#John Wick x Helen

[johnwickb1tsch]

picture of domesticity ~ john x wife!reader fix it imagine

So... what if you were married to John Wick and the writers didn't kill you off just to give the male protagonist the excuse to go on a rampage? And everything John goes through in the movies is so he can come home to you, rather than agonize in just the memory of you?

You're in the car with your new puppy Daisy on your lap when Iosef proposes to buy the 'Stang. John does not like it when he leans in the window, leering at you as much as the car. You don't understand the exchange the men have over your head, though you understand John's body language all too well.

When the creepy boy goes you turn to your husband, hugging Daisy to you. 'It's so hot when you speak Russian," you say, trying to lighten the tension in the car.

He looks at you with an eyebrow raised, the corner of his mouth ticking up despite himself. You've always had that effect on your so- serious husband.

"What did you say?" you ask.

"I called him a bitch."

You giggle, scratching Daisy's ears. "John!"

"What? He said it first."

You sigh and reach over to take John's hand, feeling the tension thrumming down his arm. Usually you can calm him down with just a touch, but this time he remains wound as a spring. You have just been for a drive in the country. 'Let's go home, baby."

He does not calm down when you get home either, though. He is quiet in his agitation. But you know his every tell by now, and you know something isn't right.

He disappears into the basement for a little while. When he returns, he doesn't smell like book glue, but something more chemical.

Gun oil, you realize.

It's been a long time.

"Is everything OK?"

Now you are beginning to worry.

"I'm sure it's fine," he says, opening his arms to you. You snuggle on the couch with Daisy for the rest of the afternoon.

When you wake to the sound of a crash downstairs you almost are not surprised. John's side of the bed is empty. Daisy tries to dash away towards the ruckus, but you secure her in the closet, but not before withdrawing your Beretta 9mm from the jewelry safe.

It was a wedding present.

By the time you descend the stairs, the intruders have been rendered into corpses. John stands in the kitchen with a blood spattered face, looking feral. It catches your breath in your throat.

You are not half as horrified as you should be.

You have not seen that suit in a long time.

Only later do you find out it was the son of your husband's old associate, Viggo Tarasov.

John says the matter is closed, but you aren't so sure.

When a beautifully dressed Italian with impeccable manners appears at your door, your heart falls to your feet, and you just know they are going to try to take him from you again...

[meetmeinthematinee]

Oh Hey, remember I used to write John Wick stuff?

Check out my Masterlist!

Guaranteed no spoilers for Wick 4 since....I haven't written anything in quite a while but I've been eyeballing my WIPS again my friends and maybe just maybe......

[romangoldendreams]

With every look he got from her he only got her soul broken into pieces, her fragility not hidden, that porcelain doll facade, helpless, broken.

She was weak, and they both knew it. She was intelligent and determined in her work, for everything in life, but not for problems or difficult situations. All of her was torn from top to bottom, and depression, sadness and everything that makes up the word strength disappeared from her person. She totally lacked the energy that he had, and it was precisely because of that weakness and disability that she openly showed that made him fall in love with her, lose himself in her gaze, in that tattered body, and heal his soul stained by fear, broken by injuries, because she was coward while he was brave enough for both.

[lycheeloving]

trying my hand at John Wick texts. broadening my horizons, etc

[thewhumpcaretaker]

omg pleaseeee make the living weapon comfort prompts

Okay I will! ^_^

Living Weapon Hurt Prompts, from last time

💥 Living Weapon Comfort 💥

So, how do you comfort someone who has been taught not to even view themselves as anything more than a tool for violence?

Caretaker shows whumpee the everyday parts of life - going to the movies, baking cookies together, going grocery shopping, etc. This is especially important if they never had a childhood.

Caretaker encourages whumpee to get a regular, civilian job, or better yet, pursue the dreams were forced to give up.

Caretaker reminds whumpee that their own pain matters. When they get injured or sick, they can take a day off. They're allowed painkillers. It's not about whether they can stand up and keep fighting efficiently, it's about their comfort.

Whumpee confesses the full extent of what they were forced to do. They've never told anyone this before and break down while talking about it.

Caretaker reframes what happened, points out the abuse that they couldn't see at the time, and reassures them that it was not their fault.

Caretaker praises whumpee for showing emotion, for acting gentle, for singing, for showing weakness. In those moments, Caretaker protects whumpee from anyone who would judge them.

Caretaker is very careful about how they move and how they touch whumpee, because whumpee can panic if it feels like someone is about to put them in a chokehold, pull a gun, etc.

