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thebookbutterfly · 10 months

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🦋 Chocolate Chips — John Wick x Reader

Summary: Every year you and John celebrate Helen’s birthday. This year would have been her 40th, so you decide to do something special.

Tags: #so much domestic fluff, #a teensy bit of angst, #sometimes babygirl is a 50 year old hit man, #he may kill people for a living but he is SOFT and I will not be taking any arguments about this, #slightly self indulgent

Warnings: Gender Neutral, but reader is suggested to have long hair, no use of Y/N, mentions of death obviously, no beta and no ‘ragrets’

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John’s occupation put a lot of things in life into perspective. Getting into silly fights was simply not worth it. Not when every time he walked out the door the stakes were so high. That’s not to say that you never had disagreements. Just that neither of you were willing to partake in petty lack of communication.

You had known about Helen from the very day you and John had begun dating. It was hard not to. The man loved her so much it was written on every piece of him. Strangely though you didn’t mind. How could you? When that wonderful woman had brought him through so much shit and out to the the other side. To you.

Simply to say that Helen was a part of what made the love of your life himself. And so you didn’t mind his love for her at all. Especially now that his love for you was written all over him too.

It was Helen’s birthday today. You saved the date and had been sneakily preparing everything for weeks now. It would have been her 40th birthday, so you wanted to make it extra special this year. John had been out on a contract all day yesterday and so you weren’t too worried about him waking up as you crept downstairs and into the kitchen.

You removed the cake you had baked from the fridge where you had hidden it and placed it on the counter. Chocolate caramel. Her favourite flavour. The big silver four and zero candles were perfect. Along side the cake you placed a large vase full of daisies. It was perfect. All that was left to do was breakfast.

You set to work, cutting up fruit and frying bacon and eggs. You knew John would be starving when he woke up, he always was after a hit. You supposed hunting someone down burned a serious amount of calories. Lastly, you set to work on the pancakes. You knew they were Johns favourite and you were more than happy to indulge him, especially today. He always asked for heaps of chocolate chips in his. You rolled your eyes affectionately at the thought. He was a chocolate fiend but when he stared at you with those big brown eyes. Ugh. Who were you to say no to such a gentle, beautiful man?

You were just plating up the last of the pancakes when you heard soft footsteps padding down the stairs, followed by the excited skitter of Boy as he raced his dad down to the kitchen. John was silent as death so you knew the fact that you could hear him approach was deliberate and more for you than anything else.

Boy entered the room a minute before John did; tail wagging like crazy. You laughed at his enthusiasm and leaned down to ruffle his ears affectionately. John’s sleepy form shuffled in just as Boy managed to land a lick to your cheek. He smiled at the sight of his little family. Boy: seemingly very proud of himself and you: wiping the drool off your face as you stood to greet him.

It was unfair, you thought, for the boogeyman to be someone as cute as him. John was wearing a soft long sleeve shirt and his favourite pair of flannel pyjama pants. As usual he had stolen one of your scrunchies to pull back his long hair— a green one with ducks on it, this time.

You had offered to buy him some of his own. Cool ones to fit his bad-boy assassin image; you had teased. But he had somewhat sheepishly declared that he liked yours better. You didn’t mind. After all you stole a fair share of his clothes too. So you had compromised and bought a few extra for yourself, that way he could be a thief and you wouldn’t run out.

Johns eyes drifted to the cake and the vase of flowers on the counter, and he froze. You watched as the memories hit him one after the other. Boy, sensing his dad’s distress, waddled over to his side and plopped himself down on John’s foot. The contact jolted him back to reality and he lifted his watery eyes to yours. “You did all this?” he finally choked out.

You stepped over boy and slipped your arms around his waist.

“It would be her 40th. I wanted to do something special for her this year,” you replied before a bit of hesitancy creeped into your voice. “Is it okay?”

John wrapped his arms around you, tugging you right against his chest. It took him a minute to reply and your heart thundered as you waited for him to say something. He buried his head into your neck and you cradled him there with the palm of your hand on his nape. Keeping him safe— holding him together as he answered with tears in his voice.

“It’s perfect. Thank you.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. Reaching with your unoccupied hand you began to trace constellations on his back. It was a habit you had gotten from him, actually, but it had stuck with you. He had spent years with nothing but violence for company, so you relished touching him gently.

Slowly, you pulled him to face you. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and swiped away his tears with your thumbs.

“I love you,” you said softly. You held him firmly willing him to really hear it.

“I love you too, so much.”

You stood there for a second, just holding his face in your hands. Enjoying the warmth of his skin. Boy sensed the shift in mood and slowly his tail began to thump against your legs.

