#Lonesome Landscape

[geopsych]

Lonesome Drive.

[leatherjacketblesseddreams]

[habatour20]

A lonesome man walking at a desert landscape….. Never be alone.... Join us to Habatour Creations and be what you meant to be…

[pavlive]

All the rooms are empty except one

[maledictus-maleficus]

@zorkaya sent: 💦 zar vc: tell me the filthiest fantasy you have had about me? I just might want to make it a reality.

         "Ahaha! Curious about what goes on in my mind, are we?" Leave it to Zarina to make such a bold request. "If you're sure you can handle it, far be it for me to deny you." 

         "If you must know, do you understand how hard it's been for me to resist spiriting you away to a place for just you and I? Away from all this mortal nonsense you seem so attached to--it's so infuriating that I must restrain myself from caging you up to keep those lovely eyes fixated on just me. In that place where only I could hold you, you'd be solely reliant on me. It wouldn't be a matter of what I want. I'd do anything and everything to you, watching as you slowly break into pieces beneath me. By the time I was done with you, you wouldn't even be able to remember your own name."

         He leans in close to her ear. "Aren't you glad I'm such a considerate husband, Zarina? I know how much your work and family means to you."

[backspinwasheavy-blog]

[afriendlywolf]

Played a game called Lonesome Village. It was pretty cute.

I had a crush on ezra dont judge me lmfao

[deafsignifcantother]

if music be the food of love, chapter one

♥ chapter two! ♥ relationships: aroace Alastor x deaf female reader (queerplatonic) ♥ word count: 2.1k ♥ pinterest board ♥ warnings: reader got hurt by someone they loved before death, reader is shorter than him, bickering, reader loves tea, lonesome reader, alastor invading space ♥ my idea is that reader has a small stereo on her chest that lets out classical music based on her mood. I imagine that it comes from both her chest (softly) and the outside of her manor (loud as fuck).

Your manor is only visible to the town when the lights are on a tall hill and covered in trees. However, even if all the lights were off, people would at least know it's there.

There are two reasons: the tale and the music.

Tale, a story for the newcomers. They speak of a demon who plays music all day, doomed to play music forever. Oh, the music. The music can be heard from even miles away.

It's refined and dainty, and it reeks of misery. The classical music never seems to repeat itself; it goes on and on and on and on. The demons hear you only through your music. When you cry, the violins and cellos grow with a cruel crescendo. When you sleep, the music is soft, almost quiet. Everyone comes to an understanding, assumption, that if the music were to stop, you would be dead.

The demons who try to step closer to your manor will find themselves experiencing unfathomable sorrow and guilt. The sound of your music is the demonic ability you possess, and it's out of your control. Due to the sadness of your death, you are forced into misery in the afterlife. When you were alive, those you loved and devoted yourself to only broke your heart.

Everybody affected by your music feels that grief.

Alastor doesn't understand why people fear your manor. Your love-related pain doesn't affect him at all.

He starts up the hill, moving both on his feet and through the shadows. On his way to your manor, he focuses on the landscape. The landscape is beautiful; the forest below is so dense that the red sky disappears. Personally, he loves the music. He loves tuning in on you and hearing how you're doing. He sparsely gets to visit, so hearing the song of your heart is always so welcoming.

The worst thing to him is how long the damn walk is.

You're in your house, passing through the dining room, when the lights flicker. The people from the nearby town stutter when the usual sad music suddenly becomes upbeat.

Opening the door, you are greeted by Alastor's traditional smile. You're the one that initiates the hug. He gently wraps his hand around you, only for a short time before he pulls away and establishes his distance.

"Long time no see, my dear." He signs, his claws adding a flare to the simple signs. Truthfully, his sign for "my dear" translates directly to "sweetheart," which he's aware of, just putting faith into you understanding what he means.

"I'll start some tea." You sign, turning immediately to the kitchen.

He smiles at the jazz sneaking its way into your music. The people outside know what it means.

Alastor looks around at the new decor; the place is different every time he enters. It's all the things that you enjoyed when you were alive. That's what is most noticeable about you beyond the aura you possess and how stuck you are to the past; you refuse to acknowledge your situation, which is both a curse and a blessing.

From the kitchen counter, you look at him, seeing him behind you, his staff out of his hands.

He leans a bit forward. "I have news! Have you heard of the new buzz, the new project from the princess of hell?"

A small smile forms. "Charlie?" You remember many years ago when she appeared at your door, in tears due to your involuntary magic, begging you to teach her ASL. You politely declined, though you wrote her a long paper about Deaf Culture (often derailing to rant about your opinion on common debates/crazy events). You've never seen her again, but you're confident she's read it.

You continue, "Her projects are... sweet?"

"Sweet and quite peculiar. She believes that demons can be redeemed. How absurd!" His smile grows, his eyes squinting in interest. He knows you're devoted to being good and staying away from violence. He's here to convince you to join her cause.

"Fascinating," you can't help but show your pure astonishment. "She's on our side."

"Oh, how kind you are!"

The tea is ready. You turn entirely away from Alastor, and he lets you. Your thoughts are apparent; he has spent weeks excited about this conversation. He's absolutely fighting the urge to spill out every argument he has; he wants to mention that if you participate, you'll see each other daily. That hasn't even crossed your mind yet.

You pour the tea and take your time, a little nervous to continue the convo. Alastor's eyes remain on your frame, your casual clothing. The last time he saw you, you were dressed up despite spending your days alone.

You hand a cup to him. Neither sign; you stand still, staring at each other and drinking. Both of you already know what the other will try to say next. Your eyes are deep in thought while he is locked on you. The only reason you are doubting being involved with everything yourself is that you know your aura makes others depressed. It is not very good, isolating. On the opposite stance, Alastor always noticed how your music gets positive whenever he's around. He knows (guesses) that in the hotel, with his presence, your saddening demeanor would be no more.

He moves abruptly, you follow, and he sits on a heavily cushioned couch, dipping deeply, which makes him smile. Your soft smile grows—more piano.

"What are your thoughts?" He prompts with one hand. You take a very long sip of your tea before putting it down.

"I wouldn't make them feel comfortable," you explain. "That's all I think about."

"Ever so pessimistic, my dear. You never know unless you come to visit. What do you say?" He grabs his mic and jokingly reaches it to your face, "A simple visit?"

You put a hand to your temple. "My love," you sign without noticing how his lids droop in comfort, "do you really think I would belong?"

He puts his hand to his chin in faux thought. "Of course I do! The princess will approach you with open arms."

You let out a small, broken groan. You're not going to be winning this little debate. Alastor's going to be able to rebuttal everything you say. Knowing that, why is it still so hard to give in?

You put your hands in your lap before returning them to your temples. His smile grows, and the static radiating off him grows ever so prominent, tickling your skin. You look up at him when you notice the change in the air.

The way he looks at you gives away his intentions. He is standing tall in his usual formal way in his seat, but his eyes are ever so casual. He gazes at you more than anything. His smile is still wide and prideful.

You wiggle a finger at him. "Ah."

He squints.

You continue, "You want to see me more, don't you?"

"Who wouldn't?" He plays off, shrugging. "Your captivating presence has every demon in hell dropping their jaws agape."

"Youuuuuu," you smile mischievously, "you want to see me more."

He continues to wave his hands. "Your accusations are futile, go ahead and fill your pretty head with things such as affection," his shoulders bounce as he chuckles, "dreams about how I miss you."

A breathless laugh leaves your lips. Rather than continue the teasing, you let the positive atmosphere linger in the air. You lift your chin with confidence. "Practically admitting it."

"I know what you want me from me." He signs. You smile at how he interpreted it. You don't bother responding. Instead, you give him a sly smile and lift your cup, taking another long sip; his bottom eyelid is twitching.

The last time he saw you, he signed you many compliments and even danced with you to the rhythm of your music. He let you put your hand on his face as he leaned his forehead against yours.

Admittedly, you only started teasing him because you wanted him to tell you that he missed you. Obviously, he did. You didn't expect him to be so stubborn about it.

