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Cowboy's Sweetheart #1

Hometown Sweethearts sequel

Pairing: Joel Miller x !F!Reader

Summary: Continuation of Hometown Sweethearts: Y/n and Joel returned to Jackson with the small trio of children. Soon speaking with Matthew and Tommy about their travels and the truth of what happened at the hospital. Soon returning to their new home to spend their first days together with their new family.

Warnings: Flashbacks, gore, violence, traumatic experiences, PTSD, angst, guilt, fluff, smut, soft to rough sex, praise kink, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex, talk of failed pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage, comfort talk.

Hometown Sweethearts 👇

|Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 (Finale).|

Minors DNI 🔞 18 below the cut

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The sun was shining through the windows of the garage where Joel sat. He was seated in an old, ragged chair—cleaning a metal butterfly on a guitar fingerboard. Y/n remained sitting by the wall between him with Max sitting in her lap, fiddling with her bunny as he speaks.

"We don’t know what happened. . . We were supposed to take them to their parents and the Fireflies and walk away. You go halfway across the country with someone. . . They needed their immunity to mean somethin’. Maybe I was starting to buy into that whole. . . cure business. Maybe we just wanted to do right by them. And then we made it. We found the Fireflies. And because of them. . . They were actually going to make a cure. The only catch. . . it would kill them." Joel said.

The three vividly remember when the surgeon grabbed the scalpel from the stand and threatened them. "Sweet Jesus." Joel had muttered. "Doctor?" A nurse said.

"What are you doing in here? I won't let you take them! This is our future, think of all the lives we'll save." The doctor told them.

Tommy and Matthew remained sitting in front of them with wide eyes. "Jeez, guys. . ." Matt murmured. "What'd y'all you do?" Tommy asked.

Y/n looked at her little brother as she cradled Max in her arms, "We saved them." She whispered.

Max remembers seeing piles of bloody corpses everywhere in the hospital. "C'mon, baby boy. I gotcha. I gotcha." Joel had whispered as he and Y/n picked up the unconscious teens before the sirens went off. "Cover the exits! Don't let them get away!" The speaker announced.

The two carried the teens out of operating room as Max ran in front of them. ". . . Damn. That's. . . That's a lot." Tommy said. "What does Ellie and Elliot know?" Matthew wondered. "We told them they just ran some tests." Y/n added while brushing through Max's light brown hair—Max rested her head on her shoulder as she hugged her.

"We told them, their immunity meant nothin'." Joel commented. "And they believed you?" Matthew inquired. "Didn't say otherwise." Joel replied. "And. . . Max?" Tommy asked as he looked at the little girl in Y/n's lap. "She was awake during it all. . . she shot someone to protect us. . . She knows the truth." Y/n added. Max lifted her hands and started to sign.

I don't want to die, I was scared. . .

Y/n brushed Max's hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek, "You're home, Max. . . We're not going to let them take you." Y/n said to her, "She didn't want to do the surgery, but I bet they wouldn't have gave her a damn choice on the matter."

Tommy looked at Matt before they nodded. "We should head back." Tommy sighed as he was handed his jacket by Matt. Joel picked up his guitar, backpack, before following Y/n and Max out the room. They manually lifted the garage door and turn to jump onto their horses, Max is set in front of Joel as Y/n got on her own. All five of them begin to exit the house.

For some time, they ride silently into the forest as Max looked around at the trees with a smile. Leaning into Joel as he held an arm around her smaller frame. Their horses treaded through the grass as Y/n glanced at Joel, his eyes found hers as she grinned before looking ahead.

"Almost there." Tommy said. "Yep." Joel sighed, they approached closer towards Jackson and made it at the gates. "Hey! It's us!" Matthew yelled as the gates began to open for them. They entered the enclosed settlement and ride in towards the stables; Joel climbed off his horse and helped Max down. Y/n took her in her arms and handed her horse off to Matthew.

"It's okay, I got 'em. You three go on." Tommy said as he reached for Joel's reins. "You sure?" Joel asked. "Yeah." Tommy answered. "All right." Joel muttered. "About what we were talkin' about earlier. . . I can't say I'd've done different. I'll take it to the grave, if I have to." Tommy said. Making Max smile as she held onto Y/n.

"We'll see you later, Tommy." said Joel before turning and walking with Y/n and Max. They've only spent a week within Jackson, still adjusting to the new life of safety and security. Night had already fell upon the town. Max was tucked into her bed inside her new bedroom within the house; Ellie remained listening to music in her headphones while drawing in her notebook, and Elliot was on the lower bottom bunk bed wearing his own headphones while reading his book.

"Hello? Kids?" Joel hummed before nudging Ellie's chair, scaring her in the process. "Jeez. You almost gave me a heart attack." Ellie sighed as she removed her headphones. Elliot removed his and sat up, "When'd he get here?" He asked.

"I tried knocking." He said. "What's up?" Ellie wondered. "Just checking in. Folks are. . . y'know, talking about how impressed they are with you two and how well, you're all helping out." He answered. "Oh. . . That's good." Elliot muttered.

"Yeah. Tommy and I went out riding the other day and he, uh. . . he and Matt told me a joke and I thought about y'all, it’s, um. . . Oh shoot, now I forgot it, uh. . . It was somethin' about a clock. . . how do you-?" "Um, Joel. It's, uh, it's pretty late, and I gotta get up in a few hours-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, and I’m gonna get out of your hair, I just, um. . . I wanna show you somethin'. Just gimme one second." He said as he left the room for a minute. Ellie turned her head to Elliot and sighed dramatically, making him chuckle.

"Huh? What's that?" Ellie asked when Joel brings in the same guitar he was working on. "Some folks call this thing here a gee-tar." He joked. "Very funny." Elliot grinned. "Do y'all wanna hear something?" He asked.

"Okay." They both replied. "Okay. Promise me that you two won't laugh." "We won't laugh. I won't." Ellie said before looking at Elliot who arched his brow. "Oh, I definitely will if it sucks." Joel scoffed and sat down with his guitar. "I'm trustin' you. . ."

He takes a deep breath and attempts to play the song, Future Days by Pearl Jam. The song he learned decades ago because of Y/n's wishes. The one he played before proposing to her.

~~~

"If I ever were to lose you. . . I'd surely lose myself. . . Everything I have found here. . . I've not found by myself. . ." She sat in chair in front of him as he leaned against the railing on her back porch, strumming the strings of his guitar while she held a glass of fine wine—her eyes were watching his face with admiration.

"Try and sometimes you'll succeed. . . To make this man of me. . ." He remembers seeing her smiling so big, even the moon was envious of her brighter glow, her fingers gently tapping on the glass as her eyes glimmered with the shine of moonlight.

"All my stolen missing parts. . . I've no need for anymore. . ." He lifted his gaze to look into hers, seeing the red filling her cheeks as she bit her lip. Her leg hitched over her other and revealing her thigh.

Her heart swelled at the thought of him learning the chords for this song. "'Cause I believe. . . And I believe 'cause I can see. . . Our future days. . . Days of you and me."

~~~

"There you go." He sighed as he finished the song. "Well. . . I guess that didn't suck." Elliot commented. "I'll take what I can get. She's all yours." He said as he grabbed another guitar and handed them both to the teens. "What?! No. . . No.", "No, no, no. We don't know the first thing about this—" "I promised that I'd teach the both of you how to play."

Ellie sighed and grinned as she held the guitar, Elliot looked at his when she spoke. "You did." "So what do you say, tomorrow night, first lesson?" He suggested to them. "Deal." "Done." They said. "Okay. Okay." Joel chuckled as he stepped back towards the door. "Hey wait. . . Did. . . Did you remember the joke?" Elliot asked. "Um. . . What is the downside to eating a clock?" Joel smirked.

Elliot hummed as Ellie thought about it. "It’s time consuming." Joel answered. They both smiled, "That’s so dumb." Ellie chuckled. "Especially when you go back for seconds." Y/n cut in as she stood by the doorway.

"Hey." They said to her. "Hey. . . Just here to say goodnight to you. . ." She said. Joel grinned while nodding his head, "Yeah. G'night, kiddos."

They smiled as Joel and Y/n close the door behind them. Both Elliot and Ellie strum the strings together in sync.

~~~

Max was asleep in her small room inside of the house where Y/n and Joel resided. Y/n was holding her arms as she looked out the window in her own room, not hearing Joel open her door. "Hey-" "Christ!" She gasped as she gripped a nearby knife. Joel raised his hands as she sighed, "Joel."

"Y/n. . ." He muttered as he stepped in, she sat on the edge of her bed and exhaled. "Why're you here? Came to say goodnight?" She wondered. He shook his head, "Just checkin' up on ya, makin' sure you're sleeping on the bed instead of the floor." His thumb was hooked onto his belt as he looked at her. She was fiddling with the knife she carried, "Well. . . I'm trying the bed now so. . . I'm good." she replied.

He sat beside her and saw her slightly shift a smudge further away from his side, "You sure?" he asked. "Yeah. . ." She sighed. The two remained quiet for a moment. Y/n shut her eyes and held her head, "Why'd you kiss me in that cabin?" He asked her. She groaned while covering her eyes, "Joel, not now."

He chuckled at her response, "I was just wonderin'. . . It made me think about. . . something else." He muttered. Y/n looked at him and shrugged her shoulders, "I just. . . When we both were injured, I thought I'd never. . . never get the chance. . . to do it again, like before." She admitted.

He watched her nervous tic of crossing her arms to secure herself for comfort, something she'd do when she was in a unnerving spot. He reached his arm out and held her shoulder, letting her e/c irises find his. He felt that spark he felt so many years ago when he laid his eyes on her for the first time. That missing light he needed, for himself. The woman he truly fell for and loved.

"Joel. . ." She said, bringing him back to the present as she watched him, "Remember when we first met?" The memory played in his mind like a song, he grew a somber smile at the moment.

~~~

Joel slowly walked off of his porch, seeing a beautiful woman exit the car with a smile on her face. Sarah was playing with her soccer ball on the grass while he moved closer to help the lady with a box she was carrying, "Whoa, there. Here, lemme help you." He said as she sighed from relief when he took the box from her hands. "Ah, thank you, kind sir." She chuckled breathlessly, "You can just place it by the door, if you don't mind."

Joel carried the box to the front door of her new home and set it down, she smiled when he walked back towards her. "So, uh, you're new around here." He said. "Yeah, hah, you must be my new neighbor." She said back to him. He held his hips as he glanced at the porch where Sarah giggled. "Yeah. Sorry, I'm Joel, you?"

"Y/n." She said as she shook his hand, "And who is she?" Joel grinned as she looked at Sarah with a smile. "That's my daughter, Sarah." He said. Y/n looked at him with a grin, "Well, she's awfully talented with that soccer ball."

Joel thanked her for the sweet words, before seeing a young boy laughing as he ran out of the house and hugged Y/n's waist. He stopped laughing when he saw Joel and slowly his behind her, "And who's this? Your little brother?" Joel asked as he grinned at the boy who awkwardly glanced at his mother.

"Oh, how I wish he was. . . But no, this is my son, Noah." She introduced, Joel was surprised by the news. "Your son?" He questioned with a chuckle. "Yeah, he's a shy one." "Am not." Noah muttered.

Y/n laughed as she grabbed Noah by his arm and tugged him forward to hug him, he squirmed as he tried to escape his mother's grip. "Mom!" He whined. "What? You embarrassed of me now?" She grinned when she let him free. He almost tripped over the ball that Sarah had kicked over by accident, "Sorry." She said as she scurried towards them.

Noah nudged the ball towards her, "You play soccer?" Noah asked. "Yeah, do you?" Sarah inquired. "Pfft, I like Basketball." He grinned. She huffed and kicked the ball at him, and he kicked it back, Sarah ran after it and Noah chased after the ball, "It's mine! It hit my foot last!"

Y/n smiled at the two who were starting to shove each other over the ball as Joel chuckled, "There he goes." She sighed. "Y/n, we're done with the kitchen and the bathroom, we're moving on to the backyard." Adam said as Alex ran to his side, "We'll be busy. Is Noah okay?"

"He's good." She answered as they nodded their heads and disappeared into the house. "One of them your husband?" Joel wondered. Y/n laughed as she held her mouth, "Mhaha! I wouldn't dare dream of it, those two are my older brothers. . . There's ten more working inside." She said, "Adam and Alex are the only twins. . . What about you? Any brothers or sisters?"

Joel nodded, "Yeah, got a little brother. Name is Tommy." He replied. "Maybe I'll be able to meet him." She smiled again.

~~~

"Yeah, I remember that. . . Never forgot how beautiful you looked, still do to this day." Joel said to her, she scoffed while rubbing her head. "Dirty liar." She chuckled. "I ain't lyin'. . ." Joel answered, "You're beautiful. . . Always have been."

Even Y/n couldn't hide her blush from his compliment. "Yeah, whatever." She grinned, she took Joel's hand and brought it in front of her. Seeing how much rougher and stronger they've become over the last twenty years, the veins on his forearm were traced by her fingers as he let her do it. She'd always touch his arm before the apocalypse, she'd do it when she was reading or when he was on the phone with someone, even when he was cooking.

She'd always hold his arm and play with it.

". . . Remember when I told you that I had a surprise. . . but I thought it was better not to tell you? Right after our argument?" She said. Joel took in a breath sighed out a yes, he held her hand as she grew a sorrow filled grin, "I was going to surprise you on your birthday, you looked so happy when I pulled you outside to tell you. . . I think you thought it was going to be a new car."

Joel chuckled while she removed her hand from his arm, resting hers on her legs as she sat forward, "But it was something special. . . I didn't get to tell you because of the. . . When we found each other again, I felt everything and nothing all at once. . . I'm sure you did too, we lost everything we loved within days, Joel. . . I held onto the hope, that we'll be okay. . . Sure, it'll hurt and we'll grieve for a while. . . But I still held onto that surprise to tell you, until I lost that too. . ." She brushed her hair back as she sighed.

"I was pregnant, Joel. . . And I. . . It didn't make it. . ." Joel's heart stopped, he saw her foot lightly bouncing on the floor as she closed her eyes, "No one knew except me and Sarah and Noah. . . That's part of the reason why they were excited for your birthday." Y/n paused when Joel held her hand, pulling her to face him and eventually moved her to straddle his lap.

"Y/n. . . I'm so sorry. . . Baby, I didn't know, I didn't mean to say any of that before. . . Was. . . That was the reason you tried to talk to me, wasn't it? You needed someone to talk to. . .?" He whispered to her. His heart cracked at the sight of tears growing in her eyes, she hid her face in his neck. Wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, "I didn't mean to annoy you or make you think of Sarah anymore than you already were. I'm so sorry, Joel-"

"No, no. Don't you dare try to apologize to me, Y/n. . . Look at me." He said as he lifted her tear stained face to look at his eyes, "It ain't your fault. . . You tried to fix what we had. . . You tried to talk to me, tried to tell me, warn me that you were pregnant with our baby. . . but I was the asshole who pushed you away. . . Didn't even consider how you felt. I was grievin' over Sarah and Noah, so much I didn't see you. . . I saw a constant reminder of what I had when I looked at you, meanwhile you were suffering jus' like me."

Y/n closed her eyes again and held his hand that was holding the side of her face, "I pushed you away, ignored you, argued with you, forgot all about you. . . When you ran off, you did what I did when we saw each other again. . . You were distant, angry, bitter, a complete different woman than I had remembered. . . A woman who argued with me, almost killed me, cold towards me. . . But I don't blame you. . . I was just getting a taste of my own treatment. Somethin' you picked up from me. . . You were a survivor, you still are. . . You were tryin' to forget like me, ignore it, push it away, be distant from it. You were on your own out there for a while, meanwhile I had Tommy, Matt and Tess. . . And you were gone. . . Out there by yourself traveling and gettin' into who knows what kinds of danger. . ."

Joel didn't let her go, he held her hips and kept watching her, "I'm sorry, Y/n. . . For everythin', all the shit I put you through, said to you, and had done to you. . . Please, can you ever forgive me?" He asked her. She exhaled when he wiped her tears from her eyes, her hands held his shoulder and one brushing through his pepper salt beard as she simpered.

"Oh, Joel. . . I already did. . . When you decided to stay with me and the kids." She grinned. He tugged her down and kissed her, this kiss was different from before on the radio tower. This one wasn't angry and bitter, it was full of grievance and guilt, a pinch of lust but a full need of love and solace, "Joel. . . What did you say the last time we did this? I thought that was our final time-"

"It won't be." He told her as he pulled her closer and she leaned towards him, letting their tongues tangle together as her hand slid down to his chest to hold onto his shirt. Finding the buttons on his green long sleeved shirt, undoing them and pushing it off his shoulders. She removed her lips from his and grabbed the hem of her shirt before pulling it off of her, Joel hugged her lower back as his lips stared to suckle on the side of her neck.

Her head fell back as she let out a breathless moan, her hand held the back of his hair when she returned her own kisses on his shoulder. Joel brought her back to lay on him as he snaked his hand towards her jeans, undoing the button before she gasped. "Joel." "Huh? What?" He asked, "I do somethin'?" "No. . . Just, I need a shower. I took one two days ago, still not used to this life just yet." She said as she lifted herself on her arms and looked at him below her.

". . . We can. . . do that after this." He suggested as his hands squeezed her thighs, she smirked before kissing him one last time. Lowering her lips beside his ear, "I'll see you in bed, Cowboy." She bit his ear before getting off of his lap.

