#john is running

[andyoullhearitagain]

Everyone gives Sherlock Holmes a hard time about being mean about Watson's writing, but honestly imagine you told your roommate "sure, you can write up an account of my work for the newspaper," thinking it would be like, about the murder, but then he publishes it and it's 90% about you, as a person, and it's a huge hit and now everyone in London knows that you hoard newspapers and do cocoaine when you're depressed. Because I think you'd be little miffed too.

[5ummit]

they really all said fuck this shit I'm out

[tojisun]

cw: dubcon

simon calls you while he’s away for a mission.

he’s a lot hornier today, skipping the usual banter to ask something for you—won’t you ride your pillow for him?

you clamber to your knees, obeying his plea with a quiet thrum burning your cheeks. he refuses to switch to a video call, says it’s a lot hotter this way, with his voice piercing through the static and your own rumbling in a quiet tumble.

your hitched breaths sound a lot louder this way, your own voice bouncing off your walls. simon tells you to be louder; to describe how it feels. you tell him it’s not enough—

“wished it was y’r cock, si,” you hiccup, whimpering as you try to find the rough drag of your pillowcase to rub against your clit.

god, it’s not all dirty talk—it isn’t enough. you need something more filling; something thicker and longer and bigger. you need to be fucked. to be ruined.

“si, please!”

“shh,” he says, his voice a deep hum. “not yet, baby.”

something clatters on his line, the static rippling like a distorted voice but you’re doused in the teasing pleasure—a miasma of a delicious drag and it’s not enough—to notice, leaving you to only sniffle because simon’s a fucking tease.

john looks up at simon, grinning.

“well if she isn’t such a good girl f’r you, huh?” he rumbles out, careful not to make too much noice. his chub is throbbing underneath his sweats and it makes simon’s throat dry with a howling hunger.

yeah, he can’t wait to introduce you to his captain.

or, simon using his girlfriend to win his captain’s attention.

[devil-in-hiding]

the men finding farmer!reader awake earlier than you usually are one morning, scribbling in a little notebook at the kitchen table, eyes darting between your words and the calendar on the wall

“good morning, there’s tea on the stove and toast on the counter.” you greet, voice soft and tired and Price rolls his eyes.

(once you start warming up to them and allowing them to help more, they grill you about working yourself to exhaustion)

“Thought you promised to take it easy this morning.” He mutters, giving Grimes a scratch behind the ears as he goes to grab a mug. He feels Ghost squeeze by behind him, hands warm on his lower back as he pours his tea.

“I’m making a schedule Price.” You yawn, shooing Soap away he tries to snatch the last bite of eggs of your plate. “Hey!” You snap, slapping his hand. Soap looks at you as though you beat him. “Not even a little bite?”

“Make your own, you don’t even like my eggs-“

“Aye! All I said that mornin’ was they was runny!” He whines, and Ghost lightly shoves him away, stealing the seat closest to you.

“What kind of schedule hm?” He questions, trying to peer down at the paper.

“Breeding season.”

Gaz chokes on a piece of toast, Soap slapping his back quickly. Ghost’s fork clatters back onto his plate and Price freezes, only to curse when scalding tea cascades over the side of his mug and down his hand.

You watch, brow raised, as they compose themselves.

“Breeding season?” Soap asks weakly, voice tight and you look between them, tilting your head.

“Yeah…? For the animals…?” You say slowly, and they let out a synchronised groan, Price running a hand over his face.

“Christ love, learn how to phrase shit yeah?”

“What? What do you mean? It’s breeding season!”

“Lass please-“

[ghostbsuter]

The aftermath is somewhat controlled chaos, it doesn't take long for one of the leaders to step forward and request for help.

The newly turned Ghost King hums in thought, floating in the air as he considers the request.

On one hand, he does owe it to them, the lil green guy, Beast Boy?, figured it out after all. On the other hand, what on earth got them into this situation in the first place?

—

"So you... want my help, by giving you an army of the undead to win this somewhat one sided war and establish that earth is not, in fact, the enemy?"

