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applesontheground · 2 years

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your own prometheus 💉

CHAPTER TWO i’m walking a line | AO3

SFW | Word Count: 3,885 | Herbert West x GN Reader x Daniel Cain

contains canon typical/slight gore

⬅ continued from letting me in or letting me go

➡ continued in go on, moron

Standing at counters were as much as a staple in your day as riding elevators or giving papers to someone who wanted nothing to do with them. Your fingers were flicking through the records left out in their usual spot, avoiding papercuts with your eyes darting from the stack in your hand to the Post-It you had brought with you. All around, the quiet of the Miskatonic waiting room felt sanitized, and it was as though it avoided you rather than let you reside within, the doctors rushing past your shoulders and conversations always just under breath and out of earshot. If you didn’t make an active effort to stay quiet, you would’ve began muttering each name to yourself just to keep from dozing on your legs like a horse.

L. Nightingale, proof of insurance…K. Galloway, death certificate to be sent down the street-

“Are you [L/N]?”

The fried voice made your eyes shoot up, pausing in your fiddling to smile. You replied, “Sure, but [Y/N] is just as good.” A couple of dry countenances from the two ladies in scrubs that leaned in from behind the counter. They seemed to be in sync with their expressions, exchanging a glance and making your mind turn to static.

“You room with Cain, right?” One of them prodded, speaking over the gum she was idly chewing. “Daniel Cain?” The other one clarified. You blew air through your nostrils, nodding curtly. “I do.” You answered, “Just me, him, and-“

“Dr. West.” The second nurse interrupted. You only pursed your lips and nodded a tad bit stronger this time. They let that statement sit, and you awkwardly looked back down to keep taking tally of the records.

“…So, what?” The first nurse shrugged, “Is it a Singin’ in the Rain type’a situation?” You froze again, this time looking at them with a knotted brow. “Hm?” You hummed from behind closed lips. The other nurse snickered, “You know, are you…?” As the gears began to turn, your jaw popped half open, and you stammered, “N-no, I…Oh, wow. No, it’s not like that at all.” The very hint of it made your stomach knot slightly, more out of a morbid realization that people knew you lived with Dan and Herbert, and they thought that it was something with more subtext than even you had considered.

The nurses raised their shaped brows, unconvinced and unimpressed. “What about the two of them?” One asked, her friend blowing a bubble. You opened your mouth to deny again, but then faltered with your eyes casting to the wall. “…That’s none of my business, and not really yours either.” Although you hadn’t seen much of anything between the two of them, there were points where the bickering seemed to come from a very domestic, almost intimate place. Dan had mentioned they had roomed since he was a student, but that could mean anything if you really wanted to fall down the rabbit hole. You reminded yourself that Herbert didn’t even let you talk to Dan for long without some interruption or dirty glance, let alone an outside person or potential date. Anyone that wasn’t him was immediately scrutinized, and who knew where it came from -- but now caught in this question, you wondered if jealousy hid behind it all.

“Well, it’d make sense. They were witnesses to that awful massacre that happened a few years ago.” The second nurse hummed, looking at her friend with a shrug. You tilted your head at that, tapping the papers against the counter. “Massacre?” You echoed, and once again they both rolled their eyes back to you.

“Oh.” The gum chewer gawked, “Oh, you don’t know?”

There had been idle mentions of some kind of accident at Miskatonic – specifically in the morgue – a few years before you. You hadn’t even had clearance to come to hospitals on your runs, still in a position where you were serving restraining orders and running from citizens that claimed they didn’t have to take what you were giving them. In fact, you hadn’t even seen anything floating around about the massacre besides one piece of information: nearly fifteen people were involved, but there were only two survivors. A clerk had told you that any mention of their names was blotted out, redacted even to the authoritative viewer for reasons Miskatonic wanted done but didn’t explain why.

You gave the nurses a quaint shrug and a brief goodbye before turning around but felt that they were watching you leave. Oh, [he/she doesn’t / they don’t] know. It wasn’t your fault you sometimes didn’t keep up with the awful happenings in town, or rather that this one had rolled under your radar. Still, were you supposed to know? You nearly dove for the door as you exited, now lost in that train of thought as you faced the hot afternoon glow of the hospital’s courtyard. What was stopping you from knowing?

Pushing through the front door, that familiar silence nearly socked you in the gut. It was even more still than the normal aura, a few books left on the coffee table with vivid diagrams and handwritten in notes that could breathe better. They were standing in a more thorough shadow than what you had seen in that notebook on the counter the day before. You could tell one of them had blown through here, smirking as you idled over and began pulling everything into one stack, and figured the lights also being off was a sure sign Dan was at work already.

It was almost like you had the place to yourself, and if it was anything like the many nights before, you might as well have. As you cleared the coffee table, a familiar shade of white torn from a notebook caught your eye. You looked at it closer, recognizing a fold that you sometimes gave to your own pages, and your smirk fell. Dropping your jacket along the couch arm and reaching for the light, you heard a branch snap somewhere across the street from the house. Eyes flickering out the window, a warm yellow glow spread over the room, your head swiveling back down to confirm a suspicion that sat like a forming storm in your mind.

It was ripped straight from your notebook, unfamiliar blue scribbles on it. You didn’t recognize what the fuck it said, but you sure recognized the penmanship.

“Herbert!” You hollered, “What are you doing with t-“ You took another step out of the living room, closer down that corridor, and realized as your heart starting to pound in your ears that the basement door was wide open. Straight out of some sort of dream you could be having, you tried to catch your rushing breath as you walked, and even let the silly idea make you turn to look in a mirror hanging on the wall. This wasn’t in your head, you finally accepted as you saw a pristine reflection in it, making you creep all the more closer. The anticipation of what you could see, who could stop you…it made you hesitate a few steps away from turning inside. A quiet floorboard on the other end of the house stirred, and without thinking you finally bolted into the faint light coming from up the stairs leading down. A few miscellaneous papers were strewn about a weird pattern of assembled tables in the room, encircling one metal slab with multiple scratches and dents in it. You could piece the hollow clangs that you often heard under your feet to it.

Descending with the same care you gave to coming in and still clutching the damned page in one hand, your eyes flickered to more cabinets and clutter wrapped around the side of the staircase. It was a strangely meticulous mess, one that the right person could find anything he may need in but could prove confusing to anyone outside of that.

That was when you saw the arm. Just an arm on one of the tabletops, you realized while your stomach fell through to the deepest pit of your body. An immediate, terrified dry spell in your throat prevented you from making a noise, seeing that it had no sign of decay on it. It was freshly severed, judging by the blood still at the end of it and glowing in the dim light. You could almost swear you even saw one of its digits move, and that just made the scream threaten to pull itself from your seizing chest as chills barreled up and down your spine.

The front door being catapulted open on the main floor made you flinch out of a horrified trance, gut shooting right back up where it belonged and knotting while your head snapped to look up, hearing it shut just as promptly. A light overhead swung from the force, making yourself hold the stair railing and trying to see the rest of the room as it flashed and moved under the swaying source. The steps were hovering right over your head as they came in and stopped once more, making you suck in another breath.

You rushed down the remaining couple of steps, trying not to look at the arm on the table as you dove underneath. The footsteps moved again towards the basement door, and letting a nervous squeak leave your chest you inched against the wall and moved to sit on your knees. You even clasped a hand over your mouth to snuff the panicked breathing that was setting in as the door swung open from its half-closed position. While you didn’t have any idea how you were going to get out of this, you at least were buying yourself time as the desolate taps against the concrete came down, still waiting for a noise with the same bated breath.

“…Dan?” Herbert called. You watched as the long shadow stretched in front of you, making you slowly push yourself into the corner as the toes of his shoes were now visible. He stood still again, and you could tell he was listening, knowing he’d find something should he leave the silence long enough. You turned, making sure your own shadow wasn’t protruding outwards, or a stray piece of clothing wasn’t hanging out from under the guise of the table.

