#walter marshall imagine

[scandinavianfairytale]

Wanting

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Warnings: Consumption of alcohol, consumption of drugs, discussion on drugs, friends with benefit (somehow?), cursing, sexual themes & smut (DUB-CON, grinding, police van sex, drugged out sex, mention of public sex, mention of rape, mention of revenge porn (not towards Reader), mention pornography, mention of non-consensual filming, fingering, one pussy slap, unprotected sex, hard sex - Walter is not gentle & sees it like a punishment, multiple orgasms, drooling, crying, squirting, chocking, creampie, little bit of praise)

Walter disliked being on call on Friday nights. Ever since the new drug, Houdini, started popping up everywhere the police has been running around in circles, trying to find the main supplier, but has repeatedly come up short.

Houdini was a mixture of ketamine and ecstasy. A party drug that is supposed to highten your senses and drive up your sex drive. Sounds like a perfect mix, but what the dealers left out was the memory loss, the dehydration that followed and complete lack of mobility.

It was a mess all over the damn country - the rape cases skyrocketed, revenge porn sites were having a field day because of all the public fucking taking place, the emergency rooms were stacked with people on gurneys and everyone had to deal with victims with memory loss.

Everyone was having a bad time - the victims which were pilling up by the minute, the police that was understaffed had to do even more over hours and the doctors that had to triage almost every Friday night.

Yet people were still taking that stupid drug.

Walter was pissed off, to say the least.

How are people this stupid?

He thought as he watched a group of drunk women giggling after just snorting the Houdini. His blood boiled knowing damn well that he couldn't do anything about it. The amount of people taking this drug was too high for everyone to get arrested or booked. Priorities his superiors loved preaching.

One of the women left the group to get some drinks. Her dress barely covered anything, leaving very little to the imagination. He shook his head as he watched several heads turn after the woman. She definitely got the attention she wanted.

"Walter!" He heard and looked around to see who was calling him. Out of all the damned people, you were the woman in that short dress. The one that just snorted the Houdini. Walter clenched his jaw and his grip on the beer he was drinking tightened.

How can you be so stupid?

"It's been a while." You smiled at him. He could see how drunk you already were and he also knew the drug will take effect soon, if it hasn't already.

"You should come meet my friends!" You grabbed his arm and pulled him towards you, stumbling a few steps back as his massive weight crashed into you. Walter let you drag him to your friends, also because he knew that whatever attention you had on you would dissipate once he was next to you.

"Girls, this is Walter! The friend I told you about!"

"Oooooh, the policeman." One of your friends slurred.

"Are you here to arrest us? We're just trying to have a good time." Another winked.

"Oh stop it! He's the nice policeman. He would never arrest us." You leaned into him.

It already started taking effect.

You weren't aware of it yet, but you started lightly grinding on his leg. He heard how your breath came out laboured, and he knew he had to get you out of there. Grabbing your arm, he started dragging you away from your friends.

"Walter, what the hell?! Let me go!" You yelled, trying to resist his grip.

"I can't believe you out of all your stupid friends are acting this way." He grumbled. "You know better than anyone what's going on these days."

"I was careful." You whined, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around to glare at you, making you shut your mouth.

"Careful? You don't even realize that the drug has started taking effect. You can barely stand and I'm pretty fucking sure that if I let you stagger back to that bar you'd get lost."

"Fuck you."

"Right." Walter started dragging you to the police van parked in the small street.

"Get out." He barked at the man that was inside, surveilling the cameras around the city. The man tried to object but one stern look from Walter sent him out. Water threw you in the van, climbing in behind you and closing the door.

"What is your problem?" You yelled at him, tugging your dress down when you realized you were much more exposed than you were comfortable with.

"Now you're trying to cover up?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're more than happy to bare your ass to strangers but with me you get shy? What the fuck were you thinking taking the Houdini?" You never realized he was so big as just now that he was towering over you. Your pussy clenched as your eyes lingered on his cock.

"Tammy took it before and she said she had the best fuck of her life. I just wanted to see how it felt like." You bit your lip as he crouched down to you.

"You're taking advice from a drug addict. Are you stupid?"

"I didn't take the full dose." You defended yourself. "Just a taste, to see how it feels."

"And? How does it feel?"

"Antsy." You swallowed, trying to decide whether or not to tell your very angry friend what you were thinking. You shifted on the floor a bit and the cold steel flooring touched your soaked pussy, making you gasp.

"I see the Houdini is in full swing." Walter observed you.

"Can you help me, please?"

"I'm not going to be nice. You need to learn a lesson, and maybe next time, you won't go around experimenting with drugs." You nodded before Walter pulled your collar down, exposing your breasts. His hand cupped one and pinched your nipple, making you moan.

"Keep tour mouth shut." He slammed a hand over your mouth, grabbed your hips with the other, spinning you around, and pushed you into the wall of the van. He kicked your feet further apart, making you stick your ass further into him. You could feel your nipples harden at the contact with the cold steel material. His hand then traveled to the center, under your dress, before finding your clit and circling it, making your hips buck.

"You're dripping." He said into your ear before he forced two of his thick fingers into your still clothed pussy, making you moan into his hand that was still clamped over your mouth.

"Completely soaked." Walter commented. "That's the Houdini doing its magic. Imagine if I left you there, you'd be grinding up on some coked up asshole that'd fuck you right in the middle of the bar. Anyone could record you and you'd end up on some porn site, where strangers would jack-off seeing such a whore like you get publicly fucked out of her mind. Maybe a coworker of yours stumbles upon it - bye-bye that stellar career of yours." His voice was low and raspy. Somehow, that made you even more aroused. Your pussy had a mind of her own as you realized you have been incessantly humping Walters fingers.

"Mmph." Moaning, your tongue licked his fingers, making Walter tsk. You could see your release, just a few more grinds.

"You're getting hornier by the second." He chuckled and withdrew his fingers, taking away that sweet feeling, making you whine. "But I'll be nice and I'll take care of you." He rasped into your ear before he spun you around and bent you over the control table, your head laying on the keyboard. Tugging your laughably short dress up, he exposed your core to him. He slapped your pussy, making you yelp. He tsked again when his hand made contact with your drenched and sticky thongs. His fingers wrapped around the string, pulling it away before releasing it back on your skin. Throwing your gead back with a loud "God" your pussy clenched at the impact and your back arched at the sensation.

Walter chuckled as he watched your cunt throb as he started unbuckling his belt. He finally pulled down your thong and ran his leaking cock up and down your puffy pussy. Your chest heaved, and you made sounds you didn't recognize. All you wanted needed was his cock in your cunt.

"Remember that I'm not being nice." He warned before he seethed himself in you with one powerful thrust, slamming your hips into the control table. It hurt, but in the most delicious way that you have never experienced before. The pace he set was brutal, the letters of the keyboard scratched your face, adding to the mix of pain and pleasure you were feeling.

Your orgasm hit you fast and hard, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your body spasming on his cock, but Walter just continued fucking into you. He was like a man possessed, grunting and moaning above you, his pace never faltering even after you clenched around him. He immediately pushed you into your second orgasm, making you moan out loud as juices squirted out of you.

"Fuck." Walter cursed as he felt your squirt wet his thighs. "Let's see if you can do that again."

His hand moved from your hip to your stretched pussy, circling the spot where you were joined, making you gurgle. His pace switched, his cock was slowly stretching your walls and with your drugged state you could feel almost every vein on his organ.

Mindblowing.

"Stop drooling over the keyboard." He stopped his adminitrations and grabbed a fistful of your hair to push you away from any electronics before returning his hand back.

"You're completely stretched, must be painful." He commented as he circled your full hole. You choked on your words and tried to shake your head.

"No? Good, you're taking me quite well." He praised you, making your legs shake a bit. His fingers lightly stroked around your pussy, purposefully avoiding your clit, making you whine.

"Walter...please..." You choked out.

"What is it?"

It was hard to formulate words, your body was on fire and it felt like cumming was the only thing that would put it out. But in the state that you were in, all you managed to let out was a hoarse "Cum.".

"You want to cum?" He mocked your meager attempt to communicate what you need.

"Mhm."

"So, if I touch you here," Walter tapped your clit which made your hips buck and him smirk. "then you'll cum almost immediately?" You could feel him starting to prepare himself for another round. One that you knew you were losing soon, not that there was anything to complain about.

His fingers framed your clit and his other hand grabbed at your throat. "Let's see how much you can take."

His pace again hardened, his first sharp thrust made your hips slam back into the edge of the control table, but this time he kept you firmly pinned by your neck, preventing you from slipping away. His fingers were rough on your engorged clit, but that just added another layer to your rapture.

You couldn't form a sound anymore. Your body just locked when the orgasm hit you, but then when your juices squirted out, you started convulsing. But he just kept going completely overloading you, your hand fruitlessly reached for his hand, trying to shove it away from your clit, but he wasn't bothered.

You couldn't handle another orgasm, but you had no choice but to take it. Both of you could feel how close you were to another peak again.

"That's it, come on, I know you have another one in you." His grip on your throat increased, making you release a choking sound, tears welling up in your eyes, but it also made your pussy clamp down on his cock, making you squirt again. A few thrusts more and finally Walter released himself into you. Feeling the few spurts painting your womb and his cock go slack, you finally let out a relieved sigh.

It was over.

"Good girl." Walter cooed, kissing your shoulder. He carefully let go of your throat and pulled his cock out and your body finally slumped, completely exhausted. Observing your abused and puffy pussy, his cock twitched as it refused to close. It really was a sight to see how his spend oozed out of your hole and he resisted the urge to push it back in.

He buckled up his pants and carefully pulled your thongs up, sitting you on the only chair in the van. He rummaged around to find a jacket before draping it over you, before he opened the van door again and carried you out in his arms. Your head lolled as your consciousness wavered.

Walter walked past the man who was previously thrown out of the van and the man immediately knew not to comment or bring up the situation again.

"Shhh, don't worry. I got you. Just rest now." Walter shushed you as you tried speaking. Nodding weakly, you let the darkness consume you.

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[delicate-moon-princess]

Warm Enough

Warm Enough

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

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Innocent!Reader

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

Word Count: 3.5k

Any typos are my own!

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

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

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

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

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

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

What if the power went out?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Darling? You can come in.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You'd rather be his good girl.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Walter Marshall × Journalist

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Please Do Daddy

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Ask: @viking-raider asked, What if Daddy checked your SM, for whatever reason, and found you posted a kinda naughty photo. What would he do?

Warnings: ddlg, daddy kink,non conventional little space?(little in a sexy mood) bdsm, derogatory names, dark/dom! Walter, swearing, sexual threats(consensual), spankjng threats, reader is a little brat, spicy/almost smut

A/n: so this took a fery different turn and became borderline smut. Sorry @viking-raider if this wasnt what you had in kind, my horny brain ran away with me 🥺🥺 This is from the angle that even a little can be a fithly sex kitten too.

Walter growled as he made his way into the house. Slamming the door behinde him. He was on a mission, an important personal mission.It took him a matter of seconds to stride through the house, bypassing the kitchen stairs and living room and made it to the back door.

And there you were, well your silhouette in the opaque window sitting on the side of the new hot tub. Clearly having the tine of your life as you flicked your feet in the water.

He paused, tipping his head to the side as he heard the low beat of music playing from inside the small hot tub house.... was that hanky panky? Madonna. Fuck. He grunted palm itching to cease his naughty baby bear and redden your hide. You were such a brat on the phone today, hexd been counting the mineuts untill he ha finished his paperwork from his latest solved case and could return home. Little did you know he was takeing a weeks vacation now, so he had all the time in the world to toy with you. To treat you like the naughty baby you were and parade you naked throuh the house, keeping you on the edge of cumming so you remain noce and wet for whenever the mood struck him and he could rut you into a lusty drunken haze. You may be his baby girl, but you were also his wonton sex kitten.

He shook his head ridding the images of past holidays where he had fucked his frustration away. Though this time would be more then three of four days, the promotion gave him more dyas off, and he intended to use all of them to the fullest. He smiled eyeing the party shed. It was one of the best things he'd done since moving here, when he decided to get the hot tub instead of a below ground pool he was only planning on the basics. Hot water and jets with a little cover and somewhere to hang the towles.

In the end he got one with seats, lounger, jets, lights and built in music player with a big old privacy 'shed' surround ...That had opaque frosted glass windows... and sliding doors and an outdoor shower... and outside kitchen slash bar attached. Yes he will admit things had got out of hand quickly but it wasnt entirely his fault, sy was a surprisingly good carpenter and diy extraordinaire a talent he had found since leaving the forces. His cousin had jumped for joy when walter had said for him to 'knock yourself out' with the plans.

Walter stalked forward slowly, useing all histraining as he crept along side the party shed. He eased himself in without making a sound and slipped himself into the corner behinde you.

His jaw dropped as he saw your swimsuit in person. Tiny pink and lilac strings that glittered in the light... but that was it! It was fucking strings of fabric criss crossjng over your supple back. Arching high over your hips.

You wiggled cutely to the music doing your little happy jig enjoying your own little party. It was only now he could spot the small mermaid doll in your hand. He couldnt help smirk even in the most provocative swimsuit and naughty song playing in the background you were still his cute little cub.

He huffed through his nose like a rageing bull. His body tightened, cock jerked. He cleared his throat loud enough to make you yelp and jump, spinning around so fast you lost your balance on the edge of the lip and plunged into the water.

"d-daddy? what are... what are you doing home early?" You whimpered as you moved slowly through the water kneeling on 9ne of the seats your tiny fingera curling around the rim of the tub as you blinked and spat out the water from you mouth.

Walter frowned and blinked eyes skimming the threads that were a the most sorry excuse for a swimsuit he had ever seen. The top barely covered your nipples both threatening to pop out frommthe deep v that almost reached your navel, held together but the same tiny criss cross strings on the back and sides.

You looked down and yelped quickly ducking down in the water making your shoulders submerge. Your tummy flipped unease creepjng across your face as you took in walters solid form. Feet planted wide, arms cross and a less then impressed look across hos face.

"Phone." The word was accompanied by a hand being help out waiting patiently for the device to be placed in his hand. You hesitated wondering for a moment if your earlier tantrum over the phone had lost yor the device for a few days.

"What? No i dont hae it... its not here i swea;" the lies were out before you could stop them, luckily... or unluckily walter wasnt letting you dig yourself a hole today... well no bigger then the one youd already dug.

"Now cub." His firm voice was nothing to be sniffed at and you hung your head reaching over to the towel that had your phone safely tucked away from the water. But stopped as walter crossed the small space and began unraveling the towel.

"Daddy what are you;" you cried as walter took the phone from the side of the tub and unbeknownst tp you disconnected the internet and 4G and flicked it onto aeroplane mode just for good measure. He didnt want to risk anyone accidentally seeing his babydoll in the next hour or so.

"Come on out" he uttered holding the phone up and flicking it to video recording you. He grinned to himself he was going to enjoy this more than he thought he would.

"Out? But my swimsuit" you uttered eyes growing wide as you realised you could be in bigger trouble then you previously thought.

"You didnt mind showing the internet, why is it a problem now brat" it was then you realised youd pushed your daddy too far with the provocative selfies posted on the internet. You had been attempting to get a rise from him. Especially when he'd phoned asking about the naughty pics, youd teased him about his jealousy and pushed all his buttons. You had so much fun being a brat that you hadnt even flinched when he'd warned you about the consequences when he got home. You had planned on getting out the tub and cleaning the kitchen and livingroom and ordering in his favourite dinner to get out of trouble. But he had got home a few hours early and there was no escape from what ever he had planned.

"Well i err... its not"

"Good then you can get out for daddy, nice and slow baby girl" he directed making sure to get a good veiw as you slowly rose from the water. He groaned watching the beads roll down your skin. Fucking hell. He almost lost track of time as you climbed from the hot water and stood on the floor before him, doe eyed body shivering. Not from the cold with the doors shut it was like a sauna in here no it wasnt the cold. It was arousal.

You were two peas in a pod, though you were his little baby doll, his princess who he would never let any harm come to. You enjoyed your special play times just as much as he did. At first he was ashamed to admit the fear and trepidation in a naughty subs eye turned him on like nothing else, he had learned to embrace it. Especially with you.

"Thats a good girl, now why dont you do a spin for daddy? Hmm show daddy your pretty little swimsuit" he encouraged. Stepping to the side and tapping the screen to make the lense focus.

