#john wick scenario

[boredth]

Wrong apartment, wrong target

[multific]

Being Vincent de Gramont's Sugar Baby - Headcanons

Vincent de Gramont x Fem!Reader

Part 2

Warnings: Smut

This man was looking for a good time

Something simple

Something easy

Someone he could call whenever he wanted some female attention

And so, he found you

You were perfect

Exactly his type

Easy to win over with the promise of money

He did a full check on you, of course

Realizing that you weren't in the best of financial positions, now he just needed a plan

When he told you what his intentions were

Maybe he could have been sweeter

You slapped him right across the face

"I'm not a slut, asshole"

You said before you slammed his drink on the table and walked away

He liked that

Very much so

He liked a challenge

It wasn't what he was looking for

But it was better than anything he imagined

You were firey

And he was too handsome

He looked too good in his suits

It was making you weak

One time, he asked for his usual

And you were to bring it to him to his room

You weren't a maid, it wasn't your job description when you started working at the Continental's bar

When you stepped into his room, you noticed no one else was there

He was wearing a white suit

You were still angry because of his previous... offer

But shit, he looked too good

He said something in French before he thanked you for the drink

Right then and there, you reconsidered his offer

Right then and there, you accepted his offer

And right then and there, he fucked you against the window

What he didn’t know is that you didn't want his money

So after paying off your debt, you put the money he sent you to a separate account

You planned on giving it back once he had enough of you

Or give it to charity

You had a good life now

You were his sugar baby, sure

But it was a good life

He was extremely cruel and arrogant

But there were moments when he was very kind to you

Buying you gifts came naturally

It was in the job description of being a sugar baby

Even if it wasn't him personally buying the stuff

You had bags, jewelry and shoes, dresses and lingerie

You noticed early on that he was a very demanding and controlling person

He wanted you to dress in a way he liked it

He even made you go to the hair dresser and got your hair done in a way he liked it

You didn't feel like yourself

It was wrong

But every time he called you 'Kitten' it was over for you

He had a very high sex drive and a great stamina

Going on for hours at times

He was demanding but also giving

He liked it rough but never hurt you

He liked to edge you but never to the point of too much

He was cruel but he always made sure you were pleased

It could be worse

You often found yourself saying

Which wasn't the best

But hey, it could be worse

After a couple months, you learned a lot about him

Every time someone entered his office, you knew when you needed to leave

You knew when he was angry

And when he was calm

You knew when he needed something to eat, drink or a blowjob

He is a man after all, reading him was easy

But he is also a boss

You knew what it meant when he took his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves

He was sexy

Extremely sexy

And the worst is that he knew it

And he used it against you, many times

Teasing you

Teasing him was something you never meant to do, not intentionally anyway

You told yourself from the start, he is a bad man, he only wants you so he can have a pet, he didn't want you as a woman, don't catch feelings

Do not catch feelings

But of course you did

How could you not

Every time he brought you to a meeting or a dinner, he dressed you up as a doll, pulling you into his arms

He walked around with you attached to his side

He looked extremely proud to have you on his arm as well

And in the beginning, you loved it

You enjoyed the attention you got

You enjoyed the envious looks of women

But soon you realized, you were awful

After being his sugar baby for almost a year and a half

You met many rich men with sugar babies

You met and talked with many of said sugar babies

And you realized just how dumb you were

You caught feelings, which was like the number one rule on the ‘what not to do’ list

You felt so stupid

And the worst part was that you actually loved him

Like, really loved him

You cared for Vincent on a deep level and you didn't know what to do with these feelings

You didn't dare to tell him

You didn't dare to tell his men or your friends

You were majorly fucked

During an evening, you met a couple, wife and husband, Mr and Mrs Ghandram

And as Vincent and Mr Ghandram moved to a different room to speak business, you were left with Mrs

"You didn't realize that he loves you right?" she asked, nearly making you choke on your Martini

"Excuse me?"

"I can see it in his eyes. That's not a way a 'sugar daddy' looks at their toy. That man is in love with you and I can see you love him just as much."

You were shocked

Him in love?

Not possible

But as he arrived back to your side, now, you saw that shine in his eyes you didn't notice before

Could it be true?

Part 2

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[yandereworlds]

Even more new bots!

I’ve been having a lot of time on my hands, so I’ve made a HUGE batch of new yandere bots. Since I’ve noticed you guys seem to really love them, I’ve been considering making a Discord server where I could receive suggestions from you guys or even take special requests! Please let me know your thoughts and feel free to give me any feedback.

With that out the way, here’s the new bots!

Joe Goldberg (Yandere)

Joel Miller (Yandere)

John Wick (Yandere)

Demetrius (Crimelord OC Yandere)

Dr. Laurence (Doctor OC Yandere)

[bluelolblue]

serial killer!santino x survivor/victim!john perhaps👀

Bringing back killer Santino again LET'S GOO

Thank you so much MORE YAPPINGS YAAAAY ^ ^

Now I really wanna start working on this series AAHHH but I can't just yet

I will write headcanons for this :3

Killer!Santino x survivor/victim!John

Oh, John has no idea how fucked up Santino can get, this little freak is just so unpredictable

Yes, John is bigger and stronger than him, but Killer!Santino is a little sneak, so physical build isn't even important in this au, (unless John catches him with his hands)

Now, surviver!John is the only one that survived from his friend group (idk does John even have friends at this point... ily John, I'm so sorry), because he still has skills

And because Santino just really likes him

Santino has these scenarios in his head about killing John slowly or just "playing" with him. Meaning, kinda leaving cuts, and carving in his initials to mark him

Hmm, actually Santino got too attached to John so he doesn't want to kill him, but just to tease him... with a knife

I think Killer!Santino is kinda a sadist and masochist

Even if John catches him and uses his hands to strangle him, Santino would... be turned on because... John's hands

He is still very fond of John's big hands

Okay, victim!John is if Killer!Santino holds him captive

Could've been because John actually allowed himself to get attached to him and trust him when this version of Santino is "I'm not letting you go" coded

