#candlelitcod

Something something Bully!Poly!141 who are yandere level obsessed with poor BunnyHybrid!Reader. They all love messing with your long fluffy ears and pulling on your cotton tail to make your eyes water and bunny nose twitch. :( You can stomp your lil foot and run all away all you want but there’s no stopping them.

Johnny prefers to chase you down like prey while howling for his “sweet Bonnie”. He’ll tackle you down, flip your skirt up and dry-hump you until you’re both cumming.

Prices forces you to sit on his lap and read his paperwork out loud. His large hands wonder leisurely, from pinching your nipples to your thighs. He rubs you over your undies until they’re sheer. He add one spank each time you stop reading aloud because of his actions and spanks your poor bunny ass until it’s bruised for him.

Simon loves to corner you, intimidates you with his size to watch your fluffy ears go flat on your head. He squeezes your cheeks together with his large fingers and kisses you like he’s trying to steal the air from your lungs. He loves to pry your mouth open to spit in before he leaves too.

And Kyle. Mean ol’ Kyle, who pretends to be so caring unlike the others at first. Rubs your back and comforts you when you cry on his lap. “Everyone’s so mean to you bunny aren’t they baby? It’s okay Kyles got you” You trust him with your little bunny heart and that’s how he finds out-

When you bought this (suspiciously cheap) charming cottage in the woods, you knew there had to be a reason, but quite frankly, you didn’t care. It was quite literally the perfect place to isolate and write.

The two-story cottage was stunning, with a small flower garden and lake view. The first floor consisted of a half-bath, spacious living room and kitchen. The second floor was home to your master bedroom and bathroom, which had the most dreamy tub. Sure there was a bit of fixing up to do!, but nothing you didn’t have years to do!

It’s a home you’d only dream about owning, as being a ghostwriter doesn’t exactly pay the big bucks. So when you found this little gem, nothing was going to stop you. 

(Not even the four handsome ghosts that haunt it.)

Move-in day was one word, rough. Doing it alone didn’t help, but you managed to get all of your boxes inside, at least, away from the downpour that had just blessed you. 

A tired sigh escapes you as you look around the living room. This is a mess for tomorrow, you think to yourself as you shiver. It was surprisingly chilly for late April, but Manchester weather and all. 

As you head up, you can't help but feel a little nervous. This was your first time living alone without roommates. As you get ready for bed, you change into an airy white nightgown, sheer and frilly. Sleep finds you quite easily as you snuggle under the covers.

Deep in slumber, you don’t feel the sheets being carefully pulled off you. Invisible hands play with the lacy strap of your gown while another pair pushes it up, revealing smooth, lush legs. Rough groans fill the air, covered by the sound of the rain.

The four men watch you sleep, their little intruder, no matter what the dead says. Their leader watches from the corner, cigar in his mouth, pondering what to do with you. They had no problem scaring people away; have done it plenty of times, but never had they had such a cute, lonesome visitor. He puffs out his cigar, the room now smelling faintly of smoke. 

He watches his men gently touch you, their eyes burning with a dark desire. Even as ghosts, his men had needs.

Needs you couldn't help with, dead or alive 

—— 

As you wake, you can’t help but snuggle deeper into the blankets, the cold air making you shiver. Sniffing, you vaguely smell a lingering scent of smoke, which makes you unwillingly get up. Slipping on a robe and bunny slippers, you make your way down to the kitchen to ensure you hadn't mistakingly left anything on.

Everything looks fine, you think. Chopping it up to being an old house. You gently look around the boxes in the kitchen to find your coffee press. Thank god I remember this and the beans.

As you mentally make a list of things that need to be done, youre greeted by a firm but gentle knock on the door. 

You still, unsure of what to do. You quickly head over and peek through the window to see a large man...with flowers? Covering yourself up with the robe, you move to open the door. If I die, I die.

“Hello?” You say, looking up to the tall man. He was handsome, with brown hair with specks of salt, a thick beard, and blue eyes. Reminds you of the bear form The Bear in the Big Blue House. 

“Sorry to bother you this early, dove. Names John Price, my three men and I live at the house across the lake. Bit of a track, but I wanted to introduce myself,.” he says while handing you a stunning bouquet of wild purple flowers 

His eyes crinkle as he smiles, making your heart flutter. 

“Oh!! That’s so sweet of you!! Ah, please, would you like to come in for coffee? I’m y/n, and thank you! These are stunning!” You say as you graciously take the flowers. What a kind man! you think.

“I’d love to dove, but I have to get back to work. How about the boys and I come over later? Introduce you and all,” John suggests while leaning against your door frame, which you quickly agree to. Getting to know the neighbors sounded like a good idea! Having no idea that the man you just spoke to wasn’t even there, nor were the three men who stood behind you as you spoke to him.

Johnny was downright giddy as he watched you talk to Price. While they could be solid and seen, they prefer to stay ghostly (pun intended) to conserve energy and watch. And watch they did, as your robe slipped up, revealing your lush form to him as you looked for a vase once Price left. He can’t help but groan out, making you look around for the noise. 

“Must be the house settling,” you say to yourself as Simon hits Johnny on the back of his head. Not that Simon could blame him, you were a pretty bird. And pretty birds needed their cages.

