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☆ ── YOUNGER THAN YOU

☆ ── he knew it was wrong to involve himself with someone younger than him. but it felt so good. ☆ ── age gap ( reader is in her 20’s and john is in his 40’s ) , emotionally closed off john , daddy issues ( not me projecting ) , smut ( p—in—v s*x ) , squirting , listen to younger than you by whirr

john sat in an empty booth, nursing a glass of alcohol that he would sip from time to time. the burning sensation every time he swallows kept him alive. he watched as the criminals socialized around him. he remembered when he was like them

he would be able to talk to anyone without a problem. now, he felt like an outcast. despite the fact that people feared him when his name was spoken.

he hated interactions that weren’t needed. he was a man that spoke a few words.

but you? everything was different with you. ever since helen passed away, he kept telling himself that he’ll never find love again.

but he kept finding himself tangled in bed with you at night. spending his mornings with you.

he even almost forgot about helen. you could take her place. but…something kept eating him alive.

you are too young. you were mature. you could take care of yourself. you were strong. mentally and physically. but in reality, you were too young.

──

“johnny.” you wrap your arms around his waist as he makes himself a bowl of cereal. you kissed his bare back, his scent filling your nostrils. he must have taken a shower recently.

“i missed you tonight. where did you go?” your hands travel up to his chest. “i needed some fresh air.”

in your mind, you knew that was code for “i needed some time to think about something.”

“what did you think about?” he takes a breath. “i think we should end this.” your arms leave his torso, taking a step back, “what?” he turns to you, that same stoic look on his face. “you’re too young for me. you need a man who is around your age. someone who knows what do with you.”

you scoff, “you must be joking right? when was age ever a problem between us?” “you don’t underst—” “no you don’t understand! i don’t want anyone else. i just want you, wick.”

you take your place again, in front of him, instead taking his arms to wrap around you. he would’ve moved his arms back but he didn’t. he couldn’t resist you. you were his kryptonite.

he pulled you closer. “i don’t know how i could live without you.” he bends down, taking your lips with his. you moan in the kiss, sending electric signals in his body.

he pats your thigh, telling you to jump. you wrap your legs around his waist as walks up to his your shared bedroom.

you bounce on the bed, giggling. your clothes quickly ripped, which he promised you that he would buy some more.

he placed himself between your legs, kissing up your thigh while one hand places itself on your breast. “john.” he hums in response. “please. no foreplay today.”

he chuckles darkly. “impatient, are we?” his clothes were taken off, his tip prodding at your hole, “you—” “just do it, please!” you whine.

the first thrust was hard. he practically slip you open. for an old man, he knew how to fuck.

his hands gripped your hips, letting him stroke deeper. “fuck—” you let out a strangled moan. his hips thrust in rhythm, hitting that sensitive spot on your spongey walls. “i could never leave you.” he bends down, kissing your neck. “i love you.”

a knot forms in your stomach, threatening to rip. “john, i think i’m—” “come.” his thrust get faster, chasing for both your orgasms. “s-shit.”

a liquid substance covers both of your legs. you were hoping he didn’t notice. but he did, he groaned in pleasure. “fuck.” he released in you, white painting your walls.

he pulls out, laying next to you. “i hope you’re on the pill.” your eyes widen, “you finished inside me?” silence covers the room.

he wraps his arm around your waist, “i wouldn’t be opposed to having a kid with you.”

☆ ── IN EVERY MOMENT

☆ ── you and ted decide to time travel forward in time to see if you two are still together. ☆ ── self deprecating reader , fluff , time travel , reader and ted have children together , himbo ted for real , post bill and ted’s excellent adventure

you laid in your bed, your pillow stained with tears. you had heard about his trip in england. the princess he mad met. the way he had talked about them made your heart twinge.

you heard a pebble hit your window. you knew it was ted, but you didn’t have the energy to answer. that was until he threw a whole rock at your window, breaking it.

you ran to the window, lifting it up and sticking your head out. “are you fricking crazy? you threw a whole rock?!” he shrugs, “i didn’t think it was gonna break it.”

“it’s a rock!” you shake your head, “can i come up?” “whatever.” he places the ladder at your window as you walk back to your bed. “why are you laying down? it’s like,” he looks at your clock. “4 pm. and it’s summer! you should be outside.”

