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𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 (pt. 1) — 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺

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𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳!𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘹 𝘧!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 — 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘤 — 17.7𝘬 (crying TT)

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦 — 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴/𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 — 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭, 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 & 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢, 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳!𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵!𝘢𝘶, 141𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨!𝘢𝘶, 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 (10𝘺𝘳𝘴), 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

note: the year is circa 1908 and 10 years after the spanish-american war (1898). reader has long hair bc i felt like that was historically accurate... hope that's ok <3

header gunslinger ghost render by @ave661

you had heard the whispers on the horizon.

the whole town buzzed with a sort of energy—a swirling mass of dusty brown and gurgling in your stomach.

anxiety. you saw it on passerby faces through Daddy’s saloon, the bouncing knee of your mama under the table while you said grace at dinner. she never bounced her knee. it was a strict habit she trained you out of from a young age. claimed that it wasn’t proper for a young, unmarried lady like yourself.

that morning, when you stood over the wash bin in front of the dusty mirror, you wiped at your face with an old washcloth and smoothed the lines of your face like your mama taught you.

Ghost was coming to town.

no matter how you brushed your hair, the dust climbing through the desert coated it in a thin, particulate grime. Mama tightened your corset as you shoved your toes into leather heeled boots.

“remember yourself, girl,” she spoke lowly. “remember your manners. behave for once and don’t embarrass your daddy.”

you only rolled your eyes at her hissed warnings. you had met with Daddy’s business partners over several dinners where you put on your best show to pour them a glass of Daddy’s fancy bourbon all the way from kentucky.

these were the rules: you don’t speak to them unless spoken to, and you let them touch you however they please.

you shuddered, stomach curling at the thought of the last dinner. Mr. Turner’s wrinkled hand had slid up your thigh and you twisted away in reflex, accidentally knocking a bottle of bourbon onto the floor that shattered and soaked the hem of his wife’s fancy dress.

she had screamed at you and your daddy’s face had gone red, sending you a look of warning. Mama barely spared you a glance as she pulled you down to the floor to clean it up, pinching the skin of your arm in frustration.

you couldn’t tell if it felt worse to have Mr. Turner’s hand squeezing at your thigh or to be at your knees in front of him.

the strings of your corset pulled tight and you bit back a gasp as Mama tied it deftly with the practiced curl of her rough hands. you put on your best blouse and tucked it into a navy skirt that flowed into a blue, watery circle round your ankles. looking into the mirror, you thought your mama looked so much more poised and ready than you.

with a shaky exhale, you turned to her and she slapped at your face. you winced at the sting it left on your cheek.

“you’ll be fine.”

you felt far from it, trailing after her as the orange sun bled through the grimey windows, a blanket of dust settling on them in the windy evening. you had scrubbed them only yesterday.

settling yourself behind the expanse of Daddy’s bar, you smoothed over the dark wood. the saloon was eerily empty and quiet, a silent omen of Ghost’s arrival approaching. he had sent word only a few days ago. he had urgent business with Daddy and he was coming. now.

as you shuffled through Daddy’s whiskey collection, rearranging and wiping bottles down, you remembered the legends that alcoholics brought in every other week. another story on Ghost—the masked iron harbinger of death and justice. he wasn’t a sheriff, a good and honorable christian, or a vigilante. he was a bounty hunter, a cold-hearted gunslinger with a nasty sore spot for bourbon, money, and women. someone who disappeared without a trace, shooting out runaway criminals, bringing back carcasses for an extra dime.

he wasn’t even human.

a ghost. or so you heard.

you combed through the alcoholic contents, anxiously placing them and replacing them. your mama would be calling you to dinner any second and lead you to the table, Daddy at the head and Ghost at the other, right next to your spot where his hand would be on your thigh, eyes burning into the curve of your cheek. 

swallowing, you leaned against the bar top. you wanted to run away. you didn’t know how much longer you could go—how many more business partners Daddy would work with to expand his saloon chain. how much longer until he would be selling his daughter’s honor for a bigger investment…

the familiar click and chime of the saloon doors swinging open came from behind. you crossed your arms and didn’t turn to see who it was. you knew Mama would’ve had your head for being so rude.

“saloon’s closed,” you called out, “Daddy’s got business with—”

“Ghost.”

you stiffened and uncrossed your arms to peer over your shoulder.

there, at the entrance of the saloon, stood a broad and tall figure, hips thick and laden with a gun holster. he hooked his fingers on his belt, embroidered silver buckle glimmering in the red hours of the evenings. his backlit silhouette stark against the sunset made it hard to make out anything else, but you were sure when you saw the shine of his red mask and the wide berth of his black Stetson, a silver skull and crossbones clasped to its brim.

Daddy’s got business with Ghost.

you were frozen. the casual way his thick gloved hand settled on his revolver sent tremors through you.

“you’re supposed to be at dinner with Daddy,” you said, throat tight, and he trudged forward, boots heavy on the wood floorboards. he walked with a heady weight, and as he neared, you could make out the darkness of his eyes piercing through his skull mask.

“wanted bourbon.”

you stared at him for a long moment. he sat at a barstool, all his weight and broadness settled over the bartop. whatever trance you were in broke when he tipped his head at you in question—or impatience, you couldn’t discern. probably the latter.

you fumbled for a kentucky bourbon. you had done this a million times over at the saloon, but the crackle of the air and his gaze following your every move had your hands wobbling. the shaky clink of the bourbon bottle against the glass grappled with the silence of the room. suddenly, you felt hyper aware of the looseness of your blouse when you bent to pour his bourbon. you didn’t dare look up into his gaze.

“you scared of me?” his accent was foreign and grating and sent shivers down your spine. you should’ve been hollering for your mama at this point, but you felt rooted to the spot. 

shakily, you exhaled. “no.”

when you pulled back, you watched in amazement as he pulled up the bottom of his black mask, revealing a canvas of pale skin, dark stubble, and a strong jawline that pulled into a tight frown on his lips. a litter of scars shone silver in the light when he tipped back to drain the glass of bourbon.

when he placed the empty glass back on the table, he reached into the inner pocket of his black trench coat and pulled out a cigarette. you flinched when his heavy gaze ran over you.

“light me up, lovely?”

you nodded dumbly, reaching for the lighter under the countertop and held it out to him. he looked up at you, unmoving, and you blinked in confusion before his gloved hand gripped your wrist with a tightness.

he moved your hand with his own, thumbing over the sparkwheel till the flame jumped to life and leaned his mouth forward to tip his cigarette into the flame.

your whole body felt light and fiery—like you were floating a bit off the ground, shoulders drawn with a tightness. a sharp exhale left you when he finally released you, the skin of your wrist tingling in the memory of his leather grip.

smoke clouded your eyes in a haze and you blinked rapidly, quickly wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. he huffed, corners of his lips twitching, a dark gleam in his eye. his rested his hand against the countertop, smoke trailing up in the room and you watched his lips part like he was about to say something—

Mama strode into the room, freezing at the entrance of the back door behind the counter. you had never seen her so tense, her eyes moving from you, to the hulking man smoking a cigarette.

“welcome, sir,” she greeted and he only nodded, pulling his mask back down as he snuffed out his cigarette in an ashtray.

it was like you remembered yourself in that moment, that the man across from you was Ghost, the bounty hunter, the murderer, and the devil. you shuffled away into her side when Ghost stood. her arm was tight when it circled your waist, and you mustered all your strength not to shake. Mama’s gaze was on him but Ghost was only staring at you.

you stared at the floor instead.

“this way, sir,” she said, gate polite and posture poised as she led you and Ghost to the dining room through the back of the saloon’s supply and storage to the other side of the building where he was supposed to enter.

his footsteps were heavy behind you and the hair on your neck prickled. you scurried forward but it was like you could feel his warm breath down your back.

when you found Daddy, it was almost a crushing relief to see the sweeping calm on his half-lidded face at the dinner table. he was so charming, you were sure he could use his business skills to weasel out of this. like he had a million times before.

Mama’s steaming food was laid out over the table—buttered chicken, thick mashed potatoes, greasy green beans with bacon bits. you tried to move to sit on the opposite side of the table, far away from Ghost, but your daddy’s eyes pinned you with a warning and you grimaced, sitting carefully next to him. Ghost’s gaze burned your face.

“Ghost,” Daddy greeted, “pleasure to see you again.”

he only grunted, mask pulled tight over his features. you couldn’t see anything but the dark swirl of his eyes. he didn’t even take off his hat at the table.

you glanced at your mother’s face by Daddy but her eyes were intent, focused on Ghost. she didn’t seem to care at all. you shifted in your seat. you knew Ghost was a very special guest, but not even special guests were above Mama’s rules.

“what brings you to our small town?”

Mama nudged you under the table with her foot, and you kept yourself from rolling your eyes, standing to serve Ghost food. you carefully dished it on his plate neatly, just like Mama taught you, but he didn’t even spare the food a glance.

“i was at your saloon in jackson county.” you froze briefly. jackson county is a long way from the west. he must’ve traveled day and night to reach your small town embedded in tumbleweeds and dust.

his head tipped thoughtfully so you couldn’t see his eyes anymore under the width of his hat. “it’s a nice place. good kentucky bourbon.”

Daddy smiled but his eyes narrowed. you were about to dump a spoonful of mashed potatoes on Ghost’s plate but he gripped your wrist lightly.

“i’m alright,” he said low, and your spine prickled. there was a warning in it, so you sat back in your seat, leaning to the furthest edge away from him. you dreaded the moment his gloved palm would glide up your thigh.

“why are you here, Ghost?” Daddy asked again, his hand reaching down below the table. you imagined it resting on the holster, revolver lodged against his hip. 

Ghost leaned forward.

“first, you tell me why I saw Turner’s boys loitering around jackson county.”

Daddy went pale in a way you’ve never seen before and Mama shifted uncomfortably. her knee was bouncing again.

“nearly got my head shot off. had to comb my way through texas to lose ‘em.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed in the dimness of the dining room.

“you know how i feel about the Turner boys, Henry.”

you shivered at his low tone. what the hell was going on?

there was a calculated thickness in Daddy’s voice. it blanketed all the desperation in his clenched jaw. “i needed investors, Ghost. Turner was the highest bidder.”

“do you need a reminder of who built your business from scratch in the first place?”

your brows raised. Daddy did business with Ghost?

“no i remember. i also remember how you high-tailed it out of here when the Turner boys showed up five years ago.”

you jumped in your seat when Daddy stood and placed his revolver on the dinner table. Mama gasped and murmured something like disapproval that Daddy ignored. it gleamed in the low light and your jaw clamped.

“i’m not afraid of you, Ghost. Turner’s protecting me now.”

Ghost’s silence was deadly, his hulking form too relaxed, but you could see his hand twitch where it lay on his holster. was this going to lead to a shootout?

you tried to convey your silent question in the way that you peered into the curve of his mask but his eyes were dead set on Daddy.

“Turner is protecting you now?”

“yes.” 

Ghost stared up at your daddy for a long time before his gaze traveled to you. you reached deep inside you to muster the courage and stare unflinchingly back.

“i want my money back, Henry.” it was a low deadly whisper, his eyes never leaving you. Daddy balked.

“you know i can’t do that.”

“but you can. and i want my money back or i can take something much more precious.”

his gloved hand came up to stroke at your cheek and you bit back a hiss, biting down on your lower lip. Mama stood now, clutching at Daddy’s arm.

“you won’t, you devil!” she cried and Ghost gripped firmly at your jaw, razor eyes digging into you. a tight hand around his wrist, you tried to pry him off but he was too strong. he wouldn’t budge. a traitorous tear spilled from the corner of your eye. Ghost brushed it away with his thumb.

“you have no honor,” your Daddy whispered and Ghost went lax. you pushed his hand away and pressed yourself to the back of your chair in a ball.

a new boiling anger built in you. you were being used again as another part in Daddy’s business transactions.

“you sell your daughter to investors for a buck. do you really want to talk about honor?” he chewed out the words and you shuddered, holding your breath to keep down the sobs that threatened to push up into your lungs.

“i protected you. this was my territory. i had men in your town and i made sure no bandits came near your saloons and i made sure none left alive. then, you went to work with Turner instead.” Ghost stood at the table, revolver in hand. he cocked the gun and Mama shrieked.

“this is a fair trade. give me my investment back or i’ll take her instead.” the barrel of his revolver slowly swung from Daddy to you. in his black suit in bloody mask, Ghost truly did look like the devil. you wanted to shake, to cry and scream and sob, but only a venomous anger spread through you.

what did Ghost know about fairness? 

“if i go it’s on my terms,” you hissed under your breath and Ghost’s eyes swiveled to you. Mama began to shout in protest but he pointed the revolver dead above her browline and your Daddy hissed, picking up his own revolver and cocking it.

“what’re your terms, lovely?” he asked in a low tone.

“you leave my Mama and Daddy alone.” with a harsh swallow, you wiped at the tears on your cheeks. “i can ride a horse. i can shoot well ‘cause Daddy taught me. i know how to pour a glass and tend a bar. i can read and write. i know good manners and i can talk smart when i need it.

Ghost’s eyes were half-lidded as he looked down on you, sitting as straight as you possibly could at the dinner table. your Daddy’s revolver was trained on Ghost now.

“i won’t get in the way. take me instead of the money.”

Ghost blinked. “what’re my terms?”

you hesitated, voice cracked wide open. “you…you’ll own me.”

his eyes narrowed. “body and soul?”

you nodded slowly, feeling your anger deflate as your mama began to sob. 

“body and soul.” you screwed your eyes shut, head dipping forward. the devil.

“Henry?”

your Daddy looked weakly at Ghost, his shoulders falling. he looked meek and small and not even half the smart man you thought he was. his revolver clattered to the dinner table in defeat and you didn’t spare him a glance when you stood from the dinner table to trudge up the stairs and pack your things, the food sprawled across the dinner table cold and forgotten.

you didn’t have time to think about what you needed or what to say goodbye to. the stuffed bear your daddy got you for your tenth birthday lay discarded among your bedsheets. old letters from the girls in town were strewn off your desk as you dug for stationary. you stopped midway when you realized there was no way Ghost would let you write your parents on the move through the west.

was this your new life? confined to bounty hunting and running from foes? living as a ghost?

you shivered, shoving blouses and skirts and a canteen on your nightstand into a knapsack. you pulled out the drawer of your dresser and dug under more clothes to find a revolver and pack of ammo. Mama would beat you if she ever knew it was there and that’s why you always kept it hidden.

you loaded up the cylinder, pushing the bullets into each chamber and ramming the cylinder back in place.

“gearing up to kill me?”

you froze and looked over your shoulder to find Ghost crowding your doorway. for someone of his stature, he moved too quietly. usually, you would be embarrassed at the mess dispersed across the floor, your undergarments at a pile by his dusty boots.

but you just narrowed your eyes, ignoring him as you carded through your room, collecting random essentials. matches, money, your sharpest letter opener, and in a last second grab, your journal.

he watched all your movements with an eerie silence.

“i’m not planning on keeping you forever.” he stepped forward till he was just a short arm length from your back. his voice was cold.

“your daddy’ll try and kill me first, then he’ll cough up the money eventually. it’s a temporary trade off.”

“i’m not one of your business transactions,” you snapped, and he blinked at you.

“‘course not.”

his words weren’t convincing. you tried to squeeze past him but his outstretched arm blocked your path. you almost snapped at him again but shrunk back when his steady eyes pinned you down. he crowded you back until you blindly hit the dresser. 

your neck craned up. he was so much bigger than you.

the swell of his chest with each breath almost brushed against you, and you squirmed under his intense gaze.

“you offered yourself up to me,” he said, calculated. “why?”

you swallowed down the anxious gurgling in your stomach. “you wouldn’t believe me.”

“tell me anyway.”

“i hate it here.”

he cocked his head at you. “the rich girl wants to become a bounty hunter?”

you frowned, raising the revolver and digging it into his stomach. “don’t think that i could?”

he gave you a long look before tipping his hat and stepping back. “didn’t say that, lovely.”

you whispered it under your breath. “devil.”

the grip on his holster tightened. “maybe. but i know how to be a gentleman.”

he picked up the knapsack on your bed, despite your grumble of protest, and slung it over his shoulder. 

“don’t worry. i’ll take real good care of you, princess.”

you could only imagine a smug smirk hidden by the shroud of his mask as he walked out your bedroom.

it was surreal watching the tears stream down Mama’s face as she cupped your face in her hands. facing them now, you searched your daddy’s eyes for an ounce of anger or fight. 

just give him the money, you wanted to scream at your daddy, but he stared straight through you and the hands that clutched at your face.

Ghost watched from a distance, arms curled over his chest, leaning against a fence post that his black stallion was tied to, leisurely grazing at the dry tufts of grass. your horse, Sugar, stamped in the dirt nearby, kicking up dust. Ghost’s dark gaze pierced you even at a distance.

Daddy could never out gun Ghost even if he tried.

you startled when Mama pulled you into a tight hug. she hissed low and angry, “you wait till he falls asleep and you kill him, you hear me?” she pinched at the skin of your arm. “you put three bullets in that devil’s heart and you run back to us.” 

she brushed hair away from your face, sweeping away the dust on the crown of your head. “okay?”

you nodded, swallowing, throat bone dry.

“you’ll be fine.”

those were her final words when your daddy led you to your horse and let you clamber up into your saddle. Ghost looked at you expectantly from over his shoulder as your daddy patted your knee.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart.” 

no you’re not.

you looked into his charming face, a twisted look on his lips. his eyes were tired.

“goodbye, Daddy.”

you took one look over the small town and the dust that blew through it. Ghost turned his horse into the dying light of the day and you dug the heel of your boot into the flank of your mare, tightening the reins, and took off after Ghost. soon, your mama and daddy become a dot in the horizon, and you almost suppressed a smile.

you weren’t sure how long you rode. it felt like hours, dust kicking up in a big cloud after the pair of you into the dark night. you only stopped every hour or so to let the horses rest up, drink, feed and you were off again. you should’ve been tired but you were so high with exhilaration, lungs burning with exertion from the long ride, that you almost didn’t catch Ghost’s call to rest drifting over the wind rushing in your ears.

your chest was put through the wringer, panting as you slid off your horse. 

“good girl, Sugar.” you slapped at her dapple gray shoulder. she snorted, tossing her mane anxiously.

as you traveled further into…wherever you were, the cacti and low brush built up into bushes and weedy looking trees. into a forest.

Ghost lit the lantern strung up on his saddle bags and gave you a sharp, wordless look before leading his horse by the reins further into the woods. you followed him, head on a swivel at the unfamiliar surroundings.

you were used to the big, brown, orange flat canvas of your small town. the green grass underfoot was unusual and the trees cast long, distorting shadows. you startled, stopping short when you heard an foreign call from the woods. Sugar huffed nervously, big nostrils twitching as she stamped her hoof.

“it’s a coyote,” Ghost grumbled, not stopping for your shenanigans. you scurried after him, hyper aware of the encompassing darkness around you and what may be lurking beyond it.

soon, a big structure obstructing the woods came into view and Ghost lifted his lantern to reveal a small wooden cabin. by the side, he tied up his black stallion on a fence post next to a hay feeder and water bin. when he stared at you, unmoving, you quickly followed suit and fumbled to unsaddle Sugar, carrying your knapsack inside and following after his heavy footsteps.

you’re like a lost puppy, a voice grumbled in annoyance. he’s always ten steps in front of you.

you shook away the thought and stepped into the cabin, watching Ghost as he lit the oil lamps littered around the room. there was a miniscule kitchen pressed in the corner, a desk by your side, and a bed on the other. the bed was small. very small.

you cleared your throat. “where are we?”

Ghost didn’t pause to acknowledge you, shucking his trench coat and rolling up the sleeves of his black suit, exposing the skin of his forearms. for a long moment, as he rummaged through a bag, you thought he would ignore you. but your silent stare was relentless.

“border of southern california.”

your brows rose. you weren’t sure how far that was from home, or how you could possibly find your way back. 

“and this cabin…?”

he paused to give you a brief look. “you ask a lot of questions.” his voice was pinched with annoyance.

“you don’t talk enough,” you shot back, tensing up. if you were going to be dragged around by this man for months, you thought you at least deserved to know where you were. or what the hell was going on.

he grumbled under his breath. “s’my safe house. we’re stayin’ for the night.”

the night. you nodded, feeling meek, remembering what Mama said. smoothing a hand over your chest, you shifted between feet in the doorway.

you can do this.

Ghost had his back turned to you, pouring his canteen of water into a pot and pouring a bag of something else in it that came out in a pebbled rush. for the devil himself, at least he knew how to cook.

“you gonna sit?”

feeling embarrassed, you moved to sit on the bed, the old mattress sagging under your weight. you kept smooth a hand over your blouse, carding a hand through your hair, till you got tired of it and wove them into messy braids and undid them again.

Ghost huffed, moving from the kitchen to the desk, putting his hat down. you stared.

“relax. no need to be so worked up.”

you nodded. “right.”

his eyes bore holes into you, and you took that as your que, swallowing as you began to unbutton the clasp at the top of your blouse. you paused when Ghost’s breath tapered, turning sharply away.

his accent thickened. “what are you doing?”

“i-i thought—”

“you thought wrong.” his words were cutting.

maybe you should’ve felt relief but you only squirmed in confusion. “body and soul?” you mumbled weakly, and he slowly turned back to you.

you fumbled with your hands awkwardly.

“i don’t bed rich, prissy girls,” he grinded out and you almost balked in defense, but you thought better of it from the way his grip tightened on his holster.

but you couldn’t hold your tongue long enough—

“who do you bed then? whores?” your brow arched against your will as you tilted your head. his eyes narrowed beneath the mask.

“careful, princess.” he grabbed something from a cabinet in the kitchen. “i’m the one who’s keeping you alive.”

a gloved hand held out a plate of some dried fruit and biscuits. a piece of jerky as well. you held your stomach.

you hadn’t touched a morsel of your mama’s food over that tense dinner, which seemed like years ago, and you were too nervous for Ghost’s arrival to eat lunch either. swallowing, you reached a hand out and Ghost pulled the plate back from your grasp.

you almost hissed at him.

“i thought you said you knew manners?” 

biting your lip, you sat up straighter and politely crossed an ankle over the other, smoothing your hands over your lap. 

“may i please have some food, sir?”

his voice sounded uncharacteristically smug. “you’re a good listener.”

you snatched the plate from him, his words thrumming low in your stomach. kicking off your boots and neatly lining them up by the nightstand, you politely curled your legs to the side and smoothed down your skirt to eat. Mama never let you eat on the bed, but you had snuck up meals some late nights. you almost felt giddy—as if you were breaking the rules when you were eight years old again.

Ghost watched you eat in silence before getting his own plate. the same thrill from that evening soared in your stomach when he tugged up his black mask to reveal his strong jawline and pinkish mouth. you noticed a silvery scar on his upper lip.

“did your father make you do that stuff?” you paused mid-bite of your biscuit, slowly chewing.

you swallowed. “what stuff?”

the twist of his lips seemed like exasperation. “going to bed with strangers.”

you flinched, and it was like an icy cold reminder that Ghost was a stranger—just as much as your daddy’s business partners.

“no.”

Ghost cocked his head. “that so?”

you nodded. “Daddy just had touchy customers.”

you quickly rephrased, putting down the plate on your lap. “but i can if you need me to. for your customers, you know.”

you knew you would need to be of use to Ghost in the coming months, if tonight didn’t go according to plan. the thought spurred on your heart, a looming dread clambering up your spine.

Ghost mouth twisted. “i don’t need you in that way.”

you blinked, frowning. “how do you need me then?”

“just….” he was frowning deeply now. “just do what you’re doing now.”

“what’s that?”

“bein’ polite.” he shrugged, putting down his empty plate. you felt disappointed when he tugged back down the mask. “bein’ a good girl.”

the funny thing is, being polite and a good girl was probably one of the things you were worst at in Mama’s eyes, but looking at Ghost, and the way he brandished his gun over the dinner table like a toy… your manners weren’t too bad at all.

you wondered when was the last time he stepped in a church.

finishing the last bits of dinner, Ghost excused himself to disappear into the woods, and you took the moment of privacy to quickly change into a nightgown, conscious of the way it exposed your collarbones and chest. 

you also took the moment to plan out the night, searching into your knapsack to find the familiar handle of your revolver. you tested the weight of it in your hand, before putting it back into the sack. if Ghost was a gentleman, as he attested, he would let you sleep on the bed. that means he would, most likely, sleep on the floor. and if he didn’t… you would just have to convince him that he needed to.

you closed your eyes to imagine leaning over your bed at night, the slow swell of his chest as you aimed the revolver right at his heart and pulled the trigger. three times.

you shivered violently, a chill passing over you.

“cold?”

you stiffened when Ghost stepped back into the cabin, pulling the door shut behind him. you nodded, but the movement felt restrained, fists balled as you crossed them over your chest.

“mhmm.”

he jerked his head to the bed.

“take the bed. i’ll be sleepin’ outside.”

you balked, fist clenching and unclenching.

“but…what about Mr. Turner’s men?”

he turned still, hand twitching at his holster.