You swallowed dryly and began to turn stiffly, your body growing hot under the intense gaze of you huge papa bear. You knew he wasnt going to go easy on you, the tight denim of his crotch was enough of a warnjng. Daddy was hard and ready to fuck, but he hadnt pounced you yet. He was going to play. You whimpered as your body quivered in need, your nippes suddenly puckering at the thought of being held accountable in the most rapturous of ways. Your toes curled jnto the anti slip tiles below your feet as you finally made it full circle and faced your daddy.

"Fuck princess you know how to tease huh?" He grunted shifting on his feet, one hand comeing to his waist tugging his jeans trying to ease the pressure on his hardened cock. His eyes couldnt stop roaming over you as you spun for him. The water trickling across the curves he knew too well, the supple rise and fall of your delicious body, a delicious body begging to be bitten~

"Im sorry daddy" you uttered, breathlessly trying not to rub your thighs together as he held you in jis heated gaze, pupils blown wide making him look both sinister and drop dead gorgeous. Like some tempting devil ready to coax you into the most luxurious sinful ecstasy.

"Ah ah ah. No no its okay cub, your fine... your very fine~ infact daddy thinks your so fine he wants to... have a little keep sake... a momento of his brat being a tease" he spoke slowly, letting you soake up his words and mull it over for a few seconds. He maybe irritated and want to have some rough sex as punishment for your behaviour but he wasnt that much of an asshole to record you secretly without permission. He'd never take things further then you were comfortable with.

"Momento? like what daddy? Pictures?" You quized stil. Slightly dazed from the way things were turning out. Excitment and arousal thrumming through your veins making you dampen your swimsuit, thighs rubbjng against one another as your needy princess parts greedily sought out any friction it could find.

"No princess, daddy wants to make a little video. A private one just for us." He chuckled shaking his head stepping closer and waved the phone at you slightly drawing your attention to it, whislt still recording the your pitifully needy form.

"I... i dont know daddy?" You admitted but walter could see through the innocent naive act. Your pupils were growing wider, your hips rocking and squirming on their ownna testament to just how horny his little cub was.

"Aww dont tell me your camera shy now brat. Besides it ,iht do you good haveing a little video to remind you of how naughty girls are corrected." He teased you lowly whislt aslo informing you of his intentions. You moaned loudly before bitjng your lip, trying to keep the noises to yourself and have some semblance of self control.

"Hmm? A little video to remind you how bad babies have to bend over and have their bottoms blistered? To remind you of how sore it is sitting on your hot bottom as daddy fucks yout throat? How uncomfortable it is to have daddy fuck you from behind with a tender tush" walters words were dripping with promise, dangling a delightful torment infornt of you willing you to take the bait. He was waiting, humming and hissing the most perfect threats making you melt before him. Trying to force you to your knees with little more then teasing words.

"Oh daddy please~" you whined to him inching closer, locking eyes with him. You were salivating at the thought of fallig prey to him. You wanted everythjng he was offering. You moaned as one of his hands cupped your cheek, thumb tracing the apple of you heated cheek. The trailed down pressing insistantly to your lips.

You opened obediently sucking the wide digit into your mouth and hollowed your cheeks suckling as hard as you could. Making sure yo look at him and the camera still pointed at you. He moaned a deep ferocious noise rumbling from his huge frame. He pulled his thumb from your mouth and began smearing your own spittle over your lips and licked his own lips eagerly before smirking.

"Please what? Please dont choke me on your cock? Please dont spank my naughty bottom? Please dont fuck me for hours bent over the hot tub? Please daddy~ please dont record me being your little fuck toy, please papa please dont punish me?" Your heart just about stopped when his condescending words echoed in your ears. The cruel sadistic tease made your knees quake below you.

You couldnt form coherent thought let alone words! Your mouth moved trying to form words but it was futile. He chuckled and let his hand drop to your chin tipping your face up to him whilst stepping closer, completely swallowing your entire gaze. He tipped his head to the side stareing down at you and gave a fake pout mimicing you. And then his head dropped further skimming the shell of your ear with his nose and scoffed into your skin warming it.

"Or please do?~" he asked sinisterly before latching onto your lobe tugging the soft flesh into his mouth and bit just enough to make you wince.

"Pl-please do daddy" you squeaked out completely lost in the hypnotic lust. The weightless arousal that flowed through your body like lava finally winning over what ever trepidation or fear of consequence. And more importantly granting permission to start a scene and fuck every hole you owned whislt recording the entire thing.

"Thats a good girl, now turn around a show the camera that naughty little back side of yours" he hummed patting your cheek making you grin at his praise before turning on the spot eagerly and bending over the side of the tub. You grinned to yourself, youd started the whole scenario because you were horny and needed attention. And you were pleased, you were getting exactly what you wanted. Unbeknownst to you was that walter was aware of this, and he wanst just playing into your hands. Oh no, this was gojng to be a punishment, if his baby doll wanted to cum she will. Again and again and again untill she was a sore boneless mess of a woman weeping and begging for mercy whislt straddling his cock.

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Coach Syverson

Okay, Y'all I'm trying something new and posting one of my Henry Cavill Character fics. I haven't posted a fanfic in so long it's gonna be a short story probably only a two-parter maybe 3. Let me know what you think! I loved writing this. I think it's so cute!!!!

Warnings: None for Part 1 :) Definitely will be smut in part 2!

High school football coach Sy and school guidance counselor OFC

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I was locked in a trance,  typing in progress notes from an early morning meeting I’d just finished with a student.  The sounds of the office, which was just coming to life outside my door, fuelled me. I almost never came in this early. But, one of my seniors was having a crisis and this was the only time we could work into her busy schedule. It’s gonna break my heart when that girl graduates this year. I get so attached to the students. I can’t help working as a school counselor. It's hard not to.  

“You’re in early,” The voice coming from the doorway made me jump. He chuckled softly.  “Didn’t mean to scare ya.”  After a brief heart attack, I finally looked up. I smiled when my eyes met his. 

“No, it’s okay, I just didn’t see you! Good morning Coach, What can I do for you?” His soft blue eyes held my gaze, before shooting me a gentle smile. Coach Syverson and I had become good friends since he started working at the school a little over a year ago. Like many good high school football coaches, they made a history teaching spot for him. Unlike others, he’s actually a great teacher! 

I met Logan Syverson for the first time in a staff meeting. Our principal introduced him at the beginning of the meeting going on and on about all the improvements he would bring to our team and our community. He certainly looked like a football player. The guy was huge! Tall, large muscles, and a full beard. His eyes were a deep blue. He had a winning smile and a southern accent. The English department was drooling. I hated him immediately. 

I figured he was just going to be a self absorbed prick like the last coach. who only cared about the popular students, peaked in high school, and got fired because he got a little too close to one of the cheerleaders. We were not at all sorry to see him go. Well, those of us with half a brain weren’t anyway. Some of the community and staff were more worried about the football program. But I digress. 

I was even more annoyed with him when I caught him falling asleep during the same meeting 30 minutes later when we were discussing the budget for new textbooks. I’m not exactly sure what came over me but I kicked him under the table. He was immediately alert. I expected him to glare at me. Or maybe even smirk. But the look on his face could only be described as apologetic. He quickly caught up to me when we were leaving the meeting. “Some first impression I made, huh?” When I didn’t immediately respond he added. “I swear I’m not some asshole that doesn’t care about education, that’s not like me, just didn’t sleep much last night. I had to take my dog to the emergency vet, she broke her leg in the woods late in the evening and didn’t get back until late and…”

“Is she okay?” I asked quickly. He looked completely dumbfounded.

“Uhm what?” He asked, clearly confused. I smiled sympathetically. I did exactly what I told my students not to do and judged him too quickly and I felt like an ass about it. 

“You’re dog, is she okay?” He smiled softly and nodded. 

“Yeah, Yeah she is. They got her all wrapped up and in a cast, poor pup, but she’ll be alright.” There was a brief pause and then. “I’m sorry, what was your name again?”

“The students know me as Miss Plummer, but it’s Alayna. And um.. Sorry I kicked you. I don’t  know why I did that.” I smiled sheepishly. 

“Alayna,” He repeated. And then chuckled and squeezed my shoulder “No need to apologize, I’m glad you did. That would’ve been embarrassing. Falling asleep in my first staff meeting doesn’t really look good. Thanks for saving my ass back there!”

 We were fast friends from that point on!

Sy pushed off the door frame he’d been leaning against and walked into my office. “Brought ya coffee, I was gonna sneak in and leave it on your desk but I guess it’s you surprising me this morning,” He said, setting the cup from our local coffee shop down on my desk. 

“That’s sweet of you!” I took a sip and almost choked. I expected just plain black coffee. He wasn’t the kind of guy to order fancy coffee. But this was actually my coffee order. “How did you know my coffee order?” He had a big grin on his face now. 

“I remembered it from that morning when we ran into each other in line a few weeks ago. Thought I’d be nice and bring my work wife some coffee since I was there.” He shrugged. He really was such a sweetheart. He looked tough and scary. I know he did. When he and a few of the other teachers in the history hall gathered between classes they looked intimidating. At least from a student's perspective.I knew them all well though. I’ve talked with students failing his class because they wouldn’t ask questions. When I asked why, they said they were nervous. But he was certainly no one to be afraid of. Yes, he could yell, but he saved that for the football field. The man was a damn teddy bear. 

“Thank you!” I smiled. I quickly looked out into the guidance office to make sure there were no students around. “But I know you didn’t walk all the way down here just to bring me coffee for the hell of it. You’re buttering me up for something. What do you need, Logan?” He laughed and shook his head plopping down on the edge of my desk.

“You know me too well, sugar. Two things!” He said. I rolled my eyes. “Hey now young lady, don’t get an attitude with me I’m not asking you to give up a kidney!” I hid my smirk behind a sip of coffee and nodded at him to continue.  “First, Can you look up Ty’s grades for me just at some point by the end of the day. He came into my office this morning and was all nervous about his algebra grade, swearing up and down it’s because he failed one quiz. But, I’m pretty sure,” I cut him off. 

“He’s not turning in his homework because he just started dating Caitlyn and they’ve been staying up texting all night.” He raised an eyebrow. 

“Uh, Yeah, How’d you know?”

“Caitlyn stopped in to see me this morning and we had a chat about it, amongst other things. I’ll double check but I’m sure you’re right. I’ll email it to you so you can have a chat with him. I was going to call him in  today but he listens better to you. When you talked about being a veteran and your time in Iraq at the Labor Day assembly, I think that really struck something with him. He looks up to you.” his eyes locked with mine and he smiled softly placing his hand over mine on the desk just for a second. 

“Thank you for saying that,” He said before moving his hand and leaning on the desk again. I just smiled. 

“What’s the other thing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because you could’ve just sent me that in an email.” He smirked. And his nose crinkled a little. Oh no. 

“So our first away game is tomorrow night,”

“I know,” 

“And you’re a big football fan, and you love those boys don’t you?” He was deflecting

“What do you want, Sy?” I asked again. He let out a long breath. 

“Carol was supposed to be a student chaperone for the student fans buuuttt well, you heard her kid is really sick? I need you to come chaperone. Actually. I kinda already said you would.” He quickly stood up from my desk and backed up to the other side, like he was afraid I’d hit him. 

I just leaned back in my chair and groaned, 

“ugh Sy! What if I had plans?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. He chuckled 

“You don’t!” I scoffed 

“You don’t know that?” I retorted. He smirked 

“Yeah, what big plans do you have for Friday night?” He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. I sighed. 

“Okay I don’t! But I could’ve!” I argued. “Why, didn’t you ask one of the other guys? Like Nick or I don’t know Mike?” I asked. 

“Nick’s an assistant coach, he’ll already be there. And we both know as much as Mike loves teaching…he does not want to spend his Friday night with the kids and at a football game making sure there’s no funny business. And you love the kids.” He was pleading now. Practically giving me puppy dog eyes. “And…Maybe I want you there,” He winked playfully. I looked down and jiggled the mouse on my computer to hide my blush. 

Jessica, who works the front desk of the guidance office swears he flirts with me. But I know he’s not. We’re friends. Good friends. We tease each other to make work a little more fun at best. But that's all it is. A man like Logan Syverson would never look twice at a girl like me. He’s fit and strong and tall and handsome. I’m pretty but I’m short and round and a little too quirky for my own good. Girls like me only get men like him in the movies. And I’m not stupid enough to believe otherwise.  Moment’s like these though. I do wonder a little. But I don’t let my thoughts wander too far. 

“Oh yeah?” I joke, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I mean maybe you’re our good luck charm. You’ve been at all our home games this year and we haven’t lost a game.” He said with a cheeky smile. 

“We’ve only had two Sy.” I say matter of fact. He just shakes his head. 

“That doesn’t mean you’re not good luck, but okay,” He held his hands up in defeat. “If you don’t want to do it I’ll figure something out. I messed up and didn’t ask you first. I’ll tell the boys their favorite guidance counselor doesn’t want to come support them. It’ll break their little hearts sugar but I’m sure they’ll find,” He pauses and lets out an exaggerated sigh “Some way to pull through and play a good game of football.” He frowned, shaking his head. I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows looking straight at him. 

“Are you done?” I deadpanned. He snickered softly and nodded. “Fine, I’ll go,” He smiled and walked over squeezing my shoulder. 

“You’re the best! It’s supposed to be chilly! Wear a sweater! And Free coffee,on me all night! I promise,” I rolled my eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah okay,” I chuckled.

“Seriously, I owe you sugar! I’m happy you’ll be there, I better get goin, class starts soon and I probably shouldn’t be late being that I’m the teacher,” He chuckled. 

“Get out of my office Logan!” I laughed. He smiled. 

“You’re the best!” He said one more time before finally walking out of my office. I shook my head and tapped at the keys on my keyboard to wake up my computer. I felt eyes on me and looked up to find Jessica standing in my doorway. 

“Don’t start!” I warned her. 

“Please, sugar. I really want you there!” she mocked. “He knows your coffee order, Alayna. How long are you going to ignore what’s right in front of you?” she asked exasperated. 

“It’s not like that Jess, He was just being sweet because he needed the help.” I said.

“Like you wouldn’t have done it anyway. You were trying to play coy but we both know you would have done it anyway.” She laughed. I blushed. And threw an eraser at her. 

“Get back to work!” She laughed. 

“Whatever you say… Sugar!” I snorted and we both chuckled for a minute. “I mean it Alayna, He’ll be kinda busy during the game and yes you’ll be keeping an eye on the students but take the opportunity to flirt back, he likes you, I’m not wrong!” She turned and walked back to her desk before I had a chance to say anything. And before I could spend any more time thinking about it my email notifications went off pulling me back into my work. 

The rest of my work day went by in a blur. I had meeting after meeting with students. My seniors were in panic mode, my juniors have early onset senioritis, and the freshman and sophomores came into vent about the daily woes of high school drama. Oh to be 16 again. 

With a full schedule of meetings I barely had time to eat lunch even in my office. When my phone lit up with a group text from two of my girlfriends asking about our weekly Thursday night dinner. I was quick to respond. 

(I’ll be there!) I sent the text, before packing up my desk for the evening. It had been a late night for me so it was just past 5. I didn’t bother going home first to change into something more casual. They were used to the office style by now. I felt my shoulders relax a little as I slipped into the booth next to skyler.

“Hey!” she said cheerfully, slowly pushing the glass of white wine they’d ordered for me closer. 

“You know me so well!” I smiled at her. 

“Long day?” Hayley asked from across the table, she picked up a tortilla chip and filled it with queso. I shrugged. 

“Not long in the sense that it was rough, just busy,” Skyler nodded and took a sip for her wine glass. 

“I feel that. I tried to get some school work done while the kids were down for a nap.” She runs an in-home daycare. She adores kids. But she’s also going back to school for a degree, Pediatric nursing. She’s a saint. I don’t know how she does it. 

“I commend you babe. The school is asking me to take classes, they want someone to take on the position as school psychologist. They’ve been trying to nudge me toward it the past couple of weeks. It’d be a raise but, that on top of the current workload? I don’t wanna drown myself ya know?”

“I totally get it, it’s not easy! But you should think about it. You’ve talked about it before! At least consider it.” Skyler said. 

“She’s got a point dude,” Hayley added. “Look at you guys moving up in the world while I’m stuck with an art block. If I can’t think of anything, my online shop isn’t gonna take off and I’ll be stuck at the factory forever!” She groaned and downed a quarter of her strawberry lemonade that was no doubt spiked. I looked sideways, meeting Skyler's eye. She was giving me the same look. 