(I just realized this is like that Yandere Simulator OOPS 💀 "Please notice me Senpai 🥺" - Santino, also Santino "😈🔪")

ANYWAYS, yeah... Santino has fantasies, and even if he manages to stab John, I don't think he would really want to kill him

Maybe he wanted to in the beginning, but sometimes he thinks too much with his little head instead of his big head (🌚) and you know with his feelings

And I don't think John takes Santino seriously, and that just triggers Santino even more, and he is just this emoji >:] Santino's emoji btw

You have to take Killer!Santino seriously c'mon

Oh, Killer!Santino's favorite weapon is a knife. He has a thing for knifes

Guns too but "it's less fun" - his words

But... yeah John actually finds this little freak hot and likes his confidence

Especially when he sees Santino covered in blood, I mean his shirt is literally splashed with blood (similar to the picture I put)

That's just so hot

They both smoke and share a smoke and just being mentally ill together 🖤💙

[thewhumpcaretaker]

Hiiii is me :]

Santino having a panic attack and John helps to calm him down (dog can also be of great help with that too). Is there a specific tactic(s) that John uses to calm him down? How do you imagine that scenario(s)? I think there's lots of possibilities with this :3

Okay first of all thank you, this is my favorite protective John scenario with any of his ships and it makes my heart do fluttery things.

Like you said there are a million ways this could unfold, but I can think of a few common points:

The first key moment is when John realizes what's happening. I think Santino would seek him out for comfort right away, because that's his person - he needs John! But he's also stubborn and irritable. So maybe Santino comes over to him looking really upset but he's not saying anything. It takes John a second to notice how fast he's breathing.

John would get protective as soon as he realizes it's a panic attack. If they're in public, he would get them out of there right away, lightning speed. If they're alone, he would make him sit down or lay down.

John's a very physical person. I think he would just hold Santino very tightly after that, rocking him a bit and petting his curls and rubbing his back. He would demonstrate slow breathing and press their chests together to help their breathing and heart rates synchronize.

He would also say things that are meaningful, like telling him that he's loved and that John won't let anyone hurt him, no matter what.

[motoressagrados]

Best movies of 2023:

Shin Kamen Rider, dir. Hideaki Anno

Oppenheimer, dir. Christopher Nolan

Asteroid City, dir. Wes Anderson

Killers of the Flower Moon, dir. Martin Scorcese

Cerrar los ojos, dir. Victor Erice

How to Blow Up a Pipeline, dir. Daniel Goldhaber

Evil Dead Rise, dir. Lee Cronin

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem, dir. Jeff Rowe

The Killer, dir. David Fincher

The Holdovers, dir. Alexander Payne

Rotting in the Sun, dir. Sebastián Silva

Dream Scenario, dir. Kristoffer Borgli

John Wick: Chapter 4, dir. Chad Stahelski

Suzume no Tojimari, dir. Makoto Shinkai

[umbral-archives]

i have had the phrase "i didn't want to hurt you, darling, but you just wouldn't listen" bouncing around my head for the past 2 hours. take it and go

[I've had this in my drafts for 2 months because it doesn't fit my characterization of Murdock, considering he'd never hurt Reader- unless the reader is a kinky little shit and they discuss it extensively beforehand. I've recently had a few ideas come up, which I'll detail in 2 scenarios.]

Scenario 1 CW: Threats, Drugging (Truth Serum), Kidnapping [Crossroads!Damien is not a good man.] Scenario 2 CW: Drugging, Kidnapping Lite, Murdock being Awful (Non-sexual Edition) [Murdock lightly drugs reader and cuffs them to their bed because they reached a breaking point and refuse to 'hear him out' about his murder man machinations, which is- what any normal fuckin person would do. The stress of it.]

Your vision swims, head pounding as the world tumbles around you. Above the sound of blood rushing through your ears, the frantic pulsing of your heart, you can hear Murdock off to your right, snarling like a man possessed- promising the worst pain imaginable to the man who placed you in this predicament.

"A dog barking at the end of its chain is not a threat to me, Murdock. Hold your tongue, lest I do much worse than this." Damien's voice drifts from somewhere above you, and the threat of further torment rips a fearful hiccup from your throat.

You hear the clack of his dress shoes against the marble floor, unforgiving against your crumpled form- then the pressure of a leather shoe against the side of your head, moving your gaze to the ceiling. Blinking your tears away, you gaze blearily up at the man, who peers down at you like you are a science experiment to be dissected.

Damien sucks his teeth, languidly crouching down beside you, a mean little tilt joining his smirk when you flinch away. "I didn't want to hurt you, darling," he croons mockingly, "but you just wouldn't listen."

He glances up in Murdock's direction, that grin turning mean as he reaches forward to card his fingers through your hair and yank you closer, making you cry out in pain. "You and your mutt, dancing around each other instead of talking it out like adults- I grew tired of waiting, tired of the what-ifs and the possibilities."

Your cry of pain incenses Murdock further, and the sound of his struggling against his restraints, the bodyguards holding him down makes Damien laugh. "You would not bring your 'little fawn' into the loop and set them in line, Mutt, therefore I must gather this information myself."

He looks to you then, relaxing his grip just enough to tilt your head up so he can properly see the glaze setting in your eyes. "Besides, a little truth serum never hurt anyone."

You whine weakly, finally falling limp against the floor as a haze settles over your mind. Damien hums in satisfaction, letting your head fall to the floor with a sharp thump, triggering renewed struggling and swears from Murdock.

The businessman sighs, waving a few unoccupied guards to heft your limp body up by your shoulders and sitting you in a chair. "Securing their loyalty would have prevented this, Kilgrave- yet your foolish notions about their free will… as if they'd willingly defect to your side? With what you do?" He laughs. "That's not what normal people do, Mutt."

Murdock does not respond, though you can faintly hear the clacking of teeth- like he's trying to bite a guard, followed by a sharp impact and a low groan. You faintly feel worry for him, but that's overwhelmed by the next question Damien asks you.

