#john wick x santino

[mrssimply]

I was tagged by @peaches-n-screem, who valiantly continued to tag me in WIPs games despite my lack of participating most of the time (because of the cursed writer block). Thank you friend!

I'm still not back on the saddle yet, but I did write some things.

I wanna tag @m-lter @civilization-illstayrighthere and @katbatmadethat if they want to share some snippet of any current works - no pressure of course, I'm just always interested!

Two WIPs today:

Continuation of my Wild Animals Rebellion series (John Wick x Santino) and a snippet from my Jedi x cyberpunk AU

The Burning of Rome :

John came to consciousness in the way he always did: suddenly and completely awake, no transition between the void and full awareness.

The first thing he registered was the light: low, indicating the end of a day, coming through the window to the west of the room. The familiarity of his surroundings were the second thing he registered: The good quality bed sheets, the dark blue wall behind the bed, and the typical sounds of the D’Antonio mansion everywhere around him. Finally, John could smell the seabreeze in the air. He was back in Naples, having no recollection of the final segment of the trip, and the events leading up to it were still fuzzy.

Movement caught his attention on his left side. His eyes found Winston, to his surprise. It was rare for the manager to be found so far from his hotel, especially since its destruction about a year ago. Winston’s face was set in a disapproving moue as he looked over his charge. Today’s newspaper was laid on his lap, over his crossed legs, but John knew instinctively that his old friend hadn’t taken a word written on the day’s edition.

To most, Winston was an enigma, but with John he was always more open, it made him easier to read, and right now he was pissed. 

For a moment, John looked inward to try and find why the New York Continental’s manager was here in Italy, in the heart of D’Antonio’s territory, but his brain remained too foggy. He was still working on reflexes and survival instinct only. John took the time to assess his body’s condition and came up with the surprising conclusion that he was fine. Yet, something nagged the back of his mind, demanding to be acknowledged with all urgency. His subconscious was already on the warpath : bursts of adrenaline were diffusing in his blood system while his organism worked overtime to bring everything back online as fast as possible. 

It clicked a few seconds later. Everything aligned into place so suddenly it made the lingering headache of post sedation pulse in the ex-assassin's head. The shock of remembering what had happened robbed John of his next breath: incandescent rage filled him in the time it took for his lungs to fill again. 

“I’m going to kill him,” he vowed, voice dark and raspy.

John was going to kill Santino

And more of my Jedi x cyberpunk AU under the cut:

The Other Side of the Light

[Jackie just died]

Found on the edge of the Republic space, Socalar was known for its liberal government that turned a blind eye to a number of crimes : from smuggling drugs to human trafficking, with a hefty dose of corruption and political plots, it was a lawless zone in everything but name. Controlling the planet’s activity was made particularly arduous because of its secular magnetic field, created by the explosion of the moon at the end of the Entry War. It gave the planet a natural shield that filtered outside communication and kept internal ones hidden, which people used liberally. Socalar might officially be Republic’s territory, but it was more of a legally gray pirate base than anything else. In conclusion, the planet was the thorn in the senate’s side and a sore subject in the Order’s history, since they’d been just as unable as the Republic forces to bring peace to that quadrant.

Even worse, Jedi generally weren’t welcomed due to their part in helping the Republic win the Entry War. In Night City in particular, whole districts were hostile to their presence, with two notable exceptions.

Padre and V made their way to the Coyote Cojo in Heywood by airspeeders to avoid pedestrian traffic, but also for discretion. they might be tolerated here as Jedi because of their origins, that didn’t mean they were totally welcome. The Coyote Cojo was a consecrated neutral ground, where Mama Welles made everyone behave. Today of all days they were going to be on their best behaviors.

“You’re quiet,” Padre commented as they landed.

“Hm?” V said, coming out of his strange meditation. Coming back here brought mixed feelings of nostalgia and guilt. “Oh I… Just mentally preparing. It’s not — I don’t…”

He looked at his master with wide desperate eyes.

“Ah, V,” Padre replied, his accent thickening with shared pain, “grief is like that. It deconstructs the self, floods every part of our being, tears and carves new places in ourselves. It changes us,” he paused, extending an arm to gently grab V’s knee, “When the tide recedes, we discovers all these changes. The key is to believe these changes will make us grow: that the salt of our tears will become stones on which we can rebuild stronger foundations, that the iron in the blood we shed can be forged into new tools for us to use, that the pain we experienced will help us hear the song of the universe.”

His voice was like a balm over V’s psyche and he found himself breathing easier, but still gripped by one all-encompassing fear.

“What if I can’t?”

“You can, young one, I know it in my heart, and I can feel it in the Force. You can, you will. Just trust yourself. And if you can’t right now, then trust me."

[bluelolblue]

The Great Shipwreck Of Life

Part 1 of the series The Other Side Of Paradise

Summary: John was just supposed to be Santino's bodyguard that Gianna got for her omega brother. To protect him, be by his side. John was the first alpha Santino actually got interested into. It didn't took long for their nature to take over, guided by their instincts. Which wasn't taken well by Santino's family. These two will have to go through a lot.

Rating: Explicit, ok but there's also some drama bc why not give Santino family problems

Relationship: Santino D'Antonio/John Wick

Chapters: 8

Note: OMG IT'S FINALLY FINISHED!!! Suprise suprise it's omegaverse fic! I hope it's done well and that you guys will like omega Santino and alpha John. This took me so long to finish but now it's finally here. I'm here to feed all Santino/John shippers. Also, me casually traumatizing Santino...I love you my Italian twink, you'll get through this. Yes, there's drama with smut as well.

I'm thinking about making a sequel if this one goes well, since it's a part of a series...I'd like to continue it. But I'll see if anyone's gonna be interested into that. And yes, the titles are from different songs :)

Chapter 1 - Youth

The D'Antonio family has been among the most known and powerful families for years, every representative in the High Table was an alpha. Only a handful of omegas have been born in the families over the years.

Now, Gianna being the first born and an alpha was the best choice for the next representative of the High Table.

And then Santino, born as an omega.

