed him to look after you. He'd try to justify his insane actions with that.

With a completely guilt-free head, he'd enter your home, make his way into your bedroom, and see you asleep all cuddled up in your pink plush covers.

You'd look so cute and docile breathing softly.

He'd smile, admiring you before pulling out a clean needled from his jacket pocket. John pricked the needle into a vial of clear liquid, sucking up the fluid before administrating it to you.

Your eyes didn't even flutter open as he injected it.

"Such a good girl." John would speak softly to you, smoothing down your hair and kissing your forehead.

He'd pack your favorite stuffed animal, clothes, and even your cute collections of calico critters or sonny angels, whatever cute trinkets you collected.

He'd want you to feel comfortable at his home. Y'all's home.

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pink3princess · 11 months

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john wick x reader hc/ramble

cw/tw: um..a little silly, a little goofy, a little fluff, age gap ( reader is 20+, John is in his 40’s), mentions of tattoos, gn!reader

an: I’m in my keanu reeves era; also this gif makes me dizzy🥴😵; anyways enjoy whores

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first of all heS GENTLE I DONT CARE WHAT ANYONE ELSE SAYS HES MY POOKIE BEAR CUDDLE MUFFIN

oh my god his hugs :(

i just need to lay down on his chest and for him to rub his hand up and down my back reassuringly after a long day >:(

he loves when you scratch his beard like a dog(is this weird lol) he finds it so domestic and intimate

ok so...he’s old, so let’s imagine he stayed out of the crime world… he has such old guy hobbies its so cute (he's beekeeping age yk)

he’s into gardening, he's in a band (bassist duh), he fixes up cars and motorcycles

the first time you noticed his back tattoo was when you two went swimming for the first time together

you didn't want to be a creep, but you had to stop yourself from drooling over it the rest of the day

you actually had to stop yourself from licking him head to toe like a popsicle but

speaking of tattoos, he LOOOOVES when you trace his back tattoo; if he can't sleep and you start to trace the pattern, he just melts

and if you have tattoos, he loves to do the same to you

he'll kind of lull you to sleep like that, taking his time with light kisses in between

on another note...i bet he does the 'dad on a vacation snoring so loud he has shaken then entire room awake' snore

and when you get woken up by said snore you're a little annoyed, but whenever this happens you just move to the guest room

after moving to the guest room and getting settled down, you get woken up ....again, only to see this BIG SCARY 6 FOOT ASSASSIN curled up next to you under the covers, hugging your waist as if you were a stuffed animal he couldn't sleep without :(

and you're like "...i actually came in here to remove myself from you-"

he's creeps around the house very quietly, almost like a ghost (unintentionally)

you could be doing laundry, folding the clothes and when you turn around to put them away, he's just there in the doorway like 🧍‍♂️ scaring the life out of you

once you two move in together, he'll gift you a dog :( like you're own little family :(

assuming that reader is in their 20's and john is in is 40's, how could you possibly pass up any opportunity to make old man jokes about him <3

" you know, in a couple of years i get to put you in the old folks home..."

"yeah right🙄, i'd like to see you try honey"

he takes care of you in every way; he makes sure you take your meds, and that you eat at least three meals a day; small everyday things like that :(

if you fail a big test or have a bad day at work he's waiting for you at home with a tub of icecream and ready to spoil you with affection

even tho he's a man of very little words, he'll know exactly what to say to make you feel better with words of praise and affection :(

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iovesia · 2 months

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Keanuverse as dads? :3 i think jw would be such a girl-dad !!

content : fem!reader. dad au. fluffies. & angst. brief mentions of abuse (not from keanuverse guys).

john wick — most definitely a girl dad! he would spoil your little girl to pieces. any barbie, dollhouse, dress, bows she wants? she gets! on valentine's day, he brings flowers for you and your daughter: his two special ladies ♡ he'd be hesitant to be strict / discipline her because of his own traumas. growing up in the ruska roma where he'd be whipped or beaten for a single mess up— he's so worried about projecting on his babygirl :(

the two of you sometimes argue about this: you wanting to be the fun-parent for once, and john's reluctance to be bad-cop sometimes. eventually he realises he can't let your daughter act out whenever her spoiled little self wants to. he's very gentle parenting coded (in a good way).

