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KINKtober: Day 1

Let’s start this fuck fest 😏

KINK: Temperature Play ft. Neo; As requested by: a lovely anon; Words: 189; Warnings: you bet it’s smut;

He was at your mercy now, as you towered above him on the bed, watching him squirm under the touch of your hands.

“You look so beautiful like this, Neo” you breathed against his skin, your warm hands traveling across his naked body, touching every inch of his flesh you could possibly reach, “I should tie you to the bed more often.”

Neo let out a loud groan when he saw you reach for the glass filled with ice and put one of the ice cubes into your mouth. Smiling at him you dived down, slowly sliding the melting ice across his hip bone. He pulled at the restraints, “Baby, please” Neo rasped and you looked up at him, giving him a sly grin before moving further south.

When you reached his hardened cock you slid the ice cube across his length, getting another groan of pleasure out of him, before you took the ice out of your mouth and blew some hot air onto his leaking tip just to caress it with the ice cube the other second.

“Be patient baby, I told you I like to play.”

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KINKtober: Day 16

Someone gets pegged tonight! 😏

KINK: Pegging ft. Constantine; As requested by: @girl-at-the-verge​​; Words: 825; Warnings: you bet it’s smut;

Constantine hissed through his clenched teeth and the muscles in his thighs flexed, “Can I come, please?” He asked through a hoarse voice.

He was always so needy, so you tutted “Not yet, we haven’t even gotten to the fun stuff.” You reminded him.

John continued to let out whiny sighs and moans as you slowly squeezed and stroked his full length. Your free hand began to lightly rub his thigh, inching closer and closer to his tight little ass. He whimpered feeling your fingers ghosting over him before you pulled away and adjusted his legs, spreading them and putting his knees up.

“Open up.” You commanded and slipped your fingers between John’s needy lips where he sucked on them, making silent noises and rubbing his tongue along your finger pads. You pulled your fingers from his mouth with a soft ‘pop’ and he let out a sigh of disappointment.

After you reached for a bottle of lube, spreading the liquid on your fingers and rubbing them between his cheeks. John let out a loud moan when he felt your fingers brush against his hole, you paused your motions, “What do you want?” You asked, urging him to beg for it.

He did, he always begged for you, “Fingers, please.” His voice sounded desperate and small.

Your mouth hung ajar as you inserted one finger into John’s ass, he gasped and arched his back at the feeling of fullness and preened against your touch, you soon added another one to help prepare him for tonight’s activities. You pumped your fingers in and out, curling them and rubbing against his walls while Constantine desperately tried to stay still like you had previously instructed him to. Your free hand continued to pump his painfully hard cock with long languid motions, he was a mess beneath you.

His greased hair had become sweaty and his cheeks were dusted pink. You loved seeing him like this. He was aching for a strong woman to control him and you gave it to him.

You pulled your fingers out of him and spread his cheeks, John let out a needy whine, “You ready for me, darling?” You cooed, leaning over him and lightly cupping his face.

John leaned into your touch, his eyes shut blissfully, “Yes, please.” He begged.

You pulled away from him to ready yourself, “Be a good boy and sit still for me.” You said giving him a warning look. You reached over and grabbed your double strap on, letting out a soft moan as you inserted your portion inside of you and then rubbed lube on the exposed portion. You tightened the straps around your hips and thighs and squirted even more lube on your hand, just to make sure Constantine would be comfortable.

You hovered over him and smoothed his sweaty hair away from his forehead and brushed it back, “You’re my good boy, yeah?” You asked, rubbing the plastic cock between his cheeks. John found himself lost in the anticipation, his eye closed and his breathing rough, “Come on, Johnny, I need you to talk to me.” You said lightly tapping the side of his face.

Constantine opened his eyes to look at you, his pupils were blown with pleasure and they looked as though it took all his will power to focus on your face. “Yeah,” he said breathlessly, swallowing thickly, glancing down to where your legs were pressed against the backs of his thighs.

You followed his line of sight and lightly pressed the plastic cock against his well prepped ass. His mouth fell open and he inhaled sharply feeling you stretch him before you teasingly pulled back. “Please,” John whined, his nose scrunching in frustration

“Please what?” You teased.

“Fuck me, please.” Constantine said softly, his brows furrowed.

You slowly inserted the plastic cock into him, you moaned feeling the pressure against the insert inside you as it pushed deeper inside your wet cunt and gave Constantine a moment to adjust, softly kissing his cheeks. “You’re so good,” you cooed, “My good boy, John.” You said, as you placed light kisses all over his face.

Constantine moaned and spread his legs further apart allowing you to sink in a little bit more. His cock twitched against his stomach as he desperately held back his need to release and tried to steady his breathing. Once it was caught, he let out one last shaky breath. “M-move,” he choked out, “Please.”

You sat up and lightly moved your hips causing a moan to slip from both of your mouths before you pulled out and slammed your hips against his setting a steady rhythm. Soft moans spilled from John’s lips and filled the room. You continued to pump his cock in tandem with your thrust, you felt his thighs tense around you. “Don’t,” you warned, “You’re not allowed to come yet.” You said pulling your hand away from him and resting it on his belly.

