#walter marshall x innocent!reader

[delicate-moon-princess]

Warm Enough

Warm Enough

Summary: You’re having trouble staying warm during a winter storm. Walter is there to warm you up, but will he be able to keep the touches innocent? Will you? (Based on “A Word Like That”)

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Innocent!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smutty content, dry humping, climaxing with clothes on (both parties, as Walter is all for solidarity), dirty thoughts, embarrassed reader, fear of the dark, talk of bad weather- Let me know if I forgot anything!

Word Count: 3.5k

Any typos are my own!

A/N: I’m reposting because Dumblr strikes again. This was an anon prompt, involving Walter, an innocent reader, and some sensual grinding 🥵 I forgot to take a screenshot of the original request. Enjoy!

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“We are expecting record breaking snowfall here in the next few hours. Stay inside, folks, because a blizzard is coming.”

You heard the chipper voice of the weatherman coming from the television in the living room. You rolled your eyes as you sat in the kitchen. Who can be so bright and cheery when there’s a snowstorm on the way?

No doubt the roads would be closed. Which means you were snowed in at Walter’s place. Initially, you came over to hog his wi-fi. You had a project due and your own internet was incredibly slow. Now it looked like you were going to be spending the night.

Trying to focus on your work, you continued to type on your laptop. You froze when the wind blew harshly. The windows rattled, which was eerie enough to put you on edge. You shivered.

It didn’t help that it was well below freezing outside, and it wasn’t much warmer in the house. You bundled up in a thick quilt, on top of your heavy sweatpants and hoodie. Still, you felt chilly. As you blew hot air into your cold hands, an anxious thought crossed your mind.

What if the power went out?

As if on cue, the lights flickered when another loud gust shook the house. You gasped, hugging yourself tighter as you looked up at the chandelier in the kitchen. If the power went out now, you would be caught with no heat in the worst snowstorm you had ever seen. And it would leave you in the dark.

It became impossible to concentrate on your work any longer. You didn’t want to be left alone when it went pitch black. The skin on your arms rose in tender goosebumps. You felt scared and cold. Thankfully, the warmest, safest person you knew was sitting in the other room.

Walter. He radiated comfort and warmth. You could cuddle up with him, and the big, bad blizzard stood no chance of harming you. He would be there to protect you.

You closed your laptop, standing up from the table. You migrated towards the sound of the television. The trim of the quilt dragged along the wooden floor as it rested on your shoulders. When you neared the corner going into the living room, your steps grew reluctant.

Were you honestly going to disturb him with your silly, childish fears? You knew you would have to explain your fear of the dark, and you didn’t want that. What if he laughed at you?

You stopped before coming out from around the corner. You decided you weren’t going to bother him with something so immature. If the power went out, you wouldn’t panic. You would handle the situation like an adult. Walter didn’t need to be burdened with his ditzy girlfriend’s troubles.

As you turned to head back, his smooth voice ran out.

“Darling? You can come in.” 

You were caught. It was impossible to hide from him. You held in a sigh, swallowing thickly. While biting your lip, you creeped into the living room. Walter held the novel he had been reading. He kept the television on for background noise.

“Hi.” You offered meekly, making your way into the room.

“Hello, love. How are you?” He tilted his head, observing your covered form. He set his book on the side table and rested his hands on his thighs.

“A little cold…” You told him, holding the quilt tightly around yourself. Your nervous thumbs played with the edge of it. “Some storm, huh?”

You chatted, doing your very best to seem casual. He smiled, humming with a nod. Walter watched as you stood in front of him, shifting from side to side on your feet. You trembled, letting your eyes do a once-over of his form. 

He was wearing a pair of gray joggers and your favorite black sweater. It was a little old, with a few holes in the cable knit pattern. But it was warm. So warm.

You wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms. To fight the cold and the dark away. And to be close to him… the thought made your heart stutter. Now, all you had to do was ask to be in his lap. Should be easy enough, right?

At that moment, you lost your ability to speak. All you could do was stare at him with a certain longing even Walter couldn’t place. He tried to wait for you to come out with it, but you didn’t budge.

“You look like you want to ask me something.” He pondered, masking his smirk when you blinked and snapped out of your trance. You started fidgeting again, biting your lower lip as you stammered.

“I-I was going to ask, um…. if I could sit in your lap.” You hesitated, feeling like you were asking for the moon from this man. He was silent.

It was an innocent request, but you knew there was a chance he could take it the wrong way. He had a little bit of a dirty mind. It must be contagious. Because you couldn’t shake the image of lustfully kissing him while perched on his legs.

You never had so many naughty daydreams until you met him. His pervertedness was rubbing off on you. And as much as you try to deny it, he made you want to shred up every last bit of your innocence and throw it away.

“Oh.” He finally reacted, flashing his teeth in a mischievous grin.

Just as you thought, he took it the wrong way. Ugh, dirty man! And dirty you for sharing the same dirty thoughts. You narrowed your eyes, poking a finger out of your blanket armor to point at him.

“Don’t get any funny ideas!” You scoffed, huffing when he pursed his lips to stop a laugh when he saw your finger sticking out at him. “This is purely for survival purposes.”

You yanked your finger back inside, that way he had nothing to laugh at. His gaze flicked up to meet yours, and he could tell you did not want to be smiled at.

“Survival purposes, huh?” He humored you, nodding along as you started to babble.

“Yes, survival purposes. There is a blizzard coming!” You exclaimed, gesturing to the television. “I am already shivering over here, and there is a very big chance the power could go out. Which means no furnace, Walter.”

“That is correct.” He commented, arms crossed as he waited for you to continue. 

“And no lights, either.” You added quietly, your gaze casted to the floor.

Walter raised a brow, not surprised with the fact that you were afraid of the dark. He was surprised at the way you shamefully admitted it. Did you not think you could trust him? Deep down, it hurt him.

He pushed away his grief, reaching out for the blanket to pull you closer. You followed his tugging, hiccuping as you stood between his spread knees. You pouted as you looked into his blue eyes.

Your shoulders slumped, your bravery disappearing the more he stared at you. He always could make your brain go haywire with just a look. You wanted to get your point across before you lost yourself completely.

Walter rubbed the back of your covered legs. You bit your lip and looked away. Your thoughts jumbled from his calming touch.

“Go on, darling.” He prodded, his voice soft. You sighed and looked at him.

“I thought… We should share body heat. You’re obviously warmer than I am. And it looks like we’re going to be snowed in here for a while. I personally don’t wish to freeze to death by tomorrow.” You stated. 

“And that way, if the power does go out, we won’t be alone. In the dark.” You continued, your voice getting softer, to the point it was barely loud enough for him to hear.

“That's all you wanted to ask me?” He grinned after a moment of silence, wrapping his arms around your bundled hips.

You raised a brow, his question catching you off guard. What did he mean “that’s all”? It took every last ounce of your courage to ask him that. And why was he grinning at you? Was he laughing at you?

He leaned his head up to look at you, still smiling. You wore a hurt furrow in your brows. Walter clicked his tongue.

“Don’t pout, sweetheart. All I meant was you don’t need to ask to sit in my lap. You could have just told me you were cold and lonely. I would have welcomed you with open arms.” He hummed, grabbing the edge of the quilt that overlapped in front of you.

You sighed in relief, but got bashful the second you realized how you did blow this all out of proportion. He chuckled as his hands pulled the blanket apart, urging you to take it off.

“It’s alright, love. It was polite of you to ask.” He assured you, and it made you feel a tad better. You gave him a small smile, letting him take off the quilt. It fell to the floor behind you.

“There’s that beautiful smile. Now, come here.” Walter grunted, yanking you towards him as he leaned backwards.

You yelped as you fell into him, with him guiding your legs to rest on each side of his. As you straddled him, you tried not to think about how firm his muscular thighs felt between your own. So solid. It made you want to rub yourself all over him. How could you not?

Walter grabbed you, lifting you up so your lower halves touched. You felt the warmth of him through your thick layers. Your lips parted in a phantom gasp as he got situated under you. You cursed the growing dampness between your thighs.

“Are you warm enough now?” He breathed, raising a brow.

You nodded, your skin blazing. A thin layer of perspiration broke out on your brow. He was like a human furnace. Sweat started to gather at the base of your spine.

It wasn’t just the intense amount of heat he was radiating that was making you perspire. It was also the fact that despite how close you were, you didn’t feel like it was enough. You wanted more, too many layers between the two of you. You bit your lip to stifle a whimper when you shifted on top of him. 

Walter gulped, thankful his beard was thick enough to shield the sight of his Adam’s Apple bobbing. He felt a twitch between his legs, and he desperately willed his growing erection away. He rubbed your sides, seeing the way you panted. He pulled at the hem of your hoodie, concerned.

“I think you’re a little too warm, sweetheart. Let’s get this off of you.” He fretted, and you let him lift the heavy fabric off of you. 

You welcomed the feeling of cool air on your skin as you were left in a t-shirt. Taking in a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself. Before, you had been the one scolding him for his dirty mind. Here you were the one getting worked up over sitting in his lap.

“Is that better?” He tossed the hoodie behind you.

“Yes.” You murmured, resting your hands on his shoulders. You hoped he didn’t detect a hitch in your voice.

Of course, he did. Walter was picking on every little que of your arousal. He said nothing about it, treating your embrace as nothing but the perfect cuddle session. Even though you were inadvertently wiggling against his stirring cock. He wasn’t going to do anything to scare you away.

“Good. Why don’t you relax a little? Let me hold you.” He said, pulling you to lean forwards into his chest.

You were surrounded by his smell, your cheek pressed against his sweater. Your eyes fluttered shut, turning your head to press your nose to inhale more of his scent. A moan escaped you when he flooded your nostrils, muffled by his chest. Your hips involuntarily rolled. Walter let out a gentle grunt.

“Are you alright, darling? You’re moving quite a lot.” He smiled to himself, already knowing why you were squirming. You didn’t see his smirk, your face still in his chest.

Walter was not content with the whine you gave in response. He took your cheeks in his hands, making you look at him as you trembled in his lap. The bulge in his pants was becoming harder the more you moved, but you hadn’t noticed yet. 

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He urged you, his thumb easing your bottom lip out from between your teeth.

You hiccuped, embarrassed to admit what bothered you. It was dirty. Something you shouldn't be enjoying as much as you are.

“I…” You hesitated, your throat dry. You looked at him as he waited patiently, sighing before you admitted it. “It feels good. Being in your lap. Makes me feel all…warm. And tingly.”

Another jolt straight to his cock. Your honesty was making him excited. And the hint of curiosity in your tone gave him an ache in his loins that made the gruff detective want to whine. God, the things you did to him…

He licked his lips, and your gaze fell down to his mouth to watch. You licked your own lips, wondering what his mouth tasted like. Walter speaking snapped you out of your daydream.

“Don’t be so embarrassed, love. It’s supposed to feel that way. Your body is just responding to me, that’s all.” He assured you, stroking your hair.

You leaned into his hand, taking the comfort he was giving you. His words helped you relax a tad. The craving in your core made it difficult to relax completely. You shuddered, squirming once more. Anything to help ease the ache.

Walter inhaled sharply, then he closed his eyes. His grip fell from your face to your hips, dragging you harder onto him. Your hands shook when you felt how excited he was getting.

You bucked against the growing steel tucked between your legs. The pressure was light, given how many clothes you had on. But rutting in his beefy lap still helped ease the lewd appetite you developed.

Both of you moaned in unison. Walter huffed beside your ear, blowing your hair back a bit. One of his hands gripped your bum, leaning in to nibble on the shell of your earlobe.

Walter smirked when you let out a sharp mewl. He found your sweet spot. His facial hair tickled you as he suckled on your lobe. You gasped, seeking more of the delicious friction your body craved.

“It feels good for me too, sweetheart. Seeing you whining and squirming in my lap…” He groaned lowly, eyes closing as he inhaled through his nose. “It does things to me. Mmm fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

He bucked up with a moan, letting you feel what the sight of you on top of him was causing. His thick cock strained against the seam of his pants, begging to be let out. You squeezed your thighs around him with a whine, covering his mouth with yours.

The realization that he was so affected by your body caused your walls to flutter. Suddenly, the light pressure wasn’t enough. You intertwined your fingers in his curls, begging into the kiss.

“Please… I need- I- Mmm!” You whimpered, struggling to articulate yourself as you arched your back.

You needed him. You didn’t know how, but you needed him. A fire had grown in your core, the lapping flames of your arousal merely being teased by your actions. He would know how to take care of the blaze.

“Shh, it’s okay.” He soothed you, rubbing your sides. “Need to get these off too. I know you’ve got another layer under there.”

He tugged on your sweatpants, managing to get them off as you continued to straddle him. A bit shocked at his skill of undressing you, you didn’t have time to dwell on it as Walter lowered you back to his lap. The grip he had on you tightened.

You felt him closer now. His solid length nudged your clit through your pajama shorts. You hiccuped. Your underwear was already saturated in your juices. You worked on making a wet spot in the shorts as well.

“There. Doesn’t that feel even better? Move your hips like this, come on.” He huffed, guiding you with his hands as he watched your movements. 

You followed the rhythm of his deep grinding. Each time you swivel your hips, the tent in his pants dragged along your covered slit. It knocked against your swollen love button. You cried out, legs trembling as he grunted deeply.

Unbeknownst to you, the crotch of your shorts had shifted to the side. This gave Walter a perfect view of your wet panties. He moaned, forcing himself to look away as you rubbed your front all over him. He wanted to respect your closely held modesty. Despite also wanting to ogle at your beautiful body.

Instead, he chose to watch your face as you rocked with him. He could see you fighting the feeling, your body chasing its pleasure as your mind tried to gain control. But you were too far gone to care, drowning in the pleasure he was inflicting on you. He let you lead now, following your pace as you worked yourself on his lap.

“That’s it, good girl.” He purred, knowing how much you loved to be praised. 

You mewled, almost losing yourself completely when he said that. You squeezed his shoulders, bearing down on him as your hips gyrated. He grunted, 

Sparks flashed behind your closed eyelids. The bottom of your spine began tingling as a tense knot grew in your belly. Walter’s raspy voice barely reached your eardrums in your dazed state.

“Open your eyes, darling. Look at me.”

You struggled to obey, but you managed to pry your eyes open to gaze at him. Your body betrayed you, not stopping its movements as you rode his lap. Walter moaned, his attention fixated on you as you panted.

“Let it happen, sweetheart, it’s okay. I know you can feel it, let go, darling. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum all over my lap.” He groaned, your soft mound rubbing on the aching tip of his dick.

You moved your hips wantonly, chasing the feeling of ecstasy. Pleasure washed over you as you finished. All feelings of modesty left your body. The only thing you could focus on was the toe-curling sensations echoing through you. If this was dirty, you didn’t want to be clean. Being society’s good girl meant nothing if you had to give this up.

You'd rather be his good girl.

Walter tugged you into his chest, pushing up as he kept you firmly pressed on his lap. The pressure on his cock head finally sent him over the edge as well. He cupped one of your cheeks, slamming his lips to yours as he spurted his load in his joggers.

He groaned passionately against your lips. His grip on you was tight as he lost himself in his own rapture. The sticky texture of his seed coated his skin, making a wet spot in the fabric. It matched the one you wore on the front of your underwear.

He continued to hold you as you both recovered. He pulled away from your mouth to pepper lazy kisses along your neck. When your heart rate finally decreased and you were able to catch your breath, you pulled back to look at him. He wore a lazy smirk on his lips.

“We’ve made quite a mess of ourselves, haven’t we?” He grinned, glancing at his lap.

Sluggishly, you casted your attention downwards to see what he meant. You instantly flushed at the sight of the wet spot in your panties, next to the damp spot in his sweats. The outline of his bellend could be seen, oozing with his creamy seed. Your mouth watered while your cheeks burned. Quite the mess indeed.

Your expression made his softening cock twitch and leak even more. You felt the stickiness sink into the material of your underwear. There it mingled with your own wetness. Walter watched as his lip twitched, proud to mark you in such a way. You peeked up at him sheepishly. He gave you a gentle grin, stroking your cheek.

“Relax, darling.” He cooed, and you did so. You matched his grin with a shy smile, falling into his chest to hide your warm cheeks.

“We’ll get cleaned up in a minute. I just want to hold you for a bit longer, okay?” He chuckled, and you felt the vibrations of his deep laugh as you nuzzled his clothed chest. 

“Okay, detective.” You hummed, squeezing your arms around him. 

The storm continued to brew outside.You didn’t care. Let the power go out. There was no need to worry. Because you were safe in his arms.

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A/N: Phew, it’s been a bit. Sorry I’ve been a bit mia for a while. I’ve been dealing with some lost inspiration 😭 I do hope you enjoyed it, thank you for reading.

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[ellethespaceunicorn]

The Howling of Claw Creek Forest, Chapter One

Chapter One: Hide and Seek 

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI 

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader 

Word Count: 2.7K 

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true. 

Chapter Summary: After a curfew is set in place, you and your best friend sneak out past the town border for a drunken game of hide and seek. What could go wrong? 

Warnings: drinking, peril, mention of blood 

A/N: A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this.  

