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neoarchipelago · 5 years

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Her Teacher (Teacher!John wick x reader) SMUT

AN: I don't know what's this honestly… I don't know… I just needed this so there you go... I advise you to listen to the Spotify playlist while reading..

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Word count: 3 909

Warnings: SMUT +18 SEXUAL CONTENT

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You were lost in thoughts, staring into the void as your mind ran wild. You were supposed to be doing a philosophical essay for your philosophy complementary class, on the subject of 'what is temptation?', but perhaps you had recently been too close to real temptation to focus on writing it. You were in university, for the third year, in history. You were specialized into the two worlds wars and you had decided to take on a special class on the revolution of Russia and the consequences it had. You have been damned since the moment you walked into class. That your eyes had met his eyes. He was handsome, his dark brown eyes, compelling. His hair falling over his eyes when he wrote something. The way his black shirt seemed to perfectly design his muscles underneath.

Yes. He was attractive. But you had seen attractive teachers and felt nothing at and mostly, always managed to find time to focus on your work. But things had started to get confusing when you had gone to see him in his office, asking about a particular point of the lesson you wanted to be sure of. You had talked to him, getting into the subject and losing sense of time. You had realized with horror that you spent a good hour talking to him and it was dark outside already. You had apologized, but he shrugged it off, saying it was worth the interesting conversation. He had smiled at you and you had melted on the spot. But that wasn't entirely the reason that you had been so absent minded recently. No.

You had seen him a few days after in the hallways. He had asked you to pass by his office a few hours after to pick up something. You had obeyed and knocked on his door after all your classes. You had been happily surprised to find out he wanted to lend you some books on the subject. You had noticed the wonderful leather binding of the books and asked about it. The surprise was even bigger when he told you he binded books. You had left after a long conversation about it, the books kept tightly against your chest.

The days had passed and you had found yourself completely falling for the books that you had read non stop. You remember wanting to retrieve them to their rightful owner, but Mr Wick was missing for the next few days. You had worried first, but then felt silly. When he came back however you had worried even more. He had a few bruises and scratches, and looked tired. You had walked in his office, and closed the door behind you.

"Mr Wick… I wanted to give you those back…" you had spoke, slightly taken aback from his injuries.

"Oh yes. Have you finished those?" He had spoke, naturally.

You nodded, humming in response.

He walked over to you, taking the books from your hands, his fingers brushing yours softly. Your eyes roamed his face and he looked at you.

"Sir… are you ok?" You had asked, no longer being able to hide your worry.

He had smiled and let out a soft chuckle.

"You shouldn't worry about me miss (y/l/n). I'm fine, this was just… a small adventure in the woods that didn't go as planned."

You had offered him a small smile, not entirely believing him but being unable to push the conversation to deeper lands. You couldn't deny he looked extremely sexy though, almost dangerous. A thought crossed your mind, wanting to make sure he was fine and find an excuse to see him again.

"I'm sorry, sir… I needed to ask you a favor…"

He had looked up at you and this time your heart skipped a bit, his dark eyes scanning you.

"I have… an old book that I would like you to fix… is there any way for you to-"

"Of course. Pass by my office to drop it. I'll see what I can do."

You had smiled again, and excused yourself before walking out.

The next day you passed by his office dropping the book. He had assured you he could easily fix it but it would need a new cover. You had let him do whatever he wanted with it, too lost in the glimpse of creativity in his eyes. You had almost stared in awe and froze when his eyes stared into yours. The air seemed to shift and you shivered, his eyes seemed darker than before. You noticed the closeness between you two but none moved. Your skin was screaming for his rough hands to touch it and you wanted to kiss him. You had mentally slapped yourself and ran out of the room, apologizing and blurring out some excuse.

You had walked home lost in thoughts. You two had a lot in common and you adored those hours spent talking about everything and anything. The way he spoke with his husky voice and the way he smiled. You couldn't believe you had let yourself get so interested in him. But scolding yourself didn't help at all, it got worse.

The days after that, you had tried not to see him as much, avoiding him, but everytime your eyes met in the hallway his eyes looked at you differently. The same dark gaze he had sent you before you escaped his office. You tried to simply smile at him but you felt your own self craving more and more his presence. You still fought as much as you could, even trying to speak to some boys from your class but you had noticed how he had looked angry in class when he saw you sit next to another guy or even talk to some boy in the hallway. Yes you could see the fire in his eyes every time he saw you with someone else, and you wondered if you were going insane yourself, wanting him so badly.

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You were shook to reality again by your friend. Oh yes. The philosophy essay.

"Hmm yes, what is it?" You asked looking at her.

"Are you alright? You've been lost in your little world for a while now. " She said with a chuckle.

"You're right… sorry Leia. My mind's been busy… with some… things. But it'll pass." You simply said.

"Well I hope you do, cuz you spent the entire hour dreaming and now we got class."

You gasped in horror, you had wasted and entire hour lost in thoughts!

"Come on! Get up! We'll be late for mr Wick's class!"

You froze and took a second before reacting. You had his class right after this. You took a deep breath and took your books and stuff, walking out of the library with Leia. You were still confused on everything but tried to shake it away. You walked into the amphitheatre taking your seat next to her. You felt someone sit on the other side and smiled at the boy. Mr Wick walked in and silence fell. He looked around and his eyes fell on you and the boy next to you and you were sure you saw that dark gaze for a second before it vanished. Class began and you struggled to keep focused on what he was saying. You bit down on your pencil as his eyes scanned you for a second, he didn't interrupted his class yet you could feel his eyes on you almost the entire class. No one else seemed to noticed, it's like he had a skill of being extremely discreet, so only you could feel the sweet torture.

It was messing with your nerves. You felt hot just by him scanning you with his beautiful brown eyes and you knew he was doing it on purpose. The class ended and as you could still feel his attention on you, you purposely smiled at the boy next to you and walked out with him. You let out a shaky breath as soon as you were out of the door, and heard Leia run to you.

"Hey sweetie! Mr Wick asked me to tell you to pass by his office after your classes."

You stared at her and nodded.

"Thanks Leia."

What was it for? You felt anxious now. You couldn't bare spend a class with him, where you were surrounded by so many students and you didn't feel controlled enough to be alone with him in a small room. You had no choice, he was your teacher. You sighed and went about your day, your mind always running over the future meeting.

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You had finished your classes pretty late and it was already dark outside. The air was cold and you regretted wearing that flowing red skirt. It was too cold even with your thigh high socks. You shivered and knocked on the door of the teacher's office. The grumpy 'come in' made you frown but you obeyed in anyway. You closed the door behind you and watched him. He was busy correcting a paper, his hair softly falling on his face. He was frowning and you notices how he was wearing a simple white T-shirt. You bit your lip as you stood there. You were however growing impatient. Who did he think he was? Did he think he could do as he pleased?

"Excuse me? What did you ask for me?" You spoke out loud.

The dark look he sent you as he looked up made you freeze and your breath hitched. You watched as he put down his dark red pen, and leaned back on his chair, still eyeing you darkly.

"To give you this back." He spoke leaning to the left, grabbing something from one of his desk drawers.

The rough sound of the book hitting the dark wood of the desk made you jump. It was your book, perfectly fixed. You first gasped, then bit your lip, before blushing furiously and looking back up at him.

"T-thank you…" you whispered stuttering and ready to leave.

"One second. I'm not done with you." His tone was low and you shivered.

The air was suffocating, you weren't cold at all anymore, you were burning. You watched, unable to take your eyes off of him, as he stood up, walked around his desk and planted himself in front of you, leaning on his desk.

"Your grades have lowered. I'd like for you to focus a bit more on your next paper."

His words reached you. Of course you've been absent minded recently and your grades obviously showed it.

"Oh. Yes, i've been absent minded recently…"

"I've noticed. But boys aren't an excuse." He cut you off.

You frowned looking at him. Boys? He thought you were sleeping around?

"What?" You spoke.

"You heard me." He simply answered.

"Wait. That's not what it looks like sir…" you spoke, feeling hurt for a second. You didn't want him to think of you like this.

"You don't have to explain yourself. You're young-"

"No!" You interrupted in a yelp, the pressure almost unbearable.

You stared at each other, the air was so tense and you had a hard time breathing. You took a step forward, and he straightened himself.

"Sir… I swear it's not what it seems… I have been absent minded but it's not because of boys…" you felt silly for trying to explain yourself. He didn't need to know about your private life but, you needed to explain yourself. He had been the only thing on your mind, not the boys who walked around staring at you.

"It's not?" He asked, looking at you, almost relieved.

"It's not! Well.. it's been a boy…" you confused yourself with your own words, and he frowned, his hand tightening on the edges of the desk, his knuckles turning white.

"I don't want to know." His tone was cold and you were taken aback. He stood up and you panicked. Your mind didn't have time to catch your train of thoughts, and you stepped forward once more, now only a few inches from his, gaining back his attention.

"It's you! I can't keep my mind away from you!" You half-yelled, almost looking pained.

"Excuse me?" He asked in a frown, that you wonderfully ignored, too busy with your rant.

"I've been completely and entirely lost in thoughts because of you! Not any boys, no one else! I don't want you to think that I could have been having sex with any of them!" You spoke out.

"Miss (y/l/n), stop." He warned you, clearing not enjoying you speaking those words, the thought of you in some boy's arms was driving him insane. But once again, you didn't even notice it.

