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allie1804-fan · 4 years

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NEW BEGINNINGS

Summary: Keanu is dating Emily a 37 year old scriptwriter. One day their desire to have a family together is sparked and a rocky journey to that destination begins.

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New Beginnings Baby Drabble

New Beginnings Baby Drabble No2

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon in May and the party was in full swing with people spilling out from the house onto the patio which bordered a large garden. The soundtrack outside was a hubbub of adult voices mingling with the excited screams and laughter of small children running about through a water sprinkler in the sunshine. Inside the house, the volume was lower and there was a decidedly female skew to the voices which oohed and aahed over a tiny baby, just 1 week old.

Emily and her boyfriend Keanu had just arrived at the party being held at their good friends’ home. John and Chloe’s were holding a birthday party for their 4 year old son Jamie who was Emily’s godson.

Chloe steered them through to the kitchen to get them a drink and say hi to John who was getting ready to barbecue. As they wandered out to the patio, Keanu was almost knocked flying by the whirlwind that was little Jamie, shouting out his name excitedly and throwing his arms around his legs.

“hey little guy, happy birthday!” Keanu greeted him warmly. The two had a strong bond. Ever since he’d been going out with Emily and been introduced to Chloe, her best friend from college about a year before, he’d hit it off with Jamie and they’d babysat him quite often to give his parents a break. Story-time with Keanu was Jamie’s favourite thing and they’d bought him a gift which followed that theme.

“Are we allowed to give him his present yet?” Keanu asked Chloe, keen to see if he liked it.

“Sure, we decided to let him do it individually rather than have a long session opening everything so that’s fine”

“You want your present now Jamie?” Keanu asked lifting him up in his arms.

“Yeah” Jamie shouted throwing his arms in the air in excitement.

“All right” Keanu agreed, walking over to a bench in a quieter area of the patio, setting the little guy down and beckoning over to Emily to bring the gift she was still carrying. Jamie tore open the parcel with enthusiasm, revealing a plush toy monkey and the book “Monkey See Monkey Do”

“Cool, thank you Uncle Keanu and Aunty Emily” he said politely. He called them aunt and uncle even though they weren’t.

“Will you read it to me?”

This was directed at Keanu who looked up at Emily as he answered.

“yes sure – you go and see your girlfriends hun, I’ll stay here and read with Jamie”

Keanu lifted Jamie onto his knee and opened the book, starting to read and do actions with the toy. Emily wandered back to the house and through to the quieter living room where several women were still taking turns holding the new born.

Emily softly greeted her friends not wanting to disturb the baby. Emily was a screenwriter and most of the group were connected through either their work or their studies several years earlier at UCLA. Emily had recently turned 37 and was well established as a writer, mainly for films though she sometimes made a foray into TV which was how she’d met Keanu when she was working on a script for a show called “Rain” around a year earlier. Half her cohort of friends were fully involved in their careers and another half, like Chloe had started families. Sam was the latest to join the mummies group and it was her little boy Jake that was inspiring all the cooing of the ladies, even those like Emily who had no children yet and didn’t even know if she ever would want them.

“Do you wanna hold him Emily?” Katie, who was currently having her cuddle on the sofa, asked her.

“Sure but don’t, you know, disturb him or anything. Knowing me, you’ll hand him over and he’ll start crying!”

“Nahh – he’s just been fed and is super chilled out”

Sam nodded “She’s right, he seems pretty chill most of the time but after a feed he’s super chill, come on sit here and Katie can slide him over”

Emily acquiesced and sat alongside Katie, making a cradle shape with her arms ready for the baby.

As Katie manoeuvred little Jake across to Emily, she felt his weight in her lap and his warmth seep into her chest. As she breathed in his baby smell, something inside felt different from any other time she’d held a baby in her arms. She remembered a story from her childhood about a dragon called Ignis who was frustrated because he couldn’t yet breathe fire. Once the spark from a volcano had got inside and lit his fire, he felt the warmth spread through him and bring him to full life. Right then, as she looked down at Jake, she felt that same kind of spark within. She took a sharp breath in trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill out.