When you don't respond, he continues. "When I'm here, your heart sings in happiness."

You nod and sign with one hand. "Very true."

"Well, I find the sound lovely."

"Very appreciated."

You watch as he leans back and crosses his legs, lifting and finishing the teacup. You both spend a few seconds without conversation, just looking at each other. In an attempt to hide how flustered you are starting to look, you lean your head back and gulp down the tea to the point where the cup is hiding your face. But you can only keep it in that position for a short time. After finishing the drink, you place it back down, finding that Alastor is already sitting with his fingers intertwined and waiting for you. His eyes sparkle.

"My dear, I missed you very much." And as quickly as the affection comes, it disappears. "I must give the little lady what she wants. There, are you happy?"

"I missed you too, Alastor. Thank you for coming up again."

Sappy, sappy, sappy. Will you agree to return to the hotel with him now?

He straights his bowtie and stands. "My dear, I'm afraid our time here will be cut short; I have a hotel to show you, don't I?"

You stay seated, just eyeing him. Peer pressure, you sigh and try not to roll your eyes. A simple nose exhaling is enough to show him how you feel.

He leans his head to the side. "Is there anything I can do to convince you?"

You finally stand and meet his eyes. His eyes are gorgeous; you love the way he looks at you. He doesn't take his eyes off you when you step close to him. Your hands reach for his overcoat, and you adjust it fruitlessly, only wanting an excuse to touch him.

You smile. "I can cook you something for your long trip back."

"Our."

"Your."

You both lean in, smiles straining.

He tries again. "Our."

"Biscuits, I assume," you turn your heels and motion for him to follow you. The motion you make is beckoning, and when you flick your wrist, he grabs it and pulls you into him. He lets you go to see your response. Your heart is beating out of your chest. You fall for people too easily. His touch is demanding, yet his face is calm, and with how close he is, all you can do is stare up at him. Your feet stumble a bit to adjust to your new stance. He will fight tooth and nail to get you to follow him back; throughout his days, he always wonders what you're doing and your music might sound like. He'll close his eyes and try to imagine the melody in moments of silence at the hotel.

You can't find yourself stepping back. "I'm perfectly okay with where I am." A lie. "Nobody will bother me if I'm out here."

"And nobody will bother you when you're next to me, get it?" After he signs, both of his hands hold your cheeks. He tilts your head back and forth to try and lighten the mood that's getting a little serious.

You try to hold his wrists and pull his hands down, but he fights against you. He lifts your face so he can look at you head-on. The waist bends his body; he curls himself up to you. Your touch falls to his sleeves and then moves to his biceps, your fingers grazing him gently.

The music is fast-paced, like your heart. It sounds almost angelic, a new ethereal sound surrounding it.

"Okay," you fold but then immediately chew on the inside of your lip.

"Perfect!" He presses his forehead to yours quickly before pulling away. He's taking this win. He turns and eyes the room, motioning. "Packing anything?"

With a small sigh of defeat, you place your hands on your temples again. What would you even need? Like a spoiled child, you realize that if you did need something in particular, Alastor would get it for you. You smiled and shook your head to yourself. "I don't think I need anything at all."

"Spectacular!" Another dramatic sign. "Come along then." The fast twirling of his staff blows air onto you when you start to walk behind him, eyeing how his fingers twist. His head turns as he glances at you from the corner of his eye, his head dipping as his smile widens. The static in the air becomes thicker.

You take a deep breath. If you can say 'I told you so' to him, you will be bringing it up until the end of time. He knows that, so it's good that he's confident in himself and his deductions. He'll ensure you won't be leaving and isolating yourself any longer.

[ceilidho]

prompt: reader is a large animal vet making a house call to a certain ex-SAS member's ranch.

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It’s the first time you’ve been called out to this ranch. 

You’ve been to some others in the surrounding area—just last week you stopped by a ranch just half an hour away—but never this one. It’s far out of the way, almost tough to find—you miss the turnoff twice, each time forced to turn back around and squint to find the poorly marked dirt road leading to the ranch. Your shoulders only unclench when the ranch house finally crests over the horizon and you spot the horses milling around in the fenced-off enclosure. 

They must have had an in-house vet prior to calling you out. None of your colleagues remember ever visiting and the ranch is big enough to necessitate one. It sprawls across the landscape, acres upon acres. The kind of ranch that deals in thoroughbreds, horses that go on to graded stakes races. In the pen already, you can pick out Thoroughbreds and American Warmblood, the distinctive spotting of an Appaloosa, even a couple Hanoverians. 

There are men working around the ranch outside of the main enclosure that you park just a dozen or so yards away from, but something about the man standing by his lonesome with the horses makes you pause. 

A head taller than the rest, and built like a redwood. Bandana affixed around the lower half of his face, almost bandit-like. You shake those thoughts out of your head. You’re not here to pass judgement on people; you’re here for the horses. Whatever scars mar his face are hardly your concern (still, rugged, you think, a bit breathless even sitting in the front seat of your truck). 

When he turns in your direction, eyes locked on your truck and then locked on you when you pop into the back to grab your bag, your back straightens. Imperceptibly, yet still. Compelled to measure up somehow, to whatever standard he expects.

He strikes you as the man in charge. “Mister Riley?” you call out, shielding your eyes from the sun. 

He beckons you over with a gloved hand. Even from the distance, he leaves you unsure of yourself, quick to stumble when his stare starts to burn. 

“Doc,” Riley greets you when you’re close enough, and you fight back a shiver. His voice rumbles like thunder, like hooves pounding into the freshly tamped earth, into the dirt. 

“You called about a pregnant mare,” you remind him. 

The bag in front of your legs puts a bit of distance between the two of you, a needed buffer. Up close, he towers like sequoia, in fact, sleeves rolled up past his forearms, old tattoos on his left arm faded like beaten leather. He holds out a hand though, forcing you to take a step forward out of politeness and shake it. Your lips tighten at the touch of his skin. It’s weathered too, coarse palms and fingertips; there’s dirt caked around his nail beds, the kind that never comes out, the world’s indelible mark on the skin. 

He stares at you for a moment without speaking. There’s no helping the way you squirm under his gaze.

“The horse,” you remind him, cheeks hot.

“She’s in the stables; I’ll bring ya to her.”

You struggle to keep up with him, bag bumping against your leg as you haul ass after him. Big as he is, he moves quickly, fast on his feet—used to quick beasts, you know, probably used to anticipating their movements, always one step ahead. Your last shred of decency keeps you from staring at his ass the entire walk to the stables. 

Her coat is a rich coal colour, mane sun-bleached. Inky eyes peer back at you when Riley lets you into her stall. It’s cooler inside somehow, out of the inescapable glare of the sun; the sweat on the back of your neck stays wet under Riley’s eyes though, nervous rather than weather-born. 

She’s gorgeous though, the mare. Pretty as can be. Heavily pregnant too, you can see. Obviously well taken care of too, still decently muscled like she’s still been taken for walks and rides during her pregnancy. 

“She’s too far along now to ride,” he tells you when you remark on that, his voice carrying in the confined space. He doesn’t raise his voice, but it makes you perk up again, at attention, head whipping over your shoulder to look at him. 

“I can tell. A little over two months ‘till she delivers,” you say with a nod, looking down at the chart you have on her. “I can come back for her last deworming before she foals, if you want.”

He grunts, doesn’t answer. You take it as an affirmative. 

It doesn’t take you long to run through her check-up. A docile girl, you coo when she lets you touch her without any sign of aggression, sweet-tempered thing. It’s second nature after all, at this point in your life. 

Still, you find yourself watching Riley out of the corner of your eye, careful under his watchful gaze. Not that you usually aren’t, but still. Your movements feel intentional, precise. 

When he walks you out, you get a bit bolder in the sunlight. Freer to pester him with questions. 

“Did your last vet retire or something?” you ask, fishing for information. It’s probably none of your business, but you find yourself curious anyway. There are a few different vet practices operating in the area, so it’s always helpful to know who’s going to your competitors. 

