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[monenblogi]

@d4rkpassengerz - from dis

“Y’know... for once I’d love to get called and be asked ‘bout the weather.” The sigh’s rather dramatic for what should be something he should worry about. He hadn’t gotten the full details from ol’ Jim, but John had to wager that if he was showing up to a crime scene in the middle of bumfuck citytown? It probably wasn’t good. 

The fact that his fingerprints were all over the girl? Definitely a coincidence.  

“Look, dunno what your boss thinks I’m gonna be ‘elping with but if it’s all the same t’ you, big boy?” He waved a hand. “Don’t do closed spaces.” 

[familiaanteomnia]

@setitallaflame liked for an starter

It had been quite the day; what should have been an easy job becoming an dozen not so easy problems to solve. Paired with the rotten luck of realizing he had no cash on him, only an single smoke and of course only no lighter or matches. Grabbing it out, pack thrown in the bin and one incantation later.

Tiny flame on the tip of his finger to light the cigarette before cutting the spell off. Unaware he'd actually overlooked that was actually somebody in close distance. Not that he actually cared all that much though.

[soultoken-archived]

[ as i drink chamomile to get a decent night of sleep for once ] mmmhh. i want to write horror.

[clockwayswrites]

“Hello, how are you, I’m horrible. Pleasantries out of the way, I’m calling in one of my favors,” Constantine rattled off as soon as Bruce picked up the phone. His words were a rush and caught on the thicker than normal edges of his accent. “Might be more than one, might be a few. However many it takes, I’m calling them in. I told you that you’d owe me for making me deal with that city of yours. She’s a right bitch when she wants to be.”

“John,” Bruce interrupted.

Constantine took in a heavy breath and then let it out slowly in a sort of bone weary exhale. “Favors, I’m calling them in.”

“I am not helping you hide a body.”

Constantine chucked sourly. “Yeah, well, sorta need the opposite of that, mate.”

“Hn?”

“Yeah. See, I need some new identities, and they need to be identities that no one can come for because I’m not letting anyone harm them. Not anymore,” Constantine said, words thick with a promise of things worse than death for anyone stupid enough to try.

Bruce was not that stupid.

And he understood.

“Come over.”

“I’m bringing them.”

“Hn.”

“They’ve seen weirder shit than you and yours, pretty boy,” Constantine growled. He took another one of those rough breaths. “But I can leave them upstairs. The manor is safe. I just can’t leave them alone.”

Bruce frowned at the admission from Constantine that he found Bruce’s home safe. It was more honest than the man normally was, which was worrying. Either Constantine was that exhausted or whoever he was talking about were that important.

“I’ll let Alfred know we’re having guests.”

“Two plus me,” John said. Relief threaded through his stilted words. “Kids. Teenagers, I guess.”

“Okay.”

“…okay. Right. Thanks. Ta.”

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #43

Stitches

Imagine dis…

I was just cleaning my room when I came across an old stuffed toy of mine. It is full of stitches like an amateur trying surgery for the first time and flopping it. I just remembered sewing my stuffed toy together as a kid. Like I was playing on them too harshly or one of my younger siblings got a hold of it and roughed it all up. So when I noticed my mom had no time to help me stitch my toy, I did it myself and the results varied…

…

John Constantine, aka the Laughing Magician, wasn’t an idiot. A drunk? Absolutely. A smoker? You bet. Had the worst bloody taste in romantic or sexual partners? Well, that’s a given. But an idiot? Not a chance. He knew, better than most, that the world he lived in was held together by nothing more than spit, lies, and a hell of a lot of bloody stubbornness.

But lately, something felt off…

Every time some wanker in a bright-colored cape and spandex punched, both literally and figuratively, through time or ripped an open hole to another dimension, it began as if reality was fixing itself.

He still remembered the bloody heart attack he nearly had the first time he read those sodding reports on time travel and dimension hopping. The second his eyes skimmed over the first few lines, he buggered off without so much as a goodbye, diving headfirst into the mess to sniff out whatever godawful consequences those spandex-clad pillocks had left in their wake. So imagine his surprise when, after dragging his sorry arse across the whole damn world, he found… nothing.

Not a damn thing.

No lingering paradoxes, no dangerous tears leaking out eldritch nightmares. It wasn’t natural. And anything unnatural coming from the bastard that split his soul like some two-bit, overachieving Voldemort, made his skin crawl.

So, like any poor sod with a knack for bad decisions and a bloody inconvenient conscience, he followed the ripples.

And that’s how he ended up standing in the inky void between worlds, a cig hanging off his lips, watching some scrawny teenager go to the fabric of reality that was torn apart by yet another one of those bloody spandex-wearing tossers, with a needle, like the universe had personally pissed in his pint.