“they won’t find us for days. don’t worry about them.”

“but…” Ghost moved to grab his saddlebag. 

“i’m scared,” you whispered, and he paused, peering at you through the mask. you gave him a meek look. it’s wasn’t a complete lie. you’ve been half-scared since he walked into Daddy’s saloon unannounced.

he sighed, long and hard. “alright, princess.” he pulled out a balled up blanket from his saddlebag and laid it on the floor, and you went lax with relief, lifting the covers of the bed to slide into them.

you stiffened again when you realized the sheets smelled of him—sweet bourbon, cigarettes, and an earthy musk like mud and woods. cheek nestled into the pillow, you watched him unbutton his vest, pull off his holster, and undo his bolo tie, placing them on the desk neatly.

you half-expected him to take off his mask, too, but he made no move towards it as turned off the oil lamps in the room. a bit disappointed, you turned to the wall once the room was shrouded with darkness.

quiet shuffling ensued, until there was a complete silence and his even breaths in the dark. it would’ve been easy to let sleep overtake you if the spike of your heavy heart wasn’t thrumming in your throat and a biting fear wasn’t corded in the back of your brain.

it took a conscious reminder to remember the large lump of man on the floor was a murderer. a cold-blooded one, too. he was a rich bounty hunter and hunting was his sport. he was a killer. he wasn’t here to feed you or take care of you. he was as sinful as they came.

you slowly shifted in the bed, reaching down into the knapsack on the floor by the bed. you groped until you felt a familiar cold, embroidered handle. 

you wait till he falls asleep and you kill him, you hear me?

your mama’s voice rang in your ears as you sat up on the edge of the bed. Ghost was flat on the ground, a blanket drawn up to his waist, arms crossed over his chest. your breath hitched in the dark. 

you put three bullets in that devil’s heart and you run back to us.

you stopped short at that, poisonous questions blooming in your head. it was dangerous, hesitating in the dark like this, looming over one of the most dangerous men in the west who had just, essentially, stolen you, with a loaded gun in your hand.

but your head was running away from you—how would you get home from here? did you have the supplies needed? you didn’t have the tracking skills Ghost evidently showed on your ride to the cabin, nor expertise in medical emergencies. did you even want to go home?

you stared at the side of Ghost’s mask, its red a cool blue gleam in the dark.

you could live the life of a gunslinger like Ghost—a merciless bounty hunter who murdered for money. you could imagine it, even now. shootouts with outlaws and playing friends with sheriffs to get big payouts. but… it would be under the pretense of being Ghost’s property.

you shuddered at the thought. as long as you were by Ghost’s side, you would be his captive. a precious pawn in a trade off—a hostage to use against your daddy and Turner. just another business transaction and you to take advantage of.

a small click in the dark seized you from your thoughts. Ghost’s black eyes peered up at you. cursing in surprise, your clammy hands dropped the revolver, and it clattered to the floor. you fumbled around for it and hugged it to your stomach, heart beating out of your throat.

he rested the revolver in his hand leisurely against his chest. too leisurely.

a bead of sweat slid down your temple when you realized he just cocked his gun. you didn’t remember him taking it out of his holster when he placed it on the desk. 

always ten steps ahead of you.

“gearing up to kill me?”

your mouth opened and closed, failing to shape out words. his gaze narrowed.

“m’scared remember?” was all you could choke out, a shiver gripping you intensely. you tried to play it off with a careless shrug, but you knew he couldn’t possibly fall for that.

your skin felt cold but his stare was hot.

“scared of what? the dark? the coyotes outside, Tuner’s boys?” his voice was dangerously soft. “...or me?”

you almost whimpered. “i’m not scared of you.”

the fabric of his mask stretched and the crumple at his eyes let you know he was smiling. it was more threatening than anything.

“let’s say you’re not scared of me…” he rested his revolver on the floor and he shifted onto his side to face you fully. “...and let’s say you didn’t just try to kill me.”

you grimaced under his piercing stare. “put down the gun, lovely.”

you complied and he practically purred. “you still scared?”

shaking your head slowly, your knee betrayed you and began to bounce.

“let’s say you’re not scared of me, and you didn’t try to kill me, but you’re scared of the dark and the coyotes…” you balked when he opened the covers of his makeshift bed to you. “come here.”

you stayed rooted to the spot, knee freezing mid-bounce. his arms were open, mask twinkling in the moonlight, but you knew in his unflinching gaze that he was being very serious.

“come here,” he commanded, and you stood stiffly, shuffling forward to crawl into the blankets. his strong arm hooked around your waist and you muffled a squeak when he pulled you down. 

you were pulled into his broad chest, warm and strong at your back and you almost melted if it weren’t for the fact that the man behind you was a cold-blooded murderer and the devil reincarnated.

his gloved hands crept beneath your shoulders around to your throat and pressed to the flying pulse of your neck. he hummed low in your ear, mask brushing the shell of it. the smell of smoke, woody musk, and bourbon filled your nose.

“sure you’re not scared, lovely?”

your jaw clenched. “yes.”

“really?”

his hand crept down from your throat to your collarbone and a loud gasp escaped you when he firmly pressed a palm to the flesh just above your breast. you knew he felt your heart’s fast thrum through the cotton of your nightgown.

“why’s your heart beatin’ so fast then?”

when the silence permitted, he offered you, “nervous?” his voice dropped an octave, low and throaty. “ever lie like this with a man before?”

you were as stiff as a board, a foreign warmth brewing in you that made your skin prickle and crawl, spluttering unintelligible sounds, when suddenly, he released you and you scrambled out of the sheets back onto the bed, pressing yourself to the wall.

he huffed a series of breaths that sounded like quiet laughter. you were just about to kill him. what was so funny about that?

like he heard your thoughts, he turned onto his back and crossed his arms again.

“would be concerned if you didn’t at least try to kill me.” Ghost closed his eyes. “you gonna try and run if i sleep?”

you stared at the side of his face. “no.”

he nodded. “good. there’s a lot more dangerous things in the desert than coyotes, princess.”

like you, you thought weakly, burrowing yourself back into the covers, face heating up when the smell of him against the pillow filled your head again.

your plans had just gone more than horribly wrong. with a heartfelt apology to your mama ringing heavy in your mind, twisting in the sheets, you tried to let sleep take you.

you barely slept that night. tossing and turning in the sheets, you listened for the sinister calls of wildlife just beyond the cabin, and the slow breaths from the floor. though a primal sense inside you let you know that Ghost probably wasn’t sleeping.

but you don’t remember when the sun came up, its first burning embers casting a thin glow in the room. you must’ve fallen asleep at some point because Ghost is gone in the morning, room eerily quiet and empty.

you take the moment to redress in your corset, loose white button up, a buckskin split skirt with fringe, pulling on your boots as you shove everything back into your knapsack. groping around for a familiar embroidered handle, you pause when you realize your revolver has gone amiss.

you sling the knapsack over your shoulder and find Ghost perched down by a fire outside, stoking at its flames. he’s back in his expensive full attire, black suit fresh in the morning light. he only spares you a glance over his shoulder before continuing to stir something in a pot hung up over the fire. 

you dropped your knapsack to the ground.

“where’s my revolver?”

he scooped up a spoonful of the stuff into two bowls and grabs something from his bag. he waves your revolver in the air with one hand wordlessly.

“revolver privileges revoked.”

“why?” you knew why, but you wanted to hear it nonetheless.

standing to his full height, he turned and gave you a look under the mask that you could only imagine as disapproval. he didn’t give you an answer.

“eat,” he commanded, handing a bowl to you.

you looked into the bowl to find a watery soup of beans and a dry biscuit half soaked in the liquid. not your finest meal but you were grateful for it. 

you eyed Ghost’s broad stature sitting on a log by the fire. he must’ve soaked the beans last night in that pot of water. if you, after last night’s events, weren’t going to try and kill him, or run away, you could at least play nice. for your revolver mostly.

you politely sat next to him on the log, curling your legs to the side and hooking one ankle over the other. taking small bites, you ate with the best manners you could muster without a table in front of you.

you felt Ghost’s gaze burning a question into your cheek, but you ignored it, feigning innocence.

you cleared your throat, nodding. “thank you for the food.”

he scoffed. “it’ll take a lot more to get your revolver back than that.”

you glared at him as he stood to resaddle his horse and tie his saddlebag down. finishing your food in a couple more quick bites, you moved to do the same, but stopped short when Ghost untied the reins of Sugar to bind her to his stallion.

“what’re you doing?” 

Ghost gave you a meaningful look but said nothing, heaving himself up onto the stallion. huffing with frustration, you grabbed the bridle of his horse who whinied in surprise.

“what are you doing with my horse?”

Ghost cocked his head at you. “you’re stayin’ here, princess.”

what?

“what?” 

“food’s in the pantry. take what you want. don’t wander more than a quarter of a mile from the cabin, you’ll get lost. i’ll be back before sunset.”

he began to turn his stallion away from you, but you held fast on the bridle, jerking its head back towards you. the horse huffed and stomped in retaliation.

“where are you going?”

Ghost just stared at you. “into town.”

you took a sharp breath, racking in your head. “i’ll run away.”

his tone was cold. “on foot? you’re not that stupid.”

“i will. i don’t care. you’ll never get your money if i’m dead of starvation… or…” you shuddered, “coyotes.”

he took you in for a long moment. “these were your terms, lovely.”

you ignored him. “i’m useful. i am. i’m useful for…” you trailed off. “business.”

“i know what you’re useful for.” his eyes narrowed. “you’re most useful right here, in this camp, far away from my business.”

that blow landed right in your gut. “i’ll build a big fire,” you whispered, “and it’ll alert Turner’s men. they’ll find me and bring me back to my daddy.”

he turned away. “do you really want them to find you? when they’ll do lord knows what to a young lady like you?”

every bit of the fight burning in you deflated, snuffed by his sharp words and harrowing logic. you felt small and defeated as you watched Ghost spur his horse on, Sugar trailing after them. a miserable feeling bloomed in your stomach.

is this what your daddy felt like last night at the dinner table?

“i’ll be back before sunset,” he called over his shoulder and took off into the early morning light in a cloud of dust.

time alone went slower than you could possibly imagine. you don’t remember the last time you were alone like this—your mama always hovering over your shoulder, or the girls in town spurring you to embroider and scrapbook with them, or maybe go shopping, even when you’d rather tend to the saloon and make an extra buck when you sang an a pretty song for the alcoholics.

your hands ached to do something, so you laid back in the afternoon sun and whittled at a branch with your letter opener. 

once you got tired of that, you began writing aimless entries in your journal with Ghost’s quill and ink on the desk, then, addressing your daddy and mama in a futile letter, vented that Ghost had run off into town for business. what business, you itched to know. 

later, you stretched back on the bed in your full attire and boots, which Mama would sorely disapprove of, and blinked away the sun that streamed through the greasy window panes. lids drooping, you found yourself falling into a deep slumber.

you awoke with a start, sweat pooling under your back, blouse sticking to your skin. the sun was settling lazily into the horizon, far into the hours after noon. it was darker than before, a blue tinge across the sky like it was on the verge of storming.

with a lazy sweep of your vision across the cabin, everything untouched, you knew Ghost was still out doing business. of which you, apparently, had no use.

you stretched out over your head and froze when you heard something—a clicking rustle outside the cabin. you strained your hearing, going completely still.

then, you heard distant voices chattering.

dropping to the floor with a silent thud, you peered out the front of the window by the edge of the bed. four men stood by their horses, poking at the pot of beans outside with his boot. you silently cursed when one overturned the watery beans over the dying embers.

a man looked up at the cabin and you immediately ducked, panicking when you heard quick, heavy footsteps nail up the steps to the cabin. you scrambled backwards under the bed and pressed yourself into a ball into the furthest corner of the cabin.

one man stepped inside carefully, and you watched his feet slowly pan across the room in a circle. the warmth drained from your face when you heard the cock of a safety.

who were these people? you racked your brain for answers. Ghost said Turner’s men wouldn’t find you for days. maybe weary travelers looking for a place to stay for the night? good samaritans who could help you escape Ghost?

and never return to your family, a voice in your head added quietly. you silenced it.

he stood by the desk and listened to him rummage over it. you winced—all your letters and writings were still strewn across the desk.

“Charles!” he called. then, abruptly, he neared the bed and reached down for your knapsack on the floor. you clasped a hand to your mouth. he pulled away, your knapsack going with him.

“she was here.”

your blood ran cold. Turner’s men had arrived earlier than Ghost expected.

a second man, Charles, you presumed, stepped into the cabin. more rummaging—probably the first man holding up the letters and your belongings for Charles to see. 

“they went to town. says so in the letters.” 

Charles huffed and turned on his heel back out the cabin.

“let’s move quick. Turner said the first man to lay hands on the girl gets dibs.” 

an icy drip went down your back.

low, raucous laughter and hoots ensued, and you heard more shuffling and the snorts of horses and the stamping of hooves that slowly faded into silence again. only the leaves rustling in the wind and pitched bird calls filled the cabin.

your heart was still beating out of your chest. 

Turner said the first man to lay hands on the girl gets dibs.

that shook you to your core. you wanted to run after them, to beg them to bring you back to your parents without harm, maybe bribing them with an extra sum your daddy could give them, but you knew it was futile.

you weren’t ever going back home, and you sure as hell weren’t letting Turner’s men lay their hands on you.

heaving yourself out from under the bed, you looked up at the darkening sky. a gray film was growing over it, blanketing the sun from view. a boom of thunder roiled in the distance.

you needed to move fast, somehow, to warn Ghost about Turner’s men coming for him in town. you cursed yourself for writing those letters in the first place—now, Ghost could be in danger because of you.

not that you cared much. but that devil was the closest thing to protection right now against your parents and Turner. except maybe yourself.

you picked up the knapsack that was thrown haphazardly on the floor and pulled out all your extra clothing and baggage. with only a canteen of water, and the leftover food from the pantry, the letter opener, and a box of matches, you trailed after the hoofprints left by Turner’s men, hurrying as the storm approached quickly overhead. 

you were dripping with sweat by the time you reached the edge of town. buckling over to clasp at your knees, you held your chest as you leaned against a tree.

you did it. you tracked those men through low brush and the deep, muddy hoofprints they left behind, some bushes snagged by charging through the forest at an alarming rate.

you did it. you only hoped that Turner’s men hadn’t found Ghost before you did.

the sky was still a murky gray—you had no idea what time it was, no idea if the sun had begun setting yet. you paled at the thought of Ghost riding back to find the cabin empty, your belongings strewn across the place, cabinets empty of supplies. you felt more sick at the thought of finding the devil in a dim alleyway, three bullets in his heart.

pushing forward, you entered the busy throng of the town, its twinkling lights and loud raucous contenting with the brewing storm overhead. men had holsters strung with guns, ammo slung over their torsos like a fancy sash.

some tipped their stetson to you as you walked the cobble streets, wiping the sweat and humidity from your brow. you ignored them to the best of your ability, shuffling along faster when a group of drunks meandered close to you.

sweetheart, they called, and you, in a dizzying panic, pushed into the nearest building, its doors swinging open to a rowdy, rowdy crowd of even more drunks. some smiled at your entrance, but most were too enthralled in their card games, betting, and bourbon to care. 

you took the moment to search the snaking crowd for a familiar red mask, but you found nothing. this didn’t feel much like Ghost’s scene anyway.

shoulders sinking, you were about to step back out onto the crowded streets, where a light drizzle was pooling, when a redhead with braids rushed passed you in a tizzy. 

she almost dumped a tray full of bourbons onto you. squeaking, she steadied herself against you, and apologized in a thick drawl.

“sorry, sweetheart! didn’t see you there—” she paused, narrowing her eyes at you. immediately, you reeled back.

you really wished you had a revolver slung in your holster in that moment, because you didn’t think to realize that anybody could be one of Turner’s men.

“you…” she cocked her head and you stiffened. “you’re the new hire, aren't ‘cha!”

you blinked in shock, voice cracking. “what?”

“glad you showed up early.” she gave you an approving nod and nudged you with her shoulder. “extra trays of bourbon are in the back. you wouldn’t mind passing them out would you?”

“i-” she was gone in a flash, disappearing into the messy crowd.

you should’ve left at that moment, taking the opportunity to disappear yourself, but instead, you thought this an opportunity to get close and personal with each customer. perhaps Ghost took off his mask for business—you knew you could recognize him by his expensive black suit and the stature he carried. the low timber of his voice, and the dark swirl in his eyes.

shivering, a drift came through and you rubbed at your bare neck. you quickly moved to man the bar. an easiness settled over you at the familiarity of it, grabbing bottles of bourbon and whiskey, pouring them neatly into bar glasses on black trays. you teetered from person to person, tray balanced in your palm as you peered into the face of each man, and even woman, hunkered down at a table to get a glimpse of their profile. 

tray after empty tray, you couldn’t find the man you were looking for, no matter how many more entered. soon enough, you bumped into the redhead with braids again and she gave you a cocksure smile.

“sure you’re a new hire?” she laughed loud, cheeks red, slapping at your back. “why don’t you go help across the way at our quieter location? you know where business—” she winked, “—gets done.”

you just nodded aimlessly, too overwhelmed to question it, and she beamed. “don’t worry. it’s more beginner friendly.”

you exited the saloon with the point of her hand to a quainter location on the other side of the street. a thick rain was coming down now. rushing into the parallel saloon, it was half as loud as the other, which your ears thanked, and a thick smoke hazed the room. groups of men donned in fancy suits sat at tables strewn across the room, discussing in low voices with fat cigars between their lips.

your eyes swiveled around the room, craning your neck to peer into the furthest corner of the saloon, but still, no red mask. deflating, you jolted when a barmaid gripped at your shoulder.

“new hire?” she looked disgruntled, eyes narrowing in judgment. you took note of her attire, eerily similar to your own, with a fine cotton blouse and buckskin skirt. now, you understood who the redhead may have confused you for: a fancy barmaid for the gentleman’s club across the way.

she appeared frustrated at your lackluster response. “can you sing?”

you balked at that but said yes nonetheless. your mother had taught you, much to your chagrin. 

she nodded. “good. men were asking for a performance. i know it’s your first night, but could you give them a bone to chew on?”

“i guess so,” you spluttered, and she barely batted an eye, already pushing you to the raised platform by the bar. a man already sat with a guitar, peering at you expectantly when you stepped onto the platform. 

turning to face the audience, you felt the blood drain from your cheeks. you hadn’t sung in front of an audience this big since your school’s talent show. clearing your throat, you flashed the crowd your prettiest smile, and clasped your hands in front of you politely. the establishment quieted, save for a few low whistles, and you began to sing along for a softer rendition of the fast-paced song to the slow strum of the guitarist.

my love is a rider, wild bronchos he breaks,

though he’s promised to quit it, just for my sake.

he ties up one foot, the saddle puts on,

with a swing and a jump he is mounted and gone.

it was the only song you could remember in the moment—one the girls and you would sing wildly in the evenings after church over loud laughter and iced tea. 

my love has a gun, and that gun he can use,

but he’s quit his gun fighting as well as his booze;

and he’s sold him his saddle, his spurs, and his rope,

and there’s no more cow punching, and that’s what I hope.

your eyes searched the crowd and you held back a gasp when you met eyes with a familiar red mask. he stood near the back of the club, bracing his forearm against a wooden beam. swallowing hard, you continued.

my love has a gun that has gone to the bad,

which makes poor old Jimmy feel pretty damn sad;

for the gun it shoots high and the gun it shoots low,

and it wobbles about like a bucking broncho.

his eyes pierced you, and you couldn’t suppress the slithering shiver that crawled down your spine. you wished he was closer—right at the edge of the platform so you could look down into his brown eyes, and maybe, try to discern what he was thinking under that blood red mask.

now all you young maidens, where’er you reside,

beware of the cowboy who swings the raw-hide;

he’ll court you and pet you and leave you and go

in the spring up the trail on his bucking broncho.

the room clapped and hollered when you finished, and you couldn’t suppress the smile that stretched your cheeks as you curtsied clumsily, gaze on Ghost. he tipped his hat to you, and a loud laugh clambered into your throat. it morphed into a blood curdling scream when a revolver fired and Ghost crumpled to the floor.

the club scrambled in a panic with loud wails, the assailant disappearing into the throng as you clawed your way to the man. he was clutching at his stomach, half-fallen against the wooden beam.

“Ghost!” 

a strangled noise strained against your throat. falling to your knees beside him, you pulled away his hand from his stomach, and you paled at the sight of the dark red coating his glove, sleeve, suit. it pooled underneath him.

quickly, you grabbed his bloodied arm and pulled it around your shoulder. there was no way you could heft his weight but you were going to try anyway.

“c’mon,” you coaxed impatiently, as he scrambled up the side of the wooden pole, trying to support his weight. a string of curses left his lips.

“you’ve got a pretty voice,” he rasped, and you almost wanted to drop his weight entirely.

“not important,” you groaned, taking slow steps out the saloon with his body strung over yours. with every step, you grimaced with effort, huffing heavily.

there was an even greater panic in the streets than in the club—a heavy, pouring onslaught coming down like a beating drum. across the way, the other saloon was being ripped apart by several men, upturning tables and firing their guns at the ceiling to clear out the place. Turner’s men.

you pulled Ghost in the opposite direction, appreciative of his black attire in the dark night, the debilitating rain, and the ensuing chaos. you tipped his hat further over that tell-tale mask. he grumbled something by your ear.

“what?” you shouted over the mix of shouts and rush of rain, stumbling when a man hurrying past clipped your shoulder.

his voice lifted. “don’t need your help.”

you rolled your eyes, head on a swivel. lodged between two buildings was an alleyway. a throng of Turner’s men overturned more establishments ahead. you made a beeline for the cramped space.

 “you’ll die.”

he huffed when you pressed him against the wall, clutching at the blood seeping from his stomach.

“no i won’t.”

you shot him a glare.

“ghosts can’t die,” he said, sounding high and delirious. he slid further down the wall, a pitched laugh escaping him.

now you knew he was really at his last wits. you racked your brain for answers. you didn’t know medical knowledge, you didn’t see an infirmary on the way here, and even if you did, you wouldn’t put it past them to turn you over to Turner’s men in an instant.

you almost screamed in frustration, tearing off the sleeve of your blouse to wrap around his middle. your hands fumbled clumsily, and Ghost must’ve at least come back to half his senses because he pushed your hands away and expertly knotted the thing despite his thick gloves. his head slumped forward into your shoulder, as if the action was so taxing, breath growing shallow against your exposed collarbone.

you slapped at the side of his face.

“do you know anyone who can get help?” you probed, unable to conceal the desperation in your voice, “anyone at all?”

he sounded smug. “people can’t help ghosts.”

you groaned, pushing his head back against the wall. he peered at you lazily, eyes half-lidded.

“if you don’t tell me something, i will rip that mask clean off your face.” that must’ve stirred something in him because his eyes flashed.

“i did not track Turner’s men for miles to find you just for you to die.” you pressed on. “they found the cabin and these stupid journal entries where i wrote that you were in the town. they didn’t know i was there and went after you. i had to warn you so i tracked them and—” he hissed when you pressed your fingers into his wound to make sure he was still conscious. “—this happened.

he huffed. “stupid girl.”

you could only nod pitifully, before squeaking in surprise when Ghost used your shoulders and the wall as leverage to lift himself.

“take me down this alleyway, then turn left.”

you immediately obeyed and half-dragged him in the direction of his rasped instructions, ending up in front of the back door of a leather crafts store. the streets were slowly emptying by the minute and every second outside in the line of gunfire felt a gaping vulnerability on your back, so you didn’t question his command to open the back door unannounced.

you also weren’t surprised to see the long snout of a rifle stuck in your face the second the door swung open. a woman in a checkered blouse and loose breeches squared her shoulders and jabbed the gun forward so it almost hit your chin where rain coalesced in a steam, falling to your boots.

“who in the devil are you?” she spat, low and deadly. she carefully eyed the man slumping against you.

a strangled warble left Ghost’s mouth, and he lifted a hand to toss off his hat. the mask must’ve been a point of recognition for her because she gasped and lurched forward, hefting up the other side of his body.

“what the hell are you doin’ here, Ghost?” she demanded, helping you carry him behind the counter of the store into the back room. she pushed off all the strewn materials at the table in the center of the room with one strong sweep, and you laid back Ghost on the surface, his eyes closed.

muffling a cry, you pressed your fingers to the pulse point in his neck. to your relief, it was throbbing, albeit weakly.

“business,” was all he mumbled in response and the woman shooed you from his side with an impatient wave of her hand.

you stepped back to the edge of the room, feeling your senses clouded with panic. you looked down to the blood covering your hands. out the window, there was more shouting, gunshots, and a building far down the street went up in flames. your breath hitched till suddenly you couldn’t breathe anymore. clawing at your throat, you slid down the wall, fighting the strain in your chest that seemed to close your airway.

you watched the woman cut through his vest and make quick work on the bullet wound, pliers in hand.

“you.”

she might’ve been shouting at you but it barely registered in your mind.