“You’re just getting started Hayley.” Skyler said. 

“I know but if..”

“Ah, no buts!” I cut her off “We have to allow ourselves room for mistakes and error when we’re trying something new. You will get there. Give yourself the love you give your art! I don’t wanna hear anymore of that self deprecating bullshit from you! The people love their ghost fish!” I demanded, trying to hide a chuckle. She could be so stubborn! She was starting an online etsy shop for commissions and spreading the word through social media. She had all these fun ideas. She was a great artist. But of course it’s not an easy way to make money. And right now, things were slow. She would get there though! I know she would!

“Have I ever told you how annoying it is when you use your psychoanalysis shit on us?” she deadpanned. 

“Everyday but I still do it anyway, and that’s why you love me!”  She just laughed.

“Yeah okay buddy. Enough work talk, I lifted a bunch of heavy shit all day and I don’t wanna think about it. I just wanna eat my chips and queso and get drunk with my friends!” She said and scooped another chip through the queso. I laughed and held up my glass

“Cheers to that! Although we all know damn well it’s a Thursday night and we all have to get up early and we drove separately so drunk is relative but yes!” Skyler laughed and clinked her glass with mine. 

“Let her have her moment. Cheers to drunk Thursday dinner!” she said. 

“Fuck yeah!” Hayley added and added her glass in with ours. We all took a drink and it was quiet for only a second. 

“So,” Skyler spoke immediately. “It’s been a week, what's new?”

“Nothing for me, just still considering the offer to go back to school. My job would pay for it. Love life is still dry and I’ve bought like 3 new spicy romance books on my kindle this week!” I said laughing. 

“Fun!” Skyler smiled. “Hayley?” She asked and directed her attention across the table. 

“I went to Target and spent an obscene amount of money on fall stuff. We have a fall party coming up at work that I volunteered to do face painting for, but that should be fun! Oh there’s this new movie that came out I want you guys to come see with me I was hoping maybe tomorrow night?” she said. I started to agree. But then remembered my conversation with Sy earlier. 

“Oh tomorrow night? I can’t. I’m actually busy!” They both looked at me with raised eyebrows. 

“Since when are you busy on a friday night?” Hayley asked. Here we go. This is gonna open a whole can of worms. If Jess was good at getting my hopes up about Sy, these two were going to have me down right delusional. 

“There’s a football game. I like to support the team.” I said. Skyler snickered and a smirk spread across Hayley’s face. 

“You like to support the coach you mean?” Skyler asked. 

“That’s not true! I’ve always been a football fan!” I defended myself. Hayley chuckled

“Sure but since when do you go to away games? Isn’t it like 2 hours away?” She raised an eyebrow. I sighed. 

“Coach stopped by the office this morning, one of the other teachers that was supposed to chaperone the roadies tomorrow canceled and since he and I are friends he volunteered me to do it. He buttered me up with free coffee this morning and practically begged me to go tomorrow and… I just can’t say no to him. Plus he said he really wants me to be there.”  I swirled my wine glass and stared down at it. I knew the looks they were giving me.  I heard skyler squeal.

“Shut up! He asked you to come because he wants to spend time with you! Watch, I bet next week he’ll ask you out!”  She bounced in her seat. 

“He does not! He’s going to be busy with the team! He’s not going to have time to talk to me or anything.” I said taking a big gulp of wine. 

“Why else would he say he wants you there though. And clearly you want him to hang out with you. Or you want to hang out with him. Or you wouldn’t have given up your precious Friday night in!” Hayley smirked. 

“Okay, so what if I do. He’s not into me like that. He’s just friendly. He’s southern, it's just how he is!” I said, trying to hold onto whatever sanity I had left. 

“Really?” Skyler said. “Does he bring anyone else coffee? Ask if he can eat lunch in anyone else’s office?” Hayley but it

“Didn’t he get you a christmas gift last year?” she asked. 

“He was my secret santa!” I stated. They both sighed. 

“ I don’t know why you can’t see it but he likes you!” Skyler said. I started to  object but Hayley cut me off. 

“You don’t have to believe us. Just pay attention to how he acts around you tomorrow and the next couple of days. He's trying to make a move. And I know you have your little no coworkers rule,”

“Because if…”

“Ah, I don’t wanna hear it! He’s clearly trying to get your attention. And you work in a public high school it's not like everyone else isn’t hooking up.” She stated. 

“She’s got a point, remember all the teachers when we were in school? And he’s not just trying to hook up. He’s playing the long game,” Skyler said. “All we’re saying is IF we’re right,”

“And we are,” Hayley added. Skyler gave her side eye but laughed. 

“If he asks you out you should give him a chance. We’ve never met him but it’s clear he’s so into you. And he seems like a great guy. Don’t push him away because something COULD go wrong.” she said. At that point the waiter came up and we placed our order. I also ordered another glass of wine. But a wine buzz wasn’t enough to convince me they were right. Sy couldn’t like me. I wasn’t his type. But it didn’t matter. I will go tomorrow and have a good time watching the game and cheering on the boys and watching Sy in his element. And when it’s all said and done I’ll ride home with the student section and maybe catch the chance to say goodbye to my friend before we leave. And on Monday everything will be as it always has been. Sy and I are friends. 

I repeat that to myself as I walk the hall toward the gym after school on Friday. I turned down the hall toward the locker rooms and found his office door open. Sy was leaning back in his desk chair watching the tape from a few weeks ago. He noticed me before I spoke. He paused the video and smiled. 

“Hey you! To what do I owe the honor? You never venture down this way?”

“Just coming to double check the plan for tonight! We’re meeting back here at 5:15 and the bus leaves at 5:45?” I asked him. He nodded, running a hand over his beard. 

“Yeah, but I was thinking, you got plans for dinner?” He asked and raised an eyebrow. 

“Uh I was just gonna run home for dinner, why do you ask?” I leaned against the doorway and crossed my arms over my chest. I watched curiously as he chewed at his bottom lip for a moment. 

“I was gonna grab a bite to eat in town before the game. I won’t have time to go all the way home. Do you wanna come with me?” He finally made eye contact with me again and gave me a soft smile. 

“Oh um,” I hesitated for a second. 

“I’ll buy,” He smirked. I rolled my eyes. 

“You don’t have to do that, Sy,” I said softly. He stood up grabbing his keys off the desk. 

“I know, I want to.” He smiled and brushed his shoulder against mine as he walked out the door. “Come on, I’ll drive.” I raised an eyebrow 

“Driving me to dinner and you’re paying? Sy if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were flirting with me.” the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk and he stopped walking. He turned toward me and bit his lip trying to hold back a grin. 

“Alayna,” He chuckled nervously, “I find it hard to believe after all this time…” He was cut off by a loud whistle down the hallway. 

“Well ain’t that a cute couple!” a voice said in a horrible mock southern accent “Get it coach!” One of Sy’s boys called from just outside the weight room. Another one of the football players popped his head out the door to see what was going on and started making kissy sounds with his lips. Sy dropped his chin to his chest and shook his head but his shoulders shook when he chuckled, giving him away. He loved those boys he couldn’t be mad if he wanted to be. 

“Tyler you’re already on thin ice don’t make me bench you tonight! You too Matt. Don’t think I forgot about the little stunt you pulled in the parking lot last week!” He gave them a stern look

“Sorry coach!” they said in unison 

“It was funny though,” Matt mumbled. Sy shook his head

“Sure, You boys get out of here and get something to eat, I don’t need you passing out on me on the field tonight.” He held Matt’s gaze. 

“It was one time!” He stressed. 

“And it’s only gonna be one if I can help it. Go eat!” He barked. The boys immediately straightened up and nodded. 

“Yes coach!” Logan just chuckled and we kept walking. 

“They adore you,” I said. He smiled 

“Nah, they just know I’m not kidding’” I laughed. 

“Oh come on Sy, you aren’t that mean, or you wouldn’t care so much,” We walked out the back door to the teacher parking lot and headed to his truck. “Hey… what were you saying earlier,” He raised an eyebrow. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about sugar,” He smirked. 

“Sure you don’t cowboy,” I rolled my eyes and hopped up into the truck after he unlocked it.  He slid in next to me and started the engine. 

“Where do you wanna eat?” He looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. I shrugged. 

“Doesn’t matter to me, you’re buying,” I said flatly. 

“Sugar,” He threw his arm over the back of the seat, his fingertips brushing my shoulder, as he backed out of the parking spot. He left it there as he pulled out on the road. “Don’t be shy with me, I know you love food darlin.  I’ll drive all around town and we’ll starve until you tell me what you want.” I looked over at him just in time to make eye contact before his eyes shifted back toward the road. He shook his head and tried to hide his smirk. 

“You are so dramatic,” I teased, trying to play it cool but I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks. 

“Oh, I’m dramatic? Weren’t you the one tearing up in her office because of a book you were readin?” He snickered. I reached over and playfully smacked him in the chest. 

“Shut up!” I laughed. He held his hand to his chest feigning hurt. 

“Ow!” He pouted. 

“That did not hurt! I barely hit you!” he side eyed me still pouting but the corners of his mouth started to break into a smile

“Over here committing spousal abuse.” He shook his head. I laughed so hard I snorted. 

“We’re not married Sy!” 

“You’re my work wife, it's the same damn thing” He chuckled. “Seriously, where do you wanna eat, I’m starving.” 

“My god Logan,” I laughed. “Um fine, I haven’t tried that new sushi and ramen place yet!” I said. He almost slammed on the break. 

“You haven’t?! That place is right up your alley, all trendy and shit. It’s real good too!” 

“You think I’m trendy?” I raised an eyebrow. He looked over for a moment and caught my eye giving me a gentle smile. 

“I think you deserve to be taken out to nice places.” And here I was blushing again. 

“Sy,” I started but my phone buzzed in my lap distracting me, I wasn’t really sure what to say anyway. It was a group chat with the girls asking me what time we leave tonight. They were going to have a field day with this. And instead of just replying I decided to start a fire. I tapped my screen to open my camera and held it up to take a selfie “Smile, cowboy.” He chuckled. 

“What are you doin over there, sugar?” He smirked but glanced over at the camera quickly so I could snap a quick photo. 

“Lighting a match.” I smirked. He bit his lip and chuckled softly. 

“You’re something else,” He spoke as we pulled into the restaurant. I quickly sent the picture to the group chat and slid my phone into my purse.

Sy was right. This place was incredible. And very trendy. 

“God I can’t get over how good this place is!” I said for like the 4th time. Logan smiled. 

“I told ya, Darlin,” The waitress came and brought out our bill and I reached for my purse. “Hey, No, I told you, I’m paying.” He said pulling out his wallet and handing his card to the waitress. 

“Thank you Sy, I appreciate it,” He grinned.

“Anytime, you deserve it,” I blushed, “ you’re really saving my ass tonight.” I forced a smile, so that’s what this is about. I told the girls this was all just because he needed something. 

“It’s no big deal Logan.” I said. I pulled my phone out and checked my messages. There were like 10 from the group chat now. 

“OMG YOU'RE WITH HIM?!”

“You didn’t tell us you were getting dinner with him.”

“UNLESS THEIR NOT GETTING DINNER ;)”

“What else would they be….oh”

“Alayna you better not be fucking the football coach right now.”

“Leave her alone Hayley she can fuck him if she wants to BUT IF YOU DO I WANT DETAILS”

“ALAYNAAAAA”

“GIRLLLL ANSWER USSSSS”

“Seriously dude you can’t just send us a picture of you with your hunky football coach man crush and just disappear.”

“OMG THEY’RE TOTALLY FUCKING”

I held back a smile and shook my head. 

“It is a big deal,” He said and grabbed my hand across the table. “I’m glad you’re gonna be there tonight.” I smiled but pulled my hand back. 

“Sure, because you needed another chaperone.” I joked. His eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head catching my eye. 

“Yeah, but I wanted it to be you, I like hangin out with you. And you’re really fun to watch in the stands. I didn’t know you could be so…aggressive.” He smirked. 

“I’m just really passionate about football!” I argued. “And how do you know you like hanging out with me? We've barely seen each other outside of work.” I questioned. 

“Well we should change that,” he said.

“Won’t your girlfriend get jealous?” I asked. I knew a lot about him but he never mentioned any relationship. I’d be stupid to think he wasn’t seeing someone. He laughed. God I loved that sound. 

“Don’t have one sugar,” He said with a mischievous grin on his face. 

“How?” It was my turn to be confused. 

“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” He retorted quickly. 

“I … because…” I stuttered, unable to come up with an answer.

“Haven’t found the right guy yet huh?” He pauses, “guess that’s where I’m at, she just ain’t found me yet.” He smiled. Right then the waitress came back with his card. “Thanks honey,” He said, giving her his signature smile. He signed the receipt and stood from the table. “We oughta get going. Don’t wanna be late for the game!” 

Sy drove us back to the school and parked his truck next to my car. “Oh no!” I sighed. 

“What's wrong?” He asked. 

“I was going to grab a sweatshirt when I went home and,” I opened my car, turning on the light to look in  the back seat. “I don’t have an extra in my car.” I pouted. 

“Is that all?” He chuckled. He reached into the back seat of his truck and pulled out a black hoodie. “Here. I always have an extra in the truck you can wear mine. Don’t want you to catch a cold.” I took it from him tentatively. 

“Sy, this is your coach sweatshirt.” I said. 

“One of ‘em yeah.” He smiled. 

“I…okay,” I just shook my head and pulled the hoodie on. He bit his lip. 

“Looks good on ya,” He smirked. 

“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes. Before we could continue to tease each other the buses pulled up. And I could see some of the students' cars pulling into the student lot “We’d better head over there!” I said quickly. Logan nodded. 

“Yeah, we better get going.”

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[drewharrisonwriter]

No Ties

Henry Cavill x Actress OFC

Summary: You don't do commitments, and it looks like Henry may be down for it.

AO3 | Masterlist

You had just wrapped up a movie with your Hollywood crush, Henry Cavill, not more than a week ago, and now you were sailing in a catamaran across Italy with him and your closest friends, Pedro, Oscar, and Sarah before the press tours.

Your admiration for Henry had been a long-standing affair, something you'd made clear long before you began working together. You'd even cracked jokes during the previous year's Oscars where you won Best Supporting Actress, cheekily thanking him in your speech, despite not having worked together at that point.

With the movie-making behind you, you were finally able to relax with the people who made you feel most at ease, including Henry.

"I'm not a virgin, if that's what you're asking," you told him candidly, causing him to snort and nearly spill his drink. The warmth of the whisky tingled the roof of his mouth and the back of his nose.

"That's not what—"

"May I remind you that I'm nearing my 30s," you continued, adding a playful twist to the conversation.

"I–I am just curious because, you know..." He stammered, clearly wrestling with his words. You understood what he meant; to Henry, you seemed young, and he had no confirmation of any public relationships. You nodded, encouraging him to continue.

"I'm sorry," he began as you settled beside him, tucking your feet up on the cushioned booth of the catamaran's dining area.

"I, uh... am just curious, you know, and I am not here to judge—"

"Are you attracted to me?" you blurted out with an almost deadpan expression, catching him off guard. His cerulean eyes widened in surprise, and he held his breath.

He remained still in mild shock at your words, and you continued, "Because why else would you be so interested in what I've done in the sack?"

"Can't a person be curious?" Henry tried to play it cool, taking a sip from his glass as you pouted and shook your head lightly.

"I'll have sex with you, if that's what you want. Gladly," you stated bluntly, leaving him with his mouth hanging open in complete shock.

Despite the public knowledge that you were a huge fan of him, likely mentally dating him for years, you made it clear that committed relationships were not your thing. It's just the way you lived, you told people.

You had been a professional singer for over a decade, and your rise to stardom had been meteoric. Each album, each single, each tour was a resounding success. In the past three years, you had ventured into the world of movies and achieved success there as well. 

Sarah once told you that everything you touch turns to gold, and Pedro humorously referred to you as Queen Midas. 

Given the way you were living your life, the last thing you needed was a relationship that could potentially hold you back.

"Did you finally break him?" Oscar chuckled as he descended into the kitchen, shaking his head with a smug look on his face. Pedro and Sarah followed him, removing their sunglasses as they took a seat opposite you and Henry.

Henry took another sip from his glass, suspiciously longer than necessary.

"Did she give you the 'I don't do relationships' spiel?" Pedro laughed, and Sarah rolled her eyes, but a huge smile was plastered on her face.