“Ahh there she is” a deep voice spoke. It was Keanu who’d finished his story-time with Jamie and had just come in to find Emily, the little lad still on his hip.

Emily looked up and smiled brightly, tamping down the emotion but it was still palpable to Katie who looked from Keanu to Emily with a knowing smile.

“These guys will be next, mark my words” she teased looking from one to the other, each with children hugged close to their bodies”

Both Emily and Keanu blushed and he laughed, his hand over his mouth. “I don’t know about that. Anyway John told me to come and tell you guys that food is ready out on the patio”

Most of the ladies got up and Emily passed little Jake back to Sam, offering to bring her a plate to save disturbing the baby. Keanu grabbed her hand and they went out to get food. Once Emily had taken Sam her food, they mingled with the other guests for the rest of the party and tried to put the awkward moment out of their minds though the subject was never far from Keanu’s thoughts even as they chatted to the other guests.

He was almost 20 years her senior but when they’d met through the script she was writing, he’d felt an instant attraction. He’d dared to ask her out and was delighted when she’d said yes. After only a few dates, he knew it was getting serious for him and he told her he’d understand if she thought it was best to bow out now because of the age gap. He didn’t want to trap her in something she would want to escape later on. Her reaction was etched in his memory. Her hand cupping his cheek she’d laid her heart on the line

“Keanu, I, … I think I’m falling in love with you and, frankly I couldn’t care less about your age, I just want to be with you. Is that OK?”

His lips had crashed to hers in an instant and they’d not looked back since. They had talked about whether she wanted kids and she’d said then, at 35 that, whilst she knew her body clock was ticking on, she still wasn’t sure if she wanted them or not. He was happy either way and if she did decide she wanted them she’d be open to alternative ways to parent than having their own kids. There was no pressure on either of them.

But that day at the party, everything changed.

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omg-imagine · 4 years

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johnsbleu · 5 years

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ficsnroses · 2 years

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new taglist!

hi all! I’m updating my taglist since it’s been a while. I’ll be updating quite a bit in the month of December, lemme know if you wanna be added to the new one! the purpose of a taglist is for you to receive a notification each time I post a new fic.

Interact with this post in any way you please (like/comment/reblog) or shoot me a DM and I’ll add you! for all folks on the current tag list, you will be removed permanently unless you interact with this post or DM. thanks! ps: if you’re crossed out, I was unable to tag you :(

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penwieldingdreamer · 3 years

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It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

So as life is currently passing me by and hectic at work and my brain not working as it used to, of course I forgot to post my prompt for Steph's Christmas writing Challenge 🤦🏼‍♀️ but better late then never.

My prompt was supposed to be on the 3rd of December and Michael Bublé's It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, so I decided to write for Henry on this occasion.

Hope you'll like it.

Warnings: fluff, too much sweetness I guess

Words: 562

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Everywhere you go

Take a look at the five and ten, it's glistening once again

With candy canes and silver lanes that glow

The snow had just been coming down, blanketing the world in a white powdery layer. Henry was happy to finally be home again - and just in time for Christmas. Y/N had decorated every little nook in the house and he could imagine the kids helping along the way.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Toys in every store

But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be

On your own front door

As silent as he could be, the dark haired actor opened the front door, smiling at the large holly wreath she put there and hearing the kids singing off key to the Christmas songs.

"A pair of Hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots

Is the wish of Barney and Ben

Dolls that'll talk and will go for a walk

Is the hope of Janice and Jen

And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again."

Allie sang, hopping along to the rhythm with Kal watching her carefully so he could get away from her trampling feet while Toby helped his mom cut out the Christmas cookies and put them onto the baking tray.

"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Everywhere you go

There's a tree in the Grand Hotel, one in the park as well

It's the sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow."

Henry smiled at the squeals that left his children's lips when he sang along to Michael Bublé's version. Running over to their father the twins clung to his legs, grinning up at him as they chattered away about their day and how happy they were that he was finally back home.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Soon the bells will start

And the thing that'll make 'em ring is the carol that you sing

Right within your heart

Y/N leaned against the counter waiting her turn to get greeted by her better half along with their loyal four-legged companion. After the kids were satisfied with their welcome they went back to their tasks before Daddy had interrupted them with his homecoming.

