i’m dressing up as lady loki haha, and my fave candy bar has to be the cookies and cream hersheys!! my fave character is john constantine, and a treat would be nice c: HAPPY HALLOWEEN
lady loki is SOOOOO CUTE!!! that's so creative too, i jst know that ate! also yippee! the cookies and cream hersheys are my FAVES, they used to sell them for $1 at the store next to mine last year and i ate wayyy too many. happy halloween <3
— hope this satisfies your sweet tooth!
-> john constantine x f! reader, overstimulation, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, some praise
John's arms flex on either side of your head, muscles straining as he tries to keep himself upright. his head is dipped down, sweaty locks of blond hair dangling from his head.
John's downright needy on a good night, always burying himself inside of you or begging you to ride him until all of the bad thoughts go away. He's dirty, entirely insatiable.
But tonight, something's different. Maybe it's the increased mystical energy surrounding Halloween, or maybe it's just how good you look in your costume, but the man is downright ravenous.
He's already finished inside of you twice, stuffing you to the brim once and then doing it all over again. You've hit your limit, too. The heat that wracks your body is dizzying, each push of his length inside of you making your thighs clench.
"That's right, darling," he gasps, slamming his hips into yours. "Almost there, almost done."
Every thrust sends his cum sloshing inside of you, makes your walls spasm from the overstimulation. You grip at his biceps, nails digging into his skin, but as per usual with John, the pain only spurs him on.
"Feels so nice, fuck. " His eyes flick up to meet yours, "doing alright there?"
You nod, though his words are muddled like he's underwater.
He kisses your forehead. "Good, good. Just a few more minutes."
aka i just watched constantine and cannot get the idea of demon!constantine outta my head…i’m not okay and i need him carnally also i definitely did not proofread this, i just had to get it OUT THERE
-17 DNI | NSFW CONTENT: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
cw: pure filth, themes of divinity, piv, slight dubcon, corruption kink, loss of virginity (implied), pet names (angel, doll), dacryphilia, slight degradation, orgasm denial bc demon!constantine is a jerk like that, he likes to be called sir and reader gets his god complex acting up at some point
ever since he first laid eyes on you, demon!constantine has wanted nothing more than to ruin you. the way you carry yourself so elegantly, a sweet smile on your face as you grace the world with your mesmerizing beauty drives him wild with want. of course, he’s no stranger to attraction—plenty of seductive demons and pretty angels have caught his eye over the years, but none of that even comes close to how much he desires you now. demon!constantine has made it his goddamn priority to get you right where he wants you, and he won’t stop until he’s finally buried deep inside your pretty pussy, milking every last drop of your angelic innocence out of you.
don’t get him started on your delicate laughter which sounds like the softest bells to his ears—oh he wants to hear that pretty voice of yours choke with tears as he pounds into you, begging him for the kind of mercy god could never grant you. demon!constantine wants to watch as your perfect face is ruined, your soft lips swollen from his mouth. he wants your eyelashes heavy and wet with thick crystalline tears as he robs you of the sweet innocence of your ethereal being. he your gorgeous unmarked skin to be littered with bruises and bites, he wants the realms of heaven hell and earth to know that you belong to him.
and finally, demon!constantine’s desires bear fruit when he easily lures you in with his deadly charms, like a unsuspecting little moth to a blazing inferno. he watches with a sadistic satisfaction as your lips tremble, the realization dawning upon you that you’re trapped in his clutches. the innocent fearful expression on your face goes straight to his cock, and he has to restrain himself from ripping your pretty white dress to shreds and stuffing you full of him on the spot. of course, demon!constantine knows the satin threads decorating your body will be sprawled on the floor by the end of night, but he’s going to take his time with you. he lets his cigarette fall to the floor and blows out a final puff of smoke as he gets closer, trapping you between his strong arms and the stone cold wall behind you.
his lips crash into yours without warning, cupping your face in his hands and sucking on your soft bottom lip. he drinks in the mewls that slip from you like ambrosia falling on his tongue. ‘you taste sweeter than i could have ever fucking imagined’ he whispers, ‘would have been a shame to have wasted these pretty lips on an existence devoid of sin’. your cheeks are ablaze with his words, warmth spreading through your body and pulsing at your core. your pristine wings tremble with every movement, much to demon!constantine’s delight. he runs his hands through the soft feathers of your wings, marveling in the way you shudder at his touch. finally, he pushes you down onto the bed, and his larger frame looms over you. he kisses you again, pinning you down to the mattress, letting his tongue explore your sweet mouth once more. he finally pulls away, marveling at his handiwork. the way your lips are swollen and glistening from his mouth, saliva running down your chin, the way your doe eyes look up at him—oh, he can’t wait to ruin you for good.
now that demon!constantine has you where he wants you, he’s not going to hold back. he easily slips your dress and panties off of you, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of your perfect, unmarked body. here you are—god’s most beautiful creation, the epitome of innocence and purity—looking up at hell’s most ruthless demon with tears and newfound lust brimming in your eyes. ‘god was only able to keep you away from me for so long…my pretty angel’ his voice, dangerously low, reverberates through your very being as he moves his calloused fingers along your thighs, coming to rest at their juncture, feeling the heat rising within you as he gets closer to your sweet spot.
