#john constatine imagine

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KINKtober: Day Eight

as per @charlottebonnie‘s request today we have a drabble with Constantine!

There was a certain thrill to the fact that you were pressed against the icy cold stone wall in one of the back naves of the church where Constantine was supposed to locate and send back to hell a couple of half-breeds that broke the balance.

Of course he said that it was too dangerous for you to come there with him, but when he saw you standing by the altar in one of his shirts and simple black skirt, there was no religion existing that could possibly stop him from doing all of those things that crossed his mind in that moment.

So when he dragged you to the back area and pushed you against the wall, hiking your skirt higher than he should, an evil grin spread across his face when he noticed that you had nothing underneath and for a moment you thought that he got possessed by the Devil himself.

“Dressed like that? In a church?” he groans into your ear, his hand pressed to your already wet cunt.

“Constantine… you know I like to play dirty” you shot him a little smirk and another groan leaves his mouth, the guttural sound fueling the fire that got lit in the pits of your stomach.

He cups your breasts with his other hand, feeling that there’s no lingerie as well, just the thin layer of his shirt’s fabric and he pinches your nipple making you squirm.

Your bodies are pressed together and you can feel how his heart races, the thrill of fucking in a church getting both of you excited.

When he slid two fingers inside you your mind did a somersault and you had to rest your head on the stone wall. Constantine was knuckles deep inside you, his long fingers curled at the perfect angle, hitting the soft bundle of nerves on your throbbing wall and when he pressed his thumb to your clit there was nothing that could’ve stopped you from moaning his name loudly, the sound bouncing off the cathedral's walls.

His fingers were pumping in and out of you, and it felt like he just sent you to heaven, just with the simple movements, his fingertips teasing at your G-spot.

“You’re such a little slut” he rasped, his lips almost touching your ear, “a fucking little unholy slut.” Constantine wiggled his fingers inside you harder and you almost screamed, being on the verge of falling apart under him, “I bet I’m the first one that was taking you in church, but baby it’s just the beginning and you’d be begging me to stop, I can promise you that” he growled, the primal sound weakening your knees and you were glad he had pinned you between his body and the wall.

“Are you always like this in churches?” you mumbled out.

“Only for you, in my shirt, with nothing under. I just couldn’t help myself baby.”

[kjs-s]

A great yet unexpected visit

Pairing  John Constantine x reader

Summary John visits you to spend the weekend together

Prompt  “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you.”

 Word Count: 868

Warnings: None

A/N: This si my first entry for @bookcaseninja‘s anniversary challenge. I will start working on the Star Trek one this week. Hope you will like both.

Fighting magical creatures and fixing history is not a job that allows John days off. You were fine with it as long as the legends welcomed you on their ship any time you could be there. However, February was always a very busy month for you and the possibility of a day off was minimal. In addition, the same could be said about the team since they messed up once again during Valentine’s Day. That’s why you were so surprised to see your boyfriend on your front door on a regular Friday night.

‘’The others have the case under control so I borrowed a jump ship. I was thinking of spending the weekend together. I needed some time away from Ray trying to have a heart-to-heart and talk about the latest mission. And, I only have hugfests with my favorite person who knows not to ask too many questions.’’ He kissed you and entered your house. You were too stunned to talk and just closed the door behind you without thinking about it.

‘’Are you going to follow me inside love? I was looking forward to a night playing tiddlywinks with my missus. Have you planned anything for dinner or do you want me to order us some pizza?’’ You smiled at him and finally hugged him realizing that you weren’t dreaming.

Being with John was great after you made him trust you to be able to survive his lifestyle. He was the kind of person who thought could only bring misery to other’s lives. However, your relationship showed him that letting people in, could be an option for him. Turned out that the day he decided to change his business card was the one he will always remember. Not only everyone stopped pointing out the ‘master of the dark arts’ in his previous one but he flirted with the woman that changed his life.

You ended up spending the evening trying to avoid talking about anything related to the legends and their cases. Also, John didn’t accidentally cast any spells like the one that made snow appear on your house. Finally, sleeping next to the person you love the most, made you have an extremely relaxing night.

When you woke up, you noticed John was looking at you. He has spent the last ten minutes like that. He still couldn’t believe how his life has changed because of you. Before you entered his life, he had a routing. He used to wake up every morning, and for the first five minutes of the day imagine that everyone he cared about is dead and meditate on that. Nowadays he just thought of you and anticipate when he will see you again.

‘’Good morning Johnny. I hope you slept well.’’ You sleepily smiled at him.

‘’You bet, after everything we did before that.’’ He kissed your neck and you played with his hair just like you know he loves.

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you.” You felt a little bad for his arm yet he told you everything was fine.

