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s0fter-sin · 7 days ago

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sequel to this post!

cw nsfw, trans!price, sub!ghost, orgasm denial, overstim, marathon sex

nik and price bring up the idea of getting ghost a cock cage, thinking he’ll enjoy the weight and the reminder that his cock belongs to them, but it hits him wrong

it twists in his head, mutates into this idea that he isn’t enough, isn’t strong willed enough to control himself and be good for them; that he’s failing at the one thing he’s always been able to give them and this is their way of fixing it, fixing him, before they decide to get rid of him

they immediately shoot it down, promising him that he will always be enough for them, always has been enough for them; he’s never let them down and even if he did, they would never be disappointed with him or be foolish enough to let him go

they love him, no matter what

ghost believes them, it’s hard not to with how earnest they are, and he knows he’s loved; his brain just finds it hard to accept sometimes

so they all plan a scene together; their most involved but also their longest

they already love orgasm denial, holding ghost’s orgasm hostage for days at a time, but this is the first time they’ve ever tried for months; his balls aching with each passing day, cock swelling at every errant breeze. he sleeps in jock straps, using the tight pressure to control his body even when he’s asleep so when the wet dreams come - and of course they do - at least he won’t cum

ghost loves and hates it, the mounting need and the pain of denying it; he’s hyperaware of his cock and the pulse of his full balls in his pants, his boxers constantly wet with precum. he can’t take it sometimes, shoving his cargos under his ass to watch his half-hard cock perk up, like it has a mind of its own and thinks this time, this time it’ll get relief- just to reluctantly go down when all he does is watch it throb and drip

he waits until it’s angry and flaccid, still twitching wildly, and takes a picture of his precum-stained briefs to send to nik and price; both as proof that he hasn’t cum and bc he loves the way they look at him throughout the day, the heat in their eyes when they know they can’t take him then and there and the knowledge that he’s in for it once they get behind closed doors

it’s weeks of teasing on both their parts, ramping up the frantic need in their blood; ghost and his pictures no matter where he is, baring his cock to the world, even to rookies’ backs when he’s watching them run drills, not even bothering to hide the splatter of precum at his feet when they turn around

and nik and price are no better

price bodies him into closests and empty meeting rooms every chance he gets and shoves his hand down his pants to pinch his foreskin; rolling it between his thumb and forefinger and fucking it over his swollen red cockhead, feeling him stiffen in a matter of seconds and all ghost can do is take it, mouth slack as he gasps for breath

pulling his hand out in a slow, lingering caress, price smears his precum between his fingers, pearlescent strands glistening in the fluorescent lights. he noisily sucks it off before wrenching his mask up and kisses him hard enough to bruise; feeding him his own precum, fucking his tongue deep in his mouth like he wants to feed him something else

“keep that nice and wet for me, darling,” price croons, smug pride lacing his words, and he cries out as he gives a fond departing polish to his cockhead just to watch his knees go weak and leaves him like that; hard and wanting

ghost digs his head into the shelf behind him, his breaths quick and ragged. he licks the taste of spit and precum off his lips and tucks his cock up into his waistband; there’s no fucking way that’s going down anytime soon

nik is far less subtle and even less shameless. ghost’s lost count of the number of privates he’s sent scrambling around base to find him, all of them breathless and slightly frightened of the russian asset they’re not entirely sure actually has the authority to give them orders

it never stops him from using them to call him into the hanger bay under the guise of working on his black hawk and nik barely waits for them to leave before he’s bending him over the floor of the cabin, leaving his legs to hang out the door. he shucks his cargos down to tangle around his ankles and palms his balls, rolling and weighing them like he can feel the build up of cum filling them up; batting at them just to watch the heavy swing

ghost bites back a groan as he thumbs over his hole, a dry rub making him twitch and cant his hips back; hissing as it drags his cock over the cold metal floor

“don’t get too excited,” nik chides, and he almost whines when his thumb leaves his hole to dig into his taint, his cock jumping beneath him. “i just want to play with my toys.”

only his will keeps the anticipatory throb of his balls and the knot in his gut at bay

like he always has

ghost’s on a knife’s edge when the night finally comes

it starts the way most of their scenes go; with ghost naked and on his knees, hands clasped behind his back as he stares up at the majesty that is nik and price devouring each other. they fit together like art; fat-softened muscle and dark hair over scarred skin, slotting together with decades of touch guiding their hands and mouths

nik’s hand caresses up his thigh, digging in just the right way to make price growl, and hooks his leg over his hip; splaying his already soaked, hairy pussy wide