As he walked forward, you fought down another gasp for breath and tried desperately to clear an idea on leaving while his back could be turned. It was an easy feat for you, considering you often got away without an acknowledgement day in and day out. Eyes shooting towards the stairs, you then considered what the hell you’d do when you got out. Who would fucking believe that your roommates had body parts down here? Even you felt the urge to look one more time, but as you turned your head you saw the slack-clad legs standing right behind you, shooting down to one knee as you let out a sharp gasp.

“You might be unsightly anywhere else, but not here.” A jolting reaction caused your body to shoot in the other direction when he spoke, glaring harshly at you. You caught your breath, eyes blown wide as you gawked for another pause, and he shook his head while adding, “Not with me, anyways.” He rose to stand, swatting his hand to usher you out into the open. “Get up. How did you even find your way down here?”

“You left the door open.” You clambered out, minding your head as you jumped to stand, not deterred from that sour countenance as you let yourself stand nose to nose with the man and asked, “Are you really the one who should be asking questions right now?” He sneered at that, giving you a glance up and down as the two of you stumbled back in a mirrored move of defiance. You looked to your side, the familiar book cover immediately catching your eye and re-igniting the fire.

“Oh, you want to know what I’m doing?” You snatched your sketchbook, waving it at him as you retorted, “What the hell are you doing with this?” You pointed at the body part on the table, his eyes suddenly releasing in a growing guilt that made his tight-lipped frown fall and his sure gaze unable to come back to yours as he looked in the direction of the arm. “What are you doing with that!?” You seethed, trying not to catch another glance of it and in turn think of the possibilities of how it ended up in a house you had been far too comfortable living in.

He shrugged at you, like it was self-explanatory. “Your diagrams are telling the story far more clearer than mine were, so I figured since you left it out that I could-“ You ran your finger along the torn edge of the page, and gasped, “Is this how you treat your notebooks? You tore a bound page out of it! That’s barbaric!”

Herbert scoffed at that, eyes widening, “You really want to call me that, [L/N]?” The book in your hand fell to your side, face trying to muster an expression besides offense as you retorted, “...Do you even know my goddamn name,” Your tight brow released at that, “Herbert West?”

The silence that followed was half shocked, and half guilty. He winced a bit, but then changed the subject with a sharp turn of his head. “Are you going to talk? Tell anyone?”

Your jaw loosened; teeth slightly bared at him as you let the question cloud over your thoughts. What the fuck does he mean by that? “Why would I talk?” You asked, then elaborated, “You’re forgetting that I live here, too. I go and tell people you have…you have-” You wordlessly, furiously gestured at the arm again, “And all three of us get what’s coming. I’m not stupid, Herbert!”

“I had the feeling.” He admitted, and with an aggressive cock of the head you scoffed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You watched him point back up the stairs, “Can you leave me to my business?” Despite glaring at the dismissal, you set the torn page down on the table, right by the limp hand. He stared at it with another frown, letting you exit while the eye contact was finally broken. You felt the uneasy ache set in, the questions of why, what, how swimming around and making you forget what to be upset about first. Still, you had your book back, at least – and this man wasn’t getting any more of it.

“Are you going to-“

You interrupted, lingering on your trudge up the stairs, “I told you, Herbert, I’m not going to tal-“

“Are you going to tell Dan?” The actual question stampeded over you, taking the floor back with a desperate force. Your eyes met his again, trying to glare but finding it hard at the recognition you found in that awful stare. It was like looking in a mirror, his hand carefully settling on the table to lean as he peered up with the first sign of some knowledge that there would be trouble with someone else seeing what he did. Almost as though Dan’s scrutiny would be far worse than any attention from the rest of the circus outside the basement door.

He looked more afraid of this answer than the one before, and realizing you had felt it too was locking all that resentment back in the cage it belonged in. A feeling that choked in the times where you stood by Dan, and the other man was casting his stare full of all that warning for something he wasn’t prepared to do or acknowledge. Swallowing your rage, you cleared your throat and then turned your back to him a second time, nearly running from what you had seen while you could.

“Not if you aren’t going to.”

The sight of it was etched into your head, so you did what anyone who had the skill for drawing would. It was hard to form at first, starting by just sketching while splayed out on the couch with a tilted head and droopy eyelids. Soon, it came into fruition with a solid line used to trace the skin, the colors so fresh in your head that it made you twinge in distress while you worked. Vague details you wanted to leave behind you soon formed in the way the nails were shaded, trying to die when the rest of the arm just wasn’t there yet, discolored from however it all went down.

To your shock, the few glances you had gotten were enough to form it all again. To picture it until the sun was well down, night circling the house while you huddled by the small lamp in the living room. Dead silence followed from under your feet, which was odd but you welcomed it nonetheless. Especially around now, there was a usual thud or a muttering voice, but tonight it all fell to the strange quiet that seemed to tie the two of you to your own projects. It wasn’t like you wanted to see the guy, anyways. Not after what he had implored you to observe, anyways.

The more you thought about the more you wondered if you should act, maybe think on moving out without explaining it to anyone – for anyone’s sake. The familiar hollow shuck of the door being unlocked snapped you from the idea before it fell to far from grace. Your eyes trailed up to see Dan slide in, looking at you and immediately following it with a disappointed huff.

“[Y/N], what did I tell you about waiting up?”

Your smile was hard to force considering you were about to enter a conversation where you simply couldn’t address what happened earlier that evening. The second place your eyes fell to was the clock on the side table by the sofa, seeing that it was well past two. Like a rug had been pulled out from under you, he watched your eyes boggle slightly, chuckling to himself. He teased, “You’re going to be a car wreck tomorrow, you know that?”

You rolled your eyes, flipping the cover of your book closed as you huffed, “What are you, my dad?”

It was then, watching him set his things down and pointing towards the kitchen with a nod of his head and a thin smile crawl over his face, that you felt that same pang in the center of your chest. You couldn’t leave him. Herbert, a man that would love to wash his hands of you and you of him, it happens – but Dan? No. Part of you had to accept that once again it wasn’t as mutual -- especially considering you had seen someone around with him as soon as last week for a date -- but as you set your book down and dropped the thoughts for the sake of some 2AM coffee with your roommate, you found yourself quick to let yourself float in that thought.

“You seem a little quiet tonight.” Dan mentioned, and you huffed, “Well, I didn’t mean to stay up this late. I’m tired, of course, but I had my reasons.” Pulling a stool up to the counter, you shrugged innocently at him. He nodded in reply, the scoff that accented it making you laugh and insist, “I mean it, I got lost in a project.”

“Which one?”

You shrugged at him again, rubbing your sleeve to soothe the way your hair stood on end at the very thought of what you had drawn. You teased, “Can’t say. Work in progress. You know how that is...right?” Tapping a socked foot against the floor, his gaze flickered down for half a second and he huffed, melting into another grin. “Sure. Both of you are secretive with your plans, huh?” He shook his head, speaking fondly despite the complaint, “I help him day in and day out, and he doesn’t even tell me what he’s doing until he’s halfway done most the time.”

Seeing the way your smile faltered a little, Dan moved the counter stool closer to you, making you have to hide the way you jumped at how close he was now. “I saw that there was a blood stain on the wall walking in. Guessing it wasn’t you who did that...” He admitted. Taking a beat, you nodded quietly, an unassuming look to anyone who couldn’t see what was going through your head. Blood was half of it, but sure. Whatever floats the boat. He winced, and then spoke quieter like someone could listen in, making your eyes dart to the darkness beyond the few dim lights of the kitchen in an idle survey. You didn’t know if it made it worse that you knew what lurked (or at least knew it better) from what you had suspected previously.

