Hii!! I was wondering if you still wrote for Johnny Depp??
hi lovely! I’m sorry but i do not write for johnny depp anymore! I write for Keanu & keanu characters and i’m currently working on an adam driver worklist & others! Thank you for the ask 🫶🏼
which keanu character(s) do you think would be the horniest🫣 like, highest sex drive, has already fucked you on every surface of the house but still craves for more, masturbates to the thought of you or to your pics while you were away— good god i need to be sedated immediately.
ᯇ KEANU CHARACTERS & HIGHEST SEX DRIVE ⋆ ˚ ༘ *
⊹ fem!reader. smut. mentions of cum. ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭ ✧ hey pookies i've been a little inactive these last two days but i'm back with some headcanons.
ted logan.
he's gotta be number one on this list. poor dude pops a boner just looking at you in your miniskirt or see-through tops.
ted's always so needy for you, and 9/10 times jacks off in the shower when you're not around. his imagination runs wild, thinking of the water trickling down in between your breasts— BRR HIS BRAIN JUST MALFUNCTIONS 😵💫😵💫
he is so grabby with you: pressing kisses to the back of your neck, and his hands trailing under your shirt.
he's definitely the one with the highest sex drive in this keanuverse.
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kevin lomax.
hear me out,,,, 'cause i honestly think kevin is also a horny bastard.
even canonically, he's so playful and touchy, and when he's not holding you– you can feel him undressing you with his eyes.
high chance you guys have done it all around the apartment.
i'm talking kitchen island, living room floor, dining table, shower, office desk, etc.
kevin's so lovesick and obsessed with you, his sex drive is through the damn roof when he sees you. especially right before an important event or gala, when you show up in your designer dress and covered in expensive jewelry.
he often jokes about having a quickie in the elevator on your way to the gala— and it's often embarrassing that you walk out covered in hickeys or kevin's lips smeared with lipstick
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neo.
LISTENNNN,,, i love my baby neo i hardly ever include him in these
but he rightfully deserves a place here!!
being so busy with the whole "saving-zion" and other tiresome duties that come with being 'the one'— he hardly ever gets to see you... but that doesn't mean he doesn't think about you.
like ted, when he's alone in his room on the nebuchadnezzar... he can't help the blood rushing down his torso, when he pulls out the pretty picture you gave him before he left for his mission.
he grits his teeth, suffocating his moans down his throat as his hands rub up and down his throbbing cock.
the man is alllllll over you the second he returns from a mission LAWDD.
Shane Falco x Reader (A/n- The things I do at 1am. Idk if its any good. Also, I feel like it’s important to mention that I don’t know squat about about football, so every one of these terms came straight from google)
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Her bright, wide eyes followed him around the lush, green field, sectioned off with the distinct white markings. Her mouth hung agape in anticipation as she clutched her half drank beer tightly. It was easy for Y/n to identify him as Shane moved strategically around the field, not just by the bold number ‘16’ printed on the front and back of his bright red, currently grass stained, t-shirt, but also by his build, the way he carried the ball as he ran and really, just everything about him. She would know Shane from a mile away with the pouring rain blurring her vision.
Summary: Shane takes you out on the water for your third date, and even against the cool breeze, Shane doesn’t fail to heat things up.
Warning: smut, NSFW 18+, fluff, water play, literally every other smut warning
Washington in the summertime is hot, with the glaring sun beating down against pavements and waves, it’s almost impossible to stay cool until nightfall. At night, there’s a slight breeze that rolls in from the west, fluttering against your cheek, kissing you coolly, and it’s cold enough to wear a light shawl. That’s what you’d worn tonight, on your date with Shane. You donned a distressed white shawl, and it looked like that of a fishing net, wrapping around your shoulders, providing ample room for the breeze to roll in. Underneath the shawl, is a beautiful, silk and sapphire-colored, slip-dress, which against your soft skin, felt amazing in the subtle heat of the night. Strapped sandals were your choice of footwear tonight, you didn’t wanna take your chance on the dock to Shane’s boat.
Shane’s boat, your destination tonight, is where you’ll have your third date with him. You’d admit that you are a little nervous, as things between Shane and you have grown more serious. He’s incredibly kind, keeps you guessing in the best possible way, and best part of all, he’s always made you laugh like never before. Shane, with deep eyes, always seemed to relax you at the sight of them, and you’ll find solace in looking at them every chance you'd get. Ever since he quit football and the fast-track life, he’s slowed down in life, enjoying everything it has to offer, especially with you by his side.