You both got dressed and decided that since John obviously had the intention to make breakfast, that you could do so together. Despite his objections that you would distract him, you managed to make him agree.

‘’I will start frying the eggs and then the sausages. You can manage the tea and the beans right love?’’ He started searching the cupboards for the ingredients he wanted to include. He was proud of the wicked breakfast he could cook.

‘’Of course. I will make your favorite tea since you had me hooked on it too. And I can butter the toast since you don’t want me to fry anything.’’

You began working in harmony around the kitchen. John fried the eggs, sausage, bacon, and tomatoes while you made tea, put baked beans and toast on the plates, and kept humming to John’s ear. You knew he loved cooking for you but letting you help was a great way to start the day.

‘’Here is our masterpiece. Perfect islands in a sea of grease. Let’s enjoy it.’’

The whole day went by filled with cuddles and relaxation. John knew he had missed you terribly and he made sure to let you know the whole day. Also, he once again brought up the idea of you adopting a kitten and naming it after him.

Out of the blue on Saturday evening, his phone rang because the team needed him.

‘’I’m so sorry angel but I have to go and help them.’’ He was genuinely sad to leave you.

‘’It’s fine Johnny. Just do me a favor and take that box with you.’’ You gave him a box filled with Star Wars merchandise. ‘’It’s for Ray. I lost a bet. He will explain to you.’’

‘’OK, I will ask him. Oh, and when you decide to adopt the kitten we talked about, let me know. I will send you the carrier we used when I turned Zari into a cat.’’ You agreed and he opened a portal to the bridge of the waverider where everyone was standing to wave to you.

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Fic recommendations 2

Disclaimer: none of the below are my own work, they're just a few of my favourite pieces. If any author doesn't like their work linked here, please dm me and I will take it down.

Posted: 26/03/2022

Updated: 11/05/2022

Part 1 of fic recommendations here

DC

Bruce Wayne

one bad day (series)

love me by the light- part 1 part 2

for tomorrow will come

lemonade (series)

pointed lesson (series)

im asking nicely

after hours- chapter 1

the thief (series)

after hours- chapter 3

John Constantine

my mistakes

rockabye (series)

haunted (series)

Marvel

Billy Russo

these beautiful torments- part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 - competed

gulity of love (series)

under your protection

foreign exit strategy

grey matter (series)

Frank Castle

miss you

hideout- part 1 part 2

Out of reach (series, Black oc)

last thing you expected

wanted to be wrong

lover

cooking lessons

an insight into your domestic life with Frank Castle after he begins his new life

I wanna feel somethin

on my knees

in love (series)

Matt Murdock

careful

let me

heartbeats

pulse

ultraviolence

her favourite lawyer - part 1 part 2

slow down easy

comfort

grey matter (series)

back from the dead - part 1 part 2

rainy day

practice

his saving grace

here

untitled

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

Saving the devil

Forever is the sweetest con- part 1 part 2

oh this shelby lover- part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

what it's like to feel

your house

lies in the dark

a little slip

all I ever asked

fix us

Shelby Sister

swallowed arguments

Actors

second chances- cillian murphy (disabled reader)

Walking dead

Daryl Dixon

just between us

some king of stranger

cuddles

no regrets

the first time

home- part 1 part 2

protector

approval

let me, fiercely

reassurance

soft spot

Rick Grimes

dawn

three questions

just drive

new beginnings

go for the throat

interrupted

end of the world (teen daughter series)

[fandomlmagines]

John Constantine || Constantine || Requested

[cannotgiveafuck]

what you think of a little Constatine being so big of a influence on billy batson as miniature John running around smoking cigarettes and banishing demons. And Solomon wisdom he has all the Demonology knowledge that he would need

Aldskfrb so I'm imagining this:

John getting whammied by an aging spell and Billy has to ensure he doesn't hurt himself or others, but also figure a way to turn John back.

Like, Smol John would be himself but also 10x worse bc all that attitude and shit is compact. But also it's really disorienting to be a kid again. And tho John is himself he has child control on his magic and emotions. And others view him as a kid. So he'd better understand Billy's POV after this.

But also. Uh. John's childhood fuckin sucked. So all those unburied memories? Rough.

I imagine Billy bringing John with him to his place. And John really sees Billy living as a homeless kid. And getting that first hand experience. Billy having to keep stopping him from smoking and drinking. And honestly it'd be such a change of positions. I can see Billy not realizing how protective he's being and it pissing John off so he does something worse and dramatic. Communication skills now -100.

They'd def argue too. Despite John having a soft spot for Billy, their morals are completely different. John is selfish and uses others and lies and cheats and will do anything to come out the other end. And I can see him using his new fou d youthful face to deceive others or sneak into places. He'd stress Bill out so goddamn much.

