#walter marshall x black!plus size female oc

[cardierreh15]

Zeus Lament

Hold on to your fucking seats y’all! Things get messy! Both for good and for bad!

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Warnings 18+: Angst , Dub-Con Sex , Mind-Control/Mental Manipulation , Infidelity , Mentions of Cheating , Domestic Violence situation , Blood (Golden Celestial) , Nipple Stimulation , Cursing , Spitting , Breeding Kink , Oral (Female Receiving) , Death . PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!

Pairings: Zeus/Walter Marshall x Angela's (Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: A terrible storm is approaching the city, wonder what could possibly be the cause?

Word Count: 5.8K

Song: Only RY X , Call out my name by The Weeknd.

The man sat across from his wife as she ate her fill and sipped on her wine. Everything but her beauty, disgusted him. But lately, even that was faltering. She was evil, jealous and spiteful. The infamous; Goddess of Marriage herself, Hera. 

‘You are quiet today husband.’ She said blandly as she took another sip of her wine to wash down the food in her throat. 

A reluctant smirk curled on his lips before he glanced away and shook his head. A small, hysterical chuckle left his lips before he rested his elbows on the golden table and rested his face in his palms. 

‘You speak to me as if you don’t know what you’ve done, wife.’ The word had poison behind it. It was no secret that Zeus had a loathe over his wife that no man or immortal had ever seen. Some would say with great reason! She’d proved herself to be murderous and invidious on many occasions. 

But, Zeus wasn’t in the right either. 

Sleeping around with mortals in different disguises to hide his true form; impregnating and soiling the oats that have been left untamed thousands of years ago. 

Perhaps, he’d driven her over the edge that she couldn’t retract from. 

Hera peeled her eyes away from her plate of food and glared up at her indignant husband. She tilted her head to the side gently, ‘What is it now, Zeus? You’re angry about that little “accident” that you’ve created? Many of what you’ve called them yourself.’ 

Zeus slammed his palm on the golden plated table, standing up to his feet with a baleful scowl written across his dramatic features. ‘THEY WERE MY CHILDREN!’

‘Your children are here!’ Hera spat hatefully. She had no remorse, no regret. ‘On Olympus where they belong. Not with those disgusting mongrels you call humans. Such a pathetic excuse for creations. Just like-’

‘I’d watch my next words, woman.’ His face, carved into perfection like stone and marble. Zeus stood up straight and swallowed hard. 

She stared back up at him, not breaking the glare. ‘Why do you do it? Why do you constantly put me  through this Zeus? Do you think I want to act the way I do? Do you think I thrive off of being bitter and hateful?! I am only this way because you made me this way!’ 

‘No, you only do this because you don’t give a damn about nobody but yourself!’ 

Hera grimaced and slowly stood to her feet, scooting her throne back behind her. ‘Selfish?! While I SIT HERE AND YOU GO OUT AND FROLIC ABOUT BETWEEN THE THIGHS OF THOSE VILE CREATURES!’ Golden tears filled her bright blue orbs. ‘I sit here and I wait for you, ZEUS!’

‘FOR WHAT!?’ he snapped back. Thunder began to roar beyond the walls. ‘DONT YOU UNDERSTAND?! I don’t want you! I haven’t wanted you in centuries! I only married you in the first place because it was a power move. You were a mistake–’

‘Mistake?! Zeus-’ 

‘You will address me as your King.’ He placed his hands on the table and peered across, ‘I won’t stop, Hera. I will not stop until I have found happiness and created a demi-God army of my own.’

‘Zeus-’

‘YOU WILL NOT STOP ME HERA!’ He exclaimed with great disdain in his voice. He began to round the table slowly, his golden heeled sandals clicking and echoing within the walls. 

Hera snatched up the golden blade she’d used to cut into her roasted goose. 

As soon as she found a good grip around the handle, he’d snatched her up by her throat looking down into her eyes. 

‘Ugh!’ She exclaimed at the sudden roughness. Golden tears had fallen down the sides of her face. 

‘If you interfere with my affairs again, My Queen.’ The word burned the back of his throat. Oh he’d do anything to strip her from that title. Hell, he really did hate her enough to kill her himself. She’d taken so much away from him. 

‘I will kill you… do you understand?’ 

Hera turned her gaze away from him, but he tightened up his grasp. 

Her lips trembled as she looked up into his stormy eyes. ‘You wouldn’t dare…’ she choked out. 

‘Then you don’t know me the way you think you do.’ He added monitorily. His warnings always went undone. Leaving ample room for Hera to continue to disobey him. 

He shoved her away from him before the both of them heard the small call of their youngest daughter, Hebe. 

‘Mama?’

She looked over at the massive golden doors that were cracked open. There she spotted the little face of the tiny goddess. Hera cleared her throat and put on her best smile, ‘Hebe. Darling-’ She approached her with open arms. 

The young one pushed the door open a little further before running towards her mother who was now on her knees. 

‘You’re supposed to be resting my sweet.’ 

‘I couldn’t sleep, mama.’ 

Zeus watched the mother speak to their daughter before he quickly spun off and walked towards the second set of double doors. 

***

The dark clouds loomed up above. Lightning bolts scattered across the sky like veins. The wind blew hard enough to almost tear her apartment building off of the support beams! 

Storms were quite the norm where Angela was from. The lightning capital of the world, Tampa, Florida. She’d lived through countless hurricanes and tropical storms. 

The news measured it out to be a tropical storm, the first one of the season. But something about this particular storm was different than the rest. 

Thunder shook the floor beneath her feet, causing her to stop in her tracks and wait for it to calm down. Angela had never been so anxious during a storm. Hell, this was her favorite kind of weather! But she had a gut feeling something bad was going to happen. 

The woman ripped open the big bag of ice and poured it into the cooler. Then, she began to stock perishable snacks and foods inside of it. 

Once she was done, she did a head count of her 5 gallon dispenser jugs, found her waterproof flashlight with batteries and made sure she had candles.

Angie placed her hands on her hips and gave herself a firm nod, ‘Alright! What could possibly go wrong?’ Another vociferous thunder clap erupted outside, causing lightning to flicker inside of her apartment. Then, the lights flickered off. 

The power died, causing an eerie silence to fill the air. ‘Dammit, running my mouth. I just fucked the whole building.’ She rolled her eyes and picked up her phone. The battery was on 11%. ‘What?!’ She exclaimed as she looked at the charger adaptor that had never been plugged up into the wall. 

‘You’ve got to be shitting me.’ 

She turned on the light on her phone and loaded up the flashlight with batteries and put her phone on Low Power Mode. Clicking the power on the flashlight. She walked down the hall to the electric breaker and pulled it open. 

Shining the light on the labeled switches, she shifted them to the side one and then back to their original places. But nothing. She assumed whatever generator the apartments management used had gone to shit. 

