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nwheregirl · 7 months

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NSFWISH-silly mood board to keep my silly headache down, eheheh.

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves characters #john wick #john wick x reader #wife!reader #john wick x wife!reader #aesthetic #moodboard #john wick smut #nwheregirl made this

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lilundeadarchangel · 8 months

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Memes I made about @nwheregirl 's V and mine, Kerry and Jhonny 'cause this is what I do in my free time:D

Enjoy these four idiots<333

#I genuinely love the dynamic we gave them and how stupid(affectionate) they are #my babies #v cyberpunk #johnny silverhand #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk 2077 memes

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nwheregirl · 9 months

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Assigning “daddy k!nk” gifs to my top four Keanu characters: (NSFW!! No particular order!)

This one:

To:

This one:

To:

This one:

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This one:

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Have nice fantasies my loves 🖤.

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves characters #john wick #keanu reeves x reader #johnny silverhand #john wick x reader #cyberpunk 2077 #kevin lomax #kevin lomax x reader #john constantine #john constantine 2005 #john constantine x reader #daddy k!nk #nwheregirl made this #my ideas

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nwheregirl · 6 months

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Currently thinking about service dom!John Wick…🤤

Caressing your face and your legs softly, brushing your hair, telling you how good of a girl you are, ordering you around (in a somehow soft way) and you just obeying because that’s just how your relationship is…him calling you his wife because he married you right away after you two met and that nickname just suits you so well. Adding a size kink and a predator/prey dynamic to that, because ofc you are so small compared to him and a little bunny!! Who wouldn’t be around this man?

You wearing pink or white nightwear, let’s put some ribbons there too (I’M SORRY I JUST LOVE THE DOLLETTE/COQUETTE/HYPERFEMININE AESTHETIC WITH KEANU’S CHARACTERS!) that is the exact opposite of John’s all black wardrobe. BUT HE ADORES those type of clothes on you, they drive him mad. Also him gifting you this particular brush (currently in my wishlist too):

And ofc let’s not forget how he adores to eat you out, just staying between your legs for hours and making you shake and whine his name for him… <3 (p.s. am I the only one who prefers “Jardani” over “John”? I just find his real name so hot??)

UUUUGH I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH!

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves characters #john wick #john wick x reader #service dom!john wick #female reader #nwheregirl made this #thoughts are being thunk #silly writing #wife reader #JOHN WICK BRAINROT!

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nwheregirl · 6 months

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ok but john wick eating you out and spelling “jardani” with his tongue to claim you as his???

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nwheregirl · 6 months

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Yandere Hannigram x fem! reader mood board just because I was feeling it.

#mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannigram #hannigram x reader #poly!hannigram #moodboard #aesthetic pinterest #pinterest find #nwheregirl made this

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nwheregirl · 7 months

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My content is usually for Keanu Reeves and his characters, but @gea-chan96 requested some Mads Mikkelsen’s characters as yanderes and, being one of my favourite actors, I couldn’t say no! So…

P.s. I apologise for the delay, but my personal life kept me away from tumblr. For this reason, I will close requests and just write whenever I feel like it.

YANDERE MADS MIKKELSEN CHARACTERS (DARK CONTENT, ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, MAYBE TYPOS!):

-Would marry you, then show you their yandere side:

I imagine them being very elegant, old-fashioned men. Yes, they are still violent but they would never show that side to their lovely wife. Being rich, and having everything always ready for them, they would probably court you and take you to dates until you naturally fall in love with them. After your marriage, they would start to show how possessive and jealous they can be. They would probably make you move into an isolated house, with all the luxury of course… kept away from the outside world, like a bunny in a cage. They would spoil you like a princess and if you dare to show sadness towards this lifestyle, they would make you feel guilty. The only time they give away their true nature, is in the bedroom.

A little bonus: with Le Chiffre, 007 would notice the toxicity of your marriage… it’s up to you to decide to stay with your husband, or run away with James Bond.

-Would kidnap you:

These two are both very carnal and violent man: the only difference is that, while Nigel is completely unhinged, do to being a street mob boss, Hannibal has to keep a certain type of composure. The cannibal who take the whole kidnapping process very slow: making you trust him, becoming your therapist, even. And only then, he would tie you up in his cell… keeping a close to the meat… just to scare you even more.