But despite all that, John does have a heart and he does care for Billy. So when push comes to shove, he's got Bills back. And does enjoy the warm fuzzy feeling of helping others. Things tend to go to shit for him, whether he does the right thing or not, and he's often left having to make the hard decisions. So it's nice being on the goody hero side and not end up covered in others blood.

It'd be a real bonding time for them both. A real eye opener about things.

[thestalkerbunny]

John Constatine looks like a pretty good character i even imagine a character based on him and doctor strange. Apparently he some sort of "coincidence" power that make him go exactly where he needs to be, which is a pretty cool concept.

I also like the Fact he had the audacity to fuck a shark

[nancywheelxr]

“It’s six o clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka” + “good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion” + Sara and Constatine

Sara didn’t use to think she was a very responsible person.

Somehow, though, between the wreck and the Waverider, she seems to have picked some common sense up along the way. Or, at the very least, it’s just that by comparison, she seems like a pretty grown-up adult.

“It’s six o’clock in the morning,” she tells John for what feels like the tenth time already, “you’re not having vodka.”

 “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion, then,” he says mildly, pulling a glass from one of their kitchen cabinets-- oh, so now he knows where the dishes go. 

“This isn’t an appropriate breakfast,” she sighs, “put the bottle down, John.”

He glares. “That sounds like a me problem, love.”

Sara eyes his disheveled state, the rumpled clothes and the bags under his eyes. It’s not that hard to figure out why he’s rooting around for alcohol this early.

It’s also not that hard to imagine the kind of response she would get if she mentioned any of that aloud.

Instead, Sara pries the bottle from his fingers and makes a point of pouring it down the drain. Privately, she mourns the loss of good alcohol too, but they can’t go on like this.

“What’s your bloody problem?” He scowls, patting himself for his cigarettes probably, but finds none, considering Sara had lifted his pack last night.

“Sit down,” she ignores his complaints, pouring a mug of black coffee and pushing it in front of him. “There, this will help more than the vodka.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” John grumbles, but takes the coffee, drinking it scalding hot and all.

They sit in silence for a long time after that, drinking coffee and passing back and forth Nate’s cookie jar, and watching the ship slowly come to life around them.

Maybe Sara will never be perfectly responsible, but maybe her team doesn’t need her to be. 

Maybe being Sara can be better.

[crue-sixx]

can I please ask for a John Constatine imagine?

Yes! I’ve only seen it once, but I’m going to try to watch it again!

[petrichormemory]

GET  TO  KNOW  ME  ABC’S:  MUN  EDITION

A  —  age: 37, fuck I’m old

B  —  birthplace:  Massachusetts

C  —  current  time:  23:09

D  —  drink  you  last  had:  apothic white wine. and kombucha. and water. in that order.

E  —  easiest  person /  persons  to  talk  to: without question @spoilersandguns​, @thisqueenishela​, @araedi​ / @theta-x​, @benevolentgodloki​ / @ask-xi​ are my fam man, though there are others I’m enjoying getting to know.

F  —  favorite  current  song  /  songs:  so many. I’m currently indulging in Imagine Dragons and Abney Park because I can put those on the sound system at work without getting in trouble

G  —  goals: be happy, or more importantly figure out what that means to me

H  —  horror  yes  or  horror  no:  FUCK YES

I  —  in  love?:   not right now but I’m open to the idea. I’m one of those assholes that falls in love easy.

J  —  jealous  of  people?:  sometimes but not often.

K  —  killed someone?:  with wit, maybe. but not in the sense of needing to hide the evidence.

L  —  love  at  first  sight  or  should  I  walk  by  again?: now there’s a pickup line for the ages. I’d say infatuation or fascination can absolutely be first sight. love takes work and trust, and that takes time.

M  —  middle  name: Elizabeth

N  —  number  of  siblings:  none? I have a half brother out there in the universe but I’ve never met him

O  —  one  wish:  having the time and resources to see all my friends as often as I like. 

Q  —  questions  you’ve  always  asked:  are you a real redhead? A: let me show you my temper and you’ll find out. 

S  —  song  you  sang:  What About Us by Pink because that was the last one on the radio 

T  —  top  three  fictional  characters: Amy Pond (shocker), Alice (from Wonderland), and John Constatine

U  —  underwear  /  color: black, like the majority of my wardrobe

V  —  vacation: I AM GOING TO IRELAND THIS YEAR AND I AM NOT EXCITED AT ALL!!!!!!!

W  —  when’s  your  birthday?: July 16

X  —  x-rays:  all the teeths, back, neck, left hand, and so many times I’ve accidentally got my fingers in the way when taking x-rays at work.

