#keanu reeves ff

[rosevette]

·.༄࿔ TAKE ME TO PARIS part 2. my mlist

𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌 & 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

💋ྀིྀི résumé : the gifts won’t stop, along with john’s paranoia. he won’t even let you out of the hotel.

1.6k words + tags : dumb, ‘naive’ !reader, manipulation, fantasizing, smut, age gap, pet names, fingering, slight non-con, evil intent, brat-taming⭑

୭ৎ … im so sorry yall had to wait so long for this, but im finally finished !! more chapters to come, and I hope you enjoy…if there are any error, ignore! (part 1 here) - sincerely, rose

DAYS PASSED, and John's concern only seemed to intensify. He hovered nearby constantly, his watchful gaze never leaving your side, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. The gifts from Marquis didn’t stop either, a jewelry a day.

At first, you found John’s behavior endearing, a testament to his unwavering dedication to keeping you safe. But as time wore on, his constant vigilance began to chafe, leaving you feeling suffocated by his overbearing presence.

"I'm just going for a walk, John," you protested, attempting to slip past him as he stood guard by the hotel entrance.

His grip tightened on your arm, his eyes flashing with undisguised worry. "I can't let you out of my sight, not with him out there," he insisted, his tone firm and resolute.

Frustration bubbled up inside you as you shook off his hold, refusing to be caged like some delicate bird.

"I'm not a child, John. I can take care of myself," you snapped, storming towards the door, before the brooding man stopped you and held his position in front of the door.

“I said no.”

His voice was cold, you were getting on his nerves. Paranoid or not, he couldn’t let you go outside.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, my patience has already been thrown out the window.” He glared at you, you could tell he wasn’t joking, but you just can’t help but to talk back.

“You’re such a brute. You can’t keep me here fore—“ You widened your eyes, feeling a hand read gently on your mouth. Fluttering your eyelashes to John’s gaze, your face flushed, your eyebrows narrowing.

“Stop being a brat.” He murmured, his words slipping smoothly through his lips.

Before you knew it, his body already pressed against yours firmly, his weight leaning you against the flat surface of the wall, secluded in your room.

“I’m just looking out for you, is that so hard to understand?”

As John pressed you against the decorative wallpaper, his firm grip sending shivers down your spine, you couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. His proximity ignited a fire within you, stirring desires that had long lain dormant.

With a defiant smirk, you met his intense gaze head-on, the heat of his breath mingling with yours as you leaned in closer, the tension crackling between you like electricity.

"You're not my keeper, John," you countered, your voice laced with equal parts defiance and desire. "I can take care of myself."

But before you could utter another word, John's lips crashed against yours, his kiss fierce and demanding, leaving you breathless and dizzy with longing. His hands roamed your body with a possessive urgency, igniting a fierce hunger deep within your core.

“Do you understand what no means?” He leaned back, scoffing at your flushed state. Now turning your body around to face him, his eyes trailed your body top to bottom, your heart pacing, knowing what was next.

With a gasp, you melted into him, your resistance crumbling beneath the weight of his passion. Every touch, every caress sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, building to a fever pitch that threatened to consume you whole.

It didn’t take long until you felt his hands start to trail up your silk dress, his hand could be seen rubbing along your thighs through the thin fabric. Each whimper you gave was met with a smirk from John, only fueling his ego.

“Seems like this brat is already so wet for me. Is this what you wanted? To push my buttons to end up like this?”

Your breath hitched as John’s hands explored the curves of your body, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through you with every teasing touch. His words, though laced with arrogance, only served to stoke the flames of your desire, igniting a primal need that begged to be sated.

With a low whimper, you arched into his touch, unable to deny the intoxicating effect he had on you. “N-No I didn’t mean to I…,” you murmured, your voice dripping with seduction as you trailed your fingers along the contours of his chest.

The tension between you crackled with raw intensity, each touch, each whispered word fueling the inferno of passion that raged between you. Lost in the heat of the moment, his fingers eventually met contact with your wet folds, a moan slipping past your lips.

“J-John..” you croaked, squinting.

“I told you there would be punishments for your behavior.” You couldn’t even reply back in time when he had slipped a finger inside your wet hole, gasping into the air. A few pumps from his digits already made you a moaning mess.

Your words caught in your throat as John’s touch sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, rendering you speechless as ecstasy washed over you in dizzying waves. His fingers, skilled and knowing, delved deeper into your core, igniting a firestorm of desire that threatened to consume you whole.

Every pump, every stroke sent you spiraling closer to the edge, your moans echoing in the air as you surrendered yourself to the overwhelming pleasure that John bestowed upon you. His touch was like a drug, intoxicating and addictive, leaving you craving more with each passing moment.

He smirked, eventually pulling his fingers away to bring to his mouth, tasting you. You widened your eyes, wondering why he stopped as jaw hung open, your poor cunt soaked and wanting more.

John’s smirk only deepened as he savored the taste of your arousal on his fingers, his gaze locked with yours as he drank in your reaction with undisguised satisfaction. Your widened eyes and parted lips spoke volumes, your confusion and desire swirling together in a heady mix that only fueled his own arousal.

“Such a sweet little thing,” he murmured, his voice dripping with sinful promise as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “You want more, don’t you?” He laughed wickedly. This was your punishment. He wasn’t going to continue, he was going to make you wait for it.

He scoffed, leaving you breathless and aching for more as he reveled in the power he held over you. Your body throbbed with need, every nerve on edge as you craved his touch like a drug.

“Clean yourself up, darling,” he said casually, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just transpired between you.

Confusion and frustration warred within you as you struggled to make sense of his abrupt change in demeanor. Had it all been a game to him? A cruel joke at your expense?

With trembling hands, you gathered your wits about you, forcing yourself to stand on shaky legs as you attempted to compose yourself. But the memory of his touch lingered like a fever dream, leaving you reeling in its wake.

Now stepping out of the steaming shower, you sighed to yourself, thinking back to John’s advances just an hour ago. You should’ve known he had a trick up his sleeve just to toy with you.

Before you could dwell on the thought any longer, your phone rang, startling you out of your reverie. Glancing at the caller ID, you frowned in confusion at the unfamiliar number. Hesitantly, you answered, bringing the phone to your ear.

"Bonjour, ma chérie," a smooth voice purred from the other end, sending a chill down your spine.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Recognition dawned on you as you realized who was calling. "Marquis," you greeted evenly, masking the tremor in your voice. “How did you find my number…”

"Ah, I know a guy," he replied, his voice dripping with honeyed charm. "Tell me, have you been enjoying my little gifts?"

Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to maintain your composure. "I appreciate the gesture," you replied tersely, forcing a note of indifference into your tone.

Deep down, you weren’t scared or threatened that the man called you, in fact, you welcomed it. Perhaps you could use this as payback for John?

The Marquis's laughter echoed in your ears, he had noticed your tone of voice . "Oh, ma chérie, you wound me," he purred. "But tell me, have you left Paris? I haven’t seen you anywhere…”

Yeah, thanks to John. You thought in your head.

“I simply admire beautiful things, and you, my dear, are the most exquisite masterpiece of them all. A shame I haven’t seen you since the auction.

Despite the danger and warning bells ringing in your mind, a rebellious spark ignited within you at the Marquis’s words. You couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through you at the thought of defying John, of embracing the danger that lurked just beyond the shadows.

As the Marquis’s laughter echoed in your ears, you felt a surge of defiance welling up inside you.

“I’m still here, Marquis,” you replied, your voice laced with a hint of mischief. “And I must say, your absence hasn’t gone unnoticed either.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by a low chuckle that sent a shiver down your spine. “Ah, so you’re still playing games, ma chérie,” he murmured, his voice tinged with amusement. “I must say, I do admire your spirit.”

The Marquis’s laughter filled the air once more, a sound that sent a thrill of anticipation racing through your veins. “Well then, my dear,” he purred. “Let’s see just how far that taste for danger will take you.”

the end ! part 3 in progress…

© rosevette 2024 . do not copy !

[velvainee]

✦ ⎯⎯ ㅤִㅤ ୭ 𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦 ( dr.wick x reader )

ᨳ ꒰ précis ꒱. oneshot. In 2236, Dr. John Wick leads "Wick Industries" in human experiments to extend life and youthfulness. But behind the facade of progress, test subjects like you are unknowingly involved, their consent ignored.

୨ৎ warnings. manhandling, non-con, forced relationship, breeding, evil intent, large age gap, p in v, blackmailing, mentions of blood, torture, bdsm, size kink. dead dove. do not eat. 2.6k words.

𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, this is my first fic on this blog ! please excuse any mistakes and lmk if you like it, reblogs comments & likes are very appreciated! if you have any requests for another fic don’t be afraid to reach out. ( has not been proof read ) !