“[Y/N], I promise you we aren’t doing anything...screwed up. It’s morbid, maybe, but we don’t care for anything like...” You watched him fumble, twist the truth with a soft blink and a twinging expression. Finally, there was that hand on your shoulder again, making your eyes turn up to his and meet full eye contact with a flurry of new feelings. Something that was crushing the doubt, the fear, and replacing it with a juvenile trust that you were struggling to hold close when in his presence.

He insisted, “I mainly tell you to stay away because I know how he gets when he’s in the zone and all. You could easily get hurt around him, he works with stuff donated to the hospital for science and it goes to his head a little. Gets the clearance, all that fun stuff. Promise it isn’t anything that should scare you, though. I...We wouldn’t do anything to you.” Dan spoke with a forced sincerity that made you smile to keep your face from flattening in disbelief; rather, the way you straightened out knowing what you had seen, feeling it seep over you like betrayal was coursing through your veins. Still, you didn’t have the heart to show him any of it. It was too late to open this can of worms at 2AM.

Instead, you took the mug off the counter that had been growing cold, trying not to get lost in the deep pull of his pleading stare. “You know, I always thought it was funny you live out in a graveyard.” You hummed quietly, taking a sip of your drink. Dan went with it, luckily, and shrugged, “Well, call it strange but I’ve learned to love it. As Herbert says, renovating this place to not look so much like a morgue cost us an arm and a leg.”

You choked almost immediately, Dan’s smile slipping as you doubled over behind the counter to sputter, setting the mug down and coughing towards the floor as pungent coffee flooded your nose. Why the hell does he like it so strong? Once again, you felt the world come back to you when you felt him settle his hand on your back, giving a surprised look as you hauled yourself back up, shielding your mouth in embarrassment.

“Sorry,” You croaked when you caught sight of his wondering eye, “Just went down the wrong pipe.”

#herbert west x reader x daniel cain #poly!danbert x reader #herbert west x reader #herbert west x y/n #daniel cain x reader #daniel cain x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n #(THEY'RE SLASHERS TO ME DAMMIT)#your own prometheus #✏️#💉#for the people who knew herbert was going to make an appearance and pop out like a fucked up jack in the box: here you go!#trying not to jump the gun and post two chapters so back to back like this but!! excited!!!#i'm trying to keep it where i only post the next part when the part that comes after is already in the works #i.e. chapter three is halfway finished at the time of posting this #so maybe that will keep me going and i won't forget about it like i tend to do with my fics #i have a tf2 (yes team fortress 2) fic that has been sitting unfinished on my AO3 for years and i'm not trying to repeat that #because i waited on it for so long that i just. forgot how i wanted to end it #not this one though rest assured i have it mapped out #it's rough but i promise it's to completion!

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cherrysnax · 11 months

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I had a dream last night about ao oni but instead of the normal kids, it was a bunch of young mutants who slipped away from the x-mansion, and it was rlly weird

#they were all like #ocs I guess #unfortunately: the dream was more like hetaoni than the og game 😭#it was kinda gas #they were slowly losing their powers the longer they were in the mansion #and the defacto leader of the little group of like 8 was the first to go 😎 he was a jackass anyway #it focused more on this telepath/illusions gal named Evelyn #loosely code named psyche/sike because she liked to pull pranks #I don’t remember the full dream but theee was a time where I had to make a choice of either having her use her powers to make the other guys #appear invisible to the oni but that would lead to her immediate death #or to only shield herself which allowed her to get a sneak attack on it but risking the rest of the team #there was a combat system and everything!#for some reason they couldn’t reach professor x at all (for reasons)#I think it was like. an evo inspired universe?? idk man it was weird #there were shapeshifting twins. would could turn into beasts and monsters and animals #and the other could only turn into this gigantic muscular form but she hated doing it #the other twin eventually managed to turn into the one of the monsters that was chasing the group and it helped a lot! until they got to the #oni room #but yeah in my dream there were a bunch of different endings and so many characters #I woke up really missing x men evo lmaooo

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ellibean-icecream · 1 year

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Like Tears in the Rain Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Scars

The deed was done. Castti wished that the confrontation could have gone another way, but the foul creatures were too far gone. Whatever infection they carried had warped them irrevocably, making them little more than a disease themselves. It was her duty as an apothecary to eliminate their sickness, and she did not hesitate in her duties.

Their foul stench lingered in the air of the cavern, the sickly sweet stench of rot and decay. She pulled the cloth of her undershirt up and over her face, helping to filter out the worst of the stench. She would have to burn the bodies with purebalm leaves – if she left them here to rot that would only further soil the waters here – and she would spread purebalm across the rest of the chamber as well. The townsfolk would have to continue boiling water for the time being, but this would help in the recovery.

Castti set to work.

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It was nearly morning by the time Castti made it back to town. Her stomach growled in protest; she’d been so busy treating patients she’d forgotten to eat. Something familiar in the pangs of hunger told her that this was not the first time.

“Look! That apothecary is back!”

The cry rang out from the group of townspeople, who quickly approached and gathered around her. Castti sighed internally, but forced a cheerful smile onto her face. These people needed her as a rock, as a port in the storm. They needed her help, and she always helped those in need.

The townsfolk gathered close, before backing away at the horrific stench that clung to her clothing. She’d need to wash them before leaving town, perhaps take a long bath. Just the thought of warm water made her sore muscles ache further.

“I cleared the source of the infection polluting your waters. The spring will run clean again in time. Nevertheless, I recommend boiling all your water for a good while yet.”

The townsfolk cheered out in relief and thanks, and despite herself Castti smiled again, far more genuinely. The town had been slow to accept her help, but seeing the relief in their eyes here more than made up for all the hardships. She arranged to check in on each of the patients, and Senah’s brother even offered her use of his bath, which she accepted immediately.

#ao3fic #fanfic crosspost #octopath traveler 2 #octopath 2 #octopath fic #octopath 2 fanfic #castti/malaya #castti florenz #octopath malaya #castti and malaya #crick octopath #crick makes an appearance!#rest on ao3 #poor team mom

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thekitsunesiren · 2 months

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Dc x Dp #46

"I'm transferring you all to another branch to focus on your teamwork." Batman announced to the Young Justice League out of nowhere.

The news surprised the whole group. They've been together for quite sometime and had gotten alone just fine. Sure, they had disagreements here and there, but that wasn't enough for them to need more training, was it?

"We've been officially working together for a long time. Why do we need teamwork training now?" Robin asked, being brave enough to talk to the well feared vigilante that many were fearful to speak against.

Batman said nothing as he scrolled through the tablet in hand, obviously searching for something.

"Because you still have problems with your teamwork. You need the help of another team your age to get a better view point of what you're doing wrong. And hopefully you'll be able to learn about the different type of enemies

"Wait, wait, wait! Our age? You mean there's another team that we didn't know about?" Kid Flash asked, the news obviously being a surprise to him.

This news was a surprise to everyone in the group. All of them thought that they were the only young heroes that worked under the Justice League.

Finding what he was looking for, Batman opened a file and the team looked at the large photo that appeared on the screen. The photo contained four teens, just around their age if not older or younger.

One was a black teen with a red beanie, and Robin was surprised to see the bulky tech in his hands that he was using. What kind of outdated tech was this team using?

Next to him was a goth looking girl with raven black hair wearing a black short with a black and green plaid skirt. Her face was concentrated into a stern glare that gave Wally the shivers. The gun that she held in her hand didn't help either.

There was another girl as well. Her black hair down and resting against her shoulders. Said shoulders and the rest of her body covered by a black and red suit with a hoverboard against her feet and another strange weapon in her hand. A gun maybe? Red Arrow was curious to see her aim when moving on that board.

And the last kid wasn't standing. He was floating. With snow white hair and green eyes that seemed to glow everytime they looked at the photo. He looked to be around the same age as the other three, but he wore a black jumpsuit with white boots, gloves, and belt. On his belt rested a thermos? Superboy didn't see how such a scrawny thing could be of any threat.

One thing was similar was that how all of the humans eyes seemed to glow. Almost as bright as the- metas'? Aliens? -did.

