#dlmliyh

[ohbo-ohno]

Johnny being allowed to fuck but not cum all week because he pissed simon off, he tries bargaining with reader at one point to just - ease the cockring off , simon won't notice it'll be fine. Reader doesn't even have a chance to consider it before Johnny ripped out of her and is muzzled because bad dogs need to keep quiet

hm. you shot me dead with this one. like. what am i supposed to do with myself now?

1.4k of smut below the cut. cw: rough puppy play, itty bitty tiny second of cbt, edging/denial, simon is real real mean to johnny

something about johnny being in trouble and not being allowed to cum in you but trying anyway.... oh he's horrible

maybe this is after he was a little too rough with you (like that ask where he fucked up your wrist, or something similar) and he's in deep shit with simon. not only is he allowed to fuck you, simon makes him fuck you at least once a day. lines up behind johnny and moves his hips for him, doesn't even let him thrust on his own, guides every tiny little twitch. tugs him out right at the last second, makes johnny watch as he comes inside you. spends the whole time calling him bad, says if he could just learn to fucking listen for once he could mount you properly

johnny spends the whole week in misery. guy can barely sit down, he just wants to hump fucking everything. simon tells him he can't sit on the furniture when he's so drippy :( makes him sit on the floor instead - or he can let you clean johnny up, but no coming. does he want to be edged again or kneel between his legs like the mutt he is?

jacks him off in the shower in the morning, stopping right before he comes. leaves him crying and makes johnny wash his hair. has you cockwarm him for a bit, to make sure he stays completely hard. makes johnny eat you out til you're nearly knocked out, jacks him off slowly and stops every time you come.

he's nearly done with his punishment when he fucking breaks. it's a night simon isn't meant to be home until after midnight. you'd gone to bed earlier than johnny, wake up to him at you back, nose nudging your cheekbone and hard cock thrusting against your back.

"just gonna- just gonna fuck you, bonnie, 'k?"

"johnny?" you murmur, still half asleep. "but... simon said-"

"simon isn't fucking here," he snarls back, and you feel his bared teeth press against his shoulder. "he won't know. i'll be quick, ok, lass? just gotta... gotta cum, then you go back to sleep, yeah?"

"johnny," you'd whine again, getting a little squirmy in your spot as you feel his hands work at his own dick, then feel him start to slide in without any prep. "john- ow..."

"hush," he breathes heavily in your ear, hips already starting to work. you can feel how quickly his heart beats against you back. "i'll eat you out after, just let me... just..."

he doesn't speak after that, and neither do you. he's fast, needy, you can tell he's only gonna last a few minutes. you're still half-asleep, lost in the comforting warmth of your blankets and pillows, can't do anything but lay limp like a doll for him and relish in the pleasure.

you don't hear simon come in. one minute johnny is thrusting away inside of you, the next he's being ripped off, a sharp yelp coming from his lips followed by a long drawn out whine.

"bad fucking boy," you hear simon snarl over your shoulder, the sound of a slap echoing through the air. "you that fucking lost in your instincts, dog? can't think with nothin' but your dick - you see a pussy and fuck it, that's it huh? can't even listen to a simple command from your master. useless mutt."

you turn your head to the side, sleep clearing from your head at the sight of johnny crumpled to his knees, simon tall and proud above him. you can see the shine of tears on johnny's cheeks with the little light from the doorway.

"simon- simon-"

"no," simon's tone is merciless, his boot coming to rest on johnny's rock-hard dick and pushing down. "that's not what bad boys get to call me."

another whine, a plaintive "master..."

you see johnny's hips work a little, tiny thrusts against the sole of the boot. simon's scowl grows, backhanding johnny with bruising force and sending him sprawling to the floor. "why are you speaking? dogs don't fucking talk."

he stares down at johnny for another moment, both of them taking great heaving breaths. finally, he sighs loud and angry. "fine. i was going easy on you, mutt, was tryin' to be nice. but clearly you don't deserve nice."

he stalks over to their closet, yanking open a drawer you know holds the mean toys - the ones you don't like nearly as much as the others. he grabs something silver and shiny, storm back over to johnny and hauls him up by the hair.

johnny scrambles to follow, but simon doesn't give him a chance to stand. just drags his weight to the bed, throws him onto his back nearly on top of your legs.

you squeak a little, simon's aggressive energy something you're not entirely comfortable being so close to. you curl your legs up, folding into a little ball against the pillows as you stare at the two of them with wide eyes.

simon glances over to you at the sound, eyes softening behind his mask immediately. "oh, love, you're not in trouble. you couldn't stop the mutt from fucking you, huh? don't worry. we'll get him punished and i'll take care of you."

johnny whines again and starts wiggling around, eyes squeezed shut as his hips desperately thrust, looking for any sort of sensation. simon's attention slams back to him, a growl rumbling from his throat as he cups johnny's dick in one hand.

"gotta get you soft, dog," he growls, and you see his hand moving around a bit until he's got johnny's balls in a vice-grip. "the ring wasn't enough for a horny bitch like you, we'll see how you like the cage."

johnny's past words, can only writhe on the bed with little animal noises slipping past his lips. simon doesn't give him any leeway, doesn't give him comfort when he starts to sob a little, just keeps squeezing.

once he's apparently soft enough, simon is quick and methodical about locking johnny's cock up. almost impersonal.

"there," he grunts when he stands up to stare down at johnny. he lands a slap to johnny's dick, gets the smaller man jolting and crying out. "in your cage now. you're not sleeping in bed with us people until you prove you can handle it."

johnny hardly struggles as simon forces him to his knees, kicking at his side to guide him to the crate looming in the corner of the room.

just moments later simon's at the bed with you. he tugs the mask off now (knows you like it sometimes, but also knows it scares you a little - rarely wears it outside of punishments) and crawls on top of you, hands soft and slow as he coaxes you to stretch out back on the bed.

"hey, baby," he murmurs, voice low and just for you. "you're a good girl. can't help what the mutt does, huh? i know, i know. i'll take care of you now, fuck you right."

there are whines from the corner as simon flips you onto your stomach. he lifts you up to your knees, everything soft as he rubs your pussy a few times before slipping his cock into you.

he's always so heavy. you sink further into the bed when he gives you his weight, little moan slipping past your lips as your eyes roll back in your head. johnny gets louder.

"yeah, there you go. good girl, baby, so good for me, huh?"

simon fucks you deep and slow. no rush whatsoever, just nice and languid. you'd probably fall asleep if not for johnny's increasingly desperate noises, the sound of his crate rocking against the wall as he does something in there.

at one point simon sighs all annoyed into your ear, pulls out without warning. you whine and he pets a hand over your hair, whisps "just give me a second, doll, gotta shut the dog up and then i'll finish you off" before walking away.

you don't open your eyes, but you hear simon moving around the room. hear him spit, "makin' me fucking muzzle you because you can't shut up. nothing but a goddamn animal, are you?"

when simon fucks you again, johnny is silent.

he brings you to a slow and easy orgasm, fingers stroking at your achy clit. finishes inside you at nearly the same time.

he tucks you into his arms after, curls you into him and sighs, the sound all satisfied man. you fall asleep like that, johnny's predicament the furthest thing from your mind.

#asks and answers #bo writes #dlmliyh #btw simon totally lied about what time he'd be back so he could catch johnny and get him in more trouble lol #favorites

[ceilidho]

coworker johnny is great but have you thought about ghost showing up to his house checking up on how his sergeant is taking to civilian life only to find him balls deep in his pretty lil coworker, moaning in unison and delirious in pleasure

truthfully, you can’t remember how you even ended up here, maybe you had one too many drinks with the rest of the staff at the company party, can just barely touch the memory of johnny looping an arm around your back and telling everyone he was taking you home. it hardly matters now. its hard to think straight with johnny rearranging your guts and spilling your brains all over his bedsheets

the both of you are too lost in the sex to even notice ghost is there until he comments “so this is what you’ve been getting up to when you don’t answer my calls huh pup”

the thing is he’s known about you for a while: a few offhand comments from soap about a coworker he’s been chatting up. they’re sort of a work couple, he’d brag, civilian life was far easier a task to accomplish than ghost said itd be

you still have just enough frame of mind to be alarmed at your apparent skull-masked voyeur, but johnny cant seem to care any less even when you tell him, “johnny—ah—th-there’s someone—s-someone—“ “d-don’t care—shit—don’t fucking care—“ man just keeps fucking you, pussydrunk, not minding the audience, even seems like his pace becomes more frantic, the sounds in the bedroom becoming so loud, wet and obscene that it’s embarrassing. you think you’re crying, hiccuping at each rabid tilt of his strong hips, it’s too—too much and he isn’t stopping, chasing to get that nut in you before its too late

ghost manages to rip your assailant off of you right before he can cum inside, pulling your mouth to his half-hard cock, pulled free from his fatigues and guiding your head in sucking him off. youre so out of it and horny from johnny’s rough work on you and ghost’s deep hypnotic voice and his firm hand in your hair that you cant help but obey. ghost ends up cucking johnny just like that, maybe even fucks you properly a few times before letting his pet have a turn. a lesson in humility maybe; don’t ignore your owners calls

once again, i have NOTHING intelligent to add to this, but hooolllyyyyy shiittttt. ghoap x reader just hits different.

there's also something about johnny going mindless during sex and just tuning out the whole world that just kills me. very @ohbo-ohno's dlmliyh coded.

