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ridingtorohan · 5 days ago

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hey!! i saw ur recent post about the tulpar crew walking in on reader touching themselves, could u do the same but vice versa?

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𓇻 ft. tulpar crew x gn reader

𓇻 content. 18+ content, minors dni. possible second hand embarrassment. masturbation, sexual propositions, the whole shebang. this is a sequel to this post. this one can definitely be read on its own though. lightly implied that reader didn't accept swansea or daisuke's offers in the prequel but that can be left up to interpretation. jimmy's definitely happened though.

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Curly is just so damn tired. Tired of the reports, faxes, checking the straps in the cargo bay. One of the few downtimes he gets is when he can sit and watch the constellations pass on the common room monitor. The Augira, Constantine and Mitena were all ones that he recognized from this sect of the system, all penned from the eyes of Saturn and further.

Movies are a scarce commodity on the screen, given Jimmy's track record of not wanting to hook the systems up, but it helps him nod off most times.

Working out, though? Working out he can do. Pony Express has given him permission to bring his weights on board, alongside a slew of magazines and audiobooks to listen to.

While Curly doesn't think of himself as a gym rat, those moments to himself are some of the best. Nothing but the burn of iron, the strain of his muscles with each rep. It's methodical work, one that sets his mind at ease and off of reports for once.

Some days, he can get Jimmy in on the action, but most of the time his co-pilot bemoans it. Each time they worked out, the stretches between the next session grew longer.

He's pleased when you agree to attend a few sessions with him. By then, it's almost amicable between you two, as if him walking in you didn't even happen. He's very much acted the part of a dutiful captain, though, he can't help his own eyes from wandering when he sees you stretch. Can't help himself from putting his hands firmly on you when he goes to correct your stance. It doesn't linger, doesn't wander, but goddamn, does he wish he could throw propriety out the window.

It's after one of his solo workout sessions when he chooses another way to unwind. Really, that's the only explanation for it. One that he tells himself anyway, because the strain of propriety is heavy. If he still thinks of you from time to time, if your face crops up in his thoughts while he touches himself, that's his business.

The only places you'd catch him in the act is either in the bathroom or his room.

Curly has always been imaginative, thoughts trailing to roads not travelled, paths that burn out of sight. Of you, sprawled out on the bed, and how he wished he had stayed. How he'd have given anything to hike your legs over his waist and kiss you senseless when he slid against you.

As it always is, every fantasy comes to an abrupt end. Every night that he had dreamed of walking in to find you waiting, you found him. Wifebeater drenched in sweat, towel draped over his shoulders, every line of his well built body on display, hand fisted around his cock.

There's a difference between wishing you'd walk in on him and actually receiving it.

A painful, terse moment lingers between you two, tension so thick he swears he can cut it. His hand completes the motion, wiping from his base to the tip, each breath deep. Despite how uncomfortable he felt (for more than one reason), he also felt more prepared. "Hold on a minute." He'll cover himself, boxers and uniform hiding himself from view.

If you believe you could flee from the room without Curly following you, you're dead wrong. He'll track you down, put this to bed once and for all. He'll catch you, half-dressed in his uniform, blue workwear draped around his waist, hand against the wall. "We have to talk about this."

Regardless if you stay or leave, not talking about it is no longer an option. You've both seen more of each other than was warranted, then what you both signed up for, but dammit he wants this. And he's so tired of shying away from things that he wants. From the person that he wants. All because of some higher-ups sitting cozy back home saying that it's wrong to do. He can't do it anymore, not when he feels like he's on the cusp of something great for once in his life.

"I know that what happened isn't what either of us expected," he'll start, voice low and perhaps far too sensual to be appropriate considered his half-dressed state. "And frankly, we can keep it to ourselves, pretend we never saw it." Biting the bullet is one of the fewest things he's done in life, but this is something that he wants to do. By fractions, Curly leans in closer, his voice entering a low murmur. "But... it doesn't have to be. We could give each other a.. hand, so to speak."

Routine. That's one thing that the Tulpar is good at. Routine. Each meal time, the rigid necessity of clocking in and out on time, even bathing. Pony Express may be a shit machine but it's well oiled, worked raw by the people under it. Delivering the payload is a smooth easy task because they all work on it together.

Part of that routine is shift work. Jimmy, ever the night-owl, works evening and night shift. This makes it so incredibly easy to avoid him if you wanted, especially since he walked in on you tending to yourself.

But he doesn't let you forget it. Since that moment, there's a smoldering heat in his gaze, eyes hooded as he watches you go about the room. Watched as you did your tasks, always standing too close - enough that you can get a whiff of his woodsy cologne, or feel his arm against yours.

He's almost helpful, even when your tasks really don't necessitate the need for another. His hands linger, hot against your uniform, his hips against the back of yours whenever he steadied you, or reached above you. Each word a rumble in his throat.

Except there's never really any change to talk to him about what happened. Not when every moment is tense, fraught with unresolved desires and need. Not when Daisuke or Curly walk into the room, silencing the burning questions and words that haunt your lips. Jimmy seems especially disgruntled about the interruptions, getting almost snappy towards the other crewmembers.

All in all, you rarely have a moment to speak with him. It's the furthest thing from your mind when you step out of the shower, more than eager to collapse face first into bed and sleep the weariness away.

If you're the sort to bring clothes into the washroom to change into, the absence of them is noted fast. No amount of scrounging around turns them up either. At a loss, it's to your sleeping quarters to wrangle up something else to wear.

Except you're very much not alone the second you step into your door. The door swishes behind you but you're effectively grounded, eyes drawn to the man lounging on your bed.

His head is tilted, messy hair falling across his hooded eyes, a dark and smoldering look to them. A slow stretch of a smirk crawls across his face, a pleased look darting into his eyes.

Jimmy is just as bare as the day he was born, an arm languidly thrown over your pillow. A leg bent up, not at all coy about having himself on display. His other arm is resting against his thigh, one hand smoothing along his flushed cock in a slow, slick motion. His fingerstips are all but slathered in precum - or actual cum, as you might suspiciously think when you look at your clothes haphazardly thrown onto the floor, looking sticky.

"There you are. Took you long enough." He breathes out your name, chin tilted upward, something primal lurking deep in his eyes. Jimmy clicks his tongue, ever the disapproving copilot. "You should know better than to keep someone waiting." Despite the curt, wanting tone to his words, he doesn't move towards you. Letting you go to him. Like he knows you will.

"I've been thinking," each word is low and deep, husky in his mouth. Jimmy's hand very much doesn't stop moving, stroking himself as you're rooted to the spot. Whenever you glance down between his thighs, his smirk deepens. "That you owe me for what I did for you."

It's not like you could dance around the topic forever; each touch, every interrupted conversation, it all would have culminated to this. Jimmy waiting for you, eager to put his hands back on you, to feel you tremble and shudder beneath him as he pulls you apart.

The thing was, you realize, it'd be terribly easy to leave him here. To not respond to his advances. The door was to your back and even Jimmy had enough sense not to walk out nude in pursuit of you. It'd be easy to walk to another crewmate's quarters and pilfer clothes. It'd be laughed off, brushed under the rug just as another incident, excused as you being unable to enter your room because of 'technical difficulties'.