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Cover Art by me 

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“C’mon, girl. You need to get out of the house for more than just work and the coffee shop. Look, we’ll even stay in town. Just please don’t make me stay in and watch The Great British Bake Off again. Paul Hollywood’s eyes still haunt my dreams.” Your best friend drapes herself against the couch in a dramatic show of boredom. 

“Liv, you’re the one that agreed to wine and TV. So, what? You wanna hit the bar now?” You guess, sitting on the arm of the couch. 

“Yuck. No way. I was thinking of something much more exciting. But you gotta agree to it before we go. That’s the deal.” She props her head up on her fists, while she lays on her stomach, letting her feet swing in the air back and forth. As innocent as she looks, you knew better. 

But then again, you could always go for a little adventure.  

And that is how you ended up in a clearing in Claw Creek Forest with Olivia, a heart full of optimism, and a six-pack of Jack Daniels Watermelon Punch. By the time you are halfway done with your second bottle, the sounds of the night are almost calming. Crickets are chirping, owls are hooting, and leaves are rustling in the light wind that tickles your neck. 

You’re downing the rest of your drink and looking up into the sky when Liv suddenly stands up with a look that can only mean one thing. She’s got a terrible idea that she thinks is genius. 

You decide to stop her before she even starts, “Girl, whatever idea just popped into your head after two wine coolers is not gonna be as brilliant as you think it is. Just say it so I can turn it down.” You twist off the top of your third bottle and look up at the defeated face of your best friend. 

“Damn, way to try and spoil all the fun. I just wanted to have a chugging contest.” She sits down on the fallen log next to you and grabs the last bottle from the cardboard pack. She twists off the top and you nudge her with your elbow before winking at her. 

You smile at each other before bringing your bottles to your lips. The rush of the bubbly drinks makes you both stop every few sips to breathe and burp a little. But in the end, you finish your bottle first and shoot up off the log to slam down your empty bottle. 

The moment you are upright, the blood rushes to your head and you instantly feel ten times more drunk. A few seconds later, you feel like you even out and you can hear Liv’s laughing as she falls backward off the log and her drink goes flying. You crumple to the ground, laughing your ass off, until she pops up over the log with a small scowl on her face. 

“Oh, you think that’s funny, huh?” She stands up and brushes off her pants before picking up her now empty bottle along with yours. Her little attitude is adorable, but you don’t dare say that. As she walks past you, she doesn’t look at you. 

“Olivia, don’t be like that. Come on, girl. We’re having a good time! I don’t want it to end. Please?” You’re not too proud to beg, and she’s not the only one who can pout charmingly. 

When she turns around, the first thing she does is look at your pout and scoff, “OK, fine. But I’m only staying if we play a game of hide and seek. It’s spooky season, after all. Well, technically, in my head it’s always spooky season, but you get it.”  

“You wanna play hide and seek...in the woods...in the dead of night...drunk?” You hoped there was enough moonlight so that she could see the incredulous look on your face. 

Wiggling her eyebrows, Liv bites her bottom lip and says, “All of those things together are so perfect. We’re drunk. It’s nighttime. Spoo-ooky woods all around. Come on, babe, the kid versions of us would be so proud to say we weren’t too scared to play hide and seek as adults with barely any wits about us.” As soon as she finishes speaking, the cutest little hiccup escapes her, and you can’t help but laugh and shake your head. 

“Fine! But I’m hiding first. Count to 30 so my drunk ass can find a good spot around here. And don’t cheat, Liv!” You direct her to face a tree and cover her eyes so she cannot sneak a peek at where you are going. You also make her count loudly so that she can barely hear your footsteps crunching over the leaves. 

Even drunk, you are surprised you can think of all that. You back up slowly, turning around to run in a full sprint in the opposite direction. When the tree cover blocks out the light of the moon, you slow down and pull out your phone to use the flashlight to light up your way. 

You don’t know if you got very far in 30 seconds or if Liv just stopped counting, but you can’t hear her anymore. You turn off your flashlight so she can’t use that to find you. You tip-toe forward in case she has gotten closer to you. You find a tree with large roots above ground and decide to try and hide in the little alcove it is shaped into. 

But something catches your eye. At first, you think someone is shining a flashlight or something a bit away from you. But flashlights don’t usually blink, do they? But if you can remember correctly, you’ve seen those glowing yellow eyes before.  

And now they were slowly moving toward you. The glow of the moon illuminated dark fur covering pointed ears and a muzzle that only hid its teeth for a moment. As those fangs came into view, a billow of hot breath turned into a smoke cloud in the frigid night air. The sudden huff of the beast made you realize you weren’t moving. You were standing stock-still while an imposing wolf thought about making you into its dinner.  

Turning on a dime, you begin to run further into the forest. Not looking where you were going, you didn’t see the pile of rocks in your path. Your right foot slips, and you fall face-first onto the unyielding ground. You grunt as your head connects with a sharp stone. Your head starts to swim as you try to lift yourself to continue running, another huff directly behind you scares you enough to flip over onto your back.  

Ringing starts in your ears, and you suddenly feel light-headed. You start to hyperventilate as the wolf comes closer. As tunnel vision closes in, you think you hear it whine softly. The last thing you feel is a wet snout against your temple and then nothingness. 

What was once the sensation of cold wetness is replaced by warmth as you start to regain consciousness. You reach a hand up to your forehead and feel a wet cloth being pressed against your temple. When your hand touches what is holding it there, your eyes shoot open, and you try and scuttle away.  

A firm hand grips your shoulder, and you find it hard to move. Turning your head slowly, you first look at the hand that holds you down. Thick fingers clutch your joint tightly, and the connected veiny forearm is covered in a smattering of dark chocolate hair. Even under an old woolen sweater, you can see the outline of a sizable bicep. The broad chest breathing heavily under that sweater triggers the onset of hyperventilation until the hand that was holding your shoulder moves away. 

When a warm palm touches your jaw, your eyes threaten to close. But when a thumb brushes your cheek, you finally lock eyes with...an angel? 

You can’t tell if the dimly lit room you are in is fuzzy or if you have a concussion. But if you were a betting person, your money would be on head trauma. Because there was no way he positioned himself in front of a light to have a slight glow about him. Maybe that just works like that? 

Deep cocoa brown curls are about ear-length on his head, but a few unruly strands are hanging above his slightly raised brow. Concerned aquamarine eyes with a touch of brown in the left iris aren’t enough to hide the growing bags under them. A strong nose sits in the center of his face. And a small, yet inviting, mouth is outlined by a dark beard speckled with a few greys here and there. 

“...best you lie back down.” The stranger speaks and you only catch the last bit of it because you were looking at his pretty face. 

“I...,” You start, your hoarse voice causing you to clear your throat, “I’m sorry, what did you say?” 

“I said, it’s probably best you lie back down. You’ve got quite a lump on your head. If I hadn’t found you when I did, who knows what could have happened?” With one hand grabbing for the warm compress, his other hand guides you back down to lay your head on a soft pillow. 

“Found me? Was there a wolf near me? He was huge and he chased after me and then I slipped and hit my head. And where am I? Where are we right now? Who are you? I need to get back to my friend.” Your words exit your mouth hastily as if you are in a rush to get the hell out of...wherever this is. 

“Try and stay calm. Yes, I found you not far from the trail. I didn’t see a wolf anywhere, though,” He pauses quickly, but picks right back up where he left off, “Ehm, my name is Walter. Walter Marshall. We’re in my cabin, just outside of Claw Creek. I didn’t see your friend anywhere but, as soon as this swelling goes down a bit, I can take you into town.” Walter speaks clearly and smoothly, his voice is dark yet pacifying, but it’s obvious that he doesn’t enjoy talking.  

“I guess I should give you my name,” You rattle off your name, and Walter nods, “I’d like to say it’s nice to meet you, Walter. But considering the circumstances of our meeting, this could have gone a lot differently. Not the way I hoped to end the night.” You laugh, mostly to yourself. 

“I should hope not. When I found you, you were still bleeding a bit. I was able to stitch you up and get you cleaned up. But I’d probably go and see a doctor first thing in the morning.” Walter suggests in a strong tone. 

“Thank you, Walter. I hate to think what would’ve happened to me had you not shown up when you did.” Your bottom lip quivers as you think the worst. 

“Hey. You’re stronger than you think. And the swelling has gone down some. Why don’t we get you back to town where you can get more rest?” Walter pats your shoulder and gets up from the chair he was sitting in. 

Your eyes follow him as he moves about the cabin. You realize that you hadn’t looked around before, so focused on him previously. It’s a nice, cozy place. Full of warm, rich colors and various little knickknacks on shelves. It lacks a woman’s touch, so to speak, what with all the antlers and not enough candles to cover the smell of a man. However, it suits the man who lives here. 

Grabbing a set of keys, Walter comes back to where you lay on the couch in the center of the room. He gently and slowly helps you up and off the soft furniture and guides you to his truck parked outside. He helps you into the passenger side, shutting the door when you’re seated, and walks around the front to get in the driver’s side. Turning the key in the ignition, the truck rumbles to life and you are on your way home. 

You’re rubbing your hands together and shoving them into your coat pockets before Walter gets the hint to turn on the heat. It’s only a couple of minutes before it is warm enough to be comfortable.  

The drive down the tree-lined road is mostly silent, save for the low music playing on the radio. Walter points out where he found you and you almost can’t believe you made it that far on foot when you reach the edge of town. But you were drunkenly competitive, so you had your eyes on the prize. 

Once you make it to town, you pass a curfew checkpoint and Walter supplies the officer with a story about how you two lost track of time while out of town. You thank him for the cover and direct him to stop at Olivia’s house to make sure she got home safely. Of course, you told him it was your place, and that Liv was your roommate. 

As handsome as he was, serial killers come in all shapes and sizes and no way were you giving this man your actual address. You’d apologize to Liv later. 

Once he stopped outside of her house, you went to unbuckle yourself and thank Walter for all his help. Protocol for this type of situation eluded you, so when you went for the door handle, you weren’t expecting his voice to stop you. 

“Do me a favor and be careful from now on. No more late-night drinking in the forest. It can be a dangerous place." His calm smile brings out the most adorable dimples and you resist the urge to poke them. 

“I promise. Scout’s honor. No more drunk forest parties. Thank you again for everything.” You place your hand on his arm and squeeze before exiting the truck and waving as you walk up the pathway to Liv’s house. 

The light on the porch turns on and your best friend rushes out and hugs you tightly, bringing you in from the cold as Walter drives off into the night. Once you are in the warmth of her home, she takes your coat and prepares you a cup of tea. She asks who brought you home and you tell her about your ordeal. 

When she asked if he was cute, you shouldn’t have been surprised but you still giggled bashfully. She also playfully swats you when you mention that you didn’t get his number. But that’s fine because at least you have his name.  

Once she deems you safe enough to be on your own, she drives you the few streets over to your home and has you promise to call her in the morning. You take off your boots at the door, remove your coat, and start to sling it over the back of one of your dining room chairs. As you look closer at your coat, you make a note to take it to the cleaners tomorrow. 

You survey the coat for any damage to the fabric and thankfully it just looks a bit dirty. You begin to wipe it with your hand and notice that it’s not all dirt on the coat. You can’t be sure, but if you had to guess what was on the sleeve and collar of the coat, you would say it was dog hair. 

Coarse, short dark-colored hairs that when you hold them under a lamp look to be an inky brown. You try and stop yourself from jumping to conclusions, but it is almost impossible not to do that very thing. If these truly were what you thought they were, that means that you didn’t hallucinate that giant wolf. He was there with you, and he didn’t eat you. 

You decided to get to the bottom of this. You’d schedule a check-up with your doctor in the morning. And after that, you would go back into the woods.  

In search of the wolf? Possibly. In search of the truth? Definitely. 

There was only one place to start. At Walter Marshall’s front door. 

To be continued... 

A/N: Walter is finally in the story!! Yay. I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

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Between a rock and a hard place (3)

Summary: You are in big trouble and in need of money. Two wolves are more than willing to help you. For a price…

Pairing: Mobster!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Mobster!August Walker

Warnings: angst, language, power imbalance, debts, scared reader, groping, gaslighting, darkfic, both brothers are not nice guys, mafia au

Between a rock and a hard place (2)

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He’s looming over you like a dark shadow. The eternal darkness eating the light left in your life. You must watch him take over every single aspect of your life. Even the clothes you’re wearing.

Today he wants you to wear a floral print satin babydoll dress. The V-neck and back reveal a little too much skin for your liking, and it’s too short, but you don't have a say in what you wear any longer.

“If you are good today, I’ll talk August out of his plan,” Walter nuzzles his face in your neck. He nips at the tender skin, causing a shudder to run through your body. You press your legs together and try to ignore the tingling in your clit.

The bastard with angel eyes has this influence on you. Whenever his brother threatens you, Walter is there to protect you. He hasn’t touched you yet – not the way you expected him to do.

He’s a little more subtle. A little peck here, and gentle massage there. Walter is like a wolf toying with its prey. It’s hard to not fall for his protectiveness and soft words. He’s no better than his brother, but you are less scared of what he’s going to do to you.

“I’ll be good,” you don’t recognize your own voice any longer. It sounds so meek and broken when you dare to speak at all. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs and presses a soft kiss to your neck. “You’ve been so good for me, little lamb. I think you will be my perfect doll to play with soon enough. You shudder again when he moves his hand under your dress to cup your pussy. “No panties, just how I like it.”

“Yes, Sir,” you whisper. You don’t dare to call Walter by his name. He didn’t allow you to do so, and you don’t want to end up in August’s hands because of a stupid mistake. As long as Walter is interested in you, he’ll offer protection. - At least you hope so.

The brothers are both equally evil and vile. Deep down inside you know that Walter is not better than August. But right now, he has you in his clutches, and obedience is your only way to survival.

“Smile, and don’t make a fuss,” Walter tuts while ushering you inside the club. “Relax. I won’t let anyone but August touch you, little lamb.”

You’re not sure you can trust Walter. He smirks like the devil himself as the girls at the club gawk at you in his embrace. 

They don’t know that you are not with him on free terms. He owns you. Body, soul, and life. If not for Walter, you’d be sucking dick at the club like all the other girls.

“They don’t have what you have, lamb,” he muses when you stiffen in his embrace. All the angry looks thrown your way make you nervous. “Jealousy doesn’t suit a woman, you know. I get bored easily and move on to the next girl.”

His words send you spiraling. If he gets bored easily – how long will he protect you from his brother and his plans for you? Will he protect you from August at all? Or will he push you into his brother’s arms tonight and tell him this was all a big joke?

If so, you are the butt of the joke.

“Oh,” is all you get out.

“You are special, of course. A cute little innocent lamb for me to ruing. I have all these plans for you and your ripe body,” Walter doesn’t know that your knees buckle and that you are close to going for a sprint. “Did your husband ever fuck you on a breeding bench? Damn, I bet I can make your legs shake in no time. on that thing.”

“No,” you squeak when a hand suddenly gropes your ass. Walter is less subtle and more touchy tonight. “He didn’t want kids.”

“Baby,” Walter dips his head to whisper in your ear, “a breeding bench is for fun, not to get you pregnant. I’m not crazy enough to knock a toy up.”

That’s all you are to Walter. A fragile toy he can use to his liking and break beyond repair.

“OH!” You nod and feel like a fool. You’re so inexperienced when it comes to more than vanilla sex. “I see…”

Your recently deceased husband wasn’t adventurous in the bedroom. A blowjob and he was snoring next to you while you tried to get off, imagining one of those hunks from the awfully written erotic novels you’d love to read.

“Aw, you are so cute and innocent. A pity I didn’t get the chance to plug your flower before your husband came into the picture,” he cups your chin and runs his thumb over your lower lip. You open your mouth and allow him to push his digit into your mouth. “I’ll ruin you and make you my whore.”

You hold his gaze, and lick over his thumb, just like you remember from a juicy scene in one of your novels. He hums and runs his thumb over your tongue.

“Walter,” his brother exasperated says behind your back. “You’re fucking late!”

“I was on time,” Walter lowers himself to press his lips to the corner of your mouth. “You let us wait. Now I’m in the mood for something sweeter than business.”

August exhales sharply. He still doesn’t like that his brother called dips on you. August crosses his arms over his chest and glares at his brother.

 “Walter,” he grunts. “Can you at least pretend that you are interested in more than a wet cunt.”

“Watch your tongue around my little lamb,” Walter turns around to glare at his brother. “We are here, aren’t we? Let’s go to the VIP area and talk about business. Y/N can keep me company.”

“Fine. Follow me,” August says and jerks his head toward the less crowded area at the club. “If she’s making a scene, she’ll end up in the special room.”

“Such a good girl for me,” Walter praises while you try to remain silent and not squirm in his lap. 

He wanted you to straddle his lap, and to rest your head against his shoulder. Now he’s running his big hand over your back to lull you into safety once again.

“Walter, can you stop playing with your new toy? We came here for business!” August squares his jaw. He doesn’t like that you cling to his brother, nor the fact that his cock strains against his pants at your submissive behavior. 

“I told you,” he murmurs another praise before turning his attention toward his brother, “I won’t do business with that douche. Hansen can get fucked.”