The kid sat cross-legged in the void, stabbing his bloody needle through the fabric of space-time, and from the looks of it he was fueled by nothing but caffeine and a serious dose of spite. The thread he was using was bright blue, flickering with silver and white specks. Like tiny stars in each thread. Each stitch yanked the frayed edges of existence together, a bit rougher than necessary, like he was pissed off at the whole damn universe.

Constantine blew out a long stream of smoke, taking in the mess around him with a grimace. A sorry bloody sight, that’s for sure.

The kid had already clocked the audience, rolling his eyes so hard it was a miracle he didn’t give himself whiplash. He didn’t even bother with a glance, clearly unimpressed.

The kid introduced himself as Danny, then stretched out another few feet of thread and got back to stitching, like he hadn’t a care in the world.

The kid, Danny, if Constantine heard right, grunted, clearly unimpressed. He didn’t stop working, shoulders hunched in exhaustion like he’d been doing this for far too long. The whole cosmic janitor routine: they rip holes, he stitches 'em up. Same old, same old.

Bloody typical.

Constantine crouched down, eyeing the erratic stitching with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. This wasn’t normal, not by a long shot.

Danny let out a sharp, humorless laugh, clearly fed up. He jabbed the needle into a particularly stubborn tear with all the force of someone who'd had enough. The sarcasm practically dripped from him. Seems he was well and truly done with his unglamorous role in this cosmic mess.

Constantine felt a prickle of unease, the kind that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He didn’t need to ask, but he did anyway.

What happens if you stop?

Danny’s response was all sarcasm and sass, if there was any doubt left, it was gone now. He didn’t even need to elaborate. The answer was bloody obvious if the kid, Danny, ever stopped stitching.

Danny snorted, flashing Constantine a wicked grin, all teeth and mischief. The kind of smile that made his gut twist.

Ah. Bugger.

Constantine didn’t need a bloody prophecy to know what that meant. If the kid stopped, the world wouldn’t just fall apart it would unravel, slow and steady, like a seamstress unpicking stitches, one by one, until nothing was left. And worse? There’d be no afterlife waiting to catch the poor sods caught in the collapse. No heaven, no hell, no second chances. Just the abyss, swallowing everything whole. No way in. No way out.

Now Constantine was scrambling, doing everything in his power to keep the kid from buggering off while there were still holes left to patch. And, just as importantly, making sure those spandex-clad pillocks finally got the memo, no more bloody time travel or dimension-hopping shenanigans.

The kid must’ve clocked what he was up to because, without a word, he handed Constantine a green-glowing bat with “Creepstick” printed on the side. He didn’t think much of it at first up until, after one particularly miserable day, he swung the thing in frustration and accidentally clocked Superman, who had just been reaching out to ask if he was alright.

For a second, Constantine felt guilty. Then he remembered that the Kryptonian had probably punched more holes in reality than anyone else. That guilt? Gone. Replaced by pure, unfiltered glee.

With renewed purpose, he set his sights on the next offender, the red spandex speedster responsible for most of the timeline’s headaches. The rest of the heroes caught on quickly that he was on some kind of unholy warpath. So when he casually knocked the Man of Steel on his arse with a single swing and grinned like a serial killer who’d just found his next victim, they did the smart thing they got the hell out of his way.

Some of the ones with super-hearing overheard his next target: one of the Flashes.

Constantine knew damn well he wasn’t getting into any afterlife, but for fuck’s sake, if they didn’t stop tearing holes in the bloody universe, none of them would have a place to go. No heaven, no hell just the abyss waiting to swallow them whole. And he wasn’t about to let that happen on his watch.

…

 PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

PPS: I tried using Constantine POV throughout the entire prompt and as you can see that I over did at the Brit slang.

PPPS: Though, how did I do?….

[monenblogi]

@playedbetter (zee) - for dis!

“... Yer mad at me, aren’t you.” 

Probably. Usually. He definitely forgot to call and go ‘hey, I’m alive’ yet again so John knew he already was playing at a disadvantage here. At least he had the right mind to bring flowers as an apology. Everyone liked flowers. 

Right? 

“Look--y’ know me, things got complicated.” A bit more complicated than he was comfortable even sharing with Zee, which said a lot, but he was going to keep that to himself. “C’mon, I’ll even throw dinner on top of things. Like that Italian place y’ like.” 

Assuming it was still around... 

[familiaanteomnia]

"One, last week though it did only last till I spoke." It was playful; he generally didn't try to take note of how people reacted to his presence. Aware though of the usual impressions he had on people. Really hard to tell where it was just his personality and where the magic that encompassed him ended at times.

Settling in as sat down down. "Understood, also don't worry I'm not trying anything out given the evening's circumstances." Only magic would be to work at the bond connecting them. Sort it out and prevent dragging her across the states whenever he did anything.