he feels so guilty he can't spend more time with you and your child. if he's still in the assasin world by the time you have a kid, he's always keeping tabs on you, or making the two of you stay at the continental for his piece of mind. winston and charon are more than happy to have you and your daughter stay in the nicest room available (they're the fun uncles!). he of course brings back gifts for you two!

great dad vibes: solid 9/10.

john constantine — oh my word .. this one's complicated. i don't think constantine would ever explicitly want kids / not want kids (he says he hasn't thought much about it). but soon enough, he greatly underestimates how much work it is to raise a child.

he's naturally a very detached person, and like most parents he'd be very stressed around the baby / toddler stage. you almost have to scold him when you catch him taking a smoke break for the fourth time in a day.

he loves his child obviously, but having not grown up with the most affectionate parents, i think he just doesn't realise how much TLC your little rascal needs. so he shows his love for your kid by at least spending time with them or teaching them stuff. constantine and you are definitely blessed with a wild child. a kid with a taste for mischief. (gets it from constantine .. obvi).

you often find constantine and your child sat together in the living room, and he's showing off explaining some cool gear or legends about his escapades. your child just giggles, asking for more! more stories! it makes your heart warm seeing your child curled up against his side, and you see that rare grin on constantine's face.

decent dad vibes: 7/10.

kevin lomax — i'm gonna be so for reals ... him having a kid with you is like 70% for image sake and 30% out of genuine desire for a kid. he loves the little guy! definitely .. just make sure he smiles when the cameras are pointed at him. like john, he's working like 24/7 and is the typical rich-dad-absent-father archetype.

it's mainly you doing a lot of the disciplining and parenting, while he's kind of the fun dad who takes everyone to disney. kevin has a lot of connections and would be so excited if your kid expressed even an inch of interest in being a lawyer. nepo baby era for your kiddo.

as physically absent as he is— nobody fucks with his kid! he's still protective over his family (ehem.. his image). if your child ever pulls some crap in school, kevin's gonna be in the principal's office, pulling that typical "we'll sue you and this damn school" bullshit. and with the devil on his side, you know damn well he'll win 😭

.. better than milton at least: 6.5/10

send me more thoughts!

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telekinesis-mind-control-comics · 3 months

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smuttyfantasyrecs · 11 months

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John Wick

🦋 alone together 🦋

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🦋 compliant 🦋

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🦋 can it wait 🦋

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🦋 bedroom window 🦋 wedding bells 🦋 burning desire 🦋

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🦋 santa baby 🦋

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🦋 motorcycle man 🦋

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thebookbutterfly · 6 months

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°•. John Wick .•°

Fan fiction recommendations from BB’s Bookshelf. All my favourite John Wick works in one place.

⭐️ = One of my favourites.

ONESHOTS:

🦋 Friday Night [Fluff, Hurt/Comfort] It’s been a very long week. Fortunately John is there to make it all better. Domestic fluff. << Gender Neutral Reader, Mentions of bruising >>

🦋 Sick Day [Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Light Angst] Your favourite boogeyman gets taken down by the common flu, so you look after him the way you always do. << Gender Neutral Reader, Descriptions of Illness >>

🦋 Fortis Fortuna Adiuvat [Slight Angst, Fluff] John confronts you after you disobeyed an order and put your life at risk for him. The conversation takes a turn when confessions arise. << Gender Neutral Reader, Canon Typical Injury, Mentions of Canon Typical Violence >> ⭐️

🦋 Together [Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort] Left with no choice but to defend your little family, you are forced to shoot someone for the first time. John comforts you. << Gender Neutral Reader, Canon Typical Violence >> ⭐️

🦋 Saved [Hurt/Comfort, Fluff] You have managed to cross the wrong person and land up with a bounty on your head. John is more than willing to come to the rescue of an old friend and feelings that were once forgotten resurface. << Female Reader, Canon Typical Violence, Canon Typical Injury >>

🦋 Baba Yaga’s Cure for Period Cramps [Fluff, Hurt/Comfort] Period cramps are the worst but comfort from John is the best. << AFAB Reader >>

🦋 Ghosts [Angst, Fluff] A phone call from a stranger with news about a man from a life you had left behind a long time ago, brings back many memories, making you travel from France to New York City for one last time. Only for a promise made twenty years ago to wait for you once you are back home. << Female Reader, SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 4 >> ⭐️

🦋 Blackout [Fluff] All the Christmas decorations are up but the power is off. You and John find ways to pass the time. << Female Reader >>

SERIES:

🦋 Coming Soon!

