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feveredvisions · 1 day ago

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You circled back to face him, unzipping the vest of your uniform and letting it fall on the floor. “You know what? I’ll fuck you here, and then I’ll leave again.”

LMFAOAOAKSKSKSKJSNSNDNSN that part cracked me tf up. It's all scrumptious. Turns out I wasn't in control of Detective Walker despite him bounded under my mercy. Got me squeezing me thighs together when he taunted about making me cum despite him being tied up and supposedly like the submissive. Nah. Not on my pussy's watch apparently 😮‍💨👀😗

Fucking loved every part of this. Felt every inch, every vein of the words you wrote. Left a special rope burn around me heart and got my blood hot and pumping. Fan-fucking-tantisc, dzaahhling 🖤 @tickettride

Hands tied

pairing is detective Walker x fem!OC

in which Walker usually comes to find you in your office at night to make you feel less alone. So it’s only natural to worry when he doesn’t show up on the fifth night. You track him to a warehouse, and it doesn’t take long to see why. Tied to a chair, worn out and bloodied, Walker still looks like sin. But that doesn’t stop you from using him the way he always uses you after midnight.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: unprotected sex, swearing and "shut ups" thrown here and there, mentions of blood and death

AN: I rarely write smut because I’m just… bad at it? but this had to be done. I wrote it fast and maybe too short, but that’s better than nothing

third gif credits

Once every door had closed, specks of dust floated through the stale air and the beeping of the systems echoed in rhythm. Everyone was gone, except you.

The hum of the vending machine buzzed louder than your own thoughts. You couldn’t stop thinking about the bloodied corpses, their lifeless eyes staring straight at you. It was haunting, to say the least. But it was nothing compared to the images of him pounding into you, his warm breath against your ear, whispering how good those pants made you look.

As soon as it started, you knew you wouldn’t be able to think or work anymore.

“Shit,” you eventually whispered to yourself, pushing the printed pictures aside.

It was the fifth night you spent at the office, while everyone else had gone back to their families, back to their lives.

He’d said he’d see you again today, but the hours slipped by, and no one knocked at your door. At first, you figured he might’ve gone to see his daughter. That was the only personal detail he’d ever been clear about. But he would’ve told you.

Deep down, you knew he wouldn’t leave you waiting like that all night. It was never really about self-defense when you stepped outside the building. He just liked making sure you got to your car each time, hair tousled, eyes still glazed from the last wave of adrenaline.

You didn’t call. That was the rule. Just a quick fuck between two lonely souls at night, and that was it.

So when the case you were working stalled and the clock flashed 2:40 a.m., you didn’t hesitate. You stared faraway, disappearing beyond the dark as the ringing went on and on. You called him four times.

The next step was to find him. Make sure he hadn’t been left bleeding out somewhere, another corpse tied to your case. A few minutes later, his location pinged on your screen. Walker. His picture. He was at a warehouse, the same one he told you he’d killed that guy in a week ago. What the fuck was he doing back there?

The drive was fucking endless. Red lights glared over the near-empty streets as you blew through a couple of stops, your grip on the wheel white-knuckled. As soon as the warehouse came into view, tall and haunting, you swung the car to the right and parked there, on the curb.

The door slammed shut behind you, the sound sharp in the stillness.

No sign of his car.

A new cool-headedness chased you through the building. It pushed you through closed doors and down empty corridors, but promptly disappeared when you burst upstairs, pointing the gun forward in protection—just in case someone was still there.

“Walker?”

His voice finally reached you. He didn’t sound upset or scared. Just fucking tired and worn out. Typical.

You pushed a door open and there he was. Slumped in a busted office chair, his wrists strapped behind him with zip ties. Your pulse fastened at the sight of blood at his temple, but he looked okay. The moon lit him from behind, casting his features in shadow and silver.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You lowered your gun, your voice way too high.

That only made him groan, though he looked as relieved to find you. “What the fuck you think I’m doin’?”

Breathing out the tension, you crossed the room to untie him. There was something so hot about him like that, all bloodied and defiant.

“You should’ve called—”

“Called how, huh?”

Another sigh slipped from your lips. You stayed behind him, standing while he stared straight ahead.

“Who was there?”

“Can’t tell you,” he said, as always.

You nodded even though he couldn’t see it, eyes dropping to his hands where his fingers twitched against the tension of the zip ties.

“I was waiting for you,” you said.