‘Cheap fucks’ she hissed before the flashlight began to flicker. ‘Uh uh! No, no!’ She began to bang on it, hoping it would keep its power but when it died, she let out a heavy huff. ‘Dammit.’

Angela walked back into the kitchen and began to light candles. 

Once the apartment was decorated with artificial light, she walked into her bedroom and took off her dress. 

She walked over to her dresser, lightning taking its own place in her room this time. Again, thunder followed. Not able to stand the blinding brightness, she walked over to the patio doors to close them. But what she saw in her backyard frightened her. 

Air lodged in her throat so she was unable to breathe out or in, she stared at the tall, dark figure that stood in the grass. Heavy, slanted rain blurred out its features but by the size of its shoulders, it had to be a man. 

Whatever the hell it was… it was massive. 

‘Close. The blinds. Angela. Close the blinds.’ She choked before quickly pulling the stick to the side and twisting them closed. 

Stumbling backwards, she let out a shuddered breath. She was afraid to walk to the kitchen and grab her phone; having the slightest belief that somehow the uncanny being would find its way inside without any aid. 

So, she just sat on the bed and stared. 

‘Wooo. It’s OK. Ain’t nobody gonna come out here in this rain…’ she uttered to herself and pulled her comforter back and tucked her chilly legs beneath. 

Every once in a while she would toss and turn. But she always brought her attention back to the blinds. Her anxiety wouldn’t let her rest for a while, until she just closed her eyes and counted. 

*** 

Zeus stood in the shadows of her bedroom. Lightning flickering across his face as he watched the mortal woman sleep soundly. Her soft snores could barely be heard over the rain that beat down against the glass slide door. 

Stepping from the safety of the darkness, Zeus crept over to her bed. His fingertips grazed atop the silky, bronze colored sheets. Once he made it to her, his bright blue eyes searched her face. 

She was a beauty to behold. Full lips, skin brown as cherry wood. Lashes so thick they almost looked like paint brushes. Then, it was her hair. Sprawled out beneath her it was coily and thick. He leaned down carefully, nuzzling his nose within the warmth of her hair. He inhaled deeply, slowly. Taking in her scent. She smelled of Rosemary and Lavender. Two scents he could get lost in forever. 

Pulling away, he grazed his pointy nose over her wide one before gently pressing his lips against hers. Letting his lips settle there, his mustache and beard tickled her chin and nose. Causing her to stir out of her sleep. 

Angela’s dark brown eyes flashed open to see the intruder with a beard and thick dark curly hair hovering over her. Her first reaction was to scream but instead Zeus had tricks of his own. 

‘Shhh, don’t scream.’ 

Her eyes reflected once in gold as she inhaled so hard she thought her head would explode. 

Zeus’ eyes continued to roam her face before traveling down to her neck and then the valley of her breasts. 

‘Wh-who are you? What are you doing in my apartment?’ Angela’s voice was rugged and shaky. But she was careful not to be too loud. 

‘Something you would never be able to comprehend mortal woman.’ His voice was much gentler than how he spoke to Hera just a few days before. 

His eyes broke from her gaze as he carefully ran his palm over her silky flesh; starting from her belly to her thighs but also pulling the blanket off in the process. Revealed onto him was her half naked body, dressed in a white sports bra and matching thong. 

Angela flinched at his cool touch, quickly shifting her hips away from him. ‘Don’t touch—‘ 

‘Don’t fight me.’ He hissed as thunder shook the apartment once again. 

Just like before, she followed his command willingly. She just laid there with tears in her eyes as his large hands began to caress her chubby thighs. ‘Wh-what are you g-gonna do to me?’ Angela stammered. 

‘Anything I please…’ he licked his lips as he looked up at her once again. She was silently sobbing. Tears falling into place of the last on the sides of her head. His thick brows pulled into one before he leaned back over her once again, ‘Oh my sweet one… don’t cry.’ 

Her sobs instantly stopped. 

‘Don’t you know how lucky you are? How special you are?’ Zeus brought his hand up and smooth out her cheek with his knuckles. Then, his index grazed her bottom lip. ‘You don’t have to be scared of me… I won’t hurt you.’

‘I—I have a boyfriend.. we’ve been dating for 3 years and—‘ she lied. ‘And-and he’ll be here soon!’ 

‘Oh? In this weather?’ Zeus said softly as he gently pinched her chin. ‘How romantic or jus plain stupid.’ He purred softly. ‘Tell me sweetheart, have you ever fuck a God?’ 

Angela’s eyes grew slightly, his words rocking her core, ‘N-‘

‘I didn’t think so… you see Angel. You need someone who’s gonna take care of you. In more ways than just… one.’ His index dropped to the valley of her breasts. 

A God?! What the hell was a God doing in her apartment? And why her out of all people? 

‘A God? There’s no way—‘ 

Zeus stared down into her eyes, his eyes flickering a bright gold for a second before fading back to their stormy blue. 

‘Oh my—‘ 

‘Zeus…’ 

Angela stared up at him; her eyes were a cauldron of fear, disbelief, and slight adoration. She had never seen something— something so graceful. So beautiful. ‘B-but why me?’ 

‘Well isn’t it obvious my little love? I have been watching you for weeks. That little inkling you felt of being watched.. It was me. I have been in your corner. You have enough beauty to my own daughter to shame.’ 

Aphrodite would not like that at all. She was much like her mother. Scorned to hell.

‘You’ve been stalking me?!’ 

‘Stalking, watching? Call it whatever you’d like. Fact of the matter is … you’re mine.’ 

His words nestled within her soul, causing whatever frightened feeling she had left to dissipate. In an instant, she felt protected. Perhaps it was his magic, controlling her mind and messing with her chemical imbalances. Whatever it was… it made her feel good. 

Zeus leaned down once again, lips almost touching hers. ‘Let me have you.’ 

Closing her eyes, ‘Yes.’ She uttered before parting her lips to welcome him in a kiss. 

Without another moment wasted, Zeus took her lips into his. He slithered his thick tongue into her mouth as his hand slithered down between her thighs. He grasped the thin fabric into his fist and tugged it; instantly tearing it to shreds. 

Angela’s fingers instantly found their way in his soft thick, dark locks which seem never ending. She barely noticed the absence of her panties until he was pushing her thighs part. The warmth from ecstasy was keeping her warm until he pressed his cold fingertips against her sensitive nub. 

‘Ooh.’ She gasped softly, her hips buckling for a second. ‘Cold.’

‘Forgive me little love.’ He began to rub at her core before slipping his middle and ring inside of her sticky entrance. 

Angela shuddered out in a moan, goosebumps prickling all over her skin, nipples hardening against her thin bra. 

She ripped her eyes away from his haunting gaze and looked down to watch him knead her from the inside out. She gripped the sheets beneath her. Her chest caving in as she tried to breathe through the pleasure. She wanted so badly to do something with her legs, kick and flail them about but she was still under his command. Don’t fight me. 

