#john constantine x gn reader

[jscrawls]

Not gonna lie kinda loving the Jason x Addams!reader x john ship, can’t imagine Bruce’s reaction

Omg y'all are killing me with the poly ship 😭

(it amuses me greatly)

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Surprisingly Bruce doesn't find out for a long while, between Jason's avoidance of the manor and Bruce as a whole and John's surprisingly affective efforts to avoid him. (John's hardly scared of him, he just doesn't want the headache of getting cornered by the paranoid bastard more than he has to on their occasional overlapping jobs.)

You don't spill the beans in your weekly tea sessions with Alfred, and you don't have near enough electronics in your home for the bats to tap so they don't find out that way either.

It's actually your darling little niece and nephew who let the cat out the bag.

They were staying with you because there was a month long summer camp in Gotham with "views to die for" (it was outside of Grundy's swamp.) but the kids didn't wanna sleep there at night, they weren't allowed to torment the other children or teach them how to make deadly traps, unfortunately. The camp counselors didn't like it so the options were either they were kicked out of camp or they stayed somewhere else at night where they weren't unsupervised, being the good relative you are you offered your place to them to assuage both the summer camp counselors and your dear cousin and their family.

Pugsley and Wednesday weren't aware of the.... Tension between your partners and the neighbor though, so one evening after growing bored of playing with Pamela's poisonous plants and Harleys hyenas they wound up in a certain someone's yard.

"well hello there kids, are you two lost? how'd you make it over the fence over there?"

Bruce slowly approaches the two kids, one looks near Damian's age possibly and the other one is even younger, probably eight or nine if he has to guess. They don't look frightened or anything so hopefully they're not runaways, God forbid people start dropping strays in his yard just because he has an adoption tendency...

The younger one, the boy, blinks slowly and gives him a confused look. His baby fat full face tilting like a puppy. "We're not lost mister, we know exactly where we are."

All the older girl says is. "your fence needs more barbed wire."

Bruce blinks slowly, okay.... Not lost is good at least?

".... Alright. Where did you come from? I can call someone for you...."

The girl silently points her finger, a grave expression on her face as they all glance across the hill at the neighboring house that's half overgrown with vines and weeds.

"our relative lives right over there."

The girl sounds so dead serious that Bruce wonders if she's telling the truth about that, (name) Addams couldn't be serious if their life depended on it...

"...I didn't realize they had anyone over, how about I take you two back to their house?" He's trying to maintain a calm and friendly demeanor with them anyways, they're just kids after all. They shouldn't cross a road by themselves.

"that would be acceptable. right pugsley? Uncle Jason and John should be home soon. We can play stab-knife with them."

The girl straightens up and smoothes down her black dress like she's preparing for a throwdown, her dark brows furrowed in a glare the likes of which would be more fitting on a man preparing for war.

The boy smiles and latches onto Bruce's hand while already babbling excitedly In that way kids do when something exites them, but Bruce is frozen for a solid minute. "..... Uncle Jason and... Uncle John?"

He must be jumping to conclusions, those are extremely common names after all. The girl is already stalking away as she answers, barely even sparing him a glance over her shoulder.

"our relative, (name's) partners."

The boy again nods, backing his sister up quickly. "Mhmm, they're so cool! They told me they've both been buried before and died, it's awesome sauce!"

Bruce thinks he's gonna punch (name) or John into a coma.

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Both kids knock on the door, the one apparently named Wednesday gives a few firm taps while pugsley stretches both his hands up above his head and slaps he's hands on the door repeatedly while giggling, he keeps this up until someone unlocks it and opens the door.

"oi knock it off, I was wandering where you-oh...tits."

John doesn't even bother to correct his language in front of the Rugrats when he meets the pissed off stare of Bruce Wayne on his partners stoop, he considers slamming the door in his face as hard as he can but.... The niece and nephew are standing there expectantly. Damn it all to hell.

"you're dating my son." Bruce grabs the edge of the door and starts to pull it open, John holds onto it just as tightly, he wants that barrier between them after all.

"who me? You know I don't 'date' luv. That's um, too many strings and... Whatnot."

Pugsley gasps and also his hands against his cheeks, both men near forgot the two were even there.

"are you leaving (name) and Jason!?" The kid nearly shrieks, are those tears forming in his eyes? That one's definitely related to (name).

Wednesday just looks slightly disgusted as she watches them both grabbing the door in a death grip, she rolls her eyes and starts pushing on both of them to try to wriggle her way through the small gap in the door.

"I'll inform relative (name) of this change. Come along pugsley, they'll want comfort."

John let's go of the door with a loud sigh, choosing to follow and plead with the child and preteen instead of fighting to keep Bruce out. "Now hold on a moment, hold your horses girlie. You're ruining my little white lie here."

Wednesday pauses and glares between the two men critically. "You're lying to the neighbor.... Are you ashamed or something?"

"of course not!"

Bruce slams the door roughly behind him. "You should be. Really? My son? You and the..." He glances at the two kids, who are again watching them silently. ".... Person, who lives here need to leave Jason alone, for good."

John rolls his eyes and turns on his heel to walk further into the manor, he does not wanna this conversation like this. Bruce and the kids follow after him.

"last I checked your boy doesn't even live with you, he's a grown man luv. Maybe you should keep that in mind before you do regrettable things in front of the little ones."

Bruce is practically grinding his jaw as he restrains himself, this would look so much different if the two kids weren't involved first. The slimy bastard surely knows it based on the way he seems to keep at least one in-between him and Bruce at all times.

"you say that like you're a normal, stable man that's trustworthy around him, how'd you and the Addams even talk him into this!?"

"talk who into what? Oh pugsley Wednesday there you are! I see you brought Mr Wade over for some afternoon poison!" You coo at the kids as you walk into the foyer, a big smile on your face as you happily wave at Bruce despite the obvious tension in the room.

Pugsley runs over to you and throws his arms around you and sags his weight against you dramatically. "Are you and Uncle Jason breaking up?"

You blue-screen a little at that.

".... Uhh, what? Could you say that again pugs?"

John sidles over to your side quietly, unsure if he should say something or hope that if he holds still long enough maybe Bruce will forget he's there and leave.

"(name) you and John can't leave Jason, mother was making a voodoo doll for him already." Wednesday pipes up, the girl already making herself comfortable with your table snacks on the couch.

".... Am I missing something here?"

John leans over to whisper into your ear. ".... Bruce is very upset about our... Proclivities with Jason, gorgeous."

Bruce frowns and crosses his arms over his chest. "Considering both of your track record, I don't think you're stable enough for Jason. Take that however either of you will."

"instability makes romance all the more whimsical, does it not? I don't see what your issue is, Mr Wade." You shrug and walk over to Wednesday -pugsley still clinging to you- to pour them a little arsenic after their outside venture.

"or you create an echo chamber for bad habits and harmful mindsets, Jason doesn't need this influence." Bruce gestures around your foyer, at the spell book collections on your bookshelf, the labeled poisons in glass cases, John, you.

You take a steadying breath and turn to face the man with your signature too-wide grin on your lips.

"Mr Wade, I respect you as much as any man respects a fellow mentally deranged violence obsessed lunatic, but I have to disagree with you you here. I want the best for both Jason and John, happiness, understanding, support, I myself don't have children but those are all things I would want my darling little niece and nephew to find if they ever chose to pursue romance. Don't you want that for Jason?"

"I...." Bruce trails off, glancing over your shoulder with an unreadable look on his face.

When you turn Jason's standing at the top of the staircase, watching all of you silently.

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A/n: this got a little too long so I'm ending it here, sorry anon! This was fun so I hope you enjoy 💜💜💜

@viilan

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Fallen Night

John Constantine x Rich Reader (Gender-Neutral)

Request - John Constantine x rich reader who spoils him

John came back a mess from a mission, he was gone for days. His trench coat is ripped and he smells bad, but you couldn't help to kiss him.

“I missed you, but I need a shower,” John said.

“Yeah, you smell so bad,” You said.

John starts to take off his clothes and gets in the shower. You throw away his clothes and he is happy to be home. You and John have been dating for a while and he asked you to move in with him. He knows you are not used to living in a small house since you grew up in a rich family. But you told him you don't care about the size of the house.

He comes out of the shower and puts on clean clothes. Then you start to make something to eat.

“Finally some real food,” John said.

“The food is bad in hell?” You asked.

“It’s rubbish, love,” John said.

You and John start to eat together. He starts to tell you how he got annoyed by the legends.

“Oh, I got something for you!” You smiled.

“What is it?” John asked.

You rushed to get the gift from the closet, then you come back. You give the big box and you can't stop smiling.

“Open it” You smiled.

