#Johanna Constantine X reader

[multi-fandom-enjoyer]

The clicking sound of a door being unlocked is heard, followed by Y/n Zatara and Johanna Constantine walking into their apartment, both covered in sulfur and blood.

Y/n: So much for a relaxing Halloween.

They say right before collapsing on the couch before saying:

Y/n: Ydnac nommus

A bowl of wrapped candies appears on their lap.

Johanna: I told you it wouldn't be easy. Working with an exorcist is different. Dating one... That's another story.

Y/n: Well, it's a good thing I'm just crazy enough to walk with you.

Johanna lets out a chuckle before sitting next to Y/n and takes a box of candy cigarettes from the bowl.

[littledollll]

Y/n and Constantine observing Lucifer from afar

Y/n: “that’s them. That’s the person I have a crush on. Thoughts?”

Johanna: “and prayers babe. What the fuck?”

[notallsandmen]

Johanna Constantine — Resident disastersexual

[swanimagines]

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EVERYTHING FOR THE SANDMAN

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Goddess in Your Sheets ~Johanna Constantine xFem Reader

Johanna waking reader up creatively…

Mommy… Master List

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, consensual morning sex, scissoring/grinding, pet names, etc.

Enjoy (;

Johanna awoke as the sun crept into the room through the windows. She never was a deep sleeper… She turned around to find your still sleeping frame. The woman gazed upon your innocent, relaxed state, taking in all your features.

A thought then struck her. A conversation that the two of you had had recently… About how you were curious at the idea of waking up to being pleasured…

A smirk came upon the Johanna’s face as she carefully began to remove the blanket which was covering you. You were sleeping on your back, which only made this so much easier… The brunette then swiftly removed all of her clothing, and then carefully crawled on top of your sleeping frame.

Fuck, she could already feel her own arousal growing…

As she slowly began to interlock her legs with yours, you twitched lightly. Her eyes quickly fluttered back up to your frames face, but luckily, your breathing was still evenly asleep. The brunette then successfully interlocked your legs to hers, and then the fun began…

Johanna began slowly grinding into you, paying close attention to your breathing and facial features. She found what angle affected your breathing, making it shallow and bated. With that angle, she lazily thrusted into you, causing your hips to instinctually and sleepily buck up to meet her grindings. The brunette ground her core against yours in a particular way, hitting your clit, causing you to breathily moan out in pleasure.

Your eyes fluttered open slightly as Johanna continued her lazy thrusts, her gaze intently on you. You gasped and you jerked your hips with more intent, incoherently whining and screwing your eyes shut in pleasure, as the brunette continued to gently fuck you.

When you were awake enough, more whines and moans fell from your lips. This only made Johanna grin even more.

“OHhhhHhH Yessssss…” you breathily moaned out, as your grindings with the other woman got more heated.

“Morning, love…” the brunette purred.

“I— Oh God…!!” You leudly moaned.

You were both panting heavily now, both holding on to each other tightly, both driving closer and closer to your highs.

“Fuck…” Johanna panted, “I’m gonna cum, love…”

“Me too GOD Jo—!!”

Her thrusts sent you over the edge, and you clung to her tightly as you cried out in pleasure. Johanna helped you ride out your high, as she then crashed into her own.

You both rode out each others orgasms, your bodies going limp afterwards, causing the brunette to collapse on top of you. You smirked lightly.

