#young! Keanu

[generalkenobee]

"I can't wait to marry you"

Summary: Ted doesn't know how to ask for what he wants...

Warnings: praise, pet names (beautiful), language, p in v, breast play

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I feel like Ted is so inexperienced that anytime you straddle his lap and start to make out with him he's just so nervous and almost scared. Of course he's a teenage boy who has also never even felt the touch of a woman so of course he wants it, more than anything. He just doesn't have a clue what to do.

you kissed the corners of his mouth while your hands cradled his face, fingers running through his hair. "I love you so much.. you're fucking perfect for me" your boyfriends face began to heat up while he tried to control him self from bucking his hips up into your clothed cunt that was sat right above his throbbing cock.

"please please please" Teds hands grabbed at your waist, not even completely sure of what he wanted or what he was asking for

"what'd you need beautiful?" You asked sympathetically knowing that he couldn't ask for what he needed.

Ted shut his eyes tightly as if he was trying to think, to help speed up his train of thought you rolled your hips down into his lap, placing your hands on his shoulders "I- please make me feel good like how you do when we-" you cut him off

"alright I got it-" he smiled in response, whispering a small 'ok..' under his breath.

You looked back up at him "which one do you want?" This was a strategy you'd thought of so he doesn't have to be as straight forward in asking with full sentences. "Your uhm- y-your-"

You unzipped his pants pulling out his cock giving it a few pumps. "You want my cunt?" You asked pulling your underwear to the side. He nodded vigorously while looking at you with pleading eyes.

Your hand brought him closer, rubbing his head against your pulsing clit, letting out a high squeaky moan you finally slid him into your tight hole.

Ted let his head roll back as he wrapped his arms around you pulling you close. "So good- your body's amazing.." you said as you began to bounce up and down, moaning every time you hit the base.

While you bounced you noticed your boyfriend's eyes lingering to your chest. "You wanna feel" of course he did, because deep down, no matter how hard he tried to hide it, Ted Theodore Logan was a perv. He nodded again while he reached out kneading your left breast in his larger hand while the other was rested on your hip.

Ted looked up at you with a feeling of guilt in his eyes "I- I'm gonna"

"it's ok me too" you said cutting him off. You sped up your pace and the closer Ted got, the more babbling he did.

"oh shit you're fucking perfect babe y-you're amazing and I love you so fucking much I can't fucking wait to marry you one day and- aughh-" This time he cut himself off with his own orgasm and you both finished together.

[hoziercriespower]

Hozier and Keanu Reeves at the INmusic Festival

📸 ruthlessimagery

[loyoyox]

This genre of men >

[valenli]

✧♡

Ted's hair is most excellent..🖤🎸

[kiernanshayemckay]

Keanu Reeves on the set of Speed (1993)

[zimtlove]

First mission

[shut-up-rabert]

Y'all remember when men were hot?

..... yeah

[johnwickb1tsch]

~ Enigmatic Stranger ~ Part 1 Part 2 WIP

a young!John Wick x fem!Reader dumpster fire😆… by the amazing @sweetwolfcupcake , the incredible @treedaddymcpuffpuff , & this weirdo @johnwickb1tsch

He’s following you. 

You know it’s the only explanation. 

You don’t really think he means you any harm, but…isn’t that how all those creepy stories on DATELINE begin? 

A neatly packed giftbag appears on your doorstep a few days later, containing your notebook and all your favorite pens. No note, but you know. 

He knows where you live.

You can’t call the cops–even if you wanted to. You just know it won’t do any good. 

And…you don’t really want to get him into trouble. You just want…

Well you don’t know what you want, dammit. A properly functioning brain around him, maybe. That would be helpful. 

The next time you’re in your favorite corner cafe, the barista tells you that your usual order has already been paid for. Happy holidays to you! 

Not nearly as thrilled about it as the nice girl was clearly expecting, you look around frantically. You know he’s here somewhere–in the corner? Across the room? That’s when you spot a flash of mocha dark eyes meeting yours from the other side of the window–outside. He gives you a smirk, and a little finger wave. 

Coward. 

You don’t know where you get the courage to march back out to the sidewalk with your fists clenched–maybe because deep down you know by the time you get out there, he’s already gone.

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same order @sweetwolfcupcake @treedaddymcpuffpuff ?? :)))))))

[ariksly]

he collects typewriters🤷‍♀️.

I collect dvds and kpop albums lmao.

[awidevastdominion]

[brookie-kookie1943]

Keanuverse Bracelet - Part Three…

I bring to you another Keanu character bracelet I have made!

Warning: I’m a very amateur pony bead bracelet maker.

(I base the colors I use either off of their clothing or the aesthetic of the whole movie in general.)

I present to you…

Right. After I helped him kill her.

I mostly based this off of his shirt and jean jacket.

He’s a handsome stoner lol.

Hope you like it! ❤️

[hoziercriespower]

Hozier at the INmusic fest

❝ Zagreb, Thank you 🖤 ❞ 📸 @ruthlessimagery

[97keanu]

shotgunning a cigarette with john wick (especially young jardani) is all i can think abt right now

John's breath is visible in the cold of the night, the stink of the city rising from the gutters in the alley. You take a deep drag from the cigarette he passed you earlier. It fills your lungs with welcomed smog, and you exhale before your lungs can protest the chemicals being held for too long. Neither of you speak as the smoke dances in the air between you two. You don't need to. This little routine of yours has been suiting you both quite nicely without many words so far.

You look out into the starless night, tapping the cigarette off to the side before passing it back to John without looking. You think about how different things are for people like you. How much your feet ache despite leaning against the brick wall for support. Your ruined toes from the strict ballet routines, the callouses on your hands matching the blisters on blisters.

You don't want to think about what they teach John. You know he's due for his first true mission soon, you're both beginning to be old enough to truly start being of value to the 'family's' business.

You don't notice John's sharp eyes caressing your features. You only glance over when your thoughts drift away, and the craving for another hit of the cigarette hits. You catch his stare, and he doesn't look away, he isn't one to be embarrassed about something like that. You wonder for a moment how long he's been eyeing you, but ignore it, and reach a hand out towards that little fire John holds in his hand between you. He pulls it back, not cruely, but as if he must.

This surprises you, but you don't know what to say. John speaks for the first time tonight.

"I'm headed off tomorrow night." he says it plainly, no deeper explaining, but you know what this means. He is going out to kill for the first time, for real, not the sparing he does with the other boys. No, he will use the sharpened skills he's learned, or he won't be back. You say nothing, but you give a small, short nod of understanding, and one of your hands reaches to smooth the white, fluffy tuelle of your ballet dress. John continues.

"I want to try something with you, if you'll let me..." He isn't nervous when he speaks. He says everything so plainly, but right now you know whatever he is suggesting is important to him, so you turn towards him fully. You look deep into those brown eyes, practically as black as the night sky above right now, only a small overhead yellowing light on the side of the building casting a glow on both of you. He sees your willingness to listen, and the space between the two of you closes so slowly, you hardly notice John is even moving towards you. He is truly, stealthy.

"Stop me if this displeases you..." His voice has softened, just barely, the words ebbing upwards with the frost of his breath. You know he means it when he says that, you trust that he would never do something to displease you to begin with, but your heart picks up as he moves closer. He brings that glowing ember back to his lips and takes a deep drag, tendrils of smoke escaping his mouth as he pulls the cigarette away at last.

He closes the gap between you until he is leaning down, his height having always been there, suddenly more noticeable. John hasn't released the smoke from his lungs, not yet. He's savoring the moment. His hand is warm when it touches your waist, bringing you in until your lips are brushing his, both of you open and waiting for the other. You give a small movement towards him for the first time since this started, and that's all he needs.

John presses lips into yours with a hunger, a need barely kept at bay, still restrained. He is well trained, indeed. He kisses you, moving gently in sync with your lips, and you respond perfectly in time. You are also trained, synchronicity coming easy to a ballerina like you.

John's lungs must be aching by now, but the kiss goes on, one of his large hands reaching up to place a thumb against the base of your neck, feeling you there, and then wrapping so gently to crook you deeper into him. You feel a moan bubble up from the gesture, and feel as if you are but a swan in wolf's teeth. John bites your lower lip gently, pulling it down and asking you to open. You oblige, and he softly breathes the smoke he has been holding into your awaiting lungs.

You take it hungrily, softly sucking in to meet what has been contained inside him. You feel as if more than just smoke has entered your body. You can feel a piece of John, as if he is giving you some small part of him. As if to say, 'if I don't make it back, remember this part of me, the part that didn't kill. The part that breathed life into another. Carry it with you.' Your cheeks burn in the cold as your lungs fill to the brim and the rest over flows and descends upwards into the night.

John seals the breath he's given you with a final, passionate kiss. It's as if he's stamped your petal like lips with a flame that wasn't supposed to grow there. When his lips pull away, leaving heavy breaths and even heavier lids looking, searching deeply into one another, you can't help but feel like John has lit a coalfire in the pit of your stomach. From the look he's giving you, you can tell he feels the same, maybe even better knowing what he's done to you, how he's tainted you before he must take his leave.

"John..." His name drifts from your lips onto his, and he stops you with the brush of another kiss.

"We should go back inside..." He hasn't taken his eyes off you, you're still so close it hurts. You know he's right, but this moment is intimacy that neither of you have every been allowed here, in this place that teaches only death. You search him, a hand you didn't notice is gripping his shirt. You hold that fabric tightly, and your knuckles shake when your mind thinks to let go.

"I know..." John says simply, and you know he does. "Meet me here again, in a days time, as we usually do."

"But..." You begin, not able to bring yourself to the 'what if' of no one being here when you come.

"I would not allow myself to let you down. You know that." And you do. John will do everything in his power to make sure your little ritual out here is unbroken. You know he will come back. He must. Your grip loosens, and you two part. You both go back to your comfortable silence, and head inside.

The heat of John's lips and hand around your throat hold you through out that night. You dream of a wolf who takes you gently in it's teeth. It doesn't let go.

Next part here!

[valenli]

A Flat Coated Retriever anyone? He's literally the cutest..

[keanusmoonbeam]

your pov as his non-celebrity girlfriend:

[zimtlove]

Have you ever heard the fan theory that John is a former Marine? I can't help but imagine it