Can I Request A John Constantine Smut Where The Reader Is His Assistant And They Have Sex On Constantine's

can i request a john Constantine smut where the reader is his assistant and they have sex on constantine's desk? (P.s: i love your writing style<3)

“here.” you slide a file on his desk. “i know you’re on ‘vacation’ but the guy really wanted me to give this to you.” he takes a drag from his cigarette as he opens the file. “it can wait.”

he tosses the cigarette in his ashtray. “c’mere for a minute.” he sighs. you step around his desk, now standing in front of him. “why do you wear this skirt?” he plays with the bottom of it, almost tugging at it. “it’s like you want something from me.” he smiles, looking up at you.

“sir—” you were pushed on his desk before you could answer. “is that what you want? you want me to fuck you?” his hands slide under your skirt, rubbing your bare thighs. “answer me, sweetheart.” he whispers on your neck, his breath tickling you.

you could hear his belt come undone and the sound of his pants falling. “something we’ve done before, right?” he chuckles before kissing you.

he’s right. this isn’t new to the both of you. sex was a reoccurring thing with you two. one glance and he’s already inside of you.

he pulls the seat of your panties aside before plunging inside of you, earning a gasp from your lips. “shh, baby. i’ve got you.” he was being weirdly nice this time. it was unnerving.

usually, he’d gag you. having you crying your eyes out. smacking your across the face or letting bruises on your hips. but now? he was being soft. loving…in a way.

he rocked his hips into slowly, still pleasuring the both of you. he takes your hand in his, placing a kiss on the back of it. “i’ve got you.”

he places one hand on the small of your back and the other on your hip. suddenly, his hips snap hard into you. “fuck!” his quickens his pace. “i missed this pussy, baby.” he groans, pulling your hips closer.

“you feel that, baby? you feel me? come.” he puts your thigh. “come, baby.” your orgasm washed over the both you, him releasing his hot load into you.

both of you started panting as your mind became unclouded and started to regain your composure. “so, about those files.”

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i can make c.ai bots🤭

why r you such a good writer wtf i love your work 😭😭 i was wondering if you wrote for graves? if so, i was wondering if you could please write smth about the reader being higher military (like a colonel/ssg or something) and is KIA but the actually faked it so they waltz in when graves is grieving?

→ ⋆ title ୨୧ ;; HEROES NEVER DIE

→ ⋆ synopsis ୨୧ ;; graves has yet to figure out your abrupt disappearance after a mission. → ⋆ notes ୨୧ ;; faked death, angst with a full ending, colonel!reader, forgive me . i don’t know shit about the military but my dad’s in it if it counts😭 , i wrote this at 5 am so bear with me , the reader’s race , ethnicity, hair , or looks are not specified

“you know i like that shit!” you exclaim, proud of your soldiers. the shadow company and phoenix force had orders to come together for a save-and-rescue mission in bangkok. a new terrorist organization had disturbed the peacefulness of the residents of their home country

during the multiple operations for the shadow company and phoenix force coming together, graves took a liking to you. it was hard for him to crack your code. you were a woman of morals. work was the most important thing to you.

and falling in love in a work area? not ideal. but, it was graves. he always got what he wanted.

“uh, ya know you got that from me, right?” phillip struts over to you, a hand on his hip. “that just means i hang out with you too much.” you smile, popping a hip out. “c’mere, colonel.” phillip pulls you by one of your loose hooks on your vest, kissing you.

before he could see it, a red dot centered right on your forehead. “mo—”

pang

blood splattered all over graves. he was…confused. what just happened? why can’t he move? why is he breathing so hard right now?

he scrambled to your body, staring at the large bullet hole in your forehead. whoever it was had it out for you.

“no, no, no!” he wiped the blood spilling from your lips. “you can’t. you can’t die.” this was the first time you would see him vulnerable. and the moment wouldn’t even last long.

you weakly lift your arm, caressing his cheek. “it’ll all make sense one day.”

those were the last words you spoke to him. they didn’t make sense. he’d understand? wha—where you supposed to die? was this planned before? where you in on it?

6 years had passed. you were assumed dead by many. you haven’t been seen by anyone. all anybody knew that you were KIA. graves refused to give details during debrief. he didn’t want to remember his lover dying in his arms.

he shook his head at the thought, turning back to his computer. general shepard had sent him some files and forms to look at. he wished to be at his house, laying in his bed and staring at the ceiling. like he’s been doing for years now. but duty calls.

“knock knock, commander.”

he sighed, not wanting to be bothered for the day. maybe even the rest of his career. “it’s open.” he groaned. “well, you haven’t changed a bit, have you?” you chuckle.

his head snapped towards you. he couldn’t believe it. did the government clone you? is this real right now?

he could care less. he missed you like hell and he finally has you in front of him. “you’re fucking alive!” he pushes his chair back, running around his desk to hug you. “jesus, you’re alive.” he sobs, pulling you closer. he puts his hand in your hair, squeezing it to make sure this is real and not a dream.

“phillip, i’m—” “i don’t care what happened,” he sniffles, “i’m just glad you’re alive.”

his tears soak the top part of your tee. but you didn’t mind. you knew how much graves was hurting inside. if it were up to you, you would’ve never faked your death.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, graves. i didn’t want to.” you explained. the last thing you wanted was for him to hate you. “i know, honey. i know.” his voice cracks. “don’t leave me again. swear you won’t.” he pulls a few pieces of your hair behind your ear.

“i promise.”

i love ur acc sm and ur such a good writer 🤞🏼 i love how u write for john wick and graves but i am here to say that ur c.ai bot is sauur good i saw it on iovesia's blog and i had to check it out i luv it !!!

i never thought i’d hear/see those words🤭i’m working on a neo one rn

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i just really can’t believe it. aside from fezco. aside from what he’s known for. he was a really chill and funny dude man. i just wish he had the help he needed. his death hurt millions, me included.

rest in peace. we love you.

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There are a lot of Keanu's works on youtube

Night Heat (1985) season 1 ep 1 and 2

One Step Away (1985)

Youngblood (1986)

Flying (1986)

Young Again (1986)

Act of Vegeance (1986)

Babes in Toyland (1986)

Under the Influence (1986)

The Brotherhood of Justice (1987)

The Prince of Pennsylvania (1988)

Life Under Water (1989)

Tune in Tomorrow (1990)

Freaked (1993)

i’m giving you a fatass digital kiss rn

thank you love❤️🥰