"I can't possibly want them to touch me, when all I want is you!" You spoke again, your eyes lost looking at everything but his face as you were trying to gather your thoughts.

"(y/n), STOP." His tone was now threatening, but you failed to notice once more as he spoke your name.

"I've been unable to focus on anything because I'm entirely Captivated by you, our conversations and I've been dying for you to fuck me!" Your eyes finally met his and you actually let out a moan from the way he looked at you.

His hand reached for your throat and the other around your waist as he pulled you in roughly for a kiss. His tongue tasted of bourbon, not a lot, probably just a few sips and you moaned loudly. The hand around your neck kept you in place, choking you, yet not entirely squeezing, letting you breath completely well. The other hand reached for your thigh under your skirt and pulled you closer to his body. You could already feel his arousal and your mind went blank. When he pulled away he eyed you darkly, his hand still around your neck. You weren't scared one second. You were begging for this and your doe eyes showed it. He let his forehead rest on yours as your breaths melted together.

"No one. Can know about this. You hear me little one?" His tone was low but serious.

It slightly hurt you, but you knew he was right, no one could know about what was going to happen here.

"Yes sir…" you nicely obeyed.

He groaned and let go of your neck, his hand joining the other as they slid over your ass to squeeze it.

"Good girl…"

His lips met yours again and you melted away. Letting your arms rest around his neck, the passion from the kiss making you forget the place and time. You felt his hands roam your body and you moaned into his lips. He broke the kiss to spin you both around, until he could have you against his desk. He reached for your thighs and pulled you up to sit on it, your legs wrapping around his waist immediately. You pulled him down for a kiss again, and his hand reached for the aim of your white shirt. You only pulled away so we could pass it over your head and throw it somewhere around the room. You were guiltily getting addicted on the taste of his tongue and it felt like the purest sin.

Your hand passed underneath his shirt to caress his abs and chest and he groaned again. You needed more, wanted more. You rolled your hips, making him fully understand it. It didn't took long for him to pull away and unclasp you black lace bra. The cold air made your nipples harden, and his hand cupped one, letting his thumb run over it. You moaned, closing your eyes. Even like this, you could feel his eyes burning onto you. His other hand reached for the back of your neck, pulling you back, and holding you in place. His powerful grip made you shiver, and you felt his rough beard on your chest, his warm breath making you gasp. The loud moan you let out made him stop right after he grabbed your other nipple in his mouth.

"Not a sound baby girl." His tone was not giving you a chance to discuss this.

You bit your lip trying to suppress another loud moan as he went back to give attention to your niples. Your hands grabbed the aim of his shirt, pulling on it. His tongue was rolling around your soft skin, making you feel those hot waves of pleasure and you could feel yourself getting wetter. You felt yourself get braver and let your hand wonder to the bulge in his pants. You let your hand pump him through his pants but your hand quickly flew up to your mouth as he softly bit down on your niple, enough to blend pain and pleasure and make you almost scream.

Your little teasing had made you make him reach his own end of patience as he pulled away. You held yourself up with your arms and watched him. In a second he took of his shirt and threw it over his head. He almost looked angry, his actions torn between roughness and sweetness. But you knew he was craving this just as much as you and none of you had enough patience anymore. He pulled you down from the desk and spun you around. You felt one of his hands behind your neck and the other on your waist.

"Down." His tone commanded, as he applied a bit of pressure behind your neck.

You obeyed immediately, shivering when your skin and breast met the cold wood. You couldn't see him anymore but you bit your lip when you felt his fingers run up and down your thighs, getting nearer and nearer to your wet cunt. You pulled your ass up, being too impatient at that point. He immediately met your expectations, his fingers running over your slit through your already wet panties.

"Fuck." You heard him whisper.

You closed your eyes and moaned when you felt his fingers pull away the fabric and finally touch you properly. A finger sliding in, pumping and you were biting your lip trying to shut up. He added another finger and you let out a moan a bit too loud. He pulled his fingers away and you whined.

"If you keep being loud i'll have to stop." He spoke roughly.

"I'm sorry sir…" you whined again.

His fingers went back to play with you but never sliding in at all. You moaned out, trying your best to keep quiet.

"S-sir please… I-I need you…" you pleaded, truly losing it.

"I Know baby girl. Enough playing." His rough tone made you moan and close your eyes.

His hand left your skin and you heard the sound of his belt. Your nails scratched a bit on the wood as you were anticipating what was coming. You gasped when you felt the tip of dick at your entrance. But he didn't move.

"Are you sure-"

"I'm begging please!" You whined, immediately.

Your breath caught in your lungs as he pushed himself inside you in one move. The low moan he let out made you even more turned on. He grabbed your hips and pushed back out before pushing back in again. You were moaning, trying to be as quiet as possible, his pace slow at first.

"Fuck… please…" you moaned under your breath.

He didn't need more before speeding up and this time it was getting much harder to keep quiet. The sound of skin slapping and your muffled moans filling the room. You were already close and you almost whined. This was too fast, not yet… you wanted more. But he had already felt the way you were getting tighter around him. He leaned down letting his arms wrap around your body, one around your waist keeping you in place and controlling the pace, the other getting his hand around your neck. He sped up again and it was almost unbearable again. The hand around your neck shifted place and closed around your mouth muffling the loud moans you weren't even trying to hide anymore.

You were feeling yourself fall off the edge and you rolled your hips. He had already felt you get near your end.

"Come on baby girl… I want to feel you cum around me.." his husky voice said, right next to your ear.

That was all you needed to finally explode. You closed your eyes and came hard, screaming against his hand. You felt your senses blur out for a few seconds as the waves of pleasure washed over you, with an orgams much more powerful than any other you had experienced. He was still ramming into you but his thrust were getting shakier. He was getting near as well.

"Can I cum inside you honey?" His own breathing was shaking.

The only thing you managed to let out was a whining 'please' that he immediately accepted. His thrusts got much deeper and he groaned as he came deep inside you. You moaned loudly again, your eyes still closed. He thrust into you a few more times before finally stopping. Silence fell and you could only hear his shaking breath, and your own heart pounding in your ears. When he pulled out, a minute later, you clearly feel the cum dripping out, the only thing entirely reminding you of what just happened. Your mind was in a haze but damn this couldn't be erased from your memory. You heard him walk around the room and you struggled to hold yourself back up, your eyes still closed a bit as you were catching your breath.

You felt his hand run through your hair and the other spin you around.

"Hey hey… look at me." His tone was much softer, the roughness of the moment almost lost.

You blinked your eyes open and let yourself drown into his obsidian ones.

"Are you alright darling?" He whispered, his hands cupping your face. You nodded away, earning a soft chuckle from him. He pulled away and you grabbed the desk not to fall down to your knees. You watched as he gathered both of your clothes. He gave you your bra and shirt that you managed to put back on, you don't exactly know how. You watched as he slipped his t-shirt back on, the muscles of his back rolling underneath it and you found yourself biting your lip again. No no no… this should have made you let go… not become totally addicted. You grabbed a tissue from the tissue box on the desk and cleaned the drops on your inner thighs while he looked outside of his door for any possible witness. You threw the tissues to the trash and took a deep breath. Your eyes met his and you both froze in silence, the reality of your actions finally hitting you.

"No one can know. (Y/n)." He simply spoke a bit coldly.

You felt your chest burn suddenly. It was just sex, what were you expecting? Cuddles and a coffee? You nodded, trying to blink away the tears who were suddenly burning your eyes. You quickly grabbed your bag and walked passed him towards the door.

"(Y/n), wait.." you heard.

"Don't worry. No one will know mr wick." You spoke coldly before running out.

You were too deep down now. And obviously, you had forgotten your book in his damn office.

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neoarchipelago · 5 years

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Her Teacher (Teacher!John Wick x Reader) part 4

A/N: ok… i'm like so pissed cuz I wrote this like 5 hundred times and I'm still not satisfied with it but hey. Here you have it my darlings it's short, not very good, so I apologise annnnd no real smut in this one...

Word count : 3 207

Warnings: blood, light 18+ content, violence

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The sun was barely visible in the sky when you opened your eyes. Looking at your side at the man sleeping, you smiled to yourself. You didn't entirely understand how things happened this quickly but you were in bliss at the moment. You watched him as he slept, his back shown to you. You took notice of the tattoo on his back and bit your lip. The way his toned back and tattoo made you feel was ridiculous. He was full of surprises. You were tempted to touch his back, to let your fingers run across his skin… where a few light scratches covered his shoulders. You blushed heavily, knowing exactly where did those come from. You let your eyes close for a few seconds, the tiredness getting the best of you once more.

The sound of a phone ringing made you frown and moan. This was a rude way to wake up. However the strong arms you were wrapped in seemed even grumpier. You heard him groan as he lifted himself up on a arm to grab his phone on the nightstand.

"Yes, Winston?" He let out in a husky voice.

You smiled up at him as he glanced down at you. His features seem to soften, making you blush.

"Today?" He asked, frowning again.

Another pause while you cuddled up in his arms, hiding away your blush.

"Alright. I'm on it." The last words were spoken in a hurry as he hung up.

The phone was throne a bit harshly on the nightstand as John wrapped his arms around your body once more, making you giggle as he ducked down to plant light kisses on your neck. However the soft bite that followed changed the mood entirely, as you let out a soft moan. Another groan was let out by him as you shifted position. He was hovering over you, your legs around his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck. You were already both naked from the long night you spent and it was making the temperature rise quite quickly. He stared into your soul, making you drown into his deep brown eyes.