~~~

Once she was out of the shower, she dried her hair as best she could before putting on a tank top and decided to wear no pants except underwear—she walked to Joel's room. Quietly closing the door to avoid waking up Max who was down the hall in her own room; Joel was removing his shoes as she walked up to him, "Evenin', Mr. Miller." She said to him. A smirked was plastered over his lips as he looked at her, "Evenin', Ms. L/n."

He held her hips and pulled her closer to stand between his legs, lifting her top just a bit to kiss her stomach. Gusting over her mark and her scar from the injury they sustained a while back ago. "Joel." She sighed while running her fingers through his hair. "You smell good, sweetheart." He whispered, he dragged her to the bed and laid her down comfortably on the pillows. "How do you want me to be, Y/n?" He asked while letting his hand run up her side to cup her breast underneath her shirt. "Mmm, however you want, Joel." She moaned. His beard brushed over her cheek when he placed a kiss beneath her ear and down her neck, he lifted her top over her breasts before kissing each one. Swirling his tongue over her hardened peaks as she sighed—holding his head and feeling him grind against her with his strained erection.

He pulled the blankets from underneath her and sat on his knees, pulling off his shirt as she reached for his belt to undo. Joel let his shirt drop on the ground before hovering over her again to kiss her, she pulled off his belt and unzipped his jeans and began to push them down his legs. He kicked them off and slid down her undergarments opening her legs—immediately crawling down to lick her wet entrance.

She covered her mouth as she moaned—clenching her legs around his head while he pushed them open again to thrust his tongue inside of her.

"Fuck. . . Ah! Joel." He growled against her cunt as he sucked her labia, enjoying the desire flowing from her. Using his fingers to stimulate her even more, thrusting his fingers in and out as he focused on her clit.

He let his tongue bury deep into her entrance, groaning at the succulent taste of her wet desire coating his taste buds. Calloused hands squeezing both her thighs and rear as her body shivered from the stimulation. She only spurred him on by holding his hair, combing her fingers through and gripping it with need like it was a lifeline.

Y/n fought the compelling urge to close her thighs around him again, trying to grind on his face as she mewled.

"Right there, yes, fuck, right there, Joel." She begged while her back arched off the bed as her orgasm grew tighter and tighter—about to snap before Joel pulled away.

"W-What the hell, Joel?" She whispered while he moved up her body to kiss her neck and breasts again; Joel pushed off his boxers and grinded against her soaked cunt, sighing at the small relief.

"Darlin', I want you to beg for it." He said in her ear. "Ngh, Joel, that's not fair." She whined as she grinded against his cock, "Don't make me beg, Joel." He chuckled and watched her. "C'mon." He repeated with a smirk. "You cocky bastard." She huffed. "Yeah, I am." He grinned before kissing her, "Y'still gotta beg this bastard."

She growled and sighed with defeat, ". . . Joel. . . Please."

"Please what, sweetheart?" He whispered. "Nm. . . Please, make love to me." She mumbled. "Sorry, baby, I didn't hear you correctly."

"For my sake, Joel, make love to me til I can't walk." She hissed. Joel snickered as he kept rubbing himself against her glistening petals. "That doesn't sound serious, baby."

"I'm gonna make you regret this if you do it right now, Joel." She threatened. "Mm, that sounds like a threat, sweetheart." He was taken by surprise when she shoved him over on his back and straddled him.

A smirk of confidence on her face as she looked down at him, "Been years since I was on top, Joel. . . Remember the last time I was up here, and I made you beg for it?" She taunted him.

He relaxed and put his arms behind his head while watching her, "You gonna make me beg, darlin'? I dare ya." She was frustrated, but she was desperate for his cock right now.

"I'm doing this because I want this." She lined herself up with his length before sinking on his cock, gasping as she felt full once more. Joel's wrangled groan was muffled by her lips, she swallowed his pleasured sounds when she started to rock her hips on his.

He moved his hands and held the sides of her hips to guide her, Joel sat up and kissed her to muffle her moans. She held his shoulders while rolling her hips, cursing profanities against his lips as she clenched around him.

"Joel. Yes, fuck." She whispered. His tongue moved to trace over her breasts—she held his hair and moaned in his shoulder again.

Joel grunted feeling her tug his hair before turning her over on her back, holding the back of her knee up before thrusting deeper. Her hands held the pillows while she bucked her hips up onto his cock, "I love you, so much, darlin'. So beautiful~ Damn—yer so tight. Such a good fuckin' girl for me." He whispered into her ear, she bit her lip while locking her legs around his waist to pull him down into her. "Yes, fuck, keep going, Joel. I'm almost there, almost there." She mewled.

Joel rested on his elbows beside her head—grinding his hips before letting one of his hands sneak in between them to find her clit—circulating it and stimulating her nerves. Their breaths were hot in the night, warming their bodies as they continued to sweat and groan from the pleasure.

His hands held her face as she started to whisper how much she loved Joel, saying it with passion and drunken love. Her hands squeezed his shoulders as she held onto him, "I love you. I love you, Joel." She moaned. Her legs locked around his waist, his hands gripped the pillows while he breathed in her neck—leaving marks from kisses and small bites.

Her nails raked his back, feeling her impending orgasm. Y/n whined before Joel kissed her again, the brush of his beard against her skin, his heavy body rocking into her, the heat making them sweat and gasp with passion. Her soaked cunt clenching around him as he gritted his teeth to avoid waking up Max, soft curses he whispered in her ear making her mewl more.

"Fuck, I-I'm gonna cum, Joel. I can't—Oh! F-Fuck!" She hissed through clenched teeth while holding onto him. She didn't dare let him go, she couldn't, she was on the edge. Joel could feel her squeezing him like there was no tomorrow, he held the back of her head and hid her face in his shoulder so she'll make less noise. She bit down on his skin making him grunt and speed up from the pain that was overridden with pleasure.

Then her orgasm snapped—igniting that small flickering spark into a massive ultra-sensitive, uncontrollable tsunami of overwhelming euphoria that washed over her body. From her nether region to all of her limbs, her arms hugged Joel's shoulders and pulled him into her chest as she tried to muffle her gasping moan. Joel buried himself down to the hilt of his cock before spilling inside of her.

Letting out a weak and broken moan in her ear as his hips stuttered to a stop, twitching with sensitivity as he let out small pants. Y/n was catching her breath as she let go of his body, he slowly lifted himself off and saw his cum seeping out of her aching cunt. He gently pushed it back inside of her—causing her to wince.

"Sorry, baby." He whispered as he kissed her cheek. He laid on his back and sighed as he covered his eyes with his arm, "Shit." She mumbled. "What?" He hummed before he looked at her. "Forgot how good you were in bed." Y/n turned her head and watched him as he smiled. Locking eyes on hers with a grin, "What about last time? Was I not good?" She giggled and turned on her side to look at him.

"Yeah, but, this one felt better for some reason." He chuckled and pulled her into his arms. "Some reason, huh?" He sighed. "Yeah, I'll give it a B plus." She smirked. He scoffed and lifted her lips to kiss her, she accepted and softly moaned when his tongue danced with hers.

"This round better be better than a damn B plus." He growled before pulling the sheets over them, he crawled back under and she muffled her giggles with her hand. "Just what do you think you are doing, Joel?" She asked him as she propped herself up on her elbows—lifting the blanket and seeing him settled between her legs.

"Just earnin' extra credit, Ms. L/n." He chuckled ominously before kissing her clit and licking it, she let out a heavy sigh as she hung her head back. "O-Oh, oh. . . Eugh. . . Yes, very good, Joel." She breathed out with shaking breaths, "Keep going."

Joel didn't stop, and neither did their love making. It lasted for a good three rounds until they both fell asleep from exhaustion in each others arms.

~Y/n pov~

It was warm, soft, comforting. . . Perfect. Something smelled familiar, so familiar. I was in a kitchen, making some something.

"Mom!" "Noah-?" "Were you awake this whole time!? I was in my room-" "Shh, you might wake Joel."

Noah chuckled as he looked at the food I was making. "Ooh, coffee, eggs, bacon, and special morning krispies!" Noah drooled as he reached for a rice krispie, only for me to slap the back of his hand, "Ow!"

"Sit down and wait, or go and wait in your room." I chuckled as I continued to fix up the special breakfast. I turned away to the sink to wash my hands, only to hear Noah gasp when another pair of footsteps soon entered the kitchen.

". . . Mom. . .?" Noah muttered. I dried my hands and looked at Noah, seeing Sarah with wide eyes staring at me as he held something in his hands.

"What. . . is this?" Sarah whispered as Noah turned his hand to reveal the pregnancy test I thought I threw away. I felt my heart drop when I saw it again, but in their hands.

"T-That is. . ." I sighed and walked towards the two, letting my hands cup the sides of each of their faces, "Listen. . . Today is Joel's birthday, your father's birthday. . . And, I think this might be a. . . big surprise for him."

I saw Sarah smile before she quickly hugged me, holding on snuggly as Noah grinned. "I'm gonna be a big brother. . ." He smiled, I could see the tears welling up in his eyes.

"I'm gonna be a sister-!" "Shhh!" Me and Noah hushed her.

"He's gonna wake up soon, don't tell him alright. Go and sit down for breakfast." I told them, I kissed Sarah on the head and kissed Noah's cheek before they headed towards the table.

It didn't take long for Joel to come downstairs, wearing a dark gray shirt and pajama pants. "Happy birthday, dad!" Sarah and Noah said. It warmed my heart whenever I heard Noah call Joel dad, I remember when Noah officially asked Joel to adopt him on his twelveth birthday.

Noah cried when Joel accepted him as his son. "Happy birthday." I said, Noah already wiped his tears away before Joel could notice. He hugged Sarah and him at the same time before walking to me.

"Morning, birthday boy." I whispered in his ear--kissing his cheek as he hugged me. "Morning, beautiful." He kissed me on the lips as our kids gagged at the table. "Oh, hush." I chuckled as he let me go.

I served them breakfast and pinched Noah's cheek when he kept staring at me. "Make it obvious why don't you." I whispered in his hair when I kissed his head.

Noah scoffed and kept eating, "Hitting the thirty-two mark, Joel." I chuckled. "Ugh, don't remind me." He sighed. "Ha, I'm nearing my thirties too." "Dang, mom, I thought you were thirty--Ow!" He chuckled when I hit his head with the kitchen rag.

I saw Joel chuckled as he chewed his food, Sarah smiled as she finished her meal. "So what are we going to do for Joel's birthday?" I asked the kids. "Let's go fishing!" Noah suggested. "What about bowling?" Sarah wondered.

I could see Joel slightly pause, a slight worried look wash over his features. "Joel? Something wrong?" I questioned him, Noah and Sarah both looked at him as he rested one arm on the table. "About today. . . I have work-" "Again!" Sarah groaned, "It's your birthday, dad!" "I know it's my birthday, but the schedule got messed up. Now they're askin' me and Tommy to work today." "Well, how long is the shift?" I inquired as Noah collected the plates from me and Sarah.

Joel shrugged with a upset expression, Noah collected his empty plate as well before carrying them to the sink. "Depends, maybe a few hours or. . ." "Or longer?" Noah suggested, "It's okay, we can stay up and wait for you. Right, Sarah?" "Uh huh, we can sell drugs and give you the money."

I rolled my eyes as I grinned at Joel, "You don't need to worry, Joel. And you two need to sleep, tomorrow is a school day." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your plans-" "Don't apologize, Joel. We still have tomorrow." I told him.

I got up and hugged him, which led to him pulling me into his lap. "Dad." Sarah groaned, "No kissing in front of us-" "I'm breakin' the rules then." He told her before he kissed me. Noah gagged again as he ran up the stairs.

"Be careful, okay." I said to him. "I know, sweetheart."

He got dressed for his work and headed out, that just left me and the kids. I was off work today, which I was grateful for. Noah and Sarah asked if I could help take them to a watch shop.

Which I agreed to, she used the money Noah helped her get to buy a brand new watch for Joel. "Why didn't I think of a watch?" I sighed, "Where'd you even get the cash for this?" "Drugs-" "No, we just gambled with our school friends, we won by working together." Noah chuckled.

I eyed his suspiciously, ". . . Okay, we cheated, but we still got the cash." ". . . That's my boy." I ruffled his hair as the cashier handed Sarah the box that carried the brand new watch.

We stayed inside of the house and had fun watching the TV, Star Wars was the main deal between the two. Sarah wanted to watch Dawn of the Wolf, and Noah wanted to watch Jurassic Park. I settled on Star Wars for the two.

It caught their interest at least. "Haha! That's what Joel sounds like in the morning." Noah chuckled as he pointed at Darth Vader. "No, he doesn't. He sounds more like Chewie." "Bahaha!" "He does not." I chuckled. "So. . . what are you going to name it?" Sarah asked.

I looked at her as she rested her head in my lap, I brushed my fingers through her short blonde hair. My ring glimmered from the light as I brushed through her hair. "I don't know. . ." "Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?" Noah wondered. "I don't know. I'm just happy that this is even happening again." "Why are you so happy about it?" Sarah inquired. "Because, usually I can't even get to this stage at all. Noah was the lucky one. . . but now this baby is a second."

Sarah smiled as she cuddled closer to me, Noah rested his head on my shoulder as we watched Star Wars. Daylight was fading into night, the seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours before we started to fall asleep.

First it was Noah, then Sarah. Not too long after, I slowly started to shut my eyes. Sleep started to hit me before I heard the jingling of keys in the door. I snapped myself awake as I looked to the door.

Seeing it open and Joel enter the house, I instantly stood up. Being careful with the two waking children. "Tommy, I-. . . Tommy. Tommy, listen to me. He's the contractor, okay? I can't lose this job. I understand. . . Let's talk about this in the morning, okay? We'll talk about it in the morning. Alright, goodnight." He said.

I turned on the light, which helped wake up the kids. "Hey." Sarah yawned. "See, told ya, we'd stay up." Noah stretched. Joel sighed as he walked to the couch. "Scoot." He told the two.

They moved aside as I walked to the kitchen, seeing the box where I hid the pregnancy test. I felt my heart pounding as I looked at the three on the couch. "Fun day at work, old man?" Noah mumbled as he sat up. "What are you two still doing up? It's late." Joel said as he rubbed his eyes.

Sarah gasped as she looked at the clock above them, "Oh crud. What time is it?" "It's way past your bedtimes." Joel replied. "But it is still today, dad." Noah chuckled as Sarah retrieved the box.

I set my gift on the counter and watched them, printing the moment in my mind as I watched Noah smile as he glanced at Joel then the box, then Joel again. "Honey, please not right now. I do not have the energy for this." He sighed. "Here." She grinned as she handed him the small box. "Huh? What's this?" He asked. "Your birthday. Noah helped me. . ."

Joel glanced over at me--I winked as he started to open it. I could see the surprised and grateful expression in his eyes as I walked closer. "You kept complaining about your broken watch to us. . . So Sarah figured, you know." Noah mumbled. "You like it?" Sarah wondered. "Honey, this is. . ." He lightly shook the watched as he wrapped it around his wrist.

He brought it to his ear as he hummed. "What?" She and Noah asked. "It's nice, but I-I think it's stuck. It's not-" "What? No, no, no, no." Sarah whispered as she took his hand and listened to the watch.

My heart stopped when I thought if it was truly broken, only to feel stupid afterwards when she shoved his hand away. "Oh, ha, ha." She scoffed. Noah groaned and sat back on the couch. "Still got jokes." I chuckled.

Joel looked at me and smirked, "Where they'd get the money for this?" "Drugs. We sell hardcore drugs." Noah grinned. "Oh, good. Y'all can start helping out with the mortgage then." He sighed as he turned on the TV for them before getting up. "Stsh--yeah, you wish." Sarah laughed as she laid back down. "Mom has a gift for you." Noah yawned

I smiled as Joel approached me--letting his hands pull me closer by my hips. He kissed my cheek and hugged me. "M'sorry I'm late." He whispered to me. "Don't be, I'm glad you're back." I kissed him before glancing at the kids who had already fallen asleep.

"Something wrong?" He asked me. "No, nothings wrong. It's perfect." I told him, I kissed him again--hugging my arms around his shoulders, "I love you, Joel." "I love you, too, darlin'. So much." He smiled tiredly.

I kissed his jaw and then his nose, being thirty-two, he still looked sexy. "And to think I had two special presents for you." I whispered to him. His breathless chuckles made my stomach flutter as he cupped my lower back. "Two presents? And they're special? Y'don't mind tellin' me, do you?" He smirked. "I do mind, actually. But since it's not your birthday anymore, I guess you can't get them-" "No, baby, c'mon, don't do that to me." He grinned. "First let's carry them to bed." I suggested.

Joel nodded and allowed me to help carry the two into their bedrooms. We kissed them both goodnight, afterwards Joel led me out to the backyard patio. He lifted my hand and kissed it, I let him sit down in a chair.

"So what was my first gift?" He smirked as he caressed my hand. "It was going to be a night of you and in me in bed together, where I would've been the one to pleasure you only. But I suppose we can think of something else to do for the moment."

He chuckled as he traced the ring on my finger, "And what about the second?" "Well. . . Let me go get it." I smiled, I hurried inside and grabbed the small wrapped box. I walked out and presented it to him, "I just hope this doesn't. . . cause anything to happen between us."

"Nothing is goin' to happen, why are you so worried?" "Because this is a big deal and. . . I'm excited. Open it!" I smiled, he started to open the wrapping before something crashed from next door.

"What was that?" I muttered. "I don't know. . ." He stood and looked at the neighbors house. "Joel. . .?" "Stay here-" "What? No, I'm coming with you-" "Y/n, I don't think-"

We were cut off by one of the Cooper's screaming bloody murder. "Oh my go- Joel, we have to call the cops." "You stay with the kids. I'll be back." "Joel!" I whispered as he quickly hurried to the neighbors house.