DRABBLES:

🦋 Kisses in the Dark [Fluff] John comes home late after a job and tries not to wake you. Thanks to Dog his attempt proves unsuccessful. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

🦋 Safe and Sound [Hurt/Comfort, Fluff] John comes home from a job sore and bruised. You take care of him and give him a much needed back rub. << Gender Neutral Reader, Canon Typical Injuries >>

🦋 Vet Bills [Fluff] Dog has been been behaving oddly. When John takes him to the vet he gets more than just a diagnosis of Dog’s pollen allergy, he gets a crush too. << Female Reader >>

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daddy-issues-99 · 10 months

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Step Dad John wick x Reader~Smut

Notes: AFAB reader, Daddy kink, virgin reader, slight bdsm, implied age gap.

You always wanted your mom to be happy and after she met John she finally was. But you felt otherwise.

When you first met John your mom had brought him over to have dinner together. The minute you saw him you got butterflies. He was handsome, tall, mysterious, just perfect.

Throughout the night you couldn't help stare at him. When you would quickly glance at him, he would be looking at you as well.

From then on that's how it went but for your moms sake you tried to ignore him. You wanted her to be happy, not ruin her happiness by ruining her relationship.

After they got married you and your mom moved in with John. His house was huge, lots of rooms and beautiful design. Your mom and John let you have the bedroom on the far side of the house to be able to have some privacy while they got the master bedroom on the other side of the house.

It was annoying trying to move your stuff into a room that far away but luckily John moved most of the stuff in for you. You busied yourself with unpacking trying to avoid the tension between you and John.

Finally everything was moved. Your mom had moved the bed in and decided to call it a night and go to bed early, leaving you to unpack the rest of your things.

You had finally got your bed set up and plopped down on your bed.

"Very nice." You jumped up at the sound of John's voice from behind you. He was leaning against your door frame towering over you sitting on your bed.

"John! You scared me, I thought you were in bed. What are you doing here?" He smirked walking towards the bed closing the door.

"Just seeing my favorite girl. Your the only one on this side of the house, doesn't it get lonely?" He said raising his hand to caress your cheek with his thumb.

You blushed, holding your thighs together. "I-I manage. What about you though, you've worked so hard moving us in, aren't you tired?" You said trying to ignore your nerves.

"Actually yes, I could really use some stress relief. " he said lifting your head with his index finger and thumb.

"Like what?" You asked blushing, trying to sound calm.

John smirked letting out a dry laugh. "Darling don't try to hide your true feelings from me. I see how you look at me. How those pretty eyes stare at me, longing for my touch. How you lay in bed at night, letting you hand wander between your thighs wishing it was me teasing you. How you quietly moan my name when you come undone. Don't lie to me princess. Tell me what you want? "

"You. I want you John."

"Good girl."

John gently pushed you back onto your bed giving you a passionate kiss. His hand trailed to your neck and gently squeezed causing a small moan to escape your mouth. The kiss soon because sloppy moving to your jaw like and your neck.

John lifted your shirt and started to caress you breasts, pinching your nipples causing you to gasp. "Such pretty noises. All for me. "

"Only for you Daddy." John continued his assault on your neck leaving hickeys and bite marks untill he reached the neckline of your shirt.

"Take these clothes off, I wanna see that beautiful body you've been hiding from me."

You quickly got up from the bed as John repositioned himself to watch you. You took off your shirt and shorts. You moved up to un clip your bra but stopped.

You slowly tried to cover yourself with your arms, embarrassed.

"Well? " John asked. You glanced up at him blushing violently. "I-I don't know what exactly I'm supposed to do" you said letting out a nervous laugh.

John slowly stood up with a smirk on his face. "You've never been with another man?" He said, standing inches from you. "No, you're my first."

He slowly lifted you chin up, giving you a gentle kiss on the lips. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. If you ever want to stop just say so. Okay? " You nodded in response.

"Now let's get these clothes off." He slowly moved his hands to your chest, gently fondling your breasts. He unclasped your bra letting it fall to the floor. "So pretty."

He slowly moved his hands down your sides caressing your waist and hips. "Your so perfect." "Please John" "Please what? "

"Please Daddy I need you!"

"Good girl."

