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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

kyle's love language already is acts of service, so that's exactly what his aftercare looks like. like he would immediately be drawing a hot bath for you (no matter how gentle or rough the session was), refusing to let your feet hit the floor until he eases you down into the bathtub. kyle's the type to wash your body for you, using unscented soap to wash away the drying cum still lingering between your plush thighs and shampooing your hair with some of his own coconut shampoo. after the bath, he's getting you changed into cozy clothes, most of the time consisting of a fresh pair of pretty underwear and one of his raggedy old t-shirts. he still doesn't let your feet hit the floor though, insisting that "y'legs are still right trembling—stop fussin', sweetheart. i can carry you" as he hoists you up into his arms and carries you right back to your shared bed. after making you a spot of tea and helping (forcing) you to eat a biscuit or two, he's back at your side, wrapping you up in his arms and holding you close until the both of you eventually lull off to sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i feel like kyle's favorite part of his own body would be his abdomen, all thick with corded muscle and splattered with curls of black hair. sure, other parts of his body were pretty (and he knows it too), but he just likes the way his muscles plane out there specifically. all the bulging muscles gives you lots of places to rut against, and he has to say he loves the way your slick drips down and pools at his v-lines after you ride his abs. kyle's favorite part of your body has to be your thighs, like that man always has one (or two) hands on your thigh. he treats the plush flesh as his own personal stress toy, kneading and squeezing your thigh when he's feeling particularly stressed or horny or loving or...not to mention he loves fucking your thighs and leaving his load splattered between them. another favorite part of your body for kyle would be your back. he's always rubbing up and down your spine, fingers kneading out the tenseness in your muscles and smoothing out your hunched shoulders. he also likes the way you shake and shiver when his hands caress your back while you ride him, the gentle caress making your own nails dig deeper into the skin of his shoulders and sending delicious pain bleeding throughout his limbs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

depending on what position you guys find yourself in during sex, kyle loves to finish on your back. of course he loves shooting his load deep inside of you, hunched over your body with one hand on your clit and the other grasping at your shoulder, but something about staining your pretty skin with his pearly ichor makes his softening cock twitch back to life in his hands. he definitely rubs his cum into your skin with his thumb, scooping up the excess and bringing it to your still slack lips where he shoves the sticky digit to the back of your tongue.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

one of kyle's dirty secrets is that he loves your panties. a lot. like it doesn't matter whether they're dirty and used or fresh out of the laundry. he wants them hanging off of his thick cock as he drills into you from below. he wants you stuffing them into his mouth when he's being whiny and you're riding him like your life depends on it. he wants them wrapped around his cock as he's jerking off, the rough scratch of lace or soft silk of satin making his hips twitch and his toes curl. he also would most definitely have been stealing them in the beginning of your relationship (but at least they always came back washed, right?).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

okay here's where things might get controversial. i feel like kyle has some experience, like enough to give you a good dicking down that leaves the air out of your lungs and your legs trembling. what he doesn't have experience with before you is letting go of control in the bedroom. sure, he's used to being the subordinate at work and following every order price would give him, but that's usually where he left his obedience. outside of work, especially during sex, kyle would have been used to being the one in charge, the one making most of the decisions, the one still with a working mind. being with you allows him to explore the more submissive side of himself, comfortable enough to hand the reins over to you and not have to constantly worry or overthink his decisions. that's how he would figure out that he's a damn good sub, obedient and needy as ever, a man desperate to please you in anyway he could and let you use him to your hearts content.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

i've said it once and i'll say it again—kyle loves standing sex. something about the way you cling to him in a desperate attempt to keep yourself upright, your nails digging into the skin of his back and leaving raised scratches down his flesh. he likes pressing you up against the wall, your ass pressing against his cock and your hands pawing desperately against the wall as he lubes himself up with your slick and some extra lube. maybe he likes standing sex so much because it makes you rely on him even more, his muscular body and thick forearms being the only thing keeping you upright on jellied legs as his cock rams into the deepest parts of your heat.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

