#kevin lomax imagine

[97keanu]

Valentine’s Day with the Keanuverse <3

John Wick: John would def start your day with breakfast in bed, and he is a wonderful cook, making everything you like and presenting it perfectly. He may take this time to give you a back massage while you enjoy your morning coffee, anything he can do to make you feel relaxed. Depending on the vibes of the day, he may have a lot planned out, like a surprise trip to your favorite destination, a spa day, dinner reservations, buying out a movie theatre just for the two of you(he loves if he can have you all to himself!). He may also opt for staying in, making you lunch, dinner, anything he can do to make your life perfect today(my boy’s love language is acts of service!). He will likely end the night with you in a bubble bath, enjoying each other’s company over an expensive glass of champagne, he’s not even afraid to do a face mask with you and really find some time to relax after everything. He is not letting ANYTHING come between you and him enjoying yourselves today. You end the night in bed with John lavishing your body with his hands, mouth, and whatever else he can to completely please you.

Types of presents include: Trips, cars, anything you want that he could ‘know a guy’ and make happen(remember that concert you really wanted that sold out?), spa day packages, handcrafted(but John is like, really good at it. Perhaps he tracks down one of your favorite childhood stories and restores the book for you!), shopping trips, homemade meals, anything you ask him for!

John Constantine: Let’s be honest, he probably forgot about Valentine’s Day, and is trying to work something out last minute. He’s running to the store to try to get flowers, but they’re already out, so he’s out doing something crazy like stealing from some poor soul’s grave. He’s trying to remember any hints you gave for what you wanted and barely remembering what your favorite candy is, which he luckily obtains. He calls up every restaurant in the city but all he gets is laughs when he tries. To make a reservation. Constantine is sooo disorganized for this, but the pressure hits him last minute because as much as he can be a callous asshole, he can’t have you thinking he thought you don’t deserve anything for Valentine’s Day. He finally finds somewhere that will let him buy takeout, and he takes home a bounty of last minute gifts and decor to his apartment where he quickly tries to plate the food and pass it off as his own.

In the end, after he picks you up and takes you back to his place, you enter to find his apartment set a glow with candles, soft music playing on his old busted CD player, and the smell of your favorite takeout. You are certain when you see the scene that he scrounged all this together, but at the same time, he looks at you with those dark puppy eyes, and you can’t help but be glad he remembered at all and tried. He gives you his slightly wilting bouquet of yellow and white flowers (claiming they were all out of red, but you suspect differently.) and you two have a lovely meal and a night in with some of your favorite feel good movies that Constantine would typically never sit down to watch with you. Even if it all seems small, you enjoy having some genuine time with him, and even getting to see him laugh and claim not to be teary eyed at some of the sappy scenes of the movie.

Types of presents include: Handmade, experience style gifts (perhaps taking you to his favorite secret spots!), flowers, all your favorite candies(that he could remember), maybe a chance to finally get to see his softer side.

Kevin Lomax: He’s going all out, he’s starting your day by sending breakfast to your door (all of your favorites of course!), sending dozens of flowers to your office just to make all the other girls jealous, sending a private car to pick you up too and from work, and leaving designer dress options and shoes in our bedroom for when you come home from work. You choose the dress you want to wear for the occasion, and your driver is taking you across town now to the fanciest restaurant in town. You meet him there, and Kevin looks absolutely dashing in his black suit and tie. He greets you with your first real gift for the night, a stunning piece of jewelry he knows you’ve been eyeing, then you two have a lovely dinner before going back to his apartment where you walk in to find the largest teddy bear you’ve ever seen holding more presents. He totally love bombs you for Valentine’s Day because giving gifts is on the top of his love languages, and you aren’t complaining. You two end the day in bed trying out some of the new toys he bought for the occasion.

Types of presents include: Perfumes, high end makeup, designer lingerie (for later of course), bondage gear (he loves making you his rope bunny <3), and anything you desire that money can buy. He may even surprise you with some heartfelt pillow talk when all is said and done.

Neo: Like Constantine, he is a bit forgetful of Valentine’s Day, but more in the sense of he has no idea what to get you and is absolutely horrible at deciding on a gift. He keeps trying to figure it out until it’s a week or two out and he’s found out he’s too late for reservations at all your favorite spots and on top of it there’s no way what he wanted to get you will ship in time, so he improvises. He sends flowers to your door and a note on where to meet him tonight. He doesn’t have much money so he hacks into wine and paint class via their online booking and you two end up having a great time trying to draw each other, despite his looking quite crude in form. He then takes you to a hotel reservation (that he also hacked his way into…) in the presidential suite, enjoying champagne and room service that is being charged to a card that doesn’t exist. You wonder how he got all this done, but you also know he has his ways, and don’t want to ruin the moment. You enjoy the room’s hot tub together while getting a little dirty trying to get clean. You have no idea how down to the wire he really was for making Valentine’s Day happen. He ends the night by gifting you a computer program that he made for you, and it’s awesome because it helps you with a daily task you’ve been irritated with. You two end up spending lovely quality time together, enjoying your time together and each other’s bodies no doubt!

Types of presents include: Handmade gifts, handcrafted technology (think: my boyfriend built me a computer!), hacked tech that would help in your everyday life, and he may even surprise you with something that you mentioned a long time ago(that he totally didn’t hack your search history to know about.)

Ted Logan: Ted is super sweet and caring for Valentine’s Day, surprisingly not forgetting that it exists in the first place. He ends up making you a handcrafted card and leaving it at your place of work with some hand picked daisies, all while saying it’s from a ‘secret admirer’ but Ted is the only person you know who would misspell ‘admirer’ in the first place. He doesn’t have a lot of money to get you anything fancy, but everything he does get you is heartfelt and well thought out. He picks you up after work and takes you to your favorite diner, then he finds the best spot in San Dimas to watch the stars together, tell jokes, and maybe even have a smoke sesh. You two end the night with munches being fulfilled by the nearby Circle K and a movie night at his apartment where he serenades you on his guitar between films. He buys all your favorite snacks for you and tries his best to make you feel really special. He is a words of affirmation guy so expect lots of sweet talk in your ear! He ends the night with his surprise gift, a locket with a picture of you two in it that he spent the last of his money on. He also gives you a handmade little notebook with all his favorite moments written in it with Polaroids of you two since you started dating!

Types of presents include: Handmade gifts(extremely arts and crafts, pink glitter glue ‘Will You Be My Valentine?’ Styled cards), your favorite candies, a small plush of some sort, picking wildflowers because he can’t afford the outrageous store prices, a song he wrote for you (performed alongside bill as his back up player), anything music related like making you a mixtape of your favorite tunes.