As you step into the sterile corridors of Wick Industries, the faint hum of machinery fills the air, a constant reminder of the scientific endeavors unfolding within. It's 2236, an era where the boundaries between progress and ethical considerations blur into a murky haze.

You find yourself here not out of choice, but out of dire necessity, your financial woes pressing upon you like a weighty burden. Volunteering as a blood donor is your ticket to survival, a means to secure the funds desperately needed to support your ailing mother and keep a roof over your head.

You needed the money, your mother's illness draining your savings faster than you could replenish them, while the relentless march of automation threatened your livelihood in the retail sector.

With each passing day, the gap between what you earned and what you needed widened, leaving you with little recourse but to turn to unconventional means to make ends meet.

A giant in the industry, Wick Industries looms large in the landscape of scientific research, its reputation as a leader in biomedical advancements drawing both admiration and scrutiny.

When news broke of their call for volunteers to participate in cutting-edge experiments aimed at extending human youth, you saw it as an opportunity—a chance to alleviate your financial woes while contributing to the greater good. Little did you know the true cost of admission into this world of scientific ambition and moral ambiguity.

Entering the facility, you're greeted by the sight of a bustling lobby, volunteers milling about in varying states of anticipation and apprehension.

The air is charged with nervous energy, a palpable undercurrent of uncertainty running through the crowd as each individual grapples with their own reasons for being there.

At the registration desk, you join the queue, your heart pounding in your chest as you inch closer to the counter.

The old woman behind the desk is brisk and efficient, her voice a steady rhythm in the cacophony of voices around you.

“Next,” she called out, an old woman behind the counter waved her hand, urging you to move forward.

“ID?” She spoke. Your hands making their way into your little pink hand bag as they shuffled to take out your wallet, waiting for the nod of approval before tucking your things back into your purse.

“Third door down the hallway to the left,” she directed.

Guided by her directions, you navigate through the maze-like corridors of the facility, the sterile environment and the click of your heels against the polished floors adding to the surreal atmosphere.

The waiting room is a sea of faces, each one bearing the weight of their own struggles and uncertainties, their eyes betraying a mixture of hope and trepidation.

As you take your seat among the other volunteers, you can't help but feel a sense of camaraderie tinged with unease. The steady stream of departures catches your attention, prompting a question to the person beside you.

“Why are people leaving?” You ask.

Their answer, though matter-of-fact, does little to assuage your growing apprehension.

“I hear the doctors are looking for a specific blood type within the volunteers,” the man next to you replied, his eyes going back to the bright screen of the phone he held.

Amidst the ebb and flow of volunteers, two figures emerge, their presence commanding attention as they make their way down the line of chairs. The older man's piercing gaze sends a shiver down your spine, while his companion's whispered exchange only serves to heighten your sense of foreboding.

When they finally reach you, the weight of their scrutiny feels suffocating.

The bearded man leans in to murmur something inaudible into his assistants ear, the man’s eyes flicker in your direction.

“Her,” he whispers slightly, their eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.

As their stares bore into yours, the man’s assistant gestures for you to stand, and you comply, feeling a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. With a barely perceptible nod from the older man, they lead you away from the crowd, down a series of sterile corridors lined with gleaming metal doors.

Down the labyrinthine corridors you go, each step bringing you closer to the unknown. The air grows colder, the atmosphere thick with anticipation and trepidation. What awaits you behind those imposing doors remains a mystery, one that gnaws at the edges of your consciousness with relentless persistence.

Finally, you come to a stop before a nondescript door, its surface devoid of any indication of what lies beyond. With a silent exchange, the older man and his assistant confer, their words lost to you in the deafening silence of the corridor.

As the door slides open, revealing a sterile room bathed in harsh fluorescent light, you steel yourself for what comes next.

Alone in the room with these enigmatic figures, you can't help but feel a sense of trepidation. Their welcoming smiles offer little comfort, their words ringing hollow against the backdrop of uncertainty that looms over you like a dark cloud.

"Welcome," the man with the clipboard begins, his voice a mere whisper in the vast emptiness of the room. "My name is Dr. David. Thank you for volunteering,”

As the assistant quietly slips out of the room, leaving you alone with Dr. John Wick, a sense of unease settles over you like a heavy blanket. Yet, in his presence, there's a strange calmness that washes over you, his reassuring smile and soothing voice momentarily easing the knots of tension in your stomach.

"Please, have a seat," he gestures towards a chair, his tone gentle yet authoritative. You comply, sinking into the plush cushion as he takes a seat across from you, his piercing gaze never leaving yours.

"Let me assure you, you're in good hands here," he begins, his voice smooth as silk. "Wick Industries is at the forefront of groundbreaking research, and your participation in our experiments is invaluable."

Despite his words, a nagging feeling of apprehension lingers at the back of your mind, a whisper of doubt that refuses to be silenced. Yet, you push it aside, clinging to the hope that perhaps this is just the opportunity you've been waiting for.

“I’m Dr. Wick—but please, call me John,” He gives you a charming grin once more, reaching out his hand for you to shake.

As he continues to speak, his words seem to fade into the background, your focus shifting to the way the harsh fluorescent light casts shadows across his angular features.

“Tell me about yourself,” he speaks up once more, trying to strike a conversation with his patient.

There's something magnetic about him, something that draws you in despite your better judgment.

“There’s not really much to me,” you chuckle softly, a pink shade flushing against your cheeks.

“I work in retail—heard of the small cafe Allure? Im a barista,” you say bluntly, as if you were having a normal conversation with your friend.

“Ah really?” John turns to you, his brown eyes boring into yours. “I’ll have to try it sometime, I’ve never been,” he revealed.

Your conversation starts to become more intimate, sort of like you’re speaking to a therapist.

"You're special, you know," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. "There's something about you that sets you apart from the others."

A flush creeps up your neck at his words, a warmth spreading through you that has nothing to do with the temperature of the room. His proximity is intoxicating, his presence commanding yet strangely comforting.

“People don’t usually say that about me,” you scoff, rolling your eyes, yet you felt cared for, embracing the feeling of praise.

“A shame for such a pretty girl like you,” He jokes, rubbing his chin with his fingers.

You find yourself hanging onto his every word, his charisma and intelligence captivating you in a way you never expected.

As he shares stories of his past achievements and future aspirations, you can't help but feel a sense of admiration for the man before you.

But beneath the surface, there's a tension that simmers, a palpable electricity that crackles in the air between you. You can sense the shift in his demeanor, the subtle change in the way he looks at you, as if seeing you for the first time.

As the conversation lulls, he rises from his seat, his movements fluid and purposeful. With a slight smile, he disappears into the adjacent room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Minutes pass, the silence broken only by the soft hum of machinery in the distance. And then, he reappears, a small vial in his hand.

"I've prepared something to help ease the discomfort during the blood extraction process," he explains, his tone reassuring. "It's a simple elixir, but it should make the experience more bearable."

You nod, accepting the vial with a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. As you raise it to your lips, you can't help but wonder what exactly is in the concoction he's given you.

But the pain of the extraction process looms large in your mind, overshadowing any doubts or reservations you may have.

With a deep breath, you swallow the elixir in one swift motion, its taste bitter and metallic against your tongue. And then, as the liquid courses through your veins, a wave of dizziness washes over you, your vision blurring at the edges.

You reach out for support, but John is already there, his strong arms catching you before you hit the ground.

Your head throbs, the sensation reverberating through your ears as you grimace in pain, your face contorted in a grimace as you watch the overhead lights flicker rapidly.

Panic surges within you, your heart racing as you realize your arms are restrained above your head, the cold metal of the cuffs biting into your skin. Your feet barely brush against the worn tiles below.

"What the hell?!" you exclaim, your voice trembling with fear. Memories elude you, leaving you disoriented and bewildered.

Surveying your surroundings, you find yourself in a stark white room, its pristine walls offering no solace. A single door stands in the corner, ominous in its silence as you hang suspended in the center, the flickering lights casting eerie shadows across the sterile space.

Suddenly, the door creaks open, revealing Dr. John Wick as he steps into the room. Clad in gloves and his white coat, he exudes an unsettling air of authority as a wave of realization washes over you.

"What's happening?!" you demand, your voice trembling with uncertainty as fear grips you tightly.

"Hush now," John soothes, his voice calm and measured as he approaches you.

Despite your frantic struggles against the chains, he moves closer, his hand deftly manipulating a remote control in his grasp. With a click, the chains lower, the sound of metal clanking echoing in the sterile room as your body descends.

“I didn’t lie about how you were special,” he smiles creepily, now eye level with the man as he lifts your chin slightly.

