#john constantine x king shark

[gothamrumours]

Shark and Exorcist

To the people of Gotham, there are some freaky couples but I must say I've never expected to hear about how John Constantine dated King Shark. Which I would've never expected, monster fucking who.

It's not the most uncommon to date meta-humans here in Gotham, but I this one is a bit surprising since I didn't think King Shark dated humans, but we all learn something new every day It's quite adorable that our British Exorcist dated King Shark. Honestly, it's right up his alleyway among many others. Like his dated Zatanna, Nick Necro, Lucifer, and more....wow, he gets around a bunch. But anyway, this relationship was clearly more hidden at first since NO ONE knew about it until they broke up, so it's possible it was a short one, but part of me doubts that. Since Constantine is normally more out with his lovers.

Your Loyal Journalists,

Gotham Rumors

[luckyshinyhunter]

👑🐟King Shark, Mi Amor!🐟👑

[artfulusername]

You know what I'm going to do? I've gotten to a fun point in this ficlet (okay, it's going to be longer than that). I'm going to go ahead and post Part One of this unnamed thing.

Enjoy!

Title TBD

John Constantine felt like a proper idiot standing outside of Nanaue’s favorite sushi place. He had a large tray in hand and realized that he had no idea where his ex was staying these days. King Shark rarely strayed from Hawai’i of late, but there was still more ground and ocean to cover than he’d considered in his haste to see if there was something to Dream’s nonsense.

The King of Stories could have just as soon been making the whole thing up to get rid of an inconvenient third wheel. John wouldn’t put it past him. So, there he was. Wishing he could smoke and cursing his cousin’s name for rendering him unable to do so. Instead, he rolled the toothpick around with his tongue and held the tray one-handed so he could fish his phone out from his pocket.

He scrolled through the local news. Maybe there was a pattern of missing persons. Nanaue wasn’t as prolific with his meals as he had once been, but maybe there was a trail he could follow. Perhaps he should have been more focused on the area around him. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been so fucking startled when a hand clamped around his bicep, jostling the sushi for a moment before John balanced it properly again.

Great. He was getting jumped or kidnapped. His usual bloody luck. Why had he come to Hawai’i again?

His fingers tightened around the edge of the tray, the plastic digging uncomfortably into the pads of his fingertips. “Oi! What’s this all about?” He turned his head to look at whoever had snagged his arm. His gaze met a well-muscled chest in a tight black t-shirt. And then it lifted. Ah. Shark tattoo on his throat. That was certainly a sign.

By the time his eyes met his assailant’s through dark sunglasses, a leaden weight sank in his stomach like an anchor. “Boss wants to see you,” came the rumbled answer to his question. At least his ex had good taste in minions. If he lived past walking through the front door, he’d say as much.

“Well, isn’t this a coincidence? I came here to see him. Got an offering and all.” He lifted the tray as much as he was able. “Take me to your leader.”

Not even a smile.

John was still amused even as he found himself unceremoniously shoved in the back of a cushy black SUV. If he was being driven to his doom, at least he was going out in style flanked by a pair of men who’d put half of the Justice League to shame. There were certainly worse fates.

“Is it going to be a long drive? Sushi doesn’t keep well. Hadn’t really thought beyond getting it. Probably should’ve sorted out my destination first.” Drumming his fingers atop the plastic to fill the silence in the car, he swallowed past the lump in his throat. Sure. He had options. He could reach into his coat and pull out all manner of tricks to get himself out of this situation. But he had to try first.

He rested a hand on the tray, holding it steady. The other hand lifts just a few inches in the air. Not too fast. Nice and slow. He didn't want to unsettle his escorts. Still, the silence was suffocating. Something had to be done. 

With a flick of his wrist, the radio leapt to life. Taylor Swift. What the fuck did he do to deserve a Swifting?

"I say 'I hate you,' we break up, you call me, 'I love you.'"

"Not a good omen," he muttered and flicked his wrist again. The station shifted. He'd accept the instrumental solo from Kansas' "Carry On My Wayward Son." It felt kinder. No less ominous, but at least it felt like something he could work with.

The driver and the guy riding shotgun exchanged baffled looks, but at least the radio stayed on. Thank goodness for small victories. John drummed his fingers on the tray's plastic covering. “Are we there yet?”

Yeah. He earned the press of a gun's barrel in his ribs. Fair play. No one liked hearing that question. “I'll take that as a ‘maybe?’” The gun dug a little more deeply into his side. That was going to leave a mark if they weren't careful.

