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Let Me Carry Some of It
Title: Let Me Carry Some of It
Pairing: Farmer!Hal Carter x Farmer!Female Reader
Summary: Your husband walked out and left you to face your first winter on the farm alone. You’re determined to keep the land in your family, even if it grinds you down to the bone. Until your neighbour Hal Carter turns up with a truck full of feed, a steady pair of hands along with the terrifying suggestion that you don’t have to carry all of this by yourself.
Word Count: 16.4k (…this got out of hand…)
Warnings: /Explicit Content / 18+, Minors DNI, Friends-to-lovers, grump/hidden sunshine v Sunshine, small-town, Unprotected Sex, fingering, FEEELINGS! Themes of partner abandonment (Readers Ex Husband) Self worth.. No Beta..
A/N: For Small Town challenge Week 2 @thezombieprostitute and @1000plants again first Hal Fic… this one… really umm.. yeah.. I don’t know what happened..Kinda went bang.. Still set in Silver Ridge
You’d forgotten how heavy the hitch bar felt when you were the only one lifting it.
Your gloves were already damp, the cold seeping through the worn patches as you tried to wrestle the implement into place. Metal clanged against metal, the sound too loud in the still morning air, sharp enough to make your teeth ache. You grunted, braced your boots in the frozen mud and dragged the attachment another inch toward the tractor.
It wasn’t enough.
So so so good
Thank you for reading and sharing!
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Be Mine (And Only Mine)
A dark!simp challenge
The focus of this challenge is to combine dark elements with simp behaviour. First, let's dig into what that mean.
Dark elements can include criminal activities, emotional and physical violence, noncon/dubcon, manipulation, and disturbing content.
What is a simp?
According to Miriam Webster; someone (especially a man) who shows excessive concern, attention, or deference toward a romantic partner or love interest
For this challenge, the dark! simp may be either the chosen canon character or the reader/oc (or both, oh my).
So, let's go over housekeeping then dig in!
୨❤︎୧ How to join ୨❤︎୧
You must use at least one prompt from two of the three prompt categories. For example, you may use a dialogue prompt + a trope prompt, or a trope prompt + a kink prompt. You may use more but not less.
Once you have your prompts and have chosen your character, write!
୨❤︎୧ Rules ୨❤︎୧
*♡ Content ♡*
- Tag/warn appropriately; this includes 'author has chosen not to include warnings'. So long as you make the reader aware that they may encounter some 'squicky' content, that is all I expect.
- No racism, bigotry, homophobia, or hateful material.
*♡ Writing ♡*
- You may submit up to four pieces (one for each week)
- If your submission is a part of a series or AU, it must stand on its own and be readable as a one shot.
- Pieces must be a minimum 300 words, maximum 5,000. Use a read more after the first paragraph.
- This is a dark! writing challenge, there may be fluffy or humourous elements but your work must be more dark than anything else.
- No poopy or peepee, no bestiality, no underage, no incest.
- You do not need to request your prompts from me, you may choose and start writing.
*♡ Posting ♡*
- Submissions must only be posted in February as this is a Valentine's challenge.
- Tag me and file under the tag #darksimpvalentines
❤︎ ⋅.˳˳.⋅ ❤︎ PROMPTS BELOW ❤︎ ⋅.˳˳.⋅ ❤︎
Ooooo yummy!!!
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Red Is the Colour of Memory
Title: Red Is the Colour of Memory
Pairing: Winter Soldier x Female Reader
Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+ Mind Control, Implied Violence
Words: 297 words
A/N: Entry for January Jumble Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles - This one hurt a little as I know later this would upset our boyo that he did this..
Prompt: Jan 13th “Arm yourself because no one else here will save you.”
You heard the gunfire before you saw him.
Boots thundered down the corridor, metal on concrete, shouts echoing behind. You were still in your cell; concrete, steel. They’d stopped trying to tame you years ago. Drugs did the job just fine.
But this wasn’t the usual panic.
When he entered the room, it was like the light dimmed.
The Winter Soldier.
Your breath caught. Not from fear, but from the weight of him. The ghost in the dark. HYDRA’s perfect monster. Now he was here, standing in front of you, half-shadowed and deadly, blood on his jaw and eyes like frostbite.