“You had a long night last night,” you broke the silence. “Let’s get some food in you. Then after that we can light the candles and you can tell me about some of your favourite memories of Helen. Yeah?”

John nodded, straightening, but kept his grip on your waist as he surveyed all the food you had made.

“I’d love that. Do you mind if we have a look at the photos too?” He asked softly.

“I already put the photo albums out on the coffee table,” you replied with a cheeky grin.

His chest rumbled as he laughed, “Am I that predictable?”

You beamed at the sound, poking him in the ribs as he snuck Boy a piece of bacon. Big softie.

“I think I just happen to know you quite well. You’re much less mysterious than you think,” you teased him and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

“Alright, I’ll accept that,” he said with one last peck on your lips. “Now, let’s eat before this goes cold.”

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its-in-the-woods · 2 months

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Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 19

Chapter one here, two here, three here, four here , five here, six here, seven here, eight here,nine here, ten here, eleven here , twelve here , thirthen here, fourteen here, Fifteen Here Sixteen here, Seventeen here, Eighteen here

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Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating/Warning: As always minor get out. P0rn? What? Pretty vanilla, cum eating, fingering, cowgirl, missionary, minor choking, palm ridding, some plot, older man x younger woman, look if you've made this far you know these two need to fck k?

Synopsis:

You cross your legs, trying to keep your eyes focused on him, as his fingers drag the zipper down. He was a showman in every sense of the word, he loves to have eyes on him, particularly your eyes. Licking your lips you watch his fingers run along the top of his pants, the v of material exposing the black material of his boxers.

“Come closer,” He hushes out, you move to stand, stopping when he puts his hand up. “Crawl.”

ENJOY <3

The door shuts behind you, and Walton has you pinned against it before you can move into the space. The day had been way too long, and the flight even longer. Add the fact you both had been interrupted several times that day, and Walton was on edge. When the movers had knocked on the door with Walton between your legs, you thought he might actually pop a blood vessel. Instead, he had taken several deep breaths, fixed your pants, and opened the door. You briefly wondered when you got on the earlier flight if he would drag you into the bathroom. Thankfully, he had just crossed his legs and dug his nails into your thigh hard enough to leave marks.

Now he was kissing you, tongue pushed into your mouth, you suck on it listening to him moan as your fingers run into his hair. Your other hand is pushing under his shirt to feel hot skin, his hands have found their way to your pants pushing them down over your thighs. It’s fast and hot and dear god his fingers are rubbing against your core through your underwear. You push down against him, groaning at the friction. You push his jacket off, it thumps onto the ground, you break the kiss to get his shirt off. Your hands exploring along the hard plains of his body, finding the button of his pants. He pulls back your shirt falling onto the floor, bra not far behind. He kisses and licks down your neck, muttering sweet words as he latches onto your collarbone. Your reaction is instant hips pushing down onto his fingers as he drags a new mark to the surface

You whine and rock, “M’close.” You whimper, continuing to move, the heat burning you up. Walton unlatching from your skin, to look down at your eyes heavy with lust. Making you shiver as he pushes his hand up so that you’re grinding against his palm. The stimulation is almost not enough as you cling onto him, mouth open. Palm against your clit, his fingers moving your underwear out of the way so he can push inside. Your hands cling onto his arms as you rut against him.

“Going to come for me,” Walton grins, watching you melt for him. His mouth moving down to the top of your breast, sucking a new mark into it. The mix of pain and pleasure edging you in the best way possible.

“Please, can I, Sir,” You add emphasis Sir, feeling him react to it. His fingers stilling for a moment, as he bits harder onto the next bruise he was making. You are right on the edge, Walton having memorized exactly what to do to make you soaking in seconds.

He leans back watching you again, your hips squirming harder with his eyes on you. “Yes, come for me, baby girl.”

You fight to keep your eyes open, gasping as you tremble against his hand. Can feel wetness dampening his hand as your body contracts around his fingers, his lips leaning down to kiss you. You push back as he lets you ride the edge until it’s too much. He groans pulling back, you whine as his fingers slip out with a wet noise.

“Let’s go to the bedroom” He whispers against your ear, his fingers sliding over your lips. You open your mouth to lick at the tips. Your heart is hammering in your chest as you taste yourself on him.

You grin as you lean forward to take more of his finger into your mouth, “You’re going to get spanked if you don’t stop, little lady.”

A sigh escapes your lips but you pull back, a grin crossing your lips “What if I want you too?”

