#keanu reves fic

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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 1

Own My Mind ♫ Måneskin

Own My Mind ♫ Måneskin x John Constantine

I'm prayin' at your altar if you know what I mean.

One moonlit evening, Constantine found himself in the centre of a web of dark magic. A malevolent force, whose origins were hidden in the whispers of the underworld, had unleashed a demonic presence on the unsuspecting city. The streets echoed with the eerie laughter of the creatures that lurked in the shadows.

Amidst the chaos, Constantine discovered an ancient altar, its malevolence penetrating the very foundations of the city. The air crackled with malevolent energy as he confronted the demonic force that sought to devour the soul of the metropolis.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica…" Constantine murmured, a defiant challenge to the malevolent entity that lurked in the supernatural realms.

As he recited ancient incantations and wielded a weapon forged from celestial steel, Constantine sensed a mysterious presence — an ethereal force drawn to the fervour of his quest. Unseen eyes watched him from the shadows, mesmerised by the determination and courage emanating from the demon hunter.

With each incantation, Constantine's surroundings seemed to quake with an otherworldly energy. The demonic laughter died away and was replaced by an eerie silence, as if the air held its breath in anticipation of the impending clash between light and shadow.

At the heart of the spiritual battlefield, Constantine's gaze caught sight of a figure cloaked in shadow — a ghostly presence lingering at the edge of the supernatural fray. The being, drawn by the resonance of the demon hunter's fervent prayers, watched him with an intensity that reflected a strange fascination.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica…" Constantine repeated, the words a rhythmic chant that reverberated through the metaphysical realms.

As the incantations intensified, the shadows parted, revealing the ghostly entity that had been drawn to Constantine's request. A subtle change occurred — a dance of cosmic energies that blurred the line between hunter and hunted.

Constantine, his senses attuned to the supernatural currents, met the enigmatic gaze of the spectral being. The air quivered with unspoken understanding — a connection that transcended the dichotomy of good and evil. In that suspended moment, the demon hunter and the spectral being found themselves connected by a cosmic thread woven from the essence of the mystical battlefield.

The demon, sensing the shift in the balance of power, backed away from the combined force opposing it. The city, once caught in the clutches of evil, heaved a sigh of relief as the supernatural storm subsided. Constantine took one last look at the ghostly creature with a weary but victorious expression on his face.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica…" he uttered once more, this time directed at the enigmatic presence that hovered in the aftermath of the battle. “And tell boss Constantine said ‘hi’, you fuck” Constantine added, showing a middle finger to the dark forces who lurked around him.

The city, freed from the clutches of demonic influence, attained a new serenity. Constantine, the demon hunter, and the spectral being, an enigma woven into the fabric of the supernatural, shared a moment of unity — a testament to the complexity of the spiritual battlefield and the unspoken connections that transcend the realms of light and shadow.

After the supernatural storm, as the city heaved a sigh of relief, Constantine and the spectral being stood face to face. The air crackled with lingering energy and their eyes met in a silent exchange of gratitude and appreciation. Without words, a magnetic pull drew them closer together until their lips met in a passionate kiss.

“You saved the altar” the being murmured against his lips, placing her hands on his chest.

“It was bombed once… and I don’t have any heavy arms on me.”

“That’s good, Constantine” she touched his lips gently, tracing them with her fingers before kissing him again.

“I’m prayin’ at your altar…” he breathed, moving his lips to the being’s neck, gently squeezing her hips and pushing her closer to the altar, “if you know what I mean.”

“Oh, I sure know what you mean, John Constantine.”

The boundaries between the hunter and the mystical being blurred, and in this unspoken union the city witnessed a union that overcame the dichotomy of good and evil. The night, once shrouded in malice, gave way to the dawn of a city reborn, where prayers and mysteries lingered in the air like the echo of an ancient hymn, and the kiss between Constantine and the spectral being came to symbolise a love that transcended the boundaries of the constant fight between good and evil and the balance he kept willing to restore.

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KINKtober: Day Eighteen

as per anonymous request it’s Mr. Wick time again 👀

“Why haven’t you told me?” he scolded you, his one hand holding both of your wrists above your head, pinning them to the wall, while the other one was kneading your breasts.

“About what?” you mumbled out, his face inches from yours, the hot breath you could feel on your lip making them tingle.

“About those” John squeezed your hard nipple between his calloused fingertips, a sudden moan escaping from your mouth.

“Because you didn’t asked me about those.”

His jaw clenched and he groaned through his gritted teeth. When he lowered his face to your chest you gasped a little, quite impatient for his next move.

But John just flicked his gaze between your face and your pierced nipples. Then he stuck out his tongue, just to twirl it around your hardened nipple, play with the piercing moving it from side to side, then sucking onto it roughly, making your whole body writhe under him.