Nigel doesn’t need all of that: he stalks you, tries to understand your routine for a few weeks and then, when you’re finally walking home alone…it’s over, baby.

-Would use black magic on you to make you fall in love, be completely obsessed with him, adore and serve him:

I mean… I’m not sure if in the universe of Dr Strange doing this type of magic is possible… let’s just pretend it is. He’s a sorcerer, right? And a villain, so an evil one. He doesn’t need anything but his Book of Shadows and his hands to make you fall in love with him. And that’s exactly what happens: you were supposed to be Dr Strange’s apprentice… but for some reason, you betrayed him and teamed up with Kaecilius. When Stephen understood why, and what had happened… it was too late, you had already made a blood path with your “lover”.

#mads mikkelsen #mads mikkelsen characters #kaecilius #le chiffre #nigel #hannibal #duncan vizla #jürgen voller #yandere #nwheregirl made this #x reader #reader insert

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nwheregirl · 6 months

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My small head-canon is that John Wick has a very strong russian accent when he speaks, he calls his darling russian pet-names and probably sings russian lullabies to their children.

Also, like he already is, he’s very composed and serious and never smiles unless he has a reason to (his wife and the comfort of their home) and has a “dobermann husband” energy…like, “her husband scares me” type of energy!! Lol!!

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves characters #john wick #john wick x reader #john wick headcanons #nwheregirl made this

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nwheregirl · 7 months

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So, my newest hyper-fixation is OPLA and especially OPLA!Sanji. Anime Sanji was my crush when I was like…10??? Some things never change lol.

Also, I’m in love with this picture and the song “Bon Appétit” by Katy Perry with OPLA!Sanji-

#one piece #opla #opla sanji #sanji x reader #opla sanji x reader #nwheregirl made this #hyperfixation #playlist #spotify

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nwheregirl · 6 months

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John Wick has back tattoos, right?? Well, can you imagine his wife having matching tattoos with him?? Or can you imagine him with HANDS/FINGER TATTOOS? AAAA!!!

I feel like he would have his wife name tattooed on his chest, on his heart specifically, or maybe having match tattoos like him having the wolf on his back and her a lioness or a panther??

Maybe this reader has a femme fatale/dark feminine energy aesthetic with a pinch of gangster vibes! Ihihihih.

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves characters #john wick #john wick x reader #nwheregirl made this #ideas #john wick headcanons #headcanon #i love tattoos #a lot

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nwheregirl · 8 months

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Picture this exact scene: (John Wick x reader, reader is described to have a specific aesthetic, vibe and look, size and predator kink mentioned, brat taming mentioned, nsfw?, written in a moment of inspiration so not proof-read).

John.

Your handsome, scary, tall and big John.

Your boyfriend, older boyfriend.

And You: a young, maybe a bit too crazy hit-woman who entered the business a few years ago. (Giving off a non-cringy Harley Quinn vibe, if you get what I mean)

Winston loves you, he treats you like a daughter. He thinks you are beautiful, and deadly.

They call you…Poison.

Sweet little thing, you are: short, petite. You always dress in hyper feminine, yet seductive clothes. Like this:

You are cocky, flirty, scandalous almost. You talk back, you are strong and deadly. You love yourself, your skills, your power.

You’re such a brat.

But when you are alone with The Boogeyman? You’re such a good girl. He makes you weak on your knees, how could he not? Look at him!

He’s mean: biting, spitting, spanking. He adores you, his princess. He’s going to make you his wife soon. He loves how you take him, how you obey, how you like to be tied up and just…used for his pleasure.

But.

One day, something changes: you decide you want to step the line. You want to have fun, to see how far your Babayaga could go.

And so, the dynamic changes into…well, this:

“Sweetheart, why am I tied up?”

He asks, his russian accent evident. His tone of voice seems calm and collected, as if he knows he’s not in a dangerous situation.

You, by the other end, just giggle. You had gotten all dolled up for him: a tight cocktail dress hugged your body, paired with black stockings and heels. A nice red fur-coat left was on a chair, with your vintage Moschino heart shaped bag that John had gifted you on your birthday.

You bite your red tinted lips as you walk closer.

“You look beautiful, babygirl”

The hit-man compliments you, his chocolate brown eyes scanning your delicious body.