Caretaker supports whumpee through nightmares and flashbacks, even if whumpee becomes aggressive in that half-aware state.

Whumpee visits the people they've hurt or the families of those they've killed, and tries to make amends in some small way. It's not enough, nothing could ever be enough, but they are forgiven anyway.

"I love you no matter what you've done. You want to know the honest truth? Even if you were really, deep down, responsible for all of it...I'd still love you."

Caretaker trusts whumpee with tasks that require gentleness, like babysitting, teaching, healing, or leadership roles.

When someone expresses that they don't trust whumpee or that whumpee should be punished, Caretaker chews them out privately. "They're not dangerous. They were being controlled. The things they did...that's not who they are."

Whumpee is afraid that their conditioning is too strong to break, so Caretaker promises to restrain whumpee if they act dangerously. "But I know you won't. I trust you."

Whumpee DOES get triggered and get violent, but Caretaker assures them that they haven't lost their progress. They are still getting better, it just takes time.

[greenmanalishi]

*CHAPTER 4 SPOILER*

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

John Wick falls in love.

And everyone thinks, “oh, this girl must be a total badass. A ruthless woman with a heart of iron and an ability to tame even the most beastly of mankind.”

Except then they meet her, the wispy ray of sunshine holding a bouquet of wildflowers freshly picked from her homegrown garden, smiling and leaning up to steal a kiss from her dark, brooding shadow, and… Did John Wick just blush? Did John Wick just smile and nuzzle into the warm neck of a giggling, delicate woman in a sundress?

Yes. Because after a lifetime of pain and agony, after he’s already accepted this fate of brutality and death and darkness, after the only touch he’s known is hard and unforgiving, Helen appears like a ray of light. And she is soft. So soft. All teasing touches and playful kisses and laughing while burying him in the sand.

Silly little games and tickle fights and ancient, perishing fairytale books wrapped in blue shiny ribbon waiting in his front seat after he tells her he’s always wanted to restore them. Holding him, always holding him—his rough, ugly scared hands that she insists are beautiful. His bruised cheeks. She wraps herself around him in a protective cocoon—his bright little guardian fending off the oppressive, terrifying, massive darkness—shushing him back to sleep, scaring the nightmares away with her sweet reassuring whispers.

Loving him, not in spite of, but for everything he is. Never being afraid of him. Giggling while he growls, batting her eyelashes and sticking out her tongue and only screaming with laughter when he gets her. Rolling her eyes when someone trembles in his presence, when she hears the rumors about his merciless and ruthless nature. Putting him in funny poses for photographs in the park, on their couch, in his car.

Praising him, always praising him. Hailing his good deeds and achievements so intensely that all he can do is stammer and stiffen and look away when it gets overwhelming, when he doesn’t know what to do with all of that abundant love she’s giving him so freely. All of that abundant love he didn’t even know existed.

Helen is so different from everything, so kind and forgiving and loving. He doesn’t deserve her, doesn’t mean to fall in love with her so quickly, doesn’t want to dim her heavenly light with his looming past, and certainly doesn’t expect the opposite…

Because now, he smiles more than frowns, laughs more than wails, kisses more than bites, caresses more than punches.

Because now, John Wick falls in love with the warm, ever-burning hearth that is his Helen, and she sets his world on bright, brilliant, beautiful fire.

[kavalyera]

i love how in scenes where john wick thinks about his wife, there’s always either light or the color grading turns into yellow/gold

helen will always be symbolized through sunlight/light because SHE is john’s light. the reason for his defiance against the high table and the reason he is so disciplined into getting the freedom he deserves away from the criminal underworld

[feinv]

Going insane currently thinking about JW getting that same intense, unwavering look of focus he gets when he’s working when you (reader/helen) cum, especially when he’s using his hands.

He doesn’t even know he’s doing it, looking that way, he’s just so intent on making you cum and feel good. He is a man of precision and skill and intense will, and he will use it to make you feel as good as absolutely possible.

Im going to go eat drywall

-H

dom!john wick x fem!reader. fingering.

you heard the stories of him being the man of focus, commitment, and sheer will. but unfortunately, or in this case quite fortunately, you have never seen john match the stories assigned to him. but as your relationship grew more intimate and his feelings for you more intense, you would catch him looking at you with an expression which was hard to describe.

his face was emotionless, yet you could make out an unstoppable drive on his features. like pleasuring you was his mission and he would go beyond his morals to accomplish it.

the dimly lit room accentuated his dark features, making him look like a sin.

