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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 2 years

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What Do You See, Mirror? Chapter 10

John Constantine x reader

Word Count: 865

Summary: The real reason for the divorce

Maybe it was that the pair of you were still riding high and distracted from the fact that you were remarried. Maybe it was just plain bad luck. Either way, a run-of-the-mill evil hunt had spun completely out of control and led to John lying limp and bleeding in your arms with Zed flickering at the edge of consciousness next to you.

Across from you stood the culprit: a demon of middling power that managed to get its hands on a sword that rendered the wielder almost immortal. Nothing John threw at it landed (magical or physical), and any visions Zed managed to have only showed the lot of you dead at its feet.

“At last,” it was monologuing, “the great John Constantine will take his rightful place in the bowels of Hell.”

Zed was just blinking herself awake fully when she saw you stand. All she could do was watch in horror as flames--those same flames she’d seen in your mind so long ago--started writhing around her entire body. Inwardly, Zed wondered what the hell she’d been living with for the last few months. You’d displayed power, sure, but nothing like this.

Outwardly, the demon expressed a similar train of thought as you stormed towards it. Within moments, it found itself simply vaporized, sword or no sword, by the hellfire that seemed to be pouring from every part of you. Later, the lot of you would figure that the sword couldn’t protect from power that matches that of the wielder. Meaning a demon could still be killed by demonic power.

For now, though, the threat of the random demon had passed, but the threat of you was still fully present since you were showing no sign of calming down.

“John,” Zed called weakly, praying her friend was still awake enough to stop his wife.

“I know!” His voice sounded strangled, probably by the pain, but still he was already struggling to his feet. Leave it to John to keep pushing forward despite his injuries. The fire he was approaching was still concerning; Zed only hoped he knew what he was doing by just boldly walking towards her.

Meanwhile, John was almost too worried about you to feel the various injuries that littered his body. Almost. Every part of his face aching was still quite literally painfully present in his awareness. The rest, though, irrelevant as he carefully stepped into the swirling vortex of hellfire. Small blessings that he was immune to your main weapon of choice, he supposed.

“Luv, it’s over,” he tried to say, but his voice was drowned out by the crackling flame. Gritting his teeth, he reached out and took your hand in an attempt to get your attention. Your eyes were solid black when they landed on his. “I’m alright,” he said as loudly as he could manage. “Might not look it, but a couple days and I’ll be right as rain. You can stop now.”

This was what the pair of you had been afraid of when you first realized just how important the other was to you. Neither could ever be sure how they’d react to something happening to the other. It was the real reason for the divorce all those years ago, the hidden one below all the layers of lies.

“Relationship differences,” was the surface one you actually told people, the one that no one that knew you believed.

“Being with a demon-blooded human was a certain way to damn John’s soul,” the partial truth, the one no one had ever tried to look past to get to the real truth.

“The sight of the one you loved potentially dying was enough to send you flying off the handle potentially on a world-ending scale since one of you was part demon and the other was a powerful mage,” that was the truly terrifying one.

The fire calmed finally. The swirling slowed to a stop.

“John?” came your terrified voice. Ironic, considering that you were the only remaining threat.

“Who else?” he said with a tired smirk.

A tiny smile graced your features before your eyes rolled back in your head and you collapsed.

John merely waved off Zed’s scared yelp of your name as he knelt beside your prone form. You’d be fine; that fall wasn’t enough to really hurt you. Normally, he would have tried to catch you, but that dislocated shoulder and broken arm of his simply wouldn’t allow it. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” he muttered while digging his phone out of his pocket with his good hand. “I’ll get Chas on his way.”

It was only once everyone was back in the car on the way home that Zed finally asked the question that had been burning her tongue since you first lost control. “What . . . just happened?”

John just shook his head, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

Which prompted Chas to ask, “It finally happen?”

“. . . Yeah . . .” He squeezed your still-limp hand.

“Was it her?”

“Yeah.”

Chas hesitated. “You’re not planning on leaving her again are you?”

“No,” John denied without hesitation. “Never. We’ll deal with whatever happens as it comes.”

