#john constantine imagine

[gay-dorito-dust]

How these guys would react to having their face held…

Dick smiles out of habit and pushes his face even further into your hands, humming in content.

He loves it when you held him, however that may be, as it was the one thing he looked forward to the most when coming home.

He’s prone to frequent bouts of fatigue with patrols and the like, but it was moments like these where he could truly appreciate your touch and the healing properties they have on him.

‘I could spend forever here in your hands.’ He’d sigh as he allowed himself to relax within your touch.

‘Oh really? Is that so?’ You raised your brows, watching as the features within his face relaxed into a one that showed you just how exhausted Dick looked. You could see the toll his job his job took but you knew that Dick was too devoted, too attached to what he does to ever give it up, no matter how constantly drained and tired it made him.

You respect his decision to keep doing what he was doing but there came times where you’d just wish he would take a breather from it all, even if it was just for a second, you just wanted to take the weight off of Dick’s shoulders and put it aside for a moment while you work the tension out of his aching muscles.

‘Yeah.’ He responded, feeling himself sink further into sleep. Dick loved what he does but some times he resents it for leaving him with little to no time to spend with you, at least not without him falling asleep five minutes within the interaction. Time with you was sparse and all Dick wanted to do was spend as much of it as he could to make up for the fact that he was barely home at all during the day.

He knew that he prioritised being a hero over your relationship too often and he couldn’t help but feel a tremendous amount of guilt over it during your relationship. You didn’t deserve to wait up for him every night to make sure he was okay, not while developing heavy eye bags of your own and a lack of a sleeping schedule.

He just hopes that one day you too will realise that you better then what he’s giving you and put yourself first, but you were too selfless to ever do that and he could feel that through the way you trace his features with your fingers with featherlight caresses.

Jason stiffens beneath your touch and goes unresponsive for such a long time that you were worried that you had accidentally crossed a boundary.

So just as you were about to remove your hands from his face, Jason quickly reaches out to grasp your hands and pull them back to cupping his cheeks as he then proceeded to nuzzle his cheek against your palm.

‘Stay.’ He whispered. ‘Please.’

Your heart broke at his plea but obeyed as you began to stroke his cheeks with either of your thumbs, feeling him gradually relax under your touch until he was practically a puddle in your hands.

‘I’m sorry.’ He whimpered, burying his face into your hands so that you didn’t see his tear stricken red face. ‘I don’t deserve this. None of it.’ He adds, cursing himself for being so pathetic but your touch practically broke him in the best way.

In your hands Jason felt as though all his broken prices were being put back together again through love, warmth and patience and that was enough to make him breakdown into tears.

Physical affection is a foreign concern to this poor man, and in due to that Jason is naturally going to be skeptical and on edge the moment the pads of your fingertips explore his jawline, before slowly coming up to cup his cheeks. ‘I’m right here Jaybridie.’ You utter softly as you felt his grip on your wrists slack a little. ‘I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere because nowhere is more important than staying here with you. Just take your time.’ And stay with him you did.

Damian is another one who’s not use to soft touches and sweet affection.

So he’ll initially be on guard when he saw you coming his way with your hands outstretched to cup his cheeks, but will huff and reluctantly rest his face in your palms, he’s extremely stiff while doing so and looking away from you out of initial embarrassment.

‘Get on with it.’ He’d mutter, acting as though such acts or moments of tenderness and vulnerability were beneath him, when in actuality Damian loved the feeling of you hold his face as though it were porcelain. He loved the fact that despite knowing his upbringing you still treat him with a love, kindness and warmth that he has never been shown before.

To Damian it was clear that you didn’t care if he was the son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul, grandson of Ra’s al Ghul. You only cared about him, Damian Wayne and he could feel that care through your touch as he vowed to cut through anything and everything that intended to harm you.

Your touch brings him a sense of calm, serenity and peace that brought him back from the brink a plethora of times, especially in moments when his arrogance and brashness would resurface. Damian was thankful for you being in his life, a true guiding light in his darkest moments, and he couldn’t think of any possible way to thank you for everything you’ve done for him but he’ll surly try.

Bruce feels the tension behind his eyes and in his jaw sooth themselves under your touch.

His eyes would slowly close as he brought his calloused hands up to gently stroke the inside of your wrists. Bruce needs no words to describe how he felt because he feels as though his expressions and the noises of content made it clear how much he appreciated you being here with him.

‘You look tired.’ You commented, tracing the weary lines on his hard face with your eyes as he observed your face and the way it showed most of your innermost emotions whether you were aware of this fact or not.

Bruce knew that you worry and that you worry a lot about him in particular when it came to whether he was sleeping enough, eating enough and keeping himself safe whilst fighting on the streets of Gotham. Bruce knew he was as stubborn as mule when it came to his life choices and that you were only just worried about him because you cared for him, but sometimes he wished you would redirect all this effort towards yourself because he oftentimes didn’t think he was worth of your worry, nor your care.

Bruce felt as though he should be the one taking care of you rather than you taking care of him. It’s not as though he hates it, it’s just you’ve shown him on countless occasions of your care towards him, and on even more occasions you have shown him of your unwavering dedication towards him. Bruce also feels like he should be the one paying you back for all the hard times where you stood by his side, watching him practically work himself to the bone and almost into a comatose if you didn’t step in and deal him away from the computers.

For you’ve proven time and time again that you weren’t so easily swayed into leaving, and that was made more true when he felt comfortable enough telling you that he was Batman and the dangers that would come with knowing such knowledge. You however only shrugged and told him that by his side, you were the safest you’ve ever been or will ever be.

‘More so than usual?’ He asked in a way that it might as well have came out as an indignant huff.