“We just need to text you for some experiments, nothing too big,” he added, hot tears already brimming your waterline.

“P-Please get me out this isn’t what I signed up for—“ You whined, your wrists still trying to undo the chains that bound them together.

“I’m sorry but I cannot do that. You’ll be my little test bunny for today, is that alright with you, love?” He chuckled softly.

You shriek, tears already streaming down your cheeks as John’s fingers stroke against your jawline.

“You wouldn’t want to let your poor mother die now, would you?” He whispered, leaning into your ears as you grit your teeth, jaw clenching.

“Your mother has been transferred to a better hospital—under my industry. Resist and you die, let me use you this once and I’ll ensure your mother’s safety,” he’d add.

Before you are able to say anything, he grabs a handkerchief from his pocket, wrapping it around your head.

Your body stops shaking, your mother was at risk and you were unable to do anything.

He first took a knife from the steel cart that was placed against the wall across from where you were, his movements precise as you felt your clothing slither from your body, down your legs and eventually onto the ground.

Unable to resist, you stood there, crying, your makeup making marks on your cheeks as you shuddered from the embarrassment you felt as you were exposed to the older man.

“So young, so beautiful,” his voice tantalizing as he admired your curves, his hands starting to graze against your skin, the goosebumps visible from your fear.

“Don’t be afraid, it’s only procedures,” he teased, before pushing the button on his remote once more, your body lowering down as you gazed up at the man like a dog.

His fingers made their way under your chin, lifting them up slightly before he slowly undid the handkerchief.

“Please don’t scream, you’ll only make it harder for yourself,” he rambled, his lips now pressing against yours as you moaned in both surprise and disgust.

His tongue swirled with yours, the both fighting for dominance as he held your jaw in one hand, the other one starting to undo his pants.

John’s eyes glinted with a cold detachment as he advanced towards you, his movements deliberate and predatory.

“I promise, you’ll like it,” he drawled, his voice dripping with arrogance as he surveyed your trembling form.

You tried to protest, but the words caught in your throat as he pinned you against the wall, his hands rough and possessive as they roamed over your body.

“Don’t fight it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he leaned in close.

“Resistance is futile.”

You could feel the heat of his breath against your skin, sending shivers down your spine despite the fear that gripped your soul.

“Please,” you whispered, but the desperation in your voice only seemed to amuse him.

With a smirk, he silenced you with a bruising kiss, his lips crushing yours with a ruthless intensity that left you gasping for air.

And as he claimed you as his own, you found yourself surrendering to him completely, your body a playground for his darkest desires. Each touch sent shockwaves of pleasure and pain coursing through your veins, your cunt throbbing with a mixture of agony and ecstasy.

But amidst the chaos, there was something else - a twisted kind of love that dared not speak its name.

“You like that, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice dripping with malice as he watched you squirm beneath him.

You moaned in response, unable to deny the twisted pleasure that his touch ignited within you.

With a guttural grunt, John released his load deep inside your cunt, his cock throbbing with the force of his climax. Your walls clenched around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from his pulsating shaft as he claimed you as his own.

“Take it, you filthy whore,” he spat, his voice dripping with disdain as he buried himself inside you.

“You like being used, don’t you?”

You moaned in response, unable to deny the twisted pleasure that his rough treatment ignited within you.

Each thrust was a reminder of your submission, a testament to the depths of your depravity.

As he reached his peak, his grip on you tightened, leaving bruises in his wake as he marked you as his property.

“There we go little bunny,” he sneered, his words a cruel echo of the pleasure that coursed through your veins.

And as he finally pulled away, leaving you empty and spent, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. In his arms, there was no room for love or tenderness, only the raw, unbridled passion of two souls consumed by darkness.

♡ 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑

[y2kawaii]

༊*·˚ The Grieving Husband And Lost Widow — Part Two (John Wick X Fem!Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) had just met John after storming out of your now deceased husband's hospital room, the very room you've spent the last three weeks in to support your dying husband. After a brief introduction between the two, (Y/N) offers to get John a drink at the nearby bar. At the bar, (Y/N) would have a more wild night than you could've ever bargained for. part one, part two

Tonight would be (Y/N)'s first evening without your husband, your soulmate. So, what better way to get through the grueling hours by drinking the pain away with the now ex of an old friend of yours, who has also passed? It sounded just like what you needed after crying your heart out for the last few weeks. John was walking in long yet calculated strides, his eyes carefully scanning the environment around them. Although John didn't make any mentions of Helen, (Y/N) would be able to see the grief behind his eyes. Not knowing that Helen passed yet, (Y/N) decided to express your concerns for John.

"You lost someone, too, huh?" (Y/N) broke the tense silence between them, laying down each word with care and in a gentle voice that would be meant to soothe John.

"Yeah..." John answered, nodding his head slowly while staying vigilant. Although he was at first hesitant to add more, John would briefly glance over at (Y/N) as he noticed that you were taking off the black lace veil that was covering your tear-stained cheeks and red, puffy eyes. A light then went off in John's head, finally recognizing who you were: one of Helen's friends.

"—My wife." Those last two words from John made your heart shatter like glass, instantly piecing together what he had meant by his answer. The memories that you made with Helen over the years made (Y/N) begin to tear up worse than before, but you did your best to stifle them back and maintain your composure. "I'm sorry," (Y/N) replied with sincerity.

John would pick up on the change of your voice, making him halt in his steps to turn to face towards you. "You look like you're freezing." He pointed out, making a small gesture of his hand in your direction before he reached both of his hands around his back to take off the coat that he was wearing. "Here, take this,"

"Oh..." You feel your cheeks heat up against the coldness of the rain that was falling onto your face. Although you were initially anxious to accept John's offer as the memory of your husband flashed through your mind once again, you suddenly felt the warm leather wrap around your back and arms.

"Thank you."

"It's no problem," John said with a light nod of his head. He then turned back to focus on covering more of the road ahead of the two until they would be able to spend the night at the bar together; hopefully, forgetting about their pain for a at least few hours. The two continued their walk down the sidewalk with John ensuring that (Y/N) wasn't cold from the rain or in any danger from the risks of walking out in the New York streets late at night. Wanting to learn more about the man you were now walking with, (Y/N) took in a sharp breath and decided on a question that you felt like he would be comfortable with answering. After all, it's an average question that nearly everyone asks each other.

"So...what do you do for work?" (Y/N) asked while keeping your voice calm and gentle as to not possibly strike an unpleasant response out of John. However, John's response was quick and calculated, like he was all too familiar with what his answer would be to the mundane question; one that he always knew he'd be asked often.

"I'm an attorney." John said nonchalantly, even shrugging his shoulders up a bit while making sure each step that he took held purpose, even if that only meant walking to a nearby bar with a friend of his dead wife.

"Really? My dad was an attorney." (Y/N) inquired with curiosity, your head tilting slightly to one side while following John along the stretching sidewalk.

"What about you?"

"Huh?" You ask, confused.

"What do you do for work?" John repeated (Y/N)'s question, turning his head in your direction briefly before returning his attention to the sidewalk and crowds ahead.

"Oh..." You nervously chuckle, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I'm a travel nurse."

"Hm, so you...save people?"

"I always try my best to."

John appeared to take your words to heart, but his expression suddenly shifted into a more solemn one as a thought crossed his mind. But, as he was about to speak it, you point out to the nearby bar that was bustling with other patrons who were going through the two front doors. Subconsciously, being the kind gentleman he always was with women, John began walking towards the door to open it for (Y/N). Upon entering the Red Circle, you would notice how loud and bright it was inside compared to the white and blue walls of the hospital you've practically confined yourself into for the sake of staying with your husband. You get a drink for yourself, and one for John to uphold your offer from earlier.

"To the loves of our lives?" John suggested, raising up the shot glass of whiskey in his hand with a barely noticeable smile - but, it was still there.

"To the loves of our lives."

With that, the night seemingly blurred by the two as they drank the heartbreak away of losing their significant others. However, you were a bit of a lightweight; even only having two or three drinks can lead you to having a wild and unforgettable night. (Y/N) and John stayed with each other throughout the night until you became interested in another man who was attempting to work his charm on you. The man, who introduced himself to you as "Seth", was charismatic and described himself to be an "ambitious businessman". Using all of the right words, you would eventually snap back into reality with your arm locked into Seth's.

"My, you look lovely tonight, милый (darling)."

That one damned word was all it took for John's ears to perk up and whip his head in (Y/N)'s direction, and that was when he noticed that you were about to leave the bar with Seth. Knowing Seth's history, John jumped into action and sprinted towards the both of you with a determined and fierce glare behind his eyes. "Она со мной." ("She's with me.") John spoke up coldly to Seth as he approached (Y/N)'s side and reached one of his hands out to your shoulder from behind. Seth didn't have to turn his head around to see who was standing behind him; he already knew just based on John's dangerously dark voice who it was.