“let’s get started, shall we?” he purrs and ghost needs less to hear the order in the suggestion; rearing up on his knees to bury his nose in price’s plush arse and slurp the slick from his cunt, wrapping his lips around his cock with a moan that makes price’s hips jerk and slick drip down his chin

he sits beneath them as nik fucks him like that, tongue out and drooling down his throat, waiting to catch the slick and cum that spills from price’s gaping pussy as nik pounds him

at some point, he ends up riding nik, his hands braced behind him on his thighs as he tries to focus on the rhythm and not the wet sound of price’s fingers rubbing his cunt; watching nik’s cock fuck up into his wet hole and his balls throb at their joint moan when he empties inside him

he fucks and is fucked, eats out price’s cunt as hungrily as he eats nik’s arse, his tongue curling around both their cocks and makes them cum over and over while dutifully keeping his hands away from himself and does whatever they ask of him until even nik’s legendary stamina is spent

he pants heavily, rubbing the last drops of his cum into ghost’s lips and ghost is still hard; his cock practically bruise-purple, precum, nik’s cum and price’s slick soaking his pubes and dripping all over him but he was good

he held on and he did it by himself

“c’mere, love,” price beckons, legs splaying wide to show off his puffy, well-fucked cunt; nik’s cum spilling down his taint. “you ‘ave somethin’ i want.”

ghost crawls over him, his whole body trembling from withheld desire, and sinks his teeth into his lip as nik reaches under him to grasp his cock. he notches his cockhead against price’s hole, dragging it up and down his cunt, spreading cum and slick and making them both so wet it makes his stomach swoop

“make even more of a mess of him for us,” he orders and he lets out a full-throated moan as he sinks into the heat of price’s pussy; nik’s filthy laughter echoing in his ears as he immediately fucks wildly into him

“that’s it,” price growls, rocking with the force of his thrusts, and braces his hand on the headboard. “good fucking boy; come on, give it to me.”

he wants to. fuck, he wants to more than anything

ghost’s been holding on for so long, months of strict control and denial and now he’s allowed to cum again it’s like his body’s just- forgotton how? he’s trying so hard to be good and cum for them; sweat’s dripping down his face and he’s thrusting so deep and so hard and he’s so tense but he just can’t reach it

his fingers dig into the sheets, the material stretching and tearing under his grip. he’s so overstimulated it hurts; the push and pull of his foreskin over his cockhead with every thrust inside price an almost nauseating pain, skin too tight, his glans too sensitive, the smack of his balls on his taint gone from a familiar sting to an abrasive heat like touching fresh road rash. but he’s right there, it’s just out of reach; he has to cum, he has to, he has to, he has-

“hey, hey, come on, s’alright; you’re alright,” price hushes and ghost gasps in a strangled breath

he doesn’t know when he stopped breathing

he hooks his legs around his thighs, trapping them with his own to slow down his wild bucking. “settle down a little, darlin’.”

“ghost, breathe,” nik soothes as he gradually slows him into a soft, deep grind that’s gentle and good on them both; ghost’s cock cradled deep inside his wet warmth, so fucked out he barely tightens around him

ghost’s mouth falls out of its tense grimace, teeth finally parting as he tries to catch his breath

“see? that’s it; nice an’ slow.” price cups his nape, bringing him down to press his forehead to his. “talk to us, love.”

“it’s… i need to cum,” he grits out

nik splays over his back, gently pressing him down, and ghost’s arms collapse. he gathers them in his own, winding them under price’s shoulders in an embrace; his weight pressing him down into him, grounding, safe. “you can, little love; you’ve done beautifully for us. you can let go now.”

“i- i can’t, it’s… it’s too m-much-“ his voice breaks, frantically shaking his head. “fuck, it hurts, nik- price- i can’t, i can’t-”

“yes, you can,” he promises, petting his huge hands over his sides. “we have you; you have been good for us for so long, you’re allowed to let go.”