he catches the juices that have begun leaking at your folds and coats his fingers in them, earning a shiver and a sigh from you. ‘just look at you…so fucking wet already,’ demon!constantine’s tone is laced with awe as he drinks up the sight of your glistening pussy. he raises an eyebrow in mock suspicion. ‘maybe i’m wrong about you. maybe you’re not so innocent, after all.’ he runs a finger along your crease, letting your arousal paint his hand, ‘would anyone ever believe a sweet little angel like yourself could drool all over me like this?’ your only response is a whine and a shake of your head. of course, demon!constantine knows just what you are—a soft, naive little thing who’s presented herself to him like a rabbit in a lion’s den. and he’s going to ruin you, claim you, keep you all to himself.
he wastes no time in running his finger deep within your creases, and you squirm, whimpering at the foreign feeling. at your reaction his tone shifts into a sweeter—almost patronizing one. ‘my little angel has never played with her pretty pussy before, has she?’ he looks over to you, and the slight shake of your head is all the answer he needs. ‘of course you haven’t…what would god think if he found his most precious angel touching herself?’ he sneers. it’s not long before the foreign feeling turns to pleasure, and you sigh, biting your lips as he picks up the pace. ‘it’s a shame he can’t see just how much your little cunt enjoys my fingers.’ another finger slips along your folds, finding your most sensitive spot with ease.
nothing can compare to the melodious whimpers that fall from your lips as demon!constantine fucks you with his fingers. his movements are controlled and precise, and he marvels at the tears that slip out of your eyes. you attempt to cover your face with you hands, but demon!constantine guides them away with his free hand. ‘let me see those pretty tears, doll’ he watches as they continue to spill, as each drop runs down your face. he intercepts the drops just as they are about to spill down your chin, his fingers guiding the wetness down your neck and onto the swell of your chest, his large hand cupping your breast.
he moves his mouth towards your chest, his breath hot on your tits. demon!constantine takes the opportunity to connect his mouth fo the sensitive flesh of your breast, sucking a bruise into your skin, eliciting sweet moans from your swollen lips. he continues marking your soft skin with his mouth, all while his fingers are still running through your folds. ‘so fucking divine…god sure took his time making you…’ he whispers, drinking up your ethereal sighs, and he tsks, ‘what a shame—you won’t be able to show him your face again after i’ve ruined you,’ he reaches the hand that was cupping your breast back towards your wings, stroking them as his fingers continue thrusting into you.
and suddenly, you begin to feel a hot pleasure building up in your core, a feeling like no other you’ve ever felt before. your legs shake as the burning coil within you threatens to burst and spill over, and you shut your tear filled eyes in anticipation.
demon!constantine notices how close you are, and suddenly halts his movements inside you. just like that, his fingers are gone, replaced with an aching numbness, the coil building up within you suddenly lost. fresh tears leak from your eyes at the loss of contact, the cold air on your warm folds sending shivers up your spine.
drinking up the sound of your cries, demon!constantine just chuckles. ‘oh angel…you think i’d just let you cum without even having you beg for my cock?’ he flips you over easily onto your back, fingers dancing along your wings once again. he guides your ass up in the air and frees himself from his pants, moving his fingers to collect some of the juices running down your thighs. coating his cock with your sweet sap, he positions himself at your folds, his tip ghosting over your glistening cunt. ‘if my sweet little angel wants to cum, then she’s gonna have to earn it.’ he says, his fingers pushing into the soft skin of your ass, earning a sharp sigh from you.
´is that what you want, doll? you want to cum on sir’s cock?’ he asks, ‘does my perfect little angel want sir to fuck her pretty pussy?’
‘y-yes…’ you sigh.
‘then beg for it doll. tell sir exactly what you want,’
‘please….’ you sigh, ‘p-please…’
‘i cant hear you, angel,’ he mocks, moving himself back just a bit. he grabs one of your wings, in an attempt to coax the words out of you.
‘p-please…sir…i-i want…’ your voice breaks as you feel him tug your wing slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to exploit the sensitivity they cause you.
‘come on, doll. i know you can say it.’
‘s-sir…please g-give me y-your cock…please…’ your beautiful voice wobbles with tears and want, and demon!constantine can’t wait anymore. he drags the tip of his cock along your folds, and finally enters you, gripping your hips firmly. you moan both from the pleasure, and at the realization of the sinful acts you’re engaging in are irreversible. demon!constantine’s voice distracts you from your thoughts, ‘you feel so good, doll…so fucking tight….’ he groans. and just like that, any remnants of your morality dissolve as you let yourself savor the feeling of his lips on your skin and his cock dragging mercilessly through your throbbing folds. you let out a beautiful moan, your pretty voice only encouraging him to go faster, stuff you fuller with his cock with every thrust . ‘that’s it, pretty angel…’ he encourages, ‘let me hear you sing…’
the harmony of skin against skin mixed with your moans and his occasional grunts fills the room, clouding your senses. you feel so full with the way his cock stretches your cunt, so full that it hurts, and you can’t help but grip fistfuls of the bedsheets between your fingers.
