Though I know my heart would break/I'd tell them, "Put me back in it".
In the city where shadows whispered secrets and the night held its breath in anticipation, Constantine, prowled the dimly lit alleys. His life was a tapestry woven with threads of darkness and the eternal struggle against the demonic forces that sought to breach the fragile barrier between worlds.
One moonlit night, after a fierce battle that left the air thick with the acrid scent of infernal smoke, Constantine found himself in a secluded corner of the city. The echoes of the confrontation still resonated in his chest, a haunting melody of battles fought and adversaries vanquished. Yet, amidst the triumph, an unfamiliar ache lingered - a longing that echoed in the chambers of his heart.
The night seemed to hold its breath as he leaned against a cold stone wall, the city's pulse throbbing beneath his fingertips. In the solitude of the moment, he pondered the inexplicable yearning that tugged at the frayed edges of his warrior's resolve.
"Though I know my heart would break," Constantine whispered to the shadows, his voice a mere exhale in the stillness. The admission hung in the air, a confession to the universe that even a stoic demon hunter carried the burden of unspoken desires.
In the midst of the urban labyrinth, where mortal and supernatural forces collided, Constantine felt an unfamiliar vulnerability. The city's heartbeat, usually drowned by the cacophony of nocturnal life, now echoed the rhythm of his introspection.
As he navigated the labyrinthine alleys, a figure emerged from the darkness - a woman, cloaked in shadows like an ethereal wraith. Her eyes, pools of mystery that held the secrets of both realms, met Constantine's with an unspoken understanding.
In the silence that stretched between them, Constantine recognized a kindred spirit - an ally in the ceaseless war against the demonic forces. She, too, carried the weight of battles on her shoulders, and in her presence, Constantine sensed a resonance that transcended the realm of supernatural camaraderie.
"I'd tell them, 'Put me back in it,'" Constantine murmured, his voice a low declaration that hung in the air. The words, a plea to the cosmic forces that governed fate, held a quiet desperation. He was willing to endure the heartbreak, the vulnerability, for the chance to delve deeper into the enigma of his own desires.
As they walked through the labyrinth together, Constantine and the woman forged a connection that defied the usual boundaries of their existence. They shared tales of battles won and lost, victories celebrated and scars earned. In each other's presence, the weight of their duties felt momentarily lifted, replaced by a shared understanding that transcended words.
In the heart of the city, where the boundaries between realms blurred, Constantine and the woman stood face to face. The moon cast a silvery glow on their figures, an ethereal spotlight on a moment that held the promise of vulnerability and connection.
And then, as if guided by an unseen force, Constantine and the woman leaned in. Their lips met in a kiss that tasted of both victory and longing - a union that held the echoes of countless battles and the quiet whispers of unspoken desires.
In that transformative kiss, Constantine discovered a solace that transcended the chaos of his existence. The heartbreak he had feared seemed a small price to pay for the warmth and connection that blossomed in the embrace of the night.
As they parted, the city's heartbeat resumed its rhythmic pulse, echoing the quiet triumph of a demon hunter who, in the midst of shadows and battles, found a sanctuary in the arms of a kindred spirit. And in the quiet aftermath of that kiss, Constantine embraced the vulnerability that came with the acknowledgment of his own heart - a heart that, despite the perilous nature of his calling, dared to beat for connection and the promise of a shared journey through the shadows.
“If I die, I’m haunting you first.” with Johnny please?
“This is stupid,” you said, staring down at the sigil on the floor. “This is beyond stupid. Have I mentioned this is stupid?”
“It’s not stupid, luv,” John insisted. “It’s magic. The spell called for a virgin, and unfortunately for me that ship has sailed, sunk, and will never be seen again by any search teams or treasure hunters.”
You rolled your eyes, “I refuse to believe your dick game is that strong. Mainly because you’re about to kill me.”
“I’m not gonna kill you,” he explained. “I’m using your body as an energy conduit. All you have to do there is stand there and be your darling, gorgeous self, which shouldn’t be that hard.”
“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”
“I’m counting on it,” he lifted his hands as they glowed with yellow. “Now, hold still.”