“get your useless behind off the ground and help me for god’s sake!” 

you just stared at her and she groaned in frustration. “some girl you have here, Ghost,” she grumbled and the weak grunt that left him brought you back to life.

you stood, steeling yourself, wiping the blood against your front. you felt calm. dangerously calm as you neared Ghost’s side. his eyes were screwed shut and you resisted gagging at the sight of her pliers fishing through his gaping wound for a bullet.

“what do you need?” your voice was weak and quiet. it didn’t even sound like your own. she shot you an impatient look.

“water. from the tap over there. and a needle and thread in that cabinet.”

you moved like you were floating off the ground, light and airy. like you weren’t really there, but you found your hands filling a bowl with water at the kitchen sink and grabbing a case of needles and a spool of black thread from a cabinet overhead.

by her side again, she unclasped the red mask from Ghost’s face and you stared unflinchingly with a hitch of breath. before pulling it from his face, she cocked her head at you.

“look away,” she snarled and you just nodded, stepping back from the table till you couldn’t see Ghost’s profile anymore. couldn’t even see the slow swell of his chest to let you know he was still alive.

you had to escape the room. you walked back out into the main storeroom and grated your hands through your hair, pacing. you picked up the rifle left on the glass casing over a showcase of different leather crafts, cocking it, just in case Turner’s men came barreling through the door.

when you put back down the rifle, you gasped at the sticky, bloody imprint it left on the handle. looking into a mirror by the entrance of the store, you shuddered at your image.

blood crusted your arms, like you had dipped your arms into a vat of it, and red fingerprints littered your throat and tinged your frayed hair. the front of your half-torn blouse was smeared in it too.

your hands shook uncontrollably, so you picked up the rifle’s heaviness again to still you, and sat, leaning against the glass showcase, muzzle aimed at the front door. you sat there for a long time, breath shallow and grating, till the shouts and gunshots outside subsided, and the billiard parlor down the street crumbled under the weight of flames.

you awoke for a second time with a start, the woman’s hand shaking your shoulder lightly. you rolled your shoulders, neck impossibly stiff from your weird sleeping position on the floor. it was no longer dark outside, the lightest tones of pink and blood-soaked orange rising with dawn.

had you really only been napping in Ghost’s cabin half a day prior?

the woman sat beside you, pushing a warm mug into your hand. she didn’t pull her rifle from you, which you were endlessly grateful for, because you just hugged it closer to your chest, its cold metal and cured wood easing your nerves.

“tea.” she nodded to the steaming cup.

“is Ghost okay?” your voice cracked from disuse and she gave you a weak look.

“for now.”

you just nodded, taking a sip of the stuff and wincing when it burned your tongue. chamomile. Mama used to make it too.

the woman cleared her throat, drawing up her blonde hair into a messy bun. “sorry about the shouting. i’m not used to foreign company.”

you shrugged, itching at the dried blood on your neck as you took another sip of tea. 

“i’m Kate.” she held out a hand to you. “Kate Laswell.”

you shook her hand slowly, grateful she didn’t cringe away from the blood staining your own. you gave her your name in return and her brow raised.

“Ghost’s girl, huh?”

you felt too tired to be confused. “i guess so.”

“well i just know the boys would love to meet ‘ya.”

you allowed yourself a sliver of confusion. “the boys?”

“‘course,” she said with a smile, “one-four-one.”

you almost dropped the mug in your hand. “one-four-one?” you repeated weakly and she gave you a cheery nod.

you’d heard of them before. you heard too much about them before. she rubbed your shoulder comfortingly.

“they should be here any minute now.”

great. you were soaked with blood, clothes and hair tattered with sweat. as if she read your thoughts, Kate stood and outstretched a hand to you, pointing to the back room.

“i’ve got a tub filled in the back for you. and some extra clothes.”

you took her outstretched hand gratefully, allowing her to pull you up and lead you through the storage space where Ghost lay stretched out, half-naked, and maskless. you noticed her rush to flank your side and obscure the view of his bare, sleeping face from you. deciding not to fight it, the gentle hand on your back led you down a narrow hallway to an even narrower bathroom with a tub about as big as a barrel.

you didn’t mind it after the events of the night, Kate politely closing the door behind you, as you stripped yourself bare and scrubbed the blood away in the tub. slowly, you settled in its lukewarm water in a ball and rocked there, choking back sobs in the privacy of the tight room.

once all your tears were wrung dry, you emerged from the tub, drying yourself and your hair before redressing in your corset, drawers, chemise, and a linen bell sleeve blouse Kate lent you. tucking them into your unruined item—the fringed buckskin split skirt—you pulled your boots on and smoothed the lines of your face in the mirror. like your mama taught you.

when you opened the door of the bathroom, low murmurs and new voices floated down the narrow hall. 

“she isn’t supposed to be here, cap’.”

a low husky voice grunted back, “i know that.”

a third man with an even stranger accent than the first two chimed in loudly, “she risked ‘er life for Ghost! Simon said she tracked ‘em for two and a half miles just to warn him about the Turner boys.”

you assumed it was Kate shushing him.

the low, husky voice returned. “it’s not up to us, Soap. she’s Ghost’s now.”

you crept slowly up the hallway, searching for Ghost’s body stretched out on the table, but he wasn’t there. in his place were three men, leaning against the table, deep in conversation with Kate.

you stopped short in the entrance till one of the men, a stout one, thickly corded with muscle, and an unusual looking hairstyle—like the ones you saw in the school books about iroquois from the east—beamed at you.

he shushed a bronze-skinned man at his shoulder, who turned his gaze to you. the third bearded man with thick chops and broad shoulders fell silent, as did Kate, and suddenly, the whole room’s attention was trained on you.

you slowly walked into the room, discomforted by the thick silence. you resisted fumbling at your skirt nervously. the man with a mohawk let out a low whistle and the bearded man swatted at his face while the youngest man stepped forward to politely offer his hand, taking off his hat to press to his chest. 

his face was pinched with a stoic look. “i’m Kyle Garrick. pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”

your lips parted in surprise when he touched his lips to the back of your extended hand, and you politely curtsied in response, a blush touching your cheeks. 

the man with a mohawk stepped in behind him to give you a smug look.

“i’m Soap,” was all he offered. he clapped Kyle on the shoulder. “and this is Gaz. no one calls him Kyle.”

Kyle rolled his eyes in retaliation and released your hand, looking apologetic. you couldn’t help but softly smile as they began to quarrel and the bearded man reached out his hand this time to shake it firmly.

“John Price,” he said with a nod, voice husky. he jerked his head in Soap’s direction. “that’s Johnny Mactavish.” 

you murmured a quiet thank you as Kate comfortingly patted your back. 

“so this is one-four-one?” you mumbled aloud with raised brows. Soap and Gaz stopped mid-quarrel to peer at you. John shrugged.

“more or less.”

manners be damned, you fidgeted with your skirt. one-four-one was a legendary gunslinger group—on the run from the scarce law of the west, gambling, bounty hunting, and dueling for riches. you had no idea Ghost had friendly ties with them.

“where’s Ghost?”

John smirked at you, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. “out.”

nodding, you felt an anxiety roll through you. out could mean anything with Ghost, you learned in your short time with him.

where are you, Ghost? a meek voice in you called out. smoothing a hand over your chest, you steadied yourself as Kate offered you a small plate of breakfast. a piece of cornbread on the side of a bowl of chili that you kept down easily, despite the nervous gurgling of your stomach.

“Turner’s men,” you began softly to Kate, putting down the empty plate, but you still drew in the attention of the other three men, “they’re gone?”

she nodded sullenly, and Soap added, “not without a fight. upturned half the town with them…” his eyes went dark, voice tinged with something violent. “...and left a couple dozen dead bodies.”

John knuckled his shoulder gently. “we’ll get ‘em back, Soap.” he said it like it should be comforting, but there was a deadliness in it that made you shudder.

Soap winked at you. “aye. we’ll kill all those Turner boys if we have to. we already took down half of ‘em yesterday.”

undoubtedly, you knew it was a promise. Kate said quietly, “neighbors said they gunned down a couple of ‘em before they fled town.”

your brows rose. “there were others fighting?”

Kyle shrugged. “it’s the west, ma’am. people’re itchin’ to break the law.”

you thought back to the assailant last night—how he high-tailed it after popping a shot.

“so the man who shot Ghost last night?”

Kyle shrugged again. “probably a drunk lookin’ for trouble. happens all the time in these parts.”

you tried to hide the look of horror curling into your face, something akin to disgust, but Soap, ever-observant, took amusement in it immediately.

“that scare ye, princess?” he leaned against the table, closer to your face, and your frown deepened.

“don’t call me that.” it sounded wrong coming from him.

John grabbed the scruff of his neck and Soap twisted, complaining loudly in his hold. “knock it off, would you? poor girl’s had a rough night.”

you gave John a grateful look. still, you were relieved to know Ghost was only shot by a drunk rather than found and almost killed by one of Turner’s boys. you assumed you got real lucky last night. or maybe unlucky since the drunk’s poor shot happened to pick out Ghost of all people at the club.

“what was Ghost doing in the town last night?” you piqued, and Soap went quiet. the whole room did. sheepish, you watched their gazes slide across the room, avoiding your own.

Soap shot out, “do we tell her?”

Kate hissed in response, scolding him with a tight grip on his ear, and Kyle smacked at the back of his head. you assumed Soap just let a vital piece of information slip from the way John’s mouth twisted.

“tell me what?” you pressed and Kate shooed you out the room, taking your arm in hers.

“help me out with somethin’ else, girlie, and i’ll answer half the questions you ask.”

half the questions, you ruminated with a bitter taste in your mouth. she led you out the door of the leather crafts shop before a word of protest could leave your mouth, and into the bright mid-morning light. shops littered down the street had owners stationed out in front, sweeping up debris, shattered glass, and shoving trash into sacks. Kate tipped her stetson to each one as you passed, and they would nod back in a way that forebode something ominous.

“these are the neighbors,” Kate explained in a low, smart tone. “and this is our town.”

you remembered what Ghost said to your daddy over dinner two nights ago. 

i protected you. this was my territory. i had men in your town and i made sure no bandits came near your saloons and i made sure none left alive. then, you went to work with Turner instead.

“and you protect them for a price?” you asked. 

she smiled lightly. “a small one.”

your daddy must’ve had an unlucky price to pay if his daughter was the bargaining chip.

“is this the only town you protect?” 

Kate laughed at that, patting your hand on her arm gently. “heavens, no. Ghost’s got all kinds of investments from the west to east. he isn’t home much lately because of it.”

your brows raised. “that’s a lot of land to cover.”

“we’ve got a lot of friends from down south to help.”

you cocked your head at her as you turned the corner, making your way past the saloon from last night. the redhead with braids was mopping up the floor of the torn-up saloon, and when you caught her eye, her gaze sliding from you to the woman beside you, she paled.

“friends?”

Kate winked at you. “mexicans. a blessing from the spanish-american war.” when you just blinked at her, she elaborated.

“the boys enlisted in the british regiment to fight the spanish alongside patriots and texan mexicans. i played dress-up as a man to fight in the war.”

your brows raised and she gave you a sly look. “even had a female companion to play the part.”

she continued on. “when the war ended, one-four-one just never left—made friends with lots of boys down in texas. now, they do all sorts of work with us.”

“who?”

“los vaqueros.” the cowboys. you had heard of them too.

you should’ve been scared, connecting the dots, the blood-ties and relationships fused on the battlefield that didn’t break even ten years after the war. these people were dangerous. but in a way, you contemplated, your daddy was too. working with one-four-one, protected by los vaqueros, and bargaining with an enemy, Turner. 

and you didn’t even know it.

you wondered if your mama did. thinking of the hardness in her face, and the back-breaking rigidness of her lifestyle, you assumed she carried that weight too.

Kate peered at the edge of your face, catching your eye. “you gonna run away yet?”

you gave her a long look, answering her as truthfully as you could. “no.”

she nodded. “good. because if you do, we may just have to kill you.”

eerily, you were reminded of Ghost two nights ago in the cabin, his arms crossed over his chest and half-asleep despite your attempt to kill him.

good. there’s a lot more dangerous things in the desert than coyotes, princess.

“you sound like Ghost,” you remarked with a grimace, and the long laugh that left Kate was airy and full of menace.

apparently helping out Kate meant running errands, restocking on preserves, fresh foods, and medical supplies. she kindly let you pick out your own stetson hat—a gus style, with three sloping dimples, cream-colored, and a leather brown cord tied round the base in a fashionable bow. your mama would’ve had your head for wearing something so manly, but turning it in your hands, the smooth velvet soft against your palms, your heart swelled at the thought of it being your own.

you would’ve paid for it if you didn’t carelessly lose your knapsack in the chaos last night, tending saloons and singing for drunkards. sighing at the cash register, you deeply lamented its loss and tugged the snug hat onto your head.

one-four-one wasn’t there when you returned to the leather crafts shop. Kate had given you a soft smile, saying they were out on business again. you had a sneaking suspicion that business meant shoot outs over encroached territory and fixing worsening investments.

as you prepared for dinner, it was uncanny to think that you were laying food out over the table where Ghost almost bled out the night before.

sure enough, just before the red crinkles of sunset, one-four-one meandered into the room for dinner, hats left by the hook at the door. you waited expectantly for a tall, broad, black suit and red mask to enter the room, but only deflated with disappointment. Soap shot you a knowing look that you pointedly ignored as the table joined hands to murmur a quick grace before digging in.

you could barely touch the food on your plate. any method you used to get under the boy’s skin about what business meant was quickly parried in clever ways that frustrated you more than your conversations with Kate. it was especially frustrating because you were beginning to think that business may circle around topics about you. 

you couldn’t weasel any more information out of them except that John, Gaz, and Soap had rode north to a nearby town they had business in. 

you were beginning to hate that word, you thought decidedly, trudging down the narrow hall to a spare bedroom Kate provided to you for the night. one-four-one would descend into the cool basement space with the preserves to their own quarters. you wanted to follow them, to peek down and see what was in there, but Kate was hot on your trail, and you knew they were probably hiding something else about business down there. especially since Kate would be sleeping down there as well.

that left you on the upper floor—which you contemplated with a frown because running away now would be easier than ever. except for the fact that you didn’t have a horse, gun, money, your knapsack, or anything at all in fact. unless you could scrounge around the kitchen a bit.

creeping from your designated room down the hall, you bit back any morsel of regret bleeding into your mouth as you entered the back room. one-four-one had shown you kindness, but technically, they had also kidnapped you and were forcing you to stay in their home. albeit, on your terms, according to Ghost. but you didn’t value the word of a kidnapper very much. even if, in the moment of your capture, you had wanted to leave home and never return again.

 oh—and you were being used as a hostage in a business transaction.

that thought spurred you forward blindly, and you rummaged around the kitchen as quietly as you possibly could, pocketing matches, a box of ammo, and a small bunch of rope beneath the kitchen sink. sliding the knife drawer open, you inspected each one carefully, watching the blade glint in the moonlight, before picking up a small one you hoped would go missing without notice.

“stealing my things again?”

you jumped out of your skin with a shriek, and mindlessly turned to the source of sound, brandishing your knife at the intruding form shrouded in shadow. he caught your wrist easily, stepping forward to press you back against the kitchen counter and your heart dropped to your stomach.

dark eyes and a red mask. his hat was off and the black fabric beneath his mask was pulled up enough so you could see his jaw, the soft pink of his mouth and the silvery scar on his upper lip.

“Ghost?” you whispered out, dropping the knife. it clattered to the floor and he tilted his head almost curiously.

for a long moment you just stared in silence, his knee firm between your thighs and broad stature lingering over you, gloved hand tight on your wrist. you searched his eyes, reaching up a hand to brush at his jaw, but he immediately stepped out of your proximity.

“brought you something.” he nodded outside and you looked out the kitchen window to see your dappled gray mare, Sugar, tied to the fence post at the front of the leather crafts store by his black stallion. breath hitching, you pressed your hand to the glass.

“thank you,” you whispered, looking back at him. wordlessly, he turned from you to peel off his black trench coat. 

when you noticed him wince, you immediately moved forward to help him out of his coat, laying it out over the table. mumbling a word of gratitude, he sat gingerly in a seat and leaned down to undo his boots. watching him struggle from the tenderness of his wound, you sighed, pushing his hands away to neatly kneel in front of him and smooth over your skirt. then, you carefully helped him pull them off.

“don’t need your help,” he grumbled from above, and you suppressed a smirk. you almost missed his grumpy remarks.

“that so?”

putting down his second boot by his feet, you looked up at him, heart jumping to your throat from the half-lidded look behind his mask. the gloved hand that rested on his thigh by your cheek twitched. you remembered its appearance yesterday—soaked in blood. his blood.

closing your eyes, you nuzzled your cheek into the hand, his palm cupping your face gently before moving down to stroke at your braid. he let out a low throaty sound when you looked up at him from where you kneeled, cheek pressed against his thigh, the fine worsted wool of his dress pants velvet on your skin.

“do you know what you do to a man?” he asked, voice soft. you only hummed back in sing-song question, eyes half-lidded, content where you leaned against the strength of his thigh.

“i searched half the plain for your horse. she got lost in the fray when i got shot.” his hand moved from your braid to your throat, stroking in time with the lulling pulse of your heart, leather cool on your hot skin.

“found her back at the cabin, sniffing around for you. the place was totally upturned, and all the food in my cabinets was gone.” he snickered lightly. “you thief.”

you smiled at that, gripping his wrist weakly.

“i like it when you talk,” you admitted, mesmerized by the slow way his soft lips shaped deep, grating words in that thick foreign accent.

you watched the bob of his bare throat swallow with a hunger pooling in your stomach.

“you should be afraid of me,” he whispered, gently pressing his thumb to your lower lip, “you were afraid of me.”

you couldn’t remember a time when you were afraid of Ghost—only a nervous anticipation crawling across your skin at his proximity. maybe you were never afraid in the first place. maybe you told yourself that you were afraid of him, out of your own unease, when the fear was something that you actually craved.

“i am afraid,” you said. his grip on your chin tightened. “but not of you.”

“who then?” he demanded, voice silky.

“Turner. his men.” an invulnerable shiver went through you. “they said the first man to lay hands on me gets dibs.”

you felt his thigh stiffen beneath you. “i won't let them touch you.”

you swallowed thickly, peering up at him. a dark, sinister voice inside you purred out. 

i want you to touch me.

he cocked his head at you, asking a silent question.

i want only you to touch me.

he voiced it. “what do you want?” his hand moved to stroke at your cheek, your brow, your hair.

you never had the luxury of pondering the question. your path was always laid out before you by your mama and daddy. there was no choice. only lingering, bitter feelings of resentment as you fought yourself to believe that tending Daddy’s saloon and entertaining businessmen was the life you wanted.

“i dont know.”

“tell me.”

your face heated with shame. “i want you.”

Ghost went very still. you couldn’t even hear his breaths in the darkness. “you’re sure?”

you nodded against his thigh. “mhmm. want you.”

“i’m the devil,” he murmured, sounding sullen, but you just shook your head.

“you’re Simon,” you corrected, and he flinched beneath you.

letting out a low curse, you didn’t even fight it when he scooped you up in his arms, and pressed you back against the kitchen counters, mask pressed to your hair, warm body against yours. your hand trailed up to press gently at the bullet wound buried beneath his black vest and button up. his hissed at the pressure but didn’t stop you as you moved to unbutton his vest.

“i want to see,” you explained softly, unfastening the thing completely. he tossed the vest onto the table, his holster following it, as you began unbuttoning his dress shirt, splaying out a hand over his warm chest. 

he was littered with scars—big and small, and you desperately tried to memorize the placement of each one as you revealed more of his pale skin, inch by inch, till his shirt hung loose at his waist. your eyes swept over the naked expanse of his toned torso and the white bandage soaked through with blood that clutched at the right side of his stomach.

slowly, you unwrapped it till the old dressings fell from his skin and a long line of puckered pink skin punctured through with a dark thread was revealed. you steadied your breath, brushing a hand over it. Ghost shifted overhead, leaning his weight onto the counter behind you.

“does it hurt?”

you couldn’t see his face, but his voice was wrung through in your ear. “no.”

the corner of your mouth twitched. “didn’t take you for a liar, Ghost.”

he just grunted in response. you smoothed your hands over the warmth of his torso.

“let me take care of you?” you offered, and his breath went shallow. you didn’t even know how to take care of someone. you had no idea what you were doing. but you offered anyway.

you could feel him smile into your hair, nose pressed to your ear. “always so polite, princess.”

you felt him tug your hair loose of its braid, and you took in a sharp breath as it fell in waves around your shoulders. he pulled off his gloves quickly, taking a handful of it, pressing the softness of your hair to his cheek. you shuddered.

“you won’t do a thing tonight, lovely,” he commanded lowly, and you nodded, hands clutching at his chest as he circled his strong arms around you. forehead pressed to yours, you looked up through his mask to find his rich brown eyes on you. his warm breath hit your lips.

he tilted his head in a gesture down the hall. “want you on that bed now.”

you complied immediately, taking him in your hand, going down the hall with one of his hands burning straight through the fabric at where he tightly gripped at your hip. crowding you into the room, and the door sealed tight behind you, he turned you by your hips, and gently pulled back your hair to expose your neck to him. you gasped when the soft wetness of his mouth kissed over it gently, his arm curling around you to pull you flush together.

a steady heat pooled in your stomach, and you squirmed in his hold.

“Ghost…” you begged, not even knowing what you were begging for. he hummed against your skin, undoing the clasp of your holster, then your skirt. you felt embarrassed by your clunky attire, kicking off your boots, hiding your face into his bare chest as he slid the article off your legs.

“don’t hide,” he warned in a light tone, expertly taking apart the back of your blouse to leave you only in your undergarments. the look behind his mask was dark and domineering, leaving you shaking in his hold. he smoothed a bare hand over your shoulder and arm, lifting the inside of your wrist to press a kiss there, before he was kissing up your arm in a hot trail. 

when he reached your jaw, a foreign and breathy noise left your throat. his eyes snapped back up to yours, pausing his ministrations as you blushed deeply. you didn’t know what those sounds meant—only that they left you feeling utterly sinful for being so exposed to an older man, unmarried, and so innocent.

you swallowed when Ghost’s hands went to the back of your corset, undoing its clasps blindly as he pressed more kisses to your neck, your cheek, and the corner of your lips. you squeaked, screwing your eyes shut and found yourself disappointed when he paused again.

panting, your brows pinched in confusion. Ghost was leaning a bit back now, looking down at you with an imperceptible expression.

“what? why’d you stop?” you whispered, scared to break the moment, but he unabashedly cut through the quiet of the room. “How much do you know about going to bed with someone?” 

you squeaked again, stupidly looking around the room as if your mama may have been hiding in the wardrobe. the look on Ghost’s face twisted into pure amusement, much to your chagrin, and you cursed yourself for the complete absence of confidence in you—like it had all run dry with your cheek pressed to his thigh under the dinner table.

“i know…” you fumbled for a word, “...a lot. so much.” 

Ghost huffed, taking one of your hands pressed to your chest and sliding it down, past his belt, to the front of his pants. you yelped when he closed your hand around something hard, something throbbing.

“you know what this is then?”

you nodded dumbly.

“really?” you had no idea.

you nodded again, and he laughed lowly, cupping a hand around the back of your neck to kiss your cheek softly, his cool mask brushing your skin.

he unclasped the top of your corset, and you jolted when pulled it slowly from your torso. the cold air of the room bit at your skin and you wrapped your arms over your chest. grumbling in disapproval, he let the thing clatter to the floor and untangled your arms from your chest, pushing you back onto the bed.

“don’t worry, lovely,” he slew sloppy, wet kisses over your breast and stomach, lightly nipping at the chub there, and a loud sound flew from your mouth from the ministration, your back arching in response. “i can teach you everything.”

a large palm slid over your stomach, keeping you pinned there with a dark look, black eyes pitched in a silver from the moonlight. “would you like that, lovely?”

you nodded wildly, clutching at his hand splayed over your tummy. 

“please, Simon,” you called softly, and a guttural sound left the back of his throat as he hooked a thumb beneath the waist of your lacey drawers and pulled them down, letting them pool around your knees for a moment as he leaned down over you to placing a comforting kiss to your shoulder.

then, you were bare, splayed out in the moonlight beneath his muscled stature. you squirmed in his hold, pressing your thighs together around his arm, but he pried them apart easily, baring your most sensitive parts to him. your whole body flushed when his eyes honed in on the throbbing between your legs, humming deeply. you yelped as he greedily tugged you to the edge of the bed, gingerly settling on his knees on the floor in front of you.

“your wound—” you cried out in surprise, but you were cut short when he buried his nose between your legs and breathed in deeply.

“Simon,” you called, voice breathy and panting, like you’d just run a far distance, and your hips jolting up against your will. there was a strange deep coiling in your stomach—a growing ache you felt like you needed to relieve with a crazy thirst.

he wrapped two strong arms round your thighs to pin your squirming hips down, nosing around the soft folds and plushness of your inner thighs. 

“patience,” he said, voice soft, and you keened, unsure what to do with your hands clenching and fumbling around the sheets. catching your wrists, he pinned them down to the bed along with your thighs. 

you felt the strange primal need to beg—to plead for his forgiveness, your whole body alight from the way he held your body in a bind, baring yourself to him.