“Well shit…” you chuckled, “Good morning to you too...”

~~~

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[roguelov]

reader x hob x johanna x morpheus could you imagine the chaos morpheus and hob being such romantics and johanna making fun of them but secretly she loves it and reader is like yes they are all idiots but they are mine and i love them this is my exorcist girlfriend, 600 year old immortal human boyfriend and our anthropomorphic personification of dreams and nightmares partner

I DIDNT KNOW I NEED THIS RELATIONSHIP UNTIL YOU GAVE IT TO ME

Like you, Johanna, and Hob doing ridiculous stuff while Dream just sighs ‘mortals’

Lazy days of reading and doing domestic stuff

Drinking games with them!

You being the ‘normal one’ and in awe of your partners and them just being like ‘this one we must protect’

Self defense lessons with Hob and Johanna

Dream ensuring you all get sleep and will/has sprinkled sand into Johanna’s and Hob’s face

Sleep pile with them!

Cooking with Hob (Dream doesn’t eat, and Johanna is more of a takeout person anyway)

Dream taking you all on trips in the Dreaming and showing you all a wonderful time

Pranks with Johanna

Stealing each others clothes

God I could go on for hours I fucking love all of this 🥰🥰🥰

[gabessquishytum]

So since there's no official Kinktober this year, I thought it would be fun to put together a few unofficial prompts for some Sandman shenanigans. Whatever pairing you'd like to do, whatever prompts you'd like to choose - even if it's only one of them, or all of them - it's completely up to you! This is really meant as a little inspiration in the hope that the wonderful Sandman community will create some fun and kinky content! Please feel free to reblog this - and it would be lovely if we could tag stuff with #Sandmankinktober to share the debauchery, too!

[thevampiremarie]

Treehouse chapter 33 preview:

Johanna wipes her nose on the edge of her sleeve, and then rubs away the tear tracking down her cheek. “And she was just a girl when she died. When I- I killed her. Just as Dream should’ve safeguarded his corrupting sand from Rachel, kept it from ever hurting her, I should’ve protected Astra. I thought, in my hubris, that it was an easy thing to fight a demon. Summon another demon, they cancel each other out, I win. Astra survives.”

“But it didn’t work out like that.”

Johanna shakes her head and you just… shatter. A sob builds in the back of your throat. You hold it down as this is not your grief, not your place to mourn.

“It didn’t. And she lost- Astra lost her soul. Do you understand? Her soul. My demon, that I brought into this plane, dragged her soul to Hell. I have to live with that for the rest of my days, knowing there’s a little girl being tortured from here ‘till eternity because of my mistakes. You think there’s blood on my hands? Dream of the Endless is absolutely covered in it.”

You could not be more bereft if you had been the one to birth Astra, to raise her, love her, and braid her hair everyday before school. And to know what happened to this little girl you never even met, to know that she’s in pain that will never end and no one can save her from it, no one is there to comfort Astra and tell her it will be alright…

Will it be your baby that pays the price next? You’re an adult. You know the risks of being here and with Morpheus. You consented. But bringing an unborn child into this-

Is that something you can live with on your conscience?

“Mortals and immortal things should never mix. It’s our lives they play with, and we alone suffer the consequences.” Johanna turns away from you for privacy to compose herself.

[marvelsgirl616]

Johanna Constantine Icons | The Sandman Season 1

[the-girl-in-the-high-castle]

Me: I so desperately want to read books again. I don't remember the last time I've taken a book in my hands

Also me: *everything I've been reading for the last 5 years*

[justjams2003]

Desire to be Loved- 4

Summary: Love is Desire's first creation. As Cupid she shoots her arrows of love and rips them from people's hearts too. Occasionally, shooting a soulmate arrow. What does she do when her first Soulmate arrow in 100 years is between Cupid and Dream?

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x OFC Love/Cupid/Venus (you know how these beings have millions of names) (Also technically it could be an x reader because love is sort of anthropomorphic but in this story a she)

Warnings: Manipulation, threats, crying, cliffhanger, unedited, kind of like enemies to lovers, soulmate au, cursing, tell me if I miss any

Word count: 1,8k+

Dividers by: @hyelita

Tags: @intothesoul @briskesby coffeebeforewater @i-voluntears @dreamingblueberries @idkamt @deniixlovezelda

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Once he saw it, it was hard to ignore. The human world looks so dull. So empty and lame. While he’s been in the waking world a century, he hasn’t been around the humans. He hasn’t seen how the humans built new castles and then broke them down. And as he waits outside this church his mind wanders again.  

When speaking to the Fates, they were vague as always. Not to mention, he only had three questions he could ask. He had to weigh what was more important to him. Finding answers or finding his tools. And while her being missing does have an effect on the humans, he has to trust, even a little, that Desire wouldn’t put his shrewd need for power over the well being of the humans.  

While he did say he wouldn’t go in search of the woman, doesn’t mean that he has much control over where his mind wanders to. Why hasn’t he seen her before? Suddenly one day she stumbles into the right basement of the right house at the exact time he’d been caged?  

Is that some strange coincidence or an act of Destiny... Should he go visit Destiny? No, no, that’s not right. He shouldn't bother Destiny about something that doesn’t have anything to do with his realm. About something paranoic jumping up and down the walls of his brain.  

“Constantine!” This woman does have that redish hue coming from her heart. He fights hard to control the twinge of his lip that tries to sneak up on his face. The remanence of love seem to be everywhere. The woman stops in her tracks. “My gran used to tell me stories about you lot.”  

