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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 1 year

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In all fairness...

A/N: Yeah, this isn't beta'd. Or even glanced over a second time. English isn't my native language so don't draw and quarter me over a couple of mistakes, I beg thee, oh Lordship.

Someone had the audacity to put this completely relatable little sentence on this hellsite. And then I wrote this. I couldn't help myself and I'm not apologizing. xoxo ❤️

Pairing: Walter Marshall x reader (you)

Summary: It's date night, and you found the perfect outfit... In hindsight it may have been a little too perfect.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, 18+, MINORS DNI, very impatient Marshall who has a thing for fishnets, light bondage, light daddy kink, unsafe sex (be smarter, folks!), use of pet names, creampie, manhandling, oral (m receiving), facial, ehh... hmu when I missed something.

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You look at yourself in the mirror one more time, a little unsure of your outfit. The skirt is going to be a hit – you’ve worn it before, he loved it. The same goes for the blouse and the underwear you have on. But the tights… Somehow, every last pair you own is either in the laundry or has sustained serious damage in obvious places. This’ll have to do. One last touch-up on your red lipstick and you’re good to go.

“Hey, ready for din…” Your unsmiling, 6 feet tall, 200 something pounds of muscle boyfriend sure looks cute when his mouth falls open like that.

“More than ready,” you reply coyly – as if you care about dinner. Then again, it has been a while since you’ve been out on an actual date, because his work interfered with that the past three or so times. You know he feels guilty; he always does. Sometimes he wonders if he should let work slide more often, so he could stay with you, but you always assure him it’s okay, and you always mean it. His job is important. This time, to apologise to you, he’s made reservations at your favourite restaurant. There is one problem, and that is that your man seems in no way inclined to walk you to the car.

“Babe, we’ll be late.” You try to push him away from the door but – of course – he won’t budge. He’s twice your size, what the hell did you expect?

“We’ll order something.” And with those words, he steps into your apartment and slams the door shut behind him. His hands are heavy on your hips, pushing you back into the wall opposite your front door, face inching closer to yours with every passing second. At the last moment, you turn your face away from his, earning you a low growl that seems to vibrate through your entire body. Within a split second your world is turned upside down – quite literally, because he throws you over his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom as if you weigh nothing, landing his hands firmly on your arse a few times. You shriek at the impact.

“Are you going to behave tonight?” He asks as he throws you onto the bed. You love seeing him like this, arms crossed, standing over you all tall and broad and threatening. Without thinking, you let your legs fall open until a large hand appears on each knee to push them back together. “I guess not, then.”

You lick your lips as he fumbles with the buckle of his belt before he pulls it from the loops and – to your surprise – uses it to strap your thighs together.

“Knees.” It very much isn’t a question. You would have been more than happy to oblige, but his hand was already wrapped around your upper arm, hauling you off the bed and dragging you onto your knees on the floor. It’s almost reflexive, the way you reach your hands up to unbutton his jeans. Even the thick fabric can’t hide the size of the equipment beneath it. He’s so big you can’t wrap your fingers around him, and two hands aren’t enough to cover his full length. Apparently, you’re not fast enough for Marshall’s liking tonight because before you free his cock from his pants, he’s already impatiently tapping the tip against your lips. Your tongue darts out to taste the precum he’s spreading on your lips, teasing the head of his cock in the process. When your look up at him, he’s looking back at you, with one eyebrow raised, telling you very clearly that he won’t appreciate an attitude tonight. As much as you’d love to see him make good on all those non-verbal threats in his eyes, your lips part and you take head into your mouth. Somehow, every remnant of your signature bratty attitude disappears when you’re sucking dick, and from the way Marshall looks at you, you can tell that he knows.

“Good girl,” he growls when you take him deeper and deeper. Your fingers desperately try to wriggle their way between your thighs to relieve some of the growing ache there, but because your legs are strapped together, you can’t reach. A pitiful whine escapes your throat and Marshall chuckles at the sound.

“Serves you right,” he says with a devious laugh, “fucking cock tease.” You’re barely an inch away from having all of him stuffed down your throat. It takes a few more slow, steady strokes until your nose is pressed against him. It always feels like a victory, especially when he’s standing over you, moaning like he’s losing his mind and visibly trying everything within his power to stand still. This time, it’s him who pulls away to return to more shallow strokes to pull him over the finish line.

“Open.” Again, not a request. You can tell he relishes the sight of you on your knees in front of him, mouth open and tongue out, waiting… Most of his cum ends up on your tongue, and you swallow all of it while keeping your eyes locked on his. He’s biting his lip, letting you know just how much he’s loving this. When he pulls you off the ground again – only far enough to turn you around and bend you over the edge of the bed – you can no longer ignore the mess between your legs. Since you found out that you couldn’t reach down to help yourself, you’ve been doing everything you can to tune out that aching feeling, but the accidental friction from Marshall’s manhandling allows the sensation to wriggle its way back to the front of your mind. A few quick slaps against your arse surely don’t make things better. For a moment, you’re hopeful that he’ll be kind to you, that giving him his means he’ll give you yours, but you know him better than that. Something you did tonight annoyed him – or rather; turned him on so much that he decided he couldn’t wait to have you until after dinner – and he’s going to use you until he feels you’ve made up for that mistake. You wouldn’t be with him if you liked it any other way. The sudden feeling of the chilly air in the room on your behind drag you back to reality. Marshall has shoved your skirt out of the way and his hands are kneading the flesh of your ass. Tenaciously, you might add. You could easily get lost in the feeling – which is a good thing, because to say Walter Marshall loves your ass would be the understatement of the century, which means he spends a disproportionate amount of the time you spend together touching it in some way or another. Today, however, his quality time with your butt doesn’t last long. First, the snapping of thread as strong hands turn the many tiny holes in your fishnets into a single, much larger hole. Then the rough tips of his fingers between your legs, pulling your panties to the side. And lastly a whistle, followed by a chuckle when one of those fingers slips between your folds and almost immediately deep into your dripping core. A second finger slips in just as easily and for a delicious minute they work that heavenly spot inside of you, naturally retreating far too soon, just as you’re squirming with pleasure and begging him to go on.

“Not yet, love.” His words are kind now, knowing you’ll beg for his cock the same way you just begged for his fingers. He teases you with the tip of his cock, laughing when you try to back into him. A few fierce smacks on your ass make short work of that behaviour. Without a fuss or seemingly any real effort at all, he gathers your hands behind your back and keeps them there. He only needs one hand to firmly secure both of your wrists. It’s a bit of an adjustment; normally he’d use his belt, but that’s otherwise occupied at the moment. It takes him a single thrust to drive his entire cock into you and you gasp at the sudden intrusion. At the same time, he groans loudly; because your legs are fixed together, you feel much tighter around him than you normally do, and the feeling is driving him wild. You squirm, whine, and clench your walls around him in an attempt to get him to move.

“Use your words, darling,” he chuckles almost sadistically as he stays still inside of you.

“Fuck me,” you mewl, your voice trembling almost as much as your legs.

“Beg.”

“Please, daddy, fuck me.” The words are out before you realize, and there’s no way of taking them back. Luckily, Marshall doesn’t seem to mind at all.

“Shit, baby, I had no idea you were going to ask that nicely.” The pace he sets is brutal; the kind of rhythm you’ve never been able to take on your best days, but the position you’re in prevents him from hitting you as deep as he normally does. For the first time, you realise how much this man always holds back so he won’t hurt you – and you suspect he probably still isn’t fucking into you at full speed or strength. The thought that Walter could literally rip you apart with his dick makes you go absolutely feral, and you beg him to fuck you harder. You have nowhere to go tomorrow, and walking is overrated, anyway. He seems more than happy to oblige; his thrusts go from ‘hard’ to tiptoeing the line between where ‘rough’ ends and ‘cruel’ begins. Just as you’re beginning to regret your request, he can’t take it anymore. With a feral grunt and vicious final thrust, he spills his seed deep inside of you before pulling out.

He takes a moment to watch his cum drip from your battered cunt before he loosens the belt a little, giving you just enough space to spread your knees as far as necessary for you to reach between them and touch the swollen little pearl between your legs. All he does is slip two fingers into your gaping pussy, curl them so they brush past your g-spot and watch as you fuck yourself stupid on his fingers.

“You made a mess, baby,” he whispers in your ear when he pulls you into his chest after you’re done riding out your high. He can’t help but laugh. Walter loves seeing you like this; all fucked out and messy, mascara running, lipstick smudged – there’s probably more of the stuff on his cock right now than on your face…

“That’s your fault,” you sigh.

“In all fairness,” he chuckles as he kisses your neck, “you’re the one who showed up wearing these.” He playfully plucks at the threads of your fishnets. Oh…

#walter marshall smut #walter marshall fanfiction #walter marshall x reader #night hunter #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill characters

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notcapableofbeingtheguy · 2 years

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your post about walter jr supporting his parents and always showing so much kindness and maturity to them is literally the ONLY post that matters. that child deserved so so so much better and i love to see him acknowledged

Thank you friendo while I have you here can we also talk about how Walt destroys his life because of a shitty intersection of toxic masculinity + ableism (because what he’s trying to avoid, deep down, is that image of his dying father— sick. weak. feminized to Walt in his frailness) and this attitude also affects how he treats Flynn???

Look how Flynn is introduced in the pilot script:

His parents “treat him as if he were able-bodied, which is how he wants it.” It’s true— and at first glance, this is a good thing. Flynn doesn’t want to be babied, he doesn’t want to be offered help at every turn in situations where he knows he can be independent. His parents provide him with a feeling of normalcy, by not over-emphasizing or dramatizing his cerebral palsy. Sometimes he will need help or accommodation, and they provide it for him, but often he won’t, and they won’t mention it. This is the rhythm they have all found, and Flynn likes it that way.

But this approach is deeply flawed. Rather than normalizing Flynn’s disability (which I think is the surface level intention), it erases it, ignores it, attempts to hide it from view and discussion. Which is unsurprisingly pretty similar to how Walt relates to his cancer + treatment. He wants to do everything alone— he banishes Skyler from his chemo sessions, and he hides himself away when he’s having chemo side effects, often locking himself in the bathroom. Walt shapes his life around his cancer in some ways (that whole cooking meth thing), but at the same time, he works hard to hide his illness, ashamed of that feminizing weakness he thinks it gives him.

And what effect does this attitude have on Flynn? Walt’s shame around illness, weakness, and disability— his idea that it’s okay to be sick or disabled, as long as you don’t talk about it? Of course, it makes Flynn feel his father is ashamed of him. And it instills that same reflexive draw towards toxic masculinity in him (think about how he idolizes Hank!).

Consider the scene where Walt is teaching Flynn how to drive (which I recently saw on my rewatch). Where Flynn wants to drive with two feet, and Walt insists he use just one, because he has to get it “right.” He has to be able to drive the same as everyone else, no matter how unintuitive that may be to his body. This conversation obviously makes Flynn feel embarrassed and ashamed. And when Flynn tries to drive the “right” way? He crashes.

This scene hits so hard for me because it’s a very clear case where the method of driving that would work best for Flynn is so clearly viable— there’s really no reason not to let him drive in the way that’s most intuitive and comfortable for him. If Walt were truly normalizing Flynn’s disability, he would let him drive that way with no comment. But that was never Walt’s real attitude towards Flynn’s cerebral palsy. Walt is treating him like he’s able bodied— he’s trying to erase Flynn’s disability. And when that attitude hits the road, it literally crashes. With the added bonus of making Flynn feel like it’s his fault for not having a body that works the “right” way.

Idk exactly where I’m going with this. Mostly wanted to say Justice For Flynn!!! And remark on what an interesting character he is. I think he’s super neglected in fandom discourse— I’m thinking a lot rn (if you couldn’t tell haha) about how he serves as a foil for Walt in terms of Walt’s attitudes about gender and bodies and power and all that jazz. As a (mostly) able-bodied person myself I would love to hear more on this topic from any disabled folks who wanted to speak on it!

#breaking bad #brba rewatch #Flynn white #I’ve decided to start calling him Flynn if you didn’t notice haha #gotta respect chosen names ya know?#i want to think more about what Flynn says in Gray Matter about this #he says something like you’re afraid of a little cancer?? after all I’ve been through??#something something Walt’s attitudes about his cancer reveal how to Flynn his true attitudes about his son’s disability #anyways everybody keep up the Flynn discourse!#asks #brba meta #flynn rights rewatch

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rmtndew · 1 year

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Come Home to Me

Summary: A weekend with Walter, Fiona and Faye as their little family grows closer.

Pairing: Marshall and OFC Fiona

Word count: 6,802

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mentions of a panic attack

I wasn’t sure what had happened. The day had started out fine. Walter and I had gotten to see each other for a little bit before we both left for work, which wasn’t always the case. We had coffee and breakfast together. I snuck extra snacks in his lunchbox while he was out warming up my car. It was a good morning. So where it went wrong, I couldn’t quite say. All I knew was that at some point in the afternoon, my anxiety started getting the best of me.

I ended up locking myself in the bathroom at work and having a panic attack, then feeling bad that I wasn’t actually working and the guilt just made the attack worse and last longer, which just continued to fuel the guilt. It was a cycle that kept feeding itself. I finally managed to get myself under control enough to go back to work but Darcy knew something was going on and she sent me home.

When I got in my car, I was feeling like garbage and needed to hear Walt’s voice, so I called him. I knew he might be busy and not be able to answer, but he did after just a couple of rings.

“Hey, love,” he said, his voice instantly making me feel better. “Is everything alright?”

I leaned my head back against the headrest of my seat. “I’m having a rough day.”

“What’s wrong?”

My teeth sunk into my lip as I chewed on it for a moment. “I don’t know,” I finally admitted. “A panic attack hit me out of nowhere. Darcy’s sending me home but I feel terrible that she has to do without me just because my stupid brain decided to have a random meltdown on Friday afternoon with literally no trigger.”

“Hey, do not talk about yourself like that, young lady. I won’t have it,” he said, his voice taking on a very fatherly tone that he’d never used with me before. “Your brain is not stupid. Do you hear me?”

I smiled. “Yes, bear, I hear you.”

“Good. Now I want you to come home.”

I raised my head up from the headrest. “Come home? Not go home?” I questioned. “As in, you’re already there?”

I could faintly hear him laugh. “I’m meant to be the detective in this family, Miss Sparks. Not you,” he teased. “But yes; I’m already here.”

“What are you doing home so early?”

“We were able to connect our murder to similar ones in different states so we had to hand it over to the FBI. We’ll work it alongside them but for today, there’s nothing else I can do. Not until they review it. So for now I’m at home. I was going to surprise you with dinner when you got off work but I’ll have to find something else to surprise you with, unless you want dinner at two in the afternoon?”

I laughed. “No. I just had lunch not long ago. I’m good. But you don’t have to surprise me with anything. Getting to spend the day with you is a good enough surprise.”

“Then come home to me, darling. Let me hold you.”

I felt myself grin. “I’m on my way now. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Fi. Be careful.”

When I got home, Walter greeted me outside on the doorstep. He was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants with socks. His perpetually tired look seemed packed away for the moment and strangely enough, he looked actually, well…rested. It wasn’t something I saw very often.

“Hiya, handsome,” I said, smiling at him as I walked up the steps.

He returned my smile. “Hey,” he said as I reached him. He pulled me in for a short kiss. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright.” He gave his little grunting-humming sound as if he didn’t believe me and I laughed. “I am alright,” I said. “I’m tired from my panic attack but just because it feels like I’m dying at the time, it doesn’t mean they can actually hurt me. So I’m okay.”

“Would a cuddle make you feel better?” he asked, the corner of his mouth ticking up in a slight smile.

My own smile couldn’t be bothered to play it cool. It spread across my whole mouth as I nodded. “Yeah, a cuddle would definitely make me feel better.”

“Good.”

He kissed my forehead, then took my hand and led me into the house. Inside, I stopped short in the entrance as I was greeted with the sight of the biggest blanket fort I’d ever seen. It was in the living room and made from the couch and kitchen chairs. Sheets were held to one another with heavy duty plastic clamps and draped across the whole thing, and inside I could see that it was stuffed with blankets and pillows.

“What’s this all about?” I asked.

He shrugged a shoulder as he looked a bit bashful. “I couldn’t surprise you with dinner but I thought this might turn your rough day around,” he said. “If it’s too childish -”

“Shh,” I said, cutting him off. “Sometimes childish is good. I could definitely use a break from being a grown up for a little bit.” I kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

As much as I wanted to crawl right into the fort, I wanted to get comfortable first. I changed into a pair of leggings and one of Walter’s shirts, happy to do away with my bra. Then I pulled on some thick, cozy socks and padded back out to the living room. Walter was already inside. I could see his feet sticking out and noticed that there was a hole in the bottom of his sock. I made a mental note to toss it and buy him a new pair. He must have heard me because he started moving around, then pulled back one of the sheets that was draped down over the front.

“There’s not quite so much room as I thought there’d be so it will be a bit of a squash and a squeeze in here,” he warned.

I smiled. “I was planning on squashing and squeezing you anyway, so that’s fine.”

I bent to my knees at the ‘doorway’ and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back as he laid down. The sheet dropped, covering the entrance to the fort and dimming the light inside. I gave Walt a final kiss, then lay my head down on his chest and wrapped my arm around his thick waist. He rubbed my back and ran his fingers through my hair, playing with strands of it.

