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thevoidstaredback · 15 days

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Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant

Listen. It was an accident. He didn't mean to! It just kinda happened.

So maybe he brought a drink with enough caffeine in it to kill an elephant within a few minutes, and maybe he forgot to put the sleeve on his cup so he could tell it apart from the others, but it's not his fault! He didn't think anyone else was going to have the exact same Yeti cup as him! It's not like he'd seen any of the others carry one before. Besides, he worked with superheros. They should be smart enough to check before drinking someone else's drink.

Danny had been summoned by the Justice League Dark a few years back in order to help with a world ending crisis and he just didn't leave. It's not like he could go anywhere anyway. His ghost half hadn't grown past fourteen and his human half had stopped visibly aging at eighteen. He'd had to leave town as Danny Fenton, but he'd stayed in Amity Park as Danny Phantom. When his parents died of old age, thank god, he'd closed down the portal, stuck around for a few more years, before traveling the world as Danny Fenton.

Anyway, he'd taken up residence in the House of Mysteries after the JLD had summoned him. Constantine, at first, had been wary, but he and the rest of the JLD had grown to accept him. He was an honorary member of the team.

At some point, just after Robin had become Red Robin, Danny had been introduced to the Justice League. He liked those guys, too, and worked with them sometimes. Though, he usually only went to bug them.

Red Robin had been very interested in the fact that his was fourteen and working with grown heros, like he was one to talk, but Danny hadn't explained anything other than saying that he had died and come back. The following conversation was an interesting one that lead to Danny knowing that Nightwing was the Batman he'd met and that Batman was lost somewhere. He'd confirmed that the man was not dead, but he hadn't offered to help look for him. He probably should have, in retrospect.

Back on topic! Everyone in the JLD knew not to touch Danny's drink. They'd all seen him make it before and had been horrified on varying degrees. It's not like it could kill him. He's already half dead! So long as he only drank this specific brew as Phantom, he'd be fine.

The Justice League, apparently, didn't get the memo. He blames Constantine because Zatanna and Raven can do no wrong. No, John, he's not biased.

The point is, Red Robin just had a sip of Danny's drink. The horror he now felt was akin to the fear he held when he'd told his parents he was Phantom. (An interaction that had gone very well, thank you very much.)

Danny knew the exact moment that the vigilante realized he grabbed the wrong drink. His eyes widened to an astonishing degree, and, if he'd been able to seen his eyes behind the mask, Danny knew that the man's pupils would've completely overtaken the irises. His hands started shaking, too. Oh, no. The man's already addicted to hellish amounts of coffee. This is only going to make it worse!

Quickly, and without drawing any attention, thank the Ancients, Danny rushed over. "You, um, you okay, man?" Obviously not, but he tends to talk when he's anxious and he was certainly anxious right now. He could've possibly just killed a man via poison!

"What the fuck is in this coffee?" Red Robin asked, going to take another sip.

Danny pulled the Yeti from his hand and gave him the proper one. "Enough caffeine to kill an elephant."

"Obviously not, seeing as I'm still alive."

"Yeah, I can't tell if that's a good thing or not."

"Excuse me?"

"I-I mean-! I didn't-! You know what I mean." Caffeine is poisonous in excess, and his drink was way beyond excess, but it's the only thing that works for him as a ghost! Superpowered metabolism and all that.

"Do I?" The laugh in his voice answered for him. He took a sip from his drink and frowned at it. "I don't think any coffee will ever be enough again."

"And that's my cue to get my drink very far away from you." Danny turned, fully intent on moving to the other side of the room. Besides, the meeting was going to start as soon as the Flash and Kid Flash arrived, which would be soon. Something about one of their Rouges getting out?

"What?" Red Robin asked, "Why?" If he was a little desperate to get another sip of that coffee, he'd rather not acknowledge it.

"Because you don't need anymore lethal coffee," he muttered, "The sip you took will already keep you awake for three days at least, and it probably jump started an addiction. Best to stop it now. Besides, I need to go have my crisis on how the hell you're still alive after even a sip of this stuff."

"Again, rude." The bird themed vigilante crossed his arms as best he could while holding his cup. "If it's so dangerous, why do you drink it?"

Danny took a deliberate sip as he locked eyes with the technically younger man. "I'm dead. I don't need to worry about my heart stopping or having a seizure."

"Excuses."

"No, it's not 'excuses'. I'm saving your life."

"You're a kid. If I can't have that coffee, then you shouldn't be having it."

"First, I'm older than you. Second, I already told you: I'm dead. This isn't going to hurt me. Third, you can't tell me what to do."

"There's no way you're older than me. You're like, ten."