KINK: Pegging ft. Constantine;
As requested by: @girl-at-the-verge;
Words: 825;
Warnings: you bet it’s smut;
Constantine hissed through his clenched teeth and the muscles in his thighs flexed, “Can I come, please?” He asked through a hoarse voice.
He was always so needy, so you tutted “Not yet, we haven’t even gotten to the fun stuff.” You reminded him.
John continued to let out whiny sighs and moans as you slowly squeezed and stroked his full length. Your free hand began to lightly rub his thigh, inching closer and closer to his tight little ass. He whimpered feeling your fingers ghosting over him before you pulled away and adjusted his legs, spreading them and putting his knees up.
“Open up.” You commanded and slipped your fingers between John’s needy lips where he sucked on them, making silent noises and rubbing his tongue along your finger pads. You pulled your fingers from his mouth with a soft ‘pop’ and he let out a sigh of disappointment.
After you reached for a bottle of lube, spreading the liquid on your fingers and rubbing them between his cheeks. John let out a loud moan when he felt your fingers brush against his hole, you paused your motions, “What do you want?” You asked, urging him to beg for it.
He did, he always begged for you, “Fingers, please.” His voice sounded desperate and small.
Your mouth hung ajar as you inserted one finger into John’s ass, he gasped and arched his back at the feeling of fullness and preened against your touch, you soon added another one to help prepare him for tonight’s activities. You pumped your fingers in and out, curling them and rubbing against his walls while Constantine desperately tried to stay still like you had previously instructed him to. Your free hand continued to pump his painfully hard cock with long languid motions, he was a mess beneath you.
His greased hair had become sweaty and his cheeks were dusted pink. You loved seeing him like this. He was aching for a strong woman to control him and you gave it to him.
You pulled your fingers out of him and spread his cheeks, John let out a needy whine, “You ready for me, darling?” You cooed, leaning over him and lightly cupping his face.
John leaned into your touch, his eyes shut blissfully, “Yes, please.” He begged.
You pulled away from him to ready yourself, “Be a good boy and sit still for me.” You said giving him a warning look. You reached over and grabbed your double strap on, letting out a soft moan as you inserted your portion inside of you and then rubbed lube on the exposed portion. You tightened the straps around your hips and thighs and squirted even more lube on your hand, just to make sure Constantine would be comfortable.
You hovered over him and smoothed his sweaty hair away from his forehead and brushed it back, “You’re my good boy, yeah?” You asked, rubbing the plastic cock between his cheeks. John found himself lost in the anticipation, his eye closed and his breathing rough, “Come on, Johnny, I need you to talk to me.” You said lightly tapping the side of his face.
Constantine opened his eyes to look at you, his pupils were blown with pleasure and they looked as though it took all his will power to focus on your face. “Yeah,” he said breathlessly, swallowing thickly, glancing down to where your legs were pressed against the backs of his thighs.
You followed his line of sight and lightly pressed the plastic cock against his well prepped ass. His mouth fell open and he inhaled sharply feeling you stretch him before you teasingly pulled back. “Please,” John whined, his nose scrunching in frustration
“Please what?” You teased.
“Fuck me, please.” Constantine said softly, his brows furrowed.
You slowly inserted the plastic cock into him, you moaned feeling the pressure against the insert inside you as it pushed deeper inside your wet cunt and gave Constantine a moment to adjust, softly kissing his cheeks. “You’re so good,” you cooed, “My good boy, John.” You said, as you placed light kisses all over his face.
Constantine moaned and spread his legs further apart allowing you to sink in a little bit more. His cock twitched against his stomach as he desperately held back his need to release and tried to steady his breathing. Once it was caught, he let out one last shaky breath. “M-move,” he choked out, “Please.”
You sat up and lightly moved your hips causing a moan to slip from both of your mouths before you pulled out and slammed your hips against his setting a steady rhythm. Soft moans spilled from John’s lips and filled the room. You continued to pump his cock in tandem with your thrust, you felt his thighs tense around you. “Don’t,” you warned, “You’re not allowed to come yet.” You said pulling your hand away from him and resting it on his belly.
