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awakefor48hours · 3 months
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Thinking about her (a show that was cancelled unjustly) again
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mysharona1987 · 2 years
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RIP DC Legends of Tomorrow
You were the only tv show I know of that had a teenage Barack Obama attacked by a giant psychic time-travelling talking gorilla.
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bloodraven55 · 3 months
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introducing my gf to legends of tomorrow and i’d forgotten that sara bedded the queen of france and every(?) woman in salem within a single episode….. what a chad 😔🙏
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screammesilence · 6 months
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Inktober 2023: Day 8 - (The Occult) Constantine
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drsweetheartsgf · 2 months
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when someone asks what book im reading but im actually secretly reading the same fanfic trope about the same sapphic couple for the 17th time but i downloaded the fic on my e-reader so i dont look like a loser
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ghost-of-diogenes · 6 months
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i heard it was bi visibility, here are some bi favourites
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leonard-cold · 2 months
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Leonard Snart in DC's Legends of Tomorrow 1.01 "Pilot Pt. 1"
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nunnimushka · 10 months
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Them-
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Someone guessed what is encrypted in the tablets?👀
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zarliethinker · 1 month
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Hugging Behrad>>>
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berrrbitch · 6 months
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Missing legends post…🫠
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awakefor48hours · 11 months
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My favorite new genre of shows: cancelled
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mlm-writer · 7 months
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Stories by the Void (John Constantine x M!Reader)
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Pairing: John Constantine (LoT ver.) x Male!Monster Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 1868 POV: Second Summary: Your dumbass warlock boyfriend did not come home in time, so you decided to drag his ass home and then fuck that ass too. Note: When I say monster reader, I mean reader is a person-ish sized lovecraftian-esque eldritch abomination. Thank you. Tags: hint of bondage, explicit murder, magic, tendrils and tentacles, anal sex, monstercock (literally lmao), reading smut, ok scratch the hint of bondage i forgot the tentacle bondage, so more than a hint of bondage, intimate rough sex, choking, knotting, bit of cuminflation and dirty talk
With each step the ground blackened under your feet. Darkness encased your being, even the light afraid of touching you in your current state. Within that infinite void that made it seem like there was a hole in the universe, a dozen eyes pierced the darkness with their crimson glow. If your malicious aura did not alert the guards, your piercing stare certainly did. They froze in fear, their tiny human minds incapable of comprehending the monstrosity before them. It was better this way. There was no need for you to stain yourself with their blood right before paying your stupid boyfriend a visit.
And so you waltzed right into the ruins of an old church. As you pushed open the doors, you were greeted with a familiar scent mixed with the tang of iron-rich blood. Constantine was on his knees on the floor with his hands tied by a thick rope in front of him, which you would have found very sexy were it not for the blood dripping down his nose and temple. Two nonhumans turned towards you when they heard you enter. You did not bother discerning who or what they were. The fuck did you care anyway?
"Oi, good to see you, love," your boyfriend called from where he was on the scarlet-stained stone floor. He was beaten badly and yet still had that dumbass smirk on his face. One of the others in the room leaped at you. You caught them midair in a large claw.
"You haven't been home," you complained as you squeezed the literal life out of the individual you caught. Black blood dripped onto the floor as bones cracked under your force. When the person was nothing but a drained sack of meat, you tossed them to the ground. The other individual just ran off. For the better, you had no desire to kill them anyway. Their lives meant as little to you as their deaths.
You strode over to your boyfriend, grabbing him by the rope that bound his hands. “What? Thought I would be out here cheating on you?” John was teasing, but he should not be testing you. You looked like the embodiment of the devil himself, but John was on a first name basis with Lucifer himself. That and he loved you too much to be even slightly intimidated by your malicious aura.
You lifted him to his feet and pulled him close to you. “You smell awful,” you grumbled, before dragging him by his bound hands out of the building. When you departed the building, you saw the guards had decided that you were above their paygrade. They were nowhere to be seen. Once outside, you engulfed John in the darkness of your body and teleported him home.
You materialised directly in the bathroom, where you deposited him into a bath you had prepared before you went out to get him. It was no longer boiling, your tracking taking up enough time for it to turn lukewarm. “That’s focking cold, mate!” John complained, not even wondering where his clothes went. He was used to your random powers by now. You sighed and stuck an appendage in the water. As you chanted a spell, the water slowly heated up. “Ok that’s better,” John said to make you stop. You removed yourself from the water and grabbed the shampoo. “Are you just gonna keep my hands like this?” John questioned while holding up his bound hands.
You chuckled and gave a nod, before sinking your digits into his hair, massaging his scalp carefully with your soapy claws. “I like seeing you tied up,” you growled close to his ear. The shiver running down John’s spine did not go unnoticed. After you were done with his hair, you washed the rest of his body, pampering and teasing your boyfriend until his cock was twitching under the water.
John gave you the bedroom eyes all throughout you drying him off with the cleanest towel you had. “You’ve been away for too long,” you whispered as you brought John to the sofa. John was a pliant, needy mess and let you put him across your lap with ease. Your tendrils played with his hole, your slick helping with getting him ready for you. John knew what was going to happen. You had agreed long ago that you couldn’t handle it when he didn’t carry your scent on him. You needed others of your kind to know that you had made your claim. John just needed your fat length inside of him.
