18+mdni
pairing: walter marshall x fem reader
drabble
tags: fingering — overprotective and controlling walter — kinda dark — dirty talk — teasing of pregnancy & breeding — bite mark — brief mention of bleeding wound
summary: walter’s controlling protection suffocates you. one day you try to fight it off but he shows you exactly why you shouldn't.
author’s note: I'm just horny for this man I have no excuse
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“say it out loud. admit what you did wrong.” walter orders in a gruff voice as you watch his hand disappear underneath your panties from the mirror situated before you. you jump a little when his knuckles brush against your bare pussy and recite your words again. he remains behind you, bending forward slightly.
“I turned off my location so you wouldn't find me.”
you're sitting on a chair that walter has personally placed before the body length mirror of your shared bedroom. on purpose of course. he wants you to watch as he does this; as he asserts back his dominance and reminds you of your exact place which is always near him. he wasn't always so protective but he'd gotten worse because of his job and you couldn't exactly blame him when he'd told you about the traumatic cases and the doctor visits — which by the way never helped. at first sharing your location was fine until you began receiving texts and calls that disturbed your privacy, such as ‘don't park there it's dangerous’ or ‘why are you in that place? you told me you'd visit the other one’ or even ‘that restaurant is too intimate for colleague dinners.’ to sum up walter’s way of caring had transformed into something controlling almost but breaking up with him wasn't an option either; not when you loved him so much.
you shift slightly on the chair until only your buttocks are brushing against the wood. your eyes observe the way walter’s thick fingers move beneath your underwear, through the mirror, and when he deems it impossible for his large hand to move like this he rips them off you. “remind me of the reason we keep your location on, sweetheart?” there is no sarcasm in his voice but there is much threat and promise of what he'll do to punish you. your legs spread willingly as a pair of thick fingers brushes against your pussy again, walter’s middle and ring finger sliding from your entrance up to your clit and creating a repetitive motion that has your legs shaking. “to keep me safe and sound.” you reply with a whine as walter nudges your swollen clit with his thumb. you moan. “good girl. it's to keep you safe so naturally when you turn it off, I can't fucking do that. can I?” he yells at you — he's never been angrier — but you're so stupid and shameless. and disrespectful.
you can feel an entirely new wave of wetness gush out of you as walter yells. your pussy clenches around nothing and he feels the shake of your cunt against his stained fingers. you want to cum like this, just by having walter yell at you and slightly tap your pussy. but then walter is doing more for you, sliding his fingers over your entrance and circling it slowly with his middle finger. “so ungrateful, so cold to me. after everything I do to keep you alive.” you want to deny everything, to fight back, but walter is sliding a finger past your hole and it suddenly doesn't really matter. the slide is easy and you're drenched, confirming your desire for him. walter hums to himself as he begins pumping his finger inside you and the slide of his second finger is just as easy — it has surely helped that he was teasing you for minutes before actually touching you like this. your pussy is wet and there's precum staining your inner thighs which are close to your heat. “walter—”
you moan again when he curls his fingers upwards and follows a fast pace. your legs shake and spread wider. your hands hug the arm that's using you, the one whose fingers are absolutely abusing your gummy walls. his warm palm keeps brushing against your clit as he fucks you with his hand, his fingers reaching deep inside you. “what will you have me do next, sweetheart? impregnate you so you can stay at one place like a good girl?” his words aren't helping with your arousal and walter knows you love this from the way your pussy is clamping down on his fingers, not letting go. he goes faster and the way he pumps his thick fingers inside that sensitive pussy of yours is too good, too much.
his mouth latches onto your throat from behind as he keeps grinding his palm against your clit. “is this what I have to do? lock you up and breed you until you're swollen with my kids? hm?” his teasing words make you whimper and as much as you want to play it difficult and shake your head, you don't. your head falls back on his chest and walter sinks his teeth into your shoulder, biting too hard that your skin becomes tainted with red colour. the pain assists your orgasm as you reach your peak, walter’s fingers fucking into you as you let out a shuddering scream of his name. he's right there, not bothering to wipe the blood off your shoulder when his bite mark looks so good. when he doesn't stop teasing your sensitive pussy, you whine and your hands try to push his arm away instead of hugging it like before.
walter doesn't listen but he throws you over his shoulder, his fingers somehow still stuffing your warm cunt. he wordlessly throws you on your shared bed and the words die in your throat when he looms over you imposingly, his hand reaching for his belt. “will you do that again, sweetheart?” he asks and you're immediately shaking your head, your back arching off the bedsheets because of the tone he's using on you. walter seems happy with your reply but not fully convinced. “w-walter?” your fear is like a bonus pleasure for him and he finds himself rushing to unclasp the leather around his pants. “I never said we were done.” walter growls and the way those blue eyes stared down at you prepare you for one thing alone; to receive a proper punishment.