Being the only omega in the family, he was mostly kept away from his father's meetings with others. They were mostly alphas and betas. However, Gianna was allowed to those meetings.

From the young age, he was always compared to his sister, whatever he had done was never good enough for his father as well as his interests.

He was more close with his mother. His father was rough with him, but his mother was gentle. She had patience, love and she always told him that it's okay to show emotions.

Sadness, anger. Any emotions he was feeling. It wasn't good to suppress it. That's just how it is. Suppressing your emotions can be harmful, right?

His father tried to make his both children more like him. But it didn't really work. Not with Santino, neither with Gianna. She was just better at hiding all that in front of their father while Santino went with their mother's words.

After their mother died, Santino took that the hardest. Gianna would spent hours trying to comfort her younger brother, trying to calm him down and kept promising him that everything's going to be okay. Just like their mother kept telling them both.

"You two are going to be okay. I promise you both will do your best in life, do what you want and be happy. And I'm hopefully going to be there to watch you two grow."

Except she, unfortunately, wasn't there to watch them. To protect them both from the toxicity of their father. Not anymore.

It broke him. He thought he wouldn't be able to continue living normally. And he was only 10 when it happened.

Over the years, Santino kept being humiliated by his father and it got worse when Santino's nature started doing its job. His first heat, his first symptoms. That day, his father locked him into his room and told him that he can't get out until it passes.

Gianna only managed to sneak in to give him food and water and to comfort him. "Father has a meeting with some alphas, he wants to keep you away from them for your own safety." She told him. It wasn't entirely a lie, it's just that his father didn't want others questioning him about his omega son. If they smelled him they would know instantly. And that would just be embarrassing.

Yet his first heat was one of the worsts since he didn't know what to do. Going through cramps, breathing heavily and sweating while feeling dazed.

Gianna read about omega heats and genuinely tried her best to make him comfortable. He refused to eat and she had to keep reminding him to drink water. He was restless, felt like he had a fever. She brought him some of his favorite clothes to help him get more comfortable, to maybe try and make a nest.

He did surround himself on the bed with his favorite clothes and a blanket that his mother gifted him when he was little. All that calmed him down a little. Gianna gently went through his hair with her fingers and kept telling him in a soothing way that the heat will go away soon and if he needs privacy she can leave.

Surprisingly, he let her stay for some time. He felt like he needed someone to be with him, to help him get through this.

With other heats, his father started to get him pills as a heat suppressant as well as scent blockers. When Santino refused to take them he was almost kicked out, so he got beaten and yelled at.

Forced to take the pills, he could've stayed and actually sometimes be included in the meetings.

He actually learned how to ignore the nasty looks of the alphas that were in the same room with him. It made him feel sick.

He wasn't looking for a mate. Wasn't interested into any of them. He just wanted to do what he wants.

And he got that. Freedom.

His father got sick, soon after that he died. What a tragedy.

The seat was left to Gianna and she stayed in Rome. However, Santino didn't want to stay. He moved away to New York. Far away from everyone.

Maybe he didn't know what he was doing, maybe he should've stayed until he got a proper security with him. But, he has Ares and a few other. None of them alphas, just betas. Good enough for him but his sister thought he needed an alpha to protect him.

"I don't need an alpha, I have everything under control without a horny bastard to breath down my neck."

That didn't stop Gianna to find him the best of the best bodyguard/assassin, John Wick.

Read other chapters on AO3

Quick note: I'm so thankful for all the support guys, it really means a lot and I appreciate it! Love you guys! 💖

[thedivinevera]

❦Alternative❦

Your basic yandere x reader story but he is transported in the body of his variant who happens to cheat on you.

Imagine working so hard to make your darling fall in-love to you and you suddenly find out that another version of you in an alternate reality is cheating and wasting the love you blessed to his variant. - yandere!

(This is the more "headcanon" like post than the other one where it looks like a script/ convo of my Au uni)

Part 1 and 2

Yandere!multiple characters x gn reader

Tags: yandere x reader, male characters, established relationship, alternative Universe (Au), no gender reader, yandere au, cheating au, multiple characters

Tw! : Yandere, toxic relationship (2 types), CHEATING, unhealthy obsession, MENTIONED OF SELF HARM, mention of death, mention of murder, using profanity (curse). OOC CHARACTERS

A/N hellooo this is my first time doing a multiple character post (and my first post after a long hiatus,). Honestly there are a lot of fandoms I really want to contribute so I decided to just do this!!! So as a reminder; since this is multiple characters post, expect a lot of OOC

Yandere x reader but he's transported into another alternative Universe, where his variant cheated on you.

Yandere x reader but rather than seeing a traumatized reader (mainly caused by him) he sees an either a begging reader who desperately asks him how he could do this to them or a reader who's cold and seems to just don't give a fuck about him but either way it's far more better than seeing you traumatized and lifeless

Yandere x reader but he's comforting and promising to you that he will never do it again and if that means he would need to be put in a leash, camera in his house, or kill himself if he did it again, then so be it.

Yandere x reader but he killed the person he cheated with and hurt themselves intentionally in the process because his variant (the body) and that person is the reason why his beloved is hurting.

Yandere x reader but he manipulated you to accept him again by letting you see the scars he put in himself because "he" deserves it and put on a show that he's guilty that he couldn't live knowing he hurt you.

Yandere x reader but he's now treating you far better than his variant, of course excluding the fact that he's too possessive and obsessed with you, but hey! Atleast he's not fucking some person behind your back.

Yandere x reader but he never wants to go back to his alternative Universe because as long as you love and care for him he would never want to leave you again.

Yandere x reader but he's so fucking angry because in his world he had done everything to have what his variant have; you and he just waste it for a fucking whore.

Yandere x reader but he almost put himself in self destruction because this body is the same body that hurts you.

Yandere x reader but now everything that he had plan for the future is finally can be put in place.

Yandere x reader but he loves you so much to even think about cheating with you because he thinks that your love is an extension of his life and no matter what happen, no matter how beautiful the person is he would never think of cheating with you ever again .