I turned and ran back to the kids, I wanted to run after him, but I knew that was dangerous to whatever that was out there.

"Uncle Tommy, what time is it?" I heard Sarah ask after I heard a phone ring. Tommy was calling? This was serious if Tommy contacted us. "Uncle Tommy? Hello?" "What was that all about?" Noah asked. I hurried up the stairs and saw the two looking into Joel's bedroom.

"Dad? Daddy? Mom? You in here?" Sarah asked. "Kids, I'm right here." I said, Sarah hugged me as Noah looked at the TV screen. "It appears that what we initially reported as riots seem to be somehow connected to the nationwide pandemic."

"Where the heck is dad?" Sarah asked me. "He went to check on the neighbors-" "We've received reports that victims afflicted with the infection show signs of increased aggression and-" "That's nearby." Noah muttered as he looked out the window at the city.

"There's a gas leak. Hey--move!" A cop said to the reporter "There's some commotion coming from beh-" "Get out of here!" "Lady, get the hell outta here right-" An explosion erupted from the city and made the feed to go dead. "Uh. . .what was that?" Sarah mumbled as she and Noah watched the smoke of the explosion from the window.

"Mom, what's going on?" Noah questioned. "I don't know, but we need to go downstairs. Right now."

Sarah found Joel's phone on the counter and brought it to us. "There's his phone. Eight missed calls? Tommy said: Where the hell are you? Call me. . . and On my way." "Even Tommy is worried." I grabbed my phone and looked at the missed calls I had from my brothers.

Please let this be a bad dream, please let me wake up. . .

To be continued.

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My Master List

Welcome to this master list of many fandoms and upcoming posts and more! Enjoy and follow for more.

Feel free to request oneshots, smuts, angst, fluff etc.

There is more to be added to this list. It's going to be updated so much 😂

What I won't write

I won't be writing LGBTQ+ content for private reasons (I am not homophobic, I promise)

I will not write any relationship that contains pedophilia.

I will not use they/them/ze/zir/etc pronouns for Y/n. Just he/him or she/her.

I will not write incest relationships.

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The Last of Us Master List

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Hometown Sweethearts mini-series 1

Despair at it's Finest 2

The Roundup 3

The Disconnection 4

Can you feel my Heart 5

Fatal Flaw of the Fall 6

No man but You 7 (Finale)

Two in One (Oneshot Joel x Reader TBA)

Not an Accident (Oneshot Joel x Reader TBA)

Cowboy's Sweet Heart Mini-series 1

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Arthur Morgan x Reader

Richer than Gold 1

Precious like Diamonds 2

Tougher than Iron 3

Sweeter than Honey 4 TBA

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Mission 69 I

Mission 69 II

Mission 69 III TBA

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John Wick x Reader

The Jade Viper 1

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The Jade Viper 3

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One with the Force (Ezra Bridger x Reader)

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Hola, I'd like to request an Ezra Bridger x fem! Jedi Padawan reader?

Where poor old Kanan Jarrus must train two force sensitive individuals such as Ezra Bridger and Y/n Y/l/n, and has them dual and train together in order to become stronger. When their dual becomes harder, faster and more violent (them trying to show off to each other CAUSE THEY GOT THAT LOVIN' FEELIN') Kanan has to throw'em apart with tha force and then Kanan leaves, they apologize, confess and bOOM. S.mu.t.

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One with the Force

Pairing: Ezra Bridger x !F!Jedi!Reader

Summary: The relationship between Ezra and Y/n was a peculiar one, especially since they're both highly sensitive to the Force. Kanan was chosen to train them, he soon had them duel together—unknowingly sparking their irrevocable love for each other after the match.

Warnings: fighting, sparring, teasing, mutual pining, flirting, sexual tension, heavy makeout session, smut, PnV, gentle to rough smut, semi-public sex, unprotected.

Characters are aged up 18+

Minors DNI 🔞 18 below the cut

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Y/n remained sitting in her bunker she shared with Sabine, wondering how she'll confess her true feelings towards her close friend, Ezra. Ever since she's met the boy, she couldn't get over him, he was a Jedi like her.

She was embarrassed when Kanan would tease her about her feelings, Hera would usually try to get to two to spend time together. Ezra also shared the same feelings for his partner in training.

Now here she was, holding her humming lightsaber as she watched Ezra's face. "Okay, don't go crazy, this isn't a fight, this is just sparring." Kanan warned them.

Y/n nodded her head as Ezra took a deep breath. Kanan stepped back and initiated the match, Ezra charged forward and Y/n used the force to throw him off course.

He stumbled to the right as she came running and slashed at him—he blocked her saber and continued to block her hits. She was quicker, agile with her strike. Ezra was fast to sense her movements, their connection strong, even Kanan could feel it.

The heat was radiating off of their lightsabers, Ezra was speeding up, Y/n was growing more ferocity. She wanted to win, to prove how strong she was, how worthy she was to Ezra.

Ezra wanted to win to show that he wasn't weak, he was strong, for her. He wanted her to notice him. They continued to spar, the heat growing as rocks and pebbles rolled out of their way from the force emitting from the two.

Kanan grew more anxious as the lightsabers nearly cut into the students arms or legs, Ezra's saber flew right over her head, her kick knocked him aside as she swung her saber at his legs—he jumped luckily.

"Alright-" they kept fighting, "Enough you two." Ezra swung and she blocked it, using the force to hold his lightsaber out of the way. "Hey!" He broke out and charged at her, jumping and using his lightsaber to aim for her arm.

"Enough!" Kanan yelled as he used the force to knock the two apart. "Ow!" They both complained once they landed on the harsh ground.

"I told you to stop, and you both ignored me." Kanan scolded as he held his head, "I don't wanna know what was going through your heads, just get. Go and rest, you'll need it for tomorrow."

Y/n groaned as she sat up, Ezra was there to help her up before he awkwardly dismissed himself and walked away. Y/n rubbed her head as she battled her inner confidence, should she confess to him? Forget about it?

She shivered as she ran after him, he made into the Ghost and she followed him quickly. It was empty since Hera had taken the crew elsewhere and left the three to train alone.

Y/n lifted her hand and knocked on the doors to Ezra's room—it opened immediately.

~Y/n pov~

My heart was racing as I looked into Ezra's blue eyes, I held my hand together as I tried to speak correctly.

"U-Um. . . Hey, Ezra, I-uhm. . . I need to say something and I'm not sure how you'll react or—"

"I'm in love with you." He boldly said, he gulped as his hands slightly shook. My heart skipped a beat, my palms sweaty as I watched him.

". . . You what?" I whispered. "I. . . love. . . you. . ." He said with less confidence, probably because I wasn't responding the way he thought I would.

"Really?"

"Y-Yes. . ."

I stepped into his room—so close he stumbled a step backwards, I blindly shut the doors and watched his eyes. ". . . You really love me?"

"I do." He said, I held his shoulders and kissed him. He hummed into the kiss and held my sides—pulling me into a hug. We fell on his bed and continued to kiss, it was deeper, more passionate.

This was happening! This was really happening! I felt his tongue enter my mouth, the connection felt so right. This didn't feel as nerve-racking as I thought it would be. I continued to kiss him, as my hips grinded against his.

He slightly moaned at the feeling, making me whimper when he did it back. My hands started to tug at his shirt, he lifted mine over my head and he did the same to himself. I sighed when he kissed the corner of my jaw and lower.

His hands held my lower back, pulling me closer—I felt his suction on my shoulder. "No marks, E-Ezra." I moaned.

I felt the tent in his briefs, I let him turn me around to my back. His warm hands I kept gasping when he continued to surprise me, slowly removing my pants, then his own.

He laid between my legs as our tongues continue to grow more impatient. I whispered his name, he said mine back.

"We don't have much time-"

"I know, Ezra. . . Make it quick for now." I kissed him again, he took my word to heart. I felt the tip of his length gently rub against my already wet folds.

"Ezra." I whimpered.

"I-I'll try to make it quick." He muttered, he rested his head against mine as he gently pushed into me. My back arched from the feeling. I hugged his back, I felt his cock stretching me open to his size.

I moaned out as he reached the hilt, he groaned as he pulled back and slowly pushed in. "Ngh, Ezra." I held his hair as he rolled his hips very slowly, trying to grow used to the feeling.

I felt myself clamping down on his length, I grunted as he used a bit more force.

"Harder." I begged, he gave me an unsure look but obeyed anyway. He pushed my thighs up before positioning himself, he gave me one last kiss before pulling back and slamming into me.

His strength and speed was impressive, his abs grinded against my stomach, I leaned up and kissed his scar as he growled in my ear. His hands grabbed my hips, then my legs, thighs, breasts, arms, then my hands before going back to my thighs.

"Ngh! Ah! Ezra-! Ezra!" My moans were louder as his skin slapped against mine, I held his shoulders as he kissed me again.

I felt his hot breath in my neck, I kissed his shoulders as his skin rubbed against mine. The heat was hot, so warm, comforting. His teeth lightly grazed over my earlobe as he thrusted his hips.

It was quick, but it was worth it. My legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him down into me. He reached my deepest center, I whined feeling his tip brush against my gspot.

He continued to kiss me as he silenced my moan, he continued to pump into me. He was gaining more speed as our sweat mixed together.

"Ezra, Y/n! We're back!" Hera said.

We both gasped. "Quick!" I told him.

He squeezed my thighs and started to grind faster against me, his lips kisses my breasts as he stimulated himself to finish faster.

"Where are they?" Hera asked. "Probably flirting with each other." Kanan sighed.

I bit my hand as he continued to thrust, groaning in my ear as he grunted and stuttered his hips—filling me with his thick substance. He quickly pulled away when someone knocked on the door.

"Ezra-?"

"Hold on!" He yelled, I grabbed my shirt and slid it on, grabbing my pants next as he dressed himself up. Just as he sat down, Hera opened the door, everyone was standing behind her.

"Hey, guys." I panted.

Kanan watched us as he arched his brow. "What happened?"

"Nothing." We both said. "Ezra broke his lightsaber-"

"I didn't-!"

"Again, really, Ezra?" Kanan sighed, "Hand it over."

I got up and quickly exited the room as I found my own, blushing as I still felt his desire leaking down my legs.

"I love you, Ezra." I thought to him.

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The Jade Viper IV

Pairing: John Wick x !F!Reader

Summary: Blood is shedded when one of Y/n's old enemies appears and attacks John, getting away injuring him and killing one of their loved ones. Y/n is filled with rage and guilt for what happened to John, knowing that she must eliminate her Clan once and for all on her own. But John isn't going to let her go alone, and Y/n must protect him at all costs.

Warnings: blood, gore, violence, knives, guilt, trauma, torture, scarification, physical abuse, animal death, injuries, adult language, guns, attacks, angst, comfort, fluff, anonymous ending.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Minors DNI 🔞 18 below the cut

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~Y/n pov~

I woke up with a silent gasp, letting my eyes focus. I was warm, and was somewhere soft. It was night, I was in bed with John. It happened, it really did happen! My head was resting on his chest—my leg rested over his, I closed my eyes to fall back asleep, but something kept me up. We weren't alone.

It was still dark out, probably close to two AM. Slowly, getting up from the bed, I found my shirt and undergarments before stepping out of the room. I walked down the steps, so quietly, not even the greatest listeners could hear me—I stepped near the large windows, I saw my eyes and face, it felt off—til I finally realized who was hiding behind my reflection.

A gasp flew out of me and I jumped back when the glass had shattered, I caught a blade that was aimed at my face. I threw it back and managed to hit the black cloaked intruder in the shoulder.

"Great aim, sister." The cold voice whispered, I glanced at the two shadows who walked out of the halls and the broken window; I simply stood there and clenched my fists, ready for a fight. I counted three in total, one female and two males. "Did you think you could escape us? Father expects your arrival by our hands." Takeda said.

His voice was cold and coated with bloodlust, he was my elder brother. Always known for bringing back the head of his victims back to the Grandmaster. "No, I know I can by killing you." I answered. His nose and mouth were covered by the black hooded mask, he reached behind him and grabbed the hilt of his katana.

"I think it's time for a rematch, little sister." He growled, I listened to the two surrounding me from behind. My mind flew back to John upstairs, I had to hurry and get to him before they realize. "You seem worried. . . I can hear your heart pounding louder, sister." Katora purred while holding a series of shurikens in her hands.

I stood in my fighting stance, watching Takeda mainly, he was the bigger threat compared to the two others. He's more experienced, he knows the costs of losing and bringing back nothing to the Master.

"Took you long enough." I growled, he threw the first punch and I dodged it. Grabbing a dagger from his side and half turning to stab it into Katora's inner elbow.

I have to aim for the vital parts in their bodies, I heard their blades being unsheathed—I kicked Masoa and punched Takeda in the throat before Katora kicked my back; the dogs started to bark before Bones leapt and attacked Masoa. I managed to grab Katora and place her in a headlock—I manged to snap her neck swiftly before dodging a kunai that sliced across my left cheek.

Bones leapt and attacked Takeda, distracting him enough for me to swiftly eliminate Masoa by his own katana. His throat slit as his blood drowning him as I turned my attention to Takeda who threw Bones across the room. I kicked his stomach and elbowed his jaw, I hissed when his blade pierced right below my ribs.

He push kicked me against the wall and grabbed my throat—I fought back and shoved my thumb into his left eye, adding force behind it as he snarled through his teeth. A gunshot went off and Takeda ducked, but the bullet grazed his neck. I fell to my knees but grabbed the kunai next to my hand.

Takeda snapped his attention to John who looked at me, I leapt and shoved Takeda off his track towards John and managed to slice his right cheek with the sharp tip of the kunai, he growled before running and disappearing into the shadows outside.

Leaving us. "Y/n!" He said as he ran to my side, "You're bleeding." I shook my head as I held my side. "I'm okay-" I heard the whimpering mewls coming from the side of the room—where Bones was lying.

I ran to her side, ignoring the pain in my body as I knelt and looked down at her panting body. Her mouth open as she hyperventilated, it was then that I saw her bleeding chest and stomach. "No. . . No, Bones." I whispered as I cradled her head, she whined in pain as I held her. John knelt beside me as I fought the tears.

"Bones. . ." I muttered to her, she was my friend. My very own support animal, she was a gift from him. I clutched the kunai in my hand before bringing it to her pulse, I shuddered when she made a small yelp before silence took over.

". . . She wasn't going to make it. . ." I whispered—removing the blade from her flesh. I dropped the weapon and rested my head on hers, "She was a gift from him. . . My sign of his existence before he was taken from me." I breathed out.

"Who, Y/n?" John's soft voice asked me, his hand resting on my left shoulder. "Yasu. . ." I muttered.

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Yasu was a gentle soul, one that didn't belong in a clan such as this one. Grandmaster found him abandoned in a storm, took him in and trained him. His hair was as dark as night, his smile as kind as a flower, and his body sculpted by the discipline of the rules.

He was strong-willed, he broke rules at times. But he'd do it just to help me. I remembered being trained privately by our Grandmaster, every time I made a single sound—the bottom of my feet would be slashed by a bamboo rod. I left the dojo with thirty-eight slashes on both of my feet.

A punishment, reminders of what'll happen if I wasn't silent. I'd wake up to him soothing my pain with aloe vera; Yasu had a bright smile, the smile that would cause mine to show. But that bright smile was carrying the need for a better place, a better life.

That's the one thing Yasu has ever dreamed of, his own freedom. He told me that he wanted to escape, run away from this life and start anew. But he turned to me and confessed his love to me, he said his life was me.

Wherever I was, was his home, his heart, his spirit. We were simply eighteen years old, but he seemed more infatuated with the outside world we rarely ever witnessed. On one raining night, he had snuck out of his room. He woke me up and led me outside into the rain.

He had begun to climb the walls surrounding our land. He knew I was afraid of leaving the Grandmother, for I knew what he could do to us if we disappeared—he'd always find us. We were a part of him, as he is us. This was the way of the Crimson Clan.

He told me home would always follow close behind.

Yasu kissed my lips and said that he would always be waiting on my arrival to him. He dreams of starting a life with me, one with joy, freedom, and our own family. One that didn't shed blood for riches or power, just for love. And with that. . . He disappeared.

But not for long. . . Barely one day had passed before he was dragged back, tied to a post outside and shamed by the Grandmaster. He was whipped and tortured in front of us all, I couldn't move, I couldn't react.

I could only stand there, watching as my love was beaten right in front of me. I couldn't feel anything but pain. It was then when Takeda was honored with ending Yasu's life. Which he did with the Grandmaster's katana—piercing his heart and ending him.

They eventually dragged me to the front, kicked me down and I was punished in front of everyone. I was beaten to a pulp, given the order to not defend myself as my Master beat me with his fists and kicks, using the same bamboo rod to leave marks on my body. Even carving the symbol of the Clan into my lower back as I laid there in pain.

I knew I was forever one of them. . . But when I escaped, Yasu seemed to have known that I'd leave sooner or later. A strange woman came to me after I escaped and she left me a box with a letter. I read it and it was from him, he said he was going to be caught soon.

He wasn't as agile as I was, he admitted he accepted his fate but didn't want me to be suffering after his lost. So he left me Bones, she was the last memory and gift I've ever gotten from him. My chance to grieve and move on. . .

Until now.

~3rd pov~

John helped bury Bones in the backyard, where Daisy remained. John could feel the vengeance emitting off of Y/n, she stood from the grave and stormed back into his home. Bubba lied in his bed as he watched his owner follow after Y/n.