[cuddleyhoney]

hello!

hi everyone, I hope you all have been doing well <3. Since I have been m.i.a for quite a while now I thought I'd return with a small December au about Kevin Lomax! :)

reader x Kevin Lomax fluff au

The Sweetest Of Cold Days

On a cold yet sunny morning in New York, it didn't surprise you that your dear husband Kevin came to welcome you with a cup of tea to keep you warm while you were still snuggled into your warm bed.

You were thrilled to still see he was home and not in his office for once. He was still in his cozy gingham pajamas, something many probably didn't expect him to wear. He was comfortable and pleasant with you, not intimidating like he is at work or in the courtroom.

He sat next to you with a hot cup of coffee to warm his vocal cords, something only you'd know. He discussed the morning news with you and did some sudokus. You walked off into your shared bathroom with marble finishing something you'd always dreamt of. You started to shower and start your morning routine.

Kevin began to change into a casual outfit and sneaked out of the apartment the two of you lived in and began to go Christmas shopping for you! He began walking to the nearest shop that made custom trinkets!

Kevin was a very planned-out man he always had nearly everyday thought out and even had multiple calendars to keep track of his decisions and plans. The winter season was one of his favorite seasons knowing he could bundle up in cozy coats and scarves and come home with gifts each day to wrap to give to you and his co-workers.

Whilst you were at home you had finished your shower, began making the bed and lightly cleaning up around the home. You didn't know where Kevin went but you trusted him and knew he wouldn't be gone for too long. You later then began to play some 80s Christmas tunes to get the energy high!

Kevin began walking home with a gift bag and was very cheery on his way home. Waving at complete strangers and filled with joy. You were in the kitchen baking some sweet sugar cookies and the scent filled the whole room. Kevin eventually unlocked the door and walked in with presents. He hurriedly ran into his personal office in the home and locked the door to wrap the gifts himself.

You were spooked but Kevin is always mischievous. Kevin had a special snow globe that had your name engraved in it with a small couple holding hands inside the globe. It was small put had great intention behind it. Along with other things like a Chanel flap bag and a pair of cutesie Ugg boots with bows. He wrapped the gifts all except for the globe he saved as an early present.

He put the other presents under the beautiful Christmas tree and then asked you to sit on the sofa for a surprise.

You didn't know what to expect. Kevin sat next to you with something in his hands. He looked adorable with his nose a little red nose and rosy cheeks.

He handed over the small package, you began to unwrap it. Thrilled to see an adorable snow globe with a couple inside holding hands. It had your initials and his initials engraved with a small heart. He also had a small note aswell; Every time I see something special, I think of you—because you make everything brighter, warmer, and more beautiful. This gift is just a little piece of the love I carry for you every day.

The End.

[nwheregirl]

Picture this exact scene: (John Wick x reader, reader is described to have a specific aesthetic, vibe and look, size and predator kink mentioned, brat taming mentioned, nsfw?, written in a moment of inspiration so not proof-read).

John.

Your handsome, scary, tall and big John.

Your boyfriend, older boyfriend.

And You: a young, maybe a bit too crazy hit-woman who entered the business a few years ago. (Giving off a non-cringy Harley Quinn vibe, if you get what I mean)

Winston loves you, he treats you like a daughter. He thinks you are beautiful, and deadly.

They call you…Poison.

Sweet little thing, you are: short, petite. You always dress in hyper feminine, yet seductive clothes. Like this:

You are cocky, flirty, scandalous almost. You talk back, you are strong and deadly. You love yourself, your skills, your power.

You’re such a brat.

But when you are alone with The Boogeyman? You’re such a good girl. He makes you weak on your knees, how could he not? Look at him!

He’s mean: biting, spitting, spanking. He adores you, his princess. He’s going to make you his wife soon. He loves how you take him, how you obey, how you like to be tied up and just…used for his pleasure.

But.

But.

One day, something changes: you decide you want to step the line. You want to have fun, to see how far your Babayaga could go.

And so, the dynamic changes into…well, this:

“Sweetheart, why am I tied up?”

He asks, his russian accent evident. His tone of voice seems calm and collected, as if he knows he’s not in a dangerous situation.

You, by the other end, just giggle. You had gotten all dolled up for him: a tight cocktail dress hugged your body, paired with black stockings and heels. A nice red fur-coat left was on a chair, with your vintage Moschino heart shaped bag that John had gifted you on your birthday.

You bite your red tinted lips as you walk closer.

“You look beautiful, babygirl”

The hit-man compliments you, his chocolate brown eyes scanning your delicious body.

He was like a wolf, ready to chase and devour his rabbit.

“Thank you, daddy!” You exclaim, twirling for him. God, you were a dream coming true. A lustful dream.

“You still haven’t answered my question, doll”

“I wanted to have some fun”

“Some fun?” He lifts his brow up. “We have a lot of fun together already, don’t you think baby?”

Only then you sit on his lap, his big muscular thighs were feeling tense. He wasn’t used to something like this.

“You are the one who has all the fun, can I have some fun too?” You faked an innocent tone: John was always the dom in your relationship. You loved it, obviously, you just wanted to piss him off. You adored when he tried to tame you.

“Are you scared you might like being the submissive one, will it hurt your ego?” You obviously tease him, and only then you feel a hand wrapped around your throat.

He has little patience.

It happened in a matter of nanoseconds, literally. How the fuck is he able to do that?

He had freed himself from the knot that had him tied up to the chair since you entered the room.

“Babygirl…”

Oh, shit.

Shit.

You’re screwed.

He sounds angry, his rich baritone making you shiver.

“You really think you can play with me? Tying me to a chair like I’m some kind of rookie?”

A cruel laugh, his lips brushing against your ear.

“Start running, babygirl. You are going to fucking regret what you did tonight”.

[thetomsellecksmoustache]

I'm tired of working can any of Keanu's characters come to life and save me by making me be their trophy wife??

[thatg8rl]

can anyone write about a Kevin Lomax x secretary!reader fic?? like Kevin won a case and they're partying on a bar and reader got too drunk with Kevin and yk yk.. PLEASE I AM ON MY KNEES AND FOAMING MY MOUTH..

[johnwickb1tsch]

The Girl Next Door - XIV

A Constantine x FemVampire!Reader (feat John Wick!) fic based on this imagine. all chapters gen. warnings: NSFW, blood, biting, violence divider by animatedglittergraphics-n-more

⚠Trigger warning: YET MORE GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, if that squicks you DO NOT READ!⚠

14. a universal conduit

You’re not much for praying, but if ever God should be interested in you stupid little trials on Earth now seems like the time. As you tear through the streets of L.A. holding on for dear undeath on the back of Wick’s motorcycle, you send up a request to the big guy in the clouds:  

Please, don’t let us be too late. 