‘i think i know why god finally let me have you, doll’ demon!constantine sneers, pushing himself deeper into you and reveling in your whimpers, ‘he realized you were too fucking perfect to be left untainted’ once again his words fill you with hot shame, but the pleasure that clouds your mind easily wins over any other thoughts. ‘after all, an angel so goddamn pure’ he emphasizes each word with a thrust, ‘deserves to have a little sin fucked into her, doesn’t she?’
you can’t help the sigh of ‘oh god...’ that slips past your lips at that, earning another sneer from him ‘oh my pathetic, sweet little angel, don’t you get it? god’s not here to save you anymore…’ demon!constantine’s voice is practically oozing with saccharine as his grip on your ass tightens, nails digging into your sensitive flesh, ‘you belong to me, doll. you’re sir’s little cocksleeve.’
his filthy words threaten to send you over the edge once again, your cunt throbbing with a mixture of pain and pleasure as he continues moving himself through your folds, faster with every thrust. your tear filled moans are music to his ears, and he feels himself getting close just as you do.
‘think you can take my cum, angel?’ demon!constantine’s voice breaks through the haze in your brain, and you nod, feeling the burning coil tightening within you once again, ‘s-sir…g-god...i’m…c-close’ is all you manage to say, and he moves one of his hands back to your wings, tugging on them as you reach the apex of the sinful encounter.
‘there you go, pretty angel. cum for me…cum for your new god…’
and the coil finally bursts, as he allows you to let yourself go on his cock, drenching him in your sweet juices. the feeling is nothing short of euphoric, and demon!constantine groans, gripping your hips firmly as he releases his every drop into your pussy, ‘fuck, doll…’ he curses, ‘you’re so good for sir…such a good little cocksleeve…all mine…’ he savors the feeling of your tight walls milking him of everything he has. demon!constantine waits for a few moments before he pulls out, watching as his cum leaks out of your swollen cunt and along your inner thighs.
demon!constantine marvels at the sight in front of him. your face is a mess of sweat, tears and drool, your previously neat hair now sticking in tendrils to your face. he’s left marks on your neck, your tits, and the swell of your ass. the feathers of your once pristine wings are ruffled and unkempt, still shaking as you come down from your high. as your eyes begin to flutter shut from the exhaustion, demon!constantine revels in the fact that you belong fully to him, no longer the innocent sweet little angel from before. you’ll lose your precious wings to him, he’s sure of it. he can imagine the tears streaming down your face as you’re stripped of your divine status, and the very thought makes him want to stuff you full of his cock once again. but he’s content in watching your supine form covered in his cum and bruises for now.
after all, he’s got all eternity to fuck you as he pleases, now that you won’t be able to fly away….
A/N: literally haven’t been able to stop thinking about this here sexually frustrating master of the dark arts. So... here’s this. The cut is placed without an intro cause it goes right into the smut with this one. It’s also almost 6,000 fucking words sorrynotsorry!
Strong hands traveled down the curves of your waist to grope at your hips with desperation. A low growl came from the man pressed behind you, the feeling of his breath on your neck and the obvious tightness of his trousers pressed to your bare backside where he’d already stripped you of your sleep shorts. John’s hands wrapped around the front of you to slip between your thighs, one hand hoisting your leg up while the other found your center. A low groan trickled to your ears when he felt how soaked you already were. “Someone’s eager..” he drawled in a raspy tone, and you nodded frantically in response at the feeling of his fingers ghosting over your wetness. Your hips rocked back to grind against him and he huffed a hard sigh, bringing his fingers to your slit he rubbed the length of you spreading your already dripping mess around. Involuntarily your hips twitched as he found your clit and he smirked, bringing his lips to ghost over your skin with the lightest of kisses. Quickly he began circling his nimble fingers around your nerves, just barely grazing them and lighting a fire in your stomach. A whimper fell from you and made John sink his teeth into your flesh where your neck and shoulder met. Your legs buckled for a moment but he had you gripped tightly to him and wasn’t about to let you fall. His fingers danced over your clit in rougher figure eights and you cried out at the pressure building inside you. “That’s it love, let me take care of you..” His voice echoed through your ears as his fingers moved to slip into you, pumping slowly at first but with how wet you were there was no need for him to ease you into it. His thumb met your clit again and flicked relentlessly as his fingers fucked into you harder with each upward motion. In a matter of seconds your entire body was trembling against John’s, his strong arms the only thing keeping you from toppling forward or into the floor. You felt your walls clenching and he took the cue, thrusting a third and fourth finger into your tightening core as you drew closer and closer. Again he bit into your skin, making your back arch and giving him the perfect angle to work his fingers inside you. His thumb pressed hard to your throbbing bundle of nerves and massaged tight circles against it. Your breathing had become a series of pants and choked whines, especially now with the added force. “Cum for me sweetheart..” were the last words you heard as the tension released from your body. Much to your annoyance and dismay however the next sound you heard was the blaring of your alarm, forcing you to come to terms with the real world not being even a fraction as wonderful and blissful as the one you’d concocted in your subconscious.