"I'm thirty-eight!" He balked, "I only look fourteen because I died when I was fourteen. We've been over this."

Neither noticed the entire Justice League looking at them. The two they were waiting on had arrived a few minutes ago and everyone was ready to start the meeting, but they'd been distracted by the two's conversation. Was that true? Had Phantom really died so young? They'd all been made aware he was not living, but they didn't think he'd died so young! Though, that was probably the denial speaking.

The Justice League Dark had been fully aware of this and didn't really bat an eye. Though, someone should probably get this meeting started. A potentially world ending threat was the topic, and that was a pretty important thing to discuss.

Captain Marvel was the first to pull himself together, though that was only after Atlas and Zeus had mentally slapped him out of his stupur. "As, ah, riveting as this conversation is," he stepped between the two boys- er, boy and man? "we really need to start this meeting."

Batman did not clear his throat because he'd not lost his voice in the first place. "He's right. Everyone take your seats."

Part 2

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ashtronomyys · 9 months

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Too Much (+18)

18+ MDNI John "Soap MacTavish x Simon "Ghost" Riley Size difference lovers come get ya'll's juice! Basically just Simon being too big for Johnny and Johnny losing himself on Simon. Hope ya'll enjoy <3

They had been going at it for over an hour now, Simon slowly working Johnny open on the ends of his fingers, pulling all kinds of moans out of the sergeant. He had worked two, then three fingers inside of him, brushing them against his prostate and reveling in the way he arched back against his hand.

"Lt.... c'mon already! I can take it!" Aggravation seeped into Johnny's voice as he egged him on. Simon chuckled to himself.

"Patience, baby. Gotta take it nice and slow," he dragged out the last vowel in tune with the rhythm of his fingers. "We don't want to hurt you now, do we?" He punctuated the question by pressing down on Johnny's insides. The man yelped into the pillow he had fisted under him, another shameless groan getting muffled by the fabric.

"Fucking bastard," he had sighed into the sheets. Simon continued working him open until, finally, his partner relaxed into the sheets. The breaths escaping his chest having slowed down and his back and shoulders finally resting onto the mattress. Ever the impatient man, the lieutenant often found himself having to reign Johnny in, lest he hurt himself in his eagerness. This usually resulted in Simon working him over until he melted into his touch hours into the night. And enduring several complaints along the way.

He reached back for another pump of the lube, most of the bottle's contents already used on the sergeant's hole. As he pulled the thick digits out of him, Simon felt his own dick throb at the sight of Johnny's hairy ass open and clenching at the air, practically begging for something to clamp down on. With Johnny a pliant, open mess under him, Simon finally lined himself up and slowly pushed at his entrance.

The head of his cock was gradually enveloped by the tight warmth, both men openly moaning into the space at the sensation. Simon reached around to hold one of Johnny’s arm behind his back, grabbing and holding onto his hand. He used the ferocity of Johnny's grip to gauge when it became too much for the sergeant. More often than not, he'd become an incoherent mess of cries and whining during this next part.

Now, Johnny wasn't inexperienced by any means. In fact, when flirting between the two had veered further beyond the line of what was deemed appropriate between colleagues, he would proudly purr into Simon's ear about how he'd wrap himself all along Simon's length. The cocky arrogance and lopsided smirk thrown his way would send Simon into a tailspin out on the field.

All that arrogance went out the window though when Johnny, at last, got his hands on Simon's cock. Johnny was a sizeable man in his own right, tall and defined with muscles covering every inch of him. But next to Simon, he nearly looked like a dwarf. Simon TOWERED over him, with just as if not MORE muscle than him. He easily tossed him around on the training field, his hoodies draped over his arms and legs, and his hands completely shrouded his. And the daunting length and girth of his cock sent shivers down Johnny's spine. It took both his hands to wrap around it, left him gasping and chocking when he tried to swallow it, and honestly just did not fit in him yet.

It had been a work in progress trying to get him used to all the length. Johnny kept trying to apologize when they first started, but Simon shushed him every time. He'd damned-well tried his hardest, and he had been such a good, pliant lover with him. Simon was just simply too BIG for Johnny.

Despite that, they'd made good progress so far. The gradual push into him went smoother and smoother each time. Simon's hand kneaded circles into Johnny's hip as he steadily thrust forward. His hand seized every so often and Simon stilled to let him adjust, deep guttural moans escaping Johnny's lips.

They make it to about halfway down his cock before he feels Johnny's hand shoot up to grab his wrist. "Fuck, hold on! Don't--Agh!"

"Y'Alright? Need me to pull out?" Simon freezes, not wanting to add to the sensitivity by moving.

"Nae, nae. Just...--Ah, fuckin' Christ Si." He sits up on all fours, looking back at Simon and lets out a drained laugh. "Ah'm good. Just give me a second."