The thing is, though, you can clearly remember how his hands felt, the way he moved. How Jimmy watched you with the same intensity now, his eyes a dark promise of a repeat experience, if not more.

You don't really want to refuse such an offer, do you?

Try as Anya might, she can't get the image of you out of her head. The sounds you made, how your hands moved. She'd tried to be civil, though how quickly she averts her gaze and fidgety hands betray how much it affected her. Nerves, she'd try to excuse it. Nothing ever related to you, of course, because that sounds too much like blame. She blames herself for walking in on you masturbating, and blames herself for wishing that she hadn't left.

But by god, did it make her needy and so sexually frustrated. She's found every excuse under the sun to touch you then jerk back, at war with herself. She has to act professional. Doesn't she?

Something about you, seeing you like that, had coiled something burning inside of her. Something hot, that festered low in her gut.

For the most part, she can act professional. Mostly. But she can only get so far from letting her eyes trace your silhouette, from sitting on her leg whenever you talk to her. It's risky business, even riskier when she decides to keeps a few tokens of yours. Things that smell like you, even distantly - papers, a bracelet. Things that you've lent to her before.

It's been a while since she got laid, since she's even been attracted to anyone. But something about you just sets her on fire, burning with want and need. She needs you like she's never needed anyone before.

Realistically, Anya knows it's because of the forbidden nature; because of the close proximity day in and day out, but there's something so tantalizingly beautiful about it too. She's a sucker for it.

One of her favourite places to get off is in the medbay; she can lock herself in it - but she doesn't. Because it's so much more tantalizing when she thinks about you walking in. When she thinks about pressing you against the desk and using her medical expertise on you. She wants to hear you - taste you - feel you. Is that too much to ask for?

That's exactly where you catch her. Her breath coming out in hot breaths, eyes shut tightly, uniform pulled open. It'd be so easy to mistake it for something else, such as the room being hot - if it weren't for where her hands were.

One has all but ridden up her shirt, rolling the peak of her breast between her fingers. The zipper has gone all the way down to her waist, one hand curled tightly in her underwear, motions jerky as she fingers herself.

Every inch of her wishes that it was you, your fingers working her over, touching her clit and prodding at her walls. She feels so close, having edged herself for a bit until you came in.

It was just to ask her her input on supper, or for a nonsensical question that very well could have waited for another moment.

The door swishes shut behind you and her eyes flutter, dark as she looks up at you, flush all but crawling up her neck.

Seeing how you look at her - how you came to look for her- needing her for something, a question halfway on your lips - and it's her undoing. She moans your name, guttural and hoarse, hips jerking, dripping over her knuckles. "Wait-" Singlehandedly one of the better orgasms she's had, better than when she pined endlessly.

When her senses come back, Anya is breathless and shaken - and you're long gone.

She's not letting you go this time. Not when a new, burning question lodges inside her. Did you like what you see? Did you wish you weren't there?

Anya approaches your door at night, knocking crisply and when you grant entrance, she stands there, the atmosphere almost palpably awkward. She takes a few steps closer, feeling flighty and desperate, eyes searching your face, whispering your name.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," she whispers, voice low in the room, nerves biting at her throat. She can't not know anymore. "But I'm... glad that you did."

"Is this.. tension between us all in my head, or, do you want me too?"

It's one thing after the next. Couplings came loose, Daisuke's homework is not up to par, the lightbulbs need to be changed but no one seems capable of doing it. It all amounts to a sort of frustration winding up in him. Swansea has enough grace not to lash out at anyone, but it's there, palpable in his tone.

By some saving grace, you're willing to help him out with his work. Passing over screwdrivers and wrenches, new copper wire as he needs it. Swansea has noticed that you're attentive and eager like that; willing to help. Sometimes, he really wished you were his intern instead of Daisuke, not that he blames the kid.

He really needs a damn beer.

Wanking out his frustrations as a teenager and young adult had really suited him just fine, and with each passing day, it becomes a far more likely possibility.

It surely does not help when every little moment with you feels charged. Knuckles brushing when you supply him with mechanic tools, or when his arm brushed against your thigh as he steadied the ladder for you.

Swansea finds his gaze lingering.. on how your uniform bunches, the sway of your walk, the excited chatter to your tone when you've launched into some spiel or other. Each look he gives you is in quiet contemplation, though perhaps not as obvious as to why.

He's long since brushed off your curious questions.

It's when Anya outright slipped and fell over an oil spill that Swansea called it quits. There's only so many small annoyances that he could take before it became a hazardous snowstorm.

After it's suitably cleaned, he tried to find a place to tuck himself away. Keyword: tried. Something else always needed to be fixed, and he had enough years under his belt to know the ins and out of everything. Leaky faucet? Hold his glass. Vaccuum given up? He's got it. Curly, goddammit, he has it.

It's so grueling to find a moment of peace, so he takes what he can. That just so happened to be in the utility room, frustrations to a boiling point.

He knows his body, knows just the right way to stroke himself, the perfect amount of pressure. Learned it long since his youthful days, since his amicable divorce from his wife. Sure, it might feel mechanic at a certain point, but to him, it was a small reprieve. A getaway that only booze came close to.

Foreskin pulled back, his head is tucked low, eyes heavily lidded, fingertips pressing under the tip of the head just like he likes.

Swansea has himself sticky with precum when the utility door rattles and open. "Swansea, I found your keys-"

His eyes track up, eyebrows raised. Whatever hasty attempt you may have made, it's blocked by the aging mechanics of the utility door. It's from an older rig, one that still uses keys instead of the security bars that the medbay and cockpit use. Which means it's faulty as shit.

He sighs, head tipped back, eyes still on you. "That's on me for not leaving a sock out there," he grumbles, voice gruff and husky. A reference to how he told you to ward off people when he caught you masturbating earlier.

Moving his hand from his cock, his gaze is surprisingly steady, arm draped against the back of the chair. "Listen, kid, I won't say shit about this if you don't. Keep it jammed tight better than a olive jar when making margaritas. But." He rolls his neck, feeling a satisfying crack run through him. "I can show ya a few things that the ole cap' or other men won't, if yer interested."

Daisuke has been, for lack of a better word, edgy around you. Hovering, then trying to create distance. He can't seem to decide how to act around you. Not when he's seen you that way, pleasuring yourself. When he wishes you'd involve him.

He's seen plenty of naked people before, got hard over them, but wow, did you take it to the next level. Even how you tilt your head or roll up your sleeves has him in an outright tizzy, straining hard in his pants.

Daisuke often has to excuse himself from your presence. Ignoring Swansea's rolling eyes and knowing scoffs is easy; ignoring you is harder.

It's during one of those mundane tasks, where you're prattling about your work to the others, his eyes glued to your form, absorbing every word that he can't take it anymore. Excusing himself, he pops right out of the room, awkwardly striking towards his bunk.

But of course that is the exact moment you decide you need to return his gameboy - or comic, or whatever he had lent you a few weeks prior.