“we’ve got you, love,” price whispers

they keep whispering to him, bracing him between them, held in their loving arms. they help him move when his legs finally give out; price’s legs guiding his own, nik’s hands cupping his ass to push him into long, soft strokes, his thumbs brushing lightly over his inner cheeks. their voices in his ears, their touch so gentle and grounding and patient and the knot that’s been building in his gut for months winds tighter and tighter-

and ghost shatters apart

he slowly blinks his eyes open some unknowable time later, stinging with sweat and tears; his throat aching like he’s been screaming. he’s still clinging to price, panting for breath, his lower half completely numb

fingers run through his curls, brushing them back from his damp forehead. “with us, little love?” nik murmurs, soft just in case

he pushes out some kind of noise and price huffs a relieved laugh, his chest shaking beneath him, and presses a kiss to his cheek. “that was beautiful, darlin’. we knew you could do it.”

“you really filled him up,” nik adds in a gentle tease, pressing a matching kiss to the soft space behind his ear. “did us proud.”

ghost groans as it makes his aching cock jump inside price and he feels the hot rush of cum spill out around his cock; fully soft for the first time in months

“don’t mess with him,” price chides and brushes his thumb over his cheekbone, guiding him to hide in the crook of his neck. “he’s spoiled us; he deserves a break.”

“mm, he has,” he agrees and ghost moans into price’s throat as his hands dig into his back, massaging out the deep, lingering pain in his tense muscles. “no cages needed for our perfect, good boy.”

#so real talk i both really like this and really dont lmao #i like how its written and its literally a bunch of my kinks in one fic #but i dont like sub ghost that much? and i feel like i would like it so much more if ghost wasnt subbing #but thats how i wrote it so i only have myself to blame lmao #i just cant really tell how good it is bc theres that little disconnect of me thinking this could be so much better if it was sub soap #but i have a feeling all the sub ghost truthers will like it #if it was by itself i reckon i wouldve made their dynamic a bit more even but bc it was already connected to the other part in my head #i couldnt separate it into its own thing #im still happy with it i guess this is just an experience of writing something not for me lmao #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #we’re a team. ghost team #nikpriceghost #nikprice #nikghost #priceghost #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #captain john price #john price #price cod #cod nikolai #cod nik #nik cod #nikolai cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii

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kettlefire · 11 months ago

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Time forgets most (DPxDC)

I've been getting too many brain worms that I need to clear out the cramp space that is my idea vault. In doing so, I'm just posting off-handed, random things I've typed up at work. (Partly so my drafts don't just end up like my vault). Without further ado, a much too too long post

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The movement of time is a much too complex thing for many to understand. The knowledge that time was not perfectly linear. The past did not simply stay in the past. The future is not simply something to look forward to. The present is not simply a fleeting moment.

Time is a complex web. Every point in time, connected to another point in time. A never-ending mess of webs and connections. Things that are to be. Things that can be. Things that are being. Things that will never see the light of day in this universe.

Despite what some may want to believe, Time has no master. Time does not yield to any singular being. That did not mean that Time didn't need a helping hand. A guiding hand to help keep the chaos of time to something just a little more... fluid.

The being came to exist well before the universe had. The being was festered, taught, and nurtured in a small pocket dimension. A small space just like an incubator.

Until the world blossomed around it. Life started to grow. Time kept moving. Living organisms found untimely deaths. Evolved, learned, and grew into the new space around it.

When the first little creature crawled out of the water, Time's keeper was let free. A bumbling little thing, breaming with life and curiosity.

Just like everything else in the world, this keeper wasn't safe from time. It still moved. Brought forth problems and adventures.

As time continued to tick. Moving in every direction, the keeper continued to age. Unlike the rest of the universe, the keeper didn't age the same as others.

Some days, he was nothing but a small boy, frolicking in a field of flowers and bees. Other days, he was a strong middle-aged man. Pulling the strings in just the right way, pushing for a timeline that felt right.

On days that have been happening much more often. He was but a crippled old man, hunched over his staff, and dropping much needed wisdom on the young lives around him.

Being the keeper of time wasn't an easy feat. Being completely out of time, experiencing things in broken order. There was only a clear start, and a jumble of things that followed.

The keeper was content with his life. Watching over the world as it grew and blossomed. He was content with his special kind of solitude.

That was until he saw the boy. In the webs of moments, the keeper's gaze had found him. A boy much too young, suddenly with powers much too great thrusted upon him.

The keeper watched the scenes play out. The tears, laughter, humiliation, triumph, and pain. He watched as the boy's family was ripped from him. Watched the twisted attempt at fixing his life, only for it to go horribly wrong.

He watched the bloodshed and chaos that erupted. The lives ripped apart and destroyed. Not a single sign of life left behind.

Then he watched as the boy, no, not a boy anymore. The keeper watched as the monster tore through the fabric of time. Ripped its way through the thin veils that divided the universes.