Finally, he glanced over his shoulder. His voice dripped with sarcasm. “Believe me or not, but I was waitin’ for you, too. Or at least someone.”

“Not for me to come fuck you, though.”

He held your haze, shifting his hands only to let them fall again. “No. For you to come and untie me. My wrists are fuckin‘ burnin’.”

You bit back a grin, equal parts amused and turned on. “You don’t know how much I love seeing you like this, though.”

“I’m not fuckin’ kiddin’. Untie me.”

You didn’t. You kissed the sensitive skin of his neck, marking a line up to his ear. Your nerves already pricked with each feather-light touch, and so did his. Whispering in his ear only made it better.

“Makes me want to suck you off.”

In this position, he was rendered completely immobile. At your mercy. That big guy who always took matters into his own hands, looking up at you like he was close to begging. After another kiss on his neck, Walker inhaled deeply.

You circled back to face him, unzipping the vest of your uniform and letting it fall on the floor. “You know what? I’ll fuck you here, and then I’ll leave again.”

At that, you could practically feel his hot, unbridled anger steaming off his body. Walker frowned up at you, swallowing hard.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

You only grinned more, impulsively straddling his thighs like they were yours to sit on. You pressed your lips to his, not quite kissing yet. “Shut up. That’s not what your mouth is meant for.”

Before he could think of anything, your tongue parted his and your whole body pushing against his. The place between your legs pulsed for a heavy force, already knowing what came after midnight. Walker remained stoic, almost unreadable, but the corner of his lip betrayed him, rising in a fraction of a smile.

You dragged your thumb across his lower lip, watching the way it dipped under the pressure. Smooth, warm, betraying how badly he wanted to use it. In response, he leaned over to catch your mouth again, hot and hungry. Turning him on was the easiest thing ever—but maybe that was just you. He’d told you just how much your voice turned him on the night before.

Releasing him, your hand trailed down his stomach, groping his quickly hardening cock through his black pants.

“You can’t even help yourself.” You smoothed your palm up and down over his covered shaft. “You knew I’d come find you.”

Walker breathed deep into his nose, his voice gravelly as he ignored your imply. “C’mon. Get down on your knees.”

“You’re not in command.”

Walker gave a hoarse laugh, but it caught in his throat when you rolled your hips against his. He was rock-hard, pressed up under the fabric like his body didn’t care how broken he felt. You kissed his bloodied eyebrow softly, more softly than the way you were panting.

“You think you’re gonna make me beg?” he rasped.

You leaned in, teeth grazing his ear. “No. I think you’re already begging.”

You dragged his zipper down and his cock sprang out. Thick, veiny and so fucking enticing. Wanting. His jaw clenched and his thick thighs tensed.

His eyes were hooded as they dipped down and then back up, finding you even more aroused than before. It wasn’t even that hot in that part of the building, but your cheeks were already flushed, burning. Just like his.

Circling your hand at the base, you gave his cock a long tug. The other slid to the back of his head, holding him close.

“I saw you look at me this morning. When you were talking to her.”

Walker growled and thrust himself against your hand involuntarily, seeking more contact. His eyes were full of questions for a second, and he got it.

Ellie. His partner. He’d done a double glance, spotting you sipping at your coffee silently in a corner. The young rookie had tried chatting with you, but once your gaze met Walker’s, you’d left without a word. It wasn’t really fair that he only talked to you behind closed doors.

“Yeah?” His eye twitched. “Makes you jealous when I talk to her?”

“Does she turn you on?”

“Fuck you.” He gave you a sharp look, ten times harder than your grip. Yet, his whole body reacted to your gaze, thrumming in pure fucking want. “You wanted me to shout at your face like I did at her, hmm?”

You didn’t have to respond. Your mouths fused together, heads tilting and nose bumping. You could feel he was two seconds from ripping his wrists out of the zip tie so he could get inside you. But before he could proceed, you pulled away and dropped to your knees, laving your tongue up his shaft before swallowing as much as you could fit him down your throat. Yes. You would’ve shamelessly liked it if he shouted at you the way he had at her..

He cursed under his breath, struggling to get free. You also felt his self-restraint fray under the tremble of his thighs, wordlessly begging you not to stop.

Walker watched as he sank into your mouth again, angling himself toward your willing lips. “Fuckin’ hell. You’re askin’ for it,” he muttered, jaw tight. “I can’t believe this.”