He gave you one last rough kiss on the mouth before directing you to the bed. "On you hands and knees."

You quickly moved to the bed and got into position gripping the sheets. John slowly got up on the bed, discarding pieces of clothing in his path.

The positioned himself behind you, his shirt discarded showing his abs. He caressed your ass, massaging the soft flesh. "So fuckin beautiful. If I'm being to rough at any time please let me know. Okay?"

"Yes Daddy! Please just fuck me! Beat me, bite me, whip me, anything! Just fuck me! "

"So needy. " John gave a quick smack to your ass and moved your panties out of the way before slipping one finger into your cunt. You moaned at the sudden feeling. "Your so tight. Just one finger could fill you up. But I don't think that's enough." He slowly added a second finger, spreading them apart and stretching you out.

He slowly began to move as a sickeningly slow pace. "Please Daddy." "Please what princess?" "Please I need more!"

"I don't wanna break you princess." "Please! I-I have some lube-in the dresser!"

"I thought you said you were a virgin sweetheart?" He asked with a confused expression. "I bought... I bought it for you. " you said burying your face in the pillow trying to hide your embarrassment.

"Oh, such a needy slut. I love it. "

John quickly went to the dresser and retrieved the lube you had hidden under your clothes.

He sat back on the bed positioning himself behind you. He pulled his cock out from his pants, took a condom out of his pocket and put it on. You looked back and let out a whimper "Are you gonna fit? " you asked as he applied the lube. "Don't worry princess. The little present you bought me will do just fine."

You let out a nervous laugh, thanking yourself for buying the lube when you had.

John positioned himself between your folds, grabbing your waist to ground himself. He slowly slid in to you as you practically screamed from a mix of pain and pleasure.

You buried your face in your pillow. It felt like you were getting split in half. John leaned over and kissed your shoulder and neck, gently caressing your sides. "Are you okay?" He asked. "I'm fine, just give me a minute."

After a moment John slowly started to move. First only a little but after a moment he was bottomed out. He pounded into you with pure force, rocking the bed frame. You were lucky you weren't close to the other bedrooms in the house.

John quickly slapped your ass and massaged the hand print he made. "Who's Daddy's good fucking girl?" "I am Daddy! I'm your good girl!" He delivered another rough slap to your ass. He moved one of his hands to your clit and started rubbing the sensitive bud.

You let out a moan at the sudden feeling and covered your mouth but John soon grabbed your arm. "Don't you dare hide those pretty noises from me. Understood? " "Yes Daddy."

"Good Girl. Now, why don't you ride daddy's cock. " John quickly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty from the loss of contact. John sat on the side of the bed and guided you over his cock lowering you onto it. You threw your head back in pleasure.

You quickly began moving, John placing his hands on your hips helping you move. He moved one hand to your clip rubbing it in quick circles. You were practically screaming from pleasure. "You like riding Daddy's cock. Hmm? Like Daddy filling you up?"

"Yes daddy! I-I love it." John slapped your ass as you continued to ride his cock. His mouth quickly went to yours giving you a sloppy kiss as his tough slid into your mouth. He continued slapped you thighs and ass as you both felt your orgasm coming on.

"Daddy I'm close." "Come on my cock princess. Milk Daddy's cock!" He began thrusting up into you even harder, his thrust becoming sloppier by the second.

Within seconds you came on his cock, bidding your face in the crook of his neck and you let out a string of curses.

John soon followed letting out a growl, roughly gripping your sides that would surly leave a bruise.

You respect your head on John's shoulder, both of you catching your breath, coming down from your highs. "Did you enjoy yourself princess?" John asked gently caressing your curves.

"Yes Daddy. Thank you~" you said gently giving him a kiss, resting your forehead against his. "I love you princess." "I love you too Daddy. "

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Home Away From Home | John Wick x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ “Look, I can keep you safe here”With John wick please ❞

: ̗̀➛ You give John Wick your protection, promising to keep him safe; but that doesn't mean he won't be on edge.

Trigger warnings : ̗̀➛ swearing, mentions of violence & death

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You grumbled softly as you turned over, lying on your side as you slowly reached out, sighing with relief when your fingertips met a coarse, short beard.

A small smile came to your lips as you hummed softly, daring to finally open your eyes; John was still sound asleep, his brown eyes hidden away and his long hair falling onto his face.