Y  —  your  favorite  food:  drunken chicken soup from a Thai/Asian fusion restaurant back in Massachusetts. Sherry and ginger broth and just amazing. I could eat that every day for the rest of my life and die happy.

Z  —  zodiac  sign:  Cancer. Mercurial of mood, protective and fiercely loyal? yeah that’s me. 

TAGGED  BY : stolen from @spoilersandguns​

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Smokey brand Movie Reviews: God’s a kid with an ant farm, lady

So, as we start to slow in the Summer movie season, i figure i’d go back and maybe review a bunch of films that watched a while ago; movies that i enjoyed or maybe not so much and just want to talk about them. To kick this thing off, i wanted to actually review a film i did enjoy, a film that i think is disrespectfully underrated. That film is Constantine!

Mrs. Daniel Craig, ladies and gentleman!

The Good

Keeanu chews all of the scenery in this flick, man. You can tell he’s having the best time being the Anti-Neo. Kid is such a dick, it’s hilarious. But, to be fair, i am drawn to the nihilistic and it doesn’t get much more nihilistic than John Constantine, man.

Rachel Weisz is arguably the best thing about this flick. She’s such an outstanding actor and i adore everything i’ve ever seen her in. I mean, she’ll always be Evie Carnahan to me but she elevated the part she was given, Angela Dodson, in this spectacle.

Boy, anything Tilda Swinton touches is golden to me but her Gabriel is just a delight. She’s so smooth, so charismatic, and just SO insidious!

Shia LaBeouf is in this, too. That’s right, actual cannibal, Shia LaBeouf! Most people forget but the kid kind of stole almost every scene he was in. I rather enjoyed pre Fame-Meltdown Shia. He was a delight.

Djimon Honsou’s first foray into the world of comic adaptions as Papa Midnite and he just made love to his ridiculous ass character. Cat brought the Voodoo priest to life with a real swagger and delightful snark.

While I’d day the effects can be bit of a mixed bag, that filth demon was just plain awful, they’re version of Hell? holy sh*t! if that’s not a nightmare, i don’t know what is. I also rather enjoyed the way the Angel wing manifested, like mist in the morning air.

Peter Stormare’s Lucifer was just delightful. Absolutely delightful!

The world that Francis Lawrence created to set these awesome characters in ebbs with life and ends up being a character all it’s own. Goddamn, i was hooked from the second that cat found the Spear of Destiny to the very end when Constantine flipped Lucifer the bird. Outstanding world building!

The cinematography in this flick is beautiful Every shot and every frame just plain beautiful! Like, seriously, this is a beautifully constructed film and that alone should be enough to take it in at least once.

I’m a sucker for all this religious relic sh*t, man. Constatine’s arsenal is rustles the f*ck out of my jimmies!

The Bad

Billing this as an adaption of Hellblazer was a goddamn mistake. Sure, the guy shares the same name as the hack wizard and con artist created by Alan Moore, but that’s as far as it goes. This film is more of an homage to Hellblazer and, i think, would have been more successful if billed as such. Like, calling it a re-imaging or a stand alone film would have probably opened up the audience more.

The plot is a little generic. Just a bit. I mean, if you don’t read a ton of comics or watch a ton of movies or play a ton of video games like i do, then i can see that this might come across as more original than most. But i’ve seen this movie before. It’s not a bad plot and i often enjoy seeing the different spins on it, but it wreaks of cliche, i can definitely admit that.

Why was everything so f*cking green? Like, it’s not Matrix green but there is a distinct hue of viridian permeating this flick.

I feel like we should have had more time with the supporting characters. Beeman and Father Hennessy were kind of underused an met some pretty sorry ends but, you know, plot devices!

The Ugly

Gavin Rosdale was atrocious in this, just awful. I don’t think he was miscast, he has this slimy ass air about him, but i think he needed to be a better actor at least. Maybe get the kid some coaching for about a month or so before throwing him into scenes. Dude kind of ruined every scene he was in for me, particularly that final battle he had with Keeanu. That sh*t was just plain awful.

The Verdict

Now, i know what you’re thinking but Constantine is f*cking dope. If you remove the name and any concatenation to Hellblazer, you'd have a dope as exorcism flick that combines outstanding cinematography, stunning style, and outstanding effects with an incredibly vibrant, lived-in, world. Sure, it’s not the smarmy John Constantine we know (if you want that, i highly recommend the short lived television series) but on it’s own, this Constatine is still wildly compelling. It’s not a GREAT film but it is good and it is entertaining and i loved every minute of it! When this thing ended, i wanted more of this world, more of these characters but, alas, it wasn’t meant to be. i highly recommend giving this thing a re-watch. It’s been a few years so the stigma of being a poor cape-flick adaption should have worn off. I imagine you won’t be disappointed.