if you have played any of the CoD games, you know how funny and snarky kyle garrick actually is. like that man is comedically gifted. so it's only expected that he cracks a few jokes here and there during sex, especially if it's inebriated sex. most of the time, though, kyle's very romantic and sweet, cooing soft praises into the crook of your neck even as he's disgustingly rearranging your guts. the only times kyle is ever super serious during sex is after a particularly long deployment, far too pent up and aching to be buried in your gummy walls to crack his usual teasing jibes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

kyle would definitely keep his pubes trimmed as neatly as possible, if not just completely shaved. he likes feeling as clean and hygienic as possible, so it just makes it easier if he completely gets rid of the curled black hair all together. if you beg and plead with him enough though, he'll let it grow out a bit.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

no matter what kind of sex you and kyle are having, whether it's desperate and rough or slow and sweet, it's always going to be incredibly romantic. kyle has this ability to make all of his gestures and touches intimate, even if he's smacking his palm down against your clit or wrapping a large hand around the front of your throat to fuck you back onto his cock. but he is most romantic during slow, gentle sex, calloused palms rubbing across every inch of exposed skin he can access and gentle smears of his lips against your sweaty flesh and swollen mouth. sex for kyle is about you and his connection with you, so it's only obvious that every session is going to be as romantic and loving as possible (even if he's fucking you like a whore or you're using him like he's a slut).

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

kyle definitely used to jerk off pretty consistently before he got together with you. he used it as a way to release every pent up emotion he had been building up inside of himself over prolonged deployments and nights alone, letting it all go the second his slender fingers wrapped snugly around his thick cock. now that he is with you, though, he doesn't have to jerk off as much as he used to because he can just fuck his cock into you instead. or maybe you're not in the mood enough to fully fuck him—that's okay, just give him your hand and he'll be cumming in no time. kyle also really loves mutual masturbation. like being able to squeeze his fingers into your gooey hole while he drives his hips up to fuck his cock further into the palm of your curled fist. sure, fucking you is nice, but having your hand wrapped around his dick is different kind of heaven.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

the list of kyle's kinks is evergrowing (especially now that he is with you). his favorite though has got to be overstimulation. there's nothing quite like bending you over the foot of your shared bed and lapping at your cunt messily for hours on end. he would give you breaks, of course, but only to shove his cock into you and make you cream around him before immediately falling back down onto his knees and licking his cum out of you. he's never worried about it being too much for you (he knows that if it was ever actually too much, you'd use your safeword), so he catches your flailing legs with practiced ease, thumb rubbing circles into your ankle soothingly as he makes you squirt for the nth time. another (secret) favorite kink of kyle's is free use—not for you but for him. he makes it clear to you that if you're ever feeling needy, you don't even have to ask him. all you need to do is drag him to wherever you want him, push him down, and milk him for all he's worth. he'll never grow tired of you silently pulling him over to sit on the couch, your hands needy as they push his sweatpants down just enough to pull his semi-hard cock out of its confines and immediately filling yourself up to the brim. his favorite part of free use is when you don't say a word, simply pushing kyle onto his knees with two hands on his sculpted shoulders and shoving his face between your naked thighs.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

i'm a huge proponent of kyle loving car sex. of course he always prefers breaking you apart in the privacy of your bedroom, but spreading you out in the backseat of his sleek suv and stuffing you to the brim with his cum is a very close second. he likes how quickly the car gets hot and stuffy, condensation licking at the back windows just as the sweat was licking at the nape of his neck. he keeps his car windows tinted as dark as they can be for be purpose of being able to drill into you before nights out, wanting your underwear to be slick with his cum before he takes you out with the rest of the taskforce for drinks. it's also become a well known fact amongst his colleagues after a particular night out, when johnny noticed a small rivulet of god knows what slipping down your leg while you were ordering another round of beers for the guys.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