"These are the members of Young Justice: Dark. They have been under the Leagues employment for three months, but they've been working on their own for almost two years and managed to stop several world ending disasters dealing with the supernatural."

The statement from Batman shocked the team. Them? On their own for two years fighting against the supernatural? Surely he was joking?!

"But-how? We've never heard of them, and they were world ending, we should've known about it." Robin argued.

"Because they've never left the threats leave their town." Came Batmans clipped reply. "There have been a few close calls, but all of them have been handled. As for why the League wasn't aware, there was interference that stopped the League from knowing about Amity Park. This is the team that took our place."

This was the team? Two years unsupervised against supernatural threats that they didn't know about and they still remained uncovered? Just how strong was this team?

"I'm assigning your next mission to work under them. For the time being they will be your superiors and you will follow their instructions if you come into contact with any enemy. Do not go against their orders or else it will be dire. With this, you will learn about threats stronger than you have faced and better yourselves as a team. Do not mess this up."

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #danny phantom crossover #dc×dp prompt #dp crossover #Young Justice x Danny Phantom #Danny and the gang are Young Justice: Dark Amity

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the-californicationist · 2 months

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They Help You Practice

Task Force 141 asks you to be the bait for a secret assignment. So, they make you audition for the role. You end up getting gangbanged by the whole team and loving it!

TW: gangbang, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, gay sex, degradation, explicitly consensual, spit? please check AO3 link at bottom for full tag list

You let yourself into his office, shutting the door behind you, and stood before him at a sharp parade rest, waiting to be informed about your fate.

“Sergeant, thank you for coming. There is no need for formalities. This is just a chat.”

You moved to a more relaxed rest and nodded.

Price continued,

“This is going to be quite the ask. Would you be willing to perform duties which are…outside of your current scope?”

“Yes, sir,” you responded just as you should have, as you were trained to, but Price was hoping you would understand exactly what you would be getting yourself into.

“I need you to go undercover to a Konni restaurant cover in Minsk…as bait. Am I making myself clear?”

A pause. But, to your credit, you didn’t flinch. You did raise an eyebrow and ask a clarifying query,

“What kind of bait, sir?”

“Our next target, Dimitri Sokolov, will be at the Black Pearl bar in Minsk tomorrow, and we won’t get a better chance to lure him away from his bodyguards. He almost never makes public appearances, so he must be making an exception. Sokolov has,” he paused for a moment, trying to find the words, making general, suggestive motions over his own chest, “particular tastes in his women. You just so happen to have the right profile for the job. Again, this is not an order, Sergeant. I need to know if you’re willing to accept.”

“Yes, sir,” you tried to appear fully in control. You knew your breasts were large, but you had never been asked to use them as a weapon. There was a first time for everything, you supposed. You would do anything to help the team.

The captain loved your composure. He knew you would be perfect for the job.

“Good. Let's brief the team.”

Price walked with you down to the meeting room at the end of the hall and found Soap, Ghost, and Gaz sitting in the desk chairs every way except the way they were designed, lounging over the furniture like big cats, melting into the various surfaces they encountered. They fixed themselves when the captain walked in.

“Gentlemen,” Price opened, “this is our bait. Her code name is Rabbit. Rabbit, this is Soap, Ghost, and Gaz.”

You nodded politely and resumed a semi-formal rest position.

The men had noticed you around the base but hadn’t been formally introduced. You were a desk rider, but still, you were hard to miss. The baggy military clothing had almost managed to conceal a bounty of soft curves, but your lush body persisted beneath it, and the outlines of your feminine form made heinous suggestions in the fabric. Unfortunately for them, you didn’t hang around the gym or the common area enough for them to have generated a fully accurate image of your enticing body, but they were certain it was delicious. They watched you like peckish wolves. Waiting hungrily, shifting in their seats in anticipation. For what, you weren’t sure.

“Rabbit is going undercover for us to take down Sokolov, Vladimir Makarov’s new shipping controller. He has a particular penchant for,” Price paused just long enough for anyone to understand his true meaning, “certain types of women. Rabbit fits the mold, so all she needs is the gear and the training.”

Price cut open three large cardboard boxes to reveal slinky dresses and a number of questionable garments.

“I’ll need to try them on,” you offered, “Do you want me to get changed, Captain?”

“Sounds good. Come back in when you’re all set,” he smiled, enjoying the view as you left the room.

Ghost crossed his arms, clearly with quite a mouthful to share and but refusing to. Gaz stared down at the knife he was playing with, bashful. But Soap would not be cowed, and as soon as you left, he said,

“Feeding her to the sharks like bait, Captain? I dinnae ken any of us was so expendable.”

“Soap,” Price warned, “the sergeant is more than capable of handling -”

“I wasnae askin’ about the lassie’s capabilities. Send her in to slit his throat with a knife in her hand, for all I care. But to send her in unguarded, unarmed? No. It’s not right,” Soap crossed his arms.

“He’s got a point, Captain. Why take the risk of losing an operative?” Ghost spoke coldly.

Price furrowed his brow at their short-sightedness,

“And do what, exactly? Have the Russians scurry back underground at the first hint of an assassination attempt? We’ve failed that mission three times, boys. I’ll not have this go south again.”

“I’m sure she is capable, Captain. But, is Rabbit committed to this plan?” Gaz asked.

“Sure,” Price tried to sound reassuring, “we spoke in my office. She agreed to come down here. Besides, she’ll have you three as backup. You won’t let anything happen to her.”

Gaz did not seem convinced. All three soldiers wore a scowl on their faces, and even though Ghost’s was obscured by his mask, his body language communicated his displeasure. Price carefully ashed his cigar to renew the glowing tip, taking a long drag while they waited for you to return.

You were back without too much of a delay, but when you walked in, your colleagues were visibly stunned. They didn’t recognize you at first. A short black dress had replaced your camouflage fatigues, showing off miles and miles of smooth, shining skin. Your thick thighs stretched the silky fabric, and your ass threatened to escape from the edge of the dress with every step you took. Your new heels clacked sharply against the cold concrete, making your legs flex and tense, showing off your well-formed musculature. You did not miss squat day very often, apparently.

But, the assets you were trying to use for this particular mission were the real stars of the show. Your heavy breasts battled against the low dip of the dress, providing a deep display of cleavage, hinting at pink perky nipples hidden just below the line of the black silk. Your tits jiggled as you struck the floor with each careful step, making the room full of men breathe a little heavier at the sight.

Soap’s big mouth betrayed them all,

“Christ in Heaven. There you are, bonnie.”

Ghost backhanded him hard on the shoulder. Price glowered.

You had put on a little more makeup than might be socially acceptable in an office setting, making the suggestive outfit complete. Finally, as you stood at the head of the meeting table, you took out your task force regulation braid and pulled your fingers through your hair, breaking up your long waves as they spilled down your neck and back.

You smiled,

“Well, do I look the part?”

Price coughed, inhaling too much smoke on accident. Gaz hadn’t moved since you walked in the room. He just stood there, dumbfounded, arms held at an odd angle as if frozen in time. Ghost cleared his throat to save them,

“Yes, Rabbit. You clean up very nicely, don’t you?”

“Well,” you sighed, “this is sort of the raunchiest outfit I found in the box. I was going to go with something a bit more casual, but I thought I’d better be noticeable if we’re going to nail this asshole.”

Gaz finally came out of his locked state, aghast,

“Noticeable? Sweetheart, this is more than noticeable. Goddamn.”

“You think it’s too much? I don’t really know what would get his attention,” you shrugged, looking shy as you confessed, “I don’t get asked out very often.”

“You could go out with me, lassie,” Soap edged his way closer to her, slinking around the table, “We’d have a hell of a time, so we would.”

“Don’t listen to Johnny,” Ghost stood in front of him a bit, snaking an arm around your cinched waist, “He thinks takin’ his birds to the dog races is a good date idea.”