“What do you want with me?” Johanna asks, still keeping her distance from the man clad in black. “Something of mine came into your possession. A leather pouch filled with sand. I need it back.”  

It hurt, seeing Johanna fight and cry over her soulmate. Of course, she doesn’t know that they’re soulmates. She can’t see the red hue grow bigger when they get closer together. Seeing her in this state, before he wouldn’t really care too much. Now...no, no that’s not it. He gave her something just for the last minute of pain.  

Dream didn’t realise love could hurt so much... 

The crowds of hell are all cheering with excitement at the sound of a challenge. “You know the rules, Dream Lord. If I win, you will return my helmet. And if you lose...” The demon slows down. There is so much and so little that can be taken from the Dream Lord. Lucifer's smiles at this. Her wings stretch out in excitement.  

“Why don’t we keep things interesting...? If Morpheus loses you get to have Dream’s soulmate as a slave to serve you in hell for all eternity.” The Sandman’s head snaps up to Lucifer. “Soulmate...?” He asks, his brows furrowing and his lips pouting like it always does.  

The ruler of hell pretend to act shocked. “Oh? Don’t tell me you didn’t know...?” She smirks, a wicked one. She’s playing Dream, but how would she know? Dream is clearly thinking, his jaw is locked. His soulmate? The red arrow Cupid left him, is it their names carved in?  

Did Desire know about this before? Had he been planning this with Destiny? Does Desire and Destiny make soulmates? The same question is if Desire and Dreams make love. That could be the only way that Desire would’ve known to keep Cupid away from Dream. A soulmate... If soulmates are a thing, can Endless have them too?  

“What will it be, Dream? Your helm or soulmate?” Lucifer asks, circling Dream like you would a shark. “You’re bluffing.” He says, the words jumping from him. He doesn’t usually act impulsively. Usually he thinks things through for at least more than a few seconds.  

“If you believe I’m bluffing it should be an easy choice to make.” The Devil points out, still only just fighting off her smile. Is this why it scared Cupid so much to read the names on the arrow? Did she fear Dream that much? Or rather what Desire would do to her if he found they were soulmates?  

That implies that Desire doesn’t know that they’re soulmates. “I accept the terms.” Now he most certainly can’t lose.  

“You have a soulmate?” Mattew caws when they make their way to the storage unit where his ruby is being kept. “I...did not know I had one. I did not know Endless could have soulmates.” The crow looks up at him. “Doesn’t everyone have one?” Dream just shrugs his shoulders. “Not my department.”  

The crow scoffs. “Who’s is it then?” They enter the storage unit. “I did not know soulmates were a thing until now. It seems that there a huge part of the human’s working that’s been kept hidden from me by my sibling.” He explain, already reaching out for the ruby in the box.  

The waking world is looking much better now. Again, he can’t not see every few people having a pink aura. The pigeons gather around him, pecking at the bread he’s thrown on the ground. “What are you doin'?” Dream sighs looking up at Death. “I’m feeding the pigeons.”  

“You do that too much, you know what you get?” Death asks, putting her hands on his hips. Dream doesn’t answer, he just watches the pigeons jumps about after the bread. “Fat pigeons.” Again just more silence from the dream lord. “That's from Mary Poppins. Did you ever see it?” His eyes slowly turn up to her. “No.” 

The grass is green around the lake. Children run around, giggling with laughter. Dream’s eyes wander for only just a moment. But in that moment he catches a twinkle of a pink dress right in his peripheral vision. His head snaps in that direction. 

Just quick enough to see Cupid come and go in a flash. He stumbles forward to grab her but he’s just too slow. He gasps, his eyes rapidly jump around trying to find her again. Any glance of a pink tule or golden strand of hair. But, nothing.  

He and his sister continue walking. Over a bridge where... there it is again! He runs to the edge of the bridge, leaning over trying to see it again. He saw her, crouching behind some poor human who likely just had their heart broken. His heart is in his ears again but why?  

His sister stops and furrows her eyebrows. She didn’t say anything but Dream knew. “When I was captured, Cupid visited me three times. She was the one who helped free me.” He explains to her then lets the arrow form on his hand. “She left me this. Lucifer placed my soulmate as a betting card before even I knew I had one.”  

Death takes the arrow from him, she too can’t read it. “Cupid, she’s one of Desire’s creatures. Why haven’t you gone to her? See who’s names are on this?” Morpheus doesn’t say anything. His eyes tell it all, that and his reluctance to speak. She rolls her eyes at him, then continues walking on her mission.  

“I wanted to wait until I had all my tools back and now I’m more powerful than ever and yet...” He trails off, is that why he was feeding the pigeons? Waiting for the right moment to go and see her? What if she’s been harmed by Desire? Clearly not, he just saw her, doing well. 

“You’re not scared of Desire, you went to hell with only your sand. It’s something more...” She trails off inspecting each of his reactions. “You are more scared of her. Or rather that it might be true.” Dream scoffs at this. “Just think of the power a soulmate could have over an Endless. If I accept this, anyone could hold her over me.”  

She sighs and shakes her head. “You have one friend, Dream. Maybe this isn’t as bad as you think it’s going to be?” Again Morpheus refuses to speak. “She’s just too pure. Have you seen her before? She has this glowing semblance surrounding for. It...seemed to stop time. And these eyes that just... holds all the pureness in the world. Could you imagine something so... innocent? No malice, no harm, no intent for revenge.”  

“What? Are you scared you’ll taint her with your broodiness?” She chuckles at him. “I’ve had past lovers and none of them...wanted this life forever. Something always goes wrong and I don’t want for it to be the same this time.” He thinks over each word he speaks. When did his heart become this attached to this girl? 