[ohbo-ohno]

simon and johnny needing to lay low after the landlord visit taking you to a little cabin they've rented out in the middle of nowhere, for the sole purpose of allowing you to 'escape' just so they can have the fun of hunting you down on dirtbikes with nets and rope and little (nonlethal but still fairly nasty) traps they'd already left in the woods for you

oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my g-

3.5k words under the cut. cw for noncon and primal kink. bit of fear play. basically everything in the ask is in the drabble lol

You're scared out of your mind when they first tell you they're leaving for the weekend and taking you with them. You've got this fear that maybe they're going to kill you. They balk if you dare ask, get all comforting and loving and tell you how they'd rather slit their own wrists than ever kill you. Can't even fathom it.

But still... you don't fully trust them. Not after your most recent escape attempt resulted in your harshest punishment yet.

You especially don't trust that they're tying you up for the trip. Simon stands in front of you with a pair of ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs, and a little length of chain, Johnny bouncing around behind him as he stuffs clothes into duffel bags.

"If you can't handle sitting in the backseat," Simon starts. "We'll tie you up and leave you in the trunk. That what you want?"

The answer is obvious. At least they give you actual clothes to wear in the car - it's the little things that make life bearable these days.

You can't lift your hands to try and wave for help in the car. The way you're chained leaves you with an awkward hunch in your back, makes you cranky when you can't find a way to get comfortable even after you put your feet on the seats. The way Johnny shouts along to half of the songs that come on the radio doesn't help your mood.

(They play one of your favorites at one point, and you can't help but sing along. Simon turns the volume up, and you get louder too, thinking they can't fully hear you. Johnny and Simon just smile at each other.)

The cabin they bring you to isn't very large. It's got an open floor plan, kitchen, living room, dining table, and massive king sized bed all in just one room. The only doors are to the pantry, a closet, and a bathroom. 

They let you get settled a bit, Simon flopping onto the couch and watching you closely as Johnny brings in your luggage from the car and you poke around a bit. They take off all your restraints (except for the fucking collar, which hasn't left your throat since they put it there), tell you "who could help you this far out?" and you get a little sulky about it.

You start plotting your escape almost immediately. 

They fuck you in the afternoon. Johnny bending you over the arm of the sofa, Simon pulling his cock out and guiding your head to it where he sits. You choke, nearly fucking suffocate on his cock when Johnny pulls out and leaves you limp with no support on the couch.

You don't stand on your own once they've both finished, cheek resting on Simon's thigh and just trying to catch your breath before you build your walls back up. Before you can move, Johnny's back behind you, one hand on the small of your back and the other stroking your ass.

You're still a little hazy in your head, but the sudden slick finger sliding right into your ass with no warning has you jolting up from the couch, a high yelp coming from your throat as you struggle against Johnny's hand.

"Hush, bonnie," he laughs. "Just givin' you yer tail."

You hate the fucking tail. It's attached to a butt plug that always makes you walk just a little oddly, the fucking fur on it is nearly the same shade as your hair, and half the time when they make you wear it they want you to crawl after them.

So you struggle a little more, especially as a second finger slips into your ass soon after the first. "Calm down, love," Simon rumbles, one hand lifting to pet your head. "You don't like your tail? Hm? Don't like bein' reminded you're just a little pet for us?"

"Fucking-" you grunt, little teeth bared at him as you glare and lean away. "Fucking bastard."

"Och," Johnny scolds, and you feel him pull out only to line cold plastic up at your entrance. "That's not very bonnie. You itchin' for a punishment today? Want Simon to be a little mean to you?"

"Just have to ask, pet," Simon smirks down at you, giving you a firm pat on your head before going back to his stroking. "Ask nicely and we'll give ya anythin' you want. Isn't that right, Johnny?"

"Hmmm," he hums from behind you, pushing and pulling just the tip of the plug in and out of your ass to stretch you more. "Anythin', lovie."

You grunt a little as he starts to slide it into you. "Okay," you hiss. "I want to fucking leave. I don't want to wear a fucking tail."

"That wasn't asking very nicely, was it?" Simon would sneer down at you a bit, mean smirk on his face as he shakes your head no for you, ignores your huffing breaths from Johnny's actions.

"Besides," Johnny says from behind you. "You do want to wear your tail. I can see your pussy droolin', lassie. No point in tryin' to hide it."

"That's-" you interrupt yourself with a little grunt when the tail sinks fully inside of you. "That's because we just fucked you idiot-"

A little tap to your face, Simon's other hand holding you still by the hair. "Watch it," he rumbles, eyes serious as he stares down at you. "Need me to clean out your mouth for you?"

Fuck no. 'Clean out your mouth' is almost always code for 'have you suck Simon's cock for fucking hours, even if he's soft as a feather'. You hate having to stay between his knees  so long, just a warm mouth for him to soak in, even less than the pet they're always telling you you are.

You shake your head, glaring mutinously up at him. 

He shakes you by your hair a bit. "What was that?"

"No," you force through gritted teeth, squirming a bit from his tight grip on your chin.

"Try again."

You growl a little, get a tiny smirk from Simon for it which just pisses you off more. "No, sir."

"Good girl," he purrs, hand going soft to stroke through your hair,  all anger melted from his face. "Now, what was the other thing you wanted?"

"To fucking leave," Johnny says from behind you, grin audible in his tone. You can feel one hand playing with the tail, probably batting it back and forth judging by the way you feel the fur brush against your thighs, his other hand stroking up and down your back.

"That's right," Simon says. He brings the hand petting you down to your neck, jerking you out of the softness you'd briefly fallen back into as he raises your head towards him. "Well. Maybe we could let you try, huh?"

That gets you attention, has you stiffening up and leaning closer to him. "Wha- really?" you choke out, eyes wide as you stare up into his face.

"Sure," he says, smile growing on his lips at your eagerness. "How about this - you try and run, and if we can't catch you in an hour, we get to keep you. No more escape attempts."

You scowl, sinking away a bit. "Where the hell would I run in here?"

Johnny barks a laugh from behind you, leaning over your back and resting his chin on your shoulder. "Out there, bonnie. You'd be runnin' through the woods. Already got your tail, huh? Could be our little prey, runnin' from the big scary predators." You feel his dick harden against your thigh and he bites your shoulder blade, a groan rumbling from his mouth.

"How do I-" you can't help a little moan as Johnny's hips start rocking against yours, his hand slipping to rub at your used cunt. "How do I know - shit, Johnny - how do I know you'll let me go?"

"You don't," is the answer you get from Simon, a little whine creeping from your throat when two fingers sink into your pussy as a thumb works at your clit. "You'd have to trust us. But we'd keep our word. Haven't broken it with you yet."

It's a little hard to think with everything running through your head, but you know he's right. You might hate them, hate that they're keeping you, hate the way they make your body feel, but neither of them has lied to you yet. Even psychos seem to have some moral standards.

"Go ahead, Johnny," Simon grunts from above you when you go long enough without responding. "Fuck her again. Then we'll see how far she can run, hm?"

About three hours and a few more rounds later you stand on the back porch, naked except for a pair of Johnny's boots tied as tightly as you could get them (and with a pair of socks tucked into the tips. They're still a little loose, but better than nothing you suppose.)