Henry gently set the glass down on the table, his eyes locked onto it as he seemed to contemplate his response.

"I'm—surprised. Your songs are so... romantic. That's why I asked, I mean... you must have experienced strong feelings for people for you to pen and sing those songs," he finally spoke, his gaze still fixed on the glass.

"Do you want to know her secret?" Sarah asked excitedly, biting her lower lip. Henry looked up and nodded his head with a shy smile. "She writes about our experiences. Not hers..." She giggled.

"That makes sense."

Later that evening, as your friends dozed off in the living area of the catamaran, you found Henry on the deck, gazing at the distant view of Amalfi, a drink and cigar in hand. You announced your presence by lightly knocking on a nearby pole. He turned around and warmly smiled at you as you walked toward him, slipping under his free arm.

Surprised and uncertain of what to do, you guided his free arm to wrap around your waist, and he relaxed in response.

"So what..." He began, "Are we a thing now?" You both exchanged glances and laughed as you wrapped your arms around him, leaning against his chest.

"You could say that. Just let me know if you want to stop, and everything stops," you assured him.

"Is that how this works? What do you do when you catch feelings?" Henry asked with a hint of curiosity. You giggled in response.

"Well, that's the thing. No feelings. Just... fun and company." you stated matter-of-factly.

"I don't know how I feel about that."

"Well, you can start by not telling me how you feel about that." You chuckled and he was smiling, amused as he shook his head in disbelief. 

You looked up at him, and he was already looking down at you, slowly leaning in. You closed your eyes as the tip of his nose brushed against yours, his breath warm and carrying the scent of whisky and cigar—intoxicating. You inhaled it slowly, and his lips finally met yours. You leaned back and loosened your arms around him, tiptoeing to meet his lips where they were.

It was your first real kiss, not something rehearsed for a music video or a movie, where dozens of people scrutinized your every move for the audience.

This was... real life.

"So..." He breathed, "No feelings, huh?" A smile curled up on your face as you shook your head, leaning back in to kiss him some more.

"Yeah. No feelings. That's the only rule." You whispered. 

"Wanna take this inside?" He nodded, and you both made your way back to your room.

"This is not how I pictured our first time would be," you mumbled as you slowly unbuttoned his shirt while he untied your robes. He sucked in a breath as the fabric fell on the floor, revealing everything for him to see.

"Commando, huh?" He looked up at you, a sudden intensity in his usually soft blue eyes. You cocked your head back in a slight laugh.

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[witchersmistress]

Let's play a game shall we?

I was setting up my laptop to work on some WIPS when I saw a sticky note stuck to my screen that said;

Yes my Queen

That mouth whispers such pretty lies, let's see what else that tongue can do..

With no context or a character and I don't remember what I was working on when I wrote it.. so who do we think

There are no right or wrong answers

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[mattmurdock42]

Henry dressed as a vampire. ( Henry as Husband)

Henry Cavill X female reader./ Henry X Wife / Henry as a dad.

Smutt, overstimulating, beging, p in v, Henry dom, vampire kinks.

+-3.3k

It was the birthday of your son, Tomás. A few days ago, you and your husband, Henry, asked if he wanted a party and he happily said yes, with a halloween theme, as it was close to it. You had asked all your son´s friend´s mothers if they could came and they all said yes, so, now, you´d have twelve 6 years old boys and girls, plus one of their parents at your house for a party. Your son was so ecxited that he couldn´t stop talkig about it. Your husband was encharged of your costumes. He got a mummy one for Tomás, a vampire for him and a pirate one for you. The day of the party came. Henry had to shoot a scene from his series until 3 pm, so, you´d have to welcome the guests alone until he came. You woke up and he was already gone. You made breakfast for you and Tomás and then you two started to prepare the backyard for the party. You two went out for lunch and then came back to make your costumes. You left him watching tv while you got ready, then you went to get him ready. 2pm came, his friends started to arrive. You were friend to most of the mothers, actually. Three of then were very close to you since college days. When all the guests arrived you saw how many different costumes had: witches, pirates, fairies, robots, vampires, super heroes, skeletons and more. Most parents were as pirates or witches. While the kids played, you all sat under a told and started to talk about the children. All of them said that their kids were really ecxited for this themed party, and they all complimented the idea. You said it was Tomás idea and he also was ecxited for it. After a while Henry arrived, he was already with his costume- he had taken it to work and putted it when he finished the shooting. He was wearing a black trouser with a social black shirt. His hair was put behind with gel, he had eyeliner and fangs on his canine teeth. Your breath stopped when you saw him. He greeted everyone and he and the other mens went to another place to talk and watch things. You and the other mothers talked about children, career, marriege and hobies. The talk was amazing, but it was time for cake. You all reunited around a big garden table and Tomás got on a stool- since he didn´t let Henry lift him in front of his friends- to be on the same high as the candles. The rest of the party was perfect, everyone ate and had fun. You and henry said goodbye to everyone and thanked then for coming. You said to Tomás to get inside and take the vegetables he wanted for dinner. As he did that, you and Henry cleaned the garden. When it was over, you got inside and gave Tomás a bath while henry cooked. You finished his bath, dressed him, and then went to your bath. Henry finished the dinner and you three had grilled vegetables for dinner. After, you did the dishes and henry went to take a shower, since he was still dressed as a vampire, except his fangs.

A couple of days passed since the party. One day, you recieve a message from your cousin saying that it will be a family lunch next weekend, and her dauther gave the idea of children going in costumes, since it would be halloween, so she had the idea of everyone going dressed in costumes. You confirmed your family presence. You loved the idea of seeing your cousins again, you all were really close.

You three went with your costumes from the last party. There, children were running, men were around the barbecue taking care of the meat, women were talking and were around the drinks and the desserts. You had brought a sweet pie that you made. Everyone was dressed as well. Your aunts and you were talking and they commented how pretty Henry was in that costume. You got embareced and blushed for him. At lunch time, when all of you were around the table, one little niece of your, dauther of your cousin, came to Henry and asked.

Little niece: uncle, why you didn´t dressed as Superman? since you are superman!

Everyone at the table laughed.

Henry: sorry little one, but the costume store didn´t have any superman costume when i went, it was sold out.

Little niece: but you didn´t get the superman costume when you finished the movie?

Henry: i tried to get it, but they wouldn´t let me, they would have to keep it for a while longer. But as soon as it is finished, i´ll get it.

In the afternoon, one of your cousins had the idea of making fun shots of everyone. You tried to hide, since you didn´t like photos, but one of your cousins pulled you to it. You tried to hide behind Henry but the stepped aside, saing it was a good idea to take the photos. You looked at him, with mad eyes. You all took several pictures: you and your cousins, all the girls, all the man, just children, each families (grandma make sure of that one being taken, she wanted everyone in her album). Iin yours with Henry, he stood behind you with Tomás in his shoulders and pretended to bite your neck, while you were secretly cointaining yourself to not moan with him sucking your neck dresssed like that. Of course he noticed, since he knew you well. In the end of the family lunch, your little niece asked Tomás if he wanted to sleep over and play with her the next day. They were the same age and get along so well that you and Henry couldn´t say no. Beside, Henry had plans for the night that he would prefer his son wouldn´t be home.

You went home and got back to leave some things for Tomás, like, toothbrush and clothes.

You and Henry was getting back home, he was driving and you were zoning out with the music you had putted. Then, out of nowhere, you feel something grabbing your thigh roughly. You look down and see Henry´s hand. You get home and, before you could put one foot inside the house, he lifts you, throwing you on his shoulders and going to your room. Arriving there, you already knew that he noticed the repreended moan and wanted to hear you scream that same one. He putted you on the bed and lighted the room with candles. He gently took of your pirate costume.

Herny: you shouldn´t repress a groan, pretty girl, but i understand why you did it.

You looked at him. You were feeling exposed being the only one naked, he didnt even let your panties.

Henry: tell me, you wanted to moan because you wanted sex tonight, you were needy, or you were horny because of the costume?

He already knew the answer, it was not the first time you were horny with him in a costume, it happened before when his make up was not fully gone from the witcher, and when you visited him on the set of mission impossible. But he would make you say it, he wanted to hear how you were.

y/n: i-i´m horny.

You say blushing and looking down. He gets your entire jaw with one hand and pull it up, so you can look to him.

Henry: you should have said it before. You know i don´t like that you keep this kind of secrets from me.

y/n: i´m sorry.

Henry: what do you like more about it?

y/n: i think the fangs, maybe.

You say in a whisper.

Henry: why maybe?

This conversation were making you mad.

y/n: i´m not sure because you aready have big canines, this protesis just made them a little bigger, not much, so i don´t know if it made a difference or not.

He takes it of and smiles.

Henry: so? was the fangs that made you horny?

y/n: no, maybe it was your hair in place?

Henry: maybe?

y/n: stop asking this.

You say, tired of this talk.

Henry: my delicate girl, i just wanna know. So i can do it more times.

y/n: no, looking better at it, it´s not your hair, i like it messed, natural curled. It is the eyeliner with the groomed hair. The combination itself.

Henry: see? it wasn´t so hard. With a little talk and patience, you got there.

He says grinning.

y/n: congrats, socrates would be proud of you.

You say with a sarcastic tone. He hated when you were desrespectful, and you knew that. Sometimes, when you wanted to tease your dom, you would be bratty.

He rushes to you, brutally pushing you to lay down and getting on top of you. You really knew how to get on his nerves. He took his strap and chained your hands to the bed. He took some lubricant and barely passed on your vulva, quickly inserting four fingers inside of you, making you scream loud with pain. His other hand started to dance on your clit, making your back twist. After some time you cum. He keeps doing it until you do it again, and one more time. Your vagina were sensible. He goes up to your neck and starts to suck it hard, making sure to leave bruises, while his hands played with your tits. He stopped and sat beside you, running his hands along your waist and your thighs. If you wanted something more from him, you´d have to ask, beg. He was passing his hands through your body, stopping and looking it from every angle, you were feeling to much exposed.

y/n: please, take your clothes of too. please.

Henry: i´m not sure about it.

y/n: please, be naked too.

After five minutes he decided to take his clothes also.

He gets on top of you and started to kiss you until you lost your breath for a long time. When he stopped you were weak. He unchained you and turned you to lay on your stomach. He pulled you to bend. One arm wrapped around your waist, not letting you go, and the other, slowly going in and out of you. You were done with his hands. You wanted to ride him while looking at his face as a vampire.

y/n: Henry, stop it. I wanna ride you. Let me top you, for once.

He stopped the hand inside you. But the other was still holding tight your waist.

Henry: i don´t know, i don´t think you deserve it. Hiding secret kinks from me and being arrogant.

You knew he would let you, but you´d have to barg more.

y/n: i know i was not good. But i´ll redime myself making you feel good.

Henry: i´m already feeling good now, darling.

y/n: please, Henry, let me. I wanna ride you while i see you like this. I´ll be a good top. i promise.

He let go of your waist and lays on his back.

Henry: go on, i´m all yours.

You leave the bed and go to get his fangs on the desk.

y/n: open your mouth, please.

He obeys and you put his fangs on place. You get op top of him, each thigh on one side of him. You lean for a kiss, noticing his difficulty to do it because of the fangs. You put his dick on your vagina and starts to move your hips, slowly increasing the speed. His hands grip your hips. You support you weight on your hands, which were on his waist. After some time, you hear a soft groan leave his throat. You smile at your acomplishment. You keep thrusting yourself until he cums, followed by you.

y/n: have i redemed myself?

Henry: a little.

You get out of him, taking his condom off and licking the point of his dick. After, you give him and a exeptional oral sex, always looking at his face, seeing his mouth open; the combination of the make up with the hair and fangs driving you crazy.

y/n: am i a good girl now?

Henry: i think you are pardoned.

You smile and goes up to him. You take his fangs of and messed his hair. It was straightened, but you didn´t mind. You two started to make out, with you on top. After some minutes he says:

Henry: let´s take a shower, then go to sleep, it´s almost 2 am.

You agreed and you both go to the shower. Of course you had sex there too. You came back to bed and slept cuddling.

The next day you two enjoyed each other and, at night, went to get Tomás.

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Fuck the ring

So here goes nothing i guess 

This is the first time i wrote something so it’s also the first time i post something like this on here ( so bear with me idk wtf i’m doing)

I wrote this story after a dream i had about August Walker but you can imagine anyone you like really. It’s super short and i don’t think there are any warnings, just pure fluff really. 

English is not my first language so there are probably going to be some mistakes, sorry.

I’ll shut up now, if anyone reads this, thank you!!

I hope you enjoy it!

Tag: @notabronte​

(ps found the images on google so credits to the owner)

This. 

This is exactly what she needed and he was right to take her away from their everyday life. The stress, the constant pressure, the people. 

Now it was just them, lying on a balcony chair hidden from the burning afternoon sun in Florence.

"I could stay here forever." Her quiet whisper breaks the silence. 

"We could" He whispers back and he feels her smile against his neck  

"No we can't" 

 No they couldn't, soon they needed to get back to their everyday life , the stress, the pressure, the people.....

"When it gets to much we'll come back" He vows while she sits a little straighter so she can look up at him.  

"Deal" 

She has never looked more beautiful than in this moment, her hair a mess because he keeps running his fingers through it. Her skin kissed by the sun her eyes free of worry, her smile as bright as the afternoon sun.

The words slips from his mouth without thinking. 

"Marry me" 

Surprise fills her beautiful eyes "What?" 

He sits up and pulls her on his lap so they are facing.

"Marry me" He whispers while cupping her face in his hands but then realizes.

"I don't have ring, but we can pick one when we're back home." 

Tears run down her cheeks but her mouth forms the most beautiful smile. 

"Fuck the ring" she whispers before her lips meets his.

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A Word Like That

A Word Like That

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

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Innocent!Reader

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

Word Count: 700ish

Any typos are my own!

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything about him was delicious. 

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

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

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

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

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We meet again ✿ Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes x Detective!Reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: After your father stepped down as a detective, you decided to take over and got on your first case. What you did not expect is a letter standing on your front porch from a person you wanted to leave in the past…

Warning: smut, nsfw 18+, murder

A/N: Hello everyone! I have not written a smut in a long time so if this is bad just let me know. English is not my first language, so let me know if I made any mistakes. I do not allow for my work to be posted or translated on this or any other platform. 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Ever since you were little you were introduced to the world of the detectives. Your father was a detective him self and was also, your biggest role model.

You two have traveled all around the world to solve cases together. You were his little Nancy Drew.

As years went by your father became old and decided to step down, meaning that you would have to take over his job. You were excited at first, until you got on your first case.

There has been a murder in a neighborhood not that far from yours. The person who was murdered was a young woman, probably in her late 20s. Her body was found by her sister who came home late at night that day. Her sister owns one of the most popular bookshops in town and that day, the bookshop held a small event, celebrating the success of a new book that was recently published by a writer that was from the town. The book became really popular not just in your town, but also across the country so they had a reason to celebrate.

Her sister sent you a letter asking you if you could solve the murder and you agreed.

Solving murder cases were not your thing since your father never allowed you to help him whenever he was asked to solve a murder.

But your father has stepped down, and now you are the one in charge so you have to try your best.

The woman’s sister invited you over to their house so you could investigate.

The living room where her body was found looked pretty normal to you and did not see anything suspicious.

“Was your sister at the event too?” You asked the woman.

She looked at you for a few seconds before she spoke. She was still in shock after finding her sister’s body so you understood why she took her time.

“She was, but only for a short amount of time. She said that she was not feeling well and wanted to go home. I told her that we can go together since its dark and could be dangerous but she did not want me to leave since she that the event was important to me. After a hour or two I kinda felt that something was wrong and was scarred that something might have happened to her so I left to see if she was doing okay. I was first relieved to see that the lights were on but that quickly changed when I saw her lying lifeless on the ground.”

You noted every detail before asking her other questions.

“Did she act differently at the event? Was she maybe scared or maybe uncomfortable?”

The woman took her time since she tried to remember the way her sister acted.

“What I remember is that she was a little bit scared, like she saw a ghost or something but I brushed it off since she was often scared or shy whenever she was crowded by the people. What surprised me the most is that she requested to walk home alone at such late hours. She never went out when it was dark unless there was someone with her, but I thought that she was brave enough to alone so I let her. I also saw that she was walking fast, like as if she was running from someone.”

You noted every important detail about the night.