Smacking your alarm off you threw your blanket over yourself and rolled over, letting out a slightly muffled but still just as exasperated groan into your pillow. Yet another tortured night dreaming of John Constantine, the obnoxiously sexy demonologist the Legends had so rudely introduced you to. In reality they’d been perfectly nice and he’d even been somewhat cordial upon meeting you, giving your hand a gentle smooch when you extended it expecting a shake. That had been the first of many suave moments that had done your head in the past few weeks. A light rasp on your door alerted you of another person’s presence, and you heard the mechanical whirring as the doors slid open. “Hey Sara wants us on the bridge for a team meeting.” Zari called over to you to which you threw her a lazy thumbs up. Hearing her huff a laugh you expected retreating footsteps to follow but instead you felt her flop onto your bed beside you. Finally uncovering your face you were met with a smirking Zari a few inches away on the other side of your bed. “Bad dream? Or bad dream?” She waggled her brows as she accentuated the word the second time, and you groaned again flopping into your side to face her. “How’d you know?” You whine at her defeatedly only for her teasing grin to widen. “Oh I totally heard you whimpering in your sleep. I was praying you’d slip out a name but no luck.” She shrugged nonchalantly and your eyes went wider than the moon. As mortified as you were it was relieving knowing you hadn’t been muttering John’s name like a mantra while he defiled you in your dreams. Rolling onto your back you sat up finally, stretching your arms and shoulders before rising to your feet. “I’m gonna shower, tell Sara to debrief me after?” Zari holds her thumb up as lazily as you had earlier while she walked with you out of your room. You continued down the hall to the bathroom but Zari stood with pursed lips, her eyes narrowing as she watched you walk off, plan already forming in her mind’s eye.
The entirety of your shower you tried to push all the raunchy images of yourself and John from your mind. You were failing miserably but at least you were putting in an effort. As the hot water ran over your back you heard the patter of footsteps enter the communal washroom and you called out. “Hey I’m in here!” You hollered over the water, unsure of who was entering. The stall next to you opened and closed and you heard the water start up before you got a response. “Yeah Zari told me.” Mick’s voice rumbled through the small wall between you two and you shrugged, returning to rinsing the shampoo from your hair. Mick was in and out in the time it took you to finally get conditioner in. You listened as he shut the water off and his dripping feet made their way to the sinks. You’d had your head under the water so it wasn’t drumming against the floor or walls allowing you to hear the dull murmur of his voice and someone else’s. Quickly rinsing your hair and yourself a final time you shut the water off and began toweling yourself dry when you finally heard the gist of the conversation, Zari being the other half. “She didn’t even peak or anything?” Her voice sounded somewhat shocked and you stifled a laugh as you tuned in. “No of course not, why would she? She some sort of perv?” Mick sounded just as shocked as Zari but for many different reasons. Next thing you heard was a light smack which you could only assume was Zari hitting Mick for getting ideas about you. “Well then it’s not you..” You stopped frozen with your towel half wrapped around you as you put together her plan for yourself. You’d sneakily dodged telling her who your dream had been about and the curiosity must’ve been killing her - she was a cat for a while after all. Rolling your eyes as the two walked off you finally exited the shower and moved to the sinks, brushing out your hair with your towel secured around your chest. Not even five minutes later Nate strolled in whistling a happy little song, with his towel tied just high enough to cover himself but low enough that his V line was exposed. Smirking to yourself you shook your head, gathering your things with a cheeky smile. “Sorry bout that bud, bathrooms all yours.” Giving his shoulder an overly friendly punch you shot him a wink before picking up his tune and whistling it down the hall and back to your room. Just as your door closed behind you a half whispered ‘damn it!’ could be heard coming from the direction you’d just left.
After getting dressed and getting the rundown from the missed team meeting you were left to your own devices until something were to come up that needed Legends attention. For a bit you stayed in your room tidying up and reorganizing things just to keep yourself busy. This plan was thwarted however when your stomach growled aggressively at you since you’d skipped breakfast. Making your way to the kitchen you spotted Zari and Nate in the library, and they hushed their voices when you walked past; always so subtle those two. You huffed a silent laugh as you rounded the corner to find Ray and Gary seated at the dining table with DnD sprawled out and being set up. Flashing them a smile you made your way to the food fabricator to have Gideon whip you up a quick plate of nachos. As if it were a calculated arrival - it was - Nate and Zari strutted in with coy smiles on their faces. Nate took his seat at the game table and Zari moved to stand by you, stealing a chip from your plate before you’d even eaten any. Shooting her a playful glare you sat the plate down on the island to share with her. “So how’s your day been after that uh, dream?” Her brows rose as she stuck another cheese and guacamole covered chip in her mouth, crunching it for emphasis. Before you responded she nodded towards the table of men, and you glanced to see Gary and Ray play fighting with their figurines. You chuckled slightly and shook your head as you ate a few bites yourself before responding. “First of all, ew no and Ray’s too cutesy.” Zari huffed and simply stole another chip in defeat as you continued. “And just like every other day that I’ve woken up from them. Annoyingly horny and insanely frustrated.” Zari choked slightly at your response clearly not expecting such honesty. All three men looked over when she started coughing, Nate jumping up to pat her back gently. You stifled a hearty laugh by stuffing another few chips in your mouth.
