#walter marshall x oc
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Goddess of the Moon
A lil sumn, sumn for Kinktober. (No, I have no special list lol I’m just doing whatever tickles my brain) I hope y’all enjoy! 🧡🤎
***I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!
Warnings 18+: Death , Gore , Blood , Monster Fucking 😌 , Cunnilingus , Doggy Style , Size Kink (kind of? He’s pretty fucking massive) , Breeding Kink , Cursing .
Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Selene/Goddess (Black!Plus Size Female)
Description: Selene goes on a trip to Minnesota with her friends when something life changing happens.
Word Count: 4.1K
One Shot
She sat in the cold interrogation room, bouncing her knee vigorously as her arms were folded across her chest. She was gently rocking back and forward, her body riddled with goosebumps as she tried to warm up.
Her head snapped up at the door to see two gentlemen walking through. It was then when she felt a strange shift in the room. A different kind of aura. One that reminded her of the horrors of last night.
One of the men was bald and wore glasses. A clean shaven face. He wasn’t as tall and stocky as the other. He looked regular and mundane. But he was decently handsome.
The other stranger was tall with thick messy curls that rested atop his head. He donned a thick beard that seemed to hide the beauty of his features but also, it enhanced them too. He had broad shoulders with big and sturdy arms to match.
‘I-I’m sorry… you said that I could leave Mr. Harper.’
‘I know. And I do apologize just.. hear me out alright?’
Afraid that they’d tell her that she had to stay a little while longer, she held her breath; digging her own nails into her flesh.
‘This is Detective Marshall. He is here to hear your story.’
Just as she thought, she scoffed as tears brimmed her eyes in frustration. ‘I told you guys my story 3 times already! Is this what you do to people?! Continue to torture and traumatize them until there’s nothing left?!’
Detective Marshall glanced over at Commissioner Harper as he tried to piece and put his words together accordingly.
‘I understand Ms. Carson. But we are all under the impression that there is a dangerous murderer around and—‘
‘Wh-Did you not listen to me?!’ Her voice began to crack, ‘There’s no murderer! Just a big…’ she waved her hands around; trying to exaggerate the size of the beast, ‘Humanoid wolf running around killing people! I know what I saw OK? I’m not crazy!’
Commissioner Harper let out a gentle sigh and nodded, ‘You’re right honey. You aren’t. Just let my Detective do his job ok? He is the best at what he does. He just wants to listen.’
Her reddish eyes stung vigorously as she looked over at Detective Marshall before he gave her a gentle nod. His bright cobalt blue eyes were somehow… familiar.
‘Al-alright. I suppose it’s okay.’
Harper let out a silent breath in relief and pat his Detective on the shoulder, ‘Go easy on her.’ He mumbled before walking out of the room.
The room was quiet for a few moments after Harper left the room. He’d placed the clipboard down on the cool metal table and sat down in his seat.
He looked over at her, noticing little details about her that somehow made her familiar to him. The beauty mark above her full lips and another on her left cheek. Then there were her hazel eyes. Deep and dark crevices and patterns made them so unique… and again… very fucking familiar.
He finally spoke up, blinking away ‘I know this is a rough time for you. But you have to tell me what’s going on so I can help you. What is your name?’
She reached over and grabbed a Kleenex tissue and blew her nose. ‘Selene Carson.’
‘Well, it’s nice to meet you Selene. I am dreadfully sorry that it’s under these circumstances. My name is Walter. I understand that you’re not from here, is that correct?’
She nodded slowly as he began to write down on the clipboard. ‘Yes.’
‘OK. What state, City are you from?’
‘Atlanta, Georgia.’ She mumbled as she began to chew the inside of her lip again. A thing she did when she was anxious. Her eyes fell to his hand that gripped the pen as he wrote on the paper.
‘And why’d you come?’
Selene let out a gentle yet shaky sigh as she looked up at the ceiling. She was just so tired of these questions. ‘Year vacation. Every year around my birthday we go somewhere and disconnect. Try to enjoy the little things in life and Mother Nature. It was my idea. To come here.. they didn’t even wanna come here! They—‘ she whipped her tears with her thumb, ‘They wanted to go to Wyoming again. God I should’ve listened.’
Walter looked up at her and a great deal of grief shrouded him. It was like he was going through what she was going through. Feeling her feelings. Something he never experienced before. Not even with his ex-wife.
‘It’s alright, Selene. We’re going to get to the bottom of this I promise.’
She nodded as she sobbed into her tissue.
‘Alright. The stupid questions are over… tell me what happened.’
Selene swallowed her sticky spit in her mouth and sighed, ‘Well…’
***
The girls were sitting around the fire, snuggled up in their thick winter coats as they roasted some marshmallows.
It was quiet for a little moment; they’d just finished a conversation about how things were when they were little girls. All the shit they use to get into and damn near give their parents heart attacks. Now they are all grown up.
Heather was about to marry her boyfriend of 3 years. Adaline had just started her dream career of being a computer Engineer. Kelly had just got a hefty raise at her job and Selene had finally bought her dream house back home in Atlanta.
The girls were literally living their dream lives. And they all had one another…
But soon it’ll be taken away from them.
‘Girls… I know we all had a busy year. And our money has been going elsewhere. But I want y’all to know that I am so grateful that we all made the time to take this trip together.’ Selene smiled softly.
‘Of course girl! You’re our best friend!’ Said Kelly.
‘And it’s your birthday! Just because we’ve taken upon big changes in our lives doesn’t mean that we still can’t make time for one another.’ Adaline added as she reached over and gave her friend a pat on the shoulder.
‘I know. Just —can we all promise.. that we’ll never stop doing this together? That all our traveling will be done within this group?’
The four girls laughed in sync before Heather put her fist out, extending her thumb and pinkie. ‘That’s a promise I can get behind!’
The other three girls extended their right hands and did just the same, wrapping their pinkies into the thumbs of their friends.
After a little while longer of snacking on s’mores and singing silly childhood songs, they all agreed that it was time to hit the sack. They had plans to see the mountains tomorrow at Whale Lake. It was sure to be packed with how gorgeous the weather was going to be.
3 hours later…
Selene was having trouble sleeping. She didn’t know if it was because of the excitement that pumped through her like adrenaline or simply because she never came down from that sugar high.
So she sat up in her tent, checked her phone to see that it along with her AirPods were fully charged.
‘How about a little walk? Maybe one of the girls wants to go with me?’ She said to herself.
Pulling her boots onto her feet, jacket over her back and gloves over her hands, she unzipped her tent and stepped outside.
She was immediately met with the silvery brightness of the moon. ‘Luna… my you are such a beauty tonight.’ She said softly as she placed her hand over her heart. Selene could never understand why she always had this pull towards the moon or anything night related. Other than the fact that she was born at night, nothing else truly made sense.
After sharing such an intimate moment with Luna, she quietly crept over to each tent. And each one had their own snoring song. The girls were out for the count.
‘Well, guess I’m on my own.’ She shrugged as she shoved her AirPods in her ears and ventured into the woods.
Selene walked for what seemed to be hours. She caught pictures of nocturnal animals. Bunnies, some doe and bucks, frogs and just the aesthetic of the woods. With all of the nature walks she’s been on, this was all the basic stuff. She wanted something that would stand out to her! Something she could brag about at brunch tomorrow.
Suddenly, she tripped and fell over a rock as she tried to adjust the brightness on her camera.
‘Oof!’
Luckily, she was able to save herself without injury but not so much her camera. ‘Awwww no!’ She whimpered as she began to scramble up the broken pieces. She kissed her teeth, ‘Dammit! And there goes $3,000. Fuck.’
As she picked up her trash, the glistening snow caught her attention. A pair of large paw prints made a statement in the snow.
The sheer size of it made her heart sink. She saw wolves up close in Colorado at the rehabilitation center. Their paws were owned by pups compared to this monster.
Turning on her phone’s light to help her combat the darkness, a dozen more paw prints circled her. The image made her sick to her stomach. It was here! It was stalking her like prey. Or so she thought.
Her heart began to race in her chest, slowly backing up as she did her best to pull herself together. ‘OK Selene. We’re just going to head back to camp. Pretend like none of this had happened.’
She inhaled and exhaled slowly to help calm herself down. But that’ll mean nothing pretty soon.
Doing her best to clear her mind of the troubling thoughts that she’d seen, Selene walked back towards the camp in a hurry. Her headphones were away for the sake of her own safety.
Suddenly, blood curdling screams echoed through the woods.
Selene dropped the destroyed camera and dashed down the abandoned path in a hurry.
‘HEATHER!’ She called out as she pushed and fought the twigs, and bushes that dared to stand in her way. ‘KELLY! ADALINE!’ No answer.
No matter how fast she ran, she felt as if she wasn’t running fast enough. Because soon enough, the screaming and wailing had come to an eerie stop.
Damn near tumbling down a steep hill, she balanced herself before she fell at the base of it. But she didn’t let that stop her. She pulled herself up and continued to run.
‘KELLY! ADA! HEATHER!! Fuck!’ She cursed as the cool air burned at her lungs and throat. She could barely breathe but she kept fighting.
The brightness of the coals had illuminated the area. And she saw things she never thought she’d witness.
The tents were clawed, splattered and painted with blood and gore.
‘Oh my god…’ she placed a hand on her stomach as her knees grew weak. Tears filled her eyes as they landed on torn pieces of body parts and insides. The cool autumn air smelled of pure iron and blood.
It was then when her insides betrayed her and her stomach began to feel queasy.
Squatting down, she threw up everything she ate and drank. Her palms gripped at the snow as her vile stained it.
***
Selene bounced her knee once again as tears just fell down her face like waterfalls. She kept her eyes away from him, unable to look anyone in the eyes because she just felt so shameful. ‘I—I—…’
‘It’s alright… take your time.’ Walter reassured her. ‘Can you tell me what else happened?’
It was then when she looked over at him. The goosebumps had returned once again when she thought about the events that came afterwards. She then glanced down at the paper, noticing how he’d written just about everything. There was no way anyone would believe this story. Let alone the next part. So she did her best to spare the next part.
But he persisted.
Walter looked down at the paper and then back up at her, ‘I don’t have to write down the next part if you don’t want me to.’
Selene sat there silently before looking away once again.
‘Selene… I promise you can trust me. What you say now, will stay between us.’
Her sad eyes glanced back over at him then, the double sided mirror before she looked at him again. ‘You swear.’
‘Hope to die.’
She swallowed her spit and sat up straight, lacing her cold hands together before resting her upper body atop the table. ‘It didn’t stop there.’
***
Selene slowly picked herself up off the ground, sobbing as she did her best to find her footing. But she just collapsed once again before Heather’s mangled body. ‘He—Heather?! Please!’ She called out for her friend as she gripped at her corpse.
‘HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE! HELP ME!’ She wailed before a soul crushing, realm bending scream erupted from her body. But little did she know… it was more of a call.
She was too busy trying to process the deaths of her beloved friends to notice the rattling of the trees and the stirring of the wind.
When she was able to pull herself together, she pulled her phone out of her pocket to see that it was cracked. ‘Shit.’ She whimpered before tossing it to the side. She then stood up and began to rummage around in their tents to find their phones. Fortunately for her, all of the phones were in great shape… but there was no service.
‘GOD-DAMMIT!’ She screamed as slammed all three of the working phones into the snow. Allowing her anger, sadness and blame take hold, she stomped on the electronics. Damn near turning them into confetti pieces.
‘Oooh this is all my fault! I’m so sorry girls.’ She sobbed. ‘We weren’t even supposed to be here, this is all my fault.’ She cried and sniffed.
After moments to allow herself to grieve, a shift of energy breezed through the air. It caused even her hairs to stand up on her skin beneath her coat. She didn’t feel safe.
Shortly after came a low hungry growl. Then, she felt a hot breath on the back of her neck. She remained still in her spot like a statue.
Her lips trembled as more tears filled her eyes and fell down her icy cheeks. She then closed her eyes as she prepared to meet her maker. But like a fool, she took off running and immediately regretted the idea of doing so.
The beast howled behind her before it began to chase her down. And it didn’t take long! He swiped at her ankles which caused her to fall face front.
Trying to scurry to her feet, the beast grabbed her ankles and yanked her back towards him.