"Now… how much do you know about my… business, and Murdock's involvement in it?"

You blink a few times, swallowing thickly, pupils dilating wider as the drug takes full effect. "… Just that- he does jobs for you. Some… the murders that he does on his own, sometimes you… ask him to do that."

Damien hums, "What is your intention with this information?"

"… Nothing. I don't want…" you shake your head, tears starting to gather in your eyes again, "too much risk, too dangerous… can't- I don't want to die for that…"

He smiles cruelly, tapping his chin for a moment before an idea strikes him. "What is your intention with Murdock? How do you feel about him- what he does, his obsession with you?"

Your mouth opens and closes a few times- as if you're trying to fight the serum like you don't want to answer that question. Eventually, the drug wins out over your own will, and you force out a grating "… I don't… know."

The businessman lights up, not expecting something this juicy to come from this interaction. "Oh? Whatever for? He's been so devoted to you for so very long… why wouldn't you want that?"

His words are meant to be a dig, mocking and cruel, and you flinch from their intensity. You try to look back to Murdock, but only find a guard's crotch in the way. "I want… I want him, I care- I think I love him but… he's…"

Damien only leans in further, tilting his head to the side and motioning for you to continue.

The tears in your eyes finally fall, your voice quiet as you warble brokenly. "… W-What he does is… monstrous."

With that revelation, the businessman can only laugh, clapping his hands slowly. The room falls into silence for a moment, and all you want to do is go to Murdock- but you can't even see him.

"I wanna stop-" you whisper, trying to worm your way out of the guard's grip. "Please-"

Damien tuts, biting his lip, eyes alight like a child who just found the Halloween candy stash. "Oh no, we have plenty of time for more… questions."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Scenario 2 CW: Drugging, Kidnapping Lite, Murdock being Awful (Non-sexual Edition)

[He drugs Reader and cuffs them to their bed because they reached a breaking point and refuse to 'hear him out' about his murder man machinations, which is- what any normal fuckin person would do. The stress of it.] The sensation of cotton in your mouth is starting to fade, along with the numb weight in your limbs. You can hear Murdock muttering to himself- see him pacing back and forth across your bedroom floor from the corner of your eye. 'He's going to wear a hole into my floor if he keeps doing that', you think, lifting your head up weakly and coughing. Your activity makes Murdock pause, observing you silently while you start to come back to yourself. There's a second of hesitation before he moves to your side when you try to sit up, encouraging you to lean on him when your arms almost give out. "Try not to overexert yourself," he mutters, smoothing the hair from your face. "That stuff has a strong come-down. Do you want some water?" All you can manage is a soft whine, nodding weakly while reaching up to rub your face, but your hands never meet your cheeks. The decisive clank of metal hitting metal is what you get instead, startling from the sound- the force against your wrists. You finally focus on the handcuffs binding them together, linked to the bedframe at the foot of your bed by a length of chain. Chain. Handcuffs. A sobering chill races up your spine as Murdock moves away to watch you again, a dozen different emotions playing out on your face. You finally settle on incredulous anger, betrayal curling in your throat. "Murdock, what the hell?!" The Killer holds his hands up placatingly, a kind of understanding in the furrow of his brow, the grimace on his face. "... I know what this looks like, but you need to trust that didn't want to do this, Sweetheart... but you just wouldn't listen-" "Listen?!" you scoff, making a noise somewhere between a snarl and a sob, yanking the chains for emphasis. "There's no fucking conversation you could have with me right now that would save your ass- you've got me chained to my fucking bed-"

Murdock stands up, moving to the front of the bed and out of your reach. He can't have you making decisions you'll regret later. "This is a precaution, y/n. I knew you'd run off before we got a chance to talk, before you'd let me explain everything. I'm not going to hurt you-" "You're not being very convincing right now-" you rasp, tears already starting to collect as you lean away from his hands, tugging on the cuffs.

"Stop doing that, you'll hurt yourself-" he admonishes softly, reaching out to properly take your hands, relieving the pressure against your wrists. "I didn't want to do this, but you didn't leave me any other choice, sweetheart-"

You get up onto your knees, volume rising, feeling emboldened by the cocktail of drugs still flowing through your system. "There's always a choice!" Murdock's mouth snaps shut, gauging you for a beat- panting, eyes glassy, pupils blown wide in anger and fear, face flushed. Part of him thinks it's adorable, but he doesn't have time to entertain that right now. "Just give me a chance to explain, Sweetheart, and you'll see-" Something hits you- something that has been bothering you since before you found out, but you didn't want to face it, to give those thoughts a voice. A suspicion that had built up over time, and now it stares you dead in the face. Just how wrong you were, just who you should have listened to. "David was right about you," you whisper, shaking your head with a rueful laugh. "God, I'm such a fucking idiot-"

There's a flash of fear in his eyes, quickly smothered by denial. He can't entertain the idea that he's losing you. "You're not, I would never hurt you, I haven't hurt you—"

"It's not about me!" you counter, voice higher than it's ever been. "It's about all the other people you've hurt, the people you've killed!" "It's only about you! You are all I care about!" A beat passes between you, heavy breaths shared in the space separating you. Murdock searches your face for something, anything that would tell him that he's broken through at least one of your walls. You merely stare back in confused silence, eyes unable to meet his, unable to digest what he'd just admitted. "... Well, you have a twisted fucking way of showing it." The Killer closes his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh and stepping back, releasing your hands. "Fine." You lose your balance without him holding you up, flopping back onto the bed with a grunt and looking at him in confusion. "W-Where are you going?" He glances back at you by the door, a mixture of emotions making his expression unreadable. "You're going to sit here for a little while. When you're ready to have a civilized conversation, call me. Until then? Look back and think about all I've done for you, what we are. Maybe that'll check your attitude." With that, he steps out of the room, leaving you to your thoughts and the ticking of the clock.