You asked the woman if she had any scars. Anything that would prove that she was murdered.

She told you that she had bruises on her body, mostly on her neck. She also told you that police and doctors believe that the killer held their hands on her neck until her last breath. There were a few scars that were caused by a sharp object that could have been a knife or other things like glass.

That’s everything she knew since they are still trying to find the cause of death before she is laid to rest.

You went around the house to see if the killer left something or dropped something. You found nothing.

Her sister let you search in her room.

You checked everywhere until you opened a box that was hidden under her bed. The box was full of letters.

All the letters she has received were from a guy named Connor Smith.

Most of them were love letters where he declared his love to her, until you opened the letter that were sent to her only a moth before she was killed.

You could definitely see that his love turned into obsession. He told her that she will always belong to him. That he was the only man she was allowed to love. He also wrote her that she should stop seeing the man she was out with once, which meant that he was probably stalking her.

You exited the room so that you could talk to her sister.

“Do you know if a man named Connor Smith was at the event?”

The woman looked at you with a weird look on her face.

“Yes, Connor used to work at the bookshop until two weeks ago. I invited him since he help us a lot with the bookshop.”

You noted that down.

“Did you maybe see him around your sister that night?”

“I am just asking because he sent your sisters some letters so I need to know. Was Connor around your sister that night?”

“Yes he actually was. They talked about something and maybe a half an hour or so she asked if she could go home since she did not feel well.”

You noted that down too and told her that you will come back in a few days. You also told her that she should tell you if she found something suspicious or any new clues.

You thanked her for inviting you over and left her home.

After leaving their home, you stopped at the local marked and bought some groceries since your dad requested it in the morning before you left.

You brought everything that your father requested and left. When you arrived to your house, you saw that there was a letter at the door.

Ever since you got this case, people would not stop asking you about it. They wanted to know everything. You have received letter from people in town who wanted to be part of the case. You even received letters from the local newspaper with dozens of questions.

Who did it? What clues did you find? Any suspects?

All you wanted was to be left alone and solve this case in peace.

Before you opened the letter, you stored the groceries that you brought and made your father some lunch since he was starving. Poor man.

Leaving your father to eat in peace, you went to your room and opened the letter.

I heard that you just got your first case

If you need any help, I am there for you

S.H

You instantly rolled your eyes when you saw who sent you the letter.

Sherlock Holmes, one of the most successful and most popular detectives in the world. He was smart and intelligent, knew several languages and every case he got, was solved.

But you knew Sherlock way before he even became a detective.

You two used to be lovers until he became a detective and made it his priority.

You did not care at first. You were happy that he was doing something that he loves.

Until, he started to travel around the world to solve cases.

During that time you would miss him a lot and wrote him letters daily. He never responded to one of them.

After he came back from Spain, solving a case that involved kidnapping, he admitted cheating on you with other woman so he could get some information out of her since she was one of the main suspects.

He told you that it meant nothing to him but you did not believe him, so you left him.

And after five years of no contact, he sends you a letter saying that he will help you with the case. What an idiot, you thought.

You ignored his letter and went off with your day.

You went down to the town center to visit your favorite cafe, hoping that you could relax and read the notes you took while visiting the victim’s sister.

You sat down at your favorite spot, outside since it was a nice day and the sun was shining, and ordered some coffee and your favorite cookies.

You were so lost in the notes you took that you did not notice the person standing behind you.

“Well, we meet again sweetheart.” He spoke softly

That made you jump since you did not know that he was behind you. You even realized that others were staring at you.

Turning around to see the figure behind you, you could not help but to roll your eyes again.

It was Sherlock.

He took the seat next to yours and sat down, meanwhile you started reading your notes again, ignoring Sherlock

A few seconds went by before he spoke again.

“Are you going to ignore me again”

You did not say anything as you still read your notes.

“Did you receive my letter” he spoke

You looked up at him

“I did” you spoke back

“I meant everything I wrote in the letter. I am willing to help you with the case if you just let me…” He could not even finish the sentence because you cut him off.

“I do not need your help. I am capable of solving it alone.” You spoke harshly

Sherlock understood why you were like this since he has hurt you a lot, but he really wants to help you.

The lady who works at the cafe, came with you order.

You were about to pay her, but Sherlock was faster.

He payed your order and ordered some coffee too. The lady noted down Sherlocks order and left.

“What do you know about the case?” He asked you.

You knew that he will not give up so you just answered him.

“Well I visited her sister today. She is terrified and wants answers to why could someone do this to her sister. I asked her a few questions about that night. She told me that her sister did act weird and that she was scarred. She described it as she has seen a ghost. She later on leaves the event at around midnight, saying that she does not feel well. Her sister feels like something is wrong and goes home to check up on her only to find her dead in the living room. Her body has both bruises and scars. Most of the bruises were on her neck and doctors and the police believe that the killer killed her by pressing their hands on her neck until her last breath. The cuts were caused by a sharp object. Could have been a knife or glass but I did not find anything suspicious until I checked her room where I found letters from a man named Connor Smith. He has sent her too many love letters over the years. The last letters she received from him was a month ago. In the letters, it said that she should stay away from the man that she was seeing because he did not deserve her. I suspect that Connor was stalking her too, but I can not say that its clear that he did. I asked her sister if Connor was at the event, which she said that he was and that they had a conversation. Shortly after their conversation, her sister came up to her, asking her if she could go home since she did not feel well.”

“So, this Connor is the…” Sherlock spoke before you cut him off.

“Is the main suspect, but I need to find the name of the other guy she was seeing. He could also be a suspect or may know something we don’t.”

Sherlock nodded as he listens to you.

“What are your plans now for the case?” He asks

“Well, they are still checking for a cause of death, but the main theory of the death cause is that the killer killed her by chocking her very hard until she took her last breath. I wanted to hear if they have found something in her body since she said that she was not feeling well. Could be because she was talking to Connor, but it could also be that she was..” You spoke, but to your surprise, Sherlock cut you off.

“Poisoned” he spoke

“That’s one of my theories, but I could be wrong.”

“At this point everything is possible.” He spoke before asking you more questions about the case.

“Do you know where Connor lives?” Just then, the lady comes out with Sherlocks order and he pays.

“Well, no but he used to work at the bookshop where the event was being held at so they probably know.”

Sherlock nodded and then drank his coffee. Then you realized that your coffee and food is still untouched so you take a bite of cookies and drink some coffee too before you speak again.

“We have not seen each other for five years and then you all of a sudden send me a letter where you will gladly help me with my first case. Why?!”

Sherlock looked at you for a moment before he spoke.

“The truth is that I wanna make it up to you and helping you with your first case would be my honor. I know that was an idiot for doing the things back then, and regret doing it. I regret hurting you and most of all, I regret leaving you.”

At that moment you told your self “he does not mean it”, but then you saw that his eyes are filled with tears that are threatening to spill.

“I don’t know if I can forgive your for hurting me back then, but what I know for sure is that we can try again, but…as friends for now.” You spoke while looking at him

“I understand but could I at least help you with the case?” He asked as a smile began to form on his face. You chuckled since you could not take him seriously.

“Fine, I would be needing some help.” You said while chuckling.

Both of you finished your drinks and you shared your cookies with Sherlock before standing up and leaving.

You walked around town and talked about each others lives.

He told you about the amazing places he visited while solving cases.

From Paris to Moscow, and even Cape Town. He told you that he can bring you with him when he travels again.

You smiled at that, already imagining the places you two could visit, but that imagination was cut short when you told yourself that you have moved on and wanted to stay as friends.

Well, so you thought.

You walked together for what seemed like hours, but it was only 10 minutes.

You two found yourself standing on Sherlocks porch.

Sherlock opened the door and yelled “Hello!?” to see if anybody was home, but it was dead silent.

“Well turns out we are alone” he said while turning to look at you.

You gulped hard, since the last time you were alone with him in his house was when you had your huge fight with him because of his affairs. You ended things with him and stormed out. You have been there to visit Enola and her mother but you were never there when Sherlock was back.

You headed towards his office to focus more on the case.

You went through the notes you took, to see if you can at least solve something. What bothered you the most was that you did not know the name of the other guy she was seeing.

It would have been much easier to know since he could tell his side of the story, but right now he is on the list of the main suspects.

“How are we going to find the guy she was seeing if don’t know his name or have any description of him?” He asked

“I don’t know but I think its best for us to investigate and see if Connor is behind her death. Besides, the news have spread around town, so he is going to come forward sooner or later.”

“You are probably right” He sighed

During the time you spend in his office, you would often notice that his hand would often brush yours or your waist. You did not mind at first but he kept on going so you decided to confront him.

You pulled away from him and yelled “Alright Sherlock, ever since I got here, you would not stop touching me!!! So if you don’t have anything better to do then I think that I should leave!!”

You were about to exit his office when he suddenly pulled you into a kiss. You really hated yourself at that moment since you gave in.

He pulled away and looked into your eyes before he spoke.

“These past years without you have been hell and everyday I hate myself even more for hurting you and don’t think I could ever forgive myself for making my work my priority and doing all those disgusting tings I did that hurt you. I think about you, I dream about you every damn night and I love you…more than anything in this world.”

You looked at him with tears in your eyes, and did not know what to say.

Sherlock later on took you to his bedroom without pulling his lips from yours. He laid you down on the bed before pulling away from you to take his shirt off. He then helped you get out of your corset and rest of the dress. He finally took his pants, along with his underwear. He then laid on top of you and began kissing your neck.

“May I??” He asked for your permission. You have done this while you were still lovers but it was a long time ago so it was the only right thing to do.

“Yes” You blurted out.

He slowly lined himself on your entrance and began thrusting. You both began moaning softly while he kept a slow pace since you needed some time to get used to his size.

“Fuck, it feels so good” He said.

You could not form any words at the moment because of the pleasure.

Sherlock later on sped up the pace and you were a moaning mess.

“You okay sugar?” He asked while thrusting into you.

“Yes! It just feels soo goood!” You said.

Both of you reached your limit and were out of breath.

“Did you really mean everything you said?” You asked.

“Every word. Do you think that we can try again?” He asked

You were skeptical about that but you had other plans.

“Well first of all, it would take some time for me to trust you again so you would have to prove it. Second of all, yes we can but as friends for now until I know that I can trust you again.”

Both of you looked at each other and smiled. He came on top of you again and gave you one last kiss before you both doze off.

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...So am I - Chapter 13

Summary: You are a high ranking Agent with Interpol, happily enjoying your career and domesticity with Walter; but a link to your very dark past emerges. Will your long past connection to a dark August Walker threaten everything you have?

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Female Reader (called Veronica), Dark August Walker x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, BDSM, impact play, branding, dub-con, non-con, Oral, Fingering, Unprotected Sex. Dark August Walker x reader. Character death. “DEAD DOVE: Do Not Eat!”

Author's Note: Just wanted to say THANK YOU to everyone that took time to comment, reblog and like. I've had horrible writer's block over how to finish this series up. I did have another angst-filled twist planned but opted for a fluffy ending instead. This is the FINAL chapter, but there is a short epilogue to follow.

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Chapter 13

You come round in the chopper, you're curled on your side in a foetal position, the agony burning through you is unreal.  

“Sugar, Sugar” a voice calls “what did he give you?”

You can hardly open your eyes, but you can make out the large man holding your hand as he speaks on the radio.

“She’s been given something, goddamn’t, she’s burning up and seems in pain” he looks at you again.

Your parched voice croaks out “truth serum.  Need oxytocin and dopamine.  Please it hurts”. Before the blissful darkness claims you again, the dull roar of the chopper throbbing in your head.

The light through your eyelids wakes you first, then the aching in your head and finally the scratchy sheets against your skin.

You lift a hand to your head and see the myriad of lines and drips attached to your arm.  You try and adjust your position in the bed but you can’t really move properly.  

Eyes open now you try and assess how you feel, smiling you realise that you feel sated, like you’re floating in a warm bath, cocooned in bliss.  You feel light as a feather.

“Back with us yet Sugar?” A voice penetrates your relaxed mind, you try and focus and after a few tries, your vision clears.

“Sy, whatcha doing here” you slur as you try and touch his face but your hand keeps missing its target.

He chuckles at you “Aww Sugar, you’re still high as a kite aren’t you,” He pats your hand and stands “get some sleep and I’ll see you tomorrow, I’mma go the station to pick up that stubborn man o’yours, not even cleared for travel yet but nothin’ was stoppin’ him.”

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Much later you wake again, it’s morning as weak sunlight streams through the blinds.  Looking around you’re clearly in a hospital.  

The door opens and two large men enter, the tears start to stream down your face as you see Walter.  His arm is in a sling, his shoulder heavily bandaged.  He looks awful, with several shades of bruising on his face, swollen, and a cut on his forehead that has stitches.

He sits down next to you and reaches out to you but the other man clears his throat, a look passing between them and Walter sits back.

Your attention turns to the other man, Captain Syverson, your hoped-for long shot is here.  He sits down in the chair on the other side of you.

He exhales heavily.  “Next time Sugar give me a little more warning, it was lucky I got your email in time.” His Texan accent is thick, his voice gruff.

Walter looks at you “What happened Ronni?”

You start to talk, explaining how Walter was drugged and taken by Kent, how you knew to go to Whitby, your last-ditch move with the tracker.  How August knocked you out and you woke up god knows where.  You skip over exactly what happened between you and August for now.

Syverson starts to talk “So I gets this email from Sugar over there with details of the tracker and asking for help.  I’ve been stuck out in Iraq but I got back to camp just in time.”

He runs his hands over his short buzz cut, “Hell, almost put the fear a god in the pilot I commandeered to fly us over. Don’t do that to me again Sugar ya hear”

You look at Walter and can see the unspoken question in his eyes, how do you know the special forces captain.  You smile at him in understanding, needing to stop his brooding before it gets out of hand.

“Walter, Sy and I met when I was on a mission in Africa years ago.  We’re just friends.”

Ignoring that Sy is listening to every word, Walter looks devastated “Ron, you seem a bit familiar for friends, he calls you Sugar, the whole truth please…another ex-lover?”

With that Sy bursts out in laughter, loud belly laughs breaking the tension.  “Hold up now son, that’d take a better man than me, anyway I got my own peach waitin’ on me back home.’

You look at Sy in exasperation “You’d better explain, it's your nickname.”

Sy is grinning with amusement still written all over his well-tanned face. “Well see here, Ronni turns up in Africa, fresh-faced young MI6 agent, all smiles and far too nice for the work we were doing.  You shoulda seen my guy’s faces working with this little slip of a girl.  She never lost her temper, sweet as pie she was.”

He sniggers again, remembering what happened and you roll your eyes at him.  You look at Walter and grumble, “I wasn’t that bad”. 

Sy interrupts,  “Oh yes you were, looking after us all, super polite, we were all taking bets on how long you’d last, and wondering why the hell they’d sent you out there” 

You nod to Sy to carry on telling the story, “One day on a mission, things went wrong.  It was a clusterfuck, we were ambushed and this one here grabs a rifle, scales a building quicker than a monkey and starts picking ‘em off.”  

“At the debrief I’ve never seen someone so little rip into a group of men like that.  Make no mistake, my guys ain’t sissies, hell I’m their Captain and I expect the best, but she made even me wince and reconsider my career choices.  One of ‘em said she’s like sugar, all sweet an’ nice until she gets heated up and then God help you if she lands on you, you’ll be scarred for life.”  Sy shakes his head as he remembers. 

“That night she drank all of us under the table and still got up the next day, 6 am sharp. Still as sweet as ever.  That’s when I knew she was special, my momma always said still waters run deep, that describes your Sugar here.”

“And he is the only one that gets to call me that”. You look at Sy fondly “Thank you, for what you’ve done”. 

“You got a good one here,” Sy says, gesturing to Walter “think he blew up everyone’s phones until he found out where you were, nothing could stop him coming here.”

Sy regards you carefully “I think there’s gonna be hell to pay once the dust settles on this one Sugar, I’ve gotta get back over to the dust bowl, but if you need anything you yell, ok?”  You nod.

“Can I give you a hug Sugar?” Sy asks and you look at him strangely “Of course” and he leans over and hugs you gently, whispering in your ear “tell him everything Sugar, when you’re ready.”

Sy stands, nods to Walter and leaves the room.

Pulling yourself up higher in the bed you turn and look at Walter again, tears suddenly fill your eyes again and start silently rolling down your cheeks.  He feels so distant and your heart feels like it's breaking.

