Mar 23, 2025
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I had to draw this meme with Zatanna and John
John hellblazer cause I love this freak..
Devils Advocate
John Constantine x fem!Reader
summary: Kissing and slightly teasing John after a successful Demon hunt.
warning: MDNI (18+), suggestive, sex mentioned (not described), slightly dryhumping John, killing a demon mentioned , demons, blood, a lot of teasing, cigarettes and their smell mentioned (it’s John, are we surprised?)
A/N: soooo. I was going through my drafts and I found this fic I wrote 2 months ago but I never posted this (I didn’t like it & tbh I still don’t but whateverrrrr here you are, hope you enjoy this <33)😛
People think the Devil’s Advocate means defending the bad guy. But it doesn’t really mean that.
It means being willing to walk into places nobody else would touch, willing to look directly at the worst possibility and ask: what if that’s the truth? Which was probably why you and John got along so well. You both weren’t a normal couple. You both definitely have a lot of issues.
The Demon you’d spent three days hunting with John was now laying dissolved into black ash across the floor, its body unable to maintain shape after John had tricked it into breaking a contract written nearly five hundred years ago.
“You know,” John muttered as he flicked blood, not his blood, from his knuckles. “most couples go out for dinner. Watch a movie together or sum.”
You stared at the ruined long lost building around you, at the shattered glass laying across the floor, at the ash disappearing from the remains of the demon you finally got to kill.
“Most couples don’t spend their evenings arguing with a a few centuries year old demon pretending to be a saint.”
“Fair point, love.”
The silence that followed wasn’t peaceful. The air still smelled wrong. The kind of scent that crawled into your lungs and stayed there. The creature had been feeding on grief. Specifically the grief of people who visited the building just to seek a little peace from the world outside.
The Demon whispered to them. Because it knew how lonely these people were who came here. Promised reunions, promised dead loved ones and then it hollowed them out from the inside.
But this wasn’t even the worst part, no, it wasn’t. The victims had thanked it while it happened.
John had called it one of the nastier bastards I’ve met. Which considering his life, was saying a lot about the situation.
You leaned against a cracked stone pillar, exhausted enough that your legs felt heavy. Across from you John looked equally destroyed.
His tie hung loose, white shirt was stained with dirt and ash, there was a split in his lower lip and dark circles sat beneath his eyes. He definitely looked awful but at the same time he looked beautiful. Which was honestly sooo annoying. This man looks so beautiful even when he could use a coma sleep.
“You nearly got possessed.” you said.
“I didn’t.”
“You absolutely did.”
“Didn’t.”
“The thing was literally speaking through your mouth.”
“Momentary setback.” John pointed a finger at you. You laughed despite yourself and then he laughed too.
For a moment neither of you said anything. The darkness around the building seemed to disappear a little. This still doesn’t mean that this place is now peaceful or that the danger was gone.
There was another reason. You both survived and you will see another day together. It happened so often that it should have stopped meaning something. But somehow the meaning only grew because every mission carried the possibility that one of you wouldn’t come back. Every time you both did, the relief felt so great.
John understood that better than anyone. You saw it in the way his gaze lingered. In the way he looked at you now. He looked at you as if he’s mentally checking if you’re alright or hurt somewhere.
His expression slightly softened when he didn’t find anything. He thought you wouldn’t notice how his expression softened but you did. John realized you caught it, which immediately made him scowl.
“Don’t.” He warned you before you could even say anything.
“Don’t what?”
“Look at me like that.”
“Like what?” A grin tugged at your mouth.
“Like you’re planning something now.”
“Oh, you think I planned something?.”
“God help me.”
“You loooove me.”.
“You are unbearable.” John groaned
“You love me. I’m your girlfriend and let me remind you of the time you cried when I was on top-” John cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.
“I did not cry.”
“You did, admit it.” A smirk is now planted on your face.
“You make my life significantly worse.”
“Whatever helps you sleep better at night. But we both now it’s after we have sex. Multiple rounds.” His eyes narrowed and your smile widened.
Then he was walking toward you with that dangerous confidence that always made your pulse trip over itself. The same confidence that had talked demons into destroying themselves. The same confidence that somehow survived every terrible decision he’d ever made.
You stayed exactly where you were because moving would have felt wrong and because you enjoyed this far too much.
John stopped directly in front of you. Close enough that you could smell cigarette smoke beneath the blood and dust.
Way too close enough that your heartbeat became a speeding mess.
“You’re insufferable.”
