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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 1

Chapter 1: I Know This Much Is True

Rating: M for Mature, 18+, Minors DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC 

Word count: 4K+

Series Summary: Walter Marshall has urges, dominant urges to be in control of everything. Sexually and otherwise. Being a detective and father of a teen daughter doesn’t afford him those luxuries. Kamaria Mansfield left a long-term relationship where things turned toxic. She was hospitalized with extreme PTSD as a result. As a newly-hired intern with Minnesota PD, she hopes long hours will keep her mind occupied and hold pessimistic thoughts at bay. Takes place post-film.

Series warnings: past toxic D/s relationship, PTSD, therapy sessions, sassy therapist giving less than professional advice at times, unprotected p in v (wrap it up y’all), mentions of psychiatric hospitals, angst, fluff, mutual pining

Chapter Summary: The meeting of Walter and Kamaria, however brief, is enough to ignite a flame.

Chapter warnings: Therapy session, mention of past eating disorder, blink and you’ll miss it fluff, mention of fat shaming, angst, masturbation, mutual pining

A/N: Bless Grammarly for acting as my beta for this chapter. (Currently looking for a beta, if you have time and patience.) This is quite a long first chapter but I wanted to give Kamaria and Walter an even playing field to start with.

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“I think you are going to be an excellent fit here, Ms. Mansfield. How about you come in bright and early Monday morning and we get you situated with a desk and show you around?” The hiring manager stood up, fixing his blazer before putting a hand out to shake.

“That sounds perfect, Mr. Lind. I look forward to it,” Kamaria took the offered hand and flashed a grin before being shown out of the building. She nods her thanks, turning to walk down the steps of the police station, her long butterfly locks swaying over her shoulder.

‘These steps are decrepit as hell,’ No sooner did that thought occur when her toe catches on a crack and she starts to tumble forward only to be caught by two very strong arms. 

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much, I need to pay attention to where I-” She stops in her tracks, moving her locks out of her face and looking up to see who caught her in the nick of time. Concerned yet gentle cornflower blue eyes stare back at her, his mocha-colored curls dance in the wind and mesmerize her just long enough to catch her breath.

“I’ve told them these steps are a lawsuit waiting to happen. Are you alright, Miss?” That accent and the timbre of his voice set Kamaria on a journey that settles on surprise. If her espresso skin could blush visibly, it would be all over.

“I’m good now. I got the job and not even an almost sprained ankle can take me out of the clouds today,” Kamaria looks away from his face finally and looks back to the building before looking back at the man. “You work here too?”

“Yeah, you could say that. Detective Walter Marshall,” Walter switches his coffee from his right hand to his left and reaches out to shake hers. He pauses for a second too long, but she barely notices when his thumb grazes the back of her hand slowly.

“Nice to meet you, Detective. Intern, Kamaria Mansfield,” She giggles at her little joke. “Anyways, I have got to be off but it was nice meeting you, and thank you again for saving my life.” She touches his strong arm, giving it a quick squeeze, and walks around him down the last couple of steps onto the sidewalk. She doesn’t notice the way he turns around to watch her walk away to the station parking lot.

Kamaria has just enough time to return home and change clothes to make it to her therapy session on time. She sits in the waiting room fiddling with her fingers, noting that she has to get to the nail salon before work on Monday so her manicure will be flawless. Self-care is very important to her and it makes her feel a bit dainty as well.

‘Dainty is not a word I would use to describe you,’ The words of her ex burn through her mind. She closes her eyes and pictures floating through the clouds at night illuminated by the moon. She is just reaching it as the door opens to her right and her attention is being moved elsewhere.

Her therapist steps through the door and greets her with a wave. “Kamaria, right on time as usual. Come on in, honey.” 

Kamaria gets up from her chair and grabs her bag and coat then enters the office. She closes the door behind her and sits on the big fluffy purple couch opposite where her therapist sits with her trademark notebook. 

“So, don’t keep me in suspense. How did the second interview go today?” Yada can see the smile forming on Kamaria’s face as she situates herself on the couch.

“Well, I got the job!” Kamaria bounces a little in her seat, excitement about the fresh start all over her face.

“Oh, that is so wonderful. You deserve it, girl. I don’t even have to ask if you are excited, you are lighting up this entire room with that smile,” Yada makes a quick note in her notebook before turning her attention back to Kamaria.

“Now, as sensational as this news is. I do want us to get back to the grander topic at hand,” Yada clears her throat and begins to speak again, “Last week, we talked about your fresh starts. New apartment, a new car, and a new job. But there is one thing you seem to have a hard and fast answer to. No new relationships. And trust me, I understand why. You have been through so much, but you have also overcome so much. And I want you to explain to me again why you feel as though remaining at arm’s length with everyone is the best option for you.”

Kamaria was dreading this conversation at the end of her last session, but she knew that it would come up again, just not so soon.

“I will be completely honest. My trust in people has been tested to within an inch of its life. After everything that happened with Christopher and that mess with Britnee, I don’t have a lot to go on with people. I can be kind and courteous with people around me. But for them to be able to know me, they have got to assure me that my trust isn’t going to be treated like some easy thing to gain and maintain with barely anything in return. I need someone on my side who is going to want to know me for me and someone who is willing to take things at my pace.” She bites her lip, a nervous habit, trying to find the words.

“And for them to take things at your pace, you would need to allow them in to know certain things about your past relationships,” Yada says, nodding her head.

“Allowing someone in back then was easy. I was young and I was able to pick myself up after every scrape. Now, though? It seems like every little bump in the road is a hurdle that I am crawling on my hands and knees to get over,” Kamaria looks to the ceiling and the floor and everywhere but Yada.

“Do you still hear Christopher’s voice at all? I remember you saying you can still hear his snide comments when you’re anxious. Does it happen at other specific times?” Yada tries to keep the conversation going.

“A year. It’s been a year since I was in the hospital. Even longer since I’ve seen…him,” she pauses as her mind races, “I still can’t look at myself in the eyes in the mirror for more than ten seconds without hearing him call me fat or ugly or stupid. When I’m down, I feel like he’s on repeat. When I try and sleep, it’s him all over again reminding me that I can’t fit any of my old clothes. Clothes, mind you, that only fit me when I was anorexic because he forced his portion control on me,” She can feel herself getting angry and closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly. “I refused to pay attention to his voice when I heard it during my interview, which is something, I guess.”

“That is more than something, that is amazing,” Yada tilts her head and tries to get Kamaria’s attention. “So, I take it restful sleep is still evading you?”

Kamaria nods, not looking up from a spot on the carpet. It is the one spot she tends to use as a focal point when making eye contact is too difficult. She thinks it would be better to find a new spot because Yada is very used to seeing her gravitate toward that specific area where heavy foot traffic has affected the carpeting.

“Kamaria, I want you to look at me and listen well when I say this.” Yada clears her throat a little too loud.

Kamaria looks up at Yada, tears unshed in her eyes, teeth worrying her bottom lip.

“You are doing swimmingly right now, whether or not you have anyone in your life to share it with. But don’t you think confiding in another person who wasn’t getting paid to listen to you would, I don’t know, be fulfilling in its own right?” Yada asks, with a gentle smile.

Kamaria thinks about it for a second before answering. “I mean, my insurance pays so it’s not like-”

“You know exactly what I mean, so don’t even play with me.” Yada wipes the smile off her face and makes a note in her notebook again.

“Ok, ok! I know what you mean. Someone who I can talk to about the little stuff and the big stuff would be nice. A friend would be nice,” She suddenly is very interested in her hands.

“I think now would be a good time to discuss your homework for next week.” Yada gets up and sits at her desk, waking the screen on her computer, and brings up the schedule for next week.

“I figured my homework would be to have a good first week at work.” Kamaria slyly says, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, nice try,” Yada nips that one right in the bud. “Your homework next week is to make a friend. I want you to connect with someone at work. I don’t care if it’s your manager or your coworker at the next desk over. Hell, I don’t even care if it’s the mailman. I want you to let someone in. Let them know something more than your name and your position. Give them something to go on, and make them want to get to know you. You don’t need to give them your phone number or your address. But, lending someone an ear on a rough day can go a long way. And something tells me being in a police station all day is gonna have your ears ringing by the end of Monday, so keep that in mind for the others around you.” Yada adjusts herself in her chair and tilts her head to let Kamaria know she is not trying to upset her.

“So my homework is to make a friend?” Kamaria asks, thinking she couldn’t have heard that right.

“Yes, my dear. Your homework is ‘Make a Friend’. And you can do this. You are very charismatic when you wanna be. If you don’t shut people down so quickly, I’m sure you’ll find people who want to get to know you. It’s not like you need to tell the first person you see that you are in therapy for PTSD and that you have trust issues,” Yada turns her attention back to her laptop, before quipping, “You could always save that tidbit for the second person.”

“Yada, you are a mess,” Kamaria giggles despite herself. “So, if I just let someone in a little, then I complete my homework?”

“I don’t like how you said ‘a little’, knowing just how little you tend to let people in. But, yes. Just give them something. Something they wouldn’t find out from your personnel file. How’s that for specificity?” Yada winks at Kamaria over her computer screen.

Kamaria takes a deep breath and exhales dramatically. “Well, that is about as specific as I suspected you would be if I’m honest. Kinda surprised you don’t have a worksheet for this.” She smiles at the thought.

“I can make one if you just give me a second.” Yada holds up a finger at that.

“No, Yada, that was a joke. Puh-lease don’t make a worksheet on me making friends as an adult. This is already halfway to depressing.” She is already overwhelmed and she hasn’t even stepped foot in the office as an employee yet.

“Ok. I won’t make one. Yet. Don’t test me, though. You know I’m a woman on a mission with a template and a little bit of time,” Yada raises an eyebrow when Kamaria tries to roll her eyes at that. “It would be in your inbox so fast, it would make your head spin.” 

“From experience, I know that’s true.” Kamaria thinks of the worksheets currently unfinished in her email.

“So, we’ve got your homework set up. And I have your work schedule. So we will be meeting virtually during your lunch break on Friday and see how everything is going and then we will move on from there if that time continues to work for you, ok?” Yada saves the appointment time and comes around the desk to sit back down in her armchair.

“That sounds wonderful, gives me the whole week to give you the hot gossip floating around the office.” And hopefully, I will have a friend by the end of the week…

“Save the hot goss, just give me the deets on who intrigues you and feel free to keep those eyes and ears open for the singles too. No need to jump down their throats, just watch out for jealousy and pettiness.” Yada crosses her legs and turns a wide smile toward Kamaria. “Even though I wouldn’t recommend an office romance, a little office nooky wouldn’t be terrible for you, girl.”

“Wow. That is highly unprofessional but I will remember you want me to get laid.” Kamaria is once again glad she can hide her blush.

“Might be a little unprofessional, but still, you’d be surprised how good an orgasm could be to the soul when it’s someone else giving it to you. Arrangements aren’t exactly frowned upon when certain people have issues with maintaining relationships.”

“Arrangements? Are you trying to be polite about fuck buddies?”

“Call it what you want, just know you don’t have to be alone all the time. Sometimes, all you need is a soft shoulder to lean on and a strong back to realign you and yours.” Yada giggles at her own words and soon Kamaria joins in.

“I swear, this is not how I thought this therapy session would end, but I can’t hate. This is a good way to end it, I think.” Kamaria smiles genuinely.

“I agree. I will see you next week, don’t forget to pace yourself and have a lovely week.” Yada gets up to walk Kamaria to the door before shutting it behind her softly.

That woman doesn’t need to be that intense all the time, but if she wasn’t I’d be a lot quieter and she knows it, Kamaria thinks to herself as she walks down to the parking lot to get back in her car and head to her quiet apartment. She listens to the radio on the way home and thinks of the cute detective that ‘saved her life’. At least, that’s something to look forward to on Monday, seeing his smile again.

After getting some Thai takeout, she makes it home, leaving her shoes at the door. She eats while watching some old Kitchen Nightmares episode on tv. After dinner, she cleans her dishes and the kitchen and then the living room before everything is back in its place and the world seems orderly again.

She retires to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of her bed. Her eyes focus on her favorite painting on the wall, a replica of Salvador Dali’s La Persistencia de la Memoria. Memory is truly persistent. Thoughts of her time with her ex flood her senses and her mind is reeling. 

What if I have an episode while at work? What if everyone finds out I was a failed submissive and my Dom, the one that was supposed to love and protect me, hurt me worse than anyone ever has? What if…

This is the spiral she was hoping to avoid earlier in the day. It seems to have found her now, in the safety of her own home. She turns and grabs her favorite stuffed animal, Beary Allen, named after The Flash. She holds him in her hands while counting backward from 10. With each number, she lets go of a negative thought until she is back to 1.

1…her loneliness.

That loneliness drives her urge to make a friend. Yada wouldn’t like to think about what that loneliness could make her do to make a friend, possibly. But she can’t think about what more Yada might be upset about. 

She needs to do what makes her comfortable and what will keep her safe. She places Beary back on the bed and opens the drawer of her nightstand to take her melatonin. Taking off her clothes and leaving just her shirt and panties, she lays back in bed. She’s been tense on and off all day long from the interview to therapy to…Walter. 

A ruggedly handsome bear of a man. Strong arms ready to catch her like a breath she didn’t know she needed to take. She liked that feeling. That feeling of safety, however fleeting it was. That little flutter moved from the top of her head down to her toes before radiating through her most intimate of places. Usually, she would ignore this arousal until it was too much and she would abuse herself most lovingly. But at this moment, her urges demanded to be sated forthwith.

She moves her hand from the bed to her panties. Lightly rubbing her nether lips over the silken fabric, she pushes in finding her swollen button. Her light moan escaping startles her for a moment before giving in to relax again. Moving her panties to the side, she lets a finger gather her sweet nectar and circles her nub. Her thoughts move to Walter and how he would guide her through her relief. 

He might tell her to use all her force on a clitoral orgasm. Or he might even assist with his fingers and tongue, taking her care personally. She imagines his thick digits inside her heat while two of hers slide inside, the other hand focusing on her tumescent clit. She finds that bundle of nerves inside her core and massages it all but gently, her eyes screwed shut and she imagines calloused fingers and a slippery, soft tongue laving on her. 

It doesn’t take long before she feels the flames ignite within her, eyes open and aglow with surprise as Walter’s name falls from her mouth. She waits until the flutter of her inner walls ceases, then slowly removes her fingers. She moves to her bathroom to pee and wipe away the remnants of her needfulness. Washing her hands, she avoids looking in the mirror for fear of what her eyes may convey to her.

She crawls back into bed and cuddles Beary, turning off the lamp. Melatonin already working through her system, she turns to her side, smiling at how that was the first orgasm she has been able to achieve in weeks. Earlier attempts were thwarted by time, patience, or worse yet, her psyche not allowing her to feel worthy of peacefulness. 

She can’t afford to think whether she would be worthy of Walter’s touch. That would be too much. He’s probably married, just my luck.

For now, she would just bask in the chance to see him again on Monday morning. That will be enough.

Walter spends most of the day in and out of the interrogation room and his office. His latest case is a pain in his ass, but at least the day is almost over. Closer to the weekend and closer to Monday morning to see Kamaria again. 

Those few moments with her weren’t enough. He could tell her smile didn’t reach her eyes and he wanted to know why. He wanted to know more about her. Whatever she was willing to give to him, he would embrace.

He could still feel how soft her hands felt, he could still see the look in her eyes when he caught her before she fell. That tiny moment of vulnerability had his heart racing. She felt so small and so in need of his help that his protective instincts were moving him before he could even think to move.

At the end of the day, he leaves his office while grabbing his belongings. As he enters the doorway, Rachel walks up to stop him.

“Hey, I was hoping to catch you to see if you wanted to grab a drink?” A hopeful smile graces her face.

“I’m knackered. I will be lucky if I manage to shower before passing out.” He steps around her, offering a sincere smile.

She steps closer so only he can hear her. “Look, I know we didn’t exactly leave things in a positive light, but I think if we could just talk some things out, we could-”

Walter stops her dead in her tracks and puts a hand on her shoulder, leaning down to make himself appear smaller and less intimidating. “There is nothing to talk out, Rachel. I told you what I wanted. You told me you couldn’t give it to me. From this moment on, we are nothing but colleagues. Maybe one day we can be friends but not until you realize that being around you is hard for me right now. Only time will help that. I’m going to go home. You should too.”

She moves her shoulder and his hand falls. “And I told you, I do what I want when I want. You will never get to tell me what you think I should do again.” She practically snarls at him, all but running back down the hall.

It was true. Rachel was not submissive. If anything, she was just as dominant as he was. And, if he wanted that, that would be perfect. Rachel was nice, attractive, and intelligent. But, as it was, he wanted a true submissive. Someone who would look to him for guidance. Someone he could take care of and dote on.

His mind returns to Kamaria to rid his thoughts of Rachel and her sour attitude as he walks to his truck. His thoughts scream of her amber eyes looking up at him in surprise and her lovely hair cascading back over her shoulders. How he would love to sweep her hair behind her ear to make her smile at him once again. 

As he turns the key into the ignition, the radio comes on playing ‘Beggin’ by Maneskin. He tries not to let his mind wander too much on the idea of Kamaria begging on her knees in front of himself, but even a strong man knows when his mind is winning out over everything else.

He makes it back to his home, barely pausing after putting the key in the lock and unlocking the door, closing it behind himself. He kicks off his boots by the door and peels off layer after layer on the way to the en suite shower. He turns on the water, allowing it to get to the right temperature while he stretches his back and feels a few knots untangle.

He steps into the spray and lets the water cascade over his hairy chest before turning around and tipping his head back to quickly wash his hair. He grabs his body wash and starts to lather all over but makes the mistake of lingering too long over his cock. It wakes to his touch and his thoughts go back to how small Kamaria felt in his arms.

As he fists himself, he thinks of how he describes her as small. She has wide hips, a deliciously juicy ass, and a hefty bosom. He wonders if she knows the effect she has on him. If she even gave him a second thought after she left him gobsmacked on the steps. He ponders if she always smells of fresh fruit or if that was just a scent she picked out for the day. Something peachy or perhaps apricot?

He imagines her supple lips wrapped around his cock and soon he’s breathing heavily and spilling over his fist as Kamaria’s name stumbles out his mouth. The water starts to run cold as he watches the evidence of his ministrations slide down the drain. He exits the shower and towels himself off before walking back to his bedroom to what will probably be another night of fitful sleep. At least the orgasm helped him relax a bit.

He pulls the covers down after pulling on a pair of clean boxer briefs and practically falls into bed as his mind settles on that sweet smile and the way her hips swayed just for him, at least that’s what he decides to believe.

Until that nagging little voice in his head tells him that she would never be interested in him or his desires. She probably has a boyfriend anyway, he thinks to himself while tossing and turning in bed all night long.

A/N: Thank you for reading and please comment with your thoughts on this chapter, and do be kind, it is my first time writing in over two years.

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Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC 

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

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Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 (TBD)

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Hello, yes, welcome to this list of things I have written. Most of it is smutty 18+ nonsense (and all of it is about Henry Cavill-shaped men), so if that's not you: turn around and walk away! This is not for you!

