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JOHN WICK
ordinary, corrupt human love. [series] [ongoing]
chapter 1: written in blood. | chapter 2: you get me closer to god |
Summary: John finds himself a new obsession.
Warnings: explicit sexual content. age gap. stalking. unhealthy relationships. obsessive behaviour. emotional manipulation. gaslighting. dom/sub undertones. naĂŻve!reader & dark!john.
Absolutely fucking adore the idea of Constantine having a very talkative and energetic little human around that he calls âbunnyâ and treats you like one, treats you like a pet.
You really think that youâre Constantineâs sidekick because you follow him around everywhere he goes and youâre basically living in his apartment because you just â never â fucking â leave. No matter what Constantine does, no matter how mean he treats you, you just canât bring yourself to hate him because he just might be the only light you have in your life â which is a weird thing to say considering Constantine probably possesses the most darkest mind in the world and you havenât even seen half of it.
When heâs in a good mood, heâd treat you out for a dinner and actually conversates with you like a normal human being (even though nothing about him â or you â is normal) and tell demon and angel stories youâd always find yourself drawn into, chin on your palm, wide doe eyes while listening to his deep voice talk.
Most of the time youâd get very excited about something and very eager to learn that youâre practically vibrating in your seat. Itâs such a normal occurrence to Constantine that he knows how to deal with you when youâre in that state of mind.
âWait so â if demons and angels exist, is there a possibility that vampires are also true? Are they real? Please, tell me theyâre real â I mean, have you ever met one before, John? God, that would be so freaking cool. I always wanted to be a vampire ââ
Constantine lets you talk. Even though he wouldnât quite grasp the other words that youâre saying because he really feels like youâre rapping instead of talking. Not to mention the hand movements youâd do while you spew random little facts out of nowhere, or when youâd remember a memory from childhood that youâll end up telling him; Constantine really does find you quite adorable.
And youâre a bit energetic too. Well, a bit wouldnât really cover it. Youâre full blown energetic who sometimes acts like you drank five cans of caffeine the moment you open your eyes, but Constantine knows all your energy is natural and comes from your heart.
You wouldnât be able to sit down next to him at a diner without your hands fiddling with something or when you just really⌠couldnât keep your mouth shut. Itâs a hard thing to do, really.Â
Then thereâs Constantine, who likes to take advantage of your behavior by saying something really perverted and inappropriate.
âHey, bunny.â
âWhat?â
âWould my cock be enough to get you to stop talking?â
âGood one. But that would only make it a lot worse.â
âI know. Iâve heard it,â heâd snicker, then would press a kiss on your cheeks that would make you flutter and scoff in annoyance. He always smelled like cigarettes and something minty. âIâm joking, bun.â
âYeah, it would be a joke if it wasnât true,â you rolled your eyes. âYouâve witnessed my mouth doing a lot more work than usual when Iâm sucking your dick.â
âWell, you should be proud of yourself, bun. Looks like your mouth got more talent other than talking.â
âHaha, very funny.â
His comments like that donât really offend you or anything because you know heâs joking. You know he secretly loves your rambles despite being mean about it, because thatâs just how he is.
But during sex, itâs a whole different story.
Constantine has a habit of making you cry on the bed by making your rambles even worse. He knows that you ramble when youâre either feeling flustered, nervous, or horny, and most of the time you get all those feelings at once when youâre in front of his cock, which means a sudden flip of the switch inside your brain just goes off and you start saying these deliciously filthy words that never fails to make Constantine hard.
âWhatâs that, little bun? I didnât hear you,â Constantine smirked, voice teasing as his hand gripped the base of his thick cock, smearing the dripping tip all over your lips as you struggled to catch your breath after he fucked your throat. âWhere did my little talkative bunny go, hm? Why is she not talking?â
âJâJohnââ
âOh? Whatâs that? Is the little bunny speaking?â Constantine mocked, pulled his dick away from your mouth as he gripped your chin with one hand. âIf my bunny wants my attention, thatâs not the right name she should be addressing me, yeah? Already forgot our rules around here, bun? I let you get a taste of my cock and youâre already defying me?â
âNoâno, no, d-daddy, thatâs notâthatâs not what I mean,â you sniffled, your eyes getting teary from your kneeling position as well as when you heard Constantineâs mocking voice above you. âDaddy, pleaseâjust wantâjust want your cock in my pussy again, p-pleaseââ
âOh, you do? Poor little bunny is so wet and horny now, hm? My little bunny is feeling so empty?â
âY-yes, daddy, IâI feel so emptyââ
âLook at you crying. You look so pathetic,â he grinned, grabbing you by the hair and throwing you on the bed. You were already naked, already covered in bruises from the makeout session earlier and the handprint on your ass was starting to become more evident and red as minutes went by. âWhere does my bunny want daddyâs cock, huh? Where do you want it, bun, tell me.â
âIâIn myâIn my pussy, daddy, want it in myâmy cunnyââ you sniffled again, pawing at his shoulders as your tears were starting to blur your vision. âDaddy, pleaseâplease, I want you so badâmiss your cock so much, feel so empty and wet and I just wannaââ
âShhh, bun, I know. I know what you want,â he petted your hair with one hand while his other was guiding his cock in your cunt, the fat tip circling teasingly on your already puffy pussy lips and not quite going in. âWish I could record you like this and make you watch it after. Fucking show you how filthy you are while begging for my cock. All the dirty shit you say when youâre so desperate for me.â
You keened, nodding absentmindedly even though you didnât understand a single word he said. Your mind was only focusing on the delicious feeling of his cock rubbing against your sloppy cunt.
âYesâyes, please, daddy, d-do what you wantâdo want you want, Iâm yoursâbunny is all yoursââ
âThatâs right. Thatâs my little bunny, knowing her place and where she rightfully belongs,â Constantine grinned, and it was only then he slammed his cock all the way inside you, stretching your walls wide as you bite onto his shoulders to keep yourself from waking up the entire building. âI would choose this tight little pussy over entering the fucking gates of heaven.â
I truly think that the first time with John would be loving yet rough. Iâm sorry, but thatâs just how I paint him out to be.
Heâs a killer, so itâs no surprise that his hands are naturally heavy and rough. He would touch your body with those large, dangerous hands, forever tainting it with his cruelty and brutality, making you submit yourself to his mercy.
For a man with few words, John sure does have his ways to make you shake and crumble under his touch while he says the most filthy, diabolical shit that could make even the devil blush. For some reason, he just finds you so beautiful wrecked and fucked that he canât keep his words to himself.
The first time the two of you had sex, it was because he was jealous. You knew he was jealous but he didnât admit that he was, and that was enough answer for you to get fucked as soon as the two of you arrived at your apartment.
It was a miracle that you managed to make him come with you to a company party even though all he did all night was stand beside you like heâs your bodyguard. Well, in a sense, he was your bodyguard, but his particular outfit that night got your co-workers wondering how the hell you were able to afford one.
John had kept his hand on the small of your back the majority of the night, like that was enough to show everybody that he was not only your bodyguard but also your very loving boyfriend who tolerated everyone in that room just for you.
But when he left to go to the bathroom and came back to a sight of another man being too friendly to you, John only realized that the whole âhand on the backâ wasnât enough to shoo those motherfuckers away.
John settled himself beside you again, but this time, he made sure to wrap his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his warmth, pretending like the other man beside you wasnât there, because John could really not bother to care.
âHave I left you for too long?âÂ
âWhat?â You furrowed your brows, confused.
John didnât answer after that, but he did glance at the man who was already staring at him and his actions the moment he arrived. He also didnât introduce himself, the man simply didnât deserve it.
âUh, is he your boyfriend?â The man interjected, and you felt Johnâs fingers twitch gripping your waist.
âOhâuh, yeah, he is,â you replied sheepishly, then turning your head to smile tightly at John who was just raising a brow at you. âYou probably thought he was my bodyguard, eh? Everyoneâs been saying that the moment we arrived.â
âYeah, I thought that, too,â he laughed awkwardly.
The conversation soon died out. Maybe it had something to do with the man just feeling really awkward because he truly didnât know John was your boyfriend, or maybe it had something to do with the fact that John had been staring at him dead in the eyes threateningly while you werenât looking.
When the two of you were on your way home, John had been dead silent with his hand on your thigh the only thing indicating that heâs not as mad as he made himself out to be and he was just really jealous. You know a jealous man when you see one, you just didnât think youâd see John being jealous first hand.
âCome on, babe, you really not going to speak?â You whined from your seat, grabbing his rough hand to your softer ones as you placed a kiss on the back of it. When you didnât get a reaction, you pouted childishly. âJooohhnnnn. Babeeeeee. Babyyyyy.â
John still didnât react. He kept his eyes on the road.
âYouâre for real ignoring me because youâre jealous? Really, John? Bit childish, isnât it?â
Then, his eyes narrowed as he ripped his focus on the road and onto yours. âIâm not jealous.â
âSo that gets you talking?â
âBecause Iâm not jealous.â
âSure, sure.â You nodded your head like youâre convinced, and you saw John turned his attention back on the road again. You took this opportunity to continue poking at him. âI mean, it was kinda your fault that he assumed I was single.â
John hit the brakes too hard than usual at the red light, and that was enough to prove your theory that he was, in fact, jealous.