He was like a wolf, ready to chase and devour his rabbit.

“Thank you, daddy!” You exclaim, twirling for him. God, you were a dream coming true. A lustful dream.

“You still haven’t answered my question, doll”

“I wanted to have some fun”

“Some fun?” He lifts his brow up. “We have a lot of fun together already, don’t you think baby?”

Only then you sit on his lap, his big muscular thighs were feeling tense. He wasn’t used to something like this.

“You are the one who has all the fun, can I have some fun too?” You faked an innocent tone: John was always the dom in your relationship. You loved it, obviously, you just wanted to piss him off. You adored when he tried to tame you.

“Are you scared you might like being the submissive one, will it hurt your ego?” You obviously tease him, and only then you feel a hand wrapped around your throat.

He has little patience.

It happened in a matter of nanoseconds, literally. How the fuck is he able to do that?

He had freed himself from the knot that had him tied up to the chair since you entered the room.

“Babygirl…”

Oh, shit.

Shit.

You’re screwed.

He sounds angry, his rich baritone making you shiver.

“You really think you can play with me? Tying me to a chair like I’m some kind of rookie?”

A cruel laugh, his lips brushing against your ear.

“Start running, babygirl. You are going to fucking regret what you did tonight”.

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves characters #john wick #john wick x reader #john wick smut #johnny silverhand #kevin lomax #john constantine #keanu imagine #john wick imagine #just a little idea #no proofreading we die like men #nwheregirl made this

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nwheregirl · 9 months

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Assigning “daddy k!nk” gifs to Keanu characters: (NSFW!! No particular order!) (PT.2) (pt.1 here)

This one:

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This one:

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This one:

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This one:

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!!BONUS!! you doing this:

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And as usual: have nice fantasies, my loves 🖤😈.

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves characters #john wick #john wick x reader #kevin lomax #kevin lomax x reader #the devils advocate #john constantine #john constantine x reader #john constantine 2005 #donaka mark #donaka mark x reader #man of tai chi #donnie barksdale #donnie barksdale x reader #the gift #nwheregirl made this #visual #have fun

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nwheregirl · 6 months

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Rewatched “Casino Royale” last night just for Le Chiffre 😍, how could I not make a moodboard about him? Wishing there were more fanfics!

#mads mikkelsen #mads mikkelsen characters #moodboard #aesthetic pinterest #nwheregirl made this #le chiffre #casino royale #le chiffre x reader #007

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nwheregirl · 10 months

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A little bit of fun for your soul. (Kevin Lomax x reader)

Request: “So, can you do an headcanon Yandere Dark Kevin Lomax being obsessed with his innocent secretary female reader, please?” By @gea-chan96

((NSFW-ish, DARK CONTENT, 18+ ONLY, DUBCON, FEMALE READER, ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, IT’S CLEARLY A POWER DYNAMIC AND A TOXIC RELATIONSHIP KEEP THAT IN MIND, NOT A WRITER JUST HAVING FUN, COULD CONTAIN TYPOS.))

New York is so fun, right? You just moved there, probably enchanted by all the wonderful scenery your parents' friends often told you about. Besides, you needed to feel independent, to leave mum and dad's house in order to finally be a woman free to do what she wanted.

Rent is expensive, the apartment is perhaps too small for such a high price: you immediately had to find a job.

You noticed on the newspaper that a famous New York attorney was urgently looking for a secretary: the salary was quite high for such a...simple job?

"Who cares? You literally just have to sit behind a desk and smile to his clients, and learn how to use the printer!" Your friend with whom you were talking on the phone told you, while you were sitting on the sofa of your small apartment in shorts and a tank top. "Or I'll end up spending my mornings and nights printing papers, having to remember how he takes his coffee, and having his wife storm into the office to punch me in the face out of unreasonable jealousy!" You answered, in a tone that was not too ironic.

Your friend had pointed out how you were perfect for such a job: you had always been a kind and honest, quiet girl…sometimes too naive for your own good. You were a person incapable of hurting anyone, it was hard for you to lie, you were smiley and polite. Basically, an emotional and sweet soul.

You both imagined that this big-shot lawyer was probably old and wrinkly, someone who needed help with the little tasks of his job because of his age.

Wrong, you were fucking wrong.