"John…" his name rolled off your tongue as if it was always meant to be.

You loved watching his reaction every time you spoke it out, the way his gaze seem to darken. Leaning down to kiss you, you let yourself lose yourself once more unto his touch. He pulled away making you moan in disappointment. You could see it in his eyes, how he wanted to pursue this to much deeper and enjoyable moments. But he was holding back.

"(y/n)... I gotta get up…" he let out in a breath.

You sulked a bit, acting cute. He smirked at your attempt to make him stay.

"I really have to go. I have to... some things… to take care of." He added seriously.

"Do you really have to go now?" You asked your voice still a bit sleepy.

He seemed to ponder the idea for a few seconds. You used that moment of unawareness to beg one last time.

"Don't leave before making love to me at least…" you let out in a soft whisper, looking at him directly.

You were always mesmerized by the way you could see how he broke down to your pleading everytime. Like if something broke inside of him every time you asked for more of him. The reaction you were begging for didn't took long to show.

"Wouldn't think of it…"

His rough whisper made you shiver under him, as he kissed you once more, your tongues melting together as you pulled him closer to you. His rough hands ran across your skin, leaving a trail of fire behind, as your own hands tangled in his hair. You breath caught in your throat as one of his hands reached in between your legs. However the moan you let out mixed with the sound of another phone ringing.

You mentally cursed whoever was calling you as John chuckled, unfortunately pulling away.

"You're not gonna answer that?" He asked with a smirk.

You shook your head. No. You didn't want to answer that.

"No.." you let out in a whine.

He chuckled once more, leaning back down to kiss you. But he was unreachable once more. He pulled back, just a few inches.

"I'm not going to fuck you right now…" he whispered looking into your eyes. Making you breathless.

"You're gonna have to wait until I come back." He added. "And you are not allowed to touch yourself, unless I allow you to." He finished in a tone that left no room for discussion.

You whined, but you knew it was pointless.

"Yes sir…" you simply let out, feeling a bit breathless.

He kissed you once more making you melt one last time. You felt cold when he got up from the bed. You watched him as he got dressed, noticing the amount of scars on his skin, making you wonder how some of them were even possible. He glanced back at you, as you faked a pout. He sat on the edge of the bed, letting his hand run through your hair. You heart was drowning in the amount of feelings this man made you feel. You watched as he grabbed your phone.

"Code princess."

You blushed at the pet name but complied, showing him the code to unlock your phone.

"Your friend Leia called you." He let out as he typed something on your phone.

"I'll call her back after." You said, snuggling your blanket and curling closer to him.

He threw you a side glance as he paused for a second, before turning back to your phone. You wanted to giggle and melt away like a child but refrained from acting like that in front of him. His phone buzzed and he put down your phone, checking his.

"When will you be back? Do you think… we can see each other again this weekend?" You asked, not wanting to ask for too much either.

"I don't know princess… I'll try my best. I'll text you, okay?"

You nodded before sitting up suddenly as he stood up.

"But I don't have your-"

" Yes you do." He let out in a smirk.

You gasped, before he leant down, kissing you one last time.

"See you later princess."

"See you…"

And just like that he was gone.

The silence that filled the room was almost suffocating. You still felt like your body was burning up. The memory of his hands touching your skin was slowly making you wetter. You wanted to touch yourself, relieve at least a bit of the tension he built inside you, but playing his game was much more tempting. And as if he could read your mind, your phone buzzed, with a message sent from him.

'Don't touch yourself.'

You giggled and decided to obey nicely, getting up instead of lingering in your tempting bed, where his smell seemed to trap you into a land of dreams and memory you didn't want to leave. Putting on an oversized shirt and just some panties you decided to take a breakfast before running a bath. You felt too hungry at the moment.

While you poured yourself a cup of coffee and grabbed some toast, a knock was heard at the door of your small apartment. Little time had passed since John left and you wondered if he had left something. You glanced around the room frowning and walked to the door. As you opened it you froze in place, and almost choked on the piece of toast you were chewing.

"T-Tommy?" You called out.

The boy smiled up at you as you tried to hide your confusion. It was maybe 9 am, and you weren't used to see him come to your house, uninvited.

"Hey there sunshine!" He rang, in his usual good mood.

You tried to smile as he pushed passed you to walk in. You closed the door and walked behind him.

You followed him into your small kitchen where he sat in one of the chairs of your small round table.

"What brings you here? Did something happen with Leia?" You wondered truly confused with the situation.

"Oh, no. I just wanted to check up on you, you know? Wanted to see how you've been."

You smiled up at him, finding back that feeling of a brother's affection in his words. He had always been protective of you and Leia like this and you truly found it adorable. Growing up you didn't have any siblings and Tom had always played that part in your life.

"I'm fine. I've been much better lately, thank you for worrying tommy…" you spoke out, before taking a sip of your coffee.

"I'm glad, bunny."

You giggled at the pet name. He always seemed to find new weird or cute pet names to call you.

"Yo, you got that book… hum … you know from that English dude who writes theater?" He asked making you giggle again.

"Romeo and Juliet, from Shakespeare tommy." You let out in an amused tone.

"Yes, that! For my English literature class" he added in a smirk.

"Yes sure it's in my room, on one of the book shelves" you said while standing up.

"Wait, I'll go, eat your breakfast little mouse."

You chuckled once more as he stood up, throwing you a wink. You sighed, sitting back down as you watched him disappear into your room. Grabbing your phone, you pondered on the idea of sending John a message. You missed him already, but you didn't want to bother him if he was busy. The sound of Tommy's voice brought you out of your dilemma, as you put your phone down again.

"Did you have a sleepover?" He asked, a smirk on his face yet a small frown.

You felt your blood run cold for a second. You were sure your face had whitened at the question, as your mind raced over what could have possibly gave him this idea.

"H-hum… no, not really..." you said, trying to smile away your sudden panic.

He stared at you for a second before smiling. You shivered at the sight. It wasn't a warm smile, it felt… cold. Something inside you was screaming that this wasn't a safe situation anymore. Trying to change the subject and the mood you spoke out.

"Do you want some coffee tommy?" You asked, rising from your chair and walking to one of your cupboards.

"No. Thanks." His tone was empty, yet the smile hadn't left his lips.

"Some toast? Orange juice?" You added.

"I want to know the fucking truth."

You glanced at him in shock. His smile was gone and he was looking at you angrily.

"Excuse me?" You added, frowning.

"I want to know who you been fucking with?" He spoke coldly.

"Tom!" You half-yelled.

Fear started rushing through you as you felt tiny under his angry and cold stare. He took a step forward, and you could suddenly hear your heart pounding in your ears.

"Your room stinks of that fucker's perfume."

What? You frowned. He smelt John's cologne? On your sheets? You could feel yourself getting sick at the thought.

"I-I don't think it's any of your business…" you let out, trying to sound brave.

He let out a cold snicker, as he looked down at the book in his hands. He turned around, and slammed the cup of coffee on the table, sending it crashing against the wall. You let out a yelp, now fully scared. You were expecting him to turn to you, but he simply walked out of the room, and you heard the front door slam shut, making you jump in the process. The tears blurring your eyes as you tried to process what just happened. Trying to figure out how did the the situation took such a dark tone. You wondered if he would come back, and adrenaline ran through you as you rushed to your front door to lock it. Letting yourself fall down, your back against the now secured door, you tried to catch your breath as you sat on the ground. How of breath from the panic you looked around your empty apartment and you wished John was still here.

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"Hello?"

The voice was shaky and John frowned.

"(Y/n). Is everything ok?" He immediately asked.

The small moment of hesitation made him worry.

"Hum… y-yeah… it's just… I've had a rough morning" you tried to finish in a chuckle.

John didn't buy it once. You voice sounded hoarse, like you had been crying. John was already having a bad feeling.

"Have you been crying?" He asked, his tone revealing a bit too much the growing anger inside him.

Again. The silence that followed only made it worse.

"A bit.. yes." You couldn't lie. Not about this.

John closed his eyes, anger and worry rushing furiously through him.

"What happened?" He asked.

Every second of silence that fell before you answered made John want to rush back to your house.

"Can.. can we talk about it when you'll be here?" You pleaded.

John set his mind immediately.

"Yes, I'll be here tomorrow night, don't stay alone. Call your friend over. Alright?"

"Hm hm." You agreed.

"Hey baby girl. I'll be there soon. Alright?"

"Alright…"

Hanging up, John changed his attitude immediately. Suddenly, he felt extremely annoyed he had to take care of this job. His goal was to finish it as soon as possible and go back to you. The thought of someone hurting you… he closed his eyes for a second. Loading his gun, he didn't wait another second before starting his job.

His moves were angrier than usual. Faster. They were set to kill, and to kill as fast as possible. His focus didn't falter. Yet he was messy. This time there was much more important to do.

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You looked at your phone after John hung up. He had somehow immediately noticed something was up. Sighing you still did your best to do as he advised. Looking down at Leia's missed called you decided to call her back, and maybe propose some sort of actual sleepover with her.

You were glad she immediately accepted. You tried your best to keep your mind of the morning's events. Cleaning up the house and studying all day, you did your best to keep your mind busy.

The sun slowly vanished from the blue sky, and you knew Leia would soon get home. You had prepared your room for the perfect sleepover. Fluffy blankets and pillows and a movie on a small projector. Snacks and of course, you had ordered pizza.