Universes that had never known the boy's existence were torn to shreds to. A flight driven with pain and anger.

Despite the keeper having seen the boy turn into such a monster. He could see it in the beast's eyes. The deep-seated need for a family, a life. To be loved.

Something about the boy's life, his story, spoke to the keeper. He found himself reaching out into the web of lives and moments. Finding the moment when things went the most wrong for the boy.

Just like that, the keeper had inserted himself into a life. He pulled the boy out of the cruel stream of time. Filled the boy with the knowledge he needed. Let the boy see just what could happen if he let it.

The keeper of time was soon a simple mentor. A simple deity looking out for the world. Taking on the mantel of Clockwork and finding a new purpose for his life.

A young boy's life has been flipped upside down two times now. And there were certainly more to come. This time, the boy wasn't alone. He had a guiding hand, and a communtiy behind him.

The keeper, no, Clockwork watched with a strange pride and happiness he hadn't felt in a long time. The boy was quickly surrounded by a family that helped him navigate his new powers.

Clockwork, alongside many of the other ghostly beings, watched on with pride as the young boy grew into a strong young man. Mastering powers, taking a stand, and making their home safe.

Despite the best efforts, time always beings problems.

It was one thing for Clockwork. He was the keeper of time. His life has reason to exist as long as time exists. Which will always be. His purpose was infinite.

But this boy... Danny wasn't like Clockwork. He was still partially human and terrified of losing his humanity. Danny's story had to come to an end, it's how time works.

Except, Danny wasn't in the timeline anymore. Clockwork had ensured that, pulled Danny into a separate timeline. An unaccounted for timeline.

He couldn't live here forever, not the way that Clockwork could. Danny needs a life, a family, a place, a purpose. He was still human.

It took more effort than Clockwork would have liked. He had to cash in favors from other deities that he hadn't spoken to in centuries.

It took a combined effort of everyone who cared for the little halfa. The strange boy that teeter on the line between life and death. The boy who had freed the Zone from a tyrant. Who wanted nothing more than for everyone to live a happy and filled life/afterlife.

Getting the magic and spells right was the hard part. But finding the location was easy. A beautiful planet just on the edge of the Milky Way. Unlikely to be disturbed or hurt.

The planet was undiscovered, primative even. Far enough from humans that Clockwork was certain Danny wouldn't be bothered. Only one species lived on that planet. Along the jungle like fauna, and in the water.

Cute little guys, barely bigger than two feet long and one foot tall. There was no name, no knowledge about them. Aside from Clockwork analyzing their way of life.

A simple cycle. They were born, they aged, they played, fed, mated, and then died. A simple but content life.

The aliens weren't unsettling. At least not to anyone who has seen more creatures than what Earth has to offer. It is a strange combination between frog, fish, and squid.

Scurrying around on two legs and four tentacles. A small frog-like face with eyes that seemed to take up half that space. Colors vary from blues to greens to the same sandy brown found at the bottom of the lakes.

Before long, the planet had its own protector. A young boy who once was lost and alone seemed to meld perfectly with these aliens.

Clockwork was always sure of himself. He never let anyone see otherwise. Except, Clockwork hadn't been sure. Not when he had performed the ritual.

As he molded and changed Danny's DNA until the man was a new being entirely. To anyone who didn't know the full story, the boy could easily look related to the aliens.

Gills now painted the sides of his neck, not necessary, but Clockwork felt like it had been. Webbed hands and feet to make transversing the underwater caves even easier. An ethereal, almost siren-like touch to Danny.

It worked out perfectly. Danny settled in easily. Building a routine and bound with the aliens. It hadn't been hard for the little creature to take a liking to him.

Before long, it was routine. Danny would spend most of his time on the planet, watching over his new wards. On some days, he'd portal back to the zone. Spend time with the ghosts and deities that saved his life. To check in on the new govermental system that had been put in place.

It was perfect. Simple and nice. Everyone got complacent. The longer time went on without a hiccup or a problem. The longer Danny was able to rest in his odd solitude. The more people got comfortable.

The more they forgot that time was as cruel as it was forgiving.

It had been just another day cycle. Danny was playing with the most recent litter birth. The first time he had seen the birth, he was more disgusted than anything else.

After the third time, Danny had started getting excited. He looked forward to it. Loved seeing the aliens flourish and grow. Watching them thrive and find more fun in the things Danny creates. Every new fun game or obstacle was always made with the things natural to the planet. Or debris that was caught in its gravitational pull.