‘And by more so than usual you mean constantly, then yes, yes you are more tired than usual.’ You replied as you ran your thumbs under his eyes and across his eye bags as if to emphasise your point. Bruce only huffs as he watched you take in all of him with nothing but love and affection in your eyes and your touch.

John would most likely bite your hand out of an inherent need to be a teasing little shit.

Will boast about the fact that you just wanted to touch up his stubble. He wasn’t lying but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that and instead say; ‘in your dreams John.’

‘Oh I’m sure I am in yours.’ He reply with confidence as he winked, causing you to lightly pinch his cheek as punishment for his cockiness. ‘I hate you.’ You’d say as you push your fingertips through his stubbly beard, enjoying the way it deliciously tickles your skin, almost as though they were little prickly kisses.

‘No you don’t sweetheart, try as you might but you and me both know that for definite that you love me.’ John would state in a matter of fact tone. Once again you hated how right he was, but kept your lips sealed shut as not to give him any more ammunition to tease and contradict you at any given opportunity than you’ve already have.

The air between you is playful and light in comparison to how cynical, sharp witted and sarcastic he usually is on a daily basis. It was a welcomed change as you allowed the blonde to pretend to bite your hand, only allowing for his teeth to barely graze your skin before pulling away with a sly smirk as you scratch at his stubble.

[feinv]

can we get some grumpy constantine x sunshine!reader content 👀

grumpy!constantine who would never admit it to himself, let alone to you, but you were the only thing that kept him going. you were sweet and kind, and you were good. you were everything he wasn’t, but you were the only source of light and purity in his life full of sin and darkness.

sunshine!reader who would spend hours trying on cute girly outfits, stepping in front of john and swinging around to show him her look, all smiles and giggles. to which he would blankly reply with “cute,” and shoot a weak smile (if you’re lucky). but he would literally be fuming from inside at how beautiful his girl looked and how madly infatuated he was with her.

grumpy!constantine who is not the biggest fan of physical touch. he shoots daggers at anyone who even tries to shake his hand or pat his shoulder until they awkwardly retract their hands, but allows her to cling to him as much as she wants to. he doesn’t mind her being clingy, although he will always throw snarky comments about it. her hands would always be wrapped around his forearm, or head rested on his shoulder, or she would be crawling on his lap and cuddling his body like there is no tomorrow. “come on now, i have stuff to do,” as if his hands aren’t curling around her with a strong and possessive grip.

sunshine!reader who happily ignores grumpy!constantine’s rude remarks and continues to be as affectionate as she wants. she loves him dearly and she knows he loves her as much, despite not saying it very often.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can I request John Constantine fic where the reader is a eldritch or an angel that's known the league for a while or they capture them but John knows them.

I'm a literal whore for that man 👹

John Constantine x Angel male reader

Headcanons

Reader’s bit of a black sheep amongst angels, cuz I feel like Constantine would go great with a bit of a rebel.

its honestly taken me too long to realize that lucifer from the show is the same lucifer as in the DC comics.

You had a bit of a past with John Constantine, with you being a bit of a rulebreaker amongst the angels and all. I mean, you still went to visit your brother Lucifer on the regular, even if you had been told not to.

Michael had scolded you more times than you could count, telling you not to pop in and out of hell as you please just because you want too, or to not just teleport to earth willy-nilly when Lucifer relocated there for a while.

It was at Lucifers club that you met Constantine for the first time. You didn’t really speak to him, but you did see how he seemed to truly get on your older brothers’ nerves, so you already liked him for that alone.

After the blonde Brit left, Lucifer would give you the whole spiel about him, complaining about how many times he had sold his soul, and all the trouble his actions caused in hell, and how much paperwork the blonde gave him.

After that you bump into him in other places. You like to party, you like to fight, you like to be a nuisance. And its not like anybody can stop an angel as powerful as yourself if they wanted. They’re lucky you just like to be annoying by nature and that you aren’t actually evil.

It ends up with you getting mixed up in some of the things Constantine get up too, even if its by accident because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. You always just know that Michael is gonna be on your neck when you get back to heaven after each time, but hanging out with John is worth it.

Hes tried to get you drunk so many times, but it never works no matter what kind of stuff he pulls out of his coat. Being angelic doesn’t really allow you to be weakened by something as small as alcohol. But its fun to see him try anyways.

In the eyes of your siblings, even Lucifer, Constantine is a bad influence, and they’ll scold you for spending so much time with a mortal, especially someone as twisted on the ledgers as Constantine. You just always shrug, flutter your wings, and fly off to do whatever it is you do. Being the youngest has its perks, since it means you get away with quite a lot.

It was also this carefree attitude that got you caught and locked up by the league. They hadn’t dealt with many angels before, so in the beginning they think you are something else. Be It a mutant or a spirit.

You could easily escape if you wanted too. Something as weak as a man-made structure wasn’t gonna hold you, but you had been bored for weeks now, so why not see what happens. You do get pretty annoyed when they talk about you like you cant hear them. They don’t know you can hear them, but still.

Zatanna easily spots that you are of divine descent, but just how far up in the hierarchy you are is a bit lost to her, since they still believe you can be captured by human means. This is why they’re forced to call in Constantine, since hes the only one they know who regularly interacts with an angel.

The Brit has a good laugh when he sees you sitting on the floor in a cell pouting, your wings wrapped around you like a cocoon. At this point you just phase out of the cell to flick Constantine in the temple for laughing at you.

John is the one that has to explain that you could have escaped the entire time if you wanted, you were just a dick that got bored easily. The dick comment makes you huff and smack him with your wing.

After all that is cleared up, the two of you go out to drink like usual. I could imagine the league trying to figure out if you’d be willing to help them when times are tough, but to their dismay you just shrug and give a “if I feel like it”.

