pair. simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader, price appearance at the end
summ. you ask ghost to crack your back one day and it becomes a regular occurrence
gen. fluff, suggestive ending
tw. swearing, suggestive
wc. 0.7k+
note. here's this i guess lol it was written in a sitting on my phone so. also heavily ib by @/rawmeprice and my insane back pain :)
- you're having your usual awkward exchange with ghost about his paperwork as you're both kind of socially inept. you're sitting all neatly behind your desk working diligently as always. meanwhile, ghost is manspreading as he sits in front of your desk, hands lazily resting on his thighs. he's actually comfortable here since he knows you're far from a threat and just from the amount of times he's been here before.
- ghost, of course, notices right away that something seems off. you keep making faces then catching yourself as well as moving in your chair like you're kind of in pain. he knows when someone is in pain. but you don't mention it so he doesn't either. he also doesn't really know you that well, personally that is.
- when you do eventually speak up and it's not you just saying that you're done and he can leave, his ears perk up as his back straightens in the chair.
- "um," your brows knit together as you look at him, eyes off that computer screen of yours that you're always looking at when he's here. "do you think you could crack my back?" you just come out with it bluntly, might as well just get a quick no then stutter over yourself trying to explain why you're asking him and reassuring him he can just say no.
- "sure." he says it before you can even process that you'd asked him despite thinking about it since the moment he stepped into your office.
- your eyes widen as you look at him for a minute but you quickly scramble out of your chair as he stands from his. he then kind of looks expectantly at you.
- "um, just like bear hug me or something. i think that should work," you say which does nothing to change his ever-present stare.
- "where on your back?" he asks since you don't seem to be getting his message with his eyes.
- "um." you turn around and point out the area in your back and he grunts in the affirmative at you then giving a nod.
- "c'mere." he motions with his hand before opening his arms wide.
- you sort of tentatively step forward as you realize he could probably crush you to death if he wanted but honestly that sounds kind of good and you're walking into his hold, wrapping your arms back around him.
- his arms tighten around you before lifting you up and as soon as your feet are off the ground, your back pops and in more than one place.
- you kind of moan and groan at the feeling without thinking since it's so sudden and it feels so good. you quickly realize and are mortified.
- ghost simply chuckles as he sets you down. "that good, huh?" he asks.
- you don't know him so you were more than convinced that he wasn't capable of humor yet here he was.
- your cheeks are flush from embarrassment but you nod your head at him, lips pressed together tightly. "sorry," you practically squeak out.
- he waves you off, "'s'fine."
- "um, thank you also," you follow up with.
- you swear he might have smiled just a little bit under his mask, you swear! well, at least his eyes soften a little. "no problem," he says simply.
- fast forward a couple months and ghost cracking your back is a normal thing. a few more months and him working out knots as you look over his paperwork is fairly routine.
- that, of course, leads to price who's looking for you, heading to your office and stopping in his tracks when he hears you moaning, groaning, grunting all kinds of noises. but then he hears a deep voice, one that's a little too familiar grunting too and saying things like: "how's tha' feel? feel good?" "just a little more. ah. there you go." "just hold still." "you did so good. there you go. rest for a minute, love."
- what the actual fuck, price thinks. his lieutenant is fucking his admin? jesus.
- he's about to just leave when ghost steps out. and, of course, he questions his lieutenant on about just what he heard.
- "oh, they just have me crackin' their back. s'all," ghosts answers casually as if his captain didn't just hear what he did.
- but ghost is being completely honest. you're just a noisy little thing. the fact that he gets a half chub from it isn't his captain's or your business just yet.
- he'll get there someday. for now he enjoys this little weekly ritual.
note. JUST saw venom the last dance. venom come home the chickens miss you. also am alive. writing is hard :/
Venom takes a while to get warmed up to you and used to you which was difficult because for most of that time you didn't know he existed. But through Eddie's friendliness with you and months of living in the same mostly cramped New York apartment, Venom grew a little attached.
"Eddddiieee!" He grumbles, about the hundredth time this week. Oh, poor Eddie.