“The very epitome of normal,” Sara shot back, returning his grin with one of her own, “And what is that - like 5 people? 10? Then you start talking, or just... stand there and be yourself, and even they start to question it.” She was only half-teasing, because Constantine had a way of standing out. She couldn’t put her finger on why, or maybe she was just biased given what he had done for her, what she knew about him, but that seemed to be the general consensus. Even those in the bar seemed to notice him more than the average person. She idly wondered if it was like that with her now. It didn’t seem to be but resurrection was proving to have a multitude of unknown side effects. “...You separate me from my burgers again, you’ll get more than a free nose job. And if you could wait to do any ‘specialty drunken magic nonsense’ until we’re not around anyone else - not to mention, not use any of it on me, because I’ve had enough magic for one day - that would be great.”

[familiaanteomnia]

"Quick question, entirely get if you look at me like I'm high off my rocker- but do you hear an disembodied voice at the moment?" Knew it very likely was just him being personally haunted. There was nothing else it could be. However in the name of attempting to ignore that fact though came asking them.

[colossrat]

A coven of very stereotypical witches? You know, eating little children to stay young and all. They are very feared by many magicians.

But Captain Marvel? What would he be afraid of? They love him!

One day, a great threat is there and JL is fighting, Cap has fallen into a trap and is now suffering too, but he uses one last drop of his energy to send out a call for help.

Suddenly, the environment changes. It becomes cold, deathly cold and silent.

The coven begins to appear, in the shadows, like monsters with dark expressions, their arms covered in dark magical markings.

Everyone stares, paralyzed in shock as the coven encases the thread and together, they release Marvel and make a circle to do a ritual, with their combined energy they manage to send the thread to pieces.

Later, Marvel explains that said coven that many people feared are very nice ladies who constantly make offerings to him in an ask to absorb some magical energy to stay young. And so they don't have to kill little kids anymore either

They see a scene where a very grumpy scary woman turns all smiles as she makes Marvel lower his head so she can pet him like a little kid

Witch 1: Wow, I'm glad we made it in time! It's good to see you, it's good to see you!!

Witch 2: We missed you so much, kid! Let me pinch those cheeks!!!

And then they watch as Marvel still bends over so the witch can pinch his cheeks

Marvel: Ladies, please… my friends are watching

Witch 1: Oh, don't be like that, we're just showing some love to our favorite demigod.

Witch 3: Were they the reason you've been so distant lately? You barely show up anymore.

Witch 2: Klarion is a little sad. You canceled your play date again…

Witch 1: We know he doesn't show it much, but he really appreciates it when you show up to share magical knowledge with him

Marvel: ah, i know. hey, how about we meet up later today to catch up? I just need to help with the clean-up--

Witch 3: I'm sure those heroes can handle it themselves, honey. --right?

And she gives the League a dirty, dirty look, who are watching in silence

Superman: Sur-- sure! Go ahead, Marvel, we'll take over from here, you've already done most of the work

Marvel: Ooh, sweet! Thank you, mister Superman! And League too! Bye, bye

And they left after heading straight for a dark corner, right behind the wall

The cold, deathly vibes went with them

Dr. Fate: Where are they talking about Klarion the witchboy…?

Zanatta: I don't know, I'm a little lost…

Wonder Woman with a big smile: I'm happy to see my little brother with such a lovely family! And so full of women. I knew that he, being so polite, must have come from a female environment

Superman: Is that what you pick up from the interaction?

Wonder Woman: Sure they look a little dangerous, but that just shows strength! I know Marvel wouldn't tolerate anything evil. Dangerous, sure, but not evil

Batman: Hmp. (I agreed)

Dr. Fate with his brain turning to goo: Klarion… is he a playmate with Klarion…?

John Constantine, who knows how much Billy is a big magnet for dangerous people and creatures: Don't think too much about it, mate, it only gets worse

[talentforlying]

"Hey baby, are you the first card in the tarot deck because you got me actin' like a fool." Mulder strikes a pose, before spinning around and trying another pick up line.

"What's up, hot stuff? Can you feel the magic? I'm about to cast a spell on you." Another pose. This time he finds a chair near John to lean against. Wait are those sunglasses?

"Did you know that Venus is in conjunction with Uranus?" Mulder stop-

' oh christ. '

he's trying not to give mulder the satisfaction of a laugh. he's doing his bloody best, here. but exasperation and the dread of knowing this will go on for as long as mulder has air to draw breath are rapidly giving ground under the onslaught, and his lips are twitching behind the protective guard of his hand.

' really. seriously. whole bleedin' world of beatles-flavored pick-up lines available an' you go with the magic. could i pay you t'shut up? at least take yer shirt off f'you're gonna give us a show. ' his smile is all but audible, crinkling the corners of his eyes and tugging on every syllable. stupid, this is stupid. he's always been soft for stupid. one of the files he's been slogging through becomes handy ammunition, balled up and lobbed with shocking accuracy to bounce off mulder's chest. ' eugh! sunglasses indoors, you pillock. '

his revenge is timed out carefully, planned without a hint of mischief on his face: he hooks the tip of his shoe around the nearest leg of the chair mulder's leaning on and yanks it askew, hopping out of his seat to catch mulder around the waist before he can fall — only to promptly step on the back of his heel and make sure he falls. the resulting dip is entirely too graceful for a bit of spur-of-the-moment fuckery, and constantine is smirking as he swipes the sunglasses, holding them up to his face and peering down at mulder through the lenses.