Constantine will later explain to them in passing, mainly to roast you, that you are the youngest, which means that you aren’t used to real work and can just do whatever you want, cuz all your older siblings baby you.

His chair disappears from right under him for that comment, so the league takes it with a grain of salt. In the end you help out if there really is no other way, since angels shouldn’t interfere with minor issues.

Most of the time on earth you spend with John though, since he matches your wavelength and isn’t freaked out by the whole angel thing.

[ruskaroma]

Absolutely fucking adore the idea of Constantine having a very talkative and energetic little human around that he calls “bunny” and treats you like one, treats you like a pet.

You really think that you’re Constantine’s sidekick because you follow him around everywhere he goes and you’re basically living in his apartment because you just – never ��� fucking – leave. No matter what Constantine does, no matter how mean he treats you, you just can’t bring yourself to hate him because he just might be the only light you have in your life – which is a weird thing to say considering Constantine probably possesses the most darkest mind in the world and you haven’t even seen half of it.

When he’s in a good mood, he’d treat you out for a dinner and actually conversates with you like a normal human being (even though nothing about him – or you – is normal) and tell demon and angel stories you’d always find yourself drawn into, chin on your palm, wide doe eyes while listening to his deep voice talk.

Most of the time you’d get very excited about something and very eager to learn that you’re practically vibrating in your seat. It’s such a normal occurrence to Constantine that he knows how to deal with you when you’re in that state of mind.

“Wait so – if demons and angels exist, is there a possibility that vampires are also true? Are they real? Please, tell me they’re real – I mean, have you ever met one before, John? God, that would be so freaking cool. I always wanted to be a vampire –”

Constantine lets you talk. Even though he wouldn’t quite grasp the other words that you’re saying because he really feels like you’re rapping instead of talking. Not to mention the hand movements you’d do while you spew random little facts out of nowhere, or when you’d remember a memory from childhood that you’ll end up telling him; Constantine really does find you quite adorable.

And you’re a bit energetic too. Well, a bit wouldn’t really cover it. You’re full blown energetic who sometimes acts like you drank five cans of caffeine the moment you open your eyes, but Constantine knows all your energy is natural and comes from your heart.

You wouldn’t be able to sit down next to him at a diner without your hands fiddling with something or when you just really… couldn’t keep your mouth shut. It’s a hard thing to do, really. 

Then there’s Constantine, who likes to take advantage of your behavior by saying something really perverted and inappropriate.

“Hey, bunny.”

“What?”

“Would my cock be enough to get you to stop talking?”

“Good one. But that would only make it a lot worse.”

“I know. I’ve heard it,” he’d snicker, then would press a kiss on your cheeks that would make you flutter and scoff in annoyance. He always smelled like cigarettes and something minty. “I’m joking, bun.”

“Yeah, it would be a joke if it wasn’t true,” you rolled your eyes. “You’ve witnessed my mouth doing a lot more work than usual when I’m sucking your dick.”

“Well, you should be proud of yourself, bun. Looks like your mouth got more talent other than talking.”

“Haha, very funny.”

His comments like that don’t really offend you or anything because you know he’s joking. You know he secretly loves your rambles despite being mean about it, because that’s just how he is.

But during sex, it’s a whole different story.

Constantine has a habit of making you cry on the bed by making your rambles even worse. He knows that you ramble when you’re either feeling flustered, nervous, or horny, and most of the time you get all those feelings at once when you’re in front of his cock, which means a sudden flip of the switch inside your brain just goes off and you start saying these deliciously filthy words that never fails to make Constantine hard.

“What’s that, little bun? I didn’t hear you,” Constantine smirked, voice teasing as his hand gripped the base of his thick cock, smearing the dripping tip all over your lips as you struggled to catch your breath after he fucked your throat. “Where did my little talkative bunny go, hm? Why is she not talking?”

“J–John–”

“Oh? What’s that? Is the little bunny speaking?” Constantine mocked, pulled his dick away from your mouth as he gripped your chin with one hand. “If my bunny wants my attention, that’s not the right name she should be addressing me, yeah? Already forgot our rules around here, bun? I let you get a taste of my cock and you’re already defying me?”

“No–no, no, d-daddy, that’s not–that’s not what I mean,” you sniffled, your eyes getting teary from your kneeling position as well as when you heard Constantine’s mocking voice above you. “Daddy, please–just want–just want your cock in my pussy again, p-please–”

“Oh, you do? Poor little bunny is so wet and horny now, hm? My little bunny is feeling so empty?”

“Y-yes, daddy, I–I feel so empty–”

“Look at you crying. You look so pathetic,” he grinned, grabbing you by the hair and throwing you on the bed. You were already naked, already covered in bruises from the makeout session earlier and the handprint on your ass was starting to become more evident and red as minutes went by. “Where does my bunny want daddy’s cock, huh? Where do you want it, bun, tell me.”

“I–In my–In my pussy, daddy, want it in my–my cunny–” you sniffled again, pawing at his shoulders as your tears were starting to blur your vision. “Daddy, please–please, I want you so bad–miss your cock so much, feel so empty and wet and I just wanna–”

“Shhh, bun, I know. I know what you want,” he petted your hair with one hand while his other was guiding his cock in your cunt, the fat tip circling teasingly on your already puffy pussy lips and not quite going in. “Wish I could record you like this and make you watch it after. Fucking show you how filthy you are while begging for my cock. All the dirty shit you say when you’re so desperate for me.”

You keened, nodding absentmindedly even though you didn’t understand a single word he said. Your mind was only focusing on the delicious feeling of his cock rubbing against your sloppy cunt.