“I’m out of town for half a year,” he suck in a breath before attaching his lips to another spot on your breast, “and you decide to get your nipples pierced” John teased the metal jewelry with his thumb, another moan leaving your mouth.

“B-because it was supposed to be a surprise” you look into his eyes only to see that lustful fire you love to lit every time he’s back from his killing spree.

He lets go of your wrists only to knead your breasts with his both hands. You’re trapped between his body and the cold wall of your hallway, your nipples slowly starting to ache from all of the teasing, but the empty feeling that comes from between your thighs is much more prominent and you squeeze them together just to have some kind of friction there.

“It was a well thought surprise darling, I must admit I really appreciate it, but it still deserves a punishment” John pinches your nipples again and you moan out his name, causing a little grin to appear on his face.

“B-but I was a good girl… haven’t been touching myself… I am so desperate for your cock baby… oh J-John please!” begging was your last resort in that case and it was quite efficient, making him softer, getting what you wanted out of him much easier.

“Oh, were you?” he breathed into your ear making you shiver.

“Y-yes…”

“And you think you deserve a reward?”

“Y-yes, p-please John…” he placed his thumb on your lips and you let it slip inside your mouth, sucking on it harshly like it was his hard cock and he groaned right into your ear, making your wetness drip down your thighs.

“Let’s see what I can do about it now.”

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Dead as dead can be: Part Two

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

Well I must admit... it’s been a really hot minute since I posted the first chapter. But but but! I was really kindly asked by few people to update this fic sooner, so here we go. We all are in Hell together!

SUMMARY: Adrienne teases and uses Constantine again after he regains his consciousness. Words: 2184; Warnings: smut (masturbation, blow-job), some blood drinking too;

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“Constantine…” her sultry voice filled his whole head, the unpleasant sinking feeling still overwhelming his whole body, the weight on his chest hasn’t moved an inch. The darkness around him was too consuming, surprisingly too pleasant and he’d much rather stay like that forever, than wake up and face the reality, “Constantine… wake up” he could feel her claws digging into the flesh of his neck, probably leaving another set of harsh marks, like he didn’t had enough of those already.

“Adrienne…” he gasped, his body jolting back into reality, eyes blinking, the unpleasant brightness of her room making him gasp once again.

She was sitting on top of him, straddling his hips, her hand brushing through his hair, “Constantine” her voice seemed louder now, like her lips were closer to his ear, almost brushing against his earlobe.

When he felt her hand creeping downwards from his chest he suddenly moved to sitting position, clasping her both wrists with his hands, “What do you think you’re doing?!” He hissed through his gritted teeth. Adrienne just laughed almost soundlessly, feeling the tight grip of his hands set her into a playful mood.

“All of those things I didn’t had the chance to do to you yesterday…” she purred, raising her eyebrow at him. He gasped out loud, feeling how the blood in his body raced south, where she grinded against him, her hips slowly moving from side to side.

He gripped her wrists tighter and she moaned, the filthy sound exploding in his ears. Her raven hair was loosely falling onto her bare shoulders, her breasts were threatening to spill from the tight crimson corset she was wearing and the flimsy panties she had on were failing in shielding her now wet cunt from the bulge that grew in Constantine’s pants.

“Don’t…” he managed to breath out before he’s again under her spell and he let’s go of her wrists. Adrienne pressed one hand to his bare chest, then began to slowly shift it downwards, her nails teasing his skin.

“Oh, I do…” she teases him, her other hand wrapped around his throat now, giving it a little squeeze, “Bloody hell, Jonathan, you don’t understand just how long I’ve wanted to do this…” Adrienne purred, gripping Constantine’s hair and pulling his head back, tilting it forcefully, John let out a silent gasp, the sound only became strangled as she moved her head down to bite his neck harshly, sinking her teeth into John’s throat deep enough to draw blood, but she pulled away when she tasted the metallic and coppery flavor of the thick red liquid, now trickling down her chin and Constantine’s neck.

“You gonna regret this, I fucking promise you…” he growled through his gritted teeth, his jaw tense, eyes focused on her.

“Perhaps we should stop at the fucking part, baby” she licked the spot on his neck where she bit him, the sound of her moan vibrating on his skin.

“I came here to discuss that fucking letter…” Constantine mumbled out, feeling how her lips were leaving little pin pricks all over his throat. His hand squeezed her hip and she moaned closely to his ear.

“You will come again, soon, I am more than sure about it.”

The woman had him wrapped around her finger once again, strandled under her on her own bed, hopeless and weak, with his delicious chest exposed, the shirt he had on too bloody from her previous teasings to wear it again. The I.V. she ordered quickly helped him feel more alive than he already was and she could feel it now, his cock betraying him again.