“please,” you whimpered, unsatisfied with the way he continued to kiss and bite at your thighs, licking over them and periodically sucking the skin into his mouth. you canted your hips up, moaning when you found a delicious bout of friction against his turned jaw.

with a grunt of disapproval, he pinned you roughly back down to the bed.

“greedy are we, pretty thing?”

biting your lip, you didn’t feel an ounce of shame as you nodded. you needed that friction again. you didn’t know why, but you felt like you needed to grind against something desperately, just to relieve that sore aching inside you.

humming, Ghost lowered his mouth between your legs, eyes on yours as he gently blew cold air over the throbbing heat of you. you whined at that, hips trying to buck up, but he was just too strong.

“hurts,” you admitted in a whimper, and his eyes darkened.

“what hurts?”

you squirmed, whimpering helplessly, face flushing. “there.”

“where?” he asked, his lips twisted in a smug way.

you threw your head back, chest pushing up into the air with a frustrated whine.

“here?” he offered, his tongue coming out to lap over the throbbing thing between your legs. at that you gasped with a jolt, chasing his tongue. “this pretty little cunt aching?”

“yes,” you gasped, his tongue coming down to caress your core again and again, till it was lapping at it, almost playing with it.

the feeling was intense, nothing like you’d ever felt before. it bloomed like a fire in your throat, quenching the intense ache in your stomach, but every time he pulled away, the ache only grew stronger and stronger, like you needed to chase the pleasure with even more pleasure.

it was torture. you didn’t know whether to push him away or pull him closer.

the sight of him between your legs was so sinful, so wrong for a man to be lapping at you in such a forbidden place. but that intense feeling hung over everything in a foggy haze, blanketing any sense of foreboding shame that rang in the back of your brain.

there was only Ghost now—pinning your wrists and thighs to the bed, tongue rubbing strong circles into your fleshy pink skin.

when he pulled back, you almost cried out in frustration but he pinned you with a dark look of warning, releasing your wrists to bring a thumb to your cunt. he rubbed at in fast circles and a breathy moan escaped you, arching against the sheets.

he cooed. “so sensitive. you never touch yourself before, pretty thing?”

you choked out a reply. “no—it’s,” you gasped when his tongue came down to lap at your entrance, drawing teasing patterns over it, hooking inside then drawing out.

“sinful.” you finished with a drawl and he pushed his tongue inside, fucking you out of your wits with the wet muscle.

he hummed inside you, the tremors traveling all the way up to the place where he was rubbing with his thumb. you clutched at his hand, willing it to move faster, and he complied immediately. your body lost a fiber of control with every passing second. 

“you look like you’re enjoying it, though,” he spoke against you with a smug look. you barely heard him, a foreign sensation building in you so fast, the words of warning died in your throat.

“you like getting fucked out with my tongue? my thumb on your clit?”

“you like being my good little whore, pretty thing?”

“say my name, princess.”

his low, gruff words went straight to the blooming heat in your stomach, traveling straight to your cunt, and exploding out to your swollen clit as you chanted his name.

Simon, Simon, Simon.

every throbbing wave gripped you with an intensity, clenching around his tongue in delicious rolls of pleasure that had you squirming in the sheets, unable to keep still as he pulled you through a slew of ecstasy. 

Simon.

colors exploded behind your eyelids, jaw slack, you slowly laxed into the bed, melting as the sweet noises in your throat eventually subsided.

there was a lulling stillness in the room as your senses slowly came back to you, and you realized Ghost was speaking in a throaty, cracked murmur to you, voice raw and overused. 

“good girl,” he praised, and you looked up at him, leaning into his palm as he affectionately rubbed at your cheek, clambering over you to press a kiss to your ear, the tip of your nose.

his warm breath against your lips had you jolting to life, slapping a hand over his mouth with a gasp. he jolted against you and you scrambled up straighter, seized by what you had just done.

you, naked and bare on the bed, and he, shirt unbuttoned and jaw splashed with your slick. a question burned in the dark eyes behind his mask but you just made haste to cover your body with the sheets, scurrying out of his hold. 

he called your name out, voice dark and pinched. he reached for you, but you held up a hand.

“don’t,” you warned, gripped with such a burning shame that tears filled your eyes. you quickly wiped at them relentlessly, but more reappeared in their stead, and you drew the covers around your shoulders, unable to contain the shaking that wracked your body.

burying your face in your hands, thoughts convulsed wildly in your head. what have you done? what would your mama think? your daddy?

you whimpered. what would the lord think?

you shook so hard you barely noticed the black button up sleeve that Ghost wrapped around your shoulders, taking the sleeves to loosely tie them around your neck. he settled a fair distance from you, eyes full and glinting.

“alright, pretty girl?” he asked gingerly when your sobbing subsided.

you sniffled, voice strained and throaty. “no.”

you gave him a miserable look. “we’re not married.”

he tilted his head, mouth opening and closing. his hand clenched at the sheets then relaxed again.

“i don’t wanna be a whore,” you cried, feeling dumb as you wiped at the tears coming down your cheeks in an onslaught.

Ghost’s eyes narrowed. “is this because i called you a—”

“no!” you shouted immediately, then lowered your voice with a quick apology.

he slid to your side, flush against you and warm through the sheets. he pressed his mask to your hair.

“no one’ll think you’re a whore,” he mumbled, playing with your hair in his fingers, “you’re mine already.”

there was a deadpanned simplicity in his voice that made it easy to believe.

he took your tear-stained face in his hands. “besides, you’re too polite, princess. even in all that cowboy get-up.”

staring into his masked face, you nodded, chewing what he was feeding you slowly. he angled your face gently. when his lips made a slow descent to yours, you squeaked with a jolt and tried to scurry out of his hold, but he held fast, grunting with effort.

“what now?” he asked, exasperation flitting through his eyes, clenching at his jaw.

“i don’t kiss before a date—s’not proper!” you shot back with twice as much ire, and his eyes went wide before a huff of laughter escaped him.

“that so?”

you rolled your eyes. “yes.”

he hummed low, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “so proper, princess.”

you suppressed a laugh, trying to conceal your giggle with a frustrated huff, but Ghost didn’t fall for it as he drew you into arms, easily man-handling you into his desired position beneath the sheets before he slid into them behind you, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

you were pulled into a soft wall of warmth and bowing strength, curling around you in a sleepy hold. you couldn’t fight it even if you tried. he shifted against you, and you gasped when you felt something hard digging into the fleshy curve of your backside.

shooting a curious look over your shoulder, Ghost only offered you a lazy blink.

“don’t you worry your pretty little head about it,” he mumbled, drawing you in closer.

“but—”

“i don’t talk about those kinds of things before a date,” he said under his breath, and you could only laugh, relishing the way his lips curled into a smile against your hair.

an easy silence filtered into the room and you reached back behind you to grip at his shoulder, his neck, his skin. you took a deep breath. he was real. he was alive.

he slid his arms around your sides as a bind over your stomach, and you clutched weakly at the muscle of his arms smothering you.

“i thought you were going to die,” you ruminated softly, feeling a natural force pulling down on your eyelids.

“ghosts don’t die,” he reminded you, his lips against your neck. 

“devils don’t either,” you said, and he grunted in disapproval.

“you think i’m the devil, lovely?” his fingers stroked at your cheek. you leaned into his touch thoughtfully.

“maybe,” you answered in a truthful nod. “i don’t mind it though. i can make you good.”

his laugh was mirthless. “doubt you can, princess.”

you swallowed hard and closed your eyes. “you won’t ransom me back to my daddy, will you?”

you took his silence as a warning, an uneasy toil rolling through you. shifting in his arms, you turned to face him, the fabric of his mask pulled back down over his jaw, heavy gaze bearing down on you, half-lidded and sleepy. he just pulled you flush against his chest so you couldn’t see his masked face anymore, only the sounds of his deep, steady breaths in your ear that dragged you into a restless sleep.

p.s.: to any history buffs out there, i know that technically there was no actual british regiment in the spanish-american war but let's pretend that there was for the sake of plot holessss

...also imagining Gaz talk in a thick southern drawl was so funny to me he's so adorable

anyways hoped you enjoyed this long, self-indulgent chapter! more coming soon :]

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[russos-one]

Kyra Cooney-Cross X !FemReader

Summary- Growing up with Kyra

Word count- 4,675

Warnings- Swear words, way to much backstory but its fine i think, Fingering !Kyra receiving if you want to skip the smut ** signifies when it starts and stops, oral, fluff

Author's note- Towards the end of the fic you can tell I gave up and just cut it short lmao but we don't talk about that this is a long-ass fic so it is fine.

I would lie and say its proof read but its not lol

[Childhood buddies]

Kyra is cheeky alone but she’s even cheekier with her other half, Y/n. You will never find Kyra without Y/n and Y/n without Kyra. Those two are always together like two peas in a pod. One goes to Arsenal the other goes to Arsenal, one assists the goals one scores them.

The two have been friends since they were 6 and 7 years old having met at school after a football match and the two of them being the only girls. After the game they talked and instantly clicked, having more in common then just football, the both of them grew up in Queensland and both played for the same club. Kyra and Y/n’s family often weren’t surprised when one was at the other's house. The two of them often had sleepovers together. The duo went up in the ranks together and both had their debut for the Matilda’s together, Y/n scoring a goal and Kyra assisting it and they won them game five to one, it was a dream debut for the duo.

Two years later on the month before the World Cup the teams were selected. The duo being at home together awaiting for the call that would decide if they went to the world cup together or not. First came Kyra’s call and she answered excitedly, Tony gave her the news that she’s in the World Cup 2023 squad and the two instantly had smiles on their faces. After that call had ended it was now Y/n’s turn, the room was tense. 12 minutes after Kyra received her call, Y/n’s phone had began to ring, she checked the phone number and it was Tony, she answered immediately and as soon as Tony broke the news that she would be going to the World Cup with her best friend by her side and the two of them sprung of the couch with two large smiles excited that they can experience this together after composing herself Y/n thanked Tony appreciatively and the called ended. The two celebrated with a movie marathon in their apartment with way too much candy and popcorn.

A month later it's time for the world cup, the first game of the tournament came with the aussies winning against Republic of Ireland one to zero with their captain Steph Catley scoring a beautiful penalty. Not long after the game against the Nigerians came, they started of strong, with a goal from Emily Van Egmond in the first minute of stoppage time but not long after the Nigerians score making it one to one at the end of halftime, as the second half begins the matildas can't seem to get a goal no matter how hard the push they concede in the sixty-fifth minute and again in the seventy-second minute. 

The Aussies are struggling but they managed to score a goal in the tenth minute of stoppage time a bit before the full-time whistle is blown with the result being the Nigerian side win against the Aussies three to two. All they have to do is top their group and they qualify for the round of sixteen. The next game the matildas play is against Canada with Canada being in favour of winning but never doubt the Aussies, in the ninth minute Hayley Raso receives

a beauty of a ball from Steph Catley and scores at the edge of the box, bringing the aussies with a goal lead in the early minutes of the game. In the thirty-sixth minute of the game Mary Fowler scores a goal but it unfortunately is not counted due to being offside but, not long after in the thirty-ninth minute the matildas are awarded a corner kick with Kyra taking it, she lifts up one of her hands signifying what type of kick it's going to be, she kicks it and it lands at the head of Y/n and she headers it in, Kyra running to Y/n straight away celebrating with her best friend. The aussie side gets another goal in the fifty-eighth minute with the goal scorer being none other than Mary Fowler with Caitlin Foord getting the assist credit but they don't stop there, in the fourth minute of stoppage time Australia are awarded with a penalty, Steph takes it and she scores giving the Australian side a four goal lead in the ninety-fourth minute. The game ended a few minutes later with the Australian side extremely happy with their performances in the past games and finishing top of their group. It's time for the round of sixteen.

The first game they play in the round of sixteen is against Denmark, in the beginning its a rough game for the defenders on each side but in the twenty-eighth minute the aussies get the ball moving, it starts with Mary interfering with the danish sides pass and running the ball towards the halfway mark with Y/n making a run forward Mary sends a cross to her and Y/n finishes it wonderfully. In the seventieth minute Australia managed to score again with the finisher being Hayley who had received a ball from Van Egmond making it two to zero. After a couple chances for both sides, the game finally finishes with the Australian team winning once again.

The Aussies make it into the quarter-finals and it is against their toughest challenge yet, France. Before the game their captain Steph gives a speech to the team after her Sam and Tony all give words of motivation to the team before the game and discuss tactics. The game is about to start with both Kyra and Y/n starting for every game so far nothing is different now, the two have had an amazing tournament so far, especially for their first World Cup ever. The two do the same thing before every game no matter what and that is hugging each other for a good minute and whispering words of affirmation to each other, the two complete their before-match routine and go to the lineup, Y/n lining up behind Caitlin and Kyra lining up behind Y/n. The game starts and it is high-paced and intense straight away with both sides having early chances and wonderful saves from the goalkeepers but no matter how hard both sides push they just can't seem to score. The halftime whistle is blown. Both Tony and Steph give words of encouragement to the team and discuss tactics for the second half. The second half begins and in the fifty-fifth minute Emily is subbed off for Sam who gets her first appearance in this World Cup due to unfortunately sustaining a calf injury but she's back now. In the second half, nothing changed. The two sides still couldn't score a goal no matter what, so it went to extra time after ninety minutes. It's been one hundred minutes since the game started and both sides are beginning to get tired after running nonstop for 50 minutes straight. Still after the 1o minutes of extra time, the two sides can't score a goal so it's time for some substitutions, in the one hundred and fourth minute Hayley is subbed off for Cortnee. But still, both sides are relentless and not letting in any goals and six minutes later there's another break. The game begins again and in the one hundred and sixteenth minute Kyra is subbed off for Tameka. But even after all the subs the two sides still can't score and it goes to penalties.

France are first to kick and they miss, it's now Australia's turn and it's Catlin, and she scores! After her the French sides go again, Kadidiatou Diani goes up and she unfortunately scores making it even. It's now Stephs turn, she goes up and kicks the ball towards the goal but it is saved by the french goalkeeper. It's the French again and Wendie Renard goes up and she scores making it two-one France, once again it's the Aussies turn and Sam goes up and scores making it two-two. It's now time for the French to go again, Le Sommer goes up and scores. It's now the tillies go again and Mary scores making it even four-four. Mackenzie misses but so does Eve, Giyora goes and scores it's not Katrina's go and if she misses the Matildas are out of the world cup, she shoots and scores. Its now Karchaouies goes and she scores then teka goes but she also scores so it's even again at five-five. Lakrar goes and scores then Ellie and she also scores making it six-six, now it's Dali’s turn and she misses but so does Clare so it's now up to the deciding penalty, Becho misses and Cortnee scores! The matildas are through to the semi finals for the first time ever in all of Australia's history, but it only gets harder from here.

It's the semifinal game against England and the Aussies lose three-one and they can no longer win the world cup but they can go home with at least some sort of medal. It's Australia vs Sweden for the bronze medal, Australia try their hardest but they just can't seem to win it, they go home with no medals.

After the world cup Kyra and Y/n received a massive amount of support and fame, the new fans that had discovered some old photos of the two very close and that's where the dating rumours started, it didn't really bother the two being used to it and often being mistaken as a couple with being how close they were.

Kyra received a call from her manager saying that Arsenal wanted her and she had some time to think about it. Only a few hours after Kyra’s manager called her Y/n received a call from her manager saying that Arsenal also wanted her. Y/n calling Kyra instantly telling her to come over to tell her the news. Y/n tells Kyra the news and Kyra instantly has a smile on her face and tells Y/n how she also received a call from her manager telling her that Arsenal wants her but she wasn't going to take it if Y/n wasn't with her. The two called both their managers and accepted Arsenal's offer. On the sixteenth of September, twenty-twenty-three Arsenal announced the signing of Cooney-Cross and only a day later on the seventeenth, they announced Y/ln’s signing. Ian Wright wanted Arsenal to recruit Cooney-Cross and Y/ln after their impressive performance in the World Cup 2023. He asked Steph Catley, Cooney-Cross's and Y/ln’s fellow Matilda and Arsenal player, to convince Jonas to offer them a spot in the club and after doing some research he instantly agreed after seeing their chemistry on the pitch together. The Ausenal went crazy over this not only are there 2 more Aussies in the squad but it's the dynamic duo that everyone loves Kyra and Y/n who doesn't love them at this point. 

The two had their debut for Arsenal together On the 1st of October 2023 on the opening day of the 2023-24 season, in a 0-1 loss to Liverpool. Even though they did lose on their debut they still had a great time at Arsenal, often hiding their teammates' things and covering Katie's locker with a bunch of green things and an Ireland flag. The duo often got in trouble by the older girls with the two often acting as the annoying younger sisters of the squad always somehow getting into trouble. The two moved in with Steph and her fiance Dean seeing as she has the biggest house and acted as a mother figure towards the two. Soon after

they moved into the house they caused a ruckus constantly pranking the couple and at one point the two switched out Stephs shampoo with blue hair dye.

“Y/N  Y/M/N  Y/L/N AND KYRA LILEE COONEY CROSS CAN ONE OF YOU EXPLAIN WHY MY HAIR IS BLUE” the two looked at each other and then looked at Dean who was sitting on the couch next to them eating a ham sandwich he chuckled and then said

“The two of you better run before she chucks a shoe at your heads”

The two young adults ran as fast as they could to their room with Calvin on their tail and jumping on Kyra’s bed and as soon as Calvins in they closed the door and locked it.

“Y/n, this was a horrible idea shes going to fucking kill us”

“It's not like it's permanent, it will only last for a wee- Wait! Why are you blaming me, this was your idea”

“Yeah, but you encouraged me!”

“Okay, relax, calm down. It's not like she is going to kill u-” 

Out of nowhere the two hear a quite aggressive knock on the door.

“If the two of you don't unlock this door right now i won't hesitate to take away your phones”

Kyra walks over to the door and unlocks it, cracking it open just a bit and poking her head through to see an angry blue haired Steph.

“Eheh. Hey Steph, I love your hair, did you do something to it?”

Y/n then pokes her head through and laughs immediately and then Calvin pokes his head through. Steph stares into Y/n’s eyes rather intensely.

“Do you think this is funny?”

“Yeah I kind of do”

Y/n receives a slap on the arm from Kyra who then says

“She didn't mean that”

“No i did”

“Y/n!”

“That's my name!”

“Okay! Enough, the two of you are banned from seeing eachother again unless its for games”

After hearing that Kyra opens the door fully.

“Wait, you're joking right?”

“No! I am not joking, all the two of you do is cause trouble when you are together so until the both of you prove yourselves that you will stop these pranks you two aren't seeing each other anymore”

“No! Wait Steph, we are sorry! We haven't been away for each other for more than 4 days, we will literally die if you seperate us”

“No. No more excuses. So who's moving and who's staying?”

Y/n goes on her knees.

“PUHLEASE I AM-” she pulls Kyra to her knees and then Calvin sits besides the two

“WE ARE BEGGING YOU”

“No, the two of you have had enough chances. Im calling Caitlin im sure she would be delighted to have one of you”

After a few hours of the two being depressed together and crying about how much they are going to miss each other acting like they aren't going to see eachother 5 days a week for Arsenal training. The two of them quite literally got banned from seeing and talking to each other unless it was for the games. But one night when Y/n was feeling lonely without her other half she left Caitlins apartment at 2:48am and called an uber to Stephs house, she made her was to the side of the house where Kyra's room was, she could faintly see a light coming from her room and she prayed that Kyra was awake and climbed up to her window, she looking through the window to see Kyra writing in her notebook on her desk with her back to the window. Y/n knocks on the window about 17 times and Kyra still doesn't even notice after a while she notices the window is unlocked and opens the window. Y/n walks over to Kyra slowly and quickly places her hands on Kyras shoulders while saying boo.

Kyra instantly turns around and after realising who it is she hugs her immediately and shoves her face into Y/n's neck and releases a sigh.

“I've missed you so much”

“I've missed you more, but did you really have to scare me? And wait- how did you even get in here?” 

The two finally separate and look into eachothers eyes.

“Well after knocking on your window about a million times I finally realised it was open and now here we are”

“I'm so glad you're here”

“Likewise”

“Anyways what are you doing awake at this time?”

The two finally sit on Kyras bed together while facing each other with the only light being the nightlight in the corner of the room, Y/n chuckles to herself remembering all the times when they were kids and Kyra forced Y/n to check the room for monsters when they had sleepovers.

Y/n counters the question “What are you doing up at this time?”

“I asked first”

Y/n sighs “Fine, i couldn't sleep, i couldn't stop thinking about something- well more so someone” Y/n starts to fiddle with the ring(s) on her finger(s), Kyra notices and grabs Y/n’s hands and looks into her eyes.

“What- who were you thinking about” Y/n looks up from her hands and looks into Kyras eyes.

“You”

The both of them lean into each other and their lips touch clash. The kiss is intense and passionate, it's filled with emotions built up over several years, the duo separate and look into each other's eyes.

“I've been wanting to do that since i was 17”

“I've been wanting to do that since i was 16”

“That was amazing”

“I agree, want to do it again?”

***

The two lean into each other once again, Y/n taking control of the kiss while Kyra leans back onto her bed, Y/n is now hovering over Kyra, your faces just inches away from each other.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Y/n says while searching Kyras eyes for any discomfort.

“Yes”

With the affirmation that Kyra really wants to do this Y/n leans in for another kiss, taking control in a flash, the kiss is intense, both fighting for dominance but Y/n wins. The two separate from the kiss and Kyra releases a whine. Y/n chuckles

“So needy already?” While trailing her hand down to the bottom of Kyras shirt, lifting it up over her hand to see Kyra was wearing no bra, Y/n chuckled and Kyra instantly turned red.

“No bra?”

“I was about to go to sleep! I wasn't really expecting this to happen!”

“Hey, I'm not complaining!”

Out of nowhere Y/n leans down to Kyras left breast while kneading the other one with her right hand. She sucks and bites on her boob while Kyra lets out a plethora of moans while grasping Y/n’s hair and pushing her further down her body. Y/n grabs at the waistband of Kyras shorts and pulls them down painfully slowly. Kyra whines.

“Patience is key baby”

Y/n places kisses on Kyras stomach. Kyra bucks her hips.

“Please”

Finally Y/n places her hand on Kyras clothed pussy, Kyra releases another whine while Y/n just chuckles.

“So wet already?”

“Please- just- please”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please- just fuck me, im begging you”

“Whatever you want my love”

Y/n finally pulls down Kyras underwear and teases her lips, Kyra whimpers while bucking her hips towards Y/n’s hand. Finally Y/n shoves two fingers into Kyras pussy and she lets out a loud moan.

“Shhh, we don't want anyone else hearing do we?”

Y/n starts moving her fingers inside Kyras pussy and finds that spongy spot inside her and Kyra lets out a loud moan which is quickly muffled by Y/n shoving the two fingers that were previously in her pussy into her mouth.

“Taste yourself my love”

Kyra moans around Y/n’s fingers and as Y/n takes them out there's a string of saliva, Y/n then sucks on her fingers tasting a mix of Kyra's arousal and spit. Y/n then gets Kyra's panties that she previously placed on the bed and shoves them in Kyra's mouth.

“Will you be quiet now?”

Kyra nods.

“Good”

Y/n goes back down to Kyras pussy and shoves two fingers inside again, her fingers filling her. Y/n pumped in and out of Kyras pussy intensely. She could tell she was getting close by the way she kept trying to close her legs. Y/n took her fingers out and instead used her hands to hold Kyra's legs apart and instead used you mouth to get Kyra of, she sucked on her clit and Kyra let out a loud muffled whine, she then shoved her tongue into her pussy and used her thumb to rub Kyras clit. Kyras hand went to Y/n's hair and the other one was going to grasp at the duvet of the bed.

Kyra cums, harder than she's ever come in her life. Y/n licks it all up, moaning while doing so. She then makes her way up Kyras body and removes the panties from Kyras mouth and kisses her roughly, Kyra moaning at the taste of her cum mixed with your saliva.

***

“Are you okay, my love?”

“Better than ever”

Y/n pecks her forehead.

“Good. I'll be back my love”

Y/n gets out of the bedroom and goes to the bathroom connected to the bedroom and grabs a rag and wets it with warm water and on her way back she goes to Kyra's closet to grab a fresh pair of underwear for her. She makes her way over to Kyra and cleans up her with the rag. She then puts Kyras fresh pair of underwear on and puts her shorts and shirt back on.

“Cozy?

Kyra says nothing in response and just shoves her head into Y/n's neck and places a kiss on her jaw.

“Im assuming thats a yes”

“Goodnight, my love”

“Goodnight Y/n”

And the two fall asleep together.

It is 8am and Steph receives a call from Caitlin, she answers and Caitlin immediately says.

“Steph! I lost Y/n”

“What do you mean lost? How do you lose a 20 year old?”

“Right- so I woke up as one does and I went into Y/n's room because we were going to go to a cafe to have some breakfast and I went into her room and she's not there!”