[oleskellybones]

mr henriksen is definitely not going to see my gift that took a year to make :( everyone go @ him and tell him to look at my twitter

[middleofrow]

Ben's Favorite Movies of 2023

[frownyalfred]

I need a John Wick scenario where some goon beats the shit out of one of the batkids but doesn’t realize which hero they belong to. Cut to them getting home like “yeah I fucked up that little red bird guy!” and all the other goons look at him like “you mean…Red Robin?”

“Yeah that guy. Wait, why are you all getting up—”

Everyone knows the robins are off limits from serious beat downs. Batman will come for blood, and he’s downright superhuman when it’s about one of his kids.

[animusrox]

TOP 10

Past Lives

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

How to Blow Up a Pipeline

Poor Things

Oppenheimer

Barbie

BlackBerry

The Holdovers

The Iron Claw

Killers of the Flower Moon

MY LETTERBOXD Grade A 11.    The Killer 12.    Beau Is Afraid 13.    Dream Scenario 14.    Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 15.    Godzilla Minus One 16.    American Fiction 17.    They Cloned Tyrone 18.     Evil Dead Rise 19.    Eileen 20.    The Artifice Girl 21.   Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem 22.    Talk to Me 23.    Reality 24.    Leave the World Behind 25.    A Thousand and One 26.    Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One 27.    Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. 28.    Theater Camp 29.   Carmen 30.    Merry Little Batman 31.    Priscilla 32.    Society of the Snow 33.    Infinity Pool 34.    Enys Men 35.    Sanctuary 36.    Rye Lane 37.    Skinamarink 38.    Monster 39.    Anatomy of a Fall 40.    Landscape with Invisible Hand 41.    Reptile 42.    Sisu 43.    Pinball: The Man Who Saved the Game 44.    No One Will Save You 45.    Tetris 46.    May December 47.    The Zone of Interest 48.    V/H/S/85 49.    Dumb Money 50.    El Conde 51.    Arnold 52.    Maestro 53.    Napoleon 54.    20 Days in Mariupol 55.    Influencer 56.    The Creator 57.    Origin 58.    Thanksgiving 59.    Next Goal Wins 60.    The Boy and the Heron 61.    Bottoms 62.    Wonka

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Grade B

63.   God Is a Bullet 64.    No Hard Feelings 65.    Joy Ride 66.    Fair Play 67.     Cocaine Bear 68.    NYAD 69.    Asteroid City 70.    Nowhere 71.    The Angry Black Girl and Her Monster 72.    Divinity 73.    The Equalizer 3 74.    The Last Voyage of the Demeter 75.    Venus 76.    Butcher’s Crossing 77.    Somewhere in Queens 78.    The Persian Version 79.    Boston Strangler 80.    Polite Society 81.    Miguel Wants to Fight 82.    The Color Purple 83.    The Royal Hotel 84.    Saw X 85.    All of Us Strangers 86.    Fallen Leaves 87.    Ferrari 88.    Elemental 89.    Peter Pan & Wendy 90.    Renfield 91.    Cat Person 92.    Scream VI 93.    The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes 94.    BS High 95.    Blue Beetle 96.    Huesera: The Bone Woman 97.    When Evil Lurks 98.    Dark Harvest 99.    A Good Person 100.    Final Cut 101.    Knock at the Cabin 102.    Quiz Lady 103.    Leo 104.    Air 105.    The Super Mario Bros. Movie 106.    Batman: The Doom That Came to Gotham 107.    John Wick: Chapter 4 108.    Beaten to Death 109.    The Wrath of Becky 110.    Passages 111.    Transformers: Rise of the Beasts 112.    Gran Turismo 113.    65 114.    Sick 115.    Sister Death 116.    The Blackening 117.    Please Don’t Destroy: The Treasure of Foggy Mountain 118.    Flamin’ Hot 119.    Nimona 120.    Cobweb 121.    Totally Killer 122.    What’s Love Got to Do with It? 123.     Sharper 124.    Unseen 125.    Dunki 126.    Bird Box Barcelona 127.    The Marvels 128.    Shazam! Fury of the Gods

Grade C

129.   Wildflower 130.    Freelance 131.    M3GAN 132.    Strays 133.    Sympathy for the Devil 134.    Creed III 135.    Chevalier 136.    The Marsh King’s Daughter 137.    A Haunting in Venice 138.    The Little Mermaid 139.    Silent Night 140.    Master Gardener 141.    The Flash 142.    Fast X 143.    The Pope’s Exorcist 144.    Saltburn 145.    Kandahar 146.    Stand 147.    Plane 148.   Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny 149.    Fingernails 150.    Quicksand 151.    Fool’s Paradise 152.    Migration 153.    Rustin 154.    The Covenant 155.    Good Burger 2 156.    The Pod Generation 157.    Alice, Darling 158.    Insidious: The Red Door 159.    Missing 160.    Shotgun Wedding 161.    You Hurt My Feelings 162.    The Boogeyman 163.    Showing Up 164.    Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom 165.    Champions 166.    Consecration 167.    The Nun II 168.    Biosphere 169.    House Party 170.    The Exorcist: Believer 171.    Big George Foreman 172.    Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves 173.    Children of the Corn 174.    The Beanie Bubble 175.    Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania

Grade F

176.    Anyone But You 177.    Marlowe 178.    Paint 179.    Extraction 2 180.    It Lives Inside 181.    Deliver Us 182.    Trolls Band Together 183.    Finestkind 184.    Corner Office 185.    Wish 186.    Prisoner’s Daughter 187.    Pain Hustlers 188.    Foe 189.    The Mother 190.    Old Dads 191.    Ghosted 192.    Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken 193.    Haunted Mansion 194.    Mafia Mamma 195.    Five Nights at Freddy’s 196.    The Machine 197.    Justice League: Warworld 198.    We Have a Ghost 199.    What Comes Around 200.    Legion of Super-Heroes 201.    The Boys in the Boat 202.    Attachment 203.    Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre 204.    About My Father 205.    You People 206.    Meg 2: The Trench 207.    Pathaan 208.    Rebel Moon - Part One: A Child of Fire 209.    Assassin 210.    Dalíland 211.    Vacation Friends 2

Bottom 10

212.    Sound of Freedom 213.    Winnie the Pooh: Blood and Honey 214.    When You Finish Saving The World 215.    Heart of Stone 216.    Family Switch 217.    Expend4bles 218.    Sweetwater 219.    Hypnotic 220.    80 for Brady 221.    Spinning Gold

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Transferrable Skills Part 1

Transferrable Skills Masterlist

Your therapist warned you about superstitious thinking. You've been working on it. In fact, you've been very good at catching it, challenging yourself to relax, and letting things go. Even before this big work trip, you consciously avoided the "unhelpful" rituals and reminded yourself that the little ones were just to make you feel secure, not to actually influence the future across an ocean.