She approached the kitchen and pulled up a piece of the wall near the ground, sliding out a large thin box and a hidden drawer filled with shurikens. She grabbed another box behind the dryer and opened it, revealing a green and black outfit.

She lifted the top of the thin box and revealed a katana, shined and sharp to the touch. The hilt wrapped and designed with green snakes, "I'm going to end my Clan. . . I'll take the life of my Grandmaster, once he is dead—only then will I be free." Y/n said as John watched her pull out a sharp knife with a chain attached to the bottom of the hilt.

"Y/n, I'm not letting you do this alone. I know what it feels like to lose someone." He told her, placing his hand on top her own. "I can't let you get killed over my suicide mission, John." She whispered.

"You underestimate me." He said. "These are not normal people, John. They're bred to kill." She warned him. "As I was." He replied. ". . . I'm doing this so they'll leave us alone, I don't want you to get hurt."

John held her face and turned her to look at him, "And I'm going to protect you, too. I care about you, and I'm not letting you do this alone." He pulled her closer and kissed her. Y/n mewled against his lips as John felt her tears running down her face, he kissed them away as she held onto his shirt.

"I'm so sorry for bringing you into this." She whispered. "Don't be. I'm used to it." He replied, "Let's go and handle it together. I'll show you how to use a gun." She sighed against his lips before kissing him again. "I learned by watching you, John. . . Thank you, for everything. . ." Her eyes still shut as she let a tear fall.

"Forgive me, Koibito." She whispered, letting her hand cup the side of his jaw and neck—John lost his breath as darkness took over his vision when she triggered his pressure point: The Vagus nerve.

Knocking him out cold.

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John gasped as he woke up, he was lying in his bed with the sun shining through the window. He then looked to the side and didn't see Y/n lying there. He immediately got up and ran out of his room and downstairs.

She wasn't there, Bubba was behind John as he clenched his fist. She left him, knocked him out, no trace of her destination. He knew it was dangerous, he knew she was skilled in her own ways. . .

But he couldn't let her go and possibly be killed by her Clan. John clenched his jaws before turning and searching for his suit and his guns. John had a new target, and he was determined to get the job done.

"Let's go, Bubba." He said. He walked to the garage door, wearing his fresh suit and carrying his weapon as he walked into his garage. He opened the door to his vehicle and let Bubba jump inside. He got in and started the engine.

Cars were rushing past her, the wind blowing through her hair as she leapt onto the top of a semi-truck. Her eyes vigilant as her heart beated for vengeance. Master Uzunye would be prepared. He knew his daughter well, he's trained her with his mindset.

His breath sighed as he slowly stood, walking out of his temple above the tall mountain. Grinning as he listened to the howling wind, "Come home, my daughter."

The training assassins below him were shouting as they kicked and punched, sweat and blood coming from their bodies. Uzunye's one good eye watched the mountains, counting the seconds for his daughter to return back to him.

Her feet were carrying her through the roads and the grass and the trees. Her katana at the ready, her fists urging for a fight, her legs prepared to break the bones of her siblings.

She was given the name for a reason, and she was prepared to use it to protect John. She was created and trained to serve him, and this is how she'll repay half of the debt to John and Yasu.

For she was the Jade Viper.

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I'm so sorry this took so long, my work has been getting me distracted LoL

Part 5 coming soon! Yes, smut will be in chapter 5 ehehheh 😉

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Jade Viper post is coming out soon!! Almost done 😊 💚💚💚 🐍

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If you could go to any fandom which fandom would you go to?

HMMMM?

I really don't know, maybe . . . Wow, I really can't decide. Maybe either Harry Potter, Marvel or DC. One of those three. . . 😂

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🌻 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your mentions, anonymous or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog 🌻

Tell me more about yourself 🥰

Oh, how dare ya 😂 okay, prepare for a boring fun fact about me.

When I was around 5 or 6 years old, I was obsessed with horror movies, Saw and Child's Play mainly. I had the DVD collection as well. Still am to this day and recently fell in love with the Yautja creatures 😏

I fell off a large cliff before and came out unscathed (I fell into a river fyi.) Every time I think about it, the song "I believe I can fly" always plays in my head at the memory.

I'm the second youngest in my family of five (one older sister, two older brothers, one younger brother.) No dad in picture, (he's not dead, just ran off) and was raised by a single mother 💪

Boring but it was something wasn't it, lol 😂

And, holy cow, @misspearly1, thank you for even asking this. I feel like a novice meeting the master 😂😂😂😂❤️❤️❤️ hope ur doing well too!

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Imagine if Dutch Schaefer (Predator 1987) and John Rambo (Rambo movie series) had to work together to hunt down feral Yautjas and Xenomorphs. Like Bro!!

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Can you please do a part two of mission .???!!!

Oh my! Well, of course anonymous user. Never though there'd be a sequel but oh well! Part 2 is right here now!

Mission XXXIV-XXXV

Part 2

Pairing: !Yautja!Scar x !F!Shy!Reader

Summary: Y/n wakes up in a different place, her home no longer anywhere and instead placed within a strange cell with different Warriors watching her. Soon she's delivered to kneel in front of an Elder—next thing she knew, she was mated with Scar. Becoming first Yautja mated couple ever in their history, but for Y/n to permanently be respected as one of them, she must first become a Warrior.

Warnings: Adult language, threats, assault, scarification, death, arguments, anxiety, fluff, teasing, sexual tension, eventual smut, gentle to rough smut, clawing, biting, comfort.

A/n: The Roman numerals in the title translate to 34-35. So it means Mission 34-35 . . . Or Mission-69 heheh. I also did some studying on their language, (keyword: some.)

Fun Fact (Maybe): I saw a comic page and read that the Yautja can "speak" through their own sign language: Hand-signal of the Hunt. Or Silent Hand.

Part 1

Minors DNI 🔞 18 below the cut.

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~Y/n pov~

Was my bed always this cold? I fell asleep in his arms, and I finally woke up alone in a dark place. I gasped as I backed up and hit my head on the cold wall, I shivered as I tried to figure out my surroundings. I was naked, the only thing I had was my old blanket, I hugged it as I stood up on my feet.

My thighs ached from—I shuddered remembering that I lost my virginity to whatever creature he was. I walked to the cell bars and tried to see if there was anyone here, "H-Hello?" I said, "Hello! I-Is anyone there! Can you please tell me where I am!?"

I could hear muffled beeping noises from down the halls, everything was unusual and unfamiliar for me. "Please! Anyone-! Gah!" I yelped—two large beasts walked in front of me. I stepped back and watched them, they wore similar masks with different designs. Around seven feet tall, both musclar beasts.

". . . W-Where am I?" I whispered, they clicked and growled lowly to each other. I could hear some soft of soft engine humming around us, where was I? "Please! Tell me where I am!" I begged.

They both looked to the left as another creature like them clicked out and order or some sort of command, one of them unlocked the cell before the second walked in towards me. "W-Who are you-? Hey! Let me go!" I yelped—he pulled me out by my arm and pushed me to walk forwards. I'd instantly get killed if I tried to fight any of them, I just obeyed and went along with their orders.

~3rd pov~

The Yautjas led Y/n deeper into their ship when it just landed on their planet, Yautja Prime, she was given a collar and had her wrists chained before she was brought out. She was so lost in the new world, being pulled along like a dog and shown off as an accessory to the other fellow Yautjas who lived there. Each one stared at her with confusion and judgement, thinking of her as a weak opponent to kill.

The two dragged her to a large empire, the large stairs led into a hall which opened up into a room where a Clan Leader sat. He had multiple spikes and grown dreadlocks that almost touched his thighs, his claws tapping on his throne chair as Y/n was forced to her knees in front of him.

She was terrified and lost, she held onto her blanket as she watched Scar, wearing his silver mask, approach the Elder. She couldn't understand what they were saying, but it sounded close to a argument, or Scar trying to convince the Elder to allow something. Y/n glanced behind her and saw the other Yautjas, all glancing at the Elder and Scar before down at her.

She was shaking like a leaf while she knelt there defenseless, Scar stepped aside as the Elder snarled while standing up. He raised his left hand and signaled one of the Yautjas to bring him an item; she jumped when she heard the familiar screeching of a Xenomorph before one of them killed it. The seven foot creature handed the Elder a severed finger of the Xenomorph and approached Y/n—he removed her chains as his eyes examined her frail form.

She gasped when his rough hand held her shoulder, her eyes found Scar's as the Elder clenched her shoulder for her attention. "W-What are you doing?" She asked him. "You are Blooded." The Elder said to her, his tone deeper than Scar's was. She let her eyes close when he brought the acidic finger to her cheek, scarring her skin permanently with a symbol of her Xenomorph kill.

Scar was informing the Elder of her kill, and how she managed to use one of their weapons against their enemy species, how she proved to be an ally and a warrior. She clenched her jaw in pain from the burning feeling, he then stepped back and looked at the Warriors. Y/n gulped as she reached up to feel the permanent mark on her cheek before everyone roared in unison—she covered her ears again. After they were done the Elder Yautja approached Scar and held his shoulder, clicking and snarling as they communicated in their language.

Scar growled but the Elder snarled back, before looking at her. "W-Why am I here? What's going to happen to me!" She whimpered out with fear rattling her nerves. A Yautja approached the Elder, his dreadlocks were short and he looked slightly smaller than Scar did—in his hands he carried some sort of pelt from one of the creatures that probably lived on this planet with them, something was packaged within it.

The Elder Yautja pointed at her and the Yautja walked to her before dropping it at her knees, "W-What is this?" She asked, she heard the muffled snarling and clicks coming from the other Yautjas behind her. Her hands trembled as she reached for the package, untying the skin like thread and unfolding it.

Seeing a few pieces of rather revealing clothing, if you can even call it clothing. "I-I don't think this is appropriate-?", "Dress yourself." The Elder growled out to her. She lifted the strange light green colored top that would just barely even cover her breasts. Her sides would be bare and the bottom would reveal her legs, she sighed from the outfit choice but stood up with the pieces before glancing at Scar. "Do I. . . dress up here?"

The Elder looked away and communicated with Scar instead, Y/n with no other choice, started to slip on and try the outfit, of course still having the blanket over herself. The bottom was similar to a thong beneath the hanging pieces of cloth attached to it, she pulled it up and let the cloth hang—covering just her front and rear, reaching to her knees while her thighs and waist were exposed. She grabbed the top next, seeing that it'll only cover her breasts and nothing else, she'll be showing sideboob, but hopefully the front will be hidden.

She tied a knot with the strings behind her neck and let it remain covering her chest just barely. She rechecked to see if she was fully covered before looking at Scar and the Elder who were now looking at her—she sighed and dropped the blanket. Showing her new two-piece outfit that she'll most likely have to keep on for however long she's kept here. She hugged her arms when the Elder signaled for them to leave, Scar walked to her and escorted her out of the temple.

"Why am I here? What is this place?" She questioned Scar, now covering her stomach as she passed dozens of more Yautjas. Everyone of them were males, adults or in their teen years. Some wore armor, while some didn't. The weather was warm and sunny, it didn't feel cold at all. "Where are you taking me?"

Scar led her to a further place away from the others, approaching a medium sized hut. Skulls and bones remained hanging around it, his trophies of past hunts. He led her inside left her there. "Well, this is great. I get fucked by some sort of alien, fall asleep and wake up to a knockoff Pandora planet like I'm in some sort of Avatar movie, and now I'm wearing this slutty outfit like I'm a stripper or something! I don't even know your name, that big one in that temple was looking at me like I was his next meal, I don't know what's going on and you still aren't saying anything to me-!"

"Scar." He growled as he approached her, easily overshadowing her as he watched her. "S-Scar?. . . That's your name?" She whispered as she slightly stepped back. "Top-Knot ha-as agreed to ma-ake you Blooded ally. He accepts yo-ou, but for yo-ou to keep your non-co. You mus-st become a kv'var-de." Y/n could piece his words together, but she didn't understand that word.

"A-A what? A kavalar?" Scar shook his head and knelt on one knee to be close to her height. "Kv'var-de. . . Hunter." He said. Y/n looked at her clothing then at him, "What if I don't want to become a hunter?" She whispered, "I'm weak. I'm not like you or the others out there. . . I'm just. . . Human."

He snarled, tilting his head but remained watching her, "M-di ooman can kill kiande amedha." He growled out. ". . . Huh?" His mandibles clicked as he stood again. "We te-each each othe-er." He said before walking out of the area and into another small room in the hut. She was left confused and lost in their language, how long is this going to last?

~Y/n pov~

Scar was true to his word about teaching each other something. He showed me how to sign, speak, and understand their language, after he tested my learning by signing a sentence out for me. Which I barely understood, so he flicked my head for messing up—it shouldn't have hurt as much as it did, but I forgot how much bigger and stronger he was compared to me. I'd teach him how to pronounce and understand English words and sentences, and in return, I'd be able to smack his chest—which I doubt even hurt this S'yuit-de.

He'd throw tiny insults here and there at me, call me a Hulij-bpe jehdin, which I finally found that it meant Crazy One, or Crazy Individual. So in return for learning his language, I called him S'yuit-de kv'var-de, which meant Pathetic Hunter, or Idiot Hunter. And I knew it offended him when he'd just quietly glare down at me, but I enjoyed it. At least four or three days have passed already and I've been dragged out into the unfamiliar world, I'd watch how he'd hunt and kill our next meal. It was upsetting but oddly satisfying to see. I saw the trees and strange like flying creatures that they had, but nothing prepared me to see the females who passed through.

I could feel their judgemental eyes lingering on me when I wasn't looking, they were taller than the males. Around eight feet tall at most, broader and rather aggressive. "Why are they staring at me?" I whispered to Scar. "They do not approve of ooman-dei."

They don't approve of human women. . . That explains it. They'd snap and flare their mandibles when I looked at them, I kept my eyes and head low out of submission, to not pose as a threat. I felt like I was at a new school and the mean girls were already scheming against me. Scar pulled my arm and held me against his body when a Yautja approached us, it was a female and of course she started to communicate to him.

My broken understanding of the Yautja language could only pick up so much. They rarely talk, but they used sounds to communicate to one another. The female arched her back and flared her mandibles at Scar, he roared at her before she shoved my shoulder back. Almost shoving me to the ground if it weren't for Scar's hand.

He told me about this. When a Yautja pushes your shoulder with their hand: they're challenging you for a fight.

I started to panic, my strength was nothing compared to Scar's, or even a female! I didn't know what they were clearly arguing about but it made her pissed off to the point where she wanted to fight me. And most likely kill me during that fight. "What's happening?!" I asked. She roared at me and Scar finally shoved her backwards out of defense when she tried to grab me.

He picked me up and his lower mandibles were flaring, before he carried me away from the female who was staring me down.

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He didn't bring it up once, but it was on replay in my head, I'm pretty sure he sensed my confusion since he decided to lay beside me on the large furry cot. It was soft and comfortable to lay on, something I didn't expect. ". . . Scar, how long am I going to stay here." I asked him.

He raised his hand and tested me, he signed out what I could possibly read out as: Until you become Hunter. I held my head before asking, "How much time do I have until the Elders test me?"

He signed again: Two Weeks.

I groaned and laid on my back as I looked at the ceiling, I still wore the same revealing outfit before looking at him. "Why was that female mad? Did I do something wrong?" I whispered to him. "M-di. . . She wanted me to breed her." He answered.

"Why did she challenge me?" I questioned, slowly scooting closer to his larger frame and resting my head on his bicep. "I said m-di to her. I told her that you were my mate." I looked at him and felt my heart jump out of my chest. His mate. His mate!

"I-I—You told me that Yautja don't mate for life, you just. . . Reproduce?" Scar lowly purred before his sharp eyes looked in mine. "No-t you and me." He replied. I rested my face on his large pec and bit my lip, feeling that flutter of butterflies swirl in my gut when I thought of being his. His alone. He's not going to mate with anyone else except me. It then led me to getting an idea that would probably scare the crap out of any other chick, but not me, clearly I'm the crazy one for wanting to fuck this Yautja.

I sat up and sighed as I let my head hang back, "Do you still think about it? That night we spent together?" I asked him, he let out a deep growl before I turned and straddle his large hips. His eyes opened and found mine, "I still think about it." I added—letting my hips slowly grind against his loincloth, which I felt growing stiffer every passing second.

"Prove that you are not just kv'var-de, but a good Pauk-de as well." I smirked. Kv'var-de meant Hunter, but Pauk-de meant Fucker. His growl reverberated through me before he shoved me onto my back, pinning my arms above my head as he growled at me. "Do no-t temp me, Hulij-bpe jehdin." He warned, his dreadlocks brushed against my shoulders and arms. I let my right leg graze his waist as I arched my back on purpose—letting my top press perfectly against my breasts to show them off to him.

"What if I want you tempted?" I giggled, his mandibles clicked and snapped, he growled before placing his jaws on my shoulder and biting down on me. I gasped and let out a choked groan when he released my skin, licking up the blood that formed from the small puncture wounds.

"You need me to ell-osde' puak." He snarled out, I understood those words clearly: You need me to fuck you. "Sei-i." I mewled, yes, yes, I did want him to fuck me. I don't know what's been up with me, but I've been craving more of Scar ever since I got here. I've been pissing him off to make him snap, but clearly he has restraint. Maybe all I needed to do was make it obvious.

I lifted my hips into his and bit my lip when I felt his erection, "Come on, puak me, Scar." I purred. His jaws snapped in front of my face, I only responded by lifting my head and licking his mandibles. He held my wrists down with one hand, and let his other reach down to move my cloth to the side. A soft sigh left me when I felt his large length rub against my folds, "Kwei ooman-dei. . ." He snarled. Sly human woman.