honestly, anything you do gets kyle going. you’re being independent? he’s hard as a rock. you’re being needy and bratty, hanging off his bicep with a slight pout on your lips? dick is immediately hard. you’re mad at him for something and completely ignoring him? he’s spilling pre into his underwear. you could be wearing the most baggy clothes in existence, and kyle’s cock is throbbing in the confines of his pants. your existence gets him going because he’s just so in love with you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i feel like kyle's the kind of guy to always say he'll try anything once, and this applies to your guys' sex life as well. i think the only thing kyle tried and didn't like was the night where you wanted to try face slapping. he was already weary about it, but you asked (begged) so nicely for it. so he brought a heavy palm down against your cheek, wincing slightly for you and the way your skin immediately bloomed a soft red color. sure, you let out what had to be the raunchiest moan kyle had ever heard from you, but the guilt that immediately unfurled in his gut was more than enough for kyle to never do it again. he'll do a couple light taps of his fingers against your face sometimes, but it's never as hard as the first time he did it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

in my opinion, kyle is the biggest munch in the 141. like that man practically lives on his knees for you. you had a stressful day at work? kyle’s kneeling in front of the front door when you get home. you’re moaning and writhing in your sleep from a wet dream? kyle’s waking you up by peeling your legs apart and burying himself face first into your slick. you just baked him the best roast dinner ever? kyle’s splaying you out on the end of the dining table after and slurping down your juices before he actually eats. that man can always find a reason to give you head, so it’s become common place in your relationship to find his head between your thighs and his tongue licking you out. because of this, he’s become extremely skilled at eating you out, his tongue expertly swirling through your cunt and sending your brain into an immediate haze. he uses his fingers in conjunction, stuffing three slender fingers into your hole as his tongue traces his full name (first, middle, last, AND his callsign, of course) into your throbbing clit. kyle makes it his mission to have your thighs quivering and legs trembling before he even thinks about sinking his cock into you—and if you aren’t a shaking mess by the time he's done, he’ll just have to sink back down to his knees and give you another 3 orgasms.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

is fast and sensual an option? if so, that's definitely kyle. like i said before, sex is always meant to be intimate and sensual for kyle, even when it's the filthiest, dirtiest sex you two have ever had. he likes pistoning his hips as quickly as he can because he likes making your head spin, fucking the thoughts out of your brain as quickly as possible to make you soft and pliant beneath his muscled body. usually after making your brain turn to mush, kyle slows his hips down, taking advantage of the slower pace and pushing his cock even deeper inside of you to kiss the seal of your womb with every thrust. no matter the speed, though, kyle's showering you in some sort of affection. whether it be soft praising words, sensual gropes of his calloused palms, or heated kisses and licks of his tongue, kyle's making sure you feel the intimacy and sensuality that sex can bring.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

kyle is such a fan of quickies. like sure, he isn’t able to take his time with you like he usually does, but he is able to play his favorite game of “how quickly can he make you cum on his tongue without using his fingers”. most of the time, the quickies you guys have occur in his car (like i said in letter L, kyle loves some good car sex), but he’s notorious amongst the taskforce for the amount of times he’s convinced you to go to the bathroom with him. that’s the reason why neither of you are allowed near the bathroom at price’s home (“last time y’were in there, lad, my fuckin’ shower curtains were torn down”). he really loves when you initiate quickies, your hand gripping at his bicep tightly and fogged our eyes blinking up at him as you ask him meekly to take you to the bathroom. something about you being so needy that you’re willing to forgo all of the usual sweetness makes kyle harder than a rock. in reality, he still prefers getting to take his time with you, but the thrill of quickies definitely adds an edge to your sex life.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

i feel like kyle is so willing to try anything at least once, because how else is he supposed to know if he likes it or not? especially with you, he just feels so comfortable exploring aspects of sex that he never really imagined in his younger days (even though he’s a solid 26). how else would he have figured out how much he likes you playing with his ass if not for letting you slip one in while you had his cock down your throat? kyle’s also such a risk taker. that’s why his quickies are usually always in a place where you guys may or may not get caught. supply closets on base, price’s guest bathroom, the bathrooms at the dive bar you both frequent, johnny’s hot tub after everyone else goes to bed for the night. something about the risk of being caught drives kyle mad. but when you actually get caught, then it’s not very fun (we all remember the bathroom incident at price’s house, right?).

