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I really need someone to fuck little twink 70s John to put him back in his place smh, honestly idc who
«Angel» he began firmly, «do you know why you’re being punished?»
«Yes, Sir.» John’s breath was still shaky, excited, though he was ready for what Freddie had planned next.
«And why is that, my little doll?»
«Because I was bad today, Sir»
«And what did you do that was bad?»
«Because I disrespected you in front of your friends and I kept teasing you all day»
«That’s right, angel. And what happens to bad little sluts who tease their Sirs? What do they need?»
«The need to be punished. They need to spanked and paddled, Sir»
«Good boy.» Freddie praised. «Are you ready, angel?»
«Yes, Sir.»
John sucked in a breath, and stilled himself for several moments.
A sharp woosh of air sounded, followed a resounding slap, and John was crying out, his ass stinging, as Freddie administered the first blow.
John knew he could take it and after ten spanks with the paddle, Freddie began to lay into him mercilessly.
He put his full force into the next fifteen hits, in rapid succession, causing John to scream himself hoarse and thrash against his restraints, before coming to a halt and laying the paddle on the bed beside his sub.
«Doing so good.» Freddie murmured, petting his hands over John’s reddened cheeks. «You took that so well.» He kissed the back of each of thighs.
Freddie rubbed around John’s hole gently, watching his skin flushed with blush and sweat, precome and lube.
«You took your punishment so well, my little angel. I think you’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?»
«Yes, Sir.» John said, voice rough from all his loud moaning and screaming. «I’ve learned my lesson. I’m going to be a good boy now.»
«Good.» Freddie responded. He walked next to John, plucking the bottle of lube off the nightstand. «Good little angel sluts who take their punishments so well and know their place get rewarded. They get to be fucked by their Sirs.»
John’s ears were met with the slick sounds of Freddie lubing up his cock, and he whimpered. «Thank you, Sir.»
Freddie was back at the foot of the bed, lining himself up with John’s entrance. He’d been a bit overzealous with the lube, but he hadn’t exactly been bothering to measure it out, and he didn’t mind seeing John get messier.
He sunk in slowly, then leaned over John’s hole and wedged two fingers underneath the snug collar, pulling John towards him, making him short of breath.
«Look at me.» He commanded when John tried to close his eyes.
John obeyed, his eyes leaking with tears of bliss. Freddie smiled in appreciation. He knew how far gone John must be by now and it was a great feat that he could keep his eyes open and look at him.
Freddie began to pound into him without finesse. John had endured enough teasing, between all the biting and pinching Freddie had given his nipples at first, then the rough, four-finger fucking, paddling, all while being unable to touch himself or his Dom, even his cock being prevented from reaching any sort of relief.
Now, Freddie wanted John to experience the primal joy of a fast, hard, deep fuck. The filthy, slick sounds of skin on skin filled the room, Freddie’s balls slapping against John’s sensitive cheeks.
While he didn’t keep up a rhythm, he made sure to continuously nail John’s prostate, making him bow his back almost impossibly far, and thrash against the mattress.
He screamed himself hoarse and managed to keep his eyes on Freddie, still dragging up the capacity to obey his Dom’s last command of the night.
With how roughed he was fucking into him, Freddie knew his sub would be gaping after, leaking his come, and probably sore for days.
Between that thought, and the very present sight of John undulating against the bed, moaning carnally and leaking all over himself, Freddie was close.
Then he was coming even harder, shooting his release inside him.
Freddie stilled, his sub still needing to come and wanting to get everything out of Freddie could while he was still unable to, let himself be filled with as much of him as possible.
Freddie pulled out slowly, and watched as his thick come began to spill out of John’s entrance. He whined, and Freddie shushed him with a kiss
«Still with me, doll?» He asked.
«Yes, Sir.» John managed to whisper.
«Good.» Freddie smiled softly down at him. «So good. You’ve done so well for me tonight. You took everything so beautifully, and I’m very proud of you.»
«Thank you.» John bit his lower lip sheepishly.
Freddie bent down to give the plump, reddened flesh a quick kiss before responding.
«Now, as soon as I remove this cock ring, you’re allowed to come whenever you want, okay, angel?»
«Okay.» He breathed.
Freddie used his hand to remove the ring, and with barely any pressure of his fingers against his sub’s cock, John’s mouth was dropping open, a high-pitched cry from his throat as he came hard, come striping his belly, his chest, a few drops landing on his collar bones and neck.