You watched him for a moment, glad that he was relaxed enough to actually sleep so deeply; you couldn't remember the last time he had done that.

You had promised to protect him and his dog, you had promised to make sure that no one would ever hurt them - you told him that they would both be safe under the roof of your safe house.

Seemingly a million miles away from the entire world, it was shrouded amongst the dense woodland; the terrain was difficult to navigate, a mix of slick clay and mud with a suction-like quality to it.

One wrong step, and it was easy to get swallowed into the ground. Completely off the grid, you had a few contacts in good places to ensure that you would never be disturbed - even if you were harbouring the boogeyman himself.

You trailed your hand down to his shoulder, letting your fingers gently drift across the small and large scars until you started to close your eyes again. But when John grumbled and yawned softly, you knew that it was probably about time to get up anyway.

He slowly sat up, exposing his bare torso as he stretched before settling with his back against the headboard; a long and drawn-out sigh leaving him. You stayed still but looked up at him as you dared to smile again.

"Sleep well?"

John nodded, raking a hand through his long and tousseled hair as he tried to clear the sleep from himself. "Yeah..."

You took that as your sign, wriggling around until you could put your head on his shoulder, still half laid down as you hummed softly. "You don't have to get up yet, y'know. You're safe here, completely off grid - nobody's gonna find you."

He gave you a short look before grumbling under his breath and letting some of the tension release from his shoulders; it would take so long to get used to. Being safe. After everything that he and his dog had been through, safety seemed like such a distant and unachievable luxury; something that they could never have.

Yet John had found you again... well, you had found him. Taken him and his dog in, gave them somewhere safe; they wouldn't need to worry, and although he knew that, there was something in him saying that it was too good to be true.

There was a bounty on his head large enough to make even Kings wince at the sum. Feeling safe wasn't exactly as easy as breathing. It wasn't exactly as easy as the way his hand found yours and held it tightly.

John had been certain that he would never feel what he had felt for Helen again, but you didn't expect him to; you made sure that he knew that he did not have to forget her, and that he did not have to rush into things.

You made sure that she still remained with him, and that he knew that he didn't have to leave her entirely behind. Helen was a huge part of John's life, you didn't want him to force her out of his heart. You couldn't.

Yet his hand still easily found its way to yours, and the way he leaned into you made you smile; in his own way, John had made space for you as well, and that was all you could ask for.

But the sound of a loud yelp from the foot of the bed caught both yours and his attention, and you laughed softly when you realised that his dog was still sound asleep in his usual space. The big, blue pitbull was on his back with his lips flopped back as he snored and yelped, making you laugh softly as you shook your head.

Your own dog, a big, blue greyhound with yellow eyes, was also sprawled out in his favourite spot; his head next to John's dogs, and his tail wagging wildly. He was glad to have someone to play with, especially when playing meant barking at each other and then chasing one another around the woods.

"At least they're getting along," you mused.

John nodded in agreement as he sucked in a breath. "I should go check the perimeter..."

You shook your head, gently pushing him back down and leaning on his chest as you loomed over him, holding his gaze. "John, look, I can keep you safe here, you don't need to do perimeter checks. You don't need to worry about anything... except maybe the dogs chasing off cats but that's nothing."

He wanted to laugh, but he knew the size of the bounty, and he knew that the Continental would never rest until they found him and had him dead; he did relax a little bit, but not nearly enough as he nodded curtly. "You're right."

"Just relax," you told him, lying down next to him and yawning softly. "You're... home away from home."

He nodded in agreement, chewing at the inside of his lip. Of course John was aware that you could look after yourself, and he had no doubt about your abilities either; but just as much as you wanted to protect him and keep him safe, he wanted to do the same for you.

You were important to him, even if he didn't show it or say it as often as he should have, but he knew that you were aware of it at least. He was fond, and he didn't want anything to happen to you just as much as you didn't want it to happen to him.

He sighed, wishing that for once he could just let his guard down; maybe in a day or so he could. He knew that you could tell he was on edge, and it left an awful taste in his mouth.

"Go back to sleep," you mumbled, kissing his bare shoulder. "We've got all the time in the world."

Slowly, John put his arm around you, and smiled a little as he closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

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konstanz-69 · 2 months

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J. Wick x babysiter! Reader

Word count- 2737

Warnings- none

Fluff

I wake up at 5:48 am to Jessie jumping on my bed. "Dad left," the child whines, sitting beside me. I just smile at her.