“Well, isn’t it?” Soap protested.

Gaz grabbed your hand tenderly, examining your fingers like they were a precious work of art,

“Maybe you could come with me to Berlin next weekend, babes. There’s a killer music festival going on, and we could have a really good time. How does that sound?”

“Boys,” Price interrupted, “I’m sure she has plenty of work to finish here; can’t just be galavanting off with you muppets. In fact, why don’t you stop by my office after this mission, bunny rabbit, and we can work on your projected shipment dates together? You know, I used to be a logistics man, myself.”

Ghost rolled his eyes at the Captain,

“Please, logistics? You drove a truck back and forth on base delivering food to the canteen twenty years ago. I’ve read your file.”

The men all started talking over each other, forgetting your presence in favor of coming out on top of the dog pile. You smiled to yourself, eager to push more of their buttons.

Slipping one skinny strap down your shoulder, you spoke through the din,

“You know, this dress can be strapless. Do you think Sokolov wants it up…” you locked eyes with Captain Price, seeing his throat swallow hard as he watched you in the silence you had created, “or down?”

The other soldiers were stunned, unable to look away as you slipped both straps off of your shoulders and tucked them into your dress. One strap was still partially visible, and Ghost slowly moved one gloved finger up your arm, tracing your skin lightly, and finished tucking it in for you. He lingered, caressing the side of your breast as he removed it.

“You gonna be able to seduce this Russian bastard, Sergeant? Or, do you need some practice?” Price asked with a low, threatening tone.

The whole room held its breath waiting for your answer. The four men towered over your short frame, casting shadows over you like black spells, hoping you would relinquish your control over them. All of their eyes watched as you slowly, achingly lifted a hand and traced it up Gaz’s canvas pant leg, stopping when you discovered the heavy head of his cock, hardening down toward his knee. With the back of your hand, you pet it like a skittish animal, reveling in its smoothness and warmth. Your eyes found his as they fluttered, blood rushing through his body in a panic,

“I think I could use some practice, Captain.”

You felt Gaz’s rod leap at your answer. He bent down to kiss your mouth, slanting his lips fiercely against you.

Soap came up behind you, gripping your ass through the silk of your dress roughly,

“We’ll help you, lass. We’ll help you practice, won’t we, boys? Jesus, you smell so good,” he buried his face in your neck and sucked against your skin.

Ghost found your other hand and held it tightly, using it to steady you from Soap and Gaz’s assault. Price moved Gaz out of the way, earning himself a glare, and peeled the dress off of you in one fell swoop, revealing the expanse of uncovered skin underneath.

“Holy shite,” the captain breathed, whispering his lament, “Sergeant, where are your knickers?”

“I guess I forgot them, Captain,” you blushed, batting your eyes up at him, doing actual damage to his psyche.

He didn’t have much time to savor the moment though because Ghost was shoving him out of the way to pick you up by the thighs to lay you on the table. The giant knelt between your legs, pulling you by the knees until your ass was hanging off of the low wooden planks. He lifted his mask just enough for you to see him lick his lips over sharp, white teeth before feasting on your wet folds, letting the cloth of the balaclava hide most of his efforts.

Ghost created a soothing, yet electrically wet warmth in your core which made you keen loudly, only to be muffled by Price’s smoky kiss. You could taste the burned tobacco on his tongue and your skin was scraped by his thick mustache.

Gaz’s voice got your attention. He had freed his cock from his pants and started to stroke it, standing by your side and playing with your breasts with his free hand as Price savaged your mouth. He tugged on your nipple and told you,

“You know, Rabbit, you’re going to have to really put yourself out there tomorrow. Show him these gorgeous tits of yours. Make him think you’re hungry for his cock,” Gaz rubbed his head, hard and hungry for you, “Can you do that? Let us see how good you can be, princess. We need you to ace this mission”

You felt Ghost dip his hard cock between your pussy lips, distracting you from Price’s tongue in your mouth. You broke the kiss and looked up at Ghost, dazed, into his masked face,

“I promise, sir. I’ll be good,” you looked around at all four of the men, reaching out to grab Soap’s cock that he was stroking for you, “Will you show me how?”

You didn’t give Soap time to answer. The Scot gasped as you devoured him, sucking him down into your throat, making yourself gag as he fucked your throat in and out in long thrusts. He tangled his fingers in your hair. Ghost matched his rhythm below you, pounding his cock into your wet hole. You thought you could feel something on his dick. Was he pierced? You could see your slick gleam on his lips and chin where his mask was still askew.

“Yeah,” Ghost smiled haughtily, “you like those piercings, don’tcha baby?”

You didn’t have a chance to respond. Price pulled your head away from Soap’s dick, kissing your mouth lewdly again before giving you an order,

“Open your mouth wide for me, love.”

You obeyed. Then, he spit onto your tongue, warm and bubbling, before shoving your face down onto his own fat rod. It made your lips burn with its cruel girth, even though it felt relatively soft, and you thought fleetingly that there was no way your poor little cunt was going to be able to take him, Ghost was big enough to be filling, but the captain was carrying around a true weapon.

He pulled your head off of him roughly, watching as the strings of drool connected your tongue to his cockhead, growling in short, lustful breaths.

“Alright, boys. Make sure she’s good and ready for me. You know the drill,” Price barked, and then he was gone.

The drill? You looked for him, confused, and only found Gaz, who was now slapping his long dick on your cheek, knocking for entrance. He let you take his head into your mouth, having a much easier time than you did with your captain. You bobbed your head up and down dutifully, not realizing just how long his cock was until he tried to force it into your throat. He held you down for a moment, moaning shamelessly, before releasing you to let you breathe.

“You alright, babes?” He laughed.

You nodded, moaning. Ghost took himself out of your wetness and pulled you off of the table. Soap hopped up to lay where you were, and you moved to ride him, making sure to get right to the edge with him to let Ghost back in. You’d never taken two men at once, much less four, but there was a first time for anything, and you were a quick learner.

Spearing yourself onto Soap felt like someone had created a warm, custom, living dildo just for you. He was a perfect fit, and you both cried out in pleasure from the sensation. Ghost slapped your ass, hard, and you screamed, clenching around Soap’s cock. Soap moaned darkly.

“Keep suckin’ that big cock, baby. Need to teach you how to multitask,” Ghost threatened as he bent to eat your asshole, wiggling his tongue into the tight rim to gain entrance.

He started to fuck you with it, his long wet muscle moving in and out as Soap thrust himself up into you, hitting your g-spot every single time like magic. You took Gaz back into your mouth and tried your best to take him deeper into your throat. Every time you did, you would gag, and your muscles would involuntarily clench, and the whole room would moan. You started to come, feeling yourself flood around Soap, whose mouth had latched onto one of your nipples, suckling like he was trying to feed from you.

You could see Price out of the corner of your eye. He had lit another cigar and was smoking it, stroking himself, still not at his full capacity. You were scared of him. He looked like some sort of demon, breathing fire, as big around as your forearm. He wasn’t as long as Gaz, nor as delightfully curved as Soap, but he made your legs shake without even touching you. When he did touch you, rising from his chair when he wanted to fondle you, pinching a nipple, pulling your hair, forcing your head down on Gaz, it lit you up like you were kerosene and he was the match.

Suddenly, Ghost’s tongue was gone, only to be replaced by his heavy head. He was going to fuck your ass, and there was nothing you could say to stop him. You’d only done anal once or twice before, and you knew it might hurt. He went so slowly that you could feel each and every piercing as he popped them into you, one by one. Then, as he pulled back out, you felt them pop as each one went through you again, raking himself in and out gently, as careful with you as he could be. When you were more pliant, he began to throw his weight into each thrust, and Soap started to groan below you from the sensation.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare, Johnny boy,” Price threatened, his voice full of stern warning.