‘NO! NO! PLEASE! NO!’ She hollered as she tried to find anything to hold for leverage. But nothing. Just the snow and the leaves.
When the beast quickly flipped her over, she laid there trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. But she did take in this opportunity to take in all of its details to the best of her ability. Though she couldn’t see the figure clearly, the moon graced him with a silhouette. It had jet black fur, bright blue eyes and an elongated snout. It growled down at her, revealing its large canine teeth before its frightening tongue licked at his grill.
A wolf. If she’d ever seen one. But this wasn’t an ordinary wolf.
Staring up at the creature in fear, she immediately snapped her head away as it leaned in to capture her scent. It’s wet nose tickled her cheek and ear. Then, it nestled itself in her curls.
When the beast pulled away, it howled at the moon. Shivering, she slowly looked up at it once again. Ironic enough, the creature probably has to be the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Suddenly, something about it made her feel… safe. Like it wasn’t there to bring her harm.
The wolf then rests its snout on her lower belly, letting out small songs of howls onto her. It caused her entire body to vibrate. And all she could do was watch until she build up the courage to speak.
‘What— what are you doing?’
Then he began to let out little whimpers as if he were trying to speak. He kept doing this until something distorted rumbled in his chest.
‘Heat. Imprint. Heeeat.’
He began to pant as he placed his paw onto her chest and pressed his weight into her.
‘Unnff! Can’t. Breathe.’ She choked out before he removed his paw and split her coat down the middle with a single claw.
‘Why are you doing this? Please stop this!’
And he clawed at her shirt, revealing her sports bra that held her perky breasts. Then, the tips of his talons grazed all the way down to the middle part of her cargo pants.
‘Heat. Breed. Imprint. Heat.’
He croaked out once again. But, the word breed was off putting. It caused her eyes to grow before she quickly tried to roll over and crawl away. But he used his free hand to grab her wrists and pinned her down.
‘Don’t. move.’
She nodded slowly as he easily shredded her pants to pieces. Then, he nuzzled his snout between her warm thighs. She wanted to kick away but that would just piss him off. So she just laid there, allowing him to do whatever it was that he wanted until this nightmare was all over.
‘So. Warm.’ He growled, ‘Need. Taste.’
Selene began to squirm a little as he spread her thighs and snapped the core of her panties, exposing her delicious flower.
The beast leaned in, huffing and sniffing as her pheromones caused his nerves to tingle. He couldn’t wait any longer. The beast finally rested it’s long tongue against her slit and licked up to her clit. It was a taste test. He wanted to see if she tasted as good as she smelled.
She tasted better.
Selene let out a generous moan as the creature went to work on her pussy. Curling, folding and flicking its tongue for her. ‘Ooh.’ She shuddered out. With the warmth of ecstasy and the being’s body heat, she felt nice and cozy.
Her heart raced in her chest as her mind tried to understand what the hell was going on and why her body just gave in so easily to this being. Her body began to tense up and her toes began to curl as he flicked his massive tongue sloppily against her womanhood.
Her eyebrows tugged into one and her eyes drifted crossed. ‘Aah! Oh my go—‘ The poor girl was so close already. It was as if he knew her body! The things that drove her wild, ‘YES!!’ She cried out, her clit throbbing at the blissful orgasm and abuse. Her small hands clawing at the air above her.
Satisfied with her taste, the beast licked her sticky nectar off of his snout and let out another howl, this time shorter than before. It caused her to jump at the sudden call. Then, he began panting again. He was in dire need.
He released his tight grip on her wrists. Now she was able to see him clearly. He had to be twice her size! He was burly and prodigious as if he were probably the King or a pack leader. Thick dark hair donned his shoulders, arms with a thick patch across his chest. Selene’s eyes roamed from his chest to his abdomen that resembled the torso of a human. It had trapezius and toned muscles. So defined and detailed even in the darkness of the night. Then she noticed the ripped, bloodied shorts he wore. There was no way she was looking at one of the most infamous beasts of all time.
A Werewolf.
He licked along her cheek before pressing his snout into her there. She couldn’t help the giggle that left her lips before she looked over at him.
‘What is your name?’ She asked softly.
He growled before flipping her over on her stomach in a hurry before pulling her up to her knees, snatching off the remaining of the torn fabrics that she wore. ‘Ooh!’ She gasped at the sudden movement.
Looking behind her, she watched as his heavy paws stumped around her. ‘What’s wrong?’ It was then when she noticed his big bushy tail wagging excitedly behind him. ‘How fucking cute!?’ She thought.
He said nothing, just let out a loud huff before his wet nose pressed against the back of her thigh. Behind her, she could hear the tear of thick fabric then a warm heavy member rested on her rump.
‘Smell. Good.’
His nose sniffed along her warm, sepia brown skin. Her scent clouded his brain like a drug. He began to whimper softly as he licked at her shoulder.
No longer frightened to death, Selene closed her eyes as she pressed her back against him. Begging him without using her words. It was strange. She felt like she’d ingested a bunch of Tequila. It made her feel carefree and sexy. What did he do to her?
‘Selene.’
Her eyes flashed open at the sound of her name but before she could react further, he’d began to sink his thick shaft into her pussy. A sharp inhale left her lips as he stretched her to fit himself in. She began to grip the snow beneath her once more, ‘UGH!’ He was massive!
He began to huff and growl once again until he finally nestled within the home inside of her, bottoming out completely. Her toes curled as a familiar numbness shrouded her body. Her nipples hardened, her clit erect and throbbing.
‘Uhhh!’ She wailed as she quickly got adjusted to his enormous size. A few strokes and he was sending her to pound town! Using her body as he saw fit and she was having a damn good time.
Selene’s face grew warm, her eyes rolling back as she took his monstrous cock. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ She mewed out as his large hands held onto her waist tightly, ramming his member into her warm abyss.
She reached behind him, placing her small hand against his lower abdomen. He was so warm, so strong. If she were to end up like her friends after this, what a beautiful death it would be. His sharp claws gently stabbing into her smooth, brown skin. Careful enough not to puncture and rip her to pieces.
At this point, Selene completely forgot about the fact that he actually knew her name.
But that much didn’t matter when such a beauty of a beast was using you like a personal flesh light.
He let out hungry grunts as drool fell from his lips upon her back. ‘Breed. Goddess. Breed. Selene.’
‘Oooh my fucking god yes! Uh huh! Fuck me!’ She begged as he began to pump his hips harder and faster. Her sweet, innocent moans were no more. Instead they were turned into filthy cursing and carnal screams as she came over and over again like a desperate little whore.
Soon enough, his whimpers and grunts became constant and his thrusts became demanding and rugged. He let out an animalistic bark before he settled his dick deep inside of her. Coating her soft, spongy cervix and walls with his cum. He howled as she began to throw her ass back against him. Milking him for every drop.
Finally, when he pulled out his member, he collapsed into the snowy ground, exhausted. But he whispered, ‘Imprint. Breed.’
Trying to catch her own breath, she collapsed right next to him. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Partly because he was truly the most magnificent thing she’d ever seen (even though he did murder her friends…) but she couldn’t understand these codes. What was he saying to her?
‘No name… Selene. Imprint.’
***
‘Look you’ve got to believe me OK? Throw me on the damn Lie Detector test! It really happened!’
Walter sat across the room, his eyes glazed over with shock and disbelief. He couldn’t say anything. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe her. In fact, he believed her probably more than anyone else.
‘Uhm… you said he didn’t have a name? Did he say anything else about himself?’
She pressed her lips together, shaking her head, ‘No. Just he kept saying “Breed. Imprint.”. I kept asking what it meant but he just couldn’t seem to put the words together?’
He couldn’t believe his ears. Was it really her?! His Goddess?! Was she really his soulmate, his imprintee? A lot of nights he couldn’t remember things but he remembered this one clear as day!
Walter blinked and looked down as he could hear her moans, begging and pleading in his ears. He cleared his throat before glanced back up at her.
‘Did he— did he say anything else?’
Selene looked over at him, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She grew defensive, ‘Why?! Ain’t like you’re gonna believe me anyway.’ She looked down into her lap, a somber look upon her gorgeous features.
He looked back up at her and let out a gentle sigh. ‘Selene, I probably believe you more than you believe it yourself.’
It grew quiet for a few more moments before he spoke up again. He had to confirm it for himself. ‘What did he say?’
She bit into her bottom lip before she left out a huff. ‘Mine.’
‘Mine. My Selene.’
It was probably safe to say that Walter was not only spooked but grateful. It was unfortunate what happened to her friends. They were in the way. But he’d never tell her that.
Trying to piece together the words, his heart answered before his mind could.
‘It’s you.’
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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 1
Chapter 1: I Know This Much Is True
Rating: M for Mature, 18+, Minors DNI
Fandom: Night Hunter
Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC
Word count: 4K+
Series Summary: Walter Marshall has urges, dominant urges to be in control of everything. Sexually and otherwise. Being a detective and father of a teen daughter doesn’t afford him those luxuries. Kamaria Mansfield left a long-term relationship where things turned toxic. She was hospitalized with extreme PTSD as a result. As a newly-hired intern with Minnesota PD, she hopes long hours will keep her mind occupied and hold pessimistic thoughts at bay. Takes place post-film.
Series warnings: past toxic D/s relationship, PTSD, therapy sessions, sassy therapist giving less than professional advice at times, unprotected p in v (wrap it up y’all), mentions of psychiatric hospitals, angst, fluff, mutual pining
Chapter Summary: The meeting of Walter and Kamaria, however brief, is enough to ignite a flame.
Chapter warnings: Therapy session, mention of past eating disorder, blink and you’ll miss it fluff, mention of fat shaming, angst, masturbation, mutual pining
A/N: Bless Grammarly for acting as my beta for this chapter. (Currently looking for a beta, if you have time and patience.) This is quite a long first chapter but I wanted to give Kamaria and Walter an even playing field to start with.
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“I think you are going to be an excellent fit here, Ms. Mansfield. How about you come in bright and early Monday morning and we get you situated with a desk and show you around?” The hiring manager stood up, fixing his blazer before putting a hand out to shake.
“That sounds perfect, Mr. Lind. I look forward to it,” Kamaria took the offered hand and flashed a grin before being shown out of the building. She nods her thanks, turning to walk down the steps of the police station, her long butterfly locks swaying over her shoulder.
‘These steps are decrepit as hell,’ No sooner did that thought occur when her toe catches on a crack and she starts to tumble forward only to be caught by two very strong arms.
“Oh my gosh, thank you so much, I need to pay attention to where I-” She stops in her tracks, moving her locks out of her face and looking up to see who caught her in the nick of time. Concerned yet gentle cornflower blue eyes stare back at her, his mocha-colored curls dance in the wind and mesmerize her just long enough to catch her breath.
“I’ve told them these steps are a lawsuit waiting to happen. Are you alright, Miss?” That accent and the timbre of his voice set Kamaria on a journey that settles on surprise. If her espresso skin could blush visibly, it would be all over.
“I’m good now. I got the job and not even an almost sprained ankle can take me out of the clouds today,” Kamaria looks away from his face finally and looks back to the building before looking back at the man. “You work here too?”
“Yeah, you could say that. Detective Walter Marshall,” Walter switches his coffee from his right hand to his left and reaches out to shake hers. He pauses for a second too long, but she barely notices when his thumb grazes the back of her hand slowly.
“Nice to meet you, Detective. Intern, Kamaria Mansfield,” She giggles at her little joke. “Anyways, I have got to be off but it was nice meeting you, and thank you again for saving my life.” She touches his strong arm, giving it a quick squeeze, and walks around him down the last couple of steps onto the sidewalk. She doesn’t notice the way he turns around to watch her walk away to the station parking lot.
Kamaria has just enough time to return home and change clothes to make it to her therapy session on time. She sits in the waiting room fiddling with her fingers, noting that she has to get to the nail salon before work on Monday so her manicure will be flawless. Self-care is very important to her and it makes her feel a bit dainty as well.
‘Dainty is not a word I would use to describe you,’ The words of her ex burn through her mind. She closes her eyes and pictures floating through the clouds at night illuminated by the moon. She is just reaching it as the door opens to her right and her attention is being moved elsewhere.
Her therapist steps through the door and greets her with a wave. “Kamaria, right on time as usual. Come on in, honey.”