She glances over her idiotic brother. Brothers never know anything about anyone. “Who says it will? Think about it, your previous lovers didn’t work out because they weren’t meant to. You had a soulmate, this time it will work.” They continue down the path, winding back to the park.  

“I cannot force this to happen. Love me because you’re supposed to. I’d be just as bad as Desire, puppeteering her for my lonely heart just as he had.” They slowly find back down to the park where the pigeons still wait for their bread.  

“It won’t be. If it’s meant to be, it won’t feel forced. I have one last appointment. Just try and see what happens?” Dream’s lips only slightly raise in a smile. “It seems I too have multiple missed appointments.”  

He watched her, from the corner of his eye he watched her every step of the way. She flew. Used the wings made for her for her and followed him all the way to Hob Gadling’s little Inn. She thought he couldn’t see her. But it’s strange it feels like she’s breathing down his neck either way.  

“There’s something watching you.” Hob says after a while, looking over Dream’s shoulder. Dream shivers, “I know I can feel her watching me.” He says, his back feels burnt with her glare. “Do you mind, Robert, if I cut this short, it seems there are some urgent matters to attend to.” The English teacher just smiles at him. “Go.”  

In one swift move, Dream stands up from his seat and grabs Cupid, right by the wrist. Like his body just knew where she’d be. “Cupid.” But something is wrong. There’s no reaction from her. She doesn’t pull back or gasp or speak. She just sort of stares at him, swaying on her feet. 

She looks right through him. Worst of all, her eyes they look dull. Her usual glittering brown is now more like dry dirt under your nail. There is no warm inviting pink aura coming from her. Looks like her, but nothing feels like her. She looks hollow, like a shell. Love looks entirely loveless. 

This isn’t Cupid.  

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[6rookie-writer0110]

Could you write a Johanna Constantine x Male reader x Death Of The Endless smut?

Ok I will write it

[newtsbloodygf]

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Lightbringer’s Champion

Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x f!demon!reader , Johanna Constantine x f!demon!reader x Dream of the Endless/Morpheus , Johanna Constantine x reader

Summary: 50 years after fulfilling your contract Lucifer finally learns of your deception. Taking your punishment in stride you have to make sure you don't miss your yearly appointment - a certain occultist's birthday. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, violence, fighting, blood, dom/sub dynamic, bondage, unprotected sex (does dream sex count?), oral, bisexual reader WC: 3.6k

This is the second instalment of works in The Anthology of Asmodeus’ Heir.  Part One: The Devil is in the Details Part Two: Lightbringer’s Champion Part Three: A Demon’s Work Is Never Done Part Four: Rise of the Fallen Part Five: Queen of the Damned

A/N: Reblogs are super appreciated 💜

You knew it was only a matter of time before Abaddon mustered up the courage to advise Lucifer of his failure. You snickered as you imagined how that conversation went.

“I gave the contract to your Champion.”

“She is my Champion because she is cunning and intelligent, devious through and through.” Lucifer would have sighed, casting a look of annoyance to Mazikeen who would be struggling not to chuckle. “She is not like your bloodthirsty dogs.”

“She’s a demon, like the rest of us.”

“She is Asmodeus’ Heir, do not fool yourself into thinking that makes her a simple demon like the rest of you.”

For nearly 50 years you had been waiting for the summoning. Finally, the wait was over.

A piercing ringing echoed around your head and the taste of brimstone filled your mouth as you strolled through Westminster. Stumbling into the closest holographone box, you slammed the door shut and wiped at the black blood that oozed over your top lip.

“Bitch,” you snarled as you peered through a glass pane and found Lucifer staring back. “You couldn’t have just called?”

The phone in the box rang as she turned away and snapped her fingers. The city scape burned to ash until you found yourself in the war room, high in the mountains that oversaw Hell.

Taking a seat on the edge of the fire pit, you warmed your hands and ignored Mazikeen’s quiet presence in the shadows. “Imagine if the world found out that Lucifer Morningstar had a sense of humour.”

Her glowering Majesty ignored you as she stood at the open balcony, monitoring the movement of demons far below. Unable to resist riling her up, you followed her with a slow sway in your step.

“Then again, God’s favourite falling from the Silver City - that’s the biggest joke of all. Anyone with half a brain would see that you haven’t fallen quite as far as you would have us believe. Isn’t that right, Samae-“

“Enough!” It was barely a whisper but you felt the fire of her breath burning your ears and you smirked at the outburst.

“Relax, Lucy, your secret is safe with me. Oooph, you are tense.” you purred, dragging a fingernail down the ridge between her wings. “You know I could help remedy that.”

A sensuous laugh trickled across your lips as the temperature across the domain flashed hotter but her face remained as passive as always. 

“You will not be laughing soon, I assure you,” Lucifer said as she turned, the hooked claw at the peak of her wings twitching in anticipation. “Your atonement awaits.”

“Will it take long?” you asked with a smile that sent other demons running. “I have a birthday party tomorrow. My favourite necromancer is turning 80, a new record I think.”

“You might have to take a rain check.” Lucifer curled her finger towards you and pointed to the edge of the cliff. Mazikeen snapped her teeth in your ear, her silent footsteps creeping up behind you and forcing you to step up, toes hanging over the lip of the stone. 

“Show them why you are my Champion.”

Lucifer’s wing battered your back and sent you tumbling into a freefall. Your back arch as you twisted around, throwing a vulgar gesture back at her before curling back to brace for the landing that was quickly arriving. 