"One hour," Simon says, stepping towards you with a little pair of ears in his hand. They match the tail and are stuck on a headband the same shade as your hair. You scowl when you see them, but don't say anything as he continues to speak and puts them on your head. "Run, or hide, but don't come back to the cabin. We catch you, you're ours, no more running away." He steps back a moment, stares deep into your eyes, then smirks. "No taking off the ears or out the tail. How else will we recognize the animal we're hunting?"

You go red at that, scoff and roll your eyes to try and cover it up. Johnny laughs, so you figure it doesn't work.

"Alright, lass," he says, feral grin on his lips as he holds up a little stopwatch with a one hour timer set. "On the count of three. One... two... three!"

You're off like a shot, ignoring the laughter behind you when you nearly trip down the steps onto the dirt. You know they don't think you can do this, but you're determined to prove them wrong. 

— �� — — —

You start to get worried when the sun sets. You doubt it's been more than ten minutes,  and as the darkness creeps in it occurs to you that the forest will be pitch black once night fully falls.

You ran for as long as you could before slowing to catch your breath. You haven't heard or seen either of your hunters, but you know they're out there somewhere. You feel acutely aware of their presence in a way you never have before. It leaves your skin crawling, has you shooting looks over your shoulder every other step you take.

But you can’t stop now. So you slow down when you need to, flinch at the way the tree branches and bushes scratch at your naked skin, and pray to God you’ve got enough of a headstart to keep you safe. 

You hear the shouts begin just after the sun has fully set.

The first one - a loud and echoing “Bonnie!” that you recognize as being from Johnny - has you yelping, nearly jumping out of your skin. You start running again before you even realize what’s happening, then keep running when you realize you’ve essentially lit a beacon directly to your location.

He calls out to you several times. 

“Where you at, lassie?” 

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!”

“Aren’t you cold? Don’t you want to come back home with us?”

“We’re going to find you!”

“I can smell your fear, lovie, I know you’re nearby!”

The longer sentences are the ones that scare you, because it means he’s close enough for you to hear every word he’s saying. You worry he might be watching, because every time you start to slow down again he shouts, forces you back into high gear and gets you stumbling again.

You sort of stumble into a clearing eventually, panting and going completely still as you realize how exposed you are. You can’t help but shiver a little, tucking your hands close to your body and hunching your shoulders as you step forward.

And then, from the treeline in front of you, out steps Simon.

In his fucking mask. The one that always gets your heart racing when you see it, gets you a little wet beneath the thighs no matter how much you try to deny is.

He tilts his head a little as the moonlight hits him, frozen completely in front of you. You find yourself unable to move as he strolls lazily towards you, just stock still and incapable of thinking anything but threat.

When he’s about a foot away he stops, leans forward so that mask is right in front of your face and you can see the whites of his eyes.

You don’t see the mask move, just hear one word.

“Run.”

You do. You scramble back, fall on your ass and stand as quickly as possible to try and get away. You’re already shouting, some primal instinct deep in your head nothing but flight.

You hardly make it five steps, tackled to the ground with what must be the full weight of Simon’s body. You cry out as you’re binned, hands and knees digging into sharp sticks and pebbles. You struggle, yelping and whining as you desperately try to buck him off.

He only laughs, the sound echoing and a little psychotic. One of his hands locks itself in your hand, jerks you back and forces your head up to the sky, the other grabs on your tail and gives you just enough of a tug to whimper and go a little weak in the elbows.

“Pretty little prey,” he’d purr, hunching over to whisper in your ear and grinding his clothed erection over your ass. “Hardly even put up a fight. Thought you wanted to get away, huh?”

“I-I do!” You choke out, head shaking where he still holds you tight.

“You do?” His tone is condescending, so fucking mean, but you’re lost in a haze of instincts and hardly notice. “Okay, baby. Try again.”

And then- and then you’re free.

You try and get to your legs, stumble a little before you can fully get your feet beneath you and fall again. 

There’s a laugh from behind you, and you try again.

This time you get a few steps. But he doesn’t even let you get out of the clearing before he’s gripping you by the neck, throws you onto the ground and plants a heavy boot in the center of your back, pushes down and doesn’t even let you get to your hands and knees.

“That all you got?” He’d grunt, crouching down and putting more weight on you in the process. “Pathetic little thing. You want to keep trying, or you ready to swallow your pride?”

You sob at that, fingers clutching desperately at the dirt. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod viciously. “Let me- let me go! I’ll get away, you won’t catch me next time!”

You both know you’re lying. So when the weight disappears from your back, when you blink teary eyes open and see him slowly backing away, you’re nothing short of astounded.

“Sure, sweetheart. Third time’s the charm, yeah? I’ll even give you a ten second head start. Ten…”

 You’re on your feet at eight, in the forest again at seven. You hear his voice in your head no matter how far you run.

It’s minutes, hours later when you’re tackled to the ground again.

This time you go rolling, the man on top of you snarling viciously as he lets your momentum carry you for several turns. He gets you on your back, collars a hand around your throat and snarls and he bares his teeth in your face.

Johnny looks rabid. His mohawk is rarely brushed, but you’ve never seen it as wild as it is now. He’s naked, unlike Simon, and there’s an eagerness in his eyes you’ve never seen before - not even the night you’d met Simon.

“Fucking got you,” he’d snap, spittle flying from his lips as he squeezes your throat. You try to struggle, but he’s so big that he doesn’t have to restrain you anywhere else. You can’t get away from him.

You cry out at the realization, but refuse to stop struggling. You.. you can’t. It’s like as soon as you’re caught, as soon as flight is no longer an option, your brain doesn’t let you do anything but fight.

Still, it takes no effort at all for Johnny to flip you onto your stomach. He doesn’t even both to prop your hips up, just forces your legs to spread with his knees and thrusts balls deep before you can even lift your head.

You scream. You were a little wet, but not enough to take him comfortably in one go. Your shout is all animal, the sound of something conquered calling out it’s own defeat.

Johnny’s responding sound is nearly a howl, head thrown toward the sky as he immediately starts pounding your pussy. One hand pushes down on the small of your back, keeps you down and still, the other is in your hair forcing your face into the dirt. You force your forehead lower just so you don’t keep banging your head as he fucks you.

Neither of you manages words, just shouts and yelps and whines and moans. There’s a point where you can turn your head, when you nearly bust your lip open on your teeth, and you spot Simon. He’s nearly six feet away, a massive figure cloaked in black - you can only see him because of the stark white of the skull mask against the dark backdrop.

Johnny’s rough fucking feels like it’s endless. You nearly think you’ll die, feel like you’re split down the middle and surely it’s the blood that’s making his thrusts so slick?

He finishes without you, buries himself to the hilt and bite where your shoulder and neck meet. You scream a little at the horrible sting, scream even more when he bites down harder, about lose your mind when you feel his teeth puncture skin.

He pulls out moments later, leaves you cold and alone on the ground as he straightens up and lops away, dropping flat on his ass at the base of a tree and resting his head back to catch his breath.

You still haven’t caught yours when you’re flipped onto your back.

It’s Simon this time, fully clothed and blocking your view of the stars with his mask. He’s silent, ignores your incomprehensible whines and pulls his cock out of his pants, grabs you under both knees, hooks them around his waist, and starts thrusting into you.

Your round with Simon is… more. He’s slower, yes, but he also doesn’t look away from you. His eyes never leave yours, and any time your eyes start to slip shut he thrusts right up into your cervix until they flicker wide open again. You can see his eyes, but that’s it. You can’t hear anything but the sound of your own fucking, can’t even hear his breathing over the blood rushing through your ears and your own panting.

If Johnny’s fucking was endless, Simon’s is an eternity. You think you might die, think you might just pass out and never wake up, come to in the afterlife to the fucking delicious slide of Simon’s cock still working it’s way in and out of your sore cunt.

He comes eventually. You don’t.

He stands above you when he pulls out, waits for you to finally start to move before you speak. 

You’re getting to your knees, one foot lifting to push yourself up, when his boot lands on the knee still folded beneath you.

“No,” he says. “You’ll crawl behind us. Animals don’t walk on two legs.”

You don’t have the energy to do more than let out a pathetic whine.

Johnny leads the three of you back, Simon behind you as you crawl after him. When you slow down too much, he nudges you with his boot until you move again.