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🍀- Drabble || 🌶 - Smut || 🍭- fluff || 🍷 - angst

Summary: The shenanigans of eight college guys who share a house...

(Mike, Charles, Napoleon, Sherlock, August, Sy, Marshall and Geralt - University Edition.)

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Finished

Summary: Your weekend plans with August threaten to fall apart when it turns out he's been under a lot of stress. (Dom!August x fem!reader. )

Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3 -- Part 4 -- Part 5 -- Part 6 🌶

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?" (Contractor!Sy x OFC (Lara))

🍂 Series masterlist 🍂 🌶 || 🍭 || 🍷

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

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Summary: One of the best decisions August Walker ever made was sharing his princess with his college roommate Walter Marshall... (Dom!August Walker x reader // Dom!Walter Marshall x reader)

Part 1🔹Part 2🔹Part 3🔹Part 4🔹Part 5 🌶

Series summary: The cute barista from your regular coffeeshop takes a while to gather the courage to ask you out, but when he finally does... (Barista!Mike x reader)

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Series summary: A story about two people falling in love in a time when that wasn't necessarily what they were supposed to do. (Melot x ofc (Tamsyn))

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A little short (August Walker x reader) - 🌶 Summary: You try to prove August Walker isn't the boss of you. Turns out he is, and you're screwed.

Puppy love (dad!August vs. Teen Daughter) - 🍭 Summary: August is not happy when his daughter first starts dating 'that Syverson boy'. Puppy love II (dad!Syverson & son!Mike) - 🍭 Summary: Sy really can't be all that bothered that Mike is dating August Walker's daughter...

In all fairness... (Walter Marshall x reader) - 🌶 Summary: It's date night, and you found the perfect outfit... In hindsight it may have been a little too perfect.

Pumpkin Spice (barista!Walter Marshall x librarian!reader) - 🌶 Summary: You finally manage to get a date with the handsome barista from your favorite coffeeshop.

Taking cues (Mike x reader) - 🌶 Summary: Your favorite bartender offers to teach you to play pool.

Tongue-tied (Mike x reader) - 🌶 Summary: Mike has always wanted to try to tie you up...

You deserve it (Mike x reader) - 🍭 Summary: You’re feeling like shit, and Mike helps you feel less like shit. That’s it. That’s the plot.

Snowed in (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: You were going to spend the weekend at your dad's cabin in the woods with your boyfriend, but he bails on you and leaves you - quite literally - out in the cold. Good thing your best friend's brother shows up...

Making a mess of Mikey (Mike x reader x Black!ofc) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike is a little down in the dumps after a breakup, and you and your girlfriend try something to cheer him up that turns into a fun experiment.

Happy birthday (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike makes you breakfast on your birfthday...

Next door (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: This new guy next door is really bugging you... Until - yet another - noise complaint one night gets a happy ending.

Jersey (hockeyplayer!Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike thought it would be a good idea to teach you how to skate. It wasn't — so he has to come up with a different plan.

🍀 Get wet (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike is a little stumped that he made his girl squirt...

🍀 Not what you think (Mike x German!reader) - 🍭 || 🍷 Summary: When Mike comes home, you're looking to pick a fight. Until it turns out he hasn't been sneaking around. Well... Not like that, anyway.

🍀 Common fucking indecency (Mike x reader) - 🍭 Summary: Mike comes home from his exchange earlier than you expected, and you're real happy to see him.

Little brother AU Worth it (Walter Marshall & babybrother!Mikey) - 🍭 Summary: Walter is babysitting his little brother Mikey while their mom is away for the weekend. He’s also on a date… Astraphobia (Walter Marshall & babybrother!Mikey) - 🍭 Summary: Walter doesn't have quite the night he had planned on when a thunderstorm scares both his girlfriend and his little brother... Sunday dinner (Walter Marshall & babybrother!Mikey) - 🍷 Summary: Walter visits Mike in his dorm after the death of their mother.

Baby, it's cold outside (Napoleon Solo x OFC) - 🌶 Summary: A stewardess recognises a certain Mr. Jack Deveny from her flight earlier in the day. He just so happens to be staying at her layover-hotel.

Body Double (Syverson) - 🍭 Summary: You need to clean your house, and you get a good friend to help you...

What's the occasion? (Syverson x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: You come home from a terrible day at work, thinking you have about a thousand things still on your to do list, only to find your husband has taken care of all of that, and has also made you the first thing on his to do list. The next chapter (Syverson) - 🍷 Summary: You come home to an interesting situation...

Don't knock it till you try it (Syverson x reader x Walter Marshall) - 🌶 Summary: Your friends Walter and Sy have offered to drive you home for the summer, and you have decided to turn it into a nice relaxed camping trip on the way...

Axes and O's (Syverson x reader x Walter Marshall) - 🌶 Summary: Sy invited you and Walter to his family's cabin, where you get to spend a few days alone with them before the holidays.

Fantasy AU

To become one (wood elf!Prince!Melot x dryad!OFC) - 🌶||🍭

Summary: The elven Prince Melot and his dryad lover share a lovely afternoon together in the forest.

What's in a name (wood elf!Prince!Mike x tiefling!OFC) - 🌶||🍭

Summary: At the wedding of his brother Melot, Mike is lured away by his little demon. A few months later, there is even more cause for celebration.

One of two kinds (werewolf!Geralt x halfling!Druid!OFC) - 🌶||🍭

Summary: When you find a wounded, new werewolf in the forest, you can't just leave him lying there. Perhaps the enormous man will turn out to be exactly what you needed...

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The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Seventeen

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

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Seventeen Summary: Lori finds out more about Jake. Walker finds out about the pact.

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

Word Count: Approx. 3.4k

Warnings:

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

Part Seventeen Warnings: slight angst, violence, mentions of blood, implied smut

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

This chapter is from both Lori and Walker's POVs. I know it's a bit different to how I've been structuring the story, but I felt like it needed to be done this way.

There's more exposition here, but I think that will be all for a while.

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.

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Part Sixteen Part Eighteen (coming soon)

Lori

“Are you sure you don’t want breakfast first?” Marshall asked as we approached the open door to Walker’s office.

I shook my head. “Let’s get this over with.”

He gave me a brief approving smile before cupping the back of my head and kissing me on the crown.

“Let’s go,” he said.

I took a deep breath to steel myself for what I was about to face and I walked into Walker’s office.

The space was simple enough, basically furnished with a dark, almost black, modern looking desk with a laptop and a number of open files and papers making a mess of the otherwise clean room. There was a matching filing cabinet and a bookshelf, a low modern black leather sofa and four simple chairs pushed against one of the grey walls and the floor was carpeted in a similarly grey rug. The only feature that appeared decorative was an abstract art piece that ran nearly the entire length of the wall.

It immediately caught my eye; it was impossible to ignore. The work was lit by museum style lighting and spread over two canvases. It was mostly white with sometimes wispy, sometimes harsh, feathery slashes of black, grey and brown paint. While there was an obvious darkness to the piece, there was something heartachingly optimistic about it. For some reason I was reminded of being a kid, blowing hard on a dandelion and watching with glee as the pappus floated away on the wind carrying with them the potential for adventure and a new life.

Walker cleared his throat. I glanced at him quickly, he was taking his seat behind the desk and Marshall was carrying over two chairs. I turned back to the painting and tried to reconcile the art with its owner, but couldn’t for the life of me see the connection.

What would a piece like this mean to a man like Walker? If it was simply melancholic and evoked feelings of fear and dread, I could see the attraction for him. However, the undeniable sense of potential hope and happiness born from the darkness had my curiosity piqued. Why would he not only buy it, but give the piece a place of honour, something that no other object in this room seemed to have? It couldn’t have been cheap, the artist was no doubt talented and experienced; it must have cost a fortune.

“Oh,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes. “Of course.”

It was an investment and a way to hide his true net worth from authorities. Granted, it was a high brow, convoluted way of laundering money, but it wasn’t unheard of, especially for international criminal syndicates. It was the only explanation that seemed plausible.

Taking one last look at the painting, I sat down next to Marshall. He pulled out his notebook while Walker selected one of the files scattered over his desk and opened it. He selected a page and showed it to me.

It was a grainy and dark photograph of the interior of a nightclub and appeared to have been lifted from security footage. A number of people were in the shot, mostly holding drinks and standing in groups of twos or threes. At first I didn’t grasp the significance of the picture, then I gasped as I recognised the couple in the middle of the frame.

“Jake,” I whispered. 

“Jacob Owen Wright,” Walker corrected.

Barely able to tear my eyes from the photograph, I looked at the two men, “How did you find him? Just from this picture?”

Marshall looked a little sheepish and glanced at Walker who showed no embarrassment. “I had some associates sweep your apartment for fingerprints and DNA.”

“What?” I asked, my voice hard with anger. “You had no right to do that without asking.”

Walker took out another couple of pages and showed me pictures of what I recognised to be Jake’s apartment only by the kitchen cabinets because the rest of the apartment was completely bare.

“We didn’t have a lot of options. The whole place was scrubbed. Not a single piece of usable evidence was found to start an identification. Your apartment was the only other place we knew for sure that he’d been.”

“You could have asked,” I said, only partly paying attention to what I was saying.

My mind was in a whirl and I found it difficult to pin down any single thought. It was clear that Jake had lied to me about who he was and what his interest in forming a relationship with me was, but this along with the tracking device suggested that a bigger conspiracy was at play.

“So, you found something in my apartment?”

“Not a lot, but enough for an ID. A thumbprint was found on the top edge of the headboard of your bed and further examination found the rest of the prints on the back as if it had been grasped and used for purchase,” Walker informed me blankly.

My cheeks heated as I realised how those prints got there. I remembered when it had happened and remembered looking at the athletic cords of his arm muscles stretching and contracting as he used the bed as an anchor to go harder and deeper. I felt like such a fool. In the back of my mind I must have known there was something off about him, which was probably why I never want the relationship to make the transition from casual fuck buddies to something more serious. I don’t know why I ignored that feeling and let myself be drawn in by a man who had nothing to offer but lies and deception just because he had the veneer of civility. Looking up at Marshall, it struck me that while the Brothers appeared to be lawless and crude, they treated me better than any man I had known other than my father, Nate, and Hustle.

“Prints on file mean a criminal record right?” I asked.

Again the two men exchanged glances and again Walker spoke, “Not necessarily. But in this case, yes. One offence in New Mexico as a youth. While he was born in your home town, it appears as though he moved around a lot. His mother, born Louise Anne Huxley, married several times, however Jacob’s birth certificate lists no father and we haven’t been able to find one. Louise changed her name several times, with each marriage and on a few occasions without a marriage. Jacob’s birth name was Jacob Flynt, but he has also been known as Turner, Johnson and now, Wright.”

I peered at the photo of me and Jake again. He never even mentioned that he had been born in my hometown, only saying he had moved there a few months before we met; he hadn’t even said moved back. He hadn’t been open about himself like Marshall or Sy, or even Mike and I never would have asked him to be. I’d known the Brothers less than a week and I knew more about each of them than I did about Jake. Well, except for Walker.

“Anything else?”

Walker shook his head. “We have more leads to run down, I’ll let you know if we find anything more significant.”

“You’ve had some time to think,” Marshall said, “have you thought of anything else, anything at all that could help with the investigation?”

“No. Nothing I haven’t already told you.” My eyes were drawn back to the canvas. “Have you told my brother? Does he know anything about this?”

“I spoke to Hustle—” Walker started.

“I asked about Nate,” I brought my attention back to Walker whose jaw muscles quivered beneath his stubbled cheek. “Have you spoken to him?”

“No.”

I nodded and swallowed down my fear. Nate must be alright; Hustle would have said if he wasn’t and despite everything, I’m sure Walker would tell me if something had happened to him.

“Is that all? Can I go now?” I asked.

Walker gave me a curt dip of his head, so slight it couldn’t be called a nod.

I stood and turned swiftly on my heels as I headed for the door.

Walker

Marshall gave me a flat, unimpressed stare as he followed Lori out of my office.

“Jesus,” I muttered as I placed the papers and photographs back in the manilla folder. What the hell did I do this time to get her so riled up? 

Sighing, I tapped the file on the desk and glanced up to see Marshall lifting Lori’s chin with a crooked finger in a way that suggested a familiarity that was far too inappropriate for my liking. It was a good thing Sy wasn’t here to witness it; no doubt he’d go completely apeshit. A kiss on the cheek was one thing, even Mike’s game yesterday was basically harmless, but the way Marshall was looking at Lori was absolutely not benign. 

I was sure Marshall would pull away before they actually kissed. I couldn’t blame him for wanting to kiss her; the girl was far too attractive for her appeal to be ignored. She was artlessly beautiful and she had a spark of fiery willfulness that always made my cock ache when I imagined seducing her into submission. But this wasn’t about Lori, I didn’t give two shits if Lori stepped out on Sy, it was about Marshall. Marshall wouldn’t betray Sy, he wouldn’t betray a Brother. Surely he wasn’t going to—

“Holy Shit!”

He did it, he actually kissed her.

My blood ran like napalm through my veins, my sight going red as I lept my desk and letting the uncontrolled rage rush through my system along with the burst of adrenaline, I let it all out in one furious punch squarely in the middle of Marshall's face.

A scream and a warm spray of blood slapped me across the face, quickly sobering me. 

Oh fuck, what have I done?

Marshall held his nose, no doubt busted and Lori was pushing me out of the way as she tried to get Marshall to lower his hands so she could see the damage. Marshall wasn’t having it, stepping around her as he confronted me.

“You deserve that, you know you do,” I said, coolly.

“And why the fuck would I?” Marshall said, blood pooled in his mouth which sprayed out as he spoke.

“You think Sy would have gone easier on you? Should I have just let him deal with this?”

“And why the fuck would you care what Sy would do?”

“I’m not going to let a woman break this club up, I don’t care who the fuck she is.” 

“It’s not what you think Walker,” Lori had the hide to say. I turned on Lori, her face was pale with fear, but she held her chin up as if daring me to hit her too. Fuck, she was killing me.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about Walker,” Marshall added.

“What else could I think? You’re kissing his fucking woman. You think he’s going to shrug and get over it? You’ve put the whole club in jeopardy and—”

“Walker!” Geralt entered my office, planting himself firmly between Marshall and me.

“He was kissing Lori,” I said. Jesus, I sounded like a kid trying to obfuscate responsibility after being busted by their dad. I may as well have pointed at Marshall and cried, he started it.

Geralt didn’t react. Not even a tiny twitch of his eye.

“You knew? You knew and you didn’t think to stop it before he came back? He’s going to fucking kill him.”

Geralt sighed and looked at the grey carpet now decorated with a blood splatter that Dexter Morgan would have been proud of.

“Lori, take him to the kitchen and put some ice on his nose.”

Lori gave me a look of disgust that made my guts twist. Fear, I could deal with; disgust was something else entirely. Marshall still had his eyes trained on me, his eyes darkened with murderous ambition. I readied myself for him to attack, but Lori took his hand, with a gentle tug and he let himself be led away.

I turned my attention back to Geralt as Marshall and Lori disappeared into the hallway.

“You’ve got some explaining to do,” I said to Geralt, turning back to my desk and sitting in my chair.

Stunned, I sat slack jawed as Geralt explained the situation - the pact the others had made - although it sounded too far fetched to be true. But it made a lot of things fall into place and explained what the others had been whispering amongst themselves over the past few days.

How could I have missed this? How could I not have known what was going on. Jesus, what else was going on in the club that I didn’t know about?

“What happens when the job is over?” I asked when he finished talking.

“Same rules as before, she decides what she wants,” Geralt replied.

“What if she wants to go home? Would you go with her?”

Geralt shrugged.

“Jesus. You’d let the club fall because of the whims of some girl?”

Geralt raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

“When were you going to tell me? When you were all packed up ready to leave and I’d be stuck here holding my dick,” I seethed through gritted teeth. “I’d expect something like this from Sy, he’s always been a little soft when it comes to women. Or Mike even, he’s a fucking kid. But Marshall? You? No. I thought you knew what we were doing here, what we were working for.”

“I don’t think she will want to leave when this is over, I think she’s found her place here.”

“This is no place for a woman.”

“She knows what she's getting into. She’s not naive.”

Geralt’s nonchalance about this whole situation was doing my head in. There was so much that could go wrong here. We could lose it all because my Brothers couldn’t think with anything but their dicks.

“You don't have to be on the outside looking in,” Geralt said with a sly smirk. “She likes you too, you know.”

I laughed, curling my lip and showing Geralt my teeth. “I saw the look on her face, she’s terrified of me.”

“Not of you, of what you represent.”

“I don't share my toys," I sneered.

Geralt nodded slowly. “It’s your call,” he stood, “I'll go check on Marshall.”

“Tell him…” I ground my teeth, what the fuck do I say?

Geralt paused and waited.

“Nothing.”

I glanced at the painting on my wall. The darkness loomed larger than usual and I turned away again quickly, not daring to hope for some light.

Over the next few days the divide between my Brothers and I widened while the others seemed to draw together as they closed in on Lori. Normally there was a schedule set up for guarding a client, even inside the clubhouse, but Lori didn’t need one; she was never alone. She went from Marshall, to Geralt, to Mike, back to Marshall. I didn’t bother offering to take even an hour of guard duty. I wasn’t asked to anyway.

I dared not ask which of my Brothers she was fucking. Marshall obviously, but had Mike and Geralt gone there too? It didn’t look like it, but I couldn’t be sure. I should have nipped the situation in the bud that first night when I found Sy in bed with her.

Dinners alternated between awkward affairs and actually entertaining. Mike in particular was lively, filling dull moments with jokes and conversation. But usually towards the end of the meal Marshall would look at Lori, and the air in the room became electrified as if statically charged. I would leave the room as soon as possible.

One evening after dinner, I walked into the common room and the four of them were there. Perched on Geralt's knee, it appeared she was playing a card game against Mike and Marshall, a small stack of chips were in front of each of them. Her brows were drawn low in concentration as Geralt whispered in her ear and pointed at her hand.

They all looked up simultaneously. Mike and Marshall dropped their heads back to their cards, Marshall still hadn’t forgiven me for the punch and barely spoke to me during meals. His bruising had faded to a few dark circles under his eyes and he had a small cut on the bridge of his nose. Geralt nodded in greeting but didn’t say anything. 

Lori watched me move around the bar until Mike pulled her attention back to the game.

“It’s your turn Babycakes.”

She peeked over her shoulder at Geralt and pointed at a card. He nodded and grinned. Lori dropped the cards onto the table with a smirk and Mike groaned while Marshall dropped his hand with a disgruntled sigh.

“I won?” Lori asked, grining.

“G won,” Mike grumbled under his breath while Marshall nodded.

She raised her hands into fists above her head and bounced excitedly on Geralt’s knee. I turned my attention to pouring my drink, slamming the glass down angrily on the counter.

“Should we play again?” I heard her ask.

“I’ll deal,” Mike said.

“Walker, do you want in?” Lori asked.

I paused, the bottle of whiskey poised just about to pour.

“On the game,” she added.

Mike snickered.