Red rock dust erupted as you slammed to the ground, your bones rattling from your toes to your teeth. Cracks spiderwebbed across the ground and there was a distinct outline of your fist and knee in the epicentre that you rose from. Hundreds of demons surrounded you as the dust settled, all waiting to take their pound of flesh for your failure. 

“Still think he was worth it?” Lucifer asked as her voice carried across the legion.

“Fuck him and find out.” You craned your head back and grinned up at her. “It might just feel like Heaven.”

Lucifer merely nodded her head to the hordes of demons that encircled you. “Begin.”

The hiss of a blade slicing through the air had you diving to the ground and sweeping out the mottled legs of another demon waiting to attack you. You could scent the putrid aroma of their Sathanas’ bloodline all around, wrath demons - mindless killing beasts who fed on anger. You would use their bloodthirst to your advantage. 

A wave of power released from you in a blast that threw the closest demons to the ground but it was by no means an attack. It was a calling card to the sadists that called this place home. It was a welcome mat laid out for them to join the fray.

Your power surged as they arrived and crashed into the ranks of demons wanting a piece of you. They had no dilemma at killing their own kind and took pleasure in causing pain, pleasure you fed on. 

“Is this the best you have!” You screamed as you ripped your blade from the throat of an unworthy opponent and left the body piled upon the last while you parried a blow destined to remove your head from your shoulders. “Are you sure you want to win the holy war? It doesn’t seem to me like you are even trying if this is anything to show.”

You knew her majesty was listening to every word that came from your mouth, just as she was watching disinterested from her balcony. She may not have been affected by them but the wrath demons around you lost their minds at the taunt, maiming each other as they scrapped to get closer to you. 

“So eager to die,” you said with a small laugh. “Sorry to cut this short, as fun as it has been, but I have somewhere I need to be.”

The reservoir of power you had been filling from the sadists fighting and fucking across the battle was released in a flood as you dropped the walls that contained them. The ground shook at the wave of flame that erupted from you and even Lucifer sat up a little straighter as it turned the demons on the killing field to ash. 

Black blood caked your clothes, some of it from the lucky few whose blades kissed your skin, and you wrinkled your nose at the stench that remained. You knew you looked as disgusting as you felt covered from head to toe with the muck, but you bowed to Lucifer anyway. “Always a pleasure entertaining you, your majesty.” 

“Get out before I gut you myself,” she sneered as she dropped from the sky and looked down her nose at you, pride shining in the depth of those disdainful eyes.

“Happy Birthday!”

“Speak up, demon-bitch,” Johanna swore with her frail voice.

You placed the cake that said ‘Congrats, your not dead’ on the table and reached for the volume control of her hearing aid, tucking her grey hair out of the way. 

“It’s you’re, not your.” Johanna said as she speared her fork into the cake without waiting for a piece to be cut.

“The baker won’t be making that mistake again,” you smirked, grabbing your own fork and digging in. 

“You killed them over a spelling mistake?” 

“What? No, I enrolled them in English lessons.” You choked on your cake and took a gulp of the whiskey she had poured you. “You think so lowly of me.”

“You are a demon,” she said with a rasp before reaching for the oxygen mask that never left her side.

“Exactly, I could give you a good ten years if you sold me your soul. No more of this coughing and dentures bullshit.”

She rolled her milky eyes and turned her attention back to the cake, pushing the crumbs and icing around her plate. “I thought about it, believe me.”

“Then what do you want for your birthday? If I can’t give you that.”

She took a long drink that emptied her glass and you poured her another when she tapped the rim impatiently. “There is something.”

“This is familiar,” you chuckled as you tested the bonds that tied your wrists to the headboard and spied Dream in the shadows of the room. “Hello Morpheus, come to join in the fun?”

His head cocked to the side a moment before the bedroom door opened and Johanna stepped into the room. With Morpheus conducting the setting, she was poised in her prime. Long dark hair fell over her shoulder, a stark contrast to the white trench coat she had favoured back in the 20’s, and her bright eyes were radiant with her refreshed adulthood. 

“Good, you didn’t start without me.” Ever the blunt necromancer, she was already unbuttoning the coat and revealing what she wore beneath. 

“It is your birthday,” Morpheus said with a small amused smile. “We are at your service, Constantine.”

Morpheus was his own man but he was more than happy to cede control for one night to the femdom, so long as he wasn’t bound. Especially when she dropped the trench coat and stepped out of the material pooling at her feet. The black catsuit covered most of her skin but left little to the imagination as it hugged every curve and contour. Even Morpheus seemed lost for words.

“Doesn’t my pretty demon look so delicious strung up like that?” she purred as she caught Dream’s jaw in her hand and turned his head to look at you. 

“Mouth wateringly so,” he hummed as he drank you in.

Your power rose as the scent of their lust filled the room and your chest rose and fell in greedy gasps as you drew it all in. They both watched you writhe in their ecstasy that you bathed in and the fun hadn’t even started. Moisture pooled at your core and your toes curled, the rope rubbing at your ankles as you tried to close your legs for any friction you could make. But the bonds held tight and they had a front row seat at the foot of the bed to see your arousal glisten in the candle light. 

With a slow tantalising release of her hold on Morpheus, Johanna tip-toed so her lips brushed his ear and whispered, “Bon appetit.”

You could have caught fire with his stare alone, the hunger of a starved man. When had you last sought his bed? Time lost meaning when you had eternity. The only time you measured were Johanna’s mortal days, wondering which would be her last. Destined to watch her turn to dust just like her namesake. 