Your partner mewled as your small tendrils made their way inside him. They pushed at his walls, stretching him gently more and more. One of them had a different mission though, prodding and rubbing at that one spot where he was the most sensitive. You could feel John leaking all over you, but as much as you wanted him to smell like you, you wanted to smell like him too.
John - the sly fox he is - didn’t tell you how close he was, clearly trying to get out of the sexual torture you had planned for him. Unfortunately for him, you did not need him to tell you with words, his moans telling you all you needed to know. You replaced your thin tendrils with the tentacles that spawned from your back, stretching him out even more, while balancing John on the fine edge of orgasm. He moaned through gritted teeth, trying so hard to not make a sound. You decided to not tease him for once; let him have his pride.
With your tentacles, you manhandled John into your lap. Your thick cock slipped inside his stretched ass with ease. John gasped, a soft moan escaping him as you filled him. “Relax, my sycophant,” you whispered as he buried his face into your neck. Your tentacles wrapped around John’s thighs, keeping him in place with your giant member buried halfway inside him. He was warm. His hole fluttered around you, adjusting to the intrusion gradually.
One of your many appendages reached out to grab a book. A deep rumble coated your voice as you read the short stories to John.
“When his clothes were shed down to his underwear, I kissed down his body, my huge tongue lapping at his skin. His skin had a tangy aftertaste, making me moan at the flavour with each lick. Each wet trail I left on his skin was met with a low hum. I pulled off his underwear and took his dick in my mouth. He whimpered, hands grabbing the sheets. He was so small compared to me. I could take his cock and balls in my mouth without breaking a sweat, the back of my mouth none the wiser of my activities. He almost cried from the pleasure I brought him.”
John wanted to ride you to the sunset, but your tentacles wrapped around him did not even allow for a little grinding. You were only two pages in when you needed to restrain John’s hands as well. Little John was leaking all over your abdomen.
“He hissed as I breached him again. I stared at him as he took me deeper than I thought he would. He managed to impale himself halfway my length, before he raised up just a little. I was enthralled by the way his body moved while he deep-fucked himself on my cock, taking half of it inside and moaning like a song that I never wanted to end. I placed my hands on his hips, helping him at first, but soon enough I lifted and lowered him like a toy on my cock.”
You were a few short stories in when John was panting against your shoulder, his body vibrating with desire. He wouldn’t beg, too proud for it, but the suppressed whines were enough for you. You put the book away and lifted his head up with a sharp claw, the nails pressing against the skin without piercing it. “Promise me you take me with you next time,” you whispered into his face, your hot breath warming his already red skin.
“With pleasure, love, but you don’t exactly blend in anywhere.” You slapped his bottom, letting him know you were not pleased with the answer. He keened against you, trembling in your lap. “What? You’re going to keep me here until I say yes?” You shrugged, an evil smirk on your face. You could force nations to their knees and yet this one warlock was your greatest challenge.
“I can disguise myself, you know. I just choose not to, most of the time.” You loosened your tentacles for a second and thrust up into John. He moaned softly, eyes wide and mouth open. Then you restrained him again. “If you want more, say yes, my darling.” You caressed his face dotingly.
“Bollocks, fine! As long as you blend in and fuck me right now.” Your tentacles moved, changing their positions around John’s body. They no longer held him down, but had the perfect leverage to lift him up and down to your will.
“Your wish is my command, warlock,” you growled in his ear, before moving him as you pleased. John’s arms were held behind his back as you moved him over your shaft like he was just a fleshlight. The human’s dick bounced up and down, slapping against his tentacle-covered stomach. John’s mouth was so beautifully open as he wailed on your massive length, you could not resist filling that mouth too.
John sucked eagerly on the tentacle you offered him. The lewdness of being spitroasted by just you got to his head. His seed spilled over you without warning. You pulled him down and against your frame. With small thrusts, you milked him empty. Without the tentacles, the outline of your dick was clearly visible through the skin of John’s abdomen. His eyes met some of yours, the hazy look on him showing nothing but pleasure. “My turn,” you grinned as you wrapped a claw around his neck and started thrusting up inside him. He would’ve screamed if he had the air for it. His whole body was shaking as you overstimulated his gaping, raw-fucked ass. A knot swelled at the base of your cock.
With your low, gravelly voice, you told John all the dirty things you wanted to do to him now he was back. John cried out as the mental image forced a second orgasm out of him. Feeling him cum again, you grabbed his shoulder and pulled him all the way down, forcing him to take your knot into his ass. John was a mess, tears and drool staining his beautiful face. Complete nonsense poured out of his mouth as you filled him up so much, the outline of your member seemed to disappear as his belly inflated with your load.
John’s limp dick twitched, but there was no way John had any energy left in him. Before you knew it, he was passed out against your torso, softly snoring against your shoulder. You’d give him another bath later, but for now, you let him rest. There were many more things to do to him later.
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schrodingerspsycho · 2 months
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Something I feel like we don’t talk about enough is how Ava Sharpe is “the perfect woman” and Sara Lance is “the quintessential human” and they’re both queer
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bloodraven55 · 3 months
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this episode on the most unhinged shit to happen in legends of tomorrow: isaac newton knocks sara out with a frying pan after she's mind-controlled by gorilla grodd who's then blown off the side of the legends' time-travel ship by an air strike all in the span of thirty seconds
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petty-d4bblr · 2 months
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John Constantine on the run in buses
Legends of Tomorrow, 5x12 "I am Legends"
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Hellblazer: Dead In America (2023, Spurrier & Campbell), issue 1
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