You were the one that responded to that with a croaked, “Good.”

#constantine x reader #john constantine x reader #john constantine imagine #constantine imagine #hellblazer imagine #hellblazer x reader #reader insert #10k

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angelltheninth · 4 months

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Oh ok, I'm hoping it's alright if I send it in again then :)

May I please request John Constantine and/or Jason Todd + jokingly swerving their kiss 🤭🤭 I hope you are having a wonderful day!

Thank you for sending it again, it's a cute ask.

Pairing: Jason Todd, John Constantine x Reader

Tags: fluff, teasing, kissing, dodging kisses, kabedon

A/N: Here I am dodging kisses like a Pokémon wants to dodge Pokeballs.

JASON TODD

Looks like a kicked puppy

Sulks about you saying no to his kiss when you made it obvious you wanted him to kiss you

Pretends to not hear you when you ask him for a kiss

He is really petty about it for almost the whole day

When you least expect it he grabs you and plants a big kiss on you

Couldn't avoid him that time could you

JOHN CONSTANTINE

Won't have that happen to him, he's the one who teases you not the other way around

You attempting to leave is met with him snapping his fingers and teleporting you against the wall

He smirks at your slightly confused expression

Brackets you against the wall and outright challenges you to avoid his kiss the second time

The moment you try to leave you're teleported again but instead you're teleported right in front of him and right in time for his kiss

#dc comics x reader #jason todd x reader #john constantine x reader #dc comics imagine #dc comics headcanons #dc comics fluff #dc comics x you #red hood x reader #the hellblazer x reader #jason todd fluff #red hood fluff #john constantine fluff #the hellblazer fluff

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k2ntoss · 4 months

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y/n: john, can i get a drag of your-?

john: no, you can't lass.

y/n: then what's the point of being around you all the time if i can't even have a smoke?

john: nobody asked you to stick around, luv.

y/n: fine, then i'll leave you all by yourself

john: *stays silent*

john: bloody hell, here. have the rest of it, i don't fucking care if you wanna kill yourself.

john wants you around, he won't say it but he shows it in his own way, mentor!john constantine my little pookie ):

#brainrot marita #john constantine #john constantine imagine #john constantine fluff #mentor!john constantine #john constantine x you #john constantine x reader #hellblazer

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geminigengar · 11 months

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constantine on the phone : what are u doin right now?

y/n : ya mum

constantine: shes dead u nit

y/n: oh i kno

y/n: used the hell portal in the washroom

y/n: got a throat like a hoover, see where u get it from

constantine: bugger off you-

y/n: motherfucker?

constantine:

#john constantine #hellblazer #john constantine x reader #constantine x reader #john constantine x male reader #hellblazer x male reader #dc imagines #incorrect quotes #this been sitting in the drafts a while lol #my own writing

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renata-has-thoughts · 1 year

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W/c: ~1.7k Pairing: gn!reader x John Constantine

Includes: NSFW, Top reader, handjobs, masturbation, car sex (sorta…ig…car handjobs?). 18+ per usual.

A/N: I HAVEN’T WRITTEN IN FOREVER. I’ll spare everyone the details, but this was quite possibly the worst period in my life to start a Tumblr blog. Shits been crazy. I’ll try and get more stuff out soon, apologies!!

Your boyfriend’s travels never failed to enthrall you. Without a doubt, they always came with surprises, ill-timed quips, and incredulous feats of the supernatural. You took a liking to being his ‘getaway driver’, or, essentially, just the person who brought the battered, bruised, and exhausted man home back in one piece. Especially considering he never ended up getting his driver’s license. It allowed ample time for John to splay out his daily adventures to you from his indefinitely-claimed shotgun seat.

“-I made it so complicated, forchristsake, in the end it was just about giving the soul back up to him. Easy.” John complained, bringing a lit, half-smoked cigarette back up to his lips as a sort of punctuation.

“Odd,” you smirked, “you have a sort of instinct to give it up easily,”

Your hands were on the wheel, eyes on the road, but you didn’t need to have any resounding focus on John to know he was giving you a stare from hell and back. You were thoroughly amused, and paid no effort in hiding a smile.