“Okay, keep your knickers on, I'm going to open it” John smirked.

He starts to open the box and it's a very expensive trench coat. He touched the material and it‘s much better than the one he wears.

“This trench coat feels better than my old coat,” John said.

“Try it on” You smiled.

John puts on the trench coat and he likes it.

“This actually feels good. Love, you didn't have to buy it for me” John said.

“I wanted to. You look very handsome in it” You said.

John kissed you on the lips and you smiled again. At the beginning of the relationship, John wasn't used to being spoiled with gifts and lots of attention. But later on, he got used to it but he isn't the type ask for gifts or anything in general. John is a simple man, but he does appreciate what you do for him.

✬ ✬ ✯ ✯

You bought expensive chocolate and you share it with your boyfriend.

“Please tell me, you didn't spend over a hundred pounds on chocolate,” John said.

“First of all, it wasn't hundred dollars,” You said.

“How much was it?” John asked.

“Five hundred dollars...” You said shyly.

“What!?” John yelled.

He almost choked on the chocolate, you start to pat his back.

“Five hundred pounds! Are you insane, love!?” John said.

“First of all, this was made by the best chocolate maker ever. Do you have any idea how long I had to wait and get them!? And you like it, because you keep eating it” You said.

“You are making my hair grey faster,” John said.

You rolled your eyes at him. But you and John kept eating the chocolate together. Later, you and John had to go on a double date with Ava and Sarah.

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It's John’s birthday and he doesn't want a party at all. John couldn't help to smile when you surprised him with cake, some balloons, and gifts.

“Happy birthday, John!” You said.

You hugged him then he kissed you on the lips.

“Thank you, love,” John said.

You kissed him again and he smacked your ass. You lit the candles and you took a picture of him, you don't share the picture with anyone. You just save the picture on your phone. He blows out the candle then you cut a piece of cake for him. You and John start to eat the cake

“Here is your gift,” You said.

“Good cake. Let's see what you got for me” John said.

He had some frosting on his lip, you wipe the frosting off his lip with your thumb.

“Do you like it?” You asked.

You got him a costume made lighter and his name is craved on the bottom. And there are two rare diamonds in the middle.

“Wow, Y/n I'm speechless but I love it,” John said.

“I’m glad, you like it” You smiled.

He gave a peck on the lips. He starts to open the other gifts then you and John ate more cake. John did like all the gifts that you bought for him.

“You know, I don't like celebrating my birthday but with you is better,” John said.

You gently hold his hand.

“You mean so much to me,” You said.

“You better not tell anyone about this,” John said.

“I won't tell anyone,” You said.

John kissed you on the lips. Then he lit the cigarette with the new lighter and he couldn't help to smirk.

[acid-ixx]

that's my type! (again &. again drabble)

ft. yandere john constantine x gn! neglected reader w/ the batfamily

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

— masterlist !

absolute shitpost, but i keep thinking in my series, again &. again, the awkward tension of having to reject all your suitors right in front of your family.

they don't explicitly force you to tell anyone off – suddenly, bruce believed in the means of gentle parenting after your abduction – but you can tell with their expectant eyes and damian's harsh glares or cass' fighting stance against the small crowd, that if you don't play with their whims, there might be more than broken bones and sore bodies after, compared to simply rejecting them as nicely as you could.

it's kind of like a peace treaty, a silent agreement between your side and theirs to ensure no harm befalls anyone you're close to, if you think about it.

you're still too considerate for your own good, after all.

"... sorry, haha... i'm not interested in dating any one of you right now," your voice is faint like the ghastly whispers of the hallways you're once subjected to, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt, eyes downcast in fear of watching their reactions churn out.

if you don't take kindly to the past rejection of your family, then what of them?

imagine the silence that ensues first, then the short celebration after from your family's side. steph shoots your love interests a harsh glance, shooing them away in her high-pitched mockery paired with a mean grin and a tongue sticking out at the heartbreak plastered all over their faces.

there's a brief, "hn," on damian's side. despite the short reply and his still-crossed arms, you can tell it's a tone of satisfaction with just how his lips quirks up at the corner of his mouth.

you look away when your eyes meet his.

at first, you braced for the blinding shame that overcomes your being, these were people precious to you after all. yet the more you think about yourself even further, the more the cup spills with overwhelming anger instead.

anger at just how you allowed your sardonic, dictatorial family the belief that they could just control who you should and shouldn't spend your years of romantic pursuits with.

it's your dating life, not theirs! and you're a full-fledged adult, mind them!

no! this shouldn't be their moment, you shouldn't lose your dignity and reputation, seen as someone in the public eye allowing the very same people who estranged them the delusion of control over your emotional autonomy to romantic feelings.

you don't allow the time to stretch even further, touching your precious amber necklace when you're sure nobody's looking. it's gifted by someone special, and you hope your beloved on the other side, in another dimension, could hear your distressed signals.

there's an unsound churn, a melodic beat akin to the thrum of a heart that plays mechanically at the pattern your fingers run on the shiny crystal. a warm, intangible glow encases your body like a hug, he'll be here for you soon.

then before the celebration ensues, before dick could explode with absolute joy, praising his baby bird about how he's so proud that they're prioritizing themself or any other patronizing bullshit he wants to splurge, or before bruce can come over to you to give you a pat on the head, possibly even an awkward sidehug, and one of his rare smiles; you breath heavily, then with all your heart, retort with:

"— in fact," your voice booms with a sudden assertiveness that shocks even you, commanding everyone's attention on your furrowed brows and tired glare at the nuisance they're causing. once their eyes are looking expectedly on you, you continue with no hesitation.

"...i'm- well... i'm actually into older men...

— hell, i'm dating one right now..."

a magic circle appears right behind you, encasing your form in a sheer, yellow glow. goosebumps erode from across your body, both from giddy anticipation and the dramatic entry of wind that kisses your skin cooly.

after a momentary beat, alongside watching your wide-eyed crowd, john fucking constantine steps out of the space, his arms already wrapped dangerously close to your hips to be considered not intimate. you turn your back, head meeting his chest, and bring your arms to envelop his shoulders.

he smells of booze and pride.

"miss me already, darlin'?" john laughs and sweetly kisses your sweaty forehead, you giggle at the ticklish sensation of his shaved beard hovering above your head and the faint scent of cigarettes hitting your nostrils.

"oh, more than you could ever know, babe."

his lips find their way to your mouth in a quick peck, as your nose nuzzles with his. there were no other sounds surrounding you other than your shy laughter when his hands explored further below your hips.

after a moment of love-filled gazes, he turns his head to the crowd and offers them a bemused smile, the expressions of those watching makes your shameless pda all the more worthwhile.

alfred's jaw drops to the floor, the tray on his hands cluttering on soft, velvety capets, poor him. even your father couldn't even believe, in all his years of living, that this man had the balls of steel stealing the heart of his precious child.

he doesn't even have the contingency plan for- for this...!

cue the absolute shitshow that plays in everyone else's mind, as you try to convince your boyfriend to get you both out of the place because sloppily making out with you and fondling with the sensitive parts of your body in front of your suitors and family isn't the best course of action if he wants to lose all his limbs.

jason already got his guns out, damian his sword, and duke wouldn't waste a beat triggering his metahuman powers— you know your man, constantine, is a capable lover and fighter with years of experience, but against a crowd of metahuman love interests and a literal house full of trained combatants, you don't want him to sore his body out protecting you before the real fun begins in your shared bed.

all that trouble, when he's capable of teleporting you both away into a safer area, a different dimension where it's just you two. and, you know...

his hand playing with the fat of your ass is already enough to cause a heart attack for all of them, anyways.

a/n: woah, my writing style fluctuates a lot. as i've stated, the more i become invested with the dc fandom, the more i want to branch out with other characters too. i also want more creative plots ngl. this is inspired by my own fic, just a taste. please leave comments below, it's my main motivation bec i'm an attention whore (slash jay) and my works have been flopping lately LMAO. i hope you guys become as feral as i am for this british man.

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

DEATHSTROKE!READER HEADCANONS CUZ YALL LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!

Deathstroke reader's hair is fried, like it was back when they used to be Robin. They used to straighten their hair to an unreasonable amount. Actually, think of Steph back in her Robin days—that was literally the reader's hair back when they were Robin, but it didn't work well for their hair type, resulting in terrible and irreversible hair damage. When they joined Deathstroke, they shaved all their hair off and started fresh. Fresh hair. The reader has a buzz cut that is gelled to be spiky and styled; it's actually pretty good. They used to dye their hair a lot, like blonde, which also contributed to the hair damage. Last but not least, the Wilson family loves to rub your freshly buzzed hair.