He looked at you offended, and it was kinda hard to believe that you were getting to see that expression on his face first hand considering he rarely ever shows any emotions.
âYou know Iâm not very big on PDA,â he grumbled under his breath. âI thought my hand on your back was enough. Clearly he didnât get the memo.â
âSo you are jealous?â
Again, he didnât respond. For a very dangerous well known assassin, John was sure as hell a bit childish when it came to you, but you liked that about him. That only meant he trusted you enough to feel vulnerable around you, show you a side of him he never showed to any one else.
John parked his car in the parking lot and the two of you walked in comfortable silence. You had your arm tangled with his, walking side by side until you reached the elevator. It was only then you had felt the touch of his hand on your ass.
âWell, well, well⌠Is John Wick finally making the first move?â
Maybe teasing him was a bad idea, because your smirk was immediately wiped off when youâre thrown against the wall and creating a loud bang.
âJohn, holy shit, I donât wanna pay for the damageââ
âShut up,â he growled under his breath, ducking his face down and inhaling your scent, opening his mouth to suck the skin, his sharp teeth bruising your neck that you yelped and wrapped your arms around his broad back.Â
âJâJohn, please donât fuck me hereâI wanna get fuâfucked on a real bed for our first timeââ
Before he could even answer, the elevatorâs door opened and he hauled himself off you in a matter of seconds. An old woman walked in, not bothering to look at the two of you as she pressed on the button to go up. Youâre one floor above, you and John were just sharing side glances the entire ride.
When you reached your floor, John was the one to grip your wrist and pull you out of the elevator, already getting your keys in his suit pocket while you trip and giggle following behind him.
âIâm so excitedââ
âIâm glad you find this amusing.â
âAre you kidding? Iâm about to get fucked by my boyfriend for the first time in our relationship, of course Iâm excited.â
Once John opened the door, he pushed you inside in no time and slammed it behind him. âWho said anything about fucking you?â
âWhat?â You pouted, growing confused.Â
âWhat if I donât want to? What if I think you donât deserve my cock?â
And instantly, you flushed at the words that came out of his mouth that you couldnât reply anything other than a gasp when he launched himself forward and pressed his lips to you. His beard tickled your chin as his hands went behind your thighs, lifting you off the floor and wrapped your legs around his body.
âI was holding myself back for so long, I was doing so well, I was waiting for the moment to fuck you in a bed of roses like you deserve, but that guy just had to come in and ruin all my self control,â John said against your mouth, pressing his hard cock in his pants against your already wet cunt as he slammed you against the wall.
âI dâdonât want a bed of roses anyways,â you breathed, moaning at the feeling of his hot, throbbing crotch against your own, wanting nothing but to just pull it out and shove it inside you and ride him all night long, but it seemed like John had another idea of how the night would go. âPlease, John, justâjust fuck me, come on, I know you want toââ
âI donât like how that guy was looking at you earlier. Like you were some piece of meat,â he nipped at your neck, you felt another wave of wetness drip out of you just from his voice. âJust want to mark you up, bruise your neck and body just so everyone would know youâre fucking mineââ
âOh godââ
And thatâs how you found yourself with legs spread on the bed with John between them. His right hand was around your throat, his other was gripping your hair hard, and his cock was pounding in and out of you like there was no tomorrow.
Heâs so fucking big â so huge, so large, Jesus Christ â and you swore you were squealing like a pig. Your cunt was so sloppy and wet, the sound of your wetness squelching around Johnâs cock was making you so dizzy and lightheaded, not to mention when he was tightening the hand around your throat every few seconds, you were keening and moaning like a whore as you rambled all your dirty thoughts.
âOh godâoh god, John, pleaseâplease, you feel sâso goodââ you moaned, nails digging at his back as the bedpost slammed against the wall with each thrust. âWantedâwanted this for sâso long. So big and huge andâfuck, Iâm gonnaââ
âFuck, youâre so wet,â John commented, letting his eyes wander between your bodies as he watched his thick cock plummeling inside your tight little cunt, clit puffy and sore from him sloppily eating you out earlier and he couldnât be any more proud. You were so sensitive and reactive, every touch delivered a noise out of you. âCum on my cock, princess. Make a mess all over my dick and Iâll fill you up so deep youâll feel me until the next week.â
That was the line that threw you over the edge. Head thrown back and screaming, you held onto his back as you came around his cock, knowing the night was only just beginning.
iâm sorry to all the people in my inbox that i havenât had the time to answer your requests and everything !! maybe tomorrow when i have the time !!
omg omg (i really need professional help) i had this Vision of dark+DARK+mean!john wick learning about an asshole who bullied their bunny-really-the-nicest-human-being!reader back during her school years (the reader cluelessly mentions it during conversation). john is not just angry outraged etc, he is The Rage, The War, The Biblical Day of Wrath, so he finds that guy, beats/tortures the living shit out of him and then brings his absolutely clueless little pretty bunny so that she could finish him. john is behind the reader, his arms wrapped around her arms, his hands on her shaking hands holding a gun pointing at the barely breathing man tied to a chair. the reader is crying begging to stop, and john goes "he deserves it, honey <3. now, right kneecap. go, princess, don't let me down".
Oh my god I have something for you.
Letâs give it a very dark twist, shall we? Weâll stick to this concept, but letâs make it even darker.
TW: mentions of past sexual and physical abuse, blood and gore, graphic depiction of torture, john being a very very mean man like he is fucked in the head may god bless his soul, john is also forcefully making the reader kill the man so thereâs that.
It was a slip of your tongue. You didnât notice it, but John surely did. You were used to rambling your thoughts away, a habbit that John adores so much, hearing your voice and telling him everything thatâs in your head, because it means youâre not keeping any secrets from him.
A supposed to be peaceful Saturday night ruined Johnâs whole week, but he didnât let it show. He kept himself composed around you, smiling so softly when youâd share a random fact about the things youâre holding or whatever comes in mind. Heâs a master in the arts of keeping his expression controlled despite his emotions practically clawing their way out of his fucking lungs.
Your head was on his lap as he brushed your hair with his long fingers softly. For a hand thatâs killed too many people to count, itâs surprisingly merciful around you. A shitty horror movie was playing on the TV but your attention quickly diverted to somewhere else when you watched a rather familiar scene in the film.
âOh, man, that sucks. I know how it feels, I used to get hit by my ex-boyfriend all the time.â
What the fuck, John thought. His fingers stopped their movements as he furrowed his eyebrows. You said it as a whisper too but he heard it. He heard it fucking clearly.
âWhat?â
âHuh?â You moved your head to look up to him. âYou said something?â
âYou did,â John pointed out. âAbout your ex-boyfriend. What did you say?â
âOhhh,â you said in realization, but your tone was calm. Like it was the most fucking normal thing to say in a conversation. âYeah, he was mean. He used to hit me every time I made a very small mistake, but he said sorry when we broke up.â
John didnât know what to say. He was frozen, trying to comprehend the words that were being thrown at him all at once.
His baby â the love of his life, someone who cannot even hurt a fucking ant â just dropped a bomb that she was a victim of abuse.
âWhy didnât you tell me about this before?â John tried to keep his voice leveled, soft, as he placed a large hand on your cheek and pulled you up so he could take a good look at your face.
âWell, you didnât ask. And itâs not like it mattered anymore. I went to therapy and everything was back to normal.â
âNo, thatâs not ââ he closed his eyes in frustration, trying so hard to keep his shit together. âDid he do anything else? Where is he now?â
âHeâsâheâs doing fine. I donât know where he is, itâs been awhile since weâve gotten in touch.â
John could hear the tremble in your voice, like you knew what was going to come, like you knew what heâs going to do.
He didnât answer after you said that. He looked away from you, put his attention back to the television.
You shrugged it off, hoping he would let it go.
*
He did not, in fact, let it go.
You came home one day after work to see him being rather... cheery than usual. It was unusual in itself. John being particularly cheery was not something you see in your everyday life.
He had already cooked dinner when you arrived, ate it beside you with an arm around your shoulders. He was also crooning at your ears, asking about your day if something special happened.
âI have a surprise for you.â
Your eyebrows flew up, curious yet amused. Is this why he was cheery all of a sudden?
He led you to his basement â a place where youâre never allowed to go, always bolted shut and completely restricted to you. You were getting a pretty bad feeling about this.
âWhatâwhat are we doing here, John?â
Again, he didnât answer. You could see the grim, dark expression on his face as he opened the door. The face you only ever see when he was just coming back from a long, tiring day at work. The face you only see you know he just slaughtered someone.
Turns out, he did.
Not exactly slaughtered, but close enough.
The man who made you go through hell for years, tied up in a chair in the middle of the room, missing all his fingers on both his feet and hands.
âJohn, what theââ
Your boyfriend pushed a heavy pistol in your hand, and your heart is beating so hard inside your chest you couldnât speak properly. You havenât yet got the time to comprehend what was happening. It was all too fast.