You just had to make a little stop at the Four Seasons to collect some blood from the Antichrist; a criminal defense lawyer named Kevin Lomax, unwittingly on retainer as don Juan’s little failsafe. 

Truth be told, you’d expected more of a fight from one of Satan’s offspring–but then he was the other Son of Satan, an earthbound half-breed who possibly didn’t even know who he truly was. 

More’s the better, and you keep the double Ziploc-bagged portion of his profane plasma in the inside pocket of your jacket, close to your heart. 

According to don Juan…it just might be the key to saving the world. 

He’d told you other things too. 

Such as, this ritual was to take place at the old mental hospital, where supposedly two ley lines meet and the veil is fortuitously thin for such things, forming a sort of gate where it’s easier for the constituents of Hell to pass through. 

 “What sort of ritual?” you’d demanded, wanting to know what you were walking into. 

Somehow, Juan managed to shrug with what remained of his trunk of a body. “Oh, the usual chanting and sacrifice I suppose. But that wasn’t my part of the deal.” 

“What was your part of the deal?” 

“Keeping Constantine out of it all. He was the only real threat left,” Juan grumbled, then glared at you. “You didn’t prove quite the distraction we’d hoped, you useless wench.” 

You realized that he didn’t mean kidnapping you tonight, but earlier, when your whole ordeal as a creature of the night began. He’d ordered for this to happen to you. He’d been watching you all along. The weight of this truth dawned on you, and it hurt. Jesus, how it hurt, but rather than cry about it you’d bared your fangs at him, picking up his sword from the ground. It was nearly as long as you are tall, and Juan’s eyes went wide. 

“What do you think you're doing with that?”

“It doesn’t feel good, does it, when you’re treated like your life is worth nothing?”

He bared his own fangs at you, jumping to the correct conclusion in the span of a second. 

“We had a deal!”

“You had a deal with him,” you’d said, nodding at Wick, who stood by with his arms crossed and a stony expression. “Not me.” 

“¡Espera! No, wait! You can’t–” 

You’re not exactly proud of how quick you were, to cut off his head–but in the heat of the moment, the bite of the blade through flesh and bone–God it felt good. 

Bloody, violated, but avenged, you stood over his decapitated corpse, shaking like a leaf but the sword still gripped hard in your hand. Lifeless eyes stared up at you, his mouth gaping as though he would still try to bargain with you from beyond the true grave. You thought of the way he touched you, the way he laughed at your pain–and you kicked his head as hard as you could like a soccer ball with a scream, bombing it into the dark depths of the cave. 

The ringing in your ears returned; Wick spoke gently to you again, taking the sword from your hand. You weren’t exactly numb, but the world seemed to have narrowed to a tunnel, where there was only you, and Wick, and his strong hands upon you leading you away. 

You never found Chas in the cave, and you hope he is with John, and not dead in an alley somewhere. You had to hand it to them, for baiting you just with a hat…but it seems safe to say the joke was on don Juan in the end. 

♰♰♰

“You can stay here,” says Wick as you pull up to the hospital, cupping your cheek in his hand. It seems eerily abandoned, for a medical facility, the windows all dark. “You have done enough, milaya. Let me finish this fight for you.” 

But you shake your head, unwilling to sit out from the fray. You can feel that John is in there, and he is afraid, although he is controlling it well enough to function. You sense the fighting hasn’t started quite yet. So brave, your demon hunter. He deserves better, than dying in this place a second time. 

“No. I’m going with you.” 

You like him even more, for not arguing with you. He simply nods, and he is ready to get down to business. “I hate demons,” he grumbles, rifling through his saddlebags for vials and a pair of brass cross-emblazoned knuckles. “They are too complicated.” 

“Are they really harder to kill than vampires?” you ask, watching him with a fascination you’re not sure is healthy. 

“Yes and no. Their powers…vary. You must be smart on your feet to find their weakness, before they kill you. It is impressive…your Constantine has lived so long.”

You are so surprised to hear him compliment John that he could have pushed you over with a feather. He looks up at you with a rueful smile you do not understand. “Let’s hope his luck holds, eh? Come on.” 

Armed to the teeth with Juan’s broadsword, knives, guns, holy water, and what you think may have been a grenade slipped into his pocket, you follow your dhampir beau into the dark maw of the place some people would swear is already Hell on Earth.

♰♰♰

The moment you set foot inside the hospital you sense the demonic presence, like a seething nest of poisonous snakes in the heart of the building. Wick feels it too, and you follow the winding hallways towards the therapeutic recreation area of the facility; ie, the pool. 

“Water is a vehicle; it lubricates the transition between worlds,” Wick explains hushedly, when you speculate as to why. 

You are scared, but you shove it down, and follow a step behind at Wick’s side. Worry for Constantine knots in your gut; maybe it’s stupid, but you just want to see him again. You don’t allow yourself to think one last time–even if in the very back of your brain, you feel the impending doom all too well. 

“...are all in violation of the balance,” you hear a familiar voice say, and your heart soars. “Leave now, or you will be deported.” 

You arrive in time to find John standing on a chair with a crowd of demons looking upon him curiously, that golden shotgun at his side. He should look ridiculous like that, but somehow, he is so tall and resolute that he cuts nothing less than a striking figure. 

“Go to Hell,” he tells the room, holding his lighter up to a sprinkler head–then he seems to sense you behind him–he whirls with terror in his eyes. “No!” he shouts desperately, throwing out his hand as though he could physically push you from across the room. 

Wick seems to understand something you do not, for just as the sprinkler heads begin to spew water he grabs you around the waist and runs for the hall. 

A few drops splash your hands and your face–and you scream. 

It feels like battery acid, something horribly caustic that could eat the flesh from your bones. The pain is excruciating, and you can hardly think as Wick bundles you along, not stopping until you find a dry place in the building, far away from the sprinklers. 

“What the fuck!” you hiss, looking at the sizzling droplets that landed on your hands. 

“Holy water,” Wick answers, licking your skin. 

Somehow, that works, and you sit back against the painted cinder block wall so hard your head cracks. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, that’s diabolical.”

Wick pays you a commiserating half smile. “I fear you are the one who is diabolical, my love.” 

You realize a beat later he is playing word games with you, and you hiss. “What about John? There were fifty demons in that room!” 