"Бабай." ("Boogeyman.") Seth hissed with a distinct tone of hatred laced through his voice. Although he didn't make any sudden movements against (Y/N), John would be able to notice his grip tighten around your waist as a warning.

You just stand there, drunk and now more confused than ever. One minute, you were sobbing by the bedside of your dying husband. And now? You're in the local bar with two men seemingly starting an altercation between each other over you. All that you can do then is feel your heartbeat beginning to increase at a rapid rate as your mind raced with questions with the loudest of them all being:

"What the Hell did I just get myself into?"

special mentions: @br-24085

[skippygiraffee]

Get To Know Me

I was tagged by @miss--river and @wanderingaldecaldo <3 thank you both ;-;

Favorite color: pink :3

Currently reading: a few long SilverV fics (Can You Feel the Sun's latest update for one). also a book on Roman women because an old man gave it to me

Last song: This Fire by Franz Ferdinand

Last series: Mob Psycho 100

Last movie: Permanent Record

Sweet/spicy/savory: savory <3

Currently working on: Johnny Silverhand character studies and :3c don't worry about the other one

tagging: anyone of my mutuals would love to do this <3 I'm a shy clown, but a clown who loves learning things about my mutuals

[akajustmerry]

soooooo true

also the way some people downplay their attraction to older people by going "they don't look their age, they seem younger" yadayada WEAK!! that could never be me i wanna fuck that old man, sucks for u though 😌

literallyyyyy!!! people say this about celebs like keanu reeves, lucy liu, paul rudd, Jeff goldblum, susan sarandon, gladys knight, sigourney weaver, michelle yao, etc and it's like ffs stop with the ageist mental gymnastics and just admit older people are attractive because youth and attractiveness are not synonyms!! free yourselves so you can yearn for oldies!!! free yourself from internalised ageism <333

[norfkid]

was tagged by @patronsaintofdesire to answer these questions and tag nine people you want to get to know better! thank you, malina :]

last song: as of writing this, marie doucer, marie colère by manon hollander from the john wick 4 soundtrack. it's essentially a french version of paint it black by the rolling stones & it's a banger

favourite colour: i always say yellow (like a gold yellow, #ffc000), but by that i usually mean the combination of black & yellow. i'm also pretty fond of the greyish-blue i use on my blog (#7b9e9a)

last film/tv show: the last thing i watched in full was point break (ty andrew @busaikuknee for initially convincing me to watch it, "keanu reeves has to learn how to surf to solve robberies" is a truly baffling concept & no one will ever do it again). i say "in full" bc also been revisiting a lot of clips from ip man 1-4 so in my head it feels like i've rewatched those too

sweet/spicy/savoury: savoury. i don't have sweet things very often, and while i can tolerate fairly spicy food i just don't enjoy it that much (i'm a massive disappointment to my family)

relationship status: philosophically speaking, aren’t we all single?

last thing i googled: cozmo and vector robots! i saw a video somewhere of these guys and got so excited. they're these rly cute little WALL-E -esque robot friends made by an american robotics/ai startup called Anki, who specialised in robotics technology for children. i looked online to see if they were still around, but they've been discontinued since the company went bankrupt in April 2019 <\3

also related, there's this article from 2019 i read called Discovery of the Uncanny Valley that briefly mentions the Vector robots, but also discusses other examples of technology made in the past that have these human-like attributes given to them. it's a light read & there are some links to other similar articles at the end if you're into that stuff :]

current obsession: well, wrestling is always a given. i've fallen out with njpw for months now, but i've been watching more pro wrestling noah instead & i'm loving it tbh

apart from that, i've been watching a lot of Donnie Yen films bc i'm a little bit a lot in love with the old man (60 y/o btw & looks like that, fucking wild man). and by proxy i've been learning a bit about chinese martial arts (wing chun, in particular (a southern chinese style that influenced guys like ip man, bruce lee, jackie chan, sammo hung, donnie yen, etc etc)) through his interviews and stuff.

it's funny that i'm always so interested in "sports" i can't ever physically do & they always have some element of storytelling/performance and coordination... the martial arts to stunt performance to choreography to dance pipeline is all just so fucking fascinating.

i think chinese martials arts has gripped me bc all these 70s/80s/90s films made in china rely so much on pulling off wild stunts and fights without the budget for cgi and equipment. not to discredit the guys that do their own stunts in hollywood, but it's rare and always cause for celebration... in chinese filmmaking it's so normal. and as a result their performances are just so real and visceral. like, i watch wrestling ffs, ofc i'm drawn to films where storytelling and physicality intertwine. you construct intricate rituals etc etc

on that note, i'm really excited by the new wave of stunt performers turned film directors we've been getting. guys like Yuen Woo-Ping (Matrix Reloaded, Drunken Master) are already established in coordinating incredible scenes and stunts, but more recently: Chad Stalenski (the John Wick films), David Leitch (Bullet Train, Atomic Blonde), Sam Hargrave (Extraction), etc. there's a sort of magic lost in all these mainstream big budget marvel superhero and hollywood action films where fight scenes are so easily ruined by a thousand jumpcuts and wiring and fantasy, but these guys are bringing back that special smth, that authenticity and grittiness (not only in their choreography, but in the filmmaking and cinematography of those fight scenes too). it's so refreshing & i’m fucking nerd sorry

not so much an obsession, but i've also developed a new, old appreciation for woodwork (carving, whittling, joinery, etc) & in another life i think i would have loved to be a carpenter...

last book: admittedly, i don't read. tho i got a joblot of old hellblazer comics from ebay recently and have been meaning to revisit them

looking forward to: not much really... i find it hard to think about the distant future & i don't get that sense of anticipation and motivation from long-term plans. maybe getting this third and last year of uni over and bloody done with? which is incidentally something i'm absolutely dreading (“you need to get a job, you need to get a job, you need to get—”)

[marsdontbesade]

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 国 园 国 国 园 国 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇:

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▪ call me v/viv/mars ##

▪ black dork :3

▪ 18 years old

▪ i go by they/she pronouns ※

→ bienvenue to my blog! here is a collection of my content; which will include ff+ stuff, appreciation of my favourite aesthetics and people (keanu reeves), memes, random brain splurges, and other things

i love all things visuals/aesthetic and media (and keanu reeves); especially film/cinema & video games. my favourite artists are hailee steinfeld, chase atlantic, kpop ggs, tame impala, trippie redd, & a few others. i love the ps1 - ps3 games, as well as my ultimate favourite game, sims 3. my favourite film genres are sci-fi, action, thriller, fantasy, and animation :)

I will be accessible on here & AO3. if you have any questions, feel free to fire 'em away. i will aim to be as present here as much as I can, IF i can. basic dnfi criteria is advised; i will not tolerate any bigotry or negativity on my page. let's all have fun on here and let our fantasies run wild... ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚

[leonleonhart]

I don't know anything about final fantasy but I've been answering the polls purely on vibes, but the one with Sasuke and Keanu Reeves is just like. Thats two different genre of men, how do I vote. I picked Reeves because he looks like he has better financial security

reeves is cringe but would absolutely be better at the technical bits of financial security. ff sasuke here is in fact the king of a nation

i would also like to show you sasuke after the game's time skip

[doctortwhohiddles]

Ben: being abused by an evil woman

Prince Harry: is abused by an evil woman

Keanu Reeves: girlfriend is part of a dark cabale

Michael Fassbender: married Alicia Vikander because Weinstein forced him to

Tom Hiddleston: PR relationship

But sure, this anon's reading comprehension is the problem. That anon is spot on, Gatorshit will only espouse a fandom conspiracy theory that can bring her followers and attention. She isn't even a fan of the people she wants to defend from those evil women ffs.

[velvainee]

✦ ⎯⎯ ㅤִㅤ ୭ 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ( john constantine x reader )

ᨳ ꒰ précis ꒱. You’re powerful witch who finds herself locked away in a secret facility, your powers restrained. John Constantine is tasked with watching over you, but your interactions quickly escalate into a dangerous game of desire and manipulation. 1.6k words

୨ৎ warnings. gagging, blowjob, dark themes, language, manipulation, beat taming, bratty reader, hate to love.

𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, thanks for everyone likes/reblogs/comments on my last fic ! glad to know im doing okay for my first blog, hope you enjoy this oneee 🤍

IN THE DARK CONFINES OF YOUR PRISON, the air hung heavy with tension as Constantine sauntered in, his gaze cold and calculating. You glared at him, your defiance simmering beneath the surface as he lit his cigarette with practiced ease.