Walter watches you, waiting silently for you to speak.  The atmosphere in the room is heavy after Sy’s larger-than-life visit.  The silence is deafening.

You look away, out of the window, “where are we?” Your voice is hoarse.

Walter stands and pours you a cup of water, he walks around to the other side of the bed, placing himself between you and the window.  He hands you the water, his gaze is soft.

“North Scotland, you were on a small island.  Ronni” his voice is strained “tell me what happened, properly”

You push your hair back from your face, sighing heavily.  

“I’m sorry Walter, my mind is still scrambled.  Will you join me on the bed?” You ask him shyly.

His lips quirk up and he sits down on the bed next to you, matching your position against the pillows.  He wraps an arm around you and draws you close to his side.  He’s so soft and warm, that you snuggle in closer, turning to inhale his scent, brushing your cheek against his soft sweater.

“I was afraid you didn’t want to hold me, that you were angry at me.” Your voice is small, you’re so tired, tired of everything you’ve been through, tired of pretending that you’re tough enough.

Walter sighs, his fingers gently stroking your arm.  “I was warned that you went through some things, you might not want…me to touch you, the captain, he said he saw something”

You groan into Walter’s side, he doesn’t move, doesn’t stop stroking your arm.  

“Ronni” his chest vibrates against your cheek as he speaks “we need honesty here, tell me what he did to you.”

You force your mind back into that box, that compartment of your personality that is cold and professional.  A feeling of detachment rolls over you, if you say it out loud does it make it more or less real?

“After he…shot you, he called the ambulance and drugged me, I woke up locked up in a room in some hotel.  I’d injected a tracker and sent the info to Sy, he was my backup plan”

Walter winces in pain as he adjusts his position, you immediately move away from him.

“Shit, Walter, I’m sorry, are you ok? What happened to you?”

“I’m fine Ronni, carry on” he sounds tired but reaches for you again, drawing back against his warmth.

“He wanted me to join him, wanted us to destroy the world together.  It’s always a game with him, a dance to manipulate people to do what he wants.”  You restlessly play with the hem of Walter’s sweater.

“We traded verbal barbs, vague threats, he was as domineering as I expected, but then he drugged me.” You suddenly feel sick, remembering the fight. “It was some kind of truth drug, causes intense sexual arousal.” Your voice is flat, emotionless.  “It burned through me, I was desperate for him, I could barely keep a coherent thought in my head”. Walter tenses beside you.

“He touched me, and I wanted him to, I told him not to, but deep down I wanted him to give me release.”  Your voice drops to a whisper.  

“I was desperate, then I thought I heard your voice and it cleared my mind enough to run.  He caught me of course, he’d dressed me up like his whore, not exactly dressed to run.”  Walter’s hand clenches into a fist in his sling.

“I told him I didn’t want this, but he carried on.  Said I’d be damaged if he didn’t, that I was susceptible to suggestions, he wanted to know who else was chasing him.”

Tears are coursing down your face as your heart breaks at what has happened.

Walter’s arm tightens around you again, he presses a kiss to your head.  You take a wobbling breath, “We always did bring out the worst in each other, August and I.  He managed to, I… He…violated me.  He always underestimated me though, never truly respected me, personally or professionally.”

Your voice is firmer now “I’d hidden a covert blade, and just as he was inside me, right when he thought he’d won, I sunk the blade into his neck.” You grimace “Sy’s team then arrived and finished him off, I watched as the sniper blew his brains out.”

You gasp and your hand flies to cover your mouth as you remember.  The image of August’s face is vivid in your mind.  The look of shock as he realised what you’d done, the pain of your betrayal crossing his face

You take a shaky breath “Apparently, the doctors here shot me up with something to make me high to counteract the drug he gave me.”  You sit up on the bed, turning to Walter, he’s frozen in place not looking at you.

“He’s gone now, for better or worse, I’m free of him.” You touch his arm gently to get his attention.  “Come on, I need to go back and face the music; then we can really talk.”

Walter looks at you, he looks heartbroken too.  “Wait Ronni, I need to tell you something too.”

You stare into his deep blue eyes, so soft and compelling, even realising now what August had hinted at didn’t change anything.  Walter is your home, your peace, your sanity.  Without him all of this would have been for nothing.  

“Tell me” you ask him softly.

He sighs heavily, raking his fingers through his messy curls vigorously, you can’t help but think how adorable he looks, despite the state of his bruised and cut face.

“I knew about your connection to Walker, it was why I came to work with Interpol, with you.”  He can’t meet your eyes now, his whole demeanour has shrunk.  You reach out and grip his hand, “You can tell me, Walter, August hinted about it to me.  I think I’ve worked out the rest but you should be the one to tell me.”

Walter entwines his fingers with yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. 

He looks at you now, eyes red and shimmering “I’m working for the CIA, the director; after Kashmir and Walker, no stone was left unturned.  They thought you were the best bet to be working with him.  I was told to go undercover with you, I wasn’t given a choice, either do it or lose my career in law enforcement.  All I was told was that you had a brief relationship with him in the past.  Back then my job was all I had, and they knew that.”

He clears his throat, his voice breaks “I never expected to find you, to become us.  I was only there to work with you, watch and report back.  After less than a year I was certain you weren’t involved with him anymore and I told the director that, he left me in place in case Walker got in touch.  I slowly fell in love with you Ronni and I was happier than I’d been for years.  I swear now that I didn’t know the details of what that bastard did to you, it almost broke me when you told me.”

He swings his long legs off the bed and stands, looking out of the window.  “I’d say sorry but it doesn’t even come close, I should have told you the truth sooner.  I can’t regret what’s happened, as I got to love you, for however long, and it’s made me the luckiest man in the world.”

You scramble over the bed, needing to be near to him, you wrap your arms around him, your breasts pressed against his broad back, feeling how tense he is under your embrace.  You daren’t look at his face, fearing what you see there will destroy you.

“Walter, you are my everything, I am yours, body and soul, not because you demand it but because I want to be.”  He turns around in your arms and cups your face.  You are unashamedly letting the tears roll down your face.

You spend minutes just looking into each other’s eyes.  You have to break the impasse, his name slips from your lips and in a second he slots his lips over yours in a tender kiss.  You’re shaking with emotion, he breaks away and presses his forehead to yours.  You are both breathless, you cling onto his arms, needing his strength.

“Walter, I was so afraid when he shot you, I’d burn the world for you to be safe. I don’t care what happens next, I only want to be with you.  ”  

He starts to speak as the door flies open.

The CIA director strides into your room, followed by two burly policemen.  

He ignores you and speaks to Walter “Marshall did you get it, she confess?”

You both turn and look at the director,  “I told you she wasn’t involved with him, I’ve been telling you for years.” Walter’s voice is dangerously low.

You’re filled with anger now, all you want is to get away from here with Walter.  You’ve finally reached the end of this shitstorm, and you’ve had enough.  Enough secrets, lies and manipulation.

“Director, how nice to see you.” Your voice is icy.  “Last time I checked, I’m the patient here and I don’t want you here.  So I’d suggest you leave right now before I ask these two lovely British policemen to remove the American spy from my room.”

“Veronica, you’re being arrested.” The Director hisses at you.  

“On what charge?  Who’s authority? I think I still have British Citizenship and we’re on British soil.” You look at him with wide eyes “oops, did you forget that.  I’m pretty sure as well that as an employee of Interpol I still have diplomatic immunity, as does Walter.  You CIA are all the same, no subtlety.  Such drama queens, you forgot about basic law enforcement principles.  So I’d suggest you get the fuck out of my room and remember that I’m the victim of a kidnapping by a terrorist who was a former CIA agent.”

He looks furious, “Marshall has been working for me from the start, did you think we really didn’t know about you and Walker?”

“I am trying very hard to remain calm here, you asked me to find Walker and bring him in, I FOUND HIM, I’ve provided you with a full report of what happened, what I did and why.  Including details of my past relationship with Walker.   In accordance with the parameters of my role at Interpol when in the field if there is a risk to an officer’s life I am authorised to use lethal force.  I was kidnapped, drugged and assaulted so don’t you FUCKING DARE play this game with me.”  You finish shouting and take a step back to catch your breath.

You sit on the edge of the bed and look up at the Director.  “Walker was right about one thing, the CIA doesn’t deserve to exist. I’ve done nothing wrong here, and again I’m suffering.  It stops now. I’m done, once the inquiry is over I’m resigning.  I fucked the wrong man years ago and I lost my career for it, I got my current job because I’m damn good at it, I’ve been lucky enough to meet the love of my life.”  You stand again and walk over to Walter, he reaches out and grips your hand.  

“I don’t care how we got here, I know Walter in my heart and nothing you can say will change that.”

Turning to look at Walter you say, “We’re going home, to our house,” he nods and you turn to address the director again “and I really don’t care about anything else beyond that.  I was never in contact with August from the time I left the States, the first time I heard from him was after you sent me after him. I’m not letting him or anyone else ruin my life a second time.”  You laugh humourlessly,  “I mean, for fuck’s sake, he’s still causing me trouble after he’s dead”

Starting to walk to the door with Walter, you pause in front of the director “Make no mistake, if you come after me I’ll make the whole fucking mess public; you know me well enough to know that everything is backed up with evidence.  No repercussions, against me, Walter or anyone who helped me.  August is dead, hell you even have the money and gold to soothe the pain.  You can clean up the mess however you like, I’ll say nothing and disappear.” 

With that you and Walter leave the room, facing the future together.

#henry cavill smut #august walker x reader #walter marshall x reader #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill imagine

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Coach Syverson Part 2

I really didn't think I was going to finish writing this so soon but ya'll loved the first part! and I love writing this so here it is the final part with all the good stuff! Also it's 4 am and I probably should have proof read this. but I didn't. Iwas so excited to get it posted because You guys BLEW UP the first part so THANK YOU!!!

Warnings: SMUT at the end, Oral (m and f receiving), (p in v), lots of cusring in the end , so much praising because you know he would!!

Sy was in coach mode with the team as I looked over the sign in sheet and greeted the students that were traveling to watch the game. Most of the students were loaded onto the bus now. Thank God because I was so distracted by him. There was something about seeing him like this, he was so in charge and in control. He had their full attention and he never had to work to get it. He had those boys respect the first time he walked out to the field. But he earned it too. He was such a good coach. I loved listening to the way he spoke with them.

“Alright boys,” I listened as he pulled the team into a huddle before they got on the bus next to ours. “Listen first and foremost I want y’all to go out there and pay hard. That’s what we’ve been practicing. We’ve watched their tape. These guys are a little bigger than you but that doesn’t matter. We’re faster. You come at ‘em low and fast they’re gonna go down. Matt I need your eyes on that ball at all times man! We just about lost some points last week because of misdirection and we ain’t gonna let that happen again right?” 

“No, sir! I got you coach!”

“Atta boy! Derek, you keep throwing that ball like you’ve been in practice this week and we’ll be in good shape!” Derek just nodded. Sy smiled. “Alright, now boys I don’t want any messing around in the locker room. You go in, and be respectful, I want them talking about how great of character our team has just as much as they’re talking about how good we play, understood?”

“Yes coach!” The boys chanted in unison. 

“Alright, load up let’s go!” The boys started cheering. I smiled. I loved watching him with them. The way he got them all fired up. And he matched their energy. He was so adorable right now. Joking around with the boys and 

“Hey Miss Plummer!” right, I’m not a teenager watching my crush, I’m an adult, I have a job to do. 

“Hi Caitlyn! Are you ready for the game tonight?” I smiled at her. She was all decked out with the eye under eye black and Tyler's jersey number painted on her cheek in the school colors. She and a few of the other girls made t-shirts and were wearing them to support a few of the players they were friends with. 

“So ready!!” She squealed, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet. She looked over toward the buses where the team was loading the bus with their equipment, where I had been staring off earlier. “He’s so cute isn’t he?” She said, I raised an eyebrow and smirked a little. 

“Are you excited to watch Tyler play?” I chuckled. 

“Yeah, But I meant coach Sy, are you two finally together? He totally likes you! Everyone knows it! And you two would be so cute together!! The students talk about it all the time. I mean you’re wearing his hoodie Miss Plummer!” Wow that girl talks fast. He likes… no. But if the students see it? Am I really that blind? He bought my dinner, He brings me coffee, he called me his work wife. But I’m not his body type. These things don’t happen. Are my insecurities really that deep rooted that I can’t take the advice I give my students? But still. When I was in school I remember rumors spreading about teachers seeing each other all the time and they usually…. Well actually. Now that I think about it. They normally ended up being true. Some of them were even scandals. I shook my head. 

“Slow down sweetheart,” I managed to let out a chuckle even though I kind of felt like I was having a crisis. “Coach Sy and I are friends, I’m just borrowing his sweatshirt because I didn’t have one. It’s sweet that you all care about us so much. I love that. I do. But well, that’s all it is, honey.” She nodded sadly. And looked back at the other bus and over at Sy. He caught us looking at him and smiled. 

“Miss Plummer,” She sighed exasperated, like me not understanding my own love life was exhausting for her.   “I don’t wanna over step but I overheard him and Mrs. Spencer talking. She came into his class at the end of the day Wednesday smiling and stuff. And like I wasn’t TRYING to eavesdrop but I heard them talk about you and I just couldn’t resist ya know? Anyway, she said she had this idea, she could back out of coming today so he could hang out with you and well…. Nevermind.” I raised an eyebrow. 

“Caitlyn, what have we said about gossiping?” I said. 

“Girl, It’s true though, that man’s got it bad for you Miss P.” I shook my head and smiled

“Get on the bus Caitlyn,”  

“Okay fine, But when you guys get married, can I be in the wedding?” I rolled my eyes. “Guess that’s a no.” She said and stepped on the bus. I looked over one last time. Sy was double checking something on his clipboard while the boys finished up. He looked up and we made eye contact. He winked and I blushed, giving him a little wave before I followed Caitlyn on to the bus. Things took off fast when we got to the other school. Sy took the boys straight to the locker room to gear up because we got a little stuck in traffic. Myself and the two other chaperones led the students to their section in the bleachers and about 15 minutes later we were at kick off. Sy was completely in his comfort zone out there. 

Our boys had the ball first. Sy had his couch voice on shouting a couple of corrections from the sidelines. The team made a good play but in the end the other boys were bigger and their defense was strong. We had to settle for three points instead of a touchdown. 

The whole first quarter of the game stayed that way. The boys managed to keep the other team out of the end zone. The start of the second quarter the other team had the ball. They made a play and when one of our boys Zach Owens went to tackle the player he lost his footing. It had rained earlier in the day and the  He slipped but still grabbed the player by the ankle. He got him down but he ended up at the bottom of a dog pile. Another player reached out to give Zach a hand to help him up, but he fell back immediately when he tried to stand. He was hurt. 

I immediately looked to Sy, I was on the first level of the bleachers standing against the railing. I was close enough to see him curse under his breath before running onto the field. The medic followed him out. I walked out to the sideline. Sy and the medic got Zach up but he couldn’t put any pressure on his left ankle. Everyone cheered for him while they walked him off the field. Poor kid was going to be out the rest of the game. 

“You’re gonna be alright man,” Sy said as they got him to the bench. “This guy’s gonna wrap that ankle and then you just chill here. Just breathe,” He clapped him on the shoulder and turned back to his place on the sidelines. The boys were starting the next play and already the other team scored a touchdown on us. I walked up to him hesitantly. He shouted something about tightening the defense. I jumped a little. I'd never been this close to him in coach mode. It was kinda hot though. What was I saying? I came up next to him brushing my shoulder against his.  He looked over and his shoulders relaxed a little and he smiled when he saw it was me. “Hey Sugar,”

“Is he gonna be okay?” I asked. He nodded. 

“Yeah, It’s not broken but he sprained it real good. He’s gonna be down at least a couple weeks. He’s our best tackle.” He sighed softly and his lips quirked up into a sad lopsided smile

“I know, that’s gonna kill us. But the boys can pull through. They’ve got you as a coach.” I smiled. He threw his arm around me and pulled me against his side squeezing my shoulder. 

“You’re so damn sweet,” he said. I blushed and turned into his shoulder to hide my face. “You’re freezing, darling,” He ran his hand up and down my arm for a minute “shit,” he mumbled. He pulled out a 10 dollar bill from his pocket “I told ya I pay for coffee tonight, meant to give this to you earlier.”  He looked down at me, his blue eyes briefly holding my gaze as he grinned. 