"What is it this time?" Eddie hisses, already feeling his brain melting out of his ears from all of this new work. Spider-Man. The guy is impossible to get a read on and apparently Eddie's boss is obsessed with any information or pictures of the arachnid he can get. What his boss sees he really doesn't get.
"Look!" He shouts, contributing more to the mind melting. "The thing..." Venom says as if the little black fluff of a creature you're holding is alien entity. Oh, the irony.
You stand across the living room from the two, holding up your cat, kissing her cheek, cooing over the creature that Venom has deemed evil. (Definitely not out of jealousy, no).
"Y/n's cat?" Eddie asks despite already knowing where this is going. He's heard it all week. Every time you show your cat affection, Venom is practically crying over the lack of attention and care toward him.
Venom growls lowly like a disgruntled animal. "That should be me, Eddie. I can be a little black ball."
Eddie laughs at that. His companion might be insufferable sometimes but never ill intentioned. Although he had suggested eating the little cat at first but Eddie made it clear that was not an option and Venom grew to understand your attachment to the little black ball that isn't him. But he's still upset about it.
"I could be a good girl, Eddie. What does that puny thing with creepy eyes have over me?"
Eddie laughs again. "Fur." He answers, looking over at Venom as he emerges from his shoulder.
"Not funny." Venom grumbles, loud enough for you to hear.
You carefully set your cat down onto the couch before turning to the two, looking at them. Eddie averts his gaze back to his laptop but Venom seems to be staring straight at you. It's not unusual behavior for the symbiote, really, but it's always unnerving. Just a little.
"You alright, V?" You ask him, using the same nickname Eddie had first called him.
Eddie and Venom briefly internally argue before the symbiote speaks and voices his feelings. "I am not okay!"
That makes you furrow your brows and step closer, always willing to hear the alien out.
"I should be pet and kissed and called good." Venom states firmly, moving farther from Eddie and toward you. Your amused grin doesn't help and he's almost offended. "This is not funny. I am serious."
Still slightly confused you step closer and look to Eddie who as always when Venom has demands looks clueless. You look back to Venom whose tendrils slowly reach out. You step closer and let him envelop one of your hands in the black goo you're somehow still not used to.
"Like my cat?" You ask, the puzzles pieces slowly clicking together.
"Yes. Like the thing."
You smile at the nickname and step closer. You look to Eddie again who is still clueless and mostly trying to ignore Venom's antics. With your free hand, you slowly lift it to Venom's head and stroke what closely resembles a cheek. It doesn't take long for him to start purring, practically, and both you and Eddie are surprised he can even do that. Then Eddie's surprise turns into secondhand embarrassment and yours into amusement, affection.
"This is good. But it could be better." Venom rumbles, looking at you almost expectantly.
"You want a kiss?" You ask.
"Yes."
Meanwhile, Eddie internally freaks out at the table.
You lift both hands to Venom's head and they slowly get covered by his tendrils as you lean in and press a soft kiss to his cheek and then another and another just like with your cat. Venom is much more receptive than a cat even your dear cat and if he wasn't already goo, he'd be melting into a puddle.
"Is that better?" You smile softly as you pull away.
Homeless and starving for a Twenty Year Summer Vacation update. Spare a chapter? Anything helps!
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LMAO sorry sorry work has been mad busy and the chapter has been fighting me 🙇♀️ I will work on it today!! 🫡
In the meantime, here’s a little bit of it:
“Heyy, Karalline,” he drawls. “Thanks for the save.”
“Thanks for the heart attack,” she shoots back as she sets his brother down. “Dickhead.”
The second he has his feet, Dick’s lurching to crouch by his younger, bigger brother. Jason grunts and bats away his worried hands, sitting up straighter to frown. “No, that’s him,” he grumbles. “Shitwing, cut it out, I’m fine.”
“You just fell off a ten story building,” Dick snaps back, demanding. “Supergirl said you’re concussed!”
“Supergirl is exaggerating,” Jason groans.
