"I will kill you if you set me free," the eyes said. "Set me free."
Peter S Beagle, “The Last Unicorn”
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Prompt 126
You know what would be hilarious?
Constantine comes into one of those meetings as he sometimes does every blue moon. Though the proper word would be storms into a meeting and practically slams a whole stack of papers down.
“Can someone bloody explain to me why the American-fucking-government is trying to go to war with the fucking Infinite Realms?!”
The Justice League is of course alarmed and confused- and also John weren’t you in Hell?! Yeah, he was, where the fuck do you think he found out about this?
Now if you’ll excuse him he’s going back to the House of Mysteries with his now haunted trench coat. John, John Constantine what the fuck do you mean by that? No don’t just leave, don’t leave this mess just for them- JOHN!
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john price + simon (ghost) riley x fem reader
!! smut - minors dni; threesome; creampie; objectification (a lil); dom john, switch ghost, sub reader / so i spiralled...
john groans as he spreads your folds apart, feeling your tender skin twitch at the press of his muscles, before he hears a whine tickling the base of your throat only for the sound to be muffled by the fluff of the pillows.
"c'mere, lieutenant," john says, his voice barely above a whisper, but simon's trained ears pick up the order and john hears – given that he's unwilling to look away from your winking hole – the way simon slides up from the bed before dropping down just behind john.
"fuck," simon rasps when he sees you, his voice sounding strained himself.
john can't fault him, not when he is still dumbstruck at seeing the way your gaping pussy is leaking, their shared cum dribbling out of your cunt in messy trickles, the viscous liquid almost webbing when it gets snagged by the little hairs on your skin.
yeah. fuck indeed.
"cap'n," simon whines from behind him and john turns, abandoning the lewd image that you make if only to see what john knows were the beginnings of simon's pleas.
"yes, lieutenant?"
john has to bite down a smirk at seeing the smallest of trembles that racks simon's body.
"once more," simon mumbles, all breathy and shy. "can i fuck her once more?"
john lets out a long hum, pretending to think about his response. they hear you mewl on the bed, your hips swaying at simon's words, but the two of them feign pretenses as they continue to gaze at each other.
finally, john rumbles, "go on, lieutenant." he pulls his hands away from your body, patting your ass in faux comfort, before making room so simon could slide towards you.
simon obeys the quiet command from his captain, his big bulk claiming the spot that had belonged to john. john nods in approval before turning to pat the top of simon's masked head.
"you've been such a good boy for us, simon. go on. use her."
john finally allows himself a wide smirk at hearing you and simon moan at the same time, the gravity of his words – of his use of simon's name – echoing in the room, filling up the buzzing space.
he squeezes simon's shoulder before falling onto the lone chair in the room. he'll join you and simon in the next round but for now, john will enjoy the show.
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