He gets a hum in response. "Take as much time as you need." A soft grin spreads across Simon's face as he locks eyes with his sergeant. His hair sticks out in various places and there's a light layer of sweat on his forehead. But there's still that bright glint in his eye reserved just for him.

He doesn't dare move, but /fuck/ is it tempting with the way he stares back at him. His breathing evens out and Simon drinks in the view of him leaning back down. Broad, muscled back giving way to the lithe dips of his waist, and coming down to the built, round ass currently clutched onto the better half of him.

He allows his hands to roam over Johnny's body, lets out a low groan as he fondles the tanned flesh. God, even his hands seem to make the man look smaller. Black skeleton gloves nearly able to cover the entire expanse of his ass.

"You're so perfect for me, Johnny." Simon cups his right cheek, slaps down on the meat of it before rubbing the irritated skin. "Why don't you take over for a bit, hm? Show me how much you love riding this cock for me."

It sounds like it's a go if the wanton moan Johnny lets out is anything go by. Simon chuckles as he watches Johnny start to rock back against him, his fist curling under him and finding his own dick to stroke. The hot, slick hole slowly rises to the head before achingly bearing slowly back down on him. His hole strains around the girth, sheathing and locking him into the warm, velvet embrace. They both lose themselves in the sensation as Johnny begins to fervently lose himself on Simon's cock.

"Yeah, that's it love. So good for me..." Simon's groans hit a new pitch when the angle is switched and his head presses along his inner walls. What they may lack when it comes to accommodating his body, Johnny more than a hundred times makes over for in enthusiasm. It doesn't even matter that he can't take the full length right now. He's a man of many skills, and he knows how to make the lieutenant see stars in a matter of minutes regardless.

Besides, he has to admit that part of him finds the thought that he's too much to be so fucking hot. Some perverted part of his brain turned on by the thought that he's breaking Johnny in. Revels in watching the rim of him stretch beyond its limits around his cock, the tears and spit falling down his chin from the exertion of wrapping his lips around him, and the way he leaves him a gaping, open mess afterwards.

And God, does Johnny love it too, evidenced by the way he keeps coming back for more. Spurred on by promises murmured over comms, making it his mission to take him in even further than last time. Nearly hurting himself in his haste. It almost feels like he's corrupting him in a way. Here he is, a bright beacon of joy and sunshine to everyone he comes across. He lights up any room he walks in with his charm and good looks. He could have anybody he wants, find love with anyone more suited for him. And yet here he was, losing his mind with Simon, the Ghost, of all people. Crying and moaning so loudly on a dick far too large for him that anybody walking by in the hallway would hear them. Hear the way his happy-go-lucky sergeant was splitting himself open on just a fraction of his full length.

Simon firmly gripes his waist, hands nearly wrapping all the way around him and carefully bucks forward against his body, testing the waters and gauging his reaction. Immediately, his body shivers underneath him. Simon moves barely an inch more into Johnny and the loud cry he lets out pitches up into a gasp. It takes little to no effort on his part to overwhelm the sergeant and have him crying into the pillow. Simon can't help but feel a sense of pride fill his chest, his ego being stroked by the whines that leave Johnny's lips. He splays his hand out onto Johnny's back and leans over him.

"Fucking hell Johnny, do you hear yourself? Practically broken on only half of me." Simon can feel the deep groan rumble throughout Johnny's chest in response.

He wraps his arms around his front and leans them both back to sit back against his chest, his upper body trapping the sergeant. "Makes me wonder how wrecked you'll sound when I finally get all the way inside you." Simon licks and nips at the curve of his neck and starts thrusting into Johnny.

"Holy Fuuck S-Si," he whimpers. One of Johnny's hand claws at Simon's forearms, the other reaching behind and try to find purchase. His right hand finds Simon's neck and cards through his hair, tugging a fistful of it with every thrust.

"Fuck Lt--so fucking big-Ah!" His voice falters as Simon slides his hand down between his legs, giving him a few playful swirls around the head before starting a rhythmic pace.

"You love it though," he remarks.

"Ahh, yeah I do. Want ye to fucking break me with it." The challenge elicits a possessive growl out of Simon. "Don't tempt me, sergeant."

Said sergeant actually has the gall to look back at him with a brazen stare. "Try me, Lt." There's a fire hidden behind those eyes as he winks and bucks into his grasp.

Goddamn snarky bastard.

Simon fulfills his request by sliding his grip down to his hips and knocking that sly grin on his face off with the drive of his thrust. Johnny began to howl and shout his name as Simon jackhammers as much as he can into him. He braces one palm onto the bed while the other goes back to his now abandoned dick jumping below them. He's unabashedly whining at the continued onslaught, sinfully arching his body towards Simon's touch.