Ice cream weather is over, but there are better thing to lick 😏
KINK: Licking ft. Constantine;
As requested by: @fandoms-are-my-friends-1321;
Words: 307;
Warnings: you bet it’s smut;
You licked a trail up his chest and felt him shiver; sucking your way up his neck, then to his lips, you paid special attention to his jaw that you admired for years.
His erection was poking against your thigh and you felt him twitch as you lightly bit the skin on his jaw. The feeling of your breasts moving so slowly against his chest was sublime and convinced you that you were an absolute idiot for not doing this years ago.
Constantine’s hands were in your hair and he was trying to move you up to his lips, but you weren’t going to rush. Your seduction of John Constantine had taken far too long and you wanted to enjoy it. During the day he got to be the boss. He got to decide where to go and he got to drive, but now - you were in charge. And he was begging you for it.
He’d started it all, but you were going to finish… him.
So you made your way to his lips and kissed him with an open mouth and drove your tongue into his. He responded immediately by sliding his own tongue against yours and you felt another twitch on your thigh that made you smile into the kiss. Removing your tongue from his mouth, you bit his lower lip eliciting a groan from him. Your hand left small scratch marks down his stomach and you began to move downwards again.
Your tongue and lips left wet tracks against his skin as you went south and Constantine made sounds that were right out of your dreams. A trail of hair guided you to your special prize and Constantine suddenly stiffened as he realized what you were up to.
“F-fuck, baby…” He mumbled through clenched teeth, “Don’t stop, please…”
You were sitting by the dining table, a glass of whisky in your hand, still waiting for Constantine to get back home. The wall clock showed 3:20am and you were too pissed to go to sleep and talk to him in the morning, you wanted to state the issue now.
It wasn’t the first time when he was seen with someone else, but this time his hands were all over this person. And you probably wouldn’t believe that if you hadn’t seen in with your own eyes. He was probably wondering why you didn’t make it to the club, but when you saw him touching someone else you stormed out of the place and headed back home.
The key in the lock turned making it click, before the door opened and Constantine sauntered inside, moving from side to side, then closing it behind him with a kick.
“You’re not asleep?” He asked, placing his keys and shrugging off his coat.
“We need to talk” you almost growled and he looked up at you stopping any movement.
“Baby, that’s not-” raising your hand you stopped him from talking.
“I could’ve fell for that explanation if I didn’t saw what you were doing myself” you cleared your throat, taking another sip from your drink, “I thought I stated my feelings clearly, but it seems like you broke the spell and wanted something else. I’m not going to put up a fight, I’m fed up with everything. You always say that it’s your job. Perhaps you should consider changing the ‘exorcist’ line on your card to ‘male prostitute’, I think this will be more fitting.”
“Come closer…” your voice was in his head again and he couldn’t mute it no matter how hard he tried. It was driving him insane that he couldn’t spot you in the crowd. It was Friday evening and Papa Midnite’s place was swarmed with other half breeds. Constantine knew that you were there somewhere and your eyes were glued to him, “You’re a million miles away… come closer” your voice filled his mind again and from the far corner you noticed how he smirker, turning around like he was hoping to find you standing right behind him.
“Are we playing cat and mouse… again?” Now it was you that heard his voice looming in your own head.
“Does that surprise you, Constantine?” You stretched out his name and you’ve felt the shiver that shook his body.
“You’re draped on him while staring at me… is that fair? Or you just can’t keep your hands off other… men.”
“Are you jealous, baby boy?” You’ve asked him, your lips so close to his that he could almost taste the bitter tone in your voice. He was struck by the fact how fast you got to him and how close you were now, “I told you to come closer, don’t act surprised” you spoke softly, savoring his taste when you flicked your tongue across his lips. He tasted different than usual, perhaps it was the amount of cigarettes he’s smoked before coming here or perhaps… “You taste better when you’re scared. It makes me wanna think about aaaall of the things I could’ve done to you.”
Your hands were at his ass now, giving it a harsh squeeze and he gasped at your sudden movement. You raised your eyebrow playfully, giving his bubbly butt another squeeze, “We’re in public place” he growled through his gritted teeth.