I wanted to try something I've never done, but I wasn't sure. "Scar, please." I begged. His repetitive clicking was a sign of him chuckling at me, I whimpered when he notched the tip of his unnatural cock inside of me. Slowly pushing each inch into me, I could feel my cunt being stretched and accepting his invading length.

His hands clenched my wrists while he continued to sheath himself inside of me—finally gasping when his full cock was buried inside of my velvet canal. My legs hugged his sides as I arched my back, "Scar!" I moaned out; his scale covered body was emitting heat onto mine, his hand undid my top before he cupped my breasts. Squeezing and kneading them—exploring my body with his hand.

Slowly, he started to roll his hips into me. He earned multiple mewls, grunts, and moans from me; hisses and growls came from him, his tongue trailed up from between the valleys of my breasts, up my throat and into my mouth. I whined as I pressed my tongue against his forked one, he pulled out and heavily thrusted himself into me.

"Eek!" I yelped, I felt his claws tickle my side as it brushed down the side of my ribs and my waist to hold my thigh open. He watched as he slowly pulled out to the tip—then sinking back into me. Purring as he enjoyed the sensation of his cock being squeezed by my tight cunt, "More, more, Scar!" I pleaded as I clenched my knuckles.

Scar enjoyed being in control, taking his time and relaxing in the experience. He told me that the females were aggressive during their mating, and from what happened this morning, I believed him. Scar's pumps into me was satisfying to hear, it felt so amatory. He finally released my wrists and gripped my hips—he stood on his knees and lifted my lower body off the bed. I cried out when he continued to fuck me in such a lewd position.

It was so hot to see this Predator take what he wanted from me, such a sweet way but with harsh strength. "Ngh! Yes! Yes! Scar! Ah, keep going!" I exhorted out. Scar's snarls turn into a growling purr as he dug his nails into my flesh—I felt his thrusts get a bit harder. My mouth was agape as he started to get quicker with his grinding. He stilled inside of me fully for a moment and lifted my back towards his face—dragging his tongue over my breasts and tasting me.

I hummed with satisfaction as I let my body melt in his hands, he was so strong, it didn't bother him to hold me and fuck me at the same time. I touched his dreadlocks and licked one of them, he roared before he started to piston his cock up into my stretched cunt. "Oh fuck!" I screamed out with agonizing pleasure. The room was already hot and so was the weather, my body was shedding sweat as he grinded his musclar self onto me.

I dug my nails into his shoulders as he kept going, moaning at each heavy pump he made—my nails dragged down his skin but he didn't care. I doubted he even felt it. His skin texture was so different compared to mine, his strength, his eyes, his demeanor and culture. Everything was unique about him.

My end was nearing, I was going to cum, I was so close to cumming. I let my hand started teasing my clit as he kept fucking me, his large paw cupped my head while he wrapped the other around my waist—still keeping me midair. Weak and broken gasps croaked from my soaked lips as he kept getting rougher.

That tight band—tighter and coiling up in a tight ball, about to blow. The light from the stick of dynamite about to denote within my nerves—my hands instinctively grabbed his dreadlocks and held on. He roared again and hugged my torso tightly. Thrusting faster than before, my tongue was hanging out like a bitch in heat, my heart racing faster than a race horse as I finally squealed—feeling my juices coat our lower areas.

The spark ignited and finally blew. The shocks burned through my limbs and my sight went white as I shut my eyes, my breath lost from my lungs as I climaxed on his thick cock still ramming into me. My sensitive squeaks and cries were ignored by Scar—he was lost in the wave of his own pleasure.

I knew we'd be here all night, I'm tired out, but he won't be anytime soon. He told me he finished quickly last time because I was exhausted, but now, I'm sure he'll stop. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and rested my head on him, he still didn't slow down. My body was beginning to feel like lead as I tried to speak. But I couldn't.

I was too exhausted by this. So exhausted, I wanted to sleep. . . Which I did eventually.

~3rd pov~

The sun had risen, and so did Y/n. She woke up to a messy cot, her top on the floor as she remained wearing the bottom piece. She woke up to an empty bed, Scar was gone and she didn't know where he went. She got up and tied on her top once again before heading walking out of the room to find him.

"Scar?" Y/n muttered, crossing her arms as she slowly walked around the hut, checking the meat room, the main area and even outside next. No sign of Scar. She was worried until she remembered that he was probably out on a hunt. Sighing, she walked to the room again and sat on the bed. Relaxing into the pelt as she thought about him.

She just woke up, fully clean and even tucked into the pelt, he cleaned her and fixed her up in bed. She lightly traced her lips with her fingers as she smiled at the thought of a extraterrestrial being treating her like a lover. Some time passed and he returned to the hut, she looked and saw him drop a strange creature on the ground before entering the room. Carrying a box with him.

She crawled on her hands and knees on the bed and sat as she looked at him, "I missed you." She said. Scar let out a deep hum as he approached her, she reached up and planted a kiss on his shoulder. A growl escaped him as he handed her the box. She took it and started to open it up, her brow arching when she saw the odd outfit.

"What is this-?. . . Wait a minute." She mumbled, pulling out a fishnet outfit with solid pieces of armor on important places such as the breasts, and the nether regions. Reminding her of Scar's own armor, she lifted the fishnet outfit and saw a silver mask that looked similar to Scar's just without the blooded mark. It wasn't big, but it was her size. Arm cuffs and a small weapon within it. She looked at him with a confused look.

"Today. . . yo-ou Kv'var." He said to her. She gulped as she looked down at the custom made armor.

Today, she hunts.

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I hope you enjoyed the sequel!

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The Jade Viper #3

Pairing: John Wick x !F!Reader

Summary: A morning of blood and a usual near death experience, later becomes an evening of sorrow conversations which leads into a comforting talk of promises, but what else could it lead to later in the night when both John and Y/n have drinks together.

Warnings: Adult language, mentions of animal and child death, angst, blood, fist fights, death, fluff, alcoholic beverages, mutual pining, sexual tension, flirting, kissing, smut, fingering, PnV, gentle sex (Reader is a virgin), praise kink, biting, hair pulling.

Minors DNI 🔞 18 below the cut

Part I, Part II

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A two weeks had gone by quicker than John expected, but of course it only felt that way because of Y/n. With her, time had slowed down but also sped up, he couldn't explain it. She did everything she could to protect him, but now she was at the laundry mat, John was close by her as she started the machine. "I have my own laundry room back at the house." He said to her. She quietly nodded her head before looking at him. "I know." She whispered.

"Then why are we here?" John asked.

"Your friend needed a place to talk to you, he's in the back room waiting. I'm here to keep watch. . . Go." She muttered while looking the other way. John walked to the employee door and entered it, to his shock, there stood Marcus.

John couldn't believe who he was seeing, Marcus only grinned and hugged his friend, "Been a while hasn't it, John?" Marcus chuckled. John stood back to see Marcus fully again, he held his shoulders as he looked up and down.

"How are you-? No, you were dead. How-?"

"Your lady back there. Saved my ass when I needed it, told me to play dead for a while. She saved me from a worse fate." Marcus said as he took a seat, John sat in front of him. "How did she save you?"

"I managed to break free from my restraints, got shot at, before that bastard could shoot me again, the lights when out. I felt something pick me up and drag me away without any struggle, then I woke up in a bed in some sort of basement. My wounds were cleaned and stitched. She managed to remove the bullet herself, she then asked if I've seen or heard of anyone from a Clan?" Marcus explained, "I said no, she didn't do anything but ask if I knew the Bogeyman. . . I said no again, but I'm pretty sure she knew I was lying. She told me to lay low, her own enemies were after me now since she managed to save me. I wanted to contact you sooner, but she scares the hell out of me."

A breathless chuckle left John as he rubbed his beard. Marcus looked just fine, healthy and alive. "I'm sure she even did something for Aurelio, something about decapitating a gang leader who was messing with his customers."

"She's still surprising me." John commented.

"She's special, I'll tell you that."

~Y/n pov~

I kept my eyes on the laundry, but I remained vigilant. I counted each second that passed by while keeping my ears open to John and Marcus' conversation within that secluded room. I couldn't forget that night a week ago, I know someone was watching us. Watching me.

Whoever it was, I'll be sure to get rid of it. I can make it quick, or take my time with it. I'm the type of person who savors the flavor, saves the best part of the meal for last. "Excuse me?" A woman asked from beside me.

I looked at her and examined her face and body. She was a petite woman, ivory skin, dark pupils, blonde hair that was tied back in a ponytail. She held a white sheet in her hands as she smiled at me, "I'm sorry to bother you, but can you help me with this?"

I grinned and tipped my head at her before taking the corners of the sheet. I could sense the strange tension between us; I already realized that it was only us inside of this laundromat, John was with Marcus, it only left us in here alone. I glanced at her and she smiled at me. I looked down at the sheet again as I asked: "What clan are you from?"

I heard her head glance up sharply, "I. . . I don't understand?" She replied.

"You came alone. . . The Crimson Clan would never make such a mistake." I responded. I saw her eyes react as suddenly a blade flashes from beneath the sheet, reaching for my throat. I jumped backwards—pulling the sheet along with me as I deflected her strike. My eye was reading her every move, she was quick and agile like me. But her techniques were very different compared to my own, she wasn't part of my clan.

Her skills reminded me of the Violet Clan, themselves. They were quick with speed, but weak with power. I kicked her knee inwards and elbowed her jaw—taking her own blade and sheathing it through the side of her skull.

~3rd pov~

"What was that?" Marcus muttered when they heard a sudden yell from out the door, John was quick to open it and saw Y/n standing in the same place as before. She turned and saw the two men, "Hello, Marcus." She greeted.

"Who was out here?" asked Marcus, Y/n shrugged her shoulders and turned to look at the laundry once again, "No one. . . Not anymore." John's eyes glossed over the white sheet on top of the counter, along with a small kunai peeking out from under it. Another machine was in it's cleaning cycle, unbeknownst to either man, the woman's body now ripped apart limbs was shoved within the machine.

"John, shall we go now? We must get home before it gets too dark out." She smiled. Marcus and John looked at each before Marcus whispered: "She. Scares. The. Hell. Out. Of. Me."