“You think you’re funny, dontcha?” He replied breathily, as if he had been punched in the gut by your words.

“Mm, in fact, I think I’m hilarious,”

Defeated, John turned his head back to greet the cigarette he held in his hand, eyes once again taking in the road before you both.

It was late, empty, and one-laned, lined by bowing trees, limbs extended as if praising the sky above. It was quiet.

John’s passenger side window was cracked just enough to create an escape route for the smoke to retreat. You could hear the background chirp of crickets and low tones of faraway owls in the thick summer air of the backroads. The atmosphere was pressingly calm.

John never was too big of a fan of calm.

He reached over to fiddle with the car radio with his free hand, still taking draws from his cigarette with the other.

“I’m not sure we’re going to get many inner-city stations out here, Johnny. I’ve got CDs in-“

“There we go.” John interrupted, settling on a strong connection he found. The music was a soft lilt amongst the rest of the night, a soothing and permeable volume. “Wanna know a secret?” John asked rhetorically, retracting his hand from the radio to rest on his inner thigh.

“I don’t really have an option, do I?”

“When I was younger, Blur was one of my guilty pleasure bands.”

So that’s which band was playing. The melodic undercurrent of your drive.

“John, a boy band fan. I can’t believe it.” You teased, tilting the corner of your mouth up. “And to think you were in the punk scene all whilst getting a rise outta probably some tories kids. What a poser.”

John winced playfully. “I had a crush on…fuck, uh…Damon, right. I had a crush on him throughout my teenage years.”

“I’m exceptionally jealous.” You remarked with sarcasm dwelling beneath your words.

“Mmm, well, I don’t recall him ever giving me a blowjob that resulted in what felt like two orgasms at once…so…I think you’ve no competition.” He grinned with heavy-lidded eyes, likely referencing the last time you two had fucked.

“Thank god. You may be a slut, John, but you’re mine, right?” You concluded, sparing a glance to meet his pretty eyes. His darted away from yours the second you made to latch onto them.

You feigned a pouting expression. “That’s no answer, Johnny.”

“Yeah, alright. I’m a slut, just for you.” He sighed, but not without the hint of humorous understanding.

“Atta boy.”

John made a barely audible strangled sound. So small picking up on it would be more difficult than a city station in the furrows of a forest. But still possible.

“Can you repeat that for me?” You encouraged, suddenly vying to hear his filthy back thoughts.

“I said,” John began, pressing the cigarette between clamped teeth, taking the now independent hand down to grope aimlessly one, two times at his groin. He emitted a staggered whimper in a pleased, desperate reaction.

“That’s what I thought. I expect no less of you.”

“Fuckin’ hell…” John grumbled, muffled by his smoking as he continued his habits, fingers extending and contracting around the swell in his pants.

“What a predicament. Constantine is so needy he’s taken to near-jacking off in my car.” You mocked, “Albeit I’m not all that surprised, if I’m being honest.”

“I’ve been away from you for a week now…cut me some fuckin’ slack.” He sighed, returning his hand to his cigarette, his other free hand swapping to pick up the responsibilities.

“I get that, but all I said was that you’re a slut. Now you’re getting off-“ -John impeded your words with a garbled moan- “just to my insults alone. Which…yeah, makes sense.”

“Shut up, I know, I know…” John muttered hazily, now unzipping his pants.

“Shut up? I thought you were enjoying me rambling dirty things to you.”

“T-Turn of phrase, you bastard,” John huffed, palming at the waistband of his now-exposed boxers, toying with the mere concept of touching himself.

“So is that a ‘keep going’ or-?”

“Yes, for fucks sake, that’s a keep going,” John complained, taking a quick drag from his cigarette before thrusting a hand down his pants to aimlessly grope at himself. He added a small, “please” eventually.

“Christ, John,” you chuckled, driving with one hand, the other kneading at your forehead as you shook it in disbelief. “You kill me sometimes. I mean,” you began, resting your elbow on the console between you two, offhandedly gesturing towards him as you spoke, “…I mean, you can’t even wait until we get home?”