Yandere x reader but he's ready to be put in lobotomy just to show he would never cheat on you :))

Some meme :)))

[thewhumpcaretaker]

John getting drunk Santino home (Santino tripped over his own feet)

Hiiiii :3 This really veered off of the prompt aaaaaa it's not exactly the same thing, but it is filled with DRAMA!

(Also, this picture is pure gold. I think it’s saved on my Pinterest in like three places and it makes me feel something every time I see it.)

🖤💙 Walking Home 💙🖤

TW: alcohol, arguing

It was a brilliantly clear night in the streets of Rome. The cobblestones were scattered with flecks of golden lamplight and the moon perched its yellow hemisphere low on the horizon, echoing the distant domes of cathedrals. But John Wick had rarely felt his heart sit so heavily in his chest.

The evening had started off well enough. It was the third day of a getaway to Rome, which John had requested in an effort to keep Santino from working himself to death, and which Santino had agreed to because he never missed an excuse to pamper his “little guard dog”. After sleeping in and spending the day exploring museums and old shops, they’d finally ended up in a gorgeous restaurant and bar that John would never have noticed if Santino hadn’t been familiar with the area. It was there that the waiter mistook them for a married couple. John turned the same color as the tomato passata and said he thought that was very sweet. That he could picture it.

Santino disagreed. “What, you want to settle down and get married? Be serious, John.”

“And you don’t?”

He scoffed. “Me? Married? I can’t imagine a worse life, honestly. Well, I might have to marry for an alliance one day, but - ”

“You’re telling me you don’t see a future for us?”

And from there, things…escalated.

John had stormed out and found himself walking, weaving through crooked streets without really seeing them, replaying the memories of their argument over and over in his head. He winced again, thinking of the look on Santino’s face at the idea of marriage. It stabbed him right in the heart every time, to think that growing old together disgusted Santino so much. But why should he be surprised? He was just a killer, and Santino was a prince.

He found his footsteps heading for the Continental, since he had no intention of returning to the D’Antonio estate that night. Clearly this was the end of things between them. Why did he let himself get so attached in the first place? He was on a narrow, residential street that slanted downwards sharply enough to give him sight of rooftops stretching away, and to see that he was completely alone. He stopped, fought with himself for half a moment…but if he was going to break down anywhere, it might as well be here. He slumped forward into his hands and just let himself cry.

It was then that he heard someone calling his name.

“John, che - che cazzo ci fai qui? Stronzo. Devi seguirmi. [John – what the – what the fuck are you doing here? You asshole. You must be following me.]”

He opened his eyes to see the small, lithe figure that had emerged from some side street, dark curls glowing in the lamplight. He bristled and tried to wipe at his face before Santino could see anything. “I did NOT – “ but he stopped short. Something didn’t seem right about the way Santino was moving. “Are you okay?”

“Of course I am! Me and the pinot grigio made our own fun without you. We even invited the whiskey. What do…wait…are you okay?” Santino had reached him by this point and absently patted a hand against his cheek, feeling tears.

“Hey, stop it…” But John could smell the alcohol on his breath. Both anger and hurt had instantly drowned in concern.  “You’re drunk.”

“You’re crying. Don’t cry…” Santino was clingy in this state, his arms wrapping around John’s neck and his forehead butting into his chest. John didn’t know what to do with himself. The impulse was to hug him back but after the way they’d fought, he wasn’t sure he was allowed.

“Why do you care? I thought…” I thought we were broken up… “You know what, never mind. What are you doing out here? Where’s Ares?”

He pushed off of John’s chest again and stumbled a few steps. “I told her to leave me alone! Just…wanna go home…I think it was that way…” Home was not, in fact, that way.

John shuddered at the thought of the perils inherent in an important, highly recognizable man like Santino wandering unguarded through the streets, too drunk to defend himself. Guilt settled deep in his stomach. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left like that.” He fell into step with Santino, his eyes glued to him with concern and an arm hovering behind his back in case he lost balance. “The Continental is near here. We’ll go there, get a car, find Ares. Okay?”

Santino waved a hand dismissively but he couldn’t carry the gesture at all right now. “Don’t…don’t hover! I can walk.” His shoe hit an odd cobblestone and at that steep angle, it sent him reeling forward. John caught him around the waist before he could go down. He waited to be pushed away but Santino just leaned against him, and this time John couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around him. He felt so damn confused, but at least he’d rather be uncertain they were broken up than certain of it.

As if in answer to his thoughts, Santino let his weight fall against him even harder, pushing him back against a lamppost, and slurred, “Non posso essere quello che vuoi, John. Non sono... semplice. Pensi che potrei essere un marito? Guardami. Un litigio e... [I can’t be wha- you want, John. I’m not…simple. You think I could be a husband? Look at me. One fight and…]” He waved an arm across his dishevelment.

John opened his mouth to insist that he'd be a beautiful husband, even like this, but he still wasn’t done. “Vuoi che sia gentile e normale e non lo sono, ok? Sono un mostro, John. Non voglio sposarmi e vivere in qualche piccolo sobborgo a cuocere biscotti. Voglio metterti in mostra davanti alla Tavola Alta e poi sputargli in faccia. Sputare... sputare proiettili in faccia. Voglio scoparti finché... finché non sarò morto e ti amerò oltre la tomba. [You want me to be gentle and normal and I’m not, okay? I am a freak, John. I don’t want to get married and live in some little suburb baking cookies. I want to show you off in front of the High Table and then spit in their faces. Spit…spit bullets in their faces. I want to fuck you until…until I’m dead and love you beyond the grave.]”

John exhaled helplessly, beyond the powers of speech. He tipped his head back for a moment, eyes fixed on the vast chasm between the stars in a way that made him feel like he was falling upward for infinity. His hands were curled around Santino’s arm almost painfully, twisting the fabric. As soon as he found his tongue again, “È quello che voglio. Non mi interessa un pezzo di carta. E non mi interessa dove viviamo o se facciamo parte della Tavola. Non mi interessa nemmeno se avremo mai pace. Voglio TE. [That’s what I want. I don’t care about a piece of paper. And I don’t care where we live or whether we’re a part of the Table. I don’t even care if we ever have peace. I want YOU.]”