They don’t let you wash off in the cabin. Instead, SImon brings out a fucking hose, and they spray you down with cold water. You can only kneel there miserably, head ducked and eyes squeezed shut against the worst of it. 

You have to crawl up the steps and into the house, but that’s where the game ends.

Simon scoops you up instantly, has you placed on the couch while he quickly tugs off your boots before wrapping you up in a towel that had been laid in front of the fire. He dries you hair quickly, then wraps himself around you and sits in front of the hearth.

Johnny joins you minutes later, body washed off and wearing a pair of boxers. He sits next to you two, and for once he doesn’t try and touch you.

You can’t speak for the rest of the night.

#asks and answers #bo writes #goodnight freaks 🫡 #dlmliyh #ghoap x reader smut

[ohbo-ohno]

what happens the first time Johnny comes home with some new sex toys for reader?? Cue your absolute PANIC as he pulls them out to show you, ecstatic at the thought of trying them out when Simon gets home, and then Johnny having to do damage control when he sees how he’s freaked out his precious baby :////

YOU!!!!!! Get back here!!!!!! You genius!!!!!

1.6k, nsfw below the cut. this one’s pretty long lol it really got away from me. pretend it’s a gift since i just hit 100 followers <3

Johnny’s like a dog with a bone when it comes to you - he can literally never get enough. When you don’t wake up to his mouth licking and sucking somewhere on you, you wake up to the feeling of him humping your back. On one occasion Simon threatened to “cage your little cock if it’s all you can think with, Johnny.” So like… you know they use toys. You probably should’ve expected this at some point.

But knowing they are probably comfortable using toys and staring at the goddamn spread of sex toys on the dinner table? Two very different things.

There are things you can’t even name. You spot several different types of vibrators, butt plugs of varying sizes, anal beads, nipple clamps, a few gags smaller than the ones they’d used on you a few times, several loops of rope and handcuffs, a fucking hook that you don’t even want to think about what it could be used for, and the goddamn crème de la crème - a butt plug with a fucking tail hanging from Johnny’s hand.

The bastard is smiling. Fucking beaming, like he’s found the meaning of life in a pile of sex toys.

It’s barely 9 a.m.

“Good morning, lovie!” Johnny says, pulling you towards him and placing an oddly chaste kiss on your forehead. “We’ve got a long day love. D’you know Si’s birthday is in a week?”

You can’t tear your eyes away from the cornucopia of sex toys, hardly listening to him as he prattles on.

“Bloody unfair he’s got the anniversary and the birthday so close, means I hafta get the man all sorts of gifts in just a month.” He glances down at you and shoots you a wink, twirling the tail in his hand likes it’s a fidget toy. “Some of them are for both of us, though, so I can’t complain too much, aye bonnie?”

You don’t answer, but he plows foreword anyways. “This’ll be the first part of the gift. Gonna let Simon play with you - well, both of us, but I had to buy the new stuff for you.”

You swallow dryly, hand twitching forward as if you’re going to grab one of the toys. “Play?” Is all you can manage to ask.

Johnny hums low in his throat, tucking himself behind you and wrapping both arms around you. He takes your wrists, still holding the toy in his hand, and guides your fingers across the spread in front of you. “Yeah, lass. You like playing with us, huh?”

You shake your head minutely.

“Don’t lie now,” he rumbles, and you remind yourself that he’s just as terrifying as Simon, only in a different way. Somehow you always forget to tread as carefully around Johnny, but the deep growl of his voice reminds you. “You’re soaked when we play, wailing loud enough we had to explain to the landlord what the noise was. You like it plenty.”

You whine a little, flinching backwards into his body at the reminder of your behavior at night. You don’t like it, don’t like thinking about how much you love being between the two of them, how right it feels.

“Now,” Johnny’s voice shifts back into its normal cadence, hands giving you two little taps on the front of your thighs as he steps away. “Si won’t be back until tonight, so the two of us are gonna test these out and have some fun. Excited, lass? I’m thinking we’ll start with this, work on your posture a bit.”

He picks up the fucking hook. You can’t help but lose your shit.

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Ghost is in decently high spirits as he finally gets home. His work had been cut short hours early, and he was looking forward to spending a night in with his two precious little pets, curled up together on the couch and maybe even having a home cooked meal. He’d have to see if you could be trusted with a knife, but the idea of watching you and Johnny dance around each other in the kitchen is enough for him even if he doesn’t get to see it realized.

That all goes out the window when he steps into the flat.

He can hear the two of you, Johnny’s voice a little urgent and yours more than a little panicked. Not the most unusual thing, but the absolutely demolished living room is.

He and Johnny hadn’t decorated much - neither of them had an eye for it and once they got you they wanted to let you decorate your new home - but what little they had done is out of place. A picture frame on the floor, dining room chairs feet away from the table and knocked over, a goddamn knife stabbed into a side table next to the slightly askew couch.

And a shit load of sex toys, both on the dining room table and the floor all around it.

It barely takes a heartbeat for Ghost to piece together what’s happened. He sighs wearily, resists the urge to rub at his eyes with his forefinger and thumb so he doesn’t track paint all across the house.

He moves further into their home, heading straight for the bedroom. Sure enough, Johnny’s got you cornered. You’re slid down on the floor, back pushed as far into the wall as you can go and knees tucked up under you.

Johnny’s crouched in front of you, one hand holding both of your wrists securely in front of you and the other holding your ankles together. He’s got scratches down his face and arms, a few that are seeping just a bit of blood, and a nasty bruise forming on one cheek.

He’s also rock hard in his sweatpants.

Both of you snap your eyes to Simon when he steps in the room. Johnny’s expression is pure relief, but yours is a mix of what looks like relief and fear. There’s a little spark in Ghost’s chest at the knowledge that you see him as a helping hand here, even against what’s probably your better judgement.

He tilts his head a bit. “Johnny.” Not a question, but an expectation.

“She freaked out on me, L.t.,” Johnny says - nearly whines - eyes big and pleading.

“Because you-!” You start up, thrashing in Johnny’s grip. “You fucking bastard, I was defending myself!”

“Against me?” Johnny makes a sad noise, one Simon knows is more manipulative than it sounds, leaning in to hover over you even more. “Baby, you know I’d never hurt you. How could you think that, huh?”

“You wanted to stick a fucking hook up my ass!”

That gets a raised eyebrow from Simon. Seems Johnny’s plans for the day were far more exciting than he had let on.

Johnny can’t help but bark out a laugh, which gets a little scream of rage from you and reinvigorates your thrashing. Johnny leans more weight into you, pulling your wrists further out to keep you off balance. It just works you up more, and Ghost can see Johnny’s cock twitch in his pants.

Alright. Time to do damage control.

He steps into the corner with the two of you, lays a heavy hand on Johnny’s nape and squeezes. His boy doesn’t let go immediately, but he does go loose, leaning one shoulder onto a wall and blocking less of your body.

You’re heaving as Simin crouches down, but your eyes are dry. A good sign for the progress you’ve made.

Simon brings his other hand up to grab your chin, pulling it up and forcing eye contact. “Didn’t want to play around with Johnny, love?”

You’re a little scared - always are, when he comes home with the mask and the makeup - but you don’t tear your eyes from his. Your tiny chin quivers in his grip, but you don’t cry. He can’t help but feel a surge of pride for you and your strength

“I didn’t want him fucking with me. I’m allowed to say no,” you hike you chin in the air a little, stiff and all but daring him to disagree.

He doesn’t play into your hands, just hums and strokes both of his thumbs - one over your chin and the other over Johnny’s neck. “You are,” he agrees, fighting down a smirk at the clear shock on your face. “But did you give Johnny a chance?”

“No-“ Johnny pouts, huffing and shifting in place.

“Quiet,” Simon growls, hand squeezing just past comfortable on his neck. “You’re already in trouble for doing all this shit without askin’. Keep pushin’ and you won’t be sleeping in bed tonight.”

That gets a whine, but no more arguing. Good.

You look a little confused when Ghost turns his attention back to you, but he doesn’t bother explaining.

“You are allowed to say no,” he starts again. “But you should give new things a chance. What if you’d liked having,” he can’t resist a smirk, let’s it seep into his tone, “a hook up your ass?”

You flinch back, and Simon bites down a sigh. You’re not in a place for joking yet, apparently.

He stays crouched there for a few minutes, petting both you and Johnny and watching as you both go limp - Johnny quickly, you with a little more work.

