#Keanu reeves

[tennant]

Keanu Reeves as Johnny JOHNNY MNEMONIC — 1995, dir. Robert Longo

[cosmonautroger]

Keanu Reeves, Matrix, 1999

[imajinxnation]

This look on Keanu is absolutely beautiful..

(Found these pics on Pinterest)

[johnwickb1tsch]

Imagine Donaka Mark became obsessed by a girl, starting to stalk her sending her flowers and gifts and decide to kidnap her because she has to be his, forever.

Ooooo Nonnie!!! I do love me some Donaka Mark! I started this for you over a month ago, im sorry! 🙃 Ok, imagine you accompanied your boss on a business trip to Hong Kong. You're a dynamite assistant, you got your shit on point!👆 Donaka is impressed with you, and he tries to poach you to come work for him. Because this man wants you CLOSE! You think he's fine as fuck but there is something intense about this man. It kinda scares you (bc u a smart cookie) so YOU SAY NOOOO! Respectfully of course, but NO ONE tells Donaka Mark NO!

You go home, and you're a little regretful, truth be told. You wonder if you missed out on a big adventure, working in a foreign country for a powerhouse of a man like Donaka. But the survivalist part of your brain absolutely knows you made the right choice. When expensive flowers start showing up at your desk, you're pretty sure who they're from, and you're not sure this is a good thing.

He asks you to have dinner with him (he's flying to the States JUST TO SEE YOU??) but again you say no thank you. You don't know it but you are digging your own grave. When the flowers start showing up IN YOUR APARTMENT you get totally freaked out!

You're smart enough to understand going to the police won't really help you. And your boss is deep in business with Mark. You don't really know what the fuck to do. Quit your well-paying job you've worked so hard for? Move? Try to disappear? Fuck that.

As you're leaving your apartment to get on the subway the back window of an Escalade parked in front rolls down. "Need a ride?"

You are pissed. Stalking up to the vehicle, you glare at the man inside. "I don't appreciate your games, Mr. Mark."

"Pity. They've only just begun." He pays you a wicked look that equally thrills and terrifies you.

You just walk away, knowing insults will only make it worse. Of course he's there, when you arrive at work. You have to take notes through an important meeting with your boss and him, then go out to lunch. When you feel his big foot caress your calf you kick out, not even spilling your water in your hand. He just seems to love it, smirking at you from across the table.

Probably because you accidentally kick your boss instead.

You apologize profusely, claiming you had a leg spasm (oops!) and while Donaka smirks at you, you excuse yourself to go to the restroom.

By the end of the day, you are fired.

Feeling sorry for yourself, you go home and decide to run a bath. You fall asleep in the bubbly hot water. You dream that someone is lightly touching your face. When you wake up you're a human prune. You wrap yourself in a towel, and you wipe a circle in the steam-blurred mirror--to see a huge man in a black full face mask behind you.

You try to scream, but a leather-gloved hand closes over your mouth. You don't know it yet, but it's the beginning of the rest of your life...

[ficsbb]

Mirror

》 Pairing: John Wick x MascFem!Reader

》 Warnings: pet names like pretty girl and love

》 Word Count: 814

Note: This is for anon who had the prompt, "John Wick or John Constantine x tomboy or masculine!fem reader..." I'll be writing one for Constantine because I really want to expand on this, so we'll see! Thank you, and enjoy!

You look in the mirror, second guessing your clothes before heading out with John. As much as your confidence is high, especially with someone as wonderful as John by your side, you still wonder if it's enough on days like these. Should you wear the glamorous dresses? The shiny earrings that sparkle and glitter when they catch the light? Should you show off your body more in tight-fitting clothes? Would he like it better?

“Hey, love, the car is here.” You jump slightly, hoping he doesn't see it in your eyes, the overthinking and the worrying swimming in them.

“Uh- yes, yep,” you turn from the mirror and face him in the doorway, “I'm ready. Wait, you're not driving?” He smiles and walks toward you, lightly caressing your necklace when he reaches you. The warmth of his fingers is distracting, and suddenly, the room starts to feel much warmer than before. You stare at the veins on his hands and watch how they dance almost, putting you in a trance.

“Not tonight, no. I want to focus completely on you.” John lifts your chin so your eyes meet his. “Every moment of tonight is just for us. How does that sound?”