“Allora... di che cazzo stiamo discutendo? [Then…what the fuck are we arguing about?]”

John wasn’t sure which one of them started laughing first, but it wound up with lips and teeth pressed together, and Santino tugging hard on his lapels. And it ended with their gazes locked together, two stupidly sweet smiles matching the big “D” of the half moon.

He pulled Santino’s arm over his shoulder and started walking. “Come on. I’m taking you home.”

[tobytheeggo]

OH MA GOODNESS :3

Furry Santino x John for my little soul pls? :3 <3

I hope this will suffice :]

[johnwickcaretaker]

🖤💙 𝑾𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 💙🖤

WickedSaint (John x Santino) moodboard for @bluelolblue made from things I photographed while traveling!

[corleonecaretaker]

Santino humping Michael's thigh hard, like he's such a bitch for it, he cries when he comes in his pants

(I just like to imagine Santino being a slut all the time... and him humping a thigh has been on my mind for so long, I'm going insane)

Uhh yeah just thought I'd share this thought with you :]

Hehehe, this is so Santino. I love that these two work as any combination of dom and sub. Thank you for the ask!!

Also, for new people: I'm writing these two as if the Corleone family was forced to join the High Table and serve Santino D'Antonio, who is in charge of the Camorra's US operations.

Urgent Business

Michael Corleone x Santino D'Antonio, AKA SaintAngel (John Wick Fandom Crossover), 926 words

TW: smut, biting, crying, what could be interpreted as stalking

It hadn’t been so long since they’d seen each other. But to Santino, it had been an eternity. Two months. Two months of hell in New York, trying to balance Michael’s demands with his family’s expectations, without revealing that he favored the Corleones. Why did he always feel like he was the one working for the Don instead of the other way around? He was wrapped around Michael’s finger, and he had to admit he liked it.

But he couldn’t take the loneliness anymore. A few long distance calls, panting desperately into the receiver to the sounds of Michael’s dirty talk, simply wasn’t enough. In February, he showed up unannounced in Nevada.

Michael entered his study that evening and froze, a hand still on the doorknob. “How did you get past the guards?”

“I had ‘urgent business’ with you. They know better than to refuse a representative from the Table.” Santino was sitting at his desk, wearing a smug grin.

Michael clicked the door shut and frowned. Any trace being caught off guard had already vanished. “Hmmm. And what business would that be, exactly?”

He toyed with Michael’s pen, spinning it between his fingers. “Don’t I deserve a reward, for everything I’ve being doing for you?”

The answer wasn’t immediate. Michael took his time, leaning against the wall to light a cigarette. Santino watched the movement of his lips gripping the paper lazily, the smooth, unhurried motions of the lighter. At last Michael returned his gaze, eyeing him, calculating. “You don’t deserve a reward for breaking into my study.” When Santino opened his mouth to protest, he raised a finger. “Yes, yes, not breaking in. You were allowed right in the door. But it’s the behavior of a sex-starved stalker, wouldn’t you agree?”

Santino flushed and stood up. “Whose fault is that, Mikey? You haven’t visited me,” he whined. Michael made no reply, didn’t even look at him. He just looked out the window at the setting sun.

Fine. Time to get his attention, then. This was the way their little games always went. Santino circled around the desk to drape himself over Michael’s chest, inhaling his smoke and nuzzling against his neck in an effort to distract him. But it was Santino who was getting hot and bothered. “You can’t tell me I’ve come all this way for nothing,” he panted, inches from Michael’s lips.

A small sigh. “This is what happens when you come into my home without permission, Santi. You don’t get to cum in me.”

An indignant whimper escaped his throat. The Don’s body was intoxicatingly close to him now, right within reach yet so far away. Desperate for relief, Santino wove their legs through each other, straddling his thigh. Pleading and promises fell from his lips unbidden. “Please, ah fuck…Michael, I need it. Please, you can’t do this to me. I’ll make it the best you’ve ever had. You can do anything to me. Choke me, bite me, ride me until I bleed, I don’t care. I’ve been sitting here all day, thinking about you…”

Michael chuckled. “You’re really that horny? Well, help yourself then. I’m not going to help you.” He took another drag, feigning disinterest and looking out the window again. But his hand was on the small of Santino’s back, supporting him.

That touch alone was enough to drive him crazy. It was completely undignified, but he didn’t care. He just started grinding against the Don’s thigh, grateful even for that little friction. “Bastard,” he swore breathlessly. “Look what you’ve done to me.” He squeezed his thighs against Michael’s, gripping solid muscle. Maybe it was his imagination, but it seemed like Michael shifted his knee upward, angling into it.

“Mmm…please, kiss me Mikey. Please.” He strained towards Michael’s lips but two fingers pressed against his own, pushing him back. He growled in frustration and retaliated by taking them into his mouth, sucking on them vigorously. Maybe he could get close like this…but in another moment they were pulled away again, producing another whine.

Santino was getting to be a real mess. Sweat beaded against his collar and tears were forming in his eyes. “Fuck! No…I need to cum so bad…”

“Fine then. Show me how much.”

Santino moaned and humped faster, heedless of the way the fabric burned and strained against his oversensitive cock. The humiliation of the whole thing started to overwhelm him. The agony of those lips so close to his, those blank eyes fixed on Santino’s burning cheeks. And the rhythm that felt so good but so filthy. He realized he really was going to cum in his pants like a dog humping his master’s leg, but he couldn’t seem to stop. His own legs started shaking and he nearly slid sideways but Michael held him in place, letting him rut as hard as he wanted.

Michael must have felt the change in his motions, because he clamped a hand over Santino’s mouth before he could moan too loudly. Santino bit down on the flesh without thinking, but it didn’t stop him from sobbing through his orgasm.

When his senses started to return, he realized he tasted iron.

“Fuck…I bit you…” he said brokenly, still gasping.