"I'm very nervous," you had told Señor Snuggly two weeks ago. Your worn out stuffed lizard hadn't said anything back, of course. "That's normal, because it’s an international flight. So I'm going to give you a hug good-bye, and you're gonna stay here to watch the house. I know it's not going to change anything, but I'll feel better knowing you're here."

At the airport, you realized that you had forgotten your toothbrush. It had satisfied the part of your brain that was looking for one (1) thing to go wrong. Superstitious thinking, but the kind that helped you to relax and listen to music until you boarded.

Now, forced to sit on the floor, surrounded by shouting men with guns, your brain is stuck on your lopsided stuffed animal and blue toothbrush. Of all the things that could pop into your head, why those?

You almost let out a nervous giggle at the mental image of Señor Snuggly using your toothbrush as a shiv to save the day. And then the idea of what would happen if you started laughing right now almost startles you into another burst of giggles. You clap your hands over your mouth and curl into yourself a little bit more.

Next to you, your boss throws you a sympathetic look. "You okay?"

"No talking!" The nearest assailant yells in heavily accented English. You're pretty sure the attackers have been speaking Russian, but you could be mistaken. He brandishes his gun. "You want to die?"

"She needs to go to the restroom," your boss answers.

"No, I don't," you protest. You really, really do, and have for the last two hours. But being escorted out of the room alone seems like enough of a Bad Idea that your bladder can wait.

"No, she does not," the man confirms. "Shut up. Do not talk."

You meet your boss's eyes and try to silently convey, Why are you trying to get me killed?

His doughy face says back, I am a white man who goes to the gym once a week, and I really like the John Wick movies. I have delusions of being a hero. If one man takes you to the bathroom I have the mistaken belief that I can overpower two men with guns to save everyone. Also you're a black woman, so don't you have super powers? I believe in you, queen.

You may be projecting.

Ten minutes later, just as you're wondering if you should suggest a group field trip down the hall to the bathrooms, a series of gunshots rings through the building. The energy in the room goes from nervous to frantic in an instant. Your bladder shuts up. The Russian men start shouting and waving their guns, apparently too agitated to speak English. Two hostages start crying because no one else speaks Russian, just English, French and your half-forgotten, informal, Mexican Spanish.

Another three Russians come bursting in the room, snarling something you can’t understand. They grab at a couple of people, force them to stand at gunpoint and gesture to the rest of you. And then everyone is up and kind of moving in the direction of the door. But you can’t get out of the door because they’re blocking it, but they’re really agitated that the room is still full of hostages. And then some people are being pushed back down to the floor. Your boss ends up sitting back down again. A hard hand closes on your arm before you can get down, and you and four others are dragged out.

The leader says, “You all are dignitaries, yes? Your embassies will send money or they will watch you die.”

This is, potentially, the worst possible scenario. None of the five of you are even remotely important, let alone dignitaries. You’re not 100% sure about most of the others, but you’re an aid. An aid to an aid, really. The blonde woman with the remarkably sharp bob is a personal assistant. Today’s conference was about health data management, of all things.

You decide you’re not going to die with a full bladder. You look to the man holding your arm in an iron grip and point to the upcoming door on the right. “Can I please go to the restroom? I’ll be quick.”

He asks the leader something in Russian, and then you’re being shoved through the bathroom door. He doesn’t follow you into the stall, but it’s still so awkward to pee knowing that there’s a man with a gun waiting for you. You’re so glad you aren’t on your period - opening the wrapper on anything right now would feel louder than it has since middle school.

The door to the restroom opens just as the toilet finishes flushing. You hear a scuffle, an aborted shout, and then something heavy hits the floor. You freeze, heart racing. But then there’s no more sound.

You wait for what feels like an hour but must only be a minute before calling, “H-hello?”

You don’t get an answer. Unlocking the door and easing it open, you peek out and stifle a gasp. The man who had escorted you is on the ground, a pool of blood growing around him. His gun is gone.

You’re halfway through washing your hands before you realize you’re on autopilot.

It takes everything in you to fight down the urge to freeze in place and make yourself inch around the body to the door. When you poke your head out, the hall looks so normal that it makes you dizzy for a second. You try to decide what to do through the anxiety fog. You can’t hide in the bathroom with a dead body, and you probably can’t go back to the big room with everyone without getting shot. You have no idea where the other faux-dignitaries were taken. Apparently, there’s at least one person going around killing people in bathrooms.

You try to think of what your therapist would say in this situation. All of the options feel bad, she would say. So you can’t not do anything because it feels bad. Thank the anxiety for trying to keep you safe, then try to pick the least awful course of action.

“Fight, flight, freeze, fawn,” you whisper to yourself. Fighting is right out. “Flight, freeze, fawn.” There’s a body pouring blood right behind you. “Flight, fawn.” No one is around to appease. “Flight.”

Another gunshot and shouting. It sounds like it’s coming from the left, so you head right.

You shuck off your sensible kitten heels and fervently wish your otherwise sensible pantsuit wasn’t pastel purple in this very beige hallway. Not that a thicker-than-European-average black woman mincing around in a Swiss hotel and conference center would be inconspicuous in a black suit, your mind counters itself. You try to force your brain to shut up, with mixed success.