You stared. He stared back.
Then, without a word, he pulled a weapon from his chest rig and set it on the floor just inside your cell.
“Arm yourself,” he said flatly. “Because no one else here will save you.”
“I-” Your voice was cracked. “I don’t remember how.”
He exhaled through his nose. Disappointed? Frustrated? It didn’t matter. He turned toward the wall, eyes scanning fast, calculating. One blow from his metal fist cracked open a hidden panel you hadn’t even known existed.
From inside, he pulled a small red book.
He stepped toward you, flipping it open.
“No-” you whispered, chest tightening, scrambling for the gun. It it was too late.
“Lockstep. Hollow.”
His voice dropped low, brutal in its calm.
“Six, Deluge. Kiln.”
Your body locked. Pain lanced behind your eyes. Your breath came shallow as you fell to your knees.
“Nineteen. Threshold. Eighty”
The fighting outside grew louder. But inside the room, there was only silence and your mind… unraveling.
He knelt beside you now, voice gentler.
“Pier. Brink”
You blinked up at him, no longer sure who you were.
What you would remember who you belonged to. "Awaiting directive."
Loooved the concept❤️
Thank you! Thats what fun aboit scribbles lets you take a few ideas out foe a walk see if they got legs...
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Let Me Carry Some of It
Title: Let Me Carry Some of It
Pairing: Farmer!Hal Carter x Farmer!Female Reader
Summary: Your husband walked out and left you to face your first winter on the farm alone. You’re determined to keep the land in your family, even if it grinds you down to the bone. Until your neighbour Hal Carter turns up with a truck full of feed, a steady pair of hands along with the terrifying suggestion that you don’t have to carry all of this by yourself.
Word Count: 16.4k (…this got out of hand…)
Warnings: /Explicit Content / 18+, Minors DNI, Friends-to-lovers, grump/hidden sunshine v Sunshine, small-town, Unprotected Sex, fingering, FEEELINGS! Themes of partner abandonment (Readers Ex Husband) Self worth.. No Beta..
A/N: For Small Town challenge Week 2 @thezombieprostitute and @1000plants again first Hal Fic… this one… really umm.. yeah.. I don’t know what happened..Kinda went bang.. Still set in Silver Ridge
You’d forgotten how heavy the hitch bar felt when you were the only one lifting it.
Your gloves were already damp, the cold seeping through the worn patches as you tried to wrestle the implement into place. Metal clanged against metal, the sound too loud in the still morning air, sharp enough to make your teeth ache. You grunted, braced your boots in the frozen mud and dragged the attachment another inch toward the tractor.
It wasn’t enough.
Oh yeah.. I see you... *hugs*
Red Is the Colour of Memory
Title: Red Is the Colour of Memory
Pairing: Winter Soldier x Female Reader
Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+ Mind Control, Implied Violence
Words: 297 words
A/N: Entry for January Jumble Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles - This one hurt a little as I know later this would upset our boyo that he did this..
Prompt: Jan 13th “Arm yourself because no one else here will save you.”
You heard the gunfire before you saw him.
Boots thundered down the corridor, metal on concrete, shouts echoing behind. You were still in your cell; concrete, steel. They’d stopped trying to tame you years ago. Drugs did the job just fine.
But this wasn’t the usual panic.
When he entered the room, it was like the light dimmed.
The Winter Soldier.
Your breath caught. Not from fear, but from the weight of him. The ghost in the dark. HYDRA’s perfect monster. Now he was here, standing in front of you, half-shadowed and deadly, blood on his jaw and eyes like frostbite.
You stared. He stared back.
Then, without a word, he pulled a weapon from his chest rig and set it on the floor just inside your cell.
“Arm yourself,” he said flatly. “Because no one else here will save you.”
“I-” Your voice was cracked. “I don’t remember how.”
He exhaled through his nose. Disappointed? Frustrated? It didn’t matter. He turned toward the wall, eyes scanning fast, calculating. One blow from his metal fist cracked open a hidden panel you hadn’t even known existed.
From inside, he pulled a small red book.
He stepped toward you, flipping it open.
“No-” you whispered, chest tightening, scrambling for the gun. It it was too late.