His hips thrust up against nothing, his back arched sharply, toes curling tight as his orgasm continued.
He came down slowly, his breathing labored, and he was absently aware of Freddie letting him rest on their bed, rubbing into his wrists and ankles, slowly stretching the joints of his knees back out, then massaging his neck carefully after removing the collar.
Next, his head was being lifted as a cool glass of water was pressed to his lips, Freddie helping him sip.
«So proud of you, doll» Freddie said with a soft kiss on his forehead «I love you so much»
Hot or not?: A tearful and painful McLennon Spanking- John getting his chubby ass blistered nice and red as tears streak down his flushed face ;) then he gets mouthfucked and swallows his masters release as Paul grabs his hair and comes right down John's throat. John cries but he loves it.. he can't get enough of his master's intoxicating musk ❤
warnings: smut, bad language, mild bdsm that includes slapping/hitting, being tied up, blindfolded
a/n: A smutty one-shot where a fem reader takes control of John Wick, featuring sub!John--which I have never written before. It was hard to shift perspectives but so fun to write! In honor of @homeorbust and an ask she sent a while ago! Partially inspired by Ed Sheeran’s new song, Blow, which is such an insanely good rock song?? Hope you guys like it 😘
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John staggered through the door of your place, looking like hell.
“Long day, baby?” You appraise him for any serious wounds as you stride over to meet him. A few scratches and bruises were evident, but nothing too bad. Good. You pull him into a warm embrace, smoothing his bedraggled hair from his face. My big bad assassin.
He pulls you in tight, breathing in the smell of your shampoo. “Yes. Very long,” he grunts. Leading him by the hand, you bring him into the bathroom and help him clean up, fussing over a gash that had split open his eyebrow. Once John has bathed and changed, you direct him to the kitchen where you’ve kept dinner warm for him. He scarfs up the meal happily, sending you grateful glances as he stuff his mouth full of your cooking.
“You’re the best, y/n,” he practically moans, and in a flash you’ve leapt across to him.
“You keep making sounds like that—” you purr in his ear, a slender finger hooking under his chin, “—I’ll have to show you exactly why I’m the best.” You nip at his earlobe playfully, then sit back down at the table as though nothing happened.
John slowly sets down his fork, staring over at you with fire behind his dark eyes. “Oh, is that so?” He folds his hands in front of him on the table. “Do tell.”
Oh hell yes. You could feel it already; it was going to be one of those nights. One of your nights. Everyone knows John Wick takes control of any and every situation. It’s evident the man has power. But… not over you. In fact, he relishes in letting go. Letting you take control. It doesn’t happen often, but it’s a special treat for both of you when the power balance swings in your direction.
“Well John,” you smile deviously at him, cocking your head to the side. “Why don’t you meet me upstairs in an hour and find out?”
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A throaty rock n’ roll scream rips from the speakers in your room as you get ready, the thrum of electric guitar coursing through your veins.
I'm feelin' like a bullet
Jumpin' out a gun
I'm feelin' like a winner
I feel like the one
You slide the black lace garter belt up over your hips, clipping the thigh-high black tights in to their supports. Checking out your ass in the mirror, you admire the way the elastic bands accentuate your curves. Oh yeah, baby. You imagine John’s reaction when he sees you looking this delicious, and you feel yourself getting wet already. He won’t know what hit him…You glance over at the heart-shaped riding crop and grin, licking your lips. Well, maybe he will.
You toss your hair around to the beat, dancing and pulling yourself into the right mindset for this evening.
Oh, I wanna call you fever, baby
Bending to your toes, you begin trailing your fingertips up your legs, hips swaying to the music.
You can set a fire on me
Over your hips, up your torso…
Hot damn, pop it like a pistol, mama
You clutch your breasts with sudden force, staring down your reflection with haughty confidence.
You got me down on my knees, begging please
Curling your fingers into your hair, you swing your head side to side with the song, each line filling you with sensual confidence. You throw your head back like an exotic dancer, then walk over and perch yourself at your vanity. Slowly you apply a lacquer of red to your lips, the ultimate power trip.
I'm comin', baby
I'm comin' for you, yeah
Locked (locked), loaded (loaded)
Shoot my shot tonight
You cap the lipstick and raise a challenging eyebrow at yourself in the mirror. Perfect.
I'm comin', baby
I'm comin' for you
Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind.
Your lips curl into a dangerous smile. Get ready John, here I come.