He shakes his head. “Friend of mine went to school for this—been with me as long as I’ve had the ranch. He got hitched a couple weeks ago though.”

“Moving away?” you guess.

“Opening up a practice,” he corrects, making you frown. That’s worse, at least for you. “On his honeymoon this month though, so he gave me your name.”

“My boss’ name, you mean.”

“That’s right,” he says, and you realize that he’s walked you all the way to your car, half-pinning you to the door of your truck. Just close enough that a new layer of sweat breaks out on the back of your neck. You have to crane your neck to meet his eyes. “Don’t know if I caught yours, little filly.”

Now that makes you stutter over your name, confidence finally failing you. When he hums like he’s caught your name in his head now, mapped it to you with his sharp eyes, you feel yourself swallow reflexively. 

“Not like you’ll need it for long,” you tease, trying to gain back some semblance of control. “Just until your friend gets back and sets up his practice, at least.”

“Not sure about that. Might find some use for you yet,” Riley says, close enough now that you can tell he smells of hay and silage, peppery when you breathe in too heavily. 

And you breathe too heavily. Hard not to when he crowds you up against the truck, hand laying flat on the roof, boxing you in. You wonder if any of the ranch hands are looking over at the two of you, curious. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, head empty. Mouth dry enough now that it hurts a bit to swallow. 

His brown eyes glint in the sun. Honey gold under the light. “I can think of a few reasons to keep you around.”

[darksolitudes]

“The happiest of lives is a busy solitude”

- Voltaire

[mustainegf]

→ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 —➤ 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑴𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑻

I stumbled through the snow, my feet dragged in each step and every move was an effort. The cold bit through my thin clothes like some sort of acid that was eating through me. I know not where I am, nor how I came here. My mind remains awash in a blurred bundle of half visualized images and fleeting sensations.

There had been a form, a man, always in my mind, whose face I could not sharpen to anything more than a shadow. His darkness seemed to weigh on me with something unwelcome. Gunshots resounded sharply and deafeningly in my mind, and then flashes of violence, chaos. Flames, I could see them, smell them, feel their heat on my skin, but everything else was hazy.

My breath hardly came out, visibly white in the freezing air. The landscape was melting in my head, white and gray, as the snow coated trees stretched out endlessly in every single direction. The above sky was stiff, gray, hefty with the promise of more snow. I wrapped my arms about me, trying to conserve what little warmth I had left.

My fingers were stiff, my toes without sensation. I shuddered once more, and it wasn't the cold this time, fear licked at my mind. What had taken place with me? Why couldn't I remember?

The forest was deadly silent; the only sound was crunching my feet in the snow. As all daylight began to fade, so did the temperature. I could not go on much longer. I needed to find shelter, somewhere to rest, even if for but a little while.

I spotted a big pine tree, heavy-branchinged with snow, offering a little protection from the wind, and suddenly I knew that here was the temporary refuge I so desperately needed.

I started towards the tree, each step was of monumental level in effort. At the tree, I collapsed against its trunk, and the rough bark dug into my back. I didn’t care.

I burrowed into myself as far as I could, in an attempt to get warm. Wearying waves seemed to smash me, much like a heavy blanket that dragged me down. I resented it, knowing it was not safe to sleep in the cold, but I was just too tired, too cold to fight it.

Darkness slept in, twisting with foggy remnants of my memories.

Waking up, I could feel the cold morning air. My body ached and I was shivering. The little coat was drawn closer to my already frail body, a thin coat. Above, the sky was stamped with splashes of orange and pink.

For one more moment, I couldn't tell where I was or how I had ended up here.

I shifted around, my back against the rough bark of the pine. I was still lost, all alone, in this huge frozen wilderness.

There was suddenly, jarringly, a throat clearing off somewhere in the darkness. I jerked my head up, and my pulse ratcheted up a step. He stood above me, a mounted, middle aged man with an age face, wide furrows from experience and exposure. He must have been about fifty, had side whiskers, a white mustache, and these piercing blue eyes that cut right through me.

"What are we doing out here all on your lonesome in the snow?" he wanted to know, steady, calm pitch.

I tried to find my voice, throat dry and raw from the cold. "I… I don't know," I stammered. "I can't remember. I woke up… I can't remember."

His expression softened to something sweet, and he finally dismounted his horse, coming toward me with careful steps. "Well, you're not safe out here, missy. The cold’ll kill a little thing like you."

He held out a hand to help me to my feet, and I sat there, unsure if I could trust him. Something about this man told me that he didn't intend to hurt me.

"I'm James Hetfield, sheriff around these parts," he said, offering me his large hand. "And you look like you could use some help."

I took his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. My legs were weak, and I swayed slightly, but he steadied me with a firm grip. "I'm Clarice," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "At least, I think I am."

"Clarice, I’m going to bring you with me. We’ll get you someplace warm, and then we can sort out where in God's name you came from."

I hesitated once again, the sight of the limitless snow and trees frightening me into making my decision. It meant certain death if I stayed there, but going with just any stranger scared me. The alternative, however, was no option.

James helped me onto his mount, climbing up behind me to make sure I was secure. His body heat felt like a godsend, a warm gift. He held me steady as we began our trot through the forest.

The horse's thump was oddly soothing, and I found myself relaxing a little.

The landscape blurred around us, trees sweeping by in a haze of white and dark green. I was leaning back onto James, taking in the warmth of his heavy coat while I could.

We rode in silence for nearly hours, the sound of our passage was the crunch of the horse's hooves in the snow, the occasional call of a bird somewhere distant.

Finally, James spoke, breaking my string of thoughts with his response. "We'll get you to the nearest town. There'll be a doctor there to help you, and we'll figure out what happened to you. You’ll be safe with me."

I nodded, feeling a little comforted by his words, although my memories still remained jumbled. As we rode further to town, I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that whatever was wrong was looming before me, much like some dark storm cloud on the horizon, close and imminent, vitally important in my remembering. But I didn’t. For now, I kept my focus on the beat of hooves and the solid warmth beside me that was the sheriff.

As we rode through the white forest, my gaze was riveted on the mane of the horse. My fingers moved leisurely through the soft coarse hair. Rich chestnut. I stroked it gently, appreciating this beautiful creature. A small smile crawled across my face, the first real smile I could remember.

Gradually, the dense forest started to thin out, and soon I began to pick up the quiet murmur of civilization. Whispers of voices faded by distance, clatter of hooves on cobblestone, and the barking of dogs grew loud as we drew nearer towards the edge of town.

The town itself was a small frontier settlement, buildings of wood all herded together against the harshness of the wilderness. Smoke curled up from chimneys, and people moved through the streets as part of their daily routine. It felt oddly familiar, as if I had seen it before, yet I could not place where or when.

James must have caught the tension in me, for his voice cut through my thoughts. "Don't worry you, sugar. These are good people."

I could only give him a nod. People turned to look at us as we rode down the main street, their expressions curious but not unfriendly.

James guided the horse to a stop in front of a small wooden building with a sign, "Doctor M. Wilburry." He tied up his reins and jumped down first, then helped me down, his hands balancing me as I found my footing.

"Wait here," he said gently. I nodded again and burrowed closer to the horse, stroking its mane for comfort. I watched the sheriff disappear into the building, leaving me out on my own.

I turned around and looked across the street, where I nodded at a man who had been looking too intently at me. He was a thin, tall gentleman with his hat pulled down low. His gaze was not anything but curious, even kind.

Panic took up inside me. I did not know why, but something about the man filled me with dread. My breathing quickened, my heart shot in my chest, and the thought in my mind keep me telling to move far away from this place. The man almost looked alarmed at my reaction.

I ran. My sudden movement sent the horse into a whinny, but by that point, I didn't care. I ran as fast as I could, feet slipping on the patchy ice and gravel that coated the ground as I sprinted down the street. Curious townspeople turned to watch, their faces all melting into a blur as I fled.

I gasped at the effort, my lungs burning, my legs vibrating, and yet still I ran. I weaved thinly around the town, dodging buildings made of wood and shop fronts full of activity, impelled by one thought: the forest, to be alone.

