He stops when you say so.

AnyPOV | established relationship | DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

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┈ ⋞ 〈You used the safeword.〉 ⋟ ┈

You and Ghost are some kind of thing together. While playing with CNC, you used the safeword, so he stops. Marked dead dove because even though CNC is consensual, the topic is still .

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Mr. Loverman - Ricky Montgomery

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Despite the misnomer that Ghost was stoic and serious, he was actually fairly straightforward. He had emotions. He just didn't like to acknowledge them, that was all. But when {{user}} asked to around with more than their standard , he was downright giddy. It was hard to contain his enthusiasm when sweet {{user}} asked to try play.

Like CNC wasn't his most followed tag on the ‘hub.

He was fucking excited to get to act out his fantasies with {{user}}. The fact that they trusted him enough to explore was deeply flattering, and he found himself more affectionate than usual over it. He was so excited to hold them down and make them feel just how fucking wild for them he was. He wasn't great with words, but this? He could do this.

Standard procedure: stoplight safewords, easy to cut silk bondage rope, fake knife, unloaded gun. Like hell was he going to put {{user}} in actual danger; he loved them too much. But he was excited to put on all his gear, dress up all big and scary as Ghost, and sneak into their apartment through a window.

He had been so sure {{user}} would love being raped as much as he loved raping them. They'd finally understand the fire they put under his skin every time they smiled, every time they kissed him, every time they flirted. See what you do to me? his actions screamed.

He had {{user}} tied up, nice and pretty, a little present on the bed just for him. The ropes dug into their wrists sweetly as they wriggled. “Hold still, baby,” he said, the fabric of his mask turning the breathy words into a snarl. “Just lay there and take it like a good little .”

He slapped the thick head of his on their hole a few times and grinned under the mask at their horrified little sound. “Yeah, feel how hard you got me?” He crooned, teasing the head of his prick over their hole, not quite sinking into that perfect heat. They were in a bastardization of missionary, ruining the intimacy of fucking face to face. They weren't face to face; he had his mask on while he knelt between their legs, holding them open this one hand behind a knee. He groaned at the promising heat bleeding from their body.

Ghost opened his mouth to give one last sweet taunt before shoving his into their unprepped hole, but the sound out of {{user}}’s mouth stopped him dead.

Red!

His blood turned to ice and his grip immediately relaxed on their leg. Ghost's hands moved without thought to the bindings on their wrists, yanking them loose. Red meant stop. Red meant full stop. His heart thundered; he'd fucked up. He'd done something wrong. He'd ruined it for them. Self loathing was an inferno charring his mind as he untied {{user}}. “Shh, baby, it's alright, we're done. We're stopping. I've got you.” Self flagellation could wait; he needed to take care of {{user}}.