I started to pour myself a generous amount before raising my head. All four of them were looking expectantly at me. I raised my glass to my lips and had a sip, relishing the sweet burn as it passed my throat and settled in my belly.

“No thanks,” I said, already walking across the room, “some people have to work around here.”

I went back to my office. I didn’t have any work to do, not really. All the leads we had in the investigation into Jake were being handled externally by various contacts who worked for us on occasion and I had decided not to take any more jobs until this one was over. We’d had requests and offers, but after investigating Jake and relaying the information to Hustle, I had a nagging feeling something wasn’t adding up. I think we were going to need everyone on this and Sy’s experience in particular was needed.

I lit a cigar and went to the sofa on the wall. I stared at the painting on the wall as I smoked, and drank, waiting patiently for the heavy buzz that would let me sleep.

I was getting close when the gate alarm went off. I went back to my desk and checked the camera feed and saw Sy rolling the large wire gate shut before riding off to the garage. I sat in the chair and waited.

It wasn’t long before he appeared, bag slung over one shoulder, helmet tucked under his arm.

“Walker,” he said.

“How did it go?”

He placed his helmet carefully on the desk, shrugged then sat. “It was straightforward. No problems. Need a report?”

I shook my head, “Not unless there’s something we should be aware of in future.”

He grimaced, “One or two things, but nothing urgent. I’ll get it to you in a few days.”

“Fine.” 

I expected him to leave but he stayed sitting in the chair. After a few moments he spoke. “How is she?”

“Alive,” I said.

He nodded. Quiet again, he looked all around my office at everything except me then spoke again. “Where is she?”

“I last saw her in the common room with the others. If they aren’t there, then I expect she’s with Marshall,” I paused, trying to figure out what the fuck he was thinking, but he gave nothing away so I added, “Like every other night since we got here.”

He nodded again. Still nothing, his face totally impassive, I couldn’t get a read on him at all.

Sy stood suddenly, “I’ll get that report to you soon.”

I wanted to ask him where he was going to go; his room or Marshall’s? I wanted to ask him why he did it, I wanted to tell him I couldn’t have done what he did, I wanted to punch the shit out of him and tell him he was a fucking idiot. Instead I waited until he left and went back to the sofa and stared at the painting on the wall again until I fell asleep.

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Feral Instincts Ch.21

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 2270

Warnings: Anxieties

After coordinating with Heather's Alpha Peter, Stephanie and he arranged for them to get together in the local state park on a Saturday around late morning, that way they could get the introductions out of the way before they started cooking for lunch. The day of the cookout was gorgeous, the sun bright and warm, the air slightly cool but too much where there was a chill. Geralt had needed to go out of town a couple days prior, borrowing Sy's truck, but said he would be back the day of, and would meet them at the park.

August and Walter went in August's black SUV, while Sy, Stephanie, and Mike piled into Walter's dark four door pickup truck, Sy's grill and a couple coolers filled with food and drinks secured in the back. The others were already there, including her pack from the apartment buildings, when they pulled into the park and August helped Sy unload everything as Stephanie, Walter, and Mike went over to them, Stephanie seeing Heather standing with an older man that honestly reminded her of Tom Selleck circa Magnum PI.

"Hey, you!" Heather said, giving her a wide smile as she saw her and they shared a hug. "Oof, haven't seen you since before you were infected. Shit, were we wrong about you being a Beta."

"Heather, this is Walter Marshall, one the Alphas I told you about, the former cop." Stephanie said and Peter extended a hand.

"Nice to meet you." Peter said and Walter shook it briefly.

"You as well." He said and Peter turned his attention to her.

"That was rude, sorry. Shaking his hand before yours." He said, "Peter Danzig, pleasure to meet you."

"You too, nice to put a face to a voice." Stephanie said, shaking his hand with a smile, not failing to notice how Walter's arm looped around her waist and he tugged her closer slightly. She just gave him a look and he pulled an apologetic face. "This is my Beta, Mike Syverson." She looped her arm in his, laying her head on his shoulder.

"Hey." Mike said, moving his head at him in greeting.

"There were four Alphas, right?" Heather asked and Stephanie nodded.

"August and Sy are getting things unloaded but should be---there they are." She said, smiling as they joined them. "This is Markus Syverson, we all call him Sy--"

"Howdy."

"And August--"

"Walker." Peter finished, his pleasant expression faltering slightly.

"Do you two…know each other?" Stephanie asked, picking up on the sudden tension.

"Not that I'm aware of." August said, giving Peter a steady look.

"Your reputation precedes." He said and August made an understanding sound, nodding slightly.

"Well, don't worry, I'm not here on business." He said and Stephanie looked back and forth between them with an arched brow. "I'll explain later, sweetheart."

"That's three," Heather said, "Where's the fourth?"

"Oh, Geralt had to go out of town, but he's meeting us here." She said.

"Geralt…Rivian?" Peter asked and she nodded, "You have August Walker and Geralt Rivian in your pack?"

"Another preceding reputation?" Stephanie asked and Peter nodded. "I know he's a Tracker for the Pack Council and hunts down Ferals, but I don't--"

"I'll explain later." August said again, his gaze not leaving Peter.

“August.” She said but he didn’t look at her, “Blink.” That made him look at her and he gave her a soft smile, pulling her in and pressing his lips to her forehead. “And, I don’t know, bond over your mutual mustachness, or something.” Mike and Sy gave a snort, August giving her a look that she returned. “Now, if that’s all, I need to be tackled by a bunch of kids.” She pulled away from them, heading over to where the families were sitting, opening her arms wide. “Kiddos!” There was a high pitched chorus of her name and she was suddenly surrounded by children of varying ages. She made sure to greet each of them in turn with a hug, picking up two of the smallest and settling them on each hip as she went to greet the parents. August, Sy, and Walter watched all of this with a fond smile and Mike cleared his throat.

“It ain’t happening, remember?” He reminded them.

“We know, Mikey.” Sy said but they didn’t take their eyes from her.

“Steph had a sterilization procedure done a few years before she was infected.” Walter explained, catching Peter’s confused look. “She can no longer have children.”

“A female Alpha that can’t have kids?” Peter asked, “No offense, but then why are you all with her?” They looked at him in unison, their stares hardening.

“Offense not meant, but offense taken.” Sy said, “We’re with Steph because we love Steph, she’s our Mate. Would it be nice to have pups with her? Yeah, it would, but it’s her body and her choice. Female Alphas ain’t baby makin’ machines, good for nothin’ else.”

“Ignore him,” Heather said, rolling her eyes, “He grew up in a traditional wolf family and is kind of old fashioned, makes him a bit of a dick sometimes.” Mike snorted at that, rolling his eyes and breaking away from the group. Going over to Stephanie, he dodged children to press a kiss to her cheek, making her look up at him with a smile.

Despite the rough start, the day went on a bit better, the two packs mingling and friendships forming. A game of touch football was proposed that made Sy light up, Mike telling her that he had been the captain of their high school's football team and had played during college while he was going through ROTC for the Army.

"Did you ever play, babe?" Sy asked.

"Football?" Stephanie asked, and shook her head. "I played sports in high school and college, but not that."

"Let me guess," Sy said with a smirk, "Softball."

"Rugby." She said with an unamused tone and Walter snorted into his soda can. "A bit like football, only we hit harder and don't wear protection. Went through almost an entire match once with a broken nose. Caught an elbow early on."

"Is that why you have that scar on the bridge of your nose?" Walter asked and she nodded.

"Got it set at the hospital once the match was over." She said, "Didn't let it stop me from playing the next match, though."

"You're so cool!" Mike said with a defeated tone and she snorted, pulling him in by his shirt and pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

"You guys go have fun, I'll be cheering from the sidelines." She said and they each gave her a kiss in turn, heading off to where the others were gathering. August wasn't participating, as he really wasn't wearing the right footwear for it, so he stayed off to the sides with Stephanie. Despite the cool air, they still worked up a sweat as they played and soon the shirts were shed and she would admit to watching them just a little more intently as they played. Sy and Walter were bulky with muscle, but still agile as they moved around the field. Mike had more of a runner or swimmers build, slender but still defined and he was almost fluid as he dodged the opposing team.

She wasn't the only one who noticed them, however, and she caught a few other women watching them just as intently. They were a couple Betas and Omegas from Peter's pack, and they were pretty, conventionally so. She couldn't hear what they were saying amongst themselves as they were too far away, but with the giggles and the looks, she could hazard a guess. Patting August's low back, she moved away from him, skirting the edges of their makeshift field and heading over to a cooler to get something to drink. It just happened to have been located by them, but far enough away to where they wouldn't notice her there.

"Damn, those Alphas from that mountain pack look good."

"The Beta isn't hard on the eyes either."

"Didn't they come here with a female Alpha?"

"Yeah, but it's probably nothing. Did you see her? Oof." Their laughter was catty.

"I heard she was their Mate."

"Yeah, and I also heard that she can't even breed, so they're wasting their time if she is."

"Think we should take a shot?"

"Probably wouldn't be difficult." She moved away after that, heading back to August with her bottle of water.

"You okay?" He asked, picking up on her soured mood.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She said, giving him a small, well trained smile. The game ended and she watched as they headed over to the coolers, the women approaching them. Again, she couldn't hear what they were saying, but she got the feeling the flush to Mike's cheeks wasn't just from the physical exertion. An Omega reached out, touching Sy's tattoo gently and the small smile he gave her twisted her heart. She wasn’t jealous. She wasn’t. She was…preparing herself. "Hey, can I have your keys?"

"Of course." August said, not looking up from his phone as he dug in his pocket, handing her the fob. "Are you okay?"

"Need some quiet. Getting a little people'd out." She said and walked away from him, heading for his SUV. The doors unlocked as she touched the back door handle and she pulled it open, crawling into the backseat and closing the door. Sounds were instantly muffled as she laid against the leather.

"Did you see her? Oof."

"She can't even breed. They're wasting their time."

"Wouldn't be difficult."

Tears stung at her eyes and she blinked them away. She wouldn't blame them if they went elsewhere. She couldn't give them kids, even if she wanted to, and besides, she wasn't exclusive to one of them, why would they be exclusive to her? Wouldn't be fair.

The nagging doubts built in her head again and she curled in on herself. They wouldn't be with her if she wasn't a wolf, she was sure of it now. Mike said he would be, but she was already infected when they met, so how accurate was that?

Mike sputtered a little on his drink, his eyes wide.

"Are you okay?" The female Beta he had been talking to asked, but he ignored her, looking around for Stephanie but not seeing her. He moved away at a quick jog, heading towards August on the other side of the field.

"Where's Steph?" He asked when he got to him.

"In my truck, why?" He asked.

"Is she okay?"

"Just needed some quiet." August said and caught the look on his face. "What's going on?"

"I can't feel her anymore." He said and took off, running across the park towards the cars. Going up to August's truck, he didn't see her in the passenger seat so he pulled up the back door, his eyes immediately going to her curled up on the bench seat. "Sweetcheeks." He crawled into the car with her, wrapping her in his arms and maneuvering them so she was half laying on him.

"You deserve better than me." She sobbed and his heart broke just a little bit more, "All of you. Someone stable, someone undamaged. Someone who can give you what you want. I can't, Mike, I can't give you those things."

"Babe." He said, his arms tightening around her. Anger built as did his sorrow, but not at her, at the Feral who messed with her head and hurt her, who was still hurting her.

"Hey, Geralt just sent me a text." Sy said, coming up to the truck, "He's about five minutes--what happened."

"I can't feel her, Sy." Mike said, his eyes closed tight. "She's not there anymore."

“Doll?” Sy asked, reaching out and touching her. “Baby, come on back to us.”

“What’s--” August stopped when he saw them, “This again? I thought we were past this.”

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare, Walker.” Sy said, turning on him. “She’s goin’ through a goddamn war in her head right now, she don’t need you throwin’ a grenade.” He just sighed, his hand coming down on the doorframe and she flinched.

“Did you just flinch?” August asked and Sy pushed him away with a snarl.

“Walk away.” He said and August looked like he was about to say something but Sy cut him off, “Now.” He watched him walk away before giving them his attention again. “How many Omegas we got in the pack?”

“None she’s close with.” Mike said, sliding his hand into her hair and pressing his lips to her forehead, needing to physically feel her as there was a yawning void where she should have been. There was the sound of tires on gravel, a peace settling over her heart making her sigh.

“Geralt’s here.” Sy said, but she already knew that.

“You want to greet him, babe?” Mike asked and she nodded. There was more maneuvering and they slid out from the SUV, Stephanie still sniffling, running her fingers through her hair to try to tame it some.

“Hey.” Sy said, “We got--holy shit.” She looked up, seeing Geralt standing there but he wasn’t alone.

“Sy…” Mike said, his eyes going wide.

“Yeah.” Sy said, going over to their guest slowly. He was young, maybe around sixteen, with pale skin and short, shaggy black hair. They stared at each other for a moment before Sy pulled him into his arms, holding him tightly, the young man returning his embrace and she saw his shoulders shake.

“Mike?” Stephanie asked.

“It’s our baby brother, Steph.” Mike said, “It’s Albert.”

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[zealoushound]

The Two Detectives: The Backstory (part one)

Summary: Our favorite couple meets at her big brother’s surprise birthday party. Little did they know that night was the beginning of it all.

This is the first part (of two) of the backstory to The Two Detectives.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x OFC

Word Count: 3,203

Warnings: Fluff. Adults drinking, one really inebriated man.

A/N: This story has become my baby, lol. Be good to it please. It took me so long to post because the second half was making it super long. With the push of fellow writers @littlefreya and @winter2112rose I decided to break it in half then post. The banner at the top was made by me and the one on the bottom was made by @firefly-graphics.

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8 years ago….

It was my older brother Evan's surprise 30th birthday party. Evan was one of Minnesota's finest police officers. Amber, his fiancé, had set everything up; the decorations, the food. She had invited his friends, family, as well as his closet coworkers. She had us all park up the street and walk back to his place, then jump out, yelling “surprise!” when he walked in. I’ve never seen anyone so excited to turn 30!

After hugging Evan, I went to sit with a few friends. I had grabbed myself a drink before sitting with them instead of mingling like Amber had suggested. After twenty minutes of catching up, the topic turned to men as it usually does between three single women. Casually scoping the room, commenting on a few cute guys when Anna admonished, “Good God, that guy is fucking huge!”

“Where? Oh. How did we miss him?” Asked Megan. Her eyes were as wide as saucers.

My curiosity got to me. I tried to look around as subtly as possible, thinking how impossible that feat would be with two other women ogling him at the same time. Then I saw him. “Wow...” was all I could muster. I doubt anyone had even heard me because it had come out as more of a whisper than anything.

He was standing against the wall next to the small bar just outside the kitchen where a few of Evan’s coworkers sat. He was tall, god was he tall; he was also broad in the shoulders which made him look even more massive. He had on a dark blue pullover, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, dark blue jeans and the largest pair of boots I’d ever seen.

He was listening intently to whatever the other men were telling him. Trying to hear every word over the loud music coming over the speakers in my brother's large living room. His brown curls bounced as he laughed with the people at the bar.

“Dibs!” Megan shouted as Anna and I looked at her dumbfounded. “What? I want that.” I shook my head as she stood fixing her dress.

“Bitch!” Anna jested as she walked away from us, and up to the tall stranger. Megan flipped her off in return.

I turned back around not interested in seeing my friend hitting on the hottest man in sight. I’d gotten out of a relationship two months beforehand and I wasn’t looking for anything serious. I just needed a little release.

Anna began talking about the cat she’d adopted a few minutes later. “His name is Midnight!” She showed me his picture on her phone. “He’s so sweet! He’s solid black, and loves nothing more than to lay in my lap, getting petted. Now if I could just find a man that wanted that!” We laugh heartily. “Uh-oh.” She commented, looking behind me over my shoulder. “Tall, dark and handsome must have shot her down.

Megan humpft back down in her chair. “How’d it go, Megs?” I asked nicely.

“He wouldn’t even speak to me. His friend tried to hit on me!” She pouted.

“Shit, you should’ve gone for the friend!” Anna laughed, looking over to see the guy smiling back at us. “Looks like he’s still interested,” she added, taking a pull off her beer.

“He was kinda cute…” Megan turned and looked at the guy that had hit on her. He waved at her. She made a little motion with her head and they both got up.

“Oh Meg, do not fuck someone in my brother’s house!” Megan laughed in response. “If you go anywhere you best call an Uber!” Realizing half the people here were cops, and that probably was a given, I felt a bit stupid saying that, but Megan was, well, Megan so it felt right to say it anyway. Anna and I stayed and spoke for a while longer.

“Huh. He left.” I gave her a confused look. “Tall guy.” I turned to look, and sure enough ‘Tall Guy’ was missing from the bar, but my eyes landed on my big brother who was there instead; I smiled at him.

“Abigail! C‘mere! I want you to meet everyone!” Evan shouted, waving me over to the bar. Evan had always liked to show me off. “Smartest in the family,” he’d always say to people then tell them what I was in school for.

“I’ll mingle.” Anna winked at me when I looked back at her, giving her my ‘help me’ eyes. She just smiled, shaking her head and shooed me away. I made my way over to the bar, adjusting the hem of my shirt over my pants as I stood.

Evan introduced me to Rachel, Robert, Jacob, and Linda. Rachel was so nice, and was genuinely intrigued by my choice of majors. I was in school for biomedical science and taking a few chemistry classes, working my way up to astrophysics.

“Wow, Abigail. I’m very impressed. You've accomplished all of this at 28?” She smiled genuinely.

“Thank you. Actually, I’ll be 28 next month.” I was a little uncomfortable, but it was nothing new. I would alway get nervous talking to new people, especially about my profession. Some people were intimidated or they thought I would be weird because I was more ‘advanced’ as some would say. Most just left me alone, therefore I didn’t have that many friends outside of school. Anna and Megan had been my best friends since first grade, they were used to it.

Robert, the quiet guy who had been sitting by ‘Tall Guy’, as he’d been renamed in my head, piped up, “Really? My birthday is next month too, the 24th!”

“Mines the 22nd!” We smiled at each other.

“Maybe we can celebrate together?” He leaned in, and spoke softly into my ear. I was slightly buzzed, and very interested. I put my hand on his leg.

“Maybe.” I smiled back at him.

Evan cleared his throat loudly causing me to look up. “Where did Walter go? I wanted you to meet him too.”

“Probably in the kitchen for a refill.” Linda answered. Looking down at my almost empty bottle I decided it was time I got another myself.

“Speaking of refills, anyone else want anything?” I asked standing up. Two more beers were requested. Robert offered to help, but I needed a breath so I told him I had it. Walking into the kitchen I looked around. No ‘Tall Guy’ in sight, I heard Anna’s laughter from the other room. I smiled thinking how long it had been since I’d heard her laugh like that.

I opened the large blue ice chest on the floor by the island and took out three bottles, sitting them on the marble countertop. Noticing the cooler was getting a bit low I decided to at least take one task off of Amber’s hands for the evening. I closed the lid back and walked into the pantry to get another case of beer to refill the almost empty cooler. The cases were stacked up way too tall and I was struggling to get the top one down.