“Oh baby boy… you think I give a fuck? I could command you to lick my cunt with a snap of my fingers and you’d obey me without hesitation.”
“So that’s why you wanted to see me… to have your cunt licked?”
“Mmm… not really” you felt the growing bulge in the front of his pants, “but since you had so many buttons undone on your perfectly white shirt I thought I could have some fun with you first.”
Quick footsteps clearly headed for the bathroom and Constantine let go of your wrist, scooping you up into his arms with one swift movement, one strong arm wrapped around you, the other steadying you with his hand gripping your core, sprawled over your folds, fingers still buried deep inside you as he carried you into one of the stalls, shutting and locking the door with ease while pinning you against the wall.
You would’ve fallen had he not pressed his chest up tightly against your back, his fingers slipping out if you to grip the back of your neck, your cheek pressed to the cold tiles, your nipples hard against the cold as well as your breasts rubbed against the wall.
You heard him fumbling with his belt, simultaneously the door to the bathroom opened and you whined when you felt his cock rubbing against you, earning yourself another drawled command, his lips pressed to your ear.
“If I hear a single sound, it’s game over…” he hissed through gritted teeth as someone occupied the stall beside you and Constantine chose that specific moment to snap his hips forward, his thick cock filling you up without a warning.
The need to cry out was inevitable and you bit your lip as hard as you could, pushing you lips tightly together as he adjusted himself, a quiet choked sigh falling from the gap of your mouth.
“I’m warning you” he whispered, with a slow draw back before stretching your walls again, your legs trembling. The stretch of his cock was a slow burn, ignited a fire in your belly and you were dangerously close to the edge, knowing he had other plans though, the idea of release slipping further and further with every controlled move he made, strategically keeping you on the edge, keeping you wet and wanting, but not giving you what you needed to tip over.
He pushed you into the wall further, his hips bucking into you at a steady rhythm, his hands clasped at your waist to bring you down on him at the same time. You were aware of the sensation, the need to let go, the impossible task of staying quiet and you squeezed your eyes closed. You paid attention to the shuffling noises from the next cubicle, Constantine’s hot breath on your neck, his thick cock drawing you closer to the orgasm you’d waited so long for.
You bit down harshly on your lip, sure you’d end up drawing blood, but he was driving you crazy, taking your breath away, his fingers gripping your waist tightly, nails digging into your skin. The way his cock rubbed continuously against your walls made you see stars and you tried your hardest to keep quiet, worried he’d stop if even the smallest sound fell from your lips and you didn’t know if you could take that, because you’d begged him all you could, tested his patience one too many times.
You were sure that his hips slamming into yours made the shared wall between the stalls vibrate and you sighed out with relief when you heard the flush, lock turning and the other person stepped out. Constantine thrust into you particularly hard then, determined to make it impossible for you to keep quiet and when the water was turned off and the door fell shut, you moaned loudly, the desperate sound echoing through the bathroom.
And just then, just as your orgasm began to surface and you felt the desire inside you spiraling, the wave of pleasure hitting you at last, Constantine pulled out of you, a frustrated grunt in his throat. Your walls tensed quickly and it hit you hard, the pleasure somewhat restricted without him inside you.
“Babe…” you groaned, confused, delirious and weak, panting as you tried to steady yourself, struggling through the cruelly abrupt orgasm.
“Did I say you could do that?” he spat, the devilish look in his eyes turning once again enraged, “I warned you. Said if you made any noises…” you weren’t entirely sure what you’d done wrong this time but it was something - and he was definitely going to punish you for it. He pumped his cock over in his hand, staring you up and down, the other running through his hair. Your stomach flipped.
“I didn’t mean to…” you mumbled, your hands trying to bring him closer to you as your legs began to wobble. He was strong enough that your neediness didn’t stir him, despite your aggressive pout.
“Can’t fucking follow a simple instruction…” he growled, stepping back and leaving you to try and steady yourself against the wall, “If you don’t want me to touch you…”
“I do” you whined, looking up at him needily, begging him with your eyes. “I do, Constantine, I want you to touch me, I need you so bad, please, please I’ll be quiet, I won’t make sound just please…"
"Please what?” He spat, there was no mercy in his eyes and you were hopeful when he stepped forward but he merely brought his hand up to cup your throat, forcing you to hold his gaze.