I plunged into the forest, the crunch of snow underfoot familiar, quite the relief after the hard, cold floor of the town. The branches seemed to reach and claw as I turned around corners in my flight, but I didn't slow down. My face stung with the cold air, but it was such a small price.

Thudding hooves, heavy and mocking, suddenly penetrated my ears, getting louder by the second. Was I being chased? Had the man sent someone after me?

I glanced over my shoulder, just hardly getting a look. A rider galloping between the trees, and terror spat at me all over me again.

Nearer and nearer the horseman drew, and I stumbled, my foot catching on some hidden root beneath the snow. I hit hard, the impact being one of the worst feelings ever to shake my core. Before I could scramble to my feet, the horseman had sped ahead, cutting off my escape between the trees.

I jerked up my head, blurry eyed by the tears of fear and exhaustion. There he was. James. He reined in his horse, blocking my way. The expression on his face spitting with anger. His eyes peered into mine for answers.

"What in the name of God were you thinking?" he hollered, his voice cutting at me. "What good is running like that? They’ll think you're an outlaw with all that foolishness!"

I buried my face in my hands, the hot tears burning my cold cheeks, the remnants of snow clinging to my skin.

As he watched me break down, James's anger melted into something else. He dismounted, the crunch of boots in the snow brought him closer. "Look," he said now, his voice gentled, "What was all that about?"

My mind was a puzzle with too many missing pieces.I felt embarrassed for having been so spooked by someone harmless.

James hunched down beside me, his hand on my shoulder. "Hey, it's okay now," he whispered. "You're safe. But I think I want to ask you more about this."

While his words made my stomach queasy at the thought of trying to remember all those awful things, let alone anything from my past, which had been completely erased from my memory.

Nodding, still unable to speak, I let him help me to my feet. My legs wobbled but James's arm around my waist kept me steady enough.

"Clarice," he said gently, "right nearby, I got a little camp set up. It's safe. You want to go there? I’ll take care of ya."

His voice was so calm and casual in compparison with the chaos that had rent me from my hiding place. I took a deep breath, the cold air sharp in my lungs, and nodded. "Please..."

He gave me a small smile. "You're welcome. C’mon now honey, we ain’t got all mornin’."

The forest was so thick and it was very dark near by, and as we finally mounted and rode off, I began to gain some trust in James, believing that he really would take care of me like he said.

[sweet-as-an-angel]

könig and his partner who collect sylvanian families. they see a little bear and tell könig that that's him. he sees a little white cat and tells his partner that that's them. and whenever its a whole sylvanian family with babies and all könig is like "how im trying to be 💯💯"

Sylvannian Family [König x Reader Headcanons]

Warnings: FLUFF, LOTS OF FLUFF, Very Mild Mention of Smut at the End (None Explicitly Depicted), No Pronouns Used for Reader Except 'You'.

This is so cute and wholesome, I–

Okay, so you and König are out at your local toy store, looking at Sylvannian Families figures.

They’re all ridiculously expensive – as is the furniture – but by god are they worth the price.

Your arm linked with König’s, you spot a character set with a little brown bear in overalls.

You poked König, then pointed to the bear.

“Aww, Sweetie, look! It’s you!” You smiled up at König, whose face broke out into light. His cheeks began to tinge the slightest shade of pink.

“Oh?” he said, smiling. “Is that how you see me?”

You couldn’t stop beaming. Neither could König.

“Mhm! My bear; my big, boyfriend bear!”

König gave a laugh and looked back to the shelf. He squinted, crouched down and picked up a box.

He presented it to you.

Inside was another character, all by their lonesome. A small cat with large black eyes.

He smiled, triumphant.

“And here’s you.” König said, passing you the box.

You looked down at it in your hands, feeling the imprint of love König’s hands had left on it.

“My pretty little kitty,” he patted your head. You felt the urge to purr.

“Oh, König,” you said. You unfurled from around his arm and reached up, cupping his cheek and placing a kiss there.

You both decided to buy the bear and the cat, continuing your hunt for a Sylvannian Families set you already didn’t have.

And, just a metre or so away, König made a discovery.

He urged you to see what he’d seen, held you close to him as he pointed to a set.

You could feel König’s heart pounding against your back, his warmth – love – engulfing you.

The set was of two bunnies, taller than the three which stood beside them – their children. Two of them were small – very small – while the last was just a baby, swaddled in a tiny yellow blanket.

You felt your face blossom into pink. König rested his chin on top of your head.

“That’s how I want to be,” he said.

You tried to turn around, to look him in his eyes and unravel the meaning hidden there, but he didn’t let you.

He just held you, tightly, in his arms.

“I want to have this with you.”

You were at a loss for words.

Only after König placed a slow, warm kiss to your crown did he let you see him.

His face matched yours, red in some places and pink in others, lit with love.

You couldn’t stop the smile lifting your cheeks, crinkling your eyes and lighting up the whole store.

“Really?” you asked, breathy.

König nodded, his lips drawn into a thick smile.

“You want to have a family with me, Köni?”

You needed to ask again – needed to be sure that this was real and not some dream bestowed upon you by a bored god.

König leaned down, slowly, slowly, and encompassed your lips with his, consuming them and all the words you wanted to spill from them.

Your hands took König’s face in their palms, smoothing his cheeks, his sideburns, memorising the landscape of his burning face as they had many lifetimes before.

That night, König took you to bed early, pulling you against him, conjoining with you and never wanting to let go.

He injected his love into you, gave you every inch of him as you did to him, promising you a life of nothing but devotion and adoration.

Just a room away, half-spilled out of a toy store shopping bag, peeked a family of bunnies.

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❤️‍🔥Old Flames

billy the kid x rich f!reader

word count; 5.9k words | dividers by @cafekitsune

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SYPNOSIS༇ In Billy’s lonesome world, comes along his significant former lover from his adolescence that he faces once again after being separated from one another. After not being with you for over a decade, he doesn’t know how to face you when he has begun a life of crime, a wanted man with many enemies. He doesn’t want to lose his lover once more, but could she ever love him along with all his flaws? Will their love prevail despite the reputation of Billy the kid?

content warning: FLUFF, eventual SMUT, loss of virginity, violence, slight angst, mentions of abuse, mentions of memory loss, substance abuse¿, ollinger, mentions of alcoholism, flashbacks intended, smoking, mentions of religion/catholicism, storytelling is inspired by the original show’s major elements/events. (billy’s birthname is henry mccarty)

a/n : ask and you shall receive ;) i went kinda crazy with this chapter. all feedback/results considered, i hope y’all enjoy

“Y/n!”

Billy reaches for your hand with his as the gunshots and wails echo from the vast landscape, but you don’t look back.

You stretch your arm to hold his and your gaze stays straight ahead of you. Billy looks back at you, pressing his lips as he forces a comforting smile.

You both slow down to walk as you near the meadows by the river, the moonlight illuminated the water and gave you light. You both stayed silent, not mentioning anything about what you had both witnessed whilst in the forest. He noticed that it wouldn’t be long until you were both back in the perimeters of the town. You glance at Billy, still clutching his hand.

“Henry! Look at your arm!” he heard you exclaim from alongside him and he looks to the bleeding cuts that spread along the side of his wrists. He winced and paused to examine the condition of his cuts, some were deeper than others.

He assumes it was from the recollection of him reaching his hand out to you as you exited the forest and he remembered feeling a sense of pain as he did. However, it was strange that it had only started to hurt when he noticed it.

You grab his arm and examine it closely, some dirt on the cuts. “Must’ve been those sharp branches earlier.” you tsked and you look up at him as he stands there.

You roll your eyes and pull him by his hand towards the river. When you reached the water, you squat down and gesture him to inch closer to you. He watches as you grab his arm and begin to scoop up water with your palm to wash off the dirt in his cuts.

The cold water stings his skin within the first contact but seeing you, distracted him from the discomfort. His gaze is focused on you as you use your fingers to remove the remaining residue of dirt left on his skin.

You stand up and lift the fabric of your skirt, leaving Billy confused until you grab his arm and patted it clean as if the expensive material was a cloth. You notice his stare. “That’s the dress your mama gave you isn’t it?”