Daisuke is completely in the groove, pants folded down, back propped to the wall, knees folded and lips parted with each heavy breath. He's always been loud, noisy and boisterous. But his saving (and falling) grace is that he's also often playing movies in his room, and what muffled sounds you may hear from the other side of the door is easily chalked up to that. (Or perhaps, you knew.)

You catch him like that, hand fisted around his lean cock, shirt ridden up over his stomach, his movements sharp and jerky. It's bad enough that you walk in on him like this - but another to hear Daisuke rattle out your name, the sound breathy and full of want coming from his lips.

He's a poor, flushed mess, eyes wide when he looks up at you - and it's so plainly obvious to the both of you that he didn't call out because he heard you come in.

"I- I can totally explain." Except he really can't, can he, when he has his dick in his hand, just moaning your name literally seconds ago.

Any attempt to backtrack out of the room will be greeted with a hasty, "Oh my god, no, pleasewait!" As he all but tries to leap from his bed, tripping over his pants in his haste to get to you. Daisuke is nothing but determined and will try to talk to you about this, even if you manage to successfully flee.

Choosing to stay has him utterly red-faced, almost ashamed as he rambles through a tirade of, "Okay, so," punctuated by repeated, stumbled phrases before he manages to get out, "So, me calling out your name just now - total accident. Unlessyoudon'twantittobe? But, like, I definitely understand if you want to leave but I'dreallyratheryoustaybecause I really can't stop thinking about you and, - oh hey, is that my gameboy? You can just set it-- that's not important! I just. Really don't want you to leave. Please."

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l0vem41l · 5 months ago

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mean when i'm nervous.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited as BAWLS, dc writer newbie but im very enthusiastic abt the comics and shows and movies, dog metaphor but insane and unsubtle, explicitly vigilante!reader in dick grayson’s part, dramatic asf but not really angst 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. bruce wayne, clark kent, richard "dick" grayson, and john constantine

author's note: so. we all know what my favourite thing right now is (⌒_⌒;) i still adore everything i used to write for,,, but i’ve been on my comic motives recently (*ﾟｰﾟ*) ! reading dc mostly but spider-noir and deadpool have been picked up along the way!!! um. anyways. if i get comfy enough, i might do more dc stuff but i get that this isn't my exact audience on this blog— sorry my loves (´＿｀。) </3 might write a part two cuz i love jason. and booster gold. and like every single one of them (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) halfway through writing this i realized everything feels very literal, so i feel the need to mention that this is not dog hybrid reader stuff but if u fw that u can imagine it that way

perhaps the habit of burning bridges you’re actively crossing isn’t a good idea. and you’re not an idiot, not in the slightest— but even if you were, everyone knows that needless self destruction when developing relationships is counterproductive.

you strike the match anyways, like it’s just a force of habit. another instinct.

if you spent life knowing that the hand only beats. why would you expect it to do anything else when it’s lowered towards you?

you learn to keep your hopes down, ears alert, and teeth sharp. you learn to get used to the taste of blood. to make things messy and complicated, and to end things when they need to be ended, because god knows it’s only self preservation when you do it.

you learn that the only way to survive is to bite— to hurt before something hurts you.

and one day, an unfamiliar hand that extends towards you decides to feed instead.

why do you still bare your teeth?

▸ BRUCE is unsure why he sticks around. he’s understanding, but also reasonably frustrated with your antics. it doesn’t evade him that they stem from something deeply rooted in your past— but he doesn’t know what to do about it. if there is anything to do.

at his core, he's a detective. he's got an eye for digging into strange pasts and a knack for knowing things he isn't supposed to. but in spite of his paranoia and hunger to know, bruce doesn't pry too much. he can do research on his own, without you ever having to realize.

you’re self-sufficient, he’ll give you that. you’re unsure sometimes of whether he’s proud that you can take care of yourself or irritated that you consistently insist on doing so. he’s unsure too. not like he lets you know.

it’s a mutual understanding the two of you share— he stays, you bite. yet bruce, unsurprisingly, doesn’t mind being bitten. he’d hope that the reason he’s sticking around is for the selfless reason of making sure you’re alright. though, the reality is, you’ve grown on him, whether you realize or not.

bruce has always been fond of strays.

▸ CLARK is nothing but patient. and that scares you beyond reason.

he sees the way you bare your teeth whenever someone gets too close for comfort to you. he knows when to back away, when to speak, when not to— he’s always attempting to never make you feel backed into a corner.

somehow, it makes you more anxious seeing just how much he understands about you. he knows just how to coax you out of the corner of your cage, how to bring you in closer, and it almost, almost convinces you to let your guard down.

the thought of that is terrifying.

you try barking, you try biting— and none of it works. clark doesn’t coddle you when you’re wrong— but he’s absolutely nothing but gentle. patient and understanding, sometimes you wonder how a man of steel can be so soft for someone like you.

▸ DICK isn’t dumb. it’s fairly easy for him to put two and two together. quickly, he figures out what he’s dealing with when he encounters you.

his conversations with you are never without a note of levity— a deliberate action on his end, you’re certain. he knows, you know, and because of it, everything feels oddly tense around him, even with the attempts to banter.

it’s too late to run. his observant gaze has caught a glimpse of you through your one way glass, and he’s chosen to meet your eyes with a smile. there's a sense of foreboding that gnaws at your gut, anxiously anticipating what might be lurking under that grin of his.

on his end, there are no malicious intentions. he doesn’t really have ulterior motives when it comes to you.

most times, he chooses to defend you and be the one standing at your side when no one else does. you don't understand why he insists on offering you friendship when all you do is pull away.

after a long night of patrolling the streets of gotham, you find the two of you leaning on the railing of a rooftop side by side. your eyes are on this cityscape of gotham. his are on you.

“you keep on insisting i’m not as bad as i seem,” you mutter under your breath.

late nights make for loose lips. he’s pleasantly surprised to hear you continue the thought instead of attempting to take it back.

“do you just hate being right?” you snort, allowing your gaze to flit over to him just for a second.

"no." dick smiles, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “i think you just hate the fact that i could be.”

▸ you tried not to bother with CONSTANTINE. the day the two of you met, you didn’t even introduce yourself.

john constantine’s presence alone reeks of trouble, as acrid and suffocating as the cigarette smoke that clings to his tan trenchcoat. you are attuned to things like that. he notices.

one thing you actually enjoy about him? he doesn’t chase. he’s a nosy one, for certain, sticking his nose into places no one in their right mind would— but for the most part, he steers clear of yours. initially, you think it’s because your urge to be left alone by him is so prevalent that he’s just chosen to heed the warning and not approach when unwanted.

but he’s not a man known for abiding by rules. he’s much more curious with you than you notice or prefer. in a way, your distance has made you more myth than man, more tale than tangible— you are a rumor passed through whispers between lips, a silent shadow lurking in the corner of the room… and he loves a good mystery.

“c’mon. you're actin’ like ‘m gonna bite your head off, luv,” he chuckles, lighting up the cigarette between his fingers.

i'd probably be the one doing that if i got any closer. you keep that thought in your head, standing with a gap between the two of you as always.

he doesn't miss how you avoid looking into his eyes like his gaze could murder, instead, focusing your gaze on the cherry of the cig, burning bright red.