“Yes–yes, please, daddy, d-do what you want–do want you want, I’m yours–bunny is all yours–”

“That’s right. That’s my little bunny, knowing her place and where she rightfully belongs,” Constantine grinned, and it was only then he slammed his cock all the way inside you, stretching your walls wide as you bite onto his shoulders to keep yourself from waking up the entire building. “I would choose this tight little pussy over entering the fucking gates of heaven.”

[k2ntoss]

thinking of mentor john who just tries to handle his apprentice’s teenage dirtbag era 😭😭😭 you know he had a phase like that too and i just wanna know how he would react at his apprentice 😔

i just adore the thought of john's parenthood life, it just makes me giggle so BAD i need to be seized asap mmmmmm

mentor!john constantine, give him a break because the poor man doesn't know well how to deal with the whole teenage dirtbag era and he knows he had one that came out as problematic and messy all the way (sometimes he's still into that era, lets face it) but your teenage dirtbag era? that's different for him and at least he thanks god your's is not as cringy as some other teen he has seen because god forbid you turn into a pick me girl or a weird jock, he'd shoot himself in the head before having to deal with that but having a weird kid? that's not as bad as he has to go through the whole emo phase that will probably not be a phase (i'm projecting myself here, sorry), the insistence of letting you join a band and he swears that's the last time he indulges something like that because that's were it came the kinda punk phase of your teen years and you've been waking him up early on weekends trying to play the drums like travis barker while john tries to sleep his fourth hangover of the week.

"couldn't you at least waited 'til it was a little later, kid?" he asks in a grunt when he shows up at your door and his voice has to be a bit loud as you keep the noise up and john swears he wasn't like this when he was young "there are people here trying to sleep, lass"

but there's no use when you whine about him not letting you express yourself freely and it only adds to the way you've became an outcast, the all black clothing and grunge style embraced with the whole aura of a sorceress' apprentice and john has to deal with it all while asking zee what is he supposed to say when you start talking about this guy you like but would likely never look back at you

[prismuffin]

How do you think John Constantine would react to a Male Reader lighting his cigarette with John's lit cigarette?

They were just standing outside talking about the job they were on, and Reader goes to light his cig when he finds that he forgot his lighter. So holds the back of John's head to keep him still, as he gently touches the tip of his cigarette to John's. Moving away once it's lit, talking like it's normal for them both. Even though, it wasn't, and it was a clear sign of flirting.

OOP- no cause thats sooooo wait- 😭ok her cause I think that-

He’s staring you down like your crazy. Whatever was being talked about is forgotten. Slowly his brain starts catching up with him and he’s getting more and more flustered as the scene replays in his head. God forbid you’re maintaining eye contact while this is going down or he’s done for. Just gets loud as a defense mechanism and starts questioning what the fuck that was. You say you forgot your light and he just pulls out two immediately from his jacket. “You didn’t even think to fucking ask me you dumbass??” You shrugged and smirked because at this point his face was red and it was clearer that he was actually flustered and not mad. 100% can’t stop thinking about this even after you both are done hanging out.

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[6rookie-writer0110]

Fallen Night

John Constantine x Rich Reader (Gender-Neutral)

Request - John Constantine x rich reader who spoils him

John came back a mess from a mission, he was gone for days. His trench coat is ripped and he smells bad, but you couldn't help to kiss him.

“I missed you, but I need a shower,” John said.

“Yeah, you smell so bad,” You said.

John starts to take off his clothes and gets in the shower. You throw away his clothes and he is happy to be home. You and John have been dating for a while and he asked you to move in with him. He knows you are not used to living in a small house since you grew up in a rich family. But you told him you don't care about the size of the house.

He comes out of the shower and puts on clean clothes. Then you start to make something to eat.

“Finally some real food,” John said.

“The food is bad in hell?” You asked.

“It’s rubbish, love,” John said.

You and John start to eat together. He starts to tell you how he got annoyed by the legends.

“Oh, I got something for you!” You smiled.

“What is it?” John asked.

You rushed to get the gift from the closet, then you come back. You give the big box and you can't stop smiling.

“Open it” You smiled.

“Okay, keep your knickers on, I'm going to open it” John smirked.

He starts to open the box and it's a very expensive trench coat. He touched the material and it‘s much better than the one he wears.

“This trench coat feels better than my old coat,” John said.

“Try it on” You smiled.

John puts on the trench coat and he likes it.

“This actually feels good. Love, you didn't have to buy it for me” John said.

“I wanted to. You look very handsome in it” You said.

John kissed you on the lips and you smiled again. At the beginning of the relationship, John wasn't used to being spoiled with gifts and lots of attention. But later on, he got used to it but he isn't the type ask for gifts or anything in general. John is a simple man, but he does appreciate what you do for him.

✬ ✬ ✯ ✯

You bought expensive chocolate and you share it with your boyfriend.

“Please tell me, you didn't spend over a hundred pounds on chocolate,” John said.

“First of all, it wasn't hundred dollars,” You said.

“How much was it?” John asked.

“Five hundred dollars...” You said shyly.

“What!?” John yelled.

He almost choked on the chocolate, you start to pat his back.

“Five hundred pounds! Are you insane, love!?” John said.

“First of all, this was made by the best chocolate maker ever. Do you have any idea how long I had to wait and get them!? And you like it, because you keep eating it” You said.

“You are making my hair grey faster,” John said.

You rolled your eyes at him. But you and John kept eating the chocolate together. Later, you and John had to go on a double date with Ava and Sarah.

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It's John’s birthday and he doesn't want a party at all. John couldn't help to smile when you surprised him with cake, some balloons, and gifts.

“Happy birthday, John!” You said.

You hugged him then he kissed you on the lips.

