#tempted to write more dad!john wick

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

Nobody Matters Like You | John Wick x Reader (Oneshot)

Setting Prompt: Accidental Baby Acquisition

Words: 1680

Fandom: John Wick

Warning: Mentions of domestic abuse and cheating

Summary: John is assigned to protect an executive and their family, only to discover that he was killed by his wife who he told to just disappear, but she ended up leaving a baby behind. Now the task was to look after the baby until everything blows over, but he doesn’t know how, so he goes to you for help. Title inspired by Rockabye by Clean Bandit Ft. Anne Marie & Sean Paul

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John cursed under his breath, knocking a drink back as he sat in Aurelio’s repair shop. The assignment was supposed to be simple, protect the executive businessman and his family until his enemies were dealt with. Turns out, the guy was a massive douche that slept around and constantly beat his wife. When John reached their estate, the executive was lying face down in a pool of blood in the kitchen with his wife standing over him, gun in hand.

“I had to,” she whispered, “Please…”

John nodded, pulling out a dishcloth from the counter and handed it to her to wipe the blood off of her. “I’ll get this cleaned up. You do what you can to disappear,” he said.

“I’m sorry. I know it was your job-”

“It’s fine. Hurry.”

He called it in, getting a cleanup crew to deal with the mess in the kitchen. He stood to the side as they did their thing before paying them. When they left, he went back inside, planning out how he could make it like the executive went off the radar with his wife.

John began to set everything up, walking around to get an idea of what kind of man he was. He walked up the stairs and peeked through the open doors of the guest rooms until he reached the opposite wing where he presumed were the executive’s room.

He could hear the wife whispering to someone from one of the rooms. He crept forward, hand hovering above his gun at his waist, just to be sure. The closer he got, he realized that she was crying. It was a baby room.

“I can’t do this,” she cried, kneeling next to the baby’s crib, two small luggage next to her.

“You should be leaving,” John reminded her.

She jumped, wiping her cheeks and sniffed. “I… I never wanted children. Not yet, at least. Then, when I heard my husband had been cheating with me… one of the women that he slept with showed up to our doorstep and just left her. She’s not my child, but I’m not heartless enough to just leave her and I’m still not ready to take the responsibility of caring for a child while I’m trying to disappear.”

“Is there no one you can take her to?”

She shook her head sadly.

John sighed. “I might know someone. I’ll take care of it. Just hurry and leave.”

“Thank you,” she breathed, getting up on shaking legs before grabbing her luggage, sparing one last look at the baby, then left.

Now, it was just John and the baby girl who just started to stir in her sleep. What should he do now?

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You were humming in the kitchen with a movie playing in the living room when you heard urgent knocking on your door. You set your knife down and made your way over, looking through the peephole. What the hell was John Wick doing here?

You opened the door for him, hands on your hips. “Now, what occasion brought you over… is that a baby?”

John stood at your doorway looking haggard as he carried in a baby sleeping on a baby carrier along with a few bags filled with baby stuff. “There’s more in the car,” he muttered, immediately turning once he put the baby carrier on the couch.

You stared down at the baby with wide eyes, then sifted through the bags that had baby diapers, baby food, toys, and books. John came back with a folded crib, a stroller, and two small duffle bags.

“Um, John, what is all this? Who’s baby is this? Why is that baby here? Why do you have them? Why did you bring them here? What-”

“(Y/n), we’re best friends, right?” John cut you off.

You took in a sharp breath. “You knocked someone up?” For some reason, that thought made you feel uneasy.

“No,” he answered quickly, “My client did.” You exhaled, relieved.

“And where’s your client? Was your task to babysit?” you asked sarcastically, waving a hand over to the sleeping baby.

“My client’s dead. There’s no one to take care of her. I trust you, so I brought her here.”

“O… kay. So…,” you exhaled slowly, trying to wrap your head around the situation you were thrown in. You scratched your head, looking around at your now crowded living room. “If you think I’m going to take care of this baby on my own, I will kick your ass. I can’t ask my friends for help with her because they’re going to ask where she’s from. I know nothing about taking care of babies. What are we going to do about her anyways? Keep her?”

John looked at the baby, then at you. “We’ll deal with that later. I can stay over if you want. Some of my clothes are still here, right?”

You clear your throat, looking over at the dirty laundry you had yet to wash, a few of his shirts and sweatpants buried in it after you have used them around the house and as pajamas. They were very comfortable and you or may not have smelled them to remind you of John when he was away working.