He’s busy at the dock right now, he’d said in a text early, and said to meet him later on this evening wearing something pretty for him. Even through text, he never fails to make your cheeks heat up. The sun was setting slowly as you walked the short distance to the pier where Shane’s boat rests. Wind flying past you, shuffling your hair around, Shane catches a glimpse of you and calls out your name. In the far distance you see him, waving his arms with a wide grin on his face.
“Y/n! You made it!” He exclaims as you grew closer, and he embraces you in a tight hug that makes your heart flutter. “You look and smell fantastic.” he smirks, and enjoys as your cheeks turn as red as the sunset.
“Thanks, Shane.” Your soft smile makes him grin even wider his cheeks might hurt. Your wandering eyes take note of the table topped with piping hot Italian food and large glasses of wine, even glancing at the candles he placed around the boat. “Sure the candles won’t be a fire hazard?” You crack, relishing in the sound of his deep laughter that rumbles from his belly.
“Even you, Y/n, can’t resist poking fun at my romantic schemes. That’s what I love about you, girl.” The sentence makes your heart jump in your throat, and you clear your throat to cover your surprise.
“Well, I guess you’ll need to plan on me sticking around more often, huh?” You tease, and he gives you an equally teasing look of his eye.
“Maybe I already did.” He states, pulling out your chair for you as your mouth catches flies. You sit with a sly grin as he takes the seat across from you. Somehow, you felt hot under his heavy gaze, and maybe it’s the way the candle light warmed your skin, or the way the light teasing flickered and danced across your skin for him. Either way, he’s staring at you like you derived from the stars, placed down onto this earth just for him. To be his, and only his.
“I can’t believe you did all this for me!” Your smile is uncontainable as you take everything in again. “This is just so beautiful, Shane.” Looking at him, his eyes grow soft. “Of course I did this for you, y/n, I feel really good about us, and sorry if it’s too crazy, but, I can’t stop thinking about you.” Your hand pauses in front of your mouth, hiding your giddied smile. His hand grasps onto yours that rests on the tablecloth, and plays with the delicate Pearl bracelet you adorned, gifted by your grandmother a few summers back. Little things like this, made life so much more intimate that us as humans know—how close we can be to another person, to be able to share the same breath with that person.
You could tell Shane was it for you, and you were beginning to think he’s feeling the same way. “Shane, I’m so glad you said that. You are a constant track in my mine, and it just plays on loop.” He smiles at you, giving your hand a soft squeeze, his index finger running along your palm. As you finished your dinner together, he never let go; he needed to prove to you he was here to stay.
About ten minutes went by since you’ve finished your meal, and your leg occasionally brushed along Shane’s as the waves slightly rocked the boat, he stood up, not before sneaking a quick kiss on your cheek, and grabs the dishes and walks them downstairs into the boat’s lower deck. Suddenly missing his presence, you follow him downstairs where you let out a short gasp at the sight in front of you; rose petals scattered around the bed and floor, candles lining the bed’s shelves, and Shane, standing against the counter with a smirk on his face.
“You didn’t—“
“I did,” he shrugs, “but it was supposed to be another surprise.” he states, tsk-ing you as your giggle fills the room.
“I’m sorry,” you pout, stepping down the stairs and throwing your arms around his waist, where you then rest your chin on his chest looking up at him with big doe eyes. He sighs, smiling and rolling his eyes, annoyed at how quickly he gives into your charms, how weak he is for you.
“Luckily for you, with a face like yours, I can’t even be fake mad with you.” Another giggle from y/n, and the sound of it fills something he didn’t know he needed in his heart.
“Y/n?” he asks after a moment in silence. To which you hum in response. “Will you be my girlfriend?” Your heart almost leaps out of your chest as you nod fervently, allowing him to press his lips to yours. It’s like a dam breaks, and he’s on a mission to taste you. The wine leaves a sensual bitterness on your tongue in which Shane savors, his tongue dipping in to caress yours, and his hands are seeking purchase on your body. First, they land on your back, splaying and smoothing circles as his lips continue to work with yours, and a small gasp leaves your throat as he bites your lip.
“Tell me you want me just as much as I want you.” he breathes, his hands snaking lower to grab at supple flesh through silk. With another gasp, you reply, “God, please Shane, I’ll always want you.” Another smirk forms against your lips from Shane, and his knees slowly back you up, before you’re met with the soft sheets of Shane’s bed. Your hair lays around your head like a halo, and gravity has worked on pushing your breasts further into his view. You look like an absolute vixen before his eyes.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he breathes, and dips down to kiss you again. You’re on cloud nine, still reeling from when he’d asked you to be his girl, and you’re about to fuck each other’s brains out right now!