Wick nods, and you cannot fathom how this man, who you’d witnessed literally tearing vampires apart with his bare hands, can give such effective puppy eyes. It’s really not fair. “Stay here, milaya.” 

You grip Wick’s hands in yours, knowing it contradicts everything this man wants in the world, but pleading with him anyway, “Please look after him?” 

With a growl the dhampir nods, electric blue flashing in his midnight dark irises. He makes to stand, but you aren’t done with him yet, pulling him back to you. You can tell he’s annoyed as he looks to you, and even with the looming doom and vestiges of the sting of holy water upon your skin, you can’t help but smile a little. “Promise you’ll come back to me?” 

Immediately he softens, pressing his mouth to yours in a hard kiss that curls your toes and claims your heart all over again. He pulls away while you are too starstruck to function, disentangling himself from your hands curled in his jacket. 

“Be seeing you, vampling. Ya obeshchayu.” You don’t know how you know that means, ‘I promise’.

And then he is gone, charging back down the hall towards the fray. You watch your warrior go with an ache in your chest; it moves you, just watching the way he moves with such deadly purpose. You find you are not half as worried about him, as you are Constantine. 

Feeling utterly useless, you pace in the hall, hating being left to wait while the–you have to admit it–two men you care about are battling the unclean horde. You know you cannot go near that holy sprinkler water, and you pause to study a map of the hospital on the wall. It is black and white and grainy, state of the art printing from 1968. But it looks like you can access the pool area from another corridor on the other side, and you wonder if that section of the hospital received the same blessed deluge. 

You know that John Wick asked you to stay put–for his sake, as much as yours. But the stakes are too high, and you just can’t stand by. It’s probably a bad idea, but you make your way down the hall. 

♰♰♰

As you burst through the pool room doors via the men’s locker rooms you hear the cacophony of the battle taking place in the other room. There is also something thrashing around in the pool, the water churning like a feeding frenzy of sharks. Juan had made it sound like the pool itself was the gate, and fear spikes through you from head to toe. 

Is it Him? 

A figure emerges for a mere second, gasping for breath–you realize it’s Angela struggling with something trying to drown her, and you jump in without another thought. The thing is strong, as strong as you, and you grapple with it under the water, trying to get its hands off the detective so she can have a chance to breathe. It’s impossible to get a foothold in the water against this thrashing thing. In a desperate ditch attempt to stop it, you grab its head and wrench as hard as you can, breaking its neck, twisting it around all the way backwards.

By some luck or finally some divine interference, it goes still. 

You waste no time in picking Angela up, hoisting her out of the pool. She is so tiny, for such a fierce thing. She’s gone still, and you plead or pray again through bloody tears, “Please don’t be dead.” 

Perhaps you are technically dead, but you still attempt to breathe life back into her, blowing air into her mouth and you thank all the deities when she violently coughs up water and gasps for breath, clutching your arms for dear life. You turn her onto her side and pat her back, trying to help her expel the water from her lungs. 

“Thank fuck,” you hiss under your breath, holding her. She looks up at you, her eyes widening when she sees your fangs and glowing orange eyes.

“It’s ok, it’s ok,” you tell her, trying to make yourself look more human and failing spectacularly in the heightened stress of the moment. “I’m a friend of John’s.”

She relaxes back against the concrete, nodding, maybe needing to believe you. 

You laugh a little out of pure disbelief. There are still flashes of blue lightning and gunfire in the other room, Wick and Constantine working together. Who knew? But it sounds like the fight is winding down.  

Is this it? Did you do it? 

Is it going to be ok??

You are able to enjoy the lightness of this sliver of hope for a mere second, before suddenly you sense that you are not alone in the room. Something invisible picks you up roughly, and throws you back into the pool.

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*full credit to @discoscoob for the idea to bring Kevin Lomax into this!! 😄 *a belated fyi, the reason I call Don John ---> don Juan is because "don" is a prefix and honorific signifying nobility, like Mr. or Sir, not actually part of his name. In Spanish, it's not capitalized. He's from Aragón, which is now a state but once was a kingdom unto itself in the Iberian peninsula, before Spain became, well...Spain as we know it, unified. Sort of.

[satlun]

DEADLY NIGHTSHADE Kevin Lomax x fem!reader

Deadly Nightshade (n.) a toxic perennial herbaceous plant

Trigger Warnings: blow job, mention of y/n appearance hair color. 3.5k *ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE*

He hasn't expected to meet a woman like you

Credits: Atropa belladonna, Deadly Nightshade

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“Attractive, psychoactive, dangerous, ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀the deadly nightshade lives up to its name.”

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“Maybe tomorrow.” Kevin’s last word to Milton before the elevator doors closed and the three of them disappeared. Meanwhile, Mary Ann, his wife, is standing at the door with an upset face, waiting for him to come in. “Is that what you're doing when you're working late?” She asked sharply as he walked into the apartment with her. The door was closed loudly before being followed by the sound of arguments.

The situation is getting worse recently. Mary isn't happy with Kevin since his workload keeps increasing which is the cause of him coming back late almost every night. Also, she notices him always talking with other women more often. Even though they're his colleagues or his clients, that doesn't make her feel better, instead it makes her feel worse. Imagine him talking with them every day when she's not around. It doesn't mean she doesn't trust him, nevertheless how could she guarantee that he wouldn't do anything immoderate with them.

Kevin can't do anything either because it's his work, his life, and his income. As long as this apartment's bills are paid by Milton, his boss, he must work really hard to guarantee his stable life. This kind of opportunity is hard to find and he's lucky enough to be chosen, that's what he thinks. He praises Milton as if he is his father and he is his grateful son.

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The following night

Kevin just arrived at a casino where it's located in the middle of Manhattan, New York City. As he walked past the entrance, he could smell the scent of liquor mixed with cigarettes diffuse widely in the room where Milton is sitting and chatting with women that he has no clue who they might be. He walks to the other side of the table before sitting down in front of Milton.

Three women approach him instantly at the moment Kevin sits down on the chair. Alluring ladies with long hair and French perfume. A soft touch on his hand makes him snap back to the present moment. It's the hand of a blonde-haired woman with a gold glitter dress on. She's stunning by the way she looks and dresses. He doesn't pull his hand back, instead giving her a soft smile while the other side of his hand grabs a glass of bourbon gently before sipping it.

The sight in front of him is Milton who's having the best time of his life with the unknown women who work here, of course. Another blonde-haired woman who's sitting on Milton’s lap whose Milton whispered something to her ear gets down and disappears under the table while Milton gazes upon him. He knows what Milton whispered and he knows what she will get after giving him a blow job.