“This is exactly what I needed and I didn’t even know it,” I said, rubbing my cheek against the soft fabric of his shirt. I could feel the texture of his chest hair beneath it. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, my love,” he said, then kissed my forehead.

My hand strayed from his waist, making its way under the hem of his shirt. “Can I touch you?”

He hummed. “Of course. But if it goes past that, we’ll have to take it out of the tent.”

“Afraid you’ll pull a muscle in here without more leg room?” I joked.

He laughed. “No. I ran out of blankets to put down under us so I borrowed Faye’s. I can’t do that to her stuff,” he said. “But also…pulling a muscle is a possibility.”

“I’ll behave myself then. On both accounts.” I slid my hand under his shirt and ran it across his stomach. He hissed and sucked in for a moment. I looked up at his face. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright. It just always surprises me how cold you are.”

I smiled. “That’s because you’re always so warm. Everything and everyone feels like an ice block in comparison.”

He laughed, his fingers dancing up my spine. “That’s true.”

I buried my fingers in the patch of hair on his stomach and let my hand warm up before moving it up to his chest. There was something so comforting about touching Walter. About feeling his skin against mine. He was warm and his hair was soft and I felt safe with my hand laying against his heart, feeling it beat underneath my palm. I kissed his chest through his shirt. “Thank you for loving me, bear.”

“Hey,” he said softly and I looked up at his face. “You never have to thank me for that. I’m honored that I get to love you.” His hand stilled at the back of my head, cradling it. “I never thought I’d be in love again. I thought I screwed it up with my marriage and that was it. But you gave me a second chance. And I know that I’m by no means perfect, and I know that I’ll manage to screw things up down the line somewhere, but now I know how important it is to try everything I can to make it work.” He brought his hand around to my cheek and stroked it with his thumb. “I’m not an easy person to love. I know that. But you never let me see how difficult it is, Fi. You don’t know how much I appreciate that.”

I smiled. “I find you exceptionally easy to love, Walt. I’ve been in relationships before and I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you,” I said. “It breaks my heart to know that you have felt this way and you had to watch it fall apart even while you were trying to fix it. It hurts me to know you thought you’d never feel this way again.” I lightly scratched his skin through his chest hair. “But I am so happy that I get to be your second chance.”

That weekend was Walt’s weekend to have Faye. Typically he’d pick her up in the afternoon and bring her home. But on Saturday, I picked her up instead. My cousin Mel had invited the two of us to go to the mall with her and her daughter Juniper. One of Faye and Juniper’s friends was moving soon and she wanted to buy her a going away present and asked Faye to help. I was tagging along just to spend time with them. And to also get a cookie from the cookie shop.

“Didn’t this place used to be like, a big deal when you were our age?” Juniper asked Mel and me as we walked through the very empty shopping center.

“Oh, it was hopping back then. Saturdays were crazy and it would have already been packed by now,” Mel said. “But Fridays?” She looked at me. “Fiona and I were mall rats on Friday nights.”

“Ew. What’s a mall rat?” Juniper asked.

Mel and I both laughed. “It was someone who spent a lot of time at the mall,” Mel answered.

“What did you do here?” Faye asked, looking around at the closed stores.

“We’d just hang out,” I said. “We’d eat at the food court and walk around. Back then, there was a store in every part of the building and sometimes there were booths and kiosks set up in the center or walkways, too. It’s hard to picture but there was a lot more to look at than there is now.”

Mel nodded. “Which was good because Fiona and I had very different tastes at the time so there were stores for both of us.”

“Different how?” Juniper asked.

“Well, I was more concerned with buying push up bras from Victoria’s Secret and tube tops from Wet Seal, and she was wanting to buy American Eagle jeans and tank tops from Aeropostale,” Mel said. “We always agreed on the music store, though. We’d hit up F.Y.E. and look at CDs for hours.”

“What kind of music did you listen to?” Faye asked.

“At your age? Boy bands,” I said. “There were a lot of arguments over who was better: Backstreet Boys or NSYNC.”

“You listened to boy bands?” Juniper laughed.

“Yes, squirt. We listened to boy bands on our Walkmans while skating around the neighborhood together. And it was the best,” I said.

“It really was,” Mel agreed. “If we’d only known then.”

We walked through the mall, letting the girls take their time as they tried to decide what to buy their friend who was moving away. Nothing seemed to spark their interest until we came to the Build-A-Bear store. There was a cute stuffed penguin in the window that they seemed to spot at the same time. I guess their friend Lexi was a fan of penguins and collected them and making one for her seemed like the perfect gift to them. I thought it was sweet. And it reminded me that they were still young. Still innocent enough to want stuffed animals and to want to give them to each other. That time didn’t last long. With high school, boys, stress, anxiety, and everything that came with growing up, it would eventually wear that thread down and separate them from the things people deemed childish. But right then? Right then a stuffed penguin was the most genuine thing they could buy their friend to remember them by.

They wanted to do it on their own so Mel and I bought coffees and sat at a table just outside the shop where we could see them inside but they had the freedom to do it on their own like they wanted. As they moved to a different part of the store, Faye saw me and waved. I smiled and waved back, then she and Juniper disappeared behind the big machine with all of the stuffing inside it.

“She’s a good kid,” Mel said. “And you both seem to get along really well.”

“We do. I never thought this is where I’d end up. You know that. When did I ever picture myself with a guy who had a kid? Especially a teenager?”

She shook her head. “Never. And honestly, it was a surprise when I found out you were dating him.”

“It could have gone so bad. She could have hated me. I mean, I remember being fourteen. I remember how angry I was at that age. And I had basically a perfect life. If Mom and Dad had gotten divorced and I had to watch some odd, gangly lady hit on Dad? I would have hated her.”

Mel laughed. “You’re not an odd gangly lady,” she said. “And I know for a fact you weren’t ‘hitting on’ her dad in front of her. You don’t even know how to flirt so you definitely weren’t forcing that with his daughter around.”

“You know what I’m saying, though. She really could have hated me and no one would have blamed her for it.”

“I’m sure she was worried you might hate her, too. Juniper has friends who’s step-moms want nothing to do with them. Faye probably knows the exact same girls.”

“That’s something I never understood and I understand it even less now that I’m with Walt,” I said. “Why would you ever get into a relationship with a guy who has kids if you don’t want anything to do with them? And why would you want to be with someone who could abandon their own kid that easily? I just…” I shook my head. “I don’t get it. Honestly, I don’t.”

“I don’t get it, either, Fi. Some people are just selfish, I guess.”

It took the girls close to an hour to do their thing. Mel and I talked and people watched while they did, occasionally catching glimpses of them in the store. Finally we could see them get in line to pay. Once I saw they were nearly done, I drank the rest of my coffee and took my and Mel’s cups to the trash. I was walking back to the table when Walt called.

“Um…listen,” he said with a sigh after we’d greeted each other. “I know we both loathe socializing but…my cousin called. He lives out of state and we rarely get to see one another, but he’s been away for holiday and he’s having a layover here and wants to visit. I told him he could.”

“A cousin? I finally get to meet another branch of the Marshall tree? I’m very intrigued.”

He did his grunting-humming thing. “Before you get your hopes up, he’s not like me. He…talks. A lot.”

I laughed as I joined Mel back at our table. “Are you saying your brooding nature may not be genetic?”

He chuckled. “No. That’s the English coming out in me. But you’ll see soon enough. I’m heading to the airport to go get him now,” he said. “I thought instead of cooking tonight we could go out for dinner. Do you and Faye want to meet us when you’re done?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Just let me know where you’re going after you pick him up and we’ll meet you.”

“Thank you, love. See you soon.”

I hung up as Faye and Juniper were coming out of the store. Juniper was holding the traditional Build-A-Bear gift box that looked like a house and Faye was holding a plastic gift bag. They came and sat at the table with us and Juniper showed us the stuffed penguin they made. It was pale blue and wearing a scarf and ice skates. It was adorable. I didn’t know their friend Lexi but I couldn’t see how she wouldn’t love it. When she was done, Faye showed us what was in her bag. I had assumed it was something that would go with the penguin, but I was wrong. She pulled out a teddy bear with dark brown fur that was dressed in jeans and a blue sweater.

“Aw, how cute!” I said. “Did you make it for yourself?”

“Actually I…made it for you,” she said, her mouth twisting off to the side in a worried look that reminded me so much of Walter. She held the bear out towards me.

“For me?” I asked, taking it from her. She nodded. “Faye, that was so sweet! Thank you!” I didn’t know why she’d made it for me but I couldn’t stop smiling as I looked him over. After a moment, I saw that there was a police badge clipped to the side of his pants and suddenly it all clicked for me. “Wait…” I looked back to her, grinning. “Is this your dad?”

She nodded again but smiled properly that time. “The sweater looked like one of his and when I saw the police badge I thought it would be fun to make him for you. You know, since you call him ‘bear’.”

“It’s perfect. I love it! My own little Walter Bear for when he’s not home.”

“I thought maybe he can be friends with the monkey and hedgehog that Dad won you at Naples.”

My face hurt from smiling so wide. “Yes! He’ll make an excellent friend for them. Thank you.”

She leaned over and hugged me and I hugged her back tight. I couldn’t imagine trying to push Faye out of the picture. She was an extension of Walter and if I loved him, then I had to love her. She wasn’t a burden in our relationship; she was a bonus.

Once they had their penguin, the girls were done with the mall. Faye and I said bye to Mel and Juniper and then we went to my car. Walter texted as I was getting it warmed up and said that he and his cousin were going to a diner that was about midway between the airport and the mall and sent me the address. When we got there, I saw Walter’s truck. He and his cousin were standing at the tailgate, waiting for us. There wasn’t a parking spot beside it but there was one directly across from it. As I parked, Faye turned her head to look at Walter.

“Wait, who’s that with Dad?” she asked and I realized that I’d forgotten to tell her about her cousin. She unbuckled so she could peer through the back window better. Then she gasped. “Is that…? It is!” She flung open her door and started clambering to get out.

“Watch for cars!” I told her.

I watched her go across the short distance to Walter and once she was safely there, I turned off the car and grabbed my purse, then joined them. Faye was being swallowed up in a hug by their cousin who I was surprised to see was bigger than Walt. They seemed to match each other height wise but he was broader. After he released Faye, he looked at me and I could see the family resemblance. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought they were brothers. Walter’s cousin had shorter hair than him but they shared the same brown curls, they sported the same thick beard, and their eyes were practically identical. And when he smiled at me, he even had the same lines that crinkled around them just like Walter’s.

“You must be Fiona,” he said, his voice surprising me with the thick southern accent.

“I am.” I held out my hand and he shook it. “You must be one of the Texas cousins, right?”

He laughed. “Yes, ma’am. I’m Sy. It’s nice to finally meet you,” he said. “Walter ain’t much of a talker but I knew you had to be something special because he won’t shut up about you anytime we do talk.”

I smiled. “I hope he doesn’t bore you too much.”

He shook his head as he let go of my hand. “Not at all. I’m happy for him,” he said. “And I appreciate y’all letting me visit. I know it was last minute but I hadn’t been planning on coming this way until my flights got mixed up heading back from vacation and I ended up here. Then my layover got extended until later tonight and I figured if I didn’t come by now, it’d be a while before I got the chance to again.”

“Of course. I’m excited to meet you. Walt has already met a lot of my family but Faye is the only one from his that I’ve gotten to meet in person so far. I’ve spoken to his parents and Charlie on the phone a few times but that’s it. So it’s nice to put a face to a name now.”

“Same,” he said. “Although, for me it’s putting your voice to your face because Walt sent me your picture not long after y’all started dating. Told me he was going to marry you.”

“Stop,” Walter ordered as I laughed.

“What? You don’t want her to know how love sick you are?” Sy teased. Walter gave him a stern look but Sy just grinned at him before clapping his hand on his shoulder. “I bet you wished you’d ignored my call earlier, huh?”

“I can still send you back to the airport,” Walter said.

Sy laughed. “Yeah but you won’t.”

“You have far too much faith in that.”

“If you do, I’ll call your momma and tell her what you did.”

Walter crossed his arms over his chest. “You’ll call Mum and tattle on me?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “Like we’re twelve again?”

Sy gave another laugh and nodded. “Yep. Just like that. I ain’t got no shame about it.”

“You don’t have shame about anything.”

I saw Sy’s face do the same frowning-smile that I’d seen Walter do before. “You’re not wrong.”

“I rarely am,” Walt said

“Can we go inside? I’m freezing and I want a milkshake,” Faye said.

Sy laughed. “That makes sense. You’re cold, so let’s drink something frozen.”

“It makes as much sense as drinking coffee when it’s hot outside. It’s like a hundred degrees in Iraq in the summertime and you were there for ten years, did you not drink coffee at all in the summer?”

“Coffee is what keeps people alive. It’s different.”

“And milkshakes are what makes being alive worth it.”

He smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “I can’t really disagree with you on that one, kiddo,” he said. “So let’s go get us a milkshake.”

“Banana and peanut butter?” she asked, looking up at him.

“You and your daddy can keep that one for yourselves. I’ll take chocolate.”

Walter grabbed my hand and gave it a light squeeze before he began walking towards the diner, leading me with him. I turned and pressed a quick kiss to his shoulder and before I could move my head, he kissed the top of it.

Once we were inside, we didn’t have to wait long for a table. Walter and I sat together and Sy sat next to Faye. She borrowed a pen from me and flipped her paper placemat over and started doodling on it. “You said you were coming back from vacation,” she said to Sy. “Where did you go?”

“I went to Florida with some of my old army buddies.”

“Was it fun?”

“It was alright. They seemed to enjoy it,” he said. “Me personally? I’ve seen enough sand in my lifetime, I don’t have any desire to ever set foot on it again.”

“Are you still in the army?” I asked.

He shook his head. “No, ma’am. I retired a few years ago. I felt like I needed to be closer to home,” he said. “I’m a firefighter now.”

I smiled. “Did you and Walter ever consider jobs that weren’t superheroes?”

He laughed. “There was a minute where I thought I might want to be a chef, but that was it. I was stuck on being in the army since I was a little kid. As a matter of a fact, when Walt and his family would come visit us, me and him would usually be out in the woods playing army men or SWAT team. It didn’t surprise anyone when we both ended up going that way with our careers.”

“Walt went on his first SWAT raid since we’d been together last week and I was a nervous wreck until he called me and told me he was safe after it was over. I don’t know how your families handled you both being in dangerous fields like that.”

“We put them through a lot, that’s for sure,” Sy said.

“You longer than me,” Walter pointed out. “I’ve stayed relatively safe in homicide. You jumped out of the frying pan into the fire with your job change. Quite literally.”

“I did but you know I couldn’t have done anything else. I mean, can you imagine me in a suit every day going into an office and selling…insurance or something?” Sy shook his head. “There’s not a lot of civilian jobs that would’ve worked for me,” he said. “Same for you. If you left homicide right now, tell me that you could take a job where you didn’t have a gun on you twenty-four-seven.”

“You know I couldn’t.”

“Exactly,” he said. “Coming home didn’t have nothing to do with being safer or not putting my life on the line for other people. It just meant doing it closer to my family. I get to see them more. I don’t miss out on stuff like I used to. And if I die doing this, they don’t have to wait for a casket to be sent home so they can bury me.”

“That’s depressing,” Faye said, looking at him.

“But it’s the truth.” He put his hand on her head and ruffled her hair. “We won’t talk about it anymore, though,” he said. “Tell me what’s been going on with you? How’s school?”

“It’s…meh.”

“I heard it was a little more than ‘meh’. I heard you broke a boy’s finger a few weeks ago.”

Faye looked at Walter. “Dad, you told him?”

“Did I tell him that my daughter stood up for herself when a boy put his hands on her? Yes.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Because he was proud,” Sy answered for him. “In our day, girls were taught that if boys were mean to her it meant he liked her. The moment your daddy found out you were going to be a girl, he was determined to make sure you knew that wasn’t true and you knew how to take up for yourself. Not just as a kid but when you get older, too.”

“Especially when you get older. It doesn’t get better, it’s just different,” Walter said. “Because no matter the age, men are -”

“Pigs, yes,” Faye said, shaking her head. “I know.”

“He’s right. And he should know all about it,” Sy said to her. “Because cops are pigs, too.”

I didn’t mean to laugh but I couldn’t help the snort that came out. Walter looked at me. “Really?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized.

“If they call cops pigs, what do they call firefighters?” Faye asked Sy.

“Heroes.”

I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing that time. Walter watched my face and shook his head at me before looking back to Sy. “You’re paying for this meal,” he said. “And I’m getting pie afterwards.”

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

I liked having dinner with Sy. He and Walter playfully bickered throughout the whole meal and it was nice to see Walt joking around with someone. And Sy wasn’t intimidated. Even when I thought Walter may have said something that crossed the line, Sy would just laugh and dish it right back. They clearly loved each other, even though it didn’t necessarily always sound like it.

After we ate, Walter and Faye went to the front of the diner to look at the dessert case and I stayed with Sy. “You’re good for him,” he said. “I haven’t seen him this happy since…well, I don’t know when. But it’s been a long time, that’s for sure.”

I smiled. “He makes me happy, too.”

“I wouldn’t say this in front of Faye but Walt never had with Angie what y’all seem to have,” he said. “I know he loved her at the time but that’s not always enough.”

“Despite what the Beatles say?” I joked.