“Shane!” You gasp, grabbing at his chocolate locks, “Please,” you bed, and he hums. He discards your shawl with about the same ease as trying to fit a square peg in a round hole, and you laugh again. The comfort you have with Shane, scares you and surprises you, but with the way Shane has been nothing short of a gentleman with you, you shouldn’t be worried.
“I got you, baby.” He smiles up at you as he kisses the middle of your clothed-stomach, “Jus’ want you to relax and let me pleasure you.” His calloused hands, from years of football and working on his boat, remove your dress, and you’re naked for the first time in front of Shane. Heat festers in your cheeks but your shyness evaporates when you look at him and he’s looking at you like you’re the last giant stuffed prize from the carnival.
“My God, woman.” He stares at you hungrily, “Can you get any hotter? You’re killing me, here.” Giggling, you pull at his shirt, desperate to get it off, and when he does, your hands are finding their way around his body as he kisses you. Your hand dips lower and finds he’s already hard as a rock, and you can tell he’s big.
“Fuck, your hand on my cock is almost enough for me” he breathes, and he stands up, unbuttoning his jeans that you forgot to mention, looked sinfully good on him, and his cock sprung free, red and angry at the tip, and leaking too. Your mouth waters as he stands there in all his naked glory.
His lips find yours again, only this time staying there for a quick second before dipping down to leave hasty and hot kisses on your neck, getting drunk on the scent of you. Warm vanilla and amber. The waves lap against the boat sides as Shane’s lips finally land on your nipples, nipping and sucking and teasing gasps and moans from your throat as you get lost in the feeling. You’re unraveling before him and it’s the most sexiest thing he’s ever seen; needy and begging for more of him.
“You’re so fucking sexy, my girl.” Words are mumbled from being preoccupied with your nipples, and all you can do is mewl and paw at him. “Gonna make you feel so good, make you feel so loved.” Lips travel further and they dance across your navel, sending shivers up your spine and goosebumps litter your skin.
“So sensitive there, little girl?” The statement ended more like a question and when he doesn’t get a response, a light smack lands on your inner thigh. You jolt, unbeknownst to such pleasure from slight pain, and you whimper. “Shane,” you beg and again, a slap on the inner thigh.
“No, baby, I asked you a question.” He states, a teasing look on his face. A finger lands on your clit and presses down, causing you to moan loudly. “Yes! It’s so sensitive there!” You whimper like a little brat, and in your drunken haze of pleasure, you fail to notice him grab from a bucket of ice. His finger remains on your clit, slightly wiggling around and adding some friction.
“Shane!” You gasp as you feel the ice on your clit, the mixture of cold and the heat from your dripping cunt are almost enough to send you over the edge as he marvels at you.
“Does that feel good, princess? Am I making you feel good, baby?” He asks as the ice travels lower, and rests against your hole. This i something foreign to you, but you’ve never felt hotter.
“Yes, fuck!” You squeal, and the ice is flung somewhere and your waist is pulled towards the edge of the bed, your cunt meeting face to face with Shane’s devilishly-smiling mouth. His eyes latch onto yours as his tongue dips in, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. His tongue expertly dips into your hole, while a finger plays with your clit.
“Fuck, you taste so fucking good.” he moans into your pussy, and your hand flies to grab onto his hair. He switches his rhythm, his fingers replacing his mouth, two digits slowly pumping into you. You can feel the familiar knot building in your stomach, and you warn him. “Shane…!” You cry.
Speeding up his movements, “Let go, baby, that’s it.” He states as you peak, your orgasm hitting you hard. His name falls off your lips like a mantra as you come down from your high, and you feel his kisses against your forehead, bringing you back down to earth.
He shifts you two, so you’re laying back up at the head of the bed, and tugs on his cock in front of you, which pre-cum has soaked the tip. “Shane, I need to fuck me, now.” Your words are breathless, but he gets the point. You feel his tip teasing at your hole, before slowly and deeply entering you. You moan at the fullness of him, and he can feel your cunt tighten around his cock, a groan rumbling in his chest.
“Fuck, y/n. You’re so fucking tight, shit,” he breathes as he slowly pumps into you. You can feel him sliding inside you, that fullness never leaving and the burn of his cock stretching you is fading fast, pleasure soon replacing it.