Kamaria gets up from her chair and grabs her bag and coat then enters the office. She closes the door behind her and sits on the big fluffy purple couch opposite where her therapist sits with her trademark notebook.
“So, don’t keep me in suspense. How did the second interview go today?” Yada can see the smile forming on Kamaria’s face as she situates herself on the couch.
“Well, I got the job!” Kamaria bounces a little in her seat, excitement about the fresh start all over her face.
“Oh, that is so wonderful. You deserve it, girl. I don’t even have to ask if you are excited, you are lighting up this entire room with that smile,” Yada makes a quick note in her notebook before turning her attention back to Kamaria.
“Now, as sensational as this news is. I do want us to get back to the grander topic at hand,” Yada clears her throat and begins to speak again, “Last week, we talked about your fresh starts. New apartment, a new car, and a new job. But there is one thing you seem to have a hard and fast answer to. No new relationships. And trust me, I understand why. You have been through so much, but you have also overcome so much. And I want you to explain to me again why you feel as though remaining at arm’s length with everyone is the best option for you.”
Kamaria was dreading this conversation at the end of her last session, but she knew that it would come up again, just not so soon.
“I will be completely honest. My trust in people has been tested to within an inch of its life. After everything that happened with Christopher and that mess with Britnee, I don’t have a lot to go on with people. I can be kind and courteous with people around me. But for them to be able to know me, they have got to assure me that my trust isn’t going to be treated like some easy thing to gain and maintain with barely anything in return. I need someone on my side who is going to want to know me for me and someone who is willing to take things at my pace.” She bites her lip, a nervous habit, trying to find the words.
“And for them to take things at your pace, you would need to allow them in to know certain things about your past relationships,” Yada says, nodding her head.
“Allowing someone in back then was easy. I was young and I was able to pick myself up after every scrape. Now, though? It seems like every little bump in the road is a hurdle that I am crawling on my hands and knees to get over,” Kamaria looks to the ceiling and the floor and everywhere but Yada.
“Do you still hear Christopher’s voice at all? I remember you saying you can still hear his snide comments when you’re anxious. Does it happen at other specific times?” Yada tries to keep the conversation going.
“A year. It’s been a year since I was in the hospital. Even longer since I’ve seen…him,” she pauses as her mind races, “I still can’t look at myself in the eyes in the mirror for more than ten seconds without hearing him call me fat or ugly or stupid. When I’m down, I feel like he’s on repeat. When I try and sleep, it’s him all over again reminding me that I can’t fit any of my old clothes. Clothes, mind you, that only fit me when I was anorexic because he forced his portion control on me,” She can feel herself getting angry and closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly. “I refused to pay attention to his voice when I heard it during my interview, which is something, I guess.”
“That is more than something, that is amazing,” Yada tilts her head and tries to get Kamaria’s attention. “So, I take it restful sleep is still evading you?”
Kamaria nods, not looking up from a spot on the carpet. It is the one spot she tends to use as a focal point when making eye contact is too difficult. She thinks it would be better to find a new spot because Yada is very used to seeing her gravitate toward that specific area where heavy foot traffic has affected the carpeting.
“Kamaria, I want you to look at me and listen well when I say this.” Yada clears her throat a little too loud.
Kamaria looks up at Yada, tears unshed in her eyes, teeth worrying her bottom lip.
“You are doing swimmingly right now, whether or not you have anyone in your life to share it with. But don’t you think confiding in another person who wasn’t getting paid to listen to you would, I don’t know, be fulfilling in its own right?” Yada asks, with a gentle smile.
Kamaria thinks about it for a second before answering. “I mean, my insurance pays so it’s not like-”
“You know exactly what I mean, so don’t even play with me.” Yada wipes the smile off her face and makes a note in her notebook again.
“Ok, ok! I know what you mean. Someone who I can talk to about the little stuff and the big stuff would be nice. A friend would be nice,” She suddenly is very interested in her hands.
“I think now would be a good time to discuss your homework for next week.” Yada gets up and sits at her desk, waking the screen on her computer, and brings up the schedule for next week.
“I figured my homework would be to have a good first week at work.” Kamaria slyly says, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, nice try,” Yada nips that one right in the bud. “Your homework next week is to make a friend. I want you to connect with someone at work. I don’t care if it’s your manager or your coworker at the next desk over. Hell, I don’t even care if it’s the mailman. I want you to let someone in. Let them know something more than your name and your position. Give them something to go on, and make them want to get to know you. You don’t need to give them your phone number or your address. But, lending someone an ear on a rough day can go a long way. And something tells me being in a police station all day is gonna have your ears ringing by the end of Monday, so keep that in mind for the others around you.” Yada adjusts herself in her chair and tilts her head to let Kamaria know she is not trying to upset her.
“So my homework is to make a friend?” Kamaria asks, thinking she couldn’t have heard that right.
“Yes, my dear. Your homework is ‘Make a Friend’. And you can do this. You are very charismatic when you wanna be. If you don’t shut people down so quickly, I’m sure you’ll find people who want to get to know you. It’s not like you need to tell the first person you see that you are in therapy for PTSD and that you have trust issues,” Yada turns her attention back to her laptop, before quipping, “You could always save that tidbit for the second person.”
“Yada, you are a mess,” Kamaria giggles despite herself. “So, if I just let someone in a little, then I complete my homework?”
“I don’t like how you said ‘a little’, knowing just how little you tend to let people in. But, yes. Just give them something. Something they wouldn’t find out from your personnel file. How’s that for specificity?” Yada winks at Kamaria over her computer screen.
Kamaria takes a deep breath and exhales dramatically. “Well, that is about as specific as I suspected you would be if I’m honest. Kinda surprised you don’t have a worksheet for this.” She smiles at the thought.
“I can make one if you just give me a second.” Yada holds up a finger at that.
“No, Yada, that was a joke. Puh-lease don’t make a worksheet on me making friends as an adult. This is already halfway to depressing.” She is already overwhelmed and she hasn’t even stepped foot in the office as an employee yet.
“Ok. I won’t make one. Yet. Don’t test me, though. You know I’m a woman on a mission with a template and a little bit of time,” Yada raises an eyebrow when Kamaria tries to roll her eyes at that. “It would be in your inbox so fast, it would make your head spin.”
“From experience, I know that’s true.” Kamaria thinks of the worksheets currently unfinished in her email.
“So, we’ve got your homework set up. And I have your work schedule. So we will be meeting virtually during your lunch break on Friday and see how everything is going and then we will move on from there if that time continues to work for you, ok?” Yada saves the appointment time and comes around the desk to sit back down in her armchair.
“That sounds wonderful, gives me the whole week to give you the hot gossip floating around the office.” And hopefully, I will have a friend by the end of the week…
“Save the hot goss, just give me the deets on who intrigues you and feel free to keep those eyes and ears open for the singles too. No need to jump down their throats, just watch out for jealousy and pettiness.” Yada crosses her legs and turns a wide smile toward Kamaria. “Even though I wouldn’t recommend an office romance, a little office nooky wouldn’t be terrible for you, girl.”
“Wow. That is highly unprofessional but I will remember you want me to get laid.” Kamaria is once again glad she can hide her blush.
“Might be a little unprofessional, but still, you’d be surprised how good an orgasm could be to the soul when it’s someone else giving it to you. Arrangements aren’t exactly frowned upon when certain people have issues with maintaining relationships.”
“Arrangements? Are you trying to be polite about fuck buddies?”
“Call it what you want, just know you don’t have to be alone all the time. Sometimes, all you need is a soft shoulder to lean on and a strong back to realign you and yours.” Yada giggles at her own words and soon Kamaria joins in.
“I swear, this is not how I thought this therapy session would end, but I can’t hate. This is a good way to end it, I think.” Kamaria smiles genuinely.
“I agree. I will see you next week, don’t forget to pace yourself and have a lovely week.” Yada gets up to walk Kamaria to the door before shutting it behind her softly.
That woman doesn’t need to be that intense all the time, but if she wasn’t I’d be a lot quieter and she knows it, Kamaria thinks to herself as she walks down to the parking lot to get back in her car and head to her quiet apartment. She listens to the radio on the way home and thinks of the cute detective that ‘saved her life’. At least, that’s something to look forward to on Monday, seeing his smile again.
After getting some Thai takeout, she makes it home, leaving her shoes at the door. She eats while watching some old Kitchen Nightmares episode on tv. After dinner, she cleans her dishes and the kitchen and then the living room before everything is back in its place and the world seems orderly again.
She retires to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of her bed. Her eyes focus on her favorite painting on the wall, a replica of Salvador Dali’s La Persistencia de la Memoria. Memory is truly persistent. Thoughts of her time with her ex flood her senses and her mind is reeling.
What if I have an episode while at work? What if everyone finds out I was a failed submissive and my Dom, the one that was supposed to love and protect me, hurt me worse than anyone ever has? What if…
This is the spiral she was hoping to avoid earlier in the day. It seems to have found her now, in the safety of her own home. She turns and grabs her favorite stuffed animal, Beary Allen, named after The Flash. She holds him in her hands while counting backward from 10. With each number, she lets go of a negative thought until she is back to 1.
1…her loneliness.
That loneliness drives her urge to make a friend. Yada wouldn’t like to think about what that loneliness could make her do to make a friend, possibly. But she can’t think about what more Yada might be upset about.
She needs to do what makes her comfortable and what will keep her safe. She places Beary back on the bed and opens the drawer of her nightstand to take her melatonin. Taking off her clothes and leaving just her shirt and panties, she lays back in bed. She’s been tense on and off all day long from the interview to therapy to…Walter.
A ruggedly handsome bear of a man. Strong arms ready to catch her like a breath she didn’t know she needed to take. She liked that feeling. That feeling of safety, however fleeting it was. That little flutter moved from the top of her head down to her toes before radiating through her most intimate of places. Usually, she would ignore this arousal until it was too much and she would abuse herself most lovingly. But at this moment, her urges demanded to be sated forthwith.
She moves her hand from the bed to her panties. Lightly rubbing her nether lips over the silken fabric, she pushes in finding her swollen button. Her light moan escaping startles her for a moment before giving in to relax again. Moving her panties to the side, she lets a finger gather her sweet nectar and circles her nub. Her thoughts move to Walter and how he would guide her through her relief.
He might tell her to use all her force on a clitoral orgasm. Or he might even assist with his fingers and tongue, taking her care personally. She imagines his thick digits inside her heat while two of hers slide inside, the other hand focusing on her tumescent clit. She finds that bundle of nerves inside her core and massages it all but gently, her eyes screwed shut and she imagines calloused fingers and a slippery, soft tongue laving on her.
It doesn’t take long before she feels the flames ignite within her, eyes open and aglow with surprise as Walter’s name falls from her mouth. She waits until the flutter of her inner walls ceases, then slowly removes her fingers. She moves to her bathroom to pee and wipe away the remnants of her needfulness. Washing her hands, she avoids looking in the mirror for fear of what her eyes may convey to her.
She crawls back into bed and cuddles Beary, turning off the lamp. Melatonin already working through her system, she turns to her side, smiling at how that was the first orgasm she has been able to achieve in weeks. Earlier attempts were thwarted by time, patience, or worse yet, her psyche not allowing her to feel worthy of peacefulness.
She can’t afford to think whether she would be worthy of Walter’s touch. That would be too much. He’s probably married, just my luck.
For now, she would just bask in the chance to see him again on Monday morning. That will be enough.
Walter spends most of the day in and out of the interrogation room and his office. His latest case is a pain in his ass, but at least the day is almost over. Closer to the weekend and closer to Monday morning to see Kamaria again.
Those few moments with her weren’t enough. He could tell her smile didn’t reach her eyes and he wanted to know why. He wanted to know more about her. Whatever she was willing to give to him, he would embrace.
He could still feel how soft her hands felt, he could still see the look in her eyes when he caught her before she fell. That tiny moment of vulnerability had his heart racing. She felt so small and so in need of his help that his protective instincts were moving him before he could even think to move.
At the end of the day, he leaves his office while grabbing his belongings. As he enters the doorway, Rachel walks up to stop him.
“Hey, I was hoping to catch you to see if you wanted to grab a drink?” A hopeful smile graces her face.