"I heard that." She muttered.

~~~

Y/n laid back on the couch and stretched—feeling her back pop and crack as she exhaled with great relief. "Tired?" John asked from the kitchen.

"Exhausted, John." She grinned; John walked around with two glasses and a large bottle of whiskey, her eyes glimmered at the beverage as she sat up and gave him some space to sit. "Am I going to drink all of that myself?" She asked.

"Very funny." John smirked while sitting beside her, he watched as she grew deeper into her thoughts. "What are you thinking about?" He asked her, she shook her head and crossed her legs as she stayed quiet. He offered her a drink and she took it. "Do we cheer over something?" She wondered as she leaned on her side on the back of the couch.

"Like what?" John questioned.

"Don't know. Maybe. . . New beginnings?" She suggested while slightly stretching her glass towards his. He nodded his head and tip his glass against her own, both drank the beverage down at the same time. "Wanna play two truths and one lie?" She asked.

"Sure, you know how to play?" asked John. "Course, I do. I'm first: I like fighting. I hate snow. I think you're handsome." She said. "Hm, I think the lie is the first one." John guessed.

"Nope. It's snow. I don't hate it." John chuckled as he drank another sip of his drink. "The last one. You think I'm handsome, huh?"

"Oh, who wouldn't, Mr. Wick?" She teased, "Your turn." She said. "Okay: I had another dog before Bubba. I want to take you out on a date. Or I like watching fairy princesses." Y/n laughed as she looked away to hide her reddening cheeks. "Okay. It's very obvious." She sighed.

"Really? Didn't think it was that obvious." John said. "Oh, it is. I didn't know you liked Cinderella and Snow White." She chuckled. He laughed while brushing his hair back to see, Y/n was giggling as Bone and Bubba laid down beside each other on a dogbed.

"That one was a lie, actually." John smiled, "The other two are true." He looked as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she nervously grinned. "You want to take me out?" She whispered. "Who wouldn't, Ms. Viper?" He teased using her own words against her.

"You're tempting, Mr. Wick." She blushed. A few more hours passed the two, and so did more shots to the point where John was actually laughing. Three bottles of whiskey were gone, Y/n couldn't keep herself contained as she laughed with him. Hugging him and burying her face into his shoulder as they both laughed over a dumb memory. The dogs were simply watching the couple out of amusement.

"Okay, let's try it like this then. . . Do you like me being here with you? Yes or no?" She asked him with a blush. John was smiling as he brought another glass to his lips to drink, "Yes, I do. . . My turn: Do you like drinking just with me? Yes or no?" He asked her.

"Yes. . . Do you think I'm a good guard? Yes or no?"

"Yes, you're a great one at that. . . Do you think of me as a bad man for killing people? Yes or no?"

She pondered on the question but grew a smile as she shook her head, "No, just a man trying to live his life. Defending himself in different ways. . . Do you think I'm pretty? Yes or no?" She muttered.

John's face reddened when that glimmer of hope sparkled in her irises, "Yes. . ." He answered.

Y/n's tank top strap slid down her shoulder as she started to laugh with a blushing face, John reached over and attempted to slide it back up to where it was, but Y/n seem to think otherwise. She made the bold move and held his shirt before kissing him. Her confidence level was thrown out the window due to the whiskey. John quickly reacted and held back her shoulders to move away. "What's wrong, John?" She muttered, still highly intoxicated.

Even though he was on the same level of intoxication as her, he still knew the boundaries. "Nothing, just. . . You're drunk." He said. "Pfft! You're drunk!" She giggled before kissing his cheek, then his beard and down to his throat. It felt good to John, feeling the physical intimacy after losing his wife, intimacy that felt right and not a random one night stand that he detested.

"John." She whispered into his ear as her arms snaked around his shoulders, her fingers brushing through his raven locks. He grunted when she shifted herself to straddle his lap, kissing him with passion and drunken lust. "Y/n-", "Shh." She whispered into his lips, "I want you, John."

"No, you're drunk. This is just the booze talking." He muttered. He stood up with her in his arms, her strong legs clinched around his waist and didn't let him go. Sooner than later, he brought her to his bedroom where she finally let go of him. Kissing his lips once again and reaching for her tank top before pulling it off, John only saw a glance of her very well toned abdomen when he looked away.

"Don't worry, John. I want this just as much as you do." She promised.

~Y/n pov~

It was stupid to get drunk, I woke up with a headache for the first time in my life and this time it wasn't from a beating, but from alcohol. I groaned as I realized where I was, I was in a bed, I knew the smell, it was John's scent. His bed! I sat up and looked around the room. No sign of him in here, but he was recently. I finally realized that I was naked, I didn't mind covering myself, knowing that it was normal to be nude.

We bathed nude in the lake everyday and night in my Clan, we were trained to erase our sinful urges of lust and greed, but honed our lust to become bloodlust and our greed to become the greediest for power.

I didn't quite question why I was bare, but rather how I even got up here and ended up with no clothes. I stretched my back and yawned, my hair was down and hung over one of my shoulders. "Y/n?" I heard John say. "Hmm?" I mumbled as I glanced over to his nightstand were some pills and a glass of water remained.

"You're dressed, right?" He questioned. "No." I answered. "Take your time-", "Why am I naked?" I asked him. I could hear him slightly hum with an awkward tone before responding: "We really got drunk last night and, you made me carry you to my room, I saw you starting to remove your clothes and I left the room. I'm not rejecting you or anything like that, you're a beautiful woman, I just—I didn't want it to seem like I took advantage over y-" I started to laugh as I grabbed my fallen shirt and slipped it on while getting up and heading to the door.

I didn't grab my pants, I just wore my underwear as I slid on my socks next before opening the door. "You don't need to go any further, John. I appreciate your generosity. A man like you is rare to find out there." I said to him with a smile, ". . . But you know. . ."

My hand rose and fiddled with the collar of his white T-shirt when he finally saw me, my eyes on his as I grinned, "We're not really drunk anymore, are we?" I said, using his words on him, "I feel great, and. . . rather interested in what other skills you're talented in." My hand grasped his collar and I pulled him towards me, I held the side of his jaw as I brought my lips to his.

I felt his surprised reaction when his hands held my hips, but he pulled me closer. I let my eyes shut and so did he. I swallowed his gasps as I walked back with him, he followed me and kicked the door shut with his foot. I smiled into the kiss when he picked me up, my legs found support around his waist. He perched his knee on the bed and let me lay on my back as he continued to kiss me.

I whimpered a little when his lips moved to my jaw, then my neck. "John." I whispered his name, I felt his hands touch my waist and feel my legs. His right hand held the side of my head before he retracted his lips from mine. I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me, his hair loosely hanging from the sides of his head as his thumb caressed my lower lip, so gently, it felt like a feather.

"Y/n. . . are you falling for me? Yes or no. . .?" He asked me with great inquisition. I let my head rest on the pillow as I smiled at him, "Yes. . ." I answered. His eyes looked relieved when I replied, I held his shoulder and pulled him down to kiss me again. His hand held my side before lowering his lips to kiss my neck, a sigh fell from me when he started to suck on my skin.

My fingers found the hem of his shirt and pulled it upwards, he sat up and removed the rest of it—allowing my hands to explore his strong abdomen and strong pecs. He kissed me again after I slid off, he didn't stare at my breasts, he simply traced the scars over my collarbone then kissed each one. Laying me back and planting kisses on each one he could spot.

"John." I whispered—feeling his rough hands caress my hips and thighs before finding my underwear. Taking his time sliding them down my legs and off my ankles, I turned my head to the side as he whispered soft praises in my shoulder, "You're so beautiful, Y/n. So strong and so gorgeous."

His words made me melt, in all my years of being a ninja assassin, I've never heard such praises from anyone. Not even from my Grandmaster. His touches felt gentle and so sweet, something I've never felt before. "Oh, John." I moaned when his fingers pressed on my labia, "I-I never did this before!"

He stopped and looked at me with a concerned look, "You're a virgin. . . It's your decision, Y/n. . . Do you want me to keep going?" He asked while removing his hand from between my thighs. I shivered at the moment, knowing that I had the power to keep this going or not.

John was a man, a very different man than I've ever seen or met before. He's passionate, protective, humble, and so kind. He may have been cold in the beginning, but that's how most of us were trained to be. I held his hand that was by my head and kept my eyes on him. "P-Please. . . Keep going. . . I'm ready, especially for you, John." I told him.

I saw the soft smile tug at the corners of his lips when he turned to look away, he settled between my legs and began to untie his sweats. "If I hurt you, tell me to stop, okay?" He told me. I nodded my head as I reached to push down his sweats. He held my face and brought his lips to mine again, I let him take the lead—I needed to learn about this.

My eyes grew wide at his manhood, I felt my face grow red as I looked at it. I took note of the slit on the head of his cock, seeing the vein that ran from under to the side. "Show me how to pleasure you, John." I quickly said, he withheld his chuckle as he tipped my chin to look at him instead.

"This is about you, Y/n, don't worry about me." He said with a gentle grin—I gasped when I felt his fingers rub against my inexperienced folds, shivering when he easily found my sensitive bud and gently circled it. My hips uncontrollably bucked against his fingers as he held the side of my face, "Easy." He chuckled. "John." I mumbled, "M-More. . . Please."

He laid me back as his fingers slowly pushed into my velvet canal, "Ah!" I yelped when it stung. He immediately stopped and looked at me, "Are you okay? Should I stop for you-?"

"N-No! Keep going. . . T-This is part of it, right?" I asked him. "It hurts at first. . . But it'll go away soon." He reassured me, I sighed and rested my head on the pillows. "Okay, do it." I said with a braver tone. I never had sex, it wasn't important in my Clan, never spoken about. It was declared forbidden and irresponsible.

He lowered his fingers and started to push one then two into me, his fingers were thick compared to my own. It burned and stretched at first but he was soft with the small thrusting. It began to feel good, "Like that, John." I begged as I raised my knees to lift my hips up into his fingers, his other hand held my hip down and kneaded my flesh.

"I'm just trying to prepare you for the real deal. . . You tell me when you're ready-", "I'm ready!" I said eagerly to him with a moan, John raised his brow before removing his fingers. "Are you sure?" He questioned. Nodding my head while wiggling my hips for him. He held my knees apart and started to pump his erection in front of me, my eyes were wide with wonder as he looked at me. "I don't have protection." He sighed.

My brow quirked up as I glanced at his face then his manhood, "I'm your protection, remember?" I said. He started to chuckle while shaking his head. "No, Y/n, I meant a condom. It's protection for me and you just in case I don't pull out in time."

Pull out? Why would he have to pull out? Isn't shoving that thing inside of me the whole point of sex? ". . . Why would you pull out?" I muttered out embarrassed. "So I don't get you pregnant." He smiled, I looked at his desk then back at John's face again. ". . . So you can't pull out because?"

"I might. . . get lost in feeling." He replied. I shrugged my shoulders before locking my legs around his waist and pulling him on me. "You can try to pull out?" I suggested, letting my fingers trace down his sides and over his back and across his tattoos. "I'm not sure if I can."

"John, you're an assassin. The Baba Yaga, I'm pretty sure you can pull out in time." I chuckled. John pressed the head of his cock against my virgin entrance, looking at me before I gasped again when he added pressure to it. I felt the tip slide in, then a few more inches being added. Stretching me wider than his fingers did. "John! Oh, John!" I mewled—my fingers were digging into his forearms as he stopped. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked me.

I shook my head and told him to keep going. He kept adding more inches until he reached the hilt, he stilled and let out a groan as I felt myself clench on him. "T-Try to relax, I can't move unless you do." He whispered into my ear when he lowered next to my ear. "S-Sorry." I whined.

He let his chest rest on mine before kissing me, my breasts were gently being massaged by his hands. His lips trailed down to my jaw, he pulled back and I felt my entrance still trying to pull him back in. John lifted my hands and held them against the bed, I let my legs hug his sides as he pushed back inside me.

I winced but started to feel that sense of pleasure, "Mm~ John." I moaned. I looked down and saw how his length pulled out and sheathed itself back inside of me, I hugged his shoulders before shutting my eyes, bucking my hips into his. "You're so tight, does this feel good?" He whispered to me.

"Y-Yes, keep going." My voice mewled. My nails started to dig into his skin, clawing down his back as I got used to his repetitive rolls. It felt amazing, it was hot and so sensual. He was big, the feeling of being filled by him was incomprehensible. My legs hugged his waist as he kept moving. I felt his hand cup my face and turn me to look at him, planting a kiss to my lips as he rolled his hips into my tight walls.

"John, John!" I gasped, he let his hand lower between us and I felt a tingle grow inside of me when he touched my bundle of nerves. He knew where to touch me, how to kiss and hold me so sweetly. His body was pieced with mine, his sweat merging with mine when it started to get hotter. "Y/n." He grunted, I needed more of this.

My legs were tangled with his before I flipped us over, this time I was on top of him. My hands were placed on his chest—he held my hips and showed me how to move, "There you go. Just like that—fuck." He groaned, I moaned again as I started to ride him. Growing quicker for more pleasure. I felt myself growing tighter around his manhood, it was pressing up in all the right places.

I felt his hands move to my thighs, one of them reached up and cupped my left breast, before letting it move up to my neck then my cheek. I watched him with hooded eyes, his chest was heaving up and down as he grinded up into me. I laid my chest on his before kissing him—still moving my hips to lift up and down on his manhood. My hands found his raven locks, tugging and brushing through it as he swallowed down my moans.

Was the room always this hot? The sheets were a mess, our sweat coating our bodies, our breaths intermingling as our lips continue to merge together as one. He chanted my name like a song, whispered to keep going; I felt that tingling feeling getting more repetitive, growing into something stronger. More sensitive as I kept rolling my hips.

"Ah~ Ah~ J-John." I mewled out, he found my neck and shoulder with his lips before kissing my skin. One of his arms wrapped around my upper back, and the other on my thigh. "Y/n, I'm gonna—hah." He groaned through clenched teeth. "I'm feeling something, John." I whined. His breath was getting faster as I felt a strong curl growing too tight within my body, it was starting to hurt, but I wanted it to snap. Like my body needed this feeling.

My fingers dug into his ribs as I continued to lose myself on him, I felt myself getting wet down there. It lubed our connection even more; John's arms grew tight around my body, like he was holding back. "John, John, f-fuck-! John, I feel something coming!" I moaned.

I sat up again as I got faster with my thrusts, my hips gaining more power as I kept grunting. I arched my back when that tension had shattered—spreading an unknown yet erotic feeling throughout my nerves and my body. I cried out as I groped his chest for stability—John growled before groaning out. His hips stuttering while I clenched down on him.

I felt my thighs get soaked with an unknown substance that flowed out of me, but felt something else beginning to fill inside of me, something thick yet soft. I winced as my hips continued to slowly grind against him til it finally stopped. I laid on his chest as I slowly caught my breath.

". . . John . . . That. . . was amazing." I whispered. He sighed before I felt him kiss my hair, "I. . . I told you I'd get lost in the feeling." He muttered. "I liked the feeling." I giggled before kissing the side of his beard. He slowly turned us over and laid me on my side, his arm hugged me and pulled me into his chest. ". . . Do you love me, John? Yes or no. . ." I asked him.

He brushed my hair off my cheek before holding it, softly grinning at me before kissing my lips, slowly pulling away as he held me—finally whispering.

"Yes."

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Stay tuned for part 5!

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Part 2 of the predator smut is in the making for those who are wondering 😊

[gxbbyhoneybadger]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Predator x reader?

Leads to smut (0u0")

Where he breaks into he readers house/apartment for safety, he looks around and his heat sensors pick up the readers body heat.. He notices she's mostly defenseless but searchers her for weapons.. in the process he's touching her everywhere then leaves. he comes back a few nights later to see her and then BOOM SMUTTY SMUT!

This. . . This is just amazing! Ofc, and enjoy the treat. I'm gonna use Scar boy from AvP, he's my favorite Yautja out of them all heheheh. This is also my first monster/predator smut so. . . Please do be gentle with the comments if u don't approve 🥹

A/n: the Yautjas can roughly speak human languages, I'm using this from the end scene of Predator (1987) movie. I'll give them a reason to speak as well, don't worry. There's a plot for that lol.

Mission XXXIV-XXXV

Pairing: !Yautja!Scar x !F!Shy!Reader

Summary: After making an escape from the Alien Queen, Scar manages to hide away within an empty home—not knowing who was still there and wide awake. After finding and searching the shy human to make sure that she was no threat, she was rather aroused by the strange creature's lingering touches. When he leaves, he can't get the woman out of his mind, causing the Yautja to run back to where she was just a few nights later to finish what he had unintentionally started.

Warnings: Blood and gore, death, adult language, eventual smut, gentle sex (Scar a horny mf but he's a gentle giant imo), size kink, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it folks), fluff, anonymous ending.

Part 2

Minors DNI 🔞 18 below the cut

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Many things happen for a reason, times of events line up for destruction or something wonderful. Not right now apparently, not for Scar. This was destruction, he wiped out the rampant Xenomorph younglings, now the Queen was left. She was raging with fury as she searched for the few Yautjas who were hiding and planning their ways to kill the unforgiving creature.

Scar was wounded—bleeding out the neon green substance from his left shoulder. He shouldn't have let his guard down, he could've spotted that one Xenomorph that leapt at him. At least he made it out alive, he'll make it back to his planet soon. He entered a home, it was dark but he used his mask to read the room. Everything was clear, before he saw the acidic burn on a book that fell onto the floor from the fallen bookshelf.

His guard was already on high alert, his weapon at hand as he slowly approached a broken door where he saw a tail of a Xenomorph lying lifeless. It was already dead, he scanned the room once more, this time using the heat sensor built within his mask. He caught the glowing body within the dark kitchen, the lights flickered on by her trembling hand. She seemed to stunned to even react by the giant watching her, her clothes were disheveled, a few cuts on her arms but not too much damage.

She didn't move from her place, still taking in who this was. "You're one of them. . ." She muttered before her eyes moved to the side. Scar followed her gaze and saw one of his fallen brothers dead in the corner, impaled through the chest most likely from the Xenomorph itself. His neon green blood coated his stilled chest and the ground beneath him.

". . . I didn't know. . . what to do. . . he tried to. . ." She whispered. Scar looked at the dead alien next, seeing that it's head and neck was severely wounded by one of the Yautjas weapons: A Wrist Scythe.

He looked to her and saw the weapon around her arm that she must've taken from the corpse to defend herself from the Xenomorph. "I-I'm s-so sorry. . ." She mumbled. His mandibles clicked as he lifted his hand and held out his index fingers, slowly circling his wrist—telling her to turn around. She read his silent command and turned around, dropping the Wrist Scythe she held behind her back as she rested her hands against the wall.

Scar scanned her body, reading the wounds she sustained as his large claws grazed over her smaller arms. His entire hand could wrap around her neck if he dare harmed her, but he was simply checking for any hidden weapons she may have carried. Gently letting his hands lower down from the sides of her breasts to her waist and hips, his large hands then clasped over her left thigh. The bridge between his thumb and index finger softly brushed against her sensitive nether regions.

She silently scolded herself to stop thinking about such disgusting thoughts, she didn't even know what this thing was or what was happening. Y/n was a shy person, not really out there in the dating or hookup life. But her thoughts were rather intrusive about this strange being that was touching her.

She felt her face heat up from the unintentional touch, he moved on and checked her other thigh—again, touching her nether regions. Palming around her calf before he stood back up and towered over her frame, his shadow completely swallowed her own. His large mitt held her left shoulder and turned her to face him. She followed his movement and let him scan her body.

He read her vitals and smelled something. . . Something rare for any Yautja to smell from a human, her very own arousal, her vitals showed that her heart was beating erratically, a sign of nervousness while her body heat rose significantly, her pupils widened as she looked away from him. She was healthy and stable, but aroused and nervous around him. Scar stepped back and looked at the fallen Yautja, Y/n slowly slid down the wall and sighed.

". . . Um. . . I. . . I'm Y/n. . . Not that, you'd need to know. . . or anything. . ." She said, Scar looked down at her, his dreadlocks hanging over his shoulders as he tilted his head. His mask translating her words into his own language, his understanding of the human languages and different types were vaguely known to his species. Only a rare few of Yautja elders knew the humans entire lot of languages by memory, no mask needed for translation.

Scar was learning bit by bit each day he spends on earth hunting down worthy opponents, and Bad Bloods. "You're hurt. . ." Her shying voice said, bringing Scar's attention back to her, "Your shoulder is bleeding. . . are. . . are you okay?"

Clicking his mandibles again, he grabbed the items he needed and started to clean his wound and patch it up. Y/n grunted as she stood up and wandered towards the dead Xenomorph, she watched it, lightly kicking it's leg to see if it really was dead. . . which it was.

After he finished patching his injury when he saw Y/n standing by the body. It twitched just a little bit caused her to jump back and squeak with fear, making Scar's mandibles click in a chuckling way at her reaction. She growled and kicked the body before looking at Scar who was checking outside for any sign of the Queen nearby. The coast was clear and he turned to pick up his fallen brother's body.

"W-Wait!" She gasped when he walked out of the door, he paused in his step and glanced at her as she stumbled out of her house while watching him with a tiny glimmer of appreciation. ". . . D-Do you have a name?" She asked him.

Scar didn't say or do anything as a response, he looked away and continued to walk away, leaving the girl alone.

~Three Days Later~

He couldn't stop thinking about her voice, her eyes, the shy voice and her smell. He refused to go back to her for three days, for those three days he still couldn't stop thinking about her. Her bravery to take on a Xenomorph, one that even a Yautja couldn't defeat.

His species never mated for life, they simply procreated to reproduce for their species. To grow more warriors for more hunts, their mating wasn't loving either. The females were known to be rough and quite deadly with the males, just making it out alive and injured was considered lucky after their mating.

But after that, they'd go their separate ways. Mating with others and every four hundred days, they'd all mate again for reproduction. But here was a Yautja, searching for the same female he had ran into by accident, a female who wasn't even a part of his species, no, of course, she was human. A species that was noteworthy of being their opponents to hunt and kill, perhaps even ally with.

But something. . . Something shined from this human, and it wasn't because of the thermal scan. This human, this female human of the human race killed a Xenomorph when one of his kind failed to do so. She wasn't a regular human, she was a warrior.

Scar quietly remained perched up in a tree as his scanners searched her house. The damaged parts of the house were cleaned up and repaired over the days, the light in her bedroom was the only thing on. There he saw her exit the restroom, wearing nothing but a towel around her body as she brushed through her semi-dried hair. She seemed low and lonely as she sat on her bed, not even hearing the camouflaged Predator entering her home.

~Y/n pov~

I turned and looked at my folded clothes to wear; it's been three days, whoever that creature was isn't coming back. I already know that's the truth, but it's so hard to accept. For those three days, I couldn't stop thinking about him. Those large hands, the claws, those dreadlocks and his large abs lining his abdomen. Fishnets on his legs, his large build, his tall height.

He couldn't be just six feet, he had to be close to seven at least. I felt stupid when I remembered how I touched myself last night, thinking about him in such erotic ways. I don't even know what he was or who he was, and yet there I was—finger fucking myself over him.

He didn't even answer me or anything, I don't even know if he had a name. I was more pissed off at myself as I stood to grab my clothes, I opened my shirt and sighed as I turned around. Gasping as I dropped the piece of clothing when my eyes landed on the behemoth in front of me. Him. . . It was him! He was here. . .

He was back. . . But. . . why? Shit, what is he going to do? Kill me? Finish whatever job he had to be here? He stepped forward and I couldn't move, I was either scared or really brave to face this giant. . . I highly doubt that I was brave, I was just petrified. I saw him raise his hand at me, was he going to strangle me? Break my neck? I closed my eyes and accepted my fate, maybe he'll make it quick.

But that anticipation was for nothing, I slightly gasped when his claw dragged against my cheekbone. I opened my eyes to see his fingers gentle caressing my skin with care, it really showed me how truly big he was. His hand could cover my entire face, I looked up at his metal covered mask, those dreadlocks were out of this world. Hesitance drowned my confidence as I lifted my hand towards him, slowly and steadily.

He didn't move or growl, that was a good sign. . . right?

I let the tip of my index finger brush one of his dreadlocks, he seemed to have shuddered from the contact. I moved my hand—thinking I did something to cause him discomfort, but that was debunked when his hand held my much smaller wrist. He brought it up to encircle one of his dreadlocks, it felt smooth, rubbery almost, fake to the touch. But it was real nonetheless.

"Y-You're back. . . Why did you come back?" I asked him with a stutter lining my words. I heard the familiar clicking come from behind his mask, I didn't understand what he was saying but I saw his hand lift towards the tubes connected to the side of his mask before pulling them out. A hiss of air was heard when his hand lifted the disguise.

I didn't know what to think when I saw his face, those large mandibles, sharp pointed teeth, sharp and deadly eyes. Never in my life have I seen a creature like him, this was an extraterrestrial level. Forget E.T, this guy definitely takes the cake. I lifted my hand and grazed my finger over his lower jaw mandibles, they clicked and spread open to reveal his teeth within.

I couldn't stop looking at him, but when I did I glanced at the towel I was wearing. My heart rate picked up as I argued back in forth in my head. What if this is truly the last time I ever see him? He'll be gone, what if he forgets about me? This is my only chance, I've never done this before, but this'll be one hell of a first time story for anyone to hear.

I closed my eyes and gulped before bringing my hand towards my towel, I looked back at the creature before pulling the cloth loose—feeling it fall down to my ankles and the cool air breeze across my bare breasts. I shuddered as the coolness, but kept my eyes on his. His clicking grew to a low growl, almost like a warning sign.

Did I read the signs wrong-? oh fuck! I can't even get a regular guy and here I am, not even getting a damn alien or whatever he was to—"Bee-U-Tiff-all. . ." His semi-audible voice growled out. I gasped at the wonder of his voice, it sounded like he tried to put the words together correctly, but with struggle of course. I grew a light smile as I placed my hand on his chest.

"I don't know. . . if you can understand what I'm saying but: you. . . are the most amazing thing I've ever seen walk the earth. . ." I said to him. His large calloused hand slithered up my arm and towards my neck, his thumb gently pushed my chin to look up at him. His large head tilted to the side as he used his unintelligible clicking to communicate to me.

"I don't understand what you're saying. . . But if you mean. . ." I glanced at my bed then back at him, I took his hand and led him near it before I let him go, crawling backwards on the bed and watched him, "If I'm misinterpreting whatever you're trying to say. . . Then I'm sorry. . . But if I'm right. . . Then can you. . . be gentle? I-I've never. . . did this." I mumbled awkwardly.

He seemed to have understood that rather quickly when he held my ankle and lifted it, like he was examining my skin before he rested his knee on the bed. Pulling me closer and spreading my legs, I whimpered at my exposed place. He's ten times my size, yet he's being gentle as he could be. Maybe this will feel good like my friends say.