‘Ugh!’ She exclaimed as Zeus curled his fingers up and toyed with her G-spot. 

A wicked grin curled on his face as he watched her writhe and buck her hips into his embrace. He pressed his forehead against hers. 

Angela opened her mouth to speak but her words instantly became gibberish and a bed of incoherent moans. 

‘If you want it my sweet, all you have to do is ask.’ 

She felt her lower belly twist and knot, causing her thighs to clench as she felt her climax creeping up. It felt so close yet, so far. Wait, was he controlling that?! 

‘Can I — can I cum, please?’ She placed her hand on his shoulder, her nails gently digging into it through the cloth of his shirt. 

Zeus chuckled menacingly, ‘As you wish.’ 

His words were like some kind of invisible trigger, she was the chemical reaction that shifted the bullet in place and fired off the gunpowder. 

Angela inhaled hard before a satisfied scream erupted from her lungs. Her head fell back against her plush pillow, body trembling as she tried to comprehend that kind of intensity. 

He finally pulled his fingers from the warm home of her. ‘I can provide you with so much more. Would you like that?’ His sticky fingers grazed her neck. 

‘Yes. I-I need you.’ 

That stomach twisting smile curled up once again against his beard. He was to die for. 

Zeus stood up, bringing her small hand in his grasp and bringing her up to her feet. Her legs wobbly from the previous assault on her womb and cunt. 

‘Then you have me, my little love.’ 

He towered over her like a mountain. Him sitting on her bed made him seem so much smaller that way. Zeus leaned down, pressing his lips against hers once more as his clothes disappeared. 

She wrapped her arms around his wide frame as he pulled her chubby body against toned muscles. Angela pulled away from the kiss. Her big brown eyes trailed from his face to his shoulders, and abdomen. ‘Wow…’ her hands slipped from his shoulders and down his abdomen. ‘You’re really… real.’

‘As real as you are my love.’ 

She wasn’t expecting a God, no— the infamous King Of Gods to be so… kind. History made him out to be a spineless shithead. But this being before him was everything but that. 

Or was that what he was making her think? 

‘Lay back. Get comfortable.’ 

Following his command, Angela sat back down on her bed and laid back against her pillows. 

Zeus stood at the end of the bed before crawling in and spreading her thighs. He lowered his head between her legs as he rested on his front side. Then, he planted soft kisses on her inner thighs, navigating his lips to her flower. 

He placed the flattening of his tongue on her slit before lapping up slowly until he found her clit and brought it between his lips. 

‘Mmmm, yess.’ She moaned out as she reached down and found her fingers intertwined in his locks once again. 

He sucked teasingly on her clit before letting it go with a pop, then flicking his tongue over it. He used her pussy as if it were her mouth instead. Licking, and kissing with passion and a purpose. 

‘Ooooh Zeus just like that. Mmmm.’ Angela moaned as she rolled and rocked her hips into his face.

Her words only fueled his desire and want for her. He grabbed her thighs and pushed them back so he could satisfy her in a more efficient way. More exposed, Zeus was about to dip his tongue within her walls and lick her from the inside out. Every once in a while though, his tongue would slip and tickle at her puckered asshole.

Angela leaned up on her elbows, her breathing shallow as she watched this celestial being indulge on her body in the most sinful of ways. He was just wicked in that way. Honestly, if it weren’t for the immense pleasure he was inflicting upon her– she would’ve thought this was a dream. ‘Uhhh fuck!’ 

Zeus relished in her taste. She tasted the most delectable of forbidden treats. He wanted to keep his face buried between her thighs for as long as the Earth rotated but the way his hips grind against the bed to soothe his aching member… Zeus was more than ready to claim her. 

Letting out a gentle grunt at the pleasure that burned at his lower gut, Zeus’ lips ghosted her inner thigh before placing a gentle kiss there. 

She had just begun to recover from her profound orgasms. Her thighs trembled, almost mimicking the sound of thunder outside. ‘Oh! Fuu—‘ 

Zeus brought himself up on his knees. His naked body resembled the ancient marble that were carved in Greece thousands of years ago. Except that one particular thing. 

Humans once believed that men that wielded such large members lacked intelligence and were compared to violent, brainless, sex-crazed creatures.

Actually, Zeus’ cock had been tampered to be quite the insignificant thing but now… it was no wonder he made stupid decisions.

With distinguishable veins traveling over his Adonis belt, that was a sign of healthy blood flow. He was hung like nothing she’d ever seen. The whole package really. 

‘Jesus- oh… I mean…’ Angela whimpered softly as she finally pulled her eyes away from his cock. ‘Wow… you are… not what I expected.’ 

Zeus smirked and began to crawl over her, closing that gap between them. ‘You’ve must’ve seen the statues. Are you afraid?’ His smile had grown slightly bigger. 

She let out a soft breath. Well, she had a lot of reasons to be afraid right now. One of them being that a celestial God that had been known for his treachery was laying between her legs! 

‘Mmm. No.’ She lied again. 

‘Then we shall make haste.’ He said before helping her get her sports bra from over her head. Her breasts were so round, large and supple. His tongue traced over his lips as he tried to calm the beast that was so desperately fighting to get free. 

Then, his eyes flicked up back to hers, ‘Are you ready my sweet?’ 

Swallowing hard, Angela nodded as her hands gently rested against his cool muscular back. 

Zeus had given her a sly smile before adjusting his hips. His thick bell shaped tip against her honey coated pussy. And before he made the final blow, he pressed his lips against hers. Their tongues slipped in one another’s mouth once again for a short moment before he pulled away slightly. 

‘Bite down on me if it hurts…’ 

Angela nodded one more time before bringing him back into another kiss. 

As they kissed, Zeus thrusted his hips forward only slipping just the tip in. A wince left his chest as he felt the piercing pain of her biting down into his bottom lip. It was too late to pull back now. So he began to sink his hips into her further. This earned him a loud wail from her but the piercing continued. 

Gritting his teeth to bear the pain, Zeus let out a groan as he went as deep as he possibly could. 

Angie had released his hold on his lips and looked up at him with terror in her eyes. Half from the brutal stretch and half from his lips and beard coated in shiny gold blood. 

‘Ugh! — Oh My— Zeus, is that? My God— you’re bleeding!’ 

Zeus pressed his fingers against his lips and examined it, ‘Yes. It appears that I am.’

‘Well, are you alright?!’ She exclaimed in worry. 

He couldn’t help the gentle feeling that came over him. The feeling of knowing someone cared for him. He knew that his wife did… but not in the way he felt from Angela. Hera only wanted her throne and position of power. She’d otherwise be nothing without him. But, Angela… no other human woman had shown such compassion and kindness. Even if… some of this was against her will. 

‘I’m fine my little mortal… see?’ 

Zeus brushed his thumb over his wounds and they healed in an instant. Only the blood remained and would serve as a reminder that he could also be hurt too. 