“not much for a wee natter, hm?”

the quick shake of your head only makes his smirk grow. you could just walk away… so why exactly were you sticking around?

“fine by me. quiet company’s welcome.” that’s a sentence he’d probably never say to anyone else. in a strange way, he feels like he knows you well enough to be comfortable with the words that hang in the air.

it’s weird. you’re completely unknown, and yet, an irrational part of his mind keeps nagging at him to look just a little closer at you. sometimes, when he listens to it, he catches a glimpse of something silent in your eyes— an all too familiar pain of a person who can’t help but hurt the things that they cling onto.

so that’s why you’re keen on keeping everyone at arms length. it almost makes him laugh to think how similar the two of you are, plain as day, and yet unnoticed by you— a person who won’t even meet his eyes.

— reblogs always appreciated!

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ghostboybrainrot · 2 years ago

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DPxDC Ghost Zone Amity AU Part 2

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 AO3

Edit: I finally got around to adding this to AO3, link above.

Wow! I am completely blown away by the reaction the first part! It’s the first fic idea I ever posted. Thank you so much for all the likes and messages. I have a lot of ideas for this AU but I‘m new to writing so please be patient. I also would love to hear anyone’s ideas.

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Batman wanted to see the portal himself. Because of course he did. Nosy idiot couldn't let them handle it. And John Constantine just knew the bat was gonna make things harder on him.

"Can you disable it?" Gotham's knight asked.

"Of course not! This is some sci-fi bullshit and I don't do sci-fi. I do Magic, thank you very much.”

"You said you could sense death coming from it."

Constantine ran his hand through his hair, frustrated.

"Yeah but that doesn't mean I know how! This shouldn't be possible. And it radiates Death, capital D. This isn't just a device that has been exposed to death. It's owned by the Dead.

A grunt was all Constantine got as a reply, as the knight continued to examine the machine.

"Do you know where it goes?"

"To the DEAD! Haven't you been listening?! You know the Underworld? Hereafter? Netherworld? Hell with two L's? Hel with one L? Purgatory? Pandemonium? Hades? Tartarus? Any of these ringing a bell?"

Batman does not dignify the outburst with a response but he turns toward Constantine for the first time since they entered the building, narrowing his eyes.

"Which one?"

Constantine waved his hands noncommittally, "Eh, could be any of them. Could be ALL of them. They aren't completely separate. Like different branches of the same company. Different regional managers but all equally shitty.

Batman grunts again, turning back to the swirling mass. After a moment, he starts to fiddle with something on his belt. Constantine couldn't see what he was doing but he already didn't like it. Every time the bat investigated something that Constantine thought was better off left alone, his day would inevitably get MUCH worse. For the millionth time, he wonders why he bothers to associate with these idiots.

Batman pulls what he was messing with from beneath his cloak. His grapple gun? Constantine took several steps back. Nope. Nope, he definitely isn't gonna like this.

Instead of firing the gun, Batman slowly pulled at the hook loosening the wire until he had roughly 10 ft of it coiled in his hand. Then without any hesitation, he approached the swirling green, tossing the hook inside. It promptly disappeared, quietly, as though it had simply sunk into murky water.

They both waited. No sound could be heard except the ambient buzzing of electronics coming from the large machine. Batman stood a few feet from the portal, watching the line intensely. He had braced himself as though he expected the line to snap taut at any moment and pull him in. After roughly a minute and no such thing happened, Batman slowly reeled in the line feeding it back into the gun.

The hook came into view, no worse for wear. None of the green substance lingered on it. After briefly examining it, Batman clipped it back to his belt. Constantine was slightly disappointed that it hadn't come back ablaze or melting, only because it would help him narrow it down. Having it come back unscathed didn't really tell him where it led. Then again the fact that it wasn’t instantly destroyed from coming in contact with the portal was probably a good thing.

"I think you gotta put worms on the end if you wanna catch something Bats." Constantine joked. He knew the man wouldn't react but couldn't help it.

To his surprise, John heard a chuckle from directly behind him. It startled him but he did his best to not show it. He knew who it was and didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

Boston Brand, Deadman, slowly floated into view in front of the magician. He was watching Batman but directed his comment toward John.

"I was expecting the Bat to get dragged in! A little disappointed if I'm bein' honest." Deadman laughed.

"I'd be lying if I didn't feel somewhat similar. When'd you get in?"

"Not too long ago," the ghost said conversationally, "I did a quick lap around the crater. Phew! That thing is huge!"

"No kidding? I hadn't noticed." The magician snarked, pulling a cigarette out and placing it between his lips. He wouldn't light up in here. He wouldn't want to piss off the Bat but the familiar feel on his lips brought him a small amount of comfort.

Batman seemed to have noticed Constantine's one sided conversation. He turned to stare at the occultist, his eyes narrowing again.

"Boston?"

"Who else?" Constantine grumbled.

Suddenly, without warning, he felt a cold wave rush over him as the ghost phased into his body. He felt his mouth open, his cigarette fell to the ground, and a voice that wasn't quite his own spoke.

"Hiya Batman! Long time no see! I heard you guys could use a little help?" John's face grinned without his approval. The voice coming from John had a Brooklyn accent and was entirely too cheerful for his liking.

Batman nodded, unsurprised by the English man’s sudden accent and demeanor change. He gestured over his shoulder toward the machine.

"What can you tell me about this device?"

"Umm..." John's legs brought him a little closer and his hand came up to his chin as though he was thinking hard. "I mean it's definitely spooky, I get kindof a weird vibe from it but other than that. Meh." He shrugged. "Not really my area, Bats."

"Does it seem dangerous?"

"Honestly? I don't think so. Like Constantine said it definitely radiates Death but not like in like in a scary way. Hard to describe. Feels kinda like a nap after a long day, ya know?"

Batman didn't respond. There was a good chance he didn’t know. Constantine had never know the man to take a break. Did he even know what a nap was?

"Would you be willing to investigate?"

"Ya mean like go in? I suppose. Not like I'm getting any deader. Ha!"

As quickly as it appeared, the cold sensation that gripped him vanished and John Constantine's body was his own again.

"Bloody ghost! You made me drop my cig." He bent down to retrieve the cigarette, brushed it off, and put it back in his mouth. John hated when Deadman did that. Which was probably the reason he did it. He could have just asked John to translate. Or better yet ask him to magic Batman's eyes so he could see the ghost! But Boston loved to see John frazzled. As annoying as it was to be on the receiving end, John couldn’t begrudge the ghost his fun. He knew how lonely it could be being dead in the land of the living. No one even knowing he was there. Constantine may not be dead but he’d been around it enough to know how isolating it could be.

"Sorry John!" The ghost called back goodnaturedly, already heading toward the portal. "Wish me luck!"

The ghost flew through the portal and the room was quiet once again. Batman couldn't see the ghost had disappeared but he followed John's gaze toward the machine and waited. Accurately guessing he had already passed through.