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KINKtober: Day 27

Love me a man with good hands 😏

KINK: Handjob/Fingering ft. Jack Traven; As requested by: a lovely anon; Words: 428; Warnings: you bet it’s smut;

With his one arm, sneaking around your waist, he held you against him, his fingers found their way between your folds, hiss leaving your mouth as he began to caress your dripping folds. You dug your nails into the nape of his neck, scratching at it roughly, making sure your nails will leave a mark on him.

“Jack please…” you sighed, impatient for his next move. His fingers crawled closer to your entrance and he teased you with his fingers, “baby I fucking need you, NOW” your voice was demanding and he just raised his eyebrow, mouth curling in a sly grin.

His thumb brushed your clit, drawing lazy, slow circles into it, his movements a true torture. You threw your head backwards, looking right into his eyes became a real struggle. He clenched his jaw, growling through his gritted teeth at your audible responses.

“Traven, for the love of God-…”

Before you even had the chance to ask him properly, he picked up a steady pace, his thumb flicking your clit harshly. Your breaths got caught in your throat and you put all of the efforts into looking at him.

A loud moan left your lips when he pushed two fingers inside you.

You were at the edge now, his fingers stretching you, then filling you with ease over and over again. When he gripped your throat, choking you with the slim fingers of his other hand, you let your head fall backwards again, the sound you made sent shivers down his spine.

There wasn’t much you can do now, you couldn’t fight with how your body tensed, the electric feeling coming onto your spine from the perfect spot he kept hitting with his fingers every time he slid them further inside you. Your fingers knotted his hair, as you tried to hold on for a few more moments, the feeling of his fingers fiddling with your soaked core was everything you needed in the morning.

“Darling, are you going to cum for me?” He asked, his voice thick with lust. He pressed harder on your clit, his hand all slick with your juices and it was the switch he needed to activate.

A wave of pleasure ripped through you, your mouth falling open, lips quivering, a set of curses you probably never used falling from your tongue. Your orgasm rolled through you like a fucking riot van and you felt how your legs began shaking violently as he fingered you through the overwhelming waves of pleasure.

“Jaaaack… oh f-fuck… Jack!” Another loud moan left your lips.

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KINKtober: Day 17

Girls play with toys too 😏

KINK: Toys ft. Jack Traven; As requested by: a lovely anon; Words: 503; Warnings: you bet it’s smut;

On lonely nights without him, the feeling of it inside you as a relief had you aching too, in a different way but right now, it didn’t compare to the image you had inside your mind of his cock filling you slowly, throbbing, feeling the heat of his body against yours.

“I’ve heard something about vibrations” Jack drawled, his eyes focused on the toy moving in and out of you, shiny with your wetness.

You breathed out shakily, reaching to switch on the first stage of vibration, moaning and struggling to keep your eyes open and fixed on him, your lips parted, moans of pleasure falling from your lips as you tried to keep your eyes from wandering, his tight trousers barely containing him. You wanted him so badly, wanted him to get on top of you, take you, fuck you senseless, but no teasing would get you that now.

“I want to see you cum, baby girl” Jack growled throatily, his eyes wide and fixated on your every movement, “come on” he declared.

He was impatient now, palming himself inconspicuously through his trousers and as you switched to the second vibration setting you felt the feeling grow in your stomach, the familiar euphoria of being on the edge, so close to coming undone completely.

You forced your eyes open, scared to close them and knowing the eye contact would only make you cum harder. “Are you gonna cum for me, little girl?” Jack groaned, his eyes piercing through you, the stare intense and making you shiver.

You were so close, the way he was looking at you only making you wetter and you couldn’t only feel but also hear the toy moving inside you obscenely.

“You look gorgeous spread out like that, girl…” he groaned, “oh come on, baby girl, fuck yourself harder, I know you can do much better than this…”

You whimpered, doing as he said, whimpering each time you pushed the toy inside you, your walls fluttering, squeezing at it, the pleasure increasing with each stroke creating friction inside you, making you hotter and hotter.

And then, just when you were sure you were going to burn up, the feeling came, building and building and then you fell apart at last. You threw your head back, the groan erupting from your lips obscene and your legs shook, the toy still firmly inside you, one hand gripped to the base.

Your walls danced around it, contracting again and again and though it felt good, you wanted him now, even in the midst of your orgasm. Jack was down on his knees before you could recover from the waves, kissing the inside of your thighs, already beginning to put your toy to use again, driving it into you himself.

“Oh fuck, we’re not done yet, baby girl.” He rasped through his gritted teeth and your hand wandered to his buzzed head, nails scratching at his scalp.

“I hope we weren’t…” you breathed, as his lips kissed up and down your thigh.