Deathstroke reader has acne around their face, which is basically your fault because you wear a lot of makeup, causing some acne. Also, your mask makes you sweat, clogging your pores. You've been thinking about getting a skincare routine, but you're too lazy, so Rose does your skincare every now and then. Your acne isn't really noticeable; it's just there. But as long as you keep up with those face masks, you'll be fine.

Deathstroke reader is non-binary; they go by all pronouns and wear both masculine and feminine clothing. They used to only wear masculine clothes back in their Robin days because they hated femininity due to their mother. I'll get into this deeper in a later fic. Deathstroke reader is also around 19 to mid-20s; I wanted to make them older compared to the other readers, who are either in high school or in college. Deathstroke reader is pretty tall, like basketball-level tall, standing right next to Slade's shoulder.

Deathstroke reader smokes; Rose does too, and I'm pretty sure I saw a comic where Slade smokes. It runs in the family, I guess, but you can't find your lighter anywhere—borrowed by Rose, or you lost it some way, somehow. So you find intricate ways to light a cigarette. Hell yeah, the Flash's electric speed definitely helps your Green Lantern boyfriend light your cigarette for you. Totally, Deathstroke reader will literally walk up to Bruce, smoking in his face. The rest of the Bat Family hates the fact that you smoke, scolding you and saying it's bad for you, like you're some child, even though you're about to be pushing 30. It gets on your nerves.

Deathstroke reader isn't much into relationships; mostly, they have meaningless flings. When you're thinking about getting into a relationship, you're already waking up with someone gone. You have an ongoing fling with Constantine—not a serious relationship, really; it’s routine at this point. You call him up for a favor or he does, and you both get a drink, maybe a smoke. You end up at his dank apartment, then you leave the next day. You don't intend on staying, and you don't intend on loving him either, but he's developing warm feelings in his chest because of you. You always have to remind him it's just a fling. Roy, on the other hand, isn't so easily persuaded. That ginger will not believe it started as a one-time thing. The moment he saw you playing around with Lian was the moment he declared you his. So gentle with her, so sweet; you only say it's because you have siblings, but he knows better. The nights you two spent together are passionate and sweet, but you always seem to leave his bed with no intention of coming back. You're breaking his heart.

When Deathstroke reader was Robin, they had internalized misogyny within them, not just because the Robin mantle used to be for guys, but also because of their relationship with their mom. Think about the "I Hate My Mom" song by GRLwood—like, they used to hate almost anything feminine because it reminded them of their mother: long nails, makeup, eyelashes, dresses, skirts, all that stuff. It's not until they worked with Slade that they started to embrace this part of themselves. You're not like your mother; you never will be. It doesn't make you weak, and it doesn't make you any less strong. That's something I can understand—makeup and flashy clothing, embracing yourself more.

Deathstroke reader is brutal when it comes to fights; they do not fight fair at all—biting, slapping, scratching, kicking—almost anything. Sure, they do know fighting styles, but their greatest strengths are brute force and ambushing their attacker with punches to the point where they're unable to react. You had a fight with Cass one time, and you dominated her with hits over and over again, not letting her let up. Sure, she can read body movements, but yours are so aggressive that it's honestly too hard to fight back. You're pummeling Damien like he's not your little brother, more like a stray dog on the street begging for scraps. Your head-butting Jason's Red Hood mask, making cracks in his mask and giving him a black eye in the process. Sure, your head was ringing for at least an hour, but it was worth seeing the shock on his face. You remember one time Bruce visited you at Arkham Asylum—the asylum he put you in—trying to manipulate you into coming home. You jumped across the table, beating the shit out of him. It took multiple nurses to get you off of him. Anytime the Bat Family comes to visit, especially Bruce, you're stuck in a straitjacket with a glass wall in front of you. There's literally a struggle at Arkham to try and get you into the meeting room. They have to roll you in a wheelchair like luggage out of an airport because you tried to escape multiple times, but it always fails, and you're stuck in that meeting room. They're rambling on and on, saying they'll bring you back home. Yeah, right.

[eatingoutmen]

MDNI. - ⚠︎ 18+ content || 🎥 ;; 「 ✦ TAMING THE BRAT ✦ 」 || 🎬 STARRING : JOHN CONSTANTINE

“Oh, God… F-fuck…!”

JOHN moaned and grunted unabashedly while writhing and arching his body, his hands clenching into fist at the ropes that bounded his wrist right above his head to the headboard. The bed creaked beneath mingling with his desperate, needy moans as he screwed his eyes shut at the feeling of your cock stretching his hole as well as his walls. Your tip kissing and jabbing his prostate repeatedly that made JOHN’S mind fuzzy and clouded with pure lust and pleasure as you continued to pound deep into him.

How did the JOHN CONSTANTINE get himself in this situation?

By teasing you purposefully, by being a total complete brat to you. He always knew how to rile you up, knowing how to be a complete tease to you, getting you aroused and all excited. Like whispering such foul and dirty things about what he wants you to do him into your ear, teasingly palm your crotch under the table, and grinding his ass whenever people weren’t looking at the both of you. All while JOHN had a cocky grin playing on his lips as he smoked a cigarette, knowing fully well he’d get punish for it later. So when you practically dragged him away and head towards your car, starting it up and not even looking at him, he couldn’t but smirk to himself when he noticed the bulge in your pants. Fully proud of his antics when he finally got what he wanted.

And now here was JOHN CONSTANTINE, getting his ass pounded deeply while you had a cocky smirk on your lips. “Getting close, Johnny?” You teased, the nickname making him whimper and shiver in excitement. Your gaze trailed down to his abandoned cock leaking more pre-cum onto his stomach, he looked up to you half-lidded eyes. A needy moan escaping his lips, he opened his mouth and tried to form coherent words but all that came out his mouth was just incoherent sounds, mixing with his own moans and whimpers. He let out a sharp gasp, finally finding his voice. “Please…” JOHN begged, his voice breathless and his eyes pleading for mercy. “I need to cum… Please let me cum.” He managed to gasp out between moans.

That only made you chuckle lowly, your smirk widening more. Your pace getting more rougher and deeper, making JOHN moan out of pleasure as his walls hugged your cock tightly, you smirked mischievously. “You gonna be good for me now, Johnny?” You asked, looking down at him, nodding desperately. “I promise…” JOHN whimpered, his breath coming short gasps. “I’ll be good for you, I promise.” He promised with a needy whimper. “Good boy.” You praised gently and held his hips firmly and pounded into his deeper and rougher, making his moans grow louder and desperate and his cock leak more pre-cum.

A few more deep and sloppy thrust, your hips stuttered and you released your hot seed inside him, emptying yourself out when JOHN reached his own climax, his cock shooting out his own load onto his stomach. You were both panting heavily and moaning softly, you slowly pulled out of him and untied his wrists, making JOHN sigh from relief as he laid back and massaged his wrist while letting out a soft exhale when you grabbed a nearby towel and cleaned him off. Once you were done, you kissed his forehead before grabbing his pack of cigarettes and pulled one out and brought to your lips and grabbed his lighter and lit up the cigarette.

You took a slow drag, inhaling it deeply and then exhaled a steam of smoke into the air. You couldn’t help but smirk a bit as JOHN grinned at you, you offered your cigarette to him. He gladly took it while laughing breathlessly, he brought to his own lips and took a long drag and sit up from the bed and leaned in closer to you. “You’re not gonna behave like you promised, aren’t you?” You questioned with a small smirk, he snickered at you and blew out a slow, deliberate steam. JOHN chuckled lowly, a smug grin on his lips and then placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Where's the fun in behaving good for you, love?"

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[thewitchblue]

"I'm always needed when I don't want to be."

You grumbled while getting ready to leave. You had been comfortable, in your pyjamas, and ready to sleep until suddenly John Constantine summoned you.

You could realistically ignore the summon, but you felt like yelling at John, so you crawled your way out of the summoning runes John lied down. You have very specific runes that you regret to have taught John.

"What did you do now?"

You asked before John could say anything. You were in a circle of your ancient runes and surrounded by the heroes of earth. John gave a sarcastic smile, but you could tell he's nervous about something behind his usual facade. Whatever it was he needed must be something pretty big if he's summoning you. He can get himself out of most things, so why did he call you now?

"We need you to fight."

John said. His eyes avoided looking at you, and he winced as if he didn't like it any better than you do. It's 4 in the morning, not fight time! John should know this. He isn't allowed to summon you willy-nilly, and he's not allowed to interrupt your sleep.

You groaned. You hate fighting and John knows it. No wonder you were summoned in a containing circle. You would have laughed and left if you weren't stuck in the circle. Realistically, you know you could escape the circle, but it held you long enough for your curiosity to be piqued. You sighed as you asked,

"Why?"