“Thank you, love,” John said.

You kissed him again and he smacked your ass. You lit the candles and you took a picture of him, you don't share the picture with anyone. You just save the picture on your phone. He blows out the candle then you cut a piece of cake for him. You and John start to eat the cake

“Here is your gift,” You said.

“Good cake. Let's see what you got for me” John said.

He had some frosting on his lip, you wipe the frosting off his lip with your thumb.

“Do you like it?” You asked.

You got him a costume made lighter and his name is craved on the bottom. And there are two rare diamonds in the middle.

“Wow, Y/n I'm speechless but I love it,” John said.

“I’m glad, you like it” You smiled.

He gave a peck on the lips. He starts to open the other gifts then you and John ate more cake. John did like all the gifts that you bought for him.

“You know, I don't like celebrating my birthday but with you is better,” John said.

You gently hold his hand.

“You mean so much to me,” You said.

“You better not tell anyone about this,” John said.

“I won't tell anyone,” You said.

John kissed you on the lips. Then he lit the cigarette with the new lighter and he couldn't help to smirk.

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Promptober Day 8

Rose

Constantine x reader

Word Count: 156

You yawned widely while rubbing at your eye with a fist and strolled into the kitchen.

“Rough night?” Chas teased, clearly knowing exactly why you were so tired.

So you decided to double-down and said, “Well, you know John. He’s quite thorough.”

“Oh eugh!” he cringed as you grinned at his open disgust.

“Here I was trying to be romantic and what do I find? You telling my best mate our dirty business,” came the demonologist’s teasing voice from the doorway.

When you looked over, you immediately saw the long-stemmed rose, pastry bag, and coffee cup in his hands. “Tell me that coffee’s mine, and I’ll say you’re the most romantic man I know.”

“Definietly. Everyone knows I don’t touch the stuff, and Chas’s favorite flowers are roses.” He snarked right back with a grin. His lips were warm and a touch chapped when they brushed yours. “G’morning, love.”

“Good morning, handsome,” you grinned right back.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)

AN: it’s been a long while since I wrote for this man. John Constantine. The reason I started buying comics and haven’t been able to stop. If u think this is bad that I’m going back to him just wait until may. It’s going to be so much worse.

“what’s with the commotion?” I asked, rubbing my eyes as I exited our bedroom. John looked up from the desk.

“want to clarify which commotion you were referring to?” He asked, eyes trailing over me wearing his old Ramones shirt. He smirked as he propped his head on his hand. “Where’d you get that luv?”

"Raided your side of the closet." I teased as I walked over to him. "Now don't avoid the question. What was the commotion?"

"Oh. Possessor spirit." John shrugged. "Trapped it in the coffee maker. Wouldn't use it for a while if I were you." I sighed as I shook my head.

"What am I going to do with you John Constantine?" I muttered as I turned back to grab my phone.

"Chas is already on a coffee run." John called after me. "He's going to be a while though. Nearest one that hasn't banned us is at the state line." I turned around with a raised eyebrow.

“That far huh?” I asked. John nodded. “Coffeell be…”

“I gave him the enchanted cooler. It’ll keep it warm.” He said with a smirk. “So we have plenty of time if you…” he looked me up and down again, licking his lips as he shrugged.

“get you’re cute little ass over here then.” I teased as I headed back to the bedroom. John picked me up and pulled me against his chest, my legs kicking slightly in the air. “I hate it when you do that.” I laughed as he carried me to the bed. John knelt down and started kissing up my legs, his hands roaming as they pushed his shirt up. He kissed towards the exposed flesh and burrowed his nose into my stomach.

“so lucky.” He murmured. “Don’t deserve you.” I reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair.

“don’t himself destructive on me now john.” I whispered. He nodded before kissing up my chest, pushing the shirt over my head as I pulled my arms free. “Now I feel like you’re too dressed for this.” I teased as I grabbed John’s tie. He smirked as I loosened it and tugged it off. He went to work on his shirt buttons before tossing the material behind him.

“how’s that luv?” He asked as he climbed on top of me, letting me work on his belt and pants. “Better?” John kissed me softly as his pants joined the growing pile of clothes on our floor. We both shimmied out of our underwear, giggles radiating through the room as John buried his face in my neck. "Oh shit." He muttered as he pumped himself a few times. "I already feel like I'm about to explode luv."

"Hold on a bit longer Johnny." I teased as I drew his face back up for a kiss. "We haven't even started yet." John groaned into the kiss as he thrust into me. I whimpered against his lips as he drew back, pressing his forehead against mine.

"We've got all the time in the world luv." He whispered, gently thrusting into me. “Just for you and me.”

“that so?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck loosely. “You put a time freeze spell on the world?” John chuckled as he kissed me.

“No. But you know how Chas likes to take his time.” John whispered. He kissed me as he rocked his hips against mine. “Nothings gonna take this sweet ass feeling away from me. Not even Chas with the fucking coffee.” I giggled as he leaned down to suck on my neck.

“John.” I whined as he gently bit down on my pulse point. His breath hitched as I rolled my hips against his. John let out a breathy chuckle as I wrapped my legs around his waist, moving to cup his face as he pulled back to look at me. "Oh fuck." I moaned as he sped up. He smirked at me, eyes watching my every reaction as he continued to plow into me.

"Come on luv. I'm right there. Need you there with me." He breathed out, resting his forehead against mine. I whimpered as he reached down to hike my legs higher up his waist. "Yeah. That's it. That's fucking it."

"JOHN!" I screamed as I came, head straining back against the pillows. John chuckled before his voice broke, hips stuttering as he tried to keep going through our orgasms.