You weren’t sure what he was warning him about until Soap pulled his cock out of you and came all over your stomach, Ghost’s thrusts making the fluid smear between you two, rubbing your bodies together. Ghost pulled out next, and you felt his hot, thick ropes spray onto your ass cheeks, melting down your thighs.

Gaz abandoned your mouth and took over for Soap, feeding himself inch by inch until he found your end, leaving some of his cock out in the cold. He fucked you faster than the others, not caring to move out of the way as Soap rolled off of the table, whining like a whore the whole time.

Captain Price came around to your face, holding your chin in his hand, looking down at you without pity,

“Garrick’s got a long cock, don’t he, love? You’re being so good for my men, such a good girl. Sweet little slut, hm? You’re going to do so well on this mission. Those areholes won’t know what hit ‘em.”

He grabbed your hair fiercely, hurting your scalp, forcing you to turn and look back at Gaz. Price took a long puff from his cigar, blowing it past your face,

“Baby, he could fuck you for a hundred years. He’s not gonna come until you scream his name.”

You heard Gaz moan louder at Price’s suggestion, so you did. You screamed for him over and over, not caring who might have heard you, begging for him to come in you.

“He’s not allowed to come in you, love,” Price kissed your open panting mouth, “But, don’t worry. It’s about to be my turn, and you’ll be feeling my fuckin’ come drip out of your cunt all night long.”

Price’s voice made your blood run cold with fear. He wasn’t making threats. Those were clearly promises. Predictions of the future. His cock was tucked back into the band of his pants, but it lay in wait there like a serpent, eager to strike.

Your heart pounded in your chest as Gaz pulled his long shaft all the way out of you, his come shooting onto your lips and ass, feeling him use his hand to rub it into your skin, making you sticky. Your captain gave him a warning look, and you realized they had done this sort of thing before. Perhaps many times before. As you watched Soap and Ghost comfort each other, breathing close together, touching themselves, you wondered if they ever fucked each other as well. Picturing the four of them rutting into each other made you hungry, deep in your belly, starving to witness such an act.

Finally, it was your captain’s turn. The look in his eyes made you tremble. You knew he wouldn’t be cruel, not on purpose anyway. He wasn’t a heartless man, but he wasn’t one to hold himself back from what he wanted either. You knew that he would fuck you the way he wanted to, as hard as he wanted to, no matter how much complaining you might do about how his cock would stretch you out - even to the point of pain.

“On your back, love. Legs up. Spread that pussy open for me,” he commanded.

You did as he told you, opening yourself up shamelessly, letting your folds spread wide.

He walked around the table to gaze upon your form, staring at your pink flesh like it was a hot meal, and he was starving. He moaned, rubbing his hand across your sticky mons,

“Mm, that’s my pretty little Rabbit. Now…” he paused for effect, sinking three fingers into your hole roughly but ever so slowly, twisting his arm as he did, corkscrewing his knuckles into you, “...I want you to understand that there’s a reason I’m last in line, love.”

You cried out from the pressure of his huge hand. It felt like you were going to tear. Then, after a few hard thrusts, he released you. The emptiness you felt was heartbreaking. You looked for him, pleading with your eyes for him to return to you. He pulled his cock free from his waistband, unable to connect his finger to his thumb as he wrapped around it. You whined involuntarily, something animal in you recognizing its fate.

“Shh, baby, I know,” he drug out his voice, “I know…”

He positioned the heavy shaft on top of your body, measuring himself from base to tip, reaching your navel. As he slapped it against you, it made a loud thudding noise, slamming into your muscles like a fist. Price was so heavy. You’d never even imagined a man could feel like he was pure, warm, thick marble. Your pussy seemed to understand the panic you were feeling, flooding itself, preparing for the upcoming invasion.

“I’m so fuckin’ eager for you, love,” he slapped you again, quick taps right to your swollen clit.

Then, he put his head inside of you, squeezing himself in. He left it inside of you and started to pump himself with his hand. Between the vibration from his fist and the fact that it felt like you were sitting on the end of a steel bat, you couldn’t hold back your keening, loud and high-pitched.

Price began the steady, slow march forward, swelling harder and harder by the moment, making your walls feel like they might break. It seemed as if all the blood in your body was rushing down your belly and up your legs, hurrying to your core.

Your eye were wild, full of your fear, tears forming at the corners of your eyes,

“I can’t, please! I can’t. It’s too big, fuck…”

Price didn’t stop. He just kept feeding himself in and pulling himself back out, wetting his cock’s skin with your soaking hole.

“You can, and you will, love,” the captain growled, “Now, shut that pretty mouth and take it.”

Your cheeks were wet and your eyes burned, he was so deep within you that it felt like he was thrusting into your throat. You couldn’t breathe.

Suddenly, Soap grabbed your hand, kissing your palm, using his tongue to lick your skin,

“It’s alright, bonnie. I’m here, lass. Breathe with me, lass.”

He bent down to kiss you, but he didn’t quite connect, letting his lips graze yours featherlight. Soap breathed in and breathed out in steady, measured beats. You felt yourself begin to relax. It had such an immediate effect that you heard Price groan, able to slip himself a bit deeper than he had done.

It was like a chain reaction, the more relaxed you became, breathing with Soap, feeling him suck and lick your nipples softly, the more Price was able to squeeze himself in.

Finally, you felt his hair at the base of his cock, thick and curled, and as he sighed, he settled inside of you, impossibly pressing against your whole body, making a clear outline of himself in your lower belly. He rubbed it, almost fondly, and you felt every inch of him throb against your walls, his head bullying your womb.

You cried out again from the strain. Ghost and Gaz joined Soap. Gaz began to suckle from your breast on your left side, fondling himself as he did so, getting hard again. Ghost was at your head on the end of the table, and he bent to kiss you, upside down, his tongue running all the way down your throat, long and slippery against your own.

He pulled away, petting your cheek as Price began to grind himself into you,

“You alright, Rabbit? You enjoying your captain’s cock, hm?”

“Mm hm,” you whispered, whimpering through your tears.

Ghost smiled, and his straight, white teeth looked menacing as he did, sharp, wolf-like,

“I know you are, babe. You’re doing so well. Look at him. You can see him inside of your cunt.”

He lifted your head by your hair, showing you the grotesque shadow of Price’s heavy rod as it shoved itself into you. You reached your hands down to it, feeling it through your skin. It was so unique. His size wasn’t like anything you’d ever experienced, and your body was sending confused signals of passion, your orgasms coming in shattered, broken waves. Feeling incomplete. Too powerful, and yet drawn out like the last note of a symphony.

As you touched him from the outside, Price moaned aloud for the first time. It shocked you. You looked up at him, managing to meet his eyes.

“Fuck,” you moaned, “You feel so good inside of me, Captain.”

“Mm, yeah?” He replied, using his hands to press yours down onto his cock, making you gasp, “You like it, baby? I’m gonna make sure you never want anybody else.”

Price reached down and grabbed you by the throat, scaring away Soap and Gaz. He lifted you up, making his dick fit inside of you that much tighter with the change of angle. Then, he began the true performance. He thrust himself in with fast, punishing strokes, slamming himself into you. You were sure you would bruise, and you felt dizzy, almost like you’d pass out.

Soap was at your side again, holding your hair away from your face,

“Look at you, lassie. Such a good girl for your captain. Takin’ that cock so damn well. Can’t wait to be back inside you, girl.”

He kissed your cheek, palm massaging his dick which was back to full mast, eager again.

“Alright, Johnny,” Price grinned, “Since you asked so nicely.”

Without any strain whatsoever, Price lifted you up by your hips and held you in the air as he fucked you, bringing you around the table so that Soap could position himself at your asshole. Ghost’s earlier efforts had made it ready for him, and you could very acutely feel how much he was throbbing to be inside of you, pulsing as he fit against Price.

“Ungh, fuck, lass,” Soap groaned as he began to thrust into you, pistoning with the captain, “He’s got you so tight for me.”