The driver looked at the gun-toting goon in the rearview mirror. At least that's what John assumed from the glance. “Boss wants him intact. For now, at least.”

With a grumble, the gun-toting goon lowered his weapon. It rested meaningfully on his lap instead. At least his chances of being shot if they hit a bump had lowered. John appreciated the adjustment of the odds in his favor, however slight the tweak had been.

Look. With the way his day was going, he was going to take whatever he could get. The flight had been crap and then it had taken him forever to find some place selling the right kind of sushi. Getting shot would just be the icing on this shit cake.

He let out a breath and let the classic rock wash over him. At least he didn't have to wait too much longer. The car pulled into a parking lot and the goons pushed him out of the car. He held tightly to the tray, pleasantly surprised that it wasn't too jostled.

Everything looked just the way it did when he took it out of the restaurant. Sure, it probably wasn't going to put him back in Nanaue's good graces. But, hey, he could at least give it a shot. At the very least they could enjoy some fine fight before everything went to shit.

Honestly? John wasn't sure what to expect. It had been some time since he'd been around here. It looked like his ex was doing fairly good for himself. The building was nice. Big windows. It wouldn't have been his first choice, but he didn't blame Nanaue wanting to take advantage of the view.

It certainly was gorgeous. Lots of lush vegetation to enjoy. He tried not to gape as the goons walked him into the building. At the center of the building was, predictably, a multi-story aquarium. Filled with colorful fish, it was certainly an eye-catching centerpiece. 

A goon elbowed him to get his attention. “Right. Yes. Nice digs you have here. I'll have to give your boss my compliments.” He offered a crooked grin. It was not returned.

They wound their way through the open, finely-furnished space. John felt every hour of his flights in economy. He could have sprung for business class, but it likely wouldn't have helped much for the level of grime he felt clinging to him. At the very least he could have showered before sushi hunting.

Foresight was not always his strong suit.

It was too late to do a sniff check now. At least he had the sushi going for him. Little good it would likely do considering how he left things. Maybe he should have gotten two trays. Or three. Or maybe something else entirely.

Nanaue wasn't looking his way as they approached. He was staring out of one of the large windows at the frankly breathtaking view of the ocean. Yeah. That explained why he picked the building. From what he could tell, it looked like there was even an easy route down to the beach. His ex had good taste in real estate even if his taste in men was a bit crap.

“You definitely have balls to show your face around here.” The rumble of Nanaue's voice always hit John like an ocean wave, leaving him weak-kneed and inwardly flailing.

He couldn't help himself. “You'd know.” Clearing his throat, he decided a clarification was in order .”About my balls, that is.” It wasn't his best choice. He saw that now.

Nanaue's head dipped. Whether it was in disappointment or amusement was hard to tell. Things could go either way. He offered no additional response. John could accept leaving him speechless.

“I brought sushi? The place has a 5-star rating on Yelp.” Yes, he checked reviews. He still felt a little weird about it. “Looks like it's a favorite of locals. That must mean it's quality.”

“You never really gave a shit about sushi before.” There was amusement in Nanaue's voice. “Why start now?”

That was a good question. It was one he should have anticipated. A smarter man would have had something smooth prepared. All John could manage was, “Because you like sushi?”

Nanaue finally turned and made a sharp gesture at John's escorts. John braced himself. Any moment, he'd be riddled with bullets. It just felt like a getting shot kind of moment.

And then he wasn't shot.

And then they were alone.

John held the tray up as an offering. “Sushi?”

[not-lame-llama]

Just saw a post about John Constantine. Relating to his dating King Shark. and i was laughing a bit. until i remembered it’s quite literally canon. this is the world we live in people. oh my gods.

[johnconny]

Bite me, my love

[fire-fira]

I randomly stumbled across this, and ngl it screams John Constantine/King Shark to me.

You're welcome. lol

[supermellowbouquetnightworld]

My new dnd character! Brine Oceanhopper! She is the daughter of a royal wizard and a shark demigod. She left her underwater kingdom looking for adventure!

(Yes her parents are a refence to John Constantine and King Shark)

[hannaloony]

Dead boy detectives x Constantine

[echosdaffodil]

(Not only Queer DC Fans tbh also a lot of straight people who are homophobe but for whatever reason i've seen so many queer people hate on him. Everytime. Mostly when he gets a DC pride storyline.)