“Alright,” he days eventually, standing and tugging the both of you up with him. “Let’s rest for a bit, get the two of you calmed down, and then we’ll talk punishment.”

You and Johnny wear matching pouts, and Simon doesn’t even fight the smile as he tugs all three of you into bed.

#if I ever write a third chapter this is getting edited and stuck in there somehow #sorry for any spelling errors spellcheck was on my ass and kept turning correctly spelled words into completely different words #bo writes #asks and answers #dlmliyh

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well now i can't stop thinking about reader in a depressive episode bc she's trapped in the apartment refusing to leave the bed or check her phone for texts and the only thing ghost and soap can do is helplessly watch through the cameras..or managing to accidentally hurt herself somehow in an escape attempt and ghost sends a text berating her for it but soap can see he's actually very afraid.. angst potential here off the charts ngl

ugh i looooove good angst. my favorite romance trope is second-chance because there's very little i love more than a man fucking up and begging for forgiveness.

putting a read more here bc im gonna talk about depression and thats a pretty big cw <3

it would be very difficult to not get depressed when they're both gone for days at a time. you'd go from being in their presence 24/7, constant attention, to just nothing for days on end. especially with the presence of the collar and chain at your throat? it would all throw you into a not-quite-person headspace, and that's not great when you're all alone :(

early on you don't like to interact with them. johnny spams you with texts - funny memes, stupid things people have said, things he wants to do when he's back with you - and you ignore him out of spite (except he can see you lunge for the phone every time it buzzes, and from certain camera angels he can see the way you smile when he tells you about something embarrassing simon did). simon doesn't text much at all, that's not a specific to you thing though he's just like that, so he's almost exclusively texting you little scolding messages. smirks when he sees you scowl and pout through the camera :(

they'd be really worried once you stop getting out of bed. even when you're scared of them, there's still a fire there yk? they don't want you to change as a person, they just want to keep you. when you start to give up a little, it would send them into a bit of a tailspin.

johnny worries first (he hadn't noticed first, but he worries first). he sends you a text and you don't move to look at it, which he's never seen happen unless you're asleep or two far away from the phone to hear it. so he spams you, does that thing where he sends one letter at a time so your phone is just making an endless buzzing noise. his heart lodges in his throat when you just roll onto your other side, not even looking at it or shoving it onto the floor.

simon has to stay calm, because johnny's freaking out. he's very worried about you too, but he can't be showing that with the way that johnny's hands shake as he shoves the camera app into his face.

they can't just leave, they've got a contract they've signed promising to complete x y and z, or else they'd be on their way back when you only leave the bed once in 24 hours and it's to use the bathroom. they're snippy and pushy, rude to everyone and each other because they can't help you.

the next morning you get out of bed. ghost shakes soap awake, a rare desperation in his movements as he forces him to look at your shuffling form on the little phones screen.

you're very slow moving, stiff from your day in bed and slow from exhaustion and hunger. you trip over the chain, go sprawling to the ground with a cry that echoes like a gunshot out of simon's phone speakers. you curl up, hands cradling the knee your weight fell on, and you don't get back up.

simon and johnny are gone, immediately. they break contract and just about every traffic law ever written to get back to you, tearing up the stairs at a full sprint like there's a fire on their heels.

you're still on the floor when they get there, haven't moved an inch from where you first fell (which they know, at least one of them has had his eyes on the cameras since you hit the floor). johnny wants to take you to a hospital, but simon manages to talk him down a bit when they see that your knee is only red and a little scraped.

the real problem is in your head. you don't bother reacting much when they burst in, just sort of lay limp and let them do what they want. like a doll.

johnny's cupping your face, squeezing a little too tight and making eye contact with you. he looks frantic. "lovie? c'mon, talk to me. what's wrong, huh?"

simon's stroking over your body with hands that shake, just enough for you to notice. he's leaned against the back of the couch, you between his legs and your back against his chest, legs caged by his.

"give her a second, johnny," simon rumbles, petting up and down your arms in a soothing and consistent movement. "she's alright. just gotta..." he cuts himself off for a moment, swallowing down the lingering panic in his throat. "just need a little love, huh sweetheart? little love and attention, and you'll be okay."

they slowly coax your mind back to your body, steady movements that don't jar or (for once) don't push any of your boundaries. they're warm, murmuring soft praises and kind words.

you cry when you fully come back to yourself, overcome with how comforted you truly feel. you shouldn't. they've kidnapped you, they keep you chained to the fucking floor like a dog when they leave you.

but they're so warm, and so soft. johnny's mumbling into your neck all the things he likes about you (pretty face, soft skin, perfect size, sweetest eyes, cutest expressions) and simon is breathing heavy and deep in your ear, guiding your breathing with his as it grows heavier and heavier.

that night is the first night you cuddle into them. you need them, even if they've forced it to be that way. you can't change it now.

#anyways if any of you have fics or books with a good grovel send them to me #bo writes #asks and answers #dlmliyh

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How do you think Simon would react to reader asking to be spanked? Like she wants something a lil rougher, but she doesnt want Simon to actually be upset enough at her to punish her. So instead of acting up, being bratty, she just sits by him or kneels at his feet and asks. Maybe really polite, maybe really hesitant, but definitely unsure. She doesn't want Simon to be angry, but the feeling of being hit then praised for it?? Unmatched. Johnny prolly wouldn't understand at first, if he doesnt know that reader asked for it, and maybe he gets all pouty, asking what she did wrong.

i could see dlmliyh reader doing this as an attempt to get out of more emotionally distressing punishments tbh. like in her mind, asking for a spanking gets her out of being locked in the cage for a day yk?

in a softer scenario, she probably didn't even do anything wrong. maybe snipped a little too much at johnny while simon was out, got him all pouty and sad and a little frustrated, so she figures she'll try and get ahead of the punishment and just ask for it. and there is some anticipation there, she kinda wants the rougher sex that always comes after lighter punishments. so when ghost comes home she'd stay real close to his side

ghost would know something was up as soon as she started being a little clingy, staying right in his shadow - especially considering johnny was "napping" and he only ever napped alone when he couldn't work out his frustration in some other way. he figures they got into another little fight, something he'd have to soothe in bed that night if he decided to avoid punishments

but then he sits on the couch, and she sinks to her knees in front of him, hands folded politely in her lap. it takes her a bit to work up the nerve to ask for what she wants, but ghost gives her the time to put the words together, relaxes back in the chair and guides her head to rest on his knee

and she glances up at him, nervous and so so pretty, and says "will... will you spank me sir?"

ghost feels his heart melt, works hard to keep his face neutral so she doesn't know how weak he is for her already. he shifts a bit in his spot, then speaks. "do you need to be punished?"

she flinches a little, but doesn't try to lean away. "i was mean to johnny," she confesses.

ghost just cocks a brow. "and do you think you deserve a punishment for that?"

she looks so confused, poor thing. ghost strokes his thumb over her temple while she works out what she wants to say.

"yes," she finally decides. "i think so."

"alright then. over my lap."

he's not too rough with her, of course. even if she couldn't fully ask for what she wanted and disguised it as a negative, he still gives her the pleasure she really wants. strokes her between slaps, reddens her ass and pets her pussy.

johnny coming out of the bedroom after his nap to see his pretty girl sprawled over simon's lap, gets soooo sad for her :( rushes to explain that she wasn't that mean, she doesn't need to be punished!! and simon just smirks, says "that's not what she said" and johnny looks down to see you flushed and glaring up at him

#why is writing the word “spanking” so humiliating #also so sorry this is soooo late!!!! im gonna try and get to some of my older asks #asks and answers #dlmliyh #bo writes #marshallmereel