' did it 'urt when you fell from your alien spaceship? ' head tilted to the side, innocent, almost genuinely concerned. then his supporting hand releases and: WHOOMF. dropped to the carpet. should be okay, though — mulder's used to falling for him by now. constantine sits back on the nearest desk, the very picture of an unconcerned bystander, twirling his prize between his fingers and snickering. ' not as much as that, i 'spect. '

@spookyagentfmulder

[adventurepunks]

The other that kept calling him a Boy however was anything but relaxed for even the Symbol of the Seven could not detect anyone in the room other than the four souls in the room and the bird was reading weirdly strong for an owl.

"Hm?" Richard was concentrating when John interrupted his thoughts. "Right. Yes, we are working class gentlemen and we are willing to keep it that way if you co-operate, we know you have Timothy Hunter captive. People are put in difficult situations and make difficult choices all the time but we are not going to let a teenager be abducted -"

"Even a working class gentleman would not barge into a lady's quarters and then make himself overly familiar with her facilities without permission and specially after throwing accusations" Talia interrupted whatever Richard's justification of her actions was going to be and walked over to the kitchenette to take John's cup of tea pouring it down the sink. A hundred assets tried to photograph John and failed, now she knew what he looked like.

"You have scolded the leaves" she chastised like one would a servant but did not offer him any more tea. They were very much unwelcome.

"There is no Timothy Hunter."

"The Boy is.."

"If there ever was one named Timothy Hunter said person died. House fire I heard.." She vowed to Tim his father would be looked after but he'd have to expire. A pauper's grave marked the death of Tim Hunter, for who ever he had been he was no longer.

"A lady would know better than to lie" Richard was determined to get the Boy back to safety.

"Tsk" Talia tutted. "It must sting, having to chase that of which you discarded. " Tim was just barely surviving on the streets fending for himself when she found him. Where was Richard then? "Must weigh heavily on your consciousness, the neglect you demonstrated. " There was no reason to pretend she didn't know who they were, she had made it abundantly clear she was too aware.

Tim could hear all of this, let him hear how even now he was just the Boy. He did not matter to these men, he was just a loose end. A failure they were trying to desperately to correct.

"Oh I think it would be most amusing to watch you jump through hoops" Talia smirked as the coffee machine whirled into working, it was not hard was it.

But no hospitality would be offered.

"Leave now, while I feel merciful enough to permit it." she warned but as Richard would try to pry into her mind with the symbol a dagger would be pulled to John's throat.

John now a human shield. She wasn't to know what his weird amulet would do.

"Make him drop it" she pulled in his ear with her chin on his shoulder.

"I was playing nice...you'd hate to taste my cruelty"

"No" Richard would not willingly let John come to harm but...well the man could weasel himself out of worse this seemed like nothing out of his capabilities. "It's creepy how happy you look for a hostage" he bantered to his friend. He knew John too well.

The penthouse lock came away easily, all it cost was a bit of grumbling and a sore finger. Cigarette smoke obscured John's face when he opened the door to see a gorgeous silhouette framed against the setting sun.

Gentlemen? He had to squint a little.

"Eh wohsit? Dunno wotcher mean aye, we all workin' class 'ere now innit, Dick?" John gamely elbowed Richard and gestured to his buddy to take off that hat...a hat that somehow found its way back onto Richard's head despite their disguises.

"Oi, oi, come on now we mean no 'arm. Just wants 'ta 'ave a chinwag wiff yeh fer a smidge. Make ourselves scarce rite after 'n all tha'. Gots a cuppa?"

In fact he'll just make himself right at home and head to the kitchenette to put on the kettle. Hmm, service in this hotel is not bad. Gryphon tea and what? Some funny ass capsule that is supposedly coffee.

"Tea it is, I gots nah clue 'ow dis bloody fing works," John said over his shoulder whilst the water boiled, having shaken a capsule and ripped one open and got the grinds all over the floor.

Eh.

"Alrite, I is sayin', tha' was a nice chase yer puts us through, lass. Right belter o' a space yer gots too innit. Nice digs is woh I'm sayin'."

John shrugged about the reception. Not him, not directly at least. He couldn't hide his grin for Talia fit the exact stereotype of a diabolical mastermind, down to the exotic fuzzy critter.

"So where's didja put Timmy? Or yer wants us 'ta start jumpin' 'oops now? Tellin' yer straight up I gots me a bad back alrite?"

Yoyo no understand?! Bad man smelly! Smelly smoke man!