“One sec let me ask Kyra '' Steph walks up the stairs to Kyra's room and knocks twice, she doesn't get a response and assumes she's asleep so she opens the door and finds a peacefully sleeping Kyra cuddling into a sleeping Y/n. Steph puts the phone back up to her ear and says

“I've found Y/n”

“What! Where is she?”

“Sleeping”

“Sleeping- sleeping where?”

“With Kyra”

“I knew they would get together eventually, those two have been in love since they first met i swear”

“Aww wait they actually look so cut- wait you didn't even know them when they first met”

“I know but I wouldn't doubt it if they have been in love with each other since they first met. Now send a photo to the gc”

Steph quickly snaps a few photos of the two then leaves the room and sends the photo to the matilda group chat minus the kids and ends the call with Caitlin.

The originals

Members- Sammy (Sam Kerr), Em (Emily Van Egmond), Katies gf (Caitlin Foord), Tim Tams  (Tameka Yallop), Mini (Katrina Gorry), Lyds (Lydia Williams), Macca (Mackenzie Arnold), Mother Steph (Steph Catley), Lani (Alanna Kennedy), Polks (Clare Polkinghorn)

*Insert a picture of Y/n and Kyra cuddling*

Mother Steph- Look who finally got together

Mini- That is so cute omg

Sammy- I wish i could say i'm surprised, but im not lol

Macca- Stop- they look like cute little babies

Lani- I dibs being Kyras one of bridesmaids!

Katies gf- Their wedding is going to be so cute

Lyds- Cuties!

Polks- Aww

Tim Tams- I ship!

Macca- LMAO i agree with tim tams i also ship

Sammy- Steph it's time to give them the birds and the bees talk

Mother Steph- How the fuck do you expect me to do that??

Sammy- Idfk

Katies gf- Steph you need to wake them up we have training in like 20 minutes

Mother Steph- How am i supposed to wake them up?

Katies gf- Idk but it's your problem now!

*End of chat*

The little children

Members- Tom Holland's look-alike (Lotte Wubben-Moy), Winnie the Pooh (Laura Wienroither), Pot of Gold (Teyah Goldie), Fridos (Frida Maanum), Pavlova (Victoria Pelova), Annoying little sister (Kyra Cooney-Cross),  Furry (Y/n Y/l/n), Penalties (Lina Hurtig), Geo (Gio Queiroz), Lessi (Alessia Russo)

Pavlova- @Annoying little sister @Furry get your asses to training before Kim and Leah kill you both

Fridos- You guys need to wake the fuck up

Tom holland look alike- Stop swearing

Lessi- KIM IS GOING TO MURDER YOU TO WAKE UP I'M SCARED FOR YOUR LIVES

Tom Holland looks alike- The two of you need to wake up now, Kim is going to make you guys run laps.

Pavlova- DITCH THE FUCKING PUNCTUATION THEY ARE GOING TO DIE UNLESS THEY HAVE A GOOD EXCUSE ON WHY THEY ARENT HERE

Geo- I bet they are finally fucking

Lessi- AT 9AM??? SURELY NOT

*End chat*

“Turn it off oh my fucking god my ears a bleeding” Kyra groaned

“Uhm, Kyra?”

“Hm?”

“We are uhm- a bit like for training” Kyra sat up

“What do you mean?”

Y/n showed her the time.

“We are so dead.”

Caitlin saw Steph walk into training and walks up to her 

“Where the fuck are they?”

“I didn't know what to do so i just left, i ran”

“I don't blame you i don't even know what i would do in that situation”

“STEPH, CAITLIN!””

“Oh- hey Kim”

“Hi”

“Where are your children?”

“Uhm they ar-”

Steph got cut off by an out of breath Kyra running into the training facility and shortly followed by Y/n.

“I'm here!”

“Oh! Look Y/n’s here too, Hi Y/n!”

“Oh! Fancy seeing you here Kyra!” “Let's get changed, shall we?”

“Mhmm, meet you there!”

Kim looked back to Caitlin and Steph as the two of them ran off to the changing rooms.

“They are right here!”

“They are also 30 minutes late, and so are you Steph, why's that?”

“DEAN AND STEPH WERE FUCKING!”

“NO WE WEREN'T!”

“Then why were you late?”

Steph looked defeated and then came up with an idea

“Kyras fish died so she was depressed so Y/n came over for a funeral and that's why we are all late”

“Kyra has a fish?”

“Yes- well she had a fish, the fish is dead now”

“What was the fish's name?”

“Michael Jackson” Caitlin fell to the ground laughing.

“Michael Jackson? Okay then I am sorry for your loss. Now get changed”

Steph ran to the changing rooms.

“I know you to are fucking. Kyra you have a fish named michael jackson but he died this morning so that why you and Y/n were late”

“Wha-”

“I have a fish?”

“No! Just get changed i will tell you later” 

The three of the got changed in record time and went to the field to warm. The three of them separate, Steph going to caitlin, Vic going to Kyra and Alessia going to Y/n

“So, what happened “

“Me and Kyra fucked and now i dont know what to do”

“Oh!”

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The Library of Illusion — the Keeper of the Keys

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➮ vampire!Seonghwa × fem!Reader wc: 5.7k summary: Y/N finally has all 6 keys and returns to Seonghwa only to learn that not only does she now need his key but he's also much more than the man she thought he was. genres/themes/au: angst, smut; fantasy, supernatural, biblical & demonic; non idol au, vampire au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, biblical & demonic themes, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut!

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a/n: I hope you really like this second to last piece. Y/N's journey is almost over but we still have one part left. I'm gonna let this part speak for itself and as always, I love reading your feedback! Thank you so much for reading and a friendly reminder that this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. Header and line breaks made by me. Content and support banners made by me with a template made by @cafekitsune. I do not allow reposts, translations, or continuations of my works. All my writings are ©️ kwanisms.

smut warnings: possessive!Hwa, jealous!Hwa, unprotected sex (wrap that shit), brief fingering (f receiving), rough sex, use of pet names (mainly Kitten), dom!Hwa, bloodplay, dubcon (Hwa's vampiric venom is an aphrodisiac, so technically Y/N is under the influence), slight brat!Reader, multiple rounds (multiple orgasms), cum inside, and I think that's all but of course, let me know if I missed anything!

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‘Am I too late?’

You spun around, eye scanning the room. “Seonghwa?” you called out, waiting for a response. You started looking around again, peering between the shelves. “Seonghwa, where are you?”

As you rounded the end of one of the bookshelves, you saw Seonghwa leaning against the desk. Your heart pounded as you let out a sigh of relief.

“Where were you?” you demanded as you walked up the steps to meet him. He looked you over before meeting your gaze. “I’ve been here,” he answered simply. You opened your mouth to retort but he cut you off.

“Were you successful?”

You narrowed your eyes before nodding towards the box. “Take a look.”

Seonghwa hesitated before turning to the box and lifting the lid to see the sixth and final key resting in its spot. A smirk spread across his face. “Perfect,” he said softly, letting the lid shut before turning to look at you.

“You’ve done exactly as asked,” he continued. “You should be congratulated.”

You nodded, a triumphant smile on your face. “Now I can finally leave this place,” you said, moving to grab the box. Seonghwa didn’t stop you as you lifted the heavy wood and carried it over to the final door under the orange glowing Restricted Section sign.

You hadn’t had the chance to see the door up close but now standing before it, you could see it was much different from the other doors. Each wooden door leading into the sections was plain, heavy wood. This door was the same heavy wood but it was carved.

The scene carved into the wood was like something out of the bible. What seemed to be the bowels of hell, full of fire and skeletons reaching up from the flames was front and center while above seemed to be a great chasm, complete with what looked to be demonic figures, laughing and dancing around the fire.

A chill crawled up your spine as you inspected the wood carving, looking it over slowly. “It’s gruesome, no?” Seonghwa called from behind you, making you turn to look back at him. “I’ve always thought it was a little too… ostentatious. Too showy,” he added before shrugging.

You turned back to the door and glanced below the carving where you noticed the six keyholes, spaced evenly under the scene. “So I just enter the keys?” you asked, raising your voice for Seonghwa to hear.

“Mhm,” he hummed. “Just insert the keys into each keyhole but don’t turn them yet. They have to all be in the keyholes simultaneously.” You glanced back at him before setting the wooden box on a ledge next to you and lifted the lid, looking down at the keys, each with their own insignias.

You glanced back at the door, at the carving. The insignias were present in the carving as your eyes scanned each figure bearing the insignia on its chest. ‘What the—’

“Time is of the essence,” Seonghwa called, interrupting your thoughts. “The longer you take, the smaller your window to escape becomes.” You nodded wordlessly and picked up the keys.

One by one, you inserted the keys into the corresponding holes using their insignias. Once all six were in, you turned to look at Seonghwa who motioned for you to turn the keys. “In the order you visited the section,” he added.

You did as he instructed, turning the science fiction key, followed by the one from the horror section, then the history key, the crime key, the fantasy key, and finally the adventure section key.

A series of clicks and mechanical mechanisms sounded behind the door and instead of the door opening a small slot above the six keys opened revealing another keyhole. “What the…” you trailed off, staring at the key.

You had been so preoccupied by turning the keys in the right order, you hadn’t noticed Seonghwa sneak up on you. “Oh would you look at that,” he whispered, peering over your shoulder and making you jump.

You looked back at him with wide eyes.

“Looks like you need another key.”

You looked back at the new keyhole. “Where am I supposed to get another…” your voice trailed off, turning slowly to look at Seonghwa who watched you with a smirk.

Was there something you were missing? Had you forgotten something along your journey? He had said there were six keys and you had six keys. Had he lied to you? Where were you supposed to get a seventh key.

Your eyes widened as a thought entered your head.

“You?” you whispered. Seonghwa tilted his head. “Me?” he asked curiously. “What about me?”

“Do… do you have a key?” you asked before it finally dawned on you. Of course he had a key. He was the Keeper of Keys after all. Like the reel of a film, you saw in your mind each time he pulled out a key to unlock the doors to each section.

Of course his key would be needed to get into the final section.

Narrowing your eyes, you turned full to face the Keeper.

“So, are you going to unlock this door for me or am I going to need to get your key from you?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. Seonghwa’s smile dropped. “Well,” he said nonchalantly. “I could open the door for you,” he said, pacing slowly in front of you.

“But where’s the fun in that?”

You sighed heavily. ‘Of course.’ You thought bitterly.

“So what do you want?”

Seonghwa turned to look at you with his dark eyes. “You’ve been through a lot,” he started. “Your body has been pushed to the limit,” he added. You nodded, hoping he would hurry up and explain faster since you already knew where this was going.

He had seen everything already. Every sexual encounter. Every minute detail. He’d seen it all. He knew what you’d done to get the keys and get to this point. There was no way he didn’t want in.

“You’ve been running a marathon that most could never imagine. And you’re at the finish line,” Seonghwa continued. “Now you just have to sprint the final lap.”

You rolled your eyes, tired of him beating around the bush. “Just get it over with and tell me what you want.”

Seonghwa was before you in an instant, hands against the door on either side of your head. “I want what everyone else has gotten,” he said softly, his tone dangerously low. “Which is?” you pressed as he leaned in, lips inches from yours.

“Satisfaction.”

The next moment, his lips were against yours and your hands moved up to tangle in his hair, your lips parting and allowing his tongue into your mouth with a groan.

Seonghwa pulled you from the door, never breaking the kiss as he backed you towards the stage in the center. Not wanting to make it easy for him, you pushed him against the nearest surface which happened to be a bookcase, the force causing a few books to topple from the shelves and to the floor.

You moaned into the kiss, making Seonghwa growl, pulling you back. “This might hurt,” he said softly, glancing from your eyes down to your neck and back up. You opened your lips to respond but the next second, Seonghwa had you pushed against the shelf, pressing into your back as he forced your head to the side, exposing your neck.

“What are you—”

You didn’t have a chance to finish your question before you felt sharp teeth sink into your skin, letting out a scream. You tried to push back against Seonghwa but he was clearly much stronger.

‘This whole time he was vampire? Well fuck,’ you thought as your body grew weak. ‘That’s not what I expected.’

You’d had your suspicions by now of what kind of creature Seonghwa was. You’d considered many things but vampire had not been among them.

Seonghwa finally let go, letting out a groan. Your body felt weak but there was something else under the haziness, something hot and tingling spreading through your veins. ‘What is this? What has he done to me?’

You felt Seonghwa back up from you and you tried to stand up straight but you were too weak, your knees buckling as you turned and you fell back into the shelf.

“What did you do to me?”

Your vision blurred as whatever had entered your system continued to spread, growing hotter and hotter until it settled in the pit of your stomach. “I couldn’t resist,” he started. “You just smelled so good. I needed a little taste.”

‘A taste? That confirms it. He is a vampire.’

You shook your head, trying to shake away the fuzziness. “It’s almost over,” you heard him whisper. He was back in front of you, pushing you against the shelf, holding your wrists above your head. “Just calm down.”

You tried to focus on your breathing but the heat in your stomach was starting to spread throughout your body. You were burning up. “Did you change me?” you asked incredulously. Seonghwa chuckled. “No,” he answered.

“But when I bite,” he continued. “My venom does enter the bloodstream.” You looked up, his face starting to come back into focus as your vision cleared. “Venom?” you asked, your voice sounding panicked. Seonghwa nodded, moving a hand up to cup your cheek. “It sounds worse than it is,” he explained.

“But I promise it’s not that bad. A vampire’s venom enters the blood and keeps your blood from coagulating. Makes it easier to feed,” he explained, brushing a single finger over the bite in your neck and bringing his blood covered finger to his mouth, licking the liquid. “But it also has another side effect,” he continued.

Your chest heaved as you tried to focus on him. You started to feel hot all over. Your clothes were suffocating. ‘What has he done to me?’ you wondered, shaking your head, grabbing the edge of the bookcase to keep yourself steady.

“W-what effect?” you stuttered, looking up at Seonghwa, your vision blurring and looking as if everything was lagging behind. Seonghwa smiled sweetly at you, despite having your blood staining his bottom lip.

“It’s an aphrodisiac.”

You whined, pulling at the collar of your clothes. “Fuck, it’s so hot,” you complained. Seonghwa resisted the urge to chuckle. “Maybe you should take them off,” he suggested. You shook your head. “I can’t,” you replied. “I need that key so I can get out of here.”

Seonghwa’s hands moved up, pulling at the top button of your shirt. “Without me, you can’t get that key,” he answered. “And I already told you what I want.”

He had a point. He’d already told you exactly what he wanted. He wanted you the same way the other guardians had gotten you. Knowing that the aphrodisiac was coursing through your veins and had a considerable effect on your decision, you still couldn't deny that you didn't want him, too.

From the moment you set eyes on him, you couldn’t deny how attractive he was. You’d be a liar if you said he wasn’t one of the most beautiful beings you’d ever laid eyes on. So ethereal, regal, and downright seductive.

Whether that was just him in general or his vampiric powers shining through, you didn’t know but one thing was for sure. Your desire for him was growing by the second and if you didn’t get your release soon, you were going to scream.

You looked up into his eyes. “Then take it,” you answered, your voice dropping. Seonghwa tilted his head. “Take it?” he asked. You nodded. “Take what you want.”

Seonghwa chuckled, taking your face in his hands. “You’re telling me to take you?” he asked, studying your face. You nodded. “Even without the aphrodisiac, I’d be telling you this. Take me so I can get your key and get out of here.”

Without another word, you felt Seonghwa’s hand wrap around your throat. “Are you completely sure?” he asked to which you nodded. “Please,” you moaned, squeezing your thighs together. The heat was getting to be too much for you to handle and you needed release.

And you needed it now.

“Be careful what you wish for, Kitten,” Seonghwa murmured.

You let out a gasp as he turned you around, pushing you backwards and guiding you up the steps until your ass hit the desk. “Once I start, I won’t stop,” he explained, placing one hand against the desk as he pushed you over it, leaning over you.

“I’ve waited for this moment since your first encounter with the alien.”

You stared up at him. “Did you really watch everything?” you asked, looking into his golden eyes as they flashed at you. “Everything,” he confirmed. A wicked smile spread over your face.

“And did you enjoy the show?”

Seonghwa’s expression turned into a scowl and he growled, showing you his pointed canines. ‘That would be a no,’ you told yourself as he leaned in. “Don’t play with me, kitten,” he growled, the sound rumbling from his chest. “This isn’t a game.”

You liked the way he bent and fought back. It only made you want to tease him some more, see how far you could push before he snapped entirely. If your encounter with San had taught you anything, it was that you liked it rough.

And with Seonghwa's physical power, you knew rough is what you’d get.

You fought the urge to smirk. “Why are you so mad?” you asked sweetly. Seonghwa narrowed his eyes. “You know why,” he murmured. Shaking your head, you lifted one of your thighs, wrapping it around his hip. “I don’t think I do,” you answered.

Seonghwa let out another growl, pushing you onto the desk, hovering over you and squeezing your neck just a little more. “You’re testing my patience, Kitten,” he hissed.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” you retorted.

Quick as a flash, Seonghwa had turned you around and bent over the desk, spreading your legs as he pressed his hard cock into your ass from behind. “If you don’t stop fucking with me, I’ll make you regret it.” Your stomach flipped, arousal pooling in your shorts.

“Now now, don’t threaten me with a good time,” you teased.

Seonghwa let out another deep growl, leaning over you as he breathed in your scent before he tilted your head to the side, exposing the bite wound on your neck to him. “I’ve been patient,” he added. “I could have just killed you earlier,” he continued. “But I’m merely a servant.”

‘A servant? What does that mean?’

“But I still have my… urges,” he continued, drawing you from your thoughts. You let out a moan as he grinded against you again. “You know,” he whispered, lips brushing against your ear. “I only got a little taste earlier but I think another is in order.”

Your words failed you as your heart pounded. “With the way your heart keeps pounding, all this blood just keeps coming out,” he murmured, leaning over, running his tongue over your neck, letting out a groan as he tasted the blood.

“I still will fuck you,” you heard him mumble. “But I really just want a little more,” he added, lowering his mouth to your neck. You shut your eyes preparing for more pain but when you felt nothing else, you opened your eyes.

Seonghwa let out a groan of frustration. “Fine,” he grumbled, standing up, you felt him rip open your shorts, hastily undoing the zipper and pushing the material down. “You still want this?” he asked, pressing his erection into your ass.

You pushed yourself up and looked over your shoulder at him. You nodded, meeting his gaze. Seonghwa sighed heavily. “You have to say it,” he noted.

Meeting his eyes once more, they flashed briefly at you. “And I’d really like it if you’d say ‘yes please,’” he added. You nodded. “Yes please,” you said breathlessly, leaning into his touch when he reached up to cup your cheek, thumb grazing your skin.

“Please, Seonghwa, I want this.”

Seonghwa’s lips parted in a smile before he pushed you back against the desk before quickly undoing his own pants. “I may bite,” you heard him say as his hand disappeared between your thighs.

You opened your mouth to respond but only a moan came out as you felt two of his fingers push into your pussy.

“Oh,” he said softly, looking down. “So tight,” he added, pumping his fingers in and out of your wet cunt.

“I’m really going to enjoy this.”

Without another word, he pulled his fingers from your cunt but they were quickly replaced with the head of his cock as he pushed into you from behind. “Oh shit,” you gasped as he bottomed out, stilling inside you.

“So this is what he got?” you heard him whisper. “And six times? How unfair.”

Before you could ask what he meant, you cried out as he set a hard, punishing pace. “Don’t talk,” Seonghwa growled. “As much as I've enjoyed it, I’ve had enough of your conversation.”

You moaned, grabbing the edge of the desk as the vampire behind you pounded into you. Much like San or Yeosang, Seonghwa’s cock wasn’t massive or monstrous but it still filled you nicely with each thrust.

“Fuck,” you gasped, nails digging into the wood of the desk. “You have any idea how mad it drove me,” Seonghwa started, his voice breathless as his hips hit your ass repeatedly. “To watch you with each guardian?”

You moaned loudly.

“When all I wanted was to fuck you like this? Like they got to?”

You cried out as his hips thrusts harder against you, cock pounding your walls. “Is that hard enough for you?” he asked, voice coming out lower and gravelly. “You seemed to like it when San took you this hard.”

You whimpered, unable to keep a firm hold on the desk. “S-Seonghwa,” you moaned. “Too hard?” he asked with a breathless chuckle. “Nhg, harder,” you groaned, surprising him. “Harder?” he asked, a smirk forming.

“I don’t think you can take that, Kitten.”

You growled, pushing back against him. “Goddamn it, Seonghwa, harder!”

You cried out, feeling his hand hit your ass. “Easy, Kitten,” he growled. “I’m in charge here.” You pushed back to meet his thrust. “Just shut up and fuck me,” you whined.

“Make me forget the others.”

That seemed to set him off. Seonghwa growled deeper, grabbing your hips hard, his nails digging into your skin. “I’ll make you forget,” he replied. “Fuck you until you’re dumb and you can only say my name. Mark you, fill you up, and make you mine.”

His pace didn’t falter, ramming into you from behind as he moved one hand to your back and kept you pushed against the wood of the desk. “You’re mine,” you heard him grunt. “Only mine.”

You moaned loudly, each thrust making you see stars. “Say it,” Seonghwa snapped suddenly. “Say you’re mine.”

You opened your mouth to reply but only moans came out. “Say it!”

“I-I’m -hng! I’m y-yours,” you moaned. “Ah, fuck!”

Seonghwa grabbed the back of your shirt, pulling you up. “Take this off,” he ordered. You moved as quickly as you could, his hips never faltering as your fingers worked to unbutton your top.

As soon as the buttons were undone, Seonghwa pulled the fabric back, tugging it down your back before sinking his teeth into the same spot he’d bitten into before. You let out a moan, walls fluttering around his cock as your head fell back onto his shoulder as you felt him feeding from the wound on your neck.

“Fuck,” you groaned. “M’gonna cum.”

Seonghwa’s hips stilled, mouth detaching from your neck. “What’re you doing?” you whined as he pulled from your warmth before turning you around and pushing you on the desk. “Lay back,” he ordered, shrugging his jacket off and moving to undo his shirt. You did as he said, watching him undo his shirt and shrug that off as well.

You took in his appearance; his messy black hair, glowing golden eyes, lips stained with your blood and some that dripped down his chin and onto his exposed collar. Your eyes traveled lower, taking in his toned body and honeyed skin tone.

Before you could get an eyeful of his wet cock, he was pushing back into you, hooking his forearms under your knees. You moaned as he slid his entire length into your pussy. “Look at me,” he demanded.

You looked up, meeting his gaze, your walls clenching around him.

“That’s it, Kitten,” he said as he started thrusting slowly. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, thrusts growing in speed.

“Come here,” he said as he reached to grab the back of your neck, pulling you up. “Have you ever tasted your own blood?” he asked softly to which you shook your head, eyes glancing down to where his cock disappeared into your cunt.

“Eyes up here, Kitten,” he snapped. You looked up, meeting his gaze. “Tilt your head for me,” he instructed. You did as he asked, moaning as he sank his teeth into your skin again, taking another drawn out mouthful of blood.

Pulling back you watched as he swallowed but pulled you forward, taking you in a searing kiss, his tongue entering your mouth. You tasted nothing but metal. Letting out a moan, your walls clenched around his cock again, your thighs starting to tremble.

“Fuck, fuck, Seonghwa,” you whimpered. “I-I… m'gonna- ah!- gonna c-cum,” you stuttered. Seonghwa lowered you back to laying on the desk. “Then let go and cum for me, kitten,” he ordered, pushing your thighs back and driving his cock further into your cunt. “Don’t talk, don’t think, just cum.”

The merciless pace at which he pounded into you had you cumming in a matter of seconds, crying out in pleasure as your walls fluttered around him. “I need you to do something for me,” he said breathlessly as he slowly fucked you through your orgasm.

“W-what?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I need you to feed from me.”

Your eyes opened, meeting his gaze instantly. “F-feed from you?” Seonghwa nodded. “Yes,” he answered. You hesitated, looking up at him, wondering just what was going on inside that head.

“But won’t that make me a vampire?”

Seonghwa chuckled at your question. “That’s not how vampires are actually created, Kitten,” he replied. “You have to make a deal with a demon to become a vampire.�� Your cheeks burned. His hips hadn’t stopped once since he asked.

“If you don’t want me to drag this out and trust me, I could fuck you for days, I need you to do this. It’ll make me finish faster,” he explained. As much as you wouldn’t mind having him fuck you for hours on end, you knew you were running out of time. You needed that key and to get out.

“O-okay,” you replied finally.

You pushed yourself up as Seonghwa used the pointed claw ring he wore on the tip of his thumb to pierce the skin of his wrist. “Don’t think about it,” he said softly, offering you his wrist. Taking a deep breath, you took his wrist, parting your lips and biting onto his skin.

The taste was just like it had been when you kissed him earlier. It tasted of metal only much stronger. Seonghwa let out a groan, keeping a firm hold on your hips with his free hand as he slammed into you.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “That’s it,” he urged. “M’gonna cum,” he warned. “Gonna fill you up and make you mine.”