Looking over finally you caught Ray staring at you, before he averted his eyes instantly upon locking to yours. His face was bright red and it took you a moment to register what could be flustering him so much. Turning sharply to the couple at your left your eyes narrowed to Zari. “You told them?!” She gulped down a sip of water Nate had grabbed for her and averted her gaze. “No.. I told Mick, and Nate..” She grimaced into an apologetic smile and you rolled your eyes. “And I kinda told.. well everyone else.” Nate admitted as he scratched at his neck. Again your body snapped in his direction and your jaw dropped. “E-Everyone?” You choked out, blinking away the anxiety in your head that he’d relayed the message to the very person the dream had actually been about. Zari and Nate both smirked now, tilting their heads in unison as they eyed you. “Why? Worried whoever it was found out?” Zari questioned teasingly, and you forced a very fake guffaw at the comment. “No, I mean.. who cares? Everyone has sex dreams right?” You shrugged as you felt your face beginning to burn. Just then Sara made her way into the room with Charlie in toe. “Aye, did she finally fess up?” The latter of the girls piped up and moved to your side, giving you a nudge. Your glare moved back to Nate and he held his hands up defensively. “It’s a small ship! Word travels fast!” Sara and Zari both give small laughs, and Charlie jabs you with her elbow again. ”Was it me?” She winked down at you and you finally cracked a genuine laugh. Resting your head tenderly on her shoulder you batted your lashes up at her. “Oh don’t you wish babe?” Pecking her cheek you weaved your hands through everyone else’s to snatch what was left of your nachos away. Taking slow backwards steps from the group as you spoke, you eyed them each with raised brows. “Now if you’re all done grilling me for nitty gritty details of my subconscious, I’m gonna go stuff my face.” Seeing wide eyes for a fraction of a second before you spun around hadn’t been enough of a warning to stop you from crashing yourself and the entirety of your plate right into John’s chest. His mouth dropped open and a huff of laughter floated out, and he simply glanced down as the plate clattered to the floor and cheese and toppings dropped from his previously crisp white shirt.
As if you wouldn’t have been mortified enough just seeing him now you’d really done yourself in. “Oh god, I’m so sorry I didn’t even know you were there I-“ You stammered slightly before kneeling to pick up the plate and the contents that had fallen to the floor. You knew all eyes were on you right now and that didn’t help the color fade from your cheeks any faster. Sara knelt down to help you clean pieces of the food from the floor, sneakily giving you a pointed look that only made your face burn hotter. Suddenly she stood and took the plate from your hands, clattering it into the sink. “You’re both absolute messes.” Charlie commented with a bit of a snort. John glanced down at himself giving a dramatic sigh. He dropped his coat over the back of a dining chair before he went to loosen his tie, slipping it off before moving to unbutton his shirt. You’d yet to rise to your feet and finally did so when you wiped the last of the food from the floor, just in time to be met with John shrugging his shirt off his shoulders and crumpling it in his hand. “Right, where’s the washer? Reckon get a jump on this before it tries to stain.” Turning slightly to you he held his hand out expectantly. Your brows furrowed and you tilted your head a bit and he didn’t even need to hear your voice to know your question. “Well you’re just as much a mess as I am, off with it so we can clean it.” He motioned to your top and held his hand out again, fanning his fingers up in a gimme motion. If your cheeks hadn’t already been red you were surely a tomato now. John’s eyes had a hint of mischief behind them, more than their usual glaze of it at least, and you couldn’t find the means to say no even in front of the whole team. Slipping the tee shirt off over your head you dropped it in his hands before hurrying yourself out of the room. Behind you Zari sucked in a less than quiet gasp, and Sara elbowed her instantly. As you practically sprinted your way back to your room you overheard Nate clap a hand to John’s shoulder and volunteer to help him with the laundry. In that moment you knew you were screwed.
Once back in your room you changed into clean clothes and flopped face first into your bed. In the silence and solidarity your mind drifted back to the nights and nights worth of dreams and fantasies you’d created inside your head. It seemed like ever since meeting him your mind was overrun with thoughts of John. Most of them being less than innocent. It was impossible not to be attracted to him. So scruffy and rough around the edges but such a softy underneath it all, but your mind urged you to wonder how that would translate in private. Would he be just as full of swagger and confidence and take command? Or would his gentler side take over and leave you buzzing but floating on cloud nine? Turning onto your back you laid there with your eyes closed, letting your mind travel to taboo places. Or more so the hard to reach places that you wished his hands were. A small and wistful sigh fell from you just in time to hear your doors swish open. Sitting up instantly you were met with the same piercing brown eyes you’d been gazing into behind your eyelids. John leaned against the doorframe in his freshly cleaned shirt and tie, your tee shirt slung over his shoulder. “I’m on delivery duty so it seems.” He stated with an exaggerated shrug of the shoulder occupied by your top. You flashed him a small smile and gestured him inside, and your doors slid closed the moment he was away from them. He took the few steps from the door to your bed and kneeled against the end of it, slipping the shirt into his hand and holding it out to you with a half smile. “You darted out pretty quick back there. Weren’t embarrassed just for getting me a little messy I hope?” As he spoke he brought a knee up to perch on the edge of the bed, his hands returning to his pockets once you’d taken your shirt back. Your cheeks tinted a bit at the phrasing and you gave a small nod. “A little. More so being half naked in front of the entire team.” You shrugged it off and John’s lips curled up into a full smirk. “Oh now, that’s definitely nothing to be embarrassed by. Especially not when you look like that..” He trailed off as his eyes roamed over your figure unabashedly. You watched as his gaze slowly came back to yours and you swallowed the thick lump of dryness that had since formed in your throat.