“fuck, Shane, please fuck me!” You cry, as he’s driving into you now, his tip hitting your g-spot perfectly. You’ve never felt so full, and his lips press against yours sloppily and greedily.
“Yeah, I bet you feel so full of my cock, probably already addicted to it.” His words are filthy in your ears and it only heats up the moment more.
“Shane, fuck, you’re so big!” You whine, whimpering as his hips snap against yours at a bruising pace.
“Shit, I’m not gonna last long, baby,” he states, and you can feel the falter in his hips as your orgasm sneaks on you, the tip of his head hits your g-spot just right and sends you over the edge. You cry out his name as his orgasm follows shortly after, feeling him fill you full of his cum. Slumping against your body, his eyes find yours and he offers you a smile that’s so lazily in love with you.
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Post-coitus, your legs are entertained with each other’s under the covers in Shane’s bed, an old Seinfeld re-run playing on his laptop, but you’re too lost in each other’s embrace to even care. You’re Shane’s priority now, and he’s going to make sure you’re only his for the rest of your lives.
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YALLLL, I’ve literally sat and did this in maybe like two hours??? record-breaking if you ask me! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Before you and John got together, you had your fun, and you had your friends. You were always headed to the next bar with your friends when you first met John in passing. Tall, dark, and handsome, you were immediately drawn to him.
You saw him again when you were closing up your antique bookstore and he stopped in.
“I’m sorry, sir, but we’re closed for the night.” You stare at him as he lights up a cigarette. “And we definitely don’t allow smoking in here, either.”
”Sorry, doll.” Flicking out his cig, he walks up to your counter. “I need a book, and I’m hoping you have it.” He was a little pale, like he’d seen a ghost, and if it wasn’t for your terrified scream at the looming dark figure behind him, you and him would probably be toast right about now.
Ever since he saved both your lives that night, you agreed to drive him around jobs in the city, and it was fun and terrifying at the same time.
he’d started to grow close with you after some time, the sound of your laughter making his stomach do cartwheels, the way your hair smelled right after your shower, and the way you applied your lotion to your legs had him stiffening in his pants. Doing this in front of him was an innocent act on your part, but you were oblivious to the torture you were causing.
Asking john to fasten your necklaces was a common reoccurrence. He was tall and could see the back of your neck anyways so it was just easier for him to do it. He’d fasten the necklace, all the while, holding his breath as to not sigh out in part of the sweet smell wafting from your neck; some old perfume of yours.
You had gotten your first boyfriend some months after meeting John, still oblivious to the huge crush he had on you. Everything was going fine, until John started to act weird around you and your partner.
He’d come out just wrapped in a towel from the shower, and you’d catch yourself staring at him, mouth catching flies as he states, “oh, sorry guys, thought I’d be alone tonight.” He smirks, and he knows what he’s doing.
Your boyfriend would try and talk to john about getting you gifts, asking what you’d like and John would give him wrong answers out of pure jealousy.
Don’t even get me started on how he would be starring daggers at the guy whenever he would kiss or touch you in front of John.
Dude is full on simp-mode at this point
When you finally break up with your current toy, John takes every opportunity to make you realize he’s it for you.
Purposefully placing things on the top shelf so you’d ask him too bring it down, his hands grabbing at your waist, sending shivers up your spine as he steadies himself.
The trailing of his fingers on your nap as he fasten your necklace once more.
The flirtatious teasing and glances from across the breakfast table.
One night, after getting ready to go out with your friends, decked out in makeup and one tight dress, he snaps.
“Don’t go.” He states, standing in front of the doorway.
”John, don’t be an ass, I’m going out with my friends. Please move.”
“I said, don’t go.” He stands up from leaning against the door wand walked towards you like a predator tracking his prey. “I said, don’t go because I don’t want to see you with anyone else but me.”
Your mouth opens and shuts as your brain rewires itself. “What do you mean, John?” You finally finds the words as you realize you’ve backed yourself into a corner.
”I love you, y/n. i fucking love you and it hurts me to see another man touch what’s rightfully mine.” He kisses you hard, and you find yourself melting, wrapping yourself in cig smoke and whiskey as the door closes, cutting out the sound of your laughter and John’s.
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I’m sorry if this sux. I’ve been dealing with a nasty head cold but i wanted to get this out for you guys. Please enjoy!!
Can you please write part 2 of the dating headcanons for John Constantine? How will he act around reader while he is still crushing on her and hasn't confessed? What will happen when he gets jealous when she gets attention from other men?
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