“i don’t wanna go anywhere. just leave me alone, ted.” you lift the covers over you, turning yourself away from him. “did…did i do something?”

the pain in his voice hurt you. he didn’t do anything, you were just insecure. “no ted. you didn’t do anything. i’m just not having the best day right now.” he sits next to you. “hey, i have an idea! we should go time travel to see what our future lives would look like.” you sit up, smiling. “why not.”

—

april 13, 2013

you step out of the phone box, amazed by what’s in front of you. “ted, come out here.” you point at your future you.

you were outside, watching you children. then, ted comes out, wrapping his arms around your waist and stuffing his face in the crook of your neck. like he does…now?

“wow! you’re prettier than now.” you knew he meant that in a good way. you laugh, “we have kids together. they look like you ted.”

he laughs, “they do. oh my god! we’re gonna have kids!” he picks you up and swings you around.

this trip lifted the mood for you. it made you realize the you had ted wrapped your finger. “i can’t wait to have kids. i gotta tell bill!”

he really loved you.

rx queen

being his guardian angel, john wants to taint you a bit

go to listen to , angel by massive attack n rx queen by deftones

🐇 ; halfangel!reader , reader being john’s guardian angel , based off of constantine ( 2005 ) , smut , the reader’s skin tone . hair type/color . or looks are not described so imagine whoever , i was not mentally stable while writing this

john takes out, yet, another cigarette and placing it between his lips before you had interrupted him. “what did i tell you about smoking, john?” appearing out of thin air, you take the cigarette from his lips, flinging it somewhere behind you.

he grunts, sitting up to meet you, “i can take having a guardian angel, but an annoying one is too much.”

false.

he enjoyed your company. whether you were forced to be around him or not, he liked having you around.

“you’ll kill yourself before we can make any progress of you getting into heaven.” you place a hand on his knee, “enough with the cigarettes.” he rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, “it’s not that easy, sweetheart.”

“sure it is. just drop the cigarette.” you shrug. “you’ve never smoked before, have you?” you shake your head, earning a snigger from him.

“c’mere.” you sit closer to him, placing yourself on the side of his bed. the back of his hand glides across your wings, making you shutter. “you liked that, didn’t you?” he chuckles.

he weightlessly picks you up, placing you between his legs, your wings automatically retracting. “john, what are you doing?” he holds a finger to your lips, silencing you, “ever since god blessed me with you, i just wanted to ruin you. fuck up whatever amount of innocence you have left within you.”

his fingers trace the apple of your cheek, “you’re beautiful.” his lips press along the back of your neck, “stunning, even.” his hands sneak pass the waistline of your pants, surpassing your panties. “you were wet this whole time.” he teases, playing with your sensitive bud.

what is this feeling? and why does it feel so good?

“don’t fight it, doll. give in.” he covers his middle and ring finger with your slick before stuffing his fingers in you.

“j-john.” you flutter your eyes, moaning in pleasure. “such a good girl.” he coaxes you. your head lull back, john takes your lips into his.

he was going to have fun with you.

divider by , @v6que

⋆୨୧ glory box

→ ⋆୨୧ ; a drabble of mean!john (just slapping :p) .

go listen to ; glory box by portishead

→ 🩰 ; fem!reader , bottom!sub!reader , top!dom!john , mean!john , john making the reader say ‘ i love you ‘ , overstimulation , dacryphilia , smut , pwp , slapping , reader’s skin tone . hair type/color . or looks are not described

“say it again.” he commands. he slaps you in the face. “say it again, bitch!” his hard thrusts mind fucked you. you were babbling your sentences and moaning your words.

he held on the headboard behind you, steadying himself. “you’re not coming until you say it again.” the overstimulation brought tears to your eyes. whenever you got close, he’d slow his thrusts, making you whine.

“come on, doll.” he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, “just say it and you can feel good. i promise.” his thumb swipes your tears away.

you grip the sheets under you, your knuckles turning white. “come on , sweetheart.” he strikes you across the face again. “i can do this all day.” and he wasn’t lying.