You moaned, letting go of his wrist. “C’mere,” you heard him snap. He took the back of your neck, pulling you into another messy kiss as his hips stuttered before you felt his cock twitch, releasing inside you and fucking his load into you further until he couldn’t anymore.

Finally coming to a halt, Seonghwa groaned against your lips. “Fuck,” he hissed. “I’m tempted to take you again,” he murmured, pressing light kisses against your lips. “Make you mine fully.” You whimpered against his lips as he gave you a shallow thrust. “I could go again,” he noted. “Please,” you whined. “Another round?”

The aphrodisiac hadn’t worn off just yet and if that was the kind of sex you got with Seonghwa, you couldn’t turn down another round. You felt his fingers close around your throat.

“Such an insatiable kitten,” he muttered. “I give you some and you want more?”

You nodded, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He leaned in, kissing you once, twice, three times before smiling. “That’s okay,” he replied.

“I’m insatiable, too.”

Seonghwa made sure you were fully satisfied before he finally handed over his key. “I’d get up,” he said, lying on the floor next to the desk where you’d taken over in the end and rode him until you both came. “But I’m drained.”

You snorted as you dressed, pulling up your shorts and buttoning your shirt. “Pardon the pun,” Seonghwa added with a dazed grin. “You go, enjoy your freedom and the treasure if you can find it,” he added with a wave of his hand.

You walked over to the door to the restricted section and looked at his key before inserting it into the keyhole and turning it.

The mechanism inside the door clicked and the door slowly creaked open. You glanced back to find Seonghwa had already gotten up and was dressing. He looked up as you stood at the doorway. “It’s been a pleasure,” he said with a grin.

“Come back and see me if you’re bored,” he added with a smirk.

You turned back to the door after rolling your eyes and stepped past the frame, allowing the door to swing shut behind you, leaving you in darkness. You pulled your flashlight out, glad to have grabbed your pack on your way to the door.

Shining the light around, you noticed how there were rows upon rows of bookshelves. You walked down the path ahead of you, noticing a dim light in the distance. ‘Is that the way out?’

You picked up the pace, hurrying towards the light but froze in your tracks when you heard a thud echoing around the room. You turned your head, following your line of sight with your flashlight. There was a book lying on the ground.

Glancing at the light, you turned to the book, stepping into the aisle and picking it up. You read the words before you, your eyes widening as you read.

‘Y/N moaned, walls clenching around Yunho’s cock and pulling a grunt from him as well. “F-feels so good,” she whimpered, chest still resting against the floor. She tried to push herself up but Yunho let out another snarl, pushing her chest to the wood again. “Down,” he growled. “Stay down.”’

You threw the book to the floor and backed away from it. ‘What the hell? That’s impossible! How the hell was that in a book?’ There’s no way it was a coincidence. Decided to return to the center aisle, you were more determined to get out of this place.

A few more steps and another book fell, this time, landing at your feet. You glanced up, shining the light from one side to the other but saw nothing except the empty aisles. You knelt down, picking up the book slowly, reading the text on the page before you.

‘Without another word, Wooyoung pulled Y/N’s hips back, pushing his cock past her folds and driving it deep into her wet pussy. She let out an involuntary moan as he bottomed out, cock stretching her walls as they fluttered around him. “Oh,” he murmured. “You’re much tighter than I expected.” Y/N let out a moan as he gave her a measured thrust, pushing and pulling her hips back, her ass meeting his own hips.’

You hurled the book away with a gasp, watching it land in one of the aisles. “This is not possible,” you whispered, heart starting to race. Your stomach churned, a sour feeling creeping up your throat before you turned to continue down the center aisle toward the light.

As you continued, trying to focus on escaping, you stepped on something and glanced down to see yet another book, this time lying open under your foot. ‘Not again…’

You picked it up, eyes scanning the text yet again.

‘San let out a deep moan, removing his thumb and grabbing Y/N’s skirt with one hand while the other grabbed her shoulder, pushing her chest against the hardwood of the table. “Be a good kitty,” San growled, hips smacking her ass with each thrust, whimpers leaving Y/N’s lips. “And stay down for me.”’

Your eyes burned, the corners filling with unshed tears. “How is this even possible?” you whispered, dropping the book with a dull thud and stepping over it. You only went another few steps before another book appeared in your line sight.

Blinking away the tears, you picked it up, knowing full well what it was going to say but it still took your ability to breathe away.

‘Y/N moaned as three of Jongho’s fingers plunged into her aching cunt, the stinging was quickly replaced with a burning desire. He didn’t let her adjust to the intrusion, instead moving his fingers in and out of her rapidly, trying to stretch her enough to take his cock.’

Teardrops fell onto the page as you held back a sob. “What is this?” you whimpered, fear flooding your senses. You let the book fall to the floor before picking up another one.

‘Yeosang chuckled in her ear. “Faster? You’re so impatient,” he mumbled, lips brushing against the lobe of Y/N’s ear. “You want me to draw this out or stop?” Her eyes snapped open. “No, don’t stop!” she protested. Yeosang smirked at her reaction. “Then don’t rush me, Y/N.”’

You blinked, more tears streaming down your face as you continued, picking up another book and reading a passage from what seemed to be your own stories.

‘Without another word, Mingi did just that, his scaly skin hitting Y/N’s soft flesh with each snap of his hips, the end of his tail squeezing her body just enough to keep her firmly in place but not enough to hurt. “Oh fuuuuuuck,” she moaned as her walls squeezed around the naga’s cocks.’

You set the book down, moving to grab the next one, an involuntary sob leaving your lips.

‘The vampire’s pace didn’t falter, ramming into Y/N from behind as he moved on hand to her back, keeping her pushed against the wood of the desk. “You’re mine,” she heard him grunt. “Only mine.” Y/N moaned loudly, each thrust making her see stars. “Say it,” Seonghwa snapped suddenly. “Say you’re mine.”’

‘How is this possible? This just happened!’

You let the book slip from your hands as you looked up towards the dim light, pointing at a small stand with a large bound book resting upon it. Standing up slowly, you glanced around the room before cautiously walking over to it.

The book cover was in a language you couldn’t read. You reached a hand out to touch the cover which was so old it looked like it might crumble.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a voice said, making you jump and look around, shining your flashlight around. You saw nothing until you turned to face the way you’d come from and saw a figure standing there. Your light fell to the figure’s feet displaying heavy black boots. As you raised the light slowly, more came into view.

Tight black leather pants, a black coat with tails, opened in the center, exposing the toned torso of a man. You continued to raise the light until you stopped on his face. He was extremely handsome, with a pointed nose, plush lips, almond shaped eyes with red irises.

His hair was light brown, almost caramel, longer in the back. Protruding from his forehead near his hairline were two, black horns, curving up and back over his head, almost like a goat.

Your eyes widened as you looked over him once more. He gave you a cheeky grin, stepping forward until he entered the circle of light, allowing you to see him fully.

“Aren’t you a pretty one,” he said with a chuckle. He raised a hand, allowing you to see the pointed black nails on the tips of ring clad fingers before he ran his fingers through his choppy hair.

“Perhaps even prettier than the others,” he added. You glanced around the room quickly. ‘The others? What is he talking about?’ you wondered.

“Who are you?” you whispered as he stepped closer. He tilted his head, giving you another cheeky grin. “Where are my manners?”

He did a little skip to the side and gave you a little bow. “I am Hongjoong,” he answered, looking up from his bowed position. “This is my Library.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Your library? But I thought Seonghwa—”

Hongjoong stood up straight, the smile gone from his face. “Seonghwa?” He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Seonghwa simply works for me,” he replied.

“This is my Library. This is where I live.”

You looked around again. “You live here?” Hongjoong nodded, another mischievous grin spreading across his face, showing you pointed teeth like Seonghwa. ‘Another vampire?’

“I’m not a vampire,” Hongjoong said suddenly, making you gasp and cover your mouth. “C-can you read my mind?” you asked softly. Hongjoong swayed from side to side, smiling at you. “Of course I can,” he answered.

“Because you’re a vampire?”

Hongjoong shook his head. “I’m no vampire,” he replied.

“I’m much more than that,” he added with a wink.

“Then what are you?” you asked as Hongjoong cleared his throat.

“Allow me to introduce myself properly,” he said, closing the distance in a flash, taking your hand and bringing it up to kiss the back of it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/F/N Y/L/N. I am Hongjoong, the demon and this is my Library of Illusions.”

Your eyes widened. ‘A demon?’

You let out a squeak of surprise as he reached behind you, placing his hand on your back and pulling you flush against his body.

“Welcome to my home.”

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[E] Port Mafia, Armed Detective Agency non-requested! pm execs n ada x reader — children mention ﾉ f!reader, fluff and smut, song. in depth descriptions, use of 'yuu,' p in v, making love, praise, slight nipple play + lactation, missionary: fukuzawa. use of 'rintatoru,' not listening to doctors orders, mention of labor, cunnilingus, breeding kink, lactation, praise: mori. fingering, use of 'tetsuo,' soft sex, p in v, whimpery male, missionary, overstimulation, teasing: kunikida. teasing, doggy, p in v, choking, he says "shut up," creampie: chuuya. teasing, fingering, slight dumbification, spooning: dazai. reader is called a bitch, doggy-ish, over a counter, bondage using his gift, p in v: akutagawa. about the artist! havin' technical difficulties, so formatting and headers r gonna look different for a couple of weeks. gunna post dis rn n do atsushi n hirotsu tmmr

FUKUZAWA, KUNIKIDA, DAZAI, 'N ATSUSHI !

YUKICHI FUKUZAWA never openly accepted the idea of having children, though he never rejected it either. Perhaps seeing you be so motherly and caring towards Ranpo and Yosano had sparked a bit of feeling inside of him. That's exactly how you ended up with two children, scratch that—three children running around your home because Ranpo had joined in. When Fukuzawa walked through the door of his home, he definitely wasn't expecting this. Though the sweet sound of your laughter brought a smile to his face, along with how you carefully tended to your hyper active children. "Oh? Papa's home! Go bother him," you whisper to the twins, one boy, one girl. "You might as well go too, Ranpo." You chuckle and ruffle the boy's hair as a faint blush appears on his cheeks. He listens to you; although, his approach to your husband was a lot calmer than the 6-year-olds attacking his legs. Fukuzawa notices the soft look in your eyes when he pats Ranpo on the head, picking up his little girl who blows a raspberry at his little boy. It's not too long until it's bedtime. The kids must've gotten their rough and hard sleeping from you as they're knocked out 3 minutes after you both tuck them in. Ranpo says goodbye, looking at Fukuzawa strangely before leaving. The second your husband closes the door his hand rests on your waist, "We should have another." Slightly taken aback, you question his words to be met with a kiss. "I know I'm getting old, but let's try for another, yes? I miss your stomach and seeing you play with them...I just- I want to put another inside of you." You chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Yes, yes, just bring me to bed." 0:34 ─●──────── -4:35 Your whimpers and moans are music to his ears. He feels your delicate hands ghost along the many scars implanted into his skin. Amazement always filled you when you felt and saw no scar on his back, he was a true swordsman in the eyes of many. But he simply loses that title with you the second your nails cast temporary wounds onto his skin. Bumps and redend skin follow the path of your nails with every deep thrust into your cunt. His mouth his pressed to yours, tongues entangled in a dance to (unfortunately) keep those lovely sounds of yours from your children's ears. "Yuu, Yuu!" you sigh his name, chest lifted in the air with each thrust. "Shh, shh, you're doing so well for me, darling. Just a little longer," he coos, lips latching onto your breasts, as if he didn't speak those words rounds ago. "I c-can't! No more," you whine with glossy eyes. Fukuzawa detaches from your nipple, snapping his hips to your. "I promise, it'll be all over. Just one more time. Let me fill you one more time," he whispers soothingly, pressing his lips to the tears that slip. Your heels dig into his lower as he peppers your face in kisses. You've never felt more love than now when he touches you so gently, lips, hips, and fingertips. "Oh, that's it. That's it darling, I can feel you," he whispers into your neck with his calloused hand pressed to your tummy. You nod feverishly, whimpers escaping your parted lips. "Come with me?" Fukuzawa whispers, speeding his hips up a bit, "Cum with me." There's a slight growl in his voice that you notice, one that sends you over the edge, clamping harshly around his cock. "Thatsitthatsitthatsit! Oh, good girl," he whispers, dumping yet another load inside of you. There are chuckles and rough breathing in the air as you both come down. "Lay down, let me clean you up."

DOPPO KUNIKIDA is not bold, he's blunt. It was funny how long it took him to talk to you. It was obvious that he was falling and falling hard for you, hell, you found solace in his idealist ways. You laughed and agreed with most of the things inside his notebook. When Dazai showed you Kunikida's notebook, you couldn't help but chuckle at how...extreme the 58 requirements fit a spouse were, but also at how you fit every single one. Hence, it wasn't a surprise when you started dating, or when he got down on one knee, or when two little boys are chasing their younger sister around. The oldest is 7, the middle being 6, and the baby girl being 5. The door clicks and the children instantly stop. "Daddy!" your little girl shouts, (surprisingly) dodging her brothers like a pro to reach the door. The second it opens three children attack Kunikida's legs making him fall over. A gleeful chuckle leaves your lips at the sight, and it was like music to his ears. He struggles to get up trying to pry the children off of him to no avail. "Boys! Baby girl, come here!" you kneel, outstretching your arms to be met with your children. Kunikida couldn't help but smile at the sight, watching as you easily usher them to the bathroom for the bedtime routine Kunikida carefully crafted. "Welcome home, dear!" he hears you shout. He couldn't help but blush at how well you handled them, organizing the rowdy children. "Your an excellent mother, my love. You could've let me help," he whispers when you close the door to their shared bedroom. "It's alright, dear. You do enough," you press a loving kiss to his lips. "You know... because you're such a good mother, why don't we try for another one?" he hesitantly whispers looking at the wall. A soft chuckle leaves your lips, "I thought that was against the ideals in your notebook." He hears the tease in your voice. He sighs with a smile, "It can change." 0:34 ─●──────── -4:35

"A-Ah! Tet-Tetsuo!" You whine his name, thighs trembling around his forearm. His fingers curl into just the right spot, having your cunt spasm in his fingers, coating it in another layer of cum. "Fuck," you sigh, sniffing in overstimulation. "Shh, darling. Breathe," he coos, with a kiss to your lips. His fingers slip from your heat, tips to his lips before he cleans his hand of your cum. Your eyes travel to the red tip peeking from his black boxers. Pre-cum beads at the head, rolling down to stain the fabric. "Need it," you whisper, lips locked onto yours. "Need it." Kunikida shushes you with another kiss, sliding down his boxers carefully. "I'm giving it to you," he whispers, lining his tip to your entrance. Kunikida near whimpers when he slides in to the hilt. Your pussy gripping him like a vice. You could swear he almost came from it. "Ah, you feel so good, my love." Your fingers grip onto the flesh of his biceps, taking his slow yet deep thrusts like always. An uncharacteristic whine leaves Kunikida's lips when your heels dig into his back, pushing him deeper into you. "Oh, fuck—" you curse, "Come on baby, you have more stamina than that." You feel him shudder above you, fingers tangled in his hair. "Come on baby, come on," you coo, desperation filling your voice the more you speak. "I am, I am," he whisper, letting out a shaky moan. Kunikida's hips speed up, his breaths coming out in sighs and huffs. "Another. Are you alright with another?" Kunikida whimpers. You feverishly nod, "Mhmmhmmhm!" Kunikida hisses as he cums, teeth gritted in pleasure when you yank his hair. Rough pants are heard you both come down from your highs. "Really want that baby huh?" You tease Kunikida. He smiles kissing your cheek. "We'll have to try a couple more times, my love."

OSAMU DAZAI shouldn't have kids. He of all people having kids? Plural? It's a recipe for disaster isn't it? Yet, he's somehow seduced a beautiful woman like you (much to Kunikida's surprise) who accepted him, and even gave birth. Dazai was never one for showing weakness, even the possibilty of it was enough for him to abstain from...activities (without protection at least). You stand in the kitchen, cooking dinner as your three children run around the house. Dazai, and your two boys throwing toy balls and invisible bullets at one another. With a sigh you bang a metal spoon into a pot. "Come on, soilders! Time to eat!" Dazai smiles, clapping. "Go sit down! Mama mad us dinner," he smirks, chasing them to the table. "What's for dinner?" Dazai smiles, sitting down at the table. "Your favorite! Canned beans," you set down the can in front of him, he bites his lip, looking up at you. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding," you set down the day's dinner, smiling at eager the kids are to eat. After dinner, the kids rush to their rooms for their bedtime routine as you clean. You feel Dazai's hands glide along your waist. "Your touchy today, what do you want?" Dazai frowns in fake offense, "Ah~ I'm appalled you think something as simple as touching you means—" You glare at him, making him stop his sentence. "Dazai?" He sighs, rolling his eyes, "Okay fine, your—" Then the kids yell from their room for you to come tuck them in. "We'll talk about it," you whisper. "Sure! Talk..." 0:34 ─●──────── -4:35 Dazai inhales, smelling the scent of the soap you use. "Mm, you smell so good!" he whispers into your neck. Your bare back is to his chest as you lay down in your shared bed. Your leg is lifted as his lithe fingers explore the insides of you, slick coating his hand. A whine in ripped from your lips as his fingers curl inside of you. He chuckles when your hips jolt, "You alright? Can't handle it?" You huff at his teasing, "I want more. You know that, please." Dazai kisses the back of your neck. "Come on, beg. You know how to do it," he whispers. "Baby, please. Please, I need your cock," you plead in a whisper, eyes glossy as his fingers remain filling you. "Please?" You hear him hum, then the sound of a zipper follows. You feel his mushroom tip rub between your folds. "Osamu Dazai, stop playing with me," you curse, only to moan when Dazai's hips buck up against you. "Oh! Fuck—!" Dazai pats your thigh, "Quiet. Don't wanna wake up the kids, do you?" A whimper leaves your lips as Dazai's arms wrap around your waist, hips smacking your ass. You feel your stomach tightening, hips stuttering at Dazai's thrusts. One of his hands moves up to play with your nipples, driving you closer to an orgasm. A light whimper leaves your lips as your thighs quiver, forced open by your lover's hand. "Baby, I—Oh shit," you curse, eyes crossed and lashes fluttering. You cum hard on his cock, rolling over on your stomach. Dazai smiles at the shaking of your body, your eyes unfocused and clouded with lust. He lifts your hips with smack to the sore flesh of your ass. "Come on girl, we're not finished."

ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA

MORI, CHUUYA, AKUTAGAWA, 'N HIROTSU !

OUGAI MORI isn't—wasn't, exactly suited for the role of father. An underground doctor like him with such skills and ideals aren't meant for the eyes and ears of children. Nor is a mafia boss willing to do any and everything. And yet, when he saw you coming to him for help, he couldn't help but think of the future. And when he touched you so delicately, you couldn't help but think of the future. It was a surprise, a good one, but a surprise nonetheless. His hand touched your swollen belly, rubbing it softly as he whispers to your baby. He'd never admit it, though he was extremely excited for the child you call your son to be born. And the day you went into labor was a hectic one, he was hesitant about allowing the knowledge of you to even his trusted subordinates, but he did. You rested in the room hidden behind his office, suffering through labor as an ungodly amount of security was put around the 'Mori Corporation' building. Then there was a cry, and then he smiled. Your son was only 3 weeks now. Handling a newborn was certainly a hassle, but handling your husband was much harder. His eyes never left the pudge you have, nor your breasts when it was time to feed your child. "Six weeks, Rintarou. It's been three and a half," you huff at his fake pout while he soothingly rubs your sides. "Aw, come now, dearest. You're perfectly fine! Just—Just the tip?" he pouts, earning a glare from you. "You look too good!" And then there was an insane amount of skepticism on your part. "I look "too good"? Your baby has made my body...this. I'm in sweatpants, Rintarou," you speak bluntly. The look of disbelief and offense on your husband's face surprised you. "Oh no, that's not going to work. It seems I'll have to convince you to take that thought back. May I? Dearest." 0:34 ─●──────── -4:35 "A-Ah! Rin-Rintar—mmph!" Your fingers are tangled in his jet black hair, nails raking against his scalp, his lips mouthing at your pussy. "We're supposed to wait!" You whine, thighs tightening around his head. Mori is fully aware its typical for women to wait 6 weeks before engaging in intercourse, but unfortunately, he couldn't wait. You look gorgeous, and he hates that you believe otherwise. His lips kiss your tummy, teeth nipping at the skin. His gloved hands knead your plush skin. Mori's tongue dips between your folds, lapping up the slick your cunt can't help but produce, that nose you love so much bumping against your clit. He lifts his head from in between your legs, grinning down at you. His lips press a kiss to your wrist; a satisfied sigh leaves his lips when your fingers carefully tug the hair tie from his hair. "Do me a favor?" His left hand cups your cheek, his thumb ghosting along your lip before your teeth hook onto the glove, tugging it from his skin. "Thank you." Mori's lips roam around your body as if inspecting it for the first time. His right hand trails down to your vulva, teasing the wet folds. Every kiss, every squeeze, every touch, he whispers praise. "So beautiful," he whispers, lining his cock to you; he rolls his hips into you, his cock sliding into you.

Those violet eyes roam your trembling form, locking on your breasts. His hands cup the mounds of flesh, squeezing them gently; the look on his face suggests he's relishing in your reactions. Mori leans down, his lips encasing your hard bud, running his tongue along it carefully. "Ah! Rin, your gonna—!" A whine leaves your throat when he sucks on your nipple, the familiar feeling of milk being pulled from you. The cream colored liquid streams from you into his lips and onto his large hand. He hums at the taste, his eyelashes flutter closed. The way you whine and clench around him almost made him cum right there. Perhaps that altered his brain. Possibly having two mini you's running around isn't so bad. His eyes are clouded with an animalistic lust, hips rutting into you in desperation. "Oh, we have to make another one."

CHUUYA NAKAHARA didn't think he'd even remotely get to the 'settle down' phase. He definitely didn't think there'd be a mini ginger giggling in his arms while he attempts to grab his hat. "If he gets your height, I'm crying," you'd tease, earning a glare from him. A chuckle leaves your lips at his expression, though your voice soon quiets as you watch Chuuya admire his son. Hands carefully touching his cheeks, ghosting over his light eyelashes, and comparing hands. The baby giggles, looking up at his father with wide and curious eyes. "Don't grow up too fast on me, little sheep." His voice is a whisper as he playful puts a fist to the baby's chin, "Or I'll beat you up." With a smile, you walk up and kiss Chuuya's cheek, then your son's forehead. "No fighting boys." Chuuya shrugs, "We're not fighting, mommy. Are we?" he looks down at the laughing baby. "He says no." Chuuya walks after you carrying the 5-month-old in his arms. "Speaking of fighting, momma. I think we should try...I don't know...a little fighting in bed?" You chuckle and turn around, opening the door to the nursery. "Really?" You smirk. Chuuya shrugs, "We haven't done it in a while. Y'know, we could try while the cockblocker is asleep." A hum leaves your lips as you easily slip the baby from Chuuya's grasp, laying him down to get ready for nap. "Mm, if you ask nicely," you whisper, patting the baby's back. Chuuya sighs, "Please." 0:34 ─●──────── -4:35 "Shit—" Chuuya curses, face buried in your neck. His hands are beneath him, rubbing along the sides of your arched back. His hips snap into your ass. A breathy moan leaves your lips, "Tryna fill me up, huh?" Chuuya laughs into your skin. "Gotta make my baby's mama feel good. I'm not the only one who's—fuck!" Chuuya's hips stutter, balls tightening when to clamp around him. "Come on, pm executive. You gotta have more stamina than that," you tease, fingers entangling in his messy and long hair. You hear a 'tch' come from your lover before his hips speed up, thrusts harder and faster as you yelp in surprise. "Oh? That surprised you didn't it?" Chuuya laughs, pressing sloppy kisses to the back and sides of your neck, "Trust me. Your gonna learn what it's like to deal with a Port Mafia executive." You let out a breathy moan, attempting to keep up the teasing, "Yeah we'll see shortly," you chuckle, "Get it? Cuz your a shorty and we're cumming—" You feel a hand wrap around your neck, interrupting your words. "Shut up," he whispers, lifting you up to his chest, enjoying the choked moans leaving your plump lips. He turns your head, lips connecting to yours. He sighs as your eyelids flutter closed, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. "Chuu—Chuuya," you whisper into his lips, cumming hard when his hand presses down on your lower stomach. As you squeeze around him, trying to milk his cock for all its worth, he cums, thrusts slowing until he lets you fall into the pillows. His softened cock slips from you, though he can feel arousal pooling as he watching his cum ooze from your pussy. He leans down, lips on the shell of your ear. "Ready to take this "shorty" again?"

RYŪNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA hadn't expected for you to get pregnant. Hell, he didn't think he'd have a girlfriend, much less sex. Gin teased him about his shocked reaction when he found out. Nevertheless, he's a nervous father. He didn't even pick up the baby for the first day until you forced him to. He's bold, but somehow he got timid once his little girl was born. Well, when she was first born. Now that she's one, he's gotten a whole lot bolder. "Mama, look!" Your little girl runs around, burning this energy from an unidentifiable source. Neither you, nor Akutagawa have this much energy. Perhaps it was just because she was a child, but it's exhausting nonetheless. "I'm looking!" You shout, 100% not looking, though you feel as if she's about to her herself using your "Mommy Instincts," Akutagawa calls it. "Babe," you call, seconds later you hear his voice groan "Rashomon!" in slight annoyance. When you look over, your daughter has a black strip wrapped around her middle, the little seconds away from running into the TV stand. "Thank you," you whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Akutagawa sighs, setting your daughter down to play. You get up, cleaning the kitchen so not to build up mess when cooking dinner later. Then two arms wrap around your waist the "scary gangster" of a baby daddy you have resting behind you. One of his hands dips under your pant line. "Ryu," you whisper, "The kid." You hear him hum. "Said kid is knocked out on the floor," he whispers back, kissing your neck. "Doesn't mean she can't wake up soon." Akutagawa huffs, "She's a cockblocker, one who's asleep. And who's also, a hard sleeper." You turn, glaring at the man. "Are you serious?" 0:49 ─●──────── -3:50 "Bitch, bend over," he curses, pushes your front down on the counter. "Let me bend over, damn!" You whisper-shout, "And you call me a bitch again, I'm stabbing you with that kitchen knife." Akutagawa grunts, mumbling a 'whatever' and he pulls down your pants, letting them pool at your ankles. You feel his tip push into you and whine. Before you can cover your mouth, Akutagawa goes it for you, rasping "Rashomon," before strips of black wrap around your mouth and hands. Your eyes water from the situation, though you don't ask him to stop or slow down. He buried himself to the the hilt, hisses at how you clench around him. A muffled moan leaves your lips. "What was that about this being a crazy idea?" he whispers with cold lips pressed to the shell of your ear. Akutagawa grunts, eyes trained on the sleeping toddler in your living room. His hips smack against your ass, his length reaching all of the right spots. "Ryu!" You whine although it's muffled. "Ryu!" he almost laughs at the desperation you have in your voice. "Ah~" he whispers, lithe fingers digging into your sides. He begins to curse in your ear, hips speeding up as your toddler shifts on the floor. Your feet flex, knees buckling in pleasure. "Fuck—" he curses, biting into your shoulder as he cums. The bite sends arousal through you, drool pooling out of the corner of your lips, your cum coating his cock. Your little girl sniffs, getting up off of the floor as Rashomon quickly disappears. "Mommy?" She looks at the two of you with confusion. "Just lay down baby, gimme a second."

RYŪRŌ HIROTSU

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Marguerite Georges call out post ♡

I've been seeing a lot of fans of the Agrippina opera on my dash and it disappoints me that you still will support such an awful and vile woman. Georges is known to br the opposite of a "girls girl". She conflicts with all but herself. Not to mention her VARIOUS affairs with the tsar of Russia AND Napoleon, AND her lies of sleeping with the Duke of Wellington. For shame. Go unfolllow. Agrippina fans DNI.

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saying i should be cancelled for not being a "girls girl" then slut shaming me is crazy tbh

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SHE DEACTIVATED 😭😭

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LETS GO SLUTS

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Sometimes I feel like my husband doesnt love me... He writes to me like I was a nun, not a wife!

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Lol look what he writes me

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New header!

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YOU THIBK UR SO GREAT CUZ YOU HABE BAOATS

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Dude... respect the DNI

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JHSJSJS DONE WITH A NEW PIECE

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hey guys. Why did alexander like and unlike this

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so my dad just got killed um

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fml im gonna run away and become a potato farmer

DO NOT REBLOG

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i miss my grandma

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God doesnt hear me when i pray

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every hoe on my dick

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DO NOT FUCKIGN INTERACT RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!

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WHO THE FUCK RESTORED THE BOURBON MONARCHY I TOLD YOU TTO CROWN NAPOLEON'S SON OHMYGOD

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im sick lol

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Hello, this is Nicholas, please ignore the posts before this, that was my brother, hes dead.

#napoleonic shitpost #napoleonic era #napoleonic wars #napoleon bonaparte #alexander i of russia

[lexosaurus]

Lexx pray tell what is Phantom Phight Club?

OHOHOHO

I'm so glad you came to me. Let me take you on a little story of our Phandom History.

So the tl;dr is that it's a Danny Phantom shitposting tournament. There are 64 entrants who go head to head over 6 rounds. It's a stereotypical tournament style, so head to head rounds until there is just one final Phight Club Champion.

The history of this epic tournament is that in 2018, @ectopusses and @raycr0ak (formally rayhoosier) challenged me to an epic phight behind the Denny's. We trash talked for a while before @dannyphandump (aka Tali) started a Betting Booth on me vs ectopusses, which was then coined as an official phight.

After the idea gained popularity, Tali made a post to see if people wanted to set up a genuine, Hunger Games style shitpost tournament. @catalystofthesoul then set up how the tournament would work, and Tali and Vic (@babypop-phantom) then worked to bring it all together for January 2019.

2019 came with the FIRST Phight Club. @reallydumbdannyphantomaus won, @heyheyitsstillgay came in second, and I came in third.

Here are some amazing examples of the hilarity to come out of this event.

An incredible Danny outfit change by @heyheyitsstillgay

A Conlang Ghost Speak I made in one day

Danny reveals himself via snapchat by @punkhalfghosts

Danny cooks an egg by @reallydumbdannyphantomaus

2020 came next, and it was another slam dunk year. @ecto-american won, @auroraphantasma came in second, and @grimgrinningghoul came in third.

2020 also had some fantastic content:

A Clockwork Animation by @auroraphantasma

This Fenton Washer/Dryer Infomercial by @half-dead-half-wit

The time Danny convinced everyone he was being kinned by @grimgrinningghoul

When Vlad revealed himself by becoming Butch Hartman by @lumanae

So then 2021 came, and unfortunately both Tali and Vic needed a break. The events were always massive and involved essentially two full months of festivities, including art making, ghostsonas, oneshots showcasing epic battles, fake jobs and fake workdays, and more. Then 2022 came and went with no phight club even mentioned.

At this point, many of us just assumed that Phight Club was a thing of the past. A fun little thing we participated in for a few years that had stayed in that era of the phandom along with the famous Apocalypses and other meme-y events.

Well that was, until Last Night where Vic mysteriously posted this ominous flickering Denny's sign, the first peep this blog has had in the past few years.

Then shortly after, they changed their header to say this.

So is a Phight Club 2023 in the works?

Are we going to get an epic reunion?

Well, let's find out.

#danny phantom #phandom phight club #dp history #remind me to update the calendar tomorrow #im going to bed lol #thank u tali for all the cited links #literally would have spent hours digging that up if not for u #phandom history #quality content

[its--fandom--darling]

little bean - em x fem!reader

This is my submission to @oneforthemunny​‘s summertime writing game. I chose to do a wildcard 🃏 submission for cowboy eddie and sweet girl. I hope I did them justice and that everyone enjoys this sweet little story about dad!cowboy!eddie as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

Pairing: Dad!Cowboy!Eddie Munson x Sweet Girl!Reader

@oneforthemunny​ @munsonology

Warnings: talk of pregnancy, reader being called little mama, afab reader, brief mention of car accident. please let me know if I’ve missed anything and I’ll update my list. (This isn’t edited. hopefully it’s all good. Enjoy!)

A/N: this is heavily inspired by personal experience with one of those ride and spring ponies that my sister and i had growing up. all header pictures are from pinterest, credit to the og owners of the photos. graphics by @firefly-graphics​

“Can you please uncover my eyes now?” you plead with your fiance as he guides you outside to see his latest surprise. You and Eddie had never really talked about having kids, always considering the many farm animals that you’d convinced him to adopt over the years as your pseudo-children. So when you’d found out that you were pregnant after a fender-bender, you and Eddie had the realization that you both wanted this little bean to be a part of your life. 

This brings you to now, 6 months into your pregnancy. The morning sickness had wrecked you for a while and your cravings had been intense and random. Pickles and peanut butter, sardines and fiddleheads, copious amounts of cheese doodles. But Eddie had taken everything in stride, making the 20 plus minute drive into town to hit the only 24 hour mini mart in the area whenever the urge for a midnight milkshake struck you. He’d truly been a saint, he’d always been good to you, treated you like a princess, but seeing you round with his child had unleashed another side of him, one that was incredibly tender. Without hesitation the two of you had decided to be surprised when the baby came, knowing that no matter what you had, it wouldn’t change the fact that you two were going to spoil, cherish and raise your little bean to be a kind person.  

“Just be patient for a second more, little mama. I don’t wanna spoil the surprise just yet,” he murmured, a grin evident in his voice. 

You huffed in fake annoyance, crossing your arms after the screen door, thwapped shut behind the two of you. 

“Alright, ready?” 

“Yes, Eds! The suspense is killing me!” you squeak, bringing your hands up to grab at your man’s calloused hands where they rested over your eyes. 

He chuckles as he lets his hands be pulled from your eyes. You blink a few times to adjust your vision before taking in his latest surprise. In your silence, your feel him lace his fingers with yours as you feel the familiar burn of tears in your eyes. 

“I know little bean won’t be able to use it for a while after they’ve made their grand entrance, but it was the last one in the store and sweet girl, I just couldn’t resist.”

You turn and kiss him softly. “It’s perfect, I love it.”

Sitting on the front porch is a ride and spring horse, almost identical to the one that you’d described to Eddie. You’d been telling him how, despite being a city girl, had spent many of your earliest summers of childhood at your grandparents. They lived in the countryside in a big white farmhouse style house.  Your grandfather was always a fan of black and white westerns, so you’d watched more than your fair share while your granny took her afternoon nap. You’d expressed to Eddie that those were some of your favorite childhood memories, especially when you’d arrived one day to find a beautiful chestnut colored ride and spring pony on your grandparents front lawn. The image of his sweet girl as child with little pigtails and her grandfather’s cowboy hat slipping down over her eyes as she bounced away the afternoon on that horse had made his heart clench. 

“Really? It isn’t too much? I know that I’ve been spoiling little bean and they ain’t even arrived yet but…”

You cut him off with a sweet kiss, cupping the back of his neck with your free hand and pouring your love and appreciation into the kiss. “It’s perfect,” you repeat as your lips part and he breaks into a grin as you bump your nose against his affectionately. “Thank you, for the horse and for taking care of me and bean. Thank you for listening to me and remembering those little details I shared with you.”

He grins wider, eyes crinkling with it. “It’s my pleasure, sweet girl. You two are my whole world.”

You grin at him, “You forgot about Medusa, can’t have her feeling left out now.” 

He chuckles and rolls his eyes at you, “Well, you’re right about that, sweet girl.”

You kiss him again. “Always am, aren’t I?”

He rolls his eyes, “I’ll give you most of the time, little mama.”

You smirk up at him, “I’ll take it. Now come on and show me what else you got.”

He furrows his brow at you, “What are you talking about?”

“I just know you didn’t leave the store with just that toy, lay it on me, what else did you get?” 

He sighs, “You know me far too well, sweet girl.”

“It’s because I love ya handsome, now show me the goods.”

He chuckles as you settle on the porch swing he’d installed for you when you’d first moved in with him. “I’ll get the bag.”

You giggle and kick your feet up resting your hands on your bump, stroking your thumb over it tenderly as Eddie ran to the pick up to grab the rest of his haul. As you watched him go through everything that he picked up for your future child, you knew that there was no way that you would wanna do this with anyone but your Eddie. 

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21 Sleeps & Counting

Summary: Toto had been away for 21 sleeps [yes, you’d been counting] and he finally returns home from a triple header. Exhausted and craving you, you had a quiet night in - just the two of you.

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Monza. It feels like a stones throw away from you, yet seems so far at the same time. Monaco looked beautiful today, and you were so happy that after the triple header, Toto was finally on his way home to you. You know he’s going to be exhausted. A tough weekend for the team, alas decent results, meant that he’d probably slept for a total of about 12 hours in the past 3 days. Communication was limited, and when you did hear from him, you could just sense he was ready to come home. The lack of silly (and mostly unrelated to the topic) emojis he usually sends you were nowhere to be seen, and his usual humour was limited.

You’d cleaned the house from head to toe; the bed sheets were fresh on the bed, there were fresh cookies on the kitchen counter, the windows were wide open to let in the fresh air and you’d even finished every last bit of washing. Every time you walked past the bedroom door and looked at the bed, you smiled. Knowing you wouldn’t be alone tonight, knowing that your man was finally going to curl up with you and sleep soundly in your arms.

Flash forward a few hours, Toto was due home any moment. He’d messaged you to let him know he had landed safely and was in the car - the last part of his journey until you got to wrap your arms around him for the first time in what seemed like forever.

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you heard his car pull up to the driveway. Did you go to the door and answer? Do you let him come in on his own and give him space? His absent-ness over the weekend left you pondering what sort of affection, if any, he’d want. But you couldn’t wait. You jogged to the front door, and opened it slowly, peering round the corner.

“Welcome home, baby.”

You held your arms open as you locked eyes with Toto, standing tall about 6 feet in front of you. He looked at you, the corner of his mouth peering up his face, eyes filling up with tears as you saw his entire body relax. He dropped his coat and bag gently on the floor outside the house, walked towards you slowly and sunk into your arms. His face buried into your neck as you felt the tears from his eyes drop onto your sensitive skin.

“Toto, darling, what’s wrong?” - you tried to back away from his hug to lock eye contact, but he had no intention of letting go any time soon. You felt him shake his head, still buried in your neck. He pressed his lips between your neck and shoulder and gave you a gentle kiss.

“Before I saw you, everything. But now? Nothing.” - he lifted his face and cupped your face in his hands, and gave you the gentlest of kisses on your lips. “I’ve missed you so much, Schatzi. So much.”

“I’ve missed you too, baby. Come on, let’s go inside.” - you smiled at him, wiped away his couple of tears that were resting on his cheeks and kissed him on the nose. He smiled back at you, brushed past you, and walked inside. You picked up his coat and bag he’d dropped, made sure he’d locked the car, and followed him in.

“Wine? Beer? Or something stronger?” you asked, dropping his bag and coat on the sofa in the hall as he sat down on his chair in the living room. You know, one of those armchairs that’s only meant for one person, but you had tendencies of sitting on his lap and cuddling him in it.

“Uhh, just a water is fine, thank you darling.” his response was laboured, you could hear the exhaustion in his voice. Barely able to keep his eyes open, you look over at him. One elbow on the arm on the chair, his temple pressed against his hand and yawning one after the other.

Water? In the 8 years you’d been in a relationship with this man, you’d never known him to have a water after a triple header. Nevertheless, you walked to the fridge, poured him a glass of filtered cold water, added the ice and a glass straw and walked it over to him.

“Come sit, Schatz.”

You smiled at him as you handed him the drink. He took a few sips before setting the glass down on the table in front of you, looked up at you with his glassy brown eyes and gestured you to sit on his lap. You did so, placing your bum on his legs and your legs draped over the arm of the chair. He pulled you to his chest, resting your head on his shoulder, your lips gently pressing on his ear.

“I’m so glad you’re home, Toto. It’s been, it’s been so long…” you speak with a soft voice, your hand running up the side of his face and gently stroking through his hair and back down his cheek. “It’s been…”

“21 sleeps and counting.” he finished your sentence before you could, and you felt his head move to turn towards you. You looked up at him, smirking, knowing that you’d both been counting down the days until you were finally together.

“Yeah, baby, yeah. 21 days and counting.” you giggle, and gently press your lips to his. Your hand on his cheek, gently caressing his cheek with the pad of your thumb. The kiss was long, soft, slow and passionate. His arms rested on your legs, slowly making their way up and down your inner thighs. Although that’s normally your biggest turn on, tonight wasn’t about that, tonight was about cuddles with your man.

You pulled away from the kiss, looking back into his eyes and rub your nose against his. “I’ve missed your face.” you say, as you plant another kiss on his nose.

“Just my face?”

“Well no, obviously not…” you laugh, “I’ve missed all of you, but that face…”

He giggles and shakes his head. “You know, you’ve been staring at it for 8 years now, I’m surprised you’re not fed up with it.”

“Never!” you say, gently slapping his arm as you look at him, shocked. “It’s one of my favourite things about you.”

“One of, huh? Care to make an old man feel a bit better about himself and list the others?”

You throw your head back laughing like a little kid. “Well… you know I love your hair” as you kiss the top of his head, “your shoulders” you adjust yourself to kiss his shoulder, “your chest”, you kiss his chest through his denim button-down shirt, “your legs” you kiss the top of his thigh, and before you could continue, he interrupts with;

“Don’t say feet. They’ve been in these socks all day and they’re not kissable at the moment.”

You laugh, again, as you sit on the floor in front of him and rest your chin on his knee. “Ok, fine, but I’m not finished yet.” You smile at him, and look up at the ceiling, pretending to pluck answers out of thin air, when really there wasn’t enough hours left of the day to reel off all of your other favourite things. “There’s your sense of humour, your kindness, your work ethic and how you treat them like family, your love of pumpernickel, your wardrobe full of denim shirts, your…”

“Ok, ok… that’s enough now.” he smiles as he looks down at you.

“No!!! Wait… I almost forgot the most important one.” - he raises one eyebrow. “Your cuddles, obviously.” - he giggles and holds his arms out, holds both of your hands and helps you stand up with him. He wraps you in his arms, his height making you feel tiny as he embraces you with every fibre in him. You bury your head into his chest, and he kisses the top of your head.

“I love your cuddles so much, Schatz.” he says into your hair. “They’re what I crave most when I’m laying in hotel rooms.”

You look up at him and smile. “But it’s okay, because you’re home now. And you’re here for a while before you have to work, right?”

He looks up, staring out of the window, looking over the whole of the Monaco harbour. “You’ve got me for…” he looks down at his watch, “precisely 48 hours and 16 minutes.”

You look at his watch, then back up to him. “Ok, I’ll take it. But only if we get to spend the next 12 cuddling.”

He looks down at you, locks eye contact and grins. That cheeky one-sided grin that you miss seeing when he’s not here. “Deal. Now why are we still standing up and not in bed?”

You laugh and shake your head simultaneously. “It’s clean sheet night, so you’re showering first.”

He looks up at the ceiling and makes a fist in celebration “Yes! I knew it. I knew I could smell the fresh linen when I walked in.”

You laugh again, and let your arms fall to his ass and gently pat it a few times. “Shower. Now. Then you can come join me in bed.”

You rush off to the bedroom, get out his favourite pyjamas and lay them on the bed. He only ever wears pyjamas to cuddle, because you know you’re never able to resist each other if you’re even remotely naked. Top or bottom, it doesn’t matter. If one is missing, you’re deffo not controlling yourself. And neither is he.

After Toto’s done in the shower, he walks into the bedroom, towel wrapped around his waist and still steaming, dripping wet. You lay on your side on the bed, one elbow holding your head up, staring at your fine figure of a man walking towards you.

“Damnnnn Daddy, you’ve really been hitting that gym haven’t you?”

He laughs as he takes the towel from his waist, revealing his dick and ruffles his hair with it. “Kind of, why? You like it?”

“TOTO!! MANHOOD. COVER IT. TONIGHT IS CUDDLE NIGHT!”

He laughs and throws the towel at you. “Calm it, Schatz! You’ve seen it before!” he laughs, as he steps into his pyjama bottoms.

You laugh with him as you yank the towel from your face and throw it to the other side of the room. “Will you just get in, please?”, pulling the covers up and telling him to get in. He climbs into bed with his pyjama bottoms on, but top still off. You didn’t say anything as you were secretly hoping he’d either forget to put it on, or choose not to. As much as he is calved by actual gods, there was nothing better than skin on skin. You were just wearing a cropped vest top and shorts, so there was plenty of skin on skin contact tonight.

He laid back onto the pillow and held his arm out to the side. You scooted in next to him, wrapped your arm around his waist and plonked your leg over his so you were laying half on your side, and the other half practically on him. He gently started running his hand up and down your arm and kissed your forehead with tiny little pecks. “God, Schatz. I love you so much.” he whispered as he started caressing your hair.

“I love you too, Toto.” as you kiss just below his nipple. You rest your hand on his heart and start delicately running your fingertips along his torso. “You know…” you start, as you plant another kiss in a slightly different place. “I never thought I’d be able to love someone as much as I love you.” you look up at him with puppy-dog eyes and slightly teary, “but God, Toto, I love you so much it hurts.”

He holds you that little bit tighter and kisses your forehead again. “Hey hey, c’mere.” he says in a mere whisper. “Don’t get upset, darling. I know you’ve been hurt in the past, but that is long gone now, and you are my forever. Okay?” he adjusts himself onto his side so he’s facing you, cupping your face with both of his huge yet so delicate hands. You start to tear up even more and he kisses you softly on the lips. “Okay?” he asks again, concern building in his eyes.

“Okay.” you muster up in between shaky breaths.

You turn over so he’s spooning you. You scoot yourself back, ass pressing into his crotch, fitting with him like a glove. He wraps his arms around you and gently tickles your tummy, then up your arm, through your hair and back down your side, over your hip, the top of your legs and back to your tummy again, just with the most delicate of touches of his two fingers.

“Stay here with me, and we’ll be just fine. I promise.” he says, planting a kiss on your ear.

You melt into his arms like butter, and slowly feel your heart beats syncing together. The rise and fall of his chest begins to get slower, more relaxed, as you feel yourself drifting off in his arms. You kiss his arm that’s resting by your mouth and lock your fingers into his.

“21 days I’ve been waiting for this…” you whisper.

“I know, darling.” Toto responds, “Close your eyes, baby. You can rest now.”

You begin closing your eyes and gently squeeze his hand 3 times. That’s your thing with him. The silent “I love you.”

He squeezes it back 4 times…

“Hey…” you turn your head to face him, even though it was getting dark. “You squeezed 4 times?”

“I know…” he says, “Schatz…” he releases his hand from yours, turns over and turns on the bedside light. You hear him open the draw and ruffle around for something, confused as you were both literally about to fall asleep. You sit up and half face towards him, scratching your head. He turns back around, holding a little black box.

“Toto, what are yo—.”

He smiles at you. “Give me your hand.”

You stare at him, not breaking eye contact. You give your hand to him as he locks his fingers in yours, and squeezes 4 times. Again.

“4 squeezes, 4 words. Will You Marry Me?”

#toto wolff fic #toto wolff #toto wolff x reader #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 fic #toto wolff fluff #soft toto for once

[panelshowsource]

masterpost update... 🥹

hi guys it's been a minute 🥹 as i mentioned, i was working on updating the masterpost this past week, moving a large bulk of content onto my panelshowsource googledrive account, because i think everything stored there will be easily accessible and safe long term :)

the masterpost is the same original link it's been since it was established over 5 years ago! always bookmark the original post, not a reblog and not this post, so you have access to the most updated version & its links!

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i had to do some reorganising of the post because of tumblr's latest round of post restrictions:

i'm not able to provide many alternative links because i'm nearly at the link limit as it is, but i think what's provided is reliable and you can always send an ask if a link needs updating!

since i can no longer give every series its own photo header, everything is organised by bolded text and bullet points, which will look and read best on desktop opposed to mobile (mobile seems to despise indentation)

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a few notes regarding specific titles:

i did add all of taskmaster to my drive due to overwhelming requests, but only s1–4+15 are in 1080p, so i will begin updating the 720p files to 1080p over the next couple of weeks. thanks for your patience! in the meantime, you can watch them in hd on youtube ofc! i'll also update hypothetical as i get those locked down

i...i wanna say something so honest... i really don't care about a league of their own and most of you don't seem to either. it's a huge hassle organising the episodes because — not to say this for the third time in two sentences — but most people don't care much about it and haven't made the effort to keep it archived. we haven't seen a source for a complete series 6 in, like, 8 years. i'm not going to be making an effort to log that title for the time being. sorry if that's an inconvenience, but feel free to use the resources linked in my faq for your own research!

i added all of travel man (720p) and bridget christie's the change (1080p) to the misc watch links post (link below). i'll work on finishing upstart crow and then adding the rest of as yet untitled, game face, man down, and the cleaner!

i will continue uploading as-hd-as-possible versions of cats does countdown to my youtube channel and will eventually get them all on drive, but that's a slow process; i don't spend much time on youtube because half the commenters are tossers and deleting their negativity to keep it a fun space doesn't always leave me in a good mood 😡😡😡

i know a ton of celeb juice is on youtube but i haven't gotten around to organising it into a playlist (at least), but it's on my to-do list!

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if you want to contribute to the post, i'm currently seeking these!

ask rhod gilbert

breaking the news (mostly looking for the tv version)

the news quiz (s97–current...i might have a source but it's a slow wip...)

there's something about movies

mel giedroyc unforgivable s03

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woooooooo

➭ ADDITIONAL WATCH LINKS

more wooooooooo

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i'm going to tentatively open my requests (for watch links & gifs) so feel free to send a polite ask for something you may be seeking. it's much easier for me to keep track of asks than dms, if you don't mind sending there :)

okay friends enjoy! ヽ(゜∇゜)ノ

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[sterekreversechallenges]

Sterek Reverse Bang 2024

**TIMELINE**

*April 15, 2024* - Sign-ups open via Google form

*May 30, 2024* - Art due, sign-ups close

*June 2, 2024* - Art goes up for viewing

*June 8, 2024* - 7 pm UTC - Claims round 1

*June 9, 2024* - 7 pm UTC - Claims round 2, if necessary and until all art has been claimed.