You shivered at the thought but it was quickly swept from your mind as Morpheus’ tongue lashed through your folds and he growled at the taste he had enjoyed and missed. Your cries filled the room as he imbibed himself on your pussy until you were a wet, whimpering mess, boneless and disjointed with your release. You could do nothing, think of nothing as you lay flaccid amongst the sheets, arms and legs still spread wide, pussy still trembling with aftershocks. 

Johanna beckoned Morpheus with a curl of her manicured finger and he crushed his lips to hers, sharing the taste of your pleasure on his tongue. “Do you want to fuck her? Yeah? I see it when you look at her. I can’t blame you. Her cunt is so fucking tight when she comes.”

A soft mewl escaped your dry lips at the sight of them watching you, Johanna’s fingers working their way down Dream’s body until they disappeared into his dark wash jeans and he groaned at the strokes she gave him. “Have you imagined her lips wrapped around your cock? I have. Fuck, I’ve dreamt of it more than anything else.”

“I know you did,” he rasped as he swallowed deeply. “As did I.”

The rope burned your wrists as you tried to reach for them, the ache between your legs growing with each passing moment. If it were merely ropes from The Waking you could have snapped them with half a thought but this was Dream’s realm and its strength superior to yours. 

Johanna gripped the back of Morpheus’ cloak and tore it off him, her nails shredding through his shirt and tossing it aside next. The candle light cast shadows across the planes of his chest and you licked your lips as you memorised the defined muscles along his stomach that you knew intimately. You had licked your way over them many times in the last five decades, tracing the valleys and dips all the way to the dark curls that teased your skin when you took him in your mouth.

Dream shivered with pleasure as Johanna raked her nails down his chest, five angry red lines rising in its wake. His eyes shone with the light of a thousand stars when she pushed his jeans over his hips and his cock sprang free, your teeth drawing blood as you almost bit through your lip. The rush of power had goosebumps prickling over your skin. 

Leather creaked as Johanna pushed him away from you, his body falling gracefully  into the chaise before she parted his knees and dropped between them. You screamed as you tugged on the ropes, rattling the headboard as her body blocked all view of what she was doing to him. 

You could hear the soft wet sounds, see her hair swaying as she bobbed up and down but him, oh he was in a state of bliss. His eyes were hooded as they held yours, his pale fingers splayed across the back of Johanna’s head and entwined in the dark strands as his guttural moan filled the room. 

“Your demon is enjoying the show,” Morpheus all but purred to Johanna as his hips bucked up to meet her mouth.

Johanna swirled her tongue around the head of his cock one last time before pulling away and smiling at the tortured look on your face. “Want a taste?”

You nodded shamelessly as she crossed the room, climbing between your legs and up your body until she was pressed chest to chest. Her lips were swollen and pink as they danced along your skin, kissing your collarbone, neck, jaw, cheeks, but not your lips that were desperate for the taste she offered. 

“Cruel, beautiful mistress,” you growled as she teased you further, her leather clad breasts gliding over your peaked nipples and her hips rolling over your belly as she straddled you. 

“Morpheus,” she beckoned over her shoulder and you knew the torture was just beginning as the bed dipped and he knelt between your legs, watching your expression over her shoulder. His fingers found the seam between her legs, the weak link in her leather armour, and tore the second skin apart so he could bury himself in her dripping folds. “Fuck, yes.”

Her gasp parted her lips and you stole the taste she had taunted you with, your tongue delving into her mouth and she let you in. Her nails pierced your shoulders as she clung to you, submitting herself to the feel of her body igniting between you and Morpheus. The pain only heightened your pleasure and your breasts tingled with every shift of her body being ridden above you.

Morpheus shifted, pulling Johanna’s hips closer to yours and your pussy clenched as you felt each long stroke tease your clit before he bottomed out in her and drew a whimper at the depth. If you had a soul, you would have sold it at that moment, to feel what she felt. The air was thick with her lust, your lust, his lust, it was everywhere. It both suffocated and gave you life, it drove you wild. 

You rolled your hips, chasing the friction he could provide and your moans echoed Johanna’s, her eyes wide and bright as her orgasm threw her head back with a silent cry. Your teeth grazed her racing pulse and you chuckled in her ear as she collapsed on top of you but the sound caught in your throat as Morpheus spread your folds and pushed his bulbous head through your entrance. 

“Where?” he asked through clenched teeth as he gripped your thighs tight enough to bruise. 

Your walls fluttered in response. “In me.”

A growl rumbled from his chest and the shadows behind him morphed into that of a wolf and your head swam as the high from feeding seemed enough to turn your brain to mush. Dizzy and alight, your head fell back to the mattress as the pressure continued to build low in your abdomen. Close, so close. 

Morpheus’ breaths came loud and uneven and his nails threatened to draw blood as he tightened his hold to starve of his release until you reached yours. One moment, one bite. That was all it took. 

Johanna regained enough control of her body as she felt your back arch beneath her and she bit down on the soft flesh above your collar. The bolt of lightning that electrified your entire body sent a wave of pleasure erupting in an all consuming body orgasm. Her mouth stole your screams, inhaling them as your body trembled and flames licked every surface of the room. 

Morpheus shuddered as he felt your pussy tighten around him and he could hold out no longer, your quivering core milking him for all he had. Aftershocks pulsed through you as he remained buried as deep as possible, filling you with his seed until he was completely spent and fell back on his heels panting. 