“Logan you don’t have to do that,” I said trying to push his hand away. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. 

“You say that an awful lot. I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t want to. Now quit arguing with me and take it.” He narrowed his eyes at me and nodded down at the cash in his hand. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

“You know, you can be a real diva when you don’t get you’re way.” I said taking it from him. 

“Are you complaining about free coffee?” He smirked and pulled me close to his side again keeping me warm. 

“No,” I chuckled softly. I looked back at the bleachers watching some of my kids for a second. A few of them were a little two close for comfort. “I’d better get back up there,” I said sadly. I really liked being next to him. 

“Yeah, I guess you should.” He left his arm around me a few seconds longer before he finally let me go. He was such a teddy bear sometimes. As I was making my way back to the bleachers I heard. A few of the boys on the team talking, 

“OOOOH Coach you look at you,” One of them said

“That was smooth. Can you teach me how to do that?” 

“You gonna be gettin some later coach.” The last one spoke. Logan’s voice was stern but still playful. 

“Y’all wanna match zach on the bench next week? I won’t hesitate. Watch it! What is that an extra 3 laps to the 5 you were already running on monday Tyler?” He smirked. 

“Damn Coach!! You Savage!” One of the other boys piped in. 

“You wanna join him, Jake?” He mused. 

“No Sir, I’m good!” He spoke quickly and I laughed to myself as I walked back up the bleachers. 

I sat with the students for a while breaking up a few young couples trying to get a little too close while they were away from mom and dad. I hated to be a buzzkill but they know the rules. 

Sy was back on high alert. At the start of the third quarter the boys were down by 10 points. They shouldn’t have been the refs missed and obvious penalty against the other team for shoving one of our guys. I was definitely part of the crowd that was screaming at that point. But right now Derek, our quarterback had gotten the boys down the field and they were set up for another touch down. They made the play. He threw a complete pass to tyler and they got the points! Every was cheering. With the extra kick good the boys only need one more touch down to get ahead. 

The rest of the quarter went by and then only 2 minutes left in the 4th quarter. The team was still down by 3 points. The clock was running out they had 45 seconds left we had the ball but we were only at the 40 yard line. We needed a miracle. But Sy taught our boys well. Derek found an opening and through a perfect pass down the field to Matt. The whole crowd was on their feet. He Caught the pass at the 20 yard line and ran the rest of the way down the field into the end zone with 10 seconds left. We got the touch down. The student section was shaking the bleachers jumping around. The game finished and we let the kids run down to wait by the gate to make  a tunnel for the team to run through. I walked down to the side lines to wait in a crowd of people to see the winning coach. 

While I looked over keeping an eye on the kids while they celebrated with the team. I held my coffe close to my chest too keep me and my hands warm. I loved seeing Sy like this. This is totally where he belonged. He looked famous talking with the other coaches and people asking him about what he was working on with the team. I over heard two ladies having a conversation a few feet infront of me.

“Their coach is so handsome,” The first one said. She was tall, Thin long blonde hair. Wearing some sporty leggings the looked super expensive and the other teams spirit wear.

“Oh I know! You think he’s single?” The other said she looked similar to the other woman but a little shorter and her hair was darker. 

“I don’t know I saw that lady with him earlier but, he’s gorgeous and well, I mean I don’t wanna sound rude but she seemed a little big to be his type.” The blonde said. 

“No I know what you mean when I saw him with his arm around here I was like… if that’s his wife… well he could’ve done better.” My heart dropped. I knew they were talking about me. I felt like I was going to be sick. I knew it. Everything, I’d always felt, every reason I told everyone they were wrong. These two just confirmed it. Logan would never see me as anything more than a friend. My insecurities just kept bubbling to the surface the way I felt about my body and what I’d worked on for years all came rushing back. I ran right passed them missing the shocked look on their faces. They hadn’t realized I’d been so close. It didn’t matter they were right. 

I didn’t hear him either. Excusing himself from the other men he’d been talking two and calling after me. I ran into the bathrooms locking the door behind me and took a deep breath. You’re not crying not here. You’re a big girl. Hold it in until you’re alone. I calmed myself down and took one last deep breath before walking back out. 

Logan was leaning on the wall outside the door waiting. 

“Hey Sugar, you alright? You looked like you were gonna be sick? Feeling okay?” Shit I didn’t even know he’d noticed me walk by. I nodded taking another deep breath and staring at the ground. 

“Yeah, just um, felt a little off for a second.” I said. “I’ll be alright. You’d better get back to the boys.” He put his hand on my shoulder and I shrugged him off. I looked up and saw the confused look in his eyes.

“I’m meeting the boys at the bus, it’s a late night so we’re headed straight back.” he stated. “You sure you’re okay sugar, why don’t you ride back with me, I can keep an eye on ya. And the boys wanna thank their good luck charm for being here.” he smiled. 

“No, I mean. No that’s sweet of them. And nice of you to offer but. It’s not fair to the others. I said I’d chaperone I can’t just leave them short like that.” I said. 

“They won’t be Carol will be …”he paused and groaned.

“What do you mean Carol will be there? She couldn’t come tonight.” I was confused now. 

“Damnit this isn’t how I wanted to do this. She was always going to be here. Uh she was helping me out… with…” 

“Caitlyn was right,” I cut him off. 

“I thought she was listening,” He chuckled and shook his head. “She told ya huh? Well cats out of the bag then, I uh,” He laughed and let out a shaky breath rubbing the back of his neck. “I really like you Darlin’, I have for a while.” He smiled sheepishly and bit his lip. My hands were shaking and all of a sudden I felt sick again. This is what I’d always wanted but I didn’t feel real. I couldn’t be here right now. Surely there was a punchline waiting there always was. This was a joke right. Those women from earlier are right around the corner somewhere recording. How could I be so stupid. I shook my head. Tears were welling up in my eyes. 

“I, I have to go, they’re gonna need my help loading the buses.” I said and ran past him toward the parking lot. He called after me but I kept walking. When I got to the parking lot only one of our buses was still there. I let out a slow breath and then sighed. “God I’m a fucking idiot,” I groaned. 

“I uh.. Sent the other bus ahead” I heard Sy say from behind me. I stood there for a second quietly and then just nodded. “Wait here, I gotta talk to the boys and then we’ll head out,” He said. 

I watched him walk over. Some of the boys started to whistle and holler. I couldn’t hear Logan but he shut it down quick. The boys loaded up into the bus and gestured for me to follow. He gave me a soft smile and followed me on sitting in the seat across from mine. Other than the boys celebrating the game in the back ground it was a silent ride home. How did I screw this up so bad. He planned out this whole thing. But, somehow I still don’t believe this. My phone lit up with a text from the girls. 

“How was the game? I saw you guys won!” Skyler sent. I needed them right now. I looked over at sy he was scrolling on his phone, or looking out the window, I didn’t know what to say right now. I texted the girls back. 

“The game was good, But I’m an idiot.” I replied. 

“How so?” Hayley texted back quickly. I poured out everything into the text. They knew why I felt he shouldn’t like me, even if I never said it. So I’m sure that was no surprise to them. I told them about what those women had said. And my little panic attack. Sy telling me how he felt and how I ran off. And when I finally clicked together that he had put this together so he could ask to take me out. And How I royally fucked it all up. 

“Oh Alayna, I’m sorry. That really sucks. But have you tried talking to him about any of this.”  Skyler said. 

“I didn’t have the time, and I can’t, He probably already hates me now and realizes I was never worth it anyway.”

“Stop it dude! I don’t wanna hear that from you. Clearly he thinks you are. He went through all that effort because he wanted to make sure he got the right opportunity. So he would care if you told him! You need to tell him what you’re feeling. I know it’s scary but you have to.” Hayley sent back. 

“She’s right Alayna, I know this is hard, but he’s not in this to hurt you, I know people have before but girl, You can’t believe for the rest of your life every man is the same. Pull him aside when you get back. You can fix this. We love you!!” 

I knew they were right. But I didn’t have much time to muster up the courage to do anything. When I looked up from my phone we were pulling back up to the school. The team got off the bus. “Alright boys! Get home safe, I’ll see you Monday morning for practice,” Sy said before letting them go. I grabbed my things from the bus and headed to my car. But when I got there I noticed something wasn’t right my shoulders slumped. I’d left a light on when I was searching for a jacket. God I hope it didn’t drain my battery. I got in and tried to start it. But of course. What’s that saying. If it can go wrong it will. I got out and slammed the door shut. “Fuck!” I shouted. I couldn’t help it now the damn broke and I couldn’t help but start crying “I’m so stupid!” I kicked at  tire and slammed my fist on the hood of my car. “Ow fuck!” I held my hand that was now throbbing. 

“Woah, Hey, What’s going on?” Sy asked coming up behind me quicking after hearing me shouting. 

“It’s nothing, I'm sorry. My… battery died. I left a light on. My car won’t start.” I hiccuped trying to control my breathing. He pulled me into his chest and hugged me.

“Okay, It’s gonna be alright. Breath. Good girl. Calm down.” He spoke softly. “Now,” he pulled away slightly to look at me in they eyes. “Do you have jumper cables?” I shook my head 

“No I, had some old ones and I threw them out and never replaced them I… forgot.” he nodded. And let go leaving me against his car to go check the tool box in the back of his truck.

“Shoot. Yeah, I thought so,” He mumbled to himself, “Sorry, sugar. I left mine in my garage.” He said. I nodded. “It’ll be fine here tonight, I can take you home.” Again I just nodded. I heard him let out a deep breath. “Did I,” He paused. “Did I do something wrong? I, I just thought... Maybe I was reading it wrong. I was just sure that you felt…”

“I do,” I said cutting him off. “ I do feel the same. I just don’t understand why, you feel the way you do. I …” I didn’t know what else to say I just kept staring at the pavement.

“What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I? You’re gorgeous. Shit, I’ve been flirtin’ with you since I met you. You really couldn’t see it?” I shook my head. 

“No,” I said finally looking up at him. “I wanted to. I really wanted to, but I just couldn’t believe that a guy as good looking as you would find me attractive.” I said. He chuckled softly. “Don’t laugh at me!” I pouted. 

“I’m not, it’s just, baby, you might just be the dumbest smart girl i’ve ever met. Seriously, that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. And I coach teenage boys!” I smiled a little. “There she is. You wanna tell me what’s goin on in that pretty little head of yours? He asked. I took a deep breath. It’s now or never. 

“I was waiting to talk to you after the game, and I heard these women talking. They were talking about how handsome you are. And if you were single. One of them had said they’d seen me with you on the sidelines. She made a comment about my weight and that there was no way I would be your type. And The other girl said some things too. I felt really insecure. I already didn’t believe that you would be into me but when I heard someone else say it, it solidified it for me. And then when you told me how you felt. It felt like a joke. I felt like I was in high school again and everyone was going to gather around and start laughing. And to be honest. My experiences since then haven’t been great. I haven’t been with good guys. I just I was afraid I was going to be hurt. Honestly sometimes I don’t even know how I do this job because I can’t even take my own advice.” I looked down again. It was a relief to let it all out but if I looked him in the eye I was going to start crying again. I was already weak enough in this moment. 

Sy stepped back around the car to where I was standing. He gently put his hands on my hips and pulled against him. He brought one hand up brushing the hair out of my face and resting it on my cheek. “I wish you could understand how wrong they are. I know you don’t not right now. But I’m gonna help you see yourself the way I do Sugar,” He didn’t hesitate any longer. He pressed us further against the car and leaned down pressing his lips to mine. His lips were soft and his body was warm against mine. He kissed me slowly and soft his beard tickling against my jaw. I snaked my hands around his neck pulling him closer. And I felt him smile against my lips. He pulled away slowly eyes fluttering open still holding me against him. “Baby you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that. I don’t know what other people have said to you. Or what you’ve been through. But when I tell you you’re beautiful I mean it. And when say I wanna take you home with me, it aint no joke baby. Do you trust me?” He askes staring down at me holding my face in his hands. 

“I trust you Logan, so much that is scares me.” I admitted. 

“I’d never hurt you like that Darlin’ that’s a promise.” I pulled him down and kissed him again. Harder this time. He groaned against my lips and squeezed my hip pulling me closer. He slid his hand into my hair holding me there as he started to gently suck on my bottom lip. We pulled away to catch our breath and had big goofy grin on his face as he leaned his forehead against mine.  “I’d love to do this all night baby,” He chuckled. “But its late and its only gonna get colder out here, I need to get you home.” I blushed. 

“Yeah, it’s almost midnight. We really should get going.” 

He  opened the passenger door of the truck for me and made sure I got in okay before he shut the door and got in on the other side. He started the truck and we pulled out of the parking lot. 

“Sy?” I spoke softy. 

“Yeah baby?” He looked over just for a second to let me know he was listening. 

“Did you mean it, when you said you wanted to take me home with you?” I asked. He literally snorted. 

“What do you think?” He smirked taking one hand of the wheel and resting it on my thigh. I could feel my heart rate speed up and I was blushing. How the hell was it so easy for him to turn me on?

“I want to.” I said. He looked like he was about to choke. 

“Yeah? You don’t have to Sugar, I didn’t mean… I mean I want you to. But I don’t want you to fee like I’m pressuring you or anything. Shit I ain’t even taken you out yet. Not really.” I grabbed his hand and squeezed it softly. 

“Logan, I really want to.” I said. He just smiled. 

“Alright, baby.” 

He drove us back to his place parking the truck in his drive way. “Right this way Darlin,” He smirked leading me up the front steps and unlocking the door. I followed him inside and he quickly shut the door behind him backing me up against it. “You really have no idea what your doing to me do you baby?” He licked his lips looking me up an down hungrily. I’d never seen him like this. The look in his eye was almost, animalistic. And it was so. Fucking. Hot. “Here I was thinking you were an innocent little thing.” He pinned my against the door holding me there in his hands. He leaned down crushing his lips against mine. This was different than the kisses we’d shared earlier , slow and sensual, this was hungry, needy. “Practically begging me to bring you home. You know how long I’ve been thinking about this? Getting you home with me? Under me? Fuck.” he breathed

He pulled me away from the wall and pulled at the bottom of his hoodie I was still wearing. I lited my arms and let him pull it over my head along with my shirt leaving them in a pile on the floor. We walked a little farther into the house. He pulled his shirt off tossing it next to us as he pulled me into his lap on the couch. I leaned back to admire his toned chest running my fingers throught the soft curls there. He slid his hand into my hair groaning into my mouth as he pulled me in for another kiss. He bit my bottom lip slowly dragging it between his teeth. He started. Peppering kisses down my jaw before leaving wet kisses along my neck. 

His hands were everywhere roaming over bra squeezing my breasts, running them down my sides and around grabbing my ass. I felt his hand move around my back plaing with the clasp of my bra. “Need this off baby.” He mumbled against my chest. He managed to undo it and I let it fall tossing it to the floor. ���Mm fuck yes,” He moaned dipping his head down taking one of my nipples into his mouth and teasing the other with his thumb. I moaned and rolled my hips against his. I could feel his hard cock straining aginst his jeans. He groaned against me giving the other nipple attention. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He said stood from the couch picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. 

“Sy!” I Squealed. He carried me to his bedroom setting me on his bed. He crawled on top of me. His hands were already on the waist band of my leggings. 

“Is this okay,” He paused. I nodded eagerly and he chuckled. “Good girl.” He pulled them down swiftly with my panties leaving me completely bare infront of him. “Fucking beautful” he said as he starting kissng down my stomach. He nipped at my thigh leaving wet kisses there.  He pushed my legs open a little further and pulled me to the end of the bed. I was completely exposed to him but I didn’t care. I trusted him completely. He met my gazed and ran his and up my thigh before brushing his fingers through my folds. I moaned as his fingers brushed across my clit “God damn baby, all this for me? Fuckin soaked. “ He smirked He pressed his thumb to my clit rubbing in rough circles. 

“Fuck!” I moaned “Logan please!” I grabed his wrist the sensation already feeling overstimulating. It’s been so long. 

“We’ll get there baby.” He teased. Finally he kissed down my inner thigh and brushed his tongue against my clit.

“Oh my god!” I whimpered ran my fingers over his hair as he sucked on my clit. He slid two finger inside me pumping slowly. I squirmed against him but he used his other hand to hold my hips down. God he was so strong. 

“Keep still sugar. Don’t make me tell ya again,” He said before going back to work on my clit and curving his fingers in side me pumping them a little faster. I was seeing starts. I pushed his head down holding him there. 