John gestured behind him. He nervously twisted the ring you recently gave him after stealing it from a ghoul he particularly dislikes. Your gaze turned from him to the window behind him.

You eyed the outside world and frowned. It was an apocalypse outside with destroyed buildings and dead bodies scattered along the city. The survivors were scrambling to leave, but it was futile as all of the exits were burning or crushed as if a massive foot stomped on the city. You thought you felt the supernatural population sky-rocket.

John Constantine isn't one to beg, but in this case, he absolutely will. You are his get-out-of-jail-free card for when he absolutely can't escape a situation.

"The apocalypse doesn't exactly wait for us to think of a solution, love."

Batman couldn't think of anything to fix the problem that they had put themselves into, so they turned to John. If anyone can weasel their way out of this situation, it would be Constantine.

"I'm contained to this circle, John."

You smirked. John cursed as he quickly worked to remove the runes that contain you while simultaneously keeping up the summoning runes. He knows this is a game of cat-and-mouse. You are playing with him, but he's in no position to push you like he normally does. You said with boredom,

"It's impossible to remove runes that are already connected. You will need a new spell, and I can ignore your summons."

John was desperate now. You enjoyed watching him scramble to come up with anything to release you. The problem became how does he keep you tied to this domain? How does he get you to fight for them when you would only gain from the destruction of humanity?

"Please?"

His plea would sound disingenuous if you didn't know better. You can hear the anxiety in the slight quiver in his voice. He's reaching for his cigarettes to relieve the stress subconsciously, but you stole the box before he could with a scowl.

"If you stop smoking, I'll do it. I refuse to share you in the afterlife."

John didn't know how to feel about you, admittedly. You are always the one he calls when he needs to weasel his way out of a situation he had no business even finding himself in to begin with.

You find his antics amusing, so you keep a close eye on him. He isn't sure whether he should be happy or unnerved that you care about him.

He supposes a mix of both. He chases you for the thrill, but he's unsure if there is something more lurking under the surface. You visit him regularly without the need for a summon, but when he does summon? It's always to ask you a big favour.

You always respond to his summons, regardless if you are in your pyjamas or dressed up for a formal event. It's a big deal to you. You enjoy his company and you oftentimes get him out of his soul deals without his knowledge.

You eyed the two massive figures now basking in their supposed victory. They look like they can't believe they won. Without the heroes, the earth was squishy and conquerable. You rubbed your face in your hands and mumbled,

"This is going to cause so much paperwork."

John's eyes focused on you instead of the runes for a long moment. You were in your most comfortable clothes with your arms crossed and an annoyed expression on your face as you stared out the window. You looked exhausted, but you somehow found the determination to start a fight for him.

You have no reason to want to fight for them aside from your fondness for John. You control the supernatural, so with this many new ghosts and ghouls, you were only gaining power. Why are you willing to fight for him when all he has are a couple of runes? He doesn't have a mind control spell strong enough, and he doubts they would even work on you as the ruler of the supernatural.

"Cheers, love. Appreciate it."

You huffed and stepped out of the runes supposed to contain you and turned your piercing gaze at John. It feels like a predator watching its prey struggle in vain.

John looked nervous as you approached him. You never get close to him. Is the apocalypse bringing out your confidence?

"John Constantine, you are lucky I care about you. I will save your world. Once you make this deal, it will be permanent. You will never have another cigarette, and you will also agree to one favour of my choice."

John sighed in deep relief and shook your hand to seal the deal. He could cry at the rush of relief and hope if you weren't there to give him strength. You gave him a warm smile and a wink before walking into the battlefield. You shouted behind you as you walked away,

"We're going on a date, by the way!"

Nobody knew what to make of you, but John laughed at your retreating form. He's going on a date then. After all, he did agree to your terms. How romantic.

[starvoiddream]

Constantine: The ritual. To preform it requires a sacrifice.

Bat!sib: Sacrifice? I nominate Red Robin.

Red Robin: Wait, what?

Bat!sib: Because you're little, you'll fit on a barbecue.

Red Robin: I'm 5'5, it's like average height in most of the world!

Constantine: Its not that kind of of sacrifice guys!

[phantomb0ner]

Why is john so mischaracterized?

Now the next point i have is the wild miss-characterization of john.

in all the fanfics ive read of him so far hes one of these. A daddydom,extreme sadist that want to corrupt you, or the sweetest most domestic man you've ever heard of. I think all of these are wrong, heres why-

I don't think he wouldn't want to corrupt you, mostly because i don't think he would care that much how corrupt you are (i mean he not going to be with or around a terrible shitty person but you can defiantly be a bit morally grey before hes put off)

I think he would want to be with someone that understands where he's coming from or has come from similar origins as him

I don't think hes as much of a sex freak as y'all portray him as. that's not to say hes chaste at all or doesn't GET DOWN i just think that's not the first thing hes thinking about all the time.

This one is simply because i hate daddy kinks and think there should be less of it, like babes there are other actually hot and sexy honorifics. For example- Sir. that's it. maybe i just don't like title in sexy stuff very much.

It's not that I think he's not romantic or affectionate, its just not the way y'all are saying he is. I think the way he shows his affection the most (not to say he doesn't in other ways) is in the way he looks at you, like he's probably staring 24/7.

Also why has no one written a scene of him doing the thing of lighting someone else cigarette like there's so much potential for tension in that. im going to do it myself.

Also if y'all are freaks you say you are why isn't there a self insert fic for the bathtub scene but instead having realization like angela, i get hard from his staring at me like that while holding me down. y'all need to get on my level of freak please. im also going to write this one.

If y'all couldn't tell im both in love with him and also want to be him. I will make more in depth head cannons later.

This is super self indulgent and kind of nonsense, i will be making more. Mwah.

[omgfangirlland]

I'm back.. I can't sleep.. I wanna write more.. Maybe a Loki reader from the first movie? Where loki was falling at the end of the movie (I forgot what the first movie was called) and Thor thought that loki was dead but the truth was that loki was actually sent into the DC universe.. What if loki reader meets John Constantine first? 🤔

Thor 2011 I'm assuming? Loki falls and fakes his death so much it's insane :))

I'm also definitely using Loki as a title similar to God of Mischief here.

Not a "You didn't have to" not even a "You shouldn't have to prove yourself to me" just a "No, Loki." Odin couldn't even call you by name- you can't remember the last time he did- maybe before your mother's death? Did you even interact with the man then?

A title. That's all you were to him. A nuisance he probably put up with for too long because he couldn't kill you when he had a chance. You didn't understand why he took you in, and now you didn't care to know or try to vie for his affection and acceptance. You let go. Both physically and mentally. What use was it to hold onto a man who didn't want anything to do with you?

It wouldn't kill you, maybe it'll hurt, but not even drifting through all nine realms' space, shifting through time and space, freezing and unfreezing wouldn't hurt a god, a Jotun. So for a while, you just hibernated.

You weren't sure for how long, but when you did wake up, you woke up in the arms of the sun and to the voice of a drunk brit. Okay, that was an exaggeration, but you were groggy and the man who was carrying you shone too bright- or did you just get used to the vast darkness of space? The comment on the brit was true, however.

You also didn't expect all these faces, heroes, or whatever they wanted to be called. Pompous really, and maybe you'd have said something about it, but you simply didn't have it in you. And when they asked who you were, it was so easy to say Loki- but you didn't, stopping as soon as the title was on the tip of your tongue. You gave them your true name instead.

John had a lot to comment on it, mainly that he didn't believe you because he's never heard of such a god, and he knew you were that. No one reeks of that much power without being a powerful entity, and holy water didn't work on you. "If you want to go by titles, Laughing Magician- or do you prefer Worldwalker? Perhaps Hellblazer?-we can. But I have no use for my title anymore. Retired...."

It shut him up with a pout. Not like you were lying. Wonder Woman's lasso was wrapped around your ankle, just in case you woke up early and were a threat. And you had no reason to lie anyway. You had no will to fight for anything anymore, and everyone saw it.

They still decided you had to be supervised, so when you weren't in the station, you were either with Diana or John. Mostly John, he was fun to annoy, and Klarion believed so too. He knew who you were, but the witch boy enjoyed seeing the others squirm with unease.

And maybe he enjoyed you teaming up with him too much to be the reason you're put on lockdown. I mean- what better teacher to have for chaos than a god of mischief?

John hated it. For a while. He rolled over after his tenth fuck up where you didn't leave, sticking by his side and being the push he needed to keep going. Like you knew how it felt to try to do good and fail every time. "At least you fixed it... I could only have made it worse." He doubted your words, you made him better- well, as better as someone could make him, stubborn bastard that he was.