Looking up at him, you nodded, you plump, wet mouth riding up and down his erection. What was the point of lying? He’d been on your mind ever since the first night he’d stepped into your office, just to make sure you were okay. He cared. He liked making sure you weren’t alone.

“Good girl,” he moaned, observing you and the way your lips left a tinge of red lipstick on his skin. “You’re so good.”

Your eyes teased him from below, that pink tongue dancing up the side of his length in a featherlight lick before you wrapped him in a fist and went lower to draw one of his balls into your mouth. And you took his cock back between your lips, a long moan of pleasure wrapping around him.

“Stand up,” he ordered raggedly. “Can’t take any more. Stand up.”

No sooner had you swayed to your feet did your pants go down your legs, drawing his heavy gaze. Those few times had been enough for him to spot every mole on your legs, every line. The tears lining your eyes and blushed nose added to that pretty picture. If he wasn’t already drowning in a mess with the mother of his child, you might’ve asked him to let you do this every single night.

You stood there, in nothing but your shirt and black panties, breathing hard, trying not to look like your heart was caving in.

“You’ll be the one tied up next time. You’ll see how fucking cruel that is.”

“Cruel?” you echoed, a mischevious giggle escaping you as you straddled him again. “You’re hard as a rock. Doesn’t seem like you mind all that much.”

Walker’s jaw clenched. His arms flexed behind him, bound and useless. “Let me touch you.”

“No. You’re gonna sit there and take it, Walker.”

His head fell back against the chair, a curse torn from his throat.

“Let me feel you, then.” His voice cracked on it. “I’m losing my fuckin’ mind.”

You rolled your hips once, dragging your wetness over him. Only then did you shove your panties aside and lower yourself onto him, slowly, letting every inch of him fill you while his whole body strained not to thrust up into you. Then, you went down on him hard. No matter how tough you tried to be, your head fell forward. The sight of him staring up at you was so hot you could barely stand it—choking out on your words, like you’d been dying for it until then. The peak of relief, of pleasure. Walker ground his teeth at the vice-like grip of your cunt, the way it felt like a desperate tug every time you slammed down to his base.

Your chest opened up with a symphony of moans, unable to keep any of it to yourself. He was the only man capable of making you fall apart in such a short time.

"That's it,” he mumbled against your mouth. “Let’s hear what you have to say.”

"Walker… fuck. I waited—I waited for you.”

"Mmm? Feels good?"

"Always."

Your hands raked through his hair, tugging just a little, and it was enough to send ecstasy searing through his nerve ends, his hips snapping up to meet yours more rapidly. You threw your head back in a moan, and he knew you were letting him set the pace.

“Thought you were in command, huh?” he rasped, eyes locked on the curve of your throat as you arched for him. “Look at me. You wanted this. You came for it.”

“I’m using you, ain’t I?” you whispered, breath catching as you rode him deeper, slower.

“Stop fuckin’ talkin’.”

You barely had time to register it before his hips jerked up into you again, raw and relentless, like he needed to drown out every thought between you.

“You gonna come for me now?” he ground out, the hunger in him boiling over. “While I’m still tied up like this?”

The idea made your thighs quake, your body clench tighter around him. His cock throbbed deep inside you as you rode him harder, rougher, chasing that edge like it would kill you if you didn’t get there fast enough. Even without his hands, he felt so fucking strong.

His breath grew ragged beneath you, his arms straining against the restraints. So close, like you were. But it was his eyes, dark and unguarded, that finally made you tip over.

“Fuck,” was the last thing you ground out before your body shuddered violently against his. The orgasm ripped through you, stealing every word from your throat. You clung to his shoulders like you’d collapse otherwise, your moans a broken mess in his ear.

Those sounds of yours were enough to make his hips stutter, fucking you with long, lethargic strokes before his own orgasm wreaked through him.

As you both caught your breaths, silent despite all the dirty words that just came out of your mouths, he carefully but casually pressed a kiss on your neck. Almost like an affectionate thank you.

With his gaze burning into you, you rose on unsteady legs and pulled your pants back on like you’d just closed a business deal. Only your sticky thighs and trembling fingers betrayed you.

The sound of the zipper sliced through the quiet, and your shoes followed next.

“Goin’ somewhere?” he asked, voice tight.

You looked up. “I’m gonna get the knife from my car.”

He cocked a brow, which made your lips twitch.

“To untie you.”

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