——

Soon, it was time to work, and Kyle came around to watch. He snooped, learning everything he could about you. Pretty, smart, and a ghostwriter. How fun. No family as far as he could discern, making him smile. Maybe keeping you would be the right idea after all, as he watches you google DIY projects for the cabin in between writing.

Kyle leans over your shoulder to read your work, causing a shiver down your back. You really need to figure out where that draft is coming from. 

“She writes… Porn???”

You were the town's sweetheart, their baby, the one who stayed. While all the kids your age had dreams of leaving the small town, seeing what’s out there, and marrying someone from a big city— you were content at home. 

You had your father, your animals, and stall during market days to sell bread. Truthfully, that’s all you needed. Sometimes, your father felt bad he couldn’t provide you with new “fashiony ladies' gowns,” as he loved to call them, but you paid no mind. You were content, sheltered, and spoiled with love. 

Until your father passed away, old age finally catching up to him. For the first time, you felt a deep sadness. A sadness you’ve never felt before, it was a heavy burden as you tried to maintain the house by yourself. Word spread of his passing spread like wildfire, and the town had all sent their regards to their town's poor sweetheart.

They worried for you, but that didn’t stop them from finding a new sheriff. Many men had traveled far by carriage to interview, but none were chosen until an older British captain and his three men made their way. Far from home and looking for a new home. The town would be silly to pass up a captain and his men as their new protectors

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Settling in was no problem, as they got used to the station and little inn they called a temporary home. It’s when they started venturing into the small town to learn more about its people, had they also learned about you. 

Whispers about you, a pretty lil thing, all alone now. Unmarried, sweet, and loved by the town. The women especially worried about you, now that your father wasn’t there to guide you. The men couldn’t help but be a little curious, ears perking every time your name was mentioned.

“Maybe we should pay the wee lassie a visit? Send regards and stuff for her old man,” Johnny states, as he watches his team get ready for another day of patrolling. The town was small, quiet, and, so far, danger-free. 

John couldn’t help but contemplate Johnny's words, a pretty girl, all alone is what everyone stated. He wonders how pretty and if you’d continue to catch the attention of his men. 

“Might as well during rounds. But no funny business, ay boys?” He orders the men, getting a nod back from Kyle and Simon, and a mischievous grin from Johnny. He sighs, knowing he’ll have to reel his pup in soon. 

——

Galloping away on their four-horse, the men quickly made their rounds and ensured that nothing had happened on their watch. New safety measures would have to be put in, but it would be no problem for men like them. 

With that, they made their way over to your ranch house towards the outskirts of town. Simon noted how it needed some upkeep, “too much space for a bird,” he grunts out, sharing an understanding look with John. 

They tied up their pretty horses and let John lead as he knocks on your door. A delicious, sweet smell hit their noses as you opened the door. You were a vision of beauty in your long dress. John couldn’t help but frown at the obvious weight on your shoulders and at how you didn’t even check to see who it was. 

——

The firm knocks startled you, as you hadn’t expected any company. Placing your cookies down, you quickly wiped your hands and made your way over.

Much to your surprise, behind your door were four impossibly large yet handsome men. The one with the funny hat smiled at you, making you blush.

“Ah! Hello? I’m sorry, how may I help you?” You smile back, taking them in.

“Names John Price, the new sheriff, and these are my partners, Johnny McTavish, Kyle Garrick, and Simon Riley. Heard you were the old sheriff's daughter and wanted to pay our regards, darling.”

Ah! The new sheriffs! You think, as you invite them in for lemonade and cookies. You know your father would want you to be polite to his successors. 

“Please get comfy Sir's! You must be parched!!”

My you were a sweet thing, John thinks as he watches you scurry into the kitchen, and he knows his boys were thinking the same. 

“Should be more careful,” Kyle can’t help but point out. He’s also upset at how quickly you had let them in but grateful to see your space. 

It’s cozy and warm, just like you, by the looks of it. 

“Gonna have to train our lil bird,” Simon replies, eyes focused on where you had disappeared too. With those words, your fate was basically sealed. 

You quickly returned with a tray that held a heavy pitcher of fresh lemonade and cookies. 

My they’re handsome!!, You can’t help but think! Another blush graces your pretty face as you fidget with your dress, wishing you had worn something nicer. 

After handing everyone their drinks, you offered them a bite. “Please help yourself! Just took them out of the oven; that’s when they're the best.” You giggle out, watching the one with the odd haircut, Johnny, immediately help himself.

“God, these are mazing' Bonnie,” he moans out, making your smile brighter. 

“ Bonnie?” You tilt your head innocently, making Simon clench his fists. 

“Term of endearment pretty bird. Must be hard losing your father. I hope you and your husband are doing okay,” Kyle starts off, sending you a gentle smile. They knew you weren’t taken but were keen on making sure.

“Oh! It’s just me sadly, Father never got around to that. But it’s been okay, hard on the house now that it’s just me. I miss him tho,” you quietly whisper out, shoulders slumping.

John lays a large, warm hand on your thigh, surprising you. You stare into his blue eyes as he says, “We’re sorry, darling. We’re here for you, too, you know. Your father wanted us here to help you.”

“He did?” You question, having no idea these men knew him!