Kevin Lomax was a promising young lawyer from Florida. He had been making a name for himself for some years now, as a professional who had never lost a case since his career began. Over the years the commitments had increased, along with his money. He had just gotten out of a stormy divorce with his ex-wife (this is something you would find out later).

The reason for the divorce was that Kevin was an absolutely unfaithful, self centered and possessive man. His poor wife had come to have a nervous breakdown due to the immeasurable sadness he had caused her.

But this, you would never know.

You applied for the job, and on the day of your interview you were struck by the beauty of the man: his pitch black hair and his brown eyes that seemed to penetrate into your soul for how deep they were, his broad and muscular body and his expensive suit that hugged his shoulders perfectly... you were convinced at first that he was just a trainee, but no. He was the man you were going to work for.

In the first months of your job Kevin had been professional and quiet, at times even cold and rude. He just nodded to you, ordering you left and right to do something for him without so much as a 'thank you' or 'please'. He was a man of few words and busy. You thought it was definitely not the friendliest environment to work in.

No one from the office ever spoke to you: you were simply the secretary and nothing more. They wished you good morning and smiled at you, that's it.

What you didn't know was that, in the first few months there, Kevin had done meticulous research on you to understand what kind of woman you were: he had contacted some criminals he had managed not to send to jail (they owed him a favor) to stalk you and make a complete profile of the person you were.

He was a lustful man, but at the same time (given what he had gone through with his ex-wife) he wanted to aim for a woman who was simple, submissive and therefore easy to manipulate. Not a gold digger, possibly. He wanted to indulge in his needs without any stress.

Kevin liked your aura of kindness and naivety, so he wanted confirmation that it wasn't just a mask: he discovered that you were actually a good girl, with a simple life and many female friends. You were shy around men, sometimes maybe even scared that someone might be interested in you. In short, you were perfect. Kevin wondered how it was possible that you didn't realize how beautiful you were, your sinuous body could have set a fire in the soul of any man that looked at you. He liked it even better that way though, it would have been easier to corrupt you and make you his good little fuck doll.

It happened out of nowhere: your boss had started being nicer, almost too much. You didn't know what to say or what to do, you were too embarrassed...and he had too much power over you to complain. You couldn't risk getting fired.

“Grab me a coffee. Will you, sweetheart?”.

“What a nice skirt you are wearing this morning, doll”.

“It’s late, I’ll call you a cab”.

“Y/N, print me this.” He would say, moving exaggeratedly close to your ear and tapping his fingers on your hips for a few seconds.

“You can go now. Do you have any plans for the weekend? I hope you don’t have a date, sweetie”. He said to you one day, winking at you with his pearly white smile: you laughed at those words but there was a touch of jealousy in his eyes, it seemed that through that small gesture he was hiding something more sinister.

During the few months in which those subtle behaviors had gone on you hadn't reciprocated his flirting ways: you wanted to keep it professional, you were shy and perhaps it made you a little uncomfortable. You couldn't deny that you weren't flattered to get the attentions of such a handsome and powerful man, though. Kevin knew that behind that fear, that innocence…you craved him just as much as he did. He was starting to lose his patience, no longer wanted to play nice with you.

It happened one evening, in one of the most expensive bars in New York: Kevin had just won yet another lawsuit. You often accompanied him to court to keep his papers organised, always finishing work after dinner time and coming back home exhausted. This time, however, you had decided to pass by that bar just for a few minutes to say hello and congratulate him.

"Congratulations, Mr. Lomax!" you exclaimed happily as you entered the bar. You knew perfectly well that you didn’t belong there: you were surrounded by very rich attorneys, with their beautiful trophy wives and their shiny sports cars.

You were wearing a navy blue knee-length skirt, a white button-up blouse, a tailored blazer and stud earrings. A pair of low heel classic pumps at your feet. You wore your hair down, alway looking professional and polished.

Kevin turned to look at you as he was talking to his colleagues, his face changing completely into a seductive grin. He stared at you, licking his lips. He was wearing a sophisticated three piece grey suit.

His voice almost seemed to take a different tone; much deeper and seductive.

“Thank you, sweetheart”

He said with a charming wink, taking a sip of his drink as he offered to buy you one.