You wander a good five minutes, reminding yourself not to panic at every locked door you try. The halls are so quiet that you half convince yourself that you’ve gotten out of immediate danger. So of course, right as you’re about the round the next corner, one of the Russians appears, reeling backwards. And then he collapses, a knife sticking out of his neck.

You can’t really worry about that, though, because right after him comes one of the largest men you’ve ever seen. He must catch sight of you out of the corner of his eye, because his head snaps to look at you. You barely register the assault rifle in his hands because his eyes bore into you through the top half of a human skull.

Oh, I’m glad I already peed, you think, staring into the eyes of Death.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” the man says, growls really. “What are you doing here?”

“I… bathroom? Please don’t kill me. I’ll cooperate.” you squeak out. Oh, fawning! Cool.

“Price, I’ve got one of the hostages,” he says, nonsensically. “I’ve cleared the east wing.”

You jump when his walkie-talkie - of course it’s a walkie-talkie - squawks back an “Affirmative. Status?”

“She’s up and walking,” the man says, not taking his eyes from yours. “Seems uninjured.”

“Stow her somewhere safe.”

“Negative,” Death says. Before you can panic because what the fuck does that mean? he says, “Bringing her back with me.”

“Copy.”

When he takes a step toward you, you stop breathing. Everything in you is screaming RUN and DON’T MOVE at the same time. His second step in your direction results in a full body twitch. You get the impression that the gun is pointed at the ground, but the only thing you can really see is bone white over a black mask and what might be really pretty brown eyes, but the shadow from the overhead light really makes it hard to tell and your vision is going a bit darkaroundtheedgesandohI’mstillnotbreathingthat’snotgreat.

You’re shocked into gasping when a gloved palm touches the side of your face. The rough material helps you settle into your body, just in time to start hyperventilating.

And that’s when things get weird, because Death says, “Easy, lovie. Settle, f’ me, yeah? Deep breaths, like we’ve practiced.”

Your brain latches on to the familiar command to settle before you can even question why it’s familiar. The way the man makes a long, low shushing noise makes you so suddenly weak in the knees that you stagger where you stand.

And then it clicks. Holy shit. You know this voice. You know these commands. You’ve been listening to and learning them at least once a week for the last six months. He doesn’t even sound that different from over the phone or on a video call.

“There you go, that’s good,” Simon, the dominant you’ve been seeing online, tells you through his skull mask. “Keep breathin’. In through the nose, out through the mouth.”

It’s the second time in your life you’ve been surprised out of a panic attack. “W-what the fuck? Si?” you gasp. “What are you doing here? Did you kill that guy?”

“Questions are gonna have to wait,” he says. “Keep breathing. In for four, hold for two. In for two, out for eight. Can you do that?”

“Why are you in Switzerland?”

“Breathe,” he rumbles. “Settle.”

“No,” you hiss, even as your shoulders relax another fraction. The corners of your eyes start prickling with tears.

“This is a double red light situation,” Si says, staring into your eyes. “I know you’re scared, but I’m going to get you out of here. You trust me?”

“You are wearing a skull on your face.”

“And you’re wearing a purple suit,” he answers. “There are people who want to shoot both of us. You get one more outburst, then you’re breathing and following me. Acknowledge.”

What the fuck? “This isn’t a scene!”

His eyes bore into yours. “Might surprise you, but I’m aware. Acknowledge.”

A distant shout makes you flinch. You relent. “Acknowledged. Four in, hold two, two in, out eight. Follow.”

“Good girl,” he says, patting your cheek once. “Stay behind me.”

[multific]

I Noticed

Vincent de Gramont x Reader

Warnings: Mention of injury and violence, John Wick 4 spoilers

Summary: Being his sugar baby was one thing, but being in love with him was completely different.

A/N: This is a continuation of a headcanon I posted recently. Enjoy!

You couldn't believe it.

You could only look at him and now you noticed it more and more. His actions were a lot softer than in the beginning.

You recalled him spending hours at the bar, flirting with you or just looking at you, as if you were his prey, and you truly thought you were. 

But now, as you watched him wearing nothing but his boxers, he slowly walked over to the bed, he was looking at his phone, scrolling as he hummed, satisfied with what he was seeing.

Before he looked up you laid down and turned on your side, your back to him.

You lay in silence as he joined you in bed.

You heard him put his phone on the nightstand as he turned the lights off.

He soon joined you in the big bad and as if it was so natural, put his arm around you, with his palm against your stomach he pulled you towards him.

His arm stayed as you felt his hot breath hit your neck.

"Good night." he whispered with that beautiful accent as he got more relaxed and soon, fell asleep.

But you couldn't. Your mind kept racing and you didn't know anymore what to think.

You could recall when he wanted you to move in with him, in the beginning, you had your own room, you still do, but only your clothes are there.

Almost eight months ago, he asked you to join his room as he wanted you close for 'When he needed you'. But even sex wasn't as big of a part of your relationship anymore as it used to be.

And even during sex, he became more gentle. While he used to be rather rough and demanding, now he was more gentle and soft.

Was he getting tired of you?

No, with his sadistic ways, you would be either dead or long gone.

If he wanted you gone, you would be gone. And yet, here he was holding you close to his chest as he slept.

Now, you noticed the small things. You recalled the small things.

Maybe and just maybe Mrs Ghandram wasn't lying. Maybe but just maybe Vincent was in love with you.

You nearly laughed out loud.

No fucking way.

Vincent? Vincent de Gramont? In love? With you?

PFFF.

No. 

Probably he just got used to having you around, or the fact that he was employed to kill John Wick kept his mind busy. 

Yes. It was possibly John Wick.

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"No! PLEASE!" You ran in front of Vincent as John held the gun, pointing at his head. "Don't kill him."

"Step away." said John. "MOVE!" he yelled but you didn't, you just shielded Vincent.

"You can't kill him. I'm pregnant." you could tell John was taken aback by your statement. Of course, you were lying but you were willing to if it meant saving Vincent's life. John moved the gun again, motioning for you to move but you didn't. "You wouldn't kill a pregnant woman, would you?"

"I will kill him."