I stood on my toes to reach for the box on top causing my shirt to ride up showing my midriff to anyone who happened to walk by. I grunted, trying again to no avail. I huffed and put my hands on my hips. That was when I heard a deep voice with a smooth British accent come from behind me. “Need some help?”

I turned to look at the polite stranger, ‘oh shit, Tall Guy! Don’t say anything stupid!’ “Uh, yease,” ‘fuckingshitdamnit, try again!’ Blinking my eyes I tried to refocus and correct myself, “uh, that should have been yes, please. Thank you.” Mentally punching myself in the face, I just grinned like an idiot when he smiled at me.

He reached up, taking the top box, which was just above head level for him, off effortlessly. “Where would you like it?”

‘Anywhere you wanna put it. Oh, don’t say that for fucks sake.’ “O-Over on the island is fine.” I tucked my hair behind my ear, as he turned to go back into the kitchen. Biting my lip, I watched his ass shamelessly as he walked away. ‘Damn.’ I came up behind him to see only one bottle remaining on the counter. I looked back into the main room to see the others drinking. Evan over exaggeratedly mouthed, “I got ‘em,” and winked terribly at me.

I smiled back, “He’s so drunk.” Tall guy looked to where I had been looking as I opened the box.

He chuckled with only a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “They all are.” He said matter of factly as he took a swig of his drink. ‘Jesus even his hands are sexy... oh wow, his fingers are so long!’ Shaking myself out of the trance he’d unknowingly put me under I quickly busied myself with the task at hand.

I opened the box and put it on the floor beside the cooler. I fished the older coldest drinks to the side so I could put them back on top. I was bent at the waist which meant my ass was on full display for anyone looking and hopefully that anyone was Tall Guy. I could hear my mother in my head ‘bend like a lady now, Abigail.’ All I could think was, ‘yeah ma, you’re not the one who hasn’t been laid in 6 months.’

“Your brother has a very nice home.” He said politely. Somehow it was a good bit quieter in the kitchen even though it was just off the main room. I stood up once I had all the drinks in the cooler, closing the lid back.

“He does. How did you know I was Evan’s sister?” Of course Evan had probably told him about me but I was tipsy, therefore I wasn’t thinking properly.

“Evan talks about you a lot. He’s very proud of his little sister. He also pointed you out when you got here. I’m Walter.” He extended his hand to me. ‘So Tall Guy was the guy he wanted me to meet earlier.’

I wiped my wet hands on my jeans then took his. Walter’s hand absolutely dwarfed mine. I instantly felt butterflies looking into his eyes as he held my hand. His eyes were so incredible; I’d never seen a deeper, darker blue. I barely fought the urge to touch the beautiful mop of curls that sat atop his head. “You can call me Abi.”

“It’s lovely to finally meet you Abi.” Setting his drink down he rubbed my hand with both of his. “Give me your other.” He said looking down expectantly. My other hand was slightly trembling when I brought it up to his palm. “Did the ice make you that cold, love?”

‘Oh boy…’ “N-oh, no I just,” he brought my fingers, cupped in his massive palms, to his lips, and blew soft, slow puffs of warm air across them; his eyes never leaving mine. “That feels so nice.” I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensations. I felt a slight rush of dizziness reminding me that I was still tipsy. “Coffee,” my eyes sprung open. Walter looked up at me, surprised by my outburst. “I need coffee. Would you like some?”

“Sure. As long as I can drink it here with you.” I felt myself blush like a schoolgirl.

“Of course,” I reluctantly let my hands slide away from his. “Thank you. They finally have some feeling back in them now.” He smiled kindly at me. I got the feeling he didn’t show that smile to a lot of people.

As I started the coffee Walter leaned over the counter by the sink next to me. “Smells delightful.”

“Mhmm, I love the smell of coffee brewing.” I responded not really sure with my words again.

“I wasn’t talking about the coffee.” I was confused until he stood up, reaching out, letting his fingertips graze my neck; that was when I realized he meant me.

“Oh? Oh! Ah… thank you. Anna gave me this perfume as an early birthday present.” I reached up to touch the heated path his fingertips had just traced.

He leaned in closer, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply. “She has exceptional taste. She picked out the perfect fragrance for you.” He put his other hand on my hip and drew me towards him. I stood with him, he pressed me fully against his hard stomach. I leaned up, tilting my head as he slowly brought his own down.

“No way! I don’t care what the score is! Lawson is gonna lose this bet!” We separated as Evan along with a friend I hadn’t met yet entered the room.

“Heey! Baby sister!” He hadn’t called me that in years, oh he was definitely drunk. “I see you met the detective!” He was slurring a bit and far too loud to be in this room.

“I did. Ah, you think you’ve maybe had enough there Ev?” He was scooping another beer from the cooler.

“Nooo. I’m off tomorrow anyways. I’ll be find. No, I’m find. Fiiinnee. Fine. See?” Amber walked in just in time to see that debacle.

“Oh I see how ‘find’ you are sweetheart. Let’s get you upstairs, what do you say?” He laughed and pulled her close by her ass.

“You just wanna get me in bed!” I stifled a laugh looking over at Walter who was looking at me, grinning. Shaking his head, he rolled his eyes and started looking for mugs. I tapped him on the shoulder to show him the mugs were on the top shelf of the cabinet by the refrigerator.

When he reached up, getting two mugs at once I got a nose full of his body wash. I quietly produced an involuntary moan. He leant down to whisper in my ear, “I can’t wait to make you do that on purpose.” I released a shaky breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

Evan must have noticed our interaction because he just had to say “Walter and Abi k-i-s-n-g.” Amber hit his shoulder, shushing him. “Firsts comes… I nont remember the words babs.” He looked at me with a delirious smile. I just shook my head.

“Evan. Do you remember who your boss is?” Walter asked with his back to Evan, replacing the coffee pot after filling our mugs.

Evan’s face went pale, his smile disappeared. “Uh. You Detective Marshall.” I chuckled to myself. “G’night Adbigail. G’night Defect-Detect, Detective.” He shook his head like a rejected puppy, letting Amber lead the way.

She looked back at us while guiding him out into the main room. She laughed, “I’m so sorry!” I waved her off as they left.

Walter handed me my mug. I blew on it gently, taking a careful sip. “Mmm, thank you. Hey, let’s go somewhere quieter.” I was feeling bolder now. I took his hand leading him over to the back deck. It had started getting cooler at night again but Amber had the fire pits going so it was warm enough to be comfortable.

Evan always kept a blanket in the muck room off the porch so I grabbed it on the way out. We sat down on the couch by the fire. A few people were still outside talking but we didn’t care.

We talked for hours that night under that blanket, sipping coffee by the fire. I didn’t realize it then but I’d already fallen for him. Walter was going to be my life’s greatest love, all I had to do was wait and see.

We talked about our families, our jobs; what we hoped the future would bring. He was very interested in my career choice as well as I was in his. Turns out he’d lead the big investigation that rocked the county a few months prior. The one that my brother refused to tell our mom about his involvement in, fearing that she would make him leave the force.

Walter’s career had been a very successful one. He was a father. I secretly, stupidly, wanted to meet her because when he spoke of her his eyes lit up. “She’s little but she’s mighty.” He showed me a picture of a beautiful curly brown haired little girl with his smile. “She’s 8. She’ll be 9 in December.” He looked lovingly at his phone's glowing screen.

“Oh Walter, she’s darling!” I touched his arm then looked up to his eyes. “Would you ever like to have more?” ‘Oh I hope he doesn’t think I’m fishing for a donor.’

He grinned at the picture then locked his phone. “Maybe. With the right woman I suppose I would. Faye's mom and I didn’t want anymore at the time so when she was two I decided to have a vasectomy. We figured it was easier that way; then I could reverse it whenever we decided on another, if we ever did.” I tucked my foot underneath my other leg. His arm wrapped around my knee holding me to him over the blanket. His fingers skimmed over my covered thigh.

He looked down with a solemn expression, taking a deep breath. “A year and a half after that we decided to get divorced instead.” He cast his eyes up to me. “Being married to a cop isn’t an easy job. She was always worried. I was never home and when I was, we were constantly arguing. It was the best thing for Faye. I realized after it was over that we worked better this way. No more fighting, just being parents.”

I was in awe of his candor. The gentle way he spoke about his past relationship with the mother of his child. I could tell he still had a great deal of respect for her. We kept on talking, kept refreshing and refilling our mugs.

Until I shivered, that is. I looked down at my watch: 2:18 am. “Walter, we’ve been out here talking for three hours now.” I smiled at him as he pushed the logs around on the fire again while holding my legs that were now draped over his lap. “You wanna go back inside? It seems quieter now.”

“Yeah most everyone had left the last time I went in for a refill.” He looked down at his mug as he sat back. “I didn’t want to tell you though.” He sheepishly admitted. “I didn’t want this to end.”

I took him by the chin and made him look at me. “This doesn’t have to end, Walter. We can go upstairs.”

“You want me to come upstairs with you?” He looked dumbfounded.

Confused by his question I responded with, “Of course I do. Only if you want to, that is.” I had assumed he knew that.

He swallowed hard as I took my legs out of his lap. “Lead the way.” I grabbed his hand as he stood with the blanket in the other.

Leading him back into the house I got butterflies. I smiled to myself thinking about when he’d told me earlier that almost didn’t even come tonight.

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[inlovewithhisblueeyes]

Eyes that Know Me || Chapter 1

Summary: A newcomer arrives to the small town of Hobson.

Pairing: Alpha! Walter Marshall x Omega OFC

Word Count: ~4k

Chapter Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, Mentions of blood and injuries

A/N: Here is the first chapter of my Walter A/B/O fic. I was inspired by @luciilferss take on an Alpha Steve Rogers who has a dog along with a fever dream of Henry being a sled dog owner. The title comes from line in a song called Falling Slowly.

Hobson, Montana was a small town off of route 87. It was like every other small town in the country. Hobson was the kind of town where everybody knew everybody and they were all in each other’s business. There was a healthy balance of alphas, betas, and omegas which was exceedingly rare in tiny towns. Like most towns of its size, Hobson was a place most had aspirations of moving away from in search of their elusive true mate when they were young. By the time they got older and the weight of their designation had fully sunk in, they were still living in the same house and those dreams were shoved to the back of their minds.

Generally, anyone that was born in Hobson grew up, fell in love, got married, had pups, and died there. However, it wasn’t unusual for a mate to come from a nearby town due to the school district’s athletic programming. Whether they met on the field or off, people found a mate just the same. True mates were such a rarity so most people were just happy to find someone to spend the rest of their life with. That was just how things were there and always will be.

It was the kind of town that would pass by in the blink of an eye, just another miniscule exit on the long stretch of route 87. Not to say Hobson didn’t receive out-of-towners, they just never stayed past a cup of coffee and full night of rest before getting back on the road. But when a reserved beast of man pulled his truck into town one fall afternoon, no one expected him to stay for longer than usual. There was a certain kind of sadness hidden in his blue eyes if you were able to stare into them for too long; the kind of sadness that makes a man wild in search of a balm for it.

But then one day turned into two and two into three and soon the residents had gotten used to this quiet soul. Slowly they learned about the man with Patty from Gramma Ruby’s Cafe being the main dispenser of information. He had a British accent, he liked coffee black and bacon extra crispy. His name was Walter Marshall but preferred to be called just Marshall. His third week in town he bought a place north of Central Ave and a short walk from the Judith River. It was still within the town’s limits, yet rather secluded in the vast plains.

Patty tried her best to figure out his designation after one of the younger waitresses, Sandy, developed a small crush on the newcomer. No matter how hard she tried Walter gave off no distinguishable scent. The use of suppressants was rather unheard of in this part of the country and someone existing without any scent was biologically impossible. Rumors began to fly and some of the women in town hoped and prayed that he was an alpha. This led a group of men to pray that he was a beta so there would be less competition. It seemed everyone and their mother had their opinion on the matter.

Marshall mostly kept to himself except on Monday nights when he went to the Elk Ridge Saloon for a drink. He would sit, have a beer or two, leave a good tip before he headed back up to his place. Like clockwork, he would go to Gramma Ruby’s Cafe for dinner on Wednesdays before heading to Nancy’s Country Market to get supplies for the next week. On the sixth Wednesday of his ritual, Margie the clerk caught the whiff of something on him, but it was too muted to tell further.

By the following Wednesday, it was the first time that Marshall didn’t come to Gramma Ruby’s alone. A small runt of dog was trailing eagerly after him. The little thing attached itself to her master; going as far as scrambling into the booth beside him and attempting to climb into his lap.

“Dog, no,” Marshall grumbled as he gently removed the dog from his lap and placed her on the floor.

The runt whined up at him as he looked through the menu. Once more she started the ascent to his lap before being returned again to the floor. The third time she tried Walter was ready for her.

“Dog I said no,” the man ordered and removed her to the floor.

Patty and Sandy watched the ordeal with amusement before the elder waitress made her way over to the booth. Walter was still wrestling with the dog to get her to stay put.

“You know a dog’s gotta have a name, Marshall. It might help you get her to listen to you,” Patty teased.

“The naming bit seems to be the hardest part. I haven’t found one that fits,” the alpha acquiesced as he finally gave in and let her curl up on his lap.

“I’m sure it will come to you. Shall I get your usual or looking to mix more things up today?”

“The usual is fine. Thanks, Patty.”

“Sure thing, sugar. I’ll start a new pot just for you,” the elder waitress replied before heading off to the kitchen.

By the time Walter had finished his supper, both Sandy and Patty noticed a hint of a scent on Walter just the clerk at Nancy’s had the previous Wednesday. The most distinct smell was that of the ocean during a storm while everything else was too diluted to tell further. It was the first time Walter had given off a scent to either of them. As soon as he left to go on his run to the corner store, Sandy was in a tizzy. She was a bit peeved that his scent didn’t give her an idea of designation; it still didn’t rule out if he was an alpha or not. Of course, she told her friends who then spread the word to their friends and so on until all of Hobson seemed to know about Walter’s new friend and the scent that came with it.

On his drive back up to his house, Walter was flipping through the radio stations and found himself entranced by the soothing voice of the announcer for the oldies station. The little dog was tuckered out next to him in the truck.

“Next up is a tune from one of my favorite movies growing up. Stormy Weather premiered in 1943 and tells the story of Bill Williamson, a struggling performer, who falls in love with a beautiful vocalist named Selina Rogers. Bill promises that they can be together after he makes it big yet the two end up drifting away when they both become famous. However, Bill gets one more chance to woo her at a huge musical stage show. Here's Ain’t That Right performed by Fats Waller and the gorgeous Ada Brown.”

It was then that Walter glanced down at the sleeping dog and realized he had the perfect name for her.

“Ada,” the alpha murmured, testing the name out,” Ada…Ada...Ada..”

The runt then opened her eyes and perked an ear up at him which caused Walter to bark out a laugh. Her tail was thumping happily against the worn leather bench.

“Alright then I guess your name is Ada now dog,” he agreed as he gave her a scratch on the head.

Even from an early age, Ada had a knack for tracking and chasing down the local wildlife. The first time she snuck off was while Walter had been busy chopping wood in preparation for an upcoming storm. One moment the pup had been occupied with chewing her bone beside the growing pile of wood, the next she was gone. It had taken Walter all of ten minutes to notice she was gone and he nearly had a heart attack. He had called out for and even tried searching for her in the house. He eventually made his way outside to check again and there she was with what appeared to be a dead rabbit locked in her jaws. Every inch of her was covered in dirt and grass.

Walter had laughed in relief before trying to retrieve the rabbit from Ada’s mouth only to discover that it wasn’t dead at all, merely stunned. He had to practically drag her away from the thing for a bath. It wasn’t the first time she terrorized the wildlife. Ada never killed them, only wanted to bring them back to her master. It was then Walter wanted to see how good her sense of smell was. He started hiding bones and treats for her around the property with her finding them every single time.

One night Walter was sitting by the fire on his laptop scrolling through the local news site when an article about how a lost child from a few towns over was found by a search and rescue dog. A lightbulb went off in his head and the next day he ended up calling the local search and rescue team, eager to tell them about Ada. The alpha had received information on the training sessions they would hold every weekend. The two of them went once and immediately fell in love. By the end of the summer, Ada had proven herself as a good candidate for the team. It would take another 6 months before she earned her place.

Walter ended up becoming an integral member of the team as well. He had a knack for getting even the most riled-up pups to fall into line. He started his own training camp on the side. Walter built a kennel on the property and would host dogs for a few weeks at a time to get them ready for their jobs in the field. In a short time, it seemed that everyone in southern Montana knew his name. Over the years, he helped to train over 30 dogs for local search and rescue teams and local police. He started working with them when they were a few months in order to fully maximize their potential. Not every dog that passed through his door was meant for the working dog life, but Walter made sure they would be a well behaved dog for their owners.

Ada would help to rear the recruits especially during the first few days when they were confused and missing home. She had been given four awards for her work as a search and rescue dog by the time she turned 6 years old. Ada was well known around Judith Basin County and whenever she was out accompanying Walter, she would get lots of attention and treats. Walter thought she was a godsend for she always knew when to take the attention off her master.

Over the first two years of having her, Walter’s scent was slowly coming back until one day it was in full force. There was no hiding his status as an alpha and some of the women in the town could be a little forceful. Their mothers were just as bad and would try to set him up on dates with their daughters. Walter could only handle so much of their overeagerness before he would be grouchy and worn out. Luckily, Ada was fantastic at reading him and would find a way to give him an out every time. No one could withstand Ada’s puppy dog eyes or whines for affection. Walter and Ada were content with just the two of them. There was no need to add another person to their pack anytime soon.

By now a few years had gone by, Walter and Ada were set in their routines just like the rest of the town. On Mondays, Walter would work on basic commands with the current batch of recruits before he would head to Elk Ridge Saloon for his weekly beer. On Tuesdays, he’d work on agility exercises. On Wednesdays, the alpha would start testing their noses before Ada and Walter would run into town for dinner at Gramma Ruby’s and the weekly stock up at Nancy’s Country Market.

On Thursdays, they’d work through more scent training exercises before Fridays where they’d get to run around his plot of land and really test their skills. The weekends were for meeting up with the local search and rescue team to get them used to the other members both animal and human alike. It was vital that his trainees were introduced to the idea of being handled by more than just Walter if they were destined for greatness like Ada. Rarely did they deviate from the schedule but with the arrival of a new batch of pups and a storm set to hit Wednesday evening, plans had to be adapted.

An uneasiness awoke him well before the sun rose on Wednesday. His hindbrain was on edge in a way he’d never experienced ever since he presented all those years ago. With a quick check of the weather, Walter saw the forecast had changed to alert the county from just a storm to one with a flash flood warning. Perhaps that’s what was causing his feelings of unease.

It was made worse by the fact they had just received a new batch of dogs to train on Monday. Normally they would have had at least a week or so to adjust before the storm season began to wreak havoc on the area. Between their howls and those from the wind, Walter doubted he’d get any sleep tonight.

He groaned as he got up to start his day albeit earlier than his bones were used to. To make matters worse, he only had enough coffee for one cup. Walter made a list of all the items needed from the store while he had his coffee. Once the sun started to rise, the alpha did his pre storm check around the property, making sure the house and the kennel were sealed up tight. Thankfully everything still looked solid from the last time he did repairs.