Letting out a breath in relief she grabbed his face and pressed the back of her hand against his bearded jaw. 

He brought back his hips slowly and steadily before thrusting forward once again. He held back a moan that always slipped between his lips. 

But Angela let out a whimper as her nails dug into his flesh a little. 

Zeus soon began to pick up the rhythm of his hips, creating a bit more friction. Now he wasn’t holding back his moans. She felt way too good to front over. 

Angela felt so uncomfortably full at first but then a surge of pleasure began to pump through her body like drugs. She’s had great sex before but nothing could compare to this! Her standards have completely changed and if it wasn’t him… then she didn’t want it. 

‘Ooooo! Zeus, fuck that’s so fucking good baby. Haaa! Don’t stop!’

‘Uhhhh. I’m not my love, we can go for as—URGH! As long as you like.’ 

Their moans echoed throughout her room and was enough to combat the lightning that was striking nearby and the thunder that shook the building. They were in a world of their own at this point. 

Zeus brought up Angela’s thigh and rested her leg over his shoulder. He began to pump deeper, harder and faster. ‘Ooh fuck… you feel so fucking amazing.’ He moaned out before leaning down and wrapping his lips around her hardened nipple. 

‘Zeus, just like that—‘ her fingers slipped through his hair as his tongue tickled and teased over the sensitive flesh. She could feel her womb twisting and turning just the same as it did earlier. ‘Mmm, I’m so close. Fuuuuuuck!’ She called out.

He’d begun to pump his hips faster, groaning and grunting against her breast. 

Her thighs began to tremble as an ineffable climax rocked through her, ‘AUGHHH! FUCK!’ She cried out. 

Leaving one last lick to her nipple, Zeus slowed down his thrusts and brought her lips back in for another kiss as he moaned against them. ‘Fuck you’re so warm. I can stay buried inside you forever.’ He growled before placing wet kisses under her chin and her neck. 

A sheepish grin was casted on Angela’s lips as she just tried to process that vehement orgasm that she’d just passed. Her lips quivered and her chest heaved as she gently clawed down the valley of his spine. ‘Mmmm, My God… I want you here forever.’ 

Zeus began to pick up the pace of his hips once more as his lips began to make their way back up to hers once again. He couldn’t get enough of how she tasted. He couldn’t remember the last time he and The Queen kissed. Probably centuries ago when Hebe was born. Other than the birth of his sweet child, The Goddess of Youth, there was no other reason to remember that day. 

After sending Angela in a whirlwind of mind-bending orgasms, he pulled away to stand on his knees. ‘Lay on your front side.’ On command, she rolled over and got comfortable. He leaned down to press kisses on her shoulder before his cleft nose drug across her misty, prickly skin. She smelled so good and she felt so warm. 

He carefully spread her thighs with his knees as he sat back up. Stroking his throbbing cock, he used his hand to navigate her entrance this time. Time wasn’t wasted this go around, so he thrusted his hips forward into her. 

The both of them let out a synchronized groan; Zeus threw his head back; quickly coming to his senses that he would not last long in this position. He had the perfect bird’s eye view of her ass and his cock sliding in and out. He was no better than a mortal man now. 

‘Mmmm.’ Angela groaned, feeling so much pressure and pleasure against her wet walls. She began to grip the sheets in her fist, knowing that it was going to be a bumpy ride.

Zeus caressed his hands up from her thick thighs to her chubby waist. There, he gripped tightly before he started to accelerate. ‘Ugh, shit- yeah. Haaaah.’ He groaned as he thrusted hard and fast. 

Her pretty dark brown eyes rolled to the back of her head as she could already feel her body betraying her once more. ‘Fuck yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes! ZEUS!’ Angela whined out. She slipped her hand beneath herself and began to toy with her clit as he destroyed her from behind. 

The glorious sounds of her angelic songs and his skin crashing and pounding against hers fueled his desire once more. His eyes had shifted from their humanly blue to the color of the blistering sun. His moans were deeper and inhuman. He sounded more of a beast now than he did of a man. Beads of sweat prickled across his forehead, shoulders and his torso. 

His grip on Angela’s hip grew tighter as he reached over and gripped her ponytail, pinning her into her pillow. 

‘Ooh right there baby! Fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum again. Oooh shit!’ 

And just like the flip of a switch, she’d turn into putty in his grasp. But this only encouraged him to keep going. Not like the last time when he decided to give her a break. No, he wanted to rip those orgasms away from her and have her crawling come morning. 

‘OOH DEAR FUCKING– ZEUS!’ Angela wept; tears had soon fallen down the side of her face. 

‘Uh huh! Call out for your God baby.’ 

Orgasm after orgasm, Zeus’ thrusts had become staggered and arrhythmic. He was losing the battle. So, he rested his body atop hers and slowly began to thrust his hips into her. ‘Angela…fuck. I’m gonna give you– ugh! Such a beautiful baby.’ 

She didn’t think, and perhaps she thought he wasn’t serious but when she pressed her ass into him as he nestled deep inside her.

She was sadly mistaken. 

‘UH! FUCK– GAAAHHH!’ 

Zeus had finally unraveled, releasing thick and rich ropes of semen inside of her. He throbbed, gently stretching her out as he bred her. His body shook as the thunder roared with a vengeance outside. ‘Uh…’ He couldn’t speak. 

Angela rolled her hips beneath him, milking him from everything he had. She looked back at him just in time to see his golden hues disappear in the darkness of his ghostly blues. His thick curls were slightly damp from the work out and his parted lips had turned up into a relieved smile. Angela returned the smile and stretched her neck up to kiss him. 

***

The Next Morning… 

Her eyes fluttered open, her tired eyes fixated on the ceiling for a moment. She groaned softly as she slowly turned over to see an empty side of the bed. It was messy, and a telltale sign that he was once here.

She placed her hand on the vacant sheets and ran her hand over them. Still warm… it was then when she’d noticed that her patio blinds were open. The sun had beamed in on that empty space and kept it heated. 

Funny, she had her blinds closed and her window was open across the room. 

Suddenly, she heard a booming voice… deep with a pretty and very familiar accent. 

‘Zeus.’ She uttered excitedly as she scooted herself out of her King sized bed and wrapped the sheets around her. Almost losing her footing, she rushed out her room and down the hall where the voice became distinguishable. He was here! Wow, he was still here! 

Cutting the corner, there he stood in her kitchen with a phone pressed against his ear. He flashed her a bright smile and a wink. 

Returning the gracious smile, her eyes roamed down to his belt where a flashy police badge rested on his hip. Confusion instantly struck her and her smile had faltered. She managed to walk up behind him and sneak his wallet out of his back pocket. When she opened it up, she felt as if air had been snatched out of her lungs. 

Walter Marshall. DOB: 05/05/1983. Issued Date: 07/23/2020 Expiration Date: 05/05/2026 

‘What are you doing with that?’