It was silent for a moment before you broke it the only way you could think of, the tension unbearable with his eyes on you that way. “A-Aren’t you uh, here for game night to play with the guys?” Your question hung for a moment and he simply narrowed his gaze at you with a soft chuckle. “Originally. But I think there’s someone else I’d much rather play with.” His words left his lips and he trailed his tongue across them drawing your gaze there. Like the honey smooth seducer he was he took the moment of distraction to lurch forward and crash his lips to your own. Not a single cell in your body tried to fight against him, you melted to his touch as if he was holding hellfire in his hands. Your arms wound around his neck as his snaked around your waist before laying you down. The kiss was hungry and passionate like he’d been waiting just as long for it as you had. Whether that was true or not you didn’t know or care right now. The only thoughts in your mind were the raunchiest of scenes from your dreams and you wanted nothing more than to reenact them. Breaking from the kiss to catch your breath you kept your eyes closed as you felt John settle between your legs. His hands rubbed your thighs and you finally blinked up at him, his lips curled into a smug grin. “So a couple little birdies told me you’ve been having trouble sleeping.” He drawled, leaning over you to nuzzle his nose against yours as one of his hands travelled higher up your thigh. Nibbling your lower lip between your teeth you simply nodded, but such a small response just wouldn’t do for the warlock above you. His free hand came to your chin and he brought his thumb to your lips, pulling the lower one out from your bite. “No no love, I’m gonna need you to really tell me.” As he spoke he trailed his thumb along your lower lip, his eyes fixated on how willingly you parted them at his touch. He hummed a low noise before kissing you again, very briefly, before pulling back letting his hand fall to your shoulder.
“What’s been keeping you up, hm?” John brushed the backs of his fingers along your cheek as his other hand crept past your thigh to grope at your ass. The action made your brows raise and finally a smirk crawled its way across your lips. Bringing a hand down to stroke along his collar bone you let your eyes trail over the exposed skin as you licked your lips just as enticingly as he had earlier. “See these dreams I keep having.. there’s just no sleeping after waking up from something like that.” You feigned a pout and John played right into your rouse, furrowing his brow in false pity at your words. “Oh you poor dear. And what is it you do when you’re stuck up so late after these.. retched dreams of yours?” Again he gave a squeeze to your rear and you fought another smile from cracking your little facade. You let out a purposefully distressed sigh, trailing a single finger along the buttons of John’s shirt. “I lay here, all alone, usually in the dark. And I think about you.” At the final word you’d reached the hemline of his trousers and you hooked a finger in one of the belt loops, giving a small but sharp tug. Letting a sigh huff from his lips John wasted no more time giving into your desires. His lips locked to yours again and the hand that had been stroking your cheek cupped it to keep you close to him. Again your body absolutely folded at his touch and you moved your hand to the zipper of his slacks and managed to lower it and unbutton them before John broke the kiss to trail his lips down your neck. Every few pecks he’s nip at your skin and elicit little whimpers from you, and your hand soon found the growing bulge beneath his boxers. He growled slightly into your neck as you grazed his length and bucked into your hand giving you all the more reason to whine up at him.
Pulling back from your skin he eyed your frame, chest heaving and eyes clouded over as you gazed up at him with anticipation. “God you’re absolutely stunning.” He rushed out before moving to sit you up, his hands sliding beneath your shirt to pull it over your head and fling it away mindlessly. Without hesitation you began undoing the buttons on his dress shirt but he groaned and put his hands atop your own, gripping the fabric and pulling harshly to force the buttons to pop open in a rush. Nibbling at your lip again, you brushed a hand up his torso before curling it around the back of his neck to pull him back down to you for more of his lips on your own. John’s hands fell to your waist and slipped your pants off your hips and you raised them off the bed so he could remove them fully. As he did so he trailed his lips down your neck and chest peppering wet and hungry kisses all over your exposed skin. Once he’d gotten your pants to your knees he moved himself down your body until his kisses met your panty line, and you sucked in a small gasp in excitement. A low chuckle left the blond’s lips and he hovered over your still covered center to pull your pants to your ankles and discard them. With his trousers already undone he slipped them down and off with ease before bringing his hands to rest at your ankles. “Did those dreams start out a little something like this?” In one swift pull he’d tugged you down the bed, your legs wrapping behind him and both your clothed hips flush together. Another sharp intake of breath exited your lungs as a sigh and you nodded in response back to him before remembering what he’d mentioned earlier about wanting to hear you. “A few of them..” You sat up so you were closer to level with him, the bed causing you to meet his chest rather than his eyes.
Keeping his feet firmly on the floor John lowered his upper body over you to lay you back down. His lips met your neck again and he bit into the flesh. Your back arched off the mattress and into him, and he took the chance to reach behind you and unclasp your bra. The action brought a small smirk to your lips and you rolled your body against his in attempt to spur him further. Again he growled against your skin and suckled the bit between his teeth until it was a dark purple. Moving his lips across your chest he tugged the fabric of your bra away from you with his teeth. The sight alone made your hips twitch and he dawned a devious expression. “Someone’s eager..” He murmured in the same tone you’d heard in your sleep and it sent a chill over your skin. Finally moving to your panties he trailed a delicate fingertip along the top hemline, drawing more goosebumps to raise on your skin. Every little physical reaction he got out of you only made his stomach tighten more and more. Finally he couldn’t take his own teasing any longer and slipped his fingers past the thin layer of fabric. His eyes nearly rolled back when he felt just how wet you already were. “Bloody hell.. those dreams really got to you eh?” John quirked a playful brow at you just as he slid two fingers into your awaiting entrance. A slow whine fell from your lips and your jaw fell open, and John simply hovered over you with blown out pupils. “God you’re a tight little thing..” He mumbled in a raspy tone, bringing his free hand to caress up your side and just barely trace the side of your breast before rubbing back down. He repeated the soft massaging action as his fingers worked you at the same teasingly slow pace.