Walton looks down at you, hand coming up to push against your throat, and you groan as you feel him squeeze a little. The way he pushes you against the wall makes you squirm. The wicked grin crosses his lips, as he watches you. “Oh, don’t tempt me, beautiful, 'cause you and I both know how much you liked it the first time.”

You flush, looking down at where his free fingers have twined with yours, wondering if you should keep pushing his buttons more. Looking back at him, you can see the weight of the day of travel. As much as you love to get him worked up, you could tell he just wanted to take you to bed.

Leaving the suitcases in the hall, you take his hand, Walton leading you to the bedroom. He keeps the lights turned down, he has you remove your underwear in front of him, before instructing you to sit on the bed and not move. Before he turns and walks out the door. You stay as still as possible, tiredness has crept in unwanted. Rubbing at your eyes, you try and think awake thoughts, but the bed is soft and so comfy. Shaking your head a few times you blink again, perking up when you hear Walton’s footsteps.

He comes in with two mugs, his pants hanging dangerously low around his hips, handing one to you. You take a deep breath of the coffee, thanking him as you take a sip. He takes a sip of his coffee, before placing it on the side table. You watch him over the lip of the mug, as his fingers go to the button of his jeans. You bit your bottom lip face going red, it was always hot. Despite this same thing having played out before, you can’t help the tingling sensation that moves into your stomach. Shifting slightly you take another sip, trying to play it cool even if you’re squirming on the bed.

“I was thinking of blindfolding you again,” Walton says, as the button slips out of its loop. “But I wanted to see you, the way you look at me every time I get undressed.”

“Come closer,” He hushes out, you move to stand, stopping when he puts his hand up. “Crawl.”

A shiver runs up your spine, but you do as you’re asked sliding off the bed, looking up at him as you move towards him. Stopping at his feet you sit back on your heels, fingers twitching in your lap wanting to grab his pants and pull them down.

“Yeah, just like that,” Walton grins, you can see his heart rate increasing as his chest moves. “Know how much you want to touch me, always finding ways to run your hand over me.” His hands push the pants and underwear down, your eyes moving as his clothes move. Your mouth opens a little as you pull your eyes away from his center. The way Walton stares at you should set fire to the room, his fingertips run under your jaw. You stare up at him, hips rocking slightly without permission.

“Look at you, already so needy,” He hushes, his right hand grabbing at the base of his cock squeezing and twisting as he works at his own body. Eyelids fluttering closed as he moans, you can feel yourself clench as he moans. “Do you want this,” Walt asks, staring down at you, you nod your head, swallowing as you try to shuffle forward.

“Use your word,” He whispers your name, watching you squirm at his feet. It had become a game you’d both played, he knew you struggled with voicing your needs. So he’d made sure to use it against you in situations such as this.

“Please,” You squirm, saying the words always felt so much more dirty than doing the action. Didn’t matter how many times you tried to voice it. “Can I please taste you?”

He grins, continuing to stroke himself so close to you, “Keep going.” Voice breathy as he pleasured himself in front of you.

You grit your teeth a little, trying to push past the made up barrier in your mind. “I want to taste you so bad, you always taste so good, please, Sir.”

Walton groans, the smile twitching on your lips as you watch his cock leak out, “Mmm, you know just the right buttons to push. Now open your mouth for me.”

Marking a little win in your imaginary check box, you move forward opening your mouth. Sticking your tongue out and batting your eyelashes, he moves forward the fat head of his cock tapping on your tongue. You can taste the salt of him, the familiar musk making you shiver. Thighs clenching as you feel your slickness drip out of you.

“No hands, hold still.” He warns, you put your fingers back onto your lap. Squirming a little at the orders, him ordering you around made your stomach twist with desire as you did as he asked.

He lets go of his dick, hands sliding on each side of your face, you suck around the head as he pushes it further in. Dragging it back out so it rests on the edges of your lips, and then push back in. Being so careful not to thrust too far. You want him to move faster, but you keep still working your tongue on the underside, trying to pull him deeper with your cheeks. Walton stills, thumbs rubbing over your cheeks before he drags you forward slowly until he is all the way inside. Your nose flush against his pubic hair, relaxing as best you can around the intrusion. Feeling your throat flutter as you try to breathe through your nose, he holds you there and you can feel your chest trying to push him out. Just as you are about to tap out he pulls out, you cough sputtering for a moment, drool stretching from your lips to the tip of his cock. You blink back tears, his thumbs wiping at them.

Sitting back, you open your mouth again, determined to continue. Looking up at his flustered face, red cheeks, mouth open a little, his cock twitching. “Always so eager to do whatever you’re told.”