Almost jumping out of her skin, ‘Huh?’ She looked down at his wallet and looked back up at him. He folded his arms across his massive chest. He’d had this slightly amused smirk curled up on those lips. ‘I-... I don’t know -just…’ She just handed it back to him and swallowed her spit. 

‘Mmmm, maybe you need more rest. You worked double last night, I’m surprised you’re awake!’ He reached over and placed a kiss on her temple. 

‘Double?’

‘Yeah? At the hospital? The storm came in and almost destroyed the city.’ Now confusion was written on his face. 

And they were confused together. 

‘...The hospital. Alright… And you were?’

��I was at the precinct. They had us shelter in place… hey, what’s going on are you feeling alright, Ang?’ 

Angela cleared her throat and let out a sigh. She was just about to tell him about this crazy dream she’d had until she saw a little frame of them on the bartop. She was dressed in a gorgeous white dress and he wore this chic black and white tuxedo. His beard was gone and his hair was cut to perfection. 

She quickly brought up her left hand, gazing at the big sparkly teardrop diamond that sat delicately on her finger. My, it was by far the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. 

Suddenly, a flood of memories brought her back to her current reality. Perhaps the impact of working so hard and that storm had her a little delusional. 

‘I’m alright, Walter. I just had this… crazy dream.’ 

‘Hmph, must’ve been! Here, let’s talk about it over breakfast-’

‘NO!’

Walter paused for a second as his thick brows pulled into one.

‘It’s just… Has someone ever told you that you kind of favor Zeus?’

His cheekbones turned pink and glanced to the side, ‘You mean Zeus like the God?’

She nodded. 

‘No, mama. Is that what your dream was about, baby? I was a Greek God?’

When he said it, she just felt so damn stupid. She was embarrassed for even bringing it up. ‘Just forget it.. I don’t want to talk about it.’ 

Walter reached over and grabbed her hand, ‘Aw baby girl, don’t be embarrassed. C’mon we’ve all had silly dreams before… tell me what happened.’ He pulled her close and placed a kiss on her cheek. 

‘Well… we… erm.’ 

He tilted his head to the side as his large hands traced up and down her body. 

Angela cleared her throat as she looked up at him, ‘We were–..’

‘Would you like to show me what we did in the dream? You know I've always learned better by touch and physical interaction.’ 

She stared up at him as a slow grin curled up on her lips. ‘As tempting as that sounds baby, um… i think you’re burning the bacon.’ 

And on cue, the smoke alarm blared in the kitchen. Dark gray smoke floated up to the ceiling. 

‘Shit!’ Walter exclaimed as he gently pushed her away and rushed to the stove. He choked as the stench burned at his throat and lungs. He reached over and turned off the knob and let out a gentle sigh.

‘Woman you’re a distraction…’ He turned half way with a gentle smile on his lips, ‘Get some clothes on. We’re going to breakfast. My treat.’

Inhaling deeply through her nose, she gave him a smile in approval, ‘If there are grits involved then I’m in.’ 

‘Good, I know a spot.’ He said with a smirk, watching her glide back in their bedroom. 

His smirk instantly faded, the glow of gold reflected in his gaze. 

He picked up the pan that was now coated in black soot and threw the scraps in the trash. Then, he dropped the pan in the sink. 

Walter squirted some dish soap over the scrubber and began to do away with the burnt food. Suddenly, a  soft yellow light glowed in his peripheral. He paused his movement, ‘As what do I owe the pleasure,’ he lifted his head, ‘Hera.’ 

The Goddess stood tall, her eerie gaze reflected in her eyes. Her blonde hair had specks of gold in her locks. She wore a royal white satin toga with gold trimmings. Nose and lips swollen and pink from all of the sobbing. He’d been gone for days. Living a fantasy that he’d created. 

‘The children ask of you, Zeus.’ 

‘The children are old enough to take care of themselves. And I thought I told you to address me as, Your King.’ He gently brought a dirty knife from out of the sink and placed it in his belt. 

Hera inhaled deeply, and watched him round the counter to join her in the dining room. ‘It’s Hebe. She misses you… I… miss you. Why can’t you come home? Why can’t you be with your real family? You don’t belong here.’ 

‘And you know where I belong?’

‘Why must you be so cantankerous?! You have a family. And it is your duty as a father, as a King, as a God—‘ 

‘My family is… here. I have everything I could possibly want here. Those insubordinate, spoiled and treacherous adults you call children—‘ 

‘You don’t talk about them that way!’ She exclaimed with tears filling her eyes once more. 

‘I will talk of them however I want. Now, I know when I left Olympus I told you not to stand in my way… and yet you come here… you disturb me.’ He walked closer to her as she took a few steps back. ‘What should I tell our children once they discover that you’re dead hmm.’ 

‘Zeus..’ she trembled as a tear fell down her face, ‘Please… it doesn’t have to be like this.’ 

‘Oh but my vindictive wife… it does. See— you have pushed me away for centuries.. you don’t truly love me. Not really, only when I lie with other women— that’s the only time you actually give a damn. In the meantime, you’ve taken everything’ Zeus hissed through his teeth — ‘from me. Now I have everything I want… and you won’t ever come in between that ever again.’ 

‘My King. Please, I will leave — I will — ugh!’ Hera gasped as she felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her ribs. She hiccuped before looking down to see Zeus’ hand on the handle of a kitchen butcher knife, with the blade delved between her rib cage. ‘Hyuck!’ 

‘Ive started with you, My Queen… my new wife will take your place on the throne and I will rid my bloodline of those foul, demented children you claim belong to me. They will join you soon.’ Zeus snatched the blade from the wound and watched her fall to her knees. 

Hera collapsed on her back; wheezing as her golden blood leaked from her nose and gargled out the side of her mouth. ‘Mmm—mmm.’ She held onto her wound tightly. 

Zeus squatted down, pushing her golden locks out of her face, ‘Don’t fight love. Death is such a beautiful thing. Peaceful if I might add.’ A deranged smile curled on his lips as he watched her take her last breath with a final tear falling down her face. 

Her bright golden eyes had faded to a lifeless gray, her hair turned gray as heavy rain clouds and her once lively skin was deathly pale. 

He pressed his lips together and inhaled deeply, ‘GoodBye Hera.’ 

‘Hey honey I was think—‘ 

Angela had walked down the hallway, plugging her earrings into her ears when she saw the gruesome sight. Her heart had sunk to the pit of her stomach and her mouth had fallen open in shock. 

Zeus snapped his head over his shoulder to look back at her. His eyes still shined their brilliant gold and he still held that bloodied knife in his grip. He defensively stood to his feet. 

‘Wh-wh-wh-‘ she began to hyperventilate. She grabbed the chest of her shirt in her fist as if she could grab her heart itself. Angela stumbled back as tears filled her eyes with fear. 