"I'm so glad to be home again." he mumbled softly against her lips as he drew Y/N in for a longing kiss. It had been months since he felt her softness against him and he definitely would enjoy the time being home for Christmas. "You've gone all out this time with the decorations."

Lightly brushing her fingers against his stubbled cheek, his wife grinned at him. "Your kids wanted you to be able to find your way home, meaning they put lights in every window and door we have. Poor Kal nearly got tangled up in all the cables."

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Toys in every store

But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be

On your own front door

"Sure, it's Christmas once more." he sang the last line of the song, nuzzling his face into the crook of his wife's neck and lovingly scratching Kal's head.

It definitely was looking a lot like Christmas and he couldn't wait to see his children's eyes glowing come Christmas morning.

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daybreak96 · 2 years

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I Need a Henry fic like this!!

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 5 years

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Safe Haven

Summary: When John found Violet unconcious in the streets he hadn’t had the heart to just leave her. So he did the only thing he could think of. He took her with him. 12 years later Violet was a succesful lawyer and John almost dead after Winston shot him on the roof of the continental. Letting her take dog in while he got taken away from the bowery king people, Violet did the only thing she could think off. She disappears. Hoping John would survive and find her.

Pairing: John Wick / OFC

Wordcount: 1.463

Warnings: mentions of guns, blood, mentions of physical violence

A/N: I have no idea how long his is going to get, when i’m finished. I have at least 3 chapters finished at this moment

When Violet heard of the High Table for the first time, she thought it came straight out of a novel. A council run by the worst of worse people that only operated by their own rules without ever getting caught. No way something like this would work. Turns out it did.

12 years later, she now had her own Law firm right next to the Continental Hotel, which was basically the safe haven for anyone who worked in the world of the high table. No business (that mostly meant killing) was allowed on the grounds of the hotel without consequences. To her knowledge that never happened before. At least until John Wick killed Santino D’Antonio 2 weeks ago.

The dumbest fucking thing he could have done.

Violet had known John for 12 years now. Some would say would say she owed him, she would say, they were friends. Even if he refused to acknowledge that. He didn’t need friends, was what he always said.

He had found her on the street. After her husband had killed her baby daughter and practically threw her away on the street, like she was trash. It was pure luck he had been there that night. Just after finishing his latest contract, he had planned to walk straight to the Hotel to have a drink, when he had seen her unconscious in a dark entrance close to the hotel. Only wearing a thin white shirt, which had blood all over it. Her face swollen and bruised. He couldn’t walk away from that.

John had taken Violet to the Continental that night. He had paid for her room and made sure that the doctor took care of her, before he left her. Turned out he went straight for her husband that night. She never saw that fucker again.

From that day on, she was part of the criminal underground. She made a lot of money, taking care of the legal issues of some of the deadliest people in the country. And in return was protected by said people.

She had lunch with Winston, the manager of the hotel, once a week. If you could have friends, people you trusted, it would have been him. And John of course.

Violet saw him from time to time. They had dinner on a regular basis during the years. He had a weird sense of humour and even laughed at least two times during the 12 years (at least when Violet had been present).

He was, still is, an attractive man. She would be lying if she denied that. Secretly she would admit to herself that she was in love with him. She never acted on those feelings though. And after years and years went by, she buried her feelings and moved an.

She had helped him, when he had bought a beautiful house, just outside of New York. He wasn’t shy to admit, that he had no idea of the legal stuff, that went on with purchasing a house. And she had been happy to help.

It wasn’t that long after that, that John met Helen and fell head over heels for her. He even left his past behind for her. To start something new. Violet had been incredibly jealous at first.

Which probably was a normal reaction until she met Helen by coincidence. Neither John nor Violet had planned for that meeting. Violet had been at John’s, it was his birthday after all, when Helen came over. She didn’t know it was his birthday and had rebuked him for not telling her. That was the first (and sadly last) time Violet had seen John blushing. John Wick. Blushing.