âPull it.â
âJ-John, please donâtââ
âPull it,â John repeated. He didnât like repeating himself. You know this. He was standing behind you, his chest pressing against your back, warm and broad and his voice sounded so menice and fucking evil andâ âPull it, baby, before I do it myself.â
âWhy are youââ your voice was shaking as well as your hands. You wanted to drop the weapon but you knew it wouldnât do you any good, not when John was just behind you. âWhy are you doing this, John? Please let himâlet him go, it was a long time agoââ
âI donât care,â he said simply, one large hand sneaking down to grab your wrist thatâs holding the gun, pointing it directly at the man whoâs â Jesus, was he still alive? You saw him move, he flinched, then let out a cough that made more blood from his mouth drip onto his lap. âI havenât killed him yet because thatâs your job.â
âN-Noââ tears were forming into your eyes. The feeling of Johnâs hand gripping yours was already too much to bear, much worse pointing it to the man who abused and neglected you during your relationship, but why were you feeling bad? âJohn, IâI donât w-want to, John, please, I donât wantââ
John sighed, disappointed, but he didnât let you go. Instead, he leaned down closer to your ear and pressed a soft kiss there. His beard tickled, making you flinch and let out a shaky breath as you gulped hard.
âJohn, heâI know youâre doing this because you think itâs best, but IâI promise you that itâs not worth itâitâs in the past and, andââ
âExcuses, excuses,â John whispered, standing straight and taking a step away from you, positioning himself in front of the gun. âHere you are, begging for the life of the man who abused you in the past. Donât you think that sounds absolutely ridiculous, baby?â
âItâs notâitâs not ridiculous, John, I promised! Weâwe talked one time after our breakup and heâhe apologized for everything, I swearâI swear, John, it was all in the pastââ
John cut off your rambling with an evil stare, and it was so unlike him that it scared you right to the very core. âPull the trigger or I will. Iâll put a fucking hole in his head, saw it off and send it to his little wife and children back in Vegas.â
âJohnââ you sobbed. âJohn, pleaseââ
âDid you know that I made him confess every diabolical shit that heâd done to you every time I chop off one of his fingers?â John said it in such a calm and steady tone that it made you only afraid of him even more. âI chopped all his fingers, and he still wonât stop confessing more. Can you believe that?â
âIt wonât be the same if Iâm the one who pulls the trigger now, would it? It wouldnât be fair, because Iâm not the one who suffered under his hands,â John pushed even further, walking back to his original position behind you, gripping your arm and pointing the pistol directly at his head. âIf you donât pull that fucking trigger in the next five second, Iâll let you use a chainsaw to do it and trust me when I say you wouldnât want it messy.â
You gulped, feeling yourself grow more and more afraid as John stood behind you. He was radiating anger, but he was keeping it at bay, though his swear words might be some of the leakage of his emotions he couldnât contain any longer.
âI donât wantâdonât make me d-do this, Johnââ
âOne...â
âJohn, pleaseââ
âTwo....â His voice was scary. Deep and level, and the grip on your arm tightened. You felt suffocated.
âIâm gonna throw u-up if Iââ
âThree...â He was getting agitated.
The manâs head rose up from his position earlier to meet your eyes, and you swore you felt your stomach churn. His eyes were fucking gone.
The man opened his mouth to speak and a weak voice came. âD-Donâtââ
You pulled the trigger.
âThereâs my little bunny.â
You dropped the gun as soon as his brains flew against your face and onto the wall, painting it red. You couldnât bear to watch any further. You turned with a sob and buried your face in Johnâs chest, crying hysterically as he soothed you calmly by petting your head.
âGood girl. You did so fucking good, Iâm so proud of you.â
ordinary, corrupt human love. | chapter 2: you get me closer to god.
Summary: John is a manipulator, and she, is the new subject of his obsession.
Warnings: this chapter contains stalking, mentions of large age gap, graphic descriptions of violence, and manipulation.
read the warnings. john is not only a menace, he is evilllll.
Authorâs note: and we are back, baby. today, in this chapter, you are going to be witnessing a LOT of fucked up shit from none other than john wick himself. my manâs been doing a lot, god bless his poor soul.
also may i remind you all that the reader here is naive! she is stupid! she is not the brightest! sheâs just desperate for attention and affection, so her decisions are always stupid and all of that. (please do not hate her, she is trying her best.)
this took me a while to write because itâs long asf and also because you know me, i always struggle with the english language, but i hope i wonât disappoint you with this chapter!
thank you so much for waiting and continuing to support this fic! really, it gives me a lot of motivation to keep writing, and i really appreciate all your sweet comments and reblogs on my last post.
i hope you also enjoy this new chapter since weâre going to have another peak of what goes on in johnâs dark, dark mind. (I PROMISE THE SEX SCENE WOULD BE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.)
and again, this is not edited so all mistakes are on me! i really do apologize, english is not my first language.
Word count: 10.6k
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In this business, youâd see different kinds of reactions when a man walks into a room.
They all see themselves above everybody else. They think theyâre better, deadlier, smarter. Thatâs the kind of mindset you need if you want to survive. How will you get out of being held at gunpoint when youâre a weakling?
When a man walks into a room, theyâll take a moment to stare.
On the outside, youâd think these people have a lot of respect for one another since they all work in the same circle anyway. But in real life, youâd see the blatant lack of respect these people truly have for each other, because theyâll stare and judge.
When John walks into a room, itâs a different story.
Fear.
John is not like any other man in business they think they could just judge and get away with it, no. John is well respected and feared. He could see it in their eyes when he pass by. The extreme discomfort and alarm to be in the same presence as him. Even if they try so hard to hide it, John sees right through them.
They view him as⌠something but human. Heâs a killing machine. An attack dog. A monster, some would even say.Â
Back in the days, John wasnât exactly fond of the names theyâve been giving him. When he was still new in the game, he didnât like how he struck fear over these people because he wasnât quite sure how to handle the power he truly has over them.
But now, something has shifted.
John is a free man. Not the kind of free when he was with Helen, but free nonetheless. Free because instead of getting alarmed with the fact that heâs feared all over this underworld, heâs taking advantage of it. Much to the higher ups dismay. They have been having a very hard time keeping up with his recent activities.
Growing up, it seemed like John got the worst sadistic discipline in Ruska Roma.
All of them did, donât get him wrong. All of them suffered â blood, sweat and tears. They were all forced to go through extreme discipline, because itâs the crack of the whip that gets the rats going.
But John⌠John got the worst of it.
He used to take the fall for his fellow students. Fingers couldnât count just how many times he was belted on the back for someone elseâs mistake. The amount of times he was starved, denied of any kind of food or water, and thatâs how itâs always been.
John has always been denied for the things he wanted. The things he needed.
Now, he is not greedy. Heâs not just going to take everything in his way like a kid that got away from its parentsâ grip, because he doesnât want a lot of things. John already has a house, a dog companion, enough money to last forever.
John already has everything except her.
His most happy moments couldnât compete with the hot curl within his guts that he feels every time his mind flashes back to that night. That night when she gave in, when she gave herself away to him â willingly.Â
John didnât need to give her a little push to finally get her. She practically offered herself to him, bared her neck and Johnâs itching to take a bite. To finally make her his once and for all, but really, he doesnât need to do that to know that sheâs his.Â
Like he said, heâs not going to force himself into her life. Heâs going to be welcomed. By the looks of it, it seems like it wouldnât be such a hard thing to do after all. Not when sheâs already giving up information about herself to John through texts â sheâs practically making it easy for him to get her.
So naive. Doesnât got a fucking clue in the world.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Fucking mine â
John looks at his phone, reading the messages both of them sent each other the night before, and there it is again. The itch in his hands, the need to possess.
13.06.15 11:46 PM
Bambi: hello! this is Y/N from the club the other night
13.06.15 11:46 PM
Bambi: also that Y/N who returned your super expensive looking coin hehe ;) i hope you didnât forget about me!
John changed her name on his phone. He changed it to something more⌠intimate. More sweet.Â
13.06.15 11:48 PM
John : I could never.
13.06.15 11:48 PM
John : Youâre hard to forget.
He remembers â no, saw â how she responded. With a smile on her face, hopeful.
13.06.15 11:49 PM
Bambi : using my words against me, i see :DÂ
13.06.15 11:49 PM
Bambi : good to know youâre still as slick as the last time we chatted haha
13.06.15 11:49 PM
John : Hard not to. I wanted to impress you.
13.06.15 11:50 PM
Bambi : you already did.
13.06.15 11:50 PM
Bambi : with all your brooding and intimidating look. just my type ;DÂ
John smiles to himself as he reads the message. He remembers the look on her face when sheâs typing, and hasn't got a clue that the man sheâs flirting with was observing her just from across her building. John wouldnât call it invading her privacy, he calls it keeping her safe.
13.06.15 11:50 PM
Bambi : anywho i asked for your number for a reason. i really do want to talk to you again. not just in chat, i mean, but also in real life :)Â
13.06.15 11:50 PM
Bambi : maybe we could get to know each other more? what do you say??? meet up again, but this time planned unlike our other previous meetups?? haha
He is not a teenager to be feeling this giddy over reading messages, but she truly brings out something shameful in him.