“Yeah? It feels so good. Mmm…” you whimpered, feeling more full than you’d ever been.

Johnny was holding your breasts as Price lifted you up, brutalizing your pussy. Every thrust felt like an electric pulse, making you cock-drunk and mindlessly pliant.

They worked in tandem for what felt like eons, pistoning in and out with each other. Eventually, after he had felt you come, Soap addressed his captain directly,

“Sir, I’m…please, sir, can I?”

“Can you what, soldier?” Price grunted through gritted teeth, testing his sergeant.

“Can I come, sir? Please, Cap…”

“Yeah, Johnny. C’mon, mate. Let her feel it.”

“F-fuck! Fuck…” Soap groaned, pushing himself flush against your asshole, pumping his come into you.

He caught his breath while he was still in you, kissing the nape of your neck, and then he pulled away slowly. He helped Gaz replace him, holding your ass wide apart so his comrade could position himself inside. And just when you thought your poor pussy would have room to breathe, Gaz’s incredibly long shaft was piercing your hole again.

You felt him sigh, his breath against your neck. He took over holding you up, and Price praised him,

“That’s it, Garrick. She’s all yours. Take it.”

Gaz reacted to his words in a way that made you rethink their entire dynamic. Then, you remembered how he had come when you said his name. He seemed to get harder and harder the more Price praised him, and you wanted to give him that same validation.

“Gaz,” you whispered, leaning your head back to rest on his shoulder, “It’s so big, baby. It’s like I can feel you in my throat. Oh, Gaz. Gaz!”

“Mm,” Price put his mouth to your neck, groaning, “That’s it, love. Tell him how much you like that long cock.”

“So much, Gaz. It’s so good,” you added.

Then, Price took his left hand and wrapped it around the back of Gaz’s neck in a moment of surprising intimacy. As Price kissed the front of your throat, Gaz kissed your shoulder and nape. You felt like a peeled fruit being shared between them, a ripped rind, your juicy flesh being split in two; two halves of a ripe orange.

Gaz lasted longer than Soap had when he fucked your ass, but Price’s attention seemed to spur him on. His movements were slippery, and you could feel the remnants of Soap’s come frothing around your entrance, easing his efforts.

“Captain,” Gaz whined, desperate for more of that approval.

“C’mon, Kyle. She’s ready for you. Good lad.”

The use of his first name made Gaz thrust up into you with a feverish pace. He cried out as he came, hard, into you. Feeling him fall back out of you made you imagine the tendrils of a giant kraken, seeming to travel forever just to remove himself from your body, slithering out of you with a terrible squelching noise.

Gaz let Price hold you again, and you turned, expecting Ghost. Price laughed at you, chuckling softly,

“Missing your masked man already?”

You looked at Price, feeling raw and used, waiting for an explanation,

“He’s a little…preoccupied.”

Price laid you back on the table, letting you turn your head to see Ghost, buried in Soap’s asshole up to the hilt, furiously jacking him off, slamming into him a little too roughly for your liking. It was violent, but Soap seemed to be enjoying himself beyond measure.

Your pussy, though, disagreed with your assessment, clenching around Price’s cock while you watched Simon abuse his friend’s hole.

“Mm,” the captain moaned, feeling your muscles react, “You like that, love? You wanna be fucked rough like that?”

He didn’t give you a chance to answer. Price wrapped your legs beneath his chest in a full mating press and wrecked you, pounding into your body like a giant fist. You felt your bones shudder beneath his behemoth form. Just when you thought you might puke from how overstimulated you were, you felt him pause. Then, your pussy felt like it was leaking, and it was. Price’s come just kept milking its way out of you, his cock pulsing inside, making your walls throb.

When he finished, he kissed you on the mouth, almost lovingly, reverently. He started to slide out of you, being extremely careful, and you’d never felt so empty in your entire life. It was as if you’d never be full again. You found yourself whining, whimpering for Price to return.

“That’s right, pretty girl,” Price smiled, “Never gonna want anybody else, are ya?”

You smiled, shocked and in considerable discomfort. Gaz scooped you up off of the table, cradling you, sitting down with you in his lap in a large chair. He reached down for some water and handed it to you, helping you recover.

Price was standing with his hands on his hips, panting from his exertion. Ghost and Soap were connected like two hounds, locked together, the Scot cock warming his tall lover, groaning on every exhale.

“Well, what do you think, lads? Do we have a winner?” Price asked.

“Yeah, we fucking do, Cap,” Gaz pet your head, moving your sweaty hair out of your eyes.

“Fuck yeah, mate,” Ghost growled, pawing at Johnny again, rabid for him.

“Hear that, bonnie?” Soap managed to ask, still moaning in little breaths as he was being speared by Ghost, “Got yourself a new permanent assignment.”

Price walked over to you, grabbing you by the face and kissing you once more,

“You belong to us now, love. Perfect little slut.”

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imagine dating spencer and you come to visit or something and make him so distracted that he literally can’t info dump on something and the rest of the team is just shocked

yes yes, a hundred times yes 🤭 thank you so much!

catching a glimpse of yourself in the elevator mirror was the last thing you needed right now. you were covered in paint, your dungarees showing up every coloured streak and hand print against the light denim. you're sure there's paint in your hair but you don't have time to dwell on it, you're late

you'd got stressed, painting your boyfriends apartment on your own, lost track of time and then didn't have the time to change before running out of the apartment, just about managing to remember to grab yours and spencer's lunch on the way

"i'm so sorry i'm late," you sigh and frown as you rush through the bullpen to the collection of desks you're oh so familiar with, "please excuse the state of me,"

spencer turns at the sound of your voice, "hi sweetheart," he hums, looking up at you just as you dip to kiss him quickly before pushing the bag of food onto his lap

"hey," you smile softly at your boyfriend before turning to his colleagues, "hey guys, how are we all?" you ask, getting a mixed bunch of replies back

"how's painting?" derek laughs, looking at your appearance and the state of your clothes

you slide onto spencer's desk, pulling your legs up to sit cross legged, "standing six feet up a ladder trying to hold a tray of paint and a brush is hard, i've nearly fallen off twice," you huff,

spencer hands you the sandwich he knows is yours and then seemingly looks at you properly for the first time since you've been there, "hey," he says, almost breathlessly

"hello?" you question, head tilting slightly, "you've already said hi," you say, looking at emily and jj who just snicker and shrug their shoulders but spencer doesn't reply, "oh before i forget!"

your boyfriend watches you carefully as you produce a piece of paper from the tiny pocket on the front of your dungarees, flapping it around to unfold it, your other hand busy clutching your food

"the living room is next, i need to know how much paint to buy," you explain, handing the paper to him, "the cans are one litre or five litres, i can't figure it out"

truth be told you hadn't bothered to try and work it out, knowing spencer would be able to reel off the answer like it's nothing, naturally, he knew the exact measurements of every wall in his house

the boy stares up at you blankly, big brown eyes soft and sparkly. your cheeks heat up under his gaze, your eyebrows raising slightly, "spence?" you nudge him with your knee

he jumps ever so slightly, his head shaking a bit, "hmm?" he asks before only just registering you've handed him something, his eyes scan over it, "oh!" he blushes, turning his chair to face his desk

"what colour are you doing the living room?" jj asks while she stabs at her salad like it's offending her. you'd consulted the girls with all of the decorating developments.