“Not when you’re calling me your slut and bullshit like that, n-no,” John moaned, his cock now out and clasped in one hand, cigarette to mouth in the other, with his head thrown back.

“Damn you, pretty boy. Damn you.” You muttered as you felt your body stir amidst his moans. You had another twenty or so minutes to go until you got home. No way you could hold out.

“Pretty boy…hmhnnm…I like that a lot,” his hand was moving lazily now, thrusting from head to base in a tired grip.

“I’ve gotta admit, John, you had me pretty fucked over when you were gone all this week. I swear my moans would’ve turned a deaf man to a hearing one. All ‘cause of you, of course.”

“Tell me how you’d touch yourself.”

“Fast.” You said with finality, reveling in the cacophony of curses that melted from John when you said that. “...and rough. Just like how we fuck, hmm?”

“Yeah, yeah, just-just like how we fuck.” John gasped, breath only coming in sporadic, far between bursts, separated by an asphyxiated period of whines. One of which was a jumbled mess of your name. Soft and uncharacteristically vulnerable.

You’ve never parked a car on the side of the road faster.

“Fuck you, pretty boy. Fuck you and your stupid fucking pretty moans-” You grumbled, unlatching your seat belt and then leaning over the console, finding a position with your knees facing him, hand swatting his away so you could take over jerking him off.

“I love it when you steal control of the situation from me,” John moaned, leaning back into the chair, eyes fluttering closed as you took the reins for him.

“I know you do, Johnny, that's why I’m doing this. I’d go as far to say I know you to a fault, right? Knowing all your…” you flicked several fingers over the head of his cock while thrusting your hand, much to his audible pleasure, “...weaknesses.”

“Know me too well, know me too bloody well, fuck!” He rambled, absently bucking his hips into your grip several times with less than poor composure.

Taking note of his unbridled desperation, you picked up your pace to something nearing brutal. His breath picked up as a consequence you easily reveled in. You didn’t stop exploiting his sensitive spot around the head of his cock, and ended up with a grin every time he whimpered. Thank fuck this backroad was empty.

A low rumble grew in Constantine’s throat as he bit his lip, trying to gather himself under your influence.

“Don’t bother with that dignity bullshit, love. You know I love hearing you.” You reminded, careening over to kiss his exposed neck, with his head thrown back, you couldn’t help yourself.

“Okay, yeah, yeah…please-please keep going.” John sighed, his moans making him tremble at this point. “I think ‘m gonna cum.”

“Then cum for me, make a mess outta my hand.”

“Fuck-yeah, I w-will,” he groaned. Soon after his back arched and his eyes snapped tightly shut, shaking as he did as he promised, spilling over your still moving hand. You kept going throughout his orgasm, using his cum as a lubricant. Slowly but surely, you winded down as did he. His back straightened out, and his eyes fluttered back open to meet yours.

“Well, thanks.” He mumbled, smiling broadly, with the hint of weariness in his voice as he calmed down.

“Anytime, Constantine.” You replied, returning his pleased expression. Before he could stop you, you wiped your cum-ladened hand over his trenchcoat, drying it. He opened his mouth to tell you off, but you silenced him with a passionate kiss. He gave up the fight and melted into it, but when you pulled away, he muttered something along the lines of, “this is my nice coat.”

“Alright. Let's get ourselves back home, shall we?” You said, resuming your position in the driver’s seat, buckling yourself in. John, too, righted himself, slipping his boxers and pants back on with a small, shaky exhale of contentment. You added, as you shifted back into gear and got on the road, “We can finish what we started when we get back.”

“...finish?”

“Yeah, gps says we’ve got 15 minutes to go. Think you can recover in that time frame?”

“Do I think I can recover? One look at you and I’m painfully hard, love.”

“You’re such a charmer, Johnny.”

“I try.”

#John Constantine smut #john constantine x reader #Hellblazer smut #Hellblazer fanfiction #Hellblazer fanfic

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mummers-of-the-heart · 2 months

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The Meeting in the Entrance Hall

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You enter an old, abandoned theater house, on a whim quite frankly. People never talk much about this place, at least not younger souls. It's always those wiser, much more experienced people that speak fondly of the place, but when your friends ask what makes it so special they can never find the words.