13.06.15 11:51 PM
John : I should be the one asking you that.
13.06.15 11:51 PM
Bambi : you were taking too looonggg :(Â
13.06.15 11:51 PM
Bambi : so what do ya think?
13.06.15 11:52 PM
John : Of course Iâll go. I told you Iâd make time for you, didnât I?
13.06.15 11:52 PM
John : Iâm a man of my word.
13.06.15 11:52 PM
Bambi : ok thatâs great! i was so worried you wouldnât say yes.
John had averted his eyes from the phone that night and onto the little lady across the building. She was rolling around on her bed, still dressed in her pink, fluffy robe and her hair was still wet. She looks like a puppy that John wanted to pet; stroke her hair and tell her sheâs his good girl.
13.06.15 11:52 PM
John : When do you want to meet?Â
13.06.15 11:53 PM
Bambi : aahhhhh letâs see
13.06.15 11:53 PM
Bambi : i have classes tomorrow morning BUTTT we can def meet up during lunch! i get out of school at like 12 and go to work at 3 :D
I know, John wanted to say. Iâve memorized your everyday schedule in the span of two days.
13.06.15 11:53 PM
John : How about I pick you up from your school, we grab lunch, and I drop you off to work?
13.06.15 11:53 PM
John : Or is it too soon?Â
13.06.15 11:53 PM
Bambi : oh my god no way REALLY?
13.06.15 11:53 PM
Bambi : nooo itâs not too soon donât worry! you def could so we have more time to talk and everything! i just hope i wonât be bothering you or anything.
13.06.15 11:53 PM
Bambi : do you have work tomorrow? you look like a 9 to 5 kinda guy :PÂ
God, sheâs fucking adorable.Â
13.06.15 11:54 PM
John : I donât, so you donât have to worry. Iâd love to talk to you more as well.
13.06.15 11:54 PM
Bambi : ok! i cannot wait for tomorrow. i should probably sleep now tho so i wouldnât look shitty when you see me :DÂ
13.06.15 11:54 PM
Bambi : here is the address of my school. [Address]
13.06.15 11:54 PM
Bambi : canât wait to see you tomorrow, john! goodnight, see you soon! x
13.06.15 11:55 PM
John : Goodnight, sweet girl. Have a good sleep.
John hadnât meant to type that. He felt his heart drop to his stomach, terrified that he somehow scared her away with the sudden affection. But then he saw her read his message, dropped her phone on the bed, and then rolled over again like a lap dog.
Sheâs too easy to tame, so gullible. John almost couldnât believe how fast she folded, how desperate she really is. But then again, he could say the same about himself. Lonely and desperate, they were meant to be together. He likes to believe God had put them in this position because of fate, because he has a plan for every single one of us.
Johnâs never been the one to believe in Him, but he finds himself grasping to that very little delusion that keeps him from going insane.
*
11:55 AM, the students are already making their way out of their designated buildings.Â
John is keeping his guard on high alert, eyes scanning the crowd to find her. Heâs parked just across the school gate, leaning against his car as he checks the time on his wrist. Heâs also holding his phone in the other, waiting for it to vibrate in case she drops a message.
Heâs never felt this giddy before. Hands clammy and eyes searching frantically, excited because heâs finally getting to spend alone time with her, but also worried in fear of losing her in the crowd. John doesnât like it when he doesnât have the upper hand. When he doesnât have control of the situation. When sheâs not in his line of vision and could be doing god knows what without his supervision.
He checks his phone again. 11:58, where is she?
John knows at this time, she should be out and about already, waiting for a cab to her apartment. His fingers itch, hovering over the screen of his phone. He begins contemplating if he should send a message, but that would make him look demanding and clingy. He doesnât want to leave that kind of impression on her, or otherwise heâd have no choice but to abduct her and keep her locked away if she thinks about running â
He blinks, sucking in deep breath.Â
âShit,â he whispers, looking up to the school gate again. This isnât good. What the fuck was he even thinking?Â
John tries not to think about it. Tries to convince himself that he is not as fucked up as his mind is making him out to be. He wouldnât stoop that low, heâs not that cruel â
Are you not?
A certain someone appears in the crowd, standing outside the school gate, already spotting John and waving at him from across the road. Her face is bright, smiling wide. John never wanted to possess something so bad.
He waves back, all his dark thoughts suddenly gone, and everything is rainbows and sunshine. John watches as she crosses the road carefully, looking left and right, seeming small with the people around her. She looks like a lost puppy.
John wants to pet.
âJohn, hey!â she beams, running up to him to give him a hug which catches John off guard. Sheâs on her tiptoes just to wrap her arms around his broad shoulders, and John doesnât want to make her upset for not immediately reacting with her affection, and so he puts his arm around her waist and bends down to place his chin on her shoulder.Â
He fights the urge to bury his nose in her neck, then maybe sucks a few hickeys, leaving a bite mark to show that the big, bad wolf has already marked his mate.
Sheâs so fucking easy to get, John thinks.
When she pulls away from the hug, John tries not to look disappointed. Her cologne lingers in his nose. âSorry. Force of habit.â
âYou donât ever need to say sorry for that,â John says, faux stern as he places a hand on her waist subtly. She looks like she doesnât mind, thatâs a good thing.
âOkay then,â she smiles politely. âOh, and Iâm sorry if I look like a mess. Just say the words and I would totally change to more appropriate clothes before we go somewhere.â
âYou look beautiful,â John says smoothly, standing up straight. Even though she looks underdressed next to John whoâs wearing a three-piece suit, she is still heart-wrenchingly beautiful. In fact, John likes the contrast.
âT-thanks.â
âShould we go?â
âSure! Iâm excited,â she giggles, the sound practically dancing in his ear. âIâm hungry. Where will we eat?â
âHm, what do you like?â he asks.
âDunno. Burger and milkshake.â
âSounds unhealthy.â
âThe only thing I can afford, unfortunately,â she jokes, though John doesnât answer, only opening the car door for her. âWe should eat in a diner. I know a good one! Also cheap, so you wonât have to worry about the price.â
âI never worry about the price, darling,â John murmurs, but still loud enough for her to hear as she gets inside the vehicle. He swiftly walks to the driverâs seat and starts the car, glancing at his little bambi whoâs observing the interior intensely. âYou like it?â
âItâs so cool. Iâve never been in a car like this.â
âYouâre going to have a lot of firsts when youâre with me.â
As John starts driving, the girl beside him babbles. Not that he minds, of course. He listens and nods, so obsessed with her voice that he could listen to it forever. Itâs amazing how John could easily hide the fact that he was just stalking her from across her apartment the night before in the back of his mind, like it never even happened. Itâs amazing how he could act like he wasnât just thinking about kidnapping her and locking her away from the public forever.
But then again, everything about his little bambi would make anyone risk it all for her. Itâs not just John. Anyone would do the same if they were in his shoes.
âHow was school?â John asks, averting his eyes from the road for a moment to look at her.
âEh, it was alright. Classes always drain me, no wonder Iâm so hungry now,â she answers politely. One of the few things John noticed about her. How she doesnât run out of things to say, how she can get the conversation going. âHow about you? You going to work after our lunch? Youâre dressed up for it.â
âI took the day off today,â he replies vaguely.
âWhat? Why?â
âI have a date with you.â
She seems to be shocked by Johnâs choice of words, but sheâs more concerned with the fact that John took the day off for her. âY-yeah, but you didnât have to do that. We could just go on a date next time.â
âThe sooner, the better,â he explains, feeling another surge of something hot into his veins. She agreed that this is a date. Just how fucking gullible can she get? âWork is no problem for me. I want to get to know you more.â
âO-okay. I wanna get to know you more too.â
When John catches a glimpse of her bright smile beaming at him, his hands tighten around the wheel and he steps on the gas harder.
*
John doesnât like how his mind isnât making him remember about Helen.
He should be remembering her. He should feel some kind of guilt for being in a restaurant with another woman, but he doesnât. Every single day since she died, his mind would always make him think about her. But now, itâs like John completely forgot about her existence at all.
The wedding ring on his finger is long gone. Ever since his unhealthy obsession began, he thought that wearing that while doing something so sinful felt so wrong. Helen shouldnât have to witness all the things he had done in the name of a girl he had only met once that time.
The diner isnât packed with people. The sizzling of the burgers grilling on the pan and the chatters seem to drown out eventually when his little bambi starts talking.
John gives her a small smile, barely there, just to show her that heâs listening, all his attention is on her.
âTime seems to pass by so fast, huh? I remember when I bumped into you the first time, I really thought I wouldnât see you again,â she starts the conversation with a bang, but thankfully Johnâs prepared for this type of talk.
âSo you really wanted to see me then?â he smirks slightly.