All this while Tim watched through his bird's eyes, staying in the adjoining study and wondering why these two were so persistent. The scousy one was relaxed enough, the other one who kept calling him 'The Boy' however...

As Talia advised, he will bide his time.

//Shh, be still, Yoyo. I am watching what you see.//

Yoyo sorry. Yoyo no move now.

[monenblogi]

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜ (jason) - @normaltothemax

“I’d give ye an answer t’ that but pretty sure it’d get me hunted by tall, dark, ‘n broody.”  

It sounded like a joke but John was half sure that’d actually happen. Oh well, what the bats didn’t know about wouldn’t kill him. Maybe. Again. It’ll just be something to worry about when he had to cross that bridge. As for now... 

“You’ll do better to not worry ‘bout it anyways. Problem’s fixed.” Kind of. Didn’t matter. He needed a smoke, real bad. “I’ll leave me usual bill to th’ big man, thank me later, blah blah.” He waved a hand as he started off, not really caring about the state of his jacket or shirt. Blood? Didn’t really hurt now, did it? Plus this was Gotham. 

If someone was walking around looking crisper than the dry cleaners, clearly they were up to no good. 

“Now if y’ don’t mind, I got a real blood orgy to get to.” A beat. “That’s a joke, by the way. Do y’ good to laugh rather than sound like a miserable sort under the red thing.” 

[familiaanteomnia]

He had lost track of the time, took him an few minutes to get up off the ground where he was meditating. Pants back on and the faded, beaten up jumper with faded graphic of some band. To his front door where he opened it up. "So what exactly did you need my help with or we still keeping it detail lacking?"

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

~{Heyyy so I know I haven’t really been active lately but I’ll try to get back to stuff but in the meantime have…whatever the fuck this is}~

•Snow•

When John Constantine woke up that morning he already had a bad feeling about…something

Ok he didn’t really have a thing to have a bad feeling about so far the day has been uneventful (which is odd considering it’s HIM) so John really didn’t know what was going on to make him so unsettled

But just in case (oh gods he’s starting to sound like the bats) he checked all of the protective runes on the house of mystery than checked every room for anything that all but when nothing turned up he just thought he was being paranoid

And while trying to calm himself down on the couch he heard something from behind him so he looked and when he did he saw

The Bloody Fucking Door

It was on the floor and a Being with white hair and that’s all he could really see from the hood covering their face and a mask with some of their hair coming out from under the hood kicked it the door down but before John could do anything the being grabbed him and throw him through the portal that was not there a second ago 

What has John’s life come to at this point he thought before he passed out with a cold feeling on his back and the blurry figure walking through the same portal

John wakes up to poking in his face and the sound of two pre-teens arguing

“Are you sure this is the right guy, he looks like a alcoholic” says a younger girl voice coming from his right side and probably the hand that’s poking him

“Yes, I’m sure this is the right guy he was in the magic house and he has the trench-coat” replied a boy around the same age as the girl and coming from his left side

That’s when John opens his eyes and are met with the faces of two pre-teens

~{ And that’s about it }~

•-—••••••••••••••••—-•

•Explanation•

Danny (With de-aged Dani and Dan who have been renamed Dawn and Dusk for plot purposes) had to dip from his home dimension but not the reasons you may think so

Vlad was being his usual asshole self and with Maddie shutting down any and all attempts at getting a date (I HC that he’s obsession is family because he was left alone in the hospital with a secondary obsession on control because he couldn’t do anything about he’s condition or help himself, but it’s still not a excuse to be a creep) so he was holding on by a thread at this point now to get off topic of this for a sec

Meanwhile Dani~Dawn and Dan~Dusk had to de-aged and Danny was taking care of them with a little bit of help from his parents when remembered they have children (Somewhat good Fenton parents! That’s rare in this Fandom) and a very busy Jazz has she is dealing with college stuff and everything is chill

Until Vlad’s obsession starts to change from dating Maddie and keeping Danny as his son to just keeping Danny but in the way Ra and Slade are and of course Danny is creeped TF out and starts to get ready to dip and somehow this gets back to Vlad and that’s what makes him go off the deep end and he starts to go after Danny

And in the fight to leave Jazz, The Fentons, Sam, Tucker all get got by Vlad and Danny gets injured but he is able to go through the portal and destroy it from his side with Dawn and Dusk with him

And they end up in Danny’s Lair and this leads us to now

•Explanation Done•

•—-••••••••••••••••—-•

•Outfits•

John Constantine-

Nothing really changes it’s basically the same as always

Danny-

Dusk-

Plus

( For his coat, Dawn and Dusk have to wear warmer clothes because they have a Wind and Water Core instead of just Danny’s ice core and they HATE IT )

Dawn-And her coat

•Ending•

~{And that’s it! I left this mostly unfinished so if anyone wants to take this I’m fine with it as long as you tag me so I can read! Anyway that’s about it see you gremlins soon byeeee}~

[monenblogi]

“... Mate, how long’s it been since you were here? No one’s ever even made ‘er a shrine save for new age wiccans who got a mad beef from being slighted by their parents.” A beat. “Also, glad y’ put two and two together. Didn’t wanna paint a picture.” 

