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The agencies are calling

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ranking my fav keanuverse characters

John Wick (no justification needed) > Tom Ludlow (I luv rugged man, plus I heard they got great pension) > Johnny Sliverhand (he gave me a 911) > Shadow (we listen and we don’t judge) > Jack Tavern > Neo (he looks like an omega) > John Constantine (he fine but he looks like my uncle when he was younger I just can’t) > Winston Connelly (Cute but his parents might dropped him, several times) > Scott Favor (so sexy but I worry he might have std) >>>>>>>> Lucas Hill ( u cheated on your wife, you die) >> Evan Webber (save the pleasantry, you die a million times )

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more john wick writing — ! is nsfw.

female!reader unless stated otherwise.

— asks

is john wick a smoker?

is john experienced in bed?

— drabbles

john wick x shy fem!reader.

john wick + daddy issues.

john taking care of you during your period. part 1 | part 2

ovulating around john wick.

how young!jw and older!jw act in the club.

! john getting jelous when others check you out. gn!reader

john wick + “please. don’t ever leave me.”

admiring john's abs. gn!reader

! john thigh fucking you.

! john overstimulating you.

! john wick + choking kink.

! sweaty tight shirt revealing john's muscles. gn!reader

john wick being hired to assassinate you father. gn!reader

telling john you have a kidnapping fantasy.

! first time doing anal.

! john being intimidating while fingering you.

touch starved john wick.

john taking more missions and being mean to you.

john wick x sensitive partner. gn!reader

john wick x chronically online partner. gn!reader

john wick x goth!reader. part 1 | part 2

! john wick finishing too fast and being embarrassed.

john teaching you russian. gn!reader

john wick as a dirty talker.

using your chest as a pillow to sleep. gn!reader

sitting on john's lap while he cleans his guns. gn!reader

first date, you don’t know what he does for a living. gn!reader

late night drive with john.

john wick x winstons!daughter.

doing each other's hair.

trying for a baby.

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Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal

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So you are telling me…… Johnny is the merc and V now is the digitalized AI in his head………?

*thinking loud*

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Words from me:

Angst angst angst - im obsessed with this. There’s beauty in that imperfection, even when it hurts. This is one quick one shot themed late-night car rides, city lights, and the haunting ache of Candy Necklace by Lana Del Rey. 🌙✨

⚠️ warning: angst, vague emotional hurt/comfort, not quite love not quite nothing.

— ✦ —

Lyric of Candy Necklace — you were humming with the radio.

It wasn’t healthy, this fixation. You knew that.

But knowing and stopping were two different things.

“Candy necklaces?” His brow furrowed slightly, but there was a flicker of amusement there too, the kind that came and went like a ghost.

“It’s a metaphor,” you said, your voice cutting through the quiet hum of the car. Outside, city lights blurred into streaks of watercolor against the night. You glanced at him, his hands steady on the wheel, his profile etched in sharp contrast by the glow of the dashboard lights.

“For being addictive,” you continued, shifting slightly to face him. “Bad for you. But still…” Your voice softened as you trailed off, your gaze lingering on the hard line of his jaw, the curve of his lips.

He flicked his eyes toward you, brow furrowed in that way he did when he was trying to understand you. “Still?”

You smiled faintly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s the name of the song,” you admitted, watching his expression shift—imperceptible to anyone but you. “Candy Necklace. Lana Del Rey. You’d like it, actually. It’s about someone who’s intoxicating. Bad for you. But you can’t let go.” You reached over and turned off the radio.

His hands tightened on the wheel for the briefest moment before relaxing again. He said nothing at first, letting your words linger between you. Outside, the streetlights washed across his face in intervals, painting him in gold and shadow.

“You don’t have to stay,” he said finally, his voice steady but rough at the edges. “You know that.”

“I know.”

There it was—that door he always left cracked open for you. A reminder that you could leave anytime you wanted. Walk away from this life. From him. But you didn’t want to. Even when you should.

“You say that like I want to leave.” Your voice softened, almost teasing, but heavy in its honesty.

The silence that followed wasn’t empty; it was weighted, thick with meaning. He didn’t have to speak. The way his knuckles flexed against the wheel, the slight stiffness in his shoulders—it said everything.

“You shouldn’t be obsessed with someone like me,” he said at last, his tone low, edged with something that sounded like regret.

You leaned back, crossing your arms as a half-smile tugged at your lips. “Maybe not. But here we are.”

He exhaled sharply, the sound halfway between a laugh and a sigh. “Here we are,” he echoed, his mouth quirking up just enough to make your chest ache.

You turned your attention back to the city outside, lights rushing past like a thousand fleeting moments. It wasn’t perfect, this thing you had with him.

It wasn’t love—not in any traditional sense. It was messier. Tangled, frayed, impossible to define.

But it was yours.

And for now, that was enough.

