🚬🍒Imagine being Constantine’s apprentice. He’s super apprehensive of taking you on at first. You’re too young, too sweet, too everything he’s not. But there’s just something about you that he can’t deny, both in himself, and the connection that you have with spirits and the supernatural. He ends up relying on you in ways he didn’t think possible, he considered himself an independent man before he met you.

🚬🍒 Sure, they’re times he tells himself he’ll do the right thing and scare you off for good this time, yelling at you like a boy who’s trying to frighten off his dog for their own good. Yet, you come back, forever loyal to him in ways he can’t understand. He hates himself for how good you feel, for how soft and smooth your body is under his hands, for how weak you make him. If anyone, anyone, ever tried to hurt you, let’s just say there’d be hell to pay.

🚬🍒 If he were a more mushy, feelings kind of person, would tell you that his favorite times with you is one of two scenarios. One being the time in between jobs, going to shady hotel rooms and watching you undress after a long day, still crawling into bed with him despite all the carnage he’s raged, even if his targets are demons that deserve it. You turn on the cable TV, something loud to drown out what’s about to happen. Your silky legs straddle him, forcing his tired body down after a long, hard day, and taking what you want from him while he watches you ride him, the pleasure building in you both. He likes letting you take this time to take control, smoking a cigarette while you thrust yourself up and down on him, his cock nestled deep inside you just how you like.

🚬🍒 He watches with awe at how angelic you are, sweaty and needy on top of him, so desperate and so close to finishing. He only puts his cigarette out on the ash tray on the bedside table when he’s sure you’ve taken what you want, what he knows someone like you deserves. Only then will his rough hands grip your hips, flipping you effortlessly until your under him. He slips perfectly between your thighs, his mouth already devouring your sweet breasts, eating up every inch of you, kisses and bite marks up your neck until he’s sucking on your bottom lip, taking his time inside you. The only time he can truly let go is when his cock is buried deep between your legs.

🚬🍒The other time he cherishes with you is when the hunt is on. You this serious look on your face, and your investigation skills far out match his. The way you walk into a place, your hips swaying and your doe eyes batting to get the information you need. It turns him on like no other to watch you. The way you for focus, telling him to shut up on many occasions (the way you’re the only one he’d let slide with that), just so you can divine the exact information you two need in the moment. He’s not even really sure he believes in all that psychic shit, but when he looks at you, well, there’s a lot he’d start to believe…

bittersweet 🖤 a yandere!john wick x fem!reader coffee shop sunshine/grump au - 110,355 words 😲 - NOW COMPLETE!

BONUS-spin off AU featuring Tom Ludlow and Jack Traven...

Raw I mean awww!! He’s so cute!!

19 keanu reeves and an alex winter as a treat :-)

if you haven’t joined the Keanu discord server movie night yet what are you doing with your lives??? 🥰❤️

Neo's apartment, alternative angles

Keanu Reeves as Donnie Barksdale The Gift (2000) | Dir. Sam Raimi

Kai's aesthetics from 47 Ronin has older Don John vibes...

Complex, morally grey anti-hero, haunted by the tragic circumstances of his birth and the unfairness faced in life. Yeah, definitely NOT related to how I see him...

He is full of rage, hungry for power.

Restless, ambitious, and cynical to a fault.

But he would burn down this world for you without a second thought, topple it all.

Kingdoms and empires are meant to return to dust, and people are all forgotten graves and ashes.

But love stays, and he thinks his is the greatest of all; he shall be canonised for his unflinching devotion.

They’re the same

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

John Wick in the rain pt2

☕ ❀･. ˳ . Coffee Shop AU

A new coffee shop had just opened near your campus - small and cozy. One morning, running late and barely awake, you ducked inside. You were half-buried in your phone, scrolling through lecture notes with one hand, gripping your backpack strap with the other, too focused on cramming to bother looking around.