#John Wick x Helen

[johnwickb1tsch]

I demand when John met Helen (please?🥺)

Anything for you, my love! 😘😘😘

(this is an outline-ish thing from...last january? I don't know if ill ever truly write it out, so here's the whole caboodle)

warnings: violence, serious amts of shmoop

Helen goes to a rare book shop curious if they can fix the binding of her dog eared copy of Jane Eyre. They quote her an insane price. She has a meet cute with John in the shop. Maybe she's looking through the classics, trying to find a copy of Jane Eyre so she doesn't destroy her other one more. Maybe she tells him she can't afford to fix her copy. She brought it in to ask. He is sheepish about it, but he says he could fix it for her. “What would you charge?” 

“Nothing. It's a hobby for me. I do it for relaxation.” 

“Wow. Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. You'd be doing me a favor. I could use a new project.”

She cants her head, looking at him. Weighing him. He finds himself standing up a little straighter, hoping he'll make the cut. 

“Ok. But you at least have to let me buy you lunch.” 

“I would like that,” he admits. 

“Deal.” She holds out her hand to shake. He takes her small hand in his, and doesn't want to let go. 

So he fixes her book. 

They go to lunch. And when it's time to part ways, they don't really want to. They go for a walk. And keep talking. He shyly asks if he can take her to dinner. She agrees eagerly. They fall in love in the span of a week, or maybe just that one perfect day. 

They have a date set but John has to text her to say he's not feeling well. She offers to bring him soup. He says that sounds amazing, but he doesn't want her to see him like this. In truth, he was working, and things got out of hand. He's told her he works in security. But she is not prepared for how he looks. 

Black eye. Cuts on his face. Bruised ribs. Bruises everywhere, really. 

She worries that he's trying to break their date. Making up an excuse. He can hear it in her voice. Scared he’ll lose her, (and wanting badly to see her) he agrees to let her come over that night, not sure how it will go. 

He thinks about his Manhattan apartment. Expensive, modern, very few personal touches. He's afraid she'll hate it. 

When she comes over with takeout she is shocked, and teary eyed. Seeing him in pain like this hurts her. 

“Oh my god, John, what happened to you?” 

“Sometimes, my work gets a little...spicy?” 

Lol. She just looks at him. That look. 

“I'm guessing you can't actually tell me what happened.” 

With a sad smile he shakes his head. “I want to share everything I can with you,” he admits. “But some things, it's better you don't know.” 

She chews on her lip as he tells her this. He wonders if this will be their deal breaker. But in the end she nods. “Ok, John. I trust you.”

Hearing that makes him feel better than the pain pills he'd taken earlier. 

“We could...watch a movie?” he offers, thinking snuggling with her in his arms might fix him. 

“Okay.” 

He falls asleep halfway through, and she holds him, looking at his wounds. He looks so boyish and innocent in his sleep. She fights not to cry. 

To make up for ruining their date night he offers to cook her dinner. Afterwards they kiss, in front of the window, the lights of New York shining down below. He pulls her against him, squeezing her in his strong arms like he can't get enough of her. It steals her breath away, she wants him so much.

Later,  they're out and about. She hugs him under his suit jacket, feels a blocky shape at his back. “Are you...carrying a gun?” 

“Honestly, I'm usually carrying a gun,” he admits.

After the business that went sideways, he doesn't want to get caught unawares. He can tell she doesn’t like it, but trusts him enough to go along with it. 

“Ok…”

Something happens where she gets to see him in action. It's awesome... and scary, honestly. Maybe they're walking to his car when they're ambushed by five guys. The leader is like, “Evening, John.”

“This isn't a good time, Mickey.”

M looks between Helen and John with a leer. “No time like the present, I say.”

They fight, and John lays them all out. In the end he’s taken Micky’s gun and is about to shoot him in the face. It's instinct and reflex. Finish the job. But he hears a gasp behind him. Looks to see Helen looking terrified. So he disassembles the gun. Drops all the bullets into Mickey’s face before throwing the pieces at him. 

“Come on, sweetheart, let's go.” They drive away. She is in shock. 

Afterwards, they go park somewhere with a view of the city below. She is only looking at him though. “I scared you,” he says. It's not really a question. 

“Yes and no,” she answers honestly. “I don't believe you would ever hurt me.” 

“Good. It's the truth.” 

“But I…” She trails off.

“It's OK,” he sighs, feeling so tired inside. “You can say it.” 

“I'm not sure I really believe your job is legal, John.” 

He sighs and looks at the steering wheel. “You... might be right about that.” 

She nods. His heart is in his throat. This is it. This is how he loses her, he's convinced. And she has every right to leave. He never had any business pursuing her in the first place, but…it feels like dying. 

He waits for the axe to fall, his eyes squeezed closed. 

“I don't know how to reconcile the man I saw today, and the man I know who repairs books, and cooks me gourmet dinners, and takes me on long walks while holding my hand.” 

John rests his forehead on his steepled fingers. “I’ve...never really had a choice. I was trained from childhood, to do what I do, for very bad people. It doesn't excuse me...but it is what it is. Maybe I enjoyed it, once. I am not a good man. But now…” He looks at her, with the look of a drowning man. “I would give anything, just to have you.” 