“Hansen knows how to do business,” August bites back. “He’s reliable.”

“He’s a sociopath, brother,” Walter grunts. “You know that. He’s out of control, and last time he didn’t get the job done!”

August sighs deeply but nods. “Fine. The next point on the agenda is your little toy.”

“I won’t let her work at the club,” your self-declared protector growls. “She’s mine. I won’t share with the creeps at your club.”

“Hmm…what about me?” August rises from his seat to stand in front of his brother. He pats your head and smirks. “Is she ready to get spread by two cocks, brother?”

Part 4

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[geralts-yenn]

Fighting demons

Evan Marshall x female reader (second-person pov)

summary: You've been in a relationship with Evan for a while now, but somehow you are still stuck on first base. You start questioning if he's really that into you.

warnings: 18+, minors DNI! feeling of being rejected, mentioning of violence and trauma, scars, drinking alcohol, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), hand job, protected p-in-v sex

word count: 4,3k

A/N: Ever since I started I need you know and brothers and beers, Evan spends a lot of time in my head. Which is nice 😁 And as a nonnie (is this always the same one? I guess so, anyway, thank you 🥰) asked for a next part, here it is...

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You adjusted the splint to your arm. Contently, you looked at yourself in the mirror. The weeks you had your arm in the cast were hard to endure. It was a relief that you were finally able to dress yourself without help. Although you had to admit that you really enjoyed when Evan helped you change your clothes. At least then you’d get some skin on skin contact with him.

It was about time that this happened in a different setting, you thought with a frown. But somehow it just didn’t. Evan came over to you every day. You ate dinner together, talked, cuddled on the couch while watching TV. He loved to kiss you senseless. But every time your hand tried to get under his shirt he stopped you. 

First you thought he just wanted to take it slow, but now it had been weeks that you were together, and you felt like something was off. You should finally find the courage to ask him what was wrong. However, knowing yourself, you doubted this was happening. 

Walter watched Evan with his eyebrows drawn together as he gulped down the rest of his beer. He quickly got used to seeing his brother happy, so now that Evan was brooding again, Walter was worried. 

“Would you please talk to me?” he asked with a sigh. Evan didn't raise his head, he kept his eyes on the bottle that he turned between his hands nervously. A bitter chuckle left his lips. 

“What do you want to hear? That I'm fucking it up? That I'm too stupid to hold onto the one good thing that’s happened to me in a long time?” His eyes finally met Walter's. And his brother recognized the fear and desperation in Evan’s eyes. Walt put a hand over Evan's to stop him from rolling the bottle over the table. “Already thought it was about your girl. What happened?”

Evan clenched his jaw. He didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to think about it. But he knew his older brother well enough to know that Walter wouldn't stop asking. 

“It's more about what is NOT happening.” Evan shook his head, snorting, averting his eyes again. 

“I can't, Walter. Every day I think I'm finally ready for it. To show it to her. To tell her. But as soon as she touches me, I'm freaking out.” Evan ran a hand over his face, biting on the knuckle of his index finger. He was searching for the right words while his brother watched him patiently.

“I don't want her to know. She's so innocent, so pure. I can't bring myself to be the one to tell her what a horrible world we're living in.”

Walter was quiet for quite some time before he finally answered. “Don’t sacrifice yourself. Not again. You’re allowed to be happy.” Evan opened his mouth to answer, but Walter held up his hand to stop him.  “You don’t have to tell her everything. If she’s just half as wonderful as you say, she’ll understand. But don’t make her feel like it’s her fault. She doesn’t deserve that. And you don’t, either.”

When you opened the door for him, Evan greeted you with his adorable smile. “Baby, you look gorgeous.” His eyes traveled over your whole body, admiring your blouse and the jeans that hugged your curves just perfectly. 

“Enjoying your freedom without the cast?” he asked before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. 

You leaned into his caress with a hum. “I really do.” You bit on your lower lip, smiling mischievously at your boyfriend. ”I hope I get to enjoy it a little more tonight.”

Evan chuckled, but you couldn’t fight the nagging feeling that he just didn’t want to take the hint.

And as you rolled your hips you felt his erection press against your core. At least now you knew that your efforts didn’t leave him unaffected. You let your hand travel down over the firm muscles of his back and pressed yourself tight against his chest. You wished your second hand could join you in your explorations, but at least the splint wasn’t that much of an obstruction as the cast had been. 

He let go of you and walked into your kitchen “We still have time before we have to leave. I told Walter we’d be there by eight. Have you eaten yet?” You followed him and took his hand. Your eyes locked with his as you pulled him with you to the couch. “I did. The only hunger that needs to be tended to right now is for you to kiss me. You pushed him to sit and straddled his thighs. That was your favorite place to be in the world. Your hand found its way to the back of his head, your nails raking through his short velvety hair. Evan sighed as he shut his eyes. “This feels good.” Evan’s hands settled on your hips, pulling you closer.

The kiss you shared started off gently but the two of you didn’t waste much time before you deepened it. Evan’s tongue brushed over your lips, and you opened them for him. The touch of your tongues, the taste of Evan in your mouth, shot electric shocks right through you. Longingly, you squirmed in his arms. Damn, he was a good kisser. 

Evan grabbed your ass and pressed you against his hard length and you answered with a desperate moan. Without thinking, your hand found the hem of his shirt and your fingers sneaked under it, feeling the heat of his bare skin. 

Evan’s whole body tensed and he pulled his lips from yours. Nervously he glanced at his watch. “I think we should go, Walter is early most of the time anyway.” He didn’t even look you in the eyes. 

Frustrated, you dragged your leg over him and slumped down onto your couch. “What is this, Evan? The one moment you’re all over me and the next you stop and act as if nothing had happened? Did I misread this whole thing? Don’t you want me?”

Evan sighed, and you noticed that he was still averting his gaze. “I want you. I really do. It’s just… difficult. We’ll talk about it, I promise. Just give me a little more time.”

You got up and adjusted your blouse, your eyes brimming with tears. Evan followed and wrapped his arms around you. “I'm sorry. It's not because of you. You are perfect.” He kissed the top of your head.

You fought back the tears and nodded. “Okay, we'll talk about it another time. Let's go and meet your brother.”

Walter smiled when he saw the two of you enter the pub. It was a nice change to see Evan with his arm wrapped around a girl. He stood to greet you, surprising you with a warm hug.

And soon you decided that Walter was pleasant company. Not much of a talker but a great listener with a soft smile and kind eyes, watching you attentively.

“That obvious, huh? I really don’t want to push anything. His rejection just makes me so awfully insecure. And I’m scared of losing him.” Now it was Walter’s turn to shake his head. 

But as much as you tried to enjoy your evening, there was this tension between you and Evan. You were nervous and insecure. Not a feeling that was foreign to you. With Evan though, it was new. You didn’t dare to touch him and the few times his hands brushed over your body, you flinched. Evan seemed to be tense, too. You missed the smile that was usually on his lips when he looked at you.

When Evan left for the restrooms, you felt Walter’s hand grab yours. “Don’t question his feelings for you. He likes you, very much so. You just have to be patient with him. He’s got some demons to deal with.” You shook your head, a small smile for Walter on your lips. 

“You’re not going to lose him.” He paused for a brief moment, looking deep into your eyes, as if he needed to decide if he should go on. “You know, there’s a reason why I check on him daily. He’s been through a hard time. But if you keep showing him that he can trust you, that he is safe with you, he’ll open up. It’s going to be fine.” Walter chuckled softly. “Damn, you should hear how he talks about you. He’s head over heels, trust me.”

“Thank you, Walter. Guess it’s time for me to be patient and take care. I owe it to him after everything he’s done for me.”

Evan got back to you and as he sat down, you took his hand and laced your fingers with his. The surprise that flashed over his face turned into a smile that grew wider as you snuggled into his chest. Across the table you saw how Walter gave you a small wink. 

As you stood on your porch, Evan pressed a little kiss on your forehead. “Thank you for the evening. It was a nice change after sitting on the couch for weeks,” you told him and you meant it. After your little talk with Walter, you felt better than the last days, when you had been questioning Evan’s feelings for you. 

“Actually, I was hoping to get onto your couch for a little more tonight.” Evan whispered as his lips moved across your neck, spreading kisses on your skin in between every word. 

He pinned you to your door, his mouth crashing onto yours. His tongue brushed over your lips and you pliantly opened them for him, inviting his tongue to explore you. You moaned into his mouth as his teeth caught your lower lip. But then he pulled away from you and you took a deep breath to fill your lungs again. He lifted his head and locked his eyes with yours. You had never seen him like this. It was as if he were staring right into your soul.  “I need to tell you about something.” 

Your heart was racing and your hands trembled as you unlocked the door. Whatever it was, what Evan had to tell you, you felt that it was going to change your relationship with him. But if the way he kissed you gave anything away, you were not going to lose him. At least that was what you were trying to tell yourself as you stepped into your house with him, ignoring the panic that started to rise in your chest.

You kicked off your shoes and Evan took your hand to guide you to the couch. He sat down and pulled you onto his lap. As if he knew how much you felt safe and sheltered in his arms. You let out a breath you hadn’t even noticed you were holding.

“I’m sorry!” he began. “I know I hurt you with my behavior. But that was never my intention.” His hand cupped your cheek as he watched you with a sad expression on his face. 

“There’s something I need to show you, so you understand.”

Evan moved you to sit on the couch and kneeled on the floor before you. He held your hands in his and shut his eyes, clearly needing a moment to go on. A moment that you gladly gave him, now that he finally trusted you enough to open up to you. Evan took a sharp breath and then he grabbed the hem of his shirt with crossed arms and pulled it over his head. The dim light in the room fell onto his chest and you gasped. There were deep scars carved into his skin. Scars that clearly weren’t caused by an accident. They were forming a cryptic symbol on his chest. 

Your hand reached out but you stopped yourself before you met his skin, not sure if he could endure your touch. But Evan took your hand in his and guided it to his chest. Under your fingers you felt his heart beating excruciatingly fast. 

Your voice broke when you finally dared to speak. “What happened to you, Evan?” you asked him, not sure if you really wanted to hear the answer. But Evan took the decision on that upon himself.

“I can’t tell you, my love. Not because I don’t trust you.” He pulled you closer to him, his eyes not moving from yours as he pressed his forehead against yours. “It’s because I need to protect you. There are things in this world that I don’t want you to know about. Things I wish I could forget, too. But I can’t.” He pressed a soft kiss on your cheek. “But when I’m with you, I’m as far away from these horrible memories as I can be, and I’m so incredibly thankful to have you in my life. You fill my heart with love and happiness instead.”

He moved your hand with his over his scarred skin. “Can you be with me, even if I can’t tell you everything about my past?” You noticed the fear in his voice at his question. Evan was scared of losing you, too, you realized. And that was when something in you broke and you started crying. 

You couldn’t fully process what all of this meant, but one thing you were sure of: The man who kneeled in front of you was honestly asking you to be part of his life and you wanted nothing more than this. It didn’t matter that he wouldn’t tell you about the scars. It didn’t matter what had happened in the past. Evan had made your life so much better in the past weeks and if he wanted you to be there for him, you would. Your heart was his. 

And that’s what you told him. In between sobs, you told him that it’s okay, that you want him to be part of your life. And then you said something, way too soon, but it was the truth and when it was out you couldn’t take it back anymore. “I love you, Evan.” It was just a whisper, but he heard it and his eyes got wide. And then he kissed you in a way he had never before. 

All the emotions washed over you as your lips and tongues moved so desperately against each other. You slipped from the couch right into Evan’s lap. He held you so tight that you could hardly breathe, but you just didn’t care. Hectically, he pulled your blouse out of your jeans and as his hands touched your bare waist, you let out a desperate moan. He had touched you there before, when he had helped you get changed, but now it felt different. You needed to feel him. You needed to feel all of him. With urgency, you started to pull the straps on your splint to get rid of it. Evan helped you with the trained movements of a medic, and he pressed soft kisses down your arm when it was finally free. 

You got up and pulled Evan with you. In between kisses and touches, you both stumbled into your bedroom. Somehow Evan had managed to open all the buttons of your blouse when you stopped at the edge of your bed. Evan’s chest was heaving as he watched you. His fingers brushed over your skin. Starting at your neck, he trailed down your collarbone to your sternum and the valley between your breasts. His thumb brushed over your hardened nipple that was clearly visible through the sheer fabric of your bra. 

Your own hands moved along his sides. Your injured arm felt inept but the sensation of feeling Evan’s warm skin under your touch was worth every effort. You nipped at his throat and got a deep moan in response. 

Evan slowly guided you to lay onto the mattress and brushed your blouse down your shoulders while doing so. He settled between your legs and resumed his assault on your mouth. Your breath hitched as you felt him running his hands over your body, one finally resting on your chest while the other trailed down your side. When he met your hip you couldn’t stop yourself from lifting it, pressing yourself against him.  You felt like you had never been so desperate to be touched. There was a longing deep inside of you that needed to be stilled. 

“Please, Evan!” you begged, not knowing what exactly you were asking of him, but Evan knew better than yourself what you were craving. His slender fingers finally started to unbutton your jeans and he crawled backwards to pull them from your legs. He moved up your body again, spreading kisses over your thighs as he passed them and you gasped when he stopped with his face just inches from your throbbing core. 

“May I?” he asked you, his voice gravelly and thick as his fingers hooked under the elastics of your panties. You weren't able to do anything else but nod, but for Evan this was enough to go on, and he rolled down your satin underwear. A toothy smile, stretching from ear to ear, slowly emerged on his face as he noticed the damp spot that had formed on the fabric. 

He started with chaste kisses and little nips, trailing excruciatingly slow from your belly downwards. Moving almost carefully, his tongue parted your folds, and brushed ever so lightly over your hooded clit. You whimpered, your hands cradling his head to show him that you wanted him exactly where he was. Keeping his slow pace, he lapped and sucked your sensitive pearl. His fingers circled your entrance to gather your arousal before he pushed one into you. You cried out his name at the sensation, and you felt Evan’s lips forming into a content smile. He added a second finger, pumping into you, searching for your most sensitive spot, while his mouth kept working on your clit. Evan growled as he felt your walls tighten around his digits and he doubled his efforts until he brought you over the edge. Your legs clenched around his head as you came all over his mouth. 

Evan wiggled himself free from where you had trapped him, chuckling. “Oh my god, sorry!” you gasped, opening your legs to let him go. But Evan laughed quietly. “Don’t apologize for this, please” he told you, and you saw in his eyes that he meant it. 

You were still a little embarrassed but decided to ignore it, so you pulled Evan up to you and distracted yourself by pressing a firm kiss on his lips. Evan answered with the same enthusiasm, parting his lips for you. His hands were on your chest again, rolling your hardened buds between his fingers. You moaned into his mouth as you felt the tension in your core build again. 

Careful, not to overburden your injured arm, you guided Evan to lay down on his back. “Please help me balance out that wardrobe situation, Evan!” you requested and he obliged gladly. He got rid of his pants and briefs in a few fast movements and let himself fall back on the bed again. When you rolled half on top of him, his hands moved to the clasp of your bra that he was now so used to open and close. You dropped your last piece of garment on the floor and finally took in the sight in front of you. Evan lay on your bed, his chest heaving and watching you with hooded eyes. Your eyes moved from his beautiful face down his chest where his scars stood out over the rest of his skin that was covered in a soft tuft of hair. His frame formed a V, wide shoulders and a narrow waist. You traced the line of his Adonis belt with your fingers and Evan’s hard cock twitched in response. 

You took this as an invitation and wrapped your hand around his length. Evan moaned as you trailed your thumb from the head to the root of his dick, tracing a vein. Then you tightened your grip again and started to stroke him in languid motions. “Fuck, baby, this feels so good!” Evan cursed. “Please! I need to feel you.” 

Without any hesitation, you reached for your nightstand and grabbed a condom from the drawer. You had been waiting for this long enough, now that he was finally ready, you needed to feel Evan inside of you. You sheathed his cock and stroked him a few more times while you straddled his thighs. Evan looked up at you with an expression you couldn’t quite name. It was lust, but mixed with something else. Could it be adoration? Whatever it was, the look he gave you sent a million butterflies through your stomach. 

You lifted your hips and guided his cock to your entrance. His face lit up in a soft smile that only half hid his desperation when you stopped moving for a second. But when you sank down on him, he lost control over his emotions. He threw his head back with a loud growl, his hands grabbing the sheets. 

You resisted the urge to move faster, trying to adjust your breathing with Evan’s as you started to roll your hips. Your eyes gazing at each other, you slowly moved up and down, engulfing his cock in your warmth. Hands found each other and you laced your fingers with Evan’s. He bit his lip as he watched you move on top of him. “Damn, baby, you’re beautiful.” he hummed, barely audible. His hands moved along the insides of your arms, making you shiver, until they were wrapped around your breasts. He rolled and pinched your hardened nipples and kneaded the soft flesh of your mounds as you rode him. 

He looked stunning, his face covered in a thin layer of sweat, his eyes half shut in lust. You leaned down and kissed him. Your tongues danced in the same lazy rhythm as your hips. But with the new angle, your bundle of nerves brushed over Evan with every move and you soon lost your will to go slow. You increased your pace and Evan followed you, burying his heels into the bed, so he could thrust up to you.