“So, still causing trouble, are we?” he sneered, the smoke curling around his lips like a serpent ready to strike.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you leaned back against the cold metal of your cage.

You knew the figure, the both of you shared history. Was it something positive? No. Unforgettable? Yes, sadly.

“You’re not one to talk, Constantine. What brings you down to my little corner of hell?”

A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes as he took a step closer, the scent of smoke and whiskey mingling with the heady aroma of magic that permeated the air.

“I’m here to make sure you behave yourself, love. Can’t have you running amok and causing chaos now, can we?”

You bristled at his condescending tone, your hands curling into fists as you fought the urge to lash out.

“Who appointed you my bloody babysitter? Last time I checked, I don’t answer to anyone.”

Constantine chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

“Oh, you’ll answer to me, sweetheart. Whether you like it or not.”

He stepped towards a chair and straddled it, his gaze never leaving yours as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.

“Now, let’s get one thing straight. I’m in charge here, and you will do as I say. Understand?”

You bristled at his arrogance, but something in his tone sent a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

“I swear to god when I’m out of this cage you won’t be smiling anymore,” You hissed. “So no, I won’t be doing as you say,”

A wicked grin spread across Constantine’s lips as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin.

“Trust me, love, you won’t like the consequences.”

You swallowed hard, the air crackling with tension as you met his gaze head-on.

“Try me, Constantine. I dare you.”

In the tense silence that followed, the air hung heavy with anticipation, each breath a struggle against the suffocating weight of desire and defiance.

Constantine’s eyes bore into yours, a challenge laid bare in their steely depths as he savored the delicious tension that crackled between you.

But you refused to back down, your resolve like iron as you held his gaze, daring him to make the first move.

And oh, how he relished in the challenge, the thrill of the hunt coursing through his veins like a drug.

With a low growl, he closed the distance between you, his presence looming over you like a dark shadow.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, love,” he warned, his voice a low, seductive purr that sent shivers down your spine.

“I can’t believe they had to put you in a secluded prison like this,” he mocked, a slight smile in the corner of his lips as he leaned away, lighting up a cigar.

“You’re still a little baby—sure you’re like, 380 years old or something, but ain’t that barely an adult for a witch?” He’d snark.

"Oh, spare me the sanctimonious crap, Constantine," you retorted, rolling your eyes with exaggerated disdain.

"You act like you're some kind of hero, but we both know you're just a washed-up has-been with a superiority complex. And for the record, I may be centuries old, but I've got more power in my pinky finger than you'll ever have in your entire miserable existence. So don't you dare patronize me with your petty insults and pathetic attempts at wit,”

Constantine chuckled softly, not amused by how bratty and defiant you were from a few simple jokes he had spoke. He sat there, shaking his head.

“Now, either help me bust out of this hellhole or get the hell out of my sight. Your choice, 'babysitter.'" You’d add.

Constantine's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he took a long drag from his cigar, the smoke swirling lazily around him like a cloak of shadows.

"Touchy, aren't we?" he chuckled, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other with casual arrogance.

"But hey, if you're so eager to prove yourself, by all means, sweetheart," he continued, his voice laced with mockery as he gestured towards the reinforced walls of your prison cell.

"Want me to help you break free from those chains and wreak havoc like the big bad witch you think you are?”

He sighed, pondering his decision.

"But just remember, love," he added, his tone turning serious for a moment as he fixed you with a piercing gaze.

"I’d need something in return."

And with that, he leaned back in his chair, the smirk never leaving his lips as he awaited your next move, knowing full well that this game was far from over.

He unlocked the bars of the cell, closing it behind him as he shuffled the keys to undo your handcuffs, the metal now clanking in the ground as your wrists feel free once more.

Constantine clicked his tongue, gently pressing his hand against your shoulder before you started to stand up.

“You owe me,” He reminded you, your eyes flickering up to meet his brown eyed gaze.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Constantine’s demand, wondering if he was serious about this whole debt thing.

“Seriously? Whatever, do you want me to be your sex slave or something?” you quipped, a hint of sarcasm lacing your words as a small chuckle escaped your lips.

Constantine remained silent, his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. One corner of his lips lifted into a light smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Narrowing your eyebrows, you suddenly realized that your flippant remark might have hit closer to the mark than you intended.

“It’s nothing big,” Constantine purred, his voice low and seductive. “There’s this motel we can stop by—I just want to see if that bratty mouth can do more than just argue.”

The car ride to the motel was shrouded in darkness, the only illumination coming from the dim glow of the dashboard lights and the occasional flicker of street lamps as they passed by.

The night air was heavy with anticipation, the tension between you and Constantine palpable as you made your way through the deserted streets.

The dingy motel loomed ahead, its neon sign flickering ominously in the darkness. As Constantine pulled into the parking lot, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease wash over you.

With a click of the door, Constantine stepped out of the car, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Come on, love,” he muttered, his voice low and commanding. “Lets put you to good use,”

Heart pounding in your chest, you followed him into the motel room, the air thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne.

The room was small and cramped, the bed unmade and the curtains drawn tightly shut against the outside world.

Without a word, Constantine closed the door behind you, his eyes burning with a hunger that sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins.

“On your knees,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire as he gestured towards the bed.

Trembling with anticipation, you sank to your knees before him, your pulse racing as you met his gaze head-on.

“I fucking hate you,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath as you reached for the zipper of his pants.

With a low growl, Constantine pushed you back onto the bed, his hands gripping your hair as he guided your head towards his throbbing length.

Your tongue slid against the tip, tasting the salty precum that leaked out of the nub.

“That’s it, love,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as you took him into your mouth, eager to please him in every way possible.

As you surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of his movements, you couldn’t help but moan around him, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through his veins.

“That’s right,” he growled, his grip tightening on your hair as he drove himself deeper into your mouth.

As he moved back and forth, his cock continued to hit the back of your throat, each thrust pushing you to the brink of gagging.

With each response, you only whimpered, your eyes locking onto his with a mix of submission and desire. They glowed a bright red, a telltale sign of a flustered witch overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

“Oh, do you like this?” he mocked, his smirk widening as he increased the pace, his cock sliding between your small, plump lips.

“And here I thought you hated me,” he’d add. A strand of your dress slipped off your shoulder, exposing more of your skin to his hungry gaze.

“I bet this witch would like more than one hole filled,” he laughed, the sound mingling with your muffled moans as he drove himself deeper into your mouth.

His words sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, your body trembling with desire for more.

“I’m close, baby—stay like that for me,” he huffed, his movements becoming more urgent as he neared the edge of ecstasy.

The sight of you, on your knees before him, your mouth stretched around his twitching cock, was enough to push him over the edge.

And as he reached the peak of pleasure, spilling himself into your eager mouth, you couldn’t help but revel in the intoxicating sensation of him filling you completely.

He leaned back, watching as his hot seed filled your entire mouth, an amused smirk now on his lips.

“You know, you’re really pretty like this.”

♡ 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑

[atomic-taco-muffin]

Reeve Tuesti is Keanu Reeves of FF

No discussion needed

No cause you're right

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Birthday Treat

Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n-Fastest and shortest smut that I’ve written in a long time.)

Masterlist

Warnings- NSFW/SMUT, oral sex (male receiving)

Dawn. It was rare that she’d awake that early, but that morning, Y/n’s eyes split open just as an orange-y hue had started painting their stark white bedroom, the warm light filtering in through pulled curtains. Shifting in Keanu’s loose embrace, prompting him to barely stir sleepily, she peered at him from under the sheets, which she’d pulled up to her chin, smiling wistfully at the man she was tangled up in. He was so divinely perfect, at least to her, and every moment spent with Keanu so precious that Y/n knew that even a lifetime with him wouldn’t be enough. She’d never thought she could love someone that way, but within months of being with Keanu, she knew that there was never going to be anyone else for her. And five years later, there she was, waking up next to him on his birthday.

Still staring as soft snores parted his lips and controlled the slow rise and fall of his chest, Y/n wiggled a hand out from under the covers, bringing it to ghost the outline of his jaw. He slept on his back though his face was turned towards her, even breaths gently blowing the hair that had fallen over his face. Just below her thigh she could feel his morning wood brushing her leg, tossed over his middle. As the last bit of drowsiness was chased away from her being, Y/n conjured up a deviously delicious idea. Keanu was a heavy sleeper, but seeing as it was his birthday, she figured it was the perfect time to test just how heavy. Besides, what a better way to wake up, on such a very auspicious day, than with your fiancee between your legs? 