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i wanna know ghoap's individual reactions to them finally breaking the reader, maybe the reader's been bratty all day long, refusing to play with the new toys simon got for her or sulking when johnny tries to play dress up using her, maybe simon's getting a little pissed and just pulls her onto his lap, she struggles, but then a warm, calloused thumb to her clit, rubbing gently, with his hot breath against that sensitive part her neck has the stiffness suddenly melting, and simon's eyes spark with GLEE as he sees her own eyes glaze over and she whines and pushes her hips further into his hands. god that would be so fun. but i'm not sure how this would work out for johnny

i need an oxygen machine

Simon's a little tired that day, doesn't quite have the energy to force you to submit, to force you into the soft headspace they want you in. So when you gripe and bitch he just grabs you, dragging you over on top of him without a word and ignoring your complaints. He curls you into him, scoops your legs up and tucks your feet under one thigh, has your ass planted on the other and rests his arm behind your back to give you support. You get a little wiggly and he doesn't even say anything, just growls out a low noise against your temple and sneaks his free hand between your legs. You go all stiff in his arms, and he strokes a little. Nothing much, just enough for you to feel the sensation, feel where he is. And you just break for him. Go fully limp in his arms, legs falling open and head falling to his neck as you let out a little keen, burrowing your face beneath his jaw and panting. He can't fuckin' believe it. He tugs you even closer, rubs just a little faster and pets up and down your back, mummering to you there you go, sweetheart. that's nice, isn't it? bein' so good for me, so soft. lettin' me be nice to you, so good. isn't this good? don't you like bein' good for me? that's my girl.

it would take a little more for johnny. you've got your guard up around him in a different way than you do with simon. you know what's happening with simon, have at least a bit of an idea what he'll do to/with you. but with johnny you've got to always prepare for the unexpected, so you sort of tiptoe around him a lot. the moment he thinks he's actually got you is just a lazy saturday afternoon. simon is napping on the couch, and johnny pulls you into the kitchen with him to make a cake. no reason, he just wants to do something with you, and it's rainy and gross out so he can't even take you on a walk anywhere. you're a little softer that day, had been good and not need any scolding or punishments, so your walls are lowered. you make the cake together from a box mix, johnny drawing the process out to spend as much time with you as possible. he picks you up by the hips at one point, drops you onto his feet and holds your hands as he dances the two of you around. it's silly, and johnny's singing terribly as he does it, all dramatic and loose, pulling your body along with his and not even making you take a step. you can't help but laugh, loud and full. johnny's heart stops when he hears it, and he quickly turns, pushing your back into a counter. you cut yourself off, staring up at him in surprise, and he gets so panicked, worried he's lost you already. so he does the first thing that comes to mind - dips his finger in the bowl of batter next to you and swipes it onto your nose. you lose it, already in a good headspace. you just burst out laughing, tears welling in your eyes. he can't even laugh with you, just stares down all wide-eyed at your euphoria. it's then that he knows it'll all be ok. you can be happy with them <3

#asks and answers #bo writes #dlmliyh

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Ghost irritated because Johnny is being irritating (lol) but he had been ignoring him because he was doing something else, and was hoping the cold shoulder would deter him (it doesn't). You approach Ghost to ask him something or whatever and he's so deeply in 'Johnny mode' that as soon as you're in reach he backhands you very much like he should be backhanding Johnny.

Thing is, you're not Johnny, and you didn't expect any punishment cause you were being good, let alone a punishment he usually dishes out on his military trained hunk of a sub. Ears ringing, fully dazed as you hit the floor so hard you slide across it a few inches, the whole room goes pindrop silent for a few seconds until you regain your balance on the floor, your eyes regain focus.

"S-sorry, sir..." You mumble softly as you try to regain your footing enough to stand back up, quickly waddling our ot the room to try and escape (from your point of view) Ghost's wrath, both men watching frozen on their spots as you scurry out of their view.

oh :(

he's given johnny plenty of warnings, plenty of little squeezes and glares and scoldings, so when he hears someone come up behind him again and feels the hand on his shoulder, he feels he's more than justified in getting physical

and he would've been - had you been johnny. in their relationship and their dynamic, backhanding johnny would've been expected and taken like a champ (a horny champ, but a champ nonetheless). but it's not justified with you. simon doesn't deal out casual physical punishments with you, that line for physical abuse is set differently. he'll whip you with his belt for escaping, but that's a capital-p-Punishment. something you expect and understand. a random backhanding for asking a question??? not something you understand or know to expect

lets say that johnny sent you over to simon, too. like, he knows how annoyed ghost is with him so he sends you over because he figures ghost will notice it's you and soften a little bit. but - he doesn't. and now you're teary on the floor with a big ol red mark on your cheek

you'd sort of shuffle out of the room, hurt and angry and a little scared, and you probably glare right at johnny. you think he set you up :( and he's, like, a little gobsmacked, he and ghost just both staring at you. you go off to lick your wounds in bed, burrow underneath the blankets and feel bad for yourself.

both johnny and ghost join you just moments later, a little frantic in their need to comfort you. johnny's a weird mix of furious and ghost and guilty as hell, ghost is just guilty as hell.

lots of pets for you, kisses laid over the glowing mark on your cheek, apologies from both of them and promises it wouldn't happen again.

#asks and answers #bo writes #dlmliyh #did not read through this one before posting sorry folks

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absolutely love the shock collar thing for ghoap x reader, especially post accident where they're both grovelling and super guilty for what happened because for once, neither one of them have nothing to use for punishing reader. that's all on them (Simon, mostly, but Johnny's just as guilty).

with that being said, I'd like to introduce this scenario:

maybe just a little bit of time passes. maybe they don't try to have outside time for a little while because reader absolutely detests the thought of the incident happening again since they lied to her the first time. not intentionally but she doesn't think otherwise because it wouldn't be the first time they made her break rules so that they can have an excuse to punish her and the "accident" as they said, might have been exactly that but this is worse because they lied to her face about it. so she doesn't want to give them any more excuses to hurt her again.

it actually gives her so much anxiety that it affects her way of thinking and the way she acts to the point where months go without her getting out of line. not once does she disobey them. not even giving just a little🤏 sarcasm in case one of them turns a complete 180 and goes apeshit on her. and at first, that's fine. it's what Simon might have wanted— complete obedience from his pet. but after a while, he starts to hate it because he can see that it's out of fear.

even when he tries to give her affection, that little flinch twists something in his dead heart. it's no better with Johnny either because she just receives his affection too with very little reaction. as if she's just going through the motions and waiting for it to end and not because she wants their affection.

they've been grovelling and trying to convince her that she's not in trouble for anything and trying to get her genuine reactions and trying to get her to be happy with them again, but anything they do is met with wide eyes, flinching, freezing or something else equally as negative.

but they don't know the extent of that fear until at dinner, one of them makes the mistake of mentioning outside time again and reader just... breaks down. like breaks into tears, hyperventilating and drops into fetal position (maybe even hide under the bed or in the closet) and begging them not to hurt her again because she's been a good girl like they wanted :(

and Simon has never hated himself more because he just wanted to see something other than fear in her eyes for once.

(is 🪐-anon taken? i feel like i'm going to frequent this area)

hey babe stay as long as you want! i will probably only grow more disturbed the longer i write. i didn't add a whole lot to this ask because honestly it stands really well on it's own, so tysm for sending it to me <3

i looved answering the shock collar asks, so fucked up and horrible in one of my favorite ways. that unintentional betrayal that can't taken back, their anger at your rightful distrust, you suddenly being totally averse to something you'd been begging for for weeks, oh it's all so horrible.

i really like the idea of reader becoming actively distressed when they want her to go outside again. she can't help but think they're going to trick her again, is determined to not allow that to happen under any circumstances. they didn't punish her past the shock last time, but who knows what they might do next time? no. it's simply not worth the risk

she doesn't really have a breakdown until simon calmly suggests they might force her outside if she keeps refusing - for her own health, he goes on, but she's already deep in the throes of panic by that point

it takes a long time for them to coax her into relaxing again, even longer for her to even look them in the eyes

simon doesn't mention forcing you outside again.

#🪐 anon #dlmliyh #asks and answers #i shouldve tagged these shock collar asks so i could find them again but whtvr

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Post shock collar accident is roooouuugghh

Cause now it's, well simon said you can pick whatever you want for dinner but what if that's a test? What if you're going to get shocked again if you pick wrong?

Johnny said that he got you something to draw in but what if that's a test too?

You're now questioning every reward, every move every word, anticipating a shock for not learning some lesson that you aren't even sure is a lesson

And you can't even trust when they reassure you that it's okay cause the last time they said that they lied.

Cue groveling from them both, Johnny made a liar by association, simon an unintentional liar.

Outside time(not that you want it, much to bith their anguish) is put on pause and the collar is removed so simon can meticulously go over ever detail ever component because that shouldn't have happened. And he sees how far back it's sent you so the idea of it happening again makes him tremble.