“Yeah, let me finish dinner while you sort all of this,” you gestured to all the clutter, “and put them in… I don’t know, my room?”

John sighed in relief. He didn’t feel good about taking the baby somewhere else anyways. He had been an orphan himself and he didn’t like the idea of leaving her in the system. You were one of, if not, the most trusted friends he had, so you were the first person he thought of.

As he set up the corner of your room for the baby while you cooked, you couldn’t help but think how domestic it all was. You shook that thought away, though. It wasn’t like that with him.

-

One month later, you got the hand of taking care of baby Joana, as you named her, while John practically lived with you if he wasn’t busy with work. He used to stay at his own house when he was busy with a task or were taking time to himself after he finished one. That was happening less and less as time went on. Even his dog would be left with you to help watch over Joana.

You were sitting on the playing mat with Joana when John came home. Joana had to work on her crawling and rolling, both of which she only managed a little. At first when you put her on her back, she would try to roll, but stopped midway and lied on her side. Now, she could roll onto her stomach, but not onto her back. Crawling was another thing, too. She managed to crawl an inch, but instead of going forward, she would keep turning in a circle. Maybe she was copying Dog, who’d spin around before he lies down.

John watched the wholesome scene before him, patting his dog’s head as he leaned against the doorway. You were reluctant to look after the baby, but now you enjoyed Joana’s presence. You said that his help made a big difference, as caring for one baby could be stressful.

You patted at the space in front of you, encouraging Joana to crawl forward. She giggled, trying to coordinate her limbs.

“Come on, sweetie, you can do it,” you told her with a smile.

Joana frowned, crawling forward one inch, two inch, three inch, until she was right in front of you.

“Good job, Joana,” John said, taking off his shoes and knelt next to you.

Joana giggled, wiggling in place. You scooped her up and placed her on your lap as Dog came over. John swallowed, feeling his throat tightened seeing you and Joana smile at him with his dog wagging his tail. It was like something from a dream. A dream that he never knew possible when picked up work again after Helen was gone. It was all peaceful and normal.

“Look who’s home, sweetie?” you cooed, bouncing her on your thigh. It was your turn to giggle as Joana pulled a frowny face, much like John’s when he was serious. “So how was work, sweetie?”

John smirked. “Sweetie?” he teased.

You shot him a glare, your cheeks heating up at your slip. “It’s a habit. I’ve been talking to Jo and Dog all day and I call them sweetie,” you explained, avoiding his eyes.

He chuckled, but didn’t tease any further. “Well, I was actually thinking of retiring again. I have more than enough money for us to get by and maybe I can buy us a bigger house,” he said.

“Us?” you teased back, earning a glare from John. You grinned, stopping your bouncing and had Joana lean against you. “It’d be nice to have a bigger house, but does that mean that we’re actually keeping her?”

John shrugged. “Why not? You like her and she likes you. We’re both getting a hang of caring for her. Her father’s enemies had stopped looking for her and his wife, so she’s safe.”

You stared down at Joana who was getting drowsy. “You think I’ll be a good mother to her?” you asked John softly.

“You already are,” he assured you, leaning forward to kiss your head.

You closed your eyes, sighing in content. “John, I-”

“Hold that thought, I’m going to shower,” he said, standing up. Dog wagged his tail and followed his human around the house until John turned to him. “Stay by (Y/n) and Joana and protect them, okay?” Dog made a noise, turning back to sit in front of you.

John made his way through the room, your shared room, rifling through his side of the dresser drawer, tossing his dirty clothes in the hamper with your clothes, and grabbing his scrubber. This was practically his home. Walking through that door and seeing you with Joana and Dog, he felt like he was home.

His new home is all that mattered now.

[homesoutofhuman]

Indulge: John Wick/reader one shot

I read a post on how Keanu has a bit of a dad bod for John Wick. I mean he doesn’t really but I kinda adore the fact he’s a bit more cuddly and not a superhero! physique, so yeah, that’s what inspired this.

Dedicated to @johnwickthirstclub who is an amazing writer and makes me want to write more and be better.

Bill only fans, I’m sorry not sorry, please ignore, there will be more of him soon.

Warnings: sex (obviously), swearing, you should be used to it by now.

John likes to be in control, hence, John doesn’t like to be naked.