Trying to be as sneaky as she could, Y/n shifted until she was straddling his waist, huffing softly when Keanu didn’t budge in the slightest. With a smirk, she carried on, letting her lips descended on his first, her kiss light and teasing, only growing longer with more pressure as she traveled down to his neck, sucking reddish-purple love bites onto his freckled-dusted skin. Y/n’s lingering kisses trailed the column of Keanu’s neck, down his chest. She’d just reached his stomach, her tongue dragging erotically over his vertical scar when he finally started to wake, still mostly asleep yet vaguely conscious of what she was doing. “Y/n?” He mumbled tiredly, his eyes barely opened. 

A soft, breathy giggle escaped her lips, and she gave the spot under his navel one last peck before venturing lower, gracing the line above his dark bush, finally gnawing on her lower lip as she came face to face with erection. Keanu was always a glorious sight, and she’d had him in her mouth countless times, still, the thought never failed to have a silky, warm moisture growing between her thighs. “Y/n….” he muttered again, “What are you-” A sharp, hissed inhale cut of his words as Y/n took his rosy tip between her lips, letting her tongue flick his slit as she warmed him up with her petite hands. Keanu’s hips bucked enthusiastically as he spread his legs wider to accommodate her. 

“Fuck,” the obscenity cast out into the still cool room was barely a husky whisper and Keanu’s calloused hand fumbled as it reached for the back of Y/n’s head, wrapping her freed, messy tresses around his fists, guiding her into a slow pace. As Y/n took more of him in her mouth, feeling his head reach the back of her throat even before she’d fully taken his impressive length. “That’s it,” he praised, voice still hoarse with sleep. 

Y/n moaned around his girth, feeling the warm slickness pooling in center. The nails of her free hand sunk into his strong thighs and removing her mouth with a resounding pop, Y/n felt his bulging veins as she ran her flattened tongue along the underside of his shaft. Peppering sloppy kisses along his cock, she tried to meet Keanu’s eyes when he shifted against the pillows to get a good look at her, his dark, lust blown eyes, meeting hers, though only for a moment. 

"You're so good with your mouth baby," he grunted, bucking his hips and catching Y/n by surprise. Her cunt throbbed with want, and when she introduced her soft palm under his balls, Y/n smirked mischievously when Keanu groaned. 

Eventually, his legs started to stiffen, and Y/n knew he was getting closer to his release, and she started bobbing her head eagerly, longing to taste him. "Baby, I'm gonna…...oh fuck!" The tips of his short nails grazed her scalp and his hold on her hair tightened as he tossed his head to the side. His heels dug into the mattress, toes curling. Hot, thick spurts of cum rushed against her cheeks, spilling down her throat and Y/n lapped it all up enthusiastically, only pulling away from him when it was finished.

“Happy birthday honey,” a playful glimmer shone in Y/n’s eyes, matching her bright smirk as she crawled up to straddle Keanu’s hips, “And good morning,” she purred.

“Good morning? It certainly is, isn’t it?” Reaching for her hands, Keanu’s laced his fingers with hers, gently tugging on them so she’d lean down and when she did, Y/n’s unclad breasts pressing against his chest. “That might have been the best way I’ve started my birthday yet,” he chuckled, capturing her soft, salty lips in a sweet turned searing kiss, tasting traces of himself on her.

“Oh yeah?” Their faces were still nose to nose, her words punctuated by feverish pecks, “Better than breakfast in bed?” Y/n guide their interlocked hands to either side of his head on the fluffy white pillow.

“Much better,” Keanu nibbled on Y/n’s lower lip between hot endearments, groaning when she ground against him, feeling himself hardened again against her wetness, “I love you,” he breathed.

“I love you too,” she kissed the side of his mouth last time, their smirks still evident when she sat up, “But I’m not done yet, I’m gonna take real good care of my birthday boy today.”

“Yeah?” he sighed fervently, licking his lips as their hands separated, his going to palm her perky boobs, just as Y/n lined him up with her entrance.

With her eyes never leaving his, Y/n held his length in her small hand, the pristine white gold of her engagement ring cold to the touch, using her other hand, planted on his stomach to steady herself. “Yeah,” the word was soft and followed by a loud moan as she sank down on him, prepared to make his birthday one he wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon. 

*****

Tagging- @harrisongslimited @magnificentclodpiebanana @keandrews @greenmanalishi  @rdjloverxxx @danceoftwowolves  @planetkt

[ficsnroses]

T-Shirt - Keanu Reeves x Reader Oneshot

Just some domestic fluff :)

Word Count : 2.3K

Warnings : Tons of fluff, *Light* NSFW, a post sex scene.

Summary : Keanu wears his Arch shirts practically everywhere, leaving his wife, Y/N, slightly annoyed, until they’re forced to spend a month apart.

A/N : Gotta love his ratty old Arch shirts. They really do make him look dreamy, so I had to write this. This fic is composed of a bunch of drabbles in a sense. Each line break represents a new day. I’d love to hear what you all think ❤️ Enjoy!

On a spring Saturday evening, Y/N stands anterior to her washroom mirror, finishing the final touches of her makeup. With the stereo playing 80’s hits softly in the background, she hears her husband, Keanu shuffle around their shared bedroom, getting ready for the evening as well. 

The setting sun still lusters through the bedroom windows; the natural luminosity hits all the highlights of her face seamlessly, she strokes on a peachy blush to compliment her blooming eyes, finishing with a spritz of her husband’s favourite perfume. As she stows away her goodies and beauty knick knacks, a strong pair of hefty, toned arms circle around her waist.

“Hmmm you smell nice.” Keanu murmurs into the soft dip of her neck, gently swaying her in place, to the music softly purring in the four walls. With a giggle, she reaches up to scratch his bearded cheek, her other hand placing over his that holds her close, through a gentle squeeze.

“It’s your favourite.” She smiles, watching him trail delicate kisses along her neck through the dainty glass mirror, slowly progressing up towards her ear, wetter by the second. “Woah there, easy tiger.” She chuckles, giving his hand a tighter squeeze. “Not now, we’re going to be late, babe.” Attempting to squiggle out of his embrace, she hears the rumble of his chest.

“I love you.” He states, placing a final kiss to the top of her head, letting her go.

“I love you too.” She returns, watching him stroll to his side of the washroom counter, brushing a comb briefly through his hair, dabbing the perfect amount of cologne to his skin. He turns to leave the washroom, with Y/N following him behind in his steps.

“You ready, love?” He inquires, grabbing hold of his navy blue blazer from the coat hanger, throwing it on. As he fixes the seams, positioning it flat against his frame, he notes Y/N’s brows knit together, raising slight as she watches him.

“…What?” Keanu asks, unsure of what Y/N had grown rather…displeased about.  

Biting her lip, Y/N speaks. “Please tell me you’re not wearing your Arch shirt to my parent’s dinner party.” She presses.

“I put a blazer over it?” His voice goes higher as he debates.

Y/N rolls her eyes, mumbling to herself, with her fingers rubbing just above her left brow. “You can’t be serious, Keanu.” She sighs, pacing towards the walk in closet they shared. “A blazer doesn’t make up for the fact that it’s a ratty old t-shirt.” She squeezes the bridge of her nose.

“Hey, I thought you like my Arch shirts,” He frowns, watching the wardrobe door as her voice chimes out. “I do, but not at an event at my parent’s house where everyone’s going to be. Please throw on a dress shirt or something?” She peeks her head out of the wardrobe, frowning. “For me?”

Keanu lets out a deep exhale, shimmying off his blazer, discarding his beloved Arch shirt over his head and onto the bed. Slumping his shoulders, he moves. “Fine, but only for you.” He mutters, following her voice to the wardrobe doors.

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On a midnight evening, with the only light radiating the pitch black bedroom walls, coming in the form of the dewy bedside lamp, Keanu lets out a final grunt laced with a sultry moan into the evening air. His coffee hued strands of hair cling to his forehead, silken with a thin layer of sweat slick on his skin.

Y/N gasps as she feels him leave her body, her tiny breathes attempting to collect herself putting a smile on her husband’s face. Falling beside her on his back, his gaze hot and heavy on the ceiling above, he extends an arm out to pull her closer, pressing a tender kiss to her temple.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks, smirking as his cocoa orbs gloss over her eyes sealed, content in the moment as she rests in his side, coming down from her high. She nods in response, turning to bury her face further into his side as her arm drapes over his waist. With a gratified, fulfilled sigh, she plants an affectionate kiss to his shirtless chest, sitting herself up slightly on her elbows. “Can you pass me a shirt, Ke?” She whispers, wincing at the empty soreness he’d left between her legs, appreciating the calm after their pre - sleep rumble.

