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KINKtober: Day 1

Let’s start this fuck fest 😏

KINK: Temperature Play ft. Neo; As requested by: a lovely anon; Words: 189; Warnings: you bet it’s smut;

He was at your mercy now, as you towered above him on the bed, watching him squirm under the touch of your hands.

“You look so beautiful like this, Neo” you breathed against his skin, your warm hands traveling across his naked body, touching every inch of his flesh you could possibly reach, “I should tie you to the bed more often.”

Neo let out a loud groan when he saw you reach for the glass filled with ice and put one of the ice cubes into your mouth. Smiling at him you dived down, slowly sliding the melting ice across his hip bone. He pulled at the restraints, “Baby, please” Neo rasped and you looked up at him, giving him a sly grin before moving further south.

When you reached his hardened cock you slid the ice cube across his length, getting another groan of pleasure out of him, before you took the ice out of your mouth and blew some hot air onto his leaking tip just to caress it with the ice cube the other second.

“Be patient baby, I told you I like to play.”

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KINKtober: Day 16

Someone gets pegged tonight! 😏

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.

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KINKtober: Day 27

Love me a man with good hands 😏

KINK: Handjob/Fingering ft. Jack Traven; As requested by: a lovely anon; Words: 428; Warnings: you bet it’s smut;

With his one arm, sneaking around your waist, he held you against him, his fingers found their way between your folds, hiss leaving your mouth as he began to caress your dripping folds. You dug your nails into the nape of his neck, scratching at it roughly, making sure your nails will leave a mark on him.

“Jack please…” you sighed, impatient for his next move. His fingers crawled closer to your entrance and he teased you with his fingers, “baby I fucking need you, NOW” your voice was demanding and he just raised his eyebrow, mouth curling in a sly grin.

His thumb brushed your clit, drawing lazy, slow circles into it, his movements a true torture. You threw your head backwards, looking right into his eyes became a real struggle. He clenched his jaw, growling through his gritted teeth at your audible responses.

“Traven, for the love of God-…”

Before you even had the chance to ask him properly, he picked up a steady pace, his thumb flicking your clit harshly. Your breaths got caught in your throat and you put all of the efforts into looking at him.

A loud moan left your lips when he pushed two fingers inside you.

You were at the edge now, his fingers stretching you, then filling you with ease over and over again. When he gripped your throat, choking you with the slim fingers of his other hand, you let your head fall backwards again, the sound you made sent shivers down his spine.

There wasn’t much you can do now, you couldn’t fight with how your body tensed, the electric feeling coming onto your spine from the perfect spot he kept hitting with his fingers every time he slid them further inside you. Your fingers knotted his hair, as you tried to hold on for a few more moments, the feeling of his fingers fiddling with your soaked core was everything you needed in the morning.

“Darling, are you going to cum for me?” He asked, his voice thick with lust. He pressed harder on your clit, his hand all slick with your juices and it was the switch he needed to activate.

A wave of pleasure ripped through you, your mouth falling open, lips quivering, a set of curses you probably never used falling from your tongue. Your orgasm rolled through you like a fucking riot van and you felt how your legs began shaking violently as he fingered you through the overwhelming waves of pleasure.

“Jaaaack… oh f-fuck… Jack!” Another loud moan left your lips.

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KINKtober: Day 17

Girls play with toys too 😏

KINK: Toys ft. Jack Traven; As requested by: a lovely anon; Words: 503; Warnings: you bet it’s smut;

On lonely nights without him, the feeling of it inside you as a relief had you aching too, in a different way but right now, it didn’t compare to the image you had inside your mind of his cock filling you slowly, throbbing, feeling the heat of his body against yours.

“I’ve heard something about vibrations” Jack drawled, his eyes focused on the toy moving in and out of you, shiny with your wetness.

You breathed out shakily, reaching to switch on the first stage of vibration, moaning and struggling to keep your eyes open and fixed on him, your lips parted, moans of pleasure falling from your lips as you tried to keep your eyes from wandering, his tight trousers barely containing him. You wanted him so badly, wanted him to get on top of you, take you, fuck you senseless, but no teasing would get you that now.