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

wholeheartedly believe that kyle lasts the longest out of the 141—man is like a machine. he’s good at controlling his own orgasm depending on what you guys are doing. backshots? kyle can go a solid hour without cumming. missionary? a little less just because you’re able to claw at his skin and mewl brokenly into the crook of his neck, so probably like 30-45 minutes. you riding him? i’d give him a solid 20 minutes, because how can he not bust a load when your tits are bouncing right in his face? kyle definitely has a quick refractory period though. like he can get hard again almost immediately after he cums if he wants to, so get ready for multiple rounds in one night. as long as you aren’t sore or tired, kyle’s willing to keep going and going.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

kyle doesn't strike me as a super extensive toy collector but he definitely has the tried and trues, such as a hitachi, a bullet, three different sized dildos, a couple butt plugs, handcuffs, rope, and a fleshlight. he doesn't use them every session, usually saving them for special occasions, rewards, or punishments, but that doesn't mean he's not skilled at using them. one of his favorite toys to use on you is one of the butt plugs, slicking it up with lube and stretching out your puckered hole on his slender fingers. he swears you're the tightest you've ever been when he slips his dick into your cunt after stuffing the plug in your ass, holding it in place with his thumb as his usual fast pace is slowed and stuttered ("q-quit squeezin' me s'much, sweetheart. can't f-fuck ya if you don't let me pull out, yeah?"). kyle also makes it clear that everything he uses on you is something you can use on him, and he means everything. you wanna cuff him to the bed? he's helping you put them on and making sure they're locked. you wanna peg him? he's digging through the drawer to find a strap to put the dildo in and laying pretty on his stomach for you. his favorite toy you use on him is the fleshlight, unable to prevent the drool from leaking from the corners of his lips when you situate yourself between his thighs, hands gripping the plastic tight as you slick it up and down his painfully hard cock. you only use it when he's been bad or done something to piss you off, but sometimes you'll use it whenever kyle begs pretty enough for it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

kyle's a pretty big tease, but he's also extremely easy to win over. like he’ll be lapping against your clothed cunt, spit slicking your cotton underwear and mixing with your arousal spilling down your inner thighs as he nuzzled the bulbous tip of his nose against your covered clit. he’d be all smug and proud of the broken whines leaving your lips until his honey brown eyes flutter open and lock with yours, and he immediately crumbles at the sight of your need. the way your eyebrows are pinched together in the middle of your face, tears frosting your bottom lashes and teeth digging into your bottom lip as your fingers claw desperately at the bed sheets. and kyle’s resolve is immediately crumbling, one hand pushing your thighs further apart as the other tugs your ruined underwear down your trembling legs, whispering “no more cryin’, baby—didn’t mean t’make ya cry, just wanted a lil taste. let me make it up to you, yeah? split ya open on my cock? atta baby, spread your legs f'me.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

kyle's a snarky little shit, so his mouth is always moving during sex. whether he's muttering the dirtiest, filthy things into your ear while he plugs you full of his fingers or whimpering broken pleas as you bounce eagerly on his cock, kyle never stops making noise. he's embarrassingly loud when he subs (in his opinion. you beg to differ), and he often tries chewing on his bottom lip or sinking his teeth into your skin to muffle the lewd sounds. the only time kyle's not super loud is when you gag him with something, whether it be your panties, your fingers, or even that red ball gag you'd bought him as a surprise. he immediately turns into the most obedient thing, all glossy eyed and demure as he keeps whatever is stuffed between his teeth exactly where you put it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