“I’m knackered. I will be lucky if I manage to shower before passing out.” He steps around her, offering a sincere smile.
She steps closer so only he can hear her. “Look, I know we didn’t exactly leave things in a positive light, but I think if we could just talk some things out, we could-”
Walter stops her dead in her tracks and puts a hand on her shoulder, leaning down to make himself appear smaller and less intimidating. “There is nothing to talk out, Rachel. I told you what I wanted. You told me you couldn’t give it to me. From this moment on, we are nothing but colleagues. Maybe one day we can be friends but not until you realize that being around you is hard for me right now. Only time will help that. I’m going to go home. You should too.”
She moves her shoulder and his hand falls. “And I told you, I do what I want when I want. You will never get to tell me what you think I should do again.” She practically snarls at him, all but running back down the hall.
It was true. Rachel was not submissive. If anything, she was just as dominant as he was. And, if he wanted that, that would be perfect. Rachel was nice, attractive, and intelligent. But, as it was, he wanted a true submissive. Someone who would look to him for guidance. Someone he could take care of and dote on.
His mind returns to Kamaria to rid his thoughts of Rachel and her sour attitude as he walks to his truck. His thoughts scream of her amber eyes looking up at him in surprise and her lovely hair cascading back over her shoulders. How he would love to sweep her hair behind her ear to make her smile at him once again.
As he turns the key into the ignition, the radio comes on playing ‘Beggin’ by Maneskin. He tries not to let his mind wander too much on the idea of Kamaria begging on her knees in front of himself, but even a strong man knows when his mind is winning out over everything else.
He makes it back to his home, barely pausing after putting the key in the lock and unlocking the door, closing it behind himself. He kicks off his boots by the door and peels off layer after layer on the way to the en suite shower. He turns on the water, allowing it to get to the right temperature while he stretches his back and feels a few knots untangle.
He steps into the spray and lets the water cascade over his hairy chest before turning around and tipping his head back to quickly wash his hair. He grabs his body wash and starts to lather all over but makes the mistake of lingering too long over his cock. It wakes to his touch and his thoughts go back to how small Kamaria felt in his arms.
As he fists himself, he thinks of how he describes her as small. She has wide hips, a deliciously juicy ass, and a hefty bosom. He wonders if she knows the effect she has on him. If she even gave him a second thought after she left him gobsmacked on the steps. He ponders if she always smells of fresh fruit or if that was just a scent she picked out for the day. Something peachy or perhaps apricot?
He imagines her supple lips wrapped around his cock and soon he’s breathing heavily and spilling over his fist as Kamaria’s name stumbles out his mouth. The water starts to run cold as he watches the evidence of his ministrations slide down the drain. He exits the shower and towels himself off before walking back to his bedroom to what will probably be another night of fitful sleep. At least the orgasm helped him relax a bit.
He pulls the covers down after pulling on a pair of clean boxer briefs and practically falls into bed as his mind settles on that sweet smile and the way her hips swayed just for him, at least that’s what he decides to believe.
Until that nagging little voice in his head tells him that she would never be interested in him or his desires. She probably has a boyfriend anyway, he thinks to himself while tossing and turning in bed all night long.
A/N: Thank you for reading and please comment with your thoughts on this chapter, and do be kind, it is my first time writing in over two years.
Chapter 2
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Bright Like The Moon Masterlist
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC
Series Summary: Kamaria Mansfield is hired at the Minnesota Police Department as an intern. Detective Walter Marshall is overworked and unsatisfied. Takes place post-film.
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Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 (TBD)
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Behind the white picket fence
A brand new Story
Henry Cavill!Character x oc!Madeline x oc!Naomi
In the quaint suburban town of Lake Hills, police officer Walter Marshall and his wife, Naomi, lead an idyllic life until a new girl moves in next door. The arrival of the enigmatic and alluring Madeline sends ripples through their seemingly perfect world. Walter is increasingly drawn to Madeline, whose charm and charisma captivate him. Naomi, an aspiring writer, also feels a magnetic pull towards Madeline, finding solace in her company amidst her isolation. However, their infatuation with Madeline comes at a cost, unravelling their once-stable marriage and raising questions about their values and desires. Walter and Naomi find themselves entangled in a web of passion, deceit, and moral ambiguity, forcing them to confront the darkness lurking behind the veneer of suburban perfection.
Torn between duty, loyalty, and forbidden temptations, they navigate a precarious path where lines between right and wrong blur, leading to unexpected twists that challenge their perceptions of love, trust, and the fragile nature of human connections.
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Two’s Company - a Walter Marshall oneshot.
Summary: Walter tries to think of a way to to help his girlfriend with the long, lonely nights he spends away from her working…
Pairings: AU!Walter Marshall x Girlfriend!OC
Warnings: angst, fluff, distressed gf, mention of a police case/serial killer, mention of a medical condition, nondescript OC body type/appearance, lightly proofread.
WC: 2159
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Two's Company - a Walter Marshall oneshot:
It had been another long, lonely evening. For the past two months, Walter had been working until late at night, trying to crack a particularly difficult case. Apart from their hurried breakfasts, she'd seen very little of him. Even on the weekends, he was holed up in his office, the back wall looking like a conspiracy theorist's dream. She hadn't complained, she knew better than to put that kind of stress on him. This was just his job and if she struggled to cope with it at times, then that was on her. She was the one who'd agreed to be in a relationship with him. Not that that made it any easier. She started having doubts, wondering if this was what their married life would also be like. Would he even be around to watch his kids grow up or be there to attend birthday parties and recitals? She tried to push those thoughts away, like every other thought she'd been burying lately. As far as he was concerned, she was her usual happy, bouncy self and she was determined to keep up the facade. She didn't need him worrying about her as well as a serial killer currently at large in Michigan.
She pulled the throw around her tighter to try and mimic a hug, she'd felt so touched starved lately. She didn't even want to think about the state of their sex life. But she had to try and be grateful, in every other regard he was a wonderful boyfriend. He respected her and treated her with nothing but love and kindness. How she wished he had a different job though. He'd been injured twice in the last six months and she dreaded the police chief showing up on their doorstep one day, cap in hand. What she needed was a distraction, but everything she'd tried up to that point just hadn't worked. There was no real replacement for the company of the man she loved most. She supposed sooner or later they'd have to talk about it. But what could either of them really do? She sighed, realising he probably wasn't going to be home anytime soon and it would be better if she went to bed. Suddenly her mobile rang, the noise almost making her jump out of her skin. "H-hello? Is that you Walter? What is it, what's wrong?" She could hear him chuckle lightly on the other end.
"Nothing babe! I just wanted to check in, make sure you're okay. I'm surprised you're still awake. Why don't you get to bed, I won't be home for another couple of hours." She bit back her sigh though she didn't know what to say. "Babe? Is everything alright? Look I'm really sorry about this, you know how I hate being away from you. This won't go on much longer, I promise. We're really close to finding the bastard." She’d heard Walter say the same thing before. There was always going to be another case, another criminal that separated him from her and put his safety at risk. When she still hadn't said anything, Walter became worried. "Babe, what's wrong… are you upset with me?" His voice was so concerned she felt tears well up in her eyes. She cleared her throat and adopted her usual sunny tone.
"No, I'm fine… just don't overwork yourself and drive back safe. I'll see you tomorrow morning." She went to hang up, with him only just stopping her in time.
"Wait, I want to hear about your day… what have you been doing? Are you remembering to take your insulin?" She'd been diagnosed with diabetes a couple of months back, which had worried Walter no end. He'd come back a couple of times to find her having a hypo.
"Yes darling, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, just focus on your case." He hesitated for a few moments, not knowing whether to push her any further. He'd caught the look of sadness on her face a couple of times when she thought he wasn't looking. Of course, she'd smile and put on her usual happy act, but he knew deep down she was hurting. She missed him terribly on the long nights he spent away.
"Okay babe, well listen… I need to get back. Get to bed for me okay? Lock all the doors and windows too, I'll get home as soon as I can. Goodnight darling, I love you so much." She gulped back the lump in her throat.
"I love you too sweetheart, take care and I'll see you soon…" She hung up, never feeling more lost and alone than at that moment.
The next day.
She felt exhausted the next morning and struggled to get out of bed. But when she could smell coffee wafting into the bedroom, she assumed Walter was already awake and preparing for his next shift. She couldn't remember him even coming home. She quickly pulled on her dressing gown and headed downstairs. The house felt slightly chilly and she realised she should have put something on her feet. "Morning darling, are you alright? You look a little tired." But her eyes were roving around the kitchen, mentally trying to locate all the stuff she needed to make him a proper breakfast. "Haha don't worry about it love, I just had some toast. Come sit down and I'll get you something, I want to see you take your insulin as well." She felt irritated suddenly and he caught her rolling her eyes as she refilled the kettle. "Hey, what's that look? I'm allowed to be worried you know. Look, I know I haven't been around much lately. I'm going to try and do better. I've put in an application to be transferred to another division, the hours are better and the job's somewhat safer. I didn't want to tell you as it's not a sure thing just yet." She didn't respond, still absentmindedly casting around for tea bags and milk. He was growing concerned. "Did you hear me, love? I thought you'd be happy darling." She spun round to face him, plastering on her usual fake smile.
"No, I am… that's great sweetheart. I'm really pleased, let's hope you get it." She smiled wider before going back to preparing breakfast. She knew fine well his boss would never let him leave his current department, he was far too good a detective.
"Listen, are you alright? You seem a bit down, you know you can tell me anything?" She hesitated for a moment as she stirred their cups of tea, knowing Walter always enjoyed this after guzzling down his coffee. She handed him a cup with another strained grin on her face.
"Don't be silly, I know you're busy and I completely understand. Please don't worry about me, you just focus on your case. Are you making any headway?" He knew she was just trying to change the subject but if she wasn't prepared to talk about it, there was no point in pushing her.
"Yeah, we figure another couple of weeks and we'll have bagged him. You know I was thinking maybe this weekend we can head up to the lake, the cabin looks beautiful surrounded by all the snow. What do you think?" She smiled again, ever the calm, placatory girlfriend.
"That sounds great, anyway you better get going, otherwise you'll get caught in traffic." Walter sunk back half the tea, though how he managed to drink something that hot she'd never know.
"I will, I will… but first I want to see you take your insulin and have something to eat." She exhaled somewhat impatiently, worried he was going to be late for his shift. So she kissed him on the cheek and handed him his lunch.
"I'm a big girl, don't worry about me, now get going or you'll be late." Walter sighed as she guided him towards the front door, anxious about her being left on her own all day. As she worked 9 to 5 from home, she didn't even get to go out much or see anyone. He turned to face her and cupped her face in his hands.
"Listen to me, you can call me anytime for any reason… even if you just miss me okay?" She smiled blankly and kissed him a final time.
"I know, please stop worrying, I'm fine." Walter stared into her eyes, knowing that was far from the case, and on his way to the station he desperately wracked his brain for a solution. If he couldn't be around her more often, he'd need to find some other way of keeping her company. Luckily halfway through his shift, he got an idea. It would take some time to arrange, but he was sure he was on the right track.
A month later.
He sped through the empty roads, it was way past rush hour but at least he was going to be home earlier than usual. The case had rumbled on as they both secretly expected, and he knew his girl was starting to crack under the strain. But when he looked at the gift he'd found for her resting on the back seat, he smiled from ear to ear. He just knew she was going to love it. He turned off his headlights as he pulled into the driveway, wanting to surprise her. He pulled the gift behind his back and snuck up to the front door. When he tiptoed into the living room, he could see her still standing in the kitchen, scraping away yet another uneaten dinner into the bin. She was crying softly and his heart shattered. Is this how she'd been every night? He felt his gift wrigging in his arms and he had no choice but to step into the kitchen. "Hi, love… I'm back early. My boss let me go for the evening. Are you alright? What's wrong?" His booming voice almost made her drop the plate she was so shocked. She hurriedly wiped her tears away, embarrassed that he'd caught her so upset.
"Oh, hi darling… yes I'm fine. Just a little overtired. What have you got there?" She'd seen Walter squirming slightly and wondered what on earth was going on. He then grinned, pulling from behind his back a small, very cute German Shepherd puppy. She was so shocked as he walked towards her holding the bundle of ears and fluff, her mouth just hung open.