You have the feeling he gets off on the advantage it gives him over you, when he’s fully clothed and you’re not. He’s fucked you a few times fully dressed with his zipper down, had you pinned over the side of the sofa, pulled your dress up and your underwear down. Afterwards he pushes himself back into his pants like nothing happened.

He catches you after your shower, just as you’re wrapping a towel around your wet and warm body, you feels arms circle around you, and he’s there, still in his suit, tie slightly wonky and a tiny blood stain on his collar, so small you wouldn’t notice, but you know him, so you do.

His breath is fast and rapid against your ear as his palms slide over your bare skin. You feel his erection against his fly as he guides you to the bed and it’s the only indication of his desire, standing over you, black suit and dark hair over his eyes, almost a camouflage.

You scramble back a little, covering your legs with your towel. You feel so exposed when he looks at you, gaze dark as obsidian, and just as hard.

He shakes his head, hair moving to expose a few more cuts and bruises on his face and you whimper, reaching for him.

“I’m not hurt…” his voice is low and gentle, but he looks deadly as he starts to crawl over your body.

There is no where to go and you simply lay back, submitting, as he unwraps you like a present.

His lips trace your skin; neck, breasts, stomach, hips, and you look up at the ceiling for so you don’t fall apart. If you looked down and watched him between your legs you think you might die.

“John…” you try flailing to express your desire for him to lose the clothes, your hands scrambling against the shoulders of his suit jacket.

He sighs, indulgent but regretful, shrugging off his jacket to floor, then undoing his tie. He throws it to you, a smirk added for good measure and you run it across your open mouth, wanting to feel the silk against your tongue.

You finally manage to look at him. His arms in that white shirt look positively sinful, the material stretching with his muscles. The dark pants he wears are tight on his strong thighs, and strain to hold what you know is an impressive manhood that is all for you to enjoy.

“Baby….Jesus, John...you’re gorgeous.”

You know you hardly ever say this out loud, presuming he knows how attractive he is, but he looks at you in shock, and you swear you see the top of his cheeks blush pink.

There is a pause, the air still crackling between you, but for once, John Wick is not three moves ahead. You realise your advantage and try to make the most of it. Kneeling up on the bed you start to unbutton his shirt, revealing the faded scars on his chest that glisten and tempt you to press open mouthed kisses down to his navel.

He is groaning, hands moving into your damp hair as you unbutton his trousers. Your mouth on his cock, even through clothes is enough for him to fall back onto the bed, huffing a bit. He raises himself up with an arm behind his head and looks at you with a confused expression, eyes running back and forth over your face as if trying to read it.

You stare back, challenging. It is so rare for him to be like this, still, just waiting to see what you will do. He’s usually the one in charge, moving your limbs like a doll made just for him and you love it...but this is...interesting...and you feel dizzy that he is letting you have this.

You straddle him. You’re completely naked now, towel forgotten, and John only has the cotton of his boxers left to hide behind.

You stroke two hands down his chest, reaching his stomach. You’ve told him so many times how much it turns you on. Toned abs are really not your thing, but John’s, what you call teasingly ‘dad tummy’, really is. You think it is so fucking sexy and it’s pretty much the only soft part of him. You dig your nails in slightly and he lets out a whimper, a beautiful sound from his beautiful throat and suddenly you have to kiss him. His tongue is in your mouth and he is kissing you back with just as much desperation. You rut against his stomach, needing something, the soft skin feeling like heaven against your clit.

He looks at you in surprise and some exasperation, fingers gripping your hips trying to slide you downwards. You pout a bit, reluctant to leave, but in the end?you let him, grinding yourself against his erection which is still trapped in his boxers.

John thrashes his head a bit against the pillow in frustration.

“Just...fucking...get them...off…”

He lifts you then, and you both slightly awkwardly manage to slide his underwear down and off and finally, he is completely naked beneath you.

The feeling of it. All that skin against your skin. You flatten yourself against him just to feel it for a few moments, before the tension pulled taut between you gets too much, and he maneuvers you again, down and onto him and holy shit why it is an epiphany every time.

You move up and down on him, unable to go slow, but not wanting to go fast and for it to be all over. John grips your arms just before the elbows, so hard it hurts but the look on his face is enough to make you endure anything.

He is losing control, faster than normal, and you wonder, in your sex hazed mind, if it has something to do with being naked, being vulnerable. You glance behind you, seeing his toes curl, smile, and spread your hands over his stomach. He glares at you, but moves his fingers to touch you, John doesn’t like to come alone.