âYeah! Youâre really good looking and itâs not always I see a guy as handsome as you in my apartment complex and my school,â she says bluntly, though John could see the faint blush on her cheeks when she mentions the word âgood looking.â âSo of course I had to take my chance when I met you again at that club! God, you were my knight in shining armor. I wouldâve been crushed to death if it wasnât for you.â
âThatâs why you should always be careful on the road. Youâre small, everyone could look past you if you werenât careful enough.â
She pouts, placing her chin on her hand as she stares lovingly at John. âYouâre exaggerating. Iâm not small. Youâre just saying that because youâre too big. And Iâm always careful on the road â it was only that time that I lost balance and almost fell.â
âThen it better not happen again,â John says sharply, leaning back against the cushioned seat as he stares back at her challengingly. âBut thereâs no need to worry for the next time. I wonât let that happen again.â
âNext time?â she teases. âSo you want to see me again next time, then?â
âHave I not made it clear with my actions and words?â John shoots back, raising another eyebrow. She likes it when heâs being stern like this. All authoritative. She might not know it yet, but her body language speaks for itself. âDo you want to see me again?â
The little bambi smiles brightly, and It hurts. It hurts John to see that smile because sheâs just like the sun. But no matter how much she shines, John would do anything just to touch. Just to possess. Just to break.
âOf course! I wouldnât have gotten your number if I didnât, right?â
âGood.â
Itâs not like she could do much anyways if she says no. Nothing will ever stop John from seeing her again, no matter how bad the procedure would be.
The food then arrives and is served on the table, and John thinks he has never felt anything like this before.
His hands have never felt this itchy before. That desperate, longing feeling to just possess the very thing thatâs placed right in front of you. Everything about her is just so captivating, staring up at John like heâs the one who hung the moon, so full of adoration and hope.
Seems like John isnât the only desperate one between the two of them. He could see it in her eyes. Sheâs practically begging him to take care of her.
And really, he canât blame her.
An absent mother and an alcoholic father. No wonder sheâs seeking attention from a man like John. A man old enough to be her father â if not older than her own father. John would be more than willing to fulfill the role her father failed to be when she was young. Heâd do anything to protect her, morals be damned.
She looks too good to be true sitting right in front of him and he didnât think watching someone devour a burger twice as big as her face would be so endearing. The way she licks her lips, the way her eyes sparkle every time John would pay attention to the little things sheâd absentmindedly insert in her stories. No one mustâve given her this kind of attention before. No one but John.
âOh, before I forget!â She places a hand on Johnâs arm thatâs perched on the table. A mere innocent touch, yet he canât help but feel a little giddy on the inside. âWeâve been talking for like, an hour now, and I still havenât asked what your job is. Iâve been really curious ever since you told me you took a day off just for this. Are you like the boss or something?â
Ah. Of course.
A question like this is inevitable, thank god John came prepared.Â
âNo,â he simply says. âIâm a book binder. I collect and restore books as both a hobby and job.â
âWow,â she nods her head, now interested as she leans forward and closer to him. She smells so sweet, John feels like heâs snorting sugar. âI didnât think book binding could earn you so much money. Considering youâre dressed pretty⌠comfortably. And you have a nice car.â
âIt pays enough,â John replies. Sooner or later sheâd find out what he really does for a living, and no doubt sheâd be scared. John already has a plan of action for when that would happen, but for now, heâll try to keep it a secret as long as he can. âPays enough to let me spoil you in the future. In fact, I think I might just start spoiling you now.â
âYou say that to every woman you meet?â She quirks an eyebrow, teasing.Â
âJust for you. Youâre special.â
John sees the way she immediately turns shy and nervous from the statement. It mustâve felt overwhelming, having someone so much older and with more experience to hit on her like that. But John would say it brings a whole different feeling in him, like ego-lifting of some sort, knowing he just might be the only man that treated her right in her life.
Does killing one of her guy friends and storing him in his basement means treating her right? Does stalking her and watching her sleep from across the building is a way to treat her right? Different story to be told for another day.
âI believe you,â she says, smiling.Â
Of course you do.
John diverts her attention from him. âYouâre a veterinary student and also part time in a veterinary clinic. What made you want to pursue it?â
âUh, letâs see. I donât really have like, a very logical reason for it. I just really love animals and I want them to be part of my job as well,â she shrugs. âAs for the part time thing, one of my older friends works there and got me in to gain some experience. I donât really do much, I help with the paperworks and watch how they do stuff around there.â
I know.
âYour unconditional love for animals is logical enough.â
âI know right. Best job in the world, I might add. I get to pet all kinds of different animals everyday, and mind you Iâm not even a real doctor yet,â she giggles, then tilts her head in curiosity. âDo you have a pet, John?â
âI do. I have a dog,â he answers, taking a sip of his own milkshake. Itâs sweet, itâs something heâs not used to, but it reminds him of her. âUnfortunately, I havenât named her yet.â
She frowns. âWhy not?â
âI donât know how to. Iâm not good with names,â John shrugs. This conversation with her alone just might be the longest conversation heâs ever shared with someone ever since Helen died. And even with his late wife, he wasnât as talkative as this. âMaybe you could name her. Sheâs a large pitbull but surprisingly very gentle for her size.â
âOh my god, John, I have to meet her!â She beams. âMaybe on our next date, donât you think? Letâs bring her with us to the park, have a little picnic there or something.â
Next date.
She wants to go on another date with him and she is making this a lot easier for John.
His lips stretch into a rare smile, fingers twitching subtly around the glass as he stares right into her eyes. Thereâs no hidden intention behind them, just pure adoration with a twinge of hope. Probably hopes that John wants the same thing as her, but he wouldnât let her know that she is in for a lot more than she bargained for.
âI canât wait for our next one.â
*
John could still remember the little things that made him feel human.Â
Back in the Marines, when he first killed somebody, he felt a tremendous amount of guilt and self-hating that he couldnât sleep for a week. Heâd have nightmares of it; of holding his gun up to somebodyâs head and blowing it up with just one single movement. The residue of the flesh splattered all over his face, some of them even went to his mouth. His hands shaked but he didnât let his crew see it. In their eyes, that wasnât the first time he had done it.
When he was recruited by Viggo and his little minions, the guilt of killing people was still there, but barely. He used to wish he didnât feel any guilt or remorse at all every time he pulled a trigger, but looking back at it now, he wishes he could just take it all back. It was only guilt that he felt most of his life, but it made John human.
Now, he doesnât feel very human as he stands in the middle of an abattoir holding a machete with pints of blood pooling at his shoes.
Back then, he used to kill. Point, shoot, leave. A very short routine he told himself to stick with unless he wanted to get in trouble. But now, he is not only just killing. John is fucking slaughtering people.
His eyes land on the dead body hanging from the meat hook. Naked, gutted alive just a few moments ago. His stomach is sliced open with his own intestines wrapped around his neck, and it fucking stinks.
The raw stench of human blood mixing with the already reeking smell of the slaughtered pigs hanging just besides the one John had slaughtered himself.Â
Really, John should feel even just a little amount of remorse or disgust. His client didnât particularly gave him a specific order on how to fucking kill the target, John did it himself. He didnât know what the fuck was he thinking when he was doing the wet work, all he knows is that heâs getting worse each day that passes.
The killing part took some time considering the man certainly put up a fight. He was smuggling drugs inside the pigs he was slaughtering. It works on people too, though itâs too risky. Dying with balloons of cocaine up your throat or ass isnât exactly the way youâd want to die, nor the kind of state you want your body to be in.
John really didnât mean to go this far, but all the pent up anger and frustration led him to do something so ugly. He feels like a ticking bomb. Every second a little part of humanity just starts fading away, who knows what would happen if all of it were gone.Â
This is his first kill since his date with his bambi. That was five days ago. John decided to take another job while heâs waiting for her next decision. He doesnât want to look clingy and creepy by constantly texting her every chance he gets, so he lets her do it in her own phase. Though, waiting for her texts sure did take a lot of rampant rage on Johnâs side. Lots of broken furniture and a creepy amount of hours watching her sleep from across the building.Â
Just because John is letting her do her own thing for the meantime, doesnât mean he gets to take his eyes off of her. Itâs for the best.Â
Their last conversation was yesterday. It was a pretty long conversation, but not long enough for Johnâs satisfaction. She left it off by saying sheâs going to be busy studying for her test and cleaning her apartment, which John didnât have the time to check if she was telling the truth since he was busy himself.
John is dying to see her again but he knows heâs gonna have to wait it out in the Continental. Or maybe if heâs feeling a little bit insane, heâd ditch having to rest and spend his time sitting on a dusty chair in the same dusty room heâs been staying in for awhile; the building across from her apartment. But until then heâll have to see where time will take him.
His phone ringing in his jacket is what snaps him from his thoughts. Bringing a bloodied hand to get it, he almost couldnât press the screen by the slippery liquid covering his fingers. John presses the phone to his ear, waiting for the person to speak.
âHey, boss. Howâs Russia treating you so far? Hopefully not great âcause Iâve got some news that will cheer you up.â The deep voice of Alex echoes in the abattoir. It mustâve slipped Johnâs mind that he had sent Alex again to tail her again while heâs out overseas.