He fed the recruits and Ada before leaving her to hold down the fort. The man would have to drive to the next big town in order to get everything on his list. Hobson was too small to get its own Walmart so they had to make due with traveling to the one in Moore a little over 10 miles away. The only good things about having a truck meant he could get everything home in one trip and if the storm started early, he could drive through the puddles.

The drive over was a little congested and it seemed like he wasn’t the only one doing their last minute shopping. After so long of being rather isolated, Walter wasn’t exactly ready to be overwhelmed with all the scents. When he was on the police force back in Minneapolis, they were on suppressants and given scent-blocking patches to use. Even before moving out here, the alpha tried to avoid crowds as much as one could when he wasn’t on duty.

Pulling into the parking lot, he groaned a bit how full it was. If he wasn’t in need of coffee and other things to weather the storm, he would have turned around and left. The man ended up having to park his car all the way in the back and he prayed that the storm would allow him to at least get his supplies in the car before starting. Marshall trudged his way to the front and took a few deep breaths before all of the different aromas overpowered him as he stepped inside.

It took him until he was halfway down his list for his hindbrain to adjust to all the stimulation. The worst part of the store seemed to be the swamped checkout stations. If he took his time, he could most likely swoop in once the crowds had simmered down again. The last thing to get on his list was coffee. He was Folgers man through and through; it was the first brand he ever had, the only brand the station had stocked, and he could always find it no matter where he went in the world.

However, the one day he needed it more than ever, Walmart was out of stock. He scratched his head as he looked over his options in confusion. They had a few tins of Community Coffee left, but you couldn’t pay him enough to drink that junk. The fancy smancy coffee bags were all well stocked. The packages had so many words and phrases that he had no clue what they meant. Coffee was coffee, the more caffeine the better.

“You look a bit lost there, Marshall,” a soft voice teased from behind him.

He glanced over his shoulder to notice the little brunette waitress that worked with Patty. Sandy was her name and she was standing by her cart with a patient smile.

“You’re right, Sandy. I normally get Folgers, but they’re out so…” he replied with a shrug.

Sandy was a bit stunned for two reasons: one being this was the most he had ever spoken to her in one sentence and two most alphas don’t admit their shortcomings. She left her cart on the other side of the aisle and glossed over the available options.

“Well based on what I know of your food choices at Ruby’s, I might have a suggestion,” she uttered before grabbing two different bags,” I suggest Dunkin as a good replacement. However you tend to like the chocolatier deserts, so you might dare to try this Ethopian blend. The second one is a personal favorite of mine.”

He silently looked over his two options before gently taking the second bag from her. The man sniffed it and gave a short hum.

“Well if I don’t like this one, I know where you’ll be. I’m sure it won’t come to that. I trust your recommendation,” he offered with a polite smile.

“Now I best get my shopping done before that storm hits. I’ll see you next Wednesday. Stay safe ya hear,” Sandy chirped before grabbing her cart and leaving with a small wave.

Walter gave a wave in return and grabbed an extra bag of the blend just in case the weather turned out worse than predicted. He quickly made his way to the checkout and was soon heading back home well before the storm arrived. The rest of the day was spent waiting around and checking on the pups. Ada followed him around for a while but adjourned to hang out around the kennel.

The rain started around dinner time and was quickly followed by roars of thunder and lightning. He had fed the pups early just in case and settled down for a quiet night. Well as quiet of a night one can have during a raging tempest.

As soon as the sun began to peak over the mountain ridge, Walter began his day like always. He stretched before getting out of bed and padding across the cold wood floor to the kitchen. The man started the coffee maker as he sorted out Ada’s breakfast. He figured after last night’s storm he would have to bring the food to her. It was no bother to him for Ada was probably busy soothing the puppies since last night was their first big storm.

Once her food was prepped and the coffee started, he made his way back to the bedroom to quickly dress for the cold, wet day that was ahead of him. The scent of chocolatey goodness began to permeate the kitchen as the alpha made his way to the side door to toe on his boots. Marshall mentally made a reminder to thank Sandy for her coffee recommendation. He then filled up a cup with coffee, grabbed Ada’s bowl, and made his way out of the house.

Stepping out onto the porch into the early morning sun, he began surveying the damage from last night’s storm. Luckily, nothing seemed too out of order: branches littered the soggy ground and the roof of the kennel held up just fine. The outdoor chairs were still too soaked for him to take a seat and enjoy his coffee like normal, but he would survive.

“Ada!” Walter whistled from his spot on the porch,” Come here girl.”

His call went unanswered by Ada, but he heard the yelps and cries of the puppies. It was odd for Ada to not come when he called. She was the most obedient pooch in all of Judith Basin County. Perhaps she had gotten more attached to this round of recruits than he thought. Walter took a big gulp of his coffee before trying again.

“Ada! Ada! Here girl! Breakfast!”

Yet again there was no response from her and that had the alpha worried. He quickly finished off his coffee and set the mug and her bowl down on the porch to grab later. Marshall made his way across the yard to the kennel. He hurriedly unlatched the door and swung it open. The puppies yipped as they rushed over to the doggie gate to greet him. He turned on the overhead lights as it was too dark and in the kennel.

There in the back of the room Ada laid in front of a pile of blankets. She barely spared him a glance, too infatuated with her hoard. Walter carefully stepped over the gate and around the overexcited puppies. The six of them attempted to jump up on him for affection, but he was too determined to figure out why Ada was acting so unlike herself. Ada let out a low growl as soon as the alpha was about 10 feet away from her and the pile which led him to freeze in place completely shocked.

“Ada, come,” Walter called before another low growl answered back,” Are you hurt girl? Is that what’s going on with you?”

The man began to try and slowly approach once more with his arms up so Ada could see he meant no harm. The dog whined before quickly getting up and circling the pile of blankets. She carefully nudged some of the blankets with her nose then rushed over to her master. Ada circled around him and led Walter to the blankets with a huff.

“Alright you want me to follow you I will Ada,” he assured the dog.

He continued to calmly make his way over to the pile wary about spooking Ada back into her previously weird behavior. Once the alpha reached the pile, he was hit with the overly metallic scent of blood and he hoped that Ada hadn’t gone after the local birdlife again. Walter crouched down in front of Ada’s hoard and cautiously peeled the layers away one by one. The second to last piece of fabric contained splotches of blood and mud and it languidly moved up and down as if something was alive under it.

The man yanked that layer away and immediately was hit with a sour stench of fear, anguish, and something faint that he couldn’t quite place soaking the last blanket. He knew somewhere in the back of his brain what it was, yet couldn’t recall what on earth it was. Walter gave Ada a reassuring glance as he gripped the fabric in his hands. That layer was tossed away and the one scent he was unable to place hit him at full force...

“Omega...”

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[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

✨Tam's Masterlist✨

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A03

Animal Kingdom:

Character written for so far:

Craig Cody

Deran Cody

Berry "Baz" Cody

MCU:

James Buchanan Barnes/TWS

Loki Laufeyson

Others:

The Moon Knight Boys

Robert Pronge aka Mr. Freezy - The Iceman

Jax Teller - Sons of Anarchy

Sheriff Lee Bodecker - TDATT

Duke Leto Atreides - Dune (2021)

Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

Jack Thurlow - Jack Goes Home

Kappa - Black Mirror 6

Roman Roy - Succession

Samuel Lafferty - Under The Banner Of Heaven

Elijah Kamski - Detroit: Become Human

Masterlist-Navigation:

Behind The Fence - Female!OFC x Craig Cody [A lot of smut, Kinky issues, some violence, 18+!] (aka my Animal Kingdom thirst party 😏)

Animal Kingdom:

Abandoned Until Further Notice

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 / Part 3.2

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7 / Part 7.2 / Part 7.3

Part 8 / Part 8.2

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12 / Part 12.2

Part 13

Animal Kingdom Off-Story One-Shots:

One - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

A Little Reward - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

The Two Of You - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Numb - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Please Don't Say That You Love Me - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Forbidden Thoughts - Female!OFC × Craig Cody

In Waves - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Smoke On The Water- Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Moonlight - Female!OFC x Baz Blackwell / Michael Corvin (totally lost my chill)

Viking - Craig Cody x fem!Reader (Smut 18+, Shower Sex)

Cinnamon | A Night Hunter Story - Walter Marshall × Fran Carters (OFC) [ Angst, Fluff, Trauma Talk... you get the overall mood ]

Nomis - Night Hunter:

Abandoned Until Further Notice

Chapter 1 - Denial

Chapter 2 - Anger

Walter Marshall One-Shots:

The Sweater Thief - Walter Marshall x Reader [ fluffy Walter Marshall HC ]

Drunk Decisions - Walter Marshall x Reader [fluffy Walter Marshall HC]

Stairway To Heaven - Walter Marshall × Reader [loss of a pet, angst, hurt/comfort]

August Walker:

A Little Nap - Daddy!August x Reader [fluff]

One Of Those Days - Daddy!August x Reader [angsty fluff]

Spill The Drink - Daddy!August × Reader [mental illness, comforting daddy talk]

They Won't Know - August Walker × Reader [soft!smut, HC no one ever asked for]

A Love Letter From August x August Walker × Reader [Me sending in a fun ask]

Listen And Obey - Daddy!August x Reader [dirty, dirty smut (18+!), denial, male dom]

Not Enough - Daddy!August x little!Reader [angsty drabble, DDlg themed]

Not Enough Pt. 2 - Daddy!August × little!Reader [a bit angsty, August being August, tho]

Whole Lotta Love - August x Reader [Reader is having a little fun on a mission]

Geralt of Rivia:

The Monster They Wanted Him To Be - feral!Geralt x Reader [implied NonCon, primal hunter/prey, 18+!]

Steve Rogers:

Movie Night - Steve Rogers x Reader [SMUT, Daddy Kink, 18+!]

Movie Night II - Steve Rogers x Reader [More SmUt, More Daddy Kink, 18+!]

Paint It Red - nomad!Steve x Reader [Dark!, 18+!, blood play, self harm issues]

My Bucky List:

He Even Came With Instructions- The Winter Soldier x Dark!Female!Mob!Reader [Dark!Smut, DubCon/NonCon, FemDom]

Sleepless - Bucky Barnes × Reader [Smut, somnophilia, thigh riding, 18+!]

The Thing With Cats And Water - Bratty!Bucky Barnes x Reader [ Smutty Fluff 18+!, a bit of Mommy Kink, implied further smut ]

Lock And Key - sub!Bucky x dom!Reader [BDSM Fluff, 18!+]

Atonement - sub!Bucky x dom!Reader (Smut 18+!, spit kink, implied further smut)

Can't Run, Can't Hide - stalker!Bucky x Reader [gets gradually darker, 18+!]

Sleaze Dog - Rockstar!Bucky × Reader [18!+, alcohol abuse, angst]

Hold Me Close - sub!Bucky × dom!Reader [a lot of angst, non-sexual BDSM, choking]

His Asset:

His Asset- Dark!Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader [very dark smut, 18+!, a fic straight out of hell]

His Asset Part 2 - Dark!Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader [it's getting even darker, 18+!, force-feeding, very dark thoughts]

Moon Knight:

The Vegan In A Steakhouse - sub!Steven Grant × fem!Reader [public smut 18+!, gentle femdom, Steve being the puppy that he is]

Blood In The Sand - Marc Spector x mercenary!fem!Reader [desert porn 18+!, oral, mutual touching]

Te Amo- Jake Lockley × Sex Worker!Fem!Reader [implied smut 18+!, very angsty]

A Night At The Museum - Steven Grant x fem!Reader [teeth-rotting fluff]

Once Upon A December × Marc Spector / Steven Grant × fem!Reader [18+!, major hurt/comfort, angsty af]

Tears Of Love - Steven Grant × fem!Reader [just some comforting fluff]

The Wrath Of Set - Jake Lockley × fem!Reader [pitch black smut, 18+!, knife play]

Sheriff Lee Bodecker:

White Cotton - Daddy!Lee x Little!Reader [DDlg Smut 18+!, Daddy Kink, Oral, Pillow Riding]

Loki Laufeyson:

Fimbulvetr - Loki x Fem!Reader [substance abuse, self harm, 18+!]

Robert Pronge aka Mr. Freezy

Dirty Thoughts - Mr. Freezy x Reader [Filth, foul language, 18+!]

Sons of Anarchy:

Over And Over - Jax Teller x Reader [angsty, 18+!, pillow talk]

Others:

Odi Et Amo - Jacques LeGris x fem!Rader

What We Do In The Shadows Headcanon

WWDITS!Show-Characters x Reader [Just a conversation getting out of hand]

Dune

Blood, Sugar and Spice - Duke Leto Atreides x fem!Reader [A big pile of smut 18+!, period sex, oral, feral Duke Leto]

Stranger Things

Master Of Puppets - bestfriend!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader (Friends To Lovers, Romantic Porn With Plot 18+!)

The Bear

Heard, Chef! - Carmen Berzatto × fem!Reader (jealous smut, 18+!, a bit angsty)

Succession

The Cage - Roman Roy x fem!Reader (Puppy Play, Straight Filth, Mommy Kink, 18+!)

Insomnia - Roman Roy x fem!Reader (Soft Smut, Nipple Play, 18+!)

Detroit: Become Human

Golden Cage - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (PWP 18+!, Emotional Abuse, Mind Games)

Sunlight - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (PWP, 18+!, Soft, Oral, Edging)

Ctrl + Shift + L - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (Smut 18+!, Online Stalking, Obsessive Behaviour)

Watch Me, Touch Me - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (Smut 18+!, Voyeurism, Overstimulation)

Resident Evil: Village:

Hangover Cure - Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader (Intoxication Kink, Daddy Kink, 18+!)

I Am Machine - Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader (Piercing Play, Angst, Smut, 18+!)

Rory Culkin Characters:

Masterlist

#masterlist #animal kingdom tnt #animal kingdom #craig cody #marvel mcu #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #steve rogers #henry cavill #august walker #walter marshall #geralt of rivia #robert pronge #mr freezy #jax teller #what we do in the shadows #night hunter #duke leto atreides #moon knight #steven grant #dune 2021 #jake lockley #marc spector #loki #stranger things #eddie munson #rory culkin #gabriel 2014 #black mirror 6 #kappa

[littlefreya]

Cold As Ice

Summary: Detective Walter Marshall is a sore loser, but he never lost a match, not up till now. She distracted him and now she’ll have to take the blame, preferably on her knees...   

Pairing: Hockey!Walter Marshall x OFC (3rd person POV)

Word count: 1926

Warnings: Smut. Finger fucking, rough-angry-punishment-sex, I’m going to tag this as consensual-non-consent to be on the safe side. MaleDom, manhandling, creampie, hinted jealousy, slight degradation and hair pulling. 

A/N: You guys enjoyed Coach!Syverson? So how would you feel about the idea of Walter playing Hockey with his police team? This idea came to me while speaking to @wolvesandhoundshowltogether discussing how Walter probably plays Hockey for fun with his size and his stamina and how hot he must be in them uniform. Thanks to @agniavateira for being my muse amy beta!!!

Comment & Reblog if you enjoyed :)

Title: Cold As Ice

Eyes pristine as glaciers sliced into the large black screen with utter shock. Blood simmered in his head, white-hot as it flowed down the tendons of his clenching throat while his breath vaped into the cold air in thick, misty fumes.

“Fuck…” Walter whispered, gawking at the neon red numbers, witnessing how they changed right in front of his dumbfounded face. The buzzer tore through the frozen arena, followed by the ear-jarring cheers which exploded through the hall and vibrated on the slippery white ice.

One point. 

They lost by one fucking point after being in the lead for the entire game. 

Huffing, he tossed the large hockey stick to the ground, reaching his gloved hands to the helmet on his head. His semi-long curls clung to his brow, dripping of glistening sweat. The salty droplets splashed on the frosty sheet of ice as Walter shook his head like a mad, wet dog.

“Fuck!” He swore again, this time his voice hitching louder, at least enough for his disappointed teammates to hear. Some of them had already begun skating away, tapping his padded shoulder in comfort while he stood there feeling like a complete idiot. 

His fierce gaze shot up to the crowd, finding her right in the front row. She was annoyingly beautiful as always, now even more than ever. 

Hand held over her mouth, smitten by defeat, she had her long-sleeved crop top riding high up her torso. The perfect shape of her body exposed, the smooth texture of her skin so inviting he could sense her scent on the tip of his nose all the way down at the rink. Not only was she a distraction to be dealt with throughout the entire game, cheering and calling his name like some slutty cheerleader brat, he also caught the greasy, older men staring at what was rightfully his.

It would have been hilarious if it wasn’t so tragic that the only reason Minneapolis’ PD Hockey Team lost the match to Saint Paul’s PD was that his wife was too distracting.

Curling his face in a heavy frown, Walter threw the helmet on the thick layer of frost that covered the ground and shouted one last time. 

“FUCK!!!” 

~*~

Dead silence engulfed them on the drive home, the energy inside Walter’s truck was tense and the air thicker than the fog outside. To say he was a ‘sore loser’ was the understatement of the century. Every match reduced him to one of the savages he hunted down. Ninety minutes of raw, masculine violence, its only catharsis being the sweet release of victory.

But there was no triumph tonight, and the fury and aggression were seething within him. 

Eyes fixed on the road, she kept her cool; yet her sweaty hands tightened around the steering wheel, sensing the way her husband peered at her. There was darkness in his azure eyes, and his lips stretched into a thin white line as he tried to fight the gurgling hunger that bubbled in his gut.

Looking at his little darling, all he could think of was her dancing in that skimpy outfit, shaking her tight ass and looking like the girls he arrested for charges of prostitution. For the entire match, he couldn’t concentrate. All he wanted to do was to rip that shirt off of her with his bare hands, break into her skin with his teeth, and teach her a lesson. 

His cock began to harden, and he shifted in his seat; he wanted to take what belonged to him, fill the little void inside her, and make it hurt.

Finally, they arrived home. She threw him a glance upon stilling the engine, her lips breaking into a little apologetic smile that he mistakenly associated with pity. Remaining stoic, Walter only blinked and said nothing as they walked out of the car. 

Blue flames burnt into her nape as he followed her down the path of their main entrance. Oddly enough, she could feel the heat of his glare and swallowed the dry lump in her throat. It began to feel as if they were both treading on thin ice and the surface was cracking under the pressure as Walter “chased” her down.

As she pushed the key into the lock, his massive form was suddenly attached to her back. The menacing hardness in his denim was pressing into her tail bone, alerting her of what awaited behind the door. She inhaled sharply, pausing her ministrations as her fingers felt too weak to complete a trivial task. 

Yet Walter was thrilled to assist, wrapping his fingers around her own and twisting them around the key.

The door flung open and he stepped back, allowing her to get inside before he tailed her. He liked to make her think she was off the hook before reeling her in.

Not bothering with the lock, he took a stride in and kicked the door shut with his foot. Lengthy and well-formed, his arm stretched forward and took hold of her long ponytail.