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A soft rap of knuckles on wood alert you to his presence outside the bedroom door.
“Enter.” Your voice is low and commanding, and you quickly disguise the thrill that rises in your chest when John steps through the doorway. Maintaining your cool, aloof exterior could be hard when your boyfriend looked that damn good.
John licks his lips hungrily as his dark eyes rove your curves. He strides over to you, ready to snatch you up into his arms, but you smack his hands away with a loud, stinging slap.
“Ohoho, look at you…” you leer at him, eyebrows arching in mock surprise. “Have you already forgotten your rules? You cannot touch me until I allow it…”
He growls as you circle him, stalking him like the lioness you are.
“What if I said fuck your rules?”
You freeze. Slowly—painfully so—you step around him until you’re right at his chest, glaring upwards.
“What did you just say to me?”
“I said—”
SMACK. Across the face. You monitor his reaction, and see his eyes twinkling devilishly as he returns your gaze. This is that game you play together: John pretending you can hurt him, you pretending his smartass comments do anything but turn you on. You love it. He loves it. But his insolence can’t go unchecked if you are to maintain control. Both of you knew, though, that everything would stop on a dime if it went too far. Fittingly, the safe word you shared was Continental—although neither of you have had to use it yet.
“Well, Mr. Wick,” you snarl at him, “the rules are the rules. Play by them or don’t play at all…and we both know you want to play.” You glance pointedly at his growing erection. “Just as I thought. Now sit on the bed.”
John rolls his eyes dramatically but obediently takes his seat. You realize he is still fully clothed and frown. Now that won’t do.
“John,” you smile at him sweetly, “could you remove your clothing for me, baby?” He begins to disrobe slowly to infuriate you, but picks up the pace when he sees your eyes flash in warning. He chuckles internally, relishing his ability to get you riled up. As he strips, you take the chance to grab a few supplies.
You return with a silky restraints, a blindfold, your riding crop, and a bowl of ice cubes that you keep hidden from John’s view. He is perched at the end of your king-sized bed (necessary for a man of his proportions), beautifully exposed to you. You lick your lips. Delicious, you think, striding over to him. You grip his jaw firmly in your right hand, bending down slightly to look him directly in the eyes.
“Now who gave you the right to look this good? Hmm?”
John grins at you cockily, but you can see a slight blush rising to his cheeks. You tilt his chin up towards your face and run your tongue along his bottom lip so gently it feels like a breath, then swiftly bite down and tug at it, reveling in the slight whimper that escapes him.
“Now lay back.” You break away from his mouth suddenly, shoving his chest so that he falls onto the waiting mattress. Crawling over him, you playfully herd him towards the headboard with nips and kisses expertly placed on sensitive skin. Once he is propped up against the headboard, gazing at you with tangible heat, you set to work restraining him.
Beginning at his neck, you lick a possessive stripe of saliva down to his wrist, then blow on it gently, raising goosebumps on his arm as you tie one hand to a bedpost. You do the same on the other side, then straddle him, blindfold in hand.
“What, I don’t get to see you do all these dirty things to me?” John hits you with a stern look, acting as if this sensory deprivation wasn’t one of his favorite things. In fact, he loved how it kept him on edge, awaiting each touch and trying to predict where it would land. It was honestly an amazing way to hone his other senses for while he was on the job, even though work was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.
Mocking him with an exaggerated pout, you slip the cover over his eyes, making sure to brush the hair off of his face first.
You slide off his lap, trailing your nails down his chest as you position yourself to kneel between his legs. Reaching up towards his face with your riding crop, you gently caress the line of his jaw. The rich scent of the leather unveils your tool’s identity to John, and you see him bite his bottom lip in anticipation.
“Well, aren’t you a sight,” you purr, voice as silken as the ropes restraining him. “If only you could see how WET—” THWACK! “—You’re making me right now sweetheart.” You quickly pop an ice cube in your mouth, and sooth the stinging heart-shaped mark you left on his ribcage with a frozen kiss.
“Fuuck,” John groans, erection stiffening. “Baby your mouth is so cold it’s driving me insane.”