He laughed. “Yes, ma’am. You need love but love isn’t all you need,” he said. He was quiet for a moment but I could see it was because he was thinking so I waited. “He told me how you said you were proud of him. Proud of what he does, who he is.”

I felt a little taken aback that he would mention that but I nodded. “I am. I’m incredibly proud of him.”

“See…you’ve got to understand that Walt doesn’t hear that much. He never has. His father is the typical Englishman and keeps all his emotions buttoned up. He didn’t brag on him or Charlie ever. Not out of meanness but just ‘cause that’s how he was raised. And his mother, my aunt, she’s sweet and she made sure Walt and Charlie knew she loved them but it was still done with her husband’s English mentality of only a few words,” he said.

“Then when he met Angie, she never liked him being a part of SWAT. She wanted him to change to something less dangerous. He held his ground until she had Faye and then he changed over to being a detective, but it still wasn’t what she wanted.” He let out a breath. “The point is…he’s always tried hard and it’s never really been acknowledged. At this point, he does it because that’s just who he is. He runs himself into the ground to do his job. And you are the first person who’s just flat out told him you’re proud of him like that.”

I remembered the night I’d told Walter how proud I was of him and he’d cried. I’d just thought he was exhausted but hearing Sy talk about it brought a new light to it. Especially knowing it had meant enough for him to tell Sy about it. “I’ll make it a point to tell him more often then.”

“Whether you know it or not, that man takes everything you say to heart. The amount of times we talk and he says, ‘Fiona said this’, ‘Fi said that’, is more than I can count, honestly. And I don’t have a problem with it. Because everything he tells me is something good. I just…I know he’s not great at opening up so I know he probably hasn’t told you what it meant to him but…it meant a lot.”

“Thank you for telling me,” I said. “I’m glad he has you to talk to.”

“I’m glad I’ve got him, too,” he said as Walt and Faye began walking back towards us. Sy shook his head at me. “Just don’t tell him I told you that. Far as he knows, I only like to call and agitate him.”

I smiled then mimed zipping my lips. “I won’t say a word about it.”

We stayed at the diner probably longer than the staff would normally be happy about but despite Walter’s quiet, introverted nature, Sy was loud and outgoing and made friends with our waitress fast. He explained the situation about catching up with family while killing time - two birds with one stone, he said - and the woman, who looked old enough to be his grandmother, told him to take all the time he needed. For every ‘sweetheart’ and ‘honey’ she called him, he flashed her a grin and made sure to use all of his manners. I could hear Walter quietly groaning at his antics, but I found it fascinating. They looked so much alike and were clearly close but they were so different from one another.

When we finally left the diner, it was dark out. The already cold air had grown almost frigid and even with my coat on, I was shivering. So we didn’t linger with goodbyes. Faye gave Sy a hug, then huddled next to Walter for warmth. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her to his side. Sy turned to me then.

“You alright with a hug or is it too soon?” he asked.

I smiled. “No, I’m alright with it. I feel like I’ve known you longer than four hours.”

“It feels like six at least, right?” he joked.

I laughed and nodded. “At least, yeah.” He opened his arms and pulled me into a big bear hug and I noticed that he ran warm just like Walter. I hadn’t realized that ‘human space heater’ was an inheritable trait until then. “It was really nice meeting you, Sy. If you were going to get stuck somewhere with a delayed flight, I’m glad you got stuck with us.”

“It was good meeting you, too,” he said. He released me from our hug and took a step back. “And I definitely could’ve gotten stuck somewhere worse. Like the airport Quiznos.”

“That would have been much worse,” I agreed with a laugh. “Next time you’ll have to come back on purpose and we can cook for you at the house instead of you paying for us to eat out.”

“That sounds like a deal.” He looked at Walter then tilted his head towards the truck. “We better mosey on down to the airport.”

Walter gave Faye a hug, then gave me a kiss goodbye, then he watched the two of us get into the car and leave the parking lot. Once we got home, Faye and I both changed into pajamas then made hot chocolate to drink while we watched a show about baking fails in the living room while we waited for Walter to come home. But she fell asleep about half an hour into it. I did my best to make her comfortable there, carefully placing a pillow under her head and covering her up with a blanket and tucking her in. Then I made sure the doors were locked and sent Walter a text telling him that I was getting ready for bed and to try to be quiet as he came in because Faye was asleep on the couch.

After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I went to our bedroom. I saw Walter Bear in his bag and I took him out, spraying him with some of the real Walter’s cologne, then put him on his side of the bed before turning out the lights and laying down. I had a hard time sleeping on my own anymore so I was awake when Walt came home. He was trying to be quiet but he was so heavy that his boots made a clomping sound as he came down the hall towards our room. He carefully pushed the cracked door open, allowing himself inside before closing it completely.

“Hey,” I whispered to him.

He froze by the bed. “Hey,” he whispered back. “Did I wake you?”

“No. I was too lazy to get my weighted blanket and without it or you, I can’t sleep,” I said. “Did Sy get on his flight okay?”

“Yeah. Thank you for letting him join us, by the way. I know it wasn’t what we had planned for this evening.”

“We were planning on having dinner with Faye to celebrate your weekend off, that’s what we did. We just had an extra guest,” I said. “One, who, is quite entertaining, by the way.”

My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I watched him shake his head as he walked to his dresser. “Don’t ever tell him that. He will take it and run.”

I smiled. “I like him. He’s nice. And really funny. I loved the stories he told about you two as teenagers.”

He groaned as he began emptying his pockets. “He embellishes things, by the way. Not all of those were true,” he said. “But he liked you, too. Though you are far more likable, so that makes sense.”

“So I have his seal of approval?”

He turned towards me as he pulled his sweater over his head, followed by his t-shirt, then tossed them in the clothes hamper. “You do.”

“Did you really tell him that you were going to marry me after we met?”

He let out a sigh as he kicked off his boots. Then he unbuckled his jeans and tugged them off. “Not that soon but…yes, I told him that I wanted to marry you fairly early on,” he said. “Does that bother you?”

“Bother me? No. I think it’s sweet.”

He came to the bed and pulled the covers back but stopped short of climbing in beside me. I didn’t know why until he held up my teddy bear. “And who is this?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

I smiled as I took it from him. “This is Walter Bear,” I said. “Faye made him for me today.”

He looked confused as he finally lay down beside me. “She made you a stuffed animal version of me?”

“Yeah, because I call you ‘bear’,” I said. “It was really sweet of her. They’re not cheap. So I’m tasking you with somehow funneling money from me back to her without her knowing that I’m paying for it.”

He laughed and shook his head. “No you’re not.”

“She paid for it with her own money.”

“And I will give her an extra allowance or something but you’re not paying for a gift that she gave you.”

“I can bring her extra cookies home.”

He did his frowny thought face as he squinted. “You could bring me extra cookies home and I’ll funnel the money.”

I laughed. “You’re easily bought, mister.”

“Only by you, Miss Sparks.”

I reached out and put my hand on his cheek. “When we get married, are you still going to call me Miss Sparks or will you call me Mrs. Marshall?”

“You still want to marry me?” he asked, his voice quiet.

I smiled and nodded. “You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted to marry.” I brushed my thumb against his skin softly. “Most girls dream about their weddings - my cousin Mel even had this big binder full of things that she ripped out of magazines that she wanted for hers - but I never did that. I never pictured myself in that position,” I said. “Even now, I don’t think in terms of a big wedding. I don’t see colors or a cake or a reception. I see you and me. Exchanging rings, or having a first dance, but that’s it. Everything else is hazy and in the background. The only thing I see clearly is…you.”

He was quiet for a moment then softly nodded his head against his pillow. “I see you clearly, too, Fi.”

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Night Moves

Chapter 7

Pairing: Walter Marshall x OFC (Alexandra Pierce)

Series Summary: When Walter Marshall is called to investigate a homicide by the railroad tracks, he quickly uncovers an unsettling pattern. Alexandra Pierce just wants someone to find out what happened to her friend. She has some secrets, too. And Walter’s going to uncover them.

Word Count: 2504

Series Warnings: In general, this series will depict assault, murder, stripping, hooking, rough sex, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), p in v sex in various positions, self-loathing, failed relationships, smoking, alcohol, general violence, makeup sex, and maybe some comfort. +18, Minors DNI. Edit: If you were here before, know that I removed drug use and drug addiction. I had a plan and things changed, as they so often do.

Chapter Warnings: Angry Walter, police procedure (sure), more misogyny, some serious assault, self defense, pain, death.

A/N: I will not lie. This did NOT go the way I thought it would. It’s pretty dark and ugly. I think it’s important to the story though. I also didn’t get to the scene for the song I wanted, so there WILL be at least one more chapter. Please don’t cry.

Disclaimers: I do not own Walter Marshall, Night Hunter (Nomis), or any other characters from that movie, but I do own this OFC (Alexandra Pierce) and these words. Do not repost as your own. Likes, Reblogs, and Comments are more than welcome. It’s how I get my nourishment.

Header made by me, with pics found from Pexel.com and the internet. Dividers are not mine, but check out the masterlist for credit.

Playlist: Night Moves Songs 23-26 Direct Spotify Link

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“Alright, listen up!” Walter bursts into the dispatch room with all the anger and energy of a man who has realized exactly what has been going on and whose life is at stake now. “I need someone to pull plates for Detective Mick Jonas and then scan all traffic cams starting at the intersection of 10th and Vine. I want to know where that car is heading like 5 minutes ago.”

The switchboard is lit up and it isn’t as if the operators are slacking, but the blank stares he gets do not help his demeanor.

“Is everyone deaf??? Get on this. Now!” He marches to the nearest desk to loom over the tech, and stares daggers at her while her fingers begin flying over the keyboard.

“Is that our Mick Jonas?” she asks.

“You got the plate?” He ignores her question with a glare.

“Coming right up. Okay, yeah, here it is, but I don’t…”

“Who’s got the cameras?” he interrupts her. His skin feels like it’s on fire and at any moment he’s going to break something if he doesn’t get an answer. When Rachel steps in the room, she sees his behavior as well as a familiar attitude. If she had to hazard a guess, it’s the reason he showed up in yesterday’s clothes but she knows it’s neither the time nor the place to ask about it. Only that she can’t let him run this search.

“Walter,” she puts a hand on his shoulder with enough pressure to let him know it’d be best not to shrug it away.

“I need to know where he’s going, Rachel!”

“We all need to know where he’s going. Yelling at the crew isn’t going to speed up the computers.”

“He’s not alone. He’s got another victim with him right now! Fuck!” Nothing about Rachel’s speech has calmed him down or gotten him to lower his voice.

“Who’s with him?”

“Alex… Alexandra Pierce.”

The way he says her name, Rachel knows. And she knows she can’t stop him, but he won’t be going alone. She pulls out her cell to call another detective and tells him to be on standby for the chase. Dispatch’ll put a call out to officers in the area once they have a location, but she needs someone who can take charge of the scene, because it isn’t going to be Walter if she can help it. Not in the state he’s in.

We are so close I can barely contain myself. One more corner, one more long stretch of road, one more gate to open and close, one more winding, tree-covered lane into a deep forest of pine.

When we reach the bus, I’m on fire.

I can see the bitch starting to shift, move about. I look over and see her blink her eyes open and I just wait for the terror to creep into her eyes. And then I laugh.

I taunt her. I don’t even know what words are coming out of my mouth anymore, I just know she doesn’t like them and the more she doesn’t like them the more I say them. Over and over and over.

I keep a close eye on her when I open my door. I was careful to hit the switch to lock all the doors when I put her in the car, but now I just flip the lever for my lock. I can’t stop laughing when she thinks her door will open, too. She struggles just long enough for me to get around to her side so I’m ready when she finally finds the switch and opens the door. I'm right there ready to take her in my arms.

And then she does what none of them ever did. The thing I’ve been waiting for what seems like my entire life.

She hits me.

It’s kinda my fault. I grabbed her under her arms. I let my guard down cause it’s been so goddamn easy lately. Well, all except that asshole that showed up the other night. But the ones I just beat up? The ones I thought for sure would fight back just a little? Nothing.

They ignored me. Ignored the things I said to them. Acted like they had someone coming. Tried to walk away. Pulled out their phones, which were so easy to strip from their hands. But the best part? The thing that always got me going?

They would trip. Stumble. Those fucking ridiculous heels would end it for them every time. And I’d catch ‘em. Rush forward and grasp an arm or sometimes even get in front of them. But set ‘em right either way. Hold on just a beat too long. Smile. And they would know.

The right hook would come before they even took a deep enough breath to let out the scream they thought would save them. If I got it right, they’d spin just a little more off balance again so I could grab ‘em with my left. It was just more convenient than having to reach down to pick ‘em up off the ground just to get to hitting them again.

And if they didn’t fight back? Which they never fucking did. I’d just rough ‘em up. They were obviously easily swayed if they weren’t going to fight back. If they didn’t want to try to stop me, clearly they just didn’t care. And maybe that would be just the thing, the sign telling them it was time to be done with the whoring and the screwing around. TIme to stop flaunting their bodies for money and never for anyone who really deserved it.

But this one. She hits me again before I can comprehend what has just happened. And I’m just coming to my senses when I see she’s trying to draw her knee back so I know what’s coming and I jut my hips out of the way. I pull her close and butt my head against hers, knowing it ain’t going to feel great but it’s going to hurt her worse.

It gives me enough time to shore up my hold on her. I grab both her wrists in one hand and yank ‘em up hard over her head and I give her two more solid jabs, right in the eyes.

She is positively stunned and I think I’m good. But then she starts struggling again. She spits in my face and there is enough blood hanging around from the previous hits that some of what lands in my eye is colored and it burns. Stings. I can’t let go but I have to get this shit out of my eye.

So I’m still holding on to her arms when I lift my free hand to my face and fuck, right when I do, she connects her knee to my nuts and I let go of her hands to drop to the ground.

I can stand the pain a moment longer while I clear my vision and then I swallow hard because I see her trying to get back in the car and so I have to get up and to her fast. I grab her by the hair and pull her back against me, then turn her around and smack her across the face.

She’s shocked enough again that I get a few more good solid hits in before she gets her wits back and tries again.

This is so fuckin’ fun! That cunt from the other day was better than most which is what got her dead, but still was nothin’ compared to this bitch. Fuck, I think I’m hard right now.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” Walter shouts. He can’t believe what Rachel has just said to him. After everything they’ve been through.

“It’s because I’ve been through it with you that I can’t let you lead on this, Walter, and you know I’m right.”

Walter is seeing only red as he stares at Rachel with crazy eyes, but she’s staring right back and she isn’t going to budge. He could move her physically out of the doorway but that’s going to feel like assault and he can’t risk it.

He takes a deep breath in through his nose, nostrils flaring before he huffs the breath out and back in again. A few more times and he can see a little clearer and he knows she’s right as much as he can’t admit it.

“I’ll ride with you. Detective Greeves and his partner will take over when we get there. The patrol units are already on the way. From the traffic cam footage and a few more conversations with Lila we were finally able to pinpoint an old family plot a little out of town. So you know that also means the sheriff. It’s going to be a fucking mess out there, Walter, and I need you to stay the fuck out of it. Do you hear me?”

Walter nods, slowly, still breathing in and out. He shifts his head to the left to crack his neck and steps back from the doorway. With Rachel sure he’s under control, she steps back into the hall and turns to nod to Greeves. He hands a vest to her, then one to Walter when he finally leaves the dispatch room.

And now they are off. Walter’s got the GPS coordinates plugged in and he’s gritting through the instinct to drift around the lead car in front of him, but he promised. He doesn’t know what Rachel thinks she could do if he changed his mind right now, but he also knows if he does, he’s probably off the force.

Because if he gets to them first, he’s gonna kill him. And since he’s not actually on the case anymore, even if there weren't jurisdictional concerns, a shot from him isn’t going to be official. It’s going to be murder.

Alex can’t stand up any more. She’s on her knees and he is still hitting the side of her head.

There’s some flashing lights and sharp, high pitched sounds and Alex can’t tell if it’s from the club or if maybe the apartment's electricity is on the fritz again and Mrs. Travers is calling for help.

But these lights are blue and red. And yellow. And there are a lot of them. And the sound just doesn’t stop.

Alex hears someone yell ‘freeze’ and she hears a few more people yell ‘down on the ground’ and she can’t figure out why because she’s already on the ground but she collapses all the way anyway because no one is holding her up anymore.

And she hears her name. Someone is shouting her name. They are getting closer, but then not.

“Get the fuck out of my way!” Walter shouts as he pushes past a uniformed officer and rushes to Alex’s side. “Alex, Alex! Can you hear me?”

He’s on his knees just next to her and he’s touching her shoulder and he wants so badly to pick her up and hold her in his arms but he doesn't know the extent of the damage and he can’t be the one to do more, so he runs his hand down her arm to grab her hand and he holds that instead.

Her hand is warm but there is no movement. He bends down low and turns his head so he can put his ear next to her mouth and watch her chest. It’s low, but it’s there. A little rise and fall. And he can hear a small gasp.

“Waller?” she croaks out.

“Yeah! Yes, yeah. I‘m here, Alex. I’m here.” Walter jerks his head up to see if her eyes are open. And they probably would be if they weren’t puffing up and sealing closed as they spoke.

“Where here?” a little muffled.

“It doesn’t matter. We’ve got an ambulance on the way and we’re gonna get you out of here and to some help. I just need you to hold on, okay. Keep talking to me, okay?”