i saw a headcanon (linked here; please give it a read and a reblog) about how kyle definitely has sensitive nipples and can cum from just having them played with/sucked on AND I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT NOW??? like kyle's never even thought about it until one night he's absolutely pounding you into the mattress and your fingers brush against his nipple as you try to grapple for something to hold onto, your nails just barely grazing the pebbled flesh before his hips stutter and his cock starts prematurely dribbling cum. he wouldn't even have time to feel embarrassed about it because your fingers are immediately searching for his nipples again, the stimulation making his softening cock stiffen up inside of you quickly. he loves it when you curl up against his side, one of your hands slicking down his cock and your tongue working circles around one of his nipples. he swears it's the quickest way to get him to cum all over your fingers (and he's correct).

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

everyone knows that kyle garrick is beautiful—hell, even he knows it. he's not as big and beefy as johnny or simon, but he's still solid muscle, lean in all the right places and a slutty little waist to match. he's around 6'2" in my headcanon of him, mostly all strong legs and honeyed skin that always has a layer of shea butter covering it. he's not a super hairy guy, but he does have a happy trail of black curls that begins at his navel and trickle down beneath his belt. as for kyle's cock, i would say he's definitely a shower AND a grower—like man is always hung both soft and hard. he doesn't have the thickest cock of the 141 but he definitely has the lengthiest. kyle is probably about 7 and a half inches soft and grows an extra half inch when he's hard. his cock is pretty much the same thickness from base to tip, around 4 and a half inches, and it curves slightly to the left as it hangs heavy between his musclar thighs. his cock is a slightly darker shade of brown than the rest of his skin, with multiple thick and throbbing veins that branch up his cock and disappear beneath his dark mauve-colored tip. kyle also has some pretty hefty balls (not exactly breeder balls like simon or price), with the one on the left a little bigger than the right one.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

in my opinion, kyle has pretty good control over his sex drive, so it truly depends on what your sex drive is like. if you have a high sex drive, kyle can match it twofold, always down to dick you down to your heart’s content (or let you milk him for all his worth, if that’s what you want instead). but if you don’t have a very high sex drive, kyle can also match that, slowing his down so that it makes every time you guys do fuck that much better. he’s a soldier, after all—he’s used to having to go long periods of time without sex or jacking off, so if your sex drive is on the slower side, he’s more than capable of waiting. sex for kyle is always about you and your comfortability, after all.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

kyle's usually pretty wired after sex, which is why he is always so adamant on giving you the best (and most thorough) aftercare possible. it gives him a chance to burn off a little bit more energy. even after bathing you, dressing you, feeding you, and carrying you back to bed, however, it's usually you that falls asleep first, with your cheek smushed against kyle's muscled chest and your leg thrown haphazardly across his naked waist. it usually takes about 20 minutes for kyle to finally nod off, but he's more than content to count the freckles on your cheeks or trace the small wrinkles on your face until then. on the rare occasion that kyle does fall asleep first, it's usually because he's laying on top of you still, face buried between your breasts and your fingers slowly carding through his tight curls as your thighs tighten around his hips. but this usually only happens after he comes home from a deployment or mission, simply to exhausted and comfortable to fight the urge to crash after filling you up to the brim.

like they would find you in some podunk town out west, a pretty little thing born and raised on a farm and now trying to make ends meet working as a barmaid in a rundown saloon.

gang leader!price lays eyes on you first, noticing you as soon as he’s leading his boys inside the swinging saloon doors after a particularly successful heist. and he’s more than happy to hand over his gun belt to you once he claims his spot at the bar, barking out to the other boys to “listen to the kind lady, won’t ’cha?” he’s all “thank you, sugar” and “ain’t you a pretty lil thing” as you pour him glasses of whiskey, enough to kill a whole horse but not outlaw john price. he barely blinks as he drains his 3rd glass.