But their little game was over, and that gentle, strong hand just caressed his cheeks, wiping away tears. “It’s okay.” Michael guided him to the chair and pulled him into his lap, holding him.

Only then did Santino feel his tiredness. Perhaps Michael had needed him just as badly. “I missed you,” Don Corleone said softly, into his curls. “Thank you for coming.”

[of-tatooine]

DULCE PERICULUM | CHAPTER III - MOONLIGHT

through me among the people lost for aye.

(John Wick x Reader, Santino d'Antonio x Reader)

The city of angels.

It was a night of profound clarity through the dim lights. Sparkling moonlight adorned pavement older than time, millions of brave and lost souls’ footsteps embedded in every crevice of the cobblestones.

Sampietrini, they were called. The traditional cobblestone on every major road of the ancient city, still surviving to the modern days. Battered, bruised, hit, yet still standing intact. Both a blessing and a curse to walk on.

Sampietrini.

Little Saint Peters. It was fitting that the patron saint of Rome protected over the sacred center of the ancient world, watching over it’s citizens as the guardian angel, shielding from harm's way almost. In every crevice, corner and side of the cramped up cacophony of buildings, alleyways that tied into their intricate maze for those who knew how to navigate it. Those who longed to get lost in it, each step taking into another unknown, yet another thrill. Each step taken further away from the safety of the large squares, wide open spaces bustling with people. Would the next step lead to a new danger to overcome, almost taken as a willing challenge, or would it open to the vast corridor of sunlight waiting at the other end?

The unknown.

Why did you long for the unknown? Why did each melodic thud of your heels against the pavement take you one step closer to danger, it seemed?

Who was your patron saint for the night, watching over your shoulder with every move you made?

It had been a couple of short hours from the time your private jet landed the place you called home, the sleek black car disappearing into the night like a shark, after escorting you to city center. The slightly cold nighttime breeze grazed your hair as it flowed freely, cobblestone smoothly transitioning into marble steps, then into the soft red carpet leading up to the giant double doors.

It was impossible to miss Il Continentale, at least for the ones who knew how and where to look. Specks of decorative light adorned the exterior, guards in full uniform at the entrance, with their hands holding the massive gates open for you to pass. The grandeur would only seem to continually increase with each taken step, an accustomed luxury of decadent chandeliers reflecting rays of light on green and coral marble columns, red velvet couches a mere step against sheer height of Renaissance ceilings within the expansive lobby. The countless of times you found yourself in the safe haven, your eyes almost always would divert to the worn yet lively murals adorning the ceilings - little angels, demons and saints alike, a cacophony of depictions let it be an eternal sins or act of good.

What caught your wandering eyes were the small halos etched on the figures of saints, denoting all that was holy they stood for, evoking the eternal respect of mere bystanders.

Devoid of sin.

Unlike you, and the people who walked this ground before, after or with you.

To your dismay, the golden shimmers of halos painted over the saints seemed to dim with each passing visit.

“Buona sera, signora,” came the friendly voice of the reception peering behind the grand marble counter with a casual backdrop of Botticelli spanning the entirety of the wall. Thoughts quickly shooed out of your mind with trained ease and a kind nod thrown his way, you watched your escorts quietly slip to the shadows of the back rooms as they carried your belongings through the establishment’s inner maze of corners, corridors and doors without being seen - secrecy being a top priority at a luxury assassin’s lair.

After all, there was no telling what horrors or pleasure went through the very four walls of each room of the hotel. What deals were done, dirty or nice, secrets spilled or treasures lost. Just like many others before you, your heart joined the slowly dissipating anxiety within your body of what was to come your way.

Many times you had walked in here, just like this. The sheer moonlight illuminating the ornate architecture, the classical crevices and elegant panels in lazy hazes. Heels digging against the marble, men and women in classical attire roaming about, often clutching a drink from the bar you tended to frequent more than you would have liked to admit. Many a nights you put your head on the plush pillows, sleep a welcome luxury at moments, embracing the warmth of it.

However, some tight knot deep, deep within your stomach kept reminding you of just how different this night would render the future.

It sent an even more unwelcome shiver down your spine.

Your eyes then found the man behind the counter once again. He did not have to ask you for your business here, nor for how many nights you would require service. He certainly did not need to remind you of the rules of the Continentale. No, he knew better than that as the receptionist’s fingers aptly swung over the keyboard in front of him, reaching for the phone next as he placed it over his ear. In the waiting moments that followed, your eyes wandered around the mostly empty lobby, more curious than hopeful to see if you would spot any familiar faces in the approaching dawn of the morning.

Besides the one you came here for.

“Ti sta aspettando,” came the long-awaited announcement from the receptionist, the respectful smile lingering at the corner of his lips as he carefully stepped aside to guide you towards the double elevators with an outstretched hand.

He was waiting for you.

“Grazie,” you would offer the man, a small yet audible chime signaled the bronze-colored elevator doors opening, taking casual steps inside. Watching the floor signs beam one by one as the chime signaling the penthouse finally went off, you let go of a breath that you did not realize you were holding.

Bronze doors did not leave any room for preparation as they opened to lead into a dark marble corridor, grand glass doors opening into the vast balcony with the eternally beautiful city lights twinkling in the distance as your steps took you closer to the center of the attention.

And, lo and behold, there stood your saint, pinstripe-covered arms stretched leisurely over the marble railings as he gazed over his kingdom. Candle light reflected off of the navy tweed on his broad back, sending a light sparkle on the crystal glass of the finest Chianti wrapped in his fingers.

Even with his back turned to you, a voice in you swore his green eyes twinkled  as he gazed at each monument, dimly lit window or reflection under the street lights.

A whole city rendered his playground, for his empire of sin to run foster. Each and every corner riddled with his influence, his men, his rules to be followed. An undeniable force running on unspoken rules, whispered by each passerby and accomplice included.

A cause for which you had been a loyal soldier, sworn for forever and always.

He had to break you first to own you, after all.

“It’s done.”