"This here, my love, is Kal. It turns out he's a bit too nice to be a police dog, so he's been retrained to detect glucose levels instead. He's going to help keep you safe when I'm not here and give you all the cuddles I can't when I'm away. What do you think?" She had tears in her eyes, not quite knowing what to say. He then carefully placed Kal into her waiting arms and watched as he made a beeline for her face, licking away her tears as his tail wagged fiercely. For the first time in a long while, she laughed.
"He's just about the cutest puppy I've ever seen! Are you sure we can keep him?" Walter placed his arms around them both, rubbing her back as he did so.
"Of course! Well, do you like him?" She laughed again and kissed him before placing even more kisses on Kal's nose. "I take that as a yes, then?" They both laughed and he felt as though a weight had been lifted. He knew she'd always miss him and wish he was around more, but at least Kal would look after her as well as provide some much needed emotional support. "I have some more good news, my transfer's also been approved." She couldn't help but let out a squeal, which caused Kal to tilt his head in confusion.
"Oh, darling that's wonderful! Are you sure, though? I don't want you changing departments just to keep me happy?" Her biggest fear was that Walter would eventually resent her for how much he had to fit his life around her and her needs. But he just shook his head and smiled.
"Nah, I want this just as much as you. I've been in the same role for the last twenty years and I'm getting too old for it. I also want to make the most of our time together. I can't do that if I hardly ever see you, it's not fair to either of us." She looked down at Kal, still unsure that he was making the right decision. But he lifted her chin and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "Darling, this is the right decision I promise. Unless you're happy with Kal? In which case, I suppose I can just go ahead and move out…" She swatted him on the arm as they laughed again. The sparkle in her eyes had returned and that, to him, was priceless.
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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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Comprehensive list of all my works . Most are NSFW, so 18+ only.
MULTI CHAPTERED FICS
CODENAME:VOODOO (Discontinued)
A Rick Flag x OC Story
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
BLOOD BOUND (Hiatus)
A Jerry Dandridge x OC!Reader story
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six (Smut)
Chapter Seven
A PROBLEM FOR FUTURE ME
A Billy Hargrove x Reader story
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
THE WATCHER
A Walter Marshall x Reader story
Chapter One
SLASHERS
JASON VOORHEES
Reader is unable to walk after a night with Jason
Jason eats out shy reader
Jason with a dom reader
Jason with an outdoorsy reader
Jason with a captive singer reader
Jason with a young daughter 1
Jason with a young daughter 2
Jason surprises reader
Jason with a reader that blacks out while riding him
Jason with a reader that helps him feel better about water
Jason with a reader that has a nightmare where he hurts her
Jason and reader have sex for the first time
ASA EMORY/THE COLLECTOR
Asa punishes reader (Smut)
Asa punishes reader (No smut)
FREDDY KRUEGER
Freddy with a reader that “kisses” him better
Freddy uses his glove on the reader
MICHAEL MYERS/ THE SHAPE OF HADDONFIELD
Michael with housewife reader
Michael with a reader that’s held hostage by a mob
JESSE CROMEANS/CHROMESKULL
Jesse with curvy reader in a swimsuit
Jesse cockwarming subby reader
ANNA/THE HUNTRESS (DBD)
Anna and reader’s first time together
Anna with a clumsy reader
Anna with a cuddly reader
Anna with a survivor reader Part 1 (smut)
Anna with a survivor reader Part 2 (smut)
Anna with a survivor reader Part 3
Anna with a survivor reader Part 4
Anna with a reader that tops her
Anna with a reader that lands on top of her
Anna on the reader’s birthday
PYRAMID HEAD
Pyramid Head with a reader that’s new to Silent Hill (smut)
Pyramid Head and pussy eating with reader
Pyramid Head tentacle fucking reader
BUBBA SAWYER/LEATHER FACE
Bubba stands up to his brothers for reader
HEADCANNONS AND DRABBLES
Slashers with a reader that likes to be choked
Slashers and facesitting
Slashers with a reader that takes out a victim
Pyramid Head and Huntress challenge someone with their eyes on reader
Slashers with a handfasting ceremony with reader
Slashers and pegging
Pyramid Head and Huntress with a reader that passes out during sex
OTHER CHARACTERS
EDDIE MUNSON
Eddie and reader at the pool
Eddie falls in love with metal head reader
Eddie with a reader that’s new in town
Happy Birthday (Part 1)
Happy Birthday (Part 2)
CHIEF ‘JIM’ HOPPER
Hopper with a reader who is Jane’s teacher
TEAL’C (SG1)
Teal’c protects injured reader
CARMINE FALCONE
Carmine with a reader with chronic pain (Smut)
Carmine meets a younger reader
Carmine with a younger wife reader
BEETLEJUICE
Beetlejuice with a tired witch reader
Beetlejuice with a witch reader that’s falling for his charms
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I will slowly be adding my previous stories over time. New stories will be up the same day as ao3.
What I currently have posted:
Time After Time: Modern!Eddie Munson x POC!Reader
Moonlight & Fang: Alpha!Jax Teller, Dean Winchester, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes x OC Omega!Selene/Red
You Were Finished Long Before We Had Even Seen The Start: Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Fuckboy!Steve Harrington (Drabble/Part 2)
LUNATIC: Avengers x POC!Reader "Nyx"
That First Night: POC!Reader x Nomad!Steve Rogers
Why Did Love Put A Gun In My Hand: Mafia!Avengers x POC Reader “Jinx”
It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way, you're happy without me...: Hunterverse AU, Sy, Walter, Curtis (Lumberjack & the 2 bears) x POC Reader "Havoc/TG" Ex Dean x Reader
Let Me Spell It Out For You: Jax Teller x Rockstar!Reader "Firefly" Ex Bf!Rockstar!Steve Rogers x Reader
Why You Calling Me Tonight: Ex!August Walker x POC!Reader Walter Marshall x POC!Reader (Challenge Accepted/Part 2)
Sandalwood, Leather, Mead & Honey: Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky. Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky x Steve.
Bittersweet: POC!Reader “Lux” x Walter Marshall
Affinity Series: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader, Alpha!Steve x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader, Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve
Don't Care If It Sounds Cold. It Is, What It Is: Bucky x POC!Reader, Ex!Steve Rogers x POC!Reader
Badda Boom Universe: Alpha!Jax Teller x Omega!POC!Reader "LuLu"
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🎲🎵 + 16!
This was challenging yet a lot of fun!
You Are My Sunshine (with Chris Stapleton) - Morgane Stapleton [ Nicky Reynolds x Sunshine ]
Someone You Loved - Lewis Capaldi [ Sydney Delmonica ]
All I Ask of You (with Kelly Clarkson) - Josh Groban [ Jay x Helen (@afluffykiwi aka you. LOL) ]
I Can’t Make You Love Me - Boyz II Men [ Jay Daniels x Sunshine ]
Crawling (Mike Shinoda Reanimation) - Linkin Park, Aaron Lewis [ Felicity Taylor ]
Pierre - Ryn Weaver [ Parker Donovan ]
Take A Chance on Me - Julie Walters [ Bridget Moriarty ]
No Good Deed - Idina Menzel [ Alex Fletcher ]
Stand By Me - Bootstraps [ Keira Briggs… Too easy ]
Numb - Linkin Park [ Jesse Goodwin ]
I’m a Mess - Bebe Rexha [ Billie Warren ]
Supermassive Black Hole - MUSE [ Parker Donovan ]
If I Give My Heart to You - Doris Day [ Lew Jamison x Maggie O’Connell ]
Somewhere Only We Know - [ Edmund Pevensie x Eleanor Crawford ]
Can’t Take My Eyes Off You - Lady A [ Unnamed Outer Range OC x Rhett Abbott ]
That Don’t Impress Me Much - Shania Twain [ Toni Marshall ]
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Summary: How are the Marshalls doing?
Former Professor!Walter Marshall x Penny Townsend (Asian ofc)
Wordcount: 1.2k
Warnings: Implications of sex, but not really significant.
But professor… masterlist
If you had told Walter ten years ago he’d be a doting father and a loving boyfriend—and husband in the near future—living in a suburban area in Maryland, he would’ve laughed at you, right in your face. But yet, here he is: a loving relationship with his Penny, a lovely five and a half year old and darling twin girls Layla and Emma, who just turned two years old a month ago.
Walter considers himself the happiest and luckiest man on earth. He never pecked himself for a man who turned into a pile of mush whenever he sets foot into his house, however when he is greeted by his three happy kids, who are such a mix of both Penny and Walter, it happens. All of their kids have Walter’s curls, but the same pout as Penny. They’re all pretty tiny, however Walter thinks they’ll get their growth spurt later on.
After a long day of work, he finds all three of his kids and his beautiful girlfriend sitting on the couch. They’re still in their pj’s, however they manage to tear their gaze away from the television.
‘Dad!’ Declan exclaims, jumping off the couch and straight into Walter’s thick arms. ‘I missed you.’
‘I missed you too, buddy,’ he says, giving the little boy a kiss on his cheek.
‘Daddy!’ Layla and Emma yell, carefully sliding off the couch.
After he gently places Declan on the ground again, he lifts up the twins and he’s peppered with kisses. ‘My darlings,’ he says. ‘I missed you two.’ He places them on their feet again and walks over to the couch. ‘Hi princess.’
Penny gives him a peck. ‘Hi honey.’
Despite the fact they both want to get married, Penny wanted to wait some more, because she wants the twins to be a bit older, so they can also remember the wedding. As long as Walter is with her, is able to share this life with her, he is satisfied.
But seeing Penny in a wedding dress? That he dreams about from time to time.
He plops on the couch and within no time he is surrounded by all the people he loves. While their couch is large enough for each one to have their own cushion, they like to cram onto one cushion. The three kids all babble, Declan a bit more coherent than the twins.
‘Daddy pj,’ Layla says, who is the more talkative one of the two girls. They both have the identical light brown curls and Penny’s large doll like features. It’s adorable and with the identical pout, he is quick to tell them yes and to change into his pajamas.
By the time he has changed into his plaid pajama pants and a sweater, he finds them all sitting on the couch, with five mugs (all different sizes) of hot cocoa on the coffee table in front of them.
‘How was everyone’s day?’ he asks, as he plops on the couch again, only to be buried underneath his kids again.
‘We watched three movies,’ Declan tells him, still a little lisp. He keeps on babbling about what the movies were about, the twins also speak at once and he can’t help but smile.
Coming home to his family, is always the best part of his day. He loves them so much. It’s scaring him sometimes, realizing how much more vulnerable he became. When he and Penny were in their first stages of their relationship, he felt so protective over her and realized that if anything were to ever happen to her, he’d be a mess. Now, he not only worries about his Penny, but also about his three kids.
Four apples of his eye, all in this shitty messed up world. He hates it sometimes and he wants to protect them from all the evil.
Penny snakes her arms around his shoulders, pressing a kiss on his cheek. ‘I love you,’ she whispers in his ear.
He looks over the side and smiles. ‘Love you too.’
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That night, the twins are asleep and Declan is in his own room. Penny and Walter are downstairs, finishing up some cleaning. ‘Honey,’ Penny asks. ‘You okay?’
‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ he says.
‘Tough case?’
He nods, before he leans against the counter, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Over the last few years, Penny has grown pretty thick skin when it comes to his cases. Normally she’d pretend not to be grossed out, but failed miserably. But as she grew older, she became a lot more resistant to his work experiences.
Penny walks over to him and wraps her arms around his waist, placing her head on his chest.
‘I’m just so lucky to go home and be with all of you. Our lovely little family.’
She chuckles. ‘You sure you’re able to miss them tomorrow afternoon?’
He holds her face in his hands as he looks into her eyes. ‘What?’
‘My parents are watching them tomorrow. We agreed on that last week? Remember?’
‘Right, right,’ he is quick to say, pretending he did remember that agreement, though he has no recollection of it. Despite his best efforts, she pokes right through it, he can see it in her eyes. ‘What shall we do that afternoon?’
‘I know plenty of ways to fill that in,’ Penny says, standing on her toes to give him a kiss. She hums in content and whispers: ‘So, it’s a deal then?’
‘Of course,’ Walter chuckles darkly. ‘Can’t wait.’
‘Great, because I really wanted to deep clean the bathroom.’