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Reconciliation: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic
By JJ
Summary: Aaron ends up staying somewhere he'd least expect.
(P.S., for @spring-vibes-only )
Aaron sprinted out of his house, running on feet he could barely even keep upright. They were starting to turn into jelly.
Mya accidentally fell off the roof, and he couldn't bear to face his father after what he'd just done. So he just ran away.
He thought maybe he'd find a human sized cardboard box he could sleep in for the night, and tomorrow he could find something to eat.
He just kept walking around in circles for what felt like hours, then he bumped into someone.
"Sorry!", he said, backing away. When he looked up to see the man who he'd bumped into, he nearly fainted.
The old Channel 4 station manager, Gordon Cleave.
He was wearing an orange vest and holding a grabbing stick and a garbage bag.
Aaron immediately backed away further and grabbed a brick from off the sidewalk. "You!", he practically shouted, "You're supposed to be in jail!"
Gordon just shrugged, completely unbothered by this kid's little act of bravery. "Yeah, I was. But the judge said he'd shorten my sentence if I took part in community service. Anything to get out of that forsaken shit hole."
A moment of silence.
"What're you doing out here?"
Aaron knew he shouldn't be telling someone who's tried to ruin his family's life in the past, but he felt like he needed to get something off his chest. "I've run away from home.", he said. "My dad's kind of gone a little off the deep end, so..."
"Pfft! A little?", scoffed Gordon. "What about your little sister?"
At the mention of Mya, Aaron felt his eyes fill with tears. He looked at the ground so Gordon couldn't see.
Gordon didn't know why, but something inside him made him bend down and put a hand on Aaron's shoulder, gently rubbing his fingers on it. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. Finally, he said what Aaron least expected.
"Look, I may hate you and your dad's guts, but what if...hypothetically I offered you a place to stay. When I get off, I was thinking about letting you stay back at my place.", he said.
Aaron wasn't so sure about it, but what other choice did he have? He may not have liked the man so much, but staying inside an actual living area was way better than a cardboard box.
Reluctantly, he nodded.
"Also, if it's a mess when we get home, please excuse it. Dale has trouble cleaning up after himself."
Aaron's eyes widened.
"Dale? As in Detective Dale? As in Officer Tapps?", asked Aaron.
"Yeah. We kinda got together in prison.", replied Gordon. "Judge me, I dare you. Just go sit somewhere and I'll let you know when I get off."
Aaron nodded and sat down next to a tree.
All the while, Gordon was still questioning his decision. He had absolutely no idea how to take care of a child, and he hated kids for as long as he could remember. Plus, he'd tried to hurt this kid more than once, and he wasn't so sure that Dale would be so on board with it.
But maybe it'd all be worth it. Maybe Aaron wouldn't cause too much trouble. After all, the kid seemed old enough to take care of himself for most of the time while him and Dale could work. So maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
They'd have to set some ground rules, but he was sure things were going to be fine.
Maybe if Aaron was a good child, he might consider adopting him.
(I was going to add something more. Like maybe a hint of smut, but I felt like that wouldn't be extremely necessary, so you just got this. How do you like it?)
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just venting about personal stuff <3 <3
i want to cry. i asked for very simple things from the grocery store to make dinner tonight because our neighbor very kindly gave us a bag of bone-in lamb chunks and i made my roux and then went to get the things i asked for and nothing. and like, it's my fault that i didn't check first i guess but i just assumed my partner would get what i needed. and this stupid pot their parents bought me is still a learning curve because it's a very good pot but it heats up so fast and i'm not used to that. i'm used to my old pot i had for literally 15 years. so now the roux is ruined, the lamb is ruined, i don't even have the stuff i need to maybe salvage it, i can't go to the store because our car is wrecked after the accident and i don't even know if i'd have the money to buy the stuff i need in the first place.
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Just remembered a random thing that sorta makes my blood boil a bit
At undergrad, during a fall semester I took a class that involved traipsing about in the woods. Including down some rather steep terrain. I was a bit nervous about going down something so steep, and mentioned to someone I had weak ankles
Later, the professor complained about people not wanting to do the classwork and hiding behind "weak ankles"
I did do the work. I was nervous, but I did it.
And you want to know why I was nervous? The previous semester, I sprained my ankle so badly I needed an X-ray to make sure it wasn't broken. And then over the summer, I sprained it again, and once again was sent to get an X-ray. Even years later, my ankle still pops when I move my foot around, there is minor chronic swelling that will likely never go away, and I'm frequently nervous my ankle will just flat-out buckle under me if I'm uneven ground. Which has happened before.
But sure, professor. Complain about the people who have "weak ankles" and then still do the fucking work despite it.
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