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KINKtober: Day 15

Yes folks, let’s do it 😏

KINK: Swallowing ft. Jack Traven; As requested by: a lovely anon​; Words: 325; Warnings: you bet it’s smut;

You licked the underside of his cock, getting a muffled groan from him as a response. Wrapping your hand around the wet shaft, you stroked him vigorously while licking at the tip. Already you had given up on gentle pets, now you were gripping his length and tugging at it firmly.

“Oh fuck, yes… f-fuck…” he murmured, letting his head fall backwards.

Then he made the most delicious grunting noises as you kissed his length with sloppy open-mouthed kisses, as his cock swirled in and out of your hungry mouth. You loved doing that to him. Clearly he did too, since Jack thrust his hips forward, eager to stuff more of himself into your mouth.

You watched him watching you and enjoyed the feel of his hands on your face as you increased pace. The tenderness of his gesture made you moan into his cock and then he joined in, moaning back something incoherent about how beautiful you were down there working his cock.

Suddenly his fingers were in your hair on both sides, holding your head in place desperately. Together you’ve created your own rhythm, him bucking his hips up, shoving his cock deep into your throat, and you pulling back to suck his entire length before allowing his hands to pull you back down his length. You two repeated that movement over and over again, faster and faster and he became louder and louder. You sucked and licked wildly, using all of your skill to make him come for you.

“I’m… I’m going to… f-fuck!” He moaned. And then he exploded in your mouth.  

Warm sprays of cum, one after another, coated the inside of your throat. Your tongue gently caressed his cock as it softened until you got the very last drops.   

Finally you gave his soft cock one last light suck, sure he was dry, before finally sliding it from your lips and looking up at him with a contented smile.  

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KINKtober: Day 19

Ice cream weather is over, but there are better thing to lick 😏

KINK: Licking ft. Constantine; As requested by: @fandoms-are-my-friends-1321​​; Words: 307; Warnings: you bet it’s smut;

You licked a trail up his chest and felt him shiver; sucking your way up his neck, then to his lips, you paid special attention to his jaw that you admired for years.

His erection was poking against your thigh and you felt him twitch as you lightly bit the skin on his jaw. The feeling of your breasts moving so slowly against his chest was sublime and convinced you that you were an absolute idiot for not doing this years ago.

Constantine’s hands were in your hair and he was trying to move you up to his lips, but you weren’t going to rush. Your seduction of John Constantine had taken far too long and you wanted to enjoy it. During the day he got to be the boss. He got to decide where to go and he got to drive, but now - you were in charge. And he was begging you for it.

He’d started it all, but you were going to finish… him.

So you made your way to his lips and kissed him with an open mouth and drove your tongue into his. He responded immediately by sliding his own tongue against yours and you felt another twitch on your thigh that made you smile into the kiss. Removing your tongue from his mouth, you bit his lower lip eliciting a groan from him. Your hand left small scratch marks down his stomach and you began to move downwards again.

Your tongue and lips left wet tracks against his skin as you went south and Constantine made sounds that were right out of your dreams. A trail of hair guided you to your special prize and Constantine suddenly stiffened as he realized what you were up to.

“F-fuck, baby…” He mumbled through clenched teeth, “Don’t stop, please…”

“I’m not planning to,” you rasped.

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KINKtober: Day 8

Is it hot in here or is it just me? 😏

KINK: Aphrodisiacs ft. dr Julian Mercer; As requested by: a lovely anon; Words: 172; Warnings: none today;

There he was, sitting right in front of you, for once wearing a suit instead of his everyday hospital scrubs. The candle was softly flickering on your table, you two being tucked into the farthest corner of the restaurant.

You were looking at him from your plate, twirling the wine glass in your hand. Above the table your leg was gently caressing his calf, your action making him grin.

“How are your mules, Julian?” You asked him, twirling your glass again and winking at him.

“Absolutely perfect. How about your shrimps love?”

“Perfect as well. You know what they say about seafood?”

“You mean the nutrition or-?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, which showed how the wine finally got into his head.

“I mean how they’re aphrodisiacs, you know?” Leaning over the table you made sure he’ll see the deeply cut V-neck of your evening dress that showed off your cleavage. His eyes loomed over you and he smiled widely.

“I hope they are, we have a whole weekend to ourselves.”

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April song prompts: #8 Hands To Myself

Today’s prompt was requested by a lovely anon.

SONG: Hands To Myself - Selena Gomez ft. Constantine; Words: 742; Warnings: smut, some good ol’ fingering;

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You watched him from the doorway for a few minutes, leaning on the door frame. He didn’t notice you, he’s too busy staring down at the old scrolls scattered around his desk. You sighed loudly hitching up your skirt up, revealing the garters you were wearing.

“Not today, I’ve got a meeting” is all he said still not looking at you.

You sighed again and moved over to him, perching on the corner of his desk, as he glanced at your thigh and his eyes caught on the garter, “Fuck” he breathed, grabbing your knee, as he looked up at you and you smirked.

“Finally” you opened your knees and he slid his hand up your thigh, “Satan can wait.”

His eyes widened when he reached the top, “No panties?” He asked.

“No panties” you repeated.