He lets out a laugh. ‘I know you’re messing with me. Good one though.’
They hear one pair of footsteps carefully walk off the stairs and they both look at the door. ‘Mommy,’ Declan says, as he walks into the kitchen, ‘I’m scared.’
‘Oh, baby, why is that?’ Penny asks, already walking over to him, crouching down in front of him.
‘Monsters.’
Penny wraps her arms around the little man and lifts him up. ‘How about you sleep on our bed?’ she proposes. ‘Than dad will check your room and tomorrow night you can sleep there, safe and sound.’
Declan nods and from the looks of it, he is really tired, because he places his head on her shoulder, eyelids heavy with exhaustion.
Walter walks up to the two of them and says: ‘Dad’ll go check, okay?’
‘Okay,’ Declan mumbles.
By the time Walter has checked Declan’s room, he hears soft whimpers coming from the twins’ room. He opens the door and sees they’re wide awake, both with tears in their eyes. ‘No, no, no,’ he says, ‘what’s wrong?’
With one twin on each arm, he hears them mutter something about a bad dream, about monsters as well and how they want to sleep in their bed. When he walks into his own shared bedroom with Penny, he sees Declan deep asleep against Penny, who runs her fingers through his tiny curls.
‘Oh, sweeties,’ she says, when Walter sits in bed, the twins glued to him. ‘Bad dream?’
‘Yes,’ Layla and Emma say in unison. ‘Bad dream.’
It doesn’t take long for the two girls to drift off to a deep sleep as well and Penny places her head against Walter’s arm. ‘We sure have a lovely family,’ she says.
He smiles. ‘Oh, princess, we sure do.’
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Lmao hey y’all like Werewolf!Walter Marshall?? 🥲👀🙂
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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 8
Chapter 8: I Was So Much Younger Yesterday
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Fandom: Night Hunter
Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC
Word count: 3K
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: It’s time to celebrate Faye’s 16th birthday. Also, Walter works out a way for Kam to practice expressing her needs.
Chapter warnings: crying, Daddy kink(if you don’t like this, turn back now because damn), slight dumbification kink, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, p in v sex, creampie, creampie tasting, the term ‘cumslut’ used lovingly
A/N: New Story Art! *cheering and applause* Now, it’s time to get to serious business. Um, I like Angie. And I wrote her like I see her. Also, this chapter gets quite kinky so heed those warnings, please. Un-beta’d, we die like people who tried their best.
Dividers: @firefly-graphics
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Cover Art by me, model for Cover Art credits
Cross-posted on AO3
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Kamaria’s POV
Three Months Later
“...Happy Birthday dear Faye, Happy Birthday to You!”
We all cheer as Faye blows out her sixteen candles. Her parents stand by and film their child celebrating with her friends. Angie starts to cut the cake and gives Walter slices to hand out. They work so well together. You’d never know they went through such a rough separation.
Sweet Faye with her curls and her chubby cheeks, looking for all the world like the baby she was. Her purple cocktail dress matches the flower in her hair that I helped her with.
It was nice to feel like a part of the team, working with Walter and Angie on organizing the party for Faye. But, let’s face it, it was mostly me and Angie doing the planning and Walter nodding along. Angie and I got along well enough, I think she just appreciated that I cared about Faye and that meant more than anything.
Angie says goodbye to the last guests leaving while I finish tidying up Faye’s gift haul. She dozes on the couch curled up on Walter who is snoozing as well. Angie moves a blanket over both of them and comes to help me clear away dishes and any lingering trash.
“I have to thank you for helping out with Faye earlier. She’s in that stage where everything I say is just not ‘cool’ enough,” Angie wipes her hands on a dish towel and looks from Faye’s sleeping form to me, “I remember this time in my life where my little girl valued my opinion above all else. And now it’s like she chooses the exact opposite of what I suggest.”
“Don’t worry. She’ll realize one day that she is so lucky to have a mother who actually wanted her,” I squeeze my eyes closed, deciding to open this old wound, “My mom never wanted to be a mother and she made that abundantly clear by leaving me and my Dad when I was a kid. He was never emotionally available so I had some interesting times in life, to say the least. But, just know that I’m sure she’ll come around. It may be in a year or two, but for now, you have a Daddy’s girl on your hands.” I laugh, trying to lighten the mood.
I don’t notice Angie coming to my side until she puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder. Having a loving mother next to me offering me comfort is suddenly too much to handle and my eyes start to blur from unshed tears. I begin to protest my emotional reaction but then Angie speaks.
“It doesn’t make you weak to cry when you’re upset.”
Her hushed words are like a soothing balm on a decades-old burn. One shaky breath is all I take before the tears are streaming down my face. Angie’s face crumbles as well and she wraps her arms around me. I realize that it has been a long time since I’ve had a “Mom hug” and I cling to that warmth as I quietly weep.
When my sobs turn into sniffles, Angie rubs my back in calming circles. We separate and she cups my cheek in a display of affection. I nod and smile in appreciation before taking a deep breath to collect myself.
Walter and Faye pick this moment to finally wake up. Thank goodness for small favors, they missed my little moment. I wipe my eyes and face quickly before smiling at my boyfriend and his daughter. While Faye is none the wiser, I can see the gears working behind Walter’s eyes. He can always see right through me, but he won’t make his suspicions known until we’re alone. Something I truly love about him, he is not a scene-maker.
I walk over to Faye and give her a big hug before sitting down next to Walter and holding his hand. “How did we do on your big day, sweetheart? I’ll take you falling asleep as you had quite a time.”
“It was perfect. It was everything I wanted. Thanks, Mom and Dad. Thank you, Kam.” The grin never left her sweet face. It is all worth it to see her happiness.
“You’re welcome, love,” Walter cupped Faye’s face and she beamed back at him. Truly a Daddy’s girl.
“Alright, birthday girl. You are welcome to stay up as long as you like. Just for tonight, that is,” Angie walks over to us and kisses the top of Faye’s head before smiling at Walter and me, “I am going to bed. Thank you both for your help today. Goodnight.” She pats my shoulder before heading upstairs.
If Walter notices our non-verbal exchange, he doesn’t mention it.
“Alright, girlfriend. Who was that adorable kid with the curls? He was cute.” I can’t help but make Faye blush and make Walter roll his eyes. It’s like my talent.
“That was Albert. He’s in my English class. He likes Federico García Lorca and Mission: Impossible movies. That’s all I needed to know.”
“Which means he either knows enough to seem intelligent or enough to actually be intelligent,” I smile and yawn before stretching.
“On that note, I think it’s time for us to get home and for you to get to bed.” Walter ends the conversation without adding his two cents about this Albert kid. Faye gets the hint and follows suit.
“Yeah, I’m tired anyway. Thanks again, you guys.” Faye yawns sympathetically.
Walter and I leave after hugs and final birthday wishes. On the car ride back to his place, Walter decides to bring up his worries.
“So, did something happen while Faye and I were out?” He broaches the topic carefully.
“Angie was feeling a bit left out of her daughter’s life. I simply told her that she has a Daddy’s girl on her hands.” I smile at the side of Walter’s face and look back at the road.
Walter surprises me by pulling the car over and turning to face me. “You want to try that again, Princess?” The pet name is enough to put my brain in gear and answer fully.
“I told Angie about how my Mom never wanted me. And then I cried. A lot.” I hated how he was so good at getting me to say what I didn’t want to say. But I had to respect his abilities.
“Why do I always have to work so hard at getting the truth out of you, Princess?” He reaches over to hold my chin between his thumb and forefinger, “You’ll work on that tonight, do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I understand.” Suddenly out of breath, I slip into subspace with ease.
Walter’s POV
I love this woman, I do. But there is nothing harder than getting her to face her emotions. Getting her to tell me when she’s dealing with sadness or anxiety is like pulling teeth. I have literally been in the line of fire before. But getting her to admit when she has cried is harder than any S.W.A.T. mission I have ever been on.
We get back to my place and after her shower, I instruct her to stay undressed. I have her sit on the bed against the headboard. While I undress, I deny her the ability to touch herself. I watch her squirm while I slowly remove my last piece of clothing.
My dick throbs between my legs as I lock eyes with her. She licks her lips and fights the urge to reach out and touch. I settle on her punishment and a little piece of me actually feels sorry for her. This one might wreck her.
“Since it’s so hard for you to be honest about your feelings, we’re going to work on that tonight. You have to express when you have needs. All you have to do is tell me what you need when you need it. You must use your words, Princess. Is that clear?” I cross my arms and look down at her.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” I smile as the praise washes over her, “How do you feel about restraints, baby?”
She shifts on the bed a bit and plays with her hands. “I like being restrained.”
“Good,” I reach into my nightstand and pull out a silk sash before beckoning her to sit at the edge of the bed, “Put your hands together for me, palm to palm,” She does as she’s told and I tie her hands together. “How does that feel? Not too tight?”
“Feels fine,” She scrunches up her nose and looks up at me, “I won’t be able to touch you, though.”
“Yeah. That’s kind of the point, Princess,” I push lightly on her shoulder so she lays down flat and her hands stretch above her head, “Just lie back and let me work. And you tell me when you need more or less, alright?”
She nods and I raise my eyebrows. “Yes, I’ll tell you what I need.”
“Good girl.” I lean down and capture her lips in my own. I poke at the seam of her mouth until she lets me enter. I lick into her mouth, tasting and sucking on her tongue. Moving my kisses to her jaw then to her neck, I suck and bite at her sweet spot until she lets out that precious little moan of hers.
Trailing my tongue across her clavicle, I kiss down her chest and lavish attention on her breasts. These perfect fucking tits I love so much. I kiss both nipples and knead the soft flesh but don’t go any further until I hear a whine. “Use your words, Princess. What do you need?”
“Your tongue…can you suck on my nipples, please?” Her breathing speeds up.
“That’s my good girl.” I swirl my tongue around one nipple while running my thumb over the other. I suck the pebbled peak into my mouth and tease it with my tongue. Suckling at her for a few moments more, I switch to the other side to give just as much attention. I feel her thighs rubbing together in search of friction, so I kiss down her soft belly, stopping to nip at her hips.
Pulling her legs apart, I can finally see my prize. I want to dive right in, but this is an exercise to have Kamaria tell me what she needs so instead I kiss at her inner thighs for far longer than I normally would have to prove a point.
“Daddy, please eat my pussy.” She pleads, moving her hips closer to my face. Such a good girl for me, and I tell her as much before I kiss her mound and then slide my tongue up and down her wet slit.
“Fuck! You taste amazing, Princess.” My hands grip her thighs tight before I begin to lap at her like a man starved. Her sweet nectar is more than enough to satisfy me and I want to drink her in and never look back. Her whimpers only make me work that much harder. Sucking on her clit, I let my tongue dance against the swollen bud and am rewarded with a squeal.
“Need your fingers, please.” Such a polite little thing, isn’t she?
“Yes, baby.” I reward her good manners with two fingers straightaway. She’s soaked and they slide in easily. We both groan and I massage that inner bundle of nerves before returning my attention to her clit. I flick my tongue on her button before working my fingers in and out of her core.
“Just like that, don’t stop!” Her words go straight to my dick and I curve my fingers. Before long, I can feel her channel clamp down on my fingers but I keep working at her as her juices coat my hand.
“Too much, too sensitive!” She cries, her body shaking under me. I lift off her clit and still my fingers before licking them clean and wiping them on the comforter.
“You did so good, Princess,” I kiss up her body and nibble at her neck, “But I’m not done with you yet, baby.” I get up from my spot between her legs and move her to the center of the bed. Maneuvering her on her side, I slide up behind her and lift her leg. I enter her swiftly and we moan in tandem.
I pull back out until just the tip is inside then I slam back in. Gripping her hip, I start a punishing pace inside her walls. The way her cunt squeezes me is like paradise. She was made to take my dick. I was made to claim her pussy.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” All she can utter is a string of curses and I feel triumphant that I fucked language right out of her brain.
“That’s right, Princess. Let this dick fuck you stupid, baby,” No sooner do I finish that sentence do I feel her walls flutter around me, “Oh does my baby like being fucked dumb on Daddy’s dick?” The answering whine tells me all I need to know. Adding ‘dumbification’ to the list of kinks my baby girl has.