Money, power and glory come along together when you're in the upper class of society. Money is the key to get what you want, and if you have enough to pay. Power is the tool that makes people do what you want them to do, even if they don't feel like it. And glory is the key to success, just like connections which Kevin maintains as much as possible since he arrives at New York. These three things do matter when it comes to a society full of jealousy and competition.

Soon, the woman appears again from under the table with messy hair and ruined lipstick. Milton pays her some money as she gives him a soft kiss on his cheek. Kevin feels so illegal when he catches himself staring at them like this. So, he distracts himself by deciding to talk to the blonde-haired woman next to him.

“Would you like me to do that?” She asked with a seductive tone in her voice while her hand started to trace down on his trousers. Unexpectedly, a sound from his phone interrupted both of them, she glanced at the phone as Kevin picked it up and walked to the silent area nearby.

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A sleepy voice comes through the phone when he picks up. It's his wife. “Go to bed. I have no idea.” He just arrived here and his wife asked what time he would arrive at the apartment. Honestly, she has been acting really weird lately, she probably needs some time to get used to new place. That's what he thinks.

“Mar, you're really starting to piss me off.” He snapped back through the phone. She has the symptoms again, seeing things that aren't even real. It extremely drains his energy when he has to deal with his wife and all these things that aren't even touchable.

His eyes peek out from the room, to the table. Milton turns his head and looks at him. As if it's a sign for him to come back and enjoy the night. “Stop. This guy pays our bills. The food, the heat, the rent on that enormous fucking apartment we live in.” He raised his voice and continued to explain why it's so important to be here tonight.

While Kevin is busy talking to his wife, suddenly, his gaze accidentally stops on a mysterious woman who is at the balcony. She has big beautiful eyes which reflect the light on the balcony. She also has wavy black hair which is the only colour he has seen in this casino besides blonde, brunette and ginger. A cigarette on her hand is put between her red lips. Her shimmering black tight dress can be seen from afar. His gaze is on her for too long until she notices that. He pays attention back to the phone and responds to his wife. “See you later.” He hung up and was ready to put his phone back, but he noticed his wedding ring on his finger which was obviously sparkling. His eyes pay attention to the mysterious woman again and back to the ring before it takes him three seconds to put the phone back and take off the ring.

When Kevin comes back, the blonde-haired woman is already gone, he looks around hoping to find her again but there is no sign of her there at all. However, he doesn't pay attention to the blonde-haired woman much as earlier when the black-hair woman approaches the table and sits down next to Milton.

“Kevin, this is y/n, my friend’s daughter. Y/n, this is Kevin, the new lawyer I talked about.” Milton introduces you to him. A good-looking man with dark brown hair which is your favourite colour.

“Kevin… Kevin Lomax. I have heard a lot about you.” Your voice is soothing and euphemistic that everyone’s heads turn when you speak. In the meantime, he can't take his eyes off of you as well. He is completely captivated by the beauty of you. You seem outstanding from the rest of the women because of your manners and the way you speak. Your eyes stare at him for a second before looking away in another direction.

“Have you? I haven't heard a word about you.” Kevin joked to them. Milton laughs with satisfaction while your eyes are back on both of them. Milton had never told him about you. Even your name, he hasn't heard it come out from Milton’s mouth. When he is losing in his thoughts, you interrupt him by getting off the chair and walking towards the men who are standing next to the pool table.

Milton notices Kevin's eyes that follow every moment of you. “She's beautiful, isn't she?” An unexpected and sharp question caught him off guard. He turns his head to Milton's direction with an expression which is hard to read. “Yeah. She is.” Milton snickers before sipping his vodka again. “Single, elegant… and mysterious.” Milton’s eyes roam every woman next to him, they all laugh, getting along with him very well. They know how to live, how to behave, and how to get his money.

Kevin’s attention changes to you. His eyes are on you and the man who you're leaning on his shoulder. You are whispering something to his ear with your soft voice while the man strokes the ball then places his hand on your waist later. They both giggle and have their own world. He sips his bourbon again while his eyes still keep on looking at both of you.

For a moment, you change your position, walk away from the man to another man. The man with dark brown hair and blue eyes. However, he notices that you don't get close to him like the man earlier, instead leaning on the pool table and having a conversation with him. The man answers your question before he gets close to you and places his hand on your waist just like the man earlier. You swipe the man’s hand instantly and walk away from him with a displeased expression on your face.

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The same balcony that you were there earlier, that's where you go. A cigarette is lit by your gold lighter before it is put in between your lips. The wind blows through your hair and the smoke floats then disappears by the breeze. When you look out from the balcony, you can see many skyscrapers around the city, the noise of the cars down the road. People are living their nighttime life in New York City. Some are going home and some are going to work at this late hour. You're lucky that you were born in a prosperous family, your beloved father is an owner of this casino. Thus, you don't have to flounder or to work hard in order to sustain your life.

“He's not a gentleman, is he?” A similar voice interrupted your thoughts. It's Kevin who just mentioned the man you walked away from. Your head turns to his direction as Kevin leans on the railing, looking down to the street with a glass of amber alcohol in his hand. “You are?” You asked him back right away with wonder. That question caught him off guard as he exhaled and his eyes were at the scenery of New York City. “Let’s say… At least I do know how to behave with women I just met.” His gaze finally meets yours.

“He's my ex-husband.” That was what you responded to while the corner of your lip forms into a smirk, amazing how hard he tries to impress you. The response gives Kevin the final answer of his curiosity that the man is a person who you know very well, not a random man you just met. He sips the glass of bourbon.

“What's the difference between ‘how to behave with women you just met’ and ‘how to behave with women who you know very well’ when the man is already married?” You continued to speak with a fierce smile on your pretty face.

Thereafter, Kevin’s excuse is “I didn't know if he is married.” He gave you a smile with a hint of surprise and embarrassment. The feeling of making men feel off guard must be one of the best feelings, you think to yourself.

“Oh, Kevin… It's not your fault. Just saying.” You shrug your shoulders and lean on the railing. You attention through the glass window where people in the casino seem to have a lot of fun, you can hear their noises from the outside. “Yet…” you turn your head to his direction, making eye contact with him. “He didn't know how to keep his hands to himself when his beloved wife was standing right there.” Your eyes now on them before looking at him, his expression is hard to read but not hard to guess that he’s stuck with the conversation he was trying to have earlier.