“O-ay.”

Walter can see her jaw isn’t sitting right and even though he’s not a doctor or EMT or whatever the fuck ever, he sure as fuck knows he can’t leave it hanging like that. He reaches down under his vest to rip a wide swatch from his t-shirt and tears it once more at a side seam to pull it all the way off so he’s got a long strip he can maneuver around her head. He knows he shouldn’t move her jaw to the side, so it’s gonna have to stay off-kilter while he presses it gently up so he can shorten the bandage and tie it as loosely-tight on top of her head as he dares.

And this means she can’t talk to him now. Fuck.

“Alex? Honey? I know you can’t talk right now and I don’t want you to even try anymore. And I know you can’t blink your eyes once or twice for me either. Don’t worry. Can you huff for me? One for yes, two for no.”

For a brief moment Walter wants to kick himself because if it’s no, she can’t huff even once. What a fucking moron! He hangs his head low.

But then he feels a short puff on his neck and he almost gives himself whiplash to turn his face to her again.

“That’s good, Alex. That’s really good.” He wants to smile so she can hear it in his voice, but he’s terrified right now. Terrified he’s about to lose the best thing that’s happened to him since Faye. There’s no smile covering that sound.

“Detective Marshall?” a voice calls down. “No questions about the case, okay?”

“You’re fucking standing right there. You can hear anything I ask her.” Walter pulls himself up a little so he’s not shouting directly in her face, even as he tries to temper it with gritted teeth and little sneer.

“We can’t hear her response. And it seems like you’re the only one who’s gonna feel it. Let’s just get her to a hospital and then figure out how to get her statement.”

Walter grits his teeth again and bites in the response he wants to give as he sees Rachel make her way over.

“The ambulances are here.”

“Plural?” he asks as he turns to look. One gurney out with a board and clean bed, one gurney out with a black bag. He never even heard the shot.

The EMTs shift him out of the way, slip a spinal board under her, and hoist Alex to the gurney before rolling her away. Walter turns to Rachel with a look of despair and she sends him off with a quick ‘go’.

Walter hoists himself into the back of the ambulance before they can shut the door. He doesn’t care whether they think he’s officially on duty. He sits down beside Alex and grabs her hand, leans in and whispers in her ear.

“Hold on, Alex. Please.”

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Chapter 8

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The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Ten

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Ten Summary: Mike discovers what the other Brothers have been discussing and he and Lori become closer.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 2.9k

Warnings:

Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Ten Warnings: Mild smut (mostly kissing), some angst, mention of masturbation (male), a bit of fluff

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne .

So here is my attempt at a Mike POV. I hope you enjoy it!

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Part Nine Part Eleven

Mike

It was hard not to watch Sy and Lori say goodbye without a little spike of envy.

Alright, fuck. I was this close from boiling a rabbit level of jealousy.

But I felt bad about that. Really bad. I owed Sy a lot and I hated that it didn’t stop me from still wanting to be with Lori. Standing outside their room last night was fucking torture. It was sheer force of will that stopped me from trying to sneak a look through the tiny slither of light that seeped through a gap in curtains. And nothing I did had stopped my dick from getting hard.

“I don’t know how he hasn’t killed Walker,” I said to Geralt as I forced myself to watch the street like I was supposed to.

He grunted, but said nothing.

“Think he’ll try something, G? Walker I mean.”

He shrugged.

I glanced back at Sy and Lori and they were looking at us.

“What are they talking about?” I wondered out loud.

“He’s telling her that whatever happens when he’s gone won’t change how he feels about her.”

My face scrunched up, how the fuck did he know that? Then what he said sunk in and my jaw dropped. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It’s hard to take your eyes off her isn’t it?” Geralt asked in that teasing way of his.

“No shit,” I said, tearing my eyes away from them as they started kissing again. “But we should, she's his girl now.”

“Is she?” he asked. “She seems to enjoy the company of us all.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to be friendly. I’m not trying to…” I explained weakly and he raised an eyebrow at me.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

I felt my cheeks redden. Hell yeah, I thought about it, especially after the shit I heard last night. I thought about it in the shower after my watch and in the morning while pretending to take a dump so Marshall didn’t know what I was doing.

“Thinking about it isn’t the same as doing it,” I grumbled. “Man, this is so fucked up.”

Geralt hummed. “Is it? Are you really surprised that we’d fall for the same woman?”

“We had an agreement. She’s made her choice.”

“Perhaps she isn’t finished choosing.”

“Man, that's fucked up,” I said again. “You’re fucking crazy.”

The sound of Sy’s softail starting made me look back at them. Sy beckoned us with a short jerk of the head.

Geralt lifted his chin to Sy in acknowledgement, but put a hand on my arm. “Think about it. Has Lori being with Sy made you feel any different about her?”

It hadn’t. Not one bit.

“But he’s my Brother,” I protested.

“And you are his.”

“Is this what you, Sy and Marshall have been whispering about?”

Geralt dipped his head. “Makes sense don’t you think?”

I let out a puff of breath. It did. Strangely it really fucking did. “Doesn’t mean it isn’t crazy.”

Geralt chuckled and let me go. “Since when does the Brotherhood care about doing something crazy?”

Lori wiped at silent tears as we approached. Sy took her bag out of his saddlebags and handed it to me. Geralt took her helmet.

“You ridin’ with Marshall?” Sy asked Lori.

“No, ah, Mike actually.”

“Mike,” he barked. “No God damn showin’ off, you hear me?”

“Told you. I’m not allowed to have any fun.” I said, rolling my eyes and putting my arm around Lori’s shoulder.

I froze as I met Sy’s eyes. Fuck, I started to remove my arm but Sy surprised me by gripping my shoulder.

“Take care of her, okay kid?”

For a moment I was 19 again; lost, confused, really fucking stupid, but most of all desperate to have Sy treat me like an adult.

“You know I will,” I said as solemnly as I could.

“I know, li’l Brother,” he said and the way he said it told me that Geralt was right; Sy knew what was going to happen when he was gone… and he was still going.

I let Lori go and put my hand out. Sy took it and drew me into a hug.

He chuckled as he slapped my back. “I don’t know why I keep callin’ ya ‘li’l’.”

“‘Cause you're old as dirt,” I said, cracking a grin.

Sy’s big paw swiped at the back of my head. I tried to duck but the bastard was fast.

“Dick,” I said, grinning as I rubbed my head.

He didn't hit me hard, none of them ever did anymore. It was something they began doing when I first started hanging around and never stopped. The fact I could never duck them was what stung more than anything.

“Can I call you?” Lori asked Sy.

“Best ya don’t,” he said. “I don’t want anyone knowin’ ‘about you. It’s safer for you.”

Sy pulled Lori into another kiss, he held her so tight I thought he’d crush her spine. I suddenly became very interested in the colour of my motorcycle boots.

Eventually he put his helmet on and climbed onto his Softail. He gave the bike a few good revs, nodded at the three of us then rode away.

He didn’t look back.

Lori watched him leave, motionless, even when he had ridden out of sight.

Ah shit.

I glanced at Geralt, shrugging. What the fuck do we do now? He gestured towards Lori motioning to put my arm around her and I nodded.

“C’mon,” I said as gently as I could while I tucked her under my arm.

She sniffed a little then sighed and leaned into me while I guided her to my V-Rod.

“You’re ok, Babycakes.” I whispered, tightening my arm. I tried to think of something nice to say to her. Something that will make her feel better. “He’ll be back before you know it. The rest of us will take good care of you, I promise. And when we get home, if you want, we could hang out. Watch some movies or play a game or something.”

She hummed softly. “What kind of game?”

Fuck, I’m a total idiot. She’s not going to want to play video games and now I’m going to look like a complete dork. I shoved her pack into my saddlebag and tried not to look at G. I knew he’d be laughing at me and he’ll give me shit later.

“Like computer games or something?” she asked. “I’m not really a gamer, but… You could teach me.”

“Yeah, I mean, if you want. We could just watch movies. You know, if you’re bored or whatever,” I tried to smile at her. I knew my face would be bright red.

“Sounds good,” she said.

“Yeah?” My grin became real.

She returned my smile and wiped under her eyes.

“You’re even pretty when you cry,” I told her.

She laughed softly and shook her head. “Thanks Mike.”

Ok, maybe I didn’t completely suck at this.

We rode hard. My forearms were very nearly shot but we were lucky most of the distance was on the highway. It wasn’t as bad for me as the Brothers. They were frequently pulling back, looking for tails or racing ahead to make sure the path was clear. But we barely stopped all day. Just enough time for pee breaks and to scoff down a burger.

Plus I had Lori. I had her pressed up against me, clinging to me, resting her head against my shoulder. She felt so fucking good.

But I couldn’t enjoy it as much as I wanted to. I could tell she was in her head, not feeling it the way I was. And she was quiet. She barely spoke to me or the Brothers. Shit, she barely even looked at any of us. I tried to make her smile again a few times and while I was able to get her to raise the corners of her mouth once or twice, there was no spark in her eyes.

What did we expect after what she’s been through?

It was still daylight when we pulled into the clubhouse. Lori and I stayed in the garage and the Brothers went to clear the buildings.

Like most clubhouses, the compound was in an industrial area on the outskirts of town. It was deceptively larger than you would think when you saw it from the road. It was surrounded by a high wall, razor wire and a second fence, only slightly shorter and it was covered with more wire. There were a few buildings, a couple of sheds, including a large one that served as Geralt’s workshop, a garage for bikes and a few other vehicles we had and the Clubhouse proper.

I started to check my bike while we waited. The breaks in particular. They had felt a little spongy by the end but were probably just overheated. I checked the mileage and saw it was due for an oil change so I lifted it onto a stand, dropped a drip tray beneath it and sat beside the bike while I let the oil run out.

“You guys have a great collection,” Lori said. She was walking past a row of about ten bikes.

“They’re mostly G’s and Sy’s. They're the real bike nuts. The rest of us roll with it cause it's expected I guess.”

“You look like you know your way around the bike though.”

“That’s G,” I told her, “he taught me how to take care of her.”

She smiled so I kept talking. “Marshall taught me how to shoot and tactical stuff.”

“And Walker?”

“He taught me how to turn the money I make into clean money, and how to get the most out of it. That’s how I got this baby.” I patted my bike, and pointed down the long garage to the few cars we had, “And that purple one over there.”

She grinned, “He should have taught you better taste in cars.”

“That's a 1999 Nissan Skyline GTR V-Spec. There’s only like 10 in the whole country. Legally anyway. That’s a fucking great car,” I protested. And expensive, it cost me a quarter of a million dollars.

Lori shrugged. “I prefer a bit of American muscle.”

“Don’t let Marshall hear you say that,” I teased.

She laughed at that. Blushed too. “Well, speaking of American muscle, what did Sy teach you?”

“Respect,” I said honestly.

She stopped laughing.

I turned back to my bike and checked the chain. “He’s a good guy. I don’t know where I’d be if it weren’t for him.”

“He brought you in?”

“Yeah. I was hanging around downtown near this tattoo shop. A friend I went to college with dropped out and started working there. I’d been having some trouble and thought about dropping out too. Anyway, long story, but my grades dropped and I was having trouble paying my tuition but I was too scared to tell my parents. Eventually, I couldn’t afford accommodation and the shop had an apartment over the top which I thought was empty and my friend started sneaking me in sometimes and letting me sleep there. The manager found out and called the boss.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah, oh shit. So Sy shows up and I thought, okay, my friend’s going to get fired and I’m going to have the shit kick out of me.”

“My brother would have probably kicked the shit out of both of you.”

“Well, Sy didn’t. He spoke to my friend and once he found out what was going on, he said if I was going to stay, I’d have to earn my keep. Told me to clean and mop the shop, make sure it was tidy. He offered me an apprenticeship after a few months, but I can’t even trace for shit, let alone draw, so that wasn’t happening. He also made me go back to college.”

“So how did you end up here?” she asked, coming to sit beside me.

“I still don’t really know. Sy started picking me up and taking me on little jobs. I guess he was testing me, seeing how I’d react. After a while, he brought me here and G started teaching me about bikes. Apparently I was good at that, so I started working with him instead of at the shop. Later, Marshall started taking me to the range. After I graduated, I was called into Walker’s office and they asked me if I wanted to be a Prospect.”

“So that’s what you do now? Work with Geralt?”

“I have my own shop now. Cars mostly. The guys there work on imports,” I shrugged and grinned at her and she smiled back. “And of course, I do these kinds of jobs with the Brothers.”

“And that's all because of Sy?” Lori shook her head, “He didn’t tell me that.”

“He wouldn't. He’d say I earned it. Or that they only keep me around because they like having a pet idiot.”

She laughed again and I put my arm around her. She leaned her head on my shoulder. My heart started racing, thundering so hard in my chest I thought she must be able to hear it.

I wish I had more experience with girls. It's not that I hadn’t been with girls, but since being around the Brothers, I hadn’t really had to work hard to get them. They seemed to throw themselves at us. More often than not, they were throwing themselves at my Brothers and usually I got what was left. Which was still some top quality pussy I might add. But you could see in their eyes I was interchangeable, I could have been anyone, so I never cared if they felt good, if they enjoyed it. I fucked to get off and that was it.

I wanted Lori to see me, but at the same time, I was terrified she’d hate what she saw. I’d never been with a girl who I actually cared about before and I had no fucking idea what to do. I wanted to do things for her that I have never done for any woman before. And I don't mean that I want to buy her flowers.

She was so out of my league though. Cliche as it is, she wasn’t like the girls I was used to. She was more like the girls I knew in college, the ones who barely looked twice at me, the ones who saw me for what I was; a dumb fucking kid with an attitude problem. I thought I’d left those insecurities behind until Lori showed up.

I wondered what the others would do. Would they just risk it all and kiss her? They’d probably say something that would make her panties drop in two seconds.

I made her laugh, so what? That meant shit compared to what the other guys had to offer. Real experience, real understanding of women, of real, good women, not just the groupies who were attracted to what we represent more than they were attracted to us.

And I was such a fucking loser, asking her if she wanted to play fucking video games like a fucking teenager. So what if I still had a chance with her? I know I’m going to fuck it up at the first opportunity. If I hadn’t done so already. I knew I was headed straight for the friendzone and there wasn’t a fucking thing I could do about it.

“The guys are taking their time,” she said.

“They’ll be watching the cameras as well as doing a physical check of the buildings. Might do an electronic sweep too.”

She nodded. Then reached for my hand and looked up at me. “Thanks for today Mike. I enjoyed riding with you.”

My throat felt dry. God she was so fucking beautiful.

I put my hand on her cheek, her skin was so soft, and warm. “I liked it too.”

She smiled. Really smiled. For the first time since this morning her steel-grey eyes seemed to dance; they looked so bright. I ran my thumb over the curve of her cheek as I licked my lips, and leaned into her slowly, giving her plenty of time to push me away. But she didn’t; she closed her eyes, put her hand on my wrist and let herself be guided to my mouth.

My lips brushed hers gently. She was so soft, her lips were like petals, smooth and silky. My hands shook as I felt the pressure of her returning my kiss. I leaned into her further, parting my mouth, capturing her bottom lip between mine. I wanted to taste her, lap at her mouth until she opened and let me in. But I felt her hand on my chest and she pulled away.

“Mike, I…” “Yeah, sorry, I…” we started talking over each other.

My face burned and I turned away. How could I have been so stupid? But she’d kissed me back hadn't she?

She cupped my cheek in her hand and brought my face back to hers. Then she kissed me, softly, her lips stroking once over mine before she pulled away again.

God, I was so confused. Did she want me to kiss her again or not?

Lori put her head back on my shoulder while her hand found mine and she laced our fingers together. I lifted my chin and rested it on the top of her head. She hummed and squeezed my hand, shimmying closer.

Okay, this was nice. Better than nice. I chilled and put my nose into her hair. She smelled so fucking good; fresh and clean and so very feminine. Alright, maybe this is what I’m missing, these moments. Moments where its not about fucking, but something else. Closeness, intimacy, connection or something?

Yeah… this was good. I liked this.

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Are the lamp post that light the path

hello my darlings here is part 4!!

Trigger warnings: forced marriage, revenge. vauge threats, crying, age gap, blood, rituals

Word count: 1.5K

Walters pov

I Stand at the front of the Cathedral, my eyes dropping when she pushes away from the railing. I half expected her to jump to her death. But to my surprise, she glared at me as if she’s ready to hand her life over to me. My eyes drop to scan the rows and rows of pews filled with Ravens. I can’t see who is who through their masks and cloaks, but I can hear their gasps and hushed voices follow as they all stare at me, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.

August stands next to me with his arms crossed in front of him. He will be the only other Raven standing with me today. He hasn’t even asked or questioned my motives. It doesn’t even matter, really. He understands I’ll do whatever needs to be done because he’s the same way. He had his own reasons for doing what he needed to do when it came to Addie. And I was there for him to help however I could. The pastor I hired to replace the one that Phil had came to stand next to me at the front of the altar and nods, letting me know he’s ready. “Wicked Game” by Lusaint begins to play throughout the high ceilings and I smile at the song I chose for her to walk down the aisle to. Phil had something completely different. I thought this would be more fitting. As the double doors open, the guests rise to their feet to welcome my wife.