After a short moment, Constantine wondered if he had enough time to go outside for a quick smoke. But before he could decide, Deadman's head poked back through the swirl of green. The rest of him followed close behind, looking exactly the same as when he left.

"Well?" John asked impatiently.

"Seems safe enough. It leads to another portal on the other side. No monsters or anything."

Batman spoke up, "What's he saying?"

Constantine, taking a page out of Batman's book, ignored the knight continuing to address the ghost. "And? Where does it come out?"

"That's the weird thing. I think it's just a garage."

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That’s all I have for now! Let me know how i did and what you think should happen next.

I have a lot of ideas on what happens to GZ Amity, and coincidentally humanity as a whole, as a result of it getting stuck. I like to think that over time this creates a whole subspecies of liminal humans and GZ Amity ends up giving a solar(ecto?) punk vibe.

Jack and Maddie are LOVING living in the ghost zone. After the initial shock, and a short adjustment period, they throw themselves into their research just as hard as before but instead of focusing on weapons they focus on researching the properties of the ghost zone. They use what they learn to better the lives of the residents of the town.

Amity Parkers don’t leave when they die. Old Evelyn Baker is still there like 300 years in the future. And because no one leaves, the town expands.

Blob ghosts wander around the city like stray cats. People treat them like pets. The Fentons create a blob collar especially for ecto-pets that is designed to stay on despite their semi-intangible nature. Using that design they are able to make equipment that will automatically phase WITH the user without having to dedicate extra energy to it.

I like the idea of Vlad coming around eventually. I think it would be funny for liminal!Amity Parkers gaining a resistance to overshadowing. And because Amity isn’t really part of the US anymore, his vast wealth doesn’t really do him any good. So here he is sad and alone. All his plans have failed and his power is rendered almost entirely useless. He can still overshadow people in the living world and the US is still a capitalist hellscape so his money is good there. But without any sort of end goal it loses its appeal. Eventually, he’ll come crawling back to Amity.

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ghostbsuter · 1 year ago

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Ghostbsuter's Masterlist!

Every prompt and idea (outside of the multiple parts: section) is free to use! Have fun. Feel free to credit me as well when you do.

Got a prompt yourself? Drop it into my inbox! Chatting is fine too, haha.

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Multiple parts:

Batclan and Catband

Selina is Danny's mom, recently got engaged to Bruce, and now they're meeting!

[ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 ]

The house of Nightingale & Constantine | #the house of Constantine and Nightingale have infinite beef

Batman called for help.

Now, with Phantom's help and Constantines, they might have a chance. If only he knew those two were rivals and enemies in terms of dark houses.

[ chapters: 1 | ] [ao3] (soon!)

[ snippets: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 ]

[ chap 1 snap-shot ]

Wonder MOM

Danny is a godling, born from the stars and son of Diana. Batman rescued him from abduction, and that's how the JL finds out about the son of WW.

[ part 1 ]

Twins, minus the Demon

Demon Twins Au, Damian and Danyal are the sons of the bat, demon and cat.

Implied and referenced past/current Bruce/Selina/Talia throuple.

[ part 1 ]

Magicians way

Danny is the son of Zatanna and John, member of the Young Just us and well... sometimes things don't go as planned.

[ part 1 | 1/4 ]

Team effort

Danny is a member of the Teen Titans!

[ part 1 | part 2 soon! ]

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Stand alones:

Birthday present (read the reblogs!) | (Martian appreciation)

High on fear (read the reblogs!) | (ghosts really like emotions)

Joker's Jr. or not? | (danny being the son of joker and harley)

He's Danny | (Joker's Jr. or not? continuation)

Titan missing! | (phantom is teen titans member and amity got kidnapped)

Wingman | (steph x sam)

Dog-napped | (cujo at it again ft. baby assassin)

One way to crush | (Dani crushing on Lian)

Speed running romance | (Dick x Jazz x Babs)

The Fries | (Nora going ghost)

Arson and consequences | (Roy!!)

Babysitting trouble | (baby yeti outside!)

Visitation | (Sam and young justice)

Syn eclipse | (being chased)

Elephant | (beast boy trolling)

Sibling rivalry | (just dan and danny things)

Team Bonding!!! | (JL + Danny get kidnapped)

Halloween skull | (supersons)

Young Justice Dark | (JLD + their own Jr.)

Actor au | (Team Phantom)

Human born | (Zatanna)

Death defying (not the ship) | (undying)

A massive Rabbit Hole | (Clark&Bruce&Elle)

Moon rejects | (Ghost explanation for the dumb)

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Bats!!

Prompts and snippets of adventures Danny has with various Bats.

College student shaped stray | (dami befriends teen dad danny)

Mom!cass | (time shenanigans end with conspiracy theories)

Calico (read the reposts!) | (nighttime activities as family bonding)

Paranoia | (bonding activity between Duke and Danny)

Harsh truth | (the plans start the moment Ra's fell)

Meta-child | (dick centric)

Villain magnet | (just danny being danny)

Sweet revenge | (danny and bruce)

Diplomatic immunity | (danny in gotham)

Little Brother | (Danny is a drake)

Another Cain | (Danny Cain)

Buying your own mercenary! | (Danny in his deadpool arc)

Grayson's stray | (one police officer picks up a kid)

Robin manifestation!Danny | (child of gotham)

Governmental shit that is (read the reblogs!) | (dead tired)

1 (+3) new child | (scooby doo but its Danny-Johnny-Kitty-Ember and shadow)

Cell buddies | (Dami and Danny)

Its not a habit | (Tim and danny)

Keeping up with the waynes | (wes theories and denial)

Straying Twins | (demon twins)

Bat plans | (robin needs a new buddy)

Mantles | (cass prepares)

How to spot | (night shift bats)

Apologies | (timetravel is a great plot)

Play along! | (Agnes and Beatrice)

Spoiler alert! | (steph and danny)

Infiltration | (dick and danny)

Doubled | (talia and danny)

Strange animal | (damian)

Left and collected | (everlasting trio + baby tim)

Please leave | (he won't leave)

Annoyance at Patrol | (Red Hood shenanigans)

Catnapped | (Red Hood shenanigans ||)

Time anomaly | (Jason Todd and Danny)

Psychopomp! | (Danny doing his new Job)

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WONDER W

Prompts and snippets with the one and only! Wonder Woman!

Spiderman meme | (featuring Dani and Diana)

Demigods (read the reblogs!) | (fake it till u make it)

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SUPERS

Prompts and snippets with the local superfam

Metropolis | (hiding)

Twitter beef | (ft. Superman)

Super representative | (confused Clark kent)

New kid dropped | (they're so confused)

Fake it till u make it | (Jon dug his grave)

Civilian life | (danny is just trying to live)

School way | (Jon and Danny meet!)

Clone Club covers | (kon jumps in as elle)

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SPEEDSTERS!!!

Prompts and snippets of adventures Danny has with various Speedsters.

Bart & Danny | timetraveler & immortal (read the reposts!)

Bart & Danny | playdates

Barry & Danny | Found family via Villain

Bart/Danny | Crushing

Bart & Danny | displaced

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Godly shenanigans | #Billy and Danny are brothers in crime and losers in costumes

Prompts and snippets of Billy and Danny trying to survive in the world of adults.