Danny was playing with Plop. The little guy got his name, and he always plopped out of the water. Unlike the other aliens, this one didn't crawl out. No, he'd pull himself out of the water with his tentacles, only to plop down on the ground.

Of course, Plop had also been the first alien to approach Danny when he arrived. It's how they formed such a strong bond.

Everything had seemed perfectly fine. The day was rolling along just like it always did. That was until a small group of the more elder aliens suddenly came scurrying into their main cave.

They hadn't waited a second before diving into the water. Danny watched, confused and concerned, as each one of them grabbed one of the young. Before shooting straight into the underwater cave system.

The once bustling and living cave was suddenly eerily quiet and void of any aliens. Leaving behind only the confused Danny in the pool.

At least that's what a certain Green Lantern saw when he followed the trail of retreating aliens.

This planet had been categorized to have no signs of intelligent life. It seemed to have the option to nurture life, but there had been no signs.

When Hal Jordan got word of a seeming spike of activity from the supposedly empty planet, he had added it to his rooster.

A quick peek, just a look into what kind of life might be starting to grow there. The little aliens he had seen were adorable, sure. But they didn't seem all that evolved. Still in their evolutionary journey.

That was until Hal saw him.

Now, Hal was no stranger to running into ethereal beauty. It's what happens when someone interacts with aliens on a basic daily. That was something he was used to.

Except, all his breath seemed to be knocked out of him completely. The cave alone was stunning, a stark contrast from the almost barren surface he had first seen.

A deep, shimmering blue pool that vanished into the rocky space around it. Trees, bushes, and flowers decorate the area. It looked almost too good to be true. Like an oasis in the middle of a desert.

Then there was the being that caught all of Hal's attention. Bright blue eyes that looked like gems, pale blue-tinged skin. Long black and white hair seemed to look almost like the night sky. A deep abyss littered with stars.

The closest thing that Hal's brain supplied was a siren. A beautiful, ethereal creature that lured men to their deaths. As beautiful as it seemed, Hal knew there could easily be danger.

Except, the creature didn't attack or threaten him.

Instead, he seemed almost shy. Mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, sharp deadly teeth flashing in the light with each motion.

Hal had just opened his mouth, taken a hesitant step forward. He wanted to know, and he needed to know how this happened. There wasn't supposed to be an intelligent, sophisticated life on this planet.

The moment Hal's lips parted, the creature let out a trill. A sound that seemed more scared than aggressive. Before suddenly, the beautiful creature vanished into the pool.

Hal moved before he could think, rushing to the edge of the pool. He peered into the crystal clear water, just in time to take the webbed feet of the creature vanish into a tunnel.

Now that left Hal with two options. He could either report this and wait for backup...

Or...

He could jump inside. The ring would protect him, and his lungs would be fine. Perks of being a Green Lantern.

That option seemed much more tempting to Hal. Nothing about this scream an outright threat. He felt more like a strange imposing on someone's home. A home that was meant for safety and protection of the young.

Yet, the shimmering water seemed to be calling to Hal. Something in him was trying to push him to get inside. To find the beautiful creature and learn more. Learn how this happened.

Without realizing it, Hal Jordan sealed his fate the moment he dipped a finger into the cool pool. Rippling the steady surface just slightly.

Just enough to get him wrapped up in the strange web created by time and its keeper.

#danny phantom #fandom things #fandom #danny fenton #phandom #dc x dp #dp x dc au #dp x dc crossover #dc comics #dc hal jordan #hal jordan #dc green lantern #green lantern #long post #I love all the posts that evolves Danny into something more than just a halfa #I've been having this idea of Siren!Danny #We're gonna ignore the fact that I got the idea for this from a Ghostsoap fic #I also like to blame the Circe saga from Epic the musical #Please I'm so whipped by that musical #I can't get over Circe and Odysseus' songs #Anyways Hal was ready to die for Danny at just one look #after he manages to get closer #to see Danny take care of and nuture the aliens #it's over for Hal #“I've only know this weirdly ethereal man for five minutes. but if anything happens to him I'm killing everyone in the room and then myself”#if it's not clear enough this is very much adult Danny who technically lived through millenniums but still just looks to be in his twenties #I love this idea sm even if I don't do much for it #I mean come on #I would kill to have art of Hal meeting Danny as my wallpaper #Time forgets most AU

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