Keanu grins, opening his muscled arms to pull her over and down gently onto his chest, allowing her shirtless modesty to press against his unadorned chest. He chuckles quietly, embedding another kiss to her hair as he holds her close. “I like you sans shirt.”

She rolls her eyes, ultimately giving in with a smile. “You’ve seen me sans shirt enough tonight.” With her cheek pressed against his chest as they lay, taking in some much needed down time where they felt connected in each other’s vulnerable touch, Y/N pulls away, moving back to her side of the bed. Through a yawn, holding the blanket over her exposed breasts, she murmurs. “I’m getting sleepy.”

Keanu smiles at how beautiful she looks, skin gleaming from their session, a form of her only he was allowed to appreciate. Reaching down to the bedside floor, he grabs his t-shirt he wore before, handing it to her.

Looking down at it, Y/N gives him a questionable look.

“You have so many shirts, Ke. Why do you always wear the same three Arch shirts every day.” She bats her eyes again, sighing. Moving closer, she pushes his hair back out of his face, her stifling voice suggesting. “You look so sexy in nice shirts, that aren’t ripped or worn out.”  

He rolls his eyes, turning away to set his alarm for the next morning. Y/N frowns, seeing him ignore her complaints. “Babe!” She whines, crossing her arms.

She shifts closer to him again.

“Ke, it’s literally got holes in it.” She states, holding the fabric between her hands to show him. “See?” She points.

“Nice n breezy. They’ll help you cool down.” He smirks, eyeing her still slightly flustered, flushed skin. Y/N groans, throwing a pillow at him as he laughs.

“Alright, alright, I’ll give you a different one.” He says. “Only after you join me in the shower…” he finishes, taking hold of her hand.

-

“Keanuuu!” Y/N calls from the kitchen counter, sipping on her earthy noted morning dark. She’d woke up before Keanu, as she currently waited for him to finish his morning shower before they would head out together to run some errands. As she browses her phone, the pattering rain stays audible through the glass doors and kitchen windows, simpering outside.

In a moment, Keanu’s thudding steps rushing down the stairs can he heard. He runs a hand through his messy locks, ends slightly wet from his shower. He wears his dark blue jeans and another damn Arch t-shirt.

Rushing to his lady’s side, Keanu wraps an arm around her, dipping just enough to come in contact with her mouth. With a quick kiss, he smiles into her lips. “Morning, sweetheart.” The smell of freshly pressed coffee consumes his senses.

“Morning. Another day, another Arch shirt.” Y/N titters, taking another sip of her coffee.

“This one is new.” Keanu states in a matter of fact tone, pointing to the dark gray, clean and crisp shirt that rests on his torso. “You really hate my Arch shirts, huh.” Keanu grins, pouring himself a cup at the counter. Y/N rolls her eyes playfully, raising off her seat to follow him. With her arms wrapping around his waist, she engulfs him in a hug from behind, leaning her head on him. Lacing his hand with hers that rests gently on his stomach, his spare brings the cup to his lips.

“I don’t hate them, baby.” She presses a kiss to his back, taking in his smoky smell of a morning cigarette and pine. “I love Arch, you know I do. I’m so proud of you.” He turns around in her embrace, slightly towering over her with a goofy smile on his face. “But I also love seeing my man in nice shirts, like your plain black one with the nice cut, or your henleys. Or your sexy dress shirts.” She smirks, pointing a finger lightly, tapping to his chest.

He smiles, leaning down to place a lingering kiss to her forehead. Y/N sighs, cupping his cheek. “Can you please at least wear your leather jacket over this” She pulls at his shirt. “It’s rainy and cold out today.” She finishes with a kiss to his jaw, breaking out of his embrace, walking to grab her own coat before they head out.

Keanu smiles, knowing there’s someone, someone his that babies him to wear jackets in the cold, and makes him morning coffee.

Someone that cares, just as much as he cares about her.

-

The airport was cold and melancholy that morning, or perhaps, that’s just how she’d felt saying goodbye. It broke their hearts to have to be separate for an aching, excruciating long month as Keanu shot out of town for his next film.

“Hey, I’ll be back before you know it, princess.” Keanu empathized, soothing strokes on her back as she hugged him close one final time. She sighs a breathy sigh, brushing her thumb over his cheek, staring into his mahogany eyes.

“I know. Its just hard when I’m in the house alone without you. I don’t like sleeping in our bed when you’re not there.” She quietly speaks into his neck, feeling him kiss her forehead.

“I know, I don’t like falling asleep in empty hotel rooms without you either.” He frowns. People stare as they walk by, catching glimpse of movie star Keanu Reeves saying goodbye to his wife. The paparazzi are scarce, yet still there, a few flashes let them know they’re watching.

But Keanu didn’t care. He was having a much needed moment with the love of his life, and he knew he needed to be there for her right now.

Not just for her, but for himself.

It hurt him each time to be away from her.

“But…you’ll be back before you know it.” Y/N smiles, tapping his chest, repeating his words from earlier as she despondently pulls back. “I know you’re excited about this one. You’re gonna kill it, I just know.” She grins, cupping his cheek.

“I love you so much, don’t forget it.” He whispers, moving in to kiss her one last time before he’d be gone. Together, they smile into the kiss, enjoying the relish in the alter of each other’s taste, before they’d be apart for a month too long. He chuckles, pressing their foreheads together in their last few moments.

“At least you get a break from my Arch shirts.”

-

As Y/N sits on her bed, she watches the rain fall on a disconsolate Sunday morning. It glides down the window glass, flowing down to the pavement below, the rattle audible on the drumming roof. She feels her heart heavy at the depressing, miserable weather, but more so at the thought of a lonely Sunday.

Normally, Sunday mornings were when Y/N and Keanu got to spend much needed time together, both being homebound all day. They’d wake up together with affectionate morning cuddle sessions, tender caresses of each other’s skin and gentle kisses shared left and right. They’d eat breakfast together after impromptu dance sessions in their kitchen, catching up on the shows they’d shared together on the living room couch, limbs tangled. The rest of the day would be spent doing chores, or by the window, with his head rest in her lap and two hefty novels propped in each their grips. Sometimes, they’d go out for an evening walk hand in hand, where the sunset glow would make Keanu fall in love with her each time it cast on her rosy cheeks, or lounge together by the poolside with their favourite tunes and jams blaring.

Sundays were for them, and they had been for as long as they’d been together.

Slowly, the longer he’d been away, his smell had started to fade from the house, she’d find herself sniffing his cologne for solace every now and then. If she closed her eyes for just long enough, it would feel as if he’d actually been there, gone before she may open them again to the lonesome daylight.

As she scans her eyes around the room, in search of nothing in particular, her eyes cease on the dresser beside their wardrobe.

Keanu’s favourite Arch shirt, the one that had begun to plaster holes and rips at the seams, had been resting on the countertop all week he’d been gone. She hadn’t thought much about it until today, as she sat alone, missing him dearly. With a sigh, she raises herself, dragging her feet towards it.

She smiles at the thought of his darn Arch shirts. Something so uniquely him. So reminiscent of him.

As it comes clasp in her grip, she brings it to her nose with her eyes tight shut, inhaling deep. The smell of his scent still entrenched in the joints of the fabric, his cigarettes smoked, his woody cologne, lingering leather paired precisely with the scent of something so uniquely him.

Just him, and nothing else.

Her favourite scent.

-

As her phone rings that evening, she sees his face pop onto her screen, her heart immediately fluttering at the thought of seeing him soon.

“Hey, darling.” Keanu smiles, holding the camera to his face. “I missed you so much today, it’s Sunday.” His smile fades to a frown. “That’s kinda our day, right?

Y/N nods lightly, a small smile evident on her lips as she watches him move. Each part of him seems perfect to her, perfectly crafted, perfectly put, embellished with all things good.

All things she loved.

“I missed you so much too. How was shoot today?”

Keanu’s brows furrow together, as a smirk channels his lips. “Is that…my Arch shirt?” He points to their mountain of pearly white pillows they share on their bed behind her.

Y/N bites her lip, raising her shoulders slightly. “Maybe…”

“I really don’t understand you sometimes. I can’t wear an Arch shirt at home without you groaning.”

She smiles, shifting back as she lays her head down on his pillow, the shirt in close proximity. Content and at ease for the first time that day, she sighs, before her lips move again to illume.

“It reminds me of you, so I guess it can stay.”

Keanu chuckles on the other end, his playful giggle warming the crooks of her heart with each sound.

“I love you so much, sweetheart. Don’t forget it.”

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Jet-Lagged (Keanu Reeves x Reader)

A/N: This was requested by anon about Keanu having trouble falling asleep and the reader helping to ease his mind. I hope this drabble turned out the way you wanted it :) Feel free to leave a feedback.