That aside, now was time to measure how pissed he really wanted to make a war god just to get his answer. Portal back to Mount Olympus? John couldn’t actually do that, he was a conman for fuckssake. But he had an idea... 

One that, in theory, wouldn’t get him dead in the next ten years. Hopefully. 

“You up to help then? Gonna need a hand. Literally, and I happen t’ see at least three that are still in one piece.” He motioned with a hand over his elbow. “Right at the joint should do the trick.” 

"Why would one of my daughters know , they can simply...ask her to be summoned. Gods are not hard to be summoned when you know how. and I taught my daughters how."

He is questioning everything already, the bodies and failed ritual already behind him.

Ares is quick to ignore the massacre when it suits him. the lives of the mortals, the souls...will be gathered eventually.

A realization.

"...Don't tell me...you are one of her past lovers?"

Another pause.

"...Well, at least your handsome enough if you cleaned yourself more."

[johnwickluva]

hear me out....threesome with jc and jw

Heard.

Word count: 3k

AN: anybody gonna match my freak? I wrote this at work, don’t mind the mistakes. I’ll reread tomorrow to see if there’s any mistakes but I’m excited to post.

Warning: this is filthy raunchy smut

It all started at a bar. You were on the hunt that night. Having not been laid in months, you felt it was time. Your eyes scanned the entire bar as you sipped on your drink. There weren’t many attractive men there. Until your eyes landed on two men. You bit your lip trying to decide.

One looked younger, had shorter black hair and a more casual looking suit on. The other had hair to his shoulders and a black turtleneck on. Both looked fit and fuckable. You bit your lip trying to decide which one to go up to when you noticed the one with shorter hair staring at you. He smirked and took a sip of his drink.

The men were nowhere near each other so you immediately looked to the other one. He looked up too and you couldn’t help but blush and stare down at your drink. This was going to be harder than you thought. When you gazed back up you saw the shorter haired man walking up to the one with longer hair.

The two men seemed to be conversing and you saw them both turn to stare at you. The shorter haired man chuckled and the other nodded. They both made their way to you. You felt your body heat up and you froze, but not before chugging your drink. Suddenly the seat next to you was taken.

“Couldn’t help but notice you staring.” The short haired man said.

You let out a nervous chuckle and decided to be bold.

“It’s not often two men catch my eye like that.” You said in a sultry voice.

The one was quiet, he didn’t say much but stuck his arm out to shake your hand.

“John.”

“Nice to meet you John. And you?” You turned back to the other one.

“John too.” He chuckled.

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Go by anything else?”

He told you to call him Constantine and you repeated the name. You were aware of both men staring you up and down and you couldn’t help but try and push your chest out slightly. If they wanted a show you’d give them one. You grabbed the cherry that was at the bottom of your drink and stared at Constantine.

The cherry was sweet in your mouth and you chewed and swallowed it before throwing the stem in your mouth. Your tongue worked quickly to tie the stem into a knot. Your fingers came up and you grabbed the tiny knot. You put your digits in your mouth and pulled it out. Swearing you heard him growl at you, you took the knot and turned to John, handing it to him.

John smirked at you before grabbing the stem.

“Impressive.”

Constantine scoffed and stood up.

“Why don’t we take this back to your place.” He said.

You weren’t expecting a threesome but fuck it. Two gorgeous men want you? You didn’t want to pick! A giddy laugh escaped you and you couldn’t stand up fast enough.

*

Back at your house Constantine immediately pulled you against his chest and rubbed his cock against your ass. His hands came to play with and squeeze your breasts. He growled against your neck as he sucked a deep hickey into the skin. You groaned and threw your hands behind you to thread into his hair.

You swayed your body against his and when you opened your eyes and looked you could see John watching the two of you, a small smirk on his lips. Constantine’s body felt natural against yours as you put on a show for the other man. Everything was moving so fast.

Constantine started to take off your clothes and you felt the excitement. He didn’t waste time taking every article of clothing off. Before you knew it you were nude and in front of both of them. You couldn’t help but pull away from him and shake your hips, giving them both a show now.

“Damn woman.” Constantine let out a whistle before undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.

“You like what you see?” You teased.

“Yeah.” John spoke up from across the room.

Once Constantine was nude as well he wasted no time dropping to his knees and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. The minute his lips made contact with your clit you almost fell over but was grabbed by John, who held you up. You leaned back against his chest and sighed out.

Constantine sucked on your clit and moved two of his fingers down to your vaginal opening where he inserted two fingers with ease. You were already so wet from even thinking about being with both of them. John’s hands came up to pinch your nipples lightly. You could tell he was softer. He cared about who he was having sex with no matter if it was a one night stand or not.