You just wanted to enjoy the night and forget about the 'tommy' incident. But things weren't exactly your side. It was such a shame. You were so happy to hear the door ring. Jumping on your feet you ran to the door. But as soon as your eyes landed on Leia's red eyes. You knew something was up.

"Leia? Honey… what's wrong?" You asked, pulling her inside softly and closing the door behind you.

Grabbing her bag, you both walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed.

"(y/n)... You don't even know…" your sweet friend whimpered.

Grabbing her hand in yours, you tried to calm her down.

"Hey, tell me, what's going on?" You asked, truly worried.

"It's tom…"

You felt your heart jump for a second. Did she know? Squeezing her hand, you tried to look as calm as possible.

"He..he went out this morning… and...when he came home, he was so angry. He yelled at everyone at home… he broke a lot of stuff in his room… and then he left..."

The tears were falling from her eyes, and you pulled her in for a hug. Should you tell her? The behavior of her brother was entirely your fault. You couldn't hide this from her.

"Leia… this morning…" you said pulling away, and looking down at your hands.

Wiping her tears she frowned looking at you.

"(y/n)... What's wrong?" She asked.

"He passed by my house this morning. Everything was ok until… I mean… Last night… I wasn't alone. And I don't know how, but he figured it out, and got furious. He was rude and smashed a cup in the kitchen. I-I'm sorry… It's my fault…" you stuttered.

"W-what? N-no… it's his fault! You two are not together… you never even showed him any interest…"

"I-I know… I was just as confused as you… and… I didn't even know how to react…" you let out.

"Wait...what do you mean? You weren't alone?" She asked, curiosity getting the best of her.

You blushed heavily. The conversation was definitely taking another turn when Leia sent you a knowing look.

"Oh my god! You need to tell me!" Her excited tone made you smile. At least you could make her forget her sadness.

"I don't know… If I can tell you yet…" you said, blushing a bit.

"It's ok… we don't need to go over the details."

You both laughed. Eventually the conversation grew over your new 'secret lover' like you both decided to call him. You obviously did your best not to give any hints on the possible person. The pizzas arrived and you were glad you asked Leia to come. She made you forget the trouble that seemed to loom over you. After choosing a movie, a comedy, you threw on the fluffy blanket, and enjoyed the show. You both laughed and eventually fell asleep.

But something felt odd. Your mind raced over the events in the morning. You felt like Tom was only starting to be a problem. And you didn't even know how would John react to it.

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Blood was dripping from his hand. Looking around at the bodies laying on the ground, John felt slightly less angry. He walked out of the building by the back door and got in his car. Looking at his watch, he chose not to send you a message. You were probably sleeping and he wanted to clean up first. He wanted to look normal for you. Thinking back to your tone during his phone call John frowned. He wondered what could have possibly made you feel like this.

His grip tightened on the steering wheel. Yes. He had to make it to your house as soon as possible.

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In the shadow of the night, a lonely soul stands against a tree. The darkness of the night hiding his features. But anyone could have seen the dark look he kept sending towards a single window of the building he stood in front of. His hands roughly tightening around a book. The title known to many, as the love story inspired so many lonely souls. But Romeo and Juliet had always been more of a tragedy than a perfect love story. A perfect illustration of love, blood and death.

The boy grinned sheepishly to himself.

"Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, asleep… and awake, it's everything except what is is…"

Yes. Romeo and juliet were known to many... and sometimes even love sparks darkness.

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Her teacher (Teacher!John Wick x reader part 2)

AN: Here's part two I still don't know what the fuck i'm doing just so you know...

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Word count: 3 508

Warnings: SMUT 18+ SEXUAL CONTENT

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You were staring at your finished essay. You had managed to finish it for the due date. It had been a few days since your encounter with Mr Wick and… that it happened. As you had told each other, no one but you two knew of it. You had however decided to avoid him entirely. Your mind was still obsessed with him and were pretty sure you were falling for him at this point. It had felt amazing when you two had sex, you'd do it all over again, but it hurt too much to know that it was just that. Sex. You sighed.

"Hey…(y/n)... You alright?"

You looked up at the boy in front of you. Leia's brother, Tom, was slightly older than you both and was studying sciences here. You two were more or less friends but you saw him as a brother more than anything.

"Tommy… yes I'm fine!" You let out while smiling up at him.

"You sure? You've been staring at those papers for the past five minutes…" he snickered.

"Oh yes… I was lost in thoughts" you simply said.

"Yeah Leia's been worried about you… by the way… she in class?" He asked looking confused.

"Hum.. yes, yes she is." You answered.

"Don't you have the same class? Aren't you supposed to be in class?" He asked, a smirk on his lips.

Yes. You were supposed to. But it was HIS class and you didn't want to see him. You blushed a bit and you heard Tom laugh.

"Come on! Don't tell me you're skipping classes!" He spoke while sitting next to you.

"I-I just needed to finish this essay…" you bluntly lied.

"Right… sure, whatever you want princess. You know if you need something you can talk to me." He said, winking at you.

You smiled back letting your chin rest on your hand.

"Thank you tommy. You're adorable"

He pretended to brush his hair back and dust off his shoulders as you laughed at him.

"You know princess.. whatever you're hiding away from, it's gonna catch you love. You need to be braver…" his words ran through your head and you sighed.

"Yeah.. i know tommy… but I don't know how to face hi-.. it." You caught yourself right on time, tommy seemed to not notice it.

"It's always hard, that's why we got to be brave! Ciao princess!" He spoke as he stood up and ran to exit the library.

You sighed again. You wanted to head home. Your phone buzzed and you checked it. Leia had texted you saying class was dismissed and she was going home. You quickly typed an answer before grabbing the few book you had picked up. You stood up and walked to the far end aisles of the library. It was almost empty at this hour and it was extremely quiet. You were trying to find out the place you had picked them from, trying to put them back in place. You were absent mindedly looking around and you didn't notice the shadow leaning over the shelf at the far end of it. You put the last book back in the aisles and turned to leave when you jumped and froze.

"Mr Wick…" you let out, staring at him wide eyed.

Silence fell. You cursed at the situation you were in. You couldn't childishly run away like you wanted to because the aisle only had on exit, the other end was just a wall. Your breath was shaking and you honestly didn't know what to say.

"Miss (y/l/n)."

The sound of his voice made you swallow hard, glimpses of memory rushing back to your mind and you were feeling hot already.

"I didn't see you in class today. I didn't really see you at the lesson before that neither."

Right. That.

"Hum.. yes, I'm sorry, I had a paper to finish and it was urgent.." you bluntly lied again.

The look he gave you clearly meant he didn't believe any of it. He took a step forward and you took a step back. He froze and frowned before taking another step forward and you another back. Problem is… your back hit the wall and you were trapped. He was inches from you and you had to look up to look at him.

"(Y/n).." he started.

But you couldn't take it anymore. You couldn't have this conversation not here not now, you couldn't bare have him call your name.

"Don't. Please, don't." You simply let out, closing your eyes.

You opened them again, falling into dark ones. You took a deep breath and escaped, walking passed him. But it couldn't be that easy. You felt his hand around your wrist and he pulled you back to him. You were against his chest, your hands on him. You were slammed against his body and your lips barely far away. You wanted to taste him again, the thought making your head spin. The dark gaze he gave you was promising and you moaned softly. But the moment was broken by the sound of someone walking closer and closer.

You both harshly separated and stood away from each other, you clearly not looking at him. The sound passed and no one came but it both made you realize how dangerous this all was. He seemed very unbothered though as if he'd seen much more dangerous.

You were ready to walk away when you heard him speak one last time.

"Don't miss class because of me… please."

You closed your eyes and nodded before running off to your table and gather your things. The library was empty, apart from the secretary. You ran out not wanting to stay in this tempting hell any longer.

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You had thought this through. At least you hoped, because you were sitting next to Leia in his class. He was right. You couldn't keep missing classes like that. You were anxious, biting the end of your pencil. You had obviously asked Leia the last two lessons that you had learned by heart. But that wasn't what was making you anxious. Seeing him, spending a full hour in front of him, unable to touch him, that was driving you insane. Taking a deep breath you told yourself that as soon as class would start you'd feel much better.

And then he walked in. He looked at you, and the way your heart raced, you knew you were damned. But you hid it. This wasn't the place. You shook your head and focused on the lesson that had already started. You could still feel his eyes on you but much less often than before. That hurt. You were torn between wanting to forget him and wanting to be the center of his full attention. But once again you tried to focus on his words not the way his hands moved around. The heat getting unbearable, you opened the two first buttons of your white shirt, without even thinking. You realized the true effect you had on him when you looked up at him and you noticed that lustful look once again.

"For the end of class, I want you to grab a piece of paper and tell me in 10 sentences the importance of today's class." He had spoke without taking his eyes off of you.

No one noticed, too busy groaning of annoyance. You looked away, you had to focus on the paper, not on him. It was weird however, he had never done this before. The way you could feel him stare at you the entire time of the test made you wonder if he did it, solemnly to look at you and the way your cleavage was showing a bit more. Like a good girl you had finished the test, and you wanted to check out your little theory. Without looking up you opened up another button, this time the cute lace of your white bra was showing. You pretended to be thinking of something to write, not wanting to look up at him immediately. Once you did however, you almost choked on air, he looked utterly furious. Your eyes glued to his lips as he mouthed a 'get.dressed.Now.'. You quickly buttoned up your shirt, and you were saved by the class finally being dismissed.