Contemplates wearing it himself and giving the remote to Johnny because he feels like he needs to atone for this, cause not only do you not trust him, you don't trust Johnny.

shock collar asks: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

would lowkey drive them insane that you trust them so little - it's like that first day of your captivity all over again, before you realized they seemed to really mean it when they said they didn't want to hurt you (also pre escape punishments). but now? now you're terrified of them and it's justified. they promised you over and over and over again that the collar wouldn't go off, and it did. they lied to your face, the both of them, and you suffered because of it

so they're frustrated that you look at them like they've got a gun to your head when they ask if you'd like to go outside, but they also get it

and at first johnny was just endlessly mad at ghost - he's the one who didn't turn the collar off, this is all his fault. but then ghost is gone one day and johnny asks if you'd like to go outside and your reaction is just as bad as it's been every other time they've asked. he has to confront the fact that he also lied to you, that you don't trust him either :(

might even nix the shock collar completely. maybe you just won't be outside without one of them ever again, so they never have to worry about this

also simon giving johnny the collar to shock him with is a fantastic punishment but i don't think johnny would be into seeing ghost in pain

#asks and answers #dlmliyh #bo writes

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OH

Johnny ties reader up for some fun when it’s just him and her but she fights so hard against him that she ends up with either a broken wrist or a really bad sprain :/

Simon is pissed when he gets home, Johnny is panicked, reader is just distraught all around and for some reason still tied by her other wrist to the bed while Johnny tries to explain to simon what happened

🌚 anon

he keeps her tied by the other wrist because he doesn't want to hurt herself more!!! if she runs around she could trip, or try and pull away from him, make it all so much worse! it's not exactly like they can take her to the hospital now, and she's hunched in on herself to keep johnny from getting a closer look, and he can't make her let him look cause then she'll panic and hurt herself more and- and he is so panicked. calls simon and has nearly lost his mind, can't get a full sentence out til simon uses his lieutenant voice and kicks him into gear, gets him to breathe and say what happened.

takes simon fucking ages to get you to show him what's wrong - nothing serious, you'll just need to keep your wrist stabilized for a few days to keep from making it worse. but getting you to let him get close while also trying to keep johnny calm is nearly impossible, and calming the both of you down after feels just as hard

johnny isn't allowed to play with you without simon there for at least a week. he's so sad, feels so guilty, just can't stop moping around because he hates that he's the one who hurt you. just absolutely cannot handle it. needs endless love and comfort from simon since you refuse to try and make your literal kidnapper feel better. that is so far from being your responsibility.

(but johnny is so good at looking pathetic, so sometimes you show him a little physical affection. card a hand through his hair, lean your weight into him, tangle you hands with his in bed)

#🌚 anon #asks and answers #ghoap x reader #love this ask #dlmliyh

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With the shock collar, how would it play put if somehow, either a) she didn't know it shocks her and she leans her head over the fence to look at some flowers and it goes off or b) it suddenly malfunctions and shocks her out of nowhere? How would ghoap react? X

2 for 1 again :)

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you'd be sooooo fucking nervous all the time. learning the collar around your neck could shock you at any time??? suddenly makes sense why they're so militant about taking it off before showers/baths lmfao

johnny or simon would open a window in the house and you're not even leaning out it. johnny tries to call you over to look down at a bunny beneath the window and you're like. absolutely not. johnny gets a little pouty and simon just rolls his eyes, forces you over to bend out the window so you stop being so nervous to get anywhere near the perimeter of the house.

you'd be soo clingy during outside time (still not over that term lol) for a while. but they'd finally get you to start stepping away from them after a week or two of daily time outside - a massive relief, there was a little bit of time where they were both a little worried they might've pushed a little far.

so maybe this time you've wandered a little far, but johnny is like a step behind you??? and simon reassures you over and over and over again that they've disabled the shock when he opens the gate, johnny just really wants to show you some patch of flowers or smth. takes a ton of coaxing to get you out, but you finally listen, head out in front of johnny and behind simon

except you take a step out, toward simon's outstretched hand, and hit the ground again. come to a second later with a ringing in your ears, black spots in your vision.

you don't understand. simon promised. did he lie?

he and johnny are so fucking freaked. johnny is so so so angry at simon, and all simon can do is try and get you to say something so they know you're ok. feels so bad for lying, even unintentionally, his hands shake a little above your face

and for johnny like... he doesn't control the shock collar, that's all simon. and he helped reassure you that simon had made sure it was turned off, had called you silly for doubting. and now??? they had both lied???? he'd be so fucking angry at simon

i think a punishment for simon in this situation would be like... smth like having johnny guide him on how to worship you. no getting off himself, obviously, and giving you pleasure for hours in all the ways johnny details. he loses complete control (to his puppy, no less) and isn't allowed any relief. just has to make it up to you :(

takes a lot of apologizing and softer sex for johnny to get over it

takes even longer for you to believe them when they try to get you outside again. takes you to square one and back a few more steps :(

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The thought of Ghoap + yn doing “normal” couples activities is morbidly hilarious💀 [cue the “blinking at the waiter in Morse code meme”]

they take her to the fair and threaten to put her in one of those leash backpacks if she lets go of their hands for even a second

they go to a restaurant and johnny shovels food into her mouth any time the waiter is near so she can't even try to get herself in trouble

date night at the movies <3 with her wearing a gag underneath a surgical mask and her hair very carefully laid over the straps

riding on the subway except johnny keeps his arms looped around your shoulders and your face buried in his chest so you can't even think of asking for help

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soap comforting you as ghost punishes you for (yet another) escape attempt, holding your face in his hands, giving you soft kisses and telling you how it's gonna be ok, he had to learn the hard way too, but simon's just doing what's best, he always knows whats best, and if you just stick with it like johnny did and keep taking it like a good girl you can be just as happy as johnny is, as simon beats your ass raw with a heavy leather belt.

ok i had to sit on this one for a few hours because oh my fucking god. oh my fucking GOD. this is so hot. idk who you are but we are getting married and i expect to see you at the courthouse tomorrow morning so dont be late.

im having heart palpitations over this. all the same cw for the fic (plus punishment spanking with a belt) below the cut.

You're shaking, chest heaving and knees weak as Johnny drags you behind him. You try to beg, to plead for him to let you go and to make him understand but he refuses, just scowls and growls out, "Stop throwin' a hissy fit. You shouldnta ran, you knew that. What happens now is all yer own fault."

He takes you into the bedroom, tugs you forward and shoves you onto the bed, then gets in behind you and hugs you tightly to him. He's unwilling to let you go as he worms his way into the position he wants, wiggling with just his legs to help until he's propped up on the headboard with you between his thighs. He doesn't move to comfort you or soothe your cries, just listens as you whine and sob.

Eventually Simon comes in, looking angry. You thought you had seen him mad before but now... this is another level. It's something you had spotted in Johnny when he first found you, the primal rage clear in his eyes, but it rides Simon's entire body. If you hadn't known you'd fucked up already, Simon's form would've told you.

He's literally shaking in rage. His hands are balled into fists, but there's a little tremor there.

His strides to the bed are quick, and he's got your neck in a tight grip before you realize he's on his way. He yanks you forward, nearly out of Johnny's arms, and growls right in your face. "Back where you fucking belong, huh pet?"

You can only shiver, too spooked to answer. He scoffs, shoves you away and leans back on his heels. "You did good, Johnny. You'll get your reward later, yeah?"

Johnny's still tense, every line of him beneath you hard and rigid. "Yes, sir."

Simon stares you down for a moment, then blows out a harsh breath through his noise and reaches down to begin unbuckling his belt. "Flip her over, Johnny. Want you to hold her still for her punishment."

Johnny's moving to follow his orders before they're even finished, flipping you with ease and pressing down on your lower back to keep you pinned.

"Hng-!" you grunt, trying to push up and away from sheer panic, but Johnny's not having it. He lands a powerful blow on your ass, shocking you into staying still long enough for him to grab your chin and yank up so you're looking at him.

"Gotta take your punishment, baby," he murmurs, eyes softening just the slightest bit at your panic-stricken face. "It'll all be over once you take it, yeah? We'll forgive you after."

"Johnny," you whine, hands coming up to scrabble at his chest as you feel the bed shift to one side. He makes a little tsk sound, grabs both your wrists and forces them to the small of your back, holding them there with one hand and stroking your cheek with the other.

