john constantine and john wick, best of both worlds.

[originally posted on my twitter @gvrfieIds]

Territorial (Vincent de Gramont x reader)

Summary: You meet your old high school crush and can't help but tell Vincent about it. But he's certainly not happy to hear this story.

Note: Takes place after my other Vincent fics, but you don't need to read them. / I wrote it in like an hour with breaks and it shows. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

Warnings: smut (fingering) so MINORS DNI!!!

“Imagine my surprise when I found out it was him! He changed so much throughout the years. He was never the type to wear suits.”

You were laughing, excited that someone from your years in high school showed up in your life again. It was a nice surprise; you used to be on good terms with him, maybe even had a crush that stayed with you in the back of your mind. And now you were working in the same office building, so the two of you were already making plans to have lunch together in the following days.

“He’s been working there for almost as long as I do. How is it that we haven’t met yet? What are the chances?” you asked your boyfriend before taking another bite of your dinner.

But Vincent remained silent, his jaw tightening as you kept talking about your old friend. It took you some minutes to finally realize he didn’t want to hear about any of this. You shut your mouth the moment it dawned on you, and bit on your lower lip as you looked down at your plate guiltily, as if you had done something wrong.

“Are you done?” he asked with a frown, and after a few moments of thinking, you nodded. “I haven’t seen you this excited about a friend before, love. Or was he more than just a friend? Do I have a reason to worry?”

You gulped loudly upon hearing his question. He could see right through you as always, he knew about your crush without you saying anything about it. Too bad that to him it didn’t matter if you still had any feelings for that guy or not. You once had and that was enough for him to get mad at you.

Because he was mad, you knew that. It wasn’t jealousy, it was pure anger that he felt times like this. Every time a guy looked at you the wrong way, every time you dared to be nice to another man, Vincent got angry and took it out on you.

Of course, he would never hit you. Sure, he would spank you, maybe even choke you a little, but all of this would happen in the safety of your bedroom. He would never seriously think about hurting you, he loved you too much for that.

Or so you thought.

Now there was a glint in his green eyes, something you had never seen before. It was pure rage, fueled by your story about this old flame. “He’s just a friend, I promise,” you tried weakly, but despite being sure you loved only him, your thin voice made even you question if it was true.

He suddenly put down his fork and knife, took a sip of his wine–his eyes never leaving yours–then stood up and extended his hand to help you up. With your legs already shaking, you took his hand and stood up as well. For the first time in a while, you had absolutely no idea what he was about to do. Was it really that bad that you were so excited about meeting an old friend?

His fingers wrapped around yours tightly enough to make you bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying out loud. You followed him across the rooms obediently, not asking him what he was planning to do now.

Once you stepped inside the bedroom, he slammed in the door and pulled you into a hungry, demanding kiss. You tried to push him away a little to breathe, but he only put his hand on the base of your skull and pulled you even closer. This was a first; he had never been this aggressive before, but now he seemed desperate to show you who you belonged to.

His hands were quick to remove your clothes when he finally let you breathe, fingers exploring every single curve of your body as if he had never seen you naked before. Then they moved between your legs, expert fingers slipping between your folds which drew a pathetic moan out of you, making you weak in the knees.

“Who do you belong to, hm?” he asked you before kissing you again. “Tell me, love, do you remember where you belong?”

“I belong to you,” you replied weakly as you put your hands on his chest to steady yourself. His fingers curled inside you, hitting just the right spot, and it was hard to keep yourself together by now. “I’m so sorry,” you added.

While his fingers were pumping at a steady pace, chasing you towards your first high, Vincent looked you in the eye and tilted his head to the side a little. “Good girl. Never forget this,” he warned you darkly.

Your first orgasm made you collapse into his arms, but he didn't seem to mind, it only made him more determined to overstimulate you. By now you knew what this was all about. He wanted to mark his territory, showing you how good he was for you, how perfectly you fit together.

Jealous Vincent wasn't new. He was rough and focused on his own needs, using you as a simple fleshlight. But territorial Vincent was someone you hadn't met before. He wasn't controlled by his anger; he was driven by something else, as if he was desperately trying to prove to you that he was the only one who had a place in your heart.

It wasn't unusual for him to focus on your needs, but this was different. You couldn't quite put a finger on what the difference was, but you could feel it in your bones that something wasn't the same.

He kept calling you a good girl, telling you how badly he needed you, how you belonged to him, and how the two of you were brought together by fate. He was almost too sentimental, something he barely was with you. If you didn't know any better, you would have assumed he was worried about losing you.

“What's wrong?” you asked when you were lying in bed with you resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him.