Once you began to rock your hips up to meet his hands a wide smirk painted itself across John’s face. “Need a bit more love?” As he spoke up he leaned over you, this time grabbing your lower lip between his teeth to tug at it. Again your back lifted from the mattress at the stinging sensation as it sent a shock through your senses. The way your body angled allowed his fingers to reach deeper and he brought his free hand to your lower back to keep you propped up. Capturing your lips again he began thrusting his fingers much harder and faster, his thumb brushing against your clit with every movement. Your hands came to grip at his hair and cup his face, shrill little whines and mewls of pleasure filling your kiss. Keeping your body close to his John moved his kisses down your neck again the opposite side as the one he’d left his mark on. The kisses were sloppy in nature but calculated in placement. Just below your ear, trailing down until your raging pulse beat against his lips. There he stayed and kissed the same area repeatedly in a small array of circled pecks. His fingers curled into you and your legs twitched around him, a much needier noise forcing past your swollen lips. “John.. please I j-just—“ Panting for breath you whined again not trusting your voice to speak anymore. Instead you tightened the grip your legs had on his waist and pulled his body as tightly to you as you could. Leaning back to hover over you John finally met your eyes and saw the desperation behind them. “Oh how could I ever say no to that.” Pulling his hand from you in an instant he moved it to his boxers to discard them with a quickness. Aiding his efforts you raised your hips from the bed and slid your panties low enough for him to tug them off your ankles. Instantly your legs returned to their locked position around his waist. His arms wrapped around your back and he pulled you up into his arms. “Hold on tight love.” He shot you a cheeky wink as your arms grasped around his shoulders and he spun the two of you and walked you right into the wall.
As your back lightly thumped against the cold metal you stole his lips again and traced the edge of his lip with your tongue. The seductive action flipped a switch in John’s behavior and he was suddenly just as desperate as you’d been. His tongue curled around yours as one of his hands moved from your hip to between you, aligning himself with your still dripping center before pushing himself into you full to the hilt. A strained gasp choked at your throat at the sudden filling and you released the breath as the most sinful of moans. “You sound like such a naughty little pet.. don’t you dare keep quiet.” With that he began thrusting sharply up into you, snapping his hips at the end of every thrust to hit your inner walls with precision. Your hands braced his shoulder tightly and your nails began scratching at his skin, causing him to seethe a deep breath through gritted teeth. The hand he’d positioned himself with stayed between you and he skillfully found your clit with the pads of his fingers. Another breathy sound filled his ears and he thrusted up into you particularly roughly, forcing the sound to spring from your lips much louder and high pitched. “Beautiful princess keep it up..” he growled to you. Your head fell back against the wall and your eyes screwed tightly closed, the string of gaudy vocals echoing throughout the room. The grip you had in his shoulder tightened even more and you felt your nails dig into his flesh. John let a gravelly groan slip past his lips and he leaned his head against your shoulder. His eyes stayed glued to the way your body moved with his and how your chest bounced with every hoist he gave into you. The angle he’d reached with himself leaned over you was deeper and you could feel your walls clenching against him the harder he rubbed at your sensitive and throbbing nerves.
Swallowing the thick lump in your throat you forced a few deep breaths before you could finally speak, though your voice came out a sultry whine. “Harder..” As you spoke you clenched your thighs around John’s torso. You watched a chill travel down his spine as he shivered slightly, stopping his thrusts completely with himself buried as deeply into you as he could be. He pulled his head back to gaze down at you and his eyes travelled all over your face. Your flushed cheeks, parted lips with panting breaths passing through them; if he didn’t know any better he’d have sworn you were even glowing. “If I wasn’t smitten with you already you just sealed the deal dearie.” Licking his lips in sync with his movement he slowly pulled himself from you until he was just barely grazing your outer lips, his eyes trained on where your bodies intertwined and a low throaty groan accompanying the action. Before you could even blink he slammed himself into you and rocked your body up against he wall forcefully. A sharp cry rang out through the room and John repeated his slow pull out, this time bringing his thumb to press harshly to your clit. As he thrusted up into you he began rubbing erratic zig zags across the sensitive nub, causing your hips to twitch violently and another flow of pants and breathy whimpers to spill from you. Foregoing the slow build up any further John went right into pounding into your core, never once relenting his thumb from your clit.