You took advantage of the amount of people leaving to drop your paper on his desk and ran away, Leia following behind you.

"Hey (y/n), want to go to the library with me?"

You nodded away and followed her there, trying to keep your heart rate calm.

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It was pretty dark outside already as the days were growing smaller and the weather colder. You'd have to stop wearing those skirts you enjoyed so much, but today you had chose to wear one with a white buttoned shirt. You had been studying for a while now and Leia was actually succeeding on making you forget about a certain man.

"Ah! I'm exhausted! I think i'm going home (y/n)." You heard her complaint.

"Alright! I'm gonna stay a bit more though" you chuckled as you spoke.

"Good luck there sweetie then !" She finally said planting a kiss on your cheek.

She stood up and left, leaving you almost alone in the empty library. You sighed and turned back to your book. You were reading carefully, trying to focus on the subject, when another voice made you look up.

"Ah I'm sorry! I thought that was the last student! I have an emergency I can't keep the library open…" you watched the old woman and smiled.

"Oh It's alright Mrs Hawkins! " You replied, already gathering your things.

"Wait, I'm going to see if there's a teacher who can close it in my stead."

You nodded and sat back down, going back to your book. A few minutes after the sound of heels were heard and you looked up to see Mrs Hawkins smiling.

"There you go, I found a teacher who will close for me, don't worry you still have over an hour!"

You smiled thanking her and she hurried out. You looked around at the now perfectly empty library. You sighed, feeling slightly uncomfortable. You still managed to go back to reading the history book in front of you. Time passed and the closing hour was getting nearer and you decided to start putting the books back on their shelves. Getting up you walked in between the aisles, swaying your hips, you were feeling in particularly good mood right now, you felt productive, like you haven't been in a while. You were humming a little song, dancing a bit as you put the books back into their shelves. Finally putting the last one into the shelf you closed your eyes spinning a bit on yourself and swaying your hips one last time.

You let out a little scream however once you opened your eyes and saw him. You put your hand over your heart, trying to calm down your heart rate. You must be cursed, no other explanation. He HAD to be the teacher misses Hawkins asked for help, and obviously you had stayed longer, alone! The smirk on his lips was making you furious. How long had he been standing there looking at you?

"You scared me!" You let out in an angry tone.

"I noticed." He simply said.

You wanted to glare at him, but he was your teacher after all. You were standing there eyeing each other. The air was tensed again, suffocating. You were looking at him, the way he stood there, the t-shirt he was wearing letting you see his biceps and you were slightly daydreaming on the moment.

"We need to talk." His voice rang, making you fall back to reality.

You straighten yourself, trying to look unfazed by him, by this, by the way you wanted him to wrap his hand around your neck again. You didn't reply, simply waited for him to continue. He took a step forward and you tried to swallow properly.

"What you did in class, was… inappropriate." He let out, making you frown a bit.

"What… I did… sir?" You asked innocently.

The glare you received made a soft shiver run down your spine and honestly you had just lost most part of your braveness.

"Yes. Undressing yourself like that. For everyone to see."

You were growing furious now. What did he mean by that exactly?

"Excuse me? I wasn't undressing. I was simply feeling hot." You let out trying not to sound too angry.

"Hot?" He repeated, but you ignored him, letting the last bit of braveness you had lead you.

"No one but you was looking. Perhaps you shouldn't stare and it won't be a problem." You spoke looking away. You felt brave but not that brave.

The silence that fell afterwards was uncomfortable and you knew he was waiting for you to look up at him, what you eventually did as you felt pressured to do so. The dark gaze he was sending you made you step back, letting your back touch the book shelf behind you. You watched, focus on his every move as he stepped forward once.

"You're right. It's a problem."

Twice.

"Because I wanted to rip that shirt off of you."

Another one.

"In. The. Fucking. Middle. Of. My. Class." He finished in very rough whispers.

He was inches from you, his arms on both side of your body, keeping you exactly where you were. Your breathing had quicken and your eyes were glued to his face. You were trying to keep the last strings of control within you from breaking. He was driving you insane. You needed him.

"Don't do that again." He commanded. "Other boys were looking as well." He finished in a groan.

His grip on the shelves tighten and once more your brain couldn't catch up with your pretty little mouth.

"So what? Don't tell me it bothers you that another one could fuck me?" You whispered.

And there it was. That hand wrapped around your neck, the soft pressure to keep you in place but not enough for you to feel threatened. You let out a moan, closing your eyes as you felt his leg in between yours, and his mouth next to your ear.

"It. Does. Young lady." He hissed in your ear.

You knew exactly what was to come, you were already getting wet from the thought of it. You knew that you should just push him away and leave but the heat your body was feeling was stronger than your will. He leaned back and stared at you, your doe eyes probably filled with need and you saw it, you saw his own control brake right before he roughly kissed you. He was furious, and you had pushed it too far. The taste of his tongue making you moan out loud. You had been needing this while fighting against it and giving up right now was pure bliss. It was a mistake. A huge mistake but fuck. You'd think about it later.

He pulled you up against the shelf, his arms under your knees as you wrapped your arms around his neck. This was going to be quick, you had broke his patience and you felt it. The way he ripped open your white shirt and let his hand roam over your bra. The way he pulled it down to reach your nipples and play with them, teasing you as you moaned into his mouth.

You felt him quickly reach down to your panties feeling your wetness through the fabric and that was all he needed. He pulled the fabric away, leaving your entrance naked. You clearly heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and felt the tip of his cock at your entrance. He pulled back to look at you in the eyes, both looking entirely broken by the moment yet entirely pleased with it. His eyes didn't leave yours as he entered you and you gasped. It felt amazing, and you had been craving it. He was big and he filled you up so good. He didn't let you adjust however before even pounding into you. You were trying your best to stay quiet, muffling your moans in his neck but he wasn't being gentle. You were sure to have bruises on your tights the next day but you weren't complaining. You had managed to slip your hands under his shirt on his back, wanting to feel more of his skin as you were both still entirely dressed. Your nails scratched on his back and you heard him groan against your neck. You were already edging being unable to keep up with the torturing pace he had settled.

"A-ah...Fuck...I-I'm gonna…" the end of your sentence was lost as you suddenly gasped feeling your orgasm crush you.

You held onto him tighter as your body shuddered in his arms, those powerful waves of pleasure rushing over all your senses. You heard him curse before pounding deeper into you a few times but you weren't exactly sure, still lost in the aftermath of your own pleasure. You both stayed there, catching your breaths, not fully getting back to reality yet. You could smell his cologne all over yourself, as if it had settled into your skin, melted away. He lowered you to the ground as you tried to stand on your legs but failed. He caught you up immediately, holding you against him until you could properly stand again. You still found it helpful to let yourself go against the bookshelf behind you. You both looked into each other's eyes, the same guiltiness showing, the same need, the same… affection? You watched his hand rise to your face but froze in the air as the sound of heels echoed through the library.

You both quickly separated, you grabbing your things after fixing your hair. You watched as another teacher walked in.

"Ah John! I was looking for you!" She said in a high pitched voice.

You wanted to cringe badly, the blond woman smiling brightly at him.

"Really? I was going to close the library, miss Hawkins had an emergency." He spoke in the most natural tone.

You scanned the woman with your eyes for a second, noticing the effort she was making to flirt with… Him. You felt your own self growing jealous by the second, with the way he smiled back at her and you just wanted to run.

"And you?" Your thoughts were interrupted by the obnoxious woman.

"I was just leaving. Excuse me." You simply said grabbing your bag and running out of the library, not bothering to even look back.

The fresh air of the outside hit your face and you felt yourself shatter once more. The tears stung in your eyes, your chest burnt and you wanted to cry out loud but you put you hand over your mouth. You had let it happen again. No one had to know obviously, but you had wanted to avoid him completely! It wasn't helping you forget him, it was just making you fall deeper. The wetness in between your legs was the rough reminder that your feelings had been stronger than your common sense once more. He was your teacher! This couldn't happen! Even if you were begging for it.

You let yourself fall, sitting on the front stairs of the university's building, the fresh breeze making your hair flow a bit. You couldn't contain the tears anymore, you were breaking inside for something forbidden and probably felt only by you. You wanted to vanish in his arms but he probably didn't want you. You closed your eyes, letting one of your hands hold your head down as you cried into the night.

"Hey! (Y/n)!"

Your breath hitched and you looked up at the familiar voice.

"Tommy…" you whispered "what are you doing here?...".

The worried look he sent you made you remember your awful state at the moment and you wiped your tears away.

"Leia has been texting you for the past hour and you didn't answer, I came to check if you were still here…" he spoke kneeling in front of you.

"I'm sorry… I didn't heard my phone" you tried to smile at him.

"Hey… what's going on?" He softly spoke out.

"N-nothing.. just a small meltdown" you tried to chuckle.

He wasn't a buying a tiny bit of it and you knew it. So you added to your lie.

"I've been pretty tired recently and maybe I took too much classes I don't know, I'm stressed out, I don't want to fail…" now that was a lie. But a perfect one.

"I told you you could come to me you know?" He sighed.

You still managed to smile at him, not heartfully though, all you wanted was to lay in bed and cry.

"Come on. I'm taking you home."

You nodded, agreeing. You were tired and heartbroken. Could it really be worse?