She and her brother stand side by side. Her long train fluffed to perfection behind her. The dress is form-fitting, showing off her large breasts and thin waist. It flare s at the bottom, making it look like she’s walking on a cloud. A veil covers her pretty face. If she didn’t need to say her vows, I’d have made her open her mouth and filled it with a ball gag. Wouldn’t that have been a sight? She is standing in front of her parents with a drool running from her painted lips and onto her expensive dress. The thought alone makes me hard. In time. The song plays on a loop as they make their way up the long aisle. Dylan comes to a stop as the pastor asks, “Who gives this woman away?” Her brother’s eyes glare at me. “I do, Father.” I chose him to give her away for a reason. I want to laugh but refrain. Instead, I hold out my left hand, and he slowly places hers in mine. When I yank a little too hard, she trips over her dress, but I keep her up.

Her brother takes his seat next to their parents. There’s absolutely nothing they can do. The Ravens have arranged marriages for multiple reasons, so the fact that I get to have her should terrify them. It proves just how far I’m willing to go to get what I want. I’ve been biding my time. I went three years without sex and then waited three more years for this moment. I’ve always prided myself on my patience. I reach out and lift the veil, pushing it over the top of her head to see her bloodshot eyes meet mine. She drops them to the floor, and it shows me just how submissive she’ll be. She’ll crawl if I tell her to. Won’t that be a sight? She’s pretty in that fake ‘I’m insecure’ kind of way, so she bleaches her hair, whitens her teeth, and has big fake tits. Too bad Phil made her that way. Amelia Halston, I remember, had more self-respect than that. I’m going to test her every chance I get just to see how much it’ll take for her to break. It took three years for Phil to make her what he wanted. I’ll do it for much less.

Amelia’s POV

He holds my shaking hands in his while I try to calm my breathing. My watery eyes look at the floor, unable to meet his or anyone else’s in the building. Shame washes over me like a tidal wave carrying me out to sea with nothing to grab. I’m going to die—a slow and painful death. I blink, and tears run down my face when I see him slip a ring on my finger. He already wears his wedding band. The Ravens do everything their own way. They are each given a path and are allowed to do whatever the fuck they want with it. Not every wedding is performed this way. Take August, for example. I know from the talk that he and his wife didn’t have a big wedding in front of fellow Ravens. We’re only here because this is how Phil wanted us to exchange vows. Walter just hijacked it.

The pastor steps to the side, allowing Walter access to a long rectangular wooden table—the Ravens’ table. It has a black runner that hangs off each end with white rose petals covering the surface and tapered candles sitting in their own individual crystal bases. The building is so large that the flame gives no light to it. They hold no meaning other than decoration for the table. Walter releases my hands and they drop to my side while he reaches out to pick up the dagger that sits in front of the candles. He pulls it from the old worn-out leather sheath with its crest engraved into it—a circle with three parallel lines through the middle—and lifts it to my chin, forcing me to look up at him. The cold sharp edge pressing into my flesh is enough to pinch but not enough to break the skin just yet. My eyes meet his, and I hold my breath. He steps into me, the tip of the blade gently running along my jawline to the base of my ear. The metal is cold but smooth against my burning skin, making me break out in goosebumps. “Recite your vows,” the pastor announces, making my heart skip a beat. “I … vow,” I say with a heavy tongue. My breathing is ragged, and my pulse races. The tip of the blade punctures my skin, making me hiss in a breath before I feel the warm liquid rolling down my neck.

His blue eyes watch it slowly trail down my chest and fall between my breasts. Taking the dagger, he pokes the tip of his thumb and cups my jaw, gently running it along my shaking lips, smearing his blood on me. “You vow.” His deep and assertive voice holds power. That thought makes me whimper. “Together,” the pastor adds. “We vow,” I whisper to myself, while he commands our audience. Walter steps into me, closing the small distance. His eyes stay on mine while he lowers his lips to my collarbone. A tear runs down my cheek when I feel his warm and wet tongue run up my neck, licking along the trail of blood. A shiver runs through me.

I feel his lips slowly running along my jawline as he speaks softly, “As blood is my oath, you will forever belong to me and I to you.” He reaches my lips and captures mine with his. I taste something metallic—our blood—when his tongue enters my mouth and I swallow, knowing that if I don’t, I’ll vomit. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough. I go to stop the kiss and pull away, but his hand flattens across the back of my head, holding me in place. The other slides around my waist, pinning my front to his hard body. I try to fight him, but his lips pry mine open easily and he dominates my mouth, making my body react to him even though I don’t want it to. My thighs tighten, and my heart races. My eyes fall closed, and he swallows what I can only think is a moan from me. I've kissed before, but it was different. I actually liked that guy.

His fingers dig into my hair, and I feel him pulling the tight bun loose. Tilting my head, he deepens the kiss, and his tongue caresses mine in the softest way even though I know it’s anything but. Heat runs up my back, and my body begins to tingle with electricity. When he pulls away first, ending the kiss, I hate that I don’t step back. That I willingly stay close to him. He gives my lips a gentle peck before he breathes into my ear so only I can hear. “Welcome to hell, little darling. You’ll only be able to crawl as far as my chains will allow you.” I bite my tongue to keep from sobbing. My body is shaking, my heart racing, and my breathing is ragged. I can’t think straight right now. He pulls back and licks his bloody lips while watching me silently cry. “I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Walter Marshall,” the pastor announces to the silent audience. The words are like a door slamming shut, locking me in my cage.

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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Love Me At The Ungodly Hour

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC

Word count: 4.2K

Summary: Kamaria Mansfield is hired at the Minnesota Police Department as an intern. Detective Walter Marshall is overworked and unsatisfied. Takes place post-film.

Chapter Summary: Kamaria and Walter take things to the next level in their relationship.

Chapter warnings: oral sex (m receiving), Dom!Walter, dacryphilia, Daddy kink, non-barrier contraception (no condom usage), choking, creampie, breeding kink, spanking

A/N: Another time jump in this chapter, from Monday morning transitions to Friday evening, skipping Tuesday-Thursday. Does everyone know that ‘trousers’ are like a pair of jeans, and ‘pants’ is the same as underwear? I went English, I figured Walter wouldn’t say boxer-briefs. And yes I imagine he is a boxer-briefs kind of guy. Don’t @ me. Also, this chapter marks about two weeks of time since Chapter 1. Un-beta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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Monday Morning

The first thing I did on Monday morning, after kissing Kamaria on her temple and walking her to her desk, was to hunt down Rachel. I promised Kamaria that I would be speaking with Rachel about her attitude. There was no point in waiting until she offended my girlfriend again. And yes, we are officially titled. After a weekend of pampering her and treating her like the Princess she is, I asked her to be my girlfriend yesterday afternoon. She answered with a little yelp, jumping into my lap. She addressed me as ‘Boyfriend’ the rest of the day.

As her boyfriend, I believe it’s my job to make sure she stays happy. And if something displeases her, I’ll kill it with fire. Or, the next best thing.

I make it to the Cybercrimes office and spot Rachel speaking with her team. I steady my breath, clear my throat, and walk up to her. “Can I speak to you for a moment?” I ask, interrupting her morning meeting.

“Walter, I’m kind of in the middle of something, can it wait?” she tries to blow me off and any other day, I might have let her. But this isn’t any other day.

“Actually, it can’t wait. But I can make it quick for you,” I assure her, not requesting for the team to give us privacy and continuing, “You’re to keep your distance from Kamaria. Whatever your problem with her is, sort it out yourself. She’s my girlfriend and I’ll do anything to make her happy. And that includes informing my ex that we’ll be going to Human Resources if you so much as look her way or mine for that matter outside of strictly professional business. I hope I’ve made myself crystal clear, I won’t be repeating myself.”

With that, I leave her, mouth agape in surprise. I pray, for her sake, that was the only time we need to have that conversation. She is smart enough to know I’m serious, I refuse to believe otherwise. I can’t afford to think of whether or not her feelings are hurt, if she was embarrassed, or anything of the sort. I can only take care of what’s my responsibility. And Rachel is no longer my burden.

Before reaching my office, I get Kam’s attention to meet me there. No one else could tell it would be for our previously agreed upon ‘scene’. As I enter behind her, I shut my door and lock it. I lean back on the door, hands going to my belt, unfastening it, and unbuttoning my jeans.

“I seem to remember Daddy promising someone that they could give him a special treat if she let me handle a certain something for her,” I remark, watching as Kam’s eyes light up and she is on her knees in front of me in seconds. We agreed that she could refer to me as Daddy whenever she wanted, now that I know she has that kink thanks to my talented tongue and hands this weekend. She refers to me as ‘Daddy’ when she needs a more intense and feral session, and ‘Sir’ is when she needs intimacy and passion but with a softer approach.

“May I take out your dick, Daddy?” she whispers, no doubt excited to touch me for the first time. I purposefully denied her this since we only just started being intimate. And only oral for now until she feels 100% comfortable going further. I am more than ready to have her over every surface in my home until she can’t think of anything but her pussy molding to my cock.

She has been salivating over the chance to suck me off. I’ve let her palm me through my pants and we’ve done a healthy amount of dry humping where we both get off.

“Go ahead and take me out, baby,” I reply, watching as she is carefully pulling down my zipper. She tugs my trousers and pants down until my cock springs free in her face. Nothing compares to the way she lights up, trying to wrap her small hand around me.

“I can’t believe you were hiding this pretty dick from me, Daddy,” she moans, marveling at my girth.

I capture her chin and tilt her head up, “He’s not hidden from you now, so what the hell are you waiting on?” I press, releasing her and crossing my arms while I peer down at her.

She presses those glossy lips along the underside of my cock, leaving satiny kisses across every inch. When she snakes her tongue out to lap at my pre-cum, I am beyond aroused as she moans at the taste and takes in the head past those perfect lips of hers. The slide of her lip gloss and her wet little mouth makes it easy for her to make a mess. The fucking sounds coming from her have me trembling.

She pulls off, inhaling sharply, drool hanging from her lips. “Please fuck my face, Daddy,” she whines, and I can’t deny her when she begs so beautifully.

“If it gets to be too much, you tap my hand, ok?” I watch as she nods then takes me back into her mouth. I lock my fingers behind her head, not wasting time and getting right to thrusting deeply into her waiting throat. She mentioned loving being face-fucked and since then, I have thought of nothing else. “Fuck, baby, this fucking mouth of yours is Heaven. I guess it had to be if you’re my Angel.”

I feel her reach around my hips to my ass, a favorite of hers. She likes to comment on how shapely it is, I never really put much thought into it. But if she enjoys it, I’ll make sure to do my squats. I realize she is trying to go deeper and I take the hint and hold her down on me until she sputters and gags. Tears trickle down her cheeks as she catches her breath but I don’t let her go for long.

“So fucking beautiful when you cry for me, pretty girl,” I praised, shoving my cock back between her lips, chasing my release. My balls slap her chin and her nose is buried in my pubes. She has yet to tap on my hand, she must be enjoying this as much as I am. As that thought springs to mind, I feel the unmistakable tightening of my impending orgasm. “Gonna cum for you, baby. Fuck fuck fuuuuuck.”

She rewards me with an earth-shattering orgasm that has me weak at the knees. Snatched my soul straight through my cock on that one. Even as I heave a sigh of contentment, my cum still leaks from me. She is making sure not to waste a single drop and helps to tuck me back in. She stands to her full height and I wipe at the fallen tears on her face before capturing her lips.

What I can’t manage to verbalize, I try and push through my kiss. How much I enjoyed myself, that I don’t mind kissing after a blowjob, and how fucking lucky I am to have her be mine. We pull apart and I rest my forehead against hers.

“You are so fucking perfect. And that is not just the orgasm talking, trust me,” I say, laughing along with her when she has a giggling fit at my words.

“I think the orgasm might have a little bit to do with it,” she chuckles, kissing the corner of my mouth, “but either way, thank you, Daddy. Never thought I’d be called perfect.”

“Get used to it, I’ll make it my mission to get you to believe in your perfection.”

“The only thing I need to be perfect right now is my face. God forbid I go out there with dicksucking evidence. Tear stains and messy gloss? Not for long.” She pulls out a compact mirror and her lip gloss tube and gets to work.

I’m done stretching my limbs as she finishes up her face. I kiss her forehead and straighten myself before unlocking my door and walking her to her desk. Nina and Sophie exchange glances before simultaneously waving at me. I smile and nod my hello before whispering in Kam’s ear, making her laugh as I make my exit.

I get a call from Faye at the end of the day, wondering about visiting this week. I agree after she admits that she and Angie are fighting again. I let her know I will pick her up for dinner and she can stay as long as she needs.

After the call, I inform Kam about Faye staying over and that our usual after-work time would need to be rescheduled. She seemed upset for a moment but then smiled up at me and had me promise to have fun with Faye while she was over. I remember that she doesn’t have a relationship with her father as I have with Faye. She doesn’t want me to miss a single opportunity I can get with my daughter.

That’s only one reason I say she’s perfect. I have a new reason for every day I get to spend with her. And it only makes it easier to fall for her. But I’m 1000% fine with that.

Walter’s POV

Friday Evening

This week goes by like a tornado, fast and chaotic. Life with a teenage girl is like…actually no, there is nothing quite like having a teenage daughter. I have heard her yell at her mother over FaceTime for two hours straight. I’ve seen her scroll through TikTok at a ridiculous volume laughing her head off. I’ve had to talk her down from wanting to cut off all of her hair when her curls wouldn’t cooperate with her.

I have never been happier to drop her back off at home. As soon as I get back home, I kick off my shoes and melt into the couch. I send a couple of texts to Kam, checking to see if she is still awake. I know today was a long day for her with work and therapy.

Me: Back to an empty house

Me: How’s my Angel?

Kam: Missing Daddy 🥺

Me: My baby girl

Me: I miss you too

Me: I’m right here

The typing bubble starts and stops a few times before I see a new text appear, and it stops me in my tracks.

Kam: I need Daddy here

Kam: [image sent]

Me: Fuck

Me: Look at that pretty little pussy

Me: Does baby need Daddy’s cock?

Me: You ready for that?

Kam: [video sent]

I click on the video she sends and my dick swells. My sweet Princess sends me a video of her playing with that flawless cunt of hers while calling out for Daddy to fuck her. I’m putting on my shoes and coat in record time. With keys in hand, I send another series of texts.

Me: Daddy is on his way

Me: I’ll be there in about ten

Me: Keep playing with that perfect pussy for me

Me: Get it nice and wet

Me: NO CUMMING, is that clear?

I wait with bated breath for her to respond.

Kam: Yes, Daddy

Kam: Need Daddy inside me please

I can hear her little whimper as if she said it aloud, reaching to squeeze my dick to calm it down.

Me: Daddy is in the truck already

Me: Ten minutes baby

Me: Then you’re all mine

I drive for the next eight minutes and thirty-eight seconds. I may have ignored some speed signs and lights, but I honestly couldn’t care less. I’m out of the truck and walking up the steps of her apartment building, lucky that someone was coming out at the same time. I raise my fist to knock on the door when it opens. A panting Kam greets me, a light sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead and neck.

“I followed your location, you got here fast!” she gushed, pulling me into her apartment and closing the door behind me. I notice her satin nightie that leaves little to the imagination and I pounce on her.

Reaching in to cup her face, I slot our lips together. We both smile into the kiss when we feel a little spark as our lips join, no doubt from our feet shuffling on her carpeting. As my hands wander, I pull back from the kiss.

“Scene break, baby,” I insist, watching as Kam steadies herself to pay attention, “Now, I wanna make sure of a few things before we do this. I need to know if you still want this. I also need to know if you need Daddy or you need Sir.”

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself before answering, “I want this and I need this. I need Daddy to beat this pussy up. Please?”

Instead of answering, I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me. I carry her to the bedroom and put her down. I take off my layers and she watches, patiently kneeling on her bed. Once I’m down to just my pants, I crawl onto the bed and my brain registers there is music playing. As I kiss her, I listen to the lyrics.

‘Love me at the ungodly hour

I don't have the time

To teach you how to love all over again

And let me ask you this

Are you givin' all that you could give?

Once you get it right

Baby, just know I want you here, come here

Right here’

I push through the raw emotion this song brings up and bring myself back to the present. I lay on my back and turn to Kam. “Come sit on Daddy’s face, baby,” I instruct, stopping to remind her of my rule with that, “And you sit down on Daddy’s face. I promise Daddy can take it.”

Her smile is so brilliant, like a lighthouse. My beacon. She sits down on my face, following directions so well for me. Her delicious nectar is coating her pussy and has me already ready to fuck into her, but I have to make her cum at least once before I’m inside her. I hold her open as I lick and suck at her, silently proud of her as she doesn’t touch me without permission.

Pretty soon, I have her right where I want her. She’s babbling and begging to cum, her hips rocking against my mouth. I reach down, pulling my throbbing cock free, and allow her to take me into her mouth. As I tell her to cum for me, I feel her moan around me, the vibration going through me like a tremor. I moan around her clit and she loses it. I watch as her walls contract around nothing and my cock twitches in her mouth.

I help her sit up and lay down next to me, taking off my last layer and helping her out of her nightie. Fuck, those beautiful tits look delectable. I lean down, burying my face between them as Kam pushes them together. I tell her how much I love these tits but it comes out in a mumble causing her to laugh. I lean up and smile down at her as I reach down to rub the head of my cock along her folds. Her laugh dies in her throat as he eyes roll up in her head.