"No, you won't. Judging by your wounds you should slowly lose consciousness, Mr Baba Yaga." just as you said that John's hand started to shake. "You are free. Go now." you said as John collapsed in front of you. You grabbed the gun and threw it away. 

"Look at that. My Kitten is actually pretty smart." you quickly turned around to look at him. He was bleeding from various wounds and you could tell he too, was about to faint, but thankfully not die.

The next time he woke up he was in a hospital room. A room he was probably too familiar with. 

You sat right next to him in an armchair, reading a book. 

"Kitten." he said with a quiet voice as he reached out to you, you moved closer, placing your hand in his. "Smart little girl you are. Telling him you were pregnant so he would bleed out. You saved me."

"I did what your two hunks of meat couldn't do." you said simply before you turned back to your book.

"What are you reading?"

"Harry Potter." he groaned, knowing how much you liked the books and the movies. "You should rest, Vincent, you need to heal."

"When did you stop calling me Daddy?"

"Three months ago, you never noticed?"

"No."

"But you notice everything."

"I noticed that you were in love with me." your head snapped at him as you locked eyes. "But you never noticed that I was in love for longer."

He fell first, but you fell harder.

"You should still rest." his hand squeezed yours.

"You have no idea how much power you hold, do you? I would burn the entire world down for you. I would go on a bigger rampage than the Baba Yaga himself, just for you to smile at me."

"Why are you saying this?"

"Because when you put yourself in between me and a gun, a gun that was held by John Wick, I wanted to push you away. I needed you safe. I rather die than have you killed."

"I saw your men dead, and while I do know you are trained, I couldn't... I needed to save you."

"You saved me a year and a half ago, mon amour." you wanted to laugh if it wasn't for the serious look in his eyes. 

"Tell me please that you are lying. Tell me that this is one of your cruel plays. I can still forget it, I can still let go of the hope. Please, do not play with me like this."

"I'm not playing, Princess. I am very serious. I do love you. Did you really not notice?"

"No. It was difficult, trying to push my feelings down and hide them from you while trying not to feel guilty and bad about everything." 

"You hid it very badly. Your eyes said it all. At first, I thought you liked my money, but then I found out you don't even spend it. You gave a lot to charities. To the dog shelter and the kid's hospital."

"Yeah, I thought they needed it more than I do."

"So, you never wanted my money, then it got me thinking, were you in it for the sex? Or were you just a spy to creep on me? But no. It was a shock but one evening, when I was in my office and you came in with... muffins... fucking muffins. I realized that you truly care for me. Really good muffins by the way." you smiled. "There she is. The smile I would kill for. Never stop smiling."

"Never stop giving me a reason to smile." he lifted your arm to his lips and he kissed the back of it.

"Kitten, I hope now you realize just how much you mean to me."

"I think, I always knew, deep down I must have, but I couldn't hope. The chance of you playing with me or that I was just simply stupid was too big, I couldn't risk that." you noticed how he flinched at the word stupid.

"The woman who plays the Baba Yaga himself is not stupid. Mon amour, I hope you know I stopped looking at you as my sugar baby for a long time now. You have to know that I am truthful." looking into his eyes, you could tell he wasn't lying.

"I know and we will talk about this after you heal, Vincent. Sleep please. I'll be right here." his hand squeezed yours one last time before he allowed himself to fall asleep. 

You watched him sleep for a couple minutes.

"Stop staring." he said without opening his eyes. 

"I'm not!"

"Don't lie to me, Kitten." 

He slightly moved, now both of his hands holding yours as he fell asleep. You smiled before you returned to your book.

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💌 anon list

The Sandman

Morpheus / Corinthian

Ineffable (series) *on hiatus

Corinthian

Easy on the eyes (series) (18+) *on hiatus

Morpheus

Only you can set alight the fire in me (oneshot)

House of the Dragon

Daemon Targaryen

Oneshots

Without you, I would not be

She is my heart

ñuha mērī jorrāelagon

feast

rogue ink

turning red

Series / Miniseries

but daddy, I love him (chapter one - chapter two - chapter three)

this world was never meant for a fire like yours (18+)

in the shadow of your heart (part one - part two)

Aemond Targaryen

Oneshots

some jealous Aemond Targaryen scenarios

burn them all for you

a little game (modern au)

hmm (a christmas drabble)

sepār iā sylutegon (just a taste)

your heart's serrated edges are much like mine own (18+)

dragonfire

i will never say that I am in love

the sapphire and his sun

backhand stroke (tennis au) (18+)

diet pepsi (18+)

official business (president!Aemond au)

Series / Miniseries

prūmia va perzys (heart on fire) series

part one: don't you love me?

part two: and what of your love? (18+)

part three: the flames that divide (18+)

part four: the aftermath

part five: never tear us apart

part six:

part seven:

maroon (a modern au series) (18+)

sapphire-hearted (a miniseries) (18+)

of perilous desire - one: rhaenagon -

national anthem (president!Aemond au series) (18+)

Daemon and/or Aemond

A dance with two rogue dragons

If these walls could speak (18+)

midnights imagines : question...? - anti-hero - labyrinth - lavender haze -

dialogue series: King? -

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

As I believe in you (oneshot)

there's hope for us, yet - part 1 - part 2

MCU

Bucky Barnes

babydoll (oneshot)

reconnaissance - one - two - three

so high school - one - two

Steve Rogers / Bucky Barnes

The Bolter (series) (18+)

World On Fire

Tom Bennett

tongue in cheek (one - two - three - four )

John Wick 4

Marquis Vincent de Gramont

le marquis et le moineau - (ill)fated - first dance -

Ewan Mitchell

chemical override (series)

blue eyes so green (oneshot)

x classical violinist reader (oneshot)

sun (oneshot)

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I need therapy after reading 12th chapter of "The Burning of Rome" sooo ^_^

Please send me asks so I can feel my soul heal again :3

Santino and John you would be proud, maybe scared a little, but knowing them two... especially Santino :)

Oh they're perfect dolls to play with :]

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desperately wanting john wick to whisper filthy things to me in russian

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳I love this idea nonnie ! I have decided to do a list of phrases I've found + what scenario John would say them to you, disclaimer: I do not speak Russian, but I've tried to go beyond using just Google translate and the like, but there still may be discrepancies, please forgive ʚ♥︎ɞ

Tags/CW: rope bunny, Dom!JW, Sub!Reader, bratty!reader, bdsm-esque, reader tries to Dom JW, reader on top, teasing, denial, dirty talk.