You decide to continue to speak. “I don't associate with married men.” You pause and take a last puff of your cigarette before blowing the smoke out to the air. Your body is full of jewellery, Kevin notices that unintentionally since they are shimmering under the light. You must be really rich, he thinks to himself. “But that man is my only exception since he used to be my best friend before we got married.” You snuffed the cigarette on an ashtray nearby meanwhile he took a sip of his bourbon.

“So, back to the start, he is a friend of mine.” You can feel Kevin’s gaze on you when you're staring at somewhere else, as if it's meandering on your soft skin. Soon, as if he could read your mind, his eyes pay attention to the inside of the casino instead.

The conversation is in silence for a couple seconds before he starts speaking without looking at you. “It doesn't surprise me much.” His sudden response threw you for a loop. “What is that supposed to mean?” Your hazel eyes are on him at the same time as his. “Your charms, your deadly weapon.” That sentence makes you snicker instantly since you have heard a lot about that.

“Well… that can get me in trouble sometimes…” You pause for a moment before placing your elbows on the railing. “And I’m more than what I look.” Beauty and women come together, though you can't deny that it can cause a problem as well.

Kevin seems to be surprised with your answer yet confused. “What do you mean by that?” He places the glass and then a cigarette case is pulled out from his pocket before he picks one cigarette then lights it up. The smell of cigarette floats to your direction as your eyes turn to him.

“Being appealing is nothing if you're not wise.” People, mostly men, usually focus on the beauty of women first or maybe only, on the other hand women have more than that. Beauty is one thing but intelligence is another thing which makes women more interested and attractive in their own way. That's what you believe. You didn't mean educationally intelligence only but also wise in the terms of seeing through someone’s tricks.

“Answered wisely.” Kevin nods as he takes a puff of his cigarette. You chuckle at his response, he tries to impress you again by saying that you answered it very wisely. The truth is you didn't try to answer wisely since it's the fact which guides your life, the life which has to encounter with many different people every day and you must keep up with their minds.

“And how come your beauty can get you in trouble?” Kevin asked with curiosity in his mind. He doesn't think that beauty can cause you a problem at all since you can get whatever you want by using your charms, so called ‘pretty privilege’.

“May I retract the sentence?” You said as he nodded as an answer. The wind blows to your face and you inhale the cold breeze of the wind. “The true problem is men who aren't satisfied with what they have… women who have charms are completely normal and if it catches their eyes, it's still alright as long as those men don't approach them and get them in trouble.”

His tumultuous reaction can be seen obviously as he moves his body awkwardly a little bit. You continue. “When those men have their wife at home, they are still here using their wealth and their power to get what they want. When they are supposed to dedicate to their family, yes?” You said the truth which you have faced all your life of being a beautiful woman here at the casino. Back then, when you were the man’s wife, your husband was very rich and powerful. One day at the casino, your husband was captivated by the beauty of a beautiful woman who worked here. He used his money and power to wangle her even though you were still his wife. It was truly a shame when you were still there while your husband ran off to another woman, you couldn't stand it until one day you decided to divorce him. And now the woman is his beloved wife who was standing there earlier. While you were talking to your ex-husband, he put his hand on you, then you realised that you promised yourself that you don't and won't get into that kind of loop again. So, you walked away.

“...what exactly do you mean?” He hesitated for a couple seconds before asking you.

“You're a difficult person to understand, aren't you?” You snickered and gave him a smirk. “Once Marilyn Monroe said in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, ‘Don't you know that a man being rich is like a girl being pretty? You might not marry a girl just because she's pretty, but my goodness, doesn't it help? Well, why is it wrong for me to want those things?’ You can't deny that women at least love money, yet money isn't the only thing they want but doesn't it help if he's also rich.” You glance at him as he exhales the smoke through his nose.

“My point is sometimes women get trapped by it and I won't blame them for that. However, all the things wouldn't happen if those men don't start it all. Don't you think?” You completely understand her, let's say at least you tried. At first, she didn't know that you were his wife. However, the day she knew the truth, she still insisted on being with him without any shame. Then, you realised that the true problem is your ex-husband. If he didn't use his money and power to wangle the woman by how rich and powerful he was, the fact that all these things wouldn't happen in the first place if he didn't show off his money to the woman who loves money as we all do. We love it, we love money.

Kevin smiles at your explanation. “You're right about that… and what if I say being rich is nothing if he isn't handsome?”

“What's the difference with what I just said, sir?” You laughed and smiled before looking into his eyes. Look at how hard he tries to impress you by that humorous joke but the fact that there's no difference. Don't forget that pretending to be wise can make you feel like a fool as well. So, be clear with what you're saying.

“You are married, aren't you?” A sudden question of you making him feel uncomfortable and awkward. His lips apart from each other as if he wants to speak, but you won't let him. “I have always wondered why most men always take their wedding rings off when they come to this kind of place. Do you know why, Kevin?” The way you call his name after that sentence makes him feel a cold shiver running down his spine. It's hard to admit the truth.

“I�� don't know.” There was hesitation in his voice as he laughed, trying to hide his awkwardness.

You walk closer to him so he can't avoid his eye contact from you. “Why don't you know?” You tilted your head and waited for his answer but there was no sign of him to speak. “Before you took off the wedding ring, what came into your mind?”

Cat got his tongue. “Because you're not satisfied with what you have, you still want more. You trap your wife in your house and come to women who know nothing about it and make them get in trouble?” Clearly, because you don't want to go back to that loop ever again as well as you don't any woman experiences that kind of the situation either.

“I told you, I don't associate with married men. And why are you still here, trying to spread your charms on me?” You mean the way he tried to respond to every sentence just to impress you but the fact that it made him look so stupid. Kevin is stunned by your statement. The cigarette is still in his hand. He doesn't smoke, doesn't say anything except stare at you with confusion and fear. “I’m not gonna fall for you. Lucky for me that I saw you take off the ring earlier.”

“Sometimes, I feel like I could be a better gentleman than all of you.” You gave him a look from head to toe and walked away. However, something makes you stop so suddenly before turning back to his direction. “Your wife deserves better if you want me to interpret it.” Just in case he still doesn't understand again. This time, you finally walk away from him. Your dress swaying by the way you walk. His eyes are on you with conflict in his mind.

He wipes his mouth and licks his lips before putting the cigarette on the ashtray. “Rich men are greedy, aren't they?” A similar voice interrupted him as his eyes looked at the direction. It's Milton. He walks to stand next to him as their eyes follow you walking to the inside.

“She's like an… Alexandrite, beautiful and rare… but a man still has a thought to have a new one when he already has one in his hand… maybe that one is prosaic and dull unlike Alexandrite which is more exquisite and rare. Contemplate it, Kevin… if you were the man, what would you choose? Find out the answer!” He laughs mischievously and walks away, leaving him with thoughts and conflicts in his head.