‘Ooooh my sweet petal.’ He smirked as he tossed the blade to the floor, then his eyes returned to their gentle blue, ‘You weren’t supposed to see that.’

‘That?!’ She gasped, ‘Oh my god— the dream… it was true! It was real! You’re toying with me!’ 

Zeus inhaled deeply, slowly blinking once, ‘As real as you are… you’ve no need to be afraid of me. I told you I’d protect you and I intend on keeping my promise, wifey.’ He brought his hand up, flashing the golden wedding band on his finger. 

‘Who is that woman on my floor?’ Angie shuddered out, placing her hand on her stomach to mellow out her queasiness. 

‘Oh… her? If you must know… Hera. She was my wife. Former Queen.’ 

Angela gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, ‘Wh—what did you do?! Why did you do that to her?!’ 

‘She sought to kill you, woman. Why must you question me!? I SAVED YOUR LIFE!’ 

‘And how do you know?!’

‘BECAUSE I KNOW HER!’ Zeus exploded, ‘Every chance she got to make me miserable and take away those who are near and dear to me, she did and without contrition! In a few days time she would’ve inflicted some rare form of cancer upon you or had one of her loyal servants come and slit your throat or worse…’

‘W-worse?’ Angela murmured. 

Zeus’ tearful gaze had fallen upon her belly before looking down. ‘You are with child, Angela. My child.’ 

Angela gasped at the news, tears filling her eyes and quickly spilling over. ‘No, no. That can’t be!’ 

‘It is Angela and I eliminated her so our child could have the best possible chance to grow and succeed in the future… so I can have the proper heir… from a woman that I truly love and truly adore— Angela, don’t you get it?’ 

He took a step forward and she took a step back. 

‘This. Is. destiny. A start of a new era, a new beginning… I never intended to be with Hera. I never loved her… she doesn’t make me feel the way you do.’ 

A sob ripped through Angela’s chest, ‘And how am I to make you feel? I’m just a mere stranger you came and took advantage of!’ 

‘No! No. You’re much more than that my little love… you make me feel… human. Gentle… fair.’ He approached her carefully with his hands out. ‘My entire ruling as King of Gods, I’ve been used… abused in all aspects of the word… I’ve never been treated normally… but being here with you, Angela. You make me feel heard. When you look at me I don’t see anger or hate.’ 

Angela looked up at him as she wiped her nose with her wrist and sniffed. 

‘I see a bright future,’ he added as he took her hands into his, ‘Where you sit by my side as my Queen… and we rule Olympus and the Overworld… just the way it’s intended to be. Just—‘

She stared up at him, not able to form words because she was so consumed by fear and confusion.  ‘I could make you a Goddess. Make all your dreams come true my little love… just say… yes.’

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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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Story Art by me

Cross-posted on AO3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

1…her loneliness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 2

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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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The Real Thing

This is just a sequel for Wet Dreams 😈 do with that info as you see fit lol. I’m not spoiling.

I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!

Warnings 18+: Smut , Cursing , Sloppy Kissing , Oral Sex (Male Receiving) , Cheating (Affair) , CowGirl , Doggy Style , CumShot in the mouth (AND SHE SWALLOWS)

Description: What would you do if you had the opportunity to make your dreams a reality?

Pairings: Walter Marshall x Amarilla(Black!Plus Size Female)

Word Count: 4.3K

Song: Break Of Dawn by Michael Jackson

Ever since that meeting with Amarilla, Walter had been trying to keep himself busy. Whenever the time would tick on by with nothing to busy it, he found himself thinking about her.

Wondering how she was doing was one of his thoughts but it was probably the most innocent thought he had about her.

He would lay in his bed, or his couch (which ever one he had energy to make it to) and just ponder what she looked like beneath that yellow body con dress she wore. It was skin tight; complimenting her curves, dimples and dips. Not to mention, the color on her flesh caused oxytocin to cloud his brain. So he would just bite the bullet, and stroke his aching member; pretending it was her hands instead.

‘This is so bad… Matt’s gonna kill me.’ He’d say to himself but based on his career choice, it was evident that he liked to live dangerously. Just the simple thought of her being had by another man drove him nuts! But it made him want her even more. He wanted something he couldn’t have…

Or so he thought.

It was a rainy night; Walter was sitting on the couch looking at some photos that were scattered across the table top. He then heard a frantic knocking at the door.

‘Hmmm.’ He hummed as he stood up and walked towards the door. Peaking through the peep hole, the individual had their back turned and was covered and protected by a big puffy jacket. Safe from that dreadful rain. ‘Who is it?’ He called out.

The person turned around and pushed their hoodie back. It was then revealed that the individual was a distressed Amarilla. ‘Walter! It’s Amarilla,’ she sniffed and wiped her nose and eyes, ‘Can I come in please?’

Quickly unlocking the door, he pulled the door open to see her standing there with her face wet from her own tears. ‘H-hi.’ She tried her best to fake a smile, but her head just fell.

‘Amarilla, w-what’s going on? It’s—‘ he looked down at his watch, ‘11:34 at night!’

She let out a shaky sigh and looked up as she tried to gather her own thoughts, ‘Can I come in… I just— I need someone to talk to…’ she wiped her nose one more time and Walter let her in.

Unzipping and pushing her big coat off of her shoulders, she look around his apartment. It was damn near empty. Didn’t have personality. It looked like a simple hotel room. ‘Where are all the pictures?’ She asked in concern.

‘Never got the time to put them up,’ he shut the door and locked it, suddenly a sob ripped though the air. Quickly, he turned around to see Amarilla crying in her hands. His heart twisted at the terrible sight. She was way too beautiful to be crying like this.

‘Amarilla,’ he said softly as he pressed his lips together, ‘I don’t know what’s going on but look, I’ll put some tea on the stove and you can tell me all about it OK?’

She picked her head up, sniffing hard as she looked over at him, ‘that’ll—that’ll be nice, Walter. Thank you.’ She gave him a weakened smile and sighed.

Walter then walked over and picked up the gruesome photos off of the table, stacked them together neatly and placed them backside up on the dining room table. After that, he went in the kitchen and put the tea kettle on the table, and dropped two chamomile tea bags in two mugs.

Once back in the living, he’d placed her mug in her hands and sat his down on the coaster. ‘Thank you.’ She mumbled before blowing onto the hot substance.

‘Anytime,’ he said softly. His blue tired eyes watched her lips wrap around the mug, and then drifted down to the nape of her neck. Spots he wanted to kiss and lick so bad. Clearing his throat, he finally spoke up, ‘So, what happened?’ Leaning over and picked up his mug and took a sip of his tea.

Amarilla set her mug down on the coaster and let out a long deep breath, ‘I … I had to work a double tonight at the hospital and… it was so dead my supervisor sent me home so—‘ her gaze locked on her mug, before her chest grew tight and a lump grew in her throat.