Also the people who treat him like his poltitcs are unimportant to his character and mischaracterise him with "Oh yes he's going to be a good father for super child xy" are on my watch list. Like he's canonically an alcoholic and got his one son who was already traumtised to kill a person. Thats the person you want to be a father for people? The one who got Timothy Hunter almost eaten alive by cannibals??? Be serious. I dont apologise him for his actions, he's literally meant to be a shit, i still hold him accountable and reflect on his actions. His main DC characterisation is flawed and brings me so much pain when it was so perfect within parts of his original run.

I really needed to get this rent out of my system.

[mimiaguilar-bansheebender]

It’s been a couple years and i still Can’t believe DC made constantine x king shark canon? Like WOW! 🥺 thank you so much 🥺

[letzoespoilyou]

My Monster ship is King Shark X Constantine!

Thank you Justice League Dark: Apokolips War

[everlastingremorse-blog]

Watching the first episode of the new season of Harley Quinn.

And I do think it’s sweet the King Shark (the best character) is going to be a father…

BUT HOW COULD YOU DO THIS CONSTANTNTINE, YOUR BOYFRIEND YIU BAFOON

[artfulusername]

You ever have a thought that pops in and just won't let go until it's out?

So. That's how I ended up writing nearly a thousand words of a conversation between John Constantine and Dream of the Endless. About relationships? This is a universe in which both John and Johanna exist because I said so.

Anyway! Have this ficlet. I hope you enjoy it.

Thoughts and Stars

The night air was cool enough to see his breath, but not so cold as to keep John Constantine indoors. Politely, he held the door open for the bloke following after him before letting it shut. The murmured gratitude was appreciated and, honestly, more than he'd expected. He took up a lean against the rough brick wall and tugged a box of toothpicks out of one of his coat’s many pockets. 

"Was your preference not for tobacco products, sorcerer? We could have remained indoors." Dream's low rumble of a voice always felt like being rubbed with a cat pelt against the grain. He enjoyed the sensation, but always knew that meant something was bound to scratch his eyes out. No matter. He'd been through worse.

John slipped one of the toothpicks between his lips and rolled it around with his tongue. "I've quit. Johanna did a thing that made my cigs taste like actual ash. No fun anymore."

"And how is your fair cousin?" Dream somehow managed to make leaning against the building look dignified. It was the worst.

"Annoying as ever. Making the usual mistakes. You know how family is." He gestured vaguely and tilted his head back against the wall. His eyes narrowed as he stared up at the sky. "There aren't usually that many stars in the sky, mate."

He thought, for a moment, that he heard a chuckle beside him. He'd never dare to assume laughter from the entity beside him. "There are always that many stars in the sky, Constantine. And more besides."

"Right, right. Something about the infinite universe. But we can't see them here." He pointed at the offending sky for emphasis. "Too much light in the city."

Dream's head tilted, moonlight reflecting off of his pale skin. He looked like he was fucking glowing. Maybe John would have been better off bringing his drink out with them. "Perhaps there may be more visible stars than there usually are. There will be those that appreciate them for the time that they are there."

John leaned to peer in through the window at the table they'd vacated. Hob Gadling was chatting with the waiter, not seeming to mind being left on his own. Perhaps it was his years of experience that gave him such ease and confidence. Years and years of experience. He settled back in his lean, chewing lightly on his toothpick before speaking. "I don't get it, you know. What he sees in you."

Out of the corner of his eye, he could have sworn that he saw something resembling a smile lift the corner of Dream's lips. "Nor do I. It has been a question I have yet to find the answer to."

It was more of an answer than he'd expected. "He's just so normal. Kind. Understanding. And you–" John looked up at the taller man. Had he grown in the last few seconds? "Well, you're a surly twat at the best of times. No offense meant."

"You cannot lie to me, Constantine." Dream slanted a glance his way, dark eyes unfathomable as John could have sworn he heard the ominous rumble of thunder out of the otherwise cloudless sky. "It is possible that he has more in common with you than you know. Perhaps he also prefers lovers with more of a bite."

The expression on Dream's face could have been called a smile then, but it was a baring of teeth to anyone who had been really looking. Teeth. Rows of them. For a heartbeat, his features had sharpened before they smoothed into their usual form.

John got the message.

"Low blow, mate," John groused, spitting his toothpick onto the pavement. "There was no need to bring him up and you know it. I didn't mean any insult. You're prickly and showing it."

Dream let out a huff. "I am, perhaps, sensitive when it comes to the subject of Hob Gadling." The muscles in his jaw tensed. "He is profoundly human."