The ropes on your limbs disappeared and you wrapped your arms around Johanna while Morpheus caught his breath. “What next? The night is still young.”

Johanna laughed and shook her head, her dark hair shimmering in the light of those harmless flames that danced around the room. “The night may be but I’m not. Thank you.”

“It was our pleasure,” Morpheus smiled as you hid your face from her. 

“What a send off,” she said with a wink, “just like the good old days.”

She disappeared and you missed the reassuring weight of her body on yours the second it was gone. 

“Wasn’t it just,” you murmured to yourself.

You woke up as you felt a presence in the room where you slept, your back clicking as rose from the chair beside her bed. The youthful skin was lost to The Dreaming but the wrinkles that webbed Johanna’s face were almost erased as she slept peacefully. 

“It’s time,” Death said softly as she walked past you. “She had far more than she was supposed to.”

“I won’t apologise for that.” You would never apologise for protecting the occultist, there were too few people you had ever cared about so when you did, you were limitless in what you would do for them. “Will you walk with her to the Sunless Lands, please?”

Death nodded as she took Johanna’s hand and woke her up. “Come on, love, we have a long road ahead of us.”

“It’s about damn time,” Johanna grumbled and looked back at her body still tucked up in bed. “I thought you were never going to come for me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh until your throat constricted and they turned and disappeared onto the road you couldn’t follow. Defiant to the end, fearless even in death. “Farewell, my Lady.”

“I’m sorry for your loss, again,” Morpheus said as he swept into the room. “Did she ever suspect?”

“Johanna was nothing but stubborn.” You cast your hand over the bed and let your flames cleanse her body from The Waking so that no being, mortal or immortal, could disturb her eternal rest again. “If she suspected, she never mentioned it.”

“Why didn’t you burn her bones last time? You knew what she was.”

The practitioners of the dark arts had known she was a necromancer and used her bones for rebirth centuries after her death. Lady Johanna, your first love, wasn’t a namesake - they were the same soul reborn from her stolen bones and purposed to hunt demons once again. Even you couldn’t ignore the irony in that. 

“The last we spoke she said she never wanted me to speak to her, see her or touch her again.” You walked away from the room that was nothing more than ash and cinders, Morpheus silently following. “It was the one promise I kept.”

“What are your plans now? Dare I ask.”

You threw a smirk over your shoulder and felt the earth burning at your feet, the ground tearing a gaping hole that led straight into the heart of Hell. “The war horn has been blown, it seems we are enemies once more.”

His lips curled up in a tight lipped smile as he bowed his head. “I thoroughly enjoyed our last dance, I look forward to this next song.”

You took a step down into the chasm before pausing. “I often have to sleep with one eye open, given the company I keep.”

“Naturally,” he chuckled.

“But if I find myself in The Dreaming I wouldn’t oppose the company of his Majesty.”

He took your hand and raised it to his lips, kissing your knuckles before nodding and reaching into the pouch at his side. The sand swirled around his feet ready to take him home. 

Unable to resist, you called out through the small eddying sand storm, “By company, I mean your cock.”

His deep laugh echoed around the quiet street as he disappeared and you grinned as you tipped back, free falling through into the fires that welcomed you home.

Click here for the third instalment of The Anthology of Asmodeus’ Heir: A Demon’s Work Is Never Done

[paradiseinaverno]

mary on a cross

johanna constantine x fem!reader, coffee shop scenario ; where johanna constantine grows quite fond of a coffee shop owner with some magic of her own.

a/n; i would so be lying if i said this wasn’t very loosely inspired by fleabag. i’m rewatching rn as i rewatch the sandman and all i can think about is jenna coleman as the hot priest i’m being so real.

It is a truth universally known, that the bond between humanity and coffee knows no bounds. Johanna Constantine can back this up. Long days of exorcisms, and general supernatural activities, have only one remedy; sleep.

Of course, her line of work does not afford her this generosity, what with the high demand of exorcists, and so she finds herself outside of a slightly minuscule coffee shop underneath pouring rain; the only coffee shop, it seems, that’s open till three in the morning. The sigh of relief she breathes out materialises as white smoke in the cold November air.

There’s music coming from inside the shop, she realises. Some type of cool jazz, or at least she thinks it’s jazz. Johanna pushes the door open, sick of the rain, and it swings with a clink of the bell fixed to the wall above. The first thing she notices, as she enters into the warmth of the coffee shop, is you.

Johanna’s made it a habit, no, a rule, to not get overtly attached to people anymore. It’s somewhat difficult to really maintain any type of bond beyond shallow familiarity with people nowadays, and besides, she hasn’t exactly had the best luck with romance in the past. Still, she can’t tell what it is that draws her to you. In fact, Johanna only realises what she’s doing once she’s walked up to the counter and introduced herself with a grin.

“Hi. I’m Johanna.”

You look over the book you’re reading, pleasantly surprised. Raising an eyebrow, you smile back.

“Hi, Johanna. I’m Y/N. Is there any reason you’re at a coffee shop at three,” you check the time, “Sorry, ten past three in the morning?”

Ah. So this was how it would play out.

She gestures to the door. “Well you’re open. And I have an early shift.”

You blink in confusion. “We’re not open.”

Johanna frowns for a moment, wondering if the lack of sleep has finally seeped into her brain. Then, she walks over to the door, opening it briefly to point at the sign, and walking back over to you with a satisfied smile.

“Nope. Definitely says ‘open’. Do you have an espresso?”