“What? Never liked it anyways.” You exhale, fixing your dress.

“These cuts will go away, don’t you say so?” Billy asked and you look at him awkwardly before answering with full honesty.

“Maybe you ought to say something to your mom.”you say. “Tell her you fell while we were playin’.” you suggested but he bit his lip hesitantly.

Frankly, he didn’t like lying to his mom, but it was probably the only excuse he could use, and it wasn’t an old one.

His mom, Kathleen, didn’t like you being around her son all that much but you were his truest friend after all. Your families were only close because of your dads’ long friendship. His parents had immigrated from Ireland with your father before he eventually met your mom while travelling in Mexico.

As you two walked together back home in the quiet night, you and Billy joked with each other throughout the empty darkness.

You’re both laughing after Billy mentions a joke about his stepfather, poking fun at his looks. “He does look like a tomato when he’s drunk.” you agreed.

Billy is looking at you with a smile as you continue laughing. You’re almost close to your house when Billy takes your hand but he interlocks his fingers with yours, something he’d never done before.

“Billy what are you doing-.” he cuts you off with a kiss on your lips, and you kiss him back.

WILLIAM H BONNEY : WANTED FOR NUMEROUS CRIMES

You gasp quietly, overwhelmed by the realization you had come to. Quiet sobs left your mouth as the moment played in your head over again.

The polite man who treated you with profound reverence and kindness was a dangerous man- at least according to the poster above you.

You were pulled away from your thoughts when you hear the faint sounds of Billy’s sharp voice. “You don’t fucking touch her ever again, Ollinger. If you do, I’ll be sure to break more than your fucking limbs,” he growled, gripping the collar of Ollinger’s sweater before slamming him back down on the ground.

Billy uses his non-injured knee to leverage himself up off the floor. He catches your gaze, quickly coming over to you and using his thumb to wipe the tears from your eyes. “Shhh, c’mon with me.” He whispered softly.

You didn’t protest when he abruptly took your wrist to follow him.

“Go for it Billy boy!” Jesse cheers from the tables near the doors. Billy gathers himself after Olinger’s punch to his face, causing his lips to bleed.

“Yeah, Billy go for it. I’ll beat your ass any day.” Ollinger grinned in the same manner that seemed to vex Billy everytime he saw the look on the man’s face.

Billy’s head drops for a moment, his jaw clenching. When he looks up, his piercing gaze is shooting daggers at Olinger’s direction before he forces his body to the ground using his arms.

After threatening the older outlaw, Billy got up, stepping over Olinger’s fallen body. Billy sees your horrified face and all he wanted to do was confront the feelings that ached in his heart.

Billy was a wanted man in many towns across the state and he found it surprising that you had no recollection of him or his reputation from anywhere and anyone.

It was a weird thought that always seemed to wander in his mind but deep down, there was also an underlying fear that you wouldn’t associate with him if you knew what he was capable of, what he’s done.

He wasn’t thinking properly although the liquor had worn off, when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you outside of the bar.

He held both of your hands in his larger ones, “I’m sorry that I left. Jesse got into a fight with one of them Chinese men and got my horse stolen.” He explained but it wasn’t the ideal explanation you wanted.

“Are you alright?” he asks, examining your face and you nod to him.

You sighed, seeing the bloody marks that Ollinger had left on him. You felt an immense obligation in your heart to take care of the small injuries he endured for you. You did owe it to him after all. Your mind couldn’t fathom the alternate circumstance you would have ended up in had he not been there to protect you.

For that reason, you were incredibly grateful for him.

“Look at you.” You looked up at him, your hand reaching for his face. He avoided your gaze as you turned his face to you. He looked worse up close, his busted lip was bleeding. Small cuts all over his face.

“Promise you I’m all good darlin.” He chuckled, watching you examine his sustained injuries. You feel as the blood rushes to you cheeks at the name he called you.

“Your leg’s hurt Billy.” you responded and he shook his head at you, you cross your arms in annoyance.

“No bunny, ‘M fine.” He assures you before making you face him. The nickname has you taken aback because the sound of it is reminiscent to your ears.

“Did he hurt you?” he inquired in a serious tone.

“I’m fine now.” You answer with a small smile. “Your horse got stolen you said.” you quickly brought up and he pressed his lips, giving you a nod. “Well then come with me.” You insisted, holding his wrist as you lead him to your horse. Loosening the rope from the fence your horse was tied to, you turned to Billy. “We’ll go to my uncle’s shop,” you suggested. “He’s got some things there. That alright?” he gave you a small smile of approval.

With that, you made your way to your Uncle Murphy’s shop.

Billy’s heart raced when you lead him to your Uncle’s shop. His heart stopped at once when you both reached the building. “This ain’t a good idea Y/n.” He warned you.

Oblivious to Billy’s own concerns, you reassure him and gesture him to come up to the porch. “I’m tellin’ you it’s alright.” You gripped tighter on his hand to pull him but he doesn’t budge.

“Seriously Billy?” you deadpan and he stands still. you step down from the porch. “Okay princess, where do you suppose we go then?” you question him as you raise your eyebrows in irritation.

“We can’t be going to Jesse’s place alright. Don’t wanna see that fucker.” You spat out, referring to Olinger and Billy shakes his head.

“Wasn’t thinkin’ of that.”

You thought harder before Billy interrupted you. “Got a friend somewhat near here. His name’s Charlie.” he suggested and you nod.

He took the lead of your horse in his hands and you followed him while he directed you to his friend’s house.

You knew there wasn’t any going back now. You took a deep breath and embraced the decision that you made.

Billy looks back at you, watching as the sense of uneasiness appears on your face. “Y’ trust me?” his question had you wondering for a moment, how much could you trust him? After all, Billy was an outlaw for goodness sake.

Being aware of his crimes, you still swept away your doubts. Instilling your trust in the man as you nod to answer him.

Afterwards, Billy grabs the lead of your horse from you and you let him.

As you walked alongside Billy into the empty grassland, the light of the town descended into evanescence, the dark sky and sounds of the wilderness was the only thing that surrounded the two of you as you hiked through the tall grass.

Billy was caught up in his own thoughts. Why did you trust him so easily if you had no memory of him?

You didn’t have to follow him through the darkness but you did. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Maybe you remembered him, he hoped and held onto it.

Until a glimpse of light appeared from the dark, grassy field, Billy spoke up, “That’s his house there.” He says, gesturing to the light that lit up a small house nearby.

He shook his thoughts away once you reached a few feet from the fences. Once you neared the fence, Billy came up to the window to look inside the home.

He knocked on the door and it opened, revealing a man who you assume to be Charlie. He was about the same height as Billy, and had short brunette hair that swept to the side. “Hello… Billy,” He greeted awkwardly, taking notice of his friend’s rough state and your presence.

You awkwardly smile when Charlie’s gaze finds you. “Come inside.” He offered and Billy quickly tied your horse to a wooden post, following you inside.

“What happened to you?” Charlie asked Billy as he sat down on the chair near the window. “Got into it with Bob Olinger,” he answered before continuing, “you know him?”

Charlie gives him a quick nod, looking towards you before asking, “Who might you be?”

“Forgive me, I’m Y/n. Just a friend of Billy’s.” You shortly introduced before a lady’s voice speaks from behind you.

“What’s going on?” Charlie’s wife comes up to him, yawning tiredly. Your eyes find Billy but his eyes are already on you. Billy shared the same guilt you did, for interrupting the couple for your own problem.

“Hey Manuela.” Billy greets in awkward tone and she returns the greeting with the same manner.

“Could you please fetch me any medical supplies you might have? I’d like to fix up Billy here.” You asked politely and she nods, looking at Billy before leaving.

She quickly brings a basket of supplies, placing it on the table in front of you. “Gracias.” you tell her and she nods with a small smile

Charlie places a chair facing Billy for you to sit on. “Thank you both for your kindness.” you thanked them dearly as you sit down and Charlie nods at you with a smile. Billy’s gratitude comes after yours, thanking his friend for letting you inside during this time of night. His wife says goodbye before returning back to their room.