And slowly, you got out of the depressive stupor you fell into. Klarion takes all the credit, fuck you John. You started being your usual half-lying but not really self, sarcasm and arrogance dripping from your comments, and amusement twinkling in your eyes. You... started to understand why Thor liked humans so much.

Speaking of- you weren't prepared to see him again- no- not him, but this universe's version of him. Taller, bigger, longer beard- You both were frozen when you first met. Both of you knew you weren't the other's Loki or Thor, but the magical signature was close enough. This Thor didn't know how to feel- he bound his Loki in the underworld, he's still there, but here, in front of his eyes, is another version of him- one who seemed to have lost the spark of pure discord his Loki had running through his veins.

Both of you ignored John and his word vomit as he tried to placate the Thunder God. But you just frowned. "You're a ginger." Your words made Thor snort, and John stumble on his words as his head snapped back to you. "What else would I be? A blond?"

You gave him a simple yes as he laughed, loud, boisterous, straight from the gut. So similar yet so different from your brother... You didn't miss him. You couldn't- you refused to. And yet you let this version handle you like an old friend.

John didn't tell the league you were Loki, or a variant of him from a faraway dimension. He had a list of reasons he could spew on why he's justified in not informing them, but really, he was just as selfish as Klarion. Besides, you've been just fine by his side.

And when a man came knocking on the door of some motel you two were at while you were "meditating", (sleeping really, but you'd rather eat dirt than admit you liked dreaming- something you couldn't do in your world-)John did what he did best. Lie and redirect.

"You misunderstood me- I wasn't asking." The blond man stopped the door from closing in his face, eyes glowing an icy blue as electricity waved between his fingers. "I want to see my sibling. And you'll let me."

[k2ntoss]

do you… perchancely keep writing for… john as a mentor

(this is me)

i mean if you are can you write headcanons? how he would be? feel free to ignore i guess😔😔

okay can i fucking kiss you????? I THOUGHT I'D NEVER GET TO THIS DAY AND I MISSED MENTOR!JOHN I STOPPED WRITING BC I WASN'T SURE SOMEONE WOULD LIKE IT IF I CONTINUED AAAAAAAAAA

welcome to new mentor!john constantine headcanons from your local delusional girlie <3 i was craving this so... really self indulgent :3

⋆ mentor!john constantine who at first is strictly against having you as his apprentice, the man says he can't deal with brats but deep down he just doesn't want to get attached

⭒ mentor!john constantine who lets you stay with him after you follow him for weeks and start to catch up with his tricks, you suddenly know how to sneak into the same old and haunted buildings and he turns around fast af when he hears you start muttering an ancient exorcism

⋆ mentor!john constantine who in the end gets attached to you because he sees a part of him in you and he gets a flash of what he could've been if only he had someone to rely on, because john has a small faint trace of dad instincts in him that makes him protective in his own jerk-ish way

⭒ mentor!john constantine who brings you new ocultism books and also whatever he finds about what you like about magic and supernatural stuff, he feeds the curiosity and eagerness to learn in the safest way he knows because there's no way he'll risk it letting you try something you know nothing about

⋆ mentor!john constantine who gets drunk very often and yaps about everything he has lived, telling you long ass stories about rituals and exorcisms he has done before he starts rambling about the most hilarious shit non-magic related he did, by the year you've spend by his side you have a lot of blackmail material on him

⭒ mentor!john constantine who stops seeing you lile his apprentice and most like his child, he knows you found him covered in some nasty ghosty goo in an alley but he feels like you're his kid and deep down he thanks every deity he knows for your company and for the fact that he's been able to take care of you and viceversa, he thanks the opportunity of being cared for too

⋆ mentor!john constantine who not only teaches you magic but also how to drink without passing out and how to play music, he indulges that part when he sees how much of him has grown into you like c'mon it's too easy to pick up his traits and be kind of a mini-me, he also has allowed you to smoke a little but not like him

⭒ mentor!john constantine who almost passed out the first time you accidentally called him dad while he was driving for a case, it took him at least an hour and in mid-mission he spuns around "did you really called me dad, kid?" and even if he sounds a bit annoyed you can see the glint of anticipation on his eyes "you've been acting like my old-man for a year, is that so weird?" and despite being scared of getting even more attached he adores having a little weird family

⋆ mentor!john constantine who almost spat a lung the day you asked him to get matching tattoos but accepted at the end bc it was bonding with his kid... he ended up with a cat in a witch hat inked on his forearm along with the runes scattered all over his skin and he knew damn well you'd ask him if you could get the same when the time came

⭒ mentor!john constantine who has a fucking field day when you start to mess with chas, john is always there telling you what you can say and laughs out loud when you start nagging at his best friend because once again, he sees himself in you but this time it's a better version of himself and he wishes you can stay like that forever

[pentrologram]

john constantine who gets lung cancer

do i know anything about him? no! is he hot? yes!

you're kind of taking your relationship with him slowly, calmly. gradually even. but then, while you're still growing used to living with him and what a relationship with him entails, he brings back a diagnosis to the flat you had just moved into together. like wtf ok... you're his closest family atp and so you dedicate the time you have left together pretending that you're married. he goes out with a bang on your wedding night...

or or or if reader is afab they find out they're pregnant like a week after john's prognosis. and john laughs his balls off when he hears abt it because your due date is like, a week after he's supposed to die. what do you do then??? he's all for you doing whatever you want with the thing because you'll be single parenting on one income while grieving the loss of your lover...

but then like if maybe you've been dating for a while longer, say three, four years and then you find out you're pregnant, what do you do then?? by this point you've discussed having kids with him (he's ok with them. at first he hates the idea of them, but the more he gets to know you, the more he becomes enamored with the idea of having your little crotch gremlins running around and summoning demons in his steed or something) and getting married and stuff, but then you find out he's gonna die in like eight months. what then???????

[jscrawls]

Grave.... Makeups?

Another Constantine and Addams reader one shot because they're growing on me

I said I'd do one about Constantine and Addams reader again! Sorry it took me a while and I hope you're still around anon 💜🖤💜

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you wake up in the dead of night to the sound of growling out in your hallway, harley’s hyenas circling your door while chuffing agitatedly and making strange sounds, this isn’t anything new to you so you intended to roll over and go back to sleep, maybe you’ll return to your lovely little nightmare….then you hear harleys sleepy voice outside your door.

“ey? what the hell are ya doin here?”

that sounds like an intruders possibly here, how exiting! you sit up out of bed and throw some more decent clothes on over your sleepwear - you don’t want to show a little too much to your roomies after all - you’re already imagining all the exiting possibilities, it could be a robber, a kidnapper, or maybe even a hired assassin!

you’re practically skipping as you cross the room and all but rip the door open and poke your head out the room.

what you see makes you freeze up though, and not out of exitement or joyous terror, no what you see is harley and her hyenas circling around your ex boyfriend. that’s not the shock you were expecting…

“i’m surprised you got past the swamp rats outside…” you say flatly as you step out of your room and cross your arms over your chest, meeting his eye.

you watch as he tenses up where he stands, like a deer in headlights as he looks you up and down quickly. harley looks between the two of you quickly, her messy bed-head hair swinging around fast enough to be audible in the suddenly-silent hallway.

“Well hello to you too, gorgeous…. Nice place you've got here, it's very you.” john starts awkwardly, looking around the cob-web infested hallway that’s decorated with some of your favorite paintings and sculptures of various beasts.

your voice is flat as you reply. “Hello Constantine.”

harley looks at you like you’ve grown a second head, which would be much more interesting in your opinion than the situation you’re in now. when are you ever not exuberant? why are you monotone and annoyed sounding? you find joy in being bitten by pam’s plants what the fuck is up with you and the wizard guy?? she scoots sideways like a crab towards you and holds her hand up to her mouth like she’s trying to be secretive, she’s rather loud when she whispers in your ear though.

“Umm…. How do you two…?” she trails off pointedly, gesturing with her head towards the british blond.

you hum in acknowledgement without looking away from the man. “Constantine here is an acquaintance of mine.”

John visibly winces at that, not even an ‘that’s my ex’? not even an ‘that’s an old friend’?? the man looks like he's deflating like a balloon where he stands. he’s visibly slouching more and more and he awkwardly buries his hands in his trench coat pockets.

“Right…I was hoping to…have a chat with you, love. Just the two of us.” he gives you a hopeful glance, light blue eyes darting towards harley for a moment before returning to your form. harley puffs up slightly and starts nudging her hyenas with a suspicious glower on her face. “you broke into someone’s house just ta chat with em? that sounds like something me and red would do, that’s suspicious behaviour!”

you hold a hand up before harley can get herself worked up and maybe sick a hyena or two on the man. “….it's alright looney, me and John will take this to the play room.”

you turn and walk down the dark hallway without further comment, john gives harley a very confused look.