Under any other circumstance, you would have told her to go away and come back at real opening time. You could have done that now. It’s not that you hate your job; you adore the little shop you run. But, on a principle of working less and enjoying life more, you decided to have the earliest hours of morning to yourself. However, the woman in front of you is very, very, attractive. You can’t really say no. What kind of carpe diem would that be?

And, if you’re being honest to yourself, you think she might be slightly attracted to you, too, or maybe you’re mistaking her wondering where her espresso is, for attraction. Damn espresso. Typical of a coffee blend to capture her heart, instead of you. Anyway, it’s impolite to keep a lady waiting, or so you’ve heard, and so here you are, at three twenty in the morning, brewing an espresso. Johanna sits in front of you, tapping her nails on the table. She’s reading something that looks a lot like the Bible, actually.

“Something to atone for?” You quip, setting down her coffee in front of her. She looks up at you for a brief moment, and then lets out a slow chuckle.

“Lots. Not right now though. Just catching up.” She takes a sip of her coffee, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t happy with the way her face lights up.

“Ah. Just some light reading before work?”

You’re intrigued. What kind of woman reads a Bible, at a coffee shop, at three? The kind that isn’t giving you a sure answer, at least. Curiosity burns through your body, eating away at you.

“Are you some sort of priest?”

That does it. Finally, finally, her eyes meet yours. You’ve been perched on the side of counter for at least five minutes, silently begging her to look away from her reading. Thank you God, you think.

She shakes her head to the side, draining the last of her coffee.

“Nice cup, by the way. And, not quite a priest. Part time, maybe.”

“Nice cup as in nice mug, or nice coffee? Also how can a priest be part time? Are you…is that allowed?”

She laughs this time, and you’re almost grateful for the sound. It softly pierces whatever tension you might have had trying to talk to this woman in front of you.

“Both. You’re sort of magic, you know. Whatever was in that espresso, wow. Starbucks should worry.”

You grin. “Starbucks haven’t got a thing on me. Costa’s next.”

“Oh, I’m sure they’re terrified,” she replies, her eyes glinting ever so slightly.

You tilt your head to the side, and she sighs. One look at your face, and Johanna feels like she could rip her heart from her chest and set all her secrets bare in front of you. It’s taking every bone in her body to keep some semblance of restraint. But you’re looking at her with those beautiful eyes, and she finds herself once again under your spell. Beckoning you closer, she whispers into your ear.

“I’m going to perform an exorcism and send a demon back to Hell.”

She can’t tell if you’re frozen because of how outlandish that sounds, or because you’re slightly terrified. But she can tell that she is almost utterly intoxicated by your scent. Rich, brewed coffee, and lavender, she thinks, fill the tiny gap between you two. Johanna doesn’t breathe for a moment; she thinks if she does, her breath might betray her and reveal just how fond she is of you already. It’s been maybe twenty five minutes, and Constantine is already willing to lay down the world at your feet; as if you’re some type of religion yourself.

But then you turn your head to face her, and she thinks she might just collapse on the round wood table in front of her.

“So you’re doing some homework? I can respect that. Always good to be prepared,” you laugh as you say the words. Then you pull back, and Johanna realises just how long she’s been holding her breath. So you don’t think she’s insane, as a normal individual would if someone walked in at three and said those words. But stranger things have happened in the early hours of morning.

You continue. “So what time are you supposed to be there?”

“Three thirty…oh shit,” Johanna scrambles to her feet as she realises the time. She’s been so enraptured by you that she forgot just why she came in the first place. She’s almost out the door until she hears your voice.

“Wait!”

“Yeah?” She turns around, breathlessly.

“Can I…Do you think I could get your number? Just, you know. In case I ever get possessed or something,” you say, internally cursing as you pass your phone to her. She doesn’t even need to think about it, pressing numbers in and giving the phone back to you. Then, she’s out the door, a small Bye! leaving her lips as she sprints.

——-

It’s eight in the morning, and Johanna finally finds the time to lie in her own bed. Something gnaws away at her, and despite her weariness, she picks up her phone, grinning widely as a text illuminates the screen;

unknown number, 03:44

good luck on that exorcism. we serve cappuccinos from 08AM. heard they’re pretty decent for demon hunting :)

Screw it. She could spare another hour of waking. After all, it would be nice to have some reprieve from nightmares.

Johanna Constantine leaves with a white coat, and a silent thanks to God for coffee. And very pretty baristas.

[roguelov]

johanna & morpheus: love sucks it never works out what's the point

hob & reader: on god bro are we gonna make sure we love you so much you're not gonna know what to do with all the love we have for you

Yes!!!!!! Dream and Johanna being the grumpy people to you and Hob’s sunshine personalities

Dream and Johanna: Life sucks and I’m miserable

You and Hob smiling: Hi guys! We cooked you guys dinner and maybe after we can have a relaxing movie night

Dream and Johanna trying not to show too much emotion: Life sucks a little less now

Ok but this also bring up the funny and disastrous scenario of Dream and Johanna wanting to repay all the love and kindness you and Hob give them only for it to end horribly

I’m talking burnt dinner, I’m talking miscommunication, I’m talking anything and everything just goes wrong and they are just so upset and disappointed until you and Hob just smile and go ‘guys it’s so sweet you tried and we love you dearly … but from now on we’ll do all the fun romantic plans’

Dream and Johanna just sigh in relief and instead might just show you both their love in a way they know they can’t fuck up 😏