“Lockstep. Hollow.”
His voice dropped low, brutal in its calm.
“Six, Deluge. Kiln.”
Your body locked. Pain lanced behind your eyes. Your breath came shallow as you fell to your knees.
“Nineteen. Threshold. Eighty”
The fighting outside grew louder. But inside the room, there was only silence and your mind… unraveling.
He knelt beside you now, voice gentler.
“Pier. Brink”
You blinked up at him, no longer sure who you were.
What you would remember who you belonged to. "Awaiting directive."
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Let Me Carry Some of It
Title: Let Me Carry Some of It
Pairing: Farmer!Hal Carter x Farmer!Female Reader
Summary: Your husband walked out and left you to face your first winter on the farm alone. You’re determined to keep the land in your family, even if it grinds you down to the bone. Until your neighbour Hal Carter turns up with a truck full of feed, a steady pair of hands along with the terrifying suggestion that you don’t have to carry all of this by yourself.
Word Count: 16.4k (…this got out of hand…)
Warnings: /Explicit Content / 18+, Minors DNI, Friends-to-lovers, grump/hidden sunshine v Sunshine, small-town, Unprotected Sex, fingering, FEEELINGS! Themes of partner abandonment (Readers Ex Husband) Self worth.. No Beta..
A/N: For Small Town challenge Week 2 @thezombieprostitute and @1000plants again first Hal Fic… this one… really umm.. yeah.. I don’t know what happened..Kinda went bang.. Still set in Silver Ridge
You’d forgotten how heavy the hitch bar felt when you were the only one lifting it.
Your gloves were already damp, the cold seeping through the worn patches as you tried to wrestle the implement into place. Metal clanged against metal, the sound too loud in the still morning air, sharp enough to make your teeth ache. You grunted, braced your boots in the frozen mud and dragged the attachment another inch toward the tractor.
It wasn’t enough.
He just... fixes stuff....
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Full Attention
Title: Full Attention Pairing: Dark!August Walker x Female Reader
Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+, Power Play, Degradation, Restraint, Overstimulation, dub con, spit (…in a mood)
Words: 277 words
A/N: Entry for January Jumble Scribbles @societynsoelsscribbles
Prompt: Jan 6th “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
Your wrists burned where he’d pinned them above your head, one of his large hands wrapped around both, holding you down like it was nothing.
Your back arched. Legs spread. His hips slammed into yours with a force that had the bedframe groaning and your breath catching in your throat.
“Don’t look away,” August warned, voice low and rough.
You turned your head, panting…eyes fluttering shut as the pressure built.
He didn’t like that.
His hand shifted from your wrists to your jaw, forcing your face back to his. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
You gasped as he shoved deeper, the blunt weight of him punching another cry from your lips. You didn’t dare close your eyes again.
“That’s better,” he growled. “Eyes on me while I use you.”
Your skin was slick, your thighs trembling, every nerve stretched tight and tingling. He filled you, possessed you, the agents pace relentless, your body already long past any edge of control.
“Thought you were a tough little thing,” he mocked, his breath hot against your cheek. “Where’s all that mouth now, huh?”
You whimpered, lips parting..but no words came. Just broken sounds and his name caught between moans.
He spat down on your chest, watching it drip between your breasts as he drove into you harder.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Say you like being used.”
“I like it,” you breathed, voice wrecked
“Yeah, you do,” he snarled. “So fucking pretty when you’re broken for me.”
His hand slid back to your throat, pinning you more.
You kept your eyes on him, even as they filled with tears.
August smiled, now, he had your full attention.
Aaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh
Welcome back to incoherency!
LOL I love you for this! August would fuck you dumb and we all know it.. just mindless
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Character: Lee Bodecker
Summary: Lee enjoys a lie-in
Prompt: Day 11 "you always let me do this"
A/N: this is late and unedited. Forgive me.
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The sun hadn't broken the horizon yet when Lee's alarm went off. He let out a groan and rolled over to shut off the alarm clock. He let out a soft sigh and attempted to throw the covers off.
Attempted because when he tried to move away, you attempted to become an octopus and latched onto his body. “No.”
Lee let out a small chuckle. “Darlin’ I gotta get up and go to work.”