You can’t help the smile that crosses your lips as he moves forward placing the head on your tongue again, sliding himself down to the root. Than holding for a second, hand running under your chin so he can feel himself. Then he sets a pace, you suck and lick as drool drips out of your mouth, tears spilling unneeded out of the corners of your eyes. Groaning he pulls out again, twirling the spit and precum around his fingers to bring them up his mouth. You whimper watching him, your thighs wet with need. Fingers now have left more marks on your thighs from holding onto them to stop you from grabbing him.

“You did so good,” Walton leaning down to kiss you, letting yourself push into his kiss, heart pounding in your throat. “Follow me,”

You get up, legs trembling as you follow the man over to the bed. He lays down on the bed, motioning for you to join him. You crawl onto the bed, straddling his hips, keeping yourself above him as you lean down to meet his lips. Large hands cupping your ass, as he pushes you slowly down onto his cock. A moan ripping out of your throat, he felt so good. Wide head parting your soaking lips, as his shaft pushes you open. You settle on top, the two of you joining for a moment, he squeezes your ass, one hand sliding up to cup your breasts. Heart pounding in your chest, Walton rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger before his other hand finds your hip.

“You can move,” He whispers, you start to move immediately. Hips moving in circles as he starts to thrust up into you. You moan as his hands find your face, those damn hands holding you against him as you work yourself up and down. The rhythm comes easily as the two of you taste the other. You grind yourself down as he moves up, the friction as delicious as the noises the two of you make.

Eyes rolling as his pace increases, you match the pace, rocking back and forth the two of you grinding against the other. You sit back, hands on his chest, as he plays with your nipples. Suddenly you are taken off guard as he rolls you over, biting your lip as you watch him. Hands on either side of you, his mouth opens slightly as he pushes your legs up. He shifts sitting back on his heels, big hands over your thighs to hike you up against him. Walton helps you up, a moan slipping out of his mouth as he slips back into you. You wrap your arms around his neck. It’s slow, the feel of every movement leaving goosebumps covering you.

“Fuck,” He groans, lips and tongue running down your neck over your shoulder, “Always feel so good, don’t want it to stop.”

A whimper is all you can muster, body aching in the best ways as you keep moving. His name echoes in the space as you keep pushing, his hands holding you close. You clench around him, letting yourself flutter around him several times. Watching his face strain as he tried to hold on.

“Want to feel you, want to feel your cum dripping out of me. Please.” You keen as he lowers you down against the bed, his hips losing pace.

“Oh fuck,” He groans, you can tell he is close as the pace increases. You can’t help how your nails dig into his back. Your tongue licking down his neck, tasting the sweat and the sweetness that was uniquely his. Making your way along his arm, before biting into his bicep. His hips stuttering at the sensation of pain. You know you shouldn’t be leaving a mark, but you can’t help yourself. The way he reacts makes worth, feeling him sink all the way in cock twitching and spilling deep. You let out a long groan, it never got old and fuck did it feel good too.

He stays there for a moment, chest heaving, grinning as he glances down at the small mark. “You’re so bad, leaving marks on me.”

You flush, covering your mouth with your fingers, squirming under his gaze. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Mmm, really now,” He leans down kissing your neck, as he slides out and you huff a little at the emptiness. “You are a needy thing, might have to keep you up all night.”

“Is that so?” You flutter your eyelashes at him, you both know neither of you is going to stay awake past another orgasm.

He licks his lips, and you watch as his tongue goes down your sternum, sucking a mark in between your breasts. You breathe hitching as he keeps going, kissing around your belly button, down towards your center. Pausing as his hands push your legs up and open a little, settling between them.

“Oh,” You stutter as he grabs a pillow with one hand, lifting your ass with the other. His tongue moves down to your core. A string of non-sensical words streaming out of your mouth as your hand pushes into his hair. Fingers pulling you open so that he can get at the mix of both of you.

He hums approval as you push up against his tongue, letting you ride his face as he tries to suck your soul out of your body through your center.

“Fuck that’s hot,” You whimper, hips pushing and grinding, his nose rubbing at your clit. His fingers move over your thighs to rub at it, tongue continuing to work as he eats his come out of you. “Please, oh god,” You squirm so hard, trying to hold back the impending rush.

Walton's hazel eyes catch yours, “Come for me,” Your name whispers out before he goes back to his ministrations. Your hands clawing at the top of his head, stomach sucking in as you buck up. Heat pushing out as you come, his fingers continuing to work at you as you ride wave after wave of pleasure.

“Please,” You whisper trying to pull him off, he lets up his face shiny with the combination of you both.