She had been impressed by the woman, who had managed to steal John away from the world of assassins. Without having a single clue about it. Helen held power over one of the most feared assassins on the planet. And she didn’t know about it.

She hadn’t seen John until only a couple of weeks ago, when he came back to the Continental after quitting 5 years ago. Violet was on her way out of the Hotel, after dinner with Santino of all people, when she saw him. He didn’t acknowledge the surprised looks he got, when he entered the hotel.

His eyes landed on hers and she saw so much pain and anger, that she had to take a deep breath.

“John.” She neared him slowly.

“Violet.”

“What happened?” She asked.

“Later. I need to see the manager first.”

She had later found out that Iosef Tarasov had stolen Johns Car and killed the dog Helen gifted John, after she died. That kid had only ever made trouble.

Violet hadn’t seen John after he went for his revenge, got sucked back in by Santino and became excocummunicado for killing him.

But she saw him now. On the roof of the Continental, talking to Winston and a women, she had never seen before. She had heard the gunshots in the late evening the day before, when she wanted to get home, but decided it would be safer to stay at the office. Violet had no idea what was going on at the Continental but she wouldn’t risk dying because a cross bullet.

She was sipping on her third coffee this morning when she noticed John walking across the roof. His head pointed in her direction, as if he was searching for her. Strained she tried to make sense of what was going on when she saw Winston pointing the gun at John, shooting him numerous times, before John fell down from the roof. Her mug shattered on the floor.

Without thinking she ran out of her office, taking the stairs down. He couldn’t be dead. She never even thought it was possible for him to die. He had survived everything he went through. He couldn’t be dead. He was the bogeyman god damn it.

She exited the building and ran down the street to the alley were he fell. When she went around the corner, she could see a body in the middle of the street. She hadn’t noticed she was crying until she knelt down beside John to look at his face. Her vision was blurry and she tried to take deep breaths.

Pulse. Does he have a pulse. You have to check if he has a pulse.

She checked or a pulse and almost sobbed when she felt it. He was still alive. Head shaking she tried to think of the next steps.

I can’t call an ambulance. I can’t ask for help at the hotel. Jesus, I’m going to kill Winston myself. What do I do? I can’t move him, he might have spinal damage.

She didn’t see the 2 men approaching her first. She was trying to find a way to get John out of here.

“You’re the lawyer. Violet Turner?” She jumped when the first one spoke. He looked like he was homeless. Only the golden watch he was wearing didn’t fit the picture. The bowery king people.

She pushed herself up to stand.

“Yes.”

“You know John?” The other one asked.

“Yes.”

“You know what happened?”

“I saw Winston shoot him from my office.”

Both of them nodded at this information. A movement from behind them distracted her. A dog came running for them. John’s dog. She had seen him mostly with Charon but she knew it was his. The grey Pitbull stopped in front of John and started whining after he sniffed him.

A groan came from John and he started coughing.

“Okay we’re going to take it from here.” Violet had already forgotten about the two men.

“What do you mean you’re going to take it from here?” Violet asked them blinking.

“We have doctors. They can help him, if he agrees to the Kings terms.”

“Terms…” She muttered. But what other choice do you have.

“Dog…” John muttered. Violet kneeled down again, trying to see John’s now opened eyes.

“Only you could survive being shot and falling down a building you damn idiot.” Violet whispered as she leant down. John coughed again.

“Take dog. I’ll find you.” He muttered again, his eyes closing.

“You heard the man. We need to get moving, before someone else finds him.” One of the men spoke again.

Violet only nodded, standing to take the dog gently by his collar. The two men picked John up from the ground and carried him down the street.

“You should leave before they come looking for him.” One of them shouted before they disappeared down a subway station.

Violet looked down at the dog and sighed.

“Come on. Back to the office. I need to make a few calls.” She said and started to walk back, the dog following on her feet.

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starlite13 · 3 years

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Hello beautiful ladies! Does anyone know how to get their hands on the Argylle books? I’m not having any luck 😘

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omg-imagine · 3 years

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Hiii! 80 with John Wick pleasee❣

Pairing: John Wick x Reader

Prompt: “We’d be such a hot couple.”