JL's own trouble kids

Double the trouble

Pranksters in disguises

Grounded

Challenge

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Anything with Connie

Prompts and snippets of various ways of Danny interacting with John Constantine.

Troubled and Dad shaped

Imprisoned but not dead?

Breaking in

Hell adventures

Zones

Rush hour

He when (head wanted, not alive)

Haunted menace

Nail polish

#masterlist #subscribe if ya wanna!#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #fic prompt

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johnwickb1tsch · 8 months ago

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The Girl Next Door

A Constantine x femVampire!Reader fic (ft John Wick/BRZRKR & don John)

You have a crush on the tall, dark, and grouchy mystery man who lives next door. Maybe it’s the cut of his suit, or the sad way he looks at you when he thinks you’re not watching by the mailboxes downstairs. You’re surprised when he actually accepts your invitation to dinner one night, but little do you know it paints a target on your back for the local vampire coven… warnings: nsfw, blood, kidnapping, violence, angst, pining, brief mentions of domestic abuse (not reader), vigilante vengeance for said abuse (reader) plz heed individual chapter warnings if you need them!

the girl next door

whoever drinks my blood has eternal life

for the life of the flesh is in the blood

for it is the blood that makes atonement

fight the good fight

creature of the night

hard to kill

confess your sins

and be saved

little bird

those who rise and those who fall

the serpent deceived me

ride the lightning

a universal conduit

a powerful psychic

epilogue

This fic is COMPLETE!!! 😁😁😁

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rroechan · 4 months ago

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The Storyteller - Issue #34

DC OC ft. Constantine // Fake comic panel

Learn more abt that other guy at this tag >> #witch blooded fiend

#rroeschildren #rroesfandommania #witch blooded fiend #dc comics #dcu #dc universe #dc oc #fan character #oc #original character #oc art #sorcerer #john constantine #comic panels

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yall-batman-fanfic · 2 months ago

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A Promise Across Time | Bruce Wayne/Batman x Magician!Reader ft Justice League Dark [Part 3/3]

Synopsis: With his memories back, Bruce and Vivian plan to escape their cell before she gets burned at the stake and hanged for his crimes. Constantine comes to the rescue with a reckless plan.

Note: Mentions and descriptions of sexual acts are in this chapter.

“Enjoy that last embrace,” the soldier banged on their cell door, sneering at them.

Bruce and Vivian got up from the slab they were at and faced the soldier who interrupted their reunion.

“By sunset you,” he pointed at Bruce who held Vivian in his arms protectively. “Will hang for your crimes, and you, witch,” he spat at her direction, Bruce was about to attack him but Vivian held him at his place. “Will burn at the stake.”

The soldier left soon after and Vivian sighed. “I love reading about history but I hate living it. But I do love the fashion.”

Bruce laughed and squeezed her hand. “We need to get out of here.”

“Really? What gave you the idea your hanging or my dinner date to a fucking barbeque?”

“Can't you teleport us out of here?”

“I need to know the location. Its coordinates, its surroundings. But what I know is modern Gotham not 18th century Gotham. The last thing we need is to find ourselves in the middle of a war room with people with more guns.”

Bruce looked around the cell to find something to use as a weapon or break. He went to the small window and shook its bars. He pulled back with all his strength but can't remove it. Seeing his frustration, Vivian reminded him of her magic and removed the bars herself. She was about to jump up to see the outside but Bruce wrapped his arms around her legs and carried her up. Vivian looked out the small window.

“What do you see?” He asked.

“An alleyway. And a lot of people are shitting and – John?”

“John Constantine?” Bruce asked.

Vivian pulled back from the window as John’s face appeared there.

“I see you have already cleared the Bats’ jogged memory,” said Constantine. “And without burning him, congratulations. You just graduated from being an amateur in magic. Again.”

Vivian got down from Bruce's hold and said, “Get your ass in here Constantine so we can use the Eye of Chronos and we can get out of here before my appointment at town square.”

“Oh, yeah, I saw them making the stake earlier. And the gallows too. They placed it right across each other. Who knew an execution can be romantic.”

“Constantine,” Bruce scolded him.

“Calm down.” John disappeared from the window and appeared inside the cell with them. “Cozy, some rat droppings are there and human bile… anyway we can't use the Eye now.”

“What do you mean?” Vivian was panicking.

“I might have sat on it when we landed here – don't worry, I already fixed the bloody thing. It just needs to get more power.”

“How long?” Bruce asked.

“A couple of hours. That's why –” He stopped them both before they could speak. “-- I made arrangements. There's a ship at the docks. We can make a run for it and be at sea, far from Gotham or any English ship and wait for the Eye to work again and carry three passengers back.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Vivian asked.

“An explosion to get all of the soldiers here and far from the docks. Which, I'm sure you can handle, Vee. A hint, the square is far enough, and can get everyone panicking here and not there.”

“I know where the square is,” Vivian summoned the seals again and cast the incantation. As planned, an explosion happened at the square. John checked the window and saw the flames and smoke that transformed to a large bat, scaring people around them. Screams were heard and the stampede to get to their homes.

“Now, we wait for your guards to come in and apprehend you,” John said. “Won't be long now.”

It did not take long for their door to be kicked down and a swarm of soldiers came in with bayonets pointed at them, some questioning where John came from, and other screaming for Vivian to stop the witchcraft she was doing at the square. Bruce and John had Vivian between them, away from the bayonets and the soldiers’ grasp.

“John, we need to go,” Vivian said to him.

“Not yet, this isn't all of them,” John whispered.

More and more soldiers started to be aggressive and Bruce had to disarm a man who came at them and took the weapon.

“John!”

“Alright, brace yourselves,” John opened a portal below them and all three of them fell from the floor and into the sea. Splashing into the salt water, Vivian struggled to get back up with the weight of her dress, rushing to her rescue, Bruce removed the heavy layers of her dress and carried her to the surface where they both gasped for air.

“You said there was a ship!” Bruce told Constantine.

“There was!” John looked around. “There it is. Bastards sailed off earlier than they're supposed to!”

“I'll do it!” Vivian summoned a portal and moved it past them, and one moment they were in the water, the next they were on the docks of the ship with men startled and pointing their weapons at them.

“Witch! Witch!” They cried out as they glared at Vivian.

“I'm getting tired of being called that,” she spat out salt water. She then moved her hand and the ropes of the ship started to move, capturing all of the men on the ship and tossed them out to sea. “Don't worry, if they can swim, they can reach the shore,” Vivian told Bruce as she got up from the ground. Another wave of a hand and they all were dry.

“Now, we need to get away from here before those men you mercifully threw off board tell the others with faster ships what happened and they chase us,” said John. He summoned his magical seals and had every element of the ship move. The removing the sails from their secured lines, the helm being stirred, and to support his work Vivian summoned the wind to push them away from the port and further to international waters.

They did not stop until they saw Gotham as just mountains and torches lighting it.