You felt how both of you got more and more consumed with desire. When you left his lips, leaning up again, you pulled Evan with you. You both wrapped your arms and legs around each other, getting as close as possible. Eyes locked on one another, you started to move faster again, rolling and grinding your hips. Evan rutted into you with the same hunger for release. And it didn’t take long until you felt your climax build and you cried out his name when it washed over you. Evan buried himself deep into you a few more times until he found his own relief.

Both of you let your heads fall onto the other's shoulder, gasping for air. When he had steadied his breath again, Evan rolled you onto the bed and finally pulled out of you. You sighed as he left you empty, but Evan made up for it by covering your face and neck in kisses. After a deep and passionate kiss, he got up and took care of the condom. You stood, too and went for the bathroom. When you had finished cleaning up you watched yourself in the mirror and couldn’t suppress a giggle. Your cheeks were flushed and you looked positively spent. But when you got back into your bedroom your smile froze on your face. Evan was fully clothed, he had even gotten his shirt that he had left on the couch. He was ready to leave you. 

“Please stay!” you told him, not hiding the disappointment in your voice. Evan sighed and pulled you into a tight embrace. “Sorry, baby, but I don’t think this is a good idea.” He pressed a kiss on op of your head. “I’m having trouble sleeping, and I don’t want to meddle with your rest.” he looked apologetic at you, but you shook your head stubbornly.

“No! You’ll stay. I need you here with me tonight.” you told him decisively. Evan frowned, still hesitant over the idea of spending the night in your bed. But when you started undressing him again, he didn’t protest. “I will probably be tossing around. Maybe even shouting” was his last objection that you just ignored. Then he helped you to get him out of his clothes again. You crawled under your duvet and you gladly took the place in his arm that he offered you, resting your head on his chest. The chest that he had hidden from you for so long. A single tear ran down your cheek as you realized how much it meant for him to let you near. 

You were woken up by a hand gripping tight on your waist and quiet whimpers at your neck. It took you a moment until you remembered it was Evan lying next to you. The dim light of your alarm clock told you it was shortly after 4am. You turned and saw his face illuminated faintly, a grimace of pain written on it. “No!” he whispered in between sobs. “No, please! Let me go!”

“Shush” you cooed. “You’re safe. I’m here, Evan, and you are safe.” You wrapped your arms tight around him and covered his face in kisses, softly whispering more soothing words to him. After a while, he relaxed. His face softened and he had stopped the whimpers that had held your heart in a tight grip. You pressed another kiss on his cheek and Evan finally opened his eyes. His expression lit up as he saw you and you let out a breath you were holding when a smile formed on his lips. Evan pulled you even tighter, as close as possible, before kissing the corner of your mouth. “Thank you!” he mumbled with a hoarse voice. And after another of those deep stares right into your soul, he added: “I love you, too.”

[littlefreya]

For - uhm- research reasons: Freya, do you have some story recs with really sexy descriptions of blow jobs?

Sure, love, I wrote a bunch of those, I hope it will help with the research 🍭🍭🍭

🍭Henry RPF

Level Up - Henry Cavill x Reader (Oral sex performed on a man, swallowing, somewhat of a Sub!Henry)  Giving Henry a blow job while he plays WoW

Crooked Bowtie - Henry x Reader (Smut, blowjob, gagging, semi-public) You are teasing Henry in VIP gala, yet again. He ought to drag you aside and take care of this little predicament.

As I was saying - Henry x Reader (fluff to smut, early pregnancy, blow job, bodily fluids, slight FemDom/SubMale, cottagecore!) You recently found out that you’re pregnant and Henry is being all sorts of over-protective and annoying about it and won’t shut up about what you should or shouldn’t eat. So you find a creative way to shut him up… 

Pretty when you Cry - Henry x OFC ( MaleDom, oral, breeding) Henry can be overprotective and asked his lady several times not to do her own dangerous stunts while filming. But she chooses to defy him and that’s gonna cost her.

More under the cut

69 works just fine - Henry x Reader ( oral sex, both ways oral sex, 69, need I say more? Graphic description of sex and bodily fluids, soft daddy kink, light brat/daddy dynamic. )  You challenge Henry about the infamous 69 Position and he is keen on showing you how very wrong you are.

Keep your eyes open - Henry x Reader (smut  Dom/Sub, mutual masturbation, facial, bodily fluids all over, mention of oral performed on a man.)  Henry makes you touch yourself while having you on a spreader.

🍭Captain Syverson

Set me Free - Syverson x Reader ( Explicit Smut, Male Sub / FemDom, bondage, sex toys, oral performed on a male and a female, face-sitting, power play, teasing, unprotected sex, bodily fluids.) Part Two to Let Me In - After a night of being an asshole, getting drunk and then falling asleep when you were just finally getting into the mood. The Captain wakes up finding himself in somewhat of a pickle.

Waking up the beast - Syverson x Reader (Smut, blowjob) You decide to wake the captain up with a special treat

The Beast - Smut | First blow job with Sy 🎃

Salt & Iron - Syverson x OFC (Smut, intercourse, 69, mutual oral) PWP - mindless fucking in the Captain quarter.  Senses challenge - Taste.

🍭Walter Marshall

Night Lessons - Walter x Virgin Reader (corruption kink, face-fucking, gagging, blow job, cock-warming, deflowering, orgasm denial, maleDom, jealousy) 🎃 NEW 🎃 Walter decides to teach your innocent self how to use his huge weapon.

🍭August Walker

Violent Delights - August Walker x Reader (Smut, facefucking, rough oral, depiction of bodily fluids, some eventual fluff, MaleDom/FemSub.) You will give August what he wants, you will let him fuck your pretty little mouth and come down your throat. His pleasure - is yours. 

Sweet & Spicey August x Reader  (Sub!August, oral, Smut + Fluff ) You get to pay August the favour and finally take control

🍭Sherlock Holmes

His Dominion - Sherlock x Reader -  smut, orgasm denial, fingering, virginity, MaleDom/FemSub, oral sex (man receiving), hinted kidnapping, bodily fluid. You would think a gentleman like Sherlock is a tender lover, but the brilliant detective is merely a wolf in a sheep’s clothing, and you happen to his favourite meal.  

Carriage Ride - Sherlock x Reader (Smut, oral sex - man receiving, mentions of spanking. )   Giving Sherlock a blow job during

[keanureevesisbae]

Walter Marshall x fem!reader

Summary: You were a freshly minted lawyer and after you won your first case, your client wants to take you out for dinner, as a thank you.

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings: public sex (a.k.a. in an alley), fingering, squirting, unprotected sex. I feel like this isn't quite ethical, but idk if that needs a warning.

‘And hereby I declare the defendant not guilty.’ The judge slammed the gavel against the sound block and you let out a sigh of relief. This was your first case as a freshly minted lawyer and thankfully you won it. It was exciting when your boss allowed you on the case, but it had been a stressful one, keeping you up late at night, talking to your client as he had to await his trial in prison. If you failed, you would’ve failed your clearly innocent client. 

But all your hard work as been paid off: your client was innocent and a free man again after being in arrest for almost two months. 

You turned to the side, only to witness Walter Marshall standing up, the tenseness in his shoulders still evident, but a lot less than previous weeks. He had been pretty stoic the entire time you spend together—minus some flirty and cocky remarks—however now he broke out in a wonderful smile. 

He totally should do that more often, because boy, did he look handsome smiling.

He pulled you in a tight hug and whispered: ‘Thank you, for everything.’ 

You squeezed your arms around his broad shoulders. ‘Of course,’ you whispered back.

When he pulled back he said: ‘Please miss, allow me to thank you. You really did a lot for me.’

You shook your head. ‘No, mister Marshall. This is my job. It’s all right.’

‘No, please. Lemme buy you one drink. Cappuccino with hazelnut syrup, am I right?’ 

You couldn’t help but smile, realizing he had remembered how you prefered your cappuccino. He had asked about it, when you visited him for consultation and brought him an espresso and you yourself had a cappuccino with indeed a pump of hazelnut syrup. ‘Okay,’ you said, ‘just one drink.’

You could’ve known it wasn’t going to be just one drink.

One drink turned into two and two drinks turned into dinner. When Walter wasn’t occupied in winning the case and not being incarcerated for that matter, he was really nice and charming. Sure, he had his slightly rude personality streak, but he tried his best and you duly noted the efforts made. 

Somehow after dinner, you two winded up in a club and despite him not dancing at all, he seemed at ease as he was surrounded by normalcy. It had been years since you stepped a foot in the club, your dream of becoming a lawyer not allowing you to take time off.

You two were the odd pair near the bar. You still wore your short pencil skirt and white blouse, he wore a worn-down pair of jeans with a long sleeved t-shirt. You however couldn’t help but automatically sway your hips to the beat of the music. Walter turned from your client to your personal bodyguard, as he wrapped an protective arm around you, shielding you from the guys who wanted to talk to you.

Because you were a professional, you hadn’t shown him how attracted you were to him. However, now you couldn’t help yourself anymore. You leaned against his thick frame, enjoying how his arms felt around your body. 

You winded up in the corner of the club, as one kiss led to another and that other kiss turned into a heavy make out session. His hands were everywhere on your body as he had your back pressed against the wall. 

This was wrong, this was terrible, because he was your client, but you felt there was no way back now. You had to kiss him, to push your hands up his shirt to feel his strong abs against your fingers. ‘I need you,’ you whispered against his lips.

‘I need you too,’ he groaned. ‘I know a spot.’

You wanted to get ready to go, however he stopped you. ‘What?’ you asked.

‘Bra and underwear, miss,’ he said, holding out his hand.

This was risky, you were aware of that, but you somehow managed to undo your bra and slide out of your underwear, placing both pieces in his hand. It felt weird to go commando like that, but knowing you had Walter with you, no one was gonna find out.

The two of you made your way out of the club and knowing that your bra and underwear were stuffed in his pocket, made it way sexier. 

‘You told me the entire time what to do,’ Walter said, pushing your back against the wall once you were securely hidden from the rest of the world in the back alley. ‘Think it’s time for us to change that.’

You were totally at his mercy. Allowing him to button down your shirt, revealing your breasts and stiffened nipples. Letting him push up your skirt to your waist, revealing your bare and wet pussy and Walter did not waste a second with filling you up with one finger, quickly realizing you could easily take two.

You could see in his eyes he was a man with a plan, because he desperately needed to make you cum.

You held his face in your hands, stealing kisses from him, his tongue circling around yours. ‘Feels good, miss?’ he asked.

‘So good,’ you whimpered. ‘Damn it, mister Marshall.’

Partygoers were passing the alley, cars were driving by and they were never gonna figure out what was happening her if you remained quiet and fuck, that was hard. Walter managed to totally drive you crazy, eager and hungry for more.

He knew what he was doing, masterfully and roughly fingering you to ecstasy, your fluids squirting passed his fingers. A whimper somehow left your lips and he was quick to kiss you, drowning out the small sound you made.

The immense puddle near your feet was an indication of how desperate he needed you to cum and you were too occupied with yearning for more of him, that you could push aside some embarrassment as you probably looked like a fucked out mess.

He pulled out his fingers and you held on tightly to him, as you didn’t quite trust your legs anymore. ‘Turn around, miss,’ he said to you and because he held you up, you were able to turn around. You placed your hands on the wall and he didn’t waste second as he took you from behind. His thick cock stretching out your tight walls and you placed your own hand over your mouth, making sure not a single noise came from you.

‘Good girl,’ Walter groaned in a low tone, causing you to nearly cum again. He held you up by your hips, as your legs were shivering and nearly giving out. ‘I’ve got you, miss,’ he said. 

You sobbed against your hand, tears running down your cheeks as you came once more. Walter picked up his pace and you felt him filling you up, your eyes rolling back as you enjoyed this slightly foreign feeling. He completely rode out his high, bottoming out once more, while you tried to catch your breath.

He snickered as he pulled down your skirt, his own semen dripping down your legs. You were making a mess, that you knew, but you were still enjoying your after sex high to care too much. ‘Allow me,’ he said, buttoning up your shirt and pulling down your skirt. You held onto his arms and he pressed a long and sloppy kiss on your lips. ‘Let’s get you home, miss,’ he said to you.

You smiled. ‘For a round two, I hope.’

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[hertzwritings]

Deranged (Walter Marshall x reader)

A/N: Listen, I might have gone straight for the deep end. I had a thought, then another and then @cooldreamlandsandwich said one goddamn sentence and I NEEDED to write this. So welcome to smut-city, lovers! There are spoilers for Night Hunter, just an FYI. Also, also: this is very much a deranged, dark smut-fic, so if that’s not your cup of tea, skip it! It’s probably the first time I’m delving into a darker mindframe, so… But it’s all for a good cause, which is slightly deranged, horny Walter Marshall. Feedback feeds the soul, my darlings, and requests are always open – anything goes, I’m a depraved human being, so I’ll write it all!

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Pairing: (slightly deranged) Walter Marshall x (deranged) reader

Warnings: SMUT (minors DNI), breathplay, BDSM, slight non-con (not really, but if you squint, it might look like it), anal, p in v, oral (male receiving), mentions of weapons, mentions of death, mentions of murder, dirty talk, language, choking and probably a lot more

Wordcount: 3.527 (not even sorry)

It was one glimpse. One glimpse one time at a very dirty diner, and you knew you needed to get his attention in any way possible. He looked wild, his hair curly and messy, his eyes bleak and tired – he was talking to an older, bald man, and they both looked exhausted.

You loved it.

You were hiding in plain sight, already plotting; you were near every place he went to look at him, find his tells and, if you were being honest, fantasizing about how he would look buried deep in you.

When you heard that he had killed the twins, you felt your body like it was on fire. You were burning for his rough hands, his voice… So you planned it out.

First, it was small things. Just stuff, you knew he’d have to react to, but nothing to make you visible on the radar; it started with the letters. Small, concise, and slightly off, it was enough for him to be aware of something going on. Details of murders yet to come, details of murders already done, details, details, details. Not that you necessarily killed people yet, but a girl could dream.

Then you moved to things. You had contact with a fair few of the Unknowns, and you’d been good to them over the years, which meant they were happy to help you; a lock of hair here, a passport there, just little gifts to keep him on his toes. Or make him miss a few hours of sleep. You did love to see him just a little broken. He was perfect. Stoic every time he opened a new letter or a new gift, the only inclination of his real feelings was in the clench of his jaw and the dark circles under his eyes. You had managed to get a job as a receptionist at the station, which you found funny; the fact that one of the organizers and keepers of the Unknowns were right under their noses, made you feel superior and happy.

You had smiled sweetly at him, as he passed the desk once. “Mr. Marshall. Getting anywhere with the new case?” You had asked him innocently. He had narrowed his eyes and stopped dead in his tracks. “What do you know about it?” God, his voice made you want to jump the desk. You smiled again, widening your eyes slightly at him before leaning over, putting your cleavage on display. You didn’t miss how his eyes went to your chest, an eyebrow slightly raised, as he crossed his arms. “Oh, nothing. Just the chatter.” You had whispered. “What would you do if I knew anything?” You bit your lip. “Detain you.” He said coolly, but you saw how his eyes darkened at you. “Oh, well, that would be fun.” You laughed darkly. “Don’t you worry, Sir, I’m simply a girl at the desk.” You said with a wicked grin. He nodded harshly once before stalking to the data and IT-department, slamming the door shut behind him.

Oh, how you loved to tease.

At the end, you knew you had to do something big to really grab his attention; he was so caught up in work, he hadn’t even noticed the few hints you’d put out for him. Not that you cared, really, you just enjoyed the cat-and-mouse-game you were playing, unbeknownst to him. So you had called up one of the Unknowns and asked for a small favor.

He had come through perfectly. Walter Marshall was losing his mind. The letter, describing in detail what you needed – no wanted – him to do to you, stabled to the naked chest of some dead brunette, had made him fucking loseit. You loved it. Seeing him creating divots in the walls as he punched them, the way he pulled on his beard. You knew you were getting too close, but hey, you couldn’t tease forever. He must’ve felt you look at him through the window to his office, because he stopped pacing and found your eyes, holding your gaze. You turned your head to the left, smiled wickedly while holding his gaze, and then you popped the red, cherry lollipop in your mouth.

The very same you’d mentioned in the letter.

You could almost see the gears turning in his head, and you quickly scribbled your address down on a post-it, sticking it to the blank computer-screen in front of you, before getting up from your seat and calling out to your boss that there had been a family emergency and you had to leave. You didn’t really care what they thought, you weren’t coming back; besides, you’d wiped every piece of information on you and the as much as the case, as you could. It would be stupid to come back.

You left, his eyes burning your back and you grinned as you drove the distance to your house. It was only a matter of time before he came.

As soon as you stepped inside, you gathered whatever evidence you had – you weren’t a complete idiot and knew you needed something to bargain with – setting all of it neatly on your dining room table, before shedding your clothes to change into something a little more… Inviting. Your black robe hung loosely around your body, barely tied, showing just enough of the black lace and leather-lingerie, you’d bought just for the occasion. You smiled as you looked in the mirror, eyes glazed over; oh, how you wanted him to lose his mind. You popped a bright red lipstick on, keeping the tube in your hand as you descended your stairs, going straight to your dining room table and sitting down in a chair, facing the front door. Waiting.