Beautiful reds line the halls, faintly brighter than stains of crimson sin. Golden accents which bring a special sparkle to it. A slight musky smell. Not one speck of dust. Despite the stories of it being left to rot years ago, it seems to be decently well maintained. As if something couldn't bare to leave.

"Welcome to my theater hall." A soft voice appears from nowhere as you turn to face the mysterious speaker. You didn't hear any steps or signs of another person. "I am Ota, the humble director and manager of this fine establishment."

A pale, sickly thin hand stretches out as an offer to shake their hand. You take it and it feels cold. Still some traces of warmth but it's just that. Traces.

"Is there anything your heart desires?" The words dance in the air entrapping you.

You felt like you were floating.

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awritingotaku · 8 months

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Me slapping the new Jason Todd X Reader I’m writing: This baby fit so much trauma and exploration of the affects of childhood neglect and abuse on the mind. Even got space to use Constantine in a short story as a foil to the reader.

#otaku writes once more #Jason todd x reader #John ‘the human train wreak’ Constantine mention #so… taking notes from code realize on how to write #oh yeah been reading the OG run of hellblazer #writing stuff like this is cheaper than therapy #tw child abuse #tw child trauma #tw child neglect

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vampyreluna · 2 months

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john constantine: HELLBLAZER. c.ai bots !!

• you’re the nanny to his daughter

• he’s crazy for you.

• he’s a drunken bastard.

these are all I got (for now) !! promise I’ve got more up my sleeve, just not the right time to release ‘em due to some editing. happy typing, you demons !!

#john constantine #hellblazer #vertigo comics #dc comics #john constantine x reader #c.ai bot

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technicolor-rhapsody · 2 years

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I just saw that you wanted to try your hand at writing and I can’t wait to see your stuff.

I know this technically wasn’t one of the options. But what do you think would happen if John Constantine shared the same universe as The Lost Boys? Would they get along? Would he try to kill them? Would they fight over the reader?

@immortal-velociraptor

Thanks for the request! I certainly don't mind people suggesting crossovers or even things not on my list. I mainly made that as a quick guide I guess you can say.

You know I've actually thought about his before and it's a crossover I really love the thought of!

I think Santa Carla could easily be a place that makes it onto John's radar; a lot of possible jobs ya know? As far as how well he'd get along with the boys, I think it would depend on the situation. They'd probably give him a hard time, play games with him especially if he starts getting into their territory too much. A sort of frenemies situation. Unless of course John goes after one of them or even the reader if they're associated with the boys. The boys are not only protective of themselves but reader as well.

If the reader is part of the boys' little coven, I could see them trying to get reader to take a bote of him as part of initiation/becoming a full fledged vamp. Of course that's not an ideal situation considering the demon blood that's been mixed with his own. In that case, John's blood probably could act as a vampire repellent.

Let's say you have some sort of relationship with John. Be it friends or more like coworkers. You've been around the block. You know about magic, the supernatural and paranormal. The longer you're with him/around him, the less certain things surprise you anymore. Yet meeting the boys will give you butterflies. Even if you know there's something up with them, you just can't resist their charms. Sure, John's charming and good looking in his own way. These mysterious guys though? Talk about heart throbs. The minute the boys catch a hint of your interest it's hook, line and sinker for you. They'll try and reel you in. John's having none of it however.

I could see there being a scenario where John and the boys begrudgingly work together. Say one night the reader gets attacked and turned by another vampire. Now there's a lot of vamps in Santa Carla --- too many even. In exchange for helping find and kill the head vampire so you can become human again, David and the boys may want something magic related from John in return.

I've got a small little something under cut. Whether it would turn out to be anything or not is up in the air.

Santa Carla, California. Murder Capital of the World. The tag line you had seen painted on the charming sign as you, John and Chas had driven into town. The easiest explanation could have been just a bunch of teenagers tagging it for shits and giggles. After all, if this beach side town was truly a murder capital wouldn't it have been more well known? Sure, it seemed like tourists flocked to the city but otherwise you had never heard of it. When you had asked John if he knew anything about the area. The answer was no, but the name had sounded familiar.