Your voice soft, betraying your previous anxiety during the journey back home. Mind transitioning into a state of eerie calmness, of habitual ease, the moment Santino turned around to meet your eyes. The eclairs of night danced in his dark curls, illuminating his taut skin. Piercing green found yours, a gentle grin on his lips right before the glass was raised up for another sip, perhaps in the light of the good news that were to follow. Manicured nails reached into your pocket for the long-awaited marker, placing it on the sleek black marble table extending through the length of the balcony.

The gleaming light off of the bronze marker, the object of his attention, hit Santino’s face, sending a look of partial relief upon the sight.

A content hum escaped his lips. “Bene,” his low voice uttered in a mere whisper, a soft beckoning of his fingers to call you closer to his position near the marble railing.

Your legs took you to your place right next to him, your hands finding the cool stone as you perched over gently. Standing next to him came so naturally. It was all you knew, for all these years. It was where you belonged.

Right next to him, on his right side. His queen, overlooking the kingdom she helped rule.

As your weary eyes took sight of the beauty in front of you that you could never get tired of, his hand found yours. Both creatures of habit, yet it never ceased to sent a shiver down your spine.

No one wanted to mess with Santino d’Antonio, and no one wanted to be indebted to him. That you knew. From the back of your mind, as you held onto Santino’s calloused hand, you could not help but wonder if a certain dark-haired assassin would repay his debt.

From then on, you could only hope he would not pay the favor back with his life.

[weirdo1next1door]

Happy birthday @tobytheeggo!! here's the shomthing I made for you :33

[kavalyera]

some uhhhh wod x john wick things i made the other day instead of studying for my tests peace & love peace & love

[mrssimply]

Wip wednesday

Look at me, a wip, on a tuesday?!

Let's say I was blessed by the gods of creativity and focus, and had a little more time than usual lately (it didn't last, of course).

Going on with the last part of my Wild Animals Rebellion series. The first part is now complete.

I was tagged by @koda-shoulda-woulda-but-didnt so I decided to share one of my favorite moments! Thank you dear for tagging me!

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“That’s my shirt,” John remarked. 

It was open except for the last two buttons from the bottom. And apparently, Santino wasn’t wearing anything else. The man leaned back against the chair, his smile morphing into something more seductive.

“Is it? My mistake. Want me to take it off?”

John was tempted — too much, he couldn’t get enough — but he was also still holding the groceries. He lifted his hands to show Santino, who let him step back but followed after him like a curious cat.

John knew what he hoped to find in the bags, and he might have smelled them. Sure enough, the moment John dropped the bags on the counter, Santino was going for the one where the sugary fragrance came from.

“Tania made loukoumades for you,” John needlessly informed.

“I love that woman,” the crime lord declared solemnly. He made a little noise when he discovered the small round donuts. 

“More than me?”

“Differently. You don’t make loukoumades, that’s unfortunately a terrible defect on your part.”

John chuckled, putting the rest of the groceries in the fridge and cupboards. When he turned, Santino was opening the jar of honey and dipping the first donut into it liberally. 

The thing was, John liked loukoumades too, but only when he could taste them from Santino’s lips. The man moaned when he bit into the sweet, eyes fluttering shut under John’s sharp gaze.  Santino was properly indecent when he enjoyed the treats; he looked at his companion from under his lashes, emerald irises glittering with mischief as he sucked his fingers to catch the last drop of honey. 

He knew what it did to John, too, whose gaze dropped from his lips to the line of his throat, dipping into the opened shirt.

[bluelolblue]

The Ecstasy of Temptation

Summary: During the celebration that the D'Antonio siblings organized, with a bit of too many glasses of wine, the young omega, Santino, unexpectedly went in heat. The only one who could help him handle that was his alpha bodyguard, John, even if that meant breaking the rules of the contract. And he took great care of Santino in his heat.

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Santino D'Antonio/John Wick

Note: August 12th, (12.8.) 2023 was the day I got registered on ao3, became LittleRealSimp. The day I officially joined. The lore behind this silly username is literally me and my irl bestie sitting in a park and talking about how we're gonna name ourselves there. And we both came up with silly usernames ehehe :P. I can't believe it's already been a year, like what, A WHOLE YEAR! I was lurking on ao3 for a VERY long time, and during summer 2023, I got enough courage to start posting.

This fic is a gift for @mrssimply because really her fics were the ones that helped me get through that summer and inspired me to start working on my own fics. I remember reading those fics on the terrace, at evening, so those are really some of my favorite memories from my vacation. BUT ALSO thank you for being my beta reader, a friend, a support, helping me out so much, and all our conversations, that really means a lot to me! Thank you for reading this, too! I'm so happy you like it! <3

Ahh this all made me emotional. I'm just so happy and can't believe it was already a year, and so much had happened. What a journey, and it's still going!

1 year anniversary of me officially joining on ao3, celebrating with a new fic!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Snippet

The D'Antonio siblings threw a celebration over gaining more territory. Gianna was in charge there, greeting guests and having everything under control. Santino, on the other hand, regretted even being there.

He usually liked those celebrations only because he actually felt included and he could drink more wine. The guests were annoying to him probably because most of them were alphas and only a few people knew Santino was an omega. Gianna, his family and John who was assigned as his bodyguard. Who was also an alpha.

John knew he wasn't supposed to have anything with Santino. The contract made that very clear and Gianna's order to him not to react at his heat or his actions during it. He listened of course, but he had to admit, Santino was tempting. The omega didn't want to play by the rules, always teasing John when he had a chance to.

Tonight, John had to keep Santino in his sight all the time. With other alphas around, powerful people, anything was possible. Santino was wearing blockers, he always did when he was around people. He hated the way some alphas would look at him as if they knew.

John kept his distance, watching how Santino was on his second glass of wine and accompanied by a younger alpha. Santino didn't seem interested in the guy, he was just pretending to listen to whatever he was saying.

Luckily, Gianna came to check out the situation. She excused Santino for a moment, going to a private room.

“Don't drink too much, you know how wine affects you,” Gianna reminded him, not looking very pleased.

“I know, don't worry,” Santino reassured her, “Thanks for getting me out of that situation. That guy was not shutting up.”