"Fuck." He breathed as he collapsed on top of me. I buried my face in his neck as he wrapped his arms around me. "You alright there luv?" His voice was muffled by my skin as he turned his head to kiss my cheek.

"Yeah." I breathed out, hands tracing the planes of his back as he tried to regulate his breathing. I ran my fingers over the triangle inked into his back as John snuggled closer to me. "Really held off there for while John." I mused as his breath fanned over my skin.

"Yeah." He chuckled, slipping out of me as he eased my legs off him. "Didn't know I had it in me." I giggled as we heard the door to the house open. "That'll be Chas. I'll be back." John leaned down to kiss me before getting up and heading out of the room. I heard Chas groan in disgust as I reached down to grab my underwear and a shirt. John stood with his back towards me as he went through the cooler.

"Really John?" Chas complained as he tried to look anywhere but at the man in question. John shrugged, looking down at himself as he grabbed his drink and went searching for mine.

"(Y/N) doesn't seem to mind. In fact they seem to prefer it." John quipped, glancing back at me with a smirk as he offered me my drink.

"At least they get dressed." Chas muttered, turning to put away the groceries he picked up on his trip. I hummed as I took a drink and wrapped an arm around him. John leaned into me as he found his drink before wrapping an arm around me and leading me back to our bedroom. "If you two are going to be in there, I'm heading back out!" Chas called. John chuckled as he waved his cup in the air in acknowledgement. "Don't need to hear whatever the fuck you two get up to in there." John started laughing as he closed the door.

"As if there isn't a noise cancelling spell on the room." John teased Chas behind his back. "Now...Where were we?" He climbed on the bed and curled up against me as we slowly sipped our coffee, enjoying a quiet morning in.

[thebisexualdogdad]

John Constantine x male!reader x Zatanna Zatara headcanons

*Matt Ryan as Constantine and Jade Tailor as Zatanna*

● 3 magicians/occultists sure make for a hell of an interesting relationship

● traveling around the world keeping the paranormal and supernatural at bay

● and always enjoying a good drink at the end of the day

● or before noon if it's just that kind of day

● which it often is because exorcisms can take a lot out of you

● going to Zatanna's magic shows and proudly cheering her on from the front row

● and always volunteering yourselves when she asks for audience participation

● John still gets a kick whenever she cuts him half

● when you or John annoy Zatanna she just casually drops a spell to turn you guys into rabbits

● "what did we do this time??"

● "you guys ate my leftovers again that I clearly labeled were mine!"

● Zatanna also has to stop you and John from doing stupid shit like when you drunkenly dare each other to try on doctor fates helmet

● "come on Z we weren't really gonna do it… again"

● Zatanna is extremely protective of her boys

● you've seen a lot of scary demons in your day but none are more terrifying than Zatanna when you or John are in danger

● John taking you and Zatanna to punk shows

● Zatanna pushing John into a mosh pit as a joke but he actually had a blast

● "bloody hell loves did you see that! That was awesome!!"

● stealing John's trench coat to mess with him

● "I would be mad because no one touches my coat but damn do you look good in it"

● and then one time you did a spell to swap John's and Zatannas outfit

● John was loving it "I mean it's a little tight on the boys but my ass sure looks good" he says as he's proudly checking himself out

● you've been banned from pretty much every movie theater because of John talking during the movie

● "he's the killer it's so obvious" he says as he throws popcorn at the screen

● "how can I be disturbing the other guests when this movie is bloody garbage!" He yells as you three are being escorted out by the usher

● it's not uncommon for one of you to find your partners surrounded by old books

● "what are we dealing with this time?"

● "not sure yet but in the last month there's been four mysterious deaths in Louisiana that we need to go check out"

● "I'll call Abby to see if she and alec can meet up with us, maybe they've heard something"

● "not that bloke again, he smells like a damn swamp"

● "John..."

● taking turns on who gets to be in the middle when you sleep

● but John always has to be the little spoon

● he refuses to be anything but the little spoon especially after sex

● and damn is the sex good

● using spells to make sex last all night long

● along with magically enhanced sex toys

● like self binding scarves

● magical wax that alternates between being hot and cold for the ultimate temp play

● or John being able to feel you inside him while you're fucking Zatanna

● Zatanna chanting spells that makes your bed float into the air

● you and John are sure to keep Zatanna thoroughly satisfied

● and Zatanna knows her way around a strap whenever she's in the mood to top you two

● John loves it when he gets a good pounding from both you and Zatanna

● and he will happily take one of you in his mouth while the other rails his ass

● lots of adrenaline filled sex after jobs go wrong and one of you nearly dies

● and pulling over to the side of the road to have sex in your car mid road trip to your next job after two of you have been fooling around in the backseat or one of you teasing the driver from the passenger seat

● so much sex around your magical safehouse in Atlanta

● which occasionally results in the unleashing of evil spirits when you accidentally knock over an mystical artifact

● "Oh that could have been really bad"

● "yeah we really dodged a bullet there but can you get back to going down on me now"

[nwheregirl]

Today’s brainrot is: the idea of being John Constantine’s wife.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Types of kisses that I’d -loosely- think these boys would suit…

Dick - playful, teasing kisses that made you feel light off your feet and your stomach feel as though it was harbouring a million restless butterflies. Kisses that made you feel giddy as a child in a candy store while also making you feel as though you could sprout wing and fly into the cotton clouds above. However the taunting rapid fire pecks often finished as soon as they start, causing for frustration to rise on the odd occasion, as you were forced to hold his face still between your hands as you gifted him with a proper kiss.

Meanwhile he smiles against your lips in victory knowing how easily you’ve taken the bait he shamelessly had laid out.