He groaned and slid his fingers between your folds and you closed your eyes. You’ve been desperate for this for days and the feeling of him finally touching you is almost too much for your brain to comprehend. His fingers settled on your clit, lightly touching, not even moving, and you whimpered, rocking your hips against him.

Your eyes snapped open as he snickered, “Fuck, you really wanted this, huh?” He breathed.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you” you mumbled, “I can’t stop thinking about you, I just-”

“You're a hungry cock slut” he said simply, looking up at your face to see your reaction.

You whimpered nodding frantically, “Yes. I want you, Constantine… Please-”

“Not today” he repeated almost smugly as he pulled his hand away, wiping your wetness on your leg, “I've got a meeting.”

You caught his hand and push it back up your skirt, “Then finger faster.”

He seemed to see that as a challenge, his jaw set, and he pushed two fingers inside you without warning. You gasped grabbing onto the edge of the desk, holding on as he started pounding them right into your soft spot. Constantine didn’t even need to search for it; he remembered exactly where it is. Your back arched and you collapsed back onto his desk, his free hand hooking behind your knee, pushing it towards your chest, “Don't ever tell me to finger faster” he growled.

Your hands clamped over your mouth, trying to stop the moans from spilling over. His thumb came around to start rubbing your clit and you're melting, your head thrown back, your moans muffled by your hands, “Fuck, you look good, babe” he told you quietly.

Your knees twitched open further, your eyes closing as they roll back into your head, “Fucking stunning” he breathed. The moan that tore its way out of your chest in response wasn’t nearly as muffled as you want it to be. His thumb drew circles around your clit as he coaxed you closer to your orgasm. Your back arched, your leg hitching up so your heel was on the edge of his desk.

It felt like electricity was running up your spine, racing through your limbs, everything already feels so intense, so when he leaned down, pus his mouth next to your ear, and started whispering… you’ve almost came right there and then.

“You’re fucking beautiful, babe” Constantine ducked down to suck on your earlobe and you felt your legs start to tremor, you moved your hand away from your mouth, tangling your fingers into his hair.

You started rocking your hips against his fingers and you mumbled, “I'm gonna come.”

He heard you, he doesn’t care, he kept slamming his fingers into your spot and circling your clit with his thumb until your body jerked up, your back lifting completely off the desk.

He smirked against your neck now, “That’s it, babe…” Your hand clamped back over your mouth to muffle your moans as you came, your walls clenching around his fingers, “Look at me” he demanded, leaning back to look into your eyes, his body pressing you back onto the desk. You forced your eyes open and he held your gaze as he grind his fingers into your spot, his thumb still circling your clit, as your orgasm washed over you.

Your leg slipped off the desk and you groan, moving your hand as you start twitching around his fingers, “Constantine…” he pulled them out and straightened up, sucking them clean while you watched, laying spent on his desk, “Fuck, Constantine…” you groaned.

“Never tell me to finger faster” he told you.

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1st b-day prompts: Prompt 1

This prompt was requested by @ficsnroses​.

PROMPT: I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved ft. John Wick; Words: 276; Warnings: angst, mention of previous hospitalization;

Readers tag list:

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“You weren’t here when I needed you, John…” you twirled the half filled glass in your hand, eyes focusing on something distant outside the floor length mirror. All those by-passer… were they just as heartbroken as you were right now? Or were their lives just simply less complicated? “When I ended up in a hospital all you did was sending me a bouquet of flowers… yes, they were fucking beautiful, but you were in the ass of the world shooting bad guys.”

John moved closer to you, the warmth of his body too obvious not to notice when he stood silently behind you. Suddenly his hand was on your arm and you become outraged by his gesture, how could he touch you now when he wasn’t there to touch you when you wanted him the most?

You turned around, tears pooling in your eyes and when he saw your face, your lips pressed together, jaw tense and you tried to swallow down the lump that formed in your throat, but your voice sounded hoarse as you spoke to him again, “I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved, you know? I was getting used to never being in the first place. No matter where there’s someone who’s having their own private war you’re flying there. And I’m more than certain that one day you won’t be back. One day you won’t be able to escape that one bullet. And I’m sorry but this life isn’t for me…”

“Darling, please-...”

“No John…” you cut him off then finished your drink, “This war is only yours. I don’t want to be a part of it anymore.”

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1st b-day prompts: Prompt 11

This prompt was requested by @omg-imagine​.

PROMPT: You broke the spell and wanted something else ft. Constantine; Words: 273; Warnings: angst;

Readers tag list:

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You were sitting by the dining table, a glass of whisky in your hand, still waiting for Constantine to get back home. The wall clock showed 3:20am and you were too pissed to go to sleep and talk to him in the morning, you wanted to state the issue now.

It wasn’t the first time when he was seen with someone else, but this time his hands were all over this person. And you probably wouldn’t believe that if you hadn’t seen in with your own eyes. He was probably wondering why you didn’t make it to the club, but when you saw him touching someone else you stormed out of the place and headed back home.