"Except for the immortality bit, though. But who's judging? People would kill for that gift." And worse. As if deciding that neither of them needed to comment on that unfortunate fact, they lapsed into silence.

"He would take you back, you know." Dream murmured after a few minutes had passed. "With the right apology and a sentimental gift, King Shark would take you back."

John's breath caught as his heart flipped about in his chest. "Would he now? I thought he'd bite my head off the next time he saw me."

Dream canted his head to the side. "His dreams are full of longing, the violence softened by time and distance." 

Shoving his hands into his pockets, John looked up at the stars. "Hob's been good for you. Made you a bit soft, though, but I think it's done you good. That was almost kind there."

"Was it not?" Dream's voice felt like it was everywhere and nowhere.

John's fingers fumbled in his pockets until the sharp point of a tooth dug into the pad of his thumb. "Jury's still out."

There was a thoughtful hum from his companion. "I shall leave you with your thoughts, John Constantine." Without another word, Dream swept past him and back into the building.

Through the glass, John could hear the muffled sound of Hob's infectious laughter. Maybe it wasn't too late for him after all. If the tall scary embodiment of dreams and nightmares could make it work, there might be hope for him yet.

[marsrize]

Adrien son of John Constantine and King Shark.

I had this crazy idea, and now I can't get rid of it. So I decided that everyone would suffer with me.

Here's the idea: What if Adrien was the son of John Constantine and King Shark?

 ***************

Constantine and Nanaue (King Shark) have more of a "friends with benefits" relationship. They are not exactly together. One day, they bump into each other and as usual they have their fun together. However, this time John accidentally casts a fertility spell.

They split up again.

The story should have ended there. Only, a few weeks later, Nanaue felt strange. He found himself with a fever and a lot of stomachache. The time passed and he felt more and more strange. He already had a monstrous diet before, but now it only got worse. His desire to eat had almost tripled.

What makes him feel even stranger is that he craves food that he didn't care for before, such as normal human food. And above all... He wanted to eat vegetables... He was going crazy, right?

He began to steal food from several restaurants on the seaside.

This was not all. He felt less fast, more quickly tired. He felt like he was always in a bad mood. The only thing Nanaue wanted was to be left alone in his underwater cave. Even the presence of fish around him (which was normal at the bottom of the ocean) irritated him to no end.

After about 7 months, he realized that his belly was much bigger than before. And above all, he felt something move in his stomach. It was at that moment that Nanaue knew exactly what was happening to him.

As crazy as it may sound, he was expecting a pup.

The idea of having an heir/heiress bothered him to no end. He wasn't really a father figure. He was a shark, not a stupid human. Nanaue didn't care why or how this happened. The fact was that he was expecting a cub. End of story.

He decided to wait. He had nothing else to do anyway.

Months later, Nanaue gave birth to a ................... He had absolutely no idea what this thing was. However, this... thing?... had golden hair and piercing green eyes. He stared at the thing, then realized that the whatever it was looked like John Constantine.

Hmm.

Nanaue finally found a solution to his problem.

*********

 John was drinking in a bar. He didn't even really remember which one it was. He was just tired. Suddenly, he heard screams. People started running. He didn't move. He didn't care what was going on, he just wanted to finish his beer.

He felt a tap on his shoulder. John sighed, then turned around.

"Hmm.... Nanaue?"

"Here."

The humanoid shark pressed what appeared to be a small boy against him. He hadn't noticed it at all. And then most importantly... WTF?!

"What the?!"

"He's yours. Not my problem anymore."

The shark then ran out of the bar, leaving the kid in John's arms.

John blinked several times, still in shock. Then he looked more closely at the kid in his arms.

A little blond boy with green eyes.

WTF?!  

[mlm-writer]

Prophecy (John Constantine x GN!Reader)

Pairing:  John Constantine (LoT ver.) x Gender Neutral!Demon!Reader (with two dicks and tentacles) Rating: Explicit Words: 1014 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 25 - Monsterfucking Note: Reader is not referred to with any gendered words. Reader just has a dick.... well two actually... king shark style.... Tags: demon fucking, anal, anal fingering, biting, tentacles, manhandling, wet and sloppy, double penetration, PWP and haiku at the end

A filthy moan vibrated through the tentacle you had shoved down John’s throat. You could feel his oesophagus bare down onto your extremity. When he seemed to choke, you retracted the tentacle to rest the end on his tongue. John opened his eyes, tears streaming down his crimson cheeks as he breathed around your appendage. “So pretty,” you cooed as your other tentacles caressed his glistening body. 