"Oh no thanks, I don't drink. I just came by to say hello, I don't want to disturb you"

"Who ever told you that you disturb me, honey?" Lomax said, his smile widening more as he leaned forward. He brought his drink to his lips slowly, eyes locked on yours as he did so. You didn't know exactly what to answer to those words, it was simply you being shy. Lomax reached out a hand, placing it gently on your arm.

He looks strong and confident, you had always admired him for his confidence…

“Don’t be so self conscious, you are a beautiful girl” He said with a warm smile, bringing his hand up to gently stroke your hair.

Wait…what the fuck had just happened? Was Kevin Lomax really stroking your hair?

You blushed, you lowered your gaze and murmured thanks to that compliment: man, now you understood why all the girls in the office spoke of him as if he were the most fascinating man on the planet. It took very little for him to make someone's legs shake.

"Mmh..thank you, but I really have to go..." You whispered at that moment as you sank into your shyness: but he wouldn't have given you a chance to escape. In fact, being late, he offered to drive you home in a tone that made you understand that "no" was not a plausible answer.

So, you found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of his very expensive car, your hands resting shyly on your knees while you avoided making eye contact with Kevin and admired the sight of the city’s lights from the car’s window. The famous attorney had turned to look at you, a sly smile on his face: you were so cute, he could feel his pants getting tight at the thought of corrupting such a simple girl. It would have been so easy to make you fall at his feet…

"You know I don't bite, right? You can talk to me." There was an awkward silence in the car due to your discomfort. You turned your head toward the man, a shy smile on your face. Fortunately, you were not very far from your apartment: you could hold out a little longer. You smiled shyly, apologizing to him.

“…unless you want me to bite”.

What? What did he just said?

You turned towards him, shocked: you felt your throat grow dry as your cheeks turned bright red. You stood still for a few seconds.

"Mr. Lomax?" You called his name, thinking you were losing your mind. But no, it was real and it was really happening: you became aware of the fact that he had parked in front of your apartment but was showing no signs of wanting to unlock the door.

"You know..." The handsome attorney whispered, bringing his face closer to yours.

"I know you've noticed how I've treated you over the past few months, but you've shown no signs of wanting to give in. I am a not very patient man, if I want something I always get it." You noticed that you felt a huge emptiness in your stomach as you continued to stand still and look into his eyes with your lips half-open in shock.

"I always win." The man had whispered then, brushing his fingers over your cheekbones.

"I don't think any of this is appropriate…you are indeed a handsome man...but what will be said about me if people find out about this?" You whispered, as your insecurity blocked your throat from making a confident, clear sound.

"There are many beautiful women just waiting for attention from the famous Kevin Lomax, I am simply your secretary. I know what lawyers do with their secretaries, they use them like dolls and then throw them away. I don't want to be that, for any man in the world -- not even the richest one..." You kept going, feeling your eyes getting wet: damn insecurity, but at least you were managing to speak. That innocence and tenderness of yours generated in Kevin an even stronger lust for you: it was true, a good part of his colleagues did that. The world of New York lawyering was a world full of sins and scandals. But he was a gentleman, or for that matter he was distinctly better than some people: it almost seemed as if he could smell your fear and embarrassment.

"Sugar..." this time Kevin caught your face in his hands, bringing it brutally close to his: you could feel his breath smelling of alcohol and cigars on your skin. Not commenting on anything you had said, he ended the conversation this way:

"Good night, try to get some rest because tomorrow you will be forced to stay with me until late."

And once again, his tone scared you.

Back home, you looked at yourself in the mirror as you silently rinsed your face: you thought first about calling and quitting the very next morning, and then in the silence of your room -as you tried to fall asleep- you sensed your most unconscious emotions taking over your brain.

Kevin was handsome: you had stated that several times. You admired his confidence; you were frightened by his authoritative energy. You were a woman like any other, you had needs and when a person was attractive to you, you couldn't help but fantasize at least a little bit. Your brain had done that with your boss too, but you had always tried to scuttle your thoughts-you felt guilty, damn guilty. It wasn't right, what would your parents think of you?

You fell asleep overwhelmed by this train of thoughts, ignoring the fact that you had woken up after dreaming of your body bent against a desk, powerful hands pulling at your hair.

The next day you felt like you were in a different place, not the one you had now come to know for more than eight months.