You grin and, holding the ice between your lips, trail your mouth from his collarbones to his chest, around his nipples, and down his happy trail to his hips. John squirms pleasantly below you, yelping as it passes over more sensitive areas. His arms flex against his restraints, granting you full view of his physical prowess. And he’s at MY mercy…
THWACK! Another heart lands on his thigh, red heat immediately opposed by cold lips. The ice has melted now, but your mouth is still freezing. You scoot backwards and hover your face over his inner thighs, then kiss an excruciatingly slow and frosty trail up to his balls. John is positively losing his mind. He lets out a frustrated yell and tugs at the ropes that hold him when you lap at the pair, desperate to grab you by the hair and put you to work.
Humming in approval, you caress his throbbing length with the tips of your fingers, careful to keep your touches too gentle to get him anywhere but more worked up. John growls down at you, unable to do anything about it.
“Oh, I’m SORRY—” you grip his cock with sudden force giving him a few good pumps before removing your hand entirely. “—You’ll just have to wait longer now.”
“Jesus FUCK. I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please don’t stop.” John was on the verge of full on begging. Exactly what you wanted.
“Hmm… what was that?” You needed to hear him say it. Tell him how much he wanted you to fuck him. How much he needed you. Then it would be on.
“Please, baby. Please. I’m begging you. I need you right now, baby. Please fuck me. I can’t take this much longer…”
And with that, you take his entirely into your mouth, saliva dripping from your lips. You suck his dick in the filthiest way possible, moaning and calling his name as you choke on him. Heat is building in your core, and your own juices are beginning to drip down your legs. You needed him now.
You move to kneel so that your wet pussy is positioned right above his vertical length, brushing your lacy undergarments tantalizingly against his tip. You lean forward and watch John’s shocked expression as you remove his blindfold. His eyes glaze over with lust as he takes in the sight of you nearly riding him.
“Wha—?”
“I want you to watch very carefully.” You pull your panties to the side with your left hand, gripping his cock with your right. Lining yourself up, you glance back up at him.
“Do you want me?”
“Yes,” he pants.
“I said do you want me?”
“YES. Yes, I want—” His words are cut off by an obscene moan as you sink down on him, taking him all into your warm, tight folds. You let out a sigh as well, fire heating your belly.
“Look at you,” you coo at him, “stretching me out like this. Look how huge you look inside of me. Yessss baby, give it to me. Give it all to me.”
“Oh my GOD. FUCK.” His eyes roll back into his head, and he matches your rhythm with thrusts of his hips, pulling on his restraints for leverage. You reach down and rub quick circles over your clit, clenching around his dick as you near the edge.
“I’m close John,” you whine, and the sound nearly causes him to cum right then and there. You feel him fighting to maintain control of himself, and command him to wait for you to get there.
Panting, you finally feel the shuddering release of orgasm grip your body, and you feel John filling you with his load as he finishes simultaneously with a yell of pleasure. You fall to his chest, and you both rest like that for a minute—sweaty and euphoric. Hands shaking slightly with leftover adrenaline, you untie John’s wrists and kiss them lovingly where the skin was marked.
“You did amazing, John,” you praise, running your hands through his hair.
“Me?” He chuckles at you fondly. “You did all the work!”
You both laugh and nuzzle into each other, ready for the the replenishing sleep that lay ahead.
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Tag list: @mikaneonox @onebatch—twobatch @catsmieow @homesoutofhuman @lunilate I included only the people who said they’d like to be tagged in everything, but if you’re tagged in Sparrow (or even if you aren’t) and want to be added to my universal tag list, let me know!
as per @wickedlangdon‘s request and with the help of @ladyreapermc we have today’s drabble with Mr. Wick 😈
“Have you been a good boy, John?” you whispered into his ear, getting a soft whimper as a response.
You wrapped the leash around your hand and pulled it downwards harshly, making him kneel in front of you. There was something dark and lustful in his eyes and you absolutely loved when he looked at you like that while he was at your mercy.
Sprawled out in the armchair you had him on his knees right between your legs, when you pulled at the leash again, another soft whimper fell from his lips and he just stared at you with puppy eyes.
“You’ve been a very good boy John” your hand cupped the side of his face and he pushed his face into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment, before looking up at you again, “so you deserve a treat.”
As you leaned in, your face close to his, you could feel his hot and unsteady breath on your lips and when you brushed them with yours he gasped, flinching closer to you. You stopped him from moving closer, tugging harshly at his collar, “P-please… let me taste your lips darling” John rasped, his hands squeezed into fists, moving them impatiently around his thighs.
He was dying to touch you now, pushed to the brink of breaking the rules you set him and he knew you’d love to punish him, to make him beg, without giving him all of those things he needed so desperately right now.