Two of them had suctioned down onto his nipples, pressing down and pulling on the sensitive flesh. Each movement allowed you to feel his cock twitch, which you currently had sandwiched between your two own, a tentacle wrapped around it to keep your cocks snugly together. “Please,” John whispered with his mouth still full. You shut him up by pushing the tentacle back down his throat, reaching as deep as you knew he could handle it. He moaned in satisfaction. 

You could smell his arousal, the air in the warehouse thick with the odour of lust. Your other four tentacles held John up in the air, giving your hands all the access you desired to his pretty hole. John sucked so eagerly; it was hard to tell whether the whine was from your tentacle slipping deeper down his throat or from a third finger joining the wet mess inside him. His flushed skin was like a furnace in the poorly isolated, abandoned building. The only light came from the moonlight coming through the windows near the ceiling and the summoning circle below you, where the flames warmed your body. The red light coming from below created erotic shadows on John’s body. You couldn’t hold back anymore and turned John over, your tentacles manhandling him into a bent over position with his ass at your mouth’s height. You bared your triangular teeth to the world, before pressing them into the softness of John’s ass. 

John moaned as he felt you almost pierce his skin. He didn’t care if you did. He had been edged so often by now, he would let you do anything to him. He just needed to cum; he needed your permission to cum. His cock was dripping arousal onto the weathered concrete, the cold air helping him to repress the orgasm he had been on the brink of - over and over. “Why are you always such a fucking menace?” He slurred, trying to wiggle his hands free so he could stroke his weeping cock, but your body and all its extremities left no room for him to move. 

His taunt was all the instructions you needed from him. You bit down on the other cheek, dragging your sharp teeth down to leave angry red lines. The sound coming from him was primal, desperate and obscene. You lowered him, aligning his fingered-open hole with your cocks. You pressed the tip of the lower one against his entrance. The tapered tip slipped inside easily. You pressed forward, stretching him more and more the deeper you went. The base was too thick for him, but you knew he would be able to take that and much more eventually. 

A euphonic song of gasps and moans came from the warlock as you worked him open with your enormity. He was hot around you, his arousal filling your senses. His filthy moans filled your ears. You could smell the precum that was dripping onto the ground. Your vision was focused on where you saw your length almost entirely disappear inside of him. Your fingers digged into his plump ass, your left thumb pressing into the crimson lines you left earlier. All that was missing was his essence on your tongue. 

Your tentacles moved, keeping John speared on your hardness as you pressed his back against your chest. Two of your tentacles held him by the knees now, keeping his legs spread. Another two held him below the arms. Another wrapped itself around John’s neck, lightly choking him. Yet another grabbed him by the hair [why did I give you so many tentacles?], forcing his head to turn so you could kiss him. Saliva covered his lips and dripped down his chin as you ravaged his mouth. The two tentacles you still had left wrapped around his middle and moved him on your cock like a toy. Your second cock rubbed deliciously between his cheeks with each thrust. You moaned into his mouth, hands reaching for his nipples. Even the lightest touch to the abused nubs made John whimper. 

With the new angle, John took you to the base so easily. The human’s skin was slick from the secretion coming from your many appendages. John felt like he was drowning. He was wet all over in your slick. Tongues danced sloppily as he was filled with your cock. “Another,” he managed to moan against your lips. You understood, one hand letting go of his red nipples to angle your second cock in line with his stretched hole. John’s delighted cry echoed through the building when the tip of your second cock slipped inside along the first one. 

John was near-incoherent as you speared him open with both your cocks. His length twitched pathetically against his abdomen, precum joining your juices on his skin. “You can cum for me John,” you whispered into his ear, your tongue darting out to tease his earlobe. He whimpered in reply, something about how you had the tendency to continue, how you were unlikely to stop, how it hurt so good. Your triangular teeth teased his ear as you chuckled ominously.

The warlock screamed like his life depended on it as you renounced mercy and tightened his grip on him. A wet squelch accompanied every thrust into his spit open body. You could feel John tighten around you, the most pitiful moans filling the room as he painted his own body and face white. “That’s it, warlock,” you delighted in his helplessness. Your tentacles manhandled John onto the floor, upper body against the concrete and ass up. “Now let’s fulfil your prophecy.” 

You continued on.  You were unlikely to stop.  And it hurt so good. 

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