"Yes."

"Explain to me again, why?"

A sigh.

—

(So what if he laughed at them at the end and made horrible puns of the situation and nearly destroyed a universe by laughing too hard– that's no one's business but his.)

He did give them an army to fend of the "enemy"(?), cackling as he leads the dead out to the living with a declaration of slightly violent peace.

But hey! Danny now has more phone numbers saved, got to create even more chaos and had a blast with the heroes!

(He doesn't mention nor show any change of behaviour when Batman eyed him like a particular hard puzzle, but he did step away when the man had suspicious looking papers in hand with a very (uncomfortably) familiar fire in his eye.)

wait thAT JOHN CONSTANTINE???

(The man books it the moment he felt the eyes of phantom on him, knowing fully well and not risking it. Unfortunately for him, said king is hot on his heels, shouting about paperwork and taxes.)

Game show host Danny

What if one day Danny gets so annoyed at cults summoning him, he makes it a game show

Whenever someone uses his summoning circle they get transported to a game show stage where they compete to see who gets to meet the ghost king

Danny's the host but refuses to tell anyone that he's the ghost king, besides no ones ever won so it doesn't matter

Danny was prepared, he binge-watched all the game shows he could find and then convinced technes to fine him some more

There's a big wheel of fortune but instead, it's a wheel of possible dimensions they could go to

They have to guess the emotional value of certain items and people are confused when it's a thermos

They have to answer questions about fast food franchises

If you get caught cheating fright knight will chase them around threatening them for a few hours before sending them home

A challenge is to lock them all in a room with box ghost and the last person to say something mean wins

Any musical challenges are overlooked by ember

There's a game where you have to choose the right box but one of them is Pandora's box

Skuller will chase them through an obstetrical course for "physical challenges"

Everyone loves it, all of dannys rogues get to mess with humans, the cultist won't be summoning him anytime soon, and Danny gets to laugh his ass off at this...no one quite knew what to expect when young Justice tried to summon him as a dare

[dickytwister]

more of them this time heavily featuring sentryagent and ☝️ a glimpse of winterguardian

[trinityysantos]

MOVIES WATCHED IN 2025

#033: The Princess and the Frog dir. Ron Clements & John Musker

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #35

There's a Teen Titans, there's a Young Justice, but there's no Teen Superhero team that deals with things that Justice League: Dark does. And, well, John's a little tired.

Once teenager superheroes stop being teenager superheroes, and they seem to belong with JLD, they got tossed in the team. But, they aren't prepared for the team. They haven't dealt quite with threats that JLD handles all the time. They're not experienced enough.

So, John decides it's time to get a Young Justice: Dark team started. He's shit at leading, though, so he calls Phantom for a favor.

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about the most homophobic misogynistic dude bro talking shit, maybe it’s in the lock room with the rest of his friends, making a whole spectacle out of the two dudes he saw kissing or holding hands

Cw: forced feminization, 18+, top male reader, dom male reader

But you notice the way he shifts from one leg to another, eyes wandering over to your own almost as if fearing you’ll say something you shouldn’t -like how he’d showed up to your dorm last night, sober for once and with his hard on showing through his sweatpants, moments before you had him bouncing on your cock.

Despite having been the one to initiate things, he’d been reluctant to let you know he was enjoying it, with his teeth digging into his bottom lip to the point where blood was trickling down his throat, desperately trying to suppress any sort of noise from escaping his mouth. Hell he refused to move his hips on his own even though he’d been the one to tell you to hurry the fuck up and fuck his pretty little hole (five words you had coaxed forced out of the other man) You had to fuck him back onto your cock, nails digging into the plush skin and working him up and down your dick.

Not that you minded much especially not when he’d ever so often let out wails and whines and you could feel his walls clenching down on your cock and you didn’t waste a second asking if his pretty pussy likes that or if the pretty princess is feeling good. He’d only respond by telling you to shut the fuck up, even spat in your face once but hell that didn’t stop him from riding your dick till he finally reached his orgasm.