The key in the lock turned making it click, before the door opened and Constantine sauntered inside, moving from side to side, then closing it behind him with a kick.

“You’re not asleep?” He asked, placing his keys and shrugging off his coat.

“We need to talk” you almost growled and he looked up at you stopping any movement.

“Baby, that’s not-” raising your hand you stopped him from talking.

“I could’ve fell for that explanation if I didn’t saw what you were doing myself” you cleared your throat, taking another sip from your drink, “I thought I stated my feelings clearly, but it seems like you broke the spell and wanted something else. I’m not going to put up a fight, I’m fed up with everything. You always say that it’s your job. Perhaps you should consider changing the ‘exorcist’ line on your card to ‘male prostitute’, I think this will be more fitting.”

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April song prompts: #24 Locked Out Of Heaven

Today’s prompt was requested by a lovely anon.

SONG: Locked Out Of Heaven - Bruno Mars ft. Keanu Reeves; Words: 420; Warnings: some gentle smut;

Readers tag list:

@spookier-than-u​; @oreofenyloetyloamina​; @derangedcupcake​; @geostarr​; @catsmieow​; @wickedlangdon​; @bodhi-black​; @bugalouie​; @onebatch--twobatch​; @fandom-lover-4​; @mikaneonox​; @drunkonyellow​; @spadesandaces2342​; @harrisongslimited​; @hhighkey​; @lunilate​; @i-cant-remember-my-old-login​; @sgt-morgan​; @coloursunlimited​; @childrenofthegun​; @weminiaturestrawberry​; @silverlambcaptain​; @scarletmoon83​; @howtoruin-someones-perfect-day​; @krazycags01​; @charlottebonnie​; @moonlit-raven-haven​​; @girl-at-the-verge​​; @boopdedoop​​; @jardani-jovonovich-bitch​​; @ladyreapermc​​; @wifeofdarklordsworld​​; @mysticfluffyness​​; @zombiepandajfish​​; @kollover24​​; @greenmanalishi​​; @jinchanyeolstolemysoul​​;

“You smell nice…” he slurred as if he’d read your mind and leaned closer to you so you could feel his breath on your neck.

Shivers danced over your skin and you didn’t dare move away, if anything, maybe you inched closer to him. You felt like he paused to wait for your reaction and when you didn’t seem to mind how close he was he closed the space between you completely and leaned in to press a soft kiss to your neck, making you shiver, a soft sound falling from your lips. You could feel him chuckle against your skin as he left a trail of kisses wandering up your neck and over your jaw until you finally built up the will to turn your head so his lips met yours almost naturally.

His hand cupped the side of your face, snaking around the back of your neck to keep you close as he kissed you needily. Everything that was him filled your senses as the scent of his cologne surrounded you again and you could taste beer and a hint of tobacco. Your skin felt tingly where he touched you and you moved closer to him as you kissed him back deeply.

You brushed his hair back from his face, playing with at the back of his neck as his lips moved eagerly with yours, making you sigh softly into the kiss.

His other hand came down on your hip as his whole body moved closer to you and he pushed up your shirt, making you lean into the touch of his hand on your bare skin, wandering to your back to press you up against him possessively.

You hummed appreciatively, subtly pressing your legs together though realizing it maybe hadn’t been so subtle as Keanu pulled back, clearly having noticed your fidgeting.

“Do you have anywhere to be tonight?” He asked, his hand darting out to caress your cheek.

“Not at all…” you breathed out, his hand coming back onto your bare thigh.

“Good, let’s stay here then…” Keanu inched closer to you and you pulled him in, your arms wrapping around his neck.

His hand moved to the side of your face to pull your face close to his again, kissing you much softer than before, “You’re so pretty…” he mumbled against your lips.

You giggled into the kiss, leaning closer to him, closing your eyes when he kissed you again and you wrapped your arms around him, getting so lost in the way he tasted.

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Fuckin’ February: Day 29

Today’s prompt was requested by @ficsnroses​​. It’s been a wild month, thank you for riding through it on this fuckin’ wave 😏

PROMPT: “I know I ruined your expensive lace, but I’ll get you twelve new ones, I promise.” ft. Keanu Reeves; Words:  383; Warnings: smut;

Readers tag list:

@spookier-than-u; @oreofenyloetyloamina; @derangedcupcake; @geostarr; @catsmieow; @wickedlangdon; @bodhi-black; @bugalouie; @onebatch--twobatch​; @fandom-lover-4; @mikaneonox; @drunkonyellow; @spadesandaces2342; @harrisongslimited; @hhighkey; @lunilate; @i-cant-remember-my-old-login; @sgt-morgan; @coloursunlimited; @childrenofthegun; @weminiaturestrawberry; @silverlambcaptain; @scarletmoon83; @howtoruin-someones-perfect-day; @krazycags01; @charlottebonnie; @moonlit-raven-haven; @girl-at-the-verge; @boopdedoop; @jardani-jovonovich-bitch; @ladyreapermc; @wifeofdarklordsworld; @mysticfluffyness; @zombiepandajfish; @kollover24; @greenmanalishi; @persephonehemingway;

“Take this off… take it all off…” He growled, pawing at the remains of your expensive lingerie. Keanu’s wet lips kissed up your bare thighs, pushing them open as he settled between them. Your back arched and you threaded your fingers through his hair when he spread your pussy open, licking a thick stripe right up the center. 