“i—nngh!” his cock hit that spot. he was making this hard on purpose. “i love you, john.” he smirks, “aww, now the fun is over.” he pouts.

i’m fighting the urge to make a fic based off of shades of cool rn

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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.”

taglist ;; @iovesia

⋆୨୧ working buddies

→ ⋆୨୧ ;; your hacker co-worker has taken a liking to you .

→ 🩰 ;; masturbation, (neo’s end) , neo liking the reader , not a lot to describe 🤷🏽‍♀️ , reader’s race . looks . hair type or color is not specified

“knock knock.” you catch his attention, “brought you some coffee, anderson.” you hug his side, placing the coffee on his desk. “we have a meeting in 15 so,” you fix his tie, tightening it, “look presentable.”

all neo thomas could do was smile at you. he loved that you cared for him. he thought that it was adorable. but he was infatuated with you.

ever since you started working with him, he wanted to know everything about you. you favorite color, favorite food, favorite artist or band. your bra size.

once he made it to his dingy apartment, his mind was just…full of you. you had actually cared about him, you might even loved him. he thought to himself. removing his clothes off of him, he took the polaroids that he took of you (ones you don’t know about).

his hands traveled to the tent in his pants. his cock was crying for attention. this is wrong, he thinks to himself. she’s my co-worker. but the urge was too much. that pencil skirt you wore had him straining in his pants.

his slender fingers slid under his boxers, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock. “fuck.” he slid the pad of his thumb over his leaking tip, teasing himself.

he closed his eyes, imagining that his hand was your cunt. squeezing around him with each thrust he gave you. he could only imagine your moans and whines. you begging him to come in you.

and he would grant your wish. he wanted you to be happy and pleased.

before he knew it, his hand was covered with his load. “shit. shit!” he rushed to the bathroom to clean off his hand. he turns off the faucet, looking in the mirror. i have to talk to her soon.

synopsis ; after being pestered for weeks about going to ted’s party, you finally stepped out of your comfort zone. notes ; evil!ted , i only used pictures of keanu ooc bc i couldn’t find a good one , s*x , i tried making this have an 80’s feeling , that’s about it 🫠 , reader’s race . ethnicity . hair type or color is not specified

“you’re such a buzzkill. you’re wearing jean shorts and a spaghetti top to ted’s party.” sophie scoffs, applying her red bright lipstick that you advised her not to wear while holding her handheld mirror.

“you know i don’t like going out to parties. they always get ruined by the police.” you shrug.

your friends were not helping your anxiety in any way. they were picking fun at how you dressed, put on your makeup, the way you did your hair. it wasn’t your fault that you weren’t a quick-curl barbie.

“can we just get this over with? i wanna go home.” you stand up, crossing your arms. “yeah, daniel should be here in a minute.”

ah yes. daniel. the boy you’ve tried telling sophie that he wasn’t the one. he’s hit on you many times. sometimes even in front of her. groped you. the whole 9 yards. but she was to in love to see how much of a bad man he is.

you roll your eyes, waiting for this whole night to be over.

“there’s ted!” sophie squeals, pointing at the party host. he was talking to some jocks that go to your school. all with bad rep.

the house was full and trashed. you could barely make it to the couch without being pushed or sandwiched in between someone.

“someone having a bad time?” ted leans over the couch, whisper ling in your ear.

this wasn’t your first encounter with him. once, you and him and a project together. but of course, you did all the work and only got half credit.

you were real picky about your grades and now that ted logan came in and screwed it all up, you tried avoiding him.

“you just love bothering me, huh?” you cross your arms and your leg. “you didn’t get enough when you screwed up my grade?” he scoffs, “it was a C. get over it.” he jumps over the couch, sitting next to you.

“what are you doing here anyways? you don’t like going out from what i heard.” he rests his arm behind you, watching the party go on. “my friends basically forced me to get out.” you sigh.

“good,” he snickers. “your face was always stuffed in a book.” “oh shut up. you’re mad because you have a 4th grade reading level.” you tease.

the both of you turned your head to each other at the same time, laughing.

you don’t remember what happened in the in between. but now ted was naked and shedding off your clothes. “i knew you were hot under those clothes.” he chuckles, taking a nipple into his mouth and swiping the pad of his thumb on the other, making you shiver.