“Please fuck me” you whimpered, gasping when his thumb pressed down on your skin just below your chin. It was almost humiliating, the way he had you like this yet again, grovelling practically on your knees just to have him inside you. He let out a sharp sigh, a tremor running through his arms and shot you a look, a warning that he wasn’t going to be gentle.
“You drive me fucking crazy, gorgeous” he pulled you to him, his kiss hungry and forceful, aggressively lifting you around his waist with ease, his hands travelling across your thighs and squeezing your ass possessively. He continued to kiss you as you locked your legs tightly around his waist, your heels unintentionally scratching his back under his t-shirt, even though he was definitely enjoying it.
Without any warning, he slapped your ass hard and quickly, the stinging sensation making your eyes roll to the back of your head and you almost squirted for him, your cum beginning to run down your legs, “You’re such a dirty girl…” eager to be back inside you, pounding you, taking out his frustration in the most wonderful way, Constantine turned so that your back was to the door, facing him. You knotted your fingers into his hair to stabilize yourself and he sighed loudly, his eyes completely clouded over with desire.
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad” you cried out shakily when you felt his cock rubbing against your entrance again, a long moan falling from your lips when he pushed all the way back inside you again, your fingers tugging on his hair, head thrown back.
He kept you pinned up against the wobbly wall of the stall with just his hand gripping your ass, the other gripping on to the top of the cubicle as he drove his hips against yours, his cock reaching deep inside you, every push making you crash against the wall, making you whimper desperately as he began to build you up again.
“You’re so. fucking. wet” he groaned, accentuating each word with a hard thrust of his hips and you felt the wall crack behind your back, whimpering shakily.
“C-Constantine … slow down…” he ignored you, his teeth biting down into the soft skin of your neck instead and focused on fucking you as hard as he could, his fingers curling over the top of the cubicle, his knuckles turning white. He was in deep now, focused as much on his own pleasure as he was yours and he was throbbing. He wanted to cum for you. He wanted to fill you up. The door began to rattle as you thrashed about violently against it and you glanced down out of fear, could see the lock on the door threatening to snap. He didn’t like that.
“Look at me!” he cried, the rage reaching a boiling point. His forehead was pooling with sweat and he was close to cumming now. You’d disobeyed him tonight more than ever and fuck if that didn’t turn him on.
“Constantine… baby…” you moaned persistently, as your head lolled about, trying to keep your intense eye contact with him through every thrust. “… Ahhhhh… Calm down you’re gonna break something…”
“Calm down?” he groaned, picking up his pace once again instead, fueled by your nervousness. His nails dug into your ass as he gripped it tighter, his cock so big and thick from this angle and you couldn’t hold on any longer. He was definitely going to break something. He was going to break you.
You knew you’d be sore tomorrow, knew you would feel him for days, his thick cock spreading you open, stretching you again and again and again, groaning each time he drove himself deep inside you, feeling you up all the way. His arms were tense as he held you up and held himself steady to maintain that perfect angle, his hips crashing forcefully into yours, the wild look in his eyes making your heart race even faster.
“I’d suffer Hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight…” he suddenly rasped into your ear, his hands coming down onto your waist.
“Haven’t you suffered enough of Hell already?” You wanted to turn around, but he was holding you firmly, not letting you to turn around.
“I’d suffer it again, just for you” his hot mouth was on your neck, body pressed into yours, hands wandering down your sides.
“Am I really that worthy of your descent to Hell?” Tilting your head to the side you gave him an easy access to your now exposed neck. Constantine gently kissed your skin as his hands dipped between your legs.
“Oh, fuck baby… you’re so wet” he mumbled against your skin, his fingers sliding between your soaked folds, “Mmm, you’re worthy of everything.”
“Constantine… what if someone’s sees us?” You tried to notice if someone was passing by your secluded corner of the party, but all you could focus on were his touches.