"Yeah, he said he was leaving early," I reply, getting out of bed as she follows me to the kitchen. "What would you like for breakfast?" I ask, opening the fridge.

"Ice cream," she says excitedly, thinking I might let it slide. I shake my head no, looking at her.

"How about pancakes?" I suggest, shutting the fridge. She nods eagerly, and I chuckle. I start making the pancakes.

I set a plate of cut-up pancakes in front of Jessie. "Here you go, kiddo," I smile, patting her head and sitting next to her.

"Thank you," she smiles and starts eating. I watch to make sure she doesn't choke. Soon, she finishes eating and goes to her room to get changed. I do the same, throwing on a pair of black sweatpants and a band tee.

We take a walk in the park, and she goes to play on the playground. I watch her, occasionally checking the time until I receive a call. I smile as I see "Mr. Wick" on the screen and pick up the phone.

"I won't be home tonight. Tell Jess I'm sorry," he sighs. "I don't know when I'll be home."

I glance at the smiling girl, knowing she'll be disappointed. "It's okay, Mr. Wick, we'll have a girls' night."

I can hear him chuckle softly. "I'll send you some money for you to go shopping together."

"Okay, Mr. Wick, you be careful," I smile.

"You too, Y/N," he says before hanging up. I sigh, looking at Jessie as she runs up to me.

"Are we shopping?" Jessie asks excitedly, grabbing my arm tightly. She doesn't seem too bothered by the fact that John won't be home tonight, which is good. It shows that she's happy with me and likes spending time with me.

I smile. "Yep, where do you want to go?"

"Can we go to the toy shop first?" Jessie asks eagerly. She loves playing with toys and seeing all the different stuff there is.

"Okay, are you ready to leave?"

"Mhm!" Jessie says excitedly, nodding her head quickly. She's already bouncing on her toes, ready to go.

I chuckle and grab my bag and her hand. "Then let's get going."

Jessie smiles and follows you closely, excited to get to the toy shop. It's always a fun experience for her. She loves the selection at the store and can't wait to see what new toys she will find. She smiles widely as you lead her there.

We soon arrive at the toy store, and Jessie's eyes widen at the sight of the huge selection. She can't believe how many toys there are to choose from and can barely contain her excitement. Letting out a small squeal, she starts looking around at all the different options, eager to explore the whole shop.

"Go ahead, I'll watch you," I say.

"OK!" Jessie responds excitedly, dashing into the toy store. She quickly disappears among the colorful toys and games, her giggles and squeals of excitement echoing through the store.

I follow behind her, keeping a close eye on her as she examines each toy carefully. I'm impressed by her attention to detail and how she carefully considers each toy before choosing. She's very picky and only selects items that will provide her with hours of enjoyment. It's clear she's taking this decision seriously, wanting to make sure she gets exactly what she wants.

Eventually, Jessie comes across a small doll that catches her eye. It's an angel doll with wings and a delicate face. She looks up at me with excitement and holds the doll out for me to see.

I examine the doll's wings and black hair. "Yes, that one is very pretty."

"Do you want this one?" Jessie asks eagerly, practically begging me to let her have it. She clutches the doll to her body, clearly enamored with it already.

"Yes, let's get that one," I agree, knowing how much she wants it.

"Can we get ice cream?" Jessie asks excitedly, hoping for a treat after her good behavior.

I nod, and we check out. As we drive home, it starts to rain, dampening the idea of going out for ice cream.

"Hey, how about we go home and I order some ice cream, maybe Ben and Jerry's?" I suggest.

"Really?" Jessie squeals excitedly, thrilled at the prospect of getting ice cream and spending a cozy afternoon at home together. She nods eagerly, fully on board with the plan.

You and Jessie curl up together on the couch, enjoying the soothing comfort of the rainy day. The sound of the rain and the movie creates a relaxing atmosphere, and Jessie feels safe and snuggly. The warmth of the blanket and the closeness of your body make her feel comfortable and loved. She leans against you and smiles contentedly.

As we're enjoying our ice cream, John walks through the door, looking a little scratched up and tired.

"Dad!" Jessie runs up to John and hugs him tightly, concerned about his state. She can smell the blood and sense that he's been through a tough time, but she doesn't need to know the details. All she wants is for her dad to be okay. She looks up at him with worry and concern in her eyes.