*June 14, 2024* - Check-in 1: Teams must confirm that they have made contact and are good to collaborate.

*July 14, 2024* - Check-in 2: Team update: Writers submit an outline of 200-500 words to their artist for comment and mods for check-in.

*August 11, 2024* - Check-in 3: Writers should have 3k written. They will submit a draft link to the mods and their artist. Artists will confirm that their writer has been in communication with them and that they have seen the draft.

*August 30, 2024* - Last day to request a pinch hitter and receive a one year ban. Dropping after this date will result in a permanent ban.

*September 14, 2024* - Check-in 4 aka The Final Check-in: Teams must confirm that they are on schedule to post. Writers will receive a link to a Google form for submitting their drafts. Drafts should be 80 % done with any parts/scenes that are not yet complete outlined. Artists will confirm that their writer has been in communication with them and that they have seen the draft.

*October 6, 2024* - All collaborations posted to the challenge collection on AO3.

*October 11, 2024* - Moderated posting starts and runs until all collaborations have been posted.

**RULES and EXPECTATIONS for all Participants**

Sign-ups open April 15th via Google Form.

By signing up to participate you acknowledge that you have read and agree to the rules.

While the mods will send out reminders in the Discord server, it is your responsibility to meet the Sterek Reverse Bang deadlines.

Communicate with your partner within 48 hours of your claim being confirmed. Mandatory partner check-ins should be met as well. This is meant to be collaborative and fun.

>>>Check-ins are mandatory and deadlines are strict.<<<

Participants must be 18 years or older.

Participants need an email address that they check on a regular basis, a Google account for sign-up and submission forms, and must have a Discord account.

Any questions or disagreements should be taken to the mods.

**GUIDELINES for ARTISTS**

In the regular reverse bang round the following types of art are accepted:

painting/drawing (traditional, digital, mixed)

mood boards

fanvids (min 30 sec)

original gif sets (min 6 gifs)

>>All art will be uploaded through a Google Form so you must have a google account.

>> In the spirit of anonymous claims, no watermarks, signatures etc. are permitted during initial submissions! If you are worried about art theft, you can add "Sterek Reverse Bang" as a watermark. Signatures will be added for the final posting with the fics.

>> Artists are limited to submitting one or two pieces.

>> Art must not have been published before, been a commission, or be associated with a fic at the time of claims.

>> When you submit your art, it should be finished. You may of course keep working on it until posting.

>>You may choose to create more art or headers for longer fics but this is not a requirement.

>>If you do not regularly have communication from your writer or you have not seen an actual draft as a deadline approaches, please contact the mods.

>>If you feel like an explicit dislike of yours is being disregarded by your writer, you are not being kept up to date with major story changes (especially when the deadline is approaching), or your input is not being heard, please contact the mods.

>>TLDR Your mods are here to help but we can’t help if you don’t talk to us.

**GUIDELINES for WRITERS**

>> Minimum word count for fics in this challenge is 10k.

>> Artists' prompts and requests need to be followed unless both writer and artist agree to something else.

>> Squicks and triggers have to be followed without discussion.

>>Authors may not demand or request changes to the art. The artists may offer to do this, but that is up to the discretion of the artist.

>>Fics must be in English.

>>Submitted drafts for check-in must be typed and be in a standard document form (.docx or Google Drive). iOS extensions or photos will not be accepted.

>>Writers must follow all check-in dates, including sharing an 80% completed draft with the mods and their artist by September 14, 2024.

>>All fics should be posted in their entirety on the submission date.

>>You must tag for any of AO3’s major warnings and use appropriate tags, including the Sterek Reverse Bang tag.

>>All fics need to be beta read. If you need help finding a beta reader, you can ask on Discord. Mods for the bang will not assign beta readers.

Like a regular Bang, a Reverse Bang is meant to be a collaboration between artist and writer. Think of your artist like a partner in your creative process and follow the sharing guidelines that we have laid out in terms of sharing outlines and drafts. Everyone has their own creative style, but do be willing to listen to the input from your artist as you write. One of the joys as a writer is having a collaborative partner to bounce ideas off of and talk through your WIP. Your artist will probably love to be part of this process.

>>>This means that you should regularly be sharing drafts with your artist.<<<

>>TLDR Your mods are here to help but we can’t help if you don’t talk to us.

**Dropping**

>> Should any participants drop before claims, no harm done, no worries.

>> Should any participants drop out after claims without extenuating circumstances, participants may not be allowed to take part in the next round. In any case, talk to your mods! There is usually a solution, both for the person dropping and the person remaining in the bang (e.g. finding a pinch hitter), and the sooner one is figured out, the better.

>>If you drop before August 30, 2024, and request a pinch hitter, you will receive a one year ban. Dropping after this date will result in a permanent ban.

>> Should a team wish to drop out by mutual consent, they may do so, but may not post their work as part of the Sterek Reverse Bang Collection.

**COMMUNICATION**

The STRB is meant to be a collaborative effort between artist and writer. Part of the fun of the process is working with another creative person to make something new in the Sterek fandom. With that in mind, we have a set of things you should be talking about with your partner.

**First check-in: June 14, 2024**

Teams must confirm that they have made contact and are good to collaborate.

Talk to your artist/author partner and exchange:

Names and pronouns

Account names (AO3, Tumblr, Discord)

Best way to communicate

Any general ideas you have

**Second check-in: July 14, 2024** - Team update

Author to Artist contact

Writers submit an outline of 200-500 words to their artist for comment and to mods for check-in.

**Third check-in: August 11, 2024**

Writers should have 3k written. They will submit a draft link to the mods and their artist. Artists will confirm that their writer has been in communication with them and that they have seen the draft.

**Fourth check-in: September 14, 2024** - The Final Check-in (insert klaxon siren here)

Teams must confirm that they are on schedule to post. Writers will receive a link to a Google form for submitting their drafts. Drafts should be 80% done with any parts/scenes that are not yet complete outlined. Artists will confirm that their writer has been in communication with them and that they have seen the draft.

Artists and writers are free to decide mutually on how much contact they wish to have and in how much detail they wish to collaborate.

🟡 **Check-ins** 🟡

All Check-ins must be done on time and are mandatory. Missing a check-in forfeits your art prompt (writers) and will result in a year ban (before August 30th) or permanent ban after August 30th.

**SIGN-UPS**

Sign-up via Google Doc

https://forms.gle/xt1pm2UY3HospyAPA

You may sign up as both an artist and a writer.

#sterek reverse challenges #sterek reverse bang #sterek #teenwolf #sterek reverse bang 2024

[thetwelfthcrow]

Soooo can we get recs for 443316?👀

but of COURSE you can !!

▴🏎 4433 fic recs: with Charles edition 🏎▴

welcome everyone to this special fic rec list: 443316 - fics where, in whatever order, lewis/max/charles are together. it's a short list, but i hope that serves only as an invite to write these three more. as far as i know these are the only fics in this ot3 ship and they're amaziiiing! i sincerely invite all lestappen, 4433 and 4416 shippers to give these a try. even if you don't like one of these three ships, these two fics are absolutely worth your time - i promise !

AO3 collection with all my Formula One bookmarks general favorite fics in the 4433 ship favorite christmas fics in the 4433 ship favorite omegaverse fics in the 4433 ship

always be sure to check the accurate and updated tags on the fic itself (i only copy a few)! if your fic is on here and you'd like me to link your tumblr then just comment below and i'll add it :)

▴ honey, there is no right way [series] by latebrakers | 11,3k | incomplete secret relationship 4433, charles helps them / pining / getting together

(1) fair weather | G | 3k | complete

The first time, Max asks Charles for a favor. The next time Max could use some help, Charles offers it himself.

(2) fair warning | T | 5k | complete

Charles thought he was being generous, at first, but now he just feels greedy.

(3) fair share | M | 3k | complete

Lewis takes his phone out of his pocket and props it on the porch railing. “Two minutes,” he announces. “Everyone think of a wish.” Charles could not possibly think of just one. Or: Charles books a flight to Colorado.

▴ three [series] by additivity | 20,3k | incomplete secret relationship / relationship reveal friends with benefits

straight-ish | M | 3,6k | complete

There were a lot of photos of Formula 1 drivers on the internet. But none like this.

amateur photography | E | 16,6k | 5/5ch, complete

Lewis really isn't looking for a relationship. Which is why his current arrangement is pretty perfect. What's not so great is trying to explain that to his press officer while F1 twitter self-destructs about it.

▴ behind different doors [series] by kiwialicat | 49,3k | incomplete established fwb lestappen / voyeurism / unresolved feelings

It’s not the size of your motorhome it’s how you use it | E | 6k | complete

Max looks back at him, and then down at the hand that Lewis still has firmly planted on Charles’s knee. Despite Lewis being a little less sharp than usual, it’s definitely not lost on him. “Jealous, Maxy?” Lewis doesn't want to waste this champagne, post Silverstone 2020 round one. He goes to find someone to celebrate with and gets a little more celebration than he'd hoped for.

Let’s feel this and think later | E | 31k | 6/6ch, complete

Lewis is pretty sure when it comes to Max and Charles there are strings, of one form or another, but he can’t deny there’s also a pretty incredible pay-off attached to those strings. It's the second week of the British GP double header, and it's a bit more memorable than usual for Lewis with a new version of Max and Charles in his life.

Room for three | E | 11k | complete

“So…” Lewis breathes deeply, “this offer…” he watches his hands open and close in front of him, “is this just a one-time thing? Tonight only?” Lewis has Max and Charles over for dinner. Some eating, some talking and some other stuff ensues.

▴ He Hit Me (It Felt Like A Kiss) by m00nlightE | 18,8k | 2/5ch, incomplete omegaverse / alpha max, alpha lewis, omega charles / emotional manipulation

It was something they’d often discussed at the beginning of the relationship: the potential that one day, sometime in the future, the three of them could end up fighting for a championship title against one another. So when the start of the 2021 season came around and it looked like Red Bull might be bringing the competition to Mercedes at last, Charles couldn’t help but feel the battle between his partners was inevitable. He just never expected to get so caught in the middle of it all. OR: Charles, Max and Lewis, and how their relationship turned toxic over the course of the 2021 season.

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askbox always open for your favourite 4433(16) fics! i love to know what you love to read. this list is not complete (nor will it ever be), but it turned out all 443316 fics are amazing so these are the only fics in the tag rn. this IS AN INVITE to everyone reading all the way to here to write 443316 heheh! enjoy reading!

#zhalia's lil' answer chat #Anonymous #443316 #4433 #lestappen #fic recs #4433 fic recs

[startrekpotluck]

“Fandom is a Potluck Dinner… you’re invited!”

Hello friends, it’s that time of year again!

Grab a plate, pull up a chair, and consider yourself enthusiastically invited to StarTrekPotluck2023!

The challenge is to create a piece of fanwork that is food or drink themed, and based within the realms of the Star Trek universe.

If you’re interested in joining in, here’s what you need to know:

What do I do?

Pick a type of food or drink, a meal time or a place where nourishment is served/prepared, then create a fanwork around that place/event/object.

It can be any type of fanwork, for example; fanfic, gifs, fanvid, fanart, poetry, podfic. The only constraints are that it needs to be set within Star Trek (any series), and it must include the theme of food/drink.

When do I do it?

Choose a publishing date between 1st August and 14th August. We will fill up each slot, and if more people want to join in the fun, we will open double bookings. That way, we can all enjoy up to two servings of delicious fanworks a day!

(If you want to know which dates are still open, you can check the calendar in the blog header, or you can refer to our most recent sign up round up!)

How do I do it?

1. Pick a Star Trek fandom, or a mash-up of Trek fandoms. (Please do not submit crossovers with non-Star-Trek fandoms.)

2. Send an Ask to this blog with your chosen date, the Star Trek fandom(s) you’ve picked, and the type of fanwork you’ll be creating.

3. Message this blog for any questions / changes etc, your hosts @regionalpancake and @procrastinatorproject will be happy to help :)

4. Post your delicious fanwork on your chosen date.

5. Message this blog with the details of where your fanwork is posted, and tag your post with #startrekpotluck2023

6. If posting on AO3, add your fanwork to the StarTrekPotluck2023 Collection.

7. Follow this blog for updates!

#startrekpotluck2023 #star trek fandom event #star trek #star trek snw #star trek prodigy #star trek picard #star trek lwd #star trek discovery #star trek aos #star trek ent #star trek voy #star trek ds9 #star trek tng #star trek tas #star trek tos

[ponysongbracket]

Brony Song Tournament: Results of Round 1

(Warning: long post. Many stats)

The three biggest landslides were Discord (remix), The Moon Rises, and Rainbow Factory. Winning by 95.8%, 94.7% and 92.5% respectively (not counting votes for Show Results)

This is expected. These are the songs representing this blog in its header, and the number 1 song of the video the tournament is based on.

Swing! Tavi Swing! is an honorable mention, being the upset that won by the biggest margin (88.5%) and number 6 overall

The three closest matches were L_ST _N D_TA vs Open Your Eyes (51.8% or 6 votes)

Chug Jug vs I'll Fly Higher (50.3% or one vote!!)

And finally Earnest vs Wings of Moonlight, which was an exact tie!!

Even the poll to determine what we do in the event of a tie, almost tied (one vote difference)

(and for the record: my vote was for On Wings of Moonlight, so given the tiebreaker, Earnest wins)

An honorable mention goes to Mad This Time vs Let's Go and Meet the Bronies, which was the eighth closest match (53.9% or 23 votes) despite being between the fourth highest and lowest seeds.

Meet the Bronies was actually winning for the first few days of the poll, so if it had only lasted a day, Mad This Time would have been Upset this time.

Speaking of upsets, 20/64 of the matches were upsets, the first of which was Pony Waifu vs Double Rainboom.

Some artists were involved in a number of songs in the bracket. Below is how many songs by (or featuring) each artist were in the bracket, followed by how many of those made it into round two.

4everfreebrony |14 | 3 Friendship is Witchcraft | 9 | 8 The Living Tombstone | 9 | 7 Vylet Pony | 8 | 6 Wooden Toaster | 7 | 6* PrinceWhateverer | 7 | 5 Mandopony | 7 | 4 Aviators | 6 | 3 Acoustic Brony | 4 | 3 Mic the Microphone | 4 | 3 Awkward Marina | 4 | 2 Rainbow Dash Presents | 4 | 2 EileMonty | 4 | 2 Black Gryph0n | 4 | 2

*The one WoodenToaster song that lost was actually a remix of another of his songs, which did win

This is the same as above, but with the characters the song focuses on

Rainbow Dash |12 | 4 Luna |11 | 7 Pinkie Pie |10 | 5 Fluttershy | 9 | 4 Discord | 8 | 4 Sweetie Belle* | 7 | 6 Celestia | 7 | 2 Twilight | 6 | 4 Rarity | 6 | 3 Trixie | 5 | 2 Applejack | 5 | 1 Derpy/Muffins | 5 | 1 Octavia | 4 | 2

*4|3 of these are Sweetie Bot specifically

Songs that were a part of Brony Polka generally did well. How well? Well, at the start all 25 Brony Polka songs (including BP itself) were in the bracket. All but 3 of them made it into round 2. And the reason those 3 lost, was because they went against another Brony Polka Song.

17 songs took the melody of another song and just added new lyrics, like a Minecraft parody song (which one of them literally was). Of these, only 3 made it to round 2.

In order to adjust Shunks' top 100 list (technically 101, as she also placed Discord (remix) at #3 as a bonus) to a power of 2, I had to add 27 songs. Of these 27 new songs, only 9 made it to Round 2 (though three matchups were between two new songs, so the possible range of new songs making it to round 2 is 3-24)

9 songs were primarily made up of clips from the show. 5 of these made it to round 2

As for how my taste conforms to the Tumblr collective: I have 53 of the songs from the bracket saved to my Music folder. 34 of those songs made it to round 2 (though in some matchups, I had both songs saved, so the possible range is 10-43)

Also, here is the poll that wound up looking most like a penis poll.

Round 2 starts tomorrow!

#polls on tumblr #poll tournament #poll #polls #bracket #mlp #my little pony #brony music #tournament #announcements #Brony Song Bracket #MLP Song Tournament Round 1 #Brony Music Bracket announcements

[chaosites]

HEADER IMAGE BY @astro-arts-inthestars !!!

Chaos sys doodle masterpost

CHAOSITE TIERLISTS

ULTIMATE WINNER OF CHAOS SYSTEM FRIENDLIES: SIMON @s-petrikov

ROUND 1 RESULTS AND RULES/MASTERPOST

LOSERS BRACKET MASTERPOST

ULTIMATE FINAL

MARI VS SIMON VS MABEL (winner: SIMON)

ROUND 5 WINNER: MABEL

B SIDE WINNER: SIMON

ROUND 6 B SIDE

GARY VS SIMON (winner: SIMON)

ROUND 5

BLOOKY VS MABEL (winner: MABEL)

ROUND 5 B-SIDE

GARY IS IMMUNE

SIMON VS GLASS (winner: SIMON)

ROUND 4

BASIL VS BLOOKY VS SUNNY (winner: BLOOKY)

MABEL VS GREGORY (winner: MABEL)

ROUND 4 B-SIDE

GARY IS IMMUNE

SIMON VS ANN (winner: SIMON)

GLASS VS COLBIE (winner: GLASS)

ROUND 3

GREGORY VS KEL (winner: GREGORY)

BASIL VS SUNNY (TIE)

MABEL VS BLOOKY VS AUBREY (winners: MABEL AND BLOOKY)

ROUND 3 B-SIDE

GARY IS IMMUNE

KRIS VS SIMON (winner: SIMON)

COLBIE VS LONNIE (winner: COLBIE)

MARSHALL VS GLASS (winner: GLASS)

ANN VS CHARA (winner: ANN)

ROUND 2

BASIL VS KEL (TIE)

GREGORY VS AUBREY (TIE)

BLOOKY VS MARIE (winner: BLOOKY)

SUNNY VS CLARA (winner: SUNNY)

FERN VS MABEL (winner: MABEL)

ROUND 2 B-SIDE

KRIS VS MAE (winner: KRIS)

GARY VS CHOCO (winner: GARY)

BRANDON VS SIMON (winner: SIMON)

LONNIE VS LAZULI (winner: LONNIE)

RAY VS ANN (winner: ANN)

CHARA VS TRENT (winner: CHARA)

COLBIE VS MARSHALL (TIE)

GLASS VS ??? (winner: GLASS)

ROUND 2 LAKE DIDNT C-SIDE

JOAN VS MATTIE (winner: MATTIE)

LAKE DIDN'T C-SIDE FINALS

MATTIE VS MARI (winner: MARI)

C SIDE WINNER: MARI

[pruechaosbracket]

Pure Chaos Bracket Links/Guide

Submissions and Rules (Closed)

Preliminary Rounds (4/15 - 4/22)

Kokichi (Danganronpa) VS Junko (Danganronpa)

Amethyst (Steven Universe) VS Peridot (Steven Universe)

Jenkins (Red vs Blue) VS Team Red (Red vs Blue)

Dirk Gently (Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency) VS Bart Curlish(Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency)

Glenn Close (Dungeons and Daddies) VS Lark and Sparrow (Dungeons and Daddies) VS Scam Likely (Dungeons and Daddies)

Eda Clawthorne and King (The Owl House) VS The Collector (The Owl House)

Round 1-A (4/23 - 4/30)

Henry Stickmin (The Henry Stickmin Collection) VS Damien LaVey (Monster Prom)

Pearl (Splatoon) VS Mei (Lego Monkie Kid)

Deadpool (Marvel) VS Toph (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Yakko, Wakko, and Dot (Animanics) VS Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Marx (Kirby) VS Nikolai Gogol (Bungo Stary Dogs)

Grian and Scar (3rd Life) VS Jevil (Deltarune)

Luffy (One Piece) VS Dimentio (Super Paper Mario)

Team Red (Red vs Blue) VS Alina Gray (Magia Record)

Round 1-B (4/25 - 5/2)

Mort (All Hail King Julian) VS Loki (Norse Mythology)

Benrey (Half-Life VR but the AI is Self-Aware) VS BOb (Slime Rancher)

Yin-Yang (Inanimate Insanity) VS Remus (Sanders Sides)

Slimecicle (QSMP) VS Happy Chaos (Guilty Gear)

Junko (Danganronpa) VS The Collector (The Owl House)

Discord (MLP: Friendship is Magic) VS Chili Pepper Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom) *Please note that I forgot to change the names in the header*

Chungledown Bim (Fantasy High) VS Bart Curlish (Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency)

Eris (Greek Mythology) VS Phonegingi (Dialtown)

Round 1-C (4/27 - 5/4)

• Dewey (Ducktales) VS The Goose (Untitled Goose Game) • Klaus (Umbrella Academy) VS Stede Bonnet (Our Flag Means Death) • Courtney (Dead End: Paranormal Park) VS Dakota Cole (Just Roll With It) • Krampy (Cattails) VS The Lamb (Cult of the Lamb) • Kairos Theodosian (A Practical Guide to Evil) VS Taako, Magnus, and Merle (The Adventure Zone) • Wei Wuxian (Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation) VS Tiny Tina (Borderlands) • Blitzo (Helluva Boss) VS Jester (Critical Role)

Barry Swift (Team StarKid) VS Giovanni Pottage (Epithet Erased)

Round 1-D (4/29 - 5/6)

Wataru Hibiki (Ensemble Stars) VS Lyer (Mia’s World)

Oli (Empires SMP) VS Dr Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb)

Sam and Max (Sam and Max) VS Scam Likely (Dungeons and Daddies)

Gregory (FNAF) VS Peridot (Steven Universe)

Max, Niki, and Neil (Camp Camp) VS Four (BFB)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls) VS Docm77 (Hermitcraft)

Rocky (Lackadaisy) VS The User (There Is No Game)

Donnie (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) VS Dr. Eggman (Sonic the Hedgehog)

ROUND 2-A 5/14 - 5/21

Henry Stickmin (The Henry Stickmin Collection) VS Pearl (Splatoon)

Toph (Avatar: The Last Airbender) VS Yakko, Wakko, and Dot (Animanics)

Marx (Kirby) VS Jevil (Deltarune)

Dimentio (Super Paper Mario) VS Team Red (Red VS Blue)

Mort (All Hail King Julien) VS Benrey (Half-Life VR but the AI is Self-Aware)

Yin-Yang (Inanimate Insanity) VS Charlie Slimecicle (QSMP)

The Collector (The Owl House) VS Discord (MLP: Friendship is Magic)

Chungledown Bim (Fantasy High) VS Phonegingi (Dialtown)

ROUND 2-B 7/21 - 7/28

The Goose (Untitled Goose Game) VS Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Acadamy)

Dakota Cole (Just Roll With It) VS The Lamb (Cult of the Lamb)

Takoo, Magnus, and Merle (The Adventure Zone) VS Tiny Tina (Bordar Lands)

Jester (Critical Roll) VS Giovanni Potage (Epithet Erased)

Wataru Hibiki (Ensemble Stars) and Lyer (Mia's World) VS Oli (Empires SMP) and Dr. Doofensmirtz (Phineas and Ferb)

Sam and Max (Sam and Max) VS Peridot (Steven Universe)

Four (Battle For Dream Island) VS Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

Rocky (Lackadaisy) VS Donnatello (Rise of the TMNT) and Dr. Eggman (Sonic the Hedgehog)

ROUND 3 9/23 - 9/30

Henry Stickmin (The Henry Stickmin Collection) VS Yakko, Wakko, and Dot (Animanics)

Marx (Kirby) VS Team Red (Red Vs Blue)

Mort (All Hail King Julien) VS Charlie Slimecicle (QSMP)

Chungledown Bim (Dimension 20: Fantasy High) VS Discord (MLP: Friendship is Magic)

The Goose (Untitled Goose Game) VS The Lamb (Cult of the Lamb)

Takoo, Magnus, and Merrle (The Adventure Zone) VS Giovanni Potage (Epithet Erased)

Sam and Max (Sam and Max) VS Oli {Empires SMP} and Dr. Doofensmirtz {Phineas and Ferb}

Donatello {Rise of the TMNT} and Dr. Eggman {Sonic the Hedgehog} VS Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

ROUND 4 10/21 - 10/28

Chungledown Bim (Dimension 20: Fantasy High) VS Charlie Slimecicle (QSMP)

Takoo, Magnus, and Merrle (The Adventure Zone) VS The Goose (Untitled Goose Game)

Yakko, Wakko, and Dot (Animanics) VS Team Red (Red Vs Blue)

Sam and Max (Sam and Max) VS Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

SEMI-FINALS 12/12 - 12/18

Yakko, Wakko, and Dot VS Charlie Slimecicle

Sam and Max VS The Goose

FINALS 12/21 - 28

Yakko, Wakko, and Dot VS Sam and Max

#pure chaos bracket