[fics-not-tragedies]

KINKtober: Day Sixteen

as per anonymous request we have today’s one with Constantine!

His hand grabbed a handful of your hair when he gently thrust his cock into your mouth.

He started off slow. Only the tip of his cock was in your mouth at first and he used small motions until you swirl your tongue around his head and he pulled on your hair.

You groaned as he started going deeper in your throat. Your eyes squeezed shut, trying not to gag as he slowly started thrusting. His pace picked up as the warm movements of your tongue danced around him. Groaning, you felt him wrap his other hand in your hair, holding you completely still while he took complete control.

“Oh yes, that’s it baby…” he panted.

Moans and praises started to mix with slurs and dirty talk as he went deeper. Your bound hands clenched, nails digging into your skin, as you tried to control your breathing. Drool spilled at the corners of your mouth as you gagged on the cock fucking your mouth. You could feel how your thighs rub together, desperate for any kind of friction.

Constantine adored the sight he had in front of him. Saliva sliding down his cock and on your chin, a beautiful mix of moans and gags escaping from your mouth, tears and mascara running down your cheeks, outlining your beautiful face. You were so obedient for him, and he loved pushing your boundaries.

“You are such a good little slut for me baby” those words came out as a flustered grumble, “such a pretty mouth for me to fuck… so willing to obey me.”

He hit the back of your throat and stilled. Your whole body tensed, stomach lurching but you held your breath and kept your eyes closed.

Then Constantine pulled out a few inches only to rock back into your mouth almost all in at once. This time, he moved a little deeper and a guttural moan left your throat as you again had to suppress the reflex to gag.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispered, his fingers tracing patterns into the back of your head even while he held you by the hair.

You felt your spit running down the sides of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto the tops of your breasts, but you didn’t fucking cared. All you could think about was how full your mouth was and how Constantine slowly pushed his cock deeper down your throat. All your concentration was on not throw up and relax your throat to take him that much deeper.

And he really took his time. Pushing and holding and pulling back until all you could think and feel and want was him. You felt how hard his cock was now, tasting his pre-cum mixing with your own saliva.

With a particularly hard push, you felt tears prick in the corners of your eyes and you let out a small whimper.

He coaxed you, “Shh, baby. You’re doing so good, taking my cock in your throat.”

You let out another whimper, this time encouraging him to push his cock deeper into your throat. When you began to bob your head, not moving much but just enough to show him that you were ready for him to fuck your mouth the way he wanted to, he let out a little hiss, the grip on your hair tightened, his hips snapping forward.

You could feel his cock throb and when he pulled away that time, you ignored the ache in your jaw and closed your mouth around him, sucking his cock eagerly. With a soft groan Constantine stopped moving, so you could feel hot spurts of his cum hit the back of your throat.

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KINKtober: Day Twenty-Five

as per @beyond-antares​‘ request some Constantine lovin’ we have here 😈

After tying the blindfold on the back of his head you ran your hands through his hair, feeling the soft strands tickle your palms while you kissed him hungrily again. Your bare hands stroked down from his hair, caressed his face, and continued down and down and down until you were slipping them into his pants. As you palmed his cock, giving it a squeeze, then pulled it free of the fabric trapping it he made few loud moans that were bouncing off the walls of your room.

You teased him with the touch of your hands, knowing he would feel it more intensely with the blindfold denying him his sight. Constantine moaned and rolled his hips into your touch when you finally touched him properly, sliding your hand from the tip and down his length, hearing him moan with disappointment when you moved away all too soon.

You left a harsh scratch mark up his torso, starting at the tip of his hardened cock and ending pressed into his pouty bottom lip. Falling with your body flush against him you devoured his mouth, kissing him until his knees buckled. The heels you were still wearing put you in the perfect height to whisper into his ear.

“You look absolutely delicious, Constantine. Completely debauched and at my mercy” you purred into his ear.

With one hand slid down to tease his cock, fingertips lightly brushing the velvety skin along his length you could hear Constantine letting out a shaky breath when you finally touched him the way he should be touched, your fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly.

When you gripped him by the throat he let out a single growl, but he couldn’t do much, with his hands tied to the bedpost. You squeezed his neck harshly, the movement of your hand on his cock getting faster.

“Oh baby, you can’t do a thing now… such a hopeless, tied up little creature you are” you nibbled on his earlobe, making him moan out your name, body trembling. When you slid down the bed, then leaned in and bit the naked skin on his hips you felt how his cock twitched in your hand at the feeling of your teeth pressed into his flesh, “f-fuck, just the view of you tied like that is making my cunt absolutely soaked” you breathed out, the hot air you blew tickled him a little.