But he remained silent, the only reaction was the way his grip on your hip tightened. Just when you were about to give up, he suddenly spoke up. “I want you to keep your distance with him. Lunches on weekdays are okay, but I don't want you to meet outside of that building. Can you promise me that?”

You thought about it, but it was a fair request. So you nodded, agreeing while also hoping for a change of his heart in the future. If that was enough to make him feel better, you were willing to do it for now. After all, you didn't want to ruin your engagement so soon.

Keanu Reeves save me save me keanu re

now that we’ve got Francescas first husband, i NEED Kedar Williams-Stirling to play his cousin and her second husband :)

he’s even got STIRLING in his name!

Edelgard von Hresvelg from Fire Emblem: Three Houses

John Wick: Chapter 4 (2023)

✨Chapter 39 of Skyline will drop on Thursday, July 6th at 2:30PM EST.✨

watched john wick 4. i knew donnie yen was in this, BUT I didn't know he played a BLIND assassin!!! I just can't stop thinking about chirrut...

also the dynamic between john, caine, and koji is everything!

“People are assholes, all of us are.”

John Wick OC, 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑-𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐓

would you guys still love me if i made an unhinged 10k essay about the overlap in my very similar but overall extremely different hyperfixations? be honest. i won’t cry i prommy

idk where the theory that angel dust will die came from but it annoys the shit of out me bcus like 😭 in what way does that make even a crumb of narrative sense? Isn't the whole message of the show that even if u have done terrible things and made life ruining self destructive choices there is always potential for not only redemption but for growth and the chance of a good life? And angel is very heavily focused on as the central character pushing this thesis? If he died it would be devastating in a wholely self contradictory, unsatisfying, and show ruining way. Also he is viziepop's favorite? 😭 But regardless of all of the reasons why it would be a terrible writing choice, I simply dont think it would happen bcus it's been stated already that the three vs r the central villains of s2, and unless it's some sort of bitter revenge plotline (which doesnt seem in spirit of the show or messaging) a season with the vs as villains NEEDS angel 😭 u have alastor's sort of campy and fun rivalry with vox ofc but angel is the empathetic hook that gives the audience a reason to not only see the vs as antagonistic, but genuinely threatening and stake heavy. Viziepop has spoken currently and in the past about plotlines angel will go on for future seasons. So yeah 😭 angel is not going to die I'm very confident in saying, and if he does I can't imagine a way that it would be well done or a good narrative choice. He says that he is going to die in poison, but I don't think it would be the best move even remotely if the show decided to explicitly frame the lyrics of poison as ultimately correct rather then a victims self hating exercise into despair 😭 that would be a horribly pessimistic route for this show with a very transparent optimistic borderline children's show spirited message to go down🙏

I have so many convoluted headcanons about the Tarasov family I should probably start writing a fic at this point.

I appreciate that John Wick 1 was like, oh, an action film, hmm. Okay. Then for every film after that, they were like "Well, we just need a vague plot and we'll let the actors madlib some yeahs and some huhs and we don't really need a screenwriter for that, right? So all that extra money can go to hiring a human-sized swarm of moths to be the DP?" And they did.

Inktober Day 28: SPARKLE [ATEEZ x John Wick] 

Spy!Yeosang & Assassin!Seonghwa

"One of these days, I'll let you clean up your own mess," Seonghwa sighed as he stared down the two agents of the foreign organization Yeosang was meant to infiltrate. But instead instigated a fight with. After the mess the others caused the other day, Seonghwa knew Hongjoong would be livid, so Yeosang'd better come up with a good reason for causing another. "One of these days, the High Table will listen to me when I say some cases are just meant to be exterminated," Yeosang smiled, saluting the men with his glass. "So another usurper," Seonghwa concluded, unsheathing both of his swords as he slipped into his enforcer mindset. "How unoriginal." "Sparkling wine? Before we go to town?" Yeosang asked even as he stepped into the protective embrace of his blades, discreetly signing the opening move he wanted to go with. "We can open a bottle once we are done here," Seonghwa nodded. "We'll certainly need it for the dressing down we will get." "Are you scared, Black Rabbit?" Yeosang grinned, and dropping that name finally clued in their opponents just who they were facing. "From Hongjoong?" Seonghwa grinned back. "It's not me who should be afraid."

[ATEEZ days - Part 9]

Continuing the John Wick AU mini story from Day 25, 26 & 27~ (Insp.: x, x)

No. 1 blog with Santino x Vincent LMFAO

PLSS NOT ALL THREE OF THEM OMG TUMBLR KNOWS 💀

THIS IS FUCKING HILARIOUS TO ME 😭