“I want to see you cum, baby girl” Jack growled throatily, his eyes wide and fixated on your every movement, “come on” he declared.

He was impatient now, palming himself inconspicuously through his trousers and as you switched to the second vibration setting you felt the feeling grow in your stomach, the familiar euphoria of being on the edge, so close to coming undone completely.

You forced your eyes open, scared to close them and knowing the eye contact would only make you cum harder. “Are you gonna cum for me, little girl?” Jack groaned, his eyes piercing through you, the stare intense and making you shiver.

You were so close, the way he was looking at you only making you wetter and you couldn’t only feel but also hear the toy moving inside you obscenely.

“You look gorgeous spread out like that, girl…” he groaned, “oh come on, baby girl, fuck yourself harder, I know you can do much better than this…”

You whimpered, doing as he said, whimpering each time you pushed the toy inside you, your walls fluttering, squeezing at it, the pleasure increasing with each stroke creating friction inside you, making you hotter and hotter.

And then, just when you were sure you were going to burn up, the feeling came, building and building and then you fell apart at last. You threw your head back, the groan erupting from your lips obscene and your legs shook, the toy still firmly inside you, one hand gripped to the base.

Your walls danced around it, contracting again and again and though it felt good, you wanted him now, even in the midst of your orgasm. Jack was down on his knees before you could recover from the waves, kissing the inside of your thighs, already beginning to put your toy to use again, driving it into you himself.

“Oh fuck, we’re not done yet, baby girl.” He rasped through his gritted teeth and your hand wandered to his buzzed head, nails scratching at his scalp.

“I hope we weren’t…” you breathed, as his lips kissed up and down your thigh.

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KINKtober: Day 15

Yes folks, let’s do it 😏

KINK: Swallowing ft. Jack Traven; As requested by: a lovely anon​; Words: 325; Warnings: you bet it’s smut;

You licked the underside of his cock, getting a muffled groan from him as a response. Wrapping your hand around the wet shaft, you stroked him vigorously while licking at the tip. Already you had given up on gentle pets, now you were gripping his length and tugging at it firmly.

“Oh fuck, yes… f-fuck…” he murmured, letting his head fall backwards.

Then he made the most delicious grunting noises as you kissed his length with sloppy open-mouthed kisses, as his cock swirled in and out of your hungry mouth. You loved doing that to him. Clearly he did too, since Jack thrust his hips forward, eager to stuff more of himself into your mouth.

You watched him watching you and enjoyed the feel of his hands on your face as you increased pace. The tenderness of his gesture made you moan into his cock and then he joined in, moaning back something incoherent about how beautiful you were down there working his cock.

Suddenly his fingers were in your hair on both sides, holding your head in place desperately. Together you’ve created your own rhythm, him bucking his hips up, shoving his cock deep into your throat, and you pulling back to suck his entire length before allowing his hands to pull you back down his length. You two repeated that movement over and over again, faster and faster and he became louder and louder. You sucked and licked wildly, using all of your skill to make him come for you.

“I’m… I’m going to… f-fuck!” He moaned. And then he exploded in your mouth.  

Warm sprays of cum, one after another, coated the inside of your throat. Your tongue gently caressed his cock as it softened until you got the very last drops.   

Finally you gave his soft cock one last light suck, sure he was dry, before finally sliding it from your lips and looking up at him with a contented smile.  

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KINKtober: Day 19

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…”

“I’m not planning to,” you rasped.

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KINKtober: Day 8

Is it hot in here or is it just me? 😏

KINK: Aphrodisiacs ft. dr Julian Mercer; As requested by: a lovely anon; Words: 172; Warnings: none today;

There he was, sitting right in front of you, for once wearing a suit instead of his everyday hospital scrubs. The candle was softly flickering on your table, you two being tucked into the farthest corner of the restaurant.

You were looking at him from your plate, twirling the wine glass in your hand. Above the table your leg was gently caressing his calf, your action making him grin.

“How are your mules, Julian?” You asked him, twirling your glass again and winking at him.

“Absolutely perfect. How about your shrimps love?”

“Perfect as well. You know what they say about seafood?”