You constantly felt Kevin's intense, dark gaze on your body; he hadn't spoken to you all day: he seemed to be back to his old way of doing things.

How wrong you were.

He simply wanted to make you feel uncomfortable, and he had succeeded. You felt that you had done something wrong, that you had offended him: perhaps you had gone too far? Was he about to fire you?

You were doing an impeccable job: his schedule was always perfect, his papers always in order, and much more. Would he really have been able to send you away or treat you badly because of a simple conversation?

You were forced to stay late into the evening in the office, when everyone had already left. Kevin had been in court for many hours that day because of a very difficult mob case. Now, after having dinner with several colleagues, he was forced to stay until late sitting at his desk to analyze documents that contained important evidence that would enable him to win the case. It was you who had alphabetically sorted through that large amount of documentation; that was why he needed you.

You breathed a sigh of relief when he had coldly called your name to ask you to find him the file of a specific person.

Slowly, you opened the small metal drawer to look for that specific file. There was total silence inside that room, it was now almost 11 o'clock at night, and you couldn't feel the fatigue because of the adrenaline rush that the discomfort was causing you.

You could once again feel the attorney's eyes slowly exploring your body-he was waiting, but panic made it seem like your eyes could not focus on the right letter. You coughed several times, starting to sweat.

"So?" He had said aloud, passing his tongue over his lips: his blazer was resting on the chair, his sleeves were rolled up, and his tie was now forgotten somewhere. The first buttons of his shirt were open. His hair, that were always tied elegantly combed back, now fell over his forehead.

At that moment, to get even more comfortable, he had taken off his suspenders and the very expensive Rolex he was wearing on his wrist until a few minutes before.

"I'm sorry, I'm looking for it: it must be fatigue slowing me down." You had your head lowered in shame: you were generally quick, it never happened to make him wait more than a minute.

“Come here”.

You slowly turned toward him, your eyes still fixed on the floor.

"Look at me."

You didn't want to, you were ashamed, you couldn't really lift your head. At that point, Kevin violently slammed his hand against the desk.

"I said fucking look at me! Don't you ever listen?"

Terrified, you raised your head toward him: your legs were shaking, you felt you were about to cry--you don't like it when people yell at you. Kevin realized that maybe he had gone too far in having that reaction with you (or maybe he had accidentally shown you his true nature?), so he signed and massaged his temples:

"I'm sorry, come here..." He turned in your direction, opened his legs slightly and settled more comfortably in the black leather chair.

Figuring it would be worse if you didn't listen, you slowly approached the desk and looked at him with a confused and disappointed expression. You were facing him now, but were still too far away for his own taste.

"I didn't mean to respond that way, sugar..." He repeated, displaying a mask of guilt as his hand repeatedly tapped his thigh.

"Come closer” He said in a firmer tone, this time understanding what he was getting at.

"Kneel" He ordered you, and so you positioned yourself between his legs like a lapdog: in the silence of that moment you felt humiliated…humiliated and that you were succumbing to his power and feeling even more ashamed of the fact you were liking it. His hand began to caress your cheek as his thumb did the same with your lips.

"Open" The lawyer ordered , and you welcome his finger in your mouth, licking and sucking it slowly. You had heard of things like this: you understood then what he wanted, and you were at least trying. He'd probably been with more experienced women than you, and that shamed you even more. You felt like a stupid teen.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice the fact that Kevin had slowly started to undo his belt, opening your eyes when you heard the noise of the zip being lowered.

"Don't worry, I’ll teach you everything" He explained, having noticed how awkward you were: even better he thought, it would have been even easier for him to make you what he wanted you to be.

"You're mine now, not that you'd ever get a chance to run away from me..." The way you were looking at him, with his finger still between your lips, made his eyes darken: you reminded him of a sweet deer, small and innocent. He smiled, taking your face in his hands and leaning towards you.

"If you're good, in a couple of years I might even put a ring around your pretty little finger…you would like that wouldn’t you, little doll?”.

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves characters #keanu reeves fanfic #kevin lomax #kevin lomax x reader #kevin lomax smut #the devils advocate #headcanon #fanfic #nwheregirl made this #request #dark fic

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nwheregirl · 5 months

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Keanu's characters as aestethics.

OOOOH! I love this ask! Let’s start:

JOHN WICK - dark academia