“Not today. I want to snuggle.” You hadn't even opened your eyes yet.
He rolled back so he could snuggle in close. “How could I refuse?”
You grinned and hid your face in his chest. “You let me do this every time.”
“You think I don't intentionally set my alarm clock a little earlier knowing this?”
“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”
“I think you ought to tell me more. I may have forgotten.”
“Do you really have to get up?” You weren't ready to part with him just yet. He was warm and the air was chilly.
“If you ever want to have a big fancy wedding, I do.”
“You still gotta ask me, Lee.”
“I will. It'll be a surprise when I do.”
“Well I'm ready to be surprised.” You were. You were curious how he was going to ask you and when but you didn't bring it up a lot. You didn't want to put pressure on him if he was nervous about it. However, he made comments every now and then that let you know he was thinking of it.
Lee was more than ready to surprise you. He had a ring ready to sit on your finger. He was just waiting for the right moment. When the right moment was, he wasn't sure yet. He just knew that he would know when the time came.
Plus I'm a sucker for a octopus reference
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Let Me Carry Some of It
Title: Let Me Carry Some of It
Pairing: Farmer!Hal Carter x Farmer!Female Reader
Summary: Your husband walked out and left you to face your first winter on the farm alone. You’re determined to keep the land in your family, even if it grinds you down to the bone. Until your neighbour Hal Carter turns up with a truck full of feed, a steady pair of hands along with the terrifying suggestion that you don’t have to carry all of this by yourself.
Word Count: 16.4k (…this got out of hand…)
Warnings: /Explicit Content / 18+, Minors DNI, Friends-to-lovers, grump/hidden sunshine v Sunshine, small-town, Unprotected Sex, fingering, FEEELINGS! Themes of partner abandonment (Readers Ex Husband) Self worth.. No Beta..
A/N: For Small Town challenge Week 2 @thezombieprostitute and @1000plants again first Hal Fic… this one… really umm.. yeah.. I don’t know what happened..Kinda went bang.. Still set in Silver Ridge
You’d forgotten how heavy the hitch bar felt when you were the only one lifting it.
Your gloves were already damp, the cold seeping through the worn patches as you tried to wrestle the implement into place. Metal clanged against metal, the sound too loud in the still morning air, sharp enough to make your teeth ache. You grunted, braced your boots in the frozen mud and dragged the attachment another inch toward the tractor.
It wasn’t enough.
Oh Society, you did such a great job writing Hal. Your characterization of him is spot on.
Wonderful fic 🧡🧡
Thank you!!! That means a lot! It feels good to write someone new! Even if it was a little scary
What Do They Know?
Title: What Do They Know?
Pairing: Jefferson (OUAT) x Female Reader
Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+ Fingering , unhinged, mutual obsession
Words: 283 words
A/N: Entry for January Jumble Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles
Prompt: Jan 12th “Let them say we’re crazy, what do they know”
You were already laughing when his fingers slid between your thighs, breathless and wild, like you both knew how far this was about to go and didn’t care.
“Let them say we’re crazy,” Jefferson murmured, lips brushing yours, crazed eyes shining too bright.
“What do they know,” you breathed back, biting his bottom lip hard enough to make him groan.
His hand dipped lower, fingers pushing through your wet heat, teasing once before he pressed inside you. You gasped, head tipping back as he worked two fingers in, slow at first, then deeper, scissoring just enough to make your knees go weak.
“Look at you,” he praised, voice wrecked and pleased. “Already soaked for me.”
You clawed at his coat, dragging him closer, your body rocking into his hand without shame. He loved that, loved how desperate you were, how openly you wanted him. His thumb found your clit, rubbing in messy circles while his fingers stretched you open, sliding in and out with growing urgency.
Reality blurred at the edges.
You licked up his neck, tasted salt, felt him shudder under you. Your teeth caught his lip again, a sharp bite that made him hiss, hips grinding into your thigh. “Just as broken as me.”
You nodded, breath coming apart, your whole body tightening as he curled his fingers just right, scissoring wider, finger plunging faster. Pleasure burned hot and dizzy, a coil snapping tight in your belly.
The world outside didn’t exist. Rules didn’t matter. Sanity was a joke.