An hour later, you saw the car pull up and you grinned to yourself. It took longer than expected, but on the other hand, you knew he was a stickler for rules; he wanted to double and triple-check the facts and evidence. He must’ve gotten angry when he found out there was none, anymore. You felt heat pool in your pussy at the thought of his rage. You could almost tasteit.

He didn’t bother knocking, simply flinging the door open, gun pointed, and you saw him falter for a fraction of a second as he saw you sitting, waiting.

“Who are you?” The tone of his voice was harsh. You smiled. “Close the door, please. It lets in a draft.” He narrowed his eyes at you, and you cocked your eyebrow at him. He didn’t turn, his gun still pointed at your face, as he reached behind him and closed the door. “I would’ve expected you to bring someone else.” You said sweetly. His chest rose and fell beautifully, and you briefly wondered if it would be worth it to watch it stop moving. “I wasn’t sure.” He simply said. “Now, who are you?” You pointed to the chair in front of you. “Please, you must be exhausted.” You said with a grin. He growled. “I’m fine standing.” “Oh, well…” You leaned back in your chair. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N, but you already knew that, Sir.” You said in a hushed voice. “What have you done?” You smiled at him and nodded to the files and evidence in front of you. “A little of everything. I did enjoy watching you try to figure it out.” You grinned and pointed to the papers and evidence on the table. He grabbed some of the papers from the table, gun held steadily to your face, and he glanced at you with an undecipherable look on his face. “You’re giving yourself up willingly?” He asked. You laughed. “Oh, darling, no. I want something from you, just as you want something from me.” “What could you possibly want? You’ve just handed over everything you had to bargain with.” You grinned again, wetting your lips with your tongue. “Oh, please, don’t for a second think this is everything. No, I like to play with visible cards, and these are just some of them.” “What. Do. You. Want?” He spat. “I thought that was obvious?” You turned your head slightly and looked at the bulge in his pants. By the looks of it, he was feeling some type of way for you. “I didn’t know you had a thing for crime, sir.” You whispered, raising your eyebrows at him. He growled again and shifted slightly, trying to hide the way his cock strained against his pants. “I don’t.” “Oh, for me? I’m flattered.” “Is this a sick game to you?” He asked angrily. “I could kill you at any moment.” You huffed. “But you won’t. I believe you want a taste of all the things, I’ve written in detail…” You let your robe fall open, revealing the full set you were wearing. “And I think you like it when it’s a little dangerous.” “You think you’re dangerous?” He asked, smirking, as he stepped closer to you. You could feel the pool of wetness between your thighs at his proximity to you. “I’d like to think so.” “Oh, sweetheart, you don’t know dangerous if it fucking killed you.” He said in a low voice, his gun finally by his side.

“You think you’re a mastermind, so clever for toying with me?” You smiled dangerously. “You have no idea.”

He grabbed your throat in one, swift move, pulling you to your feet as your air was cut off; he forced you to back against the wall, holding you in place. You couldn’t breathe and you mewled breathlessly, as you felt him raise you slightly, only the tips of your toes hitting the floor beneath you. His face was inches from yours. “You’ve got no idea what you’re messing with.” He spat. You heard the gun clatter on the hardwood floor, and you closed your eyes as black spots began to swirl in your vision. A hard slap landed on your cheek as soon as your eyes closed. “You fucking look at me, you bitch.” You couldn’t help but smile slightly. “Oh, aren’t you the dangerous man?” You choked out. He smiled viciously.

“You’re gonna wish you never met me.” He whispered, his rough, calloused hand around your throat; the other one was opening his belt quickly, the slight sound of the buckle opening made you mewl again. He narrowed his eyes at you. You squirmed under his grip, feeling lightheaded at the lack of air to your lungs.

It was perfect.

His pants fell to the ground, and you could only move your eyes to look down at him; he wasn’t wearing underwear and his large cock was standing proud, as his hand held the belt. He slowly lowered you to stand fully on your feet and released his grip slightly, allowing air to rush to your lungs. You gasped gratefully, but your reprieve was short-lived, because he threw you by your throat to the table, bending you over it. He pulled your panties down and growled as he saw just how fucking wet you were. “You’re fucking dirty.” He spat and you heard the swing of the belt before it hit. You yelped at the sharp sting on your ass, and you felt the welt already swelling; his hand moved from your throat, letting air flow into your lungs fully, and moved to your back, holding you bent over the table. You moaned as the belt hit again, his fingers digging into your back as the hand, wrapped in the belt, slid over your red, sensitive skin in almost a caress. You mewled and pushed back slightly to which he growled and put his hand back around your throat, holding tighter than before. “Oh, you’re enjoying this?” He whispered, and you felt the wet, hot tip of his hard cock against your ass. “Slightly.” You croaked. He tightened his grip impossibly and you could almost hear your windpipe creak under the force. He growled and pushed against you. You felt just how wet you were as he did, and you mewled breathlessly. “Fuck you.” He whispered harshly, nails digging into your back, leaving crescent moons to you, brandishing you. “You wish.” You whispered back, grinning into the table. He groaned and pushed into you harshly, bottoming out – you screamed at the intrusion, your weeping pussy not ready for the size of him without preparing first.

He didn’t seem to care. He started dragging back, his thick cock dragging against your walls, as he drew back and then snapped his hips, burying himself deeply in you. You mewled and moaned as he picked up his speed, pounding you harshly – you were already teetering on the edge, and he roared, the hand on your back going to your ass, grabbing it harshly as your pussy pulsed around you. He picked up his speed, pounding into you and you tipped over, your orgasm rolling over you, clenching him within you. He groaned as you pulsed around him, and he stilled his movements as you moaned his name, letting it tumble from your lips in broken whispers, his hand breaking the flow of air to your lungs. He pulled out roughly, and you felt your wetness leak down your thighs. He chuckled darkly, his free hand moving to your puckered hole. You gasped as you felt hot spit fall on your hole and his thick thumb smeared the spit around it. His thumb dipped inside you harshly, and you mewled, your back arching at the intrusion; he chuckled darkly and pushed his thumb further in, adding the tip of another finger, forcing you to open to him. “Please…” “Shut up, or I’m doing it for you permanently.” He groaned and lined himself up behind you. You felt the thickness of his thighs pressing against you and you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood, as the tip of his cock entered you. You couldn’t hold back the pained grunt as he inched inside of you. You felt stretched to the absolute breaking point, almost wanting him to stop moving, but he grunted behind you and with a casual snap of his hips, he was fully inside of you; you were stuffed completely, not wanting to move a goddamn muscle in case you broke. You grasped the edges of your table hard, knuckles turning white.

“God-fucking-damn, you’re fucking tight…” He panted, cock twitching inside of you. You couldn’t hold back this time, sucking in a sharp breath and letting out a whine, as his hips moved, and his cock slid in and out of you. You felt fucking dirty with his cock filling you completely, your pussy throbbing around nothing, dripping down your thighs as he fucked your ass hard.

Your body was trembling, and you felt him slow down, groaning, right before he removed his hand from your neck. You sucked in a breath, but he wasn’t letting you go for good; his belt wrapped around your neck, the buckle clanging as he looped it around you, tightening it and holding it as a rein. You gasped as the air got pulled from you, and he jerked the belt back, letting it tighten around your neck and making you lift your head slightly, hoping for a breath of air. He chuckled. “You’re going to take it all.” He said in a low, dangerous voice, and you realized in the same exact moment as he snapped his hips, moving in and out of your ass painfully, that he was just as fucked up as you were. The thought made you moan a broken moan, and he fucked you harshly, his free hand going between your flooding folds, entering you with two fingers. Your knees buckled under his ministrations, feeling more filled than ever before. His fingers moved synchronically with his cock, turning up slightly and he it your g-spot in the same moment as he buried himself deeply inside of your puckered hole. You screamed, your voice cracking, as you came undone under him – you heard and felt the amount of wetness from you, your orgasm overtaking ever, single sense in you. Your nerves were on fire, the rolling feeling of your orgasm filling your body and you felt yourself tighten around his cock and fingers, drawing him in deeper. He chuckled breathlessly, still fucking you, as he bent down to your ear, catching your earlobe between your teeth. “Fucking hell, you squirted for me, you dirty girl?” He whispered. You couldn’t answer, still riding out your orgasm as you pulsed around him, and the belt too tight for air to flow in or out of you. He slacked it slightly, before sending his hand flying to your cheek. You tasted blood. “You fucking answer when spoken to.” He spat. You mewled. “Yes, yes, yes…” You couldn’t comprehend what he asked, but you would do and say anything to make him continue. It might be painful, but it felt so fucking good. He chuckled again and straightened up. “You’re going to regret doing that, little girl.” He whispered.

He picked up, his cock filling you and with hard thrusts, he buried himself in you, his fingers snaking out from you to your clit, pinching it hard. You screamed and writhed under him, but he simply laughed. You could feel him inside of you, as he twitched and you knew it wouldn’t be long before he came; you wanted it, wanted him to fill you completely with his spend, and you mewled and pushed back against him as he fucked you into the table. He roared, his hand violently pinching your clit and you came again at the sensation, drawing him into your ass; he mumbled a fuck and thick ropes of his cum filled your ass, painting you white. You mewled and rolled your hips, milking him of everything he had.

He pulled out harshly, his cum instantly dripping from your spent asshole, and he forced you to a standing position before forcing you to your knees.

“Clean me up.” He ordered. Who were you to argue?

You took his still hard cock in your mouth, relishing in the taste of his salty cum and you looked up at him with wide eyes as he held your head in place, belt swinging from your neck, as he began to fuck your mouth, forcing his cock deeply into your throat. You moaned around him, and spit dribbled down your chin, but you held your position. Your hands tried to find his thighs, but he pushed them away angrily. “Don’t fucking touch me, you filthy whore.” He moaned, eyes dark and on yours. You rested them on your own thighs “Touch yourself.” He ordered breathlessly and you moaned around him, your fingers instantly going to your throbbing clit, swirling your fingers over it, trying to release some of the new pressure, that was building in you. “You cum when I… Fuck!” He snapped his hips and you gagged, spit rolling down your chin in strong contest to your tears on your cheeks. His hand was firmly in your hair, pulling it by the roots. “Fuck, cum when I fucking tell you.” He moaned. You nodded, feeling the pressure building at his words; he was so dirty, so commanding, you wanted nothing more than to follow him. He moaned and huffed, looking down at you in pure disdain. “Now.” You moaned around his cock, your body letting the coil in your abdomen snap, and a new orgasm overtook you. Your eyes rolled back as you rode it out, fingers completely covered in your slick, and he roared again, stilling completely, holding you in place as he shot another round of cum down your throat this time. You gagged at the feeling of it hitting your throat, but you loved it. You swallowed everything he gave you, not wanting a single drop to go to waste. Your pussy clenched around the emptiness as he finished in your throat. He didn’t move until he was fully finished and then withdrew his cock from you.

His thumb stroked your chin in a surprisingly gentle gesture, and he turned his head slightly with a dangerous smirk on his face. “I’m taking all of the evidence. Well done, you’ve just become my information, baby girl.” He said as he removed the belt from your neck, pulling it through the loops of his pants before pulling them up fully. You gasped for air, feeling completely used in the best way possible. The taste of him lingered on your tongue and you felt his spend leak out of your used hole. “Oh, really?” You whispered. You’d lost your voice. He grinned viciously at you. “Good to know I can fuck the voice out of you.” He squatted in front of you, his big hand on your chin and cheeks, pulling you close to his face. For the first time since you met him, you were scared. He looked downright deranged.

“If you leave, I’ll find you. If you hurt someone, I’ll destroy you. If you refuse me, I’ll take you. Got it?” you nodded once.

Why would you ever leave, now when you knew what he was capable of? “Good girl.”

He grabbed the papers and evidence from the table and left your house without glancing back. You finally fell to the floor, laying down and gasping for air. Your throat was raw, your ass hurt like there was no tomorrow, but you couldn’t help but smile.

You knew he’d be back.

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[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Stairway To Heaven

Summary: Losing a beloved pet is a special hell to go through but you have Walter right next to you to help you deal with it.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Content Warnings: major hurt / comfort, a lot of angst, loss of a pet, mentions of alcohol

A/N: This is for you, love. You may be gone but you’ll live on in the words I’ve written for you.

Tagging, if interested: @wayward-blonde, @littlefreya @omgkatinka @ysmmsy @sixball

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know

The piper's calling you to join him

Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know

Your stairway lies on the whispering wind? - Led Zeppelin, Stairway To Heaven

Your trembling hands were dirty from all the fresh soil they touched just minutes ago. Small crumbles of dark brown earth splattered all around the big plant pot in front of you. You barely recognized all the white hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you just stood there looking at your kitchen table. Everything within was hurting as your aching heart skipped beats over and over. It just couldn’t be….or much rather shouldn’t be like this. The entire day felt like the weight of eternity resting upon your shoulders as you slumped down onto the chair. You knew the realization would hit you at some point but every fiber of your body and mind dreaded this moment because it would mean that you had to acknowledge that she was gone. The love of your life ripped right out of it. An innocent, pure soul that had nothing but love to give gone way to soon.

At 8 in the morning you shot out of bed wide awake because yet another wave of anxiety rippled through your body. You had found out the day prior that your little rat girl wasn’t doing all too well, but she still had been eager to eat and to drink which gave you a silver lining, but right as you turned to the side that morning looking at the enclosure you knew that something was wrong…very wrong. Her sister was quirky as ever but your special little one was laying on the bedding in an awfully apathetic way with her shiny black eyes wide open and her breath flat. Your heart splintered into a thousand shards as you recognised her condition and you nearly fell out of bed, grabbing the carrier box and prepping it with soft fabric. After carefully placing her awfully weak body in there you tried to feed her but she didn’t want to have any of it. At that point you knew what would eventually follow yet that didn’t stop you from calling your vet right away. The crippling desperation that was already shredding your soul apart only grew as you were told the doctor wasn’t in office today. Fuck! All the other vets around were to open two hours later! All you wanted to do was scream in agony, but the survival mode that sat in rapidly reminded you that your stress wouldn’t help your girl at all and so you took her to your bed with you, cradling her in your loving embrace. With your hand softly holding her little paw that was growing colder as the minutes passed by you started singing to her softly. The lyrics to Led Zeppelin’s Stairway To Heaven leaving your lips in choked sobs as you felt her heartbeat gradually fading until…eventually…it stopped completely.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west

And my spirit is crying for leaving

“Baby…..love…no…” You heard yourself cry out as lightning bolts out of pure pain and pity for the poor small ball of fur inside your hands struck your entire body.

You carefully pressed her close to your chest as the world around you crumbled into nothing but misery and desolation. With your torso swaying back and forth while an entire ocean of tears trickled down to the collar of your shirt, soaking the fabric until it stuck to your skin, you whimpered into a silent room. Minutes passed before you slowly came back to your senses if you even could call it that. With her body still as close as possible to your heart you picked up your phone and called one of your closest friends. The person you desperately needed right now.

As soon as Walter had heard about what happened he told you that he was on his way. A brief half an hour later, in which you finally managed to put on some proper clothing, he stormed through the door to your flat and embraced you in a hug that was filled with the intention of squeezing all the broken pieces of your heart back together. You struggled not to burst into tears right away yet again as you buried your face in his soft, warm sweater.

“I’m so incredibly sorry.”, The Detective softly hummed as he caressed the back of your head with gentle strokes “I know what she means to you.”

“It’s…I…I can’t.” The words randomly spilled themselves out of your dry mouth.

“Shhhh….shh…I know, dear, I know.”

His broad arms held you tightly while you wished for all of this to just be a horrendous nightmare that would end any second but you knew better. You had felt that kind of pain before and it surely was nothing even the most painful nightmare could create. It was that one of a kind pain anyone would try to avoid but no one really could because it’s a part of life. It’s the inevitable pain of losing and having to let go.

After Walter held you for as long it took your chest to stop trembling with every breath you inhaled he took a small step back, wiping the few tears that had found their way out from under your eyes.

“Do you know what you want to do now?” His voice was calm yet laced with a layer of hurt as well.

Upon his question you nodded, slowly straightening yourself up.

“You know…”, You started answering, swiping loose strands of hair out of your face “I have this big flower pot here…. I thought we could buy the prettiest plant we can find and give her a proper farewell..”

“That’s a beautiful idea!” Walter nodded in approval, a soft, understanding smile lingering around his lips.

Although you had the plan set out inside your head it took all of your strength to actually put a pair of shoes on and make your way to the stores. Every step felt like walking through quicksand. Even though your body was set on functioning, the soul crushing ache of knowing why you were buying fresh soil and the most beautiful bright pink blooming bromeliad was already nagging at you from all sides.

The way back to your flat was even worse. Although it was not a long walk it seemed like forever. Crossing people that had no idea how you were holding on to dear sanity right now, rushing across the street between cars that seemed to be distant objects way out of your atmosphere. Yet eventually you made it.