You start cleaning the cuts on his face before bandaging them up. Charlie speaks up, “What happened exactly?”

“He-.” Billy starts but you cut him off.

“Just bein’ an asshole.” you answered with a shrug.

“You still workin’ with them then?” Charlie asks Billy and he nods.

“Y’know the circumstances Bowdre. Surely you can understand.” Charlie takes a deep breath before nodding.

It wasn’t your conversation to hear but you were deeply invested.

“It’s a longer way back for y’all to return all the way back to town so it’s best you stay here for the night.” He suggests.

You quickly worried about what your brother and father would do if they didn’t find you in the morning but Billy’s voice interrupts you. “Thanks Charlie.”

“There’s the guest room at the end of the hallway. Bed should big enough for you both.” His last sentence caught you off guard and a sudden heat rose in your cheeks.

“G’night to you two.” Charlie gave a small smile and you both say goodnight to him.

You turn towards Billy, cleaning up the cut on his lips. Billy’s azure eyes watch you as you focused on him. Once you placed a bandage gauze on Billy’s bottom lip, your eyes lock with his lingering ones. The air in the room stills as the atmosphere between you intensifies.

His gaze fell upon your lips. It took Billy all of his might to prevent himself from placing his longing lips on yours. He imagined what they’d taste like after being apart from you for what felt like forever.

You quickly looked away, standing up and gathering yourself. “Shall we?” you gestured to the guest room.

“You gonna sleep in that dress?” Billy asked you, pulling his leather boots off. You quickly realized and let out a chuckle. “Sorry, I’ll be quick I promise.” your lips form a soft smile.

You headed into the guest room and Billy whispered under his breath, “You don’t gotta be sorry.”

You enter the dimly lit room, taking off your boots and placing them on the ground below the width of the bed. You undressed yourself from your dress. It was lucky for you that you didn’t pick a big dress for tonight, imagining the struggle if you had to walk across the field with one.

With your undergarments left, you struggled to take off the corset. You sighed, trying one last time to pull it off you before giving up completely. You cursed to yourself before you quickly opened the bedroom door and quietly called out for Billy. He looks over to you and grabbed his belongings, walking up to the door which you stayed behind.

He looked at you with a confused look on his face, wondering why you poked your head from the side of door.

“Could you help me take off this off?” you asked with an awkward smile and gestured to your corset.

“Sure.” He answered politely and you opened the door to let him in. Billy removes his hat, along with his belt that held his revolver before he placed them on the nightstand.

He gestures you to turn around and you spun around to place your hands on the bed post to support yourself. Billy begins to untie the laces that trapped you inside the material before you break the silence. “Your leg alright?” you remember that he’d walked a good distance to this house with a bad knee.

“It’s better now. I’ve got you to thank you for takin’ care of me.” He said softly, his breath on your neck causing goosebumps on your skin.

You turn to look at him with an endearing expression, “Thank you for bein’ there to protect me. I can’t imagine what would’ve happened if you hadn’t been-.” he cuts your babbling off with a hush from his lips.

“Shh, you don’t gotta worry ‘bout him now, or ever.” Billy assured you.

“What about you? Thought he was a friend of yours.” you mention and he stays silent for a moment.

“He’s no friend of mine, just work with him that’s all.”he shortly replies and your mind lingers to the rumors you’ve heard recently about a dangerous gang out here in Lincoln, being funded by some business crook.

There’d been many tragic stories about farmers dying recently because of some crook that cheated them and drove them away from their land.

“That better?” He asks, interrupting your train of thought as his cold hand brushing against your arm and sends shivers down your spine.

You pull your corset off and felt Billy’s wandering eyes on you. “Thank you.” you smile and he gives you a small one.

You sit down on the edge of the bed, trying to get comfortable in your outfit despite the cold air stinging your skin. Your eyes fall upon Billy as he unbuttons his vest and then his dress shirt.

His eyes take notice of your staring and he chuckles, “Some would say it’s rude to stare.”

You open your mouth in shock before pressing your lips in embarrassment until you tilt your head at him. You leaned back to place your elbows on the mattress. “Look who’s talkin’.” you tease and he shakes his head at you while he grins. “Have you always been a hypocrite?” You bantered with a cheeky smirk.

Billy couldn’t conceal the love that twinkled in his eyes as it centers on you. He walks closer to you and you catch the light that glimmered within his cerulean eyes. “You’re beautiful.” his words caught you by surprise and you light up with a smile that drives him weak in the knees.

“Well then what are you waitin’ for cowboy?” A cheeky grin forms from your mouth, gesturing for him to lay beside you.

“’M not a cowboy darlin’.” he corrected you with a smile and crawled onto the bed beside you.

You giggled at him and smile. “Just handsome and kind.”, you yawn before sighing, the exhaustion was evident in your sigh. Billy felt his heart race as he laid down beside you, pulling the covers over your bodies.

As you get comfortable, you can’t help the shuddering movements your body made. Since the beginning of winter, the nights were colder and you’d even be wearing twice the layer of clothing. Especially thicker fabric than the material you wore right now.

Billy couldn’t ignore the shivering that came from your body beside him. He turns to face your back before gently putting his arms around you, engulfing your body in his warmth. “I’ve got you.” he whispers against your ear. “G’night bunny.” his words making your heart flutter.

“G’night Billy.” you murmur, and you felt a inextricable reminiscence from saying his name.

The sensation reminded you a word that you recently learned, it felt like déjà vu.

Billy heard as you let out a quiet sigh. You brushed away your thoughts and shut your eyes, moments before your mind immediately drifted into slumber.

Billy could stay like this forever, with you in his arms. He’d never let you go. The nostalgic scent of your pheromones drove him crazy. He wished that he could kiss the skin on your neck and every exposed part of your body, like he used to many years ago…

Your body curls up on the end of your soft mattress as you attempt to dodge his arms but failing miserably. “Billy that tickles!” you shriek in laughter, calling him by the nickname you gave him. He merely liked it because you liked it, it’s origins came from a German name, but it simply translated to ‘protector’ and Billy was yours.

Unfortunately as of right now, he attacked you. “It’s not funny!” you protest but he ignores you, leaning closer to your body. You attempt to push him away but you fail miserably as he tickles your sides once more, earning another shriek from you and Billy laughs at you as he pulls away.

As you regain composure, he stayed hovering above you, slowly leaning down closer to you to leave a little kiss on your collarbone. With his eyes fixed on yours, you looked up at him with doe eyes and he doesn’t resist the urge of pressing his soft lips against yours.

You kiss him back for a moment before pushing him away with your hands on his broad shoulders. This was the first time you’ve both shared a kiss since you were 14 years old. Your mouth hangs open in shock and he looks at you with a similar expression. He immediately regrets his actions but they don’t last for long when you pull his collar towards you to bring his lips into a kiss.

His tender lips move against yours and his cold hand gently grips your waist. The sudden touch of his hand against your skin made you whimper quietly into his lips. His hand snakes to your back as you lean to sit up. His knees rested on the sides of your legs.

The kiss became intense as your emotions did too. His left hand holds your waist as the other softly gripped your cheeks, his thumb brushing against your skin. He pulls back from you before murmuring, “Do you want this? D’you trust me darlin’?” You nod as you batted your lashes at him.

“Yes Billy, forever. You know I’ll always do.” you answered, the sincerity in your tone dragged in every syllable. You knew that your family would definitely not approve of your actions right now, they’d called it the sin of fornication. But it mattered that only your heart and soul discerned that Billy is the one for you.

You smiled at him wholeheartedly and Billy felt his heartbeat race as he smiled back. The love he felt towards you from his soul resonated and sparkled in his eager, blue eyes. You put your hand on his neck as you pulled him into another kiss and he brings his hands down to his shirt, fumbling the buttons on his long-sleeve shirt as he undo them.

He takes it off and pressed his lips deeper into yours, as he wrapped an arm around your back and flipped you on top of him. His head rested against the headboard and you sit comfortably on his hips. The sudden friction aroused you both, causing the bulge in his pants growing as the heat rose between your legs.