John smiles softly, wrapping his arms around her to reassure her. He's touched by her concern and affection. Despite his weariness, seeing her brings him relief and happiness. She's a source of light and hope on this dark, rainy day. He pulls her in close, ruffles her hair, and kisses her gently on the forehead.

I smile, observing their interaction. John is so gentle and caring towards her, and it warms my heart to see the together

John continues to interact with Jessie in a gentle and caring way, displaying love and affection. He appears to cherish their time together and is deeply invested in her well-being and happiness. Ruffling her hair and kissing her on the forehead again, Jessie smiles back at him, relishing his affection. She adores these moments, looking up to him as a significant and cherished figure in her life.

As I walk in, I sigh, "Hey, sweetie, it's time to go lay down."

I gather our bowls and proceed to finish the dishes, realizing it's already 9 pm.

Jessie looks a bit startled by the sudden instruction to go to bed. Glancing at John for confirmation, she reluctantly rises from the couch, torn between wanting to stay by his side and the necessity of bedtime. She approaches me, feeling a bit nervous about going to bed.

"Do you want your dad to tuck you in?" I ask, gently petting her hair.

"Yay!" Jessie responds excitedly, her smile widening. She loves it when John tucks her in and eagerly nods her head, looking back at John with sparkling eyes, awaiting his presence in her bedroom.

I nod and go to fetch John.

John follows me into the bedroom, his steps deliberate and careful. Despite a few scratches and bruises on his face, and evident fatigue, he sets aside his own weariness to focus on Jessie's needs. Upon entering, he smiles warmly at her, recognizing her excitement and request for him to tuck her in.

With fondness, John walks over to the bed where Jessie eagerly awaits. She beams at him, both thrilled and concerned about his fatigue. However, John appears not overly tired and gladly accepts the invitation to tuck her in and read her a bedtime story.

Soon, he walked out of the room to find me on the couch watching the TV

John walks out of the room with a soft smile on his face, happy to know that his daughter is now safe and tucked in bed. He walks over to you, where you're watching the TV. He looks at you for a moment and then speaks in a soft tone.

"She's finally asleep." John says. He's pleased that Jessie is now in bed, her little heart beat racing and her breaths steady. She's finally settled down and safe for the night. John smiles softly, enjoying the quiet moment between you two.

I nod "she give you a hard time?"

"A little bit." John rubs the back of his neck, seeming a little bit drained but happy overall. He sighs and takes a seat next to you on the couch, still taking in"Something about us... something I've been wondering..." all the peace and quiet.

My haert quickens a little. I've always found joh attractive but never let it get in that way of taking care of Jessie

John can't help but notice the slight shift in your mood as you sit next to him on the couch. He seems to have an affect on you, and you can't quite explain why. The way he smiles and glances at you makes you feel things that you never thought possible. You feel drawn to him. The thought of letting it be anything more than a professional arrangement seems like something you can't ignore anymore. He's handsome, kind, smart, and caring. He's everything you could ask for in a man.

"How was your day?

"Not great, honestly." John admits. He's usually not one to open up, but he seems comfortable enough to share his feelings with you right now. He sighs and rubs his cheek, still processing what happened earlier and his feelings surrounding it. He seems a bit shaken. He's usually very composed and stoic, but tonight, he seems more vulnerable and emotional.

"Did Jess show you the doll she got?"

"Yeah, she's been carrying it around all day. She loves that thing," John responds, nodding his head happily, seeing his daughter so thrilled with her new doll. She seems deeply attached to it, finding comfort and joy in its presence.

"Yeah, she really liked that one," I remark with a sigh, leaning back slightly. The silence that ensues is palpably awkward.

John joins in with a sigh, mirroring my posture. The room fills with an uncomfortable silence, as if something unspoken lingers between us. Tension hangs heavy in the air, neither of us willing to break it. The unease amplifies the discomfort of the moment.

"I got you ice cream... your favorite, salted caramel brownie."

John's eyes light up at the mention of the salted caramel brownie ice cream, a favorite indulgence of his. The mere thought of it ignites a spark of excitement within him, evoking a sense of hunger and desire. Amidst the simplicity of discussing ice cream, there's an underlying surrealness to our closeness, hinting at a deeper connection beyond the surface.