𝑬𝑵𝑫

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Author's note: let me teach you how to be a good husband, honey.

Author's note: I don't hate men guysss it's just her character since she had bad memories about men in case you might think I hate men or something. I LOVE MEN. (Especially Keanu for sure)

Inspired by Gilda (1946) and a gif to appreciate her beauty.

Like, reblog and comment are appreciated ♥️

© SATLUN: NO PLAGIARISM OR REPHRASING ALLOWED

[97keanu]

₊‧꒰ঌ ໒꒱‧ ° Here is the prompt list for our community wide event if anyone wants to join in! The orange side is for more fluffy fall prompts and the red side is for more horror style prompts, feel free to pick and choose whichever or do both if you'd like!

₊‧꒰ঌ ໒꒱‧ ° I would love it if we could use the #keanuween on here so everyone can find the event and would be happy to be tagged in any keanuween posts (so I can read and reblog them!)

₊‧꒰ঌ ໒꒱‧ ° Event starts with

week 1: Oct. 1-6

week 2: 7-13

week 3: 14-20

week 4: 21-27

week 5: 28-Nov. 2(for any late fics!).

Feel free to do as little or as many as you want! I just want to read some fall time stories about my pookies even if that means you only have time to do 1!

₊‧꒰ঌ ໒꒱‧ ° All are welcome to participate, writers, artists, gifmakers, editors, ANYONE who wants to create ANY kind of fanwork for the event! If you'd like a space to share your work further, consider joining our community!

[cuddleyhoney]

spooky keanu pumpkins

pumpkins i think keanu reeves's and his characters would carve based on vibes

keanu himself :

john wick :

kevin lomax :

neo :

ted logan :

[nwheregirl]

Today’s brainrot is: the idea of being John Constantine’s wife.

[foreveric]

Imagine Keanu's characters's serach history on their computer.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 hol' up, lemme cook.

john wick:

most effective guns

vintage cars

how to care for a dog

kevin lomax:

best ways to make your wife cum

romantic restaurants near me

ongoing court cases

jack traven:

body cam videos

cute date ideas for girlfriend

local crime news

john constantine:

how to cope with cancer

demon possessions

near-death experiences

[nwheregirl]

KEANU GIRLIES pls imagine this with: Kevin Lomax, JOHN CONSTANTINE!, Johnny Silverhand and JOHN WICK!.

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Kevin Lomax

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You and Kevin met when he was still a little new to the courtroom. He was fresh out of law school, had a few cases under his belt, and was out celebrating his latest victory with a few friends when he just so happened to spot you in the crowd.

- The minute he saw you, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He thought you were gorgeous and he had to stop himself from staring as his friends patted him on the back and stroked his ego.

- Your eyes might have met from across the room a few times and you might have taken turns looking over at each other throughout your time spent sitting at the bar but nothing of value happens until you’re a drink or two in.

- It’s a little later in the night when he finally approaches you. You’re standing/sitting at the bar and he comes up behind you, asking if he can buy you a drink and doing so before introducing himself.

- The two of you sit and talk for a bit, blatantly flirting with each other the entire time. He mentions his victory and you congratulate him, asking if his friends mind that he’s sitting there with you instead of celebrating with them. He merely smiles and tells you that “frankly”, he doesn’t give a damn.

- It isn’t long before he asks you if he can take you out sometime and like any rational person, you agree and spend the rest of the night feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.

- For your first date, he takes you to a nice little restaurant for dinner. If you weren’t aware already, he’s incredibly charismatic so you find yourself falling for him more and more the longer you sit there with each other.

- You share your first kiss later that night as you’re walking back to his car. You have to pass a crosswalk and while you’re standing there waiting for the little light to let you go, he just leans down and kisses you.

- By the time he’s pulling away, the signs already telling you to go, so he takes your hand and walks you across the street, a handsome smile evident on his face as you try to fight back your own.

- It’s safe to say that the lawyer won you over.

- Kevin legitimately never leaves you the fuck alone when the two of you are together. He’s constantly touching and kissing you to his hearts content. He lives to have his hands on you so expect a ton of Pda.

- Handholding. He usually has to lead you places; whether out of a courtroom or through a crowded bar, so it’s useful habit of his.

- Lots of hugs; oftentimes hugs from behind.

- Him biting your ear. He likes playful, teasing affection that makes you giggle so he does a lot of stupid stuff like that.

- Cheek kisses.

- Neck and back kisses.

- Quick, passionate and somewhat rough kisses. He likes stealing your breath away.

- Lots of making out and …other things.

- Most of the time, he’ll just use a shorter version of your name to address you but the occasional “baby” will slip from his lips from time to time as well.

- Oftentimes, you’ll wind up going to bed alone but whenever he arrives home, he’ll fall into bed behind you and pull you into his arms.

- Falling asleep on the couch waiting for him to get home or be done with his “quick” work problems. You’re going to be interrupted by business a lot; particularly after he goes to New York.

- The best thing you can do is find a couple hobbies and know how to keep yourself busy if you’re going to be in a relationship with Kevin. He’s a busy man and you’re going to be spending a lot of time on your own.

- He knows about all your hobbies and likes listening to you talking about them or showing him what you’ve done. He loves seeing you all excited over something.

- He never does anything without your permission. He needs to know that you approve of something before he finalizes anything. 

 - Being spoiled. He does everything he can for you; he wants you to be as happy as possible.

- After your relationship became more serious; or after you got married, he practically insisted that you quit your job. He didn’t like the thought of you working when he made enough to support you both and he liked coming home to you after a long day so it was only a matter of time.

- Being in the audience of his trials whenever you can.  

- Helping him calm down and loosen up after tough cases.

- He tries not to talk to you about the details of cases most of the time; especially if he feels guilty over defending a certain person. Regardless, you can almost always tell when somethings wrong and immediately start to try and cheer him up.

- He likes messing with you every now and again; usually before he has good news to tell you. He’s a good actor and he uses his skills to psych you out.

- For a man who can be so serious at times, he can also be quite playful, constantly teasing and making you laugh.

- Celebrating with him after he’s won a case. He’ll usually pick you up and spin you around in his arms.

- Walking through the city together and sharing some street food.

- Going to the bar and dabbling in some dirty dancing.

- Going to nice restaurants after he gets a little more of that coin.

- Cheap takeout and a night in. Sometimes it’s just nice to relax on the couch together; usually with your legs in his lap while you watch television.