“Tell me you want me, John…” Adrienne mumbled out looking up at him, her sharp fangs still visible, “...tell me you want me and you can have my however you want me…” she rolled her hips into his again, receiving a guttural moan as a response.

“What’s the point of it then if I won’t remember anything afterwards?” He pressed his mouth close to her ear, his hot breath tickling her cold skin, “I can see the marks on my body, thanks to your ceiling mirror” he looked upwards and their gazes met through the polished surface, the lustful stare of her darkened pupils too primal, too wild and he was in too deep to turn back now. His skin was covered in lovebites mixing with actual bitemarks, mixing with imprints of her red lipstick, “but maybe I’d like to know how I got them, you see?”

“I had some fun with you last night” she giggled a little, the pair of sharp fangs hanging over her rouged lips a dreadful opposition to the playful sound that just left her mouth.

John gently traced her lips with his thumb and she pricked it with her fang, before letting it slip past her lips, then sucking on it lighty, making him groan, “I think I get what ‘fun’ means in your dictionary, little evil mistress.”

“Keep calling me that, Constantine, and I’d let you fuck me” he growled upon hearing her words, feeling how his pants slowly begin to fail at taming his raging erection, “I can feel that you’re quite desperate…”

“Evil mistress” he blurted out again and she grinned widely. Then she wrapped her both hands around his throat and he let out a choked moan.

“Exciting, isn’t it?” Her vicious tongue licked across his neck, leaving a wet path all the way up to his jaw line. Her nails raked through the skin of his chest and he whimpered, another moan leaving his mouth when she wiggled her hips faster this time, his throbbing erection strained by the fabric of his pants brushing against her still clothed cunt again and again.

“Be a good boy, baby” she squeezed his neck again and he fell back onto the bed, inhaling air sharply.

He sighed out with relief when she reached into his pants, started massaging his already semi-hard length through the fabric of his underwear, dipping forward to attach her lips to his neck, sucking gently on his skin the way that was driving him absolutely insane, right below his ear, like she knew the soft spot that weakened his knees and hardened his cock

Constantine arched his neck to the side to give her better access and she brought her hand to the back of his head, angling it slightly so he could reach better, suckling, kissing at his neck, adding more to the previous marks she left there.

“O-oh, fuck…” he sighed, his hips once again stirring upwards, “P-Please…”

She hummed, biting down lightly on his neck, deciding not to tease him too much, reaching into his underwear to pull out his cock, wrapping her fingers around it and starting to stroke him slowly, enjoying the way he moaned instantly, bucked his hips upwards. She let her tongue wander across the skin of his neck, soothing all of the new bitemarks.

“Oh, for fuc-… Adrienne, please…”

She smiled against his skin, her fangs still out and in full of their spiky glory, pricking his neck a little, before she started to move her hand faster, her fingers wrapped tightly around him as she pumped him, his little breaths and moans encouraging her, fuelling her already blown out ego. His Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed hard and she trailed her mouth downwards, sucking lightly at his throat, but don’t really biting him, just teasing a little, his heavy breath, the way she was slowly making him come undone, slowly making him weak staring to get to her and she pressed her legs together, the dull throbbing between her thighs becoming more and more prominent.

“My little evil mistress, I need-…”

She hummed loudly, “Mmmm, you need what, baby?” Adrienne whispered, lifting her head to look back at him, meeting his gaze, his eyes wide, begging her silently, “Do you want me to put my mouth on you, Constantine? Again?”

He swallowed hard again, his breath shaky as he exhaled, “F-Fuck, yes…” he stuttered, “Adrienne… please.”

“Oh… since you asked so nicely.”

He nodded eagerly, pressing his lips together, his eyes fluttering shut when she tugged on his hair again, then she shuffled backwards and bent forward and she gave him a few more pumps before opening her mouth and letting him sink past her lips, tight and soft around him and she pressed her tongue flat to the underside of his cock, holding her breath when she felt his hips buck forward again slightly, allowing him to push into the back of her throat, swallowing hard around him.

A strangled moan fell from his lips, his breathing now shallow and quick, “Oh, Adrienne, you’re so fu-…” Constantine drawled, his voice instantly trailing off into another moan as she swirled her tongue around him, gasping when she lifted her head and took a breath, only to tease him, but still not letting him slide of her mouth completely, suckling on the tip greedily while pumping the base of his cock with her clawed hand.

“Tell me, baby, I am what?” She asked teasingly, drawing little circles into the swollen tip of his cock.

His chest was rising and falling quickly, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and she looked up at him, his eyes instantly meeting hers, wide and focused on watching her every move carefully.

“Evil” he breathed out, “You’re fucking evil.”