All that was real was his fingers inside you, his mouth on yours and the shared madness that felt better than truth ever had.
Let them call it insanity.
You were alive.
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Let Me Carry Some of It
Title: Let Me Carry Some of It
Pairing: Farmer!Hal Carter x Farmer!Female Reader
Summary: Your husband walked out and left you to face your first winter on the farm alone. You’re determined to keep the land in your family, even if it grinds you down to the bone. Until your neighbour Hal Carter turns up with a truck full of feed, a steady pair of hands along with the terrifying suggestion that you don’t have to carry all of this by yourself.
Word Count: 16.4k (…this got out of hand…)
Warnings: /Explicit Content / 18+, Minors DNI, Friends-to-lovers, grump/hidden sunshine v Sunshine, small-town, Unprotected Sex, fingering, FEEELINGS! Themes of partner abandonment (Readers Ex Husband) Self worth.. No Beta..
A/N: For Small Town challenge Week 2 @thezombieprostitute and @1000plants again first Hal Fic… this one… really umm.. yeah.. I don’t know what happened..Kinda went bang.. Still set in Silver Ridge
You’d forgotten how heavy the hitch bar felt when you were the only one lifting it.
Your gloves were already damp, the cold seeping through the worn patches as you tried to wrestle the implement into place. Metal clanged against metal, the sound too loud in the still morning air, sharp enough to make your teeth ache. You grunted, braced your boots in the frozen mud and dragged the attachment another inch toward the tractor.
It wasn’t enough.
I didn't expect this to be what it was... but I think Hal's a bit of a dark horse when it comes to depth.. he knows what it is to not be wanted (his own mother sent him off) so I think there's a lot to tap into..
I wanted to think about what he'd be like as a more mature man. We know he's motivated, know he's not affaird of work... so yeah.. was an interesting exploration :) and I toom me a little by surprise too. So glad you enjoyed it!
Moments Like This
Title: Moments Like This
Pairing: Thunderbolt!Bucky x Thunderbolt!Reader
Warnings: Nah just fluff, his domestic, silly kitchen dancing FLUFFF
Words: 280 words
A/N: Entry for January Jumble Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles WAAAAAY back in Feb I posted this and so OF COURSE this the scribble coming for this prompt!
Prompt: Jan 12th “Let them say we’re crazy, what do they know”
He heard the music before the elevator even hit common floor.
Of course it was you. No one else blasted cheesy pop songs in a military-grade compound like it was their personal concert venue.
The doors opened and the smell hit him first; garlic, herbs, something sizzling. Then the sound of your voice, half-singing, half-lip-syncing as you twirled around the kitchen like the polished surface was a stage. One socked foot slid across the tiles as you stirred something in a pan, the other kicked out before you spun. You held a wooden spoon like a microphone, belting out the chorus like it was gospel.
But when you saw him?
That smile..
Wide and unashamed.
It only got bigger.
Bucky though.
He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop the laugh that escape. You were ridiculous. A complete goof. But you were his goof.
You danced toward him with your hand outstretched, like you expected him to drop the stiffness and twirl you into a dip right then and there.
He didn’t. Not at first.
But you grabbed his hand anyway, tugged him into your orbit, the music pulsing through your shared space like it had a heartbeat of its own.
“You know this is a war crime, right?” he muttered, but his fingers were already curling around your waist.
“Let them say we’re crazy,” you grinned, swaying with him like you had all the time in the world. “What do they know?”
He didn’t answer. Just rested his forehead against yours and let you pull him into another spin.
Sometimes, the weight of the years crushed him.
But in moments like this; it didn’t seem so heavy.
Not at all.
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Every Time, Baby
Title: Every Time, Baby
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Female Reader
Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+ Darkish, Power imbalance, Motel setting/secrecy, hand on throat,
Words: 226 words
A/N: Entry for January Jumble Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles - We are going full smut for this one
Prompt: Jan 11th “You let me do this every time.”
It was always like this. Some roadside motel outside the county line. Somewhere nobody knew you. Somewhere you could let him use you like this and pretend it didn’t count.