- Ice skating dates and other fun little things.

- When you lived in Florida, the two of you would cruise around town at night, listening to the radio and occasionally parking to makeout or walk around a certain area.

- Testing out his people reading skills and being amazed by how easy it is for him to dissect a person by their clothes and facial expressions.

- Packing him lunches or having dinner ready for him to come home to.

- Considering the types of people he’s represented in court, he’s probably made a few enemies around town, meaning that some people will just dislike you by default; though oftentimes it’s also out of envy.

- Telling him how proud you are of him. He knows that he’s a good lawyer but it’s nice to hear you say it sometimes too.

- Straightening out his jacket, tie or hair for him. He takes a particular comfort in you fussing over him and giving him motivational talks during breaks or before trials.

- Going to work parties and get togethers with him.

- Getting close to his coworkers wives and spending days with them; all while having a bad feeling settle in your gut.

- Getting targeted by Milton later on.

- His mother usually comes to spend time with you whenever he’s really hung up at work. You appreciate the company, especially when you start getting the same weird feelings as her; though you might chalk up your fear to her religious paranoia getting in your head.

- He tries to be as understanding as he can when you’re upset but he’s not the greatest at it. He’ll usually try to find a reasoning behind why you could be feeling so upset and try to calm you down that way which doesn’t do much good. But at least he tries, right?

- Kevin’s got a bit of a vanity problem but that's sort of a good thing for you because it means that he doesn't think you’d cheat on him; meaning he isn't gonna freak out when other guys so much as look at you. With that being said: I do think he’d occasionally take issue with you being all alone with men/male friends or people he knows wants to fuck you; even if he’s aware it’s irrational.

- Kevin’s not the most protective person in the world but he definitely does everything in his power to comfort you and make sure that you’re safe and happy.

- He’s a lawyer so of course he’s going to be good at arguing with you. The two of you don’t fight all the time but when you do, he’s going to be a bit of a jerk, following you around the house and trying to “win”.

- Because of the way he fights, more often than not, you’ll just have to take a step back and ignore him before you lose it. He doesn’t like the silent treatment and will sometimes spitefully use it himself or ask if you’re “done ignoring him” every time you can’t manage to avoid him.

- Once he thinks a fights gone on long enough, he’ll carefully choose his words and make his apology, telling you that you know he didn’t mean to upset you and so on and so forth. He’d expect you to do the same if you were in the wrong.

- He doesn’t say it constantly but he’ll tell you he loves you every now and again; usually when he’s really reminded of it.

- He’s got the ring already picked out, honey. It’s only a matter of time before you’re picking out a dress and a color for the walls in the nursery.

[meetmeinthematinee]

Creative Juices: Keanu Characters Edition.

Inspired by an ask @ficsnroses​ got and @dancingwendigo​‘s fantastic Henry lists I bring you my attempt at a NSFW 18+ list based on the idea “Where’s this characters fav place to cum?” 

Scott Favor:

On, in. Doesn’t matter--Scott’s done it all and had it all done to him. He will always do the opposite of what’s expected of him and won’t necessarily warn you either. He’s not a complete brute, he’ll toss a damp cloth your way afterward.

Johnny Utah:

A thrill seeker of the 1st degree. He’s passionate and loyal and he’s definitely going to fuck you right there on the deserted (or maybe not so deserted) beach, pull out and cum all over your stomach before he kisses you, scoops you up in his arms and runs into the surf laughing while you squeal so you can both rinse off. 

Kevin Lomax:

If you’ve seen Devil’s Advocate you know where I’m going with this one. If you haven’t--well--apologies in advance. Kevin here loves....feet. He’s going to give you the full spa treatment. Yes, that’s right. He’s going to paint those toes with something other than nail polish. (editors note: I’d let him--have you seen this man?!?)

John Wick:

Yes, John is a stone cold killer--but he’s a killer with a heart of gold. He’s got a soft goey centre and if he loves you, he’s gonna make you the same. He will do anything you ask him to you want rough, he’ll be as rough as he dares to be. You want him to be soft and sweet? Well, that’s his favourite. He’s going to devour you as if you were a delicate and expensive pastry until you can’t take any more and then and only then--when you’re a whimpering mess--he’ll climb over top of you, sink into you inch by inch and then fuck you until you’re filled to the brim.

An extra extra extra TW HORRIBLE BONUS NO ONE ASKED FOR I put it under the cut so -- seriously you can skip this one if it makes you uncomfortable:

Donnie Barksdale:

The polar opposite of John he’s violent and has no redeeming qualities. He’s the type of man that will fuck you from behind while pressing your face hard into the mattress not giving a single shit about your pleasure. He’s barely gonna pull out before he cums on you and there’s definitely zero chance he’s going to help you clean up. You didn’t cum before he did? Too bad for you. He’s a monster is what I’m saying. And yet here I am writing about him anyway. That’s Donnie for you.

[cherry-gemz]

Which Keanu's character do you think is the sexiest?

Oh man!! This is hard, too hard. So I mixed it up a bit and added why I think the following characters are sexy 😜. There's plenty more I didn't mention.

John W. For obv reasons. BDE here and how he'd protect you at all costs? 🔥🥵 His ability to handle a P30L with those strong hands can only make me imagine them wrapped around my neck. 💋💋💋

John C. He's seen it all. He's willing to do it all. He smells of booze and cigs and he'll treat his lady right that's for sure. What his nimble fingers do to a lighter I can only imagine 🥵.

Johnny. California girl loving California boy 🌊 🌞 🌴. I can't help it with this himbo. He's sassy and determined. His tenacity to learn how to surf...the love scenes into the ocean. 🥵

Kevin. Oh gawd. Lord have mercy with this southern gent. He's spicy and likes it rough. The way he cares and is quite and a Dom all at the same time? Come to mama. 🍒

Jack. He's a simp and sweetie. Also determined and seems like he'd make sure to treat you right on a date and in bed. Something about this man in uniform, oof.

Julian. He's just a cinnamon roll and sexy af in a turtle neck.

Crap. Turtle neck and Alex are pretty much synonymous. Jeans. Boots. Dancing. His way with words. 💦.

Honorable mention, Don John. The beard. The sweat. The naked romps in the courtyard fountains. *chef's kiss*.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. Oh wait. Ted. 🤣🤣🤣

[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 Part 6 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 john wick x reader x helen threesome imagine

BOTS

-Donaka Mark - He's your security consultant.

-Donaka Mark - You meet on a yacht.

-Martin Loader - He wants to run away with you. (From Tune In Tomorrow)