He furrows his brows, curious. âHow is she?â
âHm, letâs see here. Your little pet has been up and about all day with her little friends after theyâve finally noticed the disappearance of that little shit we took care of a while back â speaking of which, how is he by the way?â
âRotting. Dissolving in my basement,â John replies, hands tightening around the handle of the machete. So this is what sheâs been doing and the reason why she hasnât messaged him all day. âI say the fucker got what he deserved. Heâs a creep who preys on women to rape, Iâm just thankful we got him out of the way before he got to her.â
âYeah, well. She doesnât know that and I doubt sheâd even stop looking for her creepy friend unless theyâve found him. What do you want me to do?â
âGive it a day or two. Wait for me to get back and Iâll take it from there.â
âAnything else?â John hears loud chattering in the background, he furrows his brows.
âYeah. Where are you right now?â
âUhh, keeping her in my sight like you told me to?â Alex sounds particularly sassy. John doesnât know if he should be pleased or not. âSheâs at a restaurant. I think sheâs having a meeting with her other friends or something â she looks upset.â
âUpset because of her missing friend, I assume.â
âProbably. Have you talked to her at all today, boss? Pretty sure I have not yet seen her pick up her phone all day.â
âNo,â John simply says. âBut she will. Iâm sure of it.â
âI see youâve finally gotten her dependent on you now.â
âNot enough, apparently, since sheâs gone a full day without talking to me.â
âWell, youâre definitely getting there,â Alex says under his breath. âIâm going now, boss. Theyâre leaving to god knows where.â
John doesnât say anything else, only ending the call and pocketing back his phone. He looks around the area, the coppery smell of blood is stronger than before. He is the reason why it stinks in here, the reason why thereâs so much blood and brutality. The body that hangs right in front of him is lifelessly staring with dead, cold eyes. John resists the urge to shove a balloon of fucking cocaine into his stomach, the same thing heâs been doing with these pigs, brutalize him more if thatâs even possible, but he knows it wouldnât help his already worsening mentality.
The thought of someone seeing this body and thinking about how fucked up the person who did this doesnât concern him as much as it should.Â
Instead, John turns his heels and walks away from the scene.Â
*
Unsurprisingly, getting her to depend on John isnât the hardest task to do.
It just might be the easiest.
The moment John arrives at the Continental, he takes his time to message his bambi. Itâs only reasonable, he wouldnât come out as a clingy creep since itâs been a full day since his last message, he has every right to know what and how sheâs doing despite already getting enough pictures and updates from Alex.
He asks her how sheâs been, waits for approximately ten minutes before he finally gets a reply. In those ten minutes, John takes his time scrolling through the pictures Alex had sent him. Pictures of her bundled up in large, colorful sweaters and wearing a frown on her pretty face. She looks rough, but she makes looking rough look good.
Bambi : hi, john :(( sorry i didnât text you all day. was busy with somethingÂ
John : Thatâs alright, I understand. Iâm just glad you replied. Did something come up? Was it about school?
Bambi : kind of. my friend from school is missing and we donât know where he is. weâre worried because he hasnât answered any of our calls for a week and his apartment is practically empty.
Reading that almost makes him resist an urge to sickly smile to himself. His fingers hover the screen, careful of what his next words might be.Â
John : Iâm sorry to hear that. Have you gotten any updates from the police? What did they say?
Bambi : nothing yet unfortunately. no one saw him the night he went missing :(Â
John : Iâm sure youâll find him soon enough. I hope nothing extremely bad happened to your friend.
He sounds⌠manipulating. There arenât any more words that could describe what John is doing to her. He doesnât even know if he can still make up excuses to tell himself that everything is completely fine and normal.
The girl that he likes is currently sharing about the horrifying tragedy her âfriendâ is facing, the horrifying tragedy being Johnâs fault, and heâs fucking lying about it. And what truly terrifies him the most is not about the fact that heâs manipulating her, heâs terrified because it feels normal and just⌠fine.
Normal, normal, normalâ
Can John really win her over by going this path? If not, would it really matter?
He will still have the upper hand if this doesnât end well. But then again, thereâs a very small chance that it wouldnât â if not none at all. John just needs to play his cards well and there wouldnât be a problem.Â
Bambi : thank you john. really hope that too. it doesnât feel the same without him
Johnâs jaw ticks.
What do you mean it doesnât feel the same without that fucker? I killed him for you! He was a creep who only wanted to fuck you and take you away from me andâ
A dangerous feeling suddenly surge into his veins that he wants to put back together all the pieces of that fucker just to destroy it in his hands once again.
Maybe mutilating him and dissolving him in pure acid just isnât enough. Maybe he deserved more. Maybe John shouldâve took his fucking time torturing that little shit instead of killing him instantly.
John : And how are you? I hope youâre not too worried about this matter that you start to forget about taking care of yourself.
Bambi : iâm doing fine, but a bit sad bc of it. i also miss you and i wish uâre here so i wouldnât be too sad
And just like that, itâs like all his resentment and rage just one minute prior vanished in a snap of a finger. A small smile makes its way to his face and a surge of ego soars into his chest. She has no idea sheâs got a dangerous assassin wrapped around her finger and the consequences itâd bring her.
Bambi : are u still overseas? when will you be back?
John : Tomorrow, hopefully.
John : And I miss you too, sweetheart. I promise Iâll be back as soon as I finish work.
Bambi : canât wait to see you. do u want me to pick u up at the airport? :D
John : Thank you, baby, but that wonât be necessary. I donât want to keep you busy when you already have too much in your hands.
Bambi : mkay. but call me or text me when u arrive, ok?
John : Of course.
*
John is not stupid.
If he ever noticed a man following his every step, he didnât once care or say a word.
Itâs one of Winstonâs men, obviously, following him around throughout his business in Russia up to boarding the same plane as him back to New York. Considering John had managed to catch on pretty quickly at the fact that Winston sent someone to trail him, this poor guy is not doing a particularly good job.
At first, John thought about taking care of the guy himself and bringing Winston a souvenir of his dogâs fingers or even one of his eyeballs, but decided that he is not that cruel.
He could be, but knowing he holds all the power over several people under The Table makes John wants to play the game a little longer and just fucking shiver in excitement.
Obviously Winston had noticed that John is up to no good. Not that itâs any of his business, heâs more likely just scared for his own life. Heâs probably thinking it was a bad idea to bring John back into the game now that heâs living up to the horrors of his reputation and giving people exactly what they wanted.
When John first returned to the field, it was only to avenge his late wife and nothing more. But now that a bigger monster has grown within him over the course of his stay, heâs now also looking for the fuel to his fire.
And boy did he find it.
The fuel being in the form of a young woman whoâs unaware of how much power she has over John. Itâs only a matter of time before all hell breaks loose.Â
*
10:56 PM.
âHello.â
âHello? John?â
âItâs me, darling. How are you?â
âDoing fine. Studying for my exam and all. Why are you calling at this hour, though?â
âJust wanted to let you know that I just arrived back in New York and see how youâre doing.â
âOh, John, itâs so late. I was thinking earlier that you would arrive tomorrow morning or afternoon, you didnât tell me you boarded a flight.â
âI wanted to be back as soon as possible and wanted to surprise you, but my flight got delayed so I only just arrived now.â
A soft laugh rings in his ear.
âYouâre so cheeky. We can just meet up tomorrow if youâd like, go on a picnic at a park or something. I really, really wanna meet your dog.â
John hears a sigh, then the sound of paper rustling in the background. He counts â one, two, three â here it comes.
âI miss you, John.â
He pushes the curtain aside with two fingers, peering his eyes in the small opening as he watches the figure at the other side of the building. Sheâs sitting on her study desk in front of a laptop, freshly showered and wearing specs that John canât help his heart to ache.
Itâs been so long.
âI miss you too, sweetheart. Couldnât stop thinking about you when I was away.â
âThatâs very sweet. I hope you brought souvenirs for me, though, or otherwise I will be very sad.â
âHow can I forget? I bought everything that reminded me of you when I was there.â
âNow youâre just spoiling me.â Another laugh, then John sees her getting up from the chair and laying on the bed. âIâm happy that Iâd get to see you again tomorrow, John. Everything thatâs been happening is just so⌠I donât know. Stressful, I guess. From my friend missing and school work, I donât even know where to start. I just wanna be with you again.â
The mention of her friend Jay ticks him the wrong way, but he canât also help but notice the longing and desperation laced in her voice as she said the last part. John knows it wouldnât be too hard for her to be dependent on him, he just didnât expect it to be this easy. Theyâve only met once in real life, but their constant texting and calling through the phone makes it up for it.Â
âDonât let yourself worry too much on matters that donât concern you.â
Silence, then John watches her bite her nail anxiously. âWhat do you mean by that, John?â
He doesnât particularly like the way his name just rolls off her tongue like that â like sheâs his age, the same way Helen used to call him. He doesnât want to be reminded of Helen when heâs with his little bambi, it just makes him feel even shittier with the situation. It sorta reminds John how much he truly changed when he lost Helen.
âDonât worry about your friend too much. I know itâs hard that heâs missing, but donât put him first before your own well being,â John advises, manipulation just dripping off his tongue like itâs the easiest thing in the world. He doubts she would notice, though. âIâm sure the police got it covered by now. Iâm more worried about you.â
John could still see her expression through the window despite being far away. Sheâs thinking about it, letting herself get swayed by his lies and persuasion. Sheâs too easy, she just doesnât know it herself, but John does. And heâs going to take advantage of it as much as he can.Â
He counts again â one, two, three â and sheâs dropping her hand to the bed and sighing softly. There she is.