“F-fuck…” you stuttered, when he kissed your clit sucking at you slowly while his fingers teased your entrance. 

By now he’d mastered the art of walking that fine line between gentle and rough, knowing just when to speed up or slow down, teasing you with little nibbles, pulling at your lips and letting go with a little pop.

“Like that, baby?” He moaned, his deep voice vibrating through to your core, “You like it when I lick you like this?”

His tongue feathered your clit, the salacious sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of your cunt enough to make you insane. Your stomach clenched and he used his other hand to hold you down, smirking when your legs locked around his head. 

“I’m gonna fucking cum” you hissed, hips writhing beneath him when you let go, gushing all over his face. Keanu moaned, lapping at you greedily, licking every last trace of your arousal.

“I know I ruined your expensive lace, but I’ll get you twelve new ones, I promise” he bit the inside of your thigh, “Ride me” he demanded, sitting up.

His eyes were drowsy with lust, and his hair was fucked. He peeled off his dress shirt and unzipped his trousers, pushing them down just enough for you to crawl into his lap and sink down on his thick cock.

Keanu’s head fell back when you swiveled your hips, sliding into a steady rhythm. You pressed kisses all the way up the center of his throat, stopping on his chin that still glistened from your orgasm. You licked at him, fingers in his hair again when you covered his lips.

You got off on tasting yourself on him, got off on the way he caressed you; tender and needy and aggressive. 

“I love you” you murmured, against his ear, digging your fingers into his shoulders, fighting against the urge to bite his neck and leave marks all over his skin.

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April song prompts: #4 Fuck it I love you

Today’s prompt was requested by @thesadvampire​. Just imagine Santino, at the beginning of his mob career, being a sugar daddy 😏

SONG: Fuck it I love you - Lana Del Rey ft. Santino D’Antonio; Words: 1100 (drabbles, I said 🤡); Warnings: none;

Readers tag list:

@spookier-than-u; @oreofenyloetyloamina; @derangedcupcake; @geostarr; @catsmieow; @wickedlangdon; @bodhi-black; @bugalouie; @onebatch--twobatch; @fandom-lover-4​; @mikaneonox; @drunkonyellow; @spadesandaces2342; @harrisongslimited; @hhighkey; @lunilate; @i-cant-remember-my-old-login; @sgt-morgan; @coloursunlimited; @childrenofthegun; @weminiaturestrawberry; @silverlambcaptain; @scarletmoon83; @howtoruin-someones-perfect-day; @krazycags01; @charlottebonnie; @moonlit-raven-haven​; @girl-at-the-verge; @boopdedoop; @jardani-jovonovich-bitch; @ladyreapermc​; @wifeofdarklordsworld​; @mysticfluffyness​; @zombiepandajfish​; @kollover24​; @greenmanalishi​; @marytvirgin​;

You were too tired to fight, too exhausted to pretend that you weren’t jealous because fuck, you were so jealous and you wondered what he’d done tonight after you’d declined, and most of all, who he’d done it with, “Come on…” you said tiredly.

Santino sighed with relief and picked up the bag, following you inside and closing the door behind himself, “I know that you’ve got your own life that I’m not part of, /bella” he said.

You turned around, taking a deep breath as you took off your coat, though before you could say anything, he continued.

“That doesn’t mean I like it, bella” he added.

“What do you mean?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

He didn’t explain and instead handed the shopping bag to you, “Got you a thing.”

You sighed, knowing it was probably something you’d talked about. He always listened, no matter if you were raving about shoes or telling him about lectures you found particularly interesting. He always listened and he always remembered.

“I don’t want anything” you said.

“Che?” He asked and you could tell he was genuinely confused.

You sighed and sat down on the sofa, looking around to him, “Santino, you know I’m not…”

He raised his eyebrows, following you to sit next to you, “You’re not what?”

“You know I’m not seeing you for … all the things you get me. I mean, of course, that’s part of it, who doesn’t like expensive shit?” You chuckled.

He smiled softly, but encouraged you to go on with a nod.

“I am… I am jealous. And not because you buy me stuff, but because… I like you. I don’t think I would… see anyone else, even if they bought me everything I wanted. I do care about… you.”

He pressed his lips together and you could tell he was contemplating what to say. Whatever you’d had going before, you had ruined it now. Sex and money were a good agreement if both parties agreed, but you didn’t agree anymore.

“If you want to leave because I’m… ruining whatever we have…” you said, chewing on your lip, “I get it. But I just want you to know. It wouldn’t be fair to just… not explain. So if you leave, I’d mind. And I would miss you much more than the things you buy for me. I know that… we’re probably viewing things much differently at this point so… you could have anybody.”