“Perfect.” You whisper, breathless.

“Good,” he smiles wide and backs up, seemingly taking you all in, “Exquisite. The slacks are tailored just right.” He winks at you, giddy, and a small bit of shyness creeps up on you.

“You really think so?” John cocks his head to the side, curious.

“You don't like it?”

“No- I- I love it, actually. I just-” You turn back to the mirror. “Is it too…masculine? Would you prefer something more feminine?”

You hear him take a deep breath as he presses himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle. It almost feels like your body takes a sigh of relief at the action.

“What I prefer, my love, is for you to feel comfortable and beautiful in whatever you decide to wear.” John's voice is low, deep, and the puffs of air from his mouth tickles the nape of your neck.

“Although I will say,” his fingers travel to the middle of your chest where the buttons of the blouse are open, revealing a thin three layered gold necklace, “the sight of you like this, does something to me. You look powerful. Do you see that?”

His hand slowly makes its way up to your neck, and it catches your attention. Every move he makes catches your attention fully. You lock eyes with him through the mirror and then catch your own right after. Your lips parted, chest slowly rising and falling with John's hand lightly caressing your pulse point.

“Do you see what I see?” He plants a kiss on your temple. "Do you?"

You nod. Even without makeup, you can see how he sees you. The both of you in this dimly lit room, looking at each other in the mirror. His suit matching yours and the gold band on his hand, glinting as he adjusts your necklace slightly. You take that hand and kiss the top of the ring. The metal is cold against your lips. Slowly starting to come back into yourself, you nod assuredly again.

“Come, let's go. I want to show you off tonight.” He twirls you around, and it makes a giggle bubble out of you. John kisses you in the middle of it, and it makes you laugh even more. He turns toward the door with your hand in his, leading you to the hall.

“Thank you, Mr. Wick.”

You watch him stop abruptly, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. For just a tiny second, you marvel at how broad his back looks in the dark navy suit he's wearing. The room is quiet, the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears as the tension between you thickens. John turns his head to the left, speckled beard almost shining with the golden glow of the room lights overhead.

“Say it again.” The warmth spreads inside you as quick as lightening strikes. You let go of his hand and wrap your arms around his middle this time, one hand reaching beneath his coat to feel the slow and steady beat of his heart. After a beat, they start to sync.

“Thank you, Mr. Wick.”

“Oh, pretty girl, maybe we should stay in tonight?” You press your face into his back, taking in his scent. It's grounding and intoxicating, and you swear you could stay like this forever. Your hand slowly makes its way to his stomach, then his belt buckle, and just before you can go any lower, you smile and pull back. His groan brings you satisfaction.

“I'll see you in the car, John.” You attempt to walk ahead, but his hand on the back of your neck is swift and steady and his voice rough,

“The driver can wait.”

♡♡♡♡

[thequantumranger]

Keanu Reeves in Destination Wedding (2018)

[hollow-l1es]

[noelhelena]

V apartment pt.2?

After a couple of "V, sit the fck down normally, please."

[sadgelikethegrass]

I’m trying to work on my art studies

[baddingtonbitch]

The Gift (2000)

[beansricejc]

Imagine Don Jon with the Droit du seigneur.

this is a great request! but my historically accurate brain is tingling rn (not to mention this legal right may have been made up as revolutionary propaganda to discredit the throne/nobility in general. but we’ll ignore that for the sake of this request.)

cw: naughty naughty 😈

Don John only has his title because of his father’s blood but he’s a bastard (Samesies lol). Historically speaking, bastards were never actually supposed to receive the actual benefits of legitimate heirs, sure he has a title but it’s really just to keep up appearances.

He’ll never inherit land or power, he’s illegitimate. No one would actually see him as equal to his brother, Don Pedro, because of his father being a slut. So REALISTICALLY speaking, Don John would never actually have this right as a ‘lord’, since he technically isn’t one.

but… that’s not to say he wouldn’t take advantage of a small town who’s naive to the fact that he’s a bastard. oh don john, you conniving man.

who’s to say that he was going for a horse ride out of town for a few days? to clear his head of course. on his way back home, he has to stop in a small town to rest at for the night. 

there might be a total of 200 people in this little town. don john enters a tavern and inn, dimly lit by candle light. the place is quaint, he’s not exactly used to absolute luxury but he certainly is allowed better than this.

there’s a disgusted look on his face until he turns his head; seeing the inn-keeper’s daughter behind the desk. you.

your pretty eyes blink up at Don John as he cleared his throat. he quickly takes in your naturally pretty features. your small smile is quite lovely as your attention focuses on the man.