âOkay. Youâre probably right, I worry too much.â
John doesnât reply but gives a silent hum that indicates heâs agreeing. He sees her taking off her glasses and putting it on the bedside table, suddenly the itch in his hands is back.
Thereâs a voice nagging at the back of his head and asking him just what the fuck is he doing, that he should stop this madness before it gets out of hand, but would that really make a difference? Even if John did stop, heâd still continue to live with the fact that he was a monster who stalked a young woman out of sheer obsession. Heâd already got her dependent on him, heâd already laid out the plan on how this would turn out, why is he suddenly questioning now?
He had done stuff that was worse than manipulating. He didnât feel a single drop of empathy when he was slaughtering people and shooting them in the head, but why does he feel guilty manipulating her?
âJohn? Did you already fall asleep on me?â
Soft voice snaps him out of his thoughts, then itâs followed by a soft giggle. John feels butterflies exploding in his stomach.Â
âSorry. I was justââ
âItâs okay, John, you can sleep. Youâve probably had a long day since youâve been on a flight and everything. Iâm going to sleep now too, we have a date tomorrow, remember? Donât forget.â The faux strictness in her voice makes him smile, then he sees her smiling just as big through the window; giddy and excited. âGoodnight, John. Itâs really nice talking to you again. I canât wait to see you tomorrow.â
âGoodnight, darling. Iâll see you tomorrow.â
She hangs up first, smiling to herself before putting the phone back to her nightstand. She settles on the bed comfortably, tucking herself into her blanket, unaware of the fact that thereâs a monster lurking on the other building, watching her every move like a hawk.
He catches a glimpse of himself in the old mirror on the dusty wall, dressed in black and predatory, reminiscent of the devil himself.Â
Might as well live up to the name.
*
John is aware of how dead he looks in peopleâs eyes. He barely smiles, heâs always dressed in black, and he always has trouble showing emotions through his face. He makes sure that he gives off that aura that shows how much he dislikes everyone in the fucking room. How much he just wants to pull out his gun and shoot every single one of them in the head.
John despises the way they look at him. Like they pity him for losing his wife, for getting dragged back to the life he had already left. Though, he canât really blame them, really. He used to pity himself too, even now for letting himself get even worse, but he wouldnât really call it pity. He doesnât know what it is, but itâs not pity.
The next day is interesting, to say the least.
He couldnât get a minute of sleep the night before, the image of her sleeping so peacefully without a worry in the world bored into his mind. Itâs extremely fascinating to him just how careless and⌠dumb she is. Dumb in a way that itâs benifiting John â the both of them, actually â and not in an offensive kind of way.
It was around two in the morning when he returned back to the hotel, managed to sleep for an hour or two before ripping off the blankets and had a drink the first thing in the morning. John didnât bother taking a nap after that, just walking around the room making sure all is well and everything will be according to plan.
At 8 AM, she texted John a good morning and said it would be better for their date to be at 4 PM. John then replied that it was perfect, though he doubts he can wait that long.
12 PM, for a man as calm and collected as John, he sure as hell canât fucking sit still in one place.
Heâs paranoid. No amount of texts from his bambi is enough to keep him calm. The time is ticking too slowly for his liking and he has no other things to do in his free time. Except be paranoid.
John grabs his coat, kisses his dog goodbye and decides to stop by a grocery store to prepare for their date. He should at least make them both a sandwich and buy drinks, knowing that the little gesture would be enough to put a smile on her face.
1 PM, John comes back with shit ton of paper bags in his arms. Heâs doing too much, he knows it, but too much is still better than not enough.
John goes to the kitchen to prepare. The orphanage taught him how to cook â well, not really. John taught himself how to cook, because if heâs not going to cook for himself and half of the kids back in Ruska, theyâd all be dead with no survival instincts to save them from starvation. Being an assassin who could withstand any form of torture all while not knowing how to cook would be the greatest joke of the century. Johnâs not the one to be laughed out.
2 PM, everything is settled and in place, his little bambi texts him to let him know that sheâs getting ready and cannot wait for their date. John then takes his time to get ready too.
3 PM, John is dressed in a nice white t-shirt with a brown leather jacket on top. He looks civilised, no one would know a damn thing that heâs one of the most feared men in the underworld who slaughters people for a living.
His dog is quiet in the corner, chewing on her bone toy until John puts a collar and leash around her neck. Her eyes perks up in excitement, already knowing they would go outside to play. John always takes his time making sure she gets to socialize with other dogs, whether itâs in a park or just down the street.
âYouâre excited, baby?â John murmurs, petting her ears softly as he kneels down to her position. âYouâre gonna meet someone special. Want you to be nice to her, alright? Sheâs gonna be your mom.â
John hauls everything into his car in a matter of minutes. The picnic basket, the blanket, his gifts for his little one that he got from Russia, also including his dog. Sheâs behaved yet excited as she peeks in the mirror watching her owner work.
He slides into the driverâs seat and locks his seatbelt, starting up the car and driving away from the hotel. Earlier, John had seen a couple of his co-workers loading up his trunk dressed like heâs going on a date â because he is â no doubt theyâre snitching and would tell Winston. He couldnât care less.
He arrives outside her apartment after thirty minutes, parking his car right by the entrance. He canât help but grimace as he looks around the place. He remembers meeting her here, the day after he killed that good-for-nothing junkie. He wonders if she ever got the news, how she reacted when someone got killed the same day John was visiting her area.
It wonât be long before she wouldnât be living in this area no more. Itâs too dangerous, filled with a bunch of goons who get themselves tangled up in petty gang wars. John knows a gangster when he sees one, and it looks like every single man who lives in these crowded apartments are either pushers or gangsters with no sense of direction in life.
She doesnât belong here. She should be in Johnâs house, locked up and isolated where sheâs safe under his supervision. He would treat her like a princess, give her the things she deserve.
John gets out of the car, pulls out his phone and sends her a message to let her know heâs outside her building. He leans against the car as he waits.
A minute passes and a very happy bambi appears in the elevator, dressed in a pretty sundress and a white tote bag with a text John canât see. Sheâs beaming up at him as she exits the building, and John hasnât got the time to react before sheâs lunging herself forward and going on tiptoe to wrap her arms around his neck.
âWhoa easy,â John murmurs, immediately wrapping his arms around her waist for support, placing his face in the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent; itâs sweet, not a surprise. âYou miss me that much?â
âSo much, you donât even wanna know,â she murmurs in his chest, not quite reaching his neck despite being on her tiptoes. âI hope you miss me just as much.â
John pulls away, gives her a look as he places her large hands on her hips. âI mightâve missed you more than you missed me.â
She giggles, John could see her eyes through the heart-shaped sunglasses sheâs wearing. Itâs cute. âThatâs not possible, I will fight you for it.â
âHm,â John hums, eyes wandering down her lips to her dress. It stops just above her knees, John has to mentally prepare himself for the worst. âYou look beautiful.â
âThank you,â she says sheepishly. âYou like it? I think itâs the perfect picnic outfit.â
âI love it,â John clarifies. âLooks perfect on you.â
âYou look gorgeous yourself,â she giggles, eyeing John up and down teasingly, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. He isnât so sure how to react to that, hopefully his dick wouldnât take the liberty to rise from the dead at this moment. âThis is the first time Iâve seen you not wearing any suits. Domestic looks good on you.â
âWhat can I say, Iâm a changed man.â John means both good and bad. âAnd before we go, I want to introduce you to someone.â
Before she gets a chance to ask, John slides out of the way from his position of covering the car window and reveals a very happy pitbull waiting to be introduced to her mother.
Her smile is wide when she spots Johnâs pet excitedly wagging her tail inside the car. âOh my god, she is beautiful! John, open the door, hurry, hurry, hurryââ
âOkay, okayââ
The moment John pulls the door open, the dog comes rushing out to jump and starts licking her face.
âOh, lookie here, baby! Youâre such a cutie! Whatâs your name, hm? Donât got a name yet? Your dad canât think of a name to give yaâ?âÂ
Her giggles are like music to his ears.
The sound of paws pattering on the concrete and her high pitched voice talking to the dog fills the empty street in a matter of seconds. When she isnât looking, John begins looking around the area, his eyes landing on the apartment building where he preys at some nights.Â
Thereâs a person at the front desk, staring at him like he knows something, and like a switch that goes off in his brain, John recognizes this man as the same one who bumped into him a few nights ago in the hallway in front of the abandoned room where heâs staying.
They meet eyes, John flashes him a knowing look, then the man immediately looks away.
Johnâs jaw ticks. Heâs gonna have to deal with that later.
He turns his attention back to where itâs most needed. Sheâs still playing with the dog, crouching beside the car while the puppy just drowns in her affection. John really hates to break the moment.
âShall we get going?â He interjects, voice deeper than usual, still feeling a little on the edge from that man by the front desk earlier.