As we settle into a more comfortable silence, I find myself lost in introspection, the significance of this moment becoming increasingly apparent. The attraction between us is undeniable, each drawn to the other with an intensity that fills the air with tension. The energy between us crackles with anticipation, silently acknowledging the unspoken. It's only a matter of time before one of us acknowledges the palpable chemistry that lingers between us.

As the morning sun filters through the curtains, I find myself consumed by thoughts of the previous night, the tension lingering in the air like a palpable presence. John's words and gestures replay in my mind, each loop intensifying the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. There's an undeniable longing for resolution, a desire to address the unspoken undercurrents that charged the atmosphere.

In the kitchen, I set about preparing breakfast, a nervous energy coursing through me as I meticulously craft their favorite dishes. Despite the anxiety gripping my heart, there's a sense of anticipation, a hopeful flutter mingling with the apprehension. The air feels charged, as if every moment is pregnant with possibility.

With each passing second, I find myself eagerly awaiting John's arrival, yearning for his presence to quell the tumult of emotions raging within me. The thought of his daughter's infectious laughter brings a flicker of warmth to the anxious anticipation, a beacon of solace amid the uncertainty. Her joyous presence promises to infuse the morning with a sense of lightness, offering a respite from the weight of unresolved emotions.

As soon as I hear his footsteps, I spring into action, rushing to prepare his caffeine fix, a routine gesture that has become second nature to me. Despite the familiarity of the task, my anxiety mounts with each passing moment, the tension in the air almost suffocating.

"Your caffeine next to the roadster, Mr. Wick," I manage to say, my voice betraying a hint of nervousness as I focus on flipping an egg.

John enters the kitchen, his presence only adding to the heightened atmosphere. I can't help but steal glances at him, my nerves on edge as I try to gauge his reaction. His slight smile in response to my jittery demeanor does little to ease my anxiety, especially when I realize he understands the underlying reason behind it.

As he takes a sip of the coffee I prepared, I find myself holding my breath, waiting for his response. When he finally speaks, his voice breaks through the tense silence like a soothing balm.

"How'd you sleep?" he asks softly, his words offering a semblance of normalcy amidst the swirling emotions.

"Pretty good" I mumble "how about you"

John takes another sip of his coffee, his gaze softening as he meets your eyes, the tension between you both palpable. You sense his eagerness to express something, yet he waits patiently for you to initiate the conversation, respecting your pace.

As you exchange a meaningful look, John's voice fills the space, his words heartfelt and sincere. "You know, I really appreciate you," he murmurs, his tone tender and genuine. He expresses his gratitude for your cooking and the care you show towards his daughter, acknowledging the challenges you may face in your role. His voice softens further as he pulls you into a warm embrace, a gesture filled with unspoken emotions.

His touch sends a shiver down your spine, a surge of electricity coursing through you as his finger traces your chin. With each gentle caress, the connection between you deepens, igniting a flurry of emotions within you. His proximity is intoxicating, his warm breath against your skin comforting and reassuring.

As he leans in closer, your heart races with anticipation, the distance between your faces narrowing with each passing moment. His touch is tender, his presence enveloping you in a comforting embrace that sets your soul ablaze. In this intimate moment, surrounded by the aroma of breakfast and the warmth of his affection, you feel a profound connection with John, one that transcends words.

He notices your smile, a sight that warms his heart and draws him closer. Your innocent and sweet expression captivates him, and he can't help but admire the beauty of your eyes and the angelic curve of your lips. In that fleeting moment, he longs to capture the essence of your smile, to preserve it in his memory forever.

Closing the distance between you, he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a tender and unhurried kiss. The sensation is electrifying, sending a wave of euphoria through both of you. As your arms encircle his neck, pulling him closer, he feels a surge of affection and desire.

John's eyes widen in surprise as he feels you drawing him nearer, but he quickly surrenders to the enchantment of the moment. All doubts and uncertainties vanish as he loses himself in the warmth of your embrace, his worries melting away in the intensity of your connection.

Breathing in harmony, the kiss seems to stretch on endlessly, each moment filled with an intoxicating blend of passion and tenderness. Your hands trace the contours of his body, deepening the intimacy between you.

But just as you both become lost in the magic of the moment, the sound of little footsteps breaks the spell. "Dad? What are you doing?" a small voice inquires, pulling you back to reality. With a mixture of surprise and reluctance, you reluctantly part, facing the unexpected interruption together.

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