“did you need a room tonight-“ your eyes settle on the noble crest that is intricately embroidered into his nicely pressed coat. his dress sword is attached at the belt on his hip. these small details bang the alarm in your head: nobility.

“-forgive me, my lord!” you suddenly say, bowing your head at the noble bastard who stands before you. a subtle smirk plays on his lips. the gears in his brain start to turn. no one in this town knows he’s a lowly bastard. with his family’s crest and no one to speak the truth, he looks like a dignified and legitimate heir.

“you need not be afraid of me, pretty girl.” his voice is soothing as he puts on a humble and caring persona. this alleviates your senses as you blush, noticing how handsome he is as he looms over you. “but yes, i am in need of a room. perhaps you could be of assistance?”

you show him to the grandest room that your father has designed in the small hotel, opening the door and guiding Don John inside.

‘it should be a crime that a face like that belongs to such a low born.’ He thinks to himself as he can’t seem to take his eyes off of your feminine figure.

“so, what are your rates, beautiful?” he asks suddenly, right before you’re about to exit the room. his question makes you pause.

“30 schillings a night, my lo-“

“i mean for you. how much for a night with you?” Don John restates the question. does he take you for some common whore? you’d slap him, but that noble clothing and family crest is warning you not to.

“i- i don’t provide that type of service, my lord. forgive me.” you explain quickly and bow your head. he raises his eyebrows. “besides, I am already promised to someone, and will be his wife tomorrow night.”

don john lets out a low chuckle because of the fact that you had just over explained yourself. his large body turns around, while he examines you like a meal he’s going to devour.

“how convenient. have you ever heard of, prima nocta, my dear?”

~

3 hours later after gaslighting your entire family, your betrothed, and your soon to be in-laws, Don John had gotten what he desired. but who is surprised? this trickster has fooled the likes of his family and other nobles before, of course he could easily manipulate the actions of mere commoners.

finally, this is just a taste of what he has missed out on due to his illegitimacy.

his cock sinks into your trembling and tense cunt. you can hardly breathe as his calloused hand shoved your pretty face into the soft cotton of the pillowcase. your teeth dig into the pillow while Don John is occupied, busy with stretching your hole out to fit him perfectly.

“p-p-please be gentle, m-my lord!” your muffled cries into the pillow make their way to his ears. this earns you a hard slap on your plump ass. you squeal from the sting on your flesh.

“aw, is the bride a bit soft skinned?” don john snickered, his grip on the roots of your silky hair tightens. “don’t worry, little bird, I’m simply getting you ready for your wedding night. that is if your betrothed will even touch you after this.”

tears brim your eyes and wet the pillowcase, along with the drool that dribbles from your soft lips. as his dick fills you, your senses are all over the place. it hurts so bad! but why does it also feel so good? when he interchanges with long strokes, your eyes roll to the back of your head while you whimper unintelligible words as an attempted reply.

a warm and tightening sensation forms in your core, you let out a loud moan as you reach your climax. your pussy strains against his thrusts, feeling even better for Don John than before.

as you cream on his cock, he chuckles, wiping some of your orgasm off of his shaft and licked it clean.

“my little commoner tastes so good. maybe I shouldn’t let that idiot fiancé of yours wed you after all.”

[johnwickb1tsch]

ok but listennnn. i just saw Sweet November and now I totally headcanon that bitter Frank who runs marketing for jd power from Destination Wedding is a continuation of Nelson Moss's character arc. 😭😭😭 You can't convince me he didn't just shut that heart down after losing her for a LONG ass time!

[y2kawaii]

Imagine having Donaka Mark as your sugar daddy ❤️

tbh, i haven't seen the movie which that character's from yet. but any keanu character being my sugar daddy would still be an absolute win in my book! i'd imagine john wick and kevin lomax would be sugar daddies to die for.

just look at how fucking hot he is shooting that gun, ugh!

he's a bit of a dick, but i'd still take him just 'cus how fine this man is.

[cheezy-whizz]

[foggycatgarden]