On the other hand Constantine seemed like he just wanted to orgasm but had too much pride to be the only one coming. The tip of his tongue swirled before he flattened it and slightly shook his head. Your leg almost gave out again but you were once more picked up by John. You’d never been eaten out this way.

“Let’s see how many orgasms this pretty pussy can have.” He teased

You groaned out and pushed yourself against Constantine’s mouth. He curled his fingers and started to make a come hither motion. At this point John was holding you up and against his face. One hand went into the shorter man’s hair while the other went around you to hold onto the back of the other.

Your back arched as you kept moaning and groaning out loudly. It didn’t take long for your leg to start wobbling and your thighs to tense. You cried out as your orgasm hit you and fell even deeper into John’s arms. He held you tightly and continued to play with your breasts.

Constantine ate you through your orgasm and you were quite literally shaking. If that’s what he could do in five minutes you wondered what the rest of the night would bring. You unhooked your leg from around his neck and stood on the floor. Pulling away from John you went to the bed and got on all fours.

Shaking your ass at him you tempted him. You could see the tent in John’s pants, glad he was enjoying the show you winked at him. He smirked at you but went to sit in the corner of the room. Constantine came up to you and grabbed your ass. He massaged the fat before pushing you forward.

Your face was against the mattress when you felt the tip of his penis rub between your folds. It didn’t take long for him to enter you and begin thrusting.

“Shit. Wait till you feel her.” Constantine groaned, snapping his hips.

He fucked you hard and pulled you up by your shoulder and took a hit of his cigarette. With his free hand he grabbed your cheeks and made you twist to face him. Bringing his lips to yours he blew the smoke into your mouth. You whined but inhaled, the smoke filling your lungs.

Before you blew it out you beckoned John towards you. While he didn’t smoke he found the action hot and came up to you, wrapping his lips with yours and inhaling himself. You all shared the smoke. He blew it out and then captured your lips in a slow kiss again. His hands traveled to play with your breasts again.

You moaned against him as Constantine continued to thrust himself deep in you.

“You just gonna watch?” You called out to John.

At your words he started undoing his belt buckle. Your mouth watered as you watched him. With leisure movements he pulled his pants and boxers down. His cock was hard and big. A bit shorter in length than Constantine’s—but not by much— and thicker. You let yourself lean down and take the tip in your mouth.

Never before had you had a man fuck you while you sucked another one off. You took his whole penis into your mouth and sucked looking up at him. He let out a sigh as he took his turtleneck off. His hand came to hold the back of your head, Constantine’s thrusts helped you bob your head up and down. The noises you were making were muffled by his cock.

“Jesus that sounds hot.” Constantine said, throwing the butt of his unlit cigarette to the side, grabbing both your hips with his hands.

He angled himself so he could get deeper. His hips increased in speed and you let out a squeak. Your ass slapped against him with every pull backwards. The room smelled of sex and sweat. The spots he was hitting were making you feel dizzy with pleasure. John groaned out as you took his whole dick into your mouth.

While one hand grabbed at the bedsheets your other one came to fondle John’s balls. He grunted out and grabbed your chin, holding your head up so he could look into your eyes. They were watering from both the pleasure and from hitting your gag reflex. He couldn’t help but thrust a little bit before pulling you off of his dick.

“Get her on her back.” He ordered Constantine and the other man stopped.

Constantine pulled out and flipped you. Before you could wonder what was going on he was right back inside you, thrusting his hips again. You looked at John confused when you felt his hand trail down to your clit. He pinched it lightly and then began matching the other man’s speed.

You sobbed out. The rapture you felt put any other man you had been with to shame. Your orgasm was growing and growing as you let these men play with you. For your first time meeting them you had no clue how they knew your body so well. You arched your back and felt your whole body tense. Your breathing picked up and John pressed his fingers harder against your clit.

“God she’s squeezing me.” Constantine moaned out while holding onto your hips.

His words made the coil in your belly snap. You couldn’t help yourself and grabbed John’s cock, jerking him off as you spasmed on the bed. He grunted out again but let you jack him off. You were full of fulfillment and wanted to share some of it. Constantine’s hips stuttered before he pulled out and started jacking off his own dick.

In seconds he was coming onto your stomach with a long drawn out groan. Your hands slowed down as you came down from your orgasm. You and Constantine were out of breath and John looked down at you with a smile. The spent man moved from between your legs and stood up, going to light a cigarette.

While he was doing that you flipped yourself over and crawled your way to John. Bringing your hand up you pushed him onto his back and crawled on top of him. Constantine’s come was dripping down your stomach, mixing into yours and his public hair. You grabbed his dick and tapped it against your wet pussy.

“Your turn.” You growled before sitting on his cock.