"Taking that cock so--fucking--well for me, Johnny!" Each syllable was punctuated by another slam into him.

"Fuuck Si! I-Ah'--Ah!" The sergeant was becoming more and more of a sniveling mess by the minute. Tears streamed down his face and he had nearly ripped a hole in the bedspread from clawing at it.

Another few minutes of the bombardment and Johnny's head began to loll forward, the man seeming to lose a bit of strength. He had half the mind to stop and check on him, his pace faltering for a moment to give Johnny a breather. "Johnny? You solid?"

It took another bated breath for him to turn and face behind him. Johnny's hair was in a complete disarray, water pooled in his tear ducts, and his blown out pupils were lined with red. He looked like he was in shambles. But yet, he was still able to give a cocky smirk over his shoulder.

"Mhm, hell yeah Lt. Don't want t' stop til ye've finished off inside me," he teased. The sight of the man with his tear-streaked face bucking backwards on his dick was downright obscene. "Wanna feel ye pump yer load inside me."

"Fucking Christ.."

If there was any trepidation left in Simon's body, it was gone now. He picked up a fierce rhythm, pumping unforgivingly while the other man lost it on him. They were unabashed in their chase of ecstasy, letting every moan that rose in them fill the room. Johnny especially was being shameless with the sounds that escaped him, the creaking of the metal bed frame and his shrieks having a competition on who could be the loudest. At the rate he was going, he'd probably wake the whole base up with his shouting and pleas for more.

Not that either of them cared at this point, teetering too far close to the edge to care about anything else other than the friction between them. Simon chases after the feeling, swaying his pelvis to grind down on Johnny's prostate. The unrelenting pressure on that sweet spot finally sends him over the edge, face falling onto the bed and biting down on the pillow. His orgasm causes him to clamp down on Simon, his hole becoming impossibly tighter. It's not long after that he follows suit right behind him. He pushes in as deep as Johnny's body will allow him and rides out the wave after wave of searing pleasure.

It takes them a few minutes of labored breathing before they're ready to move. Johnny's the first to break, gradually getting more antsy and slowly pulling himself up. Simon helps pull himself out, sitting back on his heels to watch the way his spent dick leaves Johnny's hole gaping open. He watches a string of his load steadily spill out of him and drip onto the sheets. Simon grabs a handful of his ass and leans down, lapping up the remainder that continues to fall. The act sends shivers through Johnny's body.

"Alright ye fuckin' horn-dog, ease up," the voice that comes out sounds particularly rough. He languidly rolls over and laughs into the palm of his hand as he looks back at Simon. "So, how far'd we get that time?" he asks. Simon looks down at his half-hard erection and points to where he made it, a shy smirk on his face. His fingers point to a little past the halfway point, just under three quarters of the way down.

Johnny groans out of frustration. "Ah, come on! Tha's ridiculous. What the hell was yer mother feeding you!?" They both break at the outburst, Johnny's face lights up at the way Simon throws back his head in a full body laugh.

"Hey, you did pretty good, Soap! We'll get there someday, we've got plenty a' time."

"Not before ye kill me with that fuckin' thing," he playfully knocks his leg into Simon's side. He reaches for a glass of water on the nightstand while Simon laughs at him, downing most of the water in one go. "Steamin' Jesus Si. Ah'm gonna be walking bow-legged all week!"

The lieutenant just shakes his head, the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile as he falls down to straddle the man's side. "Believe you were the one that asked for that. 'Want Ye to break me in' if I'm not mistaken?" Simon plays up the Scottish accent in his mocking tone.

"Awh, shut up and go to sleep ya bampot," the name-calling is emphasized by an elbow to the side. It doesn't hold much strength though, as the Scotsman's eyes are already drooping from exhaustion.

Simon squeezes Johnny into his side, hums with delight as he rests his head on his chest. "Alright, alright, I'll quit teasing you." He presses a kiss to the top of his mohawk. "G'night love." Johnny barely manages to murmur a good night before he's already out cold.

Simon gradually relaxes into the mattress, relishing in the endorphins coursing through his body and gently stroking his lover's back. As fatigue finally begins to overtake him, he reminisces on the whirlwind that is Johnny. Behind closed eyes, he secretly thanks the universe for dropping this mad little ball of trouble into his life.

And he thanks the universe for letting him ruin him time and time again.

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#soapghost #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x john soap mactavish #ash writings #Welp #I've officially fallen down the rabbit hole LMAO #First time writing something like this so hopefully I did the topic justice!#I should be back to writing fluff soon I just had to get this out of my system #ghoap

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