“fuck, ted.” your back arches. his teeth slightly nibble at your bud, “ted.” you smack his head, making him laugh. “i was having fun.” “not while chewing on my tit.”

he softly laughs, crawling on top of you. “we should’ve done this sooner.” he kisses your collarbone while sliding in you. “you better pull out, ted.” you wince, adjusting to size.

he hissed at how tightly you clenched around him. “fuck, baby. you might cut my dick off.” he laughs as his hips start thrusting in you. one hand was placed on your waist and the other was holding your hand beside your head.

for some reason, the thrusts felt…passionate. like he’s been needing this from you. “yes, yes.” you chant, coaxing him to go faster. “fuck yes.” your eyes were screwed shut.

he rested his head in the crook of your neck, suppressing his moans and grunts as the tip of his cock kissed your walls. “you feel like heaven.” he kisses behind your ear

your toes were curled. legs were shaking. you could barely talk. all signs of how close your orgasm was. “that’s right , baby. come.” he gave one more sharp thrust before the knot in your stomach broke.

he grunts before pulling out and flipping you on your stomach in one quick motion. “te-” his cock was pushed into you again but he was pounding into you.

his grip on your hips were sure to leave bruises tomorrow. the wind was knocked out of you. only pants and grunts slipped from ted’s mouth. “fuck yes.” he bit his lip. “fuck, baby.” his hip snapped before he pulled out, spilling his seed on your back.

“je-jesus.” he pants out, flopping beside you. “your nut is on my back.” you point out. “so?” he shrugs, not understanding why you seem upset. “how am i gonna get it off?!”

he chuckles at how concerned you are then kisses your cheek. “i’ll clean it up tomorrow.”

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JOHN WICK + PRIMAL KINK (kinda?)

inspo ;

”stop running away or i can stop right fucking now.” he twirls your hair around his wrist, tugging your back to his bare chest. his sudden burst of aggression made you whimper and shake.

after getting his car back from abram, bruised, full of adrenaline and clearly upset, he saw that it was only fit that he took his anger out on you. not in way that hurts your feelings. but to abuse your cunt. to make your brain turn into putty as your cunt squeezes around him, coating his cock with your arousal.

“this cunt belongs to me. me only. mine to fuck, abuse, pleasure. whatever i please to do to you, you will take it all.”

the apples of your cheeks were red, glazed by your tears that would momentarily roll down. “john, please.” you beg —pleaded— for him to slow down a bit, give you some grace.

but grace was and has never been in his vocabulary. he killed people for a living. with his bare hands that are now wrapped around your throat. how silly are you to ask for mercy?

“begging gets you nowhere, sweetheart. you need to earn it.” he chuckles darkly, his hot breath tickling your neck. a sharp thrust was enough to send you over the edge, your back arching as you reached your climax.

“baby, you might be done. but i still need a release.

me while writing this ;;

taglist ;; @iovesia

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀assigning the wickverse characters links ! !

characters ;;

— ted logan , john wick , constantine , kevin , neo

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ted logan 🎸

— before ted met you , he was a virgin. he had never experimented with women because…well he just never cared for it. his main goal was to become a rock star.

— when the two of you got together , sex wasn’t even on the table. you two were to happy together without it to even bring it up.

— until he heard some boys in one of his classes talking about their sex life. “she was screaming bad. she enjoyed every inch.” “she won’t leave me after that.”

— ‘were you happy with him?’ ‘did you want sex?’ ‘was he enough for you?’ his mind was flooded with self deprecating thoughts , making him more insecure about himself. he didn’t want you to leave him.

— so he did what he could. he went to the back of blockbusters , looking for any popular porno for him to learn how to pleasure a woman. “sick.”

