Dark Signs
Summary: You string up Johnny in the woods and get Ghost into subspace tied to a tree. That's it. That's the story. I deserve to imagine topping the shit out of Simon Riley as a little treat.
Word Count: 1.1k
CWs: CNC (I have not written in negotiations and the fact that there is a safe word/action, just know that there is), BDSM smut, breeding kink
He was the Ghost, he was the scariest thing in the woods. He was the Ghost, he was the scariest thing in the woods.
"Aww come on Simon, I know you think Johnny looks pretty all tied up like this" you cooed.
It was a rookie error, both of them so wound up from your stalking that they tripped a simple tranq dart trap. Honestly it would be easier if they were smaller, had taken ages to get Johnny all nice and naked and strung up between the trees. Simon you just dragged against the tree that gave the best view before tying him nice and tight. He was struggling against the rope, no doubt hurting himself with how he pulled. You loved to see it. Loved the juxtaposition of one man naked and immobile, the other fully dressed and wriggling.
"Fuck you" Simon snarled.
You laughed, setting a hand against Johnny's ribcage and delighting in how he tensed. He was blindfolded and gagged, not able to anticipate your touch.
"Patience Simon, we'll get to that."
He howled when Johnny whimpered around the gag, fighting hard to try and get free. That skull mask made him look cute to you and you went to crouch in front of him, smiling indugently when he tried to bite at you.
"Aww you want your teeth out, is that it Princess? Don't like them sitting behind fabric do you? Or maybe it's your tongue that's feeling a little restrained?"
"Don't fucking touch me!"
How sweetly he hissed when you pulled off his mask, jaws gnashing to try and get purchase on your hand. You smacked him hard across the face.
"Bad dog, trying to bite me when I'm just taking your muzzle off."
His face was blotchy from all his panicking, eyes wild underneath all that grease. You saw the blooming mark from your hand, ran fingers through his messy hair to soothe him. You did so hate to have to be violent with him after all, but when he practically begged for it like that you could put your own wants aside for him. That's what love was.
When you grinned manically at him and grabbed at his hardening cock you saw the switch. There he was. Not the Ghost hiding behind a mask, not the big military man who was always in control. No, it was Simon Riley now tied to this tree, pulling once more to see if he could move his arms before the realisation settled in that he was not getting out of this unless by your hand.
"There we are pet" you said softly, continuing to pet at his hair as his eyes got wider. "Isn't this nice? You just let me take care of everything. If you behave real good I'll let you fuck Johnny, how does that sound?"
You watched the fight go out of his eyes. Simon Riley was an easy man to break you had learned. He wanted it, to break and bend to his basic need to be loved and close to somebody.
"I'll be good. Please. I'll be so good for you sweetheart."
The whine that came from Johnny delighted you and you took a moment to admire the saliva dripping from around the gag and the leaking from his hard cock. You knew he would like it when he heard you slap Simon, knew he liked it even more hearing him give in.
When you moved enough clothing out of the way to sink down onto Simon it felt divine. He desperately tried to buck up, not able to get anywhere with how securely he was tied. He bit off a growl, earning him another smack hard across the other cheek.
"S-sorry! Sorry sweetheart, didn't mean it, I-" he started pleading, choking back a sob when you clenched your walls around him. "Please, need it. Need it so bad. Just a little faster, please. Fuck!"
You were languid in rolling your hips, torturing him. How could you not with how his pleading turned to whimpering? With how tears of frustration sprung to those pretty eyes of his. You leaned back, back arching so your could tilt your head and look behind you at Johnny pathetically trying to rut his hips and only finding air. Poor thing.
"Look at that, got your pup all worked up talking pretty like that! Like a bitch in heat."
You felt the cock inside of you throb at that and laughed, lifting your hips before slamming back down to sink him into your warmth. He cried out desperately. You loved him like this, in that drowsy space where he couldn't really handle stringing words together unless you made him. He couldn't do anything unless you made him right now. Such a pillow Princess. He started sobbing little whines at you when you stopped moving, just cock warming him.
"Use your words Princess, can't help you if you don't tell me what you need."
"Need to cum, please."
"Mmm" you moaned, starting to ride him properly now, "where do you wanna cum baby?"
It took him a moment to answer, only being spurred back to speech when you pulled sharply at his hair to get him to focus on actually using words rather than just moaning.
"H-hand!"
"Aww you don't wanna cum inside Princess?" you pouted, leaning in to whisper into his ear when you saw his eyes widen, senses sharpening a little at the thought of it. "Think I want you to cum inside me. Not safe y'know, it could take today. Wouldn't you like that? Can breed me for practice before going to your bitch and breeding her proper."
"N-no, please!"
You leaned back again, laughing and riding him until he came with a broken sob deep inside of you. You panted, staying on his softening cock and planting kisses to his face, praising him for doing such a good job.
It didn't take long for him to harden up again once you untied him and let him start getting Johnny ready. God it was always your favourite part of this watching them go at it. In the end, as always, it was Simon who brought him down and rubbed his skin to get the blood flowing again. It had always fascinated you watching the slow journey he would take from subspace with you to topspace with Johnny.
It had always delighted you when they would try their luck, exhausted and fucked out as they were, thinking that now they were free they could take you. Only you had disarmed them and kept knives on yourself, giving Johnny a good nick on his throat that made him yelp and immediately back off. Simon knew better than to even try right now, especially watching you with rapt attention when you brought the knife up to lick away at the blood.
"Maybe next time boys! I'm sure you'll catch me one day."
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