You were half-draped over the motel sink, cheek pressed to the cold mirror, panties shoved aside. The air stank of sweat and motel bleach, but all you could focus on was the way his hips hit yours; relentless, punishing, brutal. The mirror fogged with every breath, your fingers clawing at the porcelain edge as your body took it.
Fuck
It welcomed it.
You didn’t tell him to stop. “You let me do this every time,” Lee growled, voice thick with something dark and possessive. His badge flashed in the mirror’s light, belt hanging loose around his hips as he buried himself deeper, weight pinning you forward.
His hand slid up, wrapped around your throat. Not tight. Not yet. Just enough to make your body seize, your cunt clench around him in desperate betrayal.
“Say it.”
You gasped, already close. “I let you.”
“Nah, baby.” His voice dripped with amusement, his ownership over you clear. “Say you want it.”
You whimpered as his free hand slid between your thighs, fingers rubbing hard and fast where you needed it most. Not gentle. Not sweet. Rough, mean and perfect.
“I want it-fuck, Lee-I want it.”
“Damn right you do.”
I know right... sometimes you just know what's going to make everything better... *grumbles about not being able to have it*
Let Me Carry Some of It
Title: Let Me Carry Some of It
Pairing: Farmer!Hal Carter x Farmer!Female Reader
Summary: Your husband walked out and left you to face your first winter on the farm alone. You’re determined to keep the land in your family, even if it grinds you down to the bone. Until your neighbour Hal Carter turns up with a truck full of feed, a steady pair of hands along with the terrifying suggestion that you don’t have to carry all of this by yourself.
Word Count: 16.4k (…this got out of hand…)
Warnings: /Explicit Content / 18+, Minors DNI, Friends-to-lovers, grump/hidden sunshine v Sunshine, small-town, Unprotected Sex, fingering, FEEELINGS! Themes of partner abandonment (Readers Ex Husband) Self worth.. No Beta..
A/N: For Small Town challenge Week 2 @thezombieprostitute and @1000plants again first Hal Fic… this one… really umm.. yeah.. I don’t know what happened..Kinda went bang.. Still set in Silver Ridge
You’d forgotten how heavy the hitch bar felt when you were the only one lifting it.
Your gloves were already damp, the cold seeping through the worn patches as you tried to wrestle the implement into place. Metal clanged against metal, the sound too loud in the still morning air, sharp enough to make your teeth ache. You grunted, braced your boots in the frozen mud and dragged the attachment another inch toward the tractor.
It wasn’t enough.
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In My Sights
Pairing - God The Bounty Hunter x Reader
Summary: Day 10 of the January Jumble Scribbles
Prompt - “I never disrobe before a gunfight.”
Warnings - Nothing but fluff , kissing
Word count: 294
A/N - Soon as I heard this line this guy showed up. Three hundred words was not enough.. I may try a follow up 🤭
A/N 2 - Society also made the banner
A name that stood out amongst others. Years spent conditioning himself to attuning his senses. Confidence that was never shaken. And yet nothing could have prepared him for the sight of you perched on the desk in his office of your shared home wearing a silk robe that barely passed your knees.
“Have I kept you waiting Angel?”
Blue eyes raked you hungrily lingering at where the robe rested against your silky flesh up to your face. Striding across the room he reached for the belt cinched at your waist before his hands were caught and pinned to the desk before you pressed your lips to his. The bounty hunter tried to deepen the kiss and touch you but you resisted every attempt before hopping off the desk and heading towards the door. Confused, he stayed by the desk.
“Won’t you let me worship you?”
As you turned and walked backwards you watched his eyes drop to where you began to untie the belt.
“I never disrobe before a gunfight.”
The words barely registered as he watched as your robe fell open to reveal sexy lingerie… and a pistol.
SHUNK.
The brunette blinked as something bounced off his forehead. As you squealed excitedly and rushed out of the room he bent down to see it was a Nerf gun dart. When he saw another pistol laying ready for him near the door he understood. Grabbing his weapon he stole silently through the house to see you scrambling upstairs.
The dart just missed you bouncing off the wall. Glancing down you saw your man with a predacious gleam in his eyes and a smile slowly unfolding on his lips.
”Hope that wasn’t your best shot.”
“Better run Angel. I’ve got you in my sights.”
GOD! GOD GOD GOD GOD!!!
GLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE