Would you ever do like John Wick kissing or like cuddling or just being happy with another individual preferences...? 😁😁 I've been really nervous to ask but I thought I would now... ❤️
*takes my headcanons out, brushes the dust off of them* HELLO.
Is very picky about cuddling, more specifically, he’s very keen on letting you know when he’s feeling up to cuddling. Some nights, he does lay down without the want to being snuggled, and it’s something you’ve gotten used to. John likes his space, and you respect that.
The nights when he is in a cuddling mood, you can bet he’s the big spoon. He loves to hold you, loves to brush his fingers up and down your bare arms, feeling you react to his touch. It gives him a sense of calm and peace. Even with all the death that lays on his fingertips, he can still find touching something so gentle and smooth indulging.
Wraps his entire arms around you, pulls you to him and digs his face into your neck. Loves to feel your hands playing circles on the skin of his forearms and absolutely adores when you entwine your hands with his.
Occasionally, he’ll give in and let you be the big spoon. Which, is always a fun time considering John is much larger than you are and you end up with one leg around his waist, the other bent against the small of his back as you rest your face in the nape of his neck. Sometimes, you pepper kisses there because you know it’s one of his weak spots and he’s somewhat ticklish there.
Imagine John holding you, then all of a sudden, he’s got you pinned to the bed. He’s straddling you, gently and making sure that all of his weight isn’t resting on you. He cups your face with one hand and holds your hand with the other before leaning down and grazing his lips against yours. Shutting his eyes, John rests his forehead against yours and sighs quietly. He doesn’t know what he deserved to receive such a great and loving partner with what he had done in his life.
John rubbing his beard against your cheek when he’s in a playful mood.
He knows you like it even though you complain about it being “scratchy”.
Laughing when he does this before giving him soft kiss to his lips.
John waking up in the morning, going to the kitchen and seeing you making breakfast in one of his dress shirts. From the way it’s hanging on your body, he can tell that only a few buttons were buttoned, probably in the middle and enough to cover your cleavage.
He sneaks up behind you, wraps his arms around your waist before giving you a warm kiss to the side of your neck. This is what it felt like to have security.
Catching him looking at you from across the room and giving him a warm smile when you do. He continues to stare before smiling back at you slightly.
He doesn’t even care that you caught him staring. If anything, he’s happy that you did because now you know that he’s always looking at you and always thinking about how much he truly loves you.
If he ever catches you looking at him from across the room, you either give him a smile or you look away and pretend you weren’t looking. And when you gaze back at him to find him still staring, you laugh and stick your tongue out.
John is naturally overly protective and will shoot anyone a death glare who seems to disrespect you.
That cashier? Yeah, they were giving you unlimited amount of sass, so John just stares them down and gets them to shut up. When you leave after paying, he gives them a few pointers. Mainly, that they shouldn’t treat you that way because you didn’t deserve it. If anything, you deserved absolute respect.
If the two of you are walking together, John always stands closest to the sidewalk. Just a precaution and to be careful in case any accidents happen on the street, he can protect you from them.
Has a keen sense and knowledge of when other guys are flirting with you. His height and his appearance makes it easy to scare away guys who are hitting on you. Luckily, so far he hasn’t had to hurt anyone who’s gotten too close to you, but a few glares and a few jabs have been sent their way as a warning not to mess with you.
The serene moments when John actually talks to you about his life before he met you. The details are always skewed, and he doesn’t always answer your questions right away, but over the years that you’d known him, you’d started to build what he did, what he regrets and what he doesn’t.
Whenever he talks to you about it, he always reassures you by brushing your hair back and giving a kiss to your forehead. You helped him leave that life behind him, and for that, he was thankful. Because, now he had you. He had a life, he had love. Things he never really had all to himself before. And he’d make sure to hold onto as tightly as he could.
John learns that love is something that is not just given randomly. You fell in love with him, and he fell in love with you. That’s all there is to it.
I HAVE SO MANY MORE BUT I DONT HAVE THE TIME TO TYPE THEM ALL OUT RIGHT NOW. *SCREAMS* Reblogs and likes are appreciated. Thanks guys :)
Summary: Dean gets a little jealous/turned on watching reader hustle pool.
Word Count: 2200
Warnings: Smut, Language
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I watch her from across the bar, from the booth Sam and I snagged by the wall. She knows my eyes are on her, it’s part of the thrill. It’s her night to hustle pool, she insists on contributing. I know she can handle herself, but I get kinda protective watching her.
And jealous. I mean, I know it’s part of the con, the way she leans over that table, the way her breasts press together when she lines up a shot. The way she giggles and smiles and teases her marks.
She told me once that there were two rules for a woman hustling pool. First, make sure the guy you’re hustling feels like he can easily beat you. Building their confidence is key. Second, make them feel like they have a shot at fucking you. Follow those two rules and you’re golden, she said. Every fucking time.
Men underestimate her when she’s in the short skirt and the tank top with plunging neckline. If I’ve learned one thing in this life, it’s never underestimate a woman. She proves the rule. Sam and I always keep a close eye on her, because there’s always that one guy that pushes a little too hard, a little too fast, gets a little too handsy.
She’s never needed us for backup, but it never fails to make my blood boil when they put hands on her. She lets them, it’s part of the game. They’ll wrap an arm around her waist or line up behind her to “help” her with a shot. I know it’s all part of the hustle, but it makes me feel a little crazy. And it makes me horny as fuck.
I started the show for Jenna Coleman, now I watch it for Drummond and Alfred!!
I really hope Drummond doesnt die next week, I want love and then xmas romance for Christmas! Seriously tho, they better not kill him!
Show: Victoria Song: Wicked Game (feat. Annaca) - Ursine Vulpine
Summary: It’s dancing night, down in the Bronx, and there’s only room for two. The nights never end, nor do the sights. It’s a free show for all, a delight for those who haven’t seen it yet and a guilty pleasure for those who have. For, it’s a battle for the two devils, and a game for all those in their paths.
Word Count: 2.8K
Warnings: Dom/sub undertones, spanking, brat taming (?), Daddy kink
The Bronx does NOT refer to the actual place in the United States. It’s the name of the club they’re at.
It starts with a simple touch, a casual tap to the shoulder. There’s a lull in conversation at that very moment, and you let your eyes drift upward, locking with his.
There’s an otherworldly beauty to him that makes the stars dim in comparison, that makes even the darkest of the days brighten up. They say he’s inhuman, that he’s like a Godsend on earth, but very few know the truth.