Tired, both John and Vivian laid on the deck, panting. Approaching them, Bruce sat beside Vivian and offered them both a plate of food – bread, fruit, and bacon. He cooked the bacon just right.

“Finally,” said John. “You made yourself useful.”

Batman glared at him but that glare faltered as Vivian placed a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, my love,” she said to him and took a bite off the bacon.

Unable to hold it any longer, Bruce had her face him so he could place a kiss on her lips. He just swallowed salt water earlier, it was enough to wash away whatever he vomited earlier. John let out a loud cough, breaking their kiss.

“If you want to go all lovey-dovey, do it inside,” John pointed to the door. “We still have time to kill for the Eye of Chronos to fix itself, and for you to recharge. So don't tire her out, Bats.”

Sighing, Vivian patted Bruce's cheek and got up, bringing him with her, but before they went inside, Vivian leaned down and placed a kiss on John's cheek and hugged him. “Thank you, John,” she said.

“No problem, love… now go be with your husband,” he squeezed her hand and lets her go.

~*~

The captain's quarters was spacious with it holding the books, records, maps, the table where he conducts his business, and his very own bed at the corner. Vivian set their plate on the table and went through the captains’ things, and when she found what she was looking for she said, “aha!” She held out the bottle of scotch from the drawer.

“Should you be drinking?” Bruce asked.

“I deserve one after a very long day,” she told him as she opened the bottle and gulped a couple of times. “That's more than enough.” She went to take a bite from the bacon and bread. Casting spells was starving work and she just realized that she hasn't eaten since they went to the Watchtower too! She definitely needed food now.

But how can she eat when Bruce started kissing her. He trailed his lips from the exposed part of her shoulder and up to her neck where he knew made her moan.

“I missed you,” he said against her skin. He purposely bit on that spot making her moan. “I missed touching you like this. I miss feeling you. Tasting you…” his hand was pulling up her skirts until he felt the skin of her thigh and he rubbed her there and was slowly hiking up to his goal.

“God, Vivian,” He breathed out as he brushed fingers at sex and slowly moved between her folds where she was already wet. “Don't be loud, Constantine is just outside… and these have thin walls.”

Vivian turned to him and said, “I don't care,” she kissed his lips. “I miss my husband and I want you now.” Holding his free hand, she led him to her breast where the ribbon was loose and he could reach inside. She moaned into his lips as he pushed his fingers in her.

“I don't know how I survived centuries without you,” Bruce kissed jaw line. “Without this.”

Vivian laughed. He was right on centuries but she doubts that was literally how long he's been celibate. Still, considering they can't have a week without making love or fucking one another, a month was long for them. Though she didn't want to, Vivian pulled his hand away from her sex she could face him. She brushed her fingers across his beard, seeing some of the strands were white, and how it was unkempt. She missed looking into those eyes.

“I'm sure you want to know what's happening at home,” she said with a smile. “Things are a mess in Gotham since they found out Batman was gone, but Dick is leading them to get everything back in order –”

“I don't want to talk about Gotham right now. I care for our family but right now, while we're trapped here in this ship, at this time, let me be with you, Viv. Let me be a husband first,” Bruce leaned on her forehead. “Let me touch my wife who I have missed so much and have hurt by leaving her.”

“It wasn't your fault.”

“But you had to go through all of it.”

“Casualties of the job.”

“Incompetence,” Bruce kissed her. “I'm not just Batman anymore, Viv. I'm a father. I'm your husband, and I have my vows to you that even death can't break.”

He skillfully pulled the strings that held her corset and removed it from her entirely, followed by the bralette, and the skirts and underwear, leaving her naked before him. He brushed his fingers on the red marks left by the corset, tracing them until they stopped before it could mark her breasts.

Under her gaze, he took off his clothes and threw each one of them to the floor. Both naked, Bruce and Vivian looked at each other's bodies, familiarizing themselves of anything that has changed during their time apart. Nothing has changed but for some new scars he got.

Unable to hold himself anymore, Bruce lifted her off the ground, sweeping her off her feet and making Vivian laugh. He laid her on the captain's bed and hovered over her body. He took his time memorizing her face again before leaning down to kiss her lips and her neck.

Her body felt like it was on fire in all the right places as his mouth moved from her collarbone, to her chest, and to her breast. She dug her fingers to his back, earning a grunt of pleasure from him, as he ran his tongue across her nipple.

“Bruce!” She moaned out his name as she felt him press himself on her sex. He would only brush against her over and over but never giving what has been building inside at the pit of her stomach. She arched her back a bit more to brush against him again, this earned a smile from him.

“Please,” she breathed, grasping to his lower back to emphasize the need. “Bruce, please.”

Bruce dragged his tongue up her belly and to her breast again, taking his time there, and then trailed kisses on her face. And as he nestled at the crook of her neck, she felt him smile as Bruce thrust into her in a long, powerful stroke — and bit down on her to hide his loud moan.

But she didn't.

He stayed there for a moment, overwhelmed with feeling her again until Vivian started moving her hips then he began to move with her. Setting a lazy, smooth pace as he looked up to her for a kiss. His pace increased as his kisses became fierce, his tongue tangled with hers. When it wasn't enough, he pulled away from her lips and held her thighs, pinning her down to the bed as he moved deeper, harder.

Their moans and grunts, and the creaking of the bed overpowered the sound of the ship rocking with the waves of the sea. Neither cared as they were too preoccupied reuniting with one another.

He came into her, spasm after spasm filled her inside, and the feeling of him also triggered her climax. But this wasn't enough. They've made love as husband and wife, this time Bruce wanted to fuck her. Pulling out, making them both moan and their mixed essence coming out, he whispered to Vivian his desire and with a nod she turned her back on him and got on all fours, her arms bracing against the wall.

Bruce held her hips and aligned his erection to her again and pushed deep, deeper than he could earlier. Vivian let out an incoherent moan as he hit that deep spot and held his hand on her hips. When he didn't move she pushed back, making her hum in pleasure as she felt him pressing to that area.

Seeing her need, Bruce pulled back and began this wilder pace. Going deeper than he did earlier to feel more of her, getting wilder in this frenzy of pleasure. He has shown to her earlier how much he missed her, now he'll show what she brings out of him. This animal who craves her euphoric touch and taste that would only come out in their bedroom.

“I can feel you get harder inside me,” she moaned. “You can go harder, I want all of you.’

Bruce leaned down and kissed her back as he moved her legs wider giving him more room to dive deeper into her, pushing to the hilt.

“Yes!” Vivian gasped.

At this point all rational thinking was gone. This was their purest form and it felt great to do something like this again. Reaching her ear, Bruce whispered, “Hold onto the wall,” before pulling her back against him and guiding her hands to the wooden surface in front of them, and found another way to hit another spot that made her moan louder and clench around him.

His hands roamed all over her body – flicking her clit, squeezing her breast, biting her shoulder.

He suddenly took himself out of her, and before she could protest, he had her lying down again, facing him – their initial position – and he gently pushed inside and out in a slow pace, letting Vivian feel every movement to trigger her climax again.

“I love you, Vivian,” he said as he made love to her again. “I love you.”