âSure. She gonna be in the backseat?â
âYou bet.â
John opens the door for the both of them and lets her help the puppy get inside. Before he slams the door close, he makes sure to take another look at the apartment, seeing the man already staring back at him.
Yeah. Heâs really gonna have to deal with that later.
*
They arrive at the park around 4:25 and John is the one to set up their spot while she and the puppy play in the empty field. Itâs empty, totally empty, and John couldnât be more thankful than that since he really doesnât want to be around other people besides her. Sheâs the only one that matters.
John notices that she brought her own dog toys, probably the ones she keeps to herself since she does work in a vet clinic after all. The sight of her happily running around the grass with his dog is enough to bring him to his knees, he is only but a man.
John calls her to eat and the two of them come running towards him and plops down on the soft blanket next to the basket full of fruits.
âHad fun?â John speaks, sitting beside her on the ground as he watches her get a plate of pasta for the two of them. She insists she gets to plate their food, John lets her.
âVery. Didnât know sheâs quite energetic, luckily for her I can match her energy extremely well.â
âIt comes with being young, I guess. Canât really relate,â he jokes, receiving the plate full of pasta she gives him while she snickers at the statement.
âCome on, John. Youâre still fit despite being old.â John watches her take a bite of the food. Heâs not subtle, heâs straight up staring at her lips as she wraps her mouth around the fork, savoring the flavor with closed eyes. âHm, this is delicious. Where did you learn to cook like this?â
âBy myself,â he shrugs, taking a bite of his food to keep him from taking a bite of her instead. âIâm surprised you arenât creeped out.â
âWith what?â
âWith my age,â John makes it clear. âYouâre young with a bright future ahead of youââ
âYet here I am having a date with an old man?â she interjects, wiggles her eyebrows, teasing clearly with the way she emphasizes the last part. âI canât believe you thought Iâm gonna get creeped out. Youâre a grown man with a stable job and not to mention very hot, I find that very sexy.â
âYou think Iâm sexy?â he raises a brow.
âYes, I think youâre very sexy. I havenât once encountered a guy my age who has the same status as you,â she sets down the plate on her lap for a moment. âYou know, experienced and mature.â
âI see,â John nods. Itâs very clear that sheâs always found the people who contrast her so well attractive. She wants a savior that would save her from everything, luckily John fits in the description quite too well.Â
They delve in a normal conversation after that. John makes sure to steer away all questions regarding him and his life, a way to learn more about her other than the pictures and videos and information heâd been sent by Alex.
John already knows a lot about her, it wouldnât hurt to learn a little more.
Ten minutes go by, a bottle of wine has been pulled out of the basket and sheâs spilling her whole life to John in a matter of moments. From lttle memories from childhood to how she moved from her hometown to New York to get away from her father. How when she was younger, she begged her toys to talk to her and she wouldnât tell anyone. How their family pet back in the days impacted the choices she made to choose her career path â to become a veterinarian.
John listens. Heâs always been good at listening instead of talking, so he listens.Â
5 PM, the two of them play with the dog and she decides to name her âBlue.â
âIs it because she has blue eyes?â John asks.
âYeah. Not really original, I know, but it fits her.â
âBlue is perfect.â
Itâs already 6 PM when they decide to head home. Sheâs still talking the moment theyâre in the car and John is still listening. Thereâs something about her voice that just⌠pulls him in. Itâs so sweet and soft.
When they arrive outside her apartment complex, itâs dead silent.Â
âI really enjoyed our date today, John,â she smiles when he opens the door for her, now standing in front of him and looking up to meet his eyes. âThe pasta was delicious. I hope I get to eat more of them in the future â and oh, I really, really enjoyed playing with Blue! Iâm so thankful that you let me name her even though it wasnât really specialââ
âHush,â John jokingly interrupts. âThe night might be over, but I can assure you that I will see you soon again.â
âHow soon would that be again?â
âEager to see me already?â
âMaybe.â
âYou know I always make time for you, sweetheart,â John croons, placing a large hand on her chin and staring deeply into her eyes. âIs it too early for me to kiss you?â
She laughs, then wraps her arms around his waist to pull him in closer. John looks at her and falls in love for what to be a millionth time today. She never fails to take his breath away. âNot too early, I promise you. You shouldâve done that sooner.â
âWell, Iâm gonna do it now.â
Before she can add another word, John leans down to smash his lips against hers, his large hand finding its way on the small of her back to deepen the kiss that she canât help but whimper into his mouth.
Fuck.
Her lips are so, so soft. John can still taste the lingering sweetness of the wine from earlier and being so close to her that her scent is shutting off his entire brain. If he wonât stop, he might just end up fucking her on the hood of his car until she canât walk straight.
Their lips move in tandem and sheâs following his head like she always does. Her small hands are gripping his leather jacket for support, so pliant and vulnerable, already trusting him enough to kiss him on their second date.Â
This is a sudden shift in his universe, John knows heâs already won.
Heâs the first to pull away and their lips are wet and connected with saliva. Sheâs flushed and out of breath like expected, John wants nothing more but to break her and make her his.
Oh wait, she already is.
âHow was that?â John asks, voice deep.
âI wanna do it again.â
He chuckles, rubbing his thumb on her cheeks while sheâs busy avoiding his eyes. âLetâs save it for next time.â
Heâs gonna control himself.
âThat next time better come by fast,â she threatens jokingly. âIâm gonna miss you.â
âDonât talk like youâre not gonna see me for days, baby,â John whispers. âYou know I wonât let you go that easily. Youâre mine now.â
He doesnât miss the way her pupils dilated and the way the clutch she has on his leather jackets becomes tighter. Sheâs already fallen deep into his trap, John wants to push his claws in even deeper.
âSay it again,â she mutters, leaning in against his warm large hand as she closes her eyes. âSay it again. Please.â
John smiles when she isnât looking. He really won.
âYouâre mine.â
*
That same night, 4 AM, John is back in his work clothes and arranging something in a dark room.
The stench of metallic blood hitting his nose, and he stands in the middle of the room to inhale that scent â god, does he truly miss it.
The sight of a man in front of him wakes something dangerous within Johnâs veins. Hands tied up behind the chair, head dropped forward, lifeless and cold. His lower stomach is open, guts hanging off the floor as the other half is used to gag him in the mouth. His eyes are missing, John took the liberty to take them out for staring at him too much, and he couldnât be any more relieved when he did.
âWhat do you know?â John had asked as soon as the man woke up from his head concussion.
âY-You!â The man had yelled, John didnât bother finding out his name. âYou fucking creep ââ
Johnâs hands twitched beside him. He remained silent.
The man went on a rant about how heâd seen John around lurking outside the apartment complex and using the abandoned room on the fifth floor and thatâs all John needed to know.
He didnât need another pair of eyes to tell him whatâs right and wrong. Winston is already enough.
The next morning, John receives a text from none other than his bambi. A picture of numerous police cars outside her apartment and an ambulance, and another picture of a dead body covered in white blanket getting pulled out of the building.
Bambi : there was an accident that happened near me, john :((Â
Bambi : the police said somebody was killed and iâm scared
Bambi : they said he was gutted aliveÂ
John is smiling to himself when he types his response.
John : What kind of a sick person would do something like that?
teasing stepdad jw , purposely making your thighs touch his whenever you two watch a movie together , rubbing your foot on his leg beneath the dining table⌠i just wanna make him blushh :( hes soo cute
no bc he def would blush and get flustered and shit. it would feel a little ego-lifting knowing you made a very controlled and domineering man to be flustered and almost stuttering at the dinner table as he triesss very hard to keep his focus on your mom.
*innocently* sitting on constantineâs lap for whatever reason nd he eventually gets hard bc you keep wiggling around đđ˝ââď¸ using his big ass hands to move ur hips, using you to get himself off through his clothes HM
oh no....
âStop fucking moving around unless you want your ass red for the whole week.â Constantine whispers harshly in your hair, large hands gripping your waist tightly as you decide to be a brat and move even more. âJesus, youâre a brat ââ
âStop acting like you donât want this when youâre already hard in your pants,â you pout, grinding your naked pussy against his clothed cock and whimpering when the fabric grazes your swollen clit. âFeels so good...â
âGod, youâre so pathetic. You should see yourself right now, youâre disgusting,â he takes your chin in his hand, then forcing you to grind even harder on his crotch. âYou just wanna feel my cock every second of the day that you donât care about how pathetic you look.â
The only thing you could do is moan as he rut against your cunt, the rough texture of the fabric sending tingles all over your body as you feel the fat size of his cock rubbing against your bare pussy.
ROCKSTAR!KEANU ROCKSTAR!KEANU RAHHHHH (or any character you want)
THAT MF PLAYS BASS. thereâs this one pic of rick savage of def leppard wearing a shirt that says âbass players do it deeperâ AND THAT FITS HIM SM. also, heâs good with his hands, especially his fingersđ¤đ¤
man i have this headcanon that rockstar!keanu in the 90s was absolutely UNHINGED. like girl you dont even wanna know
imagine if bf jw was deeply infatuated with the reader and would put cameras in their shower, car, etc and watched her everywhere and pretends that everything is normal đđ
boy, do i have something for you on the second chapter of ochl.....