Now sitting with dirt stained fingers in front of the place where your delicate, once shy to human touch tiny rat girl had found her eternal rest.

Walt took the seat across from you and handed you a glass of Single Malt he poured for each of you. You welcomed it with an acknowledging nod in his direction.

“Cheers to her and all the loved ones in our life!” He raised his glass to a toast.

“Cheers to her!” You repeated holding your glass up high as a new rush of tears bursted from your already burning and sore eyes.

You knew that your tears were something temporary, but that your love for her will be eternal.

[delicate-moon-princess]

A Word Like That

A Word Like That

Summary: Walter is shocked when you repeat something vulgar you overheard at work. Your naive innocence gets the detective excited, so he indulges you in your curious desires.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Innocent!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smutty content, first time handjobs, talk of blowjobs, reader is inexperienced, Walter is dirty and finds that erotic, Walter giving gentle dom vibe- Let me know if I forgot anything!

Word Count: 700ish

Any typos are my own!

A/N: (Reposting because Tumblr flagged the other one!) This was a prompt by @daybreak96 involving Walter, innocent!reader and BJs. Thank you for the ask, how did you know I have an innocence kink?! 🤭 Enjoy ❤️

*****

“What did you just say?” Walter blinked, gaping at you. He felt like he couldn’t believe his ears.

“Please, don’t make me say it again.” You huffed bashfully.

It took you enough courage to say it the first time. You pouted up at him as his eyebrows rose and he grinned, stupefied. He heard you, you know he did. 

“I want to hear you say it again.” He continued, stepping closer.

Your body quaked as he held your gaze. He wasn’t going to let you get away without saying it again. His shoulders squared, glancing at your lips with a smirk.

“I-I said… Can I please suck your cock?” You whispered quietly, your voice meek. He was silent for another moment. You shifted uncomfortably.

“Where did you learn a word like that?” He uttered in disbelief, tilting his head as you looked down finally. You sighed. That wasn’t what you hoped he was going to say.

“Don’t tease me.” You whined, squirming.

“I’m not teasing. I just never thought I’d hear those innocent lips of yours beg for something so dirty.” He cupped your cheek and made you look back at him. 

He was concerned about who was corrupting your innocent mind. Such vulgar language wasn’t in your normal vocabulary. Right now though, Walter was going to jump at the opportunity in front of him.

“It makes me hard. Want to feel?” He smirked when you blinked at him, taking your wrist in one hand. His other one got to work on the buttons of his jeans.

“Here. Feel how much I want you.” He grunted, shoving your fingers into the front of his pants.

You found out he was bare underneath as he pushed your hand up his length with the ball of his palm. Gasping, you wrapped your fingers around his swollen shaft and stroked upwards. Walter sucked in a breath, growling in your ear.

Cautiously, you explored him for the first time. He was big. Huge, really. That was supposed to fit in your mouth? How?

When you first overheard some of your coworkers talking about sucking on their boyfriends’ things, you were appalled. You had never heard of such a thing!

And then you got curious the more you overheard their conversation. Curious enough to ask Walter for it. They seemed to like taking it in their mouths. Why wouldn’t you?

“You don’t even know what you’re asking for, do you?” Walter chuckled and brought you out of your daydream.

You pouted, embarrassed as you stilled your hand. Truth to be, you weren’t completely sure what you asked of him. You were just repeating what you eavesdropped on. He clicked his tongue and  grinned at you, shifting your wrist so your fingers glided over the leaking tip.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Can’t you feel how much I want you? I’m almost making a mess in my jeans here.” He huffed under his breath, bucking into your hand. “Go ahead. Feel.” 

You gasped when a sticky fluid coated the pads of your digits. He hissed as you began to stroke him again, growling when you carefully rubbed your thumb over the weeping slit on the head of his cock.

This must be… What did the girls at work call it? Cum. Yes, that was it. According to them, the stuff didn’t taste half bad. Your mouth watered. Your bet was that Walter’s cum tasted amazing.

Everything about him was delicious. 

Squeezing his cock, you felt more of the sticky liquid leak out and seep into your hand. A soft moan escaped you, licking your lips as you threatened to drool. You needed to know what he tasted like.

Your whimper caught his attention. He looked at you, taking in the way you smacked your lips. It made him want to go feral, seeing you slobbering for his dick on your tongue. 

Instead of attacking you, he stroked your cheek with the back of his fingers. Walter took a deep breath to calm the beast inside him. He smiled slowly and leaned down to whisper in your ear, his length twitching in your palm.

“You’re drooling for it, aren’t you? Get down on your knees and I’ll give you a taste of what you’re so curious about, darling. Then, after I’ve pumped your pretty mouth full with my cock; you can tell me who taught you such a naughty word.”

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[scandinavianfairytale]

Wreckage

Pairing: Lieutenant! Walter Marshall x Reporter! Reader

Warnings: Violent protests, implied police brutality, bad language (one word), mentions of governmental corruption, implied hacking and leakage of information, mentioned obsession, implied future (if there will be another part) dark elements 😬

A/N: Yeah...this is not an easy fic...😬 so be warned I guess?

Walter observed the wreckage before him. The streets were completely wet from the water canon yet still there were several cars and dumpsters on fire. The wind was threatening to spread the fire further in the park, but the fire department was battling with that, thankfully. Sirens were blaring all around him, several people had to be taken to the hospital, two of his own men were injured as well when the protesters tore out the cobble stones and threw them at the armed police. The tear gas still persisted in the air making his eyes water and throat close up. The current estimate was 700 canisters of tear gas - he was still trying to wrap his head around that number.

"Fuck." He finally cursed out loud as he gazed upon the swarm of reporters that were coming his way for an interview. What was he to say?

"Lieutenant Marshall, any comments? Why was this protest met with so much force?" One reporter asked and shoved the microphone in his face.

"Lieutenant Marshall, any comments on the leakage of the current political corruption? How do you fit in that puzzle?" Another asked. His face was assaulted by at least 7 different microphones and too many questions, yet he only focused on you. You were standing behind everyone, smirking and twirling the mic in your hands.

"No comment at this time. We are still gathering information and I will respond to all questions later in the evening." Walter replied sternly and marched through the sea of reporters, glaring you down as he passed you.

Everyone did their live reports and filmed the aftermath of what was possibly the biggest and most violent protest the country has seen in years. You were returning to your van when you realized your pass was missing...and you knew exactly who had it.

"Lieutenant Marshall, may I have my pass back?" You tapped him on the shoulder. The big mountain of a man turned to face you, straightening up and crossing his arms before his chest, glaring at you. He was never your biggest fan and you loved pissing him off, mostly because he couldn't do a damn thing about it - it was always strictly professional and you were only doing your job. Who could really blame you?

"What makes you think I have your pass?"

"Because, unlike you, I don't lose things." Walter inhaled sharply, his nostrils flared and you had to suppress the smile that was threatening to crawl on your face. "So, why don't you let me do my job and I'll let you do yours."

"If you can even call what you do, doing your job." You added after a few seconds and smirked. He looked like he was just about ready to explode.

"I know it was you." Walter grumbled accusingly.

"Lieutenant Marshall, I have better things to do than to listen to your unfounded accusations or commit crimes like a vigilante." You glanced innocently back at him, making him grab your arm hard. That caught you by surprise, you really pushed the right button with this.

"You think this is a game? Do you know how many people got hurt?" He glared at you, his voice becoming harder as he spoke.

"Why would I think that? I'm here, doing my job, exactly what you should be doing, instead of harassing me." You challenged and tore your arm from him.

"And as far as the people who got hurt are concerned...keep in mind that there is a bigger goal at stake here. And that maybe you're not on the right side of things, because let me tell you...this is only the beginning." You whispered, your face now blank.

"So why don't you run along and be a puppet of our splendid government and try proving what you're trying to accuse us of. I dare you." You held your head high as you spoke and walked away from him, making him boil with anger.

As more and more things on the governmental corruption became public, more people began protesting and the more violent they became. Walter was using all resources he could get his hands on to prove what his gut was telling him - that you were behind everything. You became his obsession. He hated the fact that you always one-upped him, covering your tracks and always slipping through his fingers. It was driving him insane and closer to the darkness that was always lurking inside him.

You should've recognized that darkness. Maybe if you did you wouldn't have pushed him as far as you had...

Thank you for reading! 😊🙏

The GIFs are not mine - they belong to the amazing creators 🙏😊💙

This was dark 😬 and I really couldn't write this one longer...I'm more of a sunshine and rainbows kind of a "writer" and these kinds of topics really drain me...but it was something that was on my mind and didn't let go of me until I put pen to paper 😬

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Home For The Weekend

Gif not mine, found on Pinterest

Summary: after finally closing the case he’s been working on for weeks, Walter comes home to his equally exhausted wife. They decide to spend the weekend on the couch, cuddled up together and eating takeout.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x teacher! Reader

Warning: nothing really, fluff, tiiiny bit of angst if you squint maybe, implied nudity? (Walter takes a shower), also worth a warning that i’ve been pretty writer-blocked the last few months and am still not completely rid of it... also not beta’d all typos are mine, aaalso this is my first time writing for Walter and this is completely based on the very few soft moments we saw of him, especially his last scene

Not your thing? Don’t read it.

A/N: this is me committing to that one idea I had with Walter  trying to prove his wife’s innocence on a crime she’s wrongly accused of

Word count: 1750

Title: Home For The Weekend

You know the drill... Like, comment and reblog if you liked it❤️ Writers live off validation💕 Enjoy💗

Ugh, finally home, you think to yourself as you close the door behind you, slumping against it while you toe off your shoes and drop your purse. Shrugging off your coat, you walk over to the couch, eyeing it longingly before tossing your coat over the backrest and shuffling over to the kitchen, getting yourself a glass of water, eagerly gulping it down to wash away the stale taste of coffee from the school’s old machine. After setting the glass back down on the counter, you slowly make your way to the bedroom, finally allowing yourself to sit down and pause.

Two minutes, then you get up and look for some comfortable clothes you’d wear the entire weekend. But you don’t look in your closet. Oh no, you open the door to Walter’s and pull out a random sweater, tossing it onto the bed along with your yoga pants you carelessly discarded of yesterday. Yawning, you quickly change and just when you’re ready to fall onto your bed again, you hear your phone ringing… from inside your purse, still by the front door.

Groaning, you rush to answer it, but your mood brightens immediately when you see the caller ID.

“Hey, babe,” you squeal, plopping down on the couch.

You’re met with a chuckle on the other end of the line. “Hi, baby. Are you home already?”

“Uh-huh, just got here few minutes ago. What’s up? What’s so important that it couldn’t wait until you come home tonight?” you ask teasingly.

“Well, I’m on my way home right now,” Walter chuckles. Someone’s in a good mood, apparently. “Hey, did you, uh, have any plans for dinner today?”

“Nope, and I’m not going to cook. Work was a lot today, all I wanna do is curl up on the couch.”

“So take out it is?” you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Definitely. And now get off the phone, Detective Marshall, before I call the cops on you.”

“Good thing you’re already talking to the cops, Mrs. Marshall. I’ll see you at home, baby. Love you.”

“Love you too. Hurry up.”

With that, the line goes dead, leaving you to listen out for the deep rumble of his truck. The drive home from the station should take him about 15 minutes, if traffic allowed it. So you’d have to wait a bit. During that time, you had to force yourself not to go wandering around the house looking for food or falling asleep on the couch, exhaustion from the day paired with near to no time to eat while trying to discipline a bunch of seven-graders begging you to do both things at once. So, you preoccupy yourself with grading the last few remaining essays your students kept you from looking over in class.

The moment you hear Walter’s truck pull up in the driveway, you practically skip to the door with excitement, leaving your work spread out on the coffee table. All that matters right now is that your husband is home, and that not just for sleeping a couple hours before going back to the station. You rip the door open and throw your arms around his neck, holding him tightly until he hugs back. Still, he grumbles. As a homicide detective’s wife you should know better than opening the door without checking who’s there!

“This was dangerous. I could have been whoever. How many times do I have to te-?”

“I missed you, baby,” you mumble against his neck, cutting him off and pulling back to quickly peck his lips, stopping him from saying anything further. “Now come on, it’s cold.”

With you still in his arms, he takes step after step inside, making you walk backwards with him, until he can kick the door shut with his heel. Only then, he lets go of you to take off his jacket and shoes. You watch him, leaning against the wall.

“So…” you draw out the word, “This is more than just a few hours stay?”

“I’m done with the case,” Walter smiles at you, handing his heavy jacket to the rack, “You’ll have me for the whole weekend. C’mon.”

He takes your hand and goes into the living room. At one point, you let go to take a short trip over to the kitchen, getting your tired husband a glass of water as he slumps down on the couch.

“Thanks, baby,” he hums when you hand it to him. You just nod and sit next to him, squishing into his side.

“If I remember correctly you said something about takeout?” you smile, pulling out your phone.

“I did? I don’t remember,” Walter chuckles, setting down the glass in midst all your papers.

“You sure did. So, what will it be? Pizza? Burger? Tacos? Or maybe Chinese?”

“I don’t care, really, baby. You pick, I’ll go have a shower,” Walter groans, standing, lightly squeezing your knee as he gets up.

“Okay, Chinese it is,” you grin, turning on the couch to watch your husband rid of his gear. You’ve seen him do it many many times before, but something about him putting his gun, badge and handcuffs onto the kitchen counter always amazes you. But it’s the same every time: before you can figure out what exactly it is that makes you love that little ordinary thing he does, the moment is gone and Walter is already on his way to the bathroom.

Deciding not to dwell, your rumbling stomach making itself known, you open the site of your favorite Chinese place. You add your usual to the cart and then stare at the menu, your mind blank.

“Babe, what do you want?” you call over the running water when you peek your head into the bathroom.

“Where’re you ordering?” Walter calls back.

“Usual.”

“Alright. Uh… the broccoli beef, fried rice.”

“Mhmhh,” you hum, adding his order, “Anything else? Spring rolls or soup? Or both?”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

“Okay,” you call, adding some mini spring rolls and spicy chicken noodle soup to the cart.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you finish up your order and then go into the bedroom, getting out some comfy clothes for Walter to wear once he’s done showering. Settling on a tee and some sweatpants, you leave them on the toilet and throw his old clothes into the hamper. After that, you go to clean off the coffee table, sorting your papers and putting them back into the folder – to be corrected another time – and start laying the table. A little bit later, Walter comes out of the bathroom, fully dressed; his curls still damp, leaving little droplets on his tee. He joins you on the couch, pulling you onto his lap.

“I missed you, baby,” he mumbles into your neck before softly kissing the skin, his beard tickling, making you squirm in his arms and turn a little to face him.

“I missed you, too,” you breathe back and lean in to kiss him properly for the first time in days. The two of you practically melt into each other as your lips and tongues dance, time seeming to fall away.

The more you get lost, the more the doorbell startles you, indicating your food has arrived. Gently, Walter pushes you off his lap and gets up. While he’s busy paying and taking the food, you go over to the kitchen and pour each of you a glass of wine. As soon as the two of you are back on the couch, the feasting begins. You chat about your day, well, mostly you telling Walter about your day while he smiles and nods at everything you say. You chat about your plans for the weekend and come to the conclusion you’ll spend it holed up on the couch, watching TV. While you’re immersed telling Walter about how a colleague dumped all the organization for an upcoming field trip on you, your husband takes his chance to steal a spring roll off your plate. You stop mid-sentence.

“What?” you laugh and reach your chopsticks to steal a piece of broccoli of Walter’s plate, but he catches your wrist, giving you a playful smirk. “Hey! Not fair,” you huff.

“Is it?” Walter lets go of your wrist, picks up the chunk of broccoli you had been out for and brings it to your face. Rolling your eyes, you open your mouth, allowing him to drop it on your tongue. You continue eating, stealing or feeding each other bits of food here and there. When you’re done, you load everything in the dishwasher while Walter takes out the trash. After that you settle back on the couch, cuddled together, wrapped in a blanket, each of you equipped with a filled up glass of wine.

Walter turns on the TV and picks out a movie, holding you a little tighter , making you snuggle closer to his side. You rest your head on his shoulder and within the first 20 minutes of the movie, you’re fast asleep. Walter chuckles quietly at you, turns off the TV and carries you over into bed. He lies you down and climbs in behind you, holding you close with his nose buried in your hair.

Oh, how he had missed your scent that past week. He swears to himself he’d try to work regular hours, so he could spend more time with you. As he always does on Friday night. And every week again he’s faced with the reality that it just doesn’t work out. But this time he’d do it. For you. Even if it was just to watch you grade papers. Even if it was just to hear you chuckle at some mistake one of your students made. He’d try to be there for you. No, he will be there for you. Because you do the same for him, doing most work at school so you could spend the little time you had together completely focused on each other.

With one of his arms beneath your head, the other wrapped tightly around your middle, he pulls you close against his chest, and soon falls asleep to the feel of your small, warm body in his arms, the even rise and fall of your chest and the quiet sighs that leave your lips, letting him know you’re dreaming.

[believeitseeitdoit]

Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Good, Sweet Girl 

When the depression takes hold, Bucky is there to keep you from drowning

ANGST Soft dom/sub, depression TW, Anxiety TW

Back To School Night 

It’s school open house night, and Bucky saves the day in more ways than one

 FLUFF, Anxiety, foul language, maybe dom/sub suggestions if you squint really hard?