"a light brown i think, we have so much to hang on the walls," you pause to swallow, "so something neutral," you finish with a slight nod

a door opening to your side grabs your attention, aaron coming out of his office with his lunch. he comes down into the bullpen, sitting on the edge of emily's desk, "the paint fighting back?" he asks you, slight smile creeping over his face

you roll your eyes at him, playfully, while the other laugh at your expense, "very funny but i don't see any of you offering to help"

penelope scoffs, "actually, i did" and she was right, however her idea of getting wine drunk and decorating had been quickly shut down by spencer, the only input he's actually offered up in the whole process

giggling, you turn back to your boyfriend who's been far too quiet, "boy wonder?" you say gently, pushing your fingers through his hair, "got an answer for me?"

usually he would have an answer within seconds, his minutes of silence making you frown, he turns to you with the same frown painted across his face, "i don't know," he says

people around you gasp, loudly too, "what do you mean, you don't know?" emily almost chokes on her lunch, sitting forward to gawp at the boy

"i do not know how much paint we need" he confirms

derek scrambles, pulling his phone out of his pocket, "say it again, i need record of this moment" he pleads while garcia smacks him

"well there's a first," david says, wandering over after hearing spencer say i don't know for possibly the first time, ever

your boy stares at the paper in his hand and then up at you, confused, "i have to go and work it out, excuse me" he says, rushed, as he stands and takes off towards circle table room

after a moment of shocked silence you turn to the team who are all staring directly at you, "i'll go check on him, i wonder what's wrong?" you say to no one in particular as you hop off of the desk

"i think i know," jj sing songs and the others hum in agreement as you hop up the stairs and along the walkway into the room.

when you get into the room spencer is stood in front of the biggest whiteboard you've possibly ever seen, marker in hand though the board is still empty of his handwriting

"spence? angel?" you say quietly, staring at his back as he starts to write the measurements of the walls in his living room, "everything alright?"

he hums, not turning to look at you as he continues to work through the problem, "yeah, fine, just can't think properly when you're around," he admits, "not when you look like that," he turns slightly to look at you

"oh, do you want me to leave?" you're sad, its obvious in your voice. nervously you start fiddling with the sleeves of your sweatshirt

your boyfriend gasps, "no, no, honey that's not what i meant!" he says, holding his arm out. you slide into the space, head resting on his shoulder, "you're so beautiful and i love you so much, so so much, my brain just switches off when you’re around"

"really?" you giggle, looking up at him. he hums and nods his head, a light blush rushes up his neck before taking over his cheeks, "i love you too,"

he's taller than you, forcing you onto your tip toes to kiss him, not caring when someone, emily, whoops from the bullpen. gentle hands squeeze at your waist, while you hold his face with one hand, the other resting on his shoulder

"three litres," spencer mumbles against your mouth, you pull away with a sight hum, forgetting what you'd asked of him, "you need three but it's cheaper to just buy five and have left over, now come back" he huffs, his arm wrapping tighter around you to pull you back in for another kiss

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It comes as somewhat a surprise when the others realize that something has obviously happened between their resident Lieutenant and Private, as she’s quick to fall silent whenever he appears, and even more so make herself scare when she can when he’s around. It’s only the third time that Soap sees it that he says something, because if he doesn’t no one else will, and where’s the fun in that?

He watches her duck her head and leave the break room, Gaz, Soap, Price, and Ghost sitting alone at the breakfast table conversing over soggy cereal and cooling tea; Soap pushes a piece of bacon on his plate and asks, “Trouble in paradise, Lt?” the corner of his mouth arches with a slight grin when he hears the warning grunt come from Ghost.

“No.”

“Seems like it,” he retorts, taking a sip of his coffee. “What’d ya do? Tell her ta fuck off?”

“Drop it, MacTavish,” Ghost warns darkly. “Nothing’s wrong.”

This time, Gaz jumps in. “C’mon, Lt., it’s obvious that something’s wrong. I mean, she won’t even look at you, let alone say anything unless you speak first.”

“An’ she’s callin’ ‘im ‘sir.’” Soap adds, pointing at him. “Christ, Lt., ya musta done a number on ‘er. Poor Puffin. So sweet and kind. Broke ‘er heart ya did.”

Price can tell that Ghost is close to snapping at the both of them but gets to it before he does. “Soap, Gaz, go catalogue our inventory for the mission next week.”

“Aw, but we already d—” Soap falls silent when Price shoots him a look and quietly grumbles to himself as he grabs his plate and cup, Gaz following in suit.

It’s only until the two soldiers are alone that Price asks, “What did happen, Simon?”

Ghost lets out a long sigh and rolls his head back, staring at the ceiling. “Pretty much told ‘er to fuck off.”

Price watches quietly as Ghost begins rattling to himself—he’s never really had to ask the man to explain himself. All he’s gotta do is prompt him to do so and Ghost does the rest.

“I just got mad. She’s always ‘round and practically up my arse, and I got caught up and instead of ‘andlin’ it properly, I shoved my fucking foot in my mouth and scalped her.” He rubs a hand over his face. “I meant to be gentler but once I started, I couldn’t stop. It just kept comin’ out. And now she fuckin’ hates me.”

He pulls his hand down and looks up at Price with a scowl—the man is smiling at him, but it’s that stupid smile that means more than Ghost wants to admit it does.

“Quit that.”

“You care about her,” Price murmurs, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, though his admonish is still harsh. “And instead of telling her how you felt like a grown adult, you took the ten-year-old way out and decided to be a cunt to her.”

“I didn’t mean to be such a cunt.”

“But the fact of the matter is that you did, and you’ve screwed up team fluidity and cohesion.” He looks at him. “You know a team divided—”

“Can’t stand,” Ghost finishes with an even worse scowl. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” He looks away. “I just don’t know how to even start tryin’ to fix it.”

“Well, apologizing might be a good start,” Price rumbles with a grin. “She’s a good kid, Simon. Her heart’s in the right place, even if it’s a bit much at times. Shows she cares. More than most do in our line of work. She’s a rare one.”

“I know,” he admits in a much, much softer tone. “I just don’t want her to lose that doin’ this.” His eyes meet Price’s, and they hold such a misery. “Look at us, Price,” he mutters, gesturing between them. “Middle age, unmarried, no kids, too fucked up for anything like that. She doesn’t…” he clenches his jaw. “She deserves a better path, a safer path, than this life. She deserves to go out and have a life where she comes home to a family.”

“That’s not your choice to make, son,” he replies gently, but there’s a firmness to it. “If this is what she wants to do, then she will. We can’t make her get out of service.”

Ghost growls low in his throat. “She has so much more potential than being cannon fodder. She could do somethin’ with her life. Somethin’ good. Somethin’ that won’t have her dying face down in the sand with a bullet wound in the back.”

Price simply watches him.

“But she’s so fuckin’ stupid. She wants to be here. She wants to spend whatever time she has dodgin’ bullets and wakin’ up every night in sweat ‘cause she can’t escape the dreams. No one wants to do this. We don’t want to do this. We do this because we have to. But her? She’s happy here.” He lowers his voice, it’s as if he’s in disbelief. “She’s happy here.” He looks at Price. “Why? Why is she so happy here?”

It's another long moment before Price speaks.

“You hear, son, but you don’t listen.” He moves the cup on the saucer. “She bounced around homes growing up, scraped by on the skin of her teeth. She has no one. But here, she has something. She has people who care for her, if nothing else, they won’t let her die alone.”

“Oh what? So, it’s found family bullshit?” Ghost spits. “If she dies, at least the team would mourn her?”

“Isn’t that what you’ve done too?” he replies, and Ghost falls silent. “People like Gaz, Soap, and myself are different than you and she are, Simon. We have homes. We’ve had families that have loved us, that do love us. But you two? Simon, you’ve made a home where you’ve had to. Made a family out of people you’ve bled for, would gladly bleed for. You’ve made something that’s yours. You made a family for yourself. And so did she. She’s made us her family. The one she never had the privilege to call her own.”

Price lets out a quiet hum, and pats his thighs, standing up and pushing his chair in.

“Think on what I’ve said, son. And if nothing else, apologize and leave it at that. Put the ball in her court and let her make the next move.”

As he walks off, he hears, “And if she doesn’t want it?”

He tosses a knowing look over his shoulder. “I’m sure she’ll take it.” His eyes twinkle as he adds, “Takes an awful strong woman to care about a man like you.”

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