“Yes, I could tell.” His sister agreed, “Just go easy on the drinks, it could trigger your heat. After all, alphas are all around.”

“I'm wearing blockers, they can't scent me.” Santino fixed his tie, checking himself out in a small mirror on the wall.

Gianna sighed, walking over to him to fix his hair, but the omega moved away.

“Your heat is supposed to come… tomorrow? Or in two days?” Gianna tried to remember his last heat, she has lost track of his cycles ever since he kinda snapped at her for doing that.

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[alejandrafrausto]

FINAL HAVEN: One last safe place

un fanfiction de Alejandra Frausto

SINOPSIS

Santino D'Antonio esperaba muchas cosas en su vida, incluidos el poder y la grandeza. No contaba con que su padre le arrebataría esa vida, que merecía por derecho propio, y se la daría a su hermana mayor, Gianna.

Descontento con la decisión del anterior líder de la familia Camorra, Santino cobra su marcador de sangre más valioso con la única persona en quien confía para no fallar en matar a su hermana: John Wick.

Para desgracia de Santino, el implacable asesino escapó de los secuaces que había enviado para matarlo, con la esperanza de no dejar "cabos sueltos" al momento de ascender como el nuevo líder de los Camorra y miembro de la Alta Mesa.

En consecuencia, y con el fin de que Wick no cobrara venganza sobre él, Santino abrió un contrato entre los criminales más despiadados del mundo, ofreciendo 7 millones de dólares por la cabeza de John.

Parecía sencillo, pero no por nada el nombre de Boogeyman precedía a John.

Asesino que intentaba detenerlo en su cacería, asesino que no vivía para contarlo; y en ese momento, el hombre del saco estaba cazando a Santino D'Antonio.

Hasta que lo encontró.

Santino huyó y se escondió. Era un juego de niños para Wick. Solo era cuestión de tiempo, cuestión de minutos para que lo alcanzara y matara.

Entonces apareció ella.

Un ángel a los ojos de Santino; un daño colateral a los ojos de John.

Hola, la verdad le quiero hacer justicia al personaje de Santino D'Antonio de la saga de películas de John Wick.

Ciertamente es un gran personaje con una historia fuerte, que bien desarrollada tiene mucho potencial, y ni hablar del pedazo de actor que le da vida (Riccardo Scamarcio) es un hombre muy atractivo, no me lo van a negar.

Por lo que espero que le den mucho amor y cariño a la historia, tengo las ideas en mi cabeza pero a diferencia de mi otro fic quiero hacer este acapella, por lo que si ven errores o me desvío de la trama díganmelo con confianza, por favor, para poder corregirlo a tiempo.

GRACIAS POR LEER

[thewhumpcaretaker]

Hellooooooo 🗣💙🖤

While I'm still thinking and going back to that gif of Riccardo in a bathtub... what do you think about Santino being taken care of like that? What would even get him into that situation that he has no strength or will (or can't do it on his own) to take care of himself like that? How would John help him? I'm pretty sure he is willing to do anything for him. :<

His husband is not doing well, he has to take care of him 😞

Pathetic little wet cat moment with Santino... but also just hurt/comfort again ❤️‍🩹

HELLO this got so out of hand, it's 1,400 words. I ended up really loving this prompt! Lots of comfort for the pathetic wet cat, he really needs it. By the way, this is in the early days of their relationship – they haven’t even made it official yet.

Here's the gif that inspired it.

🖤💙You'll Thank Me Tomorrow 💙🖤

TW: alcohol, vomiting, a person being refused sex because he's too drunk to consent, nonsexual bathing

John was watching the Camorra prince carefully from across the bar. Pink and green lights crashed together on his cheeks, enhancing their lively flush. And he looked beautiful, animated, but…something was wrong. He was talking too loudly, laughing too much, and there was a hint of anger in it. John couldn’t make out what he was saying over the general babble and the music, but whoever he was talking to had been irritating him for a while now, and he’d been dealing with it by throwing back shot after shot of whiskey. It wasn’t like him. He had a glass of wine sometimes in the evenings – it helped him relax. But he never got drunk. John had never seen him like this before.

He caught Addy’s eye over the tap and she let concern flicker through her expression for half a second – yes, she saw it too.

He eyed the man on the stool next to Santino. He was well dressed, a Camorra higher-up of some kind. And he was saying something that Santino absolutely hated. Maybe he was a rival? It was hard to tell. But he was getting more intense as time went on, in response to Santino’s intensity. Before he knew what was happening, their voices were raised. Damn it…he couldn’t bring himself to stay out of it anymore.

He appeared at Santino’s side so suddenly and quietly that he almost startled him. “Hey. Is he bothering you?”

“Wha - ? Oh, John.” He recovered himself in a moment, and instead got a wicked, petulant sort of grin on his face. “No, he’s not bothering me. He can’t bother me. Look, I can even do this.” Santino shoved him.

The man was understandably irate. “Lay off it!”

“Why should I?” He opened his arms, thrusting out his chest, cocky. “You can’t do shit to me! Continental rules.” He grinned, a smug, feline thing, so distinctive to his particular manner of bravado.

“Santino – “ But it was too late. John saw what was going to happen before he did. The man grabbed the glass next to him and dumped it over his head, leaving him shocked and spluttering, with his hair clinging to his face. The conversations nearest to them died away, and a ripple of awkward silence spread to the edges of the room.

He swayed dangerously, moving towards the man instead of the opposite direction where he should be going. “Tu… figlio di puttana…[You….son of a bitch…]”

“Boys!” Addy broke in, a note of solemn warning under her normally bubbly demeanor. “You know the rules. We’re going to be sensible about this, right?”

Santino was still babbling on, almost incoherent. “You don’t…you don’t get to…” But John grabbed his arms, as much to keep him from falling as to keep him from lunging forward.

“Yes, we are. Thank you, Addy, I’ll take care of him.” She nodded in thanks. Santino’s weight lurched around, struggling against him, but he just marched him away towards the elevator.