Tears filled her eyes once again as she looked up at the ceiling, her voice cracking as she took a deep breath, ‘I found Matt in bed with another bitch.’ She then let out a humorless laugh.

‘What?! Jesus Christ Amarilla I’m—‘

‘It’s fine… I — I should’ve seen the signs I should’ve —‘

‘Whoa, whoa now, Amarilla. You’re not to blame for this.’ He sat up straight watching as she reached over and grabbed her tea. ‘What did he say?’

Amarilla laughed once more, ‘Oh, she’s just a friend and… that he’d been unhappy with me for a while and… he wants a divorce.’ She wiped her eyes and looked over at him, ‘Can you believe it? 15 years all for nothing just…’ she shook her head before looking down at her twiddling fingers.

‘Jesus— I’m sorry to hear that. What kind of man cheats on his wife like that? Best friend or not, he’s sick for that. Unbelievable.’ He said shaking his head.

‘Honestly, Walter… I’ve been unhappy for a bit too. Just I was hoping we could get through that rough patch y’know? Doing it for Maylin but— in the end I looked dumb.’

Walter sighed, ‘You’re not dumb. He’s just a dick and obviously not the perfect guy for you… unfortunately it took 15 years and for this to happen but..’

‘How would you know who’s the perfect guy for me?’ She said softly looking over at him.

‘Uh..’ he swallowed his spit and looked to the side. ‘I mean I — you’re gorgeous and funny and smart… easy going. To be honest, Matt and I known one another for years and never for a single second did I think he was good enough for you.’

Amarilla was a little taken back by his confession, but a hesitant smile curled on her lips, ‘re-really? You really think so?’ Her brown eyes glared over at him.

‘Of course… actually, I know so.’ He scoffed before taking a sip of his tea.

The woman sat there, staring at him — holding her warm mug tightly in her hands.

She’d be a fucking liar if she sat here and said she never thought of him that way. Hell, when he would come by the house, she would unknowingly cater to him as if he was her husband and not Matt. She didn’t know it then, but she wanted that man.

‘Well, thank you.’ She said softly before the air around grew thick with sexual tension.

This is a bad idea, Amarilla… it’s best that you just leave now. Staying any longer would make it harder to leave.

She leaned over and placed the half full mug down on the coaster. ‘Well, the Maylin is still at the house. And I’m pretty sure he hadn’t even checked on her after our argument so,’ she stood up and picked up her coat.

‘Wait, you’re leaving already?!’ Walter stood up.

‘Yeah, I— Maylin…’

‘I hope you’re not leaving because I said all of those things… look, I’m sorry. I got too comfortable and that was inappropriate— especially with what happened with Matt. But you’re in no condition to go back there right now. What if the other woman is still there?’

She looked up at him as she adjusted her coat over her shoulders, ‘No… it’s not that at all — I just…’

‘Stay… look I’ll take the day off tomorrow, you can go get Maylin and we’ll just— kick it…’

Amarilla stared up at him with slightly swollen pink eyes, ‘Word? You’d do that for real?’

‘Yeah… you need me. And I want to be here for you.’

Good lord, those words struck her in her chest. Now she felt like she was anchored to the floor.

She wiped her nose and sniffed, ‘al-alright. Cool… I’m feeling a bit tired anyway. Which room will I be in?’

Walter was shrouded with relief when she agreed to stay for the night. ‘Great!’ He paused for a second, processing her question in his brain for a moment before it clicked, ‘Well, you can sleep in my room. I take a couch? Sheets and comforter should be fine. I don’t sleep in there much. C’mon ill walk you there.’

Amarilla followed him down the hall towards the larger bedroom. It was bland. Just like all the other spaces in the house… no life. Her slightly swollen eyes studied the space for a second before they landed on the large bed.

‘You don’t have pictures or decor put up but you made sure to purchase this big ass bed.’ She snickered as she walked around it, her fingers gently grazing the comforter.

He chuckled, placing his hand on the threshold of the door, leaning slightly, ‘what can I say? I’m a big guy.’

Indeed he was.

The room grew quiet for a moment before he stood up straight, ‘well, I’m gonna give you some space. Just shout if ya need me.’ Then he turned to walk away.

‘Walter?’

He turned around, ‘yes?’

‘Thank you for this.’

He gave her a tired smile and nodded, ‘Of course.’ And he turned away once again, walking back into the living room.

Hours had passed…

It was 2:27am…

She was laying in that bed, staring up at that ceiling. She swore she was tired just a few hours ago and now — she was wide awake. She wondered if he was still awake.

Amarilla sat up, and climbed out of bed. She was dressed in a large t-shirt that she’d stolen from out of his dresser. It fit like a short dress on her, the hem stopping at her upper thigh.

She pushed her hair out of her face as she skidded across the wooden floor with her thick warm socks. Once she made it to the living room… he was sitting there on his laptop… wide awake.

‘Hey… you’re still awake.’ She said softly but it was so quiet, her voice could be heard over the storm outside.

Walter looked up from his computer, balling up his fist. Goddamn! His wandering eyes roamed her body. Her semi-hard nipples showing through the gray t-shirt, her smooth thick thighs. He wanted to bite them so bad.

‘Ye-yeah…’ he swallowed his spit, ‘I don’t sleep much!’ He felt like he was struggling to breathe just then. And as she approached him and sat very close to him.

‘You’re warm… I’m very cold. What do you keep the A/C on in here?!’ She brought her knees up to her chest.

‘It’s not on.. it’s probably just the rain and the weather…’

‘True.’ She said nodding her head before it grew quiet between them once again. Her head then fell on his shoulder and her right thigh draped over his.

‘You’re like this big ole, warm bear.’ She said goofing about.

Walter’s heart began to race in his chest as a hesitant chuckle left his lips. Swallowing his spit quietly, ‘Wouldn’t be the first time someone called me that.’

Amarilla smirked as she found herself staring at him a little bit longer than usual. Damn, he was fine. She always tried to look at him as her husband’s buddy. But he’s always been fine as hell.

Her brown eyes dropped to his lips that were thickly adorned by his facial hair.

Walter was trying his best not to look at her but he felt the way she was looking at him. With his job, it was easy for him to read people simply by checking energies. Going with his gut and soul is truly what helped him solve cases.

But this was much different from an average homicidal case.

The woman he’s be dying to fuck was sitting closely beside him, who just so happened to be his best buddy’s wife.

‘Walt,’ She said out softly before biting down into her plump lip.

‘Hmm?’

It grew quiet once again. But this time it was as if she was trying to figure out what she wanted to say in this tender moment. ‘Would- would it be wrong if I said that the reason why I came by the precinct to see you the other day wasn’t because of some stupid reminder of that damn Memorial Day barbecue?’

He’d finally looked over at her with his thick eyebrows tugging into one, ‘Yeah?’

Letting out a slightly amused laugh, she looked over at him now. Her dark honey orbs glared into those of swimming pools, ‘Yeah. It was because…’ she trailed off, glancing to the side as she debated with herself; wondering if this was going to be a good idea.