“Supergirl is right here,” Kara points out. Jason squints up at her in the dark as Dick fusses, bright and assessing.
“You good, supertanker?” he asks suddenly as she draws closer, anxious despite herself. “I know you’re, like, super, but you took us through a fucking building and redecorated that whole street.”
“I’m fine,” Kara says, and rolls her eyes. “Unlike some people, my brain doesn’t rattle around in my head. If Batman yells at me, I’m telling him it’s because you almost fell to your doom.”
“You did what to what?” Dick cuts in, brows pinching. “Is that what I heard?”
“Plowed right through like six walls,” Jason says, agreeable. Definitely at least a little concussed, Kara notes as he lifts his hands to whap a fist into his other hand in demonstration. “And put the mother’f’all potholes through ninth.”
Dick swivels his head to blink at her, alarmed, but Kara just shrugs.
In the corners of her senses, Kara can hear the ever-present sirens of Gotham starting to kick up. Can even hear the emergency calls being made, by the owners of the bedroom windows she’d exploded tearing in at lightspeed.
She should do something about that, maybe. Pull the two bats out of dodge and go speak to the police. She can see the headlines now: Supergirl Obliterates Thirty Apartment Windows, Twelve Cars and Lower Office Building and Leaves: Alien Terrorism?
“Don’t do that again,” she tells Jason instead, as sternly as she can. It’s literally been less than five minutes since she woke up crying and she can still kind of see his rancid, leaking guts superimposed over his actual perfectly fine self, despite him almost falling to his death. Holy shit.
“What, fall off a roof? I’ll do my best,” he says dryly, and she indulges in kicking lightly at his thigh. “What happened with King Bitch and his lackeys?”
“Supergirl got them.” Dick shoots her another apologetic little smile. “Thanks for the save, again.”
“Yeah, ‘course,” she says earnestly. “I—”
“You’re wearing boxers,” Jason notes absently.
“Dude,” Kara snaps at him. She still flushes despite herself, but mostly she’s just glad her stupid shirt hadn’t shorn straight off on impact with the road. “I was in bed!”
Dick just sighs. “And you’re definitely concussed. I’m calling the car.”
“No,” Jason protests immediately. “No, because Bruce is gonna be a bitch.”
“You fell off a roof.”
“My stupid grapple jammed!”
“The grapples are not for falling off skyscrapers, to be clear,” Barbara says, and Kara startles for a second before realizing it’s coming from Dick’s ear. “But he can’t hear me, because he blew up his helmet again.”
“Oracle says you’re an idiot,” Dick relays cheerfully. Jason punches him hard in the arm.
“You blew up your helmet?” Kara echoes, alarmed, and Dick laughs.
“Hi, Kara,” Barbara greets, dry as desert sand. “Thanks for saving our idiot.”
“It doubles as a toss grenade,” Jason agrees easily, unaware of the second conversation happening. “Good for, like, surprises.”
“Why are you wearing a grenade on your head?” Kara demands, and Jason winces at her volume.
“Ow,” he mutters, and she kicks his leg again for good measure. “Hey!”
“Don’t hey me, Jay, you just fell off a skyscraper at two in the morning and scared the shit out of me!” She frowns at him, hands on her hips. “And you have a bomb for a helmet!”
Jason, petulant and definitely concussed, thunks his head back and groans. “You said to shout if I ever needed a rescue.”
“Well, yeah, but—” Kara huffs, and then comes up short and makes a face instead. “Ugh, whatever. What do you do for concussions?”
“I know you have dealt with concussions before,” Jason complains. “I’ve seen you—”
“I meant what do you bats do!” Kara throws a look to Dick, like, are you seeing this shit, Nightwing, and just finds him watching them both with an amused, pliant expression. She’s too frazzled to parse it, though, so she just says, “Help me out, here.”
“The rest of us usually go to the cave to get it checked out—Agent A can handle it. Hood’s just being a baby,” this he throws at Jason like a verbal shoe before continuing, “because he wants to go sulk in his apartment.”
“Fuckhead,” Jason throws back, and Dick rolls his eyes.