Pulling out and moving Kam onto her back, I get to my knees and push her legs open, Entering her again, I reach up and hold her bound hands in one fist. From this angle, I can slam into her and stimulate her clit at the same time.
“Need to…touch you. Please…Daddy?” Her words are punctuated by thrusts, the look of yearning in her eyes.
I pull the knot free on the sash. Her hands immediately go to my hair to tug me down for a kiss. I can taste her desire and hunger for closeness. I growl into her mouth and she whimpers back. Her legs wrap around my waist and pull me in deeper. We pull apart from the kiss and rest our foreheads together.
“Tell me what you need, baby girl.” At this point, I am panting. So close to release. I just need to hear her say she needs it.
“Look at me while you cum inside me, Daddy,” This little brat actually smiles up at me as she shatters me.
“Fuck!” The dam breaks and my hold on reality fucks all the way off. My eyes search hers while I empty my balls into her waiting cunt. I keep stroking inside her and the sensation is heightened once I feel her come around me. She could gonna be the death of me, and I’d love every minute of it.
I lean down and slot our mouths together as I pull out. I swallow her whimper at the feeling of emptiness before I look down to see her thoroughly ruined snatch. My cum still leaks out and I can’t help but feel proud to see her so full. I smile down at her before getting up from the bed.
I clean up a bit in the bathroom before fetching a damp washcloth. Entering the room again, I find Kam lazily playing with herself. “Enjoying yourself, Princess?” I reach down and clean her gently.
“I love how sensitive I am right now. It feels so good.” Her eyes roll back in her head as my hand moves over her folds.
“Do you think you can give me one more orgasm, Princess?” I know I might be pushing it, but seeing her so aroused is making it worth asking.
“Yes, please, Daddy. I wanna cum again for you.”
That was all I needed to hear before I’m between her legs again. I lean down to lap at her slit. Tasting my spend and her juices mixed together is heavenly. Can’t believe I’ve never done this before. By the surprised moans coming from Kam, I’d say she was enjoying this as well.
After making out with her pussy for a while, my fingers find their way inside her tight wet heat. Curving my fingers as I move them in and out, I’m rewarded soon after with a strangled moan and her walls fluttering around my fingers. I wait until the convulsing stops to remove my fingers. A dirty thought enters my head and I run with it.
“Open your mouth, Princess,” As she follows direction, I lock eyes with her as I put my slick-coated fingers in her mouth until they disappear, “Such a good girl for me. Sucking our cum off my fingers like the hungry little cumslut you are.”
She moans around my fingers and if I didn’t literally just cum a liter, I’d be balls-deep in her again. When I remove my fingers from her mouth, she actually whines in protest. I can’t help but kiss that adorable pout before grabbing the washcloth again to wipe away the evidence of her arousal.
I throw the cloth in the hamper and lay down next to my love. I check her wrists to make sure the sash didn’t dig in too deep before kissing her forehead. “How’s my baby feeling?”
“I feel amazing. Spectacular,” She stretches and cuddles into my chest as I wrap an arm around her, “I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“I’m right there with you. I probably fried a few brain cells but it was so worth it,” I hold her chin and bring her gaze up, “I’m also proud of you for saying what you needed. Now, we just have to get you to do that out of the bedroom.”
“Practice makes perfect, right?” There’s my little brat.
“Cheeky. But not wrong. We’ll work on it together, yeah?” I say, pulling the comforter over both of us as Kam’s eyes start to close, “Love you, Princess.”
“Mhm,” Her short answer lets me know that she is absolutely fucked out and I’m chuffed, “Love you, Daddy.”
Her fingers work their way through my chest hair, something I’ve noticed as a comfort activity for her. If I was a cat, I’d be purring every time she does it. But if she ever found out how much I liked it, she’d probably use it against me somehow. Little minx.
I listen as her breathing evens out and I’m not far behind. I can safely say today was a good day. Nothing can ruin this feeling.
Can it?
Chapter 9
A/N: Ehehehe, that ending sounded menacing at all, did it…? Well, anyway. This chapter’s song was “Starving” by Hailee Steinfeld & Grey. “Starving” is about a relationship that’s getting more adventurous in and outside of the bedroom. I really enjoy writing in Walter’s POV, especially the kinky stuff. Hopefully, you enjoyed it too.
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Wrapped like a buritto
Summary: After a long day, Walter can't wait to sleep next to his girl. The thing is, is there room for him underneath the blanket?
Walter Marshall x Melody Williams (plus size/curvy/thick OFC)
I didn’t mention her name (he calls her doll y'all) so you could see this as a reader insert I guess! I also didn't describe her body, but it is written with a plus size/curvy/thick babe in mind.
Warnings: mention of sex? blink and you miss it tho. But basically fluff, don't worry
Wordcount: <600 words. It's a lil drabble.
A/N: enjoy my loves. This takes places in the same universe as Electricity, but I can be read on its own. ❤️
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I was slowly drifting off to sleep when I heard the front door open. Heavy footsteps walked inside, and I knew Walter had finally come home. Glancing at my phone, I saw it was 2am. I had gone to bed by 11pm, but even though I was really tired, I couldn’t sleep. Honestly, I blamed Walter. After sleeping next to him for a while, I was unable to fall asleep without his body heat. He was my own, big, space heater and I loved nothing more than to wrap myself around him and feel his arms squeezing me tight.
Walter walked up the stairs after he locked the front door. He stopped by the bathroom, and a few minutes later he walked inside the bedroom, not bothering turning the light on. After I had checked the time, I snuggled back into my comfortable position underneath the blanket. Better said, inside the blanket. Knowing he was home, made me calm and I could feel the sleep finally washing over me.
I heard Walter chuckle next to the bed as he got rid of his clothes. He slept in his boxers and I wanted to take a look at him, but my eyes wouldn’t open anymore.
“Doll, you still awake?” he asked.
“Hmm.”
“Make some room for me sweetheart.” He sat down on the bed, feeling it dip beside me.
“There’s room,” I managed to say, my words barely coming out as a whisper.
He chuckled again. His fingers brushed over my cheek, and he pressed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Yeah, but it would be nice to lay underneath the blanket for once.” Walter gently tried to untangle me from the blanket, but I was wrapped tightly in it. “You’ve taken over the entire blanket doll, again. Just let me get in there with you.”
“No,” I whispered. I was too tired to untangle myself, besides, I was way too comfortable even though I wanted him to join me.
“Baby, don’t play with me here.” He pressed another kiss on my forehead, and another one on my cheek. My eyes still closed.
“I like to be warm, and because you weren’t here, I had to take the entire blanket.”
“So, you’re saying this is my fault?” he laughed. His hand stroked my face, and I leant into his touch.
I hummed in approval.
“Come here doll, let me keep you warm. You know I’m comfier than the blanket,” he said softly. I knew he wanted to cuddle, especially after a long day.
Slowly, I opened one eye and peeked at him. He smiled at me, and I noticed how tired he looked. “Fine.” I rolled myself out of the blanket and he crawled next to me underneath it.
“Did you really wrapped yourself in here like a burrito?” he laughed. He wrapped his arms around me, and I wrapped my limbs around his warm and furry body. His warmth welcoming me. I placed my hand on his cheek and gave him a kiss. And another one.
“Yeah, but now I get to be the tortilla and you the stuffing that keeps me warm,” I joked.
“Oh, I could fill you up doll,” he growled, and his hand started to wander to my behind.
“Shut up, babe. Now do your job and keep me warm.” I nuzzled my nose into his neck, and felt his beard prickle my cheek. “In the morning perhaps,” I mumbled.
He chuckled and pulled me even closer. “If that’s what the lady wants, that’s what the lady will gets.”
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First Date
Based on this gifset by @demivampirew and the tags I left on it. Havent felt like writing much and threw this together real quick..
Walter Marshall x Cassie (OC)
I made Cassie pretty blank but just know if I keep writing her she fat and black.
Wordcount: 722
Warning: None, pure fluff, mention of gun I guess...
First Date
Cassie paced the small living room, she was beyond nervous. Her first date since moving to small town Connecticut. She left the hustle and bustle of Atlanta, wanting to leave her past behind. She was lucky enough to find a job in a coffee shop owned by an ailing woman, so she bought in, putting all her savings into buying half the shop. It was fun, something new, kept her busy. That is where she met Walter Marshall, the town’s quiet cop, who just happened to be drop dead gorgeous.
Cassie smoothed her hands on the dark green flora dress, she had grabbed a jean jacket just in case, it was spring, but spring this far north was still a little cold. There was a soft knock at her door, and she waited a heartbeat before answering it. She looked up at Walter, a smile on her face.
“Hey, you look...great...it really just complements your skin.” and curves Walter thought.
Cassie looked down at her outfit, dark green was her color, against her pretty brown skin, it was the perfect choice. Her twist out came out perfect and she complimented it with a gold headband.
“Thank you Walter.”
Walter Surprised her by giving her a hug and Cassie breath caught in her throat. She smelled great, like a man, warm, oak, coffee, she inhaled deeply. He pulled her out the house, only letting go of her hand so she could lock the door. Walter opened the door for her, before going around to his side.
“You didn't have to pick me up.”
“It's fine, I wanted to spend more time with you.” he gave her his signature shy smile.
The same shy smile that came into the coffee shop day after day for black coffee, one cream and one sugar. The same shy smile that started to linger instead of taking his cup right back to the station or his patrol car. When that shy smile asked her out, of course she said yes, after a little stuttering.
“So where are you taking me?”
“It is a surprise, I hope you are up for a drive, it’s in the next town over.” he glanced at her.
“I have nothing but time Mr. Marshal. How was your day?”
They broke into a smooth and comfortable conversation, peppered with Walter pointing out things along the way. Watching Connecticut bloom was breathtaking to her.
“No way, I have heard about this place.”
“My daughter says it's fun, so let's see.”
Once again he opened the door for her before holding her hand to the entrance of the arcade. At the door their hands were stamped to show they were older than 21 and Walter was told he couldn't bring his gun into the arcade.
“Sorry. Let me run and put it in the truck.”
“I'll wait here.”
Cassie watched his back as he jogged to the car, his curls bouncing in the wind, she wondered what they felt like.
Once inside they made a beeline for the coin machine, this was still an old school arcade, coin machines that might take your quarter if you weren't careful. They found a packman in the corner and set to work, Spencer getting the two bears and some fries to share. They circuited around the arcade, trying their hands at different games.
At a zombie shooting game, Walter tried to correct her stance. Standing his strong lean body behind her. His muscular arms, circled her, fixing her elbow,
“I can make you shooting one day, if you like, I think everyone should know how.”
“I would like that, a lot.” It was beyond time she learned, probably would have helped her back home.
“No problem princess.”
Cassie smiled at the princess, being around Walter made her feel safe and protected, something she never felt before.
After the arcade he took her to dinner, once again everything was easy going and flowing, unlike anything she had ever felt before. Walter was the perfect gentleman, keeping a smile all over her face the whole night.
Walter walked her to her door, giving her a kiss on the lips before bidding her goodnight. He didn't move from the door until he heard it lock. Cassie stood on the other side, with a dopey smile on her face.
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HUNGER
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+
JERSALEM’S LOT 5 MILES
“This was it”, you thought, the livestream that would catapult you, Nina, Jenn and Alesha into the big time.
WELCOME TO JERSALEM’S LOT POPULATION 289
“Jesus,” Jenn whispered from the passenger seat, “This place is creepy as fuck.”
Late fall sunlight bathed Jointer Avenue in an eerie glow.
Main street had a forlorn, pathetic visage, almost as if it was waiting……
“None of the windows are broken. Not one.”
Glancing around you saw that Alesha was right.
The wooden storefronts had rotted, a roof or two had fallen in and everywhere tall, rank, brown grass grew.
But every single window was intact.
“No graffiti either.”
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this. Maybe we should just go home.”
“You always say that Nina,” you admonished.
“Yeah, but this time I really mean it.”
“We have 4000 subscribers waiting for this. At $100.00 a pop that’s more than we’ve made in the last year.”
Jenn’s phone dinged.
“Holy shit. Make that 5000.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
You did a little abbreviated happy dance.