“Wait…where are we…”

“Your room.” He was leaned fully against John now, seeming suddenly so small, and it made it hard to think. His heart was racing against Santino’s alcohol-drenched vest. “…What floor?”

“Ummm…”

“Never mind. My room. Is that okay?”

“Okay.” He slumped against John’s shoulder, absently grabbing for his hand. John blushed and let their fingers entwine. But Santino was whining even as he nuzzled against him. “Why’d you pull me away? Tsk, you’re so…I could have taken him.“

“You’re not supposed to ‘take him.’ You’ll thank me tomorrow.” He paused. “What did he say to you?”

“He said…he just kept saying things…that he’s glad I’m not the heir, that I don’t deserve command over any of my territory. Kept saying it too subtly and in a friendly way, so I couldn’t say anything back, and I just got angrier and angrier…I hate myself when I’m like this.”

“Don’t hate yourself.” It was a simple thing to say, but it had to be said. The fight was draining out of Santino, and in its place was something tired and needy and very pitiful. The elevator doors opened and John pulled him down the hall towards his room.

“John…I’m too drunk.”

“I know.”

“I don’t feel good.”

“I know.” He stroked his hair and started fishing out his room key, still supporting Santino all the while.

“He’ll attack my territory tomorrow. Because I shoved him. He’ll use it as an excuse. He did it on purpose.” Santino sounded so defeated. His mood was worsening by the moment.

“…Yeah.” John led him inside towards the bed, narrowly preventing him from stumbling into the nightstand and he clutched at his tie in response, trying to steady himself and nearly dragging John down in the process. “Just lay down.”

But Santino just continued swaying and holding onto him. It took him a second to realize he was going to be sick, and by that time he couldn’t get him to the bathroom. He just held his hand and waited for it to be over.

It was like all the energy drained out of him after that. He sunk down against the wall with dead eyes. The room seemed horribly quiet. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’ll call room service. Um…let’s get you cleaned up.”

Santino nodded. He didn’t seem capable of speaking anymore. There were tears on his cheeks and it made John’s heart ache. He didn’t let go of his hand for even a second while phoning for a maid, and then lifted him in his arms and carried him into the bathroom, locking the door behind them. The room filled with warm steam that made the world feel almost equally blurry to both of them, a sad but intimate space of deep love and care for one another.

None of it seemed to reach Santino. He was limp and pliable and completely unresisting as John peeled off his shirt. He hesitated at his belt, and didn’t touch his underwear at all.

John got him into the water and stood there with him, steadying his shoulders, making sure he wouldn’t fall or be sick again. “We’ll just get you cleaned off enough and then you can lay down, okay?”

“Mmmm…can I have a bath actually?” John almost laughed, relieved that there was still some hint of the demanding little prince he knew.

“Yeah. Anything you want.”

But of course he pushed further. “Can I have your cock in me then?”

This time he really did laugh. “Well no…not that. You’re too drunk, mio caro.”

“Mio caro…” he repeatedly, dazed. “Is that how you feel about me?”

John swallowed. “Yes. It is.”

“That’s how I feel about you too.” A flood of unbridled happiness. But…it couldn’t be true. Santino would probably forget he said that in the morning. Don’t hope. Don’t let yourself hope.

“…Come on, step out for a minute so I can run the bath.”

He looked even more pitiful, leaned against the wall all soaked and shivering in the minute or two it took for John to get the bath water ready. He had a towel around his shoulders at least, but John hurried as much as he could, and rewarded him with a forehead kiss when he was done. Then he lowered him gently into the water. Santino’s eyes closed as he leaned his head back, and he sighed miserably. But after a few moments, he finally seemed to get some peace.

John attended to him in every way he could. He lathered shampoo into his curls and rinsed him with handful after handful of warm water, massaging over his scalp and then the base of his neck. And Santino relaxed further and further at the feeling of those strong, capable hands moving over him, making sure everything was exactly as it should be. He made little inadvertent sounds of joy at being so comforted, and then finally became so sleepy that he made no sounds at all.

John would have to get him out of the water once it got cold, but for now, he might as well let him rest. John sat down on the edge of the tub with a hand over his chest and just held him, looking at the deep frown lines and the signs of care already forming at the corners of his eyes. The world had been too harsh on Santino. He deserved so much gentleness. And John decided then and there that he would give it to him.

[tobytheeggo]

More blue (with MarkerMischief dolls) :3

@bluelolblue

[johnwickcaretaker]

💙🖤John x Santino Masterlist🖤💙

⋆.˚ ●.⭒˚ OOC Post ⋆.˚ ● .⭒˚

Miscellaneous drabble, headcanons, prompt lists, etc. related to John Wick x Santino D'Antonio (A.K.A. WickedSaint), with a focus on whump, angst, and hurt/comfort. Special thanks to @bluelolblue for many of these asks!

AO3 Series for Ficlets: Even in Your Worst Moods

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SHIP OVERVIEW/ANALYSIS

A/B/O

A Slap From a Saint - Ficlet

Bury a Friend - Drawing

Cooking and Favorite Foods

Hurt/Comfort Headcanons

"Hold My Hand" - Ficlet

Hurt/Comfort Prompts

John is Kidnapped

John is Severely Hurt

Playlist

Salt in the Wound - Ficlet

Santino Eating Ice Cream - Drawing

Santino has a Flashback - Ficlet

Santino has a Nightmare - Ficlet

Santino has a Panic Attack

Santino has a Panic Attack Alone - Ficlet

Santino has a Rage Meltdown

Santino hides an Injury - Ficlet

Santino is Exhausted

Santino is Overworked and Smoking

Santino is Pregnant

Santino is Severely Hurt

Santino is Sick

Santino Passes Out - Ficlet

Santino Wears a Green Suit - Drabble

Sharing a Dessert - Ficlet

The Boy in the Picture Frame - Ficlet

Too Much Coffee - Ficlet

Torn Stitches - Ficlet

Vampire AU

Visiting a Museum

Walking Home - Ficlet

Wedding

Wedding Playlist

Werewolf AU

Wildflowers - Ficlet

You'll Thank Me Tomorrow - Ficlet

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