drifter!simon, who’s a long ways from his hometown and the life he used to live, is standing in the corner of the saloon, thick corded muscles nearly bulging out of the denim shirt he’s wearing as he keeps his arms crossed over his chest. he wears a thick black bandana around his face, up over his nose and completely concealing his face other than the honey brown eyes that peak out from his blond lashes. he has the hands of a man who has killed before, but his eyes are proof of the pretty face that lies beneath the mask.

gunsmith!johnny is roaming around with outlaw!kyle, one arm slung over kyle’s shoulders and the other gripping the mug of beer tight in his fist as they prowl the saloon for an easy target. it’s a usual routine for them: johnny distracts the target with his charisma and random weapon knowledge while kyle digs his sticky fingers into their pockets and robs them blind. and they usually get away with it, until price is tight scolding them from his spot at the bar and immediately turning back to you to apologize.

“m’sorry ‘bout them, sugar. been trying to train them, teach ‘em some manners—haven’t been very successful, have i?” gang leader!price would say over the rim of his whiskey, a wry smile plastered on his lips as his eyes rake over your body.

it would take some convincing from price and the other boys for you to follow them back out to their camp, promises of a little horse riding and a look at whatever knickknacks they had gotten (stolen) enough to have your arms wrapped around drifter!simon’s burly torso as his horse clops down the dirt roads and towards the woods.

and you just never left after arriving at their camp, comfortable being passed around and shared amongst the four men if it meant eating johnny’s hunted down and cooked deer meat and having price’s cock down your throat every night.

at least it's better than slaving your days away at the saloon day in and day out, right?

Obviously; it was hard to fucking hide. A big, beefy man with D cups practically tearing his shirt? Everyone was eyeing him, purposefully or not, sexually or not. And Ghost—The dirty fucking dog he is nurtured in this, especially when you came up to him after training.

‘Have a problem with fitting, sir?’

You cooed, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to suck back any temptation, hand innocently tracing along his chest, feeling the tightened muscle.

‘Mmh..Wot’ you gettin’ at, missie?’

He knew what you were getting at, surely. He definitely did; would he admit it?

Absolutely not.

No worries, he won’t retaliate when you’re quickly making work of his shirt, a few buttons shooting out at you like sharp bullets, disregarding them as he allowed you to lift the flimsy vest over his muscular frame, revealing his hairy torso—quickly leaning forward to grope his chest.

Snickering, Simon just narrowed his eyes and looked down at you, letting out a inaudible mumble followed by a hum as your tongue encased the perk of his nipple, top of your teeth scraping over the bud.

Maybe he’d get an even tighter one next time.

sleeping in the solid gold cage that had become your home was a skill in and of itself, perfectly coiling up into a ball on your side with your knees tucked against your chest and your iridescent wings peeking out of the cage bars.

you spent most your time asleep, only being woken up when ghost turned the crank on the far wall and lowered the cage to the ground with a loud thud against the cobbled floors.

the thud shook you from your slumber and forced you to sit up slowly, sleep dripping like molasses from your lashes as you peeked up to see ghost standing before you. his burly arms were filled with a selection of food for you to choose from, ranging from delectable fruits like peaches and strawberries to more savory snacks like cheese and meats.

“didn’t know what you wanted,” ghost muttered under his breath as he dropped to one knee, still towering over you despite being at half-height and scattering the foods out in front of him. “so ‘got a bit of everything.”

you gingerly pushed yourself up to sit on your knees, arm rubbing the exhaustion and tears from your eyes as you glanced over the practical feast laid out before you. you tried to stretch an arm out through the bar, reaching for a pail of strawberries that was just out of reach only for ghost to nudge your tiny hand out of the way with his pinky.