There are tears in her eyes too, he realizes. 

“Do you have to do it, forever?” she asks. “Is there no way out?” 

He shakes his head, to himself as much as her. “It's very rare,” he tells her. “And very difficult.”

She nods, and moves closer. “Will you hold me?” 

“Always.” 

He pulls her in close, thinking he could die happy like this, with her in his arms. 

Later, he asks point blank. He has to know, he can't contain it. “Are you leaving me, Helen?”

He's so certain the answer is yes. She'll try to let him down softly. I'm not sure I can do this. It's not you, it's me. 

He can hardly believe his ears when she answers, “You're not getting rid of me that easily, John Wick.”

He's not sure if the sound he makes is a laugh or a sob. He kisses her, desperate for the affirmation of her love, hardly able to believe his luck. He feels like his heart might explode, for all the love he feels for this woman. 

“I love you so fucking much,” he growls as he kisses her like he might devour her. 

Likewise, she tells him with tears in her eyes and her fingers in his hair. “Don't stop kissing me.” 

“Never,” he tells her. 

The next week he finds himself buying a ring. 

And the week after that, he finds himself bargaining with Viggo Tarasov, his freedom in exchange for slaughtering all of the boss’s rivals in one mad night of mayhem. 

If anyone can do it, it’s John Wick.

[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.

[greenmanalishi]

*CHAPTER 4 SPOILER*

[lycheeloving]

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

[evrensadwrn]

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.

[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.

[johnwickb1tsch]

Hi, another one please?

When John met Helen?

😆😆😘😘 Ok my dear, since Han asked for this one, here's my other very rough John x Helen snippet:

What if…John stopped the theft of one of helen’s cameras? she was running after this guy for blocks. she's sweaty and out of breath. John clotheslines the thief on the street and takes the camera. the thief recognizes john and is terrified. scrambles off without a fight. So helen catches up, wheezing and out of breath. SO relieved. “I seriously cannot thank you enough. I would be so fucked, i’m trying to finish this big project and i have a deadline.”

John just nods, quiet, and utterly enchanted. She takes the camera, starts to go. But then she turns. “Hey. Can I like, buy you dinner or something? To say thank you? You really saved my bacon.”

He’s surprised. And he knows he should say no. But he finds the words leaving his mouth before he gets a chance to stop them. “I would like that.”

“Great.” She whips out her phone. “What’s your number?”

They part ways, and John has this light feeling in his chest, like he’s just taken part in a miracle.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[marquisedegramont]

phantom of the opera au with john and helen send post

[sunlighthelen]

July 21, 2014

John’s been liking the puppy. He seemed pretty reluctant at first, but well, immediately sunk into her just hours later hehe

He went to go out with Daisy while I was dealing with emails, and he returned with toys and necessities for Daisy. How cute! 🐶🌼

[evrensadwrn]

funniest thing about the john wick series is that if you really boil it down to it’s barebones it’s a story of a man taking down the entirety of the criminal underworld from how much he loves his wife

[feinv]

the thought of john wick being a girl dad makes my heart melts 😞

“you are too young to have a kid. you don’t even want children,” i whisper to myself as i continue writing this on the verge of a sob. john wick as a girl dad <3

i wholeheartedly believe john wick was put in this world for one reason only, and it’s to have a loving wife and a daughter.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 he is so devoted to his family, always putting the two of you first. oh he has a business meeting in twenty minutes? well too bad, because he is cancelling, his little princess wanted to play some more.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 you will often catch him in ridiculous outfits, like dressed in all black professional suit with a pair of fairy wings on his back your child made him wear. or cute hello kitty hair clips in his dark hair. and he doesn’t mind!! whatever makes her happy :)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 expect to be showered in compliments by your child too because that’s what she sees john do all the time “mommy you are so pretty!! daddy is always right,” and you are like :<

ᯓᡣ𐭩 this man has all the money in the world, he would spoil his child to the brim. every barbie doll, every cute dollhouse, whatever she wants. besides that, he would always put in time and effort, and not just buy things. he will absolutely build a small treehouse for her, sit down to play and draw, watch ridiculous amount of cartoons.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 a strict parent, but in a sense that he doesn’t get mad or yell, he just makes the kid respect him! he would be so patient with her, calmly explaining why doing such thing is wrong and how can she fix it. he didn’t have the best childhood, and he would hate to turn out like people who raised him, so he would often get too worried and ask you if he is treating her right or being too strict with her.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 being graced with an energetic child often gets you exhausted by the end of the day. but he is there for you :3

“john, i cannot keep up after her. she is like. on full battery mode all the time,” you huffed softly, a happy smile on your face as you dropped your head to his shoulder.

“get some rest. i will stay up with her,” he chuckled lightly, giving you a goodnight kiss before going back to living room where the mini version of him already set up all the games they were going to play for at least two hours.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 it’s the least he can do for you. he doesn’t think he will ever be able to repay you for everything you gave him: love, home, family, and purpose. he will always be grateful to you that you not only chose him to be your life partner, but also trusted him enough to build a family with him, and he will spend the rest of his days with a sole purpose of bringing happiness to your faces <3