Summary: Keanu comes home from his trip and can’t fall asleep, so the reader helps him.

Warnings: fluffy smut

Words: 1,6 K

“Keanu?” You mumbled, lying half asleep in your bed, hearing somebody entering the room. It was dark and only the glow of the moonlight allowed you to see a tall silhouette of a hefty man tip-toeing towards the bed. You were anticipating him tonight.

“It’s me, honey,” he whispered “I’m back.”

Hearing his husky voice made you certain it was actually Keanu. It meant that your long lonesome night would be over now, and you were relieved by the feeling of his weight caving in the mattress behind you.

The first thing that hit you was the smell of Keanu’s peppermint shower gel, making you feel safe, knowing he’s right there beside you. Then, you unexpectedly received a soft kiss on your cheek, and with your eyes closed, you rolled over to face him, pecking him on the lips.

“What time is it?” You asked quietly, feeling Keanu’s breath still close to you, savoring his presence. You hadn’t seen him in three weeks and it felt like forever.

“It’s night, I’m sorry, the door is squeaky, I’ll take a look at the hinges tomorrow,” he whispered carefully pulling the blanket towards him, placing a final kiss on your forehead before leaning back to his side.

“How was your flight?” you mumbled, tucking your hands under the pillow.

“It was fine, but let’s try to sleep now,” he said, bringing his palm to gently stroke your cheek a couple of times. “We’ll talk in the morning, love,” he added, and even with your eyes closed, you could feel his gaze set on you, watching you drifting off.

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It wasn’t a calm night, dozing you could feel Keanu restlessly shifting from side to side, fiddling with his part of the blanket. Hogging it slightly, he would leave parts of your body exposed to the cool air, forcing you to fight the blanket back.

After a while of feeling Keanu unsettled like this, you decided to gently touch his shoulder to make sure he was awake. “Something’s wrong?” he whispered.

Leaning closer you wrapped your arm around his core, graciously tracing your fingertips along his scar. “Why aren’t you sleeping, Ke?” you mumbled, coming nearer to rest your head on his chest.

“I’m fine, just jet-lagged,” he said quietly, brushing his fingers through your hair, “Don’t worry about me,” he added, placing a kiss on the back of your head, and then tightly wrapped his arm around your side.

“Do you want to talk about something?” you suggested, starting to draw small circles on his chest.

“No no, Y/N, you should really be sleeping,” Keanu whispered kissing your head again, “I don’t want you to be tired at work tomorrow.”

“Fine, but you have to stay calm,” you said, rolling over and dragging him after yourself. Cozily, you ended up being a little spoon, held tightly in his secure embrace. You couldn’t be happier that he was home.

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Even though you had both decided to sleep, you felt more awake every time Keanu sighed against your ear. You knew it wasn’t purposely, and you weren’t mad at him, you just figured that this way neither one of you was actually getting rested.

“Ke?” you whispered very silently, as if you were checking whether he was asleep. You knew he wasn’t, but just in case.

“What?” his voice got back to you and you felt his beard scratching your shoulder.

“Still can’t sleep?”

“Yeah, I’m just very excited to be home,” Keanu mumbled, nuzzling your ear and hugging your belly tighter.

“Mhm, I can feel your excitement against my thigh,” you giggled, lightly sticking your bottom towards him.

“Sorry, it’s been a while,” he laughed. “This is what you do to me, honey.”

As his bulge was growing behind you, sleepiness was abandoning your body and the arousal was kicking in. You really missed him. All of him.

Without saying anything else, you subtly began to rub against his member, going in painfully slow circles. “Y/N,” Keanu whimpered. “What are you doing?” You felt his hand lightly placed on your bare hip.

“Nothing,” you smirked, proceeding to rub against him more vigorously, feeling his abdomen tensing a little.

With a moan leaving his throat, Keanu’s palm slipped lower down your pelvis and his fingers were searching their way in between your clenched thighs. Keanu’s warm breath against your neck sent shivers down your body and you trembled in his arms, sensing the heat rushing to your lower stomach.

You raised your leg slightly, to give him a better access and his fingertips submerged into your drenching folds. He was working slowly, teasing you, going around your clit, but not touching it yet. Whimpering, you stretched your arm backwards to press on his bottom, bringing his member even closer to your skin.

Grunting, Keanu began to rub generous circles, giving full attention to your swollen nub. His arm was pressing against your hip reaching for additional friction to his erection and you could feel him fluttering behind you.

“Fuuuuck, Y/N,” he groaned. “There’s no way I’m falling asleep now.”

That was all you needed to hear.

Wide awake you turned around and rolled on top of him, finding his lips for a fervent kiss. Flattening your tongue, you invaded his mouth with longing twirls, gently biting his lower lip as you pulled away. After feeling a slight twitch beneath you, you raised your hips a little to bring one of your hands down surrounding his firm cock with your fingers.

Sitting back to straddle Keanu over his thighs, you started stroking him lazily with your thumb going around his already seeping tip. Reaching lower to cup his balls with your spare palm, you heard a deep moan leaving his throat and sensed his clenched fists pounding the mattress.

Your eyes had accommodated to the darkness and you could see Keanu enjoying the moment with his eyes completely shut and his lips slightly ajar. Relishing the sight, you started grinding on his muscular thigh spreading your wetness all over his skin. You were desperate for him to fuck you.

Feeling your mouth watering, you just let it drool to his cock for additional lubrication, gliding him smoothly in a controlled rhythm. You fingers sliding his member easily like ice, clenching it the way he had thought you a long time ago.

“Honey, please,” Keanu whimpered. “If you keep doing this, I won’t last long,” his voice trembled as you kept stroking him firmly. “And I really want to fuck you tonight.” It’s like he was reading your mind.

Rising on your knees, you crawled closer to smooch him, saying “I love you, Ke.”

“I love you too, Y/N,” Keanu cupped your cheek plunging into your lips, his free palm reaching for his cock. Teasing you, he slid his length between your soaked folds back and forth a few times, finally aligning with your entrance, allowing you to take the lead.

Very slowly you lowered yourself sinking down his shaft, taking him all in. “You’re so tight today, baby,” he moaned, bringing his palms to reside on your breasts, flickering your nipples with his sturdy thumbs.

“You said it yourself, it’s been a while,” you grinned, moving up and down in a teasing rhythm. It really felt like it had been a long time, as his huge member was gliding against your unstretched walls, filling you completely.

Getting more comfortable you began to ride him faster, making Keanu gasp and involuntary thrust upwards to meet your hole, pushing himself even deeper. You placed your hands on his belly to angle yourself making him hit your magic spot every time he drove into you with his starving force. The feeling was so good that uncontrolled whimpers scattered throughout the room, turning you into a mess.

“Fuck Ke, I mi-i-ised… this is too good,” you cried sloppily bouncing on his cock, digging your nails in his skin. You were so close that stars began to appear as you closed your eyes feeling your abdomen tensed and heavy.

“Let go for me, baby,” Keanu groaned, pushing down your sides, making you take him balls deep, and with a final hit to your sweet spot, you felt your muscles tightening as sudden bliss was taking over your body.

Riding your high, you moaned his name over and over again, trembling on top of him, clenching his cock in your throbbing pussy.

Hearing his name leaving your mouth in sultry moans made Keanu thrust even harder, with his head sinking back into a pillow, and uncontrolled grunts bursting out of his drying throat. It didn’t take long until he stalled his length deep inside of you, tightening his grip around your hips, and cumming against your pulsating walls.

Caching your breath, you leaned down to lie on Keanu’s chest, hearing him panting against your ear, his softening member still resting inside you. “That was…” he couldn’t find the words.

“Amazing?” you giggled.

“It was more than that,” Keanu said, kissing your forehead, clenching you tightly in his arms. “I can’t believe I’m so blessed to be with a woman like you,” he added as he pressed your head closer to his chest.

“The woman who deserves a good night sleep,” grinning, he pulled out of you and placed the blanket over your shoulders, tucking you in on top of his stomach.

It was so good to finally have him home.

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Do you write Keanu Reeves 's fanfictions?

yes I do 𓂃 ࣪˖ ⋆𖦹

i write ff+ for keanu reeves, other actors (most likely if recommended and if i’m willing to) and fictional characters. i also do headcanons, mini prompts, MTLs, and short drabbles.

i am currently in the process of writing three ff+s as of recently, two on pending but one is actively being written. it’ll most likely be set to publish in December. The two others (both I could’ve released during Halloween or this month bc of their dark themes) I’ll probably just get them ushered in before the year ends or next year in January.

But other than that, I will still do other things on the side if you ask .ᐟ