“stop ‘hat,” ghost grumbled and picked up the pail with ease (which, in his grip, looked like a drinking glass), rummaging around the strawberries before finding one that was as plump and red as could be. “y’gonna hurt a wing if y’keep reachin’ like that. just lemme do it.”

you didn’t argue as ghost stuck his enormous fingers through the bars, his hand much too big to fully fit between the bars. the strawberry hung by its leaves between his clawed fingertips, once again slightly out of your reach. so you gripped onto the base of ghost’s thumb, your fingers barely wrapping all the way around it as you pulled his hand a bit closer and took a bite of the strawberry.

“thank you,” you lilted softly around a mouthful of chewed fruit, your fingers gently sliding off of ghost’s thumb as you settled back onto your knees once more.

what you didn’t expect was for ghost to all but drop the half bitten strawberry from his fingertips, letting it hit the floor of your cage with a wet squish as he quickly pulled his hand back and away from yours. his onyx eyes were wide as they traced over your features once more before ghost quickly turned away from you, an audible gulp leaving his lips and spine as stiff as a board.

ghost didn’t even say anything before he left, nor did he put the piles of food away like he usually did. he didn’t even pull your cage back up to suspend you from the ceiling. instead, he opted to retreat into his bedroom and lock the door behind him with a heavy thud.

it would be hours before you saw ghost again, wordlessly stomping toward the crank on the far wall to suspend you once more and away from his sight.

(bonus: you could’ve sworn you could see his clawed hands trembling as he pulled the crank down.)

donkey kong country theme - super nintendo (literally the only thing i listen to while i write)

rabbit hole - deco*27

aishiteitanoni - maretu

1925 - recog

ghost song - deco*27

uhhhmmmmmmmmmm idk who to tag for this.............

but it hadn't been time to eat—ghost was always on a strict schedule, and you'd eat at the same time each day and night.

so you would be surprised when you let your eyes flutter open sleepily and come face to face with a nasty little creature foaming at the mouth near the cage bars, long bony arms trying to poke their way through to caress your soft canvas of flesh. it would be muttering out gibberish words, an amalgamation of how pretty your skin was and how delicious it bet you tasted, the smell of hell's fire on its breath and his grubby palms heating your skin uncomfortably.

and it wouldn't take another second before you're crying out for ghost, scrambling to the other side of your cage with your wings tucked close to your body and tears beginning to frost your cheeks. your fear was almost palpable in the air as the imp struggled with the cage lock, feverishly tugging and trying to unlock it in order to sink its fangs into you.

it only takes a few warbling cries of his name for ghost to materialize immediately, stepping next your cage from a swirling cloud of smoke and hell's fire before his large hand wrapped instinctively around the throat of the intruder.

"and just what d'you think you're doin', eh?" ghost would his between his teeth as he pulls the imp up to his eye level, all snarling fangs and claws barred. "you tryin' to take my pet from me?"

and the imp would be blubbering out choked apologies, trying to explain that he was just following the king's orders, that it was illegal for ghost to have you in the first place—but the imp never even gets to breathe another word before ghost simply closes his fist completely.

you would watch through blurry tears and between your fingers as the imp's lifeless body crumbles to the floor in a pile of smoldering ash and broken bones. you wouldn't even notice the enraged breathing wracking ghost's lungs, the way his clawed fists are tightly closed and shaking limply at his sides.

the only thing to knock him out of his blinding rage would be you letting out another warbled whimper of his name, arms outstretched between the cage bars as you seek him out for comfort. him. the one who plucked you from your home and forced you into his. the one you had barely even spoken to. the one who made you flinch every time his fingers stick between the bars to provide another scoop of cream for you to eat.

and ghost would practically scramble to unlock the cage, pulling you gently from its confines and holding you tightly against his chest. his palm would be the same size as your head but he'd stroke your hair with one of his claws all the same, not even saying a word but simply letting you curl up against his muscled scarred body and cry it all out.