The Bed Issue 

The times Bucky chose not to acknowledge the unsuitable bed, and the time he finally addressed a big (small) problem                                                       

 FLUFF Arguing, cursing, hints of smut, feisty relationship, adorable?

Bucky Barnes x Reader  X Steve Rogers (Stucky)

A Defiled Uniform 

The boys find an innocent garment while packing your closet, and allow their unsavory desires to drive your first evening in a shared apartment            

SMUT, dom/sub tones, polyamorous, threesome, foul language, MFM, literally so much smut                                                                                                      

*if you do not feel comfortable reading things that have to do with a hint of religion, proceed with caution*

Legos and Language ***NEW****

The trio of lovers learns one of the toughest lessons of parenthood, their feet versus Legos 

FLUFF, slight hints of SMUT, foul language, domestic stucky, parent Steve and parent Bucky 

If Stucky isn't your jam, skip this one 

Sebastian Stan x Reader 

Sunday Surprises 

The first Sunday Night Football game of the season is always fun, but this one is going to be twice as special for you and Seb                                          

FLUFF, RPF, insinuated smut, mentions of hangovers and sickness, slightest puking mentions, pregnancy, adorable things                                                 

*this was my first posted fic, be nice to this one please… she’s my delicate flower fic*

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter/Nomis) x Reader 

Not So Innocent Evening

A quiet evening at home ends in your husband Walter pulling out his baser instincts to breed you… again…                                                                  

SMUT, FILTH, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, FLUFF, foul language

Natasha Romanoff x Reader 

Pride and Permission

Your Alpha reminds you who is in control, and when to accept the need for release. 

SMUT, Alpha/Beta/Omega AU, A/B/O dynamics, BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, domme!Nat, sub!reader, punishments, reference to knotting, DP, plugs, spanking, etc.

P&P part 2

Your punishment continues, followed by your pleasure.

SMUT, Alpha/Beta/Omega AU, A/B/O dynamics, BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, domme!Nat, sub!reader, punishments, knotting, DP, plugs, spanking, etc.

[angryschnauzer]

Full Mast - Part 2

Summary: Your idyllic life as a trophy wife of a rich lord is suddenly disturbed with the arrival of a pirate ship and a kidnapping that goes wrong... leaving you in the care of a band of pirates that seem to treat you better than your husband ever did.

Part 1, 

Fandoms: Henry Cavill, Sand Castle - Movie, Mission Impossible: Fallout, Night Hunter, Hellraiser Hellworld

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader, August Walker x Reader, Walter Marshall x Reader, Mikey (Hellraiser) x Reader.

A/N: This is a CRACK FIC. After a brief discussion with @nuggsmum about the cheap romance novels that you could find in the 80′s and 90′s, i called upon the awful storylines, plot holes, and general cheesyness of those books that walked so fanfiction could run. Read the warnings please.

Storyboard note: The only artwork i could find that was suitable to show a Henry-like character included the woman seen above. I tried to crop as much of her out as possible, the story itself does not describe the female reader at all.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (F Recieving), Blowjobs, Multiple Blowjobs, Multiple Partners, Implied Age Gap (but never confirmed). Pretty Poly Pirates.

Only the finest organic free range typos for me, allowed to run wild and free.

Full Mast part 2

Standing in the grand cabin you took in your surroundings; the large table that was half covered in maps, the scattered chests and crates, the large four poster bed with messy linens. You wondered if the Captain had many other women between those sheets, or whether he kept his liaisons to his time on shore. At the mere thought of the man that had just taken your innocence you felt your stomach clench and another wave of arousal coat your already soaked petals. 

A quiet knock at the door drew your attention, smiling when you saw Mikey come in pulling a large chest and setting it down in the middle of the room;

“So err… Captain says there should be some stuff in here that will be ok for you, so umm… help yourself Miss…”

“Thank you Mikey”

The young man must be at least 20 yet a blush covered his cheeks as you spoke to him, and with a nervous smile he nodded his head and left the room, half tripping on the rug as he did so before slamming the door shut.

Stripping out of your ruined clothing you saw a pitcher of water and a bowl on the side, using it to wash the Captain's seed from your thighs. Crossing the room in just your silk stockings you opened the chest and pulled out a number of items, gauging what would fit. Looking around you set the items onto the large bed, pulling the covers straight as you made your choice and a thought came to mind.

-

Sy stood outside his cabin, his hand hovering over the door handle. What had he gotten himself into? When he’d heard that his old friend Walter was having issues on the island, he’d set sail immediately and between the two of them and his right hand man Walter, they’d come up with a fool proof plan; kidnap the lord’s young trophy wife, demand not even a ransom - just what they were due, return her unharmed. Instead he ended up with another officer onboard, a woman on his ship that was said to bring bad luck, and the puzzle of what the hell to do with her now it had been made abundantly clear that her husband didn’t want her back. Taking a deep breath he entered the room, expecting the worst…

“Darlin?... Don’t be mad…”

He looked around the room, surprised that at first he wasn’t pelted with whatever wasn’t tied down, but when he couldn’t see you at all he frowned.

“Captain, over here…”

His jaw dropped when he saw you, kneeling on his bed, bare save for your stockings and a smile. Crossing the room he came to stand at the foot of the bed, licking his lips as his gaze traversed your naked body;

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes…I don’t know what i was expecting, but it wasn’t this…”

With a single finger he beconned you towards him, watching as you moved until you were up on your knees, his large hand at the back of your neck and you were kissing again, his glorious tongue exploring your mouth as your hands clung to his shirt. Deliberately falling back on the bed you pulled him with you, his mouth making its way to your breasts where he lavished each one with full mouthed kisses, his tongue laving over the hardened peaks before pressing a trail of kisses down your stomach before settled at the apex of your thighs;

“Gotta be the prettiest little Puss i’ve seen in a long time, bet you’re as sweet as a peach too…”

His tongue swiped a wide path through your folds, your fingers clawing at the sheets as his beard tickled you and he did to you things you’d only read about in the secretive books that were hidden in the depths of your husbands library.

“Oh Captain!” you gasped as his tongue dived into your soaked entrance, his nose rubbing at your sensitive clit and you could feel your stomach tightening with anticipation of the inevitable. Seemingly in no need of air he continued to work the thick muscle inside of you, driving you closer and closer to the pinnacle of pleasure until the point of no return was met and you came with a cry, your legs clamping around his head. 

Finally he pulled himself free of your grasp, climbing up the bed until he was nestled between your thighs, his hardness pressing against your soaked core. Holding himself up on his strong arms he looked down at you beneath him;

“This time i’m gonna take my time and savour it…”

Your hands found their way to his breeches, unbuttoning him and gasping as his hot flesh sprung into your palm, heavy and weeping with need you guided him to your entrance. As he plunged into your depths the world seemed to fade around you; you’d had a taste of heaven and now you wanted more;

“You’re so big…”

“You want me to slow down Darlin?”

“No! It feels… so good…”

With practiced skill he rocked into you, slow but rough thrusts that had his length hitting a spot deep inside you’d had no idea that existed. The man had probably fucked his way around half of the Carribean but for a barely touched blossom as yourself he cherished the way your petals opened around him. 

He continued to fuck you closer and closer to orgasm, feeling your body tighten around him and tremble, he slid a hand between your bodies and rubbed at your sensitive pearl, a grin spreading across his face as you came again with a shout of his rank;

“That’s a good girl, so fucking good… almost there…”

He quickly pulled out and spilled his seed over your stomach, watching as rope after rope of his creamy seed patterned your body, before he fell to your side, his chest heaving. Covering his eyes he let out a shaky breath;

“What the fuck have i gotten myself into…” He peeped out from between his fingers, smiling at you before pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, finally resting his forehead against yours; “Wait there a moment Darlin, i’ll get you cleaned up”

-

You’d dressed in front of your Captain, watching how he admired your choices from where he sat at the long table;

“Wasn’t expecting you to go for breeches…” he commented as you fastened the half length velvet garment, your stockings beneath the knee length trousers. A loose shirt with a wide leather belt fastening it at your waist was the only other garment you put on, standing in front of him and doing a little twirl; “Very nice… and practical”

“I spent ten years of my childhood aboard spice ships, running up ladders and rigging in skirts was a recipe for disaster.”

You crossed the room and sat across his lap;

“So, how is this going to work? You gonna drop me at the next port, leave me to my own devices? Wait until we’re in shark infested waters and throw me overboard?”

“What? Now why would i do that to a pretty little thing like you?”

“Well I know you didn’t end up with the outcome you were hoping for, and now you’re stuck with a ransomee that isn’t due any ransom”

He let out a sigh;

“I wouldn’t do that… it ain’t your fault your husband had the balls of a eunuch. No, i’m sure we can find a use for you, even if it’s just warming my bed… did you have an education?”

“Of sorts. Whenever we docked in Grace Bay i’d see a governess. I can speak spanish, french, and italian” you nodded to the maps spread over the table; “... and i can chart courses and know the currents of the Indies better than anyone that ever sailed on the spice route” 

You gently stroked his beard;

“So Captain, what do you want me to do?”

“All of the above and more…” he stroked your cheek; “I won’t always be able to please you in bed, and from the signs of it you’ve got quite a carnal appetite...So, firstly you can call me Sy when its just us or the officers. When we’re on deck it’s Captain like everyone else. Secondly, if you want it, my officers could do with a bedmate, if you don’t mind sharing?”

Your eyebrows shot up so far you were surprised they didn’t meet your hair;

“Share me with your officers? Who…”

“There’s the Constable - who you’ll know from town - Walter Marshall, and the Armoury Officer - August Walker, and you’ve met Michael, he’s first mate”

“O-Okay”

“You’re alright with that?”

Stroking his beard you leant forwards and kissed him;

“Yes, yes I am. I’ve always wanted a little more adventure in my life, and now here it is”

“Well, you can be the one to decide when you want to go to the others, i’ll leave that move to you… i wont say anything yet”

“Thank you Sy, let's tell them Friday night. You can tell them.”

“Anything for my little Rose” he pressed his face to your neck and inhaled; “Still smell as sweet as that rose garden…”

“You can call me Rose if you like?”

“A new name for a new start?”

“Something like that” you grinned at him.

-

You’d spent four nights in the arms of Sy, some nights just falling asleep in each others arms, other’s you would fuck until dawn. That particular morning you’d taken him in your mouth and he’d taught you how to suck a man, working your tongue and lips over his hot flesh until he’d flooded your mouth with his thick salty seed. He’d held your jaw as he finished;

“Now be a good girl and swallow it”

You gulped down the mouthful before smiling;

“Tasty”

With a laugh he kissed you, before giving your naked ass a cheeky spank as he rolled out of bed;

“You gonna join me on deck?”

You stretched and sighed;

“I’m gonna try and find that earring i dropped when you had me bent over the table last night…”

-

Sy entered his cabin just as the ship’s cook was leaving, nodding to the meal he’d set out;

“Creole Stew tonight Cap’n, bread and ale like always”

“Thanks. Have you seen Rose?”

“No Sir”

Nodding Sy entered his cabin with a weary sigh, it had been a long day and all he really wanted to do was crawl into bed to sleep, grateful it was Friday which meant August took early watch on deck the next day, but he had dinner with the other officers and he hadn’t seen you for the last few hours, last he knew you were still on the hunt for your lost earring. Leaving the door ajar he sat at the table and started to eat, moments later Walter and August joining him.

“Where’s the others?” Walter asked as he sat, helping himself to a large chunk of bread

“Mikey is in the crows nest, he’ll be down shortly” August confirmed; “Haven’t seen Rose for a while though”

“Rose?”

“Sy’s bit of fluff. Decided as its a new start onboard she may as well choose a new name. Apparently its because Sy say’s she smells of Roses”

Walter snorted out a low laugh;

“She’s gonna be smelling of Sy sooner or later”

Sy listened to his two oldest friends banter back and forth, unaware of the surprise he was about to get. Hearing quick footfalls coming along the corridor he looked up to see Mikey at the doorway just as two soft hands pressed to his thighs from beneath the table. He nodded to Mikey to take a seat, before leaning back and peering down to his lap, hiding his surprise when he saw you on your knees beneath the table, hidden from the view of the rest of the party by the many overhanging maps and the low candle light.

Grabbing a chunk of bread he stayed leaning back but parted his thighs wide, wide enough to allow you to unfasten him and pump his hardening length and slip him into your mouth.

“Dig in boys, its gonna be a spicy meal tonight!”

As you worked quickly with your new found skills, sucking on the bulbous head as you fondled his heavy ballsack with your free hand, working quickly and silently as the men above you talked amongst themselves. You could feel Sy’s leg start to tremble, his hand sliding beneath the table to hold your head in place, and as you relaxed your jaw you felt his hot seed flood your mouth.

“WOO!” he exclaimed above you; “This stew is HOT!”

He took a deep breath and slapped his hand on the table with a laugh, before you tucked him carefully back into his breeches and you continued with your plan.

“Sy, we need to consider restocking the armoury” August started; “Scuttling the boats used up a lot of ammunitionnnnnnnnn”

Sy looked up and smirked, August looking at him wide eyed but recovering quickly, clearing his throat;

“Anyway as i was saying… umm... wow, the stew… the spice really hits after a while doesn’t it…”

August scrunched his face and rested his hand on his fist, before grabbing his tankard of ale and taking a large gulp, some of it spilling from the sides of his mouth as he spluttered on the liquid that did only a little to hide the groan. Sy shovelled another mouthful of stew into his mouth to hide his grin as August sat back in his chair, a half glare on his face. 

Walter frowned at both of the older men;

“I have no idea what you two are on about, this stew is fine”

August wiped the slight sheen of sweat from his brow, before finally sitting straight and digging back into his meal;

“Walt, just wait, it takes a while to hit you but when it does… ooooh boy it takes your breath away”

The big bear of a man frowned and shovelled another mouthful in, before his eyes went wide. Swallowing awkwardly he nodded, shifting in his seat;

“Oh… oh yeah… its hitting… wow, its a good burn, ya know…” taking a leaf out of August’s book he grabbed his tankard, taking a gulp as he fidgeted in his seat, both Sy and August doing poor jobs of hiding their smirks, whereas Mikey was sat at the far end of the table without the slightest clue as to what was going on;

“Seriously? You guys must be getting old, this stew ain’t spicy”

Sy raised his tankard to his son and grinned;

“Just wait, it’ll hit ya… anyway, i got an announcement to make”

The three other men looked at Sy, Walter’s gaze faltering now and again as his focal point seemed to change, but he shifted in his seat and leaned his elbow against the armrest of his chair, his hand sliding beneath the table as he muttered about ‘cramp’, when in fact his large hand was holding your head in place as he pushed deeper into your throat. Sy cleared his throat and continued;

“We all know the events at the island did not go to plan. We’re down on funds and supplies, and we’ve increased the crew numbers with those that helped with the land mutiny… we’ve also of course got Rose to consider, she never asked for any of this, but we have come up with a solution of sorts”

“I think i might know what that solution could be” Walter panted out, his face contorting into something that resembled a grimace as he muttered about spiciness and cramps again before with a sigh a smile spread across his face; “Ooooh that’s it… the cramps are going…”

“Anyway” Sy interjected with a wry smile; “Rose can speak numerous languages, can read and chart maps, she’s probably the best educated of everyone on the ship”

Just then Mikey squeaked and jumped in his chair, a thud sounding beneath the table;

“S-s-sorry... my knee hit the table”

Sy nodded with a smile;

“No problem Son, carry on. So Rose will also be here for other duties, but only for the officers at this table tonight” he paused; “And i think you all now know what those duties will be”

August nodded as he eagerly mopped up the last remaining morsels of his stew with a chunk of bread;

“That sounds a fucking brilliant idea Sy. She has the greatest tits...” at that moment Mikey let out a groan and his head thudded against the high back of his chair; “... and i think we all now know she’s got a fucking brilliant mouth on her”

There was little point in denying what had just happened, the very fact it was still going on and Mikey had so little control of his reactions as you were sucking his meaty dick, having just done the same to the other three men in the room from the darkness under the table. In fact the three older men started to chat away candidly as you lavished Mikey’s beautiful cock with your tongue, before taking him in hand to move your mouth down to his tight ballsack to suck on the warm globes. His athletic thighs had parted enough for you to get much closer than you had done with the other three men - all of whom had thighs that could crush a coconut - and it meant that the top of your head could now be seen in his lap by the other men.

“Grab her hair Mikey” August shouted from behind his refilled tankard; “Get deep down in her throat, its fucking amazing, feels like she’ll suck your soul out of your dick”

You felt Mikey's hands curl into your hair, holding your head in place as he started to rock his hips up, filling your mouth and throat. Gripping hard to his thighs you could feel him start to tremble, preparing yourself for the flood of seed and as he came with a cry, looking down at you as you stared back with wide innocent eyes that completely ruined him. 

Finally he released his grip on you, and as you looked down you smiled at what came into view. Seconds later you were climbing out from beneath the table, turning to smile at the rest of the men as you fastened the earring to your lobe;

“Look Sy, i found my earring!”