As his hand wandered your curves, the other helped you as you removed the dress that weighed you down, the cold air swam against your bare skin. You remove his white shirt, exposing his bare torso underneath and you lean down to lay your chest against his.

The warmth of your skin colliding with his and the same for your lips as you slyly grinded on his crotch, eager for any sensation. Feeling his dick twitch from bliss, his finger pulls at the fabric of your underwear before pulling it off completely as he sits both of you up. He unzips his pants before pulling it down with your assistance and you settle back on him. You clash your lips into his, grabbing his hair as your lips moved in harmony, tasting the desire for one each other.

His hands find your waist, and he subtly moves your hips against his. “Billy, I want you.” you moan into the kiss, feeling his hardened cock beneath your cunt, and the sound drives him weak.

“I want you too.” He soothes and you take his hand in yours, bringing his fingers to the slip of your bra. He pulls it down, revealing your bare chest. He admires you for a moment before leaning towards you to place a trail of kisses down on your neck. He kisses all the way down to your cleavage, trailing wet kisses on your breasts.

Your fingers pull down the fabric of his underwear, revealing his erect cock. Upon seeing it for the first time, you were unsure if you could even handle it but you pushed your doubts away. Billy taking notice of it, slightly grins and pecks your lips softly. “Don’t worry, ‘M gonna take good care of you.” he murmurs lovingly. He uses his arms to flip you around so your back lays against the mattress before he breathes into your neck and kisses all the way down to your chest before stopping right on your abdomen.

Your wetness allows his finger to ease into you and a moan of pleasure and slight discomfort leaves your mouth, urging Billy to continue. He brought you into a kiss to silence you as he moves his finger against your walls before adding another, making you mewl. Your head lolls back from the sensation, “it- feels so good Billy-.”

Billy watches in amazement as your body squirms in pleasure, never separating his gaze from your figure. When a sudden mewl escapes your lips, you use your palm to cover your mouth in an effort to muffle the uncontrollable sounds that his fingers forced out of you.

“Let me hear you baby.” he says, grabbing your hand from your mouth and intertwining his with yours. He continues pumping his fingers through your walls and his thumb reaches for your clit and plays with the bundle of nerves, making you grip his arm for dear life. His fingertips brush against your velvet walls as he curls his fingers inside you, “You’re so wet f’me.” you don’t say anything as you gaze up at him.

Your doe look drives Billy’s thoughts feral and he places a soft, wet kiss on your lips using his fingers to bring your face closer. “I want you inside of me.” you whine as you look up at him and the intensity of his gaze makes your heart jump.

“God, you’re soakin’ all over my fingers doll.” he murmurs, amused by how he made you feel and the way your body reacted to his fingers. You ignore his comment and you beg once more.

“Please, Billy.”

He pulls his fingers out of you, placing his hands on your knees to spread your legs just right for him to slide his body between them. He kneels between your legs, spreading the pre-cum from his painfully pink tip all over his girthy cock as he pumps his length, he bites his lips as he watches your mouth hang low with your breasts heaving.

“You’re gorgeous.” he breathes, feeling the continual rush of excitement to his cock from the sight of you below him.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” he heard you giggle teasingly and he smiles at you with desire in his eyes. He places his elbow on each side of your arms, his body inching towards yours and you feel his tip poke your stomach as he leans to kiss you with passion. “Fuck me Billy.” you moan as you kissed him and he pulls away from your lips.

“As you wish darlin’.” he whispers with a cheeky smirk, placing a soft kiss on your lips and one on your cheek. He leans back, resting on his knees and you feel his tip brush along your leaking entrance and a jolt of excitement runs through you.

He watches beneath you, his hand grips your thigh while the other guides his cock as it slides over your sloppy folds, his tip kissing your clit deliciously with every movement of his hips. His mouth hanging low from the sensation. You gasp softly as he pokes his tip inside. He quickly leans towards you, resting his elbows on the bed.

“Tell me if it hurts alright baby.” he says, thrusting himself deeper into you, your pussy hugged his length so achingly tight that it made his cock twitch.

You wince in pain from the size of him, slightly overwhelmed by the new sensation. He stops to kiss you, and his hips thrust deeper until your cunt engulfs his entire length but his lips silence your moans of discomfort. Billy groans, his cock was sensative from your warmth, how snug his cock felt inside you.

“Let me know when, okay my love?” he whispers to you and you nod. You wrap your arms around his back and lean to kiss him, moving your hips for friction. Your hand comes up to grip his hair as he thrusts his hips ever so gently, being careful not to hurt you.

“Please Billy, fuck me.” you plead as you pull away from the kiss and he obliges, dragging his cock out before thrusting the length back in, splitting you apart in bliss.

“God, you feel so good.” you cried out. He kisses your neck as he thrusts himself in and out of you. He throws his head back in pleasure, feeling your warmth clench around him.

“You take me so fucking well darlin’.” he praises and presses his lips to yours. “Your pussy is fuckin soakin’ for my cock- Y’feel so goddamn good around me.” he moans, slightly biting your neck as he reaches down to suck on it, leaving red marks on your skin, a subtle way to mark you as his.

Your legs wrap around his torso, holding him close to you. His hips pulling away to dive back into you again. You run your fingers through his hair and hold onto his brown curls as you moaned uncontrollably with ecstacy.

Billy can’t take his eyes from your fucked-out state, whining from the immense pleasure his cock gave you. He felt a swell of pride in his chest knowing he was the one who made you feel like this and he’ll make sure he’d be the only one forever. Brushing his thumb over your cheek, he trails wet kisses all over your neck.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he cooed against your skin. His eyes travel all over your glistening body, covered with sweat.

“You’re mine forever, all mine.” his lips clash into yours with a passionate tenderness that melts your chest as you tasted each other.

“Billy- don’t stop.” you moan and he pulls away from the kiss, using his thumb to play with your clit. His girthy length drags through your soaking walls and it coats his cock with your creamy arousal. Yours moans hitch unison as his tip kisses the sweet spot of your cervix, a squeal escapes your lips. Billy groans, feeling himself get closer and closer to his release and your lewd sounds driving his mind crazy.

He kisses you as his hand moves from your clit to your ass, he grabs the flesh and slowly squeezes it. Billy leans backwards to grab your legs and place them over each of his shoulders. Once he thrusts his hips forward, his cock sinks deeper into your cunt, igniting a twist of warmth rising in your stomach with each thrust.

You sob, “god- Billy you’re so deep-.” your voice hitches and he holds your face as his lips devour yours. The wet sounds of his cock sliding into your pussy and your moans of pleasure echoes in your bedroom. You clench around his aching cock, making him moan louder.

“Are you close bunny?” he asks and you can only nod back to him, unable to focus on anything but the heavenly sensation as he drove his cock into you.

“Let loose for me baby- I’ve got you doll.” he says lovingly, pressing soft kisses all over your cheek as you cry from the pleasure. Your hands travel to his back, one hand gripping his shoulder as your nails scratched the skin of his back while you moan out his name. His balls slapped against your skin with every movement of his hips.

His blue eyes watched in awe as your face contorts in bliss, a wave of pleasure enveloping your body as you came undone on his thick cock. You repeatedly moan his name when your orgasm hits you and it’s music to Billy’s ears. Your warmth clenches around him so tight, he’s already pulling out before your enticing pussy could milk his cock raw inside of you.

He’s immediately fisting his cock at the sight of you, focusing on the details of your figure. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head while your lovely chest heaved as you panted, your orgasm washing over you. He lets out a loud groan as ribbons of warm, white cum shot onto your stomach from the head of his cock.

You licked your lip, watching as he throws his head back while the last of his load spurts onto your abdomen. You’re still out of breath when Billy grabs a cloth from his pockets and uses it to wipe his mess off of you. You slightly lean forward to sit yourself up and he puts the cloth away, sliding his body back into your arms after doing so. His arm snakes around your waist while he pulls you into a tender kiss.