“Oh my god, don’t stop!” I moaned. I came hard around his fingers and he slid them out and licked them clean. 

“Mm you taste so good baby. So fuckin’ sweet.” He stood up from the bed finally ridding himself of his jeans and boxers. His hard cock rested against his stomach. He was huge. I bit my lip and he chuckled. 

“I’ll go easy on you baby,” he said as he started crawling on top of me again.

“Mm wait,” He stopped raising an eye brow. I pushed him back against the pillows and kisses his lips softly. I kissed down his chest and finally settled between his legs. I bit my lip and looked up at him innocently “Just wanna taste it,”  He smirked. 

“Dirty little girl ain’t ya, mm” he pulled my hair back guiding me down. I licked the length of his cock. He groaned softly. I loved the sounds he made. So deep and almost feral. I finally took the tip in my mouth and slowly started to suck him off. I took him as far as I could letting him hit the back of my throat. He growled. “That’s it baby, good girl.” I kept bobbing my head on his cock and wrapped my and around the base where I couldn’t fit him in. I felt him tug on my hair and pull me up. “That feels amazing baby but I’m not gonna last if you keep that up.” 

He kissed me again and laid me down pulling leg over his shoulder. He ran the head of his cock up and down my folds getting it nice and wet. “You ready baby girl?” I nodded. He slowly pushed in. He held him self up bracing him self on one arm. He pushed in slow inch by inch letting me adjust to him. When he bottomed out he stayed there for a minute. “You okay baby?”

“Logan, it’s sweet that you’re asking but please fuck me.”  He let out a low growl and pulled almost all the way snapping his hips back into me. I moaned feeling him deep inside me. He grabbed my hip pulling me closer and kept thrusting into me. He moaned as he reached between us finding my clit with his thumb. The rythem of his thrusts and hitting just the right spot had me seeing stars. I came again around him moaning his name and other obscenities falling from my lips. “That’s it good girl.” He pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach. He pushed back inside of me this new angle hitting that spot over and over again but I was so sensitive. 

“Come on baby, you got another one for me?” He growled against my ear. 

“Mm I can’t sy, It’s too much,” He reached around rubbing my clit in cirlces with his thumb.

“One more baby, please for me?” He picked up his pace hitting that spot over and over. I Moaned pulling at the sheets beneath me. 

“Fuck I’m cumming!” I moaned letting go around him

“That’s my good girl, cum on my cock.” His thrusts were becoming erratic and he stilled and groan cumming inside me. He kissed my shoulder and layed down beside me. He pulled out slowly and pulled me to lay on his chest. “Holy shit,” He breathed. He fingertips brushed up and down my back. He smiled down at me. “You’re incredible. I don’t deserve you.”

“Shut up Logan,” I blushed Hiding my face against his chest.

“I mean it, your too good for this world Darlin’,” He smiled and kissed my head. “I’m gonna marry you someday, I know I haven’t even really taken you on a date yet. But baby when you know, you know,” 

“Yeah?” I smiled  “I think I know what you mean.” He pulled the blankets up over us and held me for a while. 

“Good, now get some rest Darlin’” He said running his fingers through my hair. I smiled snuggling up against him. 

“Goodnight Sy,” I smiled. 

“Goodnight sugar.”

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Babygirl | Walter x You

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• Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader x You

• Warnings: 18+, MDNI [MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED] – Daddy kink, Slight Size Kink, Care giving, Intimate touch, Adult Language, P n V, Unprotected. If you are sensitive to any of these topics this is your last chance to turn back.

• Summary: You’re feeling stressed from work and Walter helps you relax.

• No beta, I edit and proofread my own stories, any errors found are all mine.

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You were restless. The yearly audit at work was coming up and everyone, including you, was scrambling to get all your ducks in a row. It didn't help that you were doing the work of two people while one of your co-workers was out with mono, so you were doing all of her work too.

Usually, this was your big bear. Walter was the one who brought home work, but it looked like your turn this time.

When you came home from work, you logged into the remote portal and started going over the list of acquisitions the accountants wanted for the insurance claims. While you were at work, you did your own work, and when you were home, you did the work your co-worker couldn't do right now. Amy was an incredible person, a wonderful person to work with, and she was a team player. She could work remotely, but she couldn't do any of the physical leg work so, the two of you worked out a system together and made it work. You were thirty reports in and when the printer ran out of ink and you had to replace it. Walter halted you there. You hadn't eaten since you walked in the door; you were still in your work clothes, picking anxiously at the skin on the side of your thumb, which you did all the time when you were nervous and working within a time crunch.

"Baby, stop. It's time to eat."

You were slurping back a red bull - which Walter hated. He knew how prone you were to dehydration and the way energy drinks could make you dehydrate so much faster, leaving you with dizzy spells and fainting. You swallowed the three Tylenol in your hand with the last sip, squinting your eyes slightly. Your head was hammering as you looked up at Walter.

Where dominants were concerned, he was rather soft. For the big man, he was a bear, which was one thing you loved so much about him, but he could turn it on in the blink of an eye and as you looked at him, holding two steaming plates of spaghetti.

The look in his eyes told you not to push it. No matter how much you wanted to continue and finish this tonight, Walter would not allow it.

"Thanks, bear." You said, grudgingly as you closed your laptop and moved all of your work where it would be safe. Given Walter knew your ticks, he made your plate in the one reserved for your little space. All of your food was sectioned, so if there was over one food on your plate, none of it touched. Tonight was no different. He plated your food on your favorite superhero plate. Superman, who you constantly teased him about because he looked so much like the Man of Steel when his hair was unkept and his beard was grown out. Spaghetti in the main dish, steamed broccoli in one of the smaller sections with your toasted garlic bread cut into bite-sized pieces in the other.

"Welcome baby, drink your water." Walter jerked his chin in the water's direction bottle in front of you. He even put it in your favorite Grumpy Bear Carebear bottle. It was small things like this, when Walter knew that you really needed to decompress, gently eased you into your little space where the tension of worry could ebb from your muscles.

After dinner, you came into the kitchen, linking your arms around Walter and rested your face against the strong muscles in his back. The thick knit of his sweater grounding you. He helped you come back to the present instead of struggling against time in the future. "Can I help?" You asked.

Walter was cleaning up, his wet hands resting over yours for a moment. "No, Angel. I want you to go sit on the couch and finish your water. Then, once the water heaters had a chance go heat again, we're taking a shower. I'm tucking you in a little early. I think you need it."

You pouted as his palm rested against the back of your hand. "Can I watch cartoons while I drink my water?"

His abdominal muscles worked beneath your hand as he chuckled deeply.

"Yes, you can, sweet baby. Sailor Moon is saved in the cue on Hulu. Go ahead."

You hit the couch, curling your legs up beneath your button, surrounding yourself with your favorite throw blanket as you put on your show. As you watched, sipping your water until the straw bubbled in the cup's bottom. When Walter stepped into the living room again, he snapped his fingers softly, asserting his presence for you to pay attention. Your eyes slid to him, pausing as he stood in the hall's doorway, barefooted in nothing but his jeans. It was a rare occurrence. Walter was naturally dominant, yes. But he was also soft. Everything he saw, heard, the work he did required him to be hard for that arena. To put on the mental facade, but he rarely wore it home with you.

"Bath time, Angel. Turn off the television."

You caught yourself holding your breath as you squeezed your thighs together. The cast of the light hitting his shoulders and the sheer width of them and his biceps was enough to make your pussy clench.

"Yes, Daddy."

Swallowing hard, you turned off the television and rose from the sofa. You were hugging your water bottle, frazzled by his tone and the way his jeans hugged his hips. Walter took the water bottle from you, setting it down to be placed in the sink later and then picked you up, his hands hooked beneath your arms, lifting you straight off your feet.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, thighs hugging his waist. The proximity making your cheeks turn red. You hide your face against his neck while your little cunt shivered, sharp rippling muscles squeezed from your entrance to the lower portion of your stomach. You did not know if it was physically, anatomically possible for your womb to shiver. Was it a contraction? The deepest desired to be fucked and filled until the throbbing stopped and you felt sated?

Walter stopped in the bathroom, placing you down on the counter where his hands moved from your waist to your hair, his fingers combed through the strands, loosening them from the pony tail before he took the brush and detangled the locks. He kissed your temple and cheeks before leaving one small peck against your lips. He turned the towel warmer on and started the shower before helping you out of your clothes, tossing the garments into the hamper, following by his jeans.

His dick was standing at half mass, the veiny girth was so thick. The words fat or chubby came to mind. Funny how those words weren't considered an insult when they were applied to cocks and asses.

"Come here, sweetheart."

Walter pulled you into the shower after he got in, helping you step inside. His hands cupping your face before his lips pressed soft kisses to your forehead. He was being so gentle, but he was moving you in the ways he wanted you. Backing you into the spray of hot water.

"I know it's so hard sometimes to let go, baby. You help Daddy so much and you never know it. You break me out of my head when I'm in too deep." He murmured against your skin as he helped work the water into your hair, massaging your scalp before he grabbed the shampoo, letting you lean into his warm fuzzy chest as he worked the shampoo through your hair, paying careful attention to your scalp.

The firm massage of his fingers made you sigh as he rinsed it away, making sure that all the soap was out. Every touch, every word that hummed in his throat as a deep timbre was loosening another knot of tension you didn't realize you were holding onto. Walter worked conditioner through your wet ends first before he took your shower clip and bundled it up on top of your head before grabbing one of your baby soft wash clothes.

Walter began by washing your back, his hands cupping the globes of your ass as he cleaning you from top to bottom. You hummed, feeling how tired you were for the first time, aroused, feeling soft and swollen with need as your eyes fluttered closed and you held Walter's waist as he rinsed the conditioner from your hair and shut the water off.

Walter stepped out of the shower, wrapping you up and helping you out, towel tussling your hair before he ever wrapped himself in his towel.

"Tired, baby girl?" Walter asked as he helped you dry off completely and gently combed your hair out before putting it in a quick braid. In the morning, you would have soft waves in your hair left behind by Walter’s braids.

"Mhmm," you said.

"Go lay down on your tummy and I'll be in in a second."

You nodded as you walked naked out of the bathroom. Walter had turned the heat on so you didn't freeze while you were naked. You pushed the blankets back and got into bed.

Walter followed you a few minutes later. His messy mop of hair had been ruffled in a towel and he was carrying the little bottle of lavender body oil.

Shoving the blankets out of his way, he climbed in bed over you, kissing one shoulder, his lips trailing to the other before his warm hands found the space on the sides of your lower back and pressed his thumbs into the knots. The act forced a tight moan from your throat.

"That's what I thought." He sat up, grabbing the oil and poured it into his hands, warming it before he placed his hands over the same spots and began to work the oil into your skin.

His broad work calloused hands were warm as they worked over the remaining tension left in your muscles the shower didn't take care of.

The oil absorbed into your skin as he worked his way down your back, surprised when he gripped your ass and squeezed, and landed a sharp smack to one globe. A low chuckle sounded in his throat. "Sorry baby, your little ass is so cute. Daddy couldn't help himself.

You had a hard time believing he couldn't help himself, but he massaged the sting out of your cheek before he lent his strong hands to the back of your thighs. You realized how tense they were. Your muscles turned limp with a small sigh as you rested your cheek on the pillow, humming peacefully when the back of his knuckles brushed over your sex.

The temperature of his hand on your heat made your back twitch, automatically pushing your bottom up to his hand.

"I love to take care of you, baby."

His voice directly above your ear as his frame hovered over you. "Such a good girl, for Daddy."

His fingers trailed up and down your spine until his fingers traced your nether petals, coaxing them apart with his finger. "You always get so wet on nights like this, you get so worked up, and it's my job to bring you back down. Perfectly trained. You know what’s coming when you allow me to take over for you."

A shiver rippled down your back as his primal growl hit your ears. Pupils lust blown. A little whimper reverberating in your throat. The palm of your hand pressed into the mattress and twisted your body to look in Walter's direction.

His mouth sealed over yours when your eyes met the dark blue lust filled depths of his. His tongue fucked your mouth as the first painful pulse of arousal hit you right behind your navel and you squirmed to turn over, but his hand caught your hip.

Walter forced you still as your clit and pussy throbbed, the fire that blazed between your thighs as your clit swelled with desire.

"Fuck."

His heavy thigh moved over the back of your legs. The warmth of his skin on yours made you shiver as you sucked his tongue into your mouth.

When Walter pulled away, he was panting as he pushed two thick fingers between your molten folds. It forced a pitiful moan from your lips as you pushed your ass up into his hand once again. As his fingers coaxed your heat, his thumb found your rosebud, and applied slight pressure to the little balloon knot.

"Daddy, please..."

"Please what, baby girl? Tell Daddy what you want." Walter urged you, his fingers curled inside you.

He was driving you inside.

Your cunt flexed around his fingers as the sound of his digits moving inside you sped up and echoed hot around you.

"Fuck me."  

It was impossible to stay still as his thigh held your legs in place. "Please Daddy, I need you."

Walter's thumb pressed into your button, slowly fucking your asshole with his finger as his other two thick digits fluttered against your g-spot.

"You need me?" Walter crooned; his body moved slowly above yours. "What do you need from me, baby girl? You need my cock to stretch that sweet, tight little pussy?"

You mewled, needy, and starved for him to fill her.

You arched your back, the bulbous head of his cock nudging your sodden folds and you could feel the heat radiating from the head as Walter stepped between your thighs, spreading your legs. The weight of the bed shifted as he grabbed a pillow. “Raise your hips up, baby.”

As soon as the words were spoken, you did as you were told, your hips perking up in an instant as Walter gently stuffed the pillow beneath you to help push your hips up to him allowing you to rest of the soft pillow and insuring, he would have that just right angle.

“That’s my girl,” Walter said. His hands slid down your sides and made your skin tingle with electricity.

His right hand left your hip, brushing against your thigh briefly before you felt him, his hand wrapped around the base of the mighty stalk.

He ran the head up and down the crease of your soaked folds. The contact caused you to moan in your throat and a shiver to ride down the path of your spine.

So slowly, he pressed the thigh head of his cock into your entrance and you caught your breath in your throat.

It felt too good as he sank inside. He was taking his time until he was buried inside of you. Walter’s warm chest moved over your back as he held his body over yours.

With one hand he held your hip, squeezing and causing your ass cheeks to peel apart to show off your rosebud.

Soon his whiskers brushed your shoulder blade and he left hot kisses up your back to your shoulders as you pulsed around him before he pulled his hips back and slammed into you again.

As gentle as he was, he was also a bull, determined to claim what belonged to him.

Walter set a punishing pass as his eyes watched your ass jiggle to his delight each time your bodies met. The sound of your bodies clapping through the bathroom was like applause as Walter moved his hand beneath you to your clit.

He was determined to push you over the edge. Your clit was swollen and tingling as his skilled fingers swirled in tight circles. He sat back on his knees, hauling you up with him and ground his length against your g-spot.

A gasp left your lips when he did that, hitting the spot just right as his cock hammered in and out of your pulsing core. You balled your hands into the sheets as he held you in position, his cock swelling inside you as your core grew hotter, shivering around his girth.

His grunt of pleasure sounded in your head, knowing that he could feel how close you were to release when his fingers snapped against your clit before giving the overstimulated bundle of nerves a sharp smack that stopped the air in your lungs as your muscles stilled in tension.

You couldn’t breathe, not as your orgasm ramped up and spilled over with a heavy moan. Sparks flying around your eyesight as you squeezed your face into the pillow, muffling your cries of ecstasy when you felt his hand grab a fist full of your braids and pulled your head back.

“Let me hear it, I want to hear you crying while you cum all over my cock.” Walter said, his voice nothing but a guttural growl in your ear as three more thrusts sent him over the precipice of his own orgasm. He panted your walls.

His hips slowed to massage his hot ropes of semen over your tender walls.

You were both struggling to catch your breath as Walter lean over you, kissing your neck and shoulder.

“My good girl.” He said. His arms slipping around you as his cock softened inside of you. “You took me so well, darling. I love you so much.”

When he slid from inside you, he shifted, allowing you to come to his chest as he laid on his back, and snuggle your body close to his warmth. He drew the blankets over you, tucking you in close to his side as he peppered your cheeks and forehead in whiskery kisses.

“I love you too, Walter. So, so much.” You said, batting your eyes. You were falling asleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. His steady even breathing a lullaby to your soul.

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