Jason - tender, slow, gentle kisses where time was no longer a thing. From the tender weaving of his lips, to the languid strokes of his tongue that had you forgetting about your bodily need for air as you indulged in the fantasy of your own making, up until your were abruptly pulled back into reality as your lungs were burning for rest and recovery. Then there’s also the tenderness in how you held onto each other so closely, almost as though you were afraid to loose each other within your accumulated love and affection for one another.

Time was no longer existent the moment your lips touched, and it didn’t exist when you were taking your sweet time rediscovering each others bodies with featherlight caresses, possessive grasping of the waist to pull the other in closer and firm squeezes of strong calloused hands.

Damian - kisses that were planted on the back of your hands in appreciation and made you feel respected, honoured and above all looked upon as though you were a priceless piece of artistry that was one of a kind; Blessed with being one of a kind, forever being replicated and imitated but never perfected and worshiped as a deity in your own right with devote followers kneeling at your shrine, your beloved being the most devote of them all. He would gladly forfeit his life for yours should the occasion arise but would never tell you.

Bruce - passionate kisses that only increases the more you were made aware of the fact that any day could be your last, a reality that was no more true when living in an extremely hostile city such as Gotham, and so you show your relief in seeing him come home with little less then a few scrapes and bruises is by pushing up his cowl and kissing him with everything you had. Every kiss pressed into each others lips acted like a wordless conversation between the two of you, confessions of happiness for the others return home and the fear that festered in your mind during his absence; to his attempts of reassuring your frantic mind into a state of calm and grounding you with his skilful touch.

John- rough, fast paced kisses that finishes with both of you walking away with bruised, puffy lips and severely out of breath. His kisses alone were another to set every never within your body aflame with a multitude of emotions such as desire, lust and restlessness; all of which would pile up on top of each other the longer this continued to the point where you were pushed to the brink of utter insanity. And of course the delicious prickling sensation of his stubble against you didn’t help make things any better, and the smug bastard knew this as he chuckled at how easily you feel apart in his arms, something he’ll tease you about later, but for now he’ll allow himself to indulge in the needy pull of your hands on the collar of his shirt.

[feinv]

oh my god. filming a tape with constantine would be CRAZY 😵‍💫😵‍💫 during that he forces the reader to look at the cam while pounding into her relentlessly just to capture her pretty fucked face..☺️also he would look occasionally at the camera smirking and in the end he save the tape as memento to remember the reader by when she’s away he’s so sentimental like that 🥰

-constantine’s babygirl 🪽.

john constantine x f!reader. filming a sextape.

he would plow into you with a steady rhythm, his cock filling you up so good you can’t stop your loud moans from reaching the surface, and especially since you know you are being recorded, the blood rushes to your cheeks, making you cover your face with your hands at the nervousness and a little bit of embarrassment.

“don’t get shy on me now,” he grunts, his free hand dragging your both wrists away and pinning them on your stomach, where you swore you could feel him during particularly deep thrusts. “let me see that pretty face.”

totally points the camera towards his head when he leans down to kiss you, your fingers running through his hair as he groans into your mouth. he LOVES making out with you with your lips moving in unison before he gets aggressive and desperate and starts literally devouring you with his tongue exploring your mouth. leaving you breathless gasping for the air with your lips red and plump is so cinematic to him i’m so fr right now.

he would then turn the camera at such angle that both of your bodies would be in it, to kind of show it’s him who is making you feel that way, all senses fucked into oblivion. honestly he is always going back and forth with the angles but when he knows you are about to cum he holds it in a way that every mimic of your face can be clearly seen cuz he is like. actually hypnotized by the scenery in front of him. you are soo beautiful to him but he thinks you look like a literal goddess when you got euphoria pulsing through your veins.

bonus!! he also takes polaroids of you either in a cute lingerie or completely naked and collects them like cute little trophies, but he always carries one of those in his wallet, and occasionally looks at it during particularly hard cases to kind of remind himself that he has to get through it because he has the most gorgeous looking girl waiting for him <3

[gatorbites-imagines]

John Constantine x tattoo artist?? Smut or no (you choose!) I think it would be cute if john gets his tats from the reader (also kind of a possessive/marking quality there lol)

John Constantine x Tattoo artist male reader

Headcanons

Sorry there’s been no posts this week, classes have started up again, so as you can imagine I’m exhausted and have a lot less free time. I’ve been using most of my free time to read JJK, ngl.

Imagine being a magical tattoo artist, something like a seal maker. You do large complex and beautiful pieces, but you hide different seals and protection markers inside the patterns. It keeps the real purpose of the tattoo a secret, but is also pretty to look at.

John already has tattoos in the hellblazer comics, but imagine you giving him different ink. Something a lot less obvious and more attractive.

It makes him pass as a hot blonde British guy covered in a lot of fancy ink, instead of some brit with lotsa weird cult looking tattoos.

John becomes one of your most common customers, mainly because a lot of the tattoos you put on him disappear after the seals been used, since its all defense and storage. He might also use it as an excuse to see you more, so he can flirt.

John being John, would get a tattoo right above his crotch, think like a reverse tramp stamp, or a succubus tattoo, just so he can have you sitting between his thighs as he gives his flirting his all.

You definitely end up railing him within an inch of his life in the tattoo chair, tsking and “punishing” him for straining the tattooed area too much, and “messing up your work” when he writhes too much.

In the beginning its just a friends with benefits situation, something like a “happy ending” you might say. John wouldn’t be someone to do relationships for the most part, since most of the ones he’s been in haven’t ended great.

He subconsciously also wouldn’t want to paint a target on your back, since hes always involved with all kinds of stuff. But he cant help but always find himself back with you, getting some new seal inked onto his skin.

