#john wick 4

[dalekinapaintedparadise]

John Wick + colors

[yeahthatsinteresting]

Bill Skarsgård in 'John Wick 4' (2023)

[totallynotashieldagent]

Being Vincent de Gramont's secret wife would entail the following -

An estate by the countryside no one knows about. The High Table is curious but things don't get disrupted enough that they question why Vincent takes so many sabbaticals to the countryside.

The entire staff is mute. Tongues removed. It's cruel but they chose to work for him, knowing the consequences fully well. He can't have even the slightest liability of anyone finding out about you.

There is unbearable isolation but you knew this would happen and you married him anyway.

There are days when he comes home covered in blood- Seeking you out like a bloodhound and being dangerously unsettled until he sees you. Safe and sound. Soft. His.

He never cleans up before seeing you. It doesn't bother you. You only ask if any of it is his. It never is. You kiss him, love him easily. Even with all the carnage that follows him.

Maybe something is fucked up about you that you love a man like him. But how can you not? He is the wall between the cruelty of the world and you.

In return, you're his sanctuary. The one place he doesn't need to perform. The one person he can be himself with. The one thing that matters the most to him.

A man like him was never made for kindness or softness, yet here he is. Soft laughter and softer kisses for you.

The way he holds you when he fucks you into the bed- against the wall- in the bath- anywhere at all- he holds you like you're something sacred. Something he was given the privilege of touching.

But he is who he is and he can't help but leave marks that take days to fade. His teeth, his hands- Everything about him is dangerous and cruel and sometimes your body is a testimony to it.

There would be an overabundance of everything. Books, clothes, jewellery, cars- Anything you'd want, even mention would be available for you and a hundred times over.

However, this comes with a double edged sword that you could never go anywhere without him and he didn't trust others enough for your safety.

You are safe, cared for, loved- But isolated, alone. Nothing and no one can come near you. Nothing and no one except him.

On most days, you love it. But sometimes, you miss the freedom you had before you met him. Before you fell into his world. Back when you could walk the streets of France without a thought or worry- Simply be. But all that is a thing of the past now.

And between the gentle whispers deep in the night, or the soft touches- You know, you understand and accept that being with someone like Vincent meant no freedom, no life other than what he makes for you. But it also meant being loved beyond words.

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[r4diumgirlz]

anybody here fuck with john wick

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[multific]

Curves of Confidence

Vincent De Gramont x Reader

Summary: You believed that no one is truly happy with their body. But with someone like Vincent, it was easier to learn to love yourself.

Vincent De Gramont had a way of looking at you that made the world disappear.

It wasn’t the kind of gaze that burned more than desire, it was deeper, more intense.

His dark eyes lingered on you as though you were a masterpiece in a gallery, something to be admired and cherished.

Like the Mona Lisa herself.

From the beginning of your relationship, his affection had been unwavering.

His support was as strong as his arms.

But your insecurities about your body sometimes did come back to haunt you.

You got used to hiding yourself.

You were often wearing loose clothing, avoiding mirrors, and brushing off compliments.

Yet Vincent refused to let you hide from him.

One evening, you stood in front of a grand mirror in his penthouse, brushing your hair.

He came to stand behind you, he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

His hands rested gently on your stomach, and his lips found the curve of your neck.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.

You gave a small laugh, shrugging off the comment just like you always do.

“You’re just saying that to be nice.”

His grip tightened slightly, pulling you closer to him.

“I never say anything I don’t mean. Look at yourself, Mon Amour.”

You raised your eyes to the mirror once more, looking deeper at the reflection. You smiled at your reflection. Wrapped in the embrace of a man so powerful.

Vincent’s reflection was captivating, as always.

His tailored suit, his sharp features, and that air of elegance only he could possess.

But your gaze hesitated when it fell on yourself.

Vincent’s hands moved, tracing the curve of your hips with such affection and tenderness.

“Every inch of you,” he whispered into your ear, his voice low and seductive, “is perfection to me. These hips, this waist, the softness of it. It’s everything and more than I’ve ever wanted.”

You turned in his arms, your eyes searching his face for any hint of joke or lie. But all you saw was love, so raw and genuine it made your breath stop.

“You really mean that?” you whispered.

He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks.

“I adore you. Every curve, every part of you. It’s mine to cherish. Don’t ever doubt that. I believe I have spent my fair time proving it to you, between your legs, above or under you, Mon Amour.”

His lips found yours in a kiss that melted away every insecurity, every harsh thought you’d ever had about yourself or every harsh word that someone said to you.

In Vincent’s arms, you felt not just loved but celebrated.

Slowly, you started to believe him, to see yourself through his eyes.

You wore dresses that clung to your curves, held your head higher, and smiled more often.

One night, as you twirled in front of him in a gown he’d picked out, a deep red number that hugged every curve perfectly, his smile was radiant.

“You’ve always been breathtaking. But seeing you like this, so confident... it’s everything I’ve dreamed of.”

You crossed the room and placed your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath your fingers.

“It’s because of you, Vincent. You make me feel like I’m enough. More than enough.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your lips, then your shoulder.

“You’ve always been more than enough, My Love. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never forget it.”

"Thank you." you replied with tears of happiness in your eyes.

In his arms, you had found not just love but confidence that made you shine.

Vincent had worshipped you from the beginning, and now, you were finally learning to worship yourself.

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[greenmanalishi]

*watches John Wick for the first time*

[magnusedom]

Rina Sawayama as Akira JOHN WICK: CHAPTER 4 (2023) dir. Chad Stahelski