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In a Sleepy Town [Headless Horseman x Reader][pt 6]
Summary: “The horseman who rides atop his alabaster steed, cloaked in crimson without a head.”
In the sleepy town of Moorwick, you are drawn into the legend of horseman when you learn it is associated with your father’s disappearance twenty years ago. When the local ghost story turns to be anything but that, and a bargain goes awry, you delve into Moorwick’s dark history with hopes of saving more than just yourself.
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Chapter Six: You are determined to get answers from the horseman regarding the whereabouts of your father. It goes horribly awry. To make matters worse, new information comes your way about the peculiarities of Moorwick, making the search for the horseman’s head far more complex and there are some people determined to keep it that way.
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The rumpled picture of Colson and your father stayed with you from that day on, laid flat against your chest in the breast-pocket of your coat. Having a piece of him so close to you meant something that you couldn’t place into words, only knowing that it had a heftiness to it, a presence so near to your heart that you could never forget it was there. The horseman had scared you that night when he took it, sent the blood racing into your ears loudly and your mind festering with anger.
You could not recall another moment where you felt so compelled to hurting. Just as an itch beneath the skin was unbearable, you thought fire burned in your veins through your fingertips. That anger did not belong to you, it felt almost as though something else wished to guide your hand.
Doubtlessly, the horseman was unflappable and you would have gained nothing in return. Your wrist would shatter and he would remain pristine, strength boundless, and your death imminent any time he so chose it to be. It made you wonder if there was a lingering piece of him that wished to destroy you still, after these long months nurturing something with him.
Your thoughts spiraled wildly, deteriorated at the notion of what could be. When he helped you find your father; when you returned his head to him, would he draw his blade on you again? Could you even manage to return to an office job in the city after all of this?
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Heat Helper Part Two: Lyle
female reader x male werewolf (explicit)
(Y’all have been so sweet and supportive so here is a sappy conclusion with Lyle!! Enjoy, this is my first work out of a two month writing block so I’m hoping it’s an okay read. More monster stories may be in the future from me.)
Part One
Part Two (4k words)
Lyle Byrne sat in his truck in the stillness of an early morning gas station lot. It was just up the road from the motel – everyone knew that place, the rogues and the lost all found their way to it.
What did that make her?
The woman he paid… to deal with his heat, she was all over him. Her scent on his body, her moans and begging caught in his head, and the warmth of her body against his in the quietest moments of dawn.
Guilt… he was guilty, he’d asked and watched for any sign of her being uncomfortable or coerced. But she seemed to really enjoy it once they got into it. It still didn’t make him feel better about the situation, especially once he realized she hadn’t gone to the motel for the session.
She lived there. She lived in that motel and he’d been in her space, he’d covered her in his scent, and let his emotions get far too strong over a one night stand.
His face flushed.
But he had given his number to her, amidst that extra cash he pulled out for her.
After he’d seen that Plan B on the counter of the bathroom.
Lyle’s body heated again, this rut was so close to being done, but it kept shoving images of her moaning and gripping the sheets.
It took immense effort to not touch himself in the parking lot.
He hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand and snarled. This was it. If she spoke to him, he would deal with what came from it. But he needed to stop thinking and fantasizing over her.
About how much he wanted to bring her home, to spoil her and fuck her, to maybe see her stomach grow with a baby they could cherish and love.
Lyle turned the keys harshly and gunned it out of the parking lot.
The truck kicked up dust on the desert road leading towards the lush mountains. With the sun peaking over the horizon, he drove faster to avoid the inevitability of his fluttering heart.
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