Зайка моя ("My bunny"): John calls you this the most, he loves the idea of you being his little bunny, and he also likes that he can get away with calling you something so cute because you have no idea at first what he's saying. Light teasing from you when you find out he's been calling you his "bunny" for so long:

"Oh, so if I'm your little bunny, does that make you the big bad wolf?" You say with a smile, teasing John for his pet name for you.

"Oh yes, yes it does..." John plays along, moving close enough to you that he grab you from behind and pull you close.

"Don't forget that wolves bite, Зайка моя..." His teeth nibble at your neck before dragging you, who's giggling from all the attention, off to the bedroom.

мое солнышко ("My sunshine"): John calls you this after sex the most, or only in the most tender of cases. He really does believe you are his own personal ball of sun. He hasn't felt this happy in so long, and upon meeting you, he knows that you are the light in his life. John doesn't mind if you know it, either. He calls you his sun in English as well, but when you two are cuddled up, the night settling in, John will sleepily call you "мое солнышко".

моя принцесса ("My princess"): John uses this one almost exclusively when you're being a brat, typically in bed. He calls you this half sarcastically, half because he really will do anything to please you.

"What are you going to do, make me, John?" You tease him when he tries to command you. You really shouldn't have done that.

"Careful, моя принцесса, you know what happens when you tease me." Johns voice is trying to be gruff, but he also loves seeing you have fun. Only after a few more bratty comments does he finally show his princess how she really needs to be treated.

шлюха ("whore") / шлюшка(diminutive "little whore"): John uses this one often, forgetting himself while he's fucking you. You know this one too well, and when he says it, you love how degrading it sounds. He tells you most while he holds the back of your head roughly down on his cock how much you look like a "шлюшка" to him. He eventually teaches you how to say it as well:

"I won't let you cum until you tell me what you are..." John has his hands skillfully playing with your pussy while you're all tied up in a little bow for him on the bed. You know what he wants, but don't want to give in. His hands move just perfectly so you get so close, but stop just before then. Your moans echo through the room.

"I'll wait, we can play this game forever, love." John knows you know this to be true, he works his big hands inside you harder now, and you can barely sputter the phrase out.

"Yes, please! I'm your шлюха, your шлюшка!" You cry out as John finishes you, your body writhing in it's restraints. John looks so pleased with you for saying it correctly.

"Good girl." He says as he begins to help you calm down.

Для меня ты ведешь себя как маленькая шлюха ("You're acting like such a little whore for me." Literally: "To me, you are acting like a little whore.")

John says this when you're particularly submissive to him. Sometimes you're a bit of a brat who wants to act like she doesn't love being John's little rope bunny, but now you're practically begging him to fuck you. You're riding his thigh, he's fully clothed but you've taken your panties off from under your dress and are making such a mess of his nice dress pants. He watches you, never revealing whether or not he will be the one to please you tonight.

"Для меня ты ведешь себя как маленькая шлюха..." He says while rolling his eyes, taking a sip of his drink and watching as you desperately try to get off on his thigh. He finally caves and puts his glass down on the side table, lifting you up and taking you to the couch where he can properly fuck you.

я хочу быть сверху("I want to be on top."):

You spend some time searching up the perfect way to tell John that you want to be on top tonight. You know he will be coming home from a long day and want to do something to please him. The brat in you also knows that John will be thrilled at you attempting "superiority" over him. When John finally gets home, he is immediately taking off his suit, ignoring how dirty and blood stained it is. He grabs you as soon as he sees you, pulling you to the nearest surface he can to fuck you, which happens to be the couch. As John's devouring your body in kisses, you say it.

"я хочу быть сверху..." You whisper and John pauses, looking at you in disbelief for a moment. First, he is impressed by how well you said the phrase, then his eyes darken with a hint of mischief.

"So you want to be on top..." He says slyly, licking his lips like a hungry wolf. "So be it, let me see how well you think you can dominate me."

"You mean it?" Your eyes light up, half of you didn't expect him to agree.

"On one condition, if you fail to fuck me correctly, I will tie you up and show you how it's done..." His voice is deep and husky with desire, and you know he's setting you up, but the idea of him tying you up later doesn't sound like a bad thing, not really. You nod and begin placing yourself on top, slowly easing up there.

You hold his cock still as you softly let it enter you, and John already has a wicked gleam in his eyes. You keep going, placing your hands on his chest and trying to ride him as if you're the one dominating him, but even at your best on top you're still submitting to his cock. John grabs his tie from the floor and you already know what he is going to do, so you place your hands out in front of you. He ties your hands up, then takes your hips and fucks you from underneath so hard the neighbors can hear it. You realise you can never dominate him, but that doesn't stop you from asking to be on top from time to time after this.

Я ХОЧУ ТЕБЯ ВНУТРИ МЕНЯ("I want you inside me.")

You learn another phrase, this one more your style. John is teasing you once more, his cock hard and slipping through your wet folds, but never entering you. You're whining, grinding your hips and bucking to try to invite him in, but your arms are all tied up behind you. He has your breasts tied as well, bringing them to perfect roundness. John reaches out and plays with your nipples, plucking at them and pulling just how you like, still not letting you feel the fullness of his cock. You are at your breaking point when you remember the phrase.

"Я ХОЧУ ТЕБЯ ВНУТРИ МЕНЯ...!" You finally moan, your back arching and your toes curling from how badly you want it. John pauses and smiles.

"Oh, you're such a good girl for asking like that." he says, before plunging his cock deep inside you, giving you what you want. You breathe out, finally able to be fucked hard like you wanted.