“You keep saying that.”
“It’s true.”
“And yet here you are.” His jaw tightened. You knew that look, very very well.
It was the look John got whenever he wanted something and was trying extremely hard not to admit it.
Neither of you looked away and the tension stretched and stretched and finally snapped.
John kissed you first. The kiss wasn’t gentle by any means. Kissing him was never really gentle. There was too much frustration, too much relief, too many things neither of you knew how to say properly.
His hand found your waist. Yours caught the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. The taste of smoke lingered on his lips. The same split in his lip brushed against yours.
The kiss deepened. It turned into something so messy and desperate Like both of you were trying to burn away the adrenaline still trapped inside you.
You could feel his heartbeat. It was beating so fast, you absolutely love the reaction you get out of him whenever you two kissed.
A breathless laugh escaped you when he backed you against the pillar.
“Careful now.” you murmured.
“Why?”
“This place is technically still not safe.”
“Think we’ve done enough damage already.” You laughed again and John kissed you before the sound could fully leave your mouth. His forehead rested briefly against yours.
“You know.” you whispered, “for someone who complains constantly, you seem pretty happy we survived.”
John’s eyes flickered. Something darker moved through them.
“You have no idea, love.” The words landed heavily. You kissed him again but this time a little slower. And when he pulled you closer, when your bodies pressed together through layers of clothing, neither of you seemed really interested in creating distance. The tension that had been building all night finally had somewhere to go.
Your arms wrapped around his neck. His hands settled firmly at your waist. The kiss became heated again.
The kind that made ruined and cursed buildings and demons feel very far away. You shifted closer without thinking, your front now brushing against his hard dick now. You noticed this of course and decided to rub against him a little more. John moaned softly against your mouth.
One of his hands tightened slightly. It wasn’t enough to hurt you but enough to make your stomach flip. The movement drew another quiet laugh from you.
“Dangerous waters baby. You sure you wanna fuck in a cursed building? Risk other demons watching you crying and beg for more?”
“That can wait until we’re back home. Consider this… a reward.” You murmured and you feel the heat creeping up your face, you’re a blushing mess now.
“A reward?”
“We won.”
“We nearly died.” John whispers teasingly in your ears.
“But we didn’t.”
“That’s your criteria?”
“Absolutely.” John shook his head but he looked way too pleased by the logic. Which was probably because it was exactly the sort of terrible logic he used himself.
*throws crumpled paper at you* fuck off
A little bit harder now
John Constantine x gn!Reader
summary: Arguing with John.
warning: mutual longing, obsession, emotional dependency (kinda), cigarettes, John trying to joke his way out but fails
A/N: yupyupyup I was listening to A little bit harder now by she wants revenge the whole time
John always acted as if he was the only person in the room capable of carrying regret and every bad decision had somehow become his burden alone to drag through the years and you might have let him continue believing that ridiculous little lie because arguing with John when he was in one of his moods was like trying to fistfight a bear, but tonight you were tired. Tired enough that your patience had finally worn down into something you could no longer ignore.
“You know what really pisses me off?” you asked, standing in the doorway of his apartment while rain fell outside and cigarette smoke curled through the dim light of the room.
“That’s a long list, I don’t even know where to start if I’m being honest.” John didn’t look up from where he sat.
“You always do that.”
“Do what?”
“That.” His eyes finally lifted and his attention was a physical thing when he actually gave it all to you, suddenly it felt like the entire room was shrinking until there was only him and the one specific calm expression he wore whenever he knew a conversation was about to become uncomfortable.
“You’re gonna have to be more specific, love.” You laughed at this statement because if you didn’t laugh you were certain you might scream and shake him aggressively by his shoulders.
“You always turn everything into a joke the second something becomes serious then you wonder why people get frustrated with you and then you act surprised when they’re angry and then somehow you make yourself the victim of the entire situation even when you’re the one who created it in the first place.”
For a moment he said nothing. The cigarette between his fingers burned slowly. Then he tilted his head a little in your direction.
“That what this is about?”
“No.” The lie came too quickly.
“No?” His eyes narrowed immediately.
“No.”
“Right.”
“It isn’t.”
“Course not, lovie.”
“Oh, shut up.” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. The kind of smile that made you want to kiss him and choke him at the same time.
“You’re angry.”
“Very observant. I think even a five year old could tell I’m angry.”
“You missed me.” Your stomach dropped. The room suddenly felt too warm because he hadn’t said it teasingly.