“Walter!!!” She yelped with surprise as the tug of his fingers around her hair stung her scalp. Ignoring her wailing, he held her against him and shoved her toward the kitchen with nothing but his fingers entangled through her hair.  

Too confused to understand his intention, she tried to fight free, but there was no besting a man like Walter - a trained former SWAT team officer who was as tall as a tree and broad as a mountain. His legs nearly entwined with hers, their feet colliding and kicking in-between as his free hand reached around to her torso and felt the warmth of her skin.

“You just had to provoke me all evening long, didn’t you?” He rasped at her hair, his thumb circling over her navel before his hand darted beneath her jeans and gathered at the heat of her mound. Anything but delicate, his fingers etched inside her, prodding possessively to make room for his cock. 

She wasn’t wet enough, not yet, but he wasn’t feeling very generous tonight anyway. Pushing her facedown over the counter, he forced both her jeans and panties down her thighs, merely enough to expose her swollen lips while he quickly shifted his hand to fumble with his belt. A gasp flew from her lips as the sharp clank of metal rattled behind her. Shivers ran up and down her spine and dangled in her ears like alarm bells. 

Fear and desire were two twisted sisters whispering torments in her mind, controlling the pace in which her heart raced. It prickled her skin with goosebumps as Walter’s erection grazed against the cleft of her ample behind.  

He took but a second to stare at her rear, his hand stroking down the smooth slope and squeezing with appreciation as he admired his beautiful wife. 

But fury quickly reemerged, reminding him how she swayed her ass during the match.   

Doing her the decency of not going in dry, he raised his hand and spat on his palm to smear the saliva across the sheer length of his bulging cock. His long fingers ran up and down, coating himself thoughtfully and groaning loudly as he stroked himself while peering at her anticipating folds. 

Without further delay, his fingers tightened around her hair and not holding back, he forced himself into her narrow slit.

His guttural shout thundered through the kitchen, burying her aching scream beneath the rumble of a beast. Dark euphoria quickly spread through his chest at the sensation of conquest. He was lost inside her, engulfed by heavenly warmth and by every squeeze and shudder of her overwhelmed cunt. She was home; he couldn’t linger, not for even a stolen second, urgent to unleash his rage. He was rid of any care and lost all restraints as he began slamming into her with a fervent, enraged rhythm.

“Walter,” she sobbed, trying to slow him down, her hands pushing aside sealed bags of pasta and spices that were left on the counter while her husband was adamant of punishing her dripping cunt. Puny yips sputtered from her mouth, and her breath kicked out with loud gasps. Every thrust pushed his thick shaft right into her cervix, and his heavy sac smacked onto her pussy with stinging speed, eliciting the most embarrassing wet slapping sounds that were merely backup for their barbaric grunts. 

Holding one hand tight on her hip and the other still fisting her hair, he railed her like he would a whore, hauling her back to counter every thrust. 

“Fucking, little brat!” He choked out, giving no care for her pleasure nor her pain. Increasing the pace, as he stared down at his wet cock slipping in and out of her below the rounded cheeks of her ass. 

His vigour was so much that her breath nearly failed her; yet despite the degradation and pain, she could feel the unmistakable stir inside her womb. 

“Wait!” She begged, feeling the plunge of his cock battling her growing tightness. 

“Shut up!” He growled, he didn’t care if she came, not this time. But as her cunt began shuddering around him he knew she would anyway. “Dirty slut, you like this, don’t you?” 

The lines were blurring, her body unable to divide pain from pleasure and the twisted excitement of being fucked so selfishly. Walter was a rough lover but never treated her like a cavity to be filled, and it set her off more than ever before. All she needed was a final push, so she crept her fingers to her clit.

Noticing her ministration, Walter frowned with fury and quickly replaced her hand with his, pressing and stroking her with spite. His hand tugged at her hair and pulled her flat against his rigid torso, huffing against her cheeks and growling loudly. 

“You want to come all over my cock?” He asked, but it was more of a command.

Tears flooded her cheeks, yet she nodded. With the swelling of his cock inside her and his sack thudding against the sensitive skin of her entrance, she came so astonishingly hard her legs quaked. 

Her howls were the most enchanting music, her orgasm so painful and pleasing at once. Walter felt the clench of her body as her tight little cunt suckled around his cock. He lifted her body with one hand around her waist, and shouted out her name, coating her walls with his thick cum.

Drenched with sweat and panting heavily, he remained sheathed within her. His cock was still spasming between her convulsing walls, while a long trail of his warm milk dripped along her inner thigh.

Letting go of her hair, his hand reached to squeeze and caress at her jaw affectionately, thumb drying up a single tear that rolled down her cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke breathlessly and nuzzled her hair. “Please forgive me; seeing you dressed like this made me lose it.”

She slumped back into the concrete wall of his chest, letting his pungent musk seep through her lungs as she took a deep breath. Her hand reached to clutch his wrist, fingers attempting unsuccessfully to wrap around it. Knowing her husband better than anyone else, she anticipated how he would react when she chose her attire before the game. 

“It’s okay, I won’t do it again,” she murmured and slipped his thumb into her mouth, gently suckling onto it, and already thinking about what she should wear to the next match that’ll bring the same reaction from him. 

#henry cavill #walter marshall #nomis #night hunter #walter marshall fanfiction #Walter Marshall x ofc #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill fanfiction #hockey!Walter Marshall #hockey!au #nomis fanfiction #night hunter fanfiction #tw: cnc

[diegos-butt]

Pillows and Blankets 🧸

Summary: Walter comes home after a long day, and all he needs is comfort.

Walter Marshall x Melody Williams (Curvy OFC)

Since I didn't mention her name, I guess you could read this as reader insert? I also didn't describe her body/appearance, but this is written with a curvy/plus size gal in mind.

Warnings: Flufffffffffffffff

Wordcount: 1.6k

A/N: Hi everyone! This is inspired by Electricity, a fic I wrote for my babies Walter & Melody. I don’t actually mention her name in this, so I guess you could see this as a reader insert, but I had her in mind. This can be read without reading Electricity, but you’re always welcome to check it out as well! Hope you enjoy. 😉

•••

It was long after dinner time. I had eaten the dinner I cooked over an hour ago and saved some leftovers for Walter, who still wasn’t home. I sat on the couch with a book, waiting for him to come home. We had been living together for two months now. After dating for 9 months, he had asked if I wanted to move in.

I smiled to myself, I remember that moment vividly. I had squealed from happiness and jumped in his arms. I remembered he had said “I’ll take that as a yes” and swirled me around.

Now, two months later, I had settled in. The best part of it? Having a life size teddy bear around. Many nights were spend cuddling on the couch, or in bed.

Except for the nights Walter had to work late of course. I knew beforehand he wasn’t working a 9 to 5 job, and that he would be working late some days. This was one of those days, well, more like weeks. He was working on a case they couldn’t crack. Last night he’d come home way past midnight and this morning he was gone before I had woken up. Just like the day before, and the day before that one.

I was dying to spend some time with him. Just to be with him, to see him. And I knew he needed the same. I could tell by the way he had wrapped himself around me last night when he had gotten into bed.

Looking at the clock, I was debating with myself whether I should go to bed or wait for him a little longer. The answer to that question became clear when I heard the front door opened. Heavy footsteps walked inside, and I heard a zipper being pulled down, indicating he was taking his coat off.

“Hey doll,” Walter said as he opened the door to the living room and sat down next to me on the couch. I welcomed him with a smile, and he pressed a kiss to my cheek. He kicked his shoes off and sighed. I opened my arms for him, and he placed his head on my chest while wrapping his arms around me.

“Have you eaten dinner?” I asked him and pressed a kiss on his curls.

He hummed in response, and I took it as a yes. They usually order take out on nights like these at the police station.

“You’re wearing my sweater again uh? You living in these doll?” he said while his hand caressed my waist.

“You know very well I am,” I chuckled, melting underneath his touch. “You should be concerned if you see me wearing something else.”

The small smile he had on his face faded, and he fell silent. He just laid on my chest, with his arms wrapped around me while I caressed his curls, my fingers slowly drawing patterns. I could tell he was tired, and he needed some comfort.

“Baby, why don’t you take a nice, warm shower?” I suggested. I knew he didn’t want to talk about the case, so I knew I had to take another approach of taking care of him.

“Only if you take it with me,” he grumbled back. I laughed, stroking his hair a few more times before I took his face in my hands.

“A very tempting offer, but another time, that is not what you need right now. Besides, you’re not exactly smelling like roses right now,” I said and looked into his tired eyes.

“Fine woman, but you will be sorry for saying that later.” He looked at me with a cocked eyebrow. Before he could say something else, I pressed my soft lips against his.

“Go take a shower, I have a surprise when you get back.” I gave him another quick kiss and motioned for him to stand up. He groaned, but he untangled himself from me and stood up.

“This better be a nice surprise,” he mumbled and cocked an eyebrow at me. I chuckled, and watched him as he walked out of the living room. I heard his heavy footsteps on the stairs. Utter seconds later I heard the showered being turned on. Time to get to work.

I knew what he needed was comfort. He needed something soft, safe, soothing. While he had come home, and we had our little conversation, an idea had sprung up in my head. I got up from the couch and grabbed all the blankets I could find. I had multiple laying around, to keep me warm for the times Walter wasn’t there.

Next, I collected all the pillows I could find. The throw pillows on the couch, but I also sneaked upstairs and grabbed the ones from our bed and the bed in the guest room. Once I got back downstairs, I grabbed a string of fairy lights from the cupboard. The batteries haven’t died yet, so they still worked. Thank god, ‘cause I have no idea where he, we, keep spare batteries.

After I had collected everything I needed, I dropped it all in front of the couch. Then I made my way to the dining table, and one by one I carried the dining chairs in front of the couch. Let’s assemble this blanket and pillow fort.

I silently thanked myself for convincing Walter to buy a nice, furry rug when I moved in. This meant I didn’t have to put much on the floor for it to be comfortable. Nevertheless, I laid down a blanket. Then I draped the largest blanket I had, over the chairs. I threw another one over the front, creating an opening. It was starting to look like a fort now.

I crawled inside and placed the pillows. Some against the couch, and some for us to lay on. This is starting to look cosy. The fairy lights laid beside me. I picked them up and wove them through the chairs.

The shower turned off, and I knew I needed to hurry. Quickly I crawled out of the fort and went to the kitchen. I grabbed two beers, and some snacks. Realizing there was nothing to put it on in the fort, I walked back and dragged a small side table inside the fort. Hurrying back to the kitchen, I grabbed the drinks and snacks, and placed them on the little table.

Suddenly, I heard Walter behind me, scraping his throat.

“What is this baby? What have you done to our living room?” His curls were still damp from the shower, and I could see little drops of water falling on his forehead. He was dressed in sweatpants, and a black t-shirt.

“The surprise,” I said. “Be a dear, and grab the laptop would you?” I gestured to the dining table, which he was the closest to. He obliged, but I didn’t miss the surprised look on his face.

“That doesn’t really answer my question,” he said, and I could see he was trying to suppress a smile.

“Don’t be so grumpy.” I gave him a smile. I turned around and crawled into the fort. He didn’t follow immediately, and I loudly sighed in fake annoyance.

“Come on, get in here!”

This time, he did follow my order and he crawled inside. He placed the laptop on the little table next to the drinks and snacks, and looked at me surprised.

“Open the laptop and go to Netflix to put on a show,” I ordered.

“Yes ma’am,” he muttered. “So bossy.” I nudged his side, but yet again, he followed my order, and quickly the sound of The Office filled the fort.

“Now, come here.” I made grabby hands towards him. I wanted him close to me, to hold him.

He chuckled and shook his head. Slowly he crawled closer to me, and he wanted to sit beside me.

“No, no.” I stopped him, “Tonight I’ll be the one cuddling you.” I spread my legs, making room for him to sit between them. He hesitated, but I pouted and continued making grabby hands. He gave in and sat between my legs. I wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him closer.

“Just let me hold you doll, I don’t want to squish you,” he said, and tried to turn around.

“I like it when you squish me,” I spoke softly and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

He sighed, but I felt his body relaxed. Finally, he melted in my arms, and I could feel the weight of his body pressed against mine. He felt warm, like my own space heater. I draped one of my hands across his chest, which he immediately took in his. My other hand stroked his curls. He let out a sigh, a happy one, one indicating he was finally letting go of bad thoughts and stress. He was finally relaxing a little bit.

He played with my fingers, pressing a kiss to each of them. We watched a few episodes in silence, and I could tell he was starting to fall asleep by the way his body relaxed more and more against mine. It made me happy, that I could be there for him the way he was there for me. Usually he would hold me after I had a rough day, or when I didn’t feel so good. He always knew what I needed, and I always wanted to do the same for him. Expect most times, he didn’t let me. Until know. It felt like our relationship was growing, and he was letting me in more and more. I pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, and snuggled him closer to me, as if that were possible.

“Thank you love,” he spoke softly.

“Anything for you,” I whispered back.

Before we both knew it, we had fallen asleep. Happy, and curled up in each other’s arms.

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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 8

Chapter 8: I Was So Much Younger Yesterday

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC

Word count: 3K

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

Chapter Summary: It’s time to celebrate Faye’s 16th birthday. Also, Walter works out a way for Kam to practice expressing her needs. 

Chapter warnings: crying, Daddy kink(if you don’t like this, turn back now because damn), slight dumbification kink, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, p in v sex, creampie, creampie tasting, the term ‘cumslut’ used lovingly

A/N: New Story Art! *cheering and applause* Now, it’s time to get to serious business. Um, I like Angie. And I wrote her like I see her. Also, this chapter gets quite kinky so heed those warnings, please. Un-beta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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Kamaria’s POV

Three Months Later

“...Happy Birthday dear Faye, Happy Birthday to You!”

We all cheer as Faye blows out her sixteen candles. Her parents stand by and film their child celebrating with her friends. Angie starts to cut the cake and gives Walter slices to hand out. They work so well together. You’d never know they went through such a rough separation.

Sweet Faye with her curls and her chubby cheeks, looking for all the world like the baby she was. Her purple cocktail dress matches the flower in her hair that I helped her with. 

It was nice to feel like a part of the team, working with Walter and Angie on organizing the party for Faye. But, let’s face it, it was mostly me and Angie doing the planning and Walter nodding along. Angie and I got along well enough, I think she just appreciated that I cared about Faye and that meant more than anything.

Angie says goodbye to the last guests leaving while I finish tidying up Faye’s gift haul. She dozes on the couch curled up on Walter who is snoozing as well. Angie moves a blanket over both of them and comes to help me clear away dishes and any lingering trash.

“I have to thank you for helping out with Faye earlier. She’s in that stage where everything I say is just not ‘cool’ enough,” Angie wipes her hands on a dish towel and looks from Faye’s sleeping form to me, “I remember this time in my life where my little girl valued my opinion above all else. And now it’s like she chooses the exact opposite of what I suggest.”

“Don’t worry. She’ll realize one day that she is so lucky to have a mother who actually wanted her,” I squeeze my eyes closed, deciding to open this old wound, “My mom never wanted to be a mother and she made that abundantly clear by leaving me and my Dad when I was a kid. He was never emotionally available so I had some interesting times in life, to say the least. But, just know that I’m sure she’ll come around. It may be in a year or two, but for now, you have a Daddy’s girl on your hands.” I laugh, trying to lighten the mood. 

I don’t notice Angie coming to my side until she puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder. Having a loving mother next to me offering me comfort is suddenly too much to handle and my eyes start to blur from unshed tears. I begin to protest my emotional reaction but then Angie speaks.

“It doesn’t make you weak to cry when you’re upset.” 

Her hushed words are like a soothing balm on a decades-old burn. One shaky breath is all I take before the tears are streaming down my face. Angie’s face crumbles as well and she wraps her arms around me. I realize that it has been a long time since I’ve had a “Mom hug” and I cling to that warmth as I quietly weep. 

When my sobs turn into sniffles, Angie rubs my back in calming circles. We separate and she cups my cheek in a display of affection. I nod and smile in appreciation before taking a deep breath to collect myself.

Walter and Faye pick this moment to finally wake up. Thank goodness for small favors, they missed my little moment. I wipe my eyes and face quickly before smiling at my boyfriend and his daughter. While Faye is none the wiser, I can see the gears working behind Walter’s eyes. He can always see right through me, but he won’t make his suspicions known until we’re alone. Something I truly love about him, he is not a scene-maker.

I walk over to Faye and give her a big hug before sitting down next to Walter and holding his hand. “How did we do on your big day, sweetheart? I’ll take you falling asleep as you had quite a time.”

“It was perfect. It was everything I wanted. Thanks, Mom and Dad. Thank you, Kam.” The grin never left her sweet face. It is all worth it to see her happiness. 

“You’re welcome, love,” Walter cupped Faye’s face and she beamed back at him. Truly a Daddy’s girl.

“Alright, birthday girl. You are welcome to stay up as long as you like. Just for tonight, that is,” Angie walks over to us and kisses the top of Faye’s head before smiling at Walter and me, “I am going to bed. Thank you both for your help today. Goodnight.” She pats my shoulder before heading upstairs.

If Walter notices our non-verbal exchange, he doesn’t mention it.

“Alright, girlfriend. Who was that adorable kid with the curls? He was cute.” I can’t help but make Faye blush and make Walter roll his eyes. It’s like my talent. 

“That was Albert. He’s in my English class. He likes Federico García Lorca and Mission: Impossible movies. That’s all I needed to know.”

“Which means he either knows enough to seem intelligent or enough to actually be intelligent,” I smile and yawn before stretching.

“On that note, I think it’s time for us to get home and for you to get to bed.” Walter ends the conversation without adding his two cents about this Albert kid. Faye gets the hint and follows suit.

“Yeah, I’m tired anyway. Thanks again, you guys.” Faye yawns sympathetically.

Walter and I leave after hugs and final birthday wishes. On the car ride back to his place, Walter decides to bring up his worries. 

“So, did something happen while Faye and I were out?” He broaches the topic carefully.

“Angie was feeling a bit left out of her daughter’s life. I simply told her that she has a Daddy’s girl on her hands.” I smile at the side of Walter’s face and look back at the road.

Walter surprises me by pulling the car over and turning to face me. “You want to try that again, Princess?” The pet name is enough to put my brain in gear and answer fully.

“I told Angie about how my Mom never wanted me. And then I cried. A lot.” I hated how he was so good at getting me to say what I didn’t want to say. But I had to respect his abilities.

“Why do I always have to work so hard at getting the truth out of you, Princess?” He reaches over to hold my chin between his thumb and forefinger, “You’ll work on that tonight, do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy. I understand.” Suddenly out of breath, I slip into subspace with ease.

Walter’s POV

I love this woman, I do. But there is nothing harder than getting her to face her emotions. Getting her to tell me when she’s dealing with sadness or anxiety is like pulling teeth. I have literally been in the line of fire before. But getting her to admit when she has cried is harder than any S.W.A.T. mission I have ever been on.

We get back to my place and after her shower, I instruct her to stay undressed. I have her sit on the bed against the headboard. While I undress, I deny her the ability to touch herself. I watch her squirm while I slowly remove my last piece of clothing.