“you look intimidating,” you half-chuckled, whispering, as his face was inches away from yours, his one arm stretched in between your legs.

“are you intimidated?” his baritone voice questioned, eyes landing on yours with a wicked glint.

“should i-” your sentence was cut by a moan as he added another finger, curling them in your tight walls “…should i be?”

“depends on what you do, sweetheart.” you felt his teeth dig into your neck, slowly but harshly sucking on your soft flesh, pumping his fingers in an out in an unwavering pace.

you couldn’t stop your whines when he was knuckles deep inside of you, the tip of his fingers brushing against your cervix, his other thumb drawing circles on your sensitive bud.

“aren’t you a good girl?” it took you five seconds to register his question in your fucked up state, nodding your head and mewling a barely audible yes.

“then you have nothing to worry about,” he slammed his digits harder and faster in an unrelenting rhytm before you gushed all over his fingers with a loud moan, coating him in your sticky arousal.

[johnwickb1tsch]

( most y/n fics are fem gender but [attempted] no real mention of specific appearance, race, body type) ✨️=COMPLETE!

The Night Nurse - John x Helen CH 1 │ CH 2 │ CH 3 │ CH 4 │ CH 5 │ CH 6 │ CH 7 │ CH 8 CH 9. CH 10. │ A03

you're the worst thing (i'm addicted to) - John x Helen'sSister!Reader fic │ Part 1 │Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 A03

John x Helen'sSister!Reader Imagine✨️ John Wick x Tarasov'sDaughter!Reader Imagine✨️ Constantine x Reader x John Wick Imagine✨️ Young!John Wick & Model!Reader Imagine part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4✨️ John x Wife!Reader Fix it Imagine✨️

BITTERSWEET

Yandere!John x fem!reader coffee shop au (this totally turned into a fic) All Chapters

gentleman john wick headcanon✨️

just a warm up drabble✨️

bodyguard!Wick x shy!curvy!student!fem!Reader fic✨️

OTHER KEANUVERSE CHARACTERS:

THE GIRL NEXT DOOR- Constantine x Vampire!Reader (ft John Wick/BRZRKR) + Don John Fic ALL CHAPTERS ✨️COMPLETE!✨️-- BONUS: the deleted scene

Constantine x Vampire!Reader Neighbor Imagine✨️

Donaka Mark x MartialArtist!Reader Imagine ✨️

Donaka Mark x Secretary!Reader Imagine✨️

THE DEVILS' TRIANGLE - Tex Johnson x Reader x John Wick (x Constantine) Yandere Collab with the diabolical @treedaddymcpuffpuff & @sweetwolfcupcake *so many dead doves here be warned...* Original Imagine COVER Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5. Part 6 Part 7. Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

EXCESSIVE FORCE - Tom Ludlow x Nurse!Reader collab w the AMAZING @treedaddymcpuffpuff CHAPTER MAP

THE BASTARD'S MISTRESS - a don John x servant!Reader fic✨️

break me, softly - a Jack Traven x fem!NurseReader fic✨️

Vino Veritas - A Frank x Reader Destination Wedding Fic PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 EPILOGUE ✨️NOW COMPLETE!😛✨️ CHAPTER MAP

peep toe pumps - a kevin lomax x femSecretary!reader fic✨️

Andar Conmigo - A Walk in the Clouds Paul Sutton x fem!Reader x Don John Fic Chapter Map bonus: don john's charro suit ✨️complete!✨️

enigmatic stranger - young!john wick x fem!reader collab fic w sweetwolfcupcake & treedaddymcpuffpuff pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

young!Constantine x witch!Reader imagine in India Pt 1

Sympathy for the Devil - Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic ALL CHAPTERS

naughty neo x reader drabble✨️

🌻Small Town Girl ~ a Tex Johnson x Reader fic (Donnie Barksdale mentioned) Pt 1 Pt 2

rager. a donaka mark x reader x john wick oneshot. 6500 words.

Some drabbles/outlines/imagines: US Marshall!Reader x Donnie Barksdale revenge fic snippet When John Met Helen fic outline assassin!Reader x John Wick fic outline

[persephone411]

You know what I just realized about Johns “death” in Chapter four ?

He died in Paris aka. The city of love. All he ever wanted to be remembered for was him being a loving husband to Helen.

Now I wanna cry

[valentinxd]

YOU POOR THING

WIP Here is a sneak peak 😘

Helen and John now have you and Winston is afraid this little game of theirs will spiral..