“Are you ready for Daddy, baby girl?” I challenged, pressing the tip in just slightly.

“Wait,” she yelps, and I stop and wait for her to continue, “I’m just nervous…and I really wanna do this. And I already told you about having that awkward talk with Yada about using condoms. And we both got tested and I have an IUD so I don’t have anything to worry about. But yet, here I am.”

“I want you to know I am not going anywhere. Whether or not we have sex tonight or ever. Whether or not we have an…’accident’. I know this can be daunting, being with someone after so long. Trust me, I am right there with you. But one thing that makes it not so scary is that it’s you. I care about you so much, and I can tell you care about me. And the fact that I get to experience any level of intimacy with you is a gift. But this? This is a big step. And as ready as I am, I want you to match me. I don’t want you to have any doubt about anything, baby. Least of all, how well I’m going to take care of you.” I finish, suddenly feeling like I had just rambled on as my dick throbs and hangs between my legs.

“I want this. I want you. You make me feel so safe. And I wanna feel all of you, nothing between us,” she confessed, her hands finding mine, “You always know just what to say to make me feel better. I love that about you.”

“What can I say? You inspire me to be better, baby. Now, where were we?” I ask, raising her left hand to my lips to kiss. While she is trying to hide her obvious enjoyment of my gesture, I slip my hands under her knees and pull her closer to me. The look of surprise on her face is enough to send a warm feeling through me.

I hold her right leg over my shoulder and place my left hand on her face as I lean down to kiss her. As our lips touch, I slap my cockhead on her clit. I am rewarded when she opens her mouth to moan directly into mine. Collecting some of her moisture, I line myself up with her entrance and lock eyes with her as just the head disappears within her.

“Shit, Daddy. Fuck that dick is so big,” she moans, arching off the bed.

I pull out just enough and then slide back in further. “You want me to stop, or you gonna be a good girl and take it?” I dare, pulling out so just the head is in and slam back in deeper.

“Oooooh shit. I’ll be good, just please don’t stop,” she begs, moving her hands to her breasts.

I pull out again and thrust in until our hips are flush, her low moan rumbling through both of us. When I’m fully seated inside her, I lean in and kiss and nip at her neck. Using my right hand, I pull her left leg over my shoulder so I can lean down on both hands.

I angle my hips so I can start a rhythm digging out this pussy. I change the focus of my lips from her neck to her mouth and kiss her passionately as I begin to pound into her. My tongue mingles with hers and my cockhead and her cervix become friends.

“Fuck, baby. This fucking pussy is perfect,” I grunt, watching my cock disappear over and over into her, “Who’s pussy is this, baby girl?”

“It’s yours, Daddy,” she sobs, unshed tears at the corners of her eyes.

“Yes, baby,” I coo, reaching up and holding the back of her head, “Now, fucking cry for me.” I pull out harshly and start a punishing stroke inside her. Her cries mix with her moans and soon, I feel the fluttering of her walls around me for the first time. I fuck her through her orgasm and have to praise her. “Such a good girl, taking Daddy’s cock. Creaming all over it too.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she beams, her hands roaming down my chest to rest on my hips, “Want you to hit from the back now, please?”

I growl, pulling out and flipping her over on her hands and knees. “Ass up, head down, baby girl.” She gets in position and I can’t believe how lucky I am. She is all mine, and I am hers.

She wiggles her hips, no doubt to get my attention…as if I could forget she was here. I massage her ass lightly before landing a few slaps upon her ass. I lean down to place kisses and bites before I lean up and enter her swiftly, gripping her hips, her welcoming warmth like coming home after a long day.

While picking up the pace, I revel in the sounds our bodies make. Almost like a round of applause and my exhibitionism kink raises its head for the first time in ages. The thought of fucking her in the mirror is floating through my mind at high-speed. For now, let’s just focus on this experience.

“Fuck this pussy just like that Daddy,” she whines, and her back arches, allowing me a new angle to pound her g-spot over and over until I feel her squirt all over my cock and balls.

“Fuck! And I thought it couldn’t get any fucking hotter than you squirting on my hand, baby girl,” I hum, slapping her ass hard enough to make her yelp, “Fuck you’re gonna make me cum in this pussy so fucking hard.”

“Yes, please cum inside me Daddy. Breed this fucking pussy, please!” she pleads, and what can I do but give her what she needs.

I lean forward and wrap my arm around her neck, pulling her back against my chest. “My sweet baby. Beg for Daddy’s cum like a good girl.”

“Fuck, please Daddy. I need it. Need to feel it filling me up,” she urges, and I can hear the tears in her voice before I see them roll down her cheeks, “My pussy was made for your cum. Just want you to keep me always full of you,” she moans, reaching back to grab a fistful of my hair before she fucking decimates me, “Please, Daddy, fuck a baby into me.”

I have never been hit with an orgasm quite as hard as the one I am experiencing right now. To say I saw explosions behind my eyelids would be an understatement. I saw galaxies being born, or were they dying? My ears perk up at a loud sound that I come to realize is my own moaning as I fill Kamaria with my release. I continue to fuck into her in what can only be considered muscle memory. I also don’t remember falling forward onto her back, but I’m currently holding her down.

My cock is softening inside of her and it feels like I’m pushing wet rope at this point. I pull out of her and watch as she leaks with the evidence of my orgasm. I get off the bed, going to the bathroom and grabbing a towel to clean our bodies. When I come back to her, she is on her back and smiling lazily at me. I reach down and wipe away my cum, making sure to be gentle with her now swollen netherlips. I throw the towel over my shoulder and head back to the bathroom to empty my bladder.

Once I’m done, she enters and uses the bathroom after me. At this point, we’re more than comfortable being in the bathroom together. It’s just another bonding experience for us.

We go back to the bedroom, change the sheets, and lay down under the blankets. She cuddles into my side and I wrap my arms around her. I debate bringing up the ‘baby’ line but I’ll let her slide for now. I mean, it was the perfect thing to say and I wasn’t expecting it at all. It excited me. And I am not ready to have that conversation with myself yet so I won’t.

I kiss her forehead and slide to my side so I can spoon her. “So, how did this old man do?” I query, holding her close to me.

“Bruh, you’re like five years older than me, at best, so if you’re old then I’m old. And I squirted on your dick, I think you did fucking amazing.” she replies, making me laugh in her ear. “So, how did I do then?”

I lean up over her and lift her face to look into her eyes. “I can’t articulate the level of emotion I have for you right now, seeing as you stole my soul through my dick. But if you’re patient, I will try to tell you later.”

“I can be patient, but don’t make me wait too long to hear it,” she informs, making it sound like she was waiting for me to say something specific, like a certain phrase. I shake the thought from my head, not ready to believe that she is ready to hear that.

Instead of thinking too long about that, I smile down at her and lay down on her breasts while she plays with my hair. I love this. I love laying with her in silence as we just breathe. I love the way she always finds a way to make me laugh at something when I’ve had a long day. I know where my brain is going with this train of thought and I don’t even care because it’s the truth.

I love her.

Chapter 6

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HUNGER (conclusion)

VAMPIRE DARK WALTER MARSHALL AU X READER

READER X OC JENN / READER X OC NINA / READER X OC ALESHA / COMBINATIONS OF JENN X NINA X ALESHA

WARNINGS: NON-CON/VAGINAL SEX (F/F AND F/M)/ANAL SEX (F/F)/ORAL SEX (F/F AND M/F)/VIOLENCE/DEATH/BLOOD DRINKING/HORROR

AN ONLYFANS LIVE STREAM AT THE INFAMOUS MARSTEN HOUSE GOES HORRIBLY WRONG.

This is a hot fucking mess. I really wanted to post it before or on Halloween but that didn't happen. So I'm posting this part tonight and will post the ending tomorrow night. I apologize for any mistakes, I was typing in a hurry.

AS ALWAYS THIS IS STRICTLY 18+

I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes. I wanted to make sure I got this posted tonight.

PART ONE

“Have you seen to her companions?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Very good Mr Pronge.”

Even though the trance was fading you kept your eyes closed, limbs slack, suspended in Alesha’s former position, listening to the men speak behind you.

“With your permission I’d like to have the whore with the big titties.”

A grim laugh was uttered.

“Try not to make a mess this time.”

“Of course Master.”

Muted footsteps shuffled down the hallway.

“I know you’re awake.”

You startled, jerking frantically at the bindings.

“Did you have a pleasant rest?”

His breath on the back of your neck was sour, fetid, a combination of damp earth, rotted flesh and, oddly, vanilla.

“Where are my friends? What did you do to them you sick fuck!”

Pain exploded as Walter bit down on your neck, pointed teeth breaking the skin.

The pull of his mouth threatened to overwhelm you.

You felt yourself floating, fire radiated from the bite, pooling between your legs.

“Sorry, Love. I couldn't help myself. I’ve smelled your scent since you drove up.”

He caressed your ribcage with his icy fingers.

“Your friends have been made comfortable. Except for Alesha. My human associate has taken a liking to her.”

He tsked.

“She’ll wish he hadn’t.”

“You, you won’t get away with this,” you screamed, “Thousands of people know we’re here. They’ll have the cops looking for us.”

“Due to technical difficulties the rest of the live stream is canceled. We’ll let ya’ll know a new time and date when we get back to fucking civilization. Sorry Kits and Kats.”

Jenn’s words spilled from her phone.

You gasped, “How…..”

“Mr Pronge is a fountain of information.”

Walter’s hand cupped your breast.

“Your cellular phones will show you left here at approximately 11pm. Your car and personal belongings will be found in a ditch outside of Chamberlain, along with alcohol and assorted opioids. It will be assumed the four of you, drunk and under the influence, wandered off. The police will search, of course, but the woods are dangerous, full of deadfalls and sinkholes. In a year or two a hunter may stumble on skeletal remains. Or not. Mr Pronge is very reliable.”

Tears sprang to your eyes.

“No, this, this is just a dream, a fucked up dream, not real, just a dream..not..”

Walter turned you towards him, lifting your chin.

“I assure you, this is very real.”

“Why?”

You were sobbing now, vision clouded.

“Why? Because you wanted this. Why else would you be here.”

“We’re sorry, so so sorry. Just let us go. We, we won’t tell anyone.”

He dropped to his knees, slinging your leg over his shoulder.

“We both know it’s too late for that.”

You shrieked when he bit down on the tender skin of your inner thigh.

“Oh God, please, please stop.”

Lifting your other leg, spreading you wide, he grinned.

“There is no God here, Only me.”

Your body bucked as he lapped at your cunt.

His tongue was freezing, like a twin popsicle.

The thrill of it against your heated folds was unlike anything you’d ever experienced.

Walter swept your nub, catching the sensitive tip, his canine prinking the delicate skin, the pulling sensation forcing you to orgasm with a jolt.

He lashed your clit recklessly, licking between the swollen lips.

A thumb replaced his tongue, swiping, while he pushed two digits in, puncturing the other thigh.

He tore orgasm after orgasm from you, alternating his hand and mouth at your core, blood and slick staining his beard, running rivulets down your legs.

Body limp, arms numb, your head fell forward.

Despite the crisp Autumn air you were drenched in sweat.

You felt Walter’s cock at your entrance.

“Please no, no…”

He ignored your pleas, wrapping your legs around his hips, his hands supporting your ass.

In one violent shove he impaled you.

His cock was huge, cold, unyielding as granite, stretching you beyond reason.

Walter gave you no time to adjust, thrusting with preternatural speed.

“It hurts….plea….please stop..”

Capturing a nipple, he pierced your breast.

It seemed like eternities passed, your body ragged out and torn, drained.

You fought the twelfth impending orgasm that now brought more pain than pleasure.

“I WILL NOT BE DENIED.”

The command echoed in your head.

Your nerve endings fired, sending tendrils of ecstasy outward.

Every sense was heightened, dissolving you into a delirious mess of longing.

Keening, you tightened your legs, desperate to force him deeper.

He pistoned faster, nipping and sucking your exposed flesh.

“NO..NO..NO..,” You wailed, unsure if it was in denial of the impending crash or a last ditch effort to save your soul.

Tremors built in your belly.

Walter’s fingers found your nub, circling the tender flesh.

You came with a gut wrenching cry, body shaking with uncontrollable spasms.

Barely conscious, you felt his hips falter.

With a grunt, Walter came, slamming into you as he rode out the tremors.

Vaguely you wondered at the warm liquid filling you up, dripping from your center.

The image flitted away, brain recoiling at the possibilities.

Gently he freed your arms, gathering you close.

An unfamiliar electricity clawed along your veins.

He kissed your forehead.

“Sleep. Later we will visit your companions.”

Your eyelids heavy, visions of writhing bodies bathed in blood danced behind them.

An awful, unholy hunger grew.

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Cheerios

Matt Murdock x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: matt being worried, talks of fisk, you being worried, lots and lots of worry

Author’s Note: this is a one off im just really really excited/nervous for matt to be back and wrote myself a comfort fic lmao (for future, this was written BEFORE he makes an appearance in she hulk so things will be incorrect lol)

Summary: Matt tells you about She-Hulk and you start to worry that he’s going all commercial.

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Sometimes Hell’s Kitchen felt like a very large place. From one end to the other it wasn’t actually that big. You were pretty sure anyway, you had never actually asked anyone. The only person you would ask is Matt and though he couldn’t see it you knew he would know the answer to a relative degree of certainty.

When you walked to your work from Matt’s office, it was about a 20 minute walk.

Matt thought that was a very long walk.

You insisted it actually wasn’t that bad at all. You were often in busy streets with plenty of people. You did the walk in the daylight. You had your taser, that Matt had graciously gifted you, on you at all times.

You argued that the walk from your shared apartment was even further but he was having none of it.

“Don’t try and slip out of here!” Matt called from inside the confinements of his and Foggy’s small office. You had grabbed your purse and started to leave. He must know the time and also managed to hear you grabbing your things. Typical.

“Matt,” you said gently, putting your hand on the door frame between rooms. “I have to go to work. It happens five days a week. It’s a schedule that people with actual jobs have.”

“I have an actual job,” he said, clicking his pen and then gently sitting it down. He wasn’t angry or annoyed. He was facing you, eyebrows raised a bit. “Why won’t you let me walk you?” he questioned.

“Because it would be a 40 minute break for you and a whole long walk you absolutely don’t need to do.”

“I could use the workout.”

“Uh huh Matt. Sure.” You rolled your eyes and started to back out and he moved his seat back like he was going to get out of it. You could have sprinted out the door and down the stairs and he still would’ve beat you.

Truth be told, you liked how much he worried about you. Though you thought it was overbearing sometimes, you couldn't exactly blame him. With his line of work, he had plenty of casualties. Both lines.

“Use a sick day,” he said. He was standing now, hands in his jacket pockets.

“Matty,” you muttered. It was just the two of you in the office right now. Foggy was off getting lunch for him and Matt. Karen was back at the newspaper for the moment. You were technically doing secretary jobs on top of your actual job. You didn’t mind that much. You liked to help and you loved the office. “I’m not sick.”

“I could use your help here.”

“You have Foggy for help.”

“Yeah but I could use four working eyes,” he said. You huffed and crossed your arms.

“I only have so much leave you know.”

“You overwork yourself.” You crossed your arms and leaned your side against the doorframe again.

“You wanna tell me the real reason I’m not allowed to go outside right now?”

He faced the desk again, clearing his throat. You waited patiently.

“Fisk is back in the streets. Or, his men are. I need a handle on that before you go out and do things by yourself.” It had been the thing stressing him out beyond belief since everyone came back from the blip. Fisk had overtaken the streets again. Nothing to fear when the man without fear wasn’t around anymore.

You squinted.

“That’s not it. Stop lying.” Matt smirked a bit, lips twitching. He’d always been proud of the way you could read him. You were the best at it.

“I ran into She-Hulk.”

You opened your mouth a bit in surprise. You closed it but just as quickly opened it.

“I assume you didn’t run into Jennifer Walters in her office.” He smiled gently.

“No.”

“Good. Great. Now you’re having run-ins with public superheroes. What’s next? Matt Murdock’s gonna defend Wong in court? Daredevil gonna team up with Hawkeye’s new prodigy?”

“This isn’t a bad thing.”

You took a step forward. The step was fueled by the innate need you had to protect him. If no one else was going to do it, you were. You made it your (third) job. At the end of the night, Matt Murdock needed to come home to a safe bed with someone he trusted.

“Daredevil is a masked superhero for a reason. He isn’t an avenger, he isn’t a Asgardian, he isn’t part of the galaxy fuck ups. She-Hulk could be a stepping stone to something too big.”

“You aren’t Daredevil,” he reminded you.

“No, I’m Daredevil’s keeper,” you told him. You took another step towards him so you could touch him. You were late for work. It didn’t feel like you were going in today. You held his hand gingerly. “I don’t want them to ruin you. I won’t stand to watch Daredevil have his own cereal or do press junkets.” He intertwined your fingers slowly.

“That’s not why I brought her up.”

“There’s more?”

“She’s been having issues with a lot of interesting threats. Public threats. It’s too dangerous out there right now,” he said deeply. “There are a whole host of people that could kill you without thinking. I won't have that.”

“What do you suggest I do then?”

“Let me walk you.”

“And if they try and kill you?”

“They won’t win the fight,” he promised, squeezing your hand. “As for your other concerns,” he started, “I won’t do any cereal sponsoring. Unless it’s Cheerios. I do really like Cheerios.”