And if every visit ends up with him bent over the tattoo chair, or down on his knees to “thank you”, then who will judge him.

John would end up finally acknowledging his feelings when you save him from his big bad of the week, using your complex and intricate tattoos to pull out weapons and spells, and later seal the being that’s after him.

Its hard to deny how he feels after that, and though he wouldn’t put it into words, he would act differently. Like just showing up at your parlor to spend time with you without getting anything done, or sending you little protection charms or trinkets.

At some point you guys just start kissing and acting like a couple, without actually putting a name to it. It’s a dangerous life you both live, and words mean everything, so you never tell anybody you guys are lovers, since that would make the target on you both even bigger.

It doesn’t keep you guys from pretty much living together and acting all domestic, or being completely exclusive to just each other. John turning down all advances made on him confuses people in the beginning, until they just come to accept it.

John ends up with even more tattoos, these a lot more complex than average useable seals. These are the kinds that you have spent your entire life developing, and had only used on yourself because they’re that powerful.

The league are knocked back by how powerful his spells have become, and how much damage he can withstand. Only other magic users with the knowledge know just how amazing his tattoos are. He never tells them where he got them, just because he’s an ass.

You end up helping out more with his business, and he ends up being free advertisement for your parlor. Of course, no one gets tattoos like you or John, you would never give a possible enemy that kind of power, but it helps pad your pockets quite a lot.

John’s enemies end up targeting you as well, but they’re easily dealt with for the most part.

He ends up getting teased be friends and allies that he’s getting soft and domestic, cuz he doesn’t go out to bars like before, and wants to be home in time to watch a movie with you, or just go to sleep together.

He ends up a lot less stressed too, since you rock his world whenever he needs it, and become someone he can let down his defenses and just be vulnerable with.

In the end he probably gets pavloved to get in the mood when you tattoo him, or he hears the noise of the tattoo gun. John always blames you for making him this way, because you always go down on him after giving him new ink, not that he’s complaining.

[ruskaroma]

do you ever just think about how constantine is just so.. big.

like that white shirt she’s wearing? that’s literally his clothes and it’s fucking HUGE on her.

he is just so big and tall and huge. he towers over you so much, teases you about it so much. he is mean.

and his height isn’t the only thing that’s huge on him !! no !! never. there’s more !!

his cock is fucking huge. i’m talking about humongous. fat. hefty. HULK-LIKE. don’t care how cringy that sounded, but when i tell you his dick is huge, his dick is HUGE.

you couldn’t even take the half of it when you first had sex. john had the mere head in and you were begging him to stop and trying to push him away. but of course, even that didn’t stop him from forcing his cock into your tight little cunt.

you screamed. scratched his back with your nails until it bled as his balls slammed against your ass. you felt so fucking full and it hurt.

oh, it fucking hurt so bad you were shaking. your poor little pussy abused and stretched to her limit :( but too fucking bad constantine is enjoying every single second of it.

“i could fuck this tight little pussy all day, bun. mold it for my cock, make you my pretty cocksleeve who knows nothing but to cry and beg.” he whispered harshly, fucking you harder, not giving you time to adjust. you were sobbing hysterically, body shaking, pussy already sore and red. “so fucking dumb, can’t even form basic words out of your pretty mouth. is my cock too big for you, bun? is that it? your mind so full of my cock that you can’t think straight?”

you could only sniffle loudly, shaking your head, wanting it all to stop, but really, your cunt is just asking for it. constantine could see the outline of his cock on your stomach, so fucking big and huge, and it’s stretching you so much.

“look at that, bun. look how your god is just ruining your insides,” john sneered, wrapping a large hand around your throat but not quite squeezing yet. “who’s your god, pretty little bun? who do you serve again?”

“y-you.. m-my god,” you sobbed, gripping his wrist tightly as you felt your pussy clenching around his fat cock. “god, please, s-stop – i feel s-so full – i feel so full, y-you’re too big –”

“we’re barely even halfway through the night, bun. your god has so many things planned out for his little bunny, so be a good girl and fucking take my cock because this is the closest thing you’ll ever have of blessing.”

[k2ntoss]

just thinking about john being a mentor😓😓

like he would be SO grumpy but affectionate at the same time idk especially with a child apprentice nendnwndj im not normal about him

if you ever thought about me being normal when it comes to john mmmmm i'm not :3 i think about john getting to treat his apprentice like his own child, i feel like deep within him he has a desire to actually be some sort of paternal figure to someone and him being different from what his own father was, despite his ways and his work he knows he is not bad and he does not wishes to make his apprentice go through the same hell he went as a kid so he is some sort of grumpy but tender adoptive dad in the end.

let's be honest, john isn't really patient so whenever he has some case on his hands he's rushing his apprentice all around.

"c'mere, love, you gotta be quick" he muses while pacing around the living room, the small cramped space littered with old newspapers and books, john stands while thumping his foot against the floor, bag on his hand and his trenchcoat already placed over his form.

as soon as you come out he gives you a stern look, it's been at least an hour since he was ready to leave and you were still looking for your boots which had been left behind the old couch.

"you've got to be bloody kidding me, lass..." his voice comes gruff from how impatient he's starting to feel, if this case were only a matter of life or death... which it could end up being "your fucking boots are behind the couch," he points out, his gaze following your sheepish form as you walk past him to fetch your shoes.

"if only your stupid flat wasn't a damn mess..." there it came, the response of his little punk as he so oftenly called you whenever you started to act up. the mused response would have made him upset but by this time he knew better and he had to cover his mouth as a smirk tugged at his lips.

"you're a bloody brat... can we leave already, love?" john asks at the end, his hand brushing his hair back as he held back a bark of laughter, walking past you not without ruffling your hair affectionately.