My dick throbs between my legs as I lock eyes with her. She licks her lips and fights the urge to reach out and touch. I settle on her punishment and a little piece of me actually feels sorry for her. This one might wreck her.

“Since it’s so hard for you to be honest about your feelings, we’re going to work on that tonight. You have to express when you have needs. All you have to do is tell me what you need when you need it. You must use your words, Princess. Is that clear?” I cross my arms and look down at her.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” I smile as the praise washes over her, “How do you feel about restraints, baby?”

She shifts on the bed a bit and plays with her hands. “I like being restrained.”

“Good,” I reach into my nightstand and pull out a silk sash before beckoning her to sit at the edge of the bed, “Put your hands together for me, palm to palm,” She does as she’s told and I tie her hands together. “How does that feel? Not too tight?”

“Feels fine,” She scrunches up her nose and looks up at me, “I won’t be able to touch you, though.”

“Yeah. That’s kind of the point, Princess,” I push lightly on her shoulder so she lays down flat and her hands stretch above her head, “Just lie back and let me work. And you tell me when you need more or less, alright?”

She nods and I raise my eyebrows. “Yes, I’ll tell you what I need.”

“Good girl.” I lean down and capture her lips in my own. I poke at the seam of her mouth until she lets me enter. I lick into her mouth, tasting and sucking on her tongue. Moving my kisses to her jaw then to her neck, I suck and bite at her sweet spot until she lets out that precious little moan of hers.

Trailing my tongue across her clavicle, I kiss down her chest and lavish attention on her breasts. These perfect fucking tits I love so much. I kiss both nipples and knead the soft flesh but don’t go any further until I hear a whine. “Use your words, Princess. What do you need?”

“Your tongue…can you suck on my nipples, please?” Her breathing speeds up.

“That’s my good girl.” I swirl my tongue around one nipple while running my thumb over the other. I suck the pebbled peak into my mouth and tease it with my tongue. Suckling at her for a few moments more, I switch to the other side to give just as much attention. I feel her thighs rubbing together in search of friction, so I kiss down her soft belly, stopping to nip at her hips. 

Pulling her legs apart, I can finally see my prize. I want to dive right in, but this is an exercise to have Kamaria tell me what she needs so instead I kiss at her inner thighs for far longer than I normally would have to prove a point.

“Daddy, please eat my pussy.” She pleads, moving her hips closer to my face. Such a good girl for me, and I tell her as much before I kiss her mound and then slide my tongue up and down her wet slit.

“Fuck! You taste amazing, Princess.” My hands grip her thighs tight before I begin to lap at her like a man starved. Her sweet nectar is more than enough to satisfy me and I want to drink her in and never look back. Her whimpers only make me work that much harder. Sucking on her clit, I let my tongue dance against the swollen bud and am rewarded with a squeal. 

“Need your fingers, please.” Such a polite little thing, isn’t she?

“Yes, baby.” I reward her good manners with two fingers straightaway. She’s soaked and they slide in easily. We both groan and I massage that inner bundle of nerves before returning my attention to her clit. I flick my tongue on her button before working my fingers in and out of her core.

“Just like that, don’t stop!” Her words go straight to my dick and I curve my fingers. Before long, I can feel her channel clamp down on my fingers but I keep working at her as her juices coat my hand.

“Too much, too sensitive!” She cries, her body shaking under me. I lift off her clit and still my fingers before licking them clean and wiping them on the comforter.

“You did so good, Princess,” I kiss up her body and nibble at her neck, “But I’m not done with you yet, baby.” I get up from my spot between her legs and move her to the center of the bed. Maneuvering her on her side, I slide up behind her and lift her leg. I enter her swiftly and we moan in tandem.

I pull back out until just the tip is inside then I slam back in. Gripping her hip, I start a punishing pace inside her walls. The way her cunt squeezes me is like paradise. She was made to take my dick. I was made to claim her pussy.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” All she can utter is a string of curses and I feel triumphant that I fucked language right out of her brain.

“That’s right, Princess. Let this dick fuck you stupid, baby,” No sooner do I finish that sentence do I feel her walls flutter around me, “Oh does my baby like being fucked dumb on Daddy’s dick?” The answering whine tells me all I need to know. Adding ‘dumbification’ to the list of kinks my baby girl has.

Pulling out and moving Kam onto her back, I get to my knees and push her legs open, Entering her again, I reach up and hold her bound hands in one fist. From this angle, I can slam into her and stimulate her clit at the same time.

“Need to…touch you. Please…Daddy?” Her words are punctuated by thrusts, the look of yearning in her eyes.

I pull the knot free on the sash. Her hands immediately go to my hair to tug me down for a kiss. I can taste her desire and hunger for closeness. I growl into her mouth and she whimpers back. Her legs wrap around my waist and pull me in deeper. We pull apart from the kiss and rest our foreheads together.

“Tell me what you need, baby girl.” At this point, I am panting. So close to release. I just need to hear her say she needs it.

“Look at me while you cum inside me, Daddy,” This little brat actually smiles up at me as she shatters me.

“Fuck!” The dam breaks and my hold on reality fucks all the way off. My eyes search hers while I empty my balls into her waiting cunt. I keep stroking inside her and the sensation is heightened once I feel her come around me. She could gonna be the death of me, and I’d love every minute of it.

I lean down and slot our mouths together as I pull out. I swallow her whimper at the feeling of emptiness before I look down to see her thoroughly ruined snatch. My cum still leaks out and I can’t help but feel proud to see her so full. I smile down at her before getting up from the bed.

I clean up a bit in the bathroom before fetching a damp washcloth. Entering the room again, I find Kam lazily playing with herself. “Enjoying yourself, Princess?” I reach down and clean her gently.

“I love how sensitive I am right now. It feels so good.” Her eyes roll back in her head as my hand moves over her folds.

“Do you think you can give me one more orgasm, Princess?” I know I might be pushing it, but seeing her so aroused is making it worth asking.

“Yes, please, Daddy. I wanna cum again for you.” 

That was all I needed to hear before I’m between her legs again. I lean down to lap at her slit. Tasting my spend and her juices mixed together is heavenly. Can’t believe I’ve never done this before. By the surprised moans coming from Kam, I’d say she was enjoying this as well. 

After making out with her pussy for a while, my fingers find their way inside her tight wet heat. Curving my fingers as I move them in and out, I’m rewarded soon after with a strangled moan and her walls fluttering around my fingers. I wait until the convulsing stops to remove my fingers. A dirty thought enters my head and I run with it.

“Open your mouth, Princess,” As she follows direction, I lock eyes with her as I put my slick-coated fingers in her mouth until they disappear, “Such a good girl for me. Sucking our cum off my fingers like the hungry little cumslut you are.”

She moans around my fingers and if I didn’t literally just cum a liter, I’d be balls-deep in her again. When I remove my fingers from her mouth, she actually whines in protest. I can’t help but kiss that adorable pout before grabbing the washcloth again to wipe away the evidence of her arousal.

I throw the cloth in the hamper and lay down next to my love. I check her wrists to make sure the sash didn’t dig in too deep before kissing her forehead. “How’s my baby feeling?”

“I feel amazing. Spectacular,” She stretches and cuddles into my chest as I wrap an arm around her, “I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“I’m right there with you. I probably fried a few brain cells but it was so worth it,” I hold her chin and bring her gaze up, “I’m also proud of you for saying what you needed. Now, we just have to get you to do that out of the bedroom.”

“Practice makes perfect, right?” There’s my little brat.

“Cheeky. But not wrong. We’ll work on it together, yeah?” I say, pulling the comforter over both of us as Kam’s eyes start to close, “Love you, Princess.”

“Mhm,” Her short answer lets me know that she is absolutely fucked out and I’m chuffed, “Love you, Daddy.”

Her fingers work their way through my chest hair, something I’ve noticed as a comfort activity for her. If I was a cat, I’d be purring every time she does it. But if she ever found out how much I liked it, she’d probably use it against me somehow. Little minx.

I listen as her breathing evens out and I’m not far behind. I can safely say today was a good day. Nothing can ruin this feeling.

Can it?

Chapter 9

A/N: Ehehehe, that ending sounded menacing at all, did it…? Well, anyway. This chapter’s song was “Starving” by Hailee Steinfeld & Grey. “Starving” is about a relationship that’s getting more adventurous in and outside of the bedroom. I really enjoy writing in Walter’s POV, especially the kinky stuff. Hopefully, you enjoyed it too. 

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What Are You Doing, StepBro?

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader

Summary: You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader

Summary: Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Reader

Summary: Napoleon wines and dines.

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director's Cut] {DARKER FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader

Summary: A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Happy Birthday, Cupcake

Rating: General

Pairing: Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Treat Me Like A Slut

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Summary: August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Don't Take Your Eyes Off It

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader 

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!

Fifteen Minutes

Character: Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Pairing: Syverson x Reader 

Rating: Mature

Summary: When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Pretty As A Picture

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Something Old, Something New

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader

Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Oxytocin

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC

Summary: At a New Year's Eve party, Ransom Drysdale's life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.

My Little Strawberry

Pairing: Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Rating: Mature

Summary: A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach. 

Doing Something Unholy

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader

Summary: This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Praise You

Rating: General, pure fluff

Pairing: Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Shape-Up

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Cpt Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Summary: Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Follow-up to Shape-Up: My Little Strawberry

The Paganini Problem

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader

Summary: Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Power Play: After Hours

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader

Summary: What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

No Good Deeds

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Executive Temptation

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

Walter Marshall - Hobbies

Lloyd Hansen - Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep

Lloyd Hansen - What happens when reader starts dressing to match lloyd?

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Steve Rogers (Avengers films)

Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Nick Gant (PUSH)

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR CHRIS

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Charles Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Max (Sharper)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Lee Bodecker (The Devill All The Time)

Chris (Destroyer)

Justin Capshaw (Law & Order)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR SEBASTIAN

Let me know if you wanna be added and for what plz, so far only these categories 😁 Let me know if you ever want to be removed!

General Fanfiction (Everything)

Henry Character Fanfiction

Chris Character Fanfiction

August Walker

Bright Like The Moon

Love, Napoleon!

Daddy Knows Best

Don't Take My Sunshine Away

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest

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[imnotwolverine]

Wolfie’s Fic Recs | Anguish and Angst

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

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

Break-ups & Heartbreak

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

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

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

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

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Unrequited Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Nightmares & PTSD

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

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

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

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

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

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

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It’s a Hard Knock Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Depression & Body Consciousness 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Corruption & Death

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Need a little lift-me-up after all these tear jerkers? Short Sweets is a fic rec list with a bunch of completely innocent and utterly lovely fics which will keep the bad dreams at bay ❤️

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If you have any good recommendations that fit in this list, please add in the comments or reblog! 

( Fan art by me 😊)

#Wolfie's Fic Recs #angst #henry cavill fanfiction #clark kent #Henry Cavill fandom #august walker #Walter Marshall #geralt of rivia #grief #anxiety #depression

[sillyrabbit81]

The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood

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

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part One Summary: After her parents death, Lori is back at the club she grew up in and finds herself being sent away with an attractive but completely unknown biker.

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

Word Count: Approx. 3.3k

Warnings:

Series Warnings:

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

Part One Warnings:

Mention of death, drug use, violence, body fluids, slight angst, blink and you'll miss it implication of smut.

Authors Note: I've been working on this story for about nine months, maybe more? I keep thinking I'm going to forget about it, but it keeps worming its way back into my brain and the only way to purge it is to write it and post it, so I woke up this morning and decided fuck it, post it.

I have a heap of people to thank for discussing the story with me and for beta reading. Because it's been such a long process, if I have forgotten you, I sincerely apologise. So thanks a million to @amberangel112 @henryobsessed @littlefreya @nashibirne

I hope you enjoy it!

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.

Masterlist

Parts Masterlist

Part Two

Lori

When I noticed the gathering started winding down and some of the out of state clubs began to leave, I was able to breathe a little easier for the first time in two weeks.

Although I thought it unlikely that the uneasy truce of a wake would be disturbed by anything more than a punch up, I still worried about it and the subsequent attention of the media and the cops. I had hopes that my face wouldn't be plastered all over the news, but it seemed a little unlikely given the scrutiny that the funeral had been under. I was under no illusions that my brother would escape unscathed.

Thinking of my brother made me glance at Nate. 

I sighed; It was a good thing the media weren’t here now, and the cops were too chicken shit to try and breach the walls of the compound.

With a rolled-up $50 note up his nose and two women hanging off him, Nate was the epitome of the biker stereotype. His dirty blonde hair hung to his shoulders, his face was hardened and scarred, making him seem older than his thirty years, as did the tattooed cursive on his forehead just beneath his hairline. 

Nate took his hit, throwing his head back and wiping at his nose. He grinned as he sniffed and handed the note to one of the girls. I could hear his snort across the room and above the thrumming beat of the dance music; his nostrils must be fucked. 

From what I knew, he’d been like this for days, and although normally he tried to hide the extent of his drug habit from me, the fact he was openly high and allowing one of the girls to rub his crotch showed how far gone he was.

I’d like to think his behaviour was a one off, that it was his way of dealing with Mum and Dad's death. But I doubted it.

So much had changed since I last spent any time at the clubhouse to the point where it was almost unrecognisable. The common room used to be homey despite being in an industrial building; carpeted with soft sofas, plush rugs and sturdy wooden coffee tables. Now it was like a nightclub, complete with stripper poles, black and red leather sofas, smoky glass topped tables, and neon lights.

I hated it.

Crossing my legs, I started to get angry. I used to love coming here when Dad was President, seeing all my uncles and their families. Even memories of the sweets and sodas the guys used to sneak me behind my mother’s back wasn’t enough to calm my mood. Thoughts of the last few times I was here were too vivid. Seeing what my father and brother had become and the way my uncles had stopped seeing me as a little girl made me stop coming here about five years ago. It was also about the time Mum had finally decided to divorce Dad.

I’d had enough, seen enough. Nate didn’t even appear to be on planet earth anymore; he won’t notice if I slip out. I’ll just go home, have a long bath, maybe call Jake and invite him over.

As stealthily as I could, I got my bag and nearly made it to the small cut out of the closed roller door when a Prospect laid a hand roughly on my wrist. His fingers dug into my skin painfully and he pulled my arm with a short jerk, bringing me closer, until my body bumped into his.

“Hooks wants a word,” he said, all smug and grinning as if this idiot knew what Nate would want with me. 

I didn’t know him, but I knew a million like him, and he thinks he knows me. He thinks I’m just another girl, one of the desperate groupies who hang around hoping to tame a wild biker or use them for drugs or clout. He obviously didn’t know Nate was my brother, or he’d never lay a hand on me.

Looking down at my wrist, I smirked before raising my eyes, letting as much of my anger seep through as I dared. I may have been out of the life for years, but I still knew how to play the game.

“I suggest you remove your hand, Prospect before…”

I didn’t get to finish my warning as a fist smashed into the boy’s face. His nose made a sickening crunch followed by a crimson spray of blood which splattered on the floor barely missing my heels.

The fist belonged to Hustle who was grinning like a Cheshire cat at the chance to expel some pent up aggression. He was Nate’s Sergeant at Arms, his enforcer, and my father’s before that. He loved a bit of a fight, but he wasn’t crazy, his violence was usually held on a tight leash.

“Fuck off, pup,” he growled. His eyes danced, obviously not 100% sober, but it was alcohol rather than drugs that Hustle preferred.

The Prospect held his nose and his tongue, but the fiery hatred that burned in his eyes couldn’t be hidden.

“Hooks wants her,” he managed to say, spitting blood onto the concrete floor.

“I’ll take her to her brother,” Hustle said, amused at the way the Prospect's face went white and his eyes widened. Hustle chuckled as the Prospect mumbled apologies to me and scampered away.

“Think he’ll make it?” I asked Hustle when he turned back to me. 

Hustle shrugged, it wasn’t really his decision to make but being a senior member of the club, his opinion had weight. 

“Takes a punch like a champ, that’s a good sign.” Then he smiled at me, “You alright, Babycakes?”

I mirrored his smile, I couldn’t help it; until two weeks ago no one had called me Babycakes in years. I had almost forgotten the nickname until I was suddenly and violently thrust back into this world. 

The name had been bestowed on me when I was a kid. I had complained bitterly that everyone else I knew had a cool nickname and I wanted one too. I can’t remember who first called me that, it was probably Hustle himself. He was one of the few guys in the club I still trusted, he never made a pass at me as I grew into a woman, and that had meant a lot to me at the time. It still did.

“Yeah, I’m good. What does Nate want?”

“Dunno,” Hustle lied smoothly.

I rolled my eyes at him, and he shrugged again. He’d defend me against anyone, but his loyalty was to the club before anything and anyone else, including me. 

“C’mon,” he said, putting a soft hand on my upper back and guiding me gently but firmly to my father’s old office.

The room was one thing that Nate hadn’t changed in the years since he’d slowly taken over Dad’s empire. The office was still clad in rich wood panelling, painted blood red, with black accents. Various memorabilia filled the room including a large fresco of the club’s Colours which drew the eye to the wall behind my father’s dark timbre desk. I remember when Dad commissioned it, he had been so proud to show it off.

Nate was standing near the desk, talking to another biker I’d never met before. I didn’t remember seeing him at the funeral, but there were a lot of out of towners there. 

He was good looking enough, with close cropped hair, a scruffy dark brown beard and bright blue eyes that seemed intelligent but still had that familiar aura of danger that I used to think all men possessed. Physically broad and well built, he didn’t strike me as a guy who indulged in vices the way Nate and most of his club did. He seemed fit, if a little soft around the edges; he had the body of a strong man rather than a bodybuilder. His thick arms were visible below the sleeves of his black t-shirt, revealing black and grey tattoos of engines, flames, smoke and skulls. Memento Mori was written in cursive across his throat, though it was partially hidden by his beard. My Brother’s Keeper was etched along one forearm and Never Alone across the other, both in the same elaborate script and gaudy silver and gold rings encircled nearly all his fingers. He would make an imposing figure to anyone who hadn’t grown up with men like him.

His jacket was hanging on the back of one of the chairs in front of my father’s desk. I couldn’t place the colours, except of course for the 1% patch. He had to be from out of state, I knew all the clubs in Nevada, but I had never heard of The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood and the large wolf’s head howling at the moon was too recognisable for me to have forgotten a patch like that.

Out of Town nodded towards me as I entered the room. I thought I saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes; maybe he had been at the funeral after all. He seemed polite and business-like on the surface, but his eyes studied me intently, lingering briefly on my breasts. 

To be fair though, his gaze was practically that of a gentleman’s in this world so I let it slide and nodded back to him before lazily flopping on one of the leather sofas, hoping my casualness would hide my apprehension.

“What do you want, Nate?” I asked, hoping I sounded terse rather than worried.

“I need to talk to you about some things,” he said, sounding surprisingly level-headed considering the copious amounts of drugs he’s been taking. The words ‘functional addict’ crossed my mind. 

“I’ve been here all day, hell, I’ve been around for nearly two weeks. You’ve had all that time to talk to me, now I’m tired and I want to go home. Can’t we talk about it tomorrow?”

“The contact only just got finalised,” he explained.