~~~

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Not good! Oh fuck! I was laying on my stomach, my ass was perched up and this thing was hovering over my back while his unnatural massive cock was prodding at my unexplored entrance. His hands were locked on my waist as he rubbed himself against me, I mewled from the sensation, it was some sort of friction for me.

He was so big, I was terrified on how he'll even make it fit inside of me. I'll barely get the tip in alone! Without warning me, he turned me over on my back again and knelt on the ground. He held my thighs open before letting his forked tongue run over my clit—there I gasped as I clenched the bedsheets.

"Ah!" I moaned, it was a strange feeling, but it felt good. I heard his growling rumbling within his chest as his hands squeezed my thighs. I wanted to touch him, but I wasn't sure of what he was comfortable with so I kept my hands to myself. I felt his mandibles slightly dif into my pelvic area as his lower ones cupped the backs of my rear, his tongue then slithered inside of my glistening petals and through my cunt.

My legs started to shake when his tongue flickered over my clit as he started to tease my labia. I felt my sweat beginning to form over my chest and forehead, I started to feel the tightening string building inside of me. He fully plunged his tongue deeper inside of me and struck the cord—my back lifting off the bed as I bit my hand to not moan out loud. With trembling legs and the flash of white blurring my vision, I didn't even see or feel him turn me back over on my stomach.

But I did feel that initial sting when his cock pushed into me, I used my pillow to squeal into as he added more pressure. Slowly but surely breaking through my hymen, my tears started to sting my eyes as his hands pushed down my shoulder—making my chest lay flat on the bed as I endured it.

His cock was large, too large, it filled me up as he started to slowly thrust, each thrust made his length dig deeper inside of me. I choked on my whimper as he slammed against my cervix, "FUCK!" I screamed out. He remained still and lowly purred beside my head, not moving and letting me adjust to the sheer size of him. My knuckles turned white as I clenched the sheets, I whined when he slightly moved. He was growling while letting his hands touch my body, I felt his dreadlocks drag across my skin.

After a minute or so, he slowly pulled back and pushed forward. Filling me again, he surely reached the deepest parts of me. Mewls and gasps came from me as he continued with his slow motions, rolling his hips into me and growling, letting out snarls and purrs as he clenched my hips—his claws digging into my skin to resist the urge to go faster. I appreciated the thought, but was terrified if he did let loose on me.

"Ah, Ngh! K-keep goi-NG!" I moaned while hugging my pillow with tears. I felt my sweat beginning to coat my forehead and my back, I felt him lower down and lick the shell of my ear with his forked tongue. A whimper flowed from my lips when he picked up the pace just a bit, I could feel his balls hitting my clit just right. They were so big slapping against me; I choked on my air when he pulled me up on his chest.

He hugged my waist and started to thrust into me again, I reached towards one of his locks and brought it to my lips to kiss. He roared and started to grope my breasts while thrusting quicker, each thrust was heavy and deep. His scale like arms held me tight, his claws tracing over my nipples as his mandibles clicked right next to my ear.

My body felt like it was going to split in half from his cock, I was shocked by my moaning and my begging for more of him. I held his arm while I shut my eyes to enjoy this overriding pleasure, my orgasm was approaching as he continued to grind against me. He laid me down again and snarled—digging his nails into my flesh as he restrained himself, I bit the pillow and squealed when the ball tightening within me snapped.

My back arched as I pushed against him, moaning as I felt my desire squirt out of me. That white bliss glossed over my vision, leaving small black dots to see as he continued to grind against me. He didn't stop, his thrusting grew more intense as he clawed at the sheets to avoid harming me—I covered my ears when he roared out. Then gasping when he finished inside of me.

It felt warm, and thick—I could feel his thick desire coating the walls of my uterus and filling my cunt to the brim. His dreadlocks were dragging over my shoulders as he slowly got up from me, I winced feeling him pull out from me. I felt his cum leaking out of me. I felt so tired, drained of all my energy.

His arms gently turned me over, my eyes felt droopy, they started to close when I felt him cover me with a blanket and pick me up before his deep voice growled out, "Sc—aar."

Unaware of where he was taking me. I don't know how long I was out but I was still sleeping. Until I heard more clicking and snarls from other creatures near me.

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Tougher than Iron III

Pairing: !HH!Arthur Morgan x !F!Reader

Summary: Micah Bell finally meets the daughter of Richardson Jones, causing more trouble than help for Arthur and Lenny; Dutch and Micah convince Arthur to meet up with Colm O'Driscoll, until everything backfired and Y/n is forcefully kidnapped by the O'Driscoll gang.

Warnings: adult language, blood, guns, knives, threats, mentions of child death, graphic attempted sexual harassment/assault (O'Driscolls), kidnapping, beatings, death, angst, comfort, fluff, sexual tension.

Part 1, Part 2,

Minors DNI 🔞 18 below the cut

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Y/n sat up when Micah began to laugh and snicker as he stumbled into the camp. "Just what in the hell do ya think you're doin'?" Arthur growled. "Easy there, Morgan, just here to see if yer doing yer job." Micah smirked as he laid his eyes on Buckley who was sleeping beside Y/n's tent. "And what in the hell is that?" Micah taunted as he walked towards Buckley.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Micah-!", "Shut yer damn mouth, boy." He snapped at Lenny as he watched Buckley's sleeping form. "Damn monster is what that thing is!" He laughed before he was knocked backwards by Buckley's large hip when he shifted to move. He neighed loudly and stood on his hind legs, kicking his feet wildly in the air, Y/n ran out as Micah instantly crawled and ran back from the crazed horse.

Micah pulled out his revolver and aimed it at the beast before Y/n blocked his shot when she reached her hands up at Buckley. "Shh! Shh! Buck! Buckley! It's me! It's okay!" She said, the horse landed and shook his head—pushing his snout into her shoulder as she held him, "You're alright, boy. I'm here." She whispered.

"Control that damn horse!" Micah yelled. Y/n turned and glared at him, "And who are you to tell me what to do!?" She scolded, "You're the moron over here harassing a sleeping horse! Have you no mind?!" Micah only placed his revolver back as he raised his hands. "Hey, hey. . . I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout at ya." He grinned, eyeing the way her jeans brought out her rear as she held onto Buckley's reins. "What's your name, sweetheart?" He smirked.

Y/n looked at Arthur and grumbled and stood in front of Micah, "You might wanna shut your mouth in front of Richardson's daughter, she's quicker with her bow than you with your gun." Arthur scowled at him before looking at Y/n, "Y/n, this is Micah Bell. . . Micah, that's Y/n."

Y/n removed Buckley's reins from his head before his saddle, "Maybe tell Mr. Bell to leave my horse alone. He doesn't like to be disturbed by strangers in his sleep." She muttered. Arthur looked at Micah who chuckled as Lenny rolled his eyes, "My apologies, sweetheart-", "Y/n is my preferred title, Mr. Bell." She said as she started to brush off Buckley's side.

"Y/n, if you want, you and me can ride into town and have a few drinks together?" Y/n shook her head as she brushed through Buckley's mane. "I'm sorry, but I don't drink, 'specially with men I just met." She said. Arthur and Lenny grew a tiny grin as they watched the two.

"You don't-?"

"I'm not looking for a drinking partner, and if I was, I'd go with Lenny or Arthur, perhaps both of them. At least they didn't try to mess with my horse." Y/n said as she walked away from Micah, "Lenny, wanna read something?"

"Of course!" Lenny smiled as he ran to his tent to find some books to grab. Arthur walked away from him and followed Y/n, "Hey, Y/n." Arthur said. She smiled and faced him, "Yes?"

"About that drinkin' offer, would ya want to go with me and Lenny?" He asked. Y/n giggled while looking at him, "Just as long as you and Lenny protect me. . . I don't want any men taking me away from my favorite outlaw." She grinned. "Y/n, I found one you might like!" Lenny said.

Y/n winked and walked away to Lenny. She and Lenny wondered towards a tree and sat beside the edge of Horseshoe Overlook, opening a book and losing themselves within the literature. Arthur rubbed the back of his neck before Micah came along. "Anywho. . . Cowpoke, while you and that boy have been running around with that broad. . . digging us ever deeper into shit. . . old Mr. Pearson might have gone and lightened the load a little. Pearson! Ain't you curious?" Micah grinned.

Arthur clenched his jaw when Micah dared call Y/n a broad, but he swallowed back the insult he was about the throw, he answered: "I guess."

"Gentlemen." Dutch grinned as he walked out from the trees with Simon, Hosea, John and Javier behind him. "Dutch?" Arthur muttered as he glanced at the two laughing by the tree, "What'd y'all doin' here?" He asked.

"Dutch. . ." Micah chuckled as he looked to Simon, "You tell him, fat man." Dutch looked at his two men, "So why did you drag us out here in the first place?" Hosea asked.

"It's peace, Dutch. . . the O'Driscolls. . . I mean, I think there's a way." Simon said. "What on earth are you talking about?" Dutch inquired as he glanced at Y/n and Lenny who haven't noticed them yet. "Get the words out properly, fat man." Micah taunted.

"I met a couple of the O'Driscoll boys on the road into town. . . things were about to get ugly. . . but you know how I am in a fight, huh?" Simon chuckled as he pulled out his knife, "Like a cornered tiger, hahah. Anyway. . . somehow it didn't, but. . . we got to talking. . . and they suggested a parley. . . to end things. . . like gentlemen." Simon explained.

"Gentlemen? Colm O’Driscoll? Have you lost your minds?" Dutch scoffed. "You're always telling us, Dutch. . . do what has to be done. . . but don’t fight wars ain't worth fighting." Micah reminded him.

"They want a parley? It's a trap." Hosea warned them. "Well of course, it's probably a trap. . . but what have we got to lose finding out." Micah said. "Get shot." Arthur retorted. "We ain't getting shot because you'll be protecting us. It's a trap, you shoot the lot of them. . . if it ain't a trap, that slim chance." Micah explained.

"I gotta stay and watch the girl, I ain't got time for running off again." Arthur reminded them. "I don't see the point in any of this." Dutch commented. "It's a chance we gotta take." Micah added. "I killed Colm's brother. . . long time ago. . . then he killed. . . a woman I loved dear." Dutch muttered.

"As you say. . . it's a long time ago, Dutch." Micah said.

"Let's go... you and me, with Arthur protecting us. . . no one else." Dutch said. "What about us?" Simon asked. "This ain't the time for tigers, my friend." Dutch replied.

"Uhh, Fine. Who's gonna stay and watch her then?" Arthur sighed. Dutch turned and looked at Simon, Hosea, Javier and John. "These four can of course. It's just a girl, Arthur. Ain't no struggle, now let's go." Dutch said.

"Mount up then, Morgan. Let's go then." Micah ordered.

"You know, I've been fighting Colm for so long now. . . I can barely remember a time when it was different." Dutch said as they started to ride off. "And you're still fighting him now, make no mistake of that." Arthur reminded again. "Here he goes. . . Doubting Thomas. . . is there any plan you ain't sour on?" Micah sighed.

~Y/n pov~

I didn't realize that four complete strangers had shown up in our camp until Lenny pointed them out, and of course: I was hostile. I was quick to grab my bow and stand in front of Lenny while aiming at the man with scars on his face. "Whoa! Y/n, don't worry! I know them!" Lenny said to me as he held my shoulder.

"You what?" I muttered. "They're our friends, Arthur and I know them." Lenny replied. Then two of their faces looked familiar to me, ". . . Wait, I saw your faces on the posters. That's John and Hosea?" I asked Lenny. "Yes."

I lowered my bow as they lowered their hands, "If they try anything, Lenny-", "You'll put one between their eyes." Lenny smiled. I stepped aside and let him walk to his friends, I awkwardly looked to the side and saw Buckley breathing down the tanner man's neck who then jumped when he realized who was behind him.

"Don't let him scare you. . . He likes scaring men for some reason." I warned him. The man looked at me and chuckled as he nodded his head, slowly stepping towards me. "I never introduced myself, I'm Javier." He greeted as he held out his hand. "Y/n." I said, "You probably knew that. . . Planning on robbing my father?"

Javier looked shocked as I smiled, "It's okay, I know what's going on." I added. "You know what we're doing?" Hosea questioned as he walked to us. "Mr. Matthews." I teased as I held out my hand, "I do know. I, for one, think that it's a fun idea to rob someone as rich as my father, but I wish you could've told me beforehand."

He shook my hand and chuckled, "Well, my dear, we didn't know of your situation with your father. But I do know that he is worried about you." Hosea said. "It's alright, he can have me when he earns me." I answered. "Gentlemen, may I ask for your names?"

"This is Simon Pearson, Javier Escuella, and John Marston." Hosea greeted them to me. "Nice to meet you all, of course you know me." I chuckled. "You don't seem bothered by any of this." John said. "I've been through worse, compared to that, this is simply paradise." I smiled.

I set my bow onto Buckley's saddle beside my quiver, "I find it amazing that I'm hanging with a few outlaws, although I didn't like that Mr. Bell." I cringed, I saw some of them either shrug or roll their eyes over Mr. Bell's name. "Micah isn't that pleasant to be around, but he does his part, I suppose." Hosea sighed.

Reminded me of Uncle Robert, wasn't too pleasant to be around, but he always did his job. "Well, gentlemen, I'm going to clean myself up. Don't worry, I'm not gonna run off." I reminded them as I walked to my tent to grab some fresh clothes, the river has it's private places if I find one. I've been aching for a bath anyway. "Lenny, keep that place marked in the book, I'll be back!" I called out, I hushed Buckley and made him follow me so when I got out of the river, he'd cover me.

~3rd pov~

"Alright, cowpoke. You're gonna peel off up ahead. We'll be meeting down on the plane. Find a spot just above us where you can keep an eye on things." Micah said.

"Alright. Alright. However this shakes out, let's aim to meet back near Horseshoe Overlook afterwards." Arthur added. "We'll be there, partner." Micah replied.

Arthur rode up to the observation position, pulling out his binoculars and watching the meeting in detail. Soon enough, three other riders come galloping towards Dutch. "Hello, Dutch. . . it's been a while." The man named Colm O'Driscoll said.

"Sure." Dutch muttered. "So, uh. . . how's your gang doing? They still believing in ya? Better world. . . pure world, hmm? How's that coming along?" Colm questioned. "Just fine." Dutch replied. "How's that score you stole off us?"

"Which one?" Dutch questioned.

Colm laughed as he watched Dutch, "Oh, I like that. It's like I said, this a charismatic leader. Lot of heat on us this time. Both of us. Whole heap of trouble. They offered me a price, Dutch. . . to bring you in." Colm said.

"Why didn't you take it?" Dutch inquired. "Well. . . still might. But there's something else we'd rather have." Colm sighed. "What are we doing here, Colm? Is this thing over?" Dutch asked.

Colm just smiled, "You have a thing for the ladies, Dutch. . . Unfortunately, one of those ladies is ours for the taking." Colm said, "Around ten-thousand dollars for her return alone." Dutch arched his brow as he looked at Colm and his men who were snickering.

"Which lady?" Dutch questioned. "Oh, you know her. . . Beautiful little thing, has a hunch for running off on a large black horse. . . Prefers to be handled roughly than a proper lady." Colm sighed, "I think you're a little too late, Dutch. . . She's ours for the taking."

Dutch then understood what Colm was hinting at when he reached for his gun.

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Lenny, Hosea, Javier, and John were all sitting together by a fire as Simon worked on the rabbit meat. Only to hear Buckley's loud cry from afar in the woods, and Y/n's terrified screams. All of the men grabbed their weapons and jumped on their horses, following the gunshots. "Sonofabitch! Get 'er dammit!!" A man shouted.

The men continued to charged and found a group of men trying to hold down Buckley's wild kicks and bucks as he fought them off. Four more were trying to reach Y/n, but she was shooting them with her bow. One of them was shooting at her as she hid behind a tree, Buckley kicked a man in the head as Hosea shot at the other who jumped onto Y/n.