John thrusted up and you cried out, feeling sensitive but oh so full. They were amazing in their own ways. You immediately started rolling your hips, feeling his cock enter and exit you. Your ears picked up Constantine chucking. Watching was pretty exciting. He sat in the chair in the corner of your room and put his hands on his thighs.

“Dirty woman. Having sex with two men you just met at the bar.” He spit out.

You said something incoherent and started bouncing up and down as John’s hand went back to your clit. You let out a sob and your hips faltered before they picked up their pace again. His cock was rubbing against your g-spot and you were having a hard time controlling your movements. You knew it wouldn’t be long till you came again.

John grabbed you by the back of your neck and brought you down for a makeout session. While your lips moved against each other he planted his feet on the bed and started to thrust up himself, his balls smacking your ass with every jolt. Your breasts were squished against his sweaty chest.

“You like how that feels?” John moaned out in Russian and your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head.

“I have no idea what you just said but yes!” You cried out.

“Shit.” Constantine groaned while lighting up a cigarette. “Did she look this good while I was fucking her?”

“Da.”

You let out a laugh mixed with a loud moan as you felt the pressure building and building. Two orgasms in the span of ten minutes was going to kill you. John had you singing. Although Constantine felt amazing you could feel the experience in John’s hands and thrusts. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Your thighs shook and you felt your whole body heat up as your orgasm hit you. You felt liberated as the intense ecstasy encased your whole body. John continued to thrust in and out of you. He looked over at Constantine and smirked, like he had a plan. You were too engrossed in your pleasure to even see.

“Should I keep going?” He asked the other man.

The words made your ears ring and you genuinely couldn’t tell if you could take anymore. Constantine laughed and got up. His cock was hard again and you groaned out. You were already spent. So, so sensitive and delicate. Your chest heaved and you went to answer them when you felt the other man come up behind you again.

“Only if I can join.”

Constantine grabbed his dick and rubbed it against your ass before pressing you against John’s chest and entering inside you again.

“Fuck!” You sobbed out and threw your head back.

You were so full, with two dicks inside you your hips started moving again. Both John’s stopped to watch as you practically fucked yourself on them. Noises were leaving your throat every second as you ground yourself against them both. How far could you push yourself?

You kept moving and got lost in the feeling. You’d thrust forward onto John’s cock and then push back onto Constantine’s. You’d never experienced such a situation and it was maddening. You moaned their names and the room was filled with all your grunts, moans and groans. Your bodies all moved together, sinfully.

You couldn’t stop crying out, in fact the tears started coming. You never wanted this moment to end as you felt like you were drowning in the pleasure. Sex would be ruined for you after this. No man, or men, could ever make you feel like this and you knew it. Constantine pulled you up and began squeezing your breasts hard.

“Aw look, we’re making her cry.” He mocked.

“Sweet woman.” John cooed out to you.

You let out a delirious laugh and kept moving. You wanted them to come with you and you could feel it yet again. It was building up but this time it felt different, you almost felt light headed. You placed your hands on John’s chest and hung your head down. Constantine’s tongue came to lick a stripe up your neck.

You froze, letting them fuck you together. Your brain was shutting off and you felt like you had to pee. You grew excited, knowing exactly what that meant. John snuck his fingers back to your clit and that was it. You let out a howl and felt the extreme release. It felt like your bones were melting and you were becoming a puddle.

The fucking sounds started to sound wet as you head both men growl and hold you tight, both of them coming themselves at the sensation. The three of you continued to rock slowly as you prolonged the orgasmic process. You think you lost consciousness for a second and came back to hearing Constantine.

“Hah look we made her squirt.” Constantine laughed, out of breath.

You laid against John’s chest and felt oh so tired and spent. His hands rubbed your back. You felt magnificent, like you weren’t even on earth anymore. Rubbing your face against his chest you believed you were in heaven. It was soaking wet between the three of you. You wouldn’t be surprised if they could feel your body vibrating.

“Holy shit.” You said breathlessly, half asleep. “I don’t think I’ve ever had sex that good.”

“Good.” John said to you while petting your hair.

Constantine got up and you could feel him slip out. He lit another cigarette, bringing it to your lips and you inhaled. Blowing the smoke out you closed your eyes and snuggled deeper against John’s chest. The other man smoked his cigarette while pulling his boxers and pants up. He chuckled at you, smacking your ass.

“Just you wait.”

You shot up and looked up at him, your arms still around John’s shoulders. His cock was softening inside you and even he looked confused. Constantine took a drag off his cigarette and blew the smoke out.

“I can’t do that again tonight.” You said.

“Maybe not tonight but… another night.” He said letting you take another hit off his cigarette.

You blew out the smoke and felt excited, thinking this was a one time thing but John nodded his head in agreement. Shifting so you could get off his dick you sat on the bed. Your legs felt like jello and you would not be standing. Looking at both of them you said,

“Can't wait to see what you guys bring.”