“…the play room?”

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“…this is quite the setup you've got here, I think your collections even more impressive now….” john trails his finger along your stretching rack appreciatively, he’d always thought your vintage decor was fascinating. And you've clearly been finding more torture pieces since moving to Gotham.

You step past him to sit on a nail bed, you're still oddly quiet. “Mhmm….”

John watches you with a barely concealed wince, he can't seem to find a good placement for his hands as he hesitantly stalks closer to you. Tucking them in The pockets of his trenchcoat, shoving his thumbs in his belt, fiddling with the handle of his blade, John doesn't flinch at the sight of ghosts and demons, would happily climb in a sack with the likes of shark King, would hit on Batman of all people. But you somehow make him nervous like a young boy again.

Maybe it's because he knows you, what you're capable of, maybe it's the uncharacteristic frown and that look in your eye, maybe it's just you. For once john Constantine doesn't know what to do but try to talk. “…you look sickly, (name). Like you're unwell.”

You press your lips together thinly, not swayed at all by his feeble attempt to start the conversation. “Sweet words aren't going to butter me up, John.”

He tries not to show any reaction to your words as he continues, his gaze steadily locked on your sitting form. “I know, that's why I'd like to apologize again…for…what happened between us.”

He rubs the back of his neck nervously as he speaks, blunt nails digging into the blond hair at the back of his neck and tugging on it in his nerves. You're surprised he's not chewing his nails at this point.

“…that's very mature of you, but I don't think you mean it.”

And how can you? He shows up after all this time just to say a simple little sorry? A simple sorry won't make you forget what happened between you two.

He quickly holds his hands up placatingly and shifts closer to you, his boot nearly touching your slipper. “I do! I promise you luv, I do mean it. I thought I was doing right by you back then, I was trying to show you I wasn't only capable of fear and aggression…I'm sorry I left you unhappy instead.”

You click your tongue loudly behind your teeth as you tilt your chin up to gaze at him, your stare meeting his makes him shift and fidget in place once again.

“I wasn't hurt by that, I was hurt that you changed yourself. I was hurt that you saw me not being a demon as something to act differently about. I want authenticity in my home and in my relationships, John. Whatever that looks like.” you look away from him as you trail your hand over the steel nails rhythmically, the rough scratching on your fingertips soothing you.

john stares at you in surprised silence for a moment, his hands slowly drop down and bury in his pant pockets as he considers your words mutely. After a bit he speaks again in a surprised tone.

“….So it wasn't about the kinky stuff?”

You blink stupidly as you quickly look at him, your mouth falling open in shock. You stand up so quickly you nearly headbutt John's chin.

“No? Passion has many faces and you and I lost that when you couldn't even look at me the same.”

He takes a small step back but rests a hand on your forearm, he's close enough you could see the details in his eyes. “….I feel stupid, luv. Here I've spent all this time just….. I'd like you to know I didn't think of you as less interesting as a human, there's nothing uninteresting about you. And again I'm sorry…”

“…. So you really weren't bored with me as a normal, regular-shmegular human pursuing the dark forces? You're not lying are you?” a small, creepy grin starts to spread across your face despite yourself, you can't help but believe him, even if he upset you greatly in the past.

John's hand tightens around your forearm, his eyes staring intently at every inch of your face like he's mapping you out. He goes to speak, to tell you what he's really thinking when the floor outside the play rooms for creaks loudly. You both glance over to see a small vine curled under the shut door and climbing the wall towards the light switch.

“…ivy?”

You quickly walk over to the door and pull it open, Harley falls in on the floor and Pam stands right behind her, looking like a deer in headlights.

“….heyyyyy….” Harley pushes her hair out of her face and waves up at you nonchalantly, like she's not spying on you.

Pamela at least looks sheepish.

“…. We wanted to make sure you weren't in danger.”

You stare at the both of them for a moment before you laugh and pull Harley up from her admittedly lovely looking spot on the floor.

“I would love to be in danger actually, but thank you kindly my dames!”

You hear John snorting loudly in amusement behind you.

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| m.list |

A/n: I'm rotating them in my head like a microwave, Constantine must've escaped containment or somethin. 🤷‍♀️

@viilan

[acid-ixx]

(03/05/25) — again &. again masterlist

by the bird and the bee

ft. platonic soft! yandere batfam! x gn! neglected reader

✮ MAIN MASTERLIST ✮

— TRIGGER WARNINGS !

- lowercase writing, emotional neglect, allusions to sexual assault, prostitution & physical abuse, kidnapping, alcohol abuse, drugging, themes of depression, dissociation, vague traumatic events, mentions of murder, amnesia, other warnings would be added soon.

— SYNOPSIS !

who would have thought that living with your rich, billionaire father and endless supply of sisters and brothers would actually end up being the worst thirteen and a half year of your life?

when your mother was taken away from you at the ripe age of five, you were forced to live at the solemn wayne manor with nobody to accompany you but the butler, alfred pennyworth.

there, you learn that giving up was better than trying to gain the attention of your ever-growing family. so you left, and never once tried to look back at the decades of neglect they left you with.

but when alfred, your kind caretaker, had started leaving clues of your sudden disappearance; that's when they all take notice and then on starts the ultimate race of chasing freedom, and escaping what once was your gilded cage.

little did you know your mother's dark past manifests itself at the worst of times.

— CHAPTERS ! ; 48k+ words

00. — oh, please leave me be.

01. — because you only notice me once i'm out the door.

02. — and you don't even remember my face?

03. — i need a drink, away from everyone.

04. — mors tua, vita mea / your death, my life.

05 : 01. — a halo in the pit of darkness.

05 : 02. — to be his child is all i want.

— DRABBLES ! ; #series: again &. again

dick grayson calling you his baby bird

why now? (yan! damian wayne)

brutus (villain au concept)

brutus: out for blood

what if you were never neglected?

just a taste (yan! conner kent - suggestive)

laughter is the best medicine (yan! dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, damian wayne)

to you, my greatest passion (non-neglected au-verse)

brutus: both arms cradle you now

bruce finding your graduation picture

how to be a heartbreaker! (yandere harem)

mea culpa (mini chapter)

conflicting comfort scene with jason todd

dialogue spoilers related to above drabble

more about jason todd and hurt/comfort

dick and his baby blue eyes

time travel au concept

sharing the same features with damian

brutus: the only fucked up thing in this world is you

cause you're takin' it like a champ, sweetheart! (yan! conner kent - suggestive)

brutus: just a burning memory (yan! conner kent)

young, just us?! (yan! young justice au)

that's my type! (yan! john constantine)

dick's miley cyrus eyes

you shoving their neglect in their face and it backfiring

model reader concept

why can't we return to what we once were?

— ASKS ! ; #series: again &. again

dick's spiral into yandere-ism

leaving gotham, resenting alfred, changing last names

your mysterious identity &. conner being your love interest

dick seeing you as a child & damian's need to be your favorite

damian and his cool, matching bracelets

does dick close the door on you? nah, he doesn't even know you were behind the door

wally west as your love interest

you care now?

conner as your angry, protective bf

jason trying his damn best to be a brother to you

calling bruce by his last name only

calling alfred your dad ft. jealous bruce

how are damian and jason obsessed towards you

their nicknames for you

how bruce and damian would try to bond with you

will you still go to college after being kidnapped?

will the series have a happy ending?

why does damian hurt you? and why do you justify his actions?

the family stalks you even in-game

how tim is in the series

what are the characters' ages in the series?

what if you were hypersexual?

how feral is dick in the series?

— INCORRECT QUOTES ! ; #a&a: incorrect quotes

yan! villains kidnapping you

hostage situation

how to become a target to the wayne family

dick and you miscommunication trope in a nutshell

— FANART ! ; #a&a: fanart

happy birthday by @luffyadolover

diary by @luffyadolover

another reason they're broke &. finished art by @oh-nowo-i-got-uwu

a take on the reader's appearance by @luffyadolover

reader trying to study ft. the batfam's endless calls &. finished art by @ghostdoodlen

reader finding bruce and damian watching a movie by @luffyadolover

again &. again mv by @luffyadolover

reader and their playlist by @luffyadolover

a comic panel by @lucioleestolie

conner and reader flying through the skies by @ghostdoodlen

when all of a sudden, i hear this agitating noise by @punpunsonny

villain au reader by @lazyemmy

a&a oc: emile by @questionthegrapevine

graduation pic, conner comfort, and mirrors by @ghostdoodlen

neglected &. non-neglected reader by @lazyemmy

jason calling you his angel by @ghostdoodlen

alfred gives you a christmas gift by @luffyadolover

my own art teehee by me

male reader interpretation by @yukiyee-akian

dick being clingy by @lazyemmy

brutus reader interpretation by @plkjnb

reader cosplaying as mabel pines by @mothintheskies

— TAGLIST ! ; taglist is under construction!