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Her Teacher (Teacher!John Wick x Reader part 3)

AN: WHAT AM I DOING WITH THIS?????

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Word count : 3 239

Warnings: SMUT 18+ SEXUAL CONTENT

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Laying down in bed you were cuddling in your fluffy blanket. Taking a look at the clock you knew you'd be late, but getting up was just too hard for you. Last night had been too much for you, and even if you didn't have his class today you didn't want to even see him in the hallways. Your phone rang and you glanced at it, pondering on your next move. After sighing however your grabbed it and answered it.

"Hello?" You voice sounded hoarse from the night spent crying but you could just pretend it was from the sleepiness.

"(Y/n)! Where are you?!" Ah. Leia.

"Leia, I'm… still in bed.." you answered honestly.

"What? Why? Are you feeling sick?" She asked worriedly.

"Hum… no, just a bit tired maybe I'll stay home this morning.." you tried.

"You shouldn't study so much! You get yourself exhausted!" She whined on the phone.

You smiled to yourself, you were lucky to have friends so sweet. But it seemed like she didn't know exactly what happened yesterday…

"I know, sorry I worried you last night." You tried again, expecting a bunch of questions on the crying.

"It's alright, Tom said he found you at the library lost in a book and I wasn't surprised at all!" She chuckled.

You frowned but didn't say anything. Tom had lied and didn't said anything. You were somehow glad for that.

"Alright, take some rest ! I'll give you the classes later!" She hurriedly said.

Before you could even answer she hung up, leaving you chuckling at how energetic she could be. You stared at your ceiling taking a deep breath. What could you do now? Staying here in your bed would never help. Running away, or never going back to university wasn't a solution either. No. You had to make it stop. The feelings that were growing inside of you were getting uncontrollable. He was your teacher, and clearly he had wanted this just as much as you. He seemed jealous of every boy who seemed to look at you… to the point where he fucked you against a bookshelf in the library. But you had no idea of his true feelings. Was there even feelings from him? You groaned throwing the blanket over your head. The power this man had over you was insane. You wanted to give in so badly, the way you felt in his arms was powerful. He was intimidating, rough yet so sweet. You wanted to drown in his eyes.

You threw away your blanket in a raging movement. No. It had to stop. You'd go pick up your book and you'd forget him. At any cost.

And with that thought, you rose from your bed and walked to the shower.

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Your comfy outfit was a bit more suited for the cold weather. You still managed to find a way to wear a skirt. You walked in the main building and looked around. Your eyes immediately found him, in a corner speaking to other teachers. You had time to see him glance at you before looking away taking your attention to Leia who had run to you, tackling you with a powerful hug.

"Oh (y/n)!!"

You chuckled.

"Leia i've been gone one morning." You reminded her.

"Yes but I've missed you!" She said whining.

You laughed it out, catching sight of Tom walking towards you two.

"Ladies…" he said in a playful tone, making his sister roll her eyes.

"Hey tommy" you greeted him.

The conversation settled between you three, and you felt almost like everything was normal. Until a thought crossed your mind. You had to go pick up the book before the end of classes. Being alone in his office, when the school is almost empty, at dark, wasn't wise. Taking a glance at your sweet teacher you saw him talk to a few students and you realized that was your chance. You excused yourself and walked towards him. His eyes on you the entire time as you stepped closer. Of course as if planned, the rest of the students left leaving you alone with him. Alone wasn't the exact word, you were in the middle of a hallway full of students, but deep down, it felt like just you two.

"Good afternoon sir…" you managed to let out. Suddenly feeling intimidated by him.

"Good afternoon." There it was. The sound of his voice and you were already melting.

No. You mentally slapped yourself and finally found the strength you needed.

"I apologise, but I forgot my book in your office, when can I pass to pick it up?" You asked with an assurance in your voice that you didn't recognize.

"We can go get it right now if you wish to. I have some things to talk to you." He spoke, looking at you in a way that made you want to get closer to him and let him wrap his arms around you.

No. Breath!

"I do too sir." You let out.

And he raised an eyebrow.

"What is it?" The question was anticipated.

You had to take a moment to swallow before speaking.

"I..I'd like to give up your class." You spoke, looking up at him directly.

He frowned, tried to say something. Looked around, before letting his gaze on you again.

"Let's talk in my office please." He asked.

You were winning this time. He looked utterly lost for a second. But you were doing this for you, not to see him like this.

"I can't right now sir, I have a class to attend. Perhaps later?" You let out, a sudden confidence taking over.

"I have a meet up with a few teachers, pass by after all of your classes then." He proposed.

Well. That wasn't good. But honestly, was there any other way to do this? You took a deep breath and nodded. You stepped back ready to leave, felt a sudden grip over your wrist and looked back.

"Tommy!" You looked at him wide eyed.

What was he doing here? No, wait. You felt his arm pass around your shoulders as he spoke.

"I'm taking you to class princess.." he let out with a smirk.

You let yourself be guided away by him, not even wanting to look back at Mr Wick. That wasn't good. This wasn't going to end well. But then you shook yourself. No. He had no right to be jealous, you weren't his. So you walked away, tom's arm wrapped around your shoulders and you swaying your hips on purpose.

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You were sitting in your last class, nervously playing with your bottom lip. What if you didn't go? You weren't feeling brave enough to go. What if he… what if he kissed you again? You knew you'd give in immediately. You had to stay as far away from him as possible. You sighed. You wanted that book back though. You also wanted him. Class was dismissed and it was time for you to act.

You stood up and walked as slow as possible. The amount of students was quickly fading and soon the hallway was empty. The sound of your heels the only sound breaking the silence. You took a turn to the left and saw his open door. You walked slowly to it, just to freeze at the entrance. You watched as he was sitting at his desk, his head in his hands, hair falling down softly. Leaning on the door frame you stood there eyeing him. His black shirt tightly around his arms. You let your hand rise to your mouth, biting your nail a bit, trying to stop your heart from jumping.

And he looked up.

The darkness of his gaze wrapping around your mind like a drug.

"(Y/n)..." Your name on his lips.

You closed your eyes trying to remind yourself your first goal. Opening them again you finally stepped into the room, closing the door behind you.

First mistake.

You walked up to his desk and looked at him.

"Can I have my book?" You let out in a soft voice, every bad feeling forgotten.

"Yes." He picked it up from his drawer and put it down in front of you.

You took a second to admire the beautiful work he'd done on it, letting your fingers run on the leather cover.

"It's beautiful…" you whispered.

Lingering there. Second mistake.

He stood up and you didn't even look up at him. You just listened as he walked to the door. The sound of the lock however made you spin around and stare at him. Fuck.

"Sir..?" You asked, your voice slightly shaking.

"We need to talk. With no interruption." He said, walking towards you and stopping a step away.

You nodded at him and sat on his desk. You heard him chuckle but chose not to comment it. Silence fell for a few seconds before he sighed and finally spoke.

"Don't ...give up my class."

You looked up at him, surprised. We were going there then? Alright.

"I have to." You explained.

"You don't. You are an amazing student, and I don't say that because of… our… activities." He tried to explain.

You blushed heavily. Activities? Really?

"I just.. can't keep seeing you like this." You honestly explained. At this point, lying was pointless.

"(y/n)..." He stepped forward and your breath hitched.

You could already smell his cologne and your barriers were breaking already. His hand rose to touch you but stopped in mid air just to fall back down. You felt sad that he didn't but scolded yourself for even wanting it.

"Don't give up the class because of me. I… I'll never speak to you again. I'll never touch you again if that's what you want…" he spoke, his raspy voice sounding almost pleading.

You closed your eyes, your eyes suddenly burning as the tears threatened to fall. If only he knew… that's not what you wanted. And since you never learn, your pretty little mouth let is escape once more.

"But I don't want that…"

Speaking without thinking, last mistake.

You almost gasped at your sudden revelation as you looked at him. But now you had started, you couldn't stop.

"Thing is… you touching me is all I want…"

You watched as he inhaled sharply, yet you kept going, now was no moment to stop.

"And It's almost like a sweet sin everytime you kiss me…"

You saw him clench his jaw, fighting himself.

"I don't know If I should just run away or let you do whatever you want with me."

He stepped forward once, and your breath caught in your throat but you pushed yourself to finish.

"We shouldn't be doing this, but honestly, I don't even know what we're doing…" you finished in a whisper this time he was inches from you, you could feel his jeans touching your knees and you knew the next move was going to be decisive. You were feeling so hot right now, the tension was heavy between you two, as you eyed each other's next move. You were surprised when you felt his hand on your knees. More like, hovering over them, as if afraid to touch you.

"I haven't been really fair with you. I apologise."

His words reached your heart, but you grew anxious for what was coming after those.

"I don't really know what we're doing neither. But I know two things for sure.

You watched as he looked at you through a few strings of hair and you thought he looked truly beautiful.

"No one can know about this. We'll both be in trouble. You… more than anything."

You closed your eyes and nodded, feeling already the painful rejection arriving, anticipating it so much you barely noticed the weird thing he said about you being in more trouble. But you felt on of his hands reach for your chin, and you opened your already blurry eyes.

"Second… I really don't want this to stop… You're amazing.. You're smart, interesting… beautiful…" the way he spoke was making your heart burst at the seams.