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Happy anniversary, Cyberpunk 2077

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@johnwickb1tsch’s & treedaddymcpuffpuff’s 𓈒  𓈒 

ㅤ･ﾟﾟ･｡𑁍 ⃝ Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader

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Credit: @pet_foolery

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John wick + lingerie preferences

My Masterlist

First of all, he loves everything which makes you feel confident

But he prefers darker lingerie colours. Black, Dark green,midnight blue,burgundy and especially dark purple

In regards of the lingerie style, he isn’t picky. He likes thin lace bralettes just as much as intricate long line/corset bras

He loves seeing his partner in rich fabrics such as satin

Although he is rather kinky, he isn’t into bdsm style lingerie with latex or leather. He likes softer, more feminine designs

If you decide to wear a garter belt oh Lord

He will imediatly carry you into your bedroom

Especially if you also wear heels

Normally he takes his time to carefully undress you, but it also has happened in the past that he ripped a pair of panties

He always has some pictures of you in lingerie on his phone, of course in a safe and secret file

The boudoir photo book you gave him as Valentine’s Day gift is one of his favorite presents of all time

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My girl, Valerie.

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My perfect Sunday brunch✨👍

Good Cop, Bad Cop feat. John Wick

Basically Soft!JW and Mean!JW brain rot - can’t get this shit outta my head or my drafts. Do not read this. I had to take a damn shower after I wrote it. NSFW / 18+ Adult Content / hitting & name-calling & dubcon

Of course, he’s soft John, who holds opens doors, pulls out chair, gives away his coat

Little kisses all over your face til’ his jaw is sore just to make you breathless and giggly

Sickeningly sweet and charming, magnetizing in his kindness 

Master of tickle fights 

Deep laughter that rumbles through his entire body

Languid, big tongue never in a hurry 

Of course, he takes mental note of your erogenous zones and sensitive spots

Makes sure you come first 

John Wick sucks toes. If you’re ticklish, oh well, he’s putting your foot in his mouth and holding you down or tying you up. Also gives fantastic foot massages with hands and tongue. 

Patient, frustrated John, big plump tip leaking and twitching, giving your fluttering cunt time to stretch and settle around it

Holding your hips down into the mattress and suckling your bloated pussy until the blue light of dawn - until he drinks you dry - don’t worry, though, he’s got the bottle of unscented, water based lube right there and plenty of saliva to keep you slippery - “we don’t want you to chafe, baby,” he coos, worrying a sloppy kiss to your overworked clit

He’s self-aware enough to recognize his smooth voice is an effective weapon, especially when he’s talking you through taking his humongous cock. Man of few words doesn’t mean he can’t use them the exact right way

“That’s my girl.” “Yeah, that feel good?” “Right there?” “Look at you.” “Gorgeous,” thrust, “irresistible,” thrust, “so fuckin’ sexy.”

Don’t get me started on the Russian dirty talk. Do you know what he’s saying? Absolutely not. Is it still more effective than English? Absolutely yes.

But, realistically, there’s also bully John, who always gets what he wants

Doesn’t matter how tough you think you are, this man is made of tall, corded muscle. 

Huge, mean, stalking toward you and letting you know you’re fucked

Doesn’t matter how soft he tries to be, there’s still that rough undertone that always gets the best of him

You know he’s such a sweetie, but he gets so jealous sometimes. It’s to the point where he doesn’t let you touch yourself or use vibrators unless he’s controlling the scene

The charade of your innocence is over when, one night, you’re drunk, straddling his lap and kissing his collar and you can tell he’s trying not to fuck you stupid

“John,” you say, “you know I’m a big girl. You can do what you want.”

“It’s gonna hurt,” he replies, smoothing over your flushed cheekbone

“Good,” you tell him, “hurt me.”

You’ll live to regret it

He feels a little guilty that that’s all the more coaxing he needs to keep you stuffed full of his dick and crying as often as he can

“We’re lucky you’re on birth control,” he grits out, the wet slap of his balls against your ass as he destroys your cervix 

More filthy, awful shit from his mouth as he manhandles you into a position where he can bite your flesh and whisper in your ear and bottom out in the sanctuary of your cunt

“Cockdrunk slut, huh?” - “It would be easier if this stubborn pussy would ever loosen up a little bit. Shame.” 

He keeps you fat and red and sore and full of cum, always 

You stopped begging him for reprieve - eventually

Heavy handed John, bruising your ass a little too much, hitting you hard enough to make your teeth knock together. 

One day, he’s gonna keep you locked up in a big house, collar around your neck, always wearing too-tight clothes and overly feminine fetish outfits that would make a stripper blush 

Run, hide, fight 

There’s no getting away from the Boogeyman

Plus, he likes the chase

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Imagine sucking John wick off.

Him sitting on a bed at the continental, legs spread slightly with you kneeling between them. His heavy breath and his dark eyes watching you while you look up at him, your hands at on his muscular thighs. After a bit he a deep ,,good girl“ leaves his mouth and his hand finds its way into your hair, firstly caressing it, then as he gets closer grabbing it. A groan escapes him and he closes his eyes ,,just like that little one, you’re such a good girl“

(This gif was the inspiration. I literally can’t think of anything else when seeing it)

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John Wick + outfits

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I can’t believe this I was just thinking the exact same thing (with his shirts off ofc)

Gift-wrapped