“Yup. And that’s not counting all the special requests. Ammericass is willing to pay $1200.00 if Alesha gets off riding your face in the basement. Someone named blackwidow[1691] is offering six fucking thousand dollars if we suspend Alesha from the rafter that old Hubie hung himself from and doubleteam her with the glow in the dark straps.”
Jenn scrolled through the requests.
“Ladies we are about to get fucking paid. All we have to do is lick, suck and fuck our way through the Marsten Mansion and we should clear $100,000.00 easy.”
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“Oh, Oh Jesus Christ, Oh God, Oh God.”
You felt Nina giggle between your legs.
Alesha was laying it on thick.
Your account guaranteed genuine orgasms, so no faking was allowed.
However, the predominantly male audience loved the over the top moaning.
“Oh God baby, that tongue of yours is fucking magic.”
Head bracketed between Alesha’s pillowy thighs, you flicked her clit, alternating x’s and o’s.
Familiar heat bloomed in your cunt as Nina’s lips latched onto your swollen nub, her long, silky blue black hair strategically placed over her shoulder in order to provide an unobstructed view.
Alesha threaded her fingers in your hair.
“Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good, don’t stop.”
Holding your head steady, she rode your tongue, heavy tits swaying, her juices coating your cheeks.
Nina slid two fingers in your hole.
BuckysBigDick was tipping three grand for this, an extra grand if you and Alesha came together.
“Are you close?’
Jenn’s whisper from off screen was covered by the wet sounds bouncing off the damp, rock basement walls.
You nodded your head as best you could.
“Oh God, yes. I’m gonna cum.”
Alesha reached back, pinching your nipples.
Lapping at your cunt, Nina added a third finger, hitting that sweet spot.
Alesha’s breathing grew choppy, thighs flexing with her orgasm.
The tension in you snapped.
Your back arched, toes flexing as you came.
The force of your combined orgasms threatened to collapse the antique, reddish paint stained table.
“Clear.”
“Damn Nina, I swear you could make a statue cum.”
Your legs trembled when you stood.
Nina flashed an evil grin.
“I do what I can.”
“One last scene and we’re done.”
“Thank God.
Jenn swatted your ass.
“Wimp. All you have to do is film the finale. Nina and I are the ones doing all the work.”
Alesha pouted.
“What about me, huh. I gotta take you two and your 10 inch dicks in each hole.”
Jenn kissed Alesha, her hand dropping to stroke the other's slit.
“You love it when we fuck you.”
“We, we ne…. need to save it for the camera.”
Jenn’s fingers moved faster, drawing a subdued moan.
“I hate to break this up cause it’s hot as hell but we only have 30 minutes to get set up.”
Sticking her tongue out at you, Jenn kissed Alesha.
“I’ll have you seeing stars soon.”
“Not too fast,” Nina warned, “This is what the majority of our fans are paying for. We can’t afford to disappoint them.”
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“Are the ropes too tight?”
“No, I’m good.”
Alesha’s arms were tied over her head, her toes barely touching the dusty floor.
You’d tested the beam she was secured to but still…
“If anything feels off, use your safeword.”
Picking up a camera you checked the lighting again.
“Make sure you get plenty of closeups of her ass and pussy. Really zoom in so they can see us fucking her.”
“I know how to film a scene, Nina.”
“Don’t get an attitude with me.”
“Knock it off you two. We’re all tired,” Jenn clicked the silicone dildo into her harness, “Another couple of hours and we can go home.”
The pale green luminescence of the stimulated phallus sent you and Nina into peels of laughter.
“Holy fuck, they really do glow in the dark.”
Jenn twisted her hips causing the dildo to helicopter.
The four of you laughed louder, almost falling over when Alesha snorted.
When you finally composed yourself, the animosity was gone.
Tired, sweaty and completely fucked out, you were all more than ready to be done.
The streaming had started 4 hours ago:
Alesha fucking your ass with the fan favorite bright pink strap-on in the front door, spiked heels crunching on broken glass, Nina shoving a second dildo down your throat.
Nina and Jenn 69’ing on a faux fur rug in front of the moldering fireplace.
You eating Jenn’s pussy in the rundown kitchen, her ass precariously balanced on the edge of the ancient enamel sink, Alesha behind you, alternating tweaking your nipples and playing with your clit.
Nina, spread wide on the steps, Jenn and Alesha taking turns using a Magic Wand on her.
In the basement you on the table, first with just Alesha riding your face, later with Nina added between your legs.
This was by far the longest livestream you’d ever done.
No wonder everyone was getting snippy.
“Dammit! I forgot the lube downstairs. I’ll be right back.”
“Hurry up!” Alesha called after Nina.
“I am, I am.”
MInutes passed.
“Come on Nina,”Jenn yelled, “Move your ass, we start in 15 minutes.”
“I’ll go get her.”
You skipped down the hallway.
“Watch out for Hubie!” Alesha called out.”
“Oh ha ha, You’re so funny.”
At the bottom of the stairs you called out.
“Nina?”
Scanning the front parlor, you saw the bottle of lube.
Walking further into the room you called out again.
“Nina? Come on, we’re gonna miss our clock.”
Pissed, you stomped up the stairs.
“I swear to God if you’re hiding up here I’m gonna…..”
The bedroom was empty.
“Alesha? Jenn? Nina?”
A column of apprehension formed along your spine.
“This isn’t funny.”
No answer.
An overwhelming sense of dread took hold.
You dashed down the stairs, intent on grabbing your clothes and getting the hell out.
It would serve your friends right to get left behind.
“Leaving so soon.”
You lost your footing, falling the last 4 steps.
Your eyes darted, searching for the owner of the voice.
“Hello?”
“Hello.”
A figure was standing on the steps.
You skittered across the floor.
It was a giant of a man, at least 6 and a half feet tall, well built with dark curly hair and a short, well trimmed beard.
He was dressed in a black, long sleeve thermal, muscular legs encased in jeans.
There was something familiar about him.
He held his hand out.
Without thinking you took it.
An electric flash zinged through you.
You dropped his hand, backing away, tripping over a light bar.
It illuminated the man.
“Hey, I know you. Yeah, you’re, um, something Marshall. You were on that old cop show Night Hunter. My aunt used to watch reruns all the time. She told me she cried for weeks when you disappeared in….the….late….70’s…”
Your words drifted away.
His shirt was dotted with ragged holes and darker splotchy patches, jeans torn, covered in dirt, dried mud clinging to his work boots.
A long dormant instinct took over.
You turned and ran for the front door.
OOF
He stood before you, his bulk blocking the opening.
He smiled again, canine teeth impossibly elongated.
“Look at me.”
You stared at his mouth, slogged with fear.
“Look at me. I command it. Your Master commands it.”
Your eyes locked with his.
“Little girls shouldn’t trespass where they’re not invited.”
You felt yourself drowning in his maroon ringed midnight blue irises.
High sweet singing lulled your senses.
“Sleep.”
Eyes closing, you collapsed in Walter’s arms.
PART TWO
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Related Activities - Chapter 2
The district has a new attorney and Marshall is going to learn the hard way that he should have acted sooner in pursuing his passion for Caroline.
Pairing: Andy Barber x OFC (Caroline Kline) / Walter Marshall x OFC (Caroline Kline)
Author: Deb @letstalkaboutsebbaby / @letswriteaboutsebbaby
Rating: Mature
Warnings: crime talk
Caroline could feel someone softly running its fingers through her hair, the stiffness in her body reminding her of where she’s at, the chairs in the office are not the most comfortable to sleep on. After a whole day with no sleep her mind lazily tries to assimilate the chatter in the room while her body was already adjusted to this new kind of caress - even if the hand feels almost too light to be Marshall’s, the scent lingering in her personal space belongs to the man in her fantasies. Shit, she shouldn’t be thinking like that.
“I know you’re awake” Marshal says sounding hoarse. At least she wasn’t the only one taking a nap.
“I need 5 minutes to be able to get up from here”
“Tell me about it. We should go home, there’s no use to be here like this”
A phone rings and after 5 seconds a cop yells “They found her body. Coral Lake”. Silence invades the place and one could feel the frustration like an electric wave hitting everyone inside. Marshall stands up and holds his hand to help Caroline up. “Let’s go”.
The silence made them company at the car and it’s only when Marshall stops at her place that Caroline leaves the trance sensation.
“Thank you for the ride” she murmurs before opening the passenger door.
“Are you okay?” his strong hand preventing her from leaving the car.
“Would you mind terribly coming in? I still need to write the reports on the Phillips’ Case and it would be nice to debate about it before I finish it.”
“Carol, you can do that tomorrow. You need to rest.”
“Please?” she insists, to which he sighs and agrees. “I need some food, tough”.
They get out of the car and walk to her house.
“I’ll cook you some pasta” she offers.
“You have writing to do. I’ll cook”
It took them about two hours to be done with the report files, the food, all the beer she had in the refrigerator, and the little energy that remained within themselves.
“You look damn tired.”
“Well, thank you, honey.”
“You can crash here, you know?”
Marshall feels that she wants company more than she’s concerned about him, so he goes along with her pretext and says he’ll crash at the couch. Before she can go wherever to get blankets, he holds her hand and pulls her closer, giving her a comforting hug.
“It was a crap week, right?” his voice on her ears making her feel the control slipping away.
“I feel like a loser. Three women dead and we have nothing. Three different cases, no connections that we know of, three murderers, Walter. All we have is a suspect that will probably leave custody cause we lack evidence!” the frustration getting the best of her and making him hug her harder till he takes her off the ground and she wraps her legs around his waist, crying on his shoulder. “Shhh. We’ll get them. We’re a good team, right? I promise we’ll find these bastards and when we do, I’ll take you to dinner, ok? Properly, no burgers. We’ll celebrate in a nice restaurant and take a week off, does that sound good?”
“I have nothing to do with my week off”
“We’ll think of something.” Marshall’s hand moves over her back till it reaches her nape, his other arm holding her closer, the air shifting from grievance to lust rather quickly. Caroline moves her upper body away from his enough to look into his eyes. To her surprise, she sees fear combined with desire in his beautiful blue eyes, bringing her closer like a magnet, a hand touching his face before she leans in to kiss his lips. He turns his face and kisses her shoulder. “We’re wasted…”
Caroline disentangles herself from him and walks to the kitchen, her breathing out of rhythm and shame griping her heart. “Will you really blame the beer?” she shouts from the other room, not looking for a confrontation, but needing answers.
“I’m blaming nothing for anything. I’m saying we need focus.” He leans against the wall opposite her. “I just...I don’t want to hurt you, Carol.”
“Great job so far” she whispers before walking away to her bedroom.
When the detective leaves her house before he intended to, it’s because he knows he’s not in his right mind - how could he be if he’s doing the one thing he avoided for months? The fact that he’s not great in relationships also plays a big part in his decision to wait; the least he can do is wait for her to be well, rested and free of worry. Marshall just hopes she’ll understand.
The next day, he gets to work after lunch, needing the extra time to put himself together and stop the thoughts of his partner to run around in his head. He needs his brain for more than to remember the exact feeling of her soft lips on his or how delicious her body felt in his arms. Once he finds himself in her presence, however, he learns one should never ignore a feeling. Cause now there she is, smiling with god know who’s the guy. “Hi”
“Marshall.” Her voice coldly greets him.
“Oh, so you’re Marshall. Andy Barber, the new district attorney, I came to talk to you about the Phillips’ Case but Harper told me Caroline could give me the details.”
“Yes. Right. I suppose she did?”
“Greatly. We’re now talking about how hard it is to be the new person in town.”
“She’s not new. Carol has been her for half a year.”
“I see” Andy feels the tension Marshall is making no attempt to hide and turns back to Caroline. “Will you be free for coffee? I would like to know more about your thoughts over this” Andy says grabbing the files from the table.
“Yes, sure.”
Marshall stays watching while Carol and Andy leave the office. His body keeps stuck in place even while his mind goes after her. Why was she smiling so much? So unprofessional!
He hears Harper calling him and goes to the chief’s office.
“What got you dumbfounded? Come here, you have to see something” Harper urges him inside.
Meanwhile, Andy is holding the building’s door for Caroline to exit, both still chatting about the city and how they’re dealing with the cold.
“You’re kidding me? You’re used to cold places, I’m from Cali!” she laughs thanking god for the distraction - a handsome man to stare at while trying to forget about her stupid and very much platonic love.
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