The two of you had spent the day investigating the area. So far the only clues you found were a shit ton of missing persons posters posted around town and a couple of kids at a comic store insisting the place was overrun with vampires. You're not sure why the idea seems absurd considering some of the things you've encountered while with John.

By now the sun has set, welcoming in the night time. You and John have decided to visit the boardwalk. You noticed it during the day, and while it was filled with people during the day now it seemed even more lively.

"How likely is it that those kids were right and the only things here are bloodsuckers?"

John hums, leaning against one of the wooden rails. "I'd say pretty bloody likely." He lights up a cigarette and smirks. "No pun intended."

You laugh anyways. "Well then it should an easy job. How hard is it to find a demon in a sea of vampires?"

"Oi, bite your fuckin' tongue, love." He snorts before taking another drag of his cigarette. He holds it out to you, offering to share.

He starts rambling on but your attention is caught elsewhere. There's a group of guys whooping and hollering as they come out of what seems to be a record store. They're each so unique in their appearance. And absolutely gorgeous. There's the tall, shirtless brunette. There's a blonde that's just an inch shorter than him but he looks like he's part of a glam rock band. The shortest of the four had such an angelic face coupled with beautiful, golden ringlets. Lastly there was the bleach blonde whom had such icy blue eyes they could freeze a person on the spot. And that's exactly what happened.

You had made direct eye contact with the bleach blonde. He grinned and soon three other sets of eyes were on you. Each of the guys gave a smile that could stop your heart. These guys were trouble. But the kind of trouble that was exciting. Trouble that would make you feel alive.

You're snapped out of your daze when the ciggie is snatched from your grip when you failed to pass it back. John's mumbling about wasting a perfectly good cig. Even still you can't help but look at the spot where the rabblerousers had been. They're gone now; vanished in the blink of an eye. You face has grown warm.

John has taken notice of your intense stare and leans closer, his expression a bit more serious now. "Aye lass, wot you see? Somethin' worth checking out?"

"Oh! Um no. Just....a lot of strange people." It's not a complete lie. You finally glance at John. He squints his eyes at you a moment then shrugs, relaxing his body.

"Maybe we should walk around more. If nothing else, enjoy the local sights?" You suggest, putting on an innocent smile. "I do really want to ride the carousel."

#the lost boys fanfiction #crossover fanfiction #John Constantine x reader #lost boys x reader #Hellblazer fanfic #Tlb fanfiction #the lost boys fic #John Constantine #The lost boys

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gatorbites-imagines · 4 months

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John Constantine x tattoo artist?? Smut or no (you choose!) I think it would be cute if john gets his tats from the reader (also kind of a possessive/marking quality there lol)

John Constantine x Tattoo artist male reader

Headcanons

Sorry there’s been no posts this week, classes have started up again, so as you can imagine I’m exhausted and have a lot less free time. I’ve been using most of my free time to read JJK, ngl.

Imagine being a magical tattoo artist, something like a seal maker. You do large complex and beautiful pieces, but you hide different seals and protection markers inside the patterns. It keeps the real purpose of the tattoo a secret, but is also pretty to look at.

John already has tattoos in the hellblazer comics, but imagine you giving him different ink. Something a lot less obvious and more attractive.

It makes him pass as a hot blonde British guy covered in a lot of fancy ink, instead of some brit with lotsa weird cult looking tattoos.

John becomes one of your most common customers, mainly because a lot of the tattoos you put on him disappear after the seals been used, since its all defense and storage. He might also use it as an excuse to see you more, so he can flirt.

John being John, would get a tattoo right above his crotch, think like a reverse tramp stamp, or a succubus tattoo, just so he can have you sitting between his thighs as he gives his flirting his all.

You definitely end up railing him within an inch of his life in the tattoo chair, tsking and “punishing” him for straining the tattooed area too much, and “messing up your work” when he writhes too much.