“Let me touch you” he whispered hoarsely, his hands wiggling in the restrains.

“Not now baby, I need to play with you first.”

[fics-not-tragedies]

Constantine and 1

“A new scar?” you asked him, seeing the red marking on his back, telling you that not so long ago it was slashed open.

“A clawed motherfucker got me recently…” he exhaled the smoke and the puffy cloud danced in the air above his head.

Your fingers danced on the naked skin of his back and he flinched a little, taking another drag from his cigarette. When you leaned in and kissed the nape of his neck he gasped, stubbing the cigarette in the ashtray, then turned in his chair, so he could cup your face in his hands, pressing his lips to yours.

He tasted like tobacco and the glass of whisky he drank right before smoking.

“Constantine…” you breath against his lips when he drew back, put only a little, your foreheads still pressed together.

“Yes baby girl?” he loves to call you that, knowing what it did to you.

You crawled into his lap, straddling him a little, brushing your noses together.

“You should be more careful” you look at him with worry painted all over your face. Constantine presses your body flush against his and locks his arms around your waist.

“But you know I have to send those fuckers back where they belong… and I’ll get few scars from time to time while doing so” he was looking at you with puppy eyes, trying to convince you his job is necessary.

Well you knew it, but simply you were just worried about him getting killed in the process of dismissing another demon back to Hell.

“I know, it’s just… I care about you and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You touched his face, outlining his jaw with your fingers. He grabbed one of your hand and smooched your wrists.

Then he got up from the chair, holding you firmly by your ass. Wrapping your legs around him, you held onto his arms for balance.

“I’m gonna show you how fit I am little girl and how great I am with using those wrestling moves.”

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Dead as dead can be: Itchy bones

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven

It’s a teaser/prologue for the upcoming John Constantine chaptered series called “Dead as dead can be”. This scene appeared in my mind after I re-watched Constantine for like the twentieth time and so it is. I have a thing for dark women in fiction where the plot line is based around supernatural element. So yes, let’s begin the adventure ;)

SUMMARY: A very old friend found a twisted way of asking John for a favor. Words: 983; Warnings: smoking;

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“How was death, Jonathan?” Her sultry voice echoed in his ears, “Or should I ask: how was hell?” She was always so overconfident, he could assume it was the cause of her premature death. John decided that this time it all was worthy at least some effort and turned around to face her; he removed the unlit cigarette from between his chapped lips right before the sight of her made him drop it to the ground.

Crimson lace of the gown that was hugging her body, underlining every curve of her figure definitely didn’t fit in the usual-Friday-night-outfit scheme. It was something more than that and she was much more than an usual human being.

The woman smiled, showing him two rows of perfectly white teeth, along with the set of her long fangs. She flicked her tongue across her lips, painted in matte crimson, and smiled even wider, the corners of her mouth curling, forming an evil smirk on her gorgeous face.

Making few steps towards him, her stilettos clicked on the crooked concrete tiles, but there wasn’t any flinch nor any stumble, she kept slowly sauntering closer to him like she was walking a catwalk.

John placed the cigarette back in between his lips, his hand moved to the pocket of his jacket in a search for his golden lighter, but even before he could reach it, digging it out to the surface, she already lit the cig with a silver one she held in her slim fingers.

After snapping the lid close, she touched his chin with her long nail, that was neatly covered in scarlet varnish and slid it down onto his neck, “I heard you quit, Jonathan, many years ago”, her fingers squeezed his throat. He hissed at her, his action triggering her giggle.

Her other hand wandered to his lips, snatching the lighted smoke from them and putting it to her own. After two quick drags she inhaled the smoke and gave it back to him, “Thanks” John growled through his gritted teeth when she placed the cancer stick between his lips.

Exhaling the smoke she breathed it directly into his face and he coughed few times, the harsh smoke making his eyes water. When she removed her hand from his throat he could finally catch a proper breath and fully enjoy the cig. She took a step back, but kept staring at him, the evil grin not leaving her face.

“What do you want?” He growled at her again, the tough sound that left his mouth made the lines on her forehead more visible. She slid her hand down her neck and onto the deep cleavage of her dress, “Perhaps you should stop flirting and start talking.”

The laugh that filled her whole body and bubbled on her lips, bouncing of every wall, echoing on every street, woke up the whole city, “You never were a fan of relationships” in a second she was back to absolute-and-utter-calm pinched with a small amount of revengeful spite, “rumor had it, that it all changed with Angela” he finished his cigarette and dropped it to the pavement, stepping onto it with his boot.

“Nothing changed with anyone.”