Panting, Vivian reached for his face and brushed his hair back as she said, “I love you, Bruce — ah! I think –”

Bruce smiled and kissed her. “Let go, my love. Just let go.”

She whispered his name as she came, and he came with a strangled moan and buried himself deep in her. Filling her up with his climax. He was about to make a move to pull out, but Vivian grasped him by his bottom and told him to stay. Kissing her again, he laid there with her, side by side, and their legs tangled as he held her tight until they fell asleep.

~*~

Exiting the captain's quarters, with Bruce wearing the same clothes he had while Vivian wearing the captain's clothes she found in the closet, the two were greeted by a grumpy John Constantine who had breakfast on the deck floor and was drinking a bottle of scotch. When Vivian went to get a piece of bacon, Constantin slapped her hands away.

“John,” she said.

“Wash you fucking hands before you even touch one of these,” John told her. “Aye, I heard all of it. You both didn't seem to care didn't you? I got the whole audio show out here. Not even the fucking waves helped or that demon I called to play a song could drown out your sound. Bunch animals you two are.”

“Sorry,” she winced. “I cleaned up. Hands are clean too, may I?”

John gestured to the food but his frown was still there. When Bruce sat down, he eyed the man up and down and said, “I told you not to tire her out last night.”

“I didn't,” said Bruce as he handed Vivian a piece of bread and bacon. “What now?”

“We go home. I don't know about you two, but I miss the modern age where walls are thick to keep certain things in the bedroom,” he got out the Eye of Chronos. “If you please, Vivian?”

“I'm still eating,” Vivian told him.

“You can eat when we get home. Have Alfred make you a proper feast for the three of us.”

Sighing, Vivian dusted her hands and got up. Following her lead were the two men who prepared themselves for the journey. “Into the light, I command thee.” She summoned her Phoenix form, then called for the seals of time to her arm. They placed the alignments in their proper order and this time, Vivian used her locket as an anchor to get them back.

~*~

Vivian groaned at the harsh landing. At first it was on soft ground, this time it was cold metal. Getting up, she found herself on the floor of the Watchtower meeting room where the Justice League were gathered to discuss a concern – maybe – but all looked at them as they recovered from their harsh landing.

“Are you alright?” Bruce came to her side immediately to help her up.

“Peachy,” Vivian muttered.

“We'll work on the landing next time,” John told her as he remained lying on the floor. “So, that's it then. I'll be off – back to my normal life,” he got up, and corrected his clothes. “If you need me, call her first,” he pointed at Vivian. “See you around, Vee!”

“Constantine, wait!” Superman called for him but the Englishman was gone. Turning to Batman and Vivian, Superman greeted his old friends with an embrace and said, “I'm glad you're both back.”

“How's Gotham?” Bruce asked immediately.

“Well, Nightwing's got everything under control. You – Vivian and John were only gone for a couple of hours. The sun is just about to come up in Gotham.”

“Good,” Vivian groaned as she stretched her back. “Means I can still help in making breakfast for the kids. Before we go, here.” She conjured the parasite that Bruce threw up in the cell. “That's for you. If you'll excuse us, we'll be heading home now.”

“Batman, we need to discuss what happened to you,” said Wonder Woman.

“And protocol requires you to be in quarantine –”

“Trust me, I don't need quarantine,” said Bruce as he held Vivian's hand. “What I need is a bath – a long and hot bath, and time with my family.”

Clark smiled. “We'll call you if there's anything urgent. Cyborg, help Batman and the Phoenix to the Boomtube to get home.”

“No need, I got it,” Vivian opened a portal and both of them went in. Leaving the Justice League with dead parasites in animated suspension.

“Are you sure we're not gonna try and send another invitation for her to join the League?” Hal asked.

“Don't bother,” Clark sighed.

~*~

“They should be back by now,” Jason muttered as they got up to the manor from the cave.

“Jason, it's not that easy, you know,” said Tim as he pulled off his mask and cape. “Man, I hope breakfast is ready now.”

“It's time, Tim. They can get back earlier if they want.”

Dick sighed. “Both of you, stop it. We had a long night. Let's just wait for Vivian. Superman will tell us if something's wrong.”

“But how do they know that something is wrong, Grayson?” Damain questioned him.

“Because Vivian left a timer for us. If they're not back within twenty-four hours then there is something horribly wrong.”

Arriving at the kitchen, the Robins were greeted by Alfred setting the table with breakfast being mountains of pancakes, bacon and sausages, eggs, coffee, hot chocolate, whip cream, berries. Their mouths started watering at the sight of the feast before them.

“Any reason for the big breakfast, Alfred?” Duke asked.

“It's a celebration,” Vivian came out of the kitchen holding her favorite mug and following her was Bruce, clean shaved and wearing his usual shirt. “And I miss pancakes.”

In an instant, the Robins errupted in gasps and shouts as they called for them, “Bruce!”, “Vivian!”, “Ma!”, “You're back!”

Damian was the first to embrace his father and then turned to Vivian and said, “You both got back.”

“I promised I would, didn't I?” She told him. She then stretched out her arm to Jason who waited for her to notice him and brought him to an embrace, and then Tim who was more than happy to see her again.

Bruce was mostly caught in Cassandra's tight hug but he managed to thank Dick for keeping everything together, and Duke who was standing there just happy to see them back.

“Let's eat,” Bruce told them.

Everyone went to their proper seats with Bruce at the head of the table and Vivian to his left, Alfred right across from him, and the rest finding their places. All seats were now occupied but for one.

“Are we expecting someone?” Tim asked.

Right on cue, John Constantine appeared, dressed in his usual get up and took the place across Vivian. “I only came because she said there's real food,” he told them. “And I was tired with whatever it was they cooked at that time.”

“Guest first,” Vivian told him.

John had three pancakes, two sausages and bacon floating to his plate and had butter and syrup. “Do whatever you want, I'll be having my meal in peace.” He told them, and everyone took their piece.

As they ate together as a family, a lot of questions were asked about their little adventure through time and what Bruce looked like as a pirate. All questions were answered but other details to the question of, “why did it take you so damn long to come back?” were avoided. By the end of their breakfast, the Robins went to their respective rooms and homes to get a good sleep before starting their day.

Alone in the living room, Vivian sat with Ace on her lap, while John enjoyed the leather seat with his whiskey. Bruce was on the phone with Lucius Fox about settling things with the lawyers and to immediately announce his return with the fake story about his plane being found by Superman and he was immediately brought to the hospital and was given privacy.

As Bruce discussed with Alfred the things they needed to fix tomorrow – because today he wanted to stay with his family — Vivian called to John and said, “The Eye of Chronos was never broken, wasn't it?”

“My fat arse did flatten it,” He replied.

“But it never really needed a recharge. Right?”

John sighed and smiled. “You deserved it. The both of you. Before coming back to this.”

Vivian smiled and said, “Thank you, John. For everything.”

“Even for trying to kill you?” He joked.

“Yes… while it was still horrible what happened that night, if it didn't happen, I don't think I would have found this life. I wouldn't have found Bruce… so thank you.”

John smiled and raised his glass to her. “You're welcome, Vee.”

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