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John Wick: Divina Commedia

chapter 1-1

ABANDON ALL HOPE

YE WHO ENTER HERE

In the eternal, boundless silence, on a desolate wasteland, John Wick must find the happiness he seeks.

1-1，1-2，2-1，2-2

Finally！I can post the first chapter of this comic! I’m still working hard on the comic, so I haven’t had time to check the dialogue for errors. If you spot any grammatical mistakes or spelling errors, I’ll correct them in the final version.)

[biglychee]

would you ever be up for writing something smutty featuring john wick and an amab reader? genuinely there's nothing of him with a male reader and i will gladly and lovingly take ANYTHING

$ log - you and john wick are on a stealthy errand somewhere warm and tropical. you decide upon a risqué method to maintain your cover as tourists. $ warn --nsfw --amab!reader --dom!top!reader --sub!bot!john --positions(doggy) --anal --semi-public $ cd masterlist / keanu-reeves # authors-note = sweet and short old man yaoi

the tropical heat was oppressive, but the real tension came from the guards loitering near the boardwalk, their eyes scanning the shoreline for anything out of place.

you didn't care. you had john bent over a stack of supply crates, the rough wood pressing against his stomach while you drove yourself into him with wet, sloppy thrusts.

"do we really need to do this right now?" john groaned, his voice strained as he braced himself against the crates. his hips bucked involuntarily when you hit that perfect angle, each thrust making his body shudder.

you scoffed, leaning down to knead the hard muscle of his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin. "duh, obviously. it's working," you whispered against his ear, your breath hot. "for all those guards know, we're just two tourists getting frisky. we're hiding in plain sight."

"you're insane," he muttered, though he didn't pull away from you. instead, he let out another low growl as you pushed into him again, deeper this time. the sound of your bodies slapping together was wet and obscene, muffled only slightly by the distant crash of the waves.

"just a little while longer, john. just until these guards clear up," you murmured, your pace quickening. you could feel your cock twitching inside you as you drove harder, your hips grinding against his ass with relentless force. you loved the way he tried to maintain control while you systematically broke it down.

"fuck, hurry up," he gasped, his fingers clawing at the wood of the crates as you pushed him to the edge. you just smirked, biting his shoulder hard as you prepared to spill everything inside him, using the adrenaline of the hunt to fuel every filthy inch of the fuck.

you fucked into him one last time, your hips locking against him as you buried yourself to the hilt. john let out a strangled noise, halfway between a curse and a moan. he could feel the heat of your orgasm building inside, matching the frantic rhythm of his own pulse.

"fuck, john," you hissed, your teeth grazing his earlobe as you emptied yourself inside him in hot, pulsing waves. he stiffened, his entire body going rigid against the crates before he slowly deflated, his forehead resting against the sun warmed wood.

you stayed there for a moment, breathing hard against his neck, savoring the way his muscles quivered under your touch. the guards had finally turned their backs, heading toward the main hotel entrance. the coast was clear.

"better?" you teased, withdrawing slowly with a wet sound that made him flinch.

john straightened up with obvious reluctance, adjusting his clothes with practiced,

the usual precision, though his breathing was still ragged and his pupils were blown wide. he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, glancing toward the boardwalk to ensure no one had witnessed the aftermath of your little performance.

"we're not done here," he said quietly, though there was no real bite in his tone. he turned to face you, his dark eyes scanning your face with that intense, focused stare that always made your blood hum. he reached out, adjusting the collar of your shirt with steady fingers. "the target moves in twenty minutes."

"i know, i know," you smirked, leaning in to press one last, lingering kiss to his jaw before stepping back to gather your equipment. "but now we're both properly focused, aren't we?"

john didn't respond with words. he simply gave a single, curt nod the silent acknowledgment of a partner who understood exactly how you operated.

he checked his weapon one last time, his movements precise and lethal, the momentary haze of pleasure replaced instantly by the cold calculation of a predator.

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[gothreeves]

Was having a decent day till I remembered these quotes exist

[ridingreeves]

𝖲𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝖼𝗄

𝖠／𝖭－ 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾. 𝖠𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋. I’ll definitely add more but for now this is it 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌.

𝖱𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇

𝖡𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇(𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇)

𝖬𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌

𝖲𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇

𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍

𝖢𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇

𝖶𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇

𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇

𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇

𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿

𝖢𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇

[nonscathingbullets]

Such an underrated Keanu look that doesn't get talked about enough fr.

Keanu Reeves as Matt in River's Edge (1986)

[sammyquarius]

Imagine being John Wick's Wife and Santino having an unhealthy obsession with you

You were John Wick’s anchor. The reason he had crawled out of the pit of blood and vengeance, the reason he believed even for a moment that he could live like a normal man. With you, he had found peace. Marriage was supposed to mean safety, but in John's world, safety didn’t exist only temporary truces.

Santino D’Antonio saw that.

At first, his obsession was subtle. Compliments disguised as courtesy: “No wonder he left the life, who wouldn’t for a woman like you?” Gifts that appeared at your doorstep, supposedly tokens of respect for “Baba Yaga’s bride.” His eyes lingered too long when he spoke to you, that faint smile betraying more than good manners.

John noticed. He always noticed. His jaw would tense, hand brushing against yours like a silent reassurance. But Santino was clever, he never crossed a line outright. Instead, he played the long game.

The marker was his weapon, but not just against John. Against you.

Santino used it to get John to kill his sister Gianna so he could claim her seat at the High Table. You hated it, hated watching John suit up again, his quiet rage simmering beneath the surface as he slipped back into the armor of the assassin you prayed he’d left behind. But Santino knew exactly what he was doing. If John refused, he’d break the rules. If John obeyed, he’s the villain, and every drop of blood spilled would be another crack in the peace that he built with you.

And once Gianna was gone, Santino’s plan unfolded even further: John Wick was to die next.

But not just to tie up loose ends. No Santino wanted you.

His obsession had rotted into something consuming. In his mind, John’s death would “free” you. He imagined you beside him, draped in silk and diamonds, not chained to a grieving husband who could never escape his ghosts. He painted a picture of safety and power — but what he really wanted was ownership.

John understood the game. He could feel Santino circling closer, not just as an enemy but as a predator trying to sink his claws into the one thing John loved most. That made him more dangerous than any assassin John had ever faced.

Because John Wick could forgive betrayal. He could endure the endless cycle of violence.

But touch his wife? Threaten her? Covet her like some prize to be stolen?

That was a death sentence.

And John was going to deliver it marker or no marker, High Table or no High Table.

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[greenmanalishi]

*watches John Wick franchise once*