“teddy.” you gasp as he softly pushes you on his bed. “shh. i’ve got you, baby. just let me take the lead.” he kisses down your neck. he rolls your shirt over your head, rubbing his hand over your soft skin. ‘what’s gotten into him’ you thought. your bra and panties were next to go, leaving you naked in front of him. “shit…” he didn’t think this all through. he imagined everything but he didn’t actually expect all of this to happened. but he he pulled himself together, taking a deep breath and leveling his mind. “you’re beautiful.” he kisses down your leg, stopping at your inner thighs. you didn’t know how to react. you and ted both were virgins from what you knew. how was he so confident about this? but you weren’t really complaining. the way his tongue flick across your clit was intoxicating. “oh my god , ted.” your fingers card through his brown locks. “don’t—don’t stop.” you whine , squeezing your thighs around his head. his wet tongue licks through your folds , making your shiver in pleasure. “you can’t be finished already , babe. we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff.” he chuckles like nothing has happened. like he wasn’t the one making your legs shaken two seconds ago.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀john constantine 🛁

— christ. why was being with a woman so hard? to him , they were sensitive being loaded with unnecessary emotions and uneven hormones. you and him had gotten into another argument and haven’t talked in weeks.

— he kept telling himself that he didn’t need you and that he waited for you to cave in first. but a man has his needs. and he needed to let out his saved sexual tension.

— his fist would only work for so long. he needed the real thing. or at least look at the real thing. he remembers the stacked of recorded sex tapes the both of you needed.

“fuck it.” he tosses his cigarette across the room after budding it out. he walks over the the pile of tapes. special tapes. if you wouldn’t give it up , he had a way to still get off with you. he pulls out his cock out its confinement , groaning as he sees how angry his tip is , oozing pre-cum. “sonfabitch.” he presses the play button , stroking his length. “john.” your moans came from the speakers of the tv. his grip on your hips were like iron. his tip kisses the hilt of your cunt , making your brain feel like mush. “please.” you grab his hand , attempting to pull it off you. “move.” he swats your head away. “stay still.” he groan , his head lolling backwards. “goddamnit!” he groans, tucking himself back in. he reaches for his phone, looking for your contact. the line goes to voicemail but that doesn’t stop him. “baby, i’m sorry. just come over.”

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ mr. wick ✏️

— he’d been really mean lately. really mean. he would lash out at on you with simple things , depriving you of attention , making you feel like shit. and you had enough of it.

— one night , as he was winding down , you straddled his hips , giving him no room to move. and frankly , he wasn’t disappointed. you looked so sexy on top of him , taking initiative. it was until your rode him at he regretted how he treated you.

“baby. i’m sorry. please.” this was the first time you’ve seen him whine, beg none the less. you restricted him the privilege to touching you. he was twitching under you as you rode him to oblivion. “i’m sorry, honey. please just let me touch you.” he tries to touch your thigh, just wanting to touch one piece of you. “fucking touch me one more time and i’m tying you up.” you pull his wrists over his hand. “sweetheart, this is unfair. i just—” he groans as you sink yourself on his cock again. “shit!” he seethe through his teeth. “i swear after you’re done, i’m fucking you through the damn mattress.”

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ kevin lomax 💸

— now listen. just listen.

— after a gala (or whatever you call it) , he just wanted to fuck you in that dress you dawned tonight. he was tempted to fuck you in public , giving everyone a show to see but that would be unruly of him.

— he decided to take you home and have his way with you but you looked too fucking hot for him not to have you right then and there.

“come on, baby. cum on my fingers , please.” in addition to his fingers , his faint country accent was sending over the damn edge. his digits were coated with your slick , making velvety sounds every time they pushed in and out out you. he curls his fingers , pulsing them inside of you. “we’re not making it home until you cum.” he chuckles. “kev…” you moan, leaning your head on the window behind you. the feeling was euphoric , overwhelming. you wanted to let go then and there but he was teasing you bad , making you chase your own orgasm. “i guess you don’t want to feel good. huh , sugar?”

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ neo 📀

— mutual masturb*tion! i headcanon the neo loves this shit. you stroking his cock lazily as his fingers pump inside of you.

— his whimpers and moans make you wetter and wetter by the second. how cute was it to have the one submit under your touch? fucking beautiful.