Words: 613

The moment John was informed that you were awake, he had sprinted down the hall and to your room at lightning speed.

He doesn’t know what to expect once he steps foot inside. The immense fear John experienced when he heard the voicemail on his phone is one unmatched, and he spent the last two hours pacing around the waiting area, not knowing precisely what had occurred. The uncertainty was excruciating, something he wishes to never feel again.

You’ll be okay.

John repeats those words like a mantra as he nears your door, silently hoping that all is well and his worries are unfounded. He pauses for a beat to collect himself, deeply exhaling a breath or two to calm his tense nerves. For a split second, he hears the sweet sound of your voice, assuring him that nothing’s wrong.

You’ll be okay.

The door slowly opens as John enters. He immediately sees you in bed, a cast wrapped around your arm, scratches littering your delicate face, and a dark, purple bruise marring your left eye. It breaks his heart seeing you this way, pained and scarred. He wonders all of the things he could have done to prevent this.

He should have driven you to work this morning.

He should have called to check up on you.

He should have done this and that—everything to keep you out of harm’s way.

“Mr. Wick?”

The doctor finally acknowledges John as he stands idly by the doorway, pushing aside the storm of thoughts brewing in his head.

The explanation she gives is, fortunately, brief and positive. You had been in a minor car accident leaving work and got wheeled into the hospital shortly after losing consciousness. None of the injuries sustained should be a cause for concern, although knowing John, he’d fret about them more than needed.

“One more thing,” the woman adds, though John’s eyes remain solely on you. “Y/N was administered anesthetic while we were treating their wounds. They’re a bit confused right now but should be good to go home in the next hour or so.”

John murmurs a quick thanks before he’s finally left alone with you. The weight on his shoulders lessens as he approaches your bedside, a quiet yet relieved smile crossing his face.

He sees you looking at him, slightly bewildered, as if you’re unsure of who he is. A side effect of the anesthesia, he remembers.

“Hey there,” John gently cooes, taking a seat on the chair next to you. “How are you feeling?”

A soft giggle flutters from your upturned lips. Unsure of the cause, the mere sound of it is still harmonious to his ears.

“I’m sorry,” you slurred, chuckling. “You might be cute, but I’m married.”

John knits his brow at your statement, gathering a second for his mind to catch up. Realizing what you meant by that, he laughs in amusement, lifting his left hand to show the silver ring on his finger. “Yeah, you are married. To me.”

“What? No…” You dismissed, genuinely unaware of the truth. “There’s no way I could be married to a handsome fella like you. Shame, we’d be such a hot couple. Oh, please don’t tell my husband that.”

“I promise I won’t,” he chortles with a massive grin. “I’m just… really glad you’re okay.”

You smile beautifully, and John had to fight the urge to kiss you right there. Perhaps you’ll let him once the anesthesia entirely wears off. Until then, he’ll sit with you for however long it takes, listening to you gush about how much you love and adore your husband, not knowing it’s truly him.

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ficsnroses · 4 years

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Breeding Kink Headcanons - John Wick x Reader

❧ Summary : Your husband John really wants to get you pregnant.

✽ Word Count : 1.9K

✽ Prompt : Breeding Kink. Requested by the main @fanficsrusz xoxo

✽ Warning : pregnancy, oral sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, fluff, John going AT it

Headcanons because I couldn’t possibly fit all my ideas into a “drabble” :)

Having a child together was always something John and you knew would happen for you. Brushed lightly on the subject, you clearly remember the way John’s eyes would light up when you’d mentioned earlier in your relationship, that you wanted children.

Now, married in bliss with your second anniversary approaching, John had started to get a little impatient. You both knew you wanted to get pregnant eventually, but hadn’t quite decided concretely exactly when just yet.

For John, a family always seemed a distant dream. However, when you’d walked into his life, he knew he wanted it with you.

