#dimitri wolf

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Dimitri Wolf, ex-capitán militar, busca incansablemente a su hija perdida tras huir de Woodbury.

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"Seduce?" Wolf chuckles stalking towards her. "What is seduce? Is subtle way of making you want to fuck me?" He questions grasping her hips, & walking her back against the wall. Leaning in to her ear, he purrs in his deep accent. "I am not subtle~, krasivaya." His hands press into her body, fingers raking up her torso, pushing her shirt up some as they goes. Then in a flash he catches her wrists & roughly pins her arms above her head, rubbing his hips into hers with a low growl "See? Not suble~"

I BET YOU CAN'T SEDUCE MY MUSE

"Wolf." her voice was stern, this wasn't exactly the best time for this, she was busy and he knew that yet he continued to advance on her questioning the act of seduction as he grasps her hips with a force and walks her back in to the wall behind her. She swallowed hard staring in to those blue eyes of his with an upturn of her head. Her entire body shudders as his hands press in to her, fingers raking up, lifting her shirt as he went and the pads of her fingers feathered against his biceps before he caught her wrists and pinned them above her head with a gasp, spine curving as her hips push forward, his own doing the same, grinding against her with a low growl that had her trembling against him. "God damn it Wolf." she uttered beneath hitched breath.

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Seduction | NSFW | Meme

Seduce me without using any words

   It wasn't exactly a challenge but she would do it anyhow. Wolf had been behind the bar retrieving his own bottle of vodka since the barkeep had yet again left their post and with sly movement she had slipped around the bar on hands and knees unknowingly to him until she was in front of him, hands gliding up denim pant legs, over the zipper and higher beneath his shirt, fingers splaying out and dancing along his skin before sliding back down to pop to button loose and pull the zipper down, fingers hooking in to the hem of his jeans and tugging, leaving his boxer briefs in place.

She leaned in, running her tongue along the fabric over the length of his manhood, right hand slipping beneath to fondle his balls, her lips pressing delicately against where she believed the tip of his cock to be and fell back, eyes staring up at him with a winning smirk before she would slip back from around the bar and in to the public eye.

A strangled sound escaped his lips as he froze feeling her hot hands practically burning him through his denim. Fuck~. She was a wicked one. The teasing wouldn't have been nearly as bad if they were in a place where he could pull her up by her hair and pin her lil ass to the nearest wall. But no, she'd picked the worst possible place to get him hard and hungry for her.  A low growl rumbles in his chest and his eyes clench tight a moment, his cock stirring, swelling, starting to strain against his pants already. His free hand thrusts into her dark locks and he looks down, pinning her with a serious expression. She might have been playing, but he certainly wasn't. His voice was barely a whisper, but even over the music he was sure she could hear him.  "Best hide tonight krasivaya. I find you, I'll put you back on your knees." His hand tightens in her hair a moment before releasing to slide down her jaw. His thumb smooths over her lush lips, then presses into her mouth a moment, wetting it to run along that lower lip. Drawing his hand away he suckles the moist digit smirking down at her, then backs away. Taking his bottle, Wolf adjusts himself with his free hand, and finds the nearest booth, where he could hide the fact he had a very obvious erection.

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Blood on my hands

Your muse has accidentally killed mine. What do they do?

The mission was a simple one, easily done. The four of them would pretend to be guests at a fancy hotel, using what money they could spare between the four of them from previous jobs made it that much easier to do. She would allow one of them to hit her, at least once to draw blood and put on a show for security and they would escort her to a safe location where she would find a way to put the man to sleep and allow entrance to Uri, Wolf and Lex.

A corridor to the vault of a bank was just on the other side of that wall and it was simple enough to gain entrance, and she would open the large steel door for them so that they could collect their riches before any one had the slightest notion that they were there. In and out is what they had said in the beginning but it wasn't that simple, and they were fools to believe it.

An alarm sounded and in a matter of minutes they were on them, coming from all sides, a smoke bomb being tossed in to the center of the hall blinding them from seeing what was going on as shots rang, bouncing off concrete walls, ammo running scarce and she turned, her body hitting something hard and an accidental slip of her finger had her pulling the trigger. Eyes went wide as she caught sight of the man before her, his body sliding down hers to his knees and she dropped with him, the palms of her hands flush against his cheeks and holding his head upright as she stared in to his eyes.