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[hattersrabbit]

SEE NO EVIL

batfamily x clairvoyant reader | sfw

CW! gn reader, hurt comfort, supernatural elements, good dad Bruce wayne supremacy, descriptions of crime scenes, descriptions of murder and injury, religious themes (not to harm or in bad faith), mental health issues, reader is vigilante (my oc's alias is used), john constantine is also there

Summary! You're family isn't all that believeable to the paranormal. Unfortunately, it's time that they come to terms that you can see it all, and it's really starting affect you in a bad way.

✎ᝰ. I was rewatching the conjuring movies since the 4th ones trailer is out and I got inspired so here 🫵 for you

part 2 (wip)

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It was easy for your strange powers to go unnoticed.

Also it helped you hadn't told anyone that you could see ghosts, or demons in visions. Seeing what could possibly happen in the past and what could possibly happen in the future.

You're family didn't believe in the paranormal despite the fact Gotham working with magic users.

In fact Gotham was haunted; you saw everything and it was horrifying.

Case and point; like when you were dressed as your vigilante person you were simply patrolling your route with Spoiler. What made it hard was the fact that you could see the ghost of a man at the edge of the buildings top.

A dangling foot and staring at you with those ghostly eyes. Taking every bit of yourself to stay calm. Not alert Spoiler that you were seeing something she couldn't.

It wouldn't turn away and you couldn't ignore it. You've been seeing these spirits for so long. You don't know if you can even handle this anymore.

"Nymph? Are you okay?"

"Huh!?" You jumped. Spoiler's eyes full of slight worry and confusion. "Oh I'm okay."

"Alright. Looks like you just saw a ghost." She dismissed you and went back to surveying your surroundings.

Oh how right she was.

Perhaps you should tell Bruce that his father was over his shoulder. Maybe you should by seeing how proud he was. His mother was bit of the way looking on with a smile.

A pleasant memory.

The two looked at you. Couldn't help but freeze up at those eyes of theirs. So much like Bruce's ice blue eyes. They were smiling at you with pride.

A whisper into your ear, "Take care of yourself, dear."

Every now and then you'd see them. Always a break from the scary figures you regularly saw in Gotham. Or the various demons that hung over apartments and houses.

And people.

Maybe the entities on your father's shoulder were sad, or angry? They came from all over. Some sobbing and some threatening for his very demise.

You didn't like such things.

Jason was the worst. The spirits and darkness that surrounded him was worrisome. For the longest time you watched over him despite being younger.

Always confused by it but he let it slide. You two were closer than most, but he didn't know that you did it to check on the ghosts.

They were horrifying.

Some had influence over emotions.

When Bruce and Jason would argue you could see them snickering. Voices loud in your ears. Forever to hear the unbearable. No one else heard or sense what was so dangerous.

The same went for Dick and Bruce. It hurt to see it happen.

Bruce always looked so sad after.

Alfred had questioned why there was rosary around your neck. One on your wall above your bed.

None of them really believed in such things, or magic despite the involvement in it. You knew the supernatural had its claw around you all.

The manor walked with monsters. They haunted everyone.

You dismissed it.

Alfred gave you a look but left it alone. You didn't want to explain any more than you needed. You preferred not having to describe what you were feeling.

Especially worse when even touching objects you could see and feel everything. When murders would occur, and you and Tim would find evidence you'd be the one to collect it all.

You two, along with Bruce were smart. While those two used their detective brain to solve it you could see it all. The pain and horrors of what was experienced. All the anger that was dealt to the dead person on the ground.

Relatively the killer would be found.

They would praise you.

The monsters simply glared.

The phantoms that hung over your father made you anxious. Always whispering for his death to become truth, but even so he survived.

The phantoms would torment you.

You wondered when the bruises started appearing on your skin. Wondered when your energy was just suddenly being sucked out of you.

Even one time you woke up with a gash in your leg. It wasn't hard for your family to notice the injury.

"How'd you get that, miss?" Alfred asked. His brows locked up suspiciously. You simply said you must have gotten it and hadn't noticed it.

He didn't believe you.

Bruce was worried. The man had been hovering more than ever. Recently during patrol you were patrolling with him and Damian more. Steph and Tim seemed quite upset about it but they understood.

You're recent behavior had been noticed.

Leslie did her best, but even so nothing could be done. You were simply tired. Tired of the monsters that tormented your sight and sleep.

Bless you when John Constantine came to visit. Exorcism was preformed on a presumably possessed man. The bats were less impressed, but they left it alone.

Again, you'd think they used to magic but bats were they were human. Even if they worked with meta humans, gods, and aliens.

You on the other hand found semblance with him.

On this recent case, a man, presumably possessed was going around killing people.

"Possessed? Killing people."

"Wasn't your boy under controll of the Lazarus Pit?"

Magic was a sore spot for Jason. The boy in this case rolled his eyes. "It was torturous to be under something else's control. We need to get it the fuck out of here."

You could attest to that. Sometimes Jason would go through rough patches and you'd calm him down. In the process you saw all the pain and you hated it.

The attempts on Tim and Bruce's lives were traumatic for you. You couldn't deny your image of Jason changed after that even if not of the Lazarus Pit's control. You were able to hide it relatively well.

Jason was good. You trusted him as he did you.

You didn't know how he'd react to your gift. That fact that you saw everything. No doubt he'd be shaken by that fact. Probably then pushing you away, because that seems to be everyone's method in this family.

Blood covered the floor. Bruce and Tim going over the crime scene. The rest of your siblings off trying different leads. You stood next to Constantine.

The blonde man surveyed the room closely. Looking for any signs of demonic or a evil spirit possession. His eyes had recognition as he looked around.

You wouldn't have left if it hadn't been for the pale man who was dirty and bloody. A ghost of another. His figure stalking towards you. John didn't seem to notice him, or maybe he did. Paying no mind to the ghost of a victim.

His ghostly figure whispering to you,

"He made me do it."

You didn't answer. Only stared wide eyed. Fear in your bones.

"He's gonna do it again...Stop him-"

His mouth opened. Blood came rushing out like a river. Trembling body. Almost like a reactment a knife seemed to appear. A stab to the heart.

Without warning you fled. Bruce and Tim's voices echoing. You couldn't find a care in the world to say why. It was all too much. Holding your head and body it was all too much.

Fear overcoming your body.

The stress was too much.

"Hey kiddo." John walking up to you with his hands in his pockets. "Some scene made?" His brow went up when seeing your face.

Bags, and less color in your complexion. "Hey what's wrong?" You didn't answer. Only collapsing onto the dirty hallways floor. Hugging your self when once again faced with another phantom.

"Do you see her?" You asked. A trembling voice echoing. Almost too quiet for John to hear. The woman being a woman with a slit neck. Ghostly eyes and bloody hands. "She killed her children." Her wicked smile confirmed it.

John seemed stunned. "You can see...ghosts?"

"All of them." You removed your glove and rolled up your suits sleeve. A giant bruise could be seen. Even going so far as to remove your boot to reveal a bandaged leg. "They won't leave me alone." Tears finally falling down your face.

"Oh, Kid. I'm sorry." He got down his knees. His arms snaking around you after you came a gentle nod. "They won't leave you alone? Like you can see them everywhere?"

"Even in my dreams." You shook your head. "I can't go to sleep normally. Everytime I wake up i have bruises or a sudden gash. It won't stop. Everyone's worried about me, and sooner or later I suspect I'll be dead." A sob finally fell from your lips.

"I know. It can be hard. Your attracting them, somehow, perhaps because of Bats. Or simply your that susceptible to you." He turned to look at you fully. "Some have attached themselves to you."

"Really?"

"Their weakening you. I'm assuming you see other than bad spirits, yes?"

"Yes. Sometimes I see B's parents. They always tell me to take care of myself."

"I can get Zatanna and we'll take care of it. Just hold out for longer while." John hugged you tightly. "Trust me, Kid. I know it's hard to see things that others can't."

You sniffled. "Okay, thank you." You hugged him back. You pretended that the breathing down your neck wasn't from a murderer; a man who killed several women.

They told you. For the sake of tormenting you.

After all the visions were just as terrifying.

They weren't done with you this night either. Having gotten home and everyone headed for bed (except Duke since he was day shift), and slept.