“Oh my God you would bend your will to Cheerios? Not like, Lucky Charms or something?”

“Too sugary.”

“Jesus Matt.” You both laughed gently.

“I imagine Matt Murdock is going to run into Jennifer Walters one day but Daredevil is safe right now having a strict working relationship with her.”

“I wasn’t worried about that,” you promised. “I’m worried that you’re gonna become commercial. Is that selfish?”

“No.” He said it so simply that you didn’t feel bad for it. “I’ll stay small town. I think the aliens are a little too much for me.” You smiled at that. He was good at making you feel better.

“You promise me?”

“I promise you.”

You nodded, satisfied. He brought you to his chest and you wrapped your arms around him happily. You pressed your cheek against him and breathed deeply.

“You staying?”

“Yes I’m staying. Just today!” He smiled brightly, dipping his face down to kiss you pleasantly. You giggled against the kiss and let him go. “I’m not making a habit of it alright?”

“I hear you, I hear you.”

The front door opened. Foggy shut it behind him.

“I sure hope there’s only one person in here and not someone who has been wrongly peer pressured to stay!” he called.

“Hi Foggy,” you said sheepishly.

“Dammit. You know you’re a distraction. He can’t even see you but he stares at you.” He put down lunch. “Lucky for you, I knew this was gonna happen. So I got lunch for three.” You scoffed, smiling brightly. “You tell her about Hulk Girl?”

“She-Hulk,” Matt corrected.

“Thank you Foggy Nelson. I should’ve dated you,” you said, opening up the bags. “And yes he did.”

“You should have. I’m a lot more fun and also I have way less people trying to kill me on the regular.” “I don’t know, some bartenders try on the regular,” Matt argued.

“What did you think about his whole thing?” Foggy asked, ignoring Matt.

“I don’t like it. She’s not like Jessica or Luke. They’re town folk, She-Hulk…she’s city. All city.”

“We live in the city,” Matt said.

“You know what I mean,” you said. “Matt promised he wouldn’t go all Avengers on us though.”

Matt opened up the bags, feeling around for the boxes and bringing them out.

“Well when he promises you we know he means it. When he promises me he’s bound to go and do it.”

“I went to the bar once in college without you-” Matt started.

“We cannot hash up old arguments you know you’ll never win Matt.” You giggled, opening up the boxes. “You gonna do paperwork for us today?” Foggy asked, nudging you.

“I really should be formally employed here. I think I’m pulling my weight,” you argued.

“Not a bad idea. Would eliminate that 20 minute walk,” Matt pointed out. You rolled your eyes.

“I should have a partner at this law firm interview me.” Foggy had eaten a whole bite of noodles.

“Role play opportunity,” he said through chewing, pointing his fork at you and Matt. You both laughed. Matt sat back down as you slid him one of the waters. You sat beside him. He put a hand on your thigh. Sometimes he sacrificed his hand, causing him to just eat with one, solely because he wanted to touch you. Know you were there. If he couldn’t see you, he could at least have that.

“For the record,” he started, “I would never go commercial. It isn’t in my blood to have cereal boxes with me on it,” he promised, squeezing his hand on your thigh.

“Unless it’s Lucky Charms,” Foggy said while chewing.

“That’s what I said! See Matt!”

“I won’t be doing Lucky Charms just to spite the two of you now.”

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagines #marvel imagines #daredevil imagines #matt murdock x fem!reader #daredevil x reader #daredevil x fem!reader

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creoterative · 8 months

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A lot of Paul and Reggie Quotes

Yes, I adore these two. They are on the very top of my favorite character list and I mean it. They've been there the whole time, since I started this bloggy thing, since I started to watch TV, since I got my first DS with Pokémon Diamond, it's just... yeah, I love them. So, more Paul and Reggie appreciation!

Paul: Hey, what’s the name of the guy who lives down the hall? Reggie: His cats' names are Walter and Rose. Paul: That's not what I asked. Reggie: That is all the information I have.

Paul: I’m terrible at expressing myself. Reggie: Don’t worry, actions speak louder than words! Paul: Yes, but my actions are also bad.

Reggie: You gave me up, you let me down, you turned around, and deserted me. Paul: But did I make you cry? Reggie: *cries on the spot* Paul: ...Shit.

Reggie: N... No! Paul: A fair rebuttal. However, consider this counterpoint: Y... Yes???

Reggie: Can I have a private talk with you? Paul: Okay, as long as it’s not about tampons because I just don’t understand them.

Paul: I taught the dog a new trick. *throws ball* Fetch! Dog: *just stands there* Reggie: He didn’t do it. Paul: I taught him to ignore social conventions and think for himself.

Paul: Why do humans have different blood groups? Reggie: So mosquitoes can enjoy different flavors.

Paul: Ah ready for another fantastic day of being better than Reggie.

Reggie: Paul, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason. Paul, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than his size: Spooky.

Reggie: What is wrong with you? Paul: Many, many things... Paul: And most of them are your fucking fault.

Reggie: Paul, I need some advice. Paul: You need advice from ME? Reggie: Yeah, frightening, isn't it?

*Reggie and Paul are planning to break in somewhere* Reggie: We need to distract the guards. Paul: Right. Reggie: What are we gonna do? Paul: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes. Reggie: Paul: Reggie: Deal.

Reggie: So I’m the only one around here who can clean up, huh? You can't even lift a finger? Paul: Do I get to pick the finger?

Reggie: Silence is golden. Paul: Duct tape is silver.

Reggie: How’s practice going? Paul: Terrible. I want to stab everybody there. Reggie: Okay, just don’t get any blood on your clothes. Paul: …you shouldn’t be condoning this. Reggie: Don’t tell me how to live my life.

Reggie: Fellas, I gotta know for science. Is the opposite of red green or blue? Paul: Technically a mix of green and blue? Reggie: So blurple. Paul: That's implying you're mixing blue and purple. Reggie: Would you rather have fucking bleen? MOTHERFUCKING GRUE? Paul: You were confusing before but now I'm scared.

Reggie: I have a problem. Paul: Kill it. Reggie: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

Paul: What has the galaxy ever done for you?! Why would you wanna save it?! Reggie: Cause I’m one of the idiots who lives in it!

Reggie, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha. Paul: Do you think other people can’t hear you?

Paul, grinning: I have a knife! Reggie: Put it down, Paul. Paul: Make me! *sprints away*

Paul: Hey, Reggie. These candies you gave me? They sucked. Reggie: But you ate them all. Paul: I had to make sure they all sucked.

Paul: I will beat all of you in Rock, Paper, Scissors. You go first. Reggie: Rock. Paul: Paper.

Paul: Reggie, I want a bedtime story! Reggie: I’m busy, Paul. I’ll tell you one tomorrow. Paul: If you don’t tell me a story, I won’t go to bed! Reggie: Once upon a time, there was a person named Paul, who always wanted things their way. One day, their friends got sick of it and locked them in the basement for the rest of their life. Everyone else lived happily ever after. The end. Paul: I don’t like these stories with morals.

Paul: Do crabs think people walk sideways? Reggie: ...Paul, what the hell.

Reggie: You know me, Paul, I don’t take any shit. You know what I say to my haters? Paul: What? Reggie: I say: “Please don’t hate me, I’m really nice.”

Reggie: What the hell is wrong with you? Paul: I have this weird self-esteem issue where I hate myself but still think I’m better than everyone else.

Reggie: When do you usually go to sleep? Paul: Whenever I collapse is entirely up to the gods.

Reggie: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time. Paul: *cracks knuckles* Manslaughter it is!

Reggie: Try not to roll your eyes at me. Paul: I don't have pupils.

Reggie: Please, Paul, after everything we’ve been through together. You can’t do this. Paul: I’m sorry Reggie. Reggie: I’m begging you. Don’t do it. Paul: It has to be done. Reggie: Paul: Reggie: Paul: *Places +4* Uno.

*while waiting outside the principal’s office* Paul: What are you in for? Reggie: Oh, they just want to know if it’s cool if I miss my classes tomorrow to run sound and lights for a presentation in the auditorium. What about you? Paul: I stabbed a kid with a screwdriver. Reggie: Reggie: Reggie: We live very different lives. Paul: Yes we do.

Paul: Man, I’m gonna get fat if you keep feeding me all these chips and junk! Reggie: I’M NOT! I was eating them and you took them. Paul: You said I should try some! Reggie: I said they were good. Paul: That’s not how I heard it.

Paul: Yeah, I don’t like people. Reggie: Oh, well now that’s not fair Paul. Have you met all of them? Paul: I’ve met enough of them. People. What a bunch of bastards!

Computer: Please enter a password. Paul: *types in Reggie* Computer: Your password is too weak. Paul: How fucking DARE YOU-

Paul: *Hugs Reggie from behind* Paul: *Tucks Reggie's hair behind their ear* Paul, whispering: Eat all the frosted animal crackers again and they'll never find your body.

Reggie: Might I make a suggestion you possibly won’t like? Paul: Do you make any other kind?

Paul: Why should I make my bed, when I'm just gonna unmake it to sleep in it anyways? Reggie: Why should I feed you if your just gonna die anyways? Paul: Paul: I'll go make my bed-

Reggie: Where have you been all day? Paul: Oh, just dealing with things way beyond my maturity level.

Reggie: You know what? Let’s give it a go. What’s the worst that could happen? Paul: Humiliation, embarrassment, fire, explosions, collisions, tears, nudity and death.

Reggie: I'm having problems with a guy... Paul: Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?

Paul: *pulls back the curtain while Reggie is showering* Paul: Hey did we - stop screaming it’s me - did we run out of Cheerios?

Paul: What if I lied this whole time and I'm actually 18? Reggie: Paul, stop trying to get drugs. Paul: Don't suppress my interests.

Paul, very tired: Can I sleep in your bed? Reggie: *half asleep* Paul, this is a queen-sized bed. That means it’s for *gestures vaguely to themself* the Queen.

Reggie, wiping tears from their eyes: If you love someone, set them free. If they come back, it’s meant to be… Paul: I’m literally just going to the store.

Paul: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT! Reggie: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone. Paul: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch? Reggie: Somehow that's worse.

Paul: Reggie, what are you doing tomorrow? Reggie: Having my day ruined by whatever you’re about to ask me to do.

Reggie: I can’t tell if you’re a genius or just incredibly arrogant. Paul: Well, on a good day, I’m both.

Reggie: Hey Paul, do you have any hobbies? Paul: Swimming.. Reggie: Really? That’s cool. I never expected you to- Paul: In a pool of self hatred and regret.

*Reggie and Paul are texting* Reggie: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste. NONE. Paul: I got spring water. Reggie: NO! Paul: With EXTRA minerals! Paul: It’s like licking a stalagmite! Reggie: DON’T COME HOME! Paul: Mmmmmm, cave water.

Paul: If I was married to you I would put poison in your coffee. Reggie: If I was married to you I’d drink it.

Reggie: Seriously, Paul, how many people would you have killed if we’d asked you to? Paul: That’s not important Reggie: I DISAGREE.

Reggie: So we're gathered here today for a very special reason and I think you'll all agree with me here. Reggie: And if you don't well then fuck you. Reggie: I'm looking at you, Paul, you jealous mop.

Reggie: Paul, please calm down. Paul: I asked for two large fries! Paul: *dumps fries onto table* Paul: But all they did was give me a MILLION FUCKING LITTLE ONES!

Paul: You’re kind of a pushover, aren’t you, Reggie? Reggie: …I’m sorry. Paul: See!? That’s exactly what I’m talking about!

Reggie: Dammit, Paul, you ruined everything! Paul: You’re welcome.

Reggie: Remember what I told you. Paul: Don’t be a cunt.

Reggie: This is a very powerful artifact. You’d be messing with some forces we don’t fully understand. Paul: That sounds like a dare to me. Reggie: Oh my god.

Reggie: Are you this rude to everyone?! Paul: Yup. Paul: Don't think you're special.

Reggie: Guess what I'm about to get! Paul: On my nerves.

Paul: I feel like I can be myself around you. Reggie: You’re weird and quiet around me. Paul: Yes.

Reggie: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK! Paul: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

Reggie: Is that a gun?! Paul: It's not what it looks like! Reggie: It looks like a gun! Paul: Okay, maybe it is what it looks like, but in my defense, it doesn't have anymore bullets, so I technically can't shoot it anymore. Reggie: ...ANYMORE?!

Reggie: Paul! This soup is flaccid! Paul: LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN?!

Reggie: What are you eating? Paul: You wouldn't like it, it's really salty. Reggie: I like you, don't I?

Paul: Reggie? You just drove through a stop sign without stopping. Reggie: I'll stop twice on the way back.

#pokemon anime #pokemon paul #pokemon shinji #pokemon reggie #pokemon reiji #diamond and pearl #pokemon incorrect quotes

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 11 months

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🧸Mikey

Sunday dinner

Masterlist

A/N: I feel the need to apologize for this. It was supposed to be a comfort fic, I know, but instead we get a whole lot of angst and not a lot of comfort. We're still in the babybro!Mikey AU, and it maybe helps a little to have read Astraphobia (shameless self promo, I know)

(This was written from a promt from this ask game!)

Characters: Walter Marshall, littlebrother!Mikey

Summary: Walter visits Mike in his dorm after the death of their mother.

Word count: 600

Warnings: Angst. Lots of hurt, very little comfort. Parent death. Whole lot of grief.

“Bear?” I take the fluffy dog Walter is holding out to me. Fucking hell, I haven’t seen this thing in years!

“It… eh… I found him at mom’s place.” Walter swallows hard. ‘Mom’s place’. It sounds so silly now. There is no ‘mom’s place’ anymore. There is no ‘mom’. “Thought you might… I don’t fucking know, man.”

“Come in.” I step aside to let him past me. There’s not a lot of room to move, it’s a dorm room after all. He takes my desk chair, I fall back onto my bed, crushing Bear against my chest. It’s obvious we’re both going to cry at some point. Now, it’s just a matter of who goes first. Won’t be me. Can’t be me. Fuck. It’s me.

I didn’t sleep at all for two nights, then I cried myself to sleep the next two. Suffice to say, I’m not in a good place right now. My whole afternoon was lost to thinking about how I’d keep myself from spiraling tonight. Because tonight is Sunday night – and on Sundays, I always went home to have dinner with my mom. And now I can’t do that, because mom. is. gone.

“I can’t believe I bailed on dinner last week,” Walter says. Now that he isn’t at a loss for words, his voice sounds about as hoarse as I imagine mine to be. “Didn’t even have a good excuse. Tired from a long shift, that was it.”

“She called me an hour before she… I hung up on her. Figured I’d call her back after basketball practice.” Obviously I never got the chance. Both of us stay quiet for a very long time. Sometimes one of us cries, sometimes we both do, but we don’t say a word, and neither of us moves. After about an hour, Walter gets up.

“I should probably get going,” he says softly. Somehow, the idea of him leaving hurts me. I’ve already lost my mom… I can’t lose my brother as well.

“Are we just never going to see each other anymore.” My voice is weak – weaker than I’d like it to be. Walter’s hand drops off the door handle.

“Why do you think that?” he asks softly. I can hear his voice breaking halfway through.

“You’re a lot older, and you moved out a while ago. And we only ever saw each other at mom’s place, and now mom’s gone and…” I don’t even know if there are more reasons for me to think that. The fact that we never really got along? Mom swore it was just because there are ten years between us, that things would get better as I got older… I just hope I’m gonna get a chance to find out she was right about that.

Walter looks at me for a second and then wraps me up in a hug. And not the cool, manly, bro kind of hug. No. A massive, brotherly, ‘we’re both fucking hurt’ kind of hug. When I sit back down on my bed, he sits next to me.

“I didn’t want to bring this up yet,” he says, “but I’ve been dealing with some of the legal stuff…” I’m about to get angry when he assures me he hasn’t been making any decisions without me.

“I don’t want to sell the house,” he says, explaining that she left it to us, I get a say in things, but he’d really like to move back there.

“On one condition,” I say hoarsely. “We have dinner together on Sundays.”

#walter marshall fanfiction #walter marshall #mike hellraiser #mike (hellraiser)#mike hellraiser fic #mike hellraiser drabble #walter marshall drabble #henry cavill characters #henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill

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catierambles · 2 years

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Masks Ch.8

Pairing: The Rogues Gallery (Syverson, Mike, August, Walter, Geralt) x Sophie (OFC)

WC 1972

Warnings: A/B/O stuff and bondage but no smut yet

@liecastillo , @kmuir1 , @ms-betsy-fangirl , @kebabgirl67 , @themanfromu , @duckymomo-26 , @identity2212 , @mis-lil-red , @7eamfantasy

The others left the room, the door closing behind them, and she was alone with him, her heart pounding in her throat from the look he was giving her and the hand on her back. When he kissed her, it wasn’t as forceful as the last time, but he still took control quickly, his mustache rasping over her lip as he tilted his head, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Sophie pressed herself against him, one hand weaving in his hair as the other slid over the strong curve of his shoulder.

“I won’t be like the others.” August said against her lips as he pulled away from the kiss, “But if I cross a line, let me know and I’ll stop, got it?” She nodded and he pulled away from her. “Take off your clothes.” The authority in his voice should have set her on edge, but a shiver went down her spine and she did as she was told, pulling off her t-shirt and pushing her shorts and panties down her legs, stepping out of them. He circled her slowly as he took in her nude form, reaching out to run his fingertips over her skin lightly making her gasp. “Close your eyes.” She did and heard him doing something behind her, the sound of a lock clicking open and a zipper being pulled. She felt him at her back, brushing against her slightly. “Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?”

