#dc hellblazer

Initially, I thought that the reader was lust drunk and passed out but since you said relaxed I took a different approach. Sorry if I misinterpreted what you meant;;

I was also considering adding Question (Vic Sage), Hal Jordan and Kyle Rayner (Green Lantern) but decided against it.

With basis of them just getting into it after some or a little foreplay:

A drawing I made for myself in a month or so between commissions, and never got to actually post. I wanted to try out a square sketchbook I got and got very carried away askfg Inspired by this.

Devils Advocate

John Constantine x fem!Reader

summary: Kissing and slightly teasing John after a successful Demon hunt.

warning: MDNI (18+), suggestive, sex mentioned (not described), slightly dryhumping John, killing a demon mentioned , demons, blood, a lot of teasing, cigarettes and their smell mentioned (it’s John, are we surprised?)

A/N: soooo. I was going through my drafts and I found this fic I wrote 2 months ago but I never posted this (I didn’t like it & tbh I still don’t but whateverrrrr here you are, hope you enjoy this <33)😛

People think the Devil’s Advocate means defending the bad guy. But it doesn’t really mean that.

It means being willing to walk into places nobody else would touch, willing to look directly at the worst possibility and ask: what if that’s the truth? Which was probably why you and John got along so well. You both weren’t a normal couple. You both definitely have a lot of issues.

The Demon you’d spent three days hunting with John was now laying dissolved into black ash across the floor, its body unable to maintain shape after John had tricked it into breaking a contract written nearly five hundred years ago.

“You know,” John muttered as he flicked blood, not his blood, from his knuckles. “most couples go out for dinner. Watch a movie together or sum.”

You stared at the ruined long lost building around you, at the shattered glass laying across the floor, at the ash disappearing from the remains of the demon you finally got to kill.

“Most couples don’t spend their evenings arguing with a a few centuries year old demon pretending to be a saint.”

“Fair point, love.”

The silence that followed wasn’t peaceful. The air still smelled wrong. The kind of scent that crawled into your lungs and stayed there. The creature had been feeding on grief. Specifically the grief of people who visited the building just to seek a little peace from the world outside.

The Demon whispered to them. Because it knew how lonely these people were who came here. Promised reunions, promised dead loved ones and then it hollowed them out from the inside.

But this wasn’t even the worst part, no, it wasn’t. The victims had thanked it while it happened.

John had called it one of the nastier bastards I’ve met. Which considering his life, was saying a lot about the situation.

You leaned against a cracked stone pillar, exhausted enough that your legs felt heavy. Across from you John looked equally destroyed.

His tie hung loose, white shirt was stained with dirt and ash, there was a split in his lower lip and dark circles sat beneath his eyes. He definitely looked awful but at the same time he looked beautiful. Which was honestly sooo annoying. This man looks so beautiful even when he could use a coma sleep.

“You nearly got possessed.” you said.

“I didn’t.”

“You absolutely did.”

“Didn’t.”

“The thing was literally speaking through your mouth.”

“Momentary setback.” John pointed a finger at you. You laughed despite yourself and then he laughed too.

For a moment neither of you said anything. The darkness around the building seemed to disappear a little. This still doesn’t mean that this place is now peaceful or that the danger was gone.

There was another reason. You both survived and you will see another day together. It happened so often that it should have stopped meaning something. But somehow the meaning only grew because every mission carried the possibility that one of you wouldn’t come back. Every time you both did, the relief felt so great.

John understood that better than anyone. You saw it in the way his gaze lingered. In the way he looked at you now. He looked at you as if he’s mentally checking if you’re alright or hurt somewhere.

His expression slightly softened when he didn’t find anything. He thought you wouldn’t notice how his expression softened but you did. John realized you caught it, which immediately made him scowl.

“Don’t.” He warned you before you could even say anything.

“Don’t what?”

“Look at me like that.”

“Like what?” A grin tugged at your mouth.

“Like you’re planning something now.”

“Oh, you think I planned something?.”

“God help me.”

“You loooove me.”.

“You are unbearable.” John groaned

“You love me. I’m your girlfriend and let me remind you of the time you cried when I was on top-” John cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

“I did not cry.”