In the beginning its just a friends with benefits situation, something like a “happy ending” you might say. John wouldn’t be someone to do relationships for the most part, since most of the ones he’s been in haven’t ended great.

He subconsciously also wouldn’t want to paint a target on your back, since hes always involved with all kinds of stuff. But he cant help but always find himself back with you, getting some new seal inked onto his skin.

And if every visit ends up with him bent over the tattoo chair, or down on his knees to “thank you”, then who will judge him.

John would end up finally acknowledging his feelings when you save him from his big bad of the week, using your complex and intricate tattoos to pull out weapons and spells, and later seal the being that’s after him.

Its hard to deny how he feels after that, and though he wouldn’t put it into words, he would act differently. Like just showing up at your parlor to spend time with you without getting anything done, or sending you little protection charms or trinkets.

At some point you guys just start kissing and acting like a couple, without actually putting a name to it. It’s a dangerous life you both live, and words mean everything, so you never tell anybody you guys are lovers, since that would make the target on you both even bigger.

It doesn’t keep you guys from pretty much living together and acting all domestic, or being completely exclusive to just each other. John turning down all advances made on him confuses people in the beginning, until they just come to accept it.

John ends up with even more tattoos, these a lot more complex than average useable seals. These are the kinds that you have spent your entire life developing, and had only used on yourself because they’re that powerful.

The league are knocked back by how powerful his spells have become, and how much damage he can withstand. Only other magic users with the knowledge know just how amazing his tattoos are. He never tells them where he got them, just because he’s an ass.

You end up helping out more with his business, and he ends up being free advertisement for your parlor. Of course, no one gets tattoos like you or John, you would never give a possible enemy that kind of power, but it helps pad your pockets quite a lot.

John’s enemies end up targeting you as well, but they’re easily dealt with for the most part.

He ends up getting teased be friends and allies that he’s getting soft and domestic, cuz he doesn’t go out to bars like before, and wants to be home in time to watch a movie with you, or just go to sleep together.

He ends up a lot less stressed too, since you rock his world whenever he needs it, and become someone he can let down his defenses and just be vulnerable with.

In the end he probably gets pavloved to get in the mood when you tattoo him, or he hears the noise of the tattoo gun. John always blames you for making him this way, because you always go down on him after giving him new ink, not that he’s complaining.

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fandomnerd9602 · 5 months

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Wanda Maximoff X reader who is pretty much the Marvel's version of John Constantine.

Wanda tries to mess with the Darkhold...

Y/N: I wouldn't mess with that, love

Y/N lights a cig...

Wanda: why not?

Y/N: wouldn't want it to corrupt you.

Wanda: as opposed to you corrupting me?

Y/N: (laughs) we could have some real fun, Maximoff.

Wanda: I look forward to it, Hellblazer

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel incorrect quotes #mcu fandom #incorrect marvel quotes #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #the scarlet witch #scarlet witch

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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 2 years

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What Do You See, Mirror? Chapter 9

John Constantine x reader

Word Count: 362

Summary: The next morning

You woke in the morning feeling like you got hit by a bus. That’d be the drinking, you’d wager. Already, you felt the old, formerly familiar weight of a ring on your wedding finger, but that was something to be analyzed when you didn’t feel like death warmed over. You gracelessly flopped your hand behind you to see if John was still there.

Based on the annoyed grunt when your palm met skin, John was in fact in bed with you.

“You awake?” you grumbled.

“Unfortunately.” His arm came tourist around your waist, pulling your back against his chest.

“Any chance you know a spell for hangovers?”

“Only one that causes them,” was all he murmured before kissing your shoulder.

“Why did I marry you?”

It felt like the pair of you tensed up at exactly the same time. Your eyes snapped wide open despite the pain caused by the dim light that managed to slip through the curtain; you could only assume he looked the same in that instant. Your hand trailed down slowly to squeeze his upper thigh.

“By any chance, do you recall us quite responsibly using a teleportation spell while we were drinking last night?”

“By any chance, do you recall us getting married and having an argument with Zed last night?” you countered.

“I do.” There was a pause that was only filled with him kissing the back of your neck. “Any regrets?”