You settled into your bed. Eyes feeling heavy due to not getting the right amount of sleep. The visions of the future haunted you. Always so horrible. Your siblings and father getting hurt in ways you never wished for.

Your bed dipped and you realized it was Ace. Softly smiling the dog licked you hand as you petted him. Recently he had been coming to your bed.

Noted animals always seemed to see things humans weren't able. Never have you been so grateful for Ace. As a thank you Ace was awarded with kisses atop his forehead.

Finally settling down in your bed. Trying to get comfortable, and hopefully your dreams would be terrifying.

You were wrong.

The sight of the man you were after. A man wrapped in chains. White eyes and bleeding blood. Sobbing for it to stop.

Make it stop.

The ghostly sight of a demon reigned above. Black eyes. Mocking figure you treasured close to your heart.

It was a dream. This was all too much for you. Becoming lucid it became so much worse. The demon in your face. A hand around you neck.

Thorns pricking in your skin. Body on fire as you garbled out noises. Pleas for it all the stop. You could die in your sleep.

You'll die.

Gotham will be destroyed.

I'll never leave you alone.

You'll never escape us.

You screamed loudly. Your voice feeling like an echo and suddenly you were falling.

Ace was barking when you opened your eyes to find a demoic creature looking down at you. Blood and dirt on its body. A body of a human.

Giggling. It roared and you screamed. Thrashing as it attacked your. A blood curdling scream that mixed with Ace's barks.

"DAD!"

Like a screech you screamed for Bruce. The monster on you and tearing at your skin. Bruises no doubt forming on you as you rolled off the bed. Back hitting the wood hard, and pain rushed up your body.

Bloody injuries bleeding into the wood. Covering your skin. It wouldn't leave and for some reason it was attacking you.

Why? Why you?

Ace's barks never let up.

Even as the door slammed opened to reveal Bruce looking on with a shakened expression. He watched you moving on the floor like it was attacking you.

When had it left?

Ace having lept off the bed he joined you on the floor. Desperately trying to get you to stop hurting yourself even more. All the movement making your injuries worse.

"[ ]! Baby! Sweetheart it's okay!" He grabbed you into his body. You immediately clung to him, stopping your thrashing around. Ace's body not leaving you alone. Crying and sobbing from fear and pain.

"What happened?!" His voice was shaking. Eyes taking in the various bruises over your body. The blood hot on his nose and seeing blood through your night shirt. Three claw marks when he pushed up the damn thing.

"Make it stop- make them stop, dad!" Despite it hurting your arms you clung to Bruce. The cuts in your arms rubbing together as you sobbed. "They won't go away-!" You're voice was strangled as you sobbed.

"I keep seeing them- I can't sleep! I can't-" you couldn't speak any longer. Your chest was hurting too. No doubt tons of blood on your chest from scars.

Blood coated Bruce's silk pajamas.

You're siblings stood out the door with wide eyes.

Dick covering his mouth with teary eyes.

Jason's eyes were filled with unfamiliar fear.

Tim was bewildered.

Damian was beside himself. What the hell was he looking at?

Cassandra wanted to go to you.

Stephanie held Cass back. Horror and tears in her eyes.

Duke couldn't believe his eyes. His own anxiety shot up the roof.

Alfred came rushing in with a first aid kit. The old man shakened up, which was a rare sight. Far too disturbing for Bruce and the Kids.

Along, Alfred the Cat and Titus came rushing in. The animals joining Ace in crowding you with worry.

Bruce was whispering gentle nothings into your ears. He didn't know where to comfort you. Everywhere was injured. Your chest and back. Arms and legs. Neck and maybe even your head.

"Whats going on?" It was a simple question.

You stilled. Eyes wide.

Like you saw a ghost. "They won't go away. I saw him, the one John is looking for. He attacked me. All of them." You looked behind Bruce. He noted it.

"The phantoms want you dead, Dad." You turned to Jason. "They want you back in the grave." Your older brother was shakened by that news.

"Make them go away. Call Zatanna and John...I don't want to die...they'll kill me." You pleaded.

You were inconsolable. The family didn't know what to do. It was hard to cover your injuries as you refused to leave Bruce's side. You couldn't because you'd be alone.

Ace was there. But it wasn't enough.

You didn't want to be alone. You're family could speak to you, despite not being able to see it all. To see the horror of what you saw.

The living room was taken over. Pillows and blankets piled upon each other. A movie blaring on the TV.

A big space for you and house animals in the middle. Damian was quite appalled to see that Titus was refusing to leave you. Never seen him so close to someone else other than him.

The same could be said for Ace.

Despite that you refused to leave Bruce's arms. You're father didn't protest and your siblings let it happened.

You were so scared. They could see it clear as day.

A call was made by Jason quick to John. His voice threatening the warlock to come quickly tomorrow or else he'd have a bullet in the groin.

Late-night cookies prepared by Alfred. You were smothered in blankets and held by Bruce. You refused to let go.

The warmth of your siblings also refused to leave. Protectiveness swallowing them when you told them all you've seen. What you've seen all your life.

The ghosts of demons and spirits.

Bruce was crying when you admitted you could see his parents. Even saying you could feel Martha's ghostly motherly touch on you. A sad expression on her as she kissed you better.

Thomas next to Bruce. His expression hard as he looked at the injuries you recieved.

The supernatural was real and you could see it. All of it and it tormented you. A gift, sure, but you saw evil. It wouldn't leave you alone, and many attached itself to you.

"I promise baby it'll be okay." Bruce whispered to you. A kiss to your forehead just as Damian's arms wrapped slightly more tighter around you. You winced but you didn't mind.

"Sleep. We'll be here if something happens to you."

You were scared. Heavy eyelids threatening to close. Bruce's kissed the side of your temple. "It's alright."

You believed in your father, and all your siblings who were close. Closer than normal. Wanting to make sure you were never harmed again.

With that belief in your mind you slept.

Feeling content, even if the demon was in the corner.

A source of darkness can never defeat love.

And you had plenty of it.

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

Masterlist | A Day in Life

A series of non-related one-shots (or more) were you can have a peak at a day in the life of a character on a different scenario every time.

A Day in Life — Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader — Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Extra content: Alfred scolding the JL; Reader kicking Hal's balls; Silent treatment; Wonder Woman defending Reader's honor; Would the JL kidnap Reader? What if they quit their job or found another S/O?; What if Reader finds out Batman's identity; John Constantine flirting with Reader; Reader and the kids watching the Princess and the Frog; What if Reader flirt with one of them; Ballet classes with them; Shoes to kick Hal Jordan in the nuts; Beach day; Crime Syndicate's assistant; Post wisdom teeth removal; No nut november; Weak spot for Cass and Jay

A Day in Life — Househusband!Jason Todd X Gn!Reader; Platonic!Batfam

Extra content: 1k celebration maid!Jason Todd

General masterlist

[feinv]

John Constantine is awkward affectionate but when he's drunk or tipsy he doesn't think about things he just does them so instead of being awkward he's hugging you from behind looking like a child hugging a stuffed animal, hugging you and putting his face in your neck and just staying like that, giving kisses all over your face, your laying down and he literally lays on-top of you half suffocating you.

(will deny any of it happened the next day)

-🥃

constanine x gn!reader. fluff. this is so real it’s #canon.

༝ surprisingly the alcohol might be the only thing that wins over his infuriating ego. he doesn’t think about appearing “tough” or being “vulnerable or weak” with you, he just does what his heart desires the most, and it’ being close to you!!

༝ his hands are on you every single second of the day. he needs to be touching you and not even in a sexual way. they would wrap around you from behind, circling your waist and pressing his chest to your back, his soft lips leaving gentle pecks on your skin while he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent that sends him into ecstasy.

༝ you actually need to clear your schedule out for the rest of the day cuz he won’t be leaving you alone. he would follow you around like a lost puppy, jumping on every opportunity to wrap himself around you, trapping you against the wall or under him on a couch, his big brown eyes silently begging you to give him attention.

༝ and when he hears your soft giggles and sees your smile at his amusing actions, he loses all the little self control he had and smashes his lips with yours in a needy kiss, his desperate whimpers and whines muffled in your mouth, which is the only time he would ever produce those kind of sounds.

༝ when the two of you somehow make it to the bed, he would make himself comfortable literally on you, resting his head on your chest after he was done peppering your whole face with kisses. you couldn’t even complain because his weight on top of yours felt so so nice, so your hands found his dark hair instead and tousled it lovingly. you might even hear an extremely rare i love you being mumbled against your skin as he dozed off to sleep.

༝ will ABSOLUTELY deny any of those things happened when you mention it the next day, scoffing and rolling his eyes with a followed “don’t be ridiculous” comment.