If this had been a time when they had first met it wouldn't have meant much to her, a mistake of friendly fire in the cloud of smoke but now, although she would never have admitted it there was something there, a place in her heart for this man. Tears threatened to spill and she held on, staring in to the speechless mans eyes as they grew dim and his body fell limp beneath her, and all she could do was lean forward, placing a last kiss on his lips and whispering the words "I love you" against them before strong arms wrapped around her mid section and pulled her away from him, the tears that threatened coming undone and she shook with intent on freeing herself to be by his side not wanting him to be alone in his last moments.

Her arm slammed back, elbow meeting jaw with a crack and she flew forward on to her knees again capturing his face in her hands but he was gone, and in that moment her heart shattered.

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//You're whenthemancomesaround too right? Ok so I ship Raylan and Red hardest, but have to say that Red's husband and Marlena have hotter smut.

[+] I am indeed also Raylan, and yes Raylan and Red had this sweet and sexy air about them while Marley actually very much disliked Wolf upon their first meeting and thought him to be a pig, but you give her a whole lotta moonshine and shit happens.

I agree, definitely much hotter smut because it's rough and dirty and I enjoy though and see that you do to. :3 

I love you stalker. Let me love you. 

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UNF •Wolf

send me "unf" and i'll answer this

You are:

[] Cute[] Adorable[] Beautiful[] Sexy[] askjdgfj[x] Ruggedly handsome in all the right manly ways. 

If you kissed me I would:

[x] Kiss you back[] Be shocked[] Smile and laugh[x] Push you away[x] Slap you[x] Punch you and then kiss you 

If you asked me out I would say:

[] No[] Yes[] HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, YES[x] No at first because she still doesn't like him in a way. 

Can we cuddle?

[x] No thank you [Not yet, she'll probably make him leave after or leave herself until he's gone in this stage of the relationship][] Yes please

Sex?

[] No thank you[] Yes please[x] Now. Right now. My bed. Hurry. [and make it rough]

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I want the K •Wolf

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

                                    1. Hot, steamy kiss

She had felt the buzz after the first glass of shine that had been given to her by Uriel, and knew after that she would need to cut herself off but yet she continued accepting another full glass of the shine, drinking it much slower this time than the last as she listened to the boasting and ramblings of the men who sat in the table across the room playing drinking games and acting the way men did, but if she hadn't encountered Wolf prior to this she might have joined if only to place bets on seeing who could out drink who, as long as shine wasn't involved she could hold her liquor as well as anyone with enough experience in the drink.

Three glasses down and her body was feeling relaxed and ready for sleep. She had kindly declined a fourth no matter how small the portion and slipped from her seat giving the table of men a once over before departing to her room for the night. It was slightly troublesome making her way to her room having to catch herself against the wall with every few steps and she wondered why exactly she had allowed herself to take in so much. 

Fingers wrapped around the old crystal designed doorknob and turned stumbling through the door and catching herself on the dresser kicking her leg back, boot hitting door and a slam followed. Her eyes hit the bed and she imagined herself doing the same, pushing herself up and heading for the comfort she knew she would have when the door opened behind her and she turned, brows narrowed at the man as he entered, her anger on his entrance giving her the power to walk straight as she advanced on him hoping her legs wouldn't give beneath her and she gave him a crack to the jaw with her fist before fisting his shirt and pulling him closer lips clashing forcefully with his.

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Her flavor was warm & inviting, even if her actions weren't. Would he be doing this if he'd not consumed nearly the entire bottle now spilling at his boots? Perhaps not, but the golden opportunity presented itself, & he'd be damned if he wasn't going to take it. Her bite brought a growl that turned into a chuckle as he lets her push him back from her lush lips. Still holding her firmly, & licking his own. His eyes lowered to where he'd just tasted. "I am liking, you, you have 'a-gon'--- fire!"

It was as if she was a magnet to all drunk and disorderly men with traveling hands and forceful lips. This one in her mind had to be the cherry on the top of the not so delicious sundae, and though she was able to push him from her, her earlier actions by sinking her teeth in to his lower lip giving way to colliding lips and ending the kiss being a success his hands hadn't faltered, remaining clasped around the back of her neck and she so willed to slip below and away but remained stiff in place. "And hasn't anyone ever told you not to play with fire?" her tone was as sharp as the look she'd been giving him, her eyes locked on his with a curled upper lip of disgust. "My patience is thinning, remove your hands from me, and leave            Now." she demanded it of him, and years of being a marine had given her practice with handling any situation, but it had been a while since she'd checked out and he was at least twice her size. Getting in to a rumble with him wasn't something she had the desire for, but if it came down to it she would not hesitate to injure him by any means to free her from his grasp let alone presence.