The abundance of force left your legs and hips shaking and trembling at his touch. Much like in your dream your body threatened to give out but John kept you pinned to the wall with his other hand pressed firmly to your hip. “Hard enough luv?” He panted out in a rough growl, and you nodded frantically as your chest bounced wildly with his very movement. The tension in your stomach finally became unbearable, and a shrill and piercing shriek rang through the room as you released around John’s length. The way your walls tightened and clenched around him left his mouth gaping, and it only took a few more bucks of his hips before he was pulling himself from you to spill his release all over your stomach and thighs. John brought his hands to your waist as he rested his sweaty forehead against your own. Both you simply sat there panting for a few moments before he cleared his throat with a grunt and hoisted you back around to flop the both of you onto your bed. You giggled softly as you bounced onto your pillows and the sound made a warm and lazy smile cross the warlocks features. “So was that what dreams are made of?” He teased in a much softer timbre while he traced his fingertips along your arm. A matching smile tugged at your lips and you nodded contently, rolling on your side to face him. “I can say with confidence that my dreams were nothing compared to that.” You let a hand rest against his chest and he chuckled, the sound reverberating against your palm and sending a warmth through you. John brought his own hand to cover yours before he brought your fingers to his lips to place gentle pecks to your knuckles, the very action that had started this attraction to him to begin with. Even after the way you’d just been the small gesture made a tiny rise to your cheeks. John flashed another smug smile at you and nonchalantly intertwined your fingers. “I’ve got to say I didn’t think a pretty little thing like you had it in ya.” He winked over at you as he shrugged his clawed shoulder. Again your cheeks flushed with a rosy hue and he huffed another small laugh. Glancing down at you he groaned a bit seeing his mess starting to drip along your leg. He sprang up and grabbed the nearest cloth - his now tattered button up - and cleaned his mess from you like the gentlemen he was underneath the sharp tongued exterior. Pulling you to him you rested your head on his chest and simply listened to the rhythm of his heart. You’d just started to drift off when the intercoms clicked on, Zari’s voice being the main focus with many other hushed ones in the background. “Attention legends, now that our resident exorcist and apparent resident porn star are done making dreams into reality we have a hit on the magicometer.” Your eyes went wide as a full moon, meanwhile John simply burst into laughter. Scurrying to your feet you threw on a pair of loose pajama shorts and a tee shirt. Just as he was tying his notorious accessory around his neck, John glanced up at you with a cheeky grin and his eyes narrowed. Catching his gaze you quirked a brow at him, unable to fight the smirk that covered your face. “What?” You asked gently before he made his way to you, shirtless what with the tattered messy ball it’d been wadded into. He grabbed you by the back of the neck and stole a quick but heated kiss. Still holding you in his hands he smirked as he spoke. “Remind me to never bring you a dream catcher.”
Characters: John Constantine (HellBlazer), Reader (You). Requested by: Anonymous. Synopsis: 168 "You're in trouble now." 191 "Behave." 192 "What did you just say?" With Constantine smut. Warnings: Sex, Language, Hair Pulling, Public Sex. A/N: There is really no going back. I can feel I will be getting more descriptive with this sort of thing already. Hope you like it! REQUESTS ARE OPEN! ------------------------------------ "We're going to play a game." Constantine whispered, cigarettes and whiskey encasing me as he had his hands on either side of my body, me pressed up against the locked toilet stall door. "You're going to be completely silent, while I fuck your brains out. You understand?" I nodded, my body tingling and cunt already starting to get wet. His lips caught mine, sucking on my bottom lip, biting it gently as he pulled away. "Good girl." He breathed before connecting our mouths again. His tongue ran over my lips and I parted them, allowing his tongue to dart in and dance with mine. Alcohol was evident in his breath. His rough hands hoisted my tight, silver dress to rest on my hips. His fingers rubbed me vigorously over my clothed heat, circling my clit, sending sparks through me. "Fuck." I hissed. "What did you just say?" He pulled his hands away from me. "I-I'm sorry." His fingers quickly shoved my panties to the side and he stuck two fingers inside me and his thumb played with my clit, curling his fingers. I bit back a moan, but that didn't stop a squeak from escaping me. "Behave." He growled and roughly starting thrusting his fingers into me,. "So wet for me." He muttered against my neck as held me down by his other hand on my hip. It took all my self control to not cry out in pleasure. Pounding music echoed into the bathroom and the people's cheers grew louder everytime someone entered and left because of the door opening. Constantine grinned as he felt my walls tighten around his fingers. "Come for me baby." And his voice sent me over edge, I released onto his fingers. "Shit, John." I breathed heavily, all hot and bothered. "Horrible at obeying aren't you." He licked my juices off his fingers. "You're in trouble now." He slowly pulled my panties down my thighs to pool at my ankles, I stepped out of them, putting my heels back down silently as a man coughed from the next stall, indicating we weren't alone. It was hard not to laugh at the thrill of this. "You're going to want to be quiet." He nibbled on my earlobe and I heard him unzipping his pants and pulling out his erect cock. He rolled a condom on positioned himself at my entrance. His hands gripped onto my thighs and held me in place as he slowly pushed into me, letting me adjust to him, pulling all the way out and slamming up into me. My mouth opened to yelp but Constantine's hand shot to my mouth and muffled the noise. "Ssh." He grinded into me, his cock sliding in and out of me as he picked up his pace. My face flushed red and sweat was beading on my forehead, as silent moans and groans escaped me, mouth hanging open with no sound. Constantine supressed his own moans, "shit" and "fuck" occasionally said through gritted teeth. He grabbed a leg and hoisted it up to his waist, allowing a new angle that immediately had me twitch as he pounded into me and hitting my g-spot. My short cry echoed around the room. Constantine tangled my hair into his free fist as he pounded harder and harder into me. I winced as he yanked at it. My walls tightened once again around his length and ny cunt was dripping, my body shook as my orgasm coursed through me. "Fuck!" Constantine grunted as he came. He slipped out of me and rested his body against mine, both breathing heavily, chests rising and falling in sync. The stall was spinning as I tried to steady myself and clean myself up and my legs were weak. "You lost the game." Constantine wheezed. "And?" "I'll give you one last shot."