“You did, admit it.” A smirk is now planted on your face.

“You make my life significantly worse.”

“Whatever helps you sleep better at night. But we both now it’s after we have sex. Multiple rounds.” His eyes narrowed and your smile widened.

Then he was walking toward you with that dangerous confidence that always made your pulse trip over itself. The same confidence that had talked demons into destroying themselves. The same confidence that somehow survived every terrible decision he’d ever made.

You stayed exactly where you were because moving would have felt wrong and because you enjoyed this far too much.

John stopped directly in front of you. Close enough that you could smell cigarette smoke beneath the blood and dust.

Way too close enough that your heartbeat became a speeding mess.

“You’re insufferable.”

“You keep saying that.”

“It’s true.”

“And yet here you are.” His jaw tightened. You knew that look, very very well.

It was the look John got whenever he wanted something and was trying extremely hard not to admit it.

Neither of you looked away and the tension stretched and stretched and finally snapped.

John kissed you first. The kiss wasn’t gentle by any means. Kissing him was never really gentle. There was too much frustration, too much relief, too many things neither of you knew how to say properly.

His hand found your waist. Yours caught the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. The taste of smoke lingered on his lips. The same split in his lip brushed against yours.

The kiss deepened. It turned into something so messy and desperate Like both of you were trying to burn away the adrenaline still trapped inside you.

You could feel his heartbeat. It was beating so fast, you absolutely love the reaction you get out of him whenever you two kissed.

A breathless laugh escaped you when he backed you against the pillar.

“Careful now.” you murmured.

“Why?”

“This place is technically still not safe.”

“Think we’ve done enough damage already.” You laughed again and John kissed you before the sound could fully leave your mouth. His forehead rested briefly against yours.

“You know.” you whispered, “for someone who complains constantly, you seem pretty happy we survived.”

John’s eyes flickered. Something darker moved through them.

“You have no idea, love.” The words landed heavily. You kissed him again but this time a little slower. And when he pulled you closer, when your bodies pressed together through layers of clothing, neither of you seemed really interested in creating distance. The tension that had been building all night finally had somewhere to go.

Your arms wrapped around his neck. His hands settled firmly at your waist. The kiss became heated again.

The kind that made ruined and cursed buildings and demons feel very far away. You shifted closer without thinking, your front now brushing against his hard dick now. You noticed this of course and decided to rub against him a little more. John moaned softly against your mouth.

One of his hands tightened slightly. It wasn’t enough to hurt you but enough to make your stomach flip. The movement drew another quiet laugh from you.

“Dangerous waters baby. You sure you wanna fuck in a cursed building? Risk other demons watching you crying and beg for more?”

“That can wait until we’re back home. Consider this… a reward.” You murmured and you feel the heat creeping up your face, you’re a blushing mess now.

“A reward?”

“We won.”

“We nearly died.” John whispers teasingly in your ears.

“But we didn’t.”

“That’s your criteria?”

“Absolutely.” John shook his head but he looked way too pleased by the logic. Which was probably because it was exactly the sort of terrible logic he used himself.

some of my favorite hellblazer panels so far as i’ve been chipping away at it

(if you can’t tell i’m currently at the family man arc im a baby fan 😭)

here’s some of my thoughts but Heads up for hellblazer spoilers

The story is so fucking good delanos done an excellent job with worldbuilding and taking the story in directions i didnt expect. Yeah sure it involves magic and the occult, but it feels very grounded in realism and maturity and it makes everything very believable and captivating. And genuinely i love john so much.

A lot of mischaracterizations regarding him would be solved so damn quick if people just, read hellblazer.He’s a humanitarian through and through and a complex character. he cares about kids, minorities, and cares for and is a part of queer people. he’s not even a violent guy he hates firearms and can’t even fight or hold a knife to save his life. (he hates bread crumbs all over his flat…)

the family man arc is defo my favorite one so far but the original sins is also a close second. I think it’s the fact that we get more of a glimpse into john’s personal life and family (thomas constantine when i catch you thomas constantine i am your biggest opp) and we get to see john have very raw emotions that are usually deflected via humor and sarcasm.

i also….love that suit. blue suit i miss you blue suit. maybe ill draw blue suit john 👀