In the beginning of your relationship, you used condoms during sex. It worked at the time, but eventually, after a conversation together, you decided you’d get yourself on birth control. John and you were pretty serious, had a solid foundation for your relationship and knew you wanted to be together for the rest of your lives,

And part of you wanted to take that step in your relationship; no matter how minor it may be. Sex was already something so intimate between you two, but to remove the barrier of a condom and really feel each other closer? It felt natural. Felt like something you trusted each other with.

Little did you know, that decision would spark a little something in your man…

For John, the first time you’d had sex using birth control, he swore he fell a little further for you [if it was even possible]. To know you trusted him to cum inside, that you weren’t scared, or fearful of anything going wrong meant so much to him.

Often during sex, he’d find himself thinking how much power his seed really had. On birth control, his cum buried deep inside your cunt meant nothing more than the mutual trust you two shared, a symbol of how deep your relationship had gotten.

But if you were off birth control? If the sex was unprotected?

John’s cum held great power. He could put a baby in you. Your baby, that you made with the embodiment of love your bodies yield to each other. The thought alone made John shiver each time, shuddering with a tingle of anticipation when he’d spill his hot loads inside you each night.

“John?” You’d asked one night, after a steamy quickie before bed. You rested your head on his bare chest as he heaves down from his high, a heavy palm rested to the bare skin of your exposed back.

“Yeah, baby?” He returns, kissing the top of your tousled hair softly. His palms are gently soothing over your bare hips, the same hips that would someday, hopefully carry the live of your child.

And that same night, the conversation happened. You’re both ready for a baby, you both want a baby with each other.

John is ecstatic, can’t wait to watch your pregnant belly grow as he showers his love on you, taking care of you each step of the way. John is already the perfect husband, and you best bet that it would heighten tenfold when you’re pregnant.

You have sex every single day now, sometimes multiple times a day. Sex with John was always fantastic, always had you practically on the verge of tears to how well he’d fuck you when he needed to, how well he’d make love to you when he needed to. If anyone knows how to strike the perfect balance, it’s Jonathan Wick.

“You gonna give me a baby, kitten?” John rasps, hastily pounding into your needy cunt from above. His biceps rest on either side of you and they look massive this way, a dark, almost primal darkness in his eyes on some nights like this. You’ve been trying for about a month now, and John is growing impatient. Part of him fears deep inside that as always, something will go wrong; deprive him from the life he wants with you. You make sure to assure him, however. Assure him that it’ll happen for you.

“Ye-yes baby, put a baby in me John…” You whimper, begging underneath him, soft legs tightly wrapped around his waist to give him optimal access to your deepest parts. John’s cock twitches inside you, and you know he’s close. Every single time, you shake and shudder to the feel of being rawed by him, the way his creamy, succulent cum fills up inside you to the brim.

It baffles you the amount of cum the man carries, how much he spills after each fuck. You can definitely feel him fill you up and it turns you on so fucking bad as you desperately pull him close, peppering needy kisses all over his face as he makes you cum as well.

“They say the more orgasms you have, the better the chances of getting pregnant.” John whispers, slowly delving between your drenched thighs. He licks a long stride up your aching pussy before circling sloppy, wet circles to your clit. You’re not sure if John’s theory is 100% accurate. Nonetheless, you know John thrives off making you feel good, he wants you to enjoy the process more than him. After all, you are the one who’s going to be carrying your baby for months on end, bearing all the pain and discomforts that come your way.

It does pull at your heartstrings how much John cares, how desperate he is fulfilling the deed of getting you pregnant.

If on your bed, before sex, John puts a pillow under your hips to angle them up slightly while he pumps in and out. “Can’t have any drip out,” He smirks, pressing a wet kiss to your lips as his throbbing cock stays positioned inside you, cocooned by your warm, pulsing walls after release.

Cockwarming has become almost a daily occurrence. After he’s came inside you, John keeps his girthy member inside your cunt for a couple of minutes as you both come down from your highs. He’ll rest his head in the haven of your breasts, arms wrapping around you as you pull him close, kissing his head to happy dreams of this wonderful, loving man fathering your children someday.