You are getting close, and he pulls you closer, kissing your breasts then the side of your neck, biting a little. It’s too much, too overwhelming and you almost want it to stop. Almost. But John knows you too, and he holds on just long enough for it to be too much, for tears to form in your eyes before he gives a final long thrust, and makes the sexiest noise you ever heard and releasing inside you, which is enough to complete your own torture, shivering and shaking above him.

You cling to him a bit afterwards, and he lets you. You relish the rare feeling, his sweaty hair against your cheek, hard chest supporting you, and that soft stomach pressing into yours.

After a few minutes he rolls you over onto your back and moves to sit at the edge of the bed. You sigh, reaching up and caressing his spine, down to his gorgeous ass. He glances back at you and smiles. It’s fond and tender, and you feel as if you’ve got away with something, a feeling you used to have when you were naughty at school but charmed the teachers into letting you off.

He stands, and after a while you hear the shower running. Catching your breath, you lay back on the pillows and imagine the scene in the next room. Maybe next time I’ll catch him in just a towel, you think, and he will indulge you.

[writinginthesecrettrees]

Masterpost of my writing, I guess

Because I don’t write quickly, or often, and I do a lot of reblogs in between.  Almost all of this is also on AO3 here. Follow me on Twitter - I basically only tweet when I post something new.

About Fanfic and Feedback, according to me. (TL;DR: It’s always l o v e d but never required)

Anything added in the current month will be bold.

Please do not add on to my fics without permission. I love inspiring people to write - if you want to write your own fic based off one of my ideas, please do! Tag me even, I’d love to see it. But don’t add it onto my fic. It really upsets me.

Fics

Perfect - weecest, wincest, daddycest, explicit

Unanswered Prayers - weecest, wincest, John knows

Maybe - wincest, 14.02 spoilers, 

Breaking - kind of a character study

Bela - Bela/John, wincest mentioned

Heart’s Desire - wincest, minor spoilers for ep 300 (like super minor)

Killing Things - Dean’s first murder, not wincest

be a good boy - j2, mockumentary style, explicit

please daddy - Sam/John, spanking, borderline explicit

In addition to amazing looks the Gypsy Vanner possesses a temperament that is friendly and engaging.* genfic, total crack, Jared is a horse

Infidelity - wincest, past John/Dean, smutty angst is a valid genre, explicit

Figure it out - weecest (part 1)

Always Yours - slutty Jared and possessive Jensen w/wincest roleplay - collab with @ohnoitsthebat (AO3 version)

Smoked - Season 1 wincest, from John’s POV, with past John/Dean - collab with @ohnoitsthebat

fevered - mild wincest, just kind of musing

“Good Boy.” - a dying dog and Sam.

nine plus infinity - counting kisses

Stitches - Sam and stitches. Genfic.

didn’t know ‘til you were gone - wincest, necrophilia, explicit

A Little Off - serial killer au, weecest, and things are a little off

Kill Me Again - serial killer au (I love them, can’t help it), consensual necrophilia and lucifer keeps resurrecting Sam, explicit

jacket - wincest, mutual pining, explicit

14 - genfic, angst around Sam’s birthday

Head Games - wincest, weecest, explicit, PWP blow jobs

Baby Boy - wincest, weecest, daddycest, explicit - it’s sam/john hatefucking and sam/dean making love

I don’t know how to be without you - wincest, time travel, explicit

grindr - wincest wherein castiel puts grindr on the boys’ phones and waits for them to find each other

blood - wincest, weecest, boyking!sam 

motor oil and leather - sam/jess, when jess smells like dean

sex ed - dean teaches jack about sex, using sam as a demonstration model

drunk dial - wincest, explicit. sam’s at stanford and he gets a call from dean.

Stretch - weecest and fisting from an ask, explicit

Surely Heaven Waits - coda to the finale. Spoilers.