John and Javier both tackled two more as Simon and Lenny shot more. Y/n yelled as she was being dragged backwards and tied down, until another O'Driscoll knocked her out with the butt end of his rifle. He lifted her and found his horse, the four were distracted by the other O'Driscolls and he managed to get away. Buckley cried out and charged after the man who made way with his owner.

~Y/n pov~

Did headaches always throb this badly? The galloping horse made my head worse, I don't remember falling asleep but I woke up on the ground. Cold and wet, I couldn't stand up, my hands were restrained behind my back. My shoulders were aching as I tried to move, I was in some sort of tent, on the muddy ground and freezing. My shirt was soaked and my pants were all dirtied up, I just changed into these clothes too.

"Yer heard Jones, he wants to punish her himself! We don't gotta worry about it.", "Jus' let us have some fun." The men outside said. I didn't think of anything else, but I knew I had to escape. I tried to move my wrists only for someone to enter and grab my arm—pulling me upwards as I yelped in pain from the soreness.

"H-Hey!" I gasped when he dragged me out and threw me to the ground, "Ngh-!", "You little whore, makin' us run 'round here to get ya. Your lucky your daddy's paying us a pretty price for yer return." He said. I managed to see a few other men standing around, surrounding me as I noticed one of their faces. Ragged clothing and messy hair, a scar over his brow, brown eyes and a mean yet sadistic scowl on his face.

He was on a flyer I saw in town. . . Part of the O'Driscoll gang. . . I started to panic now. The O'Driscolls, I've heard plenty about them, their crimes were atrocious compared to any other gang. From something rather tame such as a simple robbery, to completely barbaric as ravaging women and killing innocent children. I lost my breath when someone kicked my stomach, I coughed and tried to breathe properly before I was kicked again.

"She's sound nice when she's outta breath!" One of them laughed. "Look at that purty lil mouth of hers. Be nice to put something in it!" I growled and glared at the men watching me. "Stick anything in my mouth, and I'll bite it off!"

"Whore's got a mouth on her!" A man chuckled.

"Your daddy never said anything about having some fun with ya. It'll be quite nice to discipline yer ungrateful—", "Leave her to me." Another man cut in, "Back off." The stranger knelt by my head as grabbed my hair before pulling me to face him. And there he was: Colm O'Driscoll.

"Quite pretty for a young thing." He smirked, "Your daddy said you was waiting for a husband. . . Means your a pure one, aren't you? He wouldn't mind if we. . . Had fun with you? After going all that way to bring you back home, I think you owe us all a little something."

He wasn't. . . No. . . No, no, oh no! No, he can't! "Let me go! Get off! Don't fucking touch me!" I snapped at him. He chuckled and glanced at his men. "I'm afraid we're gonna do a lot more than touch you, sweetheart. Don't worry, after a few rounds with us, it'll feel natural for you." Someone turned me onto my back and pinned me down, I started to scream when another laughed while he reached for his belt before another copied his actions.

"No! No! Get off! Get off of me! Help!" I shouted—until Colm covered my mouth. "Don't worry, princess, we're gonna make sure you're all stretched out for your husband." He smirked as I tried to kick my legs. "No!" I muffled out before biting his hand, he yelled and slapped my face before straddling my waist and sitting there. "Make 'er scream, Colm!" A man cackled. "Make her beg for it!" Another laughed.

"Hey! Hey! Stop!" A man said from nearby, it stopped the man from unbuttoning my pants, "C-C'mon! This ain't right! She's just a girl! She's cryin', she doesn't want this-!", "You actually speakin' up again, Kieran?" One of the men chortled. "Keep yer mouth shut, unless you want us to shut you up ourselves." Another threatened. "Please! Please, help me! Help me!" I cried, desperate to get loose to fight back. Two of them cut the rope around my wrists and pinned my arms down, Colm had ripped my shirt open before grasping at my bra with his disgusting hand—I finally screamed out Arthur's name.

And as if he were summoned by my voice, a gunshot went off. Shooting the man holding down my left arm, I gasped when his blood splattered over my face. Colm had gotten off of me and ran off to hide, shooting back soon enough. I turned over and looked for a place to crawl under. I grabbed a knife nearby before stabbing one of the O'Driscolls in the kneecap when he tried to grab my ankle. I kicked the blade in deeper before he was shot down.

I heard Buckley's neighs near before he leapt out from the bushes, charging through different men and kicking them away. I stood and ducked under a table when a bullet almost hit me, I heard Javier and John yelling at each other. I didn't want to risk their safety or mine, so I booked it into the woods, not before grabbing a fallen rifle.

My bow is missing, and arrows nowhere near me, and I had no training with a gun especially a rifle like his. The only time I did was with my father when I was seven years old! I barely remember how to reload or hold it correctly! I should've gotten a sword at least!

A bullet missed my shoulder by a mere inch, I stumbled to the side and tried to remember how to cock a damn rifle. One of the O'Driscolls was heading towards me with a angry glare on his face, he carried a knife and ran at me. I kicked him back but he grabbed my legs and shoved them apart, I shoved the rifle into his chest before pulling the trigger.

The blast ricochet from him to me—sending him flying off of me and I threw the rifle aside. I'm pretty sure that was the last bullet, I felt the blood dripping down my skin as I started to stand and run. Until one of them grabbed me, "Get off me! Get the fuck off me!" I shouted. "Hey! Hey! It's me! Look!" His voice said as he turned me around to face him.

Those ocean irises found mine, my body was trembling as I held his arms. "A-Arthur." I stuttered, I hugged him and buried my face into his shoulder. His strong arms encircled my back and shoulders, holding me close to him. ". . . It's okay. . . We're here." He whispered as he held me. "Arthur." I muttered out.

~3rd pov~

Colm had made it out of the shootout, twelve or more of his members were shot down. Kieran was caught and dragged back to their camp, Arthur was the one who safely brought Y/n back to Horseshoe Overlook. A few of the men argued over Micah's idea and Colm's attack on Y/n. Arthur wasn't dragged into it, he was helping Y/n into her tent and set her bow beside her cot. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you." Arthur apologized to her.

"I knew I shouldn't have left with Dutch or Micah." He continued. Y/n shivered as she held her ripped flannel in her fingers, ". . . I was scared. . ." She whispered, "I thought they'd kill me but. . ." Arthur looked at her as she slid off her shirt. "I'm sorry I didn't take care of this-", "Don't apologize for that. Jus' a shirt." Arthur said while using a soft rag to clean the stained blood on her face and neck.

He removed the shirt and looked at the bruises littered on her abdomen. "Shit. . . We gotta patch you up, get rid of these bruises." He muttered. "Get a rag, with cold water. . . Should do the trick." She sighed, Arthur turned to walk until she held his wrist, "Wait. . . Please. . . Can. . . Can you stay? Lenny or Javier can grab the cold water. . ." She asked in a whispered voice.

Arthur sighed and walked to sit by her on her cot, "Here. . . Cover yourself, don't want you to get sick." He said as he covered her shoulders with her blanket. She held the blanket and scooted closer to Arthur, "You're warm. . ." She mumbled—resting her head on his large shoulder.

~~~

Richardson stormed into his room, rummaging through his drawers and shelves. Furiously searching for an item before someone knocked on the door, "Mr. Jones?", "What?" He growled while searching through his desk.

"You have a letter. . ." His butler said as he held it out. "Okay, now get out of my sight." Richardson ordered as he snatched the letter out of the servants hand. He turned around and unfolded it.

Dear, Mr. Jones, it has been a while since we've last seen each other, or rather blamed each other. Perhaps around fifteen years since the incident accident? Don't think that you're off the leash because of my absence from your successful heinous scheme, I still remember what you did, and what you're doing. I may not be near, but I'm close. Enjoy the riches while they last, because they won't be yours for long. The rightful heir is Y/n, she's the one who deserves those prized heirlooms, the manors, the ships, the businesses, and the riches. You've changed, but don't fret, so have I. I've had help over the years thanks to a close friend of mine, you may have heard of his nickname that a few folks call him. . . The Red Harlow.

He ain't a fan of your history either. He helped me change, showed me a few tricks, don't worry, I'll show them to you soon enough. But, you can easily avoid this confrontation by simply just revoking your place in the family name. Let the rightful owner have her place. If not. . . Then you better sleep with both eyes open and your ears sharp. Y/n is Tough like Iron. Got it from her grandfather. . . Good luck with your choices.

Worst wishes from the Crimson Coup gang.

— The Red Widow.

Richardson froze in his place, slowly lifting his head to look at an old family portrait of Y/n, Tallulah and himself along with his twin brother. His shaking hands clenching at the letter before he ripped it out of anger and frustration. "Antonio! Get the damn search parties and find my damn daughter!" He shouted, "And bring me Mr. O'Malley and his hunter, Callaghan!"

~~~

Y/n was sleeping beside Arthur in her cot, her arm resting over his chest as she nuzzled closer against his body. Arthur had woken up slightly, seeing how pressed up she was against him. She was calm and at peace; his arm was around her body, holding her as she slept. He didn't want to wake her, but he heard a few more people outside her tent. Such as Sadie Adler and Abigail, he was slow and gentle as he removed himself from her.

Bringing the blanket closer and covering her sides before walking out of her tent. Seeing the entire gang setting up their tents and more around the area, and a few men tying up Kieran by a tree.

"Dutch?" Arthur asked as he approached the leader, "What is all of this?" Hosea walked up and chuckled, "Colm's been on the run, and his gang found our hideout. So now we're going to remain here for the moment." Hosea replied. "Uncle Arthur!" Jack smiled as he wandered up to his side.

~Y/n pov~

My stomach was cold, a slight ache riddled my organs when I slowly stretched. Then it hit me, where'd Arthur go? I forgot that he actually stayed with me! I felt my face turn red from the blush as I sat up in my cot. He actually laid beside me. That's the closest thing to intimate I'll ever get with a man, especially with a man like Arthur.

I calmed my blushing face and stood searching for cleaner clothes to wear, I slid on my new boots, jeans, shirt, belt, and hat before stepping out. Seeing more people than yesterday around the area, at first I thought it was my father's friends, but I then saw a child and a few women.

The boy looked adorable, I wanted to pick him up and hug him. It gave me a soft feeling of being a mother, what if I had a charming son, or a dazzling daughter of my own? That would be something. "Hi, Ms." The young boy said in front of me.

I ignored my muscle as I squatted down at his height, "Hi, there, boy." I grinned. He gave me a shy smile as he rocked on his heels, "What's your name, Ms?" He asked me. "Hm, I'm Y/n, what about you?", "I'm Jack!"

"Jack, huh? That's a tough name." I chuckled. "I like your name." He smiled. "Why thank you, Jack."

"Jack." A woman said as she approached us, I stood up straight and smiled at her. "Hi there, is Jack here yours?" I asked her. "Oh, you must be Y/n! And, yes, yes Jack is my son." She chuckled, "I'm Abigail."

"Nice to meet you, Abigail." I grinned, Jack laughed as she picked him up. "Come on, you both must be hungry." I followed her and found a meal to eat thanks to Simon Pearson, there was also another woman named Sadie Adler. Not sure if she helped or not with the food but it was good either way.

Now that I've finished eating breakfast, I grabbed my bow and started to shoot at the trees as a target. Taking one from my quiver and shooting it straight in the center, I kept going for a few shots until Arthur approached me. "Come with me." He said. "Where are we going?" I asked, but he didn't answer he just walked to his horse and climbed on.

I glanced at Lenny who shrugged his shoulders; Buckley trotted over and let me climb onto his saddle. I then followed Arthur wherever he led me. I was beside him as we looked through the trees, "You're not gonna kill me out here, right?" I questioned. "Why would I kill you?" He chuckled. "I dunno, maybe you're tired of me."

He just laughed as he continued deeper into the woods, "Nah, I ain't tired of ya. Just wanted to take you somewhere. . . It's a surprise anyway." He said. I hummed and smiled as I tried to guess. "Is it a puppy?"

"No." He smirked. "Mm. . . A litter of kittens?"

"Yer not gonna guess it." He replied. "Is it a library?"

He sighed as he hung his head, "No." I giggled as we kept moving, "Is it a castle?"

"Nope."

"Oh! I know! A ranch!"

"Not even close." He chuckled again.

"Maybe. . . My father apologizing to me for being a major bastard?"

"Pardon me?"

"Nothing." I grinned, "Is it a Mor'du?"

"In yer dreams, girl."

"A. . . A, um. . . Ah! Is it a date?!" He slightly stumbled on his horse when I spoke, which made me laugh.

Arthur led me near a river, he slowly got off his horse and I got off Buckley. Making sure he was comfortable near the river, I was surprised he hasn't splashed me with the water by now. I turned and saw Arthur holding three bottles of liquor and other beverages, ". . . Is that. . . For me?!" I smiled as I held one of the bottles. "We can share, I'll make sure to watch how much you drink. We'll needa head back soon."

~3rd pov~

Arthur and Y/n both drank down one full bottle of liquor, she was already buzzed by the alcohol. Leaning against Arthur's side as she spoke about her mother and father, possibly even saying that her mother was actually insane. But she then moved onto Arthur next, "I don't know what would've happened if you weren't there." She said, "Thank you. . . So much, Arthur. . ."

"You don't needa thank me. . . Jus' doing what I promised to ya." He answered her, she rested her head on his shoulder as she watched the stream of water. ". . . You know. . . being out here with you, is the happiest I've ever been. I can ride whenever I want, shoot my arrows, talk to people who enjoy activities such as I. . . spend time with a man who actually interests me. . ." She mumbled.

Arthur looked down at her as she sighed, "I'm not experienced in love or anything. . . Never been courted by a man. . . Held by one. . . Kissed. . . Loved. . . When my father said that Damon would be my husband. . . I didn't know what to say or feel. . . I felt heartbroken that he'd just marry me off."

His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer, "As long as yer with me. . . You don't gotta worry about gettin' married to a random man." He told her. Her eyes glistened with the light shining off the river before she sat up and looked at Arthur. "Promise me." She said.

Arthur's brow perked up as he looked at her, "I already did—", "No. . . Promise me that I can always trust you, that you'll be there when I need you." She added as her hand was placed on his. Arthur nodded his head, "I promise ya. . ." He muttered. Y/n grew a smile as she stood up slowly, "Follow me. . . It should be around here somewhere." She said as she walked to Buckley, "Bring those drinks!"

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Arthur followed Y/n deeper into the woods before they came across a large castle like mansion, near a cliff that overlook dirt paths upwards the front. "What is this place?" He asked her. "One of my father's old homes. . . He doesn't use it anymore now, I wondered why. . . Me and Kimberly would always sneak out here to have drinks. Come on, the horses have their place in the back."

After they hitched their horses into the mini-stables near the side of the castle, Y/n led Arthur inside. A red carpet remained on the ground, dust coated old candles, chairs, tables and pictures. The sun shined through the windows as Y/n ran up the steps, "If I were you, I'd stay close, those rats are as big as dogs nowadays."

"Pretty sure Micah is bigger than a dog." Arthur grumbled as he followed her.

Y/n pushed open one of the doors in the corridor and revealed a large bedroom, king sized bed, large windows, table and a few chairs. "Here we go!" She smiled as she found a few things to help her ignite the candles. "This the master bedroom?" Arthur wondered. "Oh, no. This is one of the guest rooms. The master's are way bigger than this, Mr. Morgan." She giggled while lighting the candles.

The room was bright enough to see now, Arthur looked around the room and saw that it was cleaner than he had thought it would've been. "I just relax here. . . Kimberly likes to drink and pass out anywhere in this place, she feels safe here." Y/n said as she collapsed on the bed, "Does your head ache?"

He approached her side and held his gun belt, "Think you had too much, girlie." He said. She chuckled while holding her head, "Shush. . ." Arthur sat down and turned his head when Y/n hugged his shoulders from behind him, "You know you're handsome, right?" She asked him.

Arthur scoffed at the compliment as she tugged off his hat before placing it on her head, "Nah, I'm not. . ." She gripped his shoulders more firmly and pushed him down on the bed. Her hair hanging and brushing the sides of Arthur's face as he looked at her, "You, Arthur Morgan, are handsome. Y'know I blush when I even think of you?" She giggled, her cheeks red with intoxication as she watched his blue eyes, "I don't even know how to explain it but. . . You're the first man to ever make me feel like this! When I look at you, I can feel it, and when I look at you. . . I'm. . . I'm home."

Arthur's eyes were wide with emotion, he watched her as sighed. "It's probably whatever we drank talking but. . . Arthur, you're different. . . No one makes me feel like this. . . I feel protected when I'm with you, I feel happy. . . accepted. . . You don't judge me."

His hand slowly rose up—his finger pushed and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear to see her face glow from the candlelight. "I ain't a good man, Y/n. . . I killed people before, robbed 'em-"

"I don't care. . . you were raised an outlaw, I was raised as a pompous rich brat in everyone's eyes. . . but they don't know who we actually are. A caring man who only does this to support his friends and family, and me, a girl who's just trapped being what her father makes her to be. . . Arthur, we are completely different than everyone makes us to be. You're a good man, I see it. In your words, your actions, your choices. . ."

Her fingers combed through his hair, grazed over his short stubble beard, her eyes watching his ocean blue eyes. She was lost in them. Arthur was beginning to lose his senses, his large hand held her cheek before he slowly lowered her down. Y/n could feel that magnetic pull, their eyes closed when their lips finally touched.

"You make me crazy, girl." He muttered against her lips.

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Part 4 coming soon