"Hush, now.. No more talkin' til Simon says."

There's another harsh blow to you ass, this one stronger and from Simon. You can't stifle your yelp at the immediate ache. "Tell me why you're in trouble."

You can only sniffle, trying to yank your chin away from Johnny to bury your face in his chest. He doesn't let you.

Another smack. "C'mon, girl. Tell me why you're in trouble. You don't want to make me ask again."

You jolt a little at that, slightly reinvigorated in your squirming until Johnny's hold tightens to an almost painful point. You finally try to gasp out an answer. "I-I left, I wasn-wasn't supposed to leave."

There's a snarl from behind you, another smack. "You ran away. Good girls don't fucking do that. Anythin' coulda happened out there, coulda fuckin' died without us there. That what you want?" smack "Huh? Answer me, you rather die than be with us, pet?"

"No!" you sob, hips wriggling. "No, no! 'm sorry!" You're nearly wailing, the anticipation for your punishment driving you insane. You can't hold back the sobs.

"Calm down," Simon grunts, a heavy hand coming to push between your shoulder blades. "Panic'll only put the punishment off. Let's just get this over with, yeah sweetheart?"

You whine in reply, blinking a little to clear your vision and staring deep into Johnny's eyes. There's a stillness in the room for a moment, it feels like time completely stops as they give you a second to come back to yourself.

"Count them," Simon commands after you breathe evenly a few times. Your eyes furrow just a bit, Johnny's lips quirking up, and you hear a loud sound of something swinging through the air before your backside erupts in pain.

You practically scream, attempting to shoot away from Johnny. He's ready for you, muscling you back into place on top of him. He locks his ankles on top of yours, holds your legs down so you have no leverage.

There's another blow landed before you've fully realized what's happening. You let out a high shout again, eyes squeezed shut in pain as you're forced to just lay still and take it.

"Count, lass," Johnny murmurs, free hand stroking over your head far too softly considering how roughly he holds the rest of you.

Another blow, another shout, and in the short space between another you call out "Th-three! Three!"

There's a grunt from behind you, a hand stroking over one of your cheeks that has you yelping and trying to jerk away despite it's softness. "No. Start over."

Another blow. You wail in pain, sucking in just enough air to shout, "One!"

"Good. Again."

Another blow. They feel endless, you shouting and crying out in pain until it feels like your throat is bleeding, interspersed with what feel like empty comforts from Johnny.

"You're alright, lass, you can take it."

"F-four!"

"I know, I know it hurts, bonnie. You'll be alright, you're taking it so well."

"A-ah!"

"What number?"

"Five! Five, please, stop I can't-!"

"Simon's takin' real good care of you, baby. Just gotta teach you a lesson, yeah? Teach you what you did wrong."

"Six!"

"It's scary, isn't it? It's ok, you can handle it. Be a good girl for us now."

"S... seven, oh god-"

"Hush, you just have to let it happen. It gets better, you'll see. Simon'll show you."

"Eight... eight, please, I can't take it... I can't..."

"You can. I did it too, lass. It's hard, I know, but it's good. It feels so good once it makes sense."

"Ni...nine..."

"Just gotta go through it - no way past but through, yeah? You're being so good, baby, takin' your punishment so good."

"Ten..."

You hear something fall to the ground behind you and Johnny's hands release your wrists, reaching up to your arms so he can pull you up and tuck you beneath his chin, shushing you as you sob.

"There you go, love, you did it. Hush, now, it's ok, it's ok. You took it so well, such a strong girl for us."

"Johnny," Simon rumbles from behind you, and without further instruction he turns you a little away from his body, forces your head towards Simon. "Tell me why you were punished, sweetheart."

You can't make anything more than a noise of pain, the ache in your ass feeling like it's sunk to your very bones. Johnny makes a soothing noise in his chest, pets a hand through your hair.

"I..." you gasp a little, hiccupping. "I ran away. I'm not supposed to.. not supposed to run away."

"That's right," Simon cooed, all hostility and anger just gone from his voice. He reached for you and you couldn't help but flinch away, desperate to hide back in Johnny's neck. "No, don't hide from me, love. You took your punishment. It's over now, I'm not angry anymore."

You shake your head a little, unable to believe what he's saying. You're still locked in a haze of adrenaline, limbs shaking as they wait for more pain. There's a sigh from next to you, then strong arms wrapping around both you and Johnny. You can't hold back your little yelp, arms curling more tightly where they're wrapped around Johnny's neck.

Both of you are pulled to Simon's chest, his hand stroking from your head all the way down your back. His hand passes over your ass each stroke, and as time passes you flinch a little less each time. Your breathing is still unsteady, little whines creeping out of your throat every few gasps, but your heartrate slows and you relax little by little as there's no more pain.

"There, that's a good girl," Simon hums above you, hand not pausing it's trek down your spine. "You took my belt so well, did so good for me. Not gonna run away again, are ya?"

You shake your head with all the energy left in you, whining "No," in fear he hadn't understood your movement.

"That's right. Cause if you do, it'll be thirty with the belt."

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reader who just kinda gives up after the shock collar incident. if she can't even go outside without them hurting her so bad, what's the point? if they loved her as much as they say they do, why would they lie? what else have they been lying abt? are they lying when they say they want the best for her? would they lie abt hurting her for her own good? what's the point in doing anything if they're just going to lie about everything.

she finds herself alone while they're deployed. just crying in the room, thinking abt what she's gone through. just to make them happy. how she kind of likes them, and she hates herself for that. how could she love her kidnappers. she can't do anything but sob. and ghoap can't do anything but watch her on the cameras.

they get back and pamper her ruthlessly. but she doesn't even talk, or look them in the eyes. sometimes when they're laying down, she just cries to herself and ghoap just can't seem to figure out how to fix her.

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sorry for the late-ish response babe!!! ❤️‍🩹 is available :) and for anyone curious, the full list of anon emojis is in my pinned!!! as long as it's not listed there, it's available!

i think i wrote about this concept a couple times with dlmliyh specifically, but honestly babe i am Not digging through my blog lmaoo i'll just rewrite it here <3

i think the whole shock collar thing provides some great opportunity with softness from ghost and soap. they'd pamper you so much, do literally everything for you - if johnny could breathe for you, he would. you're never out of their line of sight either. you flinch when they get too close, which just makes them think you need to spend more time with them to get more used to their presence :(

i also think ghost has a pathological inability to apologize, so the closest "sorry for electrocuting you" you can get from him is acts of service, yk?

anyways, i really don't have any ideas about reader's recovery in a situation like this (hence why i've never actually written it as a drabble lmaoooo, the fantasy ends pretty abruptly in my mind) so im tapping out here <3 tysm for sending in an ask!

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omg if the reader in dlmliyh got sick ☹️ nothing serious just a little cold or something but she gets soooooooo whiny 😫 and she just crawls into Simons lap crying a little bit and sniffling🥲 and she just MELTS into him, so happy and warm, feeling soooo safe. Simon and Johnny can’t believe it. A day ago she was scratching and hissing at them, saying she hated them, plotting to run away. And now….. she’s practically begging for snuggles

i swear to god i've answered an ask like this before but idk where and who doesn't love a sickfic

you're soooo soft and vulnerable when you're sick :( just want cuddles and quiet, want to spend all day wrapped up in the arms of either simon or johnny, no matter how much you insists to yourself that you still hate them

they'd catch on very quickly to why you were so clingy (the sniffling and coughing is a dead giveaway) and they are more than happy to comfort you when you reach for it so sweetly.

you're naked except for a pair of johnny's boxers and simon's hoodie, and you spend all day taking it on and off depending on how cold or hot you are at that exact moment. when you're half asleep you'll just tuck your arms into the sleeves with a little grumble, and one of them tugs it the rest of the way off for you <3

they make you any food you want. plenty of soups, pasta, crackers, any comfort food you might want they'll make. and they'll lean you up against their chest to spoon feed you, cause your hand is too shaky for you to do it on your own :(

you sniffle a few times in a row and ghost holds a tissue up to your nose, tells you "blow" and gives you a look when you try to refuse, wipes your nose when your done and kisses your heated cheeks

johnny will help keep you entertained all day. he'll curl up with you on the couch and put on the trashiest tv imaginable, have fun watching your sick brain take everything way too seriously and become very invested in the drama with you. rubs your socked feet where they rest in his lap

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