“But I know you love the evil in me” she winked at him, before closing her eyes and taking all of him into her mouth again, hollowing her cheeks, then starting to suck him properly, steadying herself on his thigh with her other hand. He was breathing unevenly, praises rolling off his tongue continuously, his voice deeper and she could feel the tension slowly leaving his body, moaning around him and sending vibrations up his body. He threw his head back with a soft sigh, his eyes shut tightly.

“You’re so fucking good at it… you should be giving other girls lessons on how to suck cock properly…”

She took him all the way into her mouth again, past her rouged lips pressed tightly to him to create more friction until she felt his tip at the back of her throat again, swallowing around him and holding him there for a moment, his breath hitching in his throat and she whimpered as he pulled her up by the hair, breathing out shakily.

Adrienne looked back at him with wide eyes, growling through her gritted teeth, “Baby?”

“Don’t want to… f-fuck, I … I want to be inside y-you…”

Her lips curled into a smile and she reached out to brush her fingers through his hair again, “How do you want me, baby?”

Constantine swallowed hard, “F-fuck, Adrienne, I want you on top of me…” he drawled, biting his lip. “Want to watch you ride me…”

She smirked, leaning in to press a soft peck to his lips, the look on his face priceless when she drew back to slide of the bed. His eyes were blown wide when he watched her shuffle out of her corset, his face raw red and before she could even step out of her flimsy underwear, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her eagerly back onto the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around her, lips on hers in no time, hungry, desperate, his tongue demanding entrance into her mouth and she parted her lips, moaning quietly.

“Mmm, want to do it your way, baby?”

“You’re so fucking hot… and evil, I need you so bad…” he sighed against her lips, kissing her deeply, his grabby hands toying with her breasts, giving her nipples a little squeeze.

She ran her fingers through his hair again, rolling her hips against his, his hard cock brushing right up against her clit and she moaned into his mouth, breathing shakily as she began to slowly grind on him again.

He moaned, biting her lip teasingly, shifting to adjust her position. His hands on her breasts, his lips eagerly on hers, kissing her passionately as his fingertips toyed with her hard nipples.

Adrienne leaned forward, pressed her body against his, his hands warm and rough against her skin and she moaned, “Mmmm, Constantine…” Adrienne whined, rolling her hips into his again, crying out quietly, her mind clouded with lust, desperate to feel more, feel him inside her.

He broke the kiss, looking back at her with a lustful gaze, “You’re so fucking hot…”

She raised her eyebrow at him, looking down and sitting up to push herself to her knees, a soft gasp escaping his lips when she gripped his cock again, angling her hips just right and pushing her underwear aside, positioning his tip against her entrance.

He breathed out shakily, forced his eyes open to look back at her, halting all of his movements, “You think you can handle this, baby?” She looked up at him, cocking an eyebrow, before he let out a shaky breath and nodded eagerly few times.

“I’m all yours, evil mistress…”

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Prompt #2: “Oh, yeah? Bite me!” with Keanu Reeves

The lights were dimmed, the wine give you a little buzz and he caught you sneaking out of kitchen with the half full bottle.

“You shouldn’t be drinking that much, darling” Keanu said to you, as you passed him, wiggling the bottle in your hand.

“Oh, yeah? Bite me!” you yelled at him, as you were on the other side of the room and he caught up to you, throwing your body over his shoulder.

“Mmm… let’s talk about it in the bedroom, shall we?” his large hand slid under your panties, cupping your butt cheek, as he gave you a playful slap. He walked to your bedroom, placed your body carefully on your large bed and snatched the bottle from your hand.

“Hey, I was still drinking that!” you looked at him with pouty lips, but the puppy eyes weren’t working this time. Keanu placed the bottle onto the dresser and climbed atop of you, pinning your wrists right above your head.

“I thought you said “bite me” darling” he breathed against your skin, eliciting a shiver that slid down your spine and turned into pulsing heat right between your legs.

“Y-yes” you mumbled, feeling his lips pressed to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses all the way to your collarbone.

“Say it again” it sounded like a command and you could feel the rush of wetness that was now damping your panties.

“Bite me” those two words rolled off your tongue effortlessly and right after you said them, he gently bit his teeth into your skin, sucking at it roughly at the same time, making sure you’re have a harsh mark by the next morning.

“I’m going to mark you as mine, so all of those fuckers will know you belong to someone” his sucklings became more intense and he tried to ease them with flicks of his tongue.

“P-please don’t stop” you groaned, writhing under him. He gripped your wrists tighter and you felt his throbbing erection pressed into your thigh.

“How does it feel, to be all mine?” his voice is raspy and you feel his hot breath at the soft skin right between your breasts.

“Perfect” you almost moan, feeling how his tongue teases your semi hard nipples through the flimsy fabric of your nightgown.

“Mmmm… everything is perfect, just like you are, darling.”