You shrugged and leaned back against the couch, closing your eyes. You were glad that he knew now, it was a huge relief. You also figured he was going to think you’re crazy, this had probably happened to him a million times before. You felt a warm touch on your cheek and looked up to see Santino much closer to you than before, his thumb brushing over the side of your face. You couldn’t help but tilt your head towards his hand and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“If I wanted anybody, I could have a lot less trouble…” he said when he pulled back.

You blinked, looking at him questioningly, “So I’m too much trouble?”

He shook his head with a small smile, “You’re not … entirely easy, are you, bella?” He chuckled, “I thought you only cared about my money so that’s… that’s why I just bought you more and more because I didn’t want you to get bored of… just me.”

Your eyes widened. “Just you?” You asked in disbelief. Shifting to the side, you moved to climb into his lap, straddling him, “You’re a lot more stupid than your last name would suggest, you know that?” You joked, brushing his hair back gently.

“Why are you being mean, bella?” He pouted.

“I’m just teasing, but Santino…” you said, sighing, “Take whatever’s in that bag back to the store and never buy me anything ever again and I still feel the same. You’re so much more and I thought you knew that.”

He blushed, looking away, “I … I do…” he said but you could tell he wasn’t entirely convinced himself. He swallowed and you could see his Adam’s apple bob as his throat tightened.

“So do I” you said, cupping his face into your hands. You couldn’t believe that he was this unsure about himself, about what he had to offer when it came to making someone like you, someone who was completely fascinated with him, stay with him, “And I want you to know that I think you’re amazing. I’ve never met anyone who was so kind and understood me so well.”

He blushed, “I know you understand me too. Whenever I… needed you and talked to you, you didn’t judge me and you were there for me” he said, “Talking to you has helped me more than talking to anybody else ever.”

You smiled, pecking his lips, “You’re also not only super handsome…” you added, loving the way he blushed from just your words, playing with his hair, “But really sexy.”

“You’re just saying that, bella…”

“I mean it” you pouted. “You always make me feel so good, just looking at you is a turn on” you smirked, “And I think there are millions of women out there who would tell you the same thing.”

“I only care what you think right now.”

“And I think I should’ve gone out with you tonight.”

He chuckled, “Can I take you out tomorrow night?”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, “Yes and then we’ll take a photo somewhere where you're sitting in my lap.”

You playfully slapped his chest, “Shut up!”

He laughed, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing his nose against yours and pecking your lips before resting his head on your shoulder, kissing your neck softly, breathing in your scent, “So, what’re we doing now? Now that we know you don’t need a sugar daddy…”

You burst out laughing, pulling your head back to look at him, “Don’t say that!” You giggled, shaking your head, “You’re not some old guy…”

“I am older than you though, bella…”

“Not that much! You’ve got a lot more stamina than me a lot of the time” you grinned, “And you can be very immature” you poked his nose playfully, “Which I love.”

He kissed your lips again softly, his hand moving to the back of your neck to keep you close, “Mmmm, bella… I think I’m in love with you…”

You beamed back at him, your heart beating faster, “Fuck it… I love you, Santino.”

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1st b-day prompts: Prompt 10

This prompt was requested by @iworshipkeanureeves.

PROMPT: I can’t get these memories out of my mind ft. John Wick; Words: 216; Warnings: smut;

Readers tag list:

@oreofenyloetyloamina; @derangedcupcake; @geostarr; @catsmieow; @wickedlangdon; @bodhi-black; @bugalouie; @onebatch--twobatch; @fandom-lover-4; @mikaneonox; @drunkonyellow; @spadesandaces2342; @harrisongslimited; @hhighkey; @lunilate; @i-cant-remember-my-old-login; @sgt-morgan; @coloursunlimited; @childrenofthegun; @weminiaturestrawberry; @silverlambcaptain; @scarletmoon83; @howtoruin-someones-perfect-day; @krazycags01; @charlottebonnie; @moonlit-raven-haven; @girl-at-the-verge; @boopdedoop; @jardani-jovonovich-bitch; @ladyreapermc; @wifeofdarklordsworld; @mysticfluffyness; @zombiepandajfish; @kollover24; @greenmanalishi; @persephonehemingway; @lovelycarose; @jinchanyeolstolemysoul; @penwieldingdreamer; @iworshipkeanureeves; @lovelycarose​; @rdjloverxxx​; @allanawinchester​; @babayagakeanu; @keandrews​;

He was circling you like a predator, the LED lights lighting the whole place, dipping it in various colorful hues. His doe eyes now dark and fiery, glued to your figure as you moved across the dancefloor with the drink in your hand. It felt like he was everywhere you looked, his gaze dancing up and down your body.

“I can’t get these memories out of my mind” John was now right behind you, his hand moving to you neck and now he wrapped his slender fingers around it lightly, your head pressed to his shoulder.

Moving your head to the side you slowly looked at him. The way his eyes darkened when your gazes met, he tucked the hem of your dress to the side, his hand slowly sliding between your legs showing you which kind of memories he was talking about.