“I’m not calling you that.” She said and he snorted.

“Always so defiant.” He said, “Sir will suffice.”

“I’m not calling you that, either.”

“You will.” He whispered it in her ear making her breath hitch. It sounded more like a threat than a promise. His hands ran down her arms before wrapping his fingers around her wrists and pulling them behind her back.

“August, what’re you--” She stopped as she felt the soft fur against her skin, the tightening of straps and she heard the creak of leather as she pulled against the bonds. Sophie could feel another set brushing against the backs of her legs, the cold of metal against her skin and he ran his hands down and over her thighs, squeezing them gently.

“You know how long I’ve wanted you like this?” He asked, letting her feel him behind her.

“How long?”

“Since you first called me Donkey.” He said and she couldn’t help herself, she snorted at that and started to laugh, but it cut off as he tugged on the restraints as if reminding her of her current predicament. "I'm going to bury myself in you, so deep that it's all you're going to be able to think about. You can come as much as you want, in fact, I want you to, but then, when you can't take any more, I'm going to knot you. Understood?" The low, steady words made her chest heave. "Understood?"

"Yes." She said with a nod.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir." She felt him smirk against her hair.

"I told you you'd say it."

"Fuckin Donkey." She muttered but gasped as his hand came around her throat, pulling her back against his chest.

"What was that?"

"N-nothing."

"That's what I thought." August said and splayed his fingers over her stomach as the thumb of the hand around her throat pressed against her pulse point. "Now, you're going to--" There was a knock at the door and she felt him tense. "What?" He growled out.

"Uh, guys," It was Mike, "The um, cops are here and they have Omega Protective Services with them."

"Why the fuck would O.P.S be--" He stopped with another growl, "I should have ripped his fucking lungs out when I had the chance." He quickly undid the binds around her wrists, removing them and dropping them back in the bag. "Get dressed. They're going to want to talk to you." He left the room, opening the door only as much as he needed to to slip out and closing it behind him. She stood there a little while, taking in deep easy breaths before putting her pajamas back on and leaving her room.

There were a couple of uniforms in the living room along with a woman wearing a very professional-looking suit and they looked up at her as she emerged. They didn't react to the pheromones she was putting off, as most, if not all, cops and O.P.S workers were betas or nulls and therefore unable to detect them.

"Ms. Danvers," The woman said, stepping forward with her hand out and Sophie took it, shaking it briefly. "Thank you for talking with me during this trying time. We received an anonymous tip regarding your welfare and we have to investigate."

"I understand." She said and got a polite smile in return.

"I'll need to speak to Ms. Danvers alone." The woman said and the cops moved forward. August's hand curled around her wrist as Syverson's slid over her shoulder and she gave them a look.

"It's fine." She said.

"You sure?" Walter asked.

"Yeah, they're just doing their job. Go ahead and go into the kitchen, I'll let you know when we're done." Sophie said and the hands slid away, August giving her wrist a squeeze before he let go.

"Okay doll, we won't be far." Syverson said and she gave him a small smile as he pressed a brief kiss to her temple. She knew the case worker was watching the interaction carefully, trying to pick out any red flags.

“Why don’t we have a seat?” The worker said and they sat down on the couch next to each other, turning to each other to talk as the worker opened a file and clicked open a pen. “Ms. Danvers, we have you listed as an Alpha in our system, but the caller said you were an Omega?”

“I’m Alpha Passing,” Sophie said, “Presented as an Alpha at birth.”

“I see.” She said carefully, “Well, we’ll have to update our records then. Your heat first manifested itself at…”

“Twenty-six.” She said and the worker wrote that down.

“Based on your date of birth, you’ve had several since then, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Is this your first with them?”

“Yes.”

“When did you first come in contact with them?”

“We’ve known each other since we were kids, our families were close.”

“Were they aware of your…status?”

“No, they didn’t find out until recently.” Sophie said and she wrote that down as well.

“Why did you never tell them?” She asked and Sophie paused.

“That’s a bit personal.”

“Ms. Danvers, if you didn’t tell them because you feared for your safety, I have to know this.”

“It’s not because of that.” Sophie said quickly, “They thought I was an Alpha my whole life, I guess I didn’t want to tell them because I didn’t want to disrupt the status quo? In simplest terms.”

“I see.” She said, writing quickly. “What did you do for every heat prior?”

“I left. Told them I had trips for work that I needed to go on.” She said, “August was a real pain about it sometimes.”

“August…Walker?” The worker said, looking up at her and she nodded, seeing the worker flip through her papers until she came to August’s profile, a recent picture of him stapled to the corner.

“And the other members of the household are…” More paper flipping, “Mark Syverson, Michael Foster, Geralt Rivian, and Walter Marshall?”

“Soft G on Geralt’s name, not a hard J.” Sophie said and the worker gave her a tight smile.

“My apologies.” She said, “The caller mentioned Mr. Walker by name, and said he was very aggressive, almost violent.”

“Not with me.” Sophie said.

“Ms. Danvers, you have bruises on your arms.” She said and Sophie rubbed the fingertip bruises August had left on her when he grabbed her after Brandon had left.

“He’s an overbearing, overprotective, hypermasculine jackass, been that way since we were teens, but he would never hurt me intentionally.” Sophie said.

“And the others?”

“God no.” Sophie said, “They may mostly look tough and intimidating, especially Geralt with the um…eyes, but they’re all teddy bears.”

“Yes, I noticed that. His coloration is quite…striking.” The worker said and Sophie snorted.

“Yeah, it’s why I call him Wolf.” She said with a small smile.

“Do you have nicknames for all of them?”

“Except Syverson, I just call him Sy. But yeah, Mike is “Puppy”, Walter is “Bear”, Geralt is, like I said, “Wolf” and August is um…”Donkey”.”

“Donkey?” The worker asked, looking at her curiously.

“Yeah, because he’s a jackass.” Sophie said and the worker hid a snort behind her hand. “He hates that name, so I make sure to call him it every chance I get.”

“Ms. Danvers, I have to ask you.” The worker said, “Have any of them forced themselves on you since your heat started?”

“No, I initiated all of it.”

“Have any of them disregarded your wishes or made you feel uncomfortable?”

“No.”

“Do you feel safe with them?”

“I trust them with my life.” She said and the worker gave her another small smile. “There is one thing, though. The caller, you said they were anonymous?”

“Yes.”

“I think I know who it was. Brandon Lewis. We…spent time together during one of my previous heats. Once everything had settled, he gave me some weird vibes so I cut off contact. He showed up here earlier despite me never giving him my address.”

“Did he do anything?” The worker asked, writing down his name.

“No, he never made it into the house, the others made sure of that.” She said and the worker nodded.

“May I take a look at your room?” She asked and Sophie paused.

“It’s a little dirty.”

“I don’t mind.” She said, closing the folder, and Sophie hesitated but nodded and they got up from the couch, walking into her room. It smelled like sex and sweat and she knew that, noticing how the case workers eyes moved over the messy bed and many condom wrappers on the floor. She saw her head tilt slightly and she went over to the bag that August left on the floor, bending down and picking up the four-way restraint, letting it hang slightly before walking from the room. “It’s--! Shit.”

“Mr. Walker, if you could come out here please.” The case worker said, as he had left her room earlier before she had, and August along with the rest of them came from the back kitchen, the cops in tow. The worker held up the cuffs, hanging them from a finger and giving August a look.

“Oh shit.” Mike said, covering his mouth to stifle a laugh as Geralt reached into the pocket of his shorts and retrieved his wallet, pulling out a twenty and handing it to Syverson between his fingers without looking at him. August just went up to her, giving her a challenging stare as he took the restraints from her finger, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Sophie’s cheek without breaking eye contact. Sophie didn’t look at him, avoiding looking at anyone as she bit down on her bottom lip and shook her head.

“Will that be all?” August asked evenly and the case worker pulled out a card, handing it out to Sophie.

“Ms. Danvers, if you need anything, give me a call, okay?” Sophie took the card from her with a nod.

“Sy, walk them out.” August said.

“Yeah, I got it.” Syverson said and moved around them, walking the cops and the case worker out of the front door, closing and locking it behind them. When they were gone, August pulled the card from her hand and tore it in half, throwing it over his shoulder as he pushed her into the room, the door closing behind them.

#henry cavill #captain syverson #august walker #hellraiser mike #walter marshall #geralt of rivia #masks fic #My writing

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Oh, hi everyone! This is my blog where I will share with you my little fanfics about Keegan. At the moment, this is one of my works (don't judge too harshly)

My Soldier🫡❣️ (1 part)

An American military base located on the outskirts of the city, under heavy guard by the best of the best. In the center of the area there is a bright, two-story building, decorated with white and blue tiles. Large windows attracted the view, and numerous Military personnel were in a hurry in all directions. There was complete chaos going on in the area. The commanding voice of one Military man who, waving his arms, indicates what to do, another with the words “Yes, sir!” completes the task. He is clearly just a trainee, and he is far from the elite and he knows it. So he tries his best. A young girl, having just graduated from the University, somehow miraculously ended up at the invitation of her Uncle Admiral in the Military Unit. She couldn't refuse such an opportunity. And after passing the exam, she was undoubtedly accepted. The girl is tall, about 175 centimeters exactly, dark wavy hair just below her shoulders, and her eyes.. The eyes are something with something. Otherwise it would be called heterochromia. For one eye is sky blue, like the clearest ocean in the world. And the second is brown, like the freshest coffee, to which no milk has been added, gently pink lips, a straight nose and beautiful facial features. The Girl herself is no more than 25 but no less than 20, about 23 years old. On the one hand, she is thin and slender. On the other hand, strong and independent. It is with her strong, slightly inflated physique that the Girl catches the eyes of Men. However, the Lady does not seem to pay attention to this.

Going inside the building, where men in uniform were walking around everywhere. Jenna, finding a familiar silhouette in the crowd, smiled warmly and headed towards the outline. Coming closer, the young lady put her hand on the shoulder of a middle-aged man. By his appearance you can tell that it’s time for the Man to retire, but he’s still a lively guy. The man turned around and smiled joyfully......

------- Jenna! Glad to see you, dear!

The Man said enough and embraced the Girl in a light embrace.....

-------- And I'm glad to see you Uncle Walter!

The young lady hugged the man.....

-------- Glad that you will now become part of our Military team. I'm sure you'll like it here, especially since there are a lot of different guys here. Maybe you'll find someone for yourself.

The man playfully pushed Jenna on the shoulder, the Lady rolled her eyes a little and sighed heavily.......

-------- Uncle Walter, I will work here. I'm not looking for a betrothed.

-------- OK I understood. I won’t get too ahead of myself, but for good service I can send you somewhere else. Wherever you want!

--------- This is great news, Uncle!

--------- But I told you this in confidence. So let's forget. And let's go meet your colleagues.

--------- Are there any Girls there besides me?

--------- Of course not. Girls prefer to sit and wait near the fireplace in their house for Guys than to go serve. That's why you're one of the Girls in this squad.

The man patted Jenna on the shoulder and grinned. The girl clearly appreciated such humor. Later, coming outside, the Admiral pointed to a seemingly small boxing ring. Where training was carried out with 5 soldiers who were eager to kick each other's ass. The young lady examined the tactics of the maneuver with interest, clearly immersed in her thoughts. Five muscular, stunning men who just touched your soul......

------- Watch attentively.

The Man ordered and pointed to one of the soldiers.......

-------- This is Logan Walker. Son of Elias Walker and younger brother of David "Hash" Walker. When he passed all the tests on the battlefield, he became a member of the Ghost Squad after being rescued by Elias and the Ghost Squad itself. He is the right hand man of Keegan Russ. He is now 31 years old.

The man rubbed her chin and again pointed at one of the soldiers.....

--------- Keegan Russ, fighter of the "Ghosts" squad. He is the team's sniper. He is just as fluent in bilingualism as Logan. He is currently the captain of their team. He loves to be obeyed and does not tolerate obedience. Performed many successful operations. Moreover, despite his leadership, he is quite silent. And older than his operatives, he is 33 years old.

Jenna nodded understandingly, but in her head she was developing a plan on how to get Keegan to talk.......

--------David "Hash" Walker. Older brother of Logan Walker and son of Elias Walker. We have a whole dynasty of this family in our squad. Since he is older, he is 32 years old.

--------- Thomas Merrick. Or just Merrick. Another soldier of the Ghosts team.

--------- Why "Ghosts"?

The Young Lady asked.....

--------- Because they have stealth and incredible tactics. You will be with them.

-------- What?? Why??

Jenna said indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest.....

--------- You have been assigned here, remember, for your good service, I will send you somewhere else. Be patient a little and try to find a common language with the Guys. Especially with Keegan. He doesn't like it when there are girls in his room.

The young lady hissed in annoyance, because it would be difficult for her. Later the Admiral shouted and the Guys looked at the Man. He showed a gesture, and the Soldiers abandoned training and headed towards him. The girl froze in place, because she was not ready for this........

------- Meet the fighters, now this is your colleague. Jenna Anderson, recently graduated from the University and I hope you get along.

The man looked at Keegan, who was not particularly happy with Jenna. However, the Young Lady managed to discern feelings of Hatred and lack of trust in her light blue eyes through the mask. Which made the Lady feel uneasy. The man patted the Girl on the shoulder and smiled warmly. And then he soon disappeared from sight. Jenna sighed with relief, but a shiver ran through her body when one of the Guys approached her and bent over a little......

-------- So these are lenses? Or one of the regular operations to change eye color?

Merrick asked, looking into the Young Lady’s eyes.....

------- This is heterochromia.

The Girl answered in a calm voice. While inside her the world was falling away under her feet from the dark eyes of men.......

--------- OK. Listen, this is not a resort and the concept of “weekend” does not exist. Here we serve, and we don’t give any favors to anyone. The main thing is, try not to get in the way and not get into trouble. Today you are here, and tomorrow you are gone. It’s unlikely that anyone will come to help, so you don’t have to hope. Have you expressed yourself clearly enough?

------- Extremely.

Jenna said calmly, crossing her arms......

------- Great, then now we'll go to warm up. A short cross-country run around the stadium, then rope crawling, then push-ups. All clear?

---------- Yes sir.

---------- That's great, try to keep up.

The young lady nodded positively. The guy grinned, and then everyone followed Keegan. Having reached the stadium on the territory, the Blue-Eyed Guy commanded, and the group ran lightly after the Commander. They ran like this for about 2 hours, and Jenna was tired of running because she was already exhausted, but she didn’t want to give up. Having finally finished her run, the Girl was able to rest by collapsing straight onto the asphalt. A few guys chuckled a little. And then they helped Baryashna get up from the cold asphalt.......

------- This is not a recreation center or a resort. Here they test your strength. And they decide whether you can participate in the Battle. So get your act together. We have a lot to do.

Jenna just nodded at Logan’s words and, gathering her strength, continued her training. So the Girl spent the whole day with the Guys. And late in the evening, having said goodbye to everyone, the Young Lady headed to her room in the building. Going inside, Jenna sighed with relief. My legs and arms hurt terribly after training. The lady approached the bed and collapsed tiredly onto it. So an hour passed, two, three. But sleep never came to the Girl. Tossing and turning in bed, Jenna was completely lost in herself. And she knows what she is thinking about, or rather about whom. And those light blue eyes that never gave me peace. Amazing physique.

- But why?! – the Lady hissed indignantly, hitting her head on the pillow. - What’s wrong?! – the fidgeting on the bed was already starting to irritate you quite a bit. Getting out of bed, She went to the table and poured cool water from the jug. Having come to her senses a little and calmed down her irritation, she began to run circles around the room. It was 2:30 on the clock. Giving up on sleep, you changed clothes and headed to the gym. Jenna decided that training would be better than suffering due to insomnia. Too much time and effort was spent to become the best, but I understood that you could not become better than your current colleagues, and especially better than the captain and part-time your patron in the squad. Always look up to him, always take an example. Today's sparring showed that the Young Lady's efforts were not in vain, although if you had not been distracted by one man who was extremely interesting to you, everything would have turned out much better.

“Keegan fucking Russ..!”

All the captain’s instructions fell on deaf ears, all the teams drowned in the pool of blue eyes, as soon as you met his gaze. You were literally stuck. It's a pity that nothing can work out for them. The only thing that binds you is work. And with her, feelings are a loss.

“Fuck!”

Approaching closer to the entrance to the gym, the Lady realized that there was someone there. Having opened the doors slightly, you froze at what you saw - Keegan himself was pounding the punching bag as hard as he could.

The gaze slid over his tense body - in the dim light of the fluorescent lamps he was fucking Apollo.

≤ You fucking...! ≥

Walking behind the man, for some reason the Girl really didn’t want to make any sounds - he was pounding the pear too desperately. She went to the table and began wrapping special protective bandages around her hands, and from under half-lowered eyelashes she continued to watch this perfect man. It became increasingly difficult to maintain composure. There was silence in the hall - the sounds of blows stopped. The man turned around sharply and froze - your eyes met. And it seems you heard the gnashing of his teeth........

- How long have you been here? Russ was the first to break the silence.

His hoarse, low voice sent shivers down my spine and my body trembled.

#keegan p russ #call of duty #keegan russ

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