If there was one thing Winston could do was send you away in hopes that the world who hated the Wicks wouldn’t find their way to you. Of course, this only lasted so long as it became a game for the divorced couple, now all four of you were seated in the New York Continental bar and all you could do was drink your beer and sit in silence.

John Wick was a skilled hitman as you found out, in fact so very skilled that he was a little to damn good at his job and became the most feared of them all.

It didn’t help that he married Helen Moynahan, mostly known as Helen Wick - a powerful woman in the underground who fought, kiss, killed, and burned her way to the top only then to obtain a husband.

Either way Winston thought he could help you, at least save you since both of them were a little too preoccupied in their game. It was a slippery slope straight into obsession and outdoing the other as you now were seated at the bar while both of them sat behind you at a table discussing things as Winston demanded.

Helen only smiled coyly playing with her drink and John only stared back with the same stoic and unreadable nature he was known for, despite the blood on his face.

While you swiveled around in your bar stool, anxious as all hell you immediately turned back around as you saw three men clean up three dead bodies and broken glass. You must have had a reaction because the poor bartender slid you a shot glass full of tequila.

[ur-fav-h-anon]

Domestication

The Donaka fic is coming I prommy. In the mean time, have something else that I've written

John Wick character study !!!!

TW: dehumanization (dog metaphor go brrrr)

John Wick is a hunting animal.

Thats what it is, thats what it was bred to be. A relentless persuit hunter that outwits and outlasts even the most stubbon prey. The need to hunt and kill so deeply engrained that it is as central as breathing.

And, what happens when the hunting animal falls in love?

It hands her its leash, its loyalty.

And when she, instead of giving it a scent to chase or a prey to hunt, treats him like a prized pet, allowing him into her bed and at her table?

He becomes the perfect domesticated animal.

He smoothes his permanently up hackles and dulls his teeth. He licks her hands and curls around her in her sleep.

But the instincts still remain.

He uses them to provide for her, to make sure that the small house she loves is warm and the fridge is full. She doesn’t seem to question where the extra money comes from, but he knows she notices it.

He may still kill and hunt in the name of whoever pays him to, but really, he does it for her.

And then one day, he realizes as he leaves her warm bed to go hunt, that he would rather stay there and keep her warm. He wants to stay curled around her and to lick her face as she wakes up. He wants to sit at her feet as she lays on the couch and let her hands run through his fur and scratch at his chin.

He had lost is prey drive.

The mere idea of it would have terrified him years ago, the loss of the only thing that made it of any use, the only thing it knew how to do. But instead of fear, he meets the idea now with almost joy. He was more than it now, he was loved and loved in return.

It had become more than a hunting animal, he was a dog now, a domesticated Doberman.

If only his trainers could see him now, the fiercest thing they ever created, soothed into becoming a lap dog. The idea of the look on his first masters face when she finds out what her prized hunting hound has become in the hands of it's new master brings him more joy than he thinks he would never know how to articulate to another living soul.

So he retires from the hunt.

No one understands, how could an animal like that ever even think about retirement when it was destined to die in the hunt, destined to go until it's heart stopped beating.

He doesn’t explain a thing, just flashes the tiny collar she put around his third left finger and waits for the abridged understanding.

They will never understand the depth of loyalty he feels for her, bred by the loving care she gave him for the first time in his life. But maybe they understand the heavy implications of him loving someone enough to marry them.

He knows word gets out quickly. The favoured dog leaving the hunt. He knows they mock him secretly for allowing itself to become domesticated, but they don’t understand and never will. They will never understand what it is to be loved and pet and groomed after a lifetime of nothing but the cold hand of direction to target.

He doesn’t care anyway, he has so many more important things to care about now, like how she giggles when he noses her neck.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐕𝐈𝐈: 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

Event Host: @wickblr

Summary: John Wick battles against the memories of The Director telling him he is a serial killer who cannot love.

TW: guilt, emotional child abuse, suicidal thoughts

“You’re a serial killer, Jardani.”

It’s in the back of his head all the time. Not even as a fully formed thought. Certainly not a rational thought. He's aware logically that he doesn't do this because he likes it...right? But he was so good at it, from such a young age. It came so naturally to him. He must like it. He knows what he is. He knows it above all other things. He doesn’t know how many he’s killed. Other people know, probably. People who like killers keep tallies. John doesn't like killers. He doesn't like himself. So he keeps no tallies. He doesn't want to know. And what kind of man doesn’t even know how many people he’s killed?

“You’re a monster, John Wick. The boogeyman.”