“you’re doing so good , baby.” the time count has been lost. all you knew was that it was time to kill the lights. both you and neo were restless and needed a quick release. you were too lazy to remove your clothes and so was he. you snuck your hand under his loose sweats , softly grabbing his cock. his hips jerked at the sudden touch. “calm down, baby. i haven’t even started.” you teased. “baby…” your lips ghost over his adam’s apple , nipping carefully at his throat. you spread his pre-cum over his tip , eliciting a loud whimper from his lips. “hush, neo. do you want to wake up the ship?” you softly chuckle. he felt bad that you were doing all the work in his. he wanted to hear you moan also. he missed you after all these runs he’s been on. the only time he could catch you was when he went to sleep. his thumbs draws tight circles around your clothed clit. “n—neo.” you almost fold. almost. “i can’t be the only one having fun, right?” he pulls you in for a kiss. this is gonna be a loooong night.

i—don’t say anything…i had an idea

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i'm actually in my keanu reeves era again so please send some requests

If you’re doing John wick, I have a few requests

1: a very fluffy one shot with John and reader

2: John is in the middle of a job at a nightclub and he asks the reader where his target is. The reader gives the info cause they’re fed up with the target being an asshole.

3: the marquis puts his significant other or sibling reader into a safe house to protect them from John wick.

i gotchu

you swirl you glass of liquor around, staring at the boring football game being displayed on the small television above you. you dreaded going to bars, but you were the gossip girl in this assassination field.

it was your job to know everything. who killed who, where they would be. everything. but spilling this knowledge came with a price.

“i don’t care who wins.” you roll your eyes, closing them as you take a gulp of your drink, the alcohol burning your throat. “i need information on the whereabouts of Ronan.”

the infamous Baba Yaga stalks over you, waiting for you to turn in your chair. “no convo prep?” you sigh, turning around in your chair. “what will i get in return?” you saw him reach down in his pocket, hearing the sound of coins click together. “save it. it was a test to see if you were serious. just kill the bastard.”

“such language. almost sounds like you hate him.” despite his stoic expression, you sensed a hint of humor in his tone. “i don’t care how you kill him. just make sure he doesn’t see the next sunrise.”

he chuckles. “what has he done to you for you to feel that way?” you take a breath, tryin not you get upset as you remember a few memories. “long story he left me for dead once.”

john hums. “i’ll take a stab another stab at him. as revenge for you.” he winks. from hearing all these horror stories from people who’ve encountered him, he seems like a genuine man.

“what about you? why are you goin’ after the man?” your body loosens. “ah,” he takes a sharp inhale, “i have a list of people who participated in taking my life away from you. luckily for you, he’s up there.”

“and luckily for you,” you pull out a notepad from your back pocket, scribbling some words and locations down before ripping the paper off, pressing it against his chest. “i know where he’s been.”

john’s eyes search through yours, finding a glint of attraction reflecting from him to you. “may your journey be quick and his death swift.” you hop off the stool, walking out the bar.

he skims over the paper, his eyes locking with a series of numbers and a “xoxo” written at the bottom. “what a woman.” he smiles, shaking his head, stuffing the paper in his breast pocket as he leaves the bar.

i haven't been sleeping good so if this doesn't make sense...i don't know what to tell you

Hiii can I ask for a John Constantin fic. Where the reader was helping him with whatever he’s doing but accidentally got hurt and John being very worried. Lots of fluff pls

Thank you!!!!!🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

ingredients ;; soft!jc , injuries , fluff

"the caller said the demon has been hiding for ." john walks in front of you, flickering the flashlight around the hall. you enjoyed working him but dreaded being babied. you weren't an apprentice like chas was. far from it. you've been working with john ever since he started this exorcism field.

you attempt to walk in front of john. "don't," he holds his arm out in front of you. "can't risk you getting hurt." his words earn a scoff from you. "you do know i've been working with you since forever." you roll your eyes, moving past his arm, entering a dark room. "all cle-" before you could finish your words, the floor under you caves in, a tentacle-like thing wrapping around your legs.

"john!" you grab the edge of the floor, trying to resist the pull. "[name]!" john runs over to you, putting you up before cutting the tentacle off your leg. he pulls you over to a wall, sitting you up. "i'll be right back."

you looked away from him as he patches up the scratches and plucks out the splinters from your torso. you were too scared shitless to even fall what had happened to you. usually, you were the one to patch him up after a mission. "i told you to not do anything." you huff, "then what's the point of me being here?"

he sighs, knowing what was to come. "i'm not calling you weak. hell, you're way more experienced than me. i just don't want you taking the punch." he stands up, taking a soft grip on your face to turn your face towards him

"hey," he smiles, "i care about you." this was his way of saying i love you. "thank you, john."