“I love you, so fuckin’ much .” he murmurs, his tired voice was deeper than his regular voice and you can’t deny the way it made your heartbeat quicken in pace.

“I love you too Billy, so damn much.” you giggled shyly from his gaze, causing him to smile at you with a look of admiration.

“You’re my girl forever Y/n.” Billy pulled his lips away and laid down beside you, you lay your head on his chest. You look up to him and he’s looking at you with the purest sense of love that glimmered in his eyes. He reaches his hand out to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“You’re so damn pretty darlin’.” he praises, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“You’re gonna make me rot from how sweet you are Billy.” you tease and he smirks.

“What? I’m just bein’ honest.” he replies, wrapping his arm around your back and brushing his fingers against the skin, tracing circles down your spine.

“Whatever you say,” you cooed, “g’night Billy.” you yawn, closing your eyes before he replies.

“G’night my pretty girl,” he murmurs against your head, planting a kiss on your forehead before closing his eyes, “sweet dreams.”

you drift to sleep immediately and billy focuses on your heartbeat.

His mind finally finds relief however, before he could rest, he’s stuck on the conversation he overheard between your father and his stepfather on his 15th birthday.

It’d been about your family travelling to New Mexico for your family business.

The sound of your soft snores pulls him away from his thoughts and Billy holds you tighter. He’s wrapping his free arm around you to bring your naked body closer to his, scared of letting you go.

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[616octoberlane]

lyrics from halsey's 'the lighthouse', most pics here from the photographer alexandra de streiguer, collage by me. alexandra has been the sole caretaker of the isle of shoals in the winter months for 25+ years. a lot of her photos feature lonesome and timeless landscapes, as well as ghostly figures and the hauntingly vast sea. i thought her photos were stunning and related well to the lyrics of halsey's song, which narrates an experience of being a siren leading sailors to their deaths.

[yuesya]

Pre-Shibuya where Kenjaku had meant to deal with Shiki preemptively only to lose almost all of his special-grade pawns in one fell swoop. Like.

Shit. That didn’t go as plan. Definitely not according to keikaku.

Kenjaku, standing in the utterly destroyed landscape by his lonesome: ... I don't know if I should be upset that all the Special Grade curses are gone, including the one that can freely transfigure humans, or happy that Gojo Shiki is also gone.

Kenjaku: (Doing mental gymnastics and rapidly recalculating.)

Uraume, dropping in late on the scene: So does this mean you'll focus on freeing Lord Sukuna as the main goal now?

[camarocarfight]

There's A Demon In My Radio Chapter One An Alastor x Reader slow burn fic featuring human Angel Dust (Anthony), Vox, and many more. Buckle up, and grab the tissues. Rated MATURE for sexual themes, violence, and drug and alcohol use.

There's A Demon In My Radio

New Orleans, 1947

There had been a cabin in the bayou that you dreamed about living in all your childhood. Your family would drive past it on your way to your father's sugarcane fields, and your gaze would be fixated on the log structure. The cabin wasn't much to look at, being a quaint hunting shack and all, but your father said that it had been refurbished after the previous owner had died. It sat empty for years, and was listed on the market for just as long. Talk of the town was that the serial murderer from the 1930s cut up and ate his victims there, but that seemed far-fetched to you. 

Regardless of the rumors and your father's distaste for the idea, you bought the cabin after graduating from nursing school. Not at all put off by the fact that a serial killer had taken up residence there nearly two decades ago. All you cared about was that he was dead, having been shot by a hunter who mistook him for a deer. Truthfully, an unfortunate way to go, but was he deserving of any other?

Anthony, your closest friend, was meeting you at the hospital after work to help you move in. The two of you had been close since middle school, after Anthony had warded off some unwanted advancements against you by Vox. Since then, you had each other's backs, and agreed to a mutually beneficial relationship. Your first time meeting Anthony, you knew he was different. Different in the kind of way that society didn't accept and could very well get him killed if he wasn't careful. After the Vox incident, you and Anthony agreed to ‘courting’. It was the only solution you knew of to keep Vox off your back, and it would keep Anthony safe from any accusations.

For years your plan had worked, but as of late, the pressure was mounting on you to keep Anthony safe. Everyday, it seemed Anythony found himself in some sort of trouble with drugs or with selling himself for money. He would come to you at odd hours of the night either high or sporting the cuts and bruises of his latest scrape.

So it really didn't surprise you when you found Anthony sitting outside the hospital on a bench. Dressed to the nines in a charcoal gray three piece suit with a matching fedora and sporting a black eye. You bound towards the young man, shaking your head in disappointment. Anthony simply grinned, finding your motherly instincts comical.

“Honestly, you need a babysitter,” you took him by the chin and moved his head from side to side, examining the bruise. 

“Nice t’ see you too, Doll,” Anthony took your hand from his face as he stood from the bench. He easily towered over you, being 6’3 and all legs. “Coulda been worse. It was only Val dishing out the punishment.” 

“You shouldn't have to be punished,” you grumbled and took Anthony's arm and the two of you began your walk to the cabin.

“Jus’ forget it, and let's have a nice weekend puttin’ your murder shack together.”

The two of you walked in relative silence, arm-in-arm. From the hospital to the cabin was a thirty minute walk. The landscape changed drastically along the way. Going from the bustle of the city and the stately homes, to plantations that eventually tapered off into the forests that surrounded the bayou. It would no doubt be an interesting walk coming back from the hospital during those Late nights. Your father had offered to buy you an automobile, but you felt they weren't safe. Not that walking such a distance was much safer. 

“I don't know, toots,” Anthony glanced down and eyed you wearily through his blackened eye. “Quite the walk for a gal by her lonesome.”

You scoffed and pulled your arm free from Anthony and rummaged through your purse to find the keys to the cabin. 

“Have you and my father been talking?”

“You know he don't like me,” Anthony murmured and thrust his hands into the pockets of his slacks. 

The man stopped before the cabin and regarded the log structure with an unamused expression. Refurbished or not, it still wasn't much to look at. The windows in the front were caked with dust, and moss and vines had slithered their way up the siding and onto the shingles of the roof.

“What was it about this place anyhow?”

“I don't know,” you shrugged and walked up to the door. As you slid the key into the keyhole, a smile slid across your lips. “There's this je ne sais quoi I couldn't ignore.”

The lock mechanism clicked, disengaging the lock, and the door slowly creaked with the hinges squealing in protest. Light filtered into the vast space of the cabin's main room, illuminating the dust that floated and filled the musty air. The old furniture had long since been removed after the passing of the previous occupant, leaving only an old radio sitting in the corner of the room next to a stone fireplace.

Behind you Anthony whistled. “Smells wonderful,” he stepped past you and into the living space. Under his oxfords the old wooden floors creaked. “Like rotten meat.”

“Anthony, quit.”

“Maybe the killer's bodies are still buried here,” he laughed, but the look on your face had his smile fading. “Awe, c'mon, toots.”

“I really want to make this place home, Anthony. Regardless of what happened or not.”

“And we will,” Anthony put his arm around your shoulders and regarded the space. “‘Least it came with a radio.”

You hummed and walked up to the floor model radio sitting dorment in the corner. The once mahogany stained wood was tarnished and chipped, with years of dust covering its surface that was so thick that it didn't even leave a trail when you swiped your finger across the surface. There was a tiny frequency window that was yellowed and cracked and two knobs that barely turned. 

“It be neat if this still worked,” you reached down and picked up the power cord. The outer sheath was dry rotted and nearly falling apart in your hand. 

“Yeah,” Anthony shook his head. “I wouldn't, unless I want to burn the place down.”

“If the cord is in this condition, then the capacitors are probably dried out too,” the cord fell from your hand and clattered against the wooden floor. “I wonder if this was his radio.”

Anthony quirked a brow and folded his arms over his chest with his right hip cocked. “Are y’ keeping it? No use keeping someone else's junk. Especially since it doesnt work.”

“No, I'm keeping it,” the look of confusion on Anthony's face made you smirk. “It's a nice decoration.” 

“Whatever you say, toots.”