Why should he, John Wick, be allowed to have a child when he is the thing that parents tell their children stories about to frighten them into obedience? Why should he have a family or a wife or even a girlfriend? Why should he hold someone gentle in the hands that have been drenched in blood, that have crushed windpipes and snapped spinal columns? He tells Helen not to put their pistol in the bedroom. Never. He doesn’t want to wake up from a nightmare thinking she’s the enemy and - But he knows it doesn’t matter where they keep the gun. He could kill her with his bare hands anyway.

“Jardani. Listen to me. You’re a killer. You can’t love.”

The Director is still leaning over him with her hair in a bun, murderous hand on his shoulder as if what she’s saying is such a tender and important message. Like a proud parent telling him he can do anything he puts his mind to, except she’s telling him what he can’t do instead. He can’t love. She’s always saying this. She’s always standing over him, no matter where he goes or what he does, awake or asleep. And no matter how old he gets, no matter what happens, his answer is always the same.

“The woman I love is stronger than me. She’s more loveable than I am incapable of love. She wins.”

He didn't say it then. He just held his tongue and nodded and kept it in his secret heart. It's not an articulate thought but it comes to him as a victory. Every time, she wins. Before he met her, he knew she would win. He knew it because she was already winning. When he imagined her, he felt himself disappear. Killer? Who’s a killer? Jardani Jovanovich? Never heard of him. No, there’s just a beautiful, open-hearted person somewhere. How is there attention left for anything else when she’s in the world? Some asshole killer is not worth thinking about. He’s already forgotten his own name. Her, on the other hand…

“Even serial killers should make themselves useful for Helen.”

Serial killers get the death penalty. But a death penalty is a waste of someone who could bring Helen her morning coffee. A death penalty is a waste of someone who could hold Helen while she falls asleep. A death penalty is a waste of someone who could behold Helen, and appreciate her in every way, and carry her memory forever. A death penalty is a waste of someone who could love Helen.

“I love Helen.”

There it is, the contradiction. Men of his sort can’t love. And Helen can’t NOT be loved. This paradox is always in his head. This exchange.

“You’re a serial killer, John.”

“I love Helen.”

Love wins every time.

[marquisedegramont]

phantom of the opera au with john and helen send post

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

For the prompts list: 16. bodily fluids as lube with Mr. Wick 😍

Helen Wick x John Wick (nsfw). I hope I did you justice, anon :3

If Helen is being honest, and she usually is—

The mere sight of John Wick with a bottle of hypoallergenic water based lubricant in his hands is laughable.

“What?” He asks, looking around, obviously not in on the joke.

“Oh, John,” she says, covering her giggles. “You’re adorable.”

He rubs a hand over the back of his neck, little smile lighting up peachy cheeks. Been called by many names, Wick has, but never that one. “Thanks,” he says, ever the smooth talker.

“I don’t think we need help.” She motions to his thoughtful bottle, then nudges her panties to the side. Glistening and beautiful, is she, a Goddess amongst crisp, tangled sheets.

He resists the urge to fall onto all fours and begin howling—feral for a taste of her sweet, wet cunt. “Jesus, Hels.”

“Yeah?” She asks, with that golden sunshine smile just for him, dipping a finger inside her pretty pussy to lure him closer. “Come here, John.”

The lube tumbles from his hand, or maybe he intentionally throws it across the room. He’s not sure what happens in the time it takes for him to go from standing in the bathroom doorway to laying between her legs.

When she cradles his cheek, he leans into the touch, eyes fluttering closed, the loss of sight, although agonizing, heightening the smell of her to an irresistible degree. All for him. All for him.

“Can I taste you?” He murmurs, lips sealing a kiss to the damp skin of her inner thigh. She is sopping, and he needs to clean up that sticky mess with his mouth before the sheets ruin underneath her hips.

“Mmm.” Her nimble fingers thread through his thick tumble of hair, knowing—always knowing—all the right places to touch to make him shudder. “I don’t know…”

She’s teasing him. She loves it… Watching the big, bad, stoic John Wick get hard and desperate and messy for his favorite girl, leave wet patches on his underwear right where the tip of his cock begs to bust free, hump the sheets while he suckles her clit and fucks her on his thick fingers.

He looks up at her, the beg in his eyes even more potent than the one in his rich, chocolaty voice. “Please, Helen. Can I please taste you?”

”Yeah,” she nods, grinning lip bitten between her teeth as John parts her folds with the tip of his tongue.

He hums in approval, slurping up all that gooey desire. All of his desire. All for him, Helen is. All of this.

And she’s right, the lube really isn’t needed.