You could feel him hard against your ass and you ached to touch him, pushing your hips closer to the front of his pants, grinding into it, wiggling your butt so you could tease him, making him want you even more.

“Then, we should make some more” you breathed against his cheek while his hand finally found the wetness seeping through the fabric of your panties.

‘Mmm, I like that idea very much.”

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1st b-day prompts: Prompt 4A

This version of this prompt was requested by @ladyreapermc​. The rest of the prompts will arrive tomorrow!

PROMPT: I’d suffer Hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight ft. Constantine; Words: 171; Warnings: smut;

Readers tag list:

@oreofenyloetyloamina; @derangedcupcake; @geostarr; @catsmieow; @wickedlangdon; @bodhi-black; @bugalouie; @onebatch--twobatch; @fandom-lover-4​; @mikaneonox; @drunkonyellow​; @spadesandaces2342​; @harrisongslimited​; @hhighkey​; @lunilate​; @i-cant-remember-my-old-login​; @sgt-morgan​; @coloursunlimited​; @childrenofthegun​; @weminiaturestrawberry​; @silverlambcaptain​; @scarletmoon83​; @howtoruin-someones-perfect-day​; @krazycags01​; @charlottebonnie​; @moonlit-raven-haven​; @girl-at-the-verge​; @boopdedoop​; @jardani-jovonovich-bitch​; @ladyreapermc​; @wifeofdarklordsworld​; @mysticfluffyness​; @zombiepandajfish​; @kollover24​; @greenmanalishi​; @persephonehemingway​; @lovelycarose​; @jinchanyeolstolemysoul​; @penwieldingdreamer​; @iworshipkeanureeves​; @lovelycarose​; @rdjloverxxx​; @allanawinchester​; @babayagakeanu​;

“I’d suffer Hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight…” he suddenly rasped into your ear, his hands coming down onto your waist.

“Haven’t you suffered enough of Hell already?” You wanted to turn around, but he was holding you firmly, not letting you to turn around.

“I’d suffer it again, just for you” his hot mouth was on your neck, body pressed into yours, hands wandering down your sides.

“Am I really that worthy of your descent to Hell?” Tilting your head to the side you gave him an easy access to your now exposed neck. Constantine gently kissed your skin as his hands dipped between your legs.

“Oh, fuck baby… you’re so wet” he mumbled against your skin, his fingers sliding between your soaked folds, “Mmm, you’re worthy of everything.”

“Constantine… what if someone’s sees us?” You tried to notice if someone was passing by your secluded corner of the party, but all you could focus on were his touches.

“Then we’re both damned to Hell.”

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1st b-day prompts: Prompt 3A

This version of this prompt was requested by a lovely anon.

PROMPT: Honey I’m a sucker when you linger ft. John Wick; Words: 165; Warnings: smut;

Readers tag list:

@oreofenyloetyloamina​​​; @derangedcupcake​​​; @geostarr​​​​; @catsmieow​​​; @wickedlangdon​​​; @bodhi-black​​​; @bugalouie​​​; @onebatch--twobatch​​​; @fandom-lover-4​​​; @mikaneonox​​​; @drunkonyellow​​​; @spadesandaces2342​​​; @harrisongslimited​​​; @hhighkey​​​; @lunilate​​​; @i-cant-remember-my-old-login​​​; @sgt-morgan​​​; @coloursunlimited​​​; @childrenofthegun​​​; @weminiaturestrawberry​​​; @silverlambcaptain​​​; @scarletmoon83​​​; @howtoruin-someones-perfect-day​​​; @krazycags01​​​; @charlottebonnie​​​; @moonlit-raven-haven​​​; @girl-at-the-verge​​​; @boopdedoop​​​; @jardani-jovonovich-bitch​​​; @ladyreapermc​​​; @wifeofdarklordsworld​​​; @mysticfluffyness​​​; @zombiepandajfish​​​; @kollover24​​​; @greenmanalishi​​​; @persephonehemingway​​​; @lovelycarose​​​​; @jinchanyeolstolemysoul​​​​; @penwieldingdreamer​​​; @iworshipkeanureeves​​​; @lovelycarose​​​; @rdjloverxxx​​​; @allanawinchester​​​; @babayagakeanu​​​;

“Honey, I’m a sucker when you linger” he rasped into your ear, his hand coming down on your ass with a slap.

“What’s the fun of sneaking out in the morning?” You turned around to face him. John was beautifully disheveled, his soft morning form just as sexy as when he’s clad in his black suit. He sucked a mark onto your throat and you moaned, “Mmmm, fancy another round?”

“With you darling? Always… I really can’t get enough of you” John spoke against your skin as his kisses trailed downwards alongside with his hands. He was holding your hips as his head dove between your thighs.

“Oh fuck, John…” you gasped when his tongue licked a path between your folds, “Don’t you fucking dare to stop now!”

“I’m planning on stopping only if you can’t take it anymore…”

“I can’t get enough of you there” you twirled his hair around your fingers, “so better make a good use of this tongue of yours, baby.”