“Tell me what you want John, what you desire the most right now” with another pull at the leash you brought his face once again close to yours.
“A kiss” he mumbled out, flicking his tongue over his lower lip.
“Just a kiss John?” you teased him a little, letting your fingertips graze his jawline, “Just a kiss and nothing else?”
“We will start with a kiss…”
With a harsh pull on his collar you made him jolt his head backwards, a muffled groan rolling off his tongue, “You’re not the one making your demands John” you growled into his ear, your hand gripping his chin and moving it upwards, “I’m in full control tonight and you better behave, unless you want to get pegged.”
“But I want to be pegged” he breathed out, the sound so soft it barely made it to your ears.
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Hello sweetie! love your works and your blog <3 i'm so much in love with poly!queen and some soft dom/sub with the boys, John and Rog subs of Fred and Bri. And i'm such a slut for the collar kink... John with a collar in black leather, very classic that Fred gave him the first time they had sex. Rog chose it with Brian, a shiny red and loves it when Bri touches it before kissing it hard. (bonus: but no one can touch their collars, apart from their masters)
So first of all, I gotta ask: are you familiar with the amazing concept created by I Belong To You Forever by @bohemian-rhapsody-slash? It’s an amazing little piece of universe-building, similar to how people write ABO dynamics but with dom/sub dynamics instead. I think that’ll be right up your alley. ;) Anyway, this answer will borrow heavily from that verse.
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“Well, aren’t you a pretty thing?”
John froze. The record executive was only an inch taller than him, but he was significantly heavier, and he had John backed into a corner.
Still, John tilted his head a little, just enough to show the black leather of the collar about his neck. A little smile played over his lips as he remembered Freddie giving it to him, the first night they spent together…the way Freddie had looked so sweet and hopeful, as he asked John to wear his collar…
Then fat, stubby fingers were stroking the skin just above the collar, hooking under the edge, and John snarled, grabbing the man’s wrist with a grip almost strong enough to break.
“Get your hands off me.”
“Let go of me at once, you impudent little-”
“John!”
Roger’s voice was held artificially high as he bounced into the corner, pressing a delighted kiss to John’s cheek. His shirt was cut very low, showing off the bright red collar, shiny and studded with tiny golden stars. John remembered laughing when Roger and Brian brought it home, but he’d been so happy for his friend at the loving way Brian looked at him, long fingers closing the clasps and marking Roger as his.
“There you are. Bri and Freddie were looking for you,” Roger grinned, ignoring the record exec. John’s grip loosened as he turned to Roger, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see the marks of his grip, already purpling.
“We’d best go find our doms, then,” John smiled sweetly. “Come on, Rog.”
He grabbed Roger’s hand and took off, weaving through the crowd. When they were out of sight of the corner, John slowed, allowing Roger to walk by his side.
“You all right, John?”
“Fine,” John shrugged. “I just - I hate it when people try to touch my collar. No-one touches it but Freddie. Or you or Bri, but I’m not even that keen on that.”
“I get it,” Roger reassured him. “If anyone other than Bri touches it, I freak out. I don’t even really like Freddie touching it that much,” he admitted.
“There you two are,” came Brian’s warm voice, and the two subs turned, eyes brightening at the sight of Brian and Freddie leaning against the bar. “What have you been up to?”
Roger immediately plastered himself to Brian’s side, while John draped himself over Freddie, his chin hooked over his shoulder.
“Stopping John from breaking someone’s wrists.”
“Oh?” Freddie murmured. “What did the person do?”
“Some dom was trying to touch under my collar,” John huffed.
“And you nearly broke his wrist? Good, good boy, my clever little sub.” Freddie tilted John’s face up to kiss him. “I’m going to reward you so well when we get home.”
John’s face lit up with a pleased grin.
“Roger came in to protect me,” he added, looking across at Brian. “He stopped me from actually hurting the man, but he also got me out of there.”
“Is that so?” Brian let his proud tone show in his voice. “My little spitfire. There’ll be a reward for you this evening then too.” His hand slid down and grasped Roger’s ass firmly, and Roger felt himself grin back at John.
“Will you use the choke leash tonight, Master?” Roger asked, looking up at Brian from under his eyelashes.
Brian laughed. “Of course, if you wish it, little one.”
Freddie’s fingers slipped under the rim of John’s collar, tightening it against his throat, and John let out a purr of pleasure as his breath shortened.