“Yet you still keep an eye on her” she started to circle him like he was her prey and she waited for the perfect moment to devour him.

After another lap he finally failed to remain calm and grabbed her wrist, stopping her from moving, “Can you tell me what the fuck do you want from me?” He tightened the grip he had on her wrist, the lace cuff of her dress tickling his skin.

With furrowed brows she took one step closer, their bodies almost pressed into each other.

“Don’t touch the flame if you don’t want to get burned” she was back to her bullshit with the sultry tone of her voice, batting eyelashes at him, the evil grin still glued to her lips.

“Cut the poetical bullshit. I’m not helping you in any way, kiss my ass sweetheart” John let go of her hand and slapped it back when she wanted to touch his.

“Jonathan, I’d love to kiss your bubbly butt, but it’s not a time nor a place for it. Besides, I wouldn’t stalk you here if it wasn’t something serious” he rolled his eyes at her and dig out another cigarette from the pack he kept in the inside pocket of his coat. She snatched it from his hand even before he had the chance to place it between his lips and crushed it in her hand letting the tobacco debris fly from it freely.

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in his throat as he tried his best not to say few things out loud. With hands clenched into fists he stood with his face directly in front of hers, “You know how my bones are itchy for you” she started with her voluptuous tone, trying to hypnotize him and his mind began to pirouette, his tensed muscles become relaxed, when his fists became un-clenched she slid a small envelope into his hand, “maybe in another life I could finally be with you” he turned to a piece of clay she could form freely with both of her hands now, “and have you, in all of the ways I always wanted to, because yes I do, I want you.”

After few blinks he finally retrieved his mental skills, “Get to the point” he spoke softly, but her figure disappeared from his vision long ago, before he was able to say anything. A loud “fuck” escaped from his lips and few by-passers turned around to see who was cursing on the street.

The only proof of her existence was the matte ivory envelope he held firmly in his hand, an unlit cigarette in other and an imprint of her red lipstick on his cheek.

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First impressions of the century

It’s a tiny something I wanted to write in ages. A piece from “Dead as dead can be”, which shows you how John meet my OFC, that includes spoilers from the movie “Constantine”. 

SUMMARY: Constantine meets someone unusual at Papa Midnite’s place.

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Constantine was surprised when he walked into Papa Midnite’s bar with such ease. The bouncer didn’t flashed him a card with riddle, waiting for him to answer, before he could let him past the entrance. And this time?

This time he just stepped aside and let him inside with all of its simplicity.

As he kept sauntering inside he could feel everyone’s eyes focused on him. Every single person was still doing their thing, but their gazes were focused on him as he was making his way through the crowd and to Papa’s office.

One particular pair of eyes caught his attention the most. Those almost black ones belonged to a woman dressed in red. She was sitting by the bar, sipping something from her glass, the dark gaze glued to John’s figure. Of course she knew who he was, everyone knew him and they knew what happened in the last few days.

She wanted to use and abuse him. To bring into reality every scenario her twisted mind came up with. Her glass filled with the delicate treat, that lingered all over her mouth, leaving few notes of vanilla and jasmine on her tongue, was slowly becoming empty and she was already wanting more.

He was in the middle of the dance floor where some unnamed force told him to stop, he tried to fight it, but there wasn’t much he could do, his feet refused to move a single inch.

The lady dressed in a red floor length gown was still eyeing him. Constantine could finally see her from a closer distance and beauty was mesmerizing, he was unable to take his eyes of her figure, like she somehow managed to put a spell on him from afar, making him dizzy.

Her thick locks in graphite looked like they were made from nothing but pure shadow, falling in cascades onto her back, ending somewhere above her loins. When she made another few steps through the crowd, walking closer to him, he was able to see the grin on her plump lips, the glittery rogue shade their were painted with shimmering in the LED light. Her eyes were dark, just like the whole make-up and there was something primal in the way he stared at him, flicking her tongue almost in slow motion across her lower lip. Everything about her was dark and it looked outstanding compared to the paleness of her skin.

She was holding a neatly carved glass in her hand with a dark red liquid poured inside it. Her eyes were still focused on John when she pressed her lips to its edge, leaving an imprint of her lips on the glass.

John was unable to look away, her gaze lit a fire in him of something he couldn’t name and he felt the need to push right through the crowd, kneel before her and simply do anything she wants him to. The view of her, of her body in a gown with too deeply cut V-neck, her neck and breasts embellished with enormous necklace would haunt him in the night time. There was a slit at the side of her dress that revealed her juicy thigh and showed off her whole leg with a huge floral tattoo in black and white, that was drawn all the way up from the side of her calf and was probably ending way beyond her panty line.