"But if you never want me to touch you again…"

You didn't even wait to grab his shirt and pull him closer, opening your legs to allow him more access to your body. He went for your lips and you had never wanted so much to kiss someone back. That addictive taste of his tongue making you lose all focus again. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You pulled on his shirt, wanting him to pull back so you could take it off, what he did immediately. Once you threw away the poor thing you took a second to admire his toned chest before leaning down to kiss it. You let your fingers run across his abs, but you felt his hands reach for the back of your neck and pull your hair. He captured your lips again and you felt his hand under your t-shirt. You moaned into his mouth, wanting him to continue.

If there's one thing you both had in common it was the lack of patience you both had. You quickly had lost the said t-shirt to the ground and your bra, and his tongue was messing with your nipples and your head. You had one of your hands clasped around your mouth trying to muffle your moans, while the other was lost in his hair. One of his hands was on your thigh the other on your back keeping you steady.

He kissed his way back up, stopping at your neck, biting and sucking on the soft skin, making you moan and softly giggle. You looked at him, his beautiful eyes, the bright smile he was giving you, and all you wanted to say was that you loved him, but maybe was it too soon? You kissed him again, trying to keep yourself from speaking words that you shouldn't. The kiss deepened and passion was leading the way into much more interesting parts. He laid you down on the desk, letting his hands caress their way down to the aim of your skirt on your thighs. He pulled it up as he leaned back, his eyes never leaving yours. His hands continued their path to the aim of your panties very slowly, and pulled them down. One leg after the other he entirely took them off, putting them down on the desk next to you. He leaned down to kiss you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck once again.

You gasped when you felt his fingers run over your slit softly, him groaning as he felt your wetness already. Pulling back you could recognize that lustful look on his face, with that point of no turning back.

"Is that all for me?" He asked, his voice a bit darker than usual.

"Yes sir…" you moaned out like a good girl.

You threw your head back as let one of his fingers slide in, his thumb playing with your clit in a torturing slowness. You were trying your best to stay quiet, but in between his dark gaze on your and his expert fingers you were already pretty close. He had that predator look, one that made you feel entirely trapped, yet so safe.

"P-please… Sir.." you moaned out.

This was wonderful, but you needed him and he knew it. You watched as his fingers left you and he rose his fingers to his mouth. The sinful moan you let out as you watched him lick his fingers clean was his breaking point. He quickly reached for his belt, unbuckling it, the bulge already perfectly visible. When he finally lowered his boxers your grasped the desk a bit tighter. The tip of his cock placed at your entrance, you looked at each other. His hand caressed your cheek and his thumb over your lips. You opened your mouth, flattening your tongue and sucked on his thumb.

Using your little game he pushed himself deep inside you, making you moan out loud, hopefully muffled by his thumb. His hand however left your mouth and you watched slightly breathless as he grabbed your legs, positioning them over his forearms and grabbed your hips with each hand. You were completely trapped, submissive to his every will. He pulled back before sliding right back in at an awful slow pace. You were hopelessly moaning into your hand, trying to stay quiet. His pace quickening you let your head fall back on the desk, arching your back into his hands, trying desperately to feel more of him. One of his hands left your waist to wrap itself around your neck, the soft pressure sending waves of pleasure run through you. You were edging and you couldn't contain your moans anymore at all. The hand on your neck placed itself over your mouth muffling a bit more your loud moans. The way your walls were tightening around him made him groan and you knew he was close too. You felt yourself reach you high as you finally exploded, gasping as the air left your lungs, your eyes shut tight. Your senses blurring, seeing stars for a few seconds, you felt him pound into you harde a few times before cuming as well.

Your eyes were still closed, his hands had left your mouth already when he had leaned down to kiss your cheeks, then your nose and then your mouth. You smiled brightly at him, opening your eyes to him smiling just as brightly. Pulling out, he walked around the room, getting dressed and grabbing your own pieces of clothing. You sat up, trying to at least stay seated on the desk. He had already his shirt on when he walked over to you with some tissues. You were ready to grab them but he took on the task to clean you up himself as you blushed. You grabbed your bra and t shirt, getting dressed quickly as you were starting to feel cold. You felt gim wrap his arms around you and you closed your eyes accepting the embrace. You were in bliss.

"You smell good…" you let out absentmindedly.

You heard him laugh, his chest shaking with the action and you smiled.

"Thank you darling… come on, I'm taking you home." He spoke against your hair.

You separated from him, looking confused.

"A-are you sure? I can walk home…" you tried.

"No. Unless you don't want me..?" He asked with a smirk.

You glared at him but smirked back. Looking down, playing with his t-shirt shyly as you spoke.

"Are you staying with me tonight..?" You asked hopefully. Looking up at him.

He sighed looking at your does eyes and he thought about it for a second.

"Tomorrow's Saturday…" you added.

He smirked again and nodded, making you light up with joy.

"Come on, let's go." He said, finally pulling you up and he put on his leather coat. You watched in horror as he grabbed the panties on the desk and put them in his pocket, smirking at you. Grabbing your things you felt his hand hold your before finally reaching for the door.

You both walked out to his car, your hand still in his. The halls seemed empty, cold and dark. But sometimes, even shadows lie in unexpected places. And you should have been a bit more careful about it.

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"I beg your pardon young lady? What did you say?"

This is almost tempting to write guys...

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In Current need of some Overprotective psycho John wick fic with some smut... Oh well

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Citrus, Cauldron and Gun Powder Chapter 2 (Witch!reader x John Wick)

A/N: Well, this is pretty dark, enjoy, don't hesitate to leave a feedback... Hum yeah.. idk

This is highly inspired by this song:

Word count : 3 024

Warning: BLOOD, CURSING, CREEPY STUFF

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You didn't move. You still held onto Neko without making a sound. You were trying to control your breathing and your wrecked brain. That feeling of blurriness as the dark magic floods through your veins was addictive. You simply looked away, not wanting to stare at him any longer. The whispers who had been so loud a few seconds ago were finally shutting up and you closed your eyes, feeling the usual burning in them that finally told you that your eyes had gotten back to normal. You heard John move but you decided to stay still. You knew he wouldn't try anything.

His voice made you slightly jump.

"Are you ok?"

You looked at him wide eyed. The tears had flooded your cheeks. He was sitting down, his back against the wall of the hallway, looking at you. He wasn't… scared? You nodded slightly, confused. However none of you moved. The silence was deafening but it was always better than the voices. You stayed like this for a few minutes and when you were finally ready to speak to him, you looked up, only to find him sound asleep. He was still hurt and had probably passed out.

"You should take care of him. He tried to save you (y/n)." Neko spoke.

You sighed and looked around the room. The moonlight was lighting up the room just fine, the dying fire of the fireplace glowing. There was broken glass everywhere… dead bodies… everywhere. The sight almost made you hear those awful little whispers once more. You groaned at the mess you were in once more.

"I'm a fucking idiot." You let out, your voice raspy from the silent cries.

You stood up slowly, taking a deep breath. He knew. You couldn't turn back time. You had to face it. Taking another huge breath, you took back control of all of your senses and got to work. A spell to the broken window, another to the broken door. More wood in the fireplace and another levitation spell for John. His dog walked with you upstairs and laid down on the bed next to him. Letting Neko walk into the room as well, you walked out and closed the door yourself behind you. The soft sound of the lock echoing through the house. The silence was suffocating, almost too perfect for what you were about to do. You let yourself slide down the door and sat on the ground. The cracking noises of the house perfectly clear, the eyes in the shadows perfectly visible. You were too familiar with this environment. With the darkness and what lied in it.

Taking a deep breath you finally spoke out the words you knew way too well. Singing the macabre lullaby in a soft whisper.

" Glowing eyes in the dark, little evil lights,

let me hear how they bark, show me their bites.

Let them roam free in my kingdom, as it is filled with poor wisdom,

let them eat what's forgotten,the bodies and soul of the rotten"

The groaning sounds echoed and you stared at the dark hallway, with the stairs at the end of it. The sound of paws hitting the ground, bites, growls, barks. You knew it wouldn't take long for the hellhounds to take care of the bodies, and you knew how fresh human blood was tempting to them. Your one job was to make sure they ate the dead and let the living alone until you threw them back into their dark little garden. Not every witch knew how to summon hellhounds, those deadly beasts didn't hesitate on attacking witches, and other poor souls who were stupid enough to call them. You however… you were familiar with hellhounds. You had long reached dark paths of magic that many witches wouldn't dream of. You had befriended the demons hiding underneath children's bed, the wraiths in the graveyards, the whispers in the darkness that you don't think twice about or that gush of wind that makes you shiver unknowingly of what's hovering above you. The stairs screeched.

The shadow in the mirror that you are unaware of when you go to the bathroom at night. The paws walked up, stair by stair.

The thing you don't see staring at you when you're sleeping soundly. The growling intensified. You closed your eyes, feeling the familiar burn in your pupils.

Or even… the glowing eyes in your closet at night. Or the ones of the evil little creatures who are just waiting for you to turn your back. You opened your now black eyes to stare into bright glowing red ones. The creature was hardly recognizable in the darkness. The dog like figure, with ripped skin, evil eyes, sharp claws stood watching you, halted by the darkness surrounding you. The soft black smoke escaped from you, your hair, your skin. It felt empowering. It did. That power rushing through you, the pure energy you had gotten perfectly used to. It was empowering to see a hellhound yelp at your sight, and run away. But it was also poisonous, for you and everything around you. The howling sounds grew more distant, until nothing was heard anymore. You stood up sighing.