“A contract?” I shook my head. “No. You know I don’t want to know anything about—”

“This contract is about you,” Nate interrupted.

I blinked and looked from Nate to Out of Town to Hustle and back to Nate. “Excuse me?”

“For your protection,” Nate added.

“I’m not in the life, I don’t—”

“Neither was your mum, Babycakes,” Hustle said softly.

I felt a sudden chill at Hustle’s words. I could believe that in my brother’s drug-addled state he was being overprotective, or plain paranoid, but Hustle wasn’t prone to exaggeration. 

Hustle had loved Mum and not in a way that was disrespectful. He seemed to admire her, respecting her fidelity and steadfastness. There weren’t a lot of women like Mum in the circle’s Hustle ran in. Most women wanted to play the bad boy game, they liked the danger of a biker, the excitement of an untameable man. Love was rarely long term, and Hustle knew that as well as anyone after three failed marriages. 

It wasn’t just the women who didn’t stick around, most of the men couldn’t keep their cocks in their pants. Even Dad had been known to screw around on occasion while he was still married to Mum. It was the life and it was another reason I avoided it.

“You said she was collateral damage, you said she wasn’t a target,” I said to Hustle, unable to keep the accusation of dishonesty from my tone.

“New information has come to light,” Nate responded and I turned my ire towards him with a glower. He raised a finger at me and continued, “Specific threats against all our families. Most of the guys have already moved their women and kids out of state, and since I don’t have a woman or kids, the threat is on the last of my family. You.”

I knew where this was going now. The past two weeks had been intense and not just because of my parents death. Everywhere I went I needed permission from Nate and if he did let me leave, it was with Hustle or one of the other senior club members. I thought it was because of the cops or media attention. 

“Fuck.” I dropped my head into my hands. 

It’s not the first time I’ve had to leave the state. Hell, once a few years ago, Mum and I had to go to Canada and stay with a friendly club up there for three months. Anger boiled in me, I thought I was out, free from this shit. I should have known better, no one ever truly leaves the life. 

“How long?” I asked.

“Until the threat is eliminated,” Nate said matter of factly. I could have smacked him.

“Fucking hell!”

“I’m sorry, Lori.” 

I looked up at Nate. He never apologised and although it seemed genuine, it didn’t diminish my anger. He obviously felt guilty about something and I wondered how much to blame he was for what was going on; how badly he had fucked up? However, the appearance of regret in Nate’s eyes was fleeting, and he became cold and business-like again. 

“This is Syverson,” Nate pointed to Out of Towner, “His club specialises in protection. You’ll be going with him to their clubhouse just outside of Dallas and waiting it out with them.”

“Texas? Across half the fucking country? Come on, Nate, really? I thought you meant New Mexico or California.”

“It’s where I live,” Syverson finally spoke up. 

His voice surprised me. He was a southerner and his drawl was subtle but it was there, and his tone was soothingly deep. 

“We take long term protection cases back to the clubhouse. It’s secure and well fortified and more guys to share the load,” Syverson smiled at me. I suppose he meant for it to be reassuring, but it came across as patronising.

“You’ll leave tonight,” Nate said. “All the clubs leaving is good cover; no one will notice another biker and his old lady heading out.”

“Wait, we’re going on his bike? To Dallas? That’ll take a week!” My thighs and hips groaned at the prospect. That’s a long time on a bike and I haven’t ridden that far in years.

“Three days, if we make some headway tonight,” Syverson said and like a mind reader he added, “We’ll stop plenty to stretch your legs, sugar.” 

I raised my eyebrows at ‘sugar’, but Nate didn’t blink. Hustle gave him some side-eye that Syverson caught but ignored. That was interesting. Despite never hearing of him before, for Hustle to let it go meant this guy, or his club, or both, had some serious clout.

Looking at the three men I could see no way out of this; my shoulders slumped and I gave up. My parents were dead, my brother was a criminal and a drug addict, and I was being pulled back into a world I thought I had left behind. I wanted to cry, but I knew I couldn’t show any sign of weakness, so I stayed angry instead. I figured it would be better to give in and go with Syverson and try to worm my way home later. I knew Nate well enough that if I tried to fight him he wouldn’t be above handcuffing me to Syverson and basically allowing him to kidnap me.

I looked again at Syverson. He stared back at me, not trying to stare me down like a lot of bikers do, but as if he were trying to show me he had nothing to hide. His eyes didn’t waver as they held mine, no sign of shifty glances, no sign that he wasn’t who he appeared to be. He was either trustworthy or an extremely good actor. Not even my brother could look at me like that.

“I’ll have to go home, pack and change,” I said, waving a hand over my black dress. There was no way I could get on a bike in my tight pencil skirt and maintain any dignity. “You’ll let me do that, right?”

Nate grinned and nodded. “Hustle will drive you home in the van, Syverson will follow, get you packed and then you’ll leave tonight.”

Gritting my teeth I dipped my head to Nate. He returned the gesture and I saw again the brief look of guilt in his eyes. I glanced at Hustle, but he was already walking out the door.

I followed Hustle and Syverson through the clubhouse and got into the van, barely registering what was going on. I had too many thoughts in my mind and I was already mentally making a list of what to pack. I knew I’d have to pack light, bikes weren’t exactly ideal for hauling luggage.

I clenched my fists in frustration as Hustle drove out of the compound. Three days on a bike, plus God only knows how long I was supposed to be at the clubhouse. There was no way I’d have enough space for all the clothes and other things I would normally take like books, my laptop and my hair straightener.

I sighed heavily and looked out the window. It was already dark and I was a little hungry, but my anger and nervousness masked most of the pangs I felt in my belly.

“It's going to be okay, Babycakes,” Hustle said, confidently “The Club’s been through shit like this before and we’ve come good.”

“Back when you had Dad,” I pointed out, “He always had a cool head for situations like this.”

“Hook’s is up to it.”

“Yeah? Think he’ll lay off the coke long enough to think rationally? It was probably something dumb he did to get the Club in the shit in the first place.”

“Babycakes,” Hustle said with a warning tone in his voice.

“Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me he didn’t fuck with the wrong guy or get too greedy. Tell me exactly why I’m being shipped off?”

“You know I can’t tell you that.”

“Of course not. I’m just a fucking mushroom y’all keep in the dark and feed me shit.”

Hustle chuckled and I stared daggers at him, crossing my arms and raising my eyebrows.

“You’re cute when you get angry, Babycakes.”

“Fuck you,” I growled, but my lips twitched and I had to suppress a grin, Hustle was just too damn likeable.

I stared out the window again and saw in the side mirror that a single headlight was following us. It must be my ride.

“What do you know about him?” I tilted my head towards Syverson riding behind us. “Do you know anything about him?”

“Supposedly ex-military, but that's just a rumour. They're all supposedly ex-something, but…” Hustle shrugged.

“No one knows?”

Hustle shook his head.

“Do you know anything about the club, The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood? I’ve never heard of them.”

“Not much, except that they’re small, selective and secretive. They’ve got a good reputation, powerful despite their size, specialising in protection and a few other things.”

I nodded slowly. It didn’t make sense to me that a small nonaffiliated club from halfway across the country would take me in. Always before when I was sent away, it had been to a branch of my fathers club, or one they were heavily associated with. It must be costing Nate a fortune for the club to work with him.

“It’s bad isn’t it, Hustle?” I asked softly, feeling a small spike of fear working its way into my gut.

“Just do what they tell you to and you'll be fine, Babycakes.” Hustle laid a gentle hand on my knee and gave me a fatherly pat before putting his hand back on the wheel. “They’ll take good care of you. They’re to be trusted.”

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Alternate Instincts Ch.5

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 787 (sorry for shortness)

Warnings: Uhhhhh *vague I dunno sounds*

The house was quiet and dark, everyone having gone to bed. Stephanie was laying on the couch, politely declining the offers the others made for her to take their bed while they slept on the floor. Jordan wasn’t going to kick the door down of a cabin filled with Alpha wolves (and one Beta, as Mike had let her know), so she was good where she was. She looked up from her phone briefly as a figure moved past the couch into the kitchen. She heard the fridge open then close and they came back through, stopping behind the couch.

“What?” She asked, looking up briefly again at August standing there, a bottle of water in his hand. “Being kinda creepy right now, my guy.”

“You need to leave.”

“Tried that.” She said, resuming her doomscrolling. “Sy is kind of adamant that I not leave, as I’m his, Geralt’s, and apparently Mike’s Mate. They would rather I not die a horrible death, and I’m not too keen on the idea either, actually.”

“All three of them?”

“That’s what they told me.” She said and there was a pause.

“Sure got them pussy whipped, don’t you.” He said and she looked up at him slowly.

“Fuckin’ pardon?” She asked, “I actually haven’t had sex with any of them. So, you know--” She flipped him off with her free hand. “Fuck you.”

“Classy.”

“I’m just matching your energy, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Asshole.” She said and while he didn’t say anything, he didn’t leave either, and the weight of his eyes was starting to make the skin between her shoulders itch. Hauling herself off the couch, she put her phone in the pocket of the flannel sleep pants Mike loaned her. Sy and Walter had gotten her things from the campsite, Jordan’s were already gone, but it was colder than had been forecasted so the shorts she had packed weren’t going to cut it.

“Where are you going?”

“You care now?” She asked, and went to the front door, flipping back the locks and heading outside. The night air was cool, filling her lungs as she breathed in deep. She needed to call her boss, let her know what was going on. Heather was a wolf, too, and it made sense now why Jordan always avoided meeting her. She probably would have known right away that he was a Feral and contacted the Pack Council.

A deep growling filtered through the night air and she looked over, seeing the massive black wolf walk slowly out of the shadows from the back of the house. Glacial blue eyes glowed at her through the darkness, lips curling back away from sharp canines.

Don’t move. Don’t run. Run and you’re prey. Keep looking at them, maintain eye contact.

It kept advancing on her and she wanted to look around for a stick, or something, but that would require her looking away. It stopped in front of her, ears pinned back, still growling. A self-superior look passed through those eyes. Wait.

“No.” She said, holding his nose and the growling stopped, ears perking up in surprise. “Really? This is how you try to throw your dick around? Fuck off.” She pushed his muzzle away and he pressed in closer to her, sniffing around her, making her lean back a little. “August…” He shifted back, the sight of his limbs contorting and body reforming making her stomach turn a little. “And you’re naked.” The plain, somewhat boring, shirts he wore hid how absolutely massive he was in musculature, his shoulders broad, his chest and stomach that was covered in a layer of dark hair defined but not overly so, making him look strong, not dehydrated. Only Geralt was bigger, and not by much. She didn’t let her eyes go any further south than his belly button before she turned them back up at him, the look in his eyes making her swallow heavily.

“Motherfucker.” He hauled her against him and almost off her feet with an arm around her waist, weaving his fingers in her hair, his lips crashing down on hers hard. The cut on her lip from earlier reopened making her wince, but he didn’t seem to notice. His mustache rasped over her upper lip, the force of his kiss making her toes curl and she found herself responding to him as the image of his wolf flashed over her mind, the phantom feeling of fur sliding over her skin making her shiver. “Goddamnit.” He growled as he broke the kiss. “You’re not leaving.”

“But you--”

“You’re not going anywhere until that Feral is in the ground.”

“August,” Stephanie said, her hands curling around his biceps. “Am I--”

“You’re my fucking Mate.”

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Show Me the Light

Summary: She recently moved to Minneapolis and is a newly appointed sports teacher at Southern Cross High School, wanting to live life away from the big city of New York. On the first week of her arrival she (almost) crashes into Detective Walter Marshall which leads to his and her life being intertwined there on. It is not your regular meet-cute story but rather a tug of war between two people from opposite spectrum of life.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x OFC (Myra King)

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: A slight description of a possible accident, smut in the future chapters.

A/N: Hello! After watching "Nomis" for the second time, I really started to feel the urge to write about our grumpy Detective Walter Marshall. I don't want to make it all angst, so bear with me if the OFC seems too cherry to be in the movie. Also, I do not want to face tag her, so let your imagination run free.

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Title: Show Me the Light

Walter slammed the manilla folder on his desk, exasperated with the dead ends to the present case at hand. He stretched his arms in front of him, feeling his neck become stiff with the cold and his goddam posture was killing him.

"Dad?" Faye peaked in, draped in a shawl with her toothbrush in her hand.

"Are you going to bed now?" Walter's voice came out sterner than he intended to.

"No, I'm getting ready to go to school." She pointed towards the window in his office. Faint light of the rising sun was casting a glow from behind the curtains. "Did you stay awake the whole night?" She innocently asked.

Walter rubbed his eyes. He hadn't even realized how much time had passed since he had grabbed the case file last night. He had become so invested in it, he had completely missed bedtime. 'Not that sleep is important anyway.' He grunted, feeling the sore muscles in his back stretch as he stood up.

"I can call mom to drop me to school." His daughter offered. Her small frame looked tiny enveloped in her grey shawl, her nose pink with the cold.

"No, I'll just get some coffee. Have to go to the station anyway." Walter grunted again as he stretched his neck, rubbing a tender spot. "Go get ready."

He watched as his daughter retreated with a concerned look. Walter loved having his daughter around but it was mostly because he could keep one of his concerns at bay by keeping an eye on her. Grabbing his gun from the drawer and his badge lying on top of his table, he made his way downstairs to fix himself some strong coffee. He could feel the tiredness lingering in his muscles, but he had a job to get done. When he took the pledge to serve the public, he wholeheartedly meant it.

"So we got a new sports teacher." Faye pulled on her seat belt and buckled it over her body.

"What happened to the previous one?" Walter started the engine of his truck, the hunk of metal humming and warming in the cold. He let it run for a couple of seconds, rubbing his hands together as it touched the cold steering wheel.

"I don't know. He got old?" Faye chuckled.

Walter spared a smile. His daughter, the light of his life, made it a little less harder to live in this cruel world. They pulled out on the street and made their way towards the school.

It had snowed heavily last night. The sun shone brightly on the white landscape, making the snow twinkle like crystal. It was already peak office hour and thankfully Faye's school was not deep inside the city. Walter took out his sunglasses from his glove compartment, as the glint of the sun on the snow and the car windows were making his head hurt.

"Um... Dad? Is that coming our way?"

Walter looked up, squinting at the road as Faye pointed out in front of her. A black figure on a bike, the sound of its exhaust rumbling through the street and the metal parts shining in the sun, was making it's way towards them. The speed at which they were travelling and the slight tilting of its wheels from side to side hinted that the rider was losing it's balance.

"Oh, fuck!" Walter gripped his steering wheel tightly as the bike zoomed past his truck, barely missing the edge of the hood, and skidded along the slippery road to crash against the mount of ice gathered on the side. His truck made a grumble, the tires screeching as it tried to get a grip on the asphalt, coming to a jolting halt.

"Dad!" Faye had gripped her seat belt bracing for impact. "Oh my God! Are they alright?" She turned to look behind, watching the rider on the ground a few feet away from the bike.

"Are you okay?" Walter looked at his daughter. A whiplash injury was the last thing he wanted his daughter to suffer from. When Faye hurriedly nodded at him, his anger grew as he growled and opened his door to jump out and catch a hold of the irresponsible person who nearly crashed into him.

***

She was running late. Her second day on her job and she was freaking late.

Myra had hopped on her bike, chugging the last of her veggie smoothie and placing the bottle on the side pocket of her bag. Her brilliant black Benelli 900 SEI had looked stunning as always. She had dusted the few sprinkles of snow laying on it's tank, before kissing the cold metal handle bars.

"Don't disappoint me today, okay? You have been good so far." She had smiled at her bike dearly, remembering she still had to get it checked by a professional because of all the transportation it had had to go through. The sweet sound of its powerful engine coming to life, the exhaust emitting a rumble as she had revved it up a little, had made her heart swell.

Everything was working out fine. The city roads had been bustling with cars, but she had zoomed past them. Even though her bike belonged from the 70s, it still worked like a fine piece of metal. She had worn her faithful leather jacket, her biking gloves sat snuggly against her skin providing warmth in the cold weather.

Somewhere around the suburban part of the city, nearer to the school she worked at, her bike started to give off a clicking sound. Myra pressed on the breaks, feeling her speed coming down a little and her tires beginning to wobble on the road.

"Oh, fuck. No, no... " She prayed as the braking system seemed to be giving up on her. Her accelerometer showing her speed still above 20 mph. She was already crossing the speed limit inside the suburban region and was unable to do anything about it.

Her eyes widened as she spotted a big truck coming her way. She pressed down hard on the breaks, but she knew a crash was imminent now. Her eyes scanned about trying to look for an escape bay, spotting a heap of snow on the side of the road.

"Oh, God!" She turned her handle abruptly, missing the oncoming vehicle by mere inches, and let go of her bike as it skidded along the road and crashed on the snow. She slipped on the gravel for a couple of feet, trying to hold onto something to stop herself but failing miserably.

Myra groaned as she came to a halt, her head bumping against the road but saved by the helmet. Her heart raced like it was going to come out of her chest. Her feet and hands had gotten cold from the fear of crashing into the car, her breathing coming out ragged. She blinked several times, looking up at the sky through her black tinted glass hood of her helmet, swallowing the dryness in her throat.

"Hey!" Myra felt herself being yanked up by the collar of her jacket and came face to face with an angry, curly haired man. His eyebrows were scrunched together tightly and his lips, under the bush of his beard, was upturned in a sneer. "What the fuck just happened there?"

The zipper of her jacket dug at her throat, her feet dangling from the ground. The man was huge and powerful to have lifted her body up like she was nothing but a ragged doll. Myra placed her hands on his, trying to choke out a word. The insulated cover of her helmet and the air getting blocked from her throat was making her difficult to form words.

"W-wait... " She tried to speak but felt her lungs were straining for oxygen. The sound of the police siren made the burly man finally let go of her. She dropped to the ground on her knees, gasping for air and pulling her helmet off. She coughed as she leaned on the ground, placing her hands on the road breathing in through her mouth.

"Miss King?"

Myra looked up at the tiny voice of a girl coming from behind her. She recognized the girl from her class yesterday. Myra had helped her correct her posture while aiming for the goal when they had played soccer.

"You know her?"

The bearded man from before who had held her by the collar asked angrily. Myra looked over at him, his arms crossed over his chest, straining the fabric of his sweater over his muscles. She looked down at his waist and noticed the police badge clipped on his belt, his gun cocked in it's holster. She sat back on her knees, looking from one person to another.

"Yes! She's our new sports teacher."

Myra felt her cheeks heat as the grumpy man and the two police officers that had arrived later, looked down at her. Her gaze fell on her bike some few feet away, the hazy grey colour of smoke emiting from it, contrasting against the white sheet of snow.

"Take her to the station. Keep her there until I come back." He grumbled to the other two officers, throwing her a look of disgust and walking away with the girl behind her.

"Come on, Miss. Inside the car."

With a grunt from her aching muscles and joints, Myra stood up clutching her helmet in her hand and followed the men as they lead her to the police cruiser.

'Bloody fucking great!' She silently mumbled to herself as she sat on the backseat of the cruiser and watched the black truck she was going to crash into, drive away.

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