You rolled over so you could kiss him firmly on the lips before promising, “Never. I stand by what I said last night.” You were pretty sure you said it, at least. “You’re it for me, John Constantine.”

An uncharacteristically genuine smile spread across his handsome face. “I’m yours. For better or worse, sweetheart. Hell or not, danger or not, I’m not letting you slip through my fingers again.”

His grin was apparently infectious because you found yourself mirroring it. You traced his cheekbone with your thumb. “I love you.”

That beaming smile turned knowing; he was well aware that that tone almost always came with a favor being requested. “Love you too. Let me guess. Coffee?”

“Please?”

“Only because you asked so sweetly.”

#constantine x reader #john constantine x reader #john constantine imagine #constantine imagine #hellblazer imagine #hellblazer x reader #reader insert #10k

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thebisexualdogdad · 9 months

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Could you plz do headcanons with Hellblazer!Reader x Donna Troy?

Donna troy x Male!reader

● you have known Donna for a decade first meeting back when you were 18

● the justice league dark which you had recently joined were asked to aid the justice league in fighting doomsday

● Dick had written you off but Donna fully believed in your magic

● Dick "really Donna? You're falling for this mumbo jumbo?" He says as they watch you create a potion made of outlandish ingredients Dick had never heard of

● Donna "the Amazon's history is rooted in God's and goddesses, occultism is not too far out of the box"

● sure you two met up every so often to hook up but with the amount of traveling around you both did you decided it was best not to commit to a relationship and ruin the good thing you had

● but then years later she's settled down in San Francisco with the titans so you found a way to make your own pocket dimension headquarters to allow you to move to San Francisco to be with her while still having 24/7 access to the other JLD members when needed

● Donna is the only one on the titans who is allowed to have a key to this pocket dimension

● and Gar and Connor have been banned from even stepping inside after setting off a magical windstorm in your library while messing around with some of your ancient artifacts

● well Kori has been trusted with another key in case of an emergency but no one except you and Donna know that

● Donna walking in on you doing a spell fully naked

● "see something you like love?" You say with a grin

● "Y/N please put some clothes on, the titans need your help"

● you become a mentor of sorts to Rachel teaching her about the supernatural and how to control her powers

● she's also not allowed to take any of your spell/ritual books out of the library because once again Gar and Connor were messing around and accidentally summoned a demon in the titans tower

● Donna and Zatanna are super close

● Zatanna tells Donna so many embarrassing stories about you

● and all the magical mishaps she's witnessed you make

● being the only girl in the JLD Zatanna also likes having other women around

● Zatanna "you think Gar smells bad when he shapeshifts? You don't even want to know the smells that come off of Alec when he returns from the swamp"

● giving Donna your trench coat when it's cold out

● "you know there is something that will warm you up" you say suggestively

● Donna leans in like she's going to kiss you but instead whispers "tequila?"

● Donna pulling you in by your tie to actually kiss you

● and flirting with her at the most inappropriate times during missions

● Jason "does he ever shut up?"

● Jason still hasn't forgiven you for the time you turned him into a rabbit

● in your defense it was Kent's idea after the two of them were arguing because Jason was trying to sneakily put his Dr Fate helmet on despite being warned not to several times

● Jason "it's just a stupid helmet what's the big deal"

● "kid that helmet is one of the most powerful artifacts in the world not even I could handle wearing it, you certainly wouldn't be able to"

● Bobo argues a lot with Dick on who is a greater detective, him or Bruce

● Bobo "Richard, I am a member of mensa"

● Dick "yeah but you're a monkey!"

● Bobo "a chimpanzee actually and batman is the one who comes to me for help not the other way around"

● "he's got a point Dick"

● Dick "not now Y/N!"

● when Donna died you and Rachel stopped at nothing to get her back

● Kent told you it would be impossible to resurrect her but she was the love of your life, you would either get her back or die trying

● when you do finally get her back the two of you decide to put superheroing behind for a bit and travel the world together

● a year later Kori gets a call that you proposed in Paris and that Donna would need her help planning the wedding

#titans imagine #donna troy imagine #donna troy x reader #x male reader #headcanons

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