There was something magic about her, he could sense from that distance that it was somehow maleficent force but it still made him breathless. He had no idea about the name he should call her, but she was a mesmerizing being. He could stare at her for the whole eternity.

Was it wrong if the thought of him crawling on his knees was still stuck in her head? To her: not at all. Perhaps it could scare him, but with the flick of her finger she could made him absolutely weak.

Suddenly he lost her from his view, his feet able to move again and he stumbled throughout the crowd in a rush, pushing his way through all of the dancers that were swaying their bodies into the rhythm of currently playing song.

He reached the steel doors that lead to Midnite’s sanctuary and before he could raise his hand trying to knock on them they slowly opened, revealing the room. It was covered in thick layer of cigar smoke, that tempted him to have one too and John kept waving his hand in front of his face like he was trying to forbid the tobacco scent from reaching his nostrils.

John wandered further inside his office looking over his shoulder few times, trying to see if that woman perhaps decided to follow him. Papa Midnite was waiting for him, his arms outstretched in a welcoming gesture and he walked over to John when the doors closed behind him.

“You found your time to arrive here after all…” Midnite squeezed his arm too harshly, few of his bones cracking and he felt a sharp pain coming right through it. Then he patted his back with a heavy hand and walked back to the minibar, pouring another glass for John. Papa was dressed quite fancy, for the usual evening at his club. The gray tuxedo with a ivory shirt and black bow tie wasn’t the attire Constantine saw his friend in even in times when there was a big event hosted in his local. He was holding now two glasses with some cinnamon colored liquid, “Fancy an aperitif?”

“Thanks” he mumbled, taking the glass from his hand, slowly sipping the drink. It was Papa’s favorite old-school whisky brand and he only popped new bottle open when there was a truly fancy occasion to do so, “Can you tell me what’s the deal with tonight? The bouncer didn’t wanted me to answer the stupid card riddle and as I was walking to your office everyone was staring at me like they wanted to fuck me.”

Midnight laughed in his usual baritone and leaned onto the backrest of his tall chair, “We’re just happy you restored the balance.”

“The balance, yeah…” he took a sip from his glass, the thick yet spicy taste of liquor spilling all over the insides of his mouth.

“Aren’t you happy with how it all ended? Could have been worse” Papa sat at the edge of his desk, placing his glass close to him.

“Chad’s dead. Angela doesn’t want to talk to me… yeah, could have been worse.”

Midnite just sighed. Before he had the chance to say few words of reassurance the doors opened with a loud thud and someone walked inside.

“Papa!” woman’s voice chirped as she paraded inside his office, the doors closing behind her with even louder thud.

“Oh, Adrienne, what a pleasure to see you!” she smiled and walked over to Papa letting him wrap her in a tight hug. She was standing in front of John’s view, making him sigh loudly. He heard her giggle, corners of her mouth twitching a little and she turned around to face him, her white teeth almost blinding him.

“John Constantine… what a pleasure to meet you” her voice sounded like heavenly music played by legions of angels. Her skin was as white as sheet of paper and her graphite hair made her look like she just escaped from some gothic painting. The fabric of her red dress was hugging her body, emphasizing the marvelous curves she had in the right places. Adrienne just kept smiling, seeing how his eyes were swiping her figure up and down.

John was able to see her whole body up close, the paleness of her skin, her exposed thigh, as well as her tattoo that was now staring at him fully exposed in the deep cut of the material that ran along her leg. Around one of her long, pale fingers she had a thick silver ring with a rounded green gem placed in the middle and the unusual ring caught his eye. Her nails were outrageously long and painted black, she could probably cut someone with them or maybe even slit someone’s throat.

He could have sworn that even though the place had no windows and they all were deep inside a basement he heard the storm thrummed somewhere close and lightnings were slashing the night sky into pieces.

“I hope the meeting will turn into something greater in the near future” she breathed out when their gazes met and he swallowed hard seeing her dark and lustful gaze.

“I doubt it, Constantine it’s not your type, love” Papa said and Adrianne laughed loudly, placing her hand onto his arm.

“Too stubborn?” her voice was smooth like silk, she really sounded like an angel, but there wasn’t any angelic bit in the way she looked.

“Too alive.”

“Oh, I bet we can change it quite easily” she winked at John, “I’ll come again when you’re free Papa, see you around Jonathan” when she was passing him by he could have sworn that her hand brushed against his thigh.

After she disappeared he was finally able to say something.

“It was the woman that was staring at me since I entered your place” John turned around pointing his finger to the now closed door.

“Not staring, hypnotizing. You caught her eye Constantine. She’s dangerous, her blood is filled with poison… and her bite is deadlier than black widow’s bite. Don’t come anywhere near her, unless you want to be doomed.”