Big All Over - John/Jack, because why not. explicit

Family Heirloom - Sam & Dean Jr genfic.

sammy and shoes - Sam in high heels, weecest & wincest. mature

ring - sam/john, underage, explicit

Like Nothing Else - jensen/OMC, explicit. Collab with @ohnoitsthebat

Haunt - What Emily Walker does as a ghost.

almost chivalrous - weecest, sam is roofies at a party, not explicit

Happy Birthday, Dad - post-finale, genfic

And one to grow on - wincest, spanking, birthday

Birthday Puppy - winkline, puppy play, explicit

On Camera - pre-wincest, Sam tries doing porn at Stanford

Disaster - j2, prequel-gate from Keegan Allen’s POV

Currently Thinking About Henriksen

(ficlets of Henriksen pursuing the Winchesters - serial killer! au style with a holiday theme)

masterpost

“Currently thinking about”

 (various short things, united in that they are unpolished but otherwise unrelated)

serial killers! weecest

stanford era pining

rulers of hell wincest

weecest in a motel

pining weecest

smutty angst

breaking dean’s heart

sick!sam fluff

after the pilot

sam tempting dean

in honor of the 300th

slutty!sammy, weecest

valentine’s day, murder bros, outsider POV

sam liking dean’s lips

weecest in a sex shop

wincest in early s4, possessive!sam

weecest and a knife

weecest and sam feeling dirty

weecest and mutual pining

weecest and lipstick and head in bed

moc!dean and dubcon

weecest and sam’s a noisy little bitch

boyking!sam with wincest-if-you-squint

weecest and sam is an untouched little slut for dean

pining sam coming out to his girlfriend

boyking!sam and dean decide to rule hell

possessive serial killer wincest

budding serial killer sammy (no ships mentioned, but it’s always wincest)

dark!dean and sam’s eyes

daddycest, sam/john style

late season wincest after a hunt

pilot and pining!wincest (with sam/jess)

almost weecest and bruises

weecest and old movies

sam making dinner

petting hair

weecest and sam in lingerie

weecest and dancing in the rain

sam in makeup

after school special episode related

sam in a bath

weecest and john knows

flagstaff

weecest and dean catching sam

camboy!sam at stanford

crowley listening in late s5

post finale with sam

weecest and sam doing homework while dean talks dirty to him

sam and jess at stanford

sam and calling dean just to hear his voice

sam/jack and jealous!dean in highschool

john and “the talk” with weecest

“something wicked” season 1 pre-wincest

sam and mpreg right before stanford

weecest and drunk dean and first times - explicit

Currently thinking about... j2

j2 in the pilot ficlet

mistaken soulmark au - brief jensen/chad, endgame j2

jared hooks up with dudes when he’s drunk - s1 fic

as azure cuisine (on AO3)

Cursed - wincest, first time, set in later seasons, not explicit

Black and White - a series of character studies, sort of

Broken Things - non-con wincest and addiction. no happy endings.

And The House Burned - young Sam and a burning house, not wincest

#beardguy - early s14, the internet appreciates Sam’s grief beard

not crossposted to AO3

drabble - dean and feeling damned

sam/jack noncon after ouroboros

happily ever after - retirement

sam and dean and shakespeare - headcanon fun with @sorryimnotthatkindofdoctor

serial killer!dean snippet

demonic little sam in 3 sentences

early season wincest dynamics - from conversations with @ohnoitsthebat

at stanford, winchester mystery house

a/b/o for “It’s A Terrible Life”

sam and dean and using the internet pre-stanford

pre-wincest weechesters - headcanon fun with @ohnoitsthebat

unfinished snippet of sam and shaving

Fratboy!Dean when Sammy joins - submission to @wincestismyguiltypleasure

sam and dean end up at a drag show instead of a vamp nest - ficlet for @ohnoitsthebat

j2 as a hawk and a vulture - snippet of a fic i’m not writing

trans!sam having a bad period and dean being awesome

dean taking spankings for sam and giving them back later 

Wild Cards

The casino owner!Jensen and card counter!Jared d/s au that was unplanned but is turning out genius (putting all of it here including amber’s posts because... well, it’s nice to have it in one place)

bb jared at jensen’s casino - original ask from @wincestismyguiltypleasure 

discovering aftercare - by amber  

after security guard!chad tries to ‘rescue’ jared - by amber

introducing high roller!jdm - by amber

jared and bad dragon filling his slutty hole - by amber

jdm pushes too far, jensen has a few doubts, jared clears things up - by me

jared having a darker edge (and loving jensen’s more murderous side) - by amber

Chad (wherein the security guard attempts a rescue after jared takes things a bit too far) - by me

Disobedience (where jensen installs hidden cameras and jared doesn’t know he’s putting on a show) - by me

not fanfic

In the Dark - a Little Red Riding Hood retelling

Take Me To The Ocean - wherein Kelly writes poetry

an essay for an old class