John insists that you have sex a couple times a day, and you fear he’ll eventually get sick of having you if you don’t slow down a little

“I’ll never get sick of you,” He whispers into your neck, softly kissing the skin as his arms hold you so dearly tight. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“I do.” You whisper, cupping his cheek. John is the sweetest man you know, and you best believe he’s only gotten sweeter since you’ve started trying.

Sometimes, when lounging next to each other, or when he’d come up behind you in a tender hug as you cook breakfast, John rests his hands on your belly; dreaming of how heartfelt it would be the day your baby would be in there,

“You’re gonna look so beautiful sweetheart, carrying our baby.” His deep baritone would soothe in your ears as he slams into you, your breasts bouncing to his pace as his hips snap into you hard, senselessly. His balls slam your core so hard each time, and the sounds of skin slapping skin fill the house very often nowadays. “Gonna show you off to the entire world,” He moans, cupping your breasts & kneading them with a firm force, yet cautious not to hurt you, as his mind drifts to the thought of how full they’d look, swollen holding milk

John and you have possibly tried every sex position there is at this point. Doggy style? John fucks into like a rabbit from behind, cock grinding your cervix to the deepest parts before slipping out entirely, only to plummet back in

Your legs on his shoulders as he fucks into you relentlessly? It’s one of his “trying to conceive” favourites, allows his sperm to take advantage of gravity

Face to face laying beside each other? John practically melts each time you do this one. The entry of his cock is so deep this way as you hold each other’s gazes, your leg draped over his waist as his arms pull you closer, rosy skin flushed together with a thin layer of sweat

From behind as you lay on your stomach? John’s eyes roll to the back of his head in this one. He enters you from behind, pounding in as he grinds your g-spot repeatedly, almost always giving you two orgasm before he cums deep, deep inside.

Did I mention how loud John is when he cums?

He moans, throaty groans fleeing his lips as he practically growls in your ear. The way you clench around him is too much, your pussy is too tight; too warm and he’s far too in love with your body (and all of you, ofc). Far too drunk on thoughts of pounding you pregnant for him

Sometimes John can get so dirty while fucking you

It surprises you sometimes that your sweet, loving, wholesome husband can say such sinful things

“Gonna make a baby come out of that tight little pussy.” He drips, biting small love marks into your skin as he thrusts, marking your body as his breeding ground

I mean he is a literal assassin so you do get that he can be a bit brutal sometimes

He tracks your periods and the days you’re most fertile (not that it matters too much since he fucks you into oblivion each day haha) but on days where you’ve ovulating he makes sure to go deeper, harder, and get in multiple rounds for optimal chances of conceiving

John cumming inside is so special now. You can’t help but shiver each time you feel him explode deep within you, knowing that that load might be the one to do the trick

You’re an advocating member of the “Make John a daddy 2021” campaign haha

And when your period is late…you tell John with beaming eyes and swear you’d seen a glistening glow in that chocolate gaze, unlike anything you’d ever seen before

You buy multiple tests together, John’s hand holding yours the entire time. The thought that your baby might be growing inside you, right now, this second as you stand at the check out counter has his smiling like a goofy idiot.

Your goofy idiot, of course :)

You take the tests together in the master bathroom of your bedroom. John is on edge and you have to hold his hand to reassure him, explaining to him that if its only a false alarm, you’ll keep trying because you want this with him. You need this with him.

You want a family and it’s never going to change.

But when all the tests come back positive, John is on the brink of tears.

You both are, holding each other tighter than ever as you both cry into each other’s necks, kneeling in a bundle of cuddles on the bathroom floor. John kisses each inch of your face, peppers delicate kisses to your tousled hair, offering squeezes to your hand when you let out a soft sniffle at the sheer happiness.

This is a moment that will forever be engrained in your minds.

It was finally happening; you made a baby.

You’ve never seen John this happy before, feeling as if everything in his life has finally fallen into place. This is what all the pain, all the hurt, all the sin that lingers in the shadows of his past had been leading up to. A family with you, free of evil, free of any grim that lingers.

A life where the only John Wick that the world knows, is the John who loves and is loved by his wife, and the John who is a father.

The most loving, caring, amazing father he could ever be.

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