“You mean the nutrition or-?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, which showed how the wine finally got into his head.

“I mean how they’re aphrodisiacs, you know?” Leaning over the table you made sure he’ll see the deeply cut V-neck of your evening dress that showed off your cleavage. His eyes loomed over you and he smiled widely.

“I hope they are, we have a whole weekend to ourselves.”

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April song prompts: #8 Hands To Myself

Today’s prompt was requested by a lovely anon.

SONG: Hands To Myself - Selena Gomez ft. Constantine; Words: 742; Warnings: smut, some good ol’ fingering;

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You watched him from the doorway for a few minutes, leaning on the door frame. He didn’t notice you, he’s too busy staring down at the old scrolls scattered around his desk. You sighed loudly hitching up your skirt up, revealing the garters you were wearing.

“Not today, I’ve got a meeting” is all he said still not looking at you.

You sighed again and moved over to him, perching on the corner of his desk, as he glanced at your thigh and his eyes caught on the garter, “Fuck” he breathed, grabbing your knee, as he looked up at you and you smirked.

“Finally” you opened your knees and he slid his hand up your thigh, “Satan can wait.”

His eyes widened when he reached the top, “No panties?” He asked.

“No panties” you repeated.

He groaned and slid his fingers between your folds and you closed your eyes. You’ve been desperate for this for days and the feeling of him finally touching you is almost too much for your brain to comprehend. His fingers settled on your clit, lightly touching, not even moving, and you whimpered, rocking your hips against him.

Your eyes snapped open as he snickered, “Fuck, you really wanted this, huh?” He breathed.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you” you mumbled, “I can’t stop thinking about you, I just-”

“You're a hungry cock slut” he said simply, looking up at your face to see your reaction.

You whimpered nodding frantically, “Yes. I want you, Constantine… Please-”

“Not today” he repeated almost smugly as he pulled his hand away, wiping your wetness on your leg, “I've got a meeting.”

You caught his hand and push it back up your skirt, “Then finger faster.”

He seemed to see that as a challenge, his jaw set, and he pushed two fingers inside you without warning. You gasped grabbing onto the edge of the desk, holding on as he started pounding them right into your soft spot. Constantine didn’t even need to search for it; he remembered exactly where it is. Your back arched and you collapsed back onto his desk, his free hand hooking behind your knee, pushing it towards your chest, “Don't ever tell me to finger faster” he growled.

Your hands clamped over your mouth, trying to stop the moans from spilling over. His thumb came around to start rubbing your clit and you're melting, your head thrown back, your moans muffled by your hands, “Fuck, you look good, babe” he told you quietly.

Your knees twitched open further, your eyes closing as they roll back into your head, “Fucking stunning” he breathed. The moan that tore its way out of your chest in response wasn’t nearly as muffled as you want it to be. His thumb drew circles around your clit as he coaxed you closer to your orgasm. Your back arched, your leg hitching up so your heel was on the edge of his desk.

It felt like electricity was running up your spine, racing through your limbs, everything already feels so intense, so when he leaned down, pus his mouth next to your ear, and started whispering… you’ve almost came right there and then.

“You’re fucking beautiful, babe” Constantine ducked down to suck on your earlobe and you felt your legs start to tremor, you moved your hand away from your mouth, tangling your fingers into his hair.

You started rocking your hips against his fingers and you mumbled, “I'm gonna come.”

He heard you, he doesn’t care, he kept slamming his fingers into your spot and circling your clit with his thumb until your body jerked up, your back lifting completely off the desk.

He smirked against your neck now, “That’s it, babe…” Your hand clamped back over your mouth to muffle your moans as you came, your walls clenching around his fingers, “Look at me” he demanded, leaning back to look into your eyes, his body pressing you back onto the desk. You forced your eyes open and he held your gaze as he grind his fingers into your spot, his thumb still circling your clit, as your orgasm washed over you.

Your leg slipped off the desk and you groan, moving your hand as you start twitching around his fingers, “Constantine…” he pulled them out and straightened up, sucking them clean while you watched, laying spent on his desk, “Fuck, Constantine…” you groaned.

“Never tell me to finger faster” he told you.