You walked down stairs looking around to check for any.. leftovers. There was still blood everywhere, but no bodies to see. You smirked and you knew you probably looked just as evil as those things hiding in the dark, with your pitch black eyes, that soft smoke rising around you and the devilish smirk on your lips. You couldn't exactly check that though, you had absolutely zero mirror in the house. Not that you were afraid of the things hiding inside of them. But out of fear of the darkness inside your own self reflecting into them.

You had to clean up the splattered blood, and the pools of the red liquid on your beautiful dark wood floor. You could just throw a spell to clean it up, but you needed an occupation right now for many reasons. You walked into the kitchen, the sound of pan's hitting each other slightly heard. You wondered what creature had just escaped as you had stepped in but shrugged it off. Grabbing a sponge, something to scrub the floor and a bucket that you filled with water, you walked back into the Hallway. Kneeling down you started to scrub down the pools of blood on the ground.

The little voices all around the house filled your ears. They laughed, and screamed just for you to hear and you scrubbed the floor harder. Your breathing quickening, you put more strength into your work, more than necessary. Tears filled your eyes, not out of fear or out of sadness but out of rage. Listening to the nonsense of the spirits and the villains that hid behind the darkness was truly maddening. Throwing away the bloodied sponge you exploded.

"Enough! Shut up!" You half yelled in rage.

Silence fell as you closed your eyes. You had long stopped to fear them, but you still remembered the first moments when you had fell deeply into darkness. You remember those nights awake, curled up in your bed, knowing they'd come for you. And they did. But they had not found a soft little girl curled up in fear.

The floor creaked behind you and opened your eyes. Which creature was stupid enough to sneak up on you?

"(y/n)?"

Your breath caught in your throat. A stupid creature indeed, but with such a deep and soothing voice. You found yourself almost automatically losing your dark eyes as they were back into usual (e/c) ones. You turned around slowly, looking up at the towering figure.

"Please… don't sneak up on me John." You let out.

He nodded, and none of you moved.

"Who were you talking to?" His deep voice filled your ears once more.

You looked at him frowning a bit, opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. As no answer seemed to reach him, he spoke once more.

"Nevermind. I don't think I want to know yet." He let out in a low voice.

You smiled weakly at him. Looking back down at your dirty floor you grabbed your sponge once more and dipped it into the water bucket. John moved, grabbing something as well and started to scrub the floor with you.

"You should rest, you're still not fully healed." You said softly.

"I'm much better than I should be. Thanks to someone" he finished eyeing you knowingly.

You looked away and kept cleaning up the blood that splattered on the wall. Silence fell once more.

"I didn't thank you for it."

You looked at him, nodding at him. You didn't want to be thanked. You were a witch, witch healed. It was a normal behavior. Even if you hadn't healed anyone in a while before John. Going back to your task you found the moment perfectly soothing. And in no time everything would be clean.

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You looked around at the perfectly clean room as you sighed. John looked around as well before walking into the kitchen, you following him. He cleaned the sponges in the sink as you stood not too far. Glancing at the wall you noticed the bullet impact on the wall. The bullet that didn't meet its target. You sighed again and put your hand over it, as if hiding it. Whispering another spell, you took off you hand to a perfectly fixed wall. When you looked back at John he was staring at you. 'oh. Right. I forgot.'

You eyed each other not moving. You knew he was going to ask it. You were waiting for that question. And you knew you couldn't lie.

"What are you?"

You looked at him frowning once more and repeated your previous ritual. You opened your mouth to speak, without finding the right words. But you had to find something to say. So you went for the blunt truth, with no explanation.

"A witch."

No reaction. 'really??' you wanted to speak out but you prefered not to push it, you looked away.

"And…" you looked up at him. " Do all witches talk so little? Or is it just you?" You gasped "because I've never been so forced to talk to someone in my entire life."

You chuckled at his frown.

"What do you want to know?" You finally let out.

"Everything." His tone made you shiver but you nodded nevertheless.

You walked into the living room, John following you. As you both sat on the couch, you sighed and looked at him.

"You have to be more specific, or it'll take months. What do you wish to know?" You said.

"How did you got to me?"

You frowned at how the question sounded.

"I didn't got to you. You ended up in my path trust me you cause me more trouble than anything else!" You let out coldly.

It must have angered him because he rose from the couch and spoke just as coldly.

"Ok, I don't have time to deal with a kid, even less a brat." He spoke just as coldly.

You felt your own rage rise as you rose from the couch as well.

"I beg your pardon? I'm probably fucking older than you and look who's talking Mister Sunshine." You let out, your voice dripping of sarcasm.

You both froze. Alright. This conversation had not started well. You sighed, but keeping a frown on your face you spoke out.

"I was just passing by next to that hotel. The street had been entirely closed up and it was perfect for me to go home faster. I found your dog, who led me to you. I wasn't really going to… meddle in human affairs. But people were coming by and I heard they wanted to kill you. I have to be honest with you I didn't really think when I brought you home but it was already done so I helped you." You finished letting yourself fall back down on the couch, folding your arms on your chest.

He mimicked you, and silence fell. Your eyes looked into the fire burning softly in the fireplace.

"How are you probably older than me?" He asked, his tone tainted in confusion.

You smirked.

"Witches age differently compared to other living things. In some cases, they may never die unless killed. It depends on a variety of reasons and factors but we still live much longer than humans" you explained.

"So. How old are you?" He asked looking at you.

"Over 350 years old." You said in a smirk.

"Definitely older than me, grandma." He mumbled.

You glared at him, but his smirk made your anger vanish. He looked almost alright. It made your heart soften, and you mentally wondered why.

"Are all witches like you? You look… powerful." He asked again.

This time you felt yourself grow anxious.

"No… they're not." You looked away.

"So you guys have like? Meetings?" He kept asking away.

"We do… but… I'm not part of it anymore." You let out, your eyes losing focus into the flames.

"Why not?"

You didn't answer. Memories flooding your mind. You curled up in the couch, your arms around your knees. Still not managing to actually look at him, you mumbled out something, hoping he'd let it go.

"I got cast away."

You could feel his stare burning into you. You were silently hoping it wasn't going to speak out that question.

"Why?"

And he did. You sighed. What were you losing on telling him? Perhaps he would do just the same right after, and you'd learn more about him.

"I've always been… more or less cast away. I was born in a perfect little witch family, and I was the little girl my parents always wanted. But I was… different. I attracted darker energy, and I danced with darker spirits. I scared away the other kids when we played and practiced. I was… more prone to black magic we'd say. My parents quickly decided it wasn't good for the blood line so I lived with my grandma and she taught me everything. I learned to be good, to do good, and to cast aside anything dark. Around...1692…" John frowned, probably still not used to such old dates. "I fell in love…" your eyes were stuck in the flames that seemed to dance like a fire you once knew.

"He was sweet, and I wanted to be his forever. Of course it was complicated. And things turned dark." Your eyes stung with tears.

"What happened?" John softly asked, pushing you to keep going.

"The witch trials started. I don't exactly remember why or how, but many of us were being hunted down and killed. My grandma wanted to us run away, but I didn't want to leave. Because of him. I know I should have been more careful… I ended up being caught by his own father who sentenced me to burn at the stake. It's so cliché" You finished in a sour laugh. "I was kept in a cage, and he came to save me in the night… obviously we were caught. My grandma tried to save us both… but she was killed…" it was hard to speak in between your breath that hitched through the sobs you were containing.

"And… his own father… killed him…" rage filled you once more the memory so vivid. "I..I was… so... filled... with rage… that I forgot everything that I was taught … and I let the darkness take control…" you were angrily crying on your couch, now, the presence of John almost erased.

"What did you do?" The question fell out of his lips and reached you without truly bringing you back to reality.

"I killed them… I killed them all… I burnt the village and the villagers… I let monsters ...roam free into the streets. I gave them what they wanted… an evil little monster…" tears fell slowly, as your eyes saw in the flames the same ones that burnt everything so long ago.

"Did you love him?" John's voice sounded lower and angrier.

"More than anything…" you spoke letting out another tear. "After that… the coven I was part of… that my… family was part of, decided I couldn't live any longer… my own parents were instructed to kill me… but unfortunately for them, I was lost in dark place, and I was the one that killed them. Seeing me as a threat for them, they stopped hunting me, the other witches and warlocks. But they cast me away. I am no longer allowed to contact them, or deal with them, any of them." You finished wiping away your tears. Trying to breathe calmly again. "I'm just… a monster for them… and they're probably right…you should be scared of me" you finished looking down.

"A monster is not afraid of another monster."

His words made you look at him in confusion. You watched his lips, his movements, as he explained his own story. His job, his encounter with the woman who changed everything… the way she died and the puppy he was gifted with. Hearing the death of the poor thing made your own blood boil… you don't know what you'd do if someone killed Neko. You listened how he hunted down the awful boy and killed everyone in his way, but his past came crushing on him after that. You heard his troubles and the way he was so lost down that path that he crossed a sacred line, turning him excommunicado. You saw yourself in that story. You felt the same pain…

"I'll help you. If you want me to of course … I'll help you John. You'll find peace." You told him, looking at him in the eyes.

"Only if you allow me to help you find yours…" he spoke leaving you baffled.

Help ...you?

It has been a while since someone had wanted to help you. But you nodded, sealing a contract between you two that would intertwine both of your life in a way you never expected.

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