John could flirt his way through nearly any situation, but right now there wasn’t a hint of amusement in his voice. You stared at him and he stared right back. Neither of you looked away.
“You disappeared for three weeks.”
“There it is, keep it comin’ lovie. Tell me everything.”
“You disappeared for three weeks,” you repeated taking another step into the room because standing still felt impossible, because every emotion you’d spent weeks trying to suppress was climbing back up your throat all at once and refusing to stay buried. “and I had absolutely no idea whether you were alive or dead or bleeding out in some alley somewhere or trapped in another fucking dimension or whatever ridiculous supernatural disaster shit you managed to throw yourself into this time. And then you just walk back in like nothing happened and expect me to act fucking normal.”
“I don’t expect that. Would be worried if you acted like this is all normal.”
“Really?”
“No.”
“But it feels like you do.” John looked away for a brief second which meant this issue mattered. Which meant you were getting somewhere with this conversation. And for some reason that realization hurt. Because underneath all the frustration and tension there was still the truth you’d spent months trying not to think about.
You cared. Far more than you should, more than John had any right to make you care. When he finally spoke again his voice was quieter.
“I thought about you every day.” The confession hit so hard it almost physically hurt.
“What?” He laughs our and it sounded like being caught admitting something he never intended to say out loud.
“I said I thought about you every day.” John wasn’t looking at you anymore. He was staring at the floor, at the cigarette he was smoking. Literally looking at anything except your face.
You knew this wasn’t easy for him too.
“You thought about me…” you repeated quietly.
“Yeah.”
“Then why didn’t you call?”
John closed his eyes just for a second. But it told you more than any answer could have. When he opened them again there was something exhausted in his expression.
“You really wanna know?”
“Yes.”
“You.”
“What?” Your heart stopped. Why are you the reason now?
“You are the reason.” The words came out rough with a little hint of anger linked. But it was more directed toward himself. He was angry with himself.
John stood up running a hand through his damp blond hair before turning away from you entirely as if the act of looking at you while saying these things had become unbearable.
“You wanna know why I didn’t call?” he asked, voice low and tense in a way you almost never heard from him. “because every bloody time I picked up the phone I started thinking about hearin’ your voice and every time I thought about hearin’ your voice I started thinking about comin’ home and every time I thought about comin’ home I started thinking about you and then suddenly I wasn’t focusing on the thing that was trying to kill me anymore.”
Your breath caught. John laughed bitterly still facing away, refusing to look at you.
“As it turns out, that’s a very very dangerous distraction.” The truth was sitting naked between you. Maybe that should have made things easier but instead it made them infinitely worse.
Because now you knew. Judging by the way John’s shoulders remained tense beneath his shirt, the way his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides as though he was physically restraining himself from doing something reckless, he knew it too.
Slowly, you crossed the room, walking towards him until there was barely any distance left between you.
John still didn’t turn around. He was not afraid of demons, ghosts, fuck, he wasn’t afraid of Hell.
But he was absolutely terrified of this: you and of whatever existed between the two of you.
“Look at me.” Your voice came out barely above a whisper.
“No.” His jaw tightened.
“John.”
“No.”
“Look. At. Me.” Finally he turned. The expression on his face nearly shattered you. There was no charm, confidence written over his face. No. It was full of want and desire. The same thing you had been carrying for months.
His eyes searched yours. They were so fucking tired of pretending.
“You have any idea what you do to me?” he asked quietly.
“No.” You feel your heart beat faster and faster in your chest.
“That’s a lie.” Maybe it was. Because judging by the way his gaze kept dropping to your mouth before snapping back to your eyes as if he was fighting a fight he was definitely losing. Perhaps the worst part was that he knew he had the exact same effect on you. He knew you felt the same things he felt. And that was rather comforting.
With a swift motion John locked his lips on yours, kissing you with so much need, love and desperation it almost feels unbearable.
The kiss wasn’t soft by any means. It was messy and desperate. Desperate to prove that whatever you have going on is real, more than real. John’s hands were on each side of your waist and he pulled you closer until you physically couldn’t be more close to him. Your arms were now wrapped around his shoulders, deepening the kiss.
And for a very long time, you just kissed. Because words couldn’t describe the tension between you two anymore. Only actions could show you now.
@advline ANOTHAAA JOHN POST😝
Mercers little intro and relationship chart!!
(idk why the intro looks like that firealpaca crashed cause my file was too big)
Mercer...my dc oc :3
*slides you a manila envelope across the bar* shoo.