[marcheriest]

60s salome

[tojisun]

price talking you through it and it being shotgunning with him.

and how you’re sitting prettily on his lap, watching as he leans close, eyes fluttering when he taps your chin, and murmurs, “open up.”

you loll your tongue out just slightly, feeling intoxicated already as you watch john take a drag of his cigar, before he pulls it away and beckons you with a curl of his finger. you fall closer to him, humming, and giggling when he breathes the smoke into your mouth.

“inhale it slowly; envision yourself swallowing– there we go, darling,” john murmurs, his dark eyes even headier at how good you’re being for him.

“more?” he asks when you’re done.

you nod, a pretence of innocence in your silence, and john rumbles in his delight. it makes your core throb, and you don’t know how you look right now but however it is, it makes john croon, his rough palm cupping your jaw, with his thumb falling just underneath your bottom lip.

you give it a little lick, and john’s nose flares, desire burning bright under his skin.

soon, after this, he’ll devour you.

[devil-in-hiding]

gonna take a nap, but picture price covering farmer!reader’s mouth whilst hidden in a corner of the barn one morning, nipping love bites into your shoulder as you cry into his hand, his thick cock pounding into you, leg hooked over one of his large arms

you’re desperately clawing at his wrist, eyes rolling back when his cock kisses your cervix. “Shhh pretty, don’t want the others to find you like this hm? Makin’ a right mess all over my fuckin cock…” he breathes, slipping two of his fingers into your mouth.

[eiraeths]

ghost: rock bottom isn’t a bad place to be if you’re into collecting rocks

soap: [holding an armful of rocks that ghost keeps stacking upon]

ghost: or if your partner also likes rocks

soap: they’re good improvised weapons

[zzoupz]

faith: the birdy trinity

[laswells-ashtray]

One day, someone makes the mistake of mentioning Kate's wife when she's on the field and Gaz, Ghost and Soap expect her to be fine.

John knows better.

It takes John, Ghost, and Soap between them, with Gaz holding a hand over the guys mouth to stop Kate from genuinely being at risk of killing him. John actually lifts her off of the ground and walks out with her kicking and fighting to get out of his grip.

Ghost has to guard the door when he drags her out, Soap and Gaz can be heard getting a little hands-on with their interrogation. John’s grip on Kate is so tight that she'll undoubtedly bruise, but she'll forgive him when he stops her from losing her job.

"Kate- Kate, stop fucking- CALM DOWN- Think about it, it's a scare tactic. Sarah is at home with the cats, and she's fine, he wouldn't tell you about it if he wasn't going to touch her. She's alright."

"You don't fucking know that, you've seen the pictures, John. You know what he does to people-"

"Kate, calm down. Call her, phone Sarah right now and listen to her voice. She's fine, you'll be fine."

Even Simon has an undeniable picture of Laswell in her head. She's unshakeable, she's calm and she's fucking funny when she feels like it. But he's never seen this before, she's downright vicious and he can't help but watch with wide eyes as John grabs her phone out of her pocket and forces it into her hands. Can't help how his lip twitches into a frown that none of them can see as her voice shakes when she talks down the phone to her wife. How she slumps against Price and he holds her up, muttering quietly to her as her wife's voice speaks through the phone.

"She's fine. You're fine. He's a lying git, Kate. Nothing's going to happen to Sarah, you'd never allow it and neither would I. Hell, neither would Nik. The big bugger loves her."

Simon knows better than anyone that they're all human, despite all the rumours and the hero worship everyone gazes at them with. They're people. But sometimes even he forgets that Kate Laswell isn't a Station Chief, she's a woman with a wife at home and a group of cats that John likes laughing at pictures of. It's for that reason that he looks away, offers her the dignity of calming down in peace and slipping back into the Watcher persona without his eyes on her.

He pointedly ignores the grateful look John shoots him.

[pikachic]

Guys new cookie run characters just dropped! /j