Crawling up your body to lay a filthy kiss on your lips. You hold him there, hearts pounding together before separating. The world spinning around you as he climbs up to lay beside you.

“We doing that every time we come home?” You tease, snuggling in beside him, he grabs the covers and pulls it up over you both.

Walton lays back dragging you against his chest, “Anywhere and anytime you want.”

You flush and bury yourself into his chest, leaving a little kiss on his collarbone. He hums slightly, hands running over your hair, “As for the mark you left, have to think about what you're going to do to make up for it.”

You nibble at his collarbone, Walton grumbles before kissing your forehead.

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You’re sitting at your desk highlighting the latest script you’ve been sent. You’re not the head of department, but it never hurt to have your own set of notes. You can hear Walton just barely through the shared wall. Upstairs you had been graciously given a room to make your office, Walton had even taken you to buy a desk and a few other pieces. You worry at your lip, a small smile when you hear his laughter.

It had been a little less than a month since moving, as always it was easy. Well for the most part. You had pushed about paying for your part of the bills, it seemed only fair considering you were living in his house. Walton, did as he always did, and told you it was fine. It had led to a small heated discussion. You didn’t want to be a burden, he said you were far from it, neither of you wanting to back down. So the two of you had made up a contract, it was more film real than actually real, but it made you feel a little better about everything. You’d pay rent, half of groceries, and he couldn’t kick you out without four weeks notice. There were other details in there too, and part of you worried that a lawyer would have been better. At the same time, you’d been reassured seven ways from Sunday by just about anyone you spoke to that all would be okay. It wasn’t like you both were married or anything like that.

That thought had wandered through your mind way too many times. It was way too early for any of that nonsense. You were content to enjoy this, one day at a time. Looking up at a piece of art you had made with that exact saying, two pinky fingers entwined. Walton had insisted that you frame some of the art you had made, hanging several of your sketches in his office. In turn, you had gotten some of his photos printed, putting them onto the corkboard that now hung on the walls.

The sound of footsteps as Walton pokes his head around the doorframe, a mischievous smile on his face. You smile back, capping the highlighter, and leaning against your chair.

“Hey, baby,” He says, pushing the door open a little more.

“Hello, handsome,” You reply, closing the binder of notes, “How was the phone call.”

“Excellent, I believe we're going to be heading east in three days.” Walton bounces, coming into the room to sit on the corner of the desk.

You chuckle, the fact the two of you had made it a month without Walton exploding from lack of movement was amazing. Helping you move in had helped, several press events, new scripts, auditions, you had to keep him busy. Walton had even joked that it would be your official title, “Walton’s entertainer”.

“Oh! We got start dates?” You ask, sipping on some cold coffee. It was so hot in LA you hadn’t had warm coffee since moving down here.

Walton all but vibrates, "Yes, technically we are going to be there four days before filming. But we got make-up tests, and some camera stuff to do beforehand.”

You giggle at him, “If you could go today we would go eh?”

Walton nods his head, stealing a sip from your coffee mug. “Maybe, I haven’t been to the East Coast in a while. Have you ever been?”

You stretch a little, “No, I haven’t. I am sure you’d show me around town.”

He is up and moving again, pacing around the small room. “Yes, I went to this bagel place last time. It was so good, also there is this underground bar. I got to take you too, the cocktails were fantastic.”

You watch him for a moment, before getting up and moving to him. Walton turns and wraps you up against his chest, you hum content to stay there for a moment and enjoy the feel of him around you. He holds you close, it was one of the few times he wasn’t moving around the place.

“How is my kit coming with me?” You inquire, wondering if you could pack in a suitcase. You’d traveled with a small kit before, but this show would need something a bit more extensive. Even though you were only taking care of Walton, there was also the FX side. Your heart speeds up at the thought,

“Whatever you can put in a suitcase pack. Even if you need an extra one. Anything else will be purchased there. Plus Jeff will have all his stuff there, the two of you can work out what you need and so on. Another reason we need to get there early.” Walton chattered, kissing you on the forehead.

“I think I can manage that,” You say, over to the desk and grabbing a notebook. Lists were going to be necessary to make this as easy as possible. Mind running over all the different bits and pieces you need, realizing an inventory list would help. As well as needing to check in with Jeff, the realization that you’d be working with him was exciting A comforting weight, knowing you would be busy soon. Maybe you were more like Walton than you realized.

“You doing okay in there?” Walton asks, hand resting on your hip, leaning in to kiss the side of your face. Your body relaxes against his touch.

“Actually, yah, can’t wait to get back into the thick of things again.” You smile, feeling content as you lean against him.

Chapter Twenty

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