Walking around the table you took the tankard of ale that August held out for you with a smile, before sitting across Sy’s lap;

“I think they like the idea”

Sy looked at the men around the table, his trusted friends and family and smiled;

“I think they do, my sweet Rose”

He clinked his tankard to yours and you both drank, the joyous laughter filling the room as the night continued.

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[littlefreya]

Hi Freya, if you have time, can you please link some shitpost/funny or sweet stories you wrote? I had a very stressful week at work and I'm so tired. I am thinking of taking a day off for my mental health and in the meantime unwind with your stories and a nice cup of tea :)

Hey lovely 🖤🖤 I am sorry you had a stressful week. I hope that the weekend will allow you some time to unwind. Here is some silliness I wrote to help

RPF - Henry Cavill

Snow Figures - Henry x Reader (fluff) Henry likes to build snow dicks to make you laugh. 

Vanilla Milkshake - Henry x OFC (fluff, friends to lovers, sexual innuendo, mild seduction, sex talk, an unwanted boner, Henry being a boomer, Henry having a meltdown. )  Henry and a long time friend hangout at their usual spot when things turn chaotic because of an innocent misunderstanding…

Raspberries - Henry x Reader (Pure fluffy romance, slightly erotic vibes) Henry is a big fluffy bear who likes to take his time. He wants to get to know you before having sex for the first time.

A creepy Surprise - Henry x Reader (Fluff though suggestive)  Henry forget to take off his Witcher costume while results in some unfortunate panic

Scruffy Kisses - Henry x Reader (Fluffy Fluff) You come home crying after a terrible week and Henry is trying to cheer you up with a little surprise.

The Baker of Blavikan - Henry x OFC (Fluffy romance) Waking up in the morning to find Henry gone from bed and some obscure situation happening in the kitchen

Kal watching Henry when he is trying to get it on Henry x Reader (fluff, suggestive)

Can I pet your titties? 

Some random memes I made

Captain Syverson

Buns in the Oven - Captain Syverson x reader (Pure fluff) Sy has hidden clingy tendencies and he is very much afraid to admit it until one night has one drink too many and all his secrets are exposed.

Knockers - Captain Syverson x Reader (Fluffy, Suggestive, slapping man titties) You found a new way to provoke the Captain

A valid argument - Shaving off the Captain’s beard

August Walker

Something Wicked - August Walker x Reader (Fluff) August sleeps tightly, and you decide to exploit the situation.

Boomer Walker

Always Sunny in Philidelphia meets August Walker

August joined the CIA for the wrong reasons

Walter Marshall

Santa Baby - Walter x Reaser (Fluff, a tad suggesting)  For over a decade, detective Walter Marshall kept a dirty little secret, thinking no one would ever find out about his past. Sadly for him, you are somewhat of a detective yourself.

Walter with a man flu

Multi character headcanons

Henry’s characters as supernatural beings  

Henry’s characters daughter dating reaction 

Henry’s characters reacting to their girl being tattooed 

Henry’s characters accidentally walk into the room while you are changing your clothes :O 

What pets do they have? 

How do they react to you stabbing your toe on the corner 

Characters and their ice cream flavour

Characters and their cars

Ghost hunting crew

When he sees you drinking an energy drink 

The men referring to their “junk” 

What attire do they sleep in?

Incorrect subtitles gifs

Naughty Clark 1

Naughty Clark 2

Naughty Clark 3

Food dilemma

August on a mission

August being inappropriate

August being inappropriate again

August being August

Lane mocking August

Clark on breeding mode

Sassy Sherlock

Sassy Sherlock 2

Sassy Clark

[imnotwolverine]

Wolfie’s Fic Recs | Anguish and Angst

ANGUISH AND ANGST FICS - Ready for some tear jerkers? Not-so-sweet dreams are made of these fics, so get your tissues and comfort blanket ready. 

🖐 WARNING: NSFW + anxiety inducing content beneath the cut 🖐

Break-ups & Heartbreak

@emyearns probably knows exactly what my first breakup looked like, because.. *ugly cries*. Get your tissues ready for Ghost Of You. [Mike x reader]

August sees the one who got away in No More Tears by @littlefreya [August Walker x OFC] - And I love-love-love that this is written from August’s POV! ❤️

Wearing a man’s sweater gets a whole different meaning after reading this heartbreaking fic by @emyearns. Coffee and Ink [Walter x OFC] 

Ready for some songfic breakup sadness? #11 Captain Sy by @onlyhenrys [Syverson x reader]

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Unrequited Love

Sy’s being a fool and he realises it too late. Soldier On by me. [Syverson x reader]

Henry’s a dick in this one. And you simply had Enough of always being there at the ready as his best friend. By @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x reader]

Would you walk out that door? This angsty prompt’s got you all kinds of frustrated. By @onlyhenrys

I wasn’t sure whether to place this here. But a child’s love is love too. Geralt secretly watches a family have a picnic and the kid is apparently not afraid of monsters. Highway to Hell by @wendimydarling [Geralt of Rivia] 

Let’s take a little bit of a breather with a mildly angsty, but mostly very fluffy fic of friends-taking-way-too-fucking-long-to-become-lovers. Stolen Kisses by @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x OFC]

This fic is probably the pinnacle of unrequited love; it’s got slow-burn, angst-turns-fluff-in-the-end and Henry being an utter fool in the love department. (Ps. I haven’t completely caught up with this fic, so NO SPOILERS IN THE COMMENTS DAMNIT!)  Chances by @foodieforthoughts [Henry Cavill x OFC]

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Nightmares & PTSD

If you want angsty dreams followed by hot, craving smut; Stay and read this fic. By me [Henry Cavill x reader]

Waking up in a hospital bed with a strange man beside you. It’s a setup I wish was a full length fic, but alas..Short but mighty. Emotion challenge - Anxious by @onlyhenrys [Walter Marshall + reader]

Nightmares wake August, but you're there to guard him when the storms outside and in get too dark. Prompt with August by @onlyhenrys [August Walker x reader]

More nightmares are kept at bay in this gorgeous little fic by @littlefreya. Angel Can You Hold Me [August Walker x OFC]

More nightmare-having bulky dudes? Marshall’s life isn’t all roses and sunshine, even when he’s caught a pretty thing in his bed. Can’t You Stay A Little Longer by @onlyhenrys [Walter Marshall x reader]

The more cutting the hurt of your past, the harder it is to open up to new people. Henry has walked on eggshells, but now finally wants to know what’s up. And if words can’t form on lips, perhaps they can..on fingertips. Please Don’t Leave Me by @wendimydarling [Henry Cavill x reader]

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It’s a Hard Knock Life

I can’t be the only LotR-nerd who got elf!Geralt vibes when watching the Witcher. So let me give you some impossible love, anguish and Middle Earth hardships in When In Dreams [elf!Geralt x human!OFC] 

You’re not sure whether Charles will return, so the last few hours with him are Sad indeed. By @onlyhenrys [Charles Brandon x reader]

We’re all having a hard knock life with the pandemic going on. So let Marshall give you some sweet care in Pandemic Anxieties by @promptandpros [Walter Marshall x reader]

Between the lines of smoking hot Superman sex, you’ll feel bad for him. Because as morning comes, life goes on. Alone. On the road. Where he hopes he’ll find yet another hot shower and a bed for the night. Convenience by @wendimydarling [Clark Kent x OFC]

Had a bad day? Henry will give you clear instructions on how to relax in: Your Voice by @peachyvulpixie [Henry Cavill x reader]

You play with the locket to your heart when Walter returns, gunpowder in the air. Despite your anniversary and all things good, you just know something’s up with him. Unnamed Marshall piece by @writernerd23 [Walter Marshall x reader]

Falling Again follows struggling AU!Henry dad as the bills keep piling and life just won’t feel the way it did when his wife was still around. By @deathonyourtongue​ [AU!Henry Cavill] 

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Depression & Body Consciousness 

Depression is a bitch, but Henry isn’t. When Words Fail, he’s there. By @princess-of-riviaa [Henry Cavill x reader]

Failing to conceive is painful, terrible, heartbreaking. And unfortunately not even the big bear can’t make it better. Feeling Challenge: Sad by @meowpurrbooks [Henry Cavill x reader]

More conceiving sadness is there in Negative, by @oddduckthatgirl -- some Christmasses just truly suck. [Henry Cavill x reader]

The loss of your husband still crushes you and his best friend, Syverson, even a year after his passing. Get your tissues ready, because this is one big ol’ tearjerker; A Soldier’s Heart by @onlyhenrys [late husband x reader + Captain Syverson]

You feel like the new life within you is the last thing Napoleon wants in his life. A Mistake by @coloraturadiva [Napoleon Solo x reader]

Good love is accepting that change is part of life. And loving one-self is often the hardest, especially when those changes seem to pry you apart from Henry. Comfort by @promptandpros [Henry Cavill x reader]

An insecure woman meets a man in the club. But this man’s not like the others, not one bit. Unexpected by @nuggsmum​ [August Walker x OFC]

Sometimes even burrito blankets can’t give you comfort. Nor your favourite show, nor anything really. Depression truly is a bitch, especially when Henry’s away. Stuck In Your Head by @inlovewithhisblueeyes [Henry Cavill x reader]

Faye’s text messages in this fic still crack me up every time, though they sure make for a stark contrast to the burned latkes and big tear fest -- it’s a good thing Marshall is a big fluffy care bear. The Great Jewish Cook-off by @inlovewithhisblueeyes [Walter Marshall x reader]

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Corruption & Death

Walking on woodland trails you find something naive to Corrupt. By @emyearns. [angel!Mike x reader]

August has died many deaths, but still he craves One More Time - just so he can be with her. By @thetaoofzoe [August Walker x OFC] 

Our great master of angst and death suffers, and makes the world suffer, once more. There Cannot Be Peace by @killjoy-assbutt-1112 [August Walker x reader]

Okay, so this one’s on AO3, but I’ve loved it ever since first reading it. Geralt hears of Jaskier’s death and realizes a thing or two as he tries to come to terms with it all. It’s Like I’ve Gone Off To The Coast by adhdbuck [Geralt + Jaskier] 

Napoleon finds himself in a hospital, not sure what to feel as he waits for doctors to give him news. The News. Any news. Grief by @promptandpros [Napoleon Solo x OFC]

The king of corruption is defiling an angel without wings in Black Tears, by @littlefreya [August Walker x OFC]

When death comes knocking, Geralt realises his annoying bard isn’t one he wants to lose. Did You Mean It by @thecomfortofoldstorries​ [Geralt x Jaskier]

Sometimes good things come to an end, but Henry just doesn’t want it. Not even when the doctors are losing hope. The Call: Irresistible You by @angrythingstarlight [Henry Cavill x OFC]

August Walker is the perfect kind of nightmare material. Especially in this terribly hot angsty smut piece by @hope-to-hell: Dream State [August Walker x reader]

This gorgeous impressionistic piece includes raspberry mousse, blood, scarred hands and August Walker. Into The Storm by @hope-to-hell [August Walker x OFC]

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( Fan art by me 😊)

[keanureevesisbae]

Henry Cavill/Walter Marshall/Captain Syverson/August Walker x fem!reader

Summary: How Henry and his characters would celebrate your birthday.

Wordcount: 1.1k

Warnings: implications of sex, but it's nothing major

A/N: Today is my birthday and because I'm spending it single again, I envisioned how Henry and his characters would be on my birthday! 😘

December 15th - the most wonderful time of the year. Screw Christmas, forget New Years Eve. December 15th is the most important day of the year.

Why you ask? Well, it’s your birthday!

While you pretended to be “hmm” about it, deep inside you had all the jitters, all the butterflies leading up to your birthday. It had always been like this, but this year was different:

You had a boyfriend and you are gonna spend the entirety of the day with him.

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Henry

Henry instantly fell for you, however when you told him you loved gaming, he turned into a total simp for you. He found a girl who loved gaming? Jackpot!

However, he quickly discovered the games you were into, weren’t quite up his alley. Stuff like Style Boutique on your Nintendo DS, Animal Crossing on your Switch and Mario Kart on your Wii. However, this did give you the opportunity to game separately together—you on your device, sitting on his lap as he played his game.

It was a win win situation.

Knowing however that these games had taken over your life, he knew how to surprise you on your birthday.

The fun thing with being famous is he can use his name to almost get anything. He barely uses it, but for you? He could at least try his best. He got his assistant contact Nintendo’s head quarters and after they verified it was indeed the Henry Cavill calling, he boldly asked when the new Style Boutique game would come out, because you kept whining about desperately wanting Nintendo to come out with a new game.

Turns out, there was a team already working on it and it would come out around one month after your birthday. After pulling some strings, he got it for you on your birthday, whilst you were desperately waiting for the release date on January fifteenth.

‘Here you go, love,’ he said. ‘I hope you enjoy.’

‘Really? Another gift?’ you laughed. ‘You already spoiled me tons.’

‘I know, I know, but I swear you’re really gonna love this.’

When you ripped off the paper, your eyes widened. ‘What the hell is this? I thought the release date was in January?’

‘It is for the rest of the world,’ Henry chuckled, ‘but I pulled some strings and made sure you get it. On one condition: you don’t talk about it, until after January fifteenth.’

‘That is doable. Oh my, I can’t believe this!’ you squealed.

While Henry had planned a whole day of you going to have some of your favorite coffee at your favorite cafe, wandering around, you were curled up on the couch, a wide grin plastered on your face as you were invested in the imaginary world you so adored.

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Walter

Mister Grumpy almost forgot your birthday, however you were so excited about your own birthday, you had put it into his calendar and he thanked the heavens you did. He had no idea what to buy you, but then he decided to take you on a shopping spree, getting you everything your heart desired.

And boy did he regret it. Why didn’t he just tell you to shop, while he gave you his credit card? But now he is in the gazillionth store, carrying the bags filled with clothes and he is bored out of his mind.

Could this take any longer?

‘Walter, honey, could you help me out?’ you asked him.

He carefully slid aside the curtain, only to reveal you in a very sexy lingerie set. He cleared his throat, feeling his blood flow go to the place he does not want it to go right now. ‘What do you need my help for?’

‘Approval,’ you said, batting your eyes so innocently. ‘You like it?’

‘I love it,’ he nearly growled. ‘Okay, baby, we’re buying this and then we go home. Have a little bit of birthday sex.’

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Syverson

You drove a piece of junk. The amounts of times you had called him because it broke down, wasn’t countable on two hands. So, Sy decided to buy you a car and not just a car.

A truck.

There is not a possibility of Sy’s girlfriend driving anything but a truck. It pained him so much he had to see you drive that crappy car. He had spend so many days, if not weeks trying to find the perfect truck for you.

And hopefully he succeeded.

‘Sy, I’m scared,’ you said, as he covered your eyes as he walked behind you.

‘Like I’m ever gonna let anything happen to you,’ he scoffed, before he held one of his hands in front of your eyes, as he wrapped the other one around your waist, hoisting you up as he stepped off the stairs of your porch.

‘What’s happening?’ you squealed.

Sy placed you on your feet and asked: ‘Ready?’

‘I was born ready!’

He removed his hands from your eyes and you let out a loud scream.

‘Is that beautiful truck mine?’

‘It is yours, because my girl needed an upgrade. Wanna take it for a drive?’

‘Well yeah, duh,’ you said.

After you got into the light blue truck and you started up, you asked if he had a place in mind.

‘Oh, do I have a place in mind, baby,’ he chuckled. ‘It’s nice and quiet and I know for a fact no one is gonna interrupt us there.’

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August

‘What’s this?’ you asked your slightly impatient boyfriend, who pushed an envelope in your hands.

‘Your gift.’

You shook it. ‘It doesn’t make any sound,’ you said, trying to push your disappointment away. Maybe you made a much bigger deal about it in your head. Besides, you knew August, he was never the affectionate type when it came to gifts. Sure, he told you he loved you, protected you with everything he had, however gifts and him were… not the best combination.

So, you could’ve and should’ve seen this coming.

You opened the envelope and saw there were multiple coupons in it. The bastard cut out coupons from the newspaper, so you could buy something less expensive? When you were about to make a big stink about it, your eyes landed on his own name, written on the paper with his own questionable handwriting.

‘What is it?’ you asked him.

‘Your gift,’ he deadpanned again. When he saw your annoyed look, he smirked. ‘These are coupons only valid for today.’ He wrapped his thick arm around your shoulders. ‘Breakfast at your favorite cafe,’ he read, ‘a tour through that museum you keep wanting to go to, we’re going rollerblading.’

‘Rollerblading?’ you squeal. ‘I thought you didn’t want to do that?’

‘That’s why it’s only valid for today.’

You read through the rest. Going to the cat cafe, dinner at your favorite restaurant and… ‘What does this one mean?’ you ask, holding up the one where it only says: AUGUST.

‘This is a special one,’ he says. ‘You have access to me at any time of this entire week, for special sexual favors.’

You rolled your eyes, but then you laughed. ‘Okay, I’d like to use this one right now. We could always go for a brunch, instead of a breakfast.’

He threw you over his shoulder, patting your ample behind a few times. ‘Let’s get you your first gift, birthday girl.’

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