Who cares, Amarilla? Matt didn’t spare your feelings. Why the fuck should you care about sleeping with his best friend?

Walter closed his laptop and placed it on the table top. He then rest one of his large palms around her ankle with the other on her knee, ‘You can tell me. What’s on your mind?’

Amarilla let out a shuddered sigh and looked back up at him, ‘I volunteered to come because I wanted to see you. I’ve just been thinking about you more than usual,’ She said with her head falling to the side.

Walter’s eyebrows rose for a moment, ‘Really?’ He could feel his heart race much faster than before. ‘Why were you thinking about me?’ He snickered as his head fell forward, trying to hide that bright pink blush on his face.

Tell him what you want him to do to you.

‘Well,’ She paused for a second before grabbing his bearded jaw to lift his gaze towards hers, ‘Could I– show you instead?’

Walter’s eyes fell to her full delicious lips. Without saying or doing, his eyes gave her full consent.

Without releasing her grip, Amarilla leaned over with her lips gaped, greeting his. Their lips met with the taste of desire, longing and need. It was gentle, as if they were both testing the waters.

He’d gently pulled away, licking his bottom lips to taste her, ‘This is what’s been on your mind?’ His large hand had traveled from her knee to her thigh.

A slow deviant smile curled on her lips, ‘Amongst other things? Yes.’ Her hand trailed down to his broad chest and then towards his middle.

‘Good, ‘cause I’ve been wanting you since I’ve met you.’

Probably was a fucked up thing to say since Matt introduced them to one another when Walter was married.

‘Then,’ her eyes fell back to his lap where her fingers began to undo his belt and zipper. ‘I only have one request.’ Then she stood up before him with his fly open.

Walter glared up at her with curious eyes; arm tucked comfortably behind the sofa. He had a pretty good idea of what she wanted.

Amarilla reached at the hem of the oversized shirt and tugged it up and over her head. She tossed it on the sofa next to him: revealing her globes for breasts, tattoos that she kept well hidden, and pretty tiger stripes for stretch marks.

He swallowed hard as his eyes wandered over her shapely body.

If he wasn’t hard before, he was sure to cut through stone now.

He clenched his jaw as he felt the familiar bliss of numbness shroud his body. Lust.

Damn, that’s what she’s been hiding under those scrubs. Fuck.

Amarilla then straddled his lap, pushing his thick hair out of his face, ‘I want you, Mr. Marshall.’ She whispered as she began to grind her hips.

Walter hissed at the feeling of her hips creating that sweet friction over his hardened manhood, ‘Mmm.’

She grabbed his cotton shirt and pulled it off of his head. Then, she finally rushed in with a hungry kiss.

Their tongues danced with one another in a beautiful swan dance. Just following one another’s league. Her fingers intertwined in his thick curls as Walter’s large hands began to caress down her back.

Finally, his hands met her rounded ass; squeezing to make sure he wasn’t living in another daydream again.

Fuck, you really are real.

Amarilla kept grinding her hips as she broke the kiss. She trailed kisses from his lips to his neck where she began to suck softly.

Walter let out a grunt when she licked and sucked on that sensitive spot on his neck. He couldn’t take this teasing any longer. He finally pulled her thong to the side as she managed to pull his pants and briefs down far enough.

‘Aah, I want you so bad right now.’ She moaned softly; causing a shiver to slither down his spine.

A part of him felt bad that he was about to screw his best friend’s wife. But they were getting a divorce and he was going to get what the fuck he’s been wanting all these years.

‘I want you too, baby.’ He whispered as he looked up; watching her lift her hips and grab ahold of his member.

She rubbed his tip against her clit and over her inviting slit. ‘Damn, you’re even bigger than he is!’ She giggled softly.

Walter let out a gentle chuckle as he watched her slowly lower her hips on him, bringing his colossal member in a warm and velvety hug. He let out a breath as he rested his hand on her hips.

‘Mmmm, fuck.’ She moaned out as she pushed him as far as he could go. Once he was balls deep, she looked down at him with dark hooded eyes, ‘Don’t be so gentle baby.’

Amarilla rested her hands on the sofa as she began to slowly lift and drop her hips. He was so fucking big, she had to be gentle or she was to be torn apart.

‘Ooh, shit girl. Damn.’ Walter groaned as his head fell back in sheer bliss. He was lost in a world of pure ecstasy. His palms swept across her flesh in mystery. He just wanted to learn her body so he could be the one to give her what she deserves.

After Amarilla found it easier to bounce and she was stretched out in the most delightful way, she began to pick up her pace; lifting her hips up and dropping them a bit faster than before. ‘Uh! Uh! Ooh yes! Damn, you’re so fucking huge!’ She whined out inaudibly as she looked back over her shoulder, watching her jiggly ass bounce in his grasp.

A salacious grin curled on his lips as he felt her throbbing walls began to constrict, and her moans became louder. ‘Yeah? You’re gonna cum on that dick baby?’ He asked looking up at her before bringing her hardened nipple between his teeth to bite gently, and then suck.

‘Uggggh! Fuck!’

Walter began to bounce her ass for her, and since he was slightly slouched, he was able to thrust upward as well. With the friction they were creating, she was about to blow at any moment. ‘Come on baby! Cum for me!’ He called out as he landed 3 consecutive slaps upon her ass.

‘Aaah! Fuuuuuck! Walt, uuuuughhh my fucking God! Yeeees!’

‘Uh huh! Cum on baby! I know you want to! Stop fighting that nut!’ He argued at her before slapping her ass once again and gripping her thong.

‘Yesyesyesyesyesyes!—‘ her lower tummy twisted as her womb betrayed the rest of her body. But it felt so damn good, ‘YES!’ She quickly lifted her hips up, her poor blossom too sensitive for anymore for the moment. ‘Fuuuuck.’ She moaned before she forced her tongue into his mouth.

Walter rubbed on her plump ass once more before giving her thigh a slap; breaking their kiss, ‘Get Up. I’m not through with you yet.’

‘Uh oh.’ Amarilla cooed in a teasing tone as she carefully climbed off of his lap and stood up. She pushed down her panties to her knees and shimmed them down her legs before stepping out of them.

This beast of a man stood up and his pants and boxers fell before stepping out of them as well. He then took a moment to admire her body once more, a smirk grew on his lips as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him in a hurry.

She was instantly met with his torso firmly, she giggled softly as she looked up at him.

‘You’re so fucking cute y’know?’ He teased.

‘Am I? Or are you just tryna fuck the shit out of me?’ Amarilla asked as she raised her eyebrow.

‘Both.’

The both of them chuckled before he placed a tender kiss on her lips and landed a smack on her ass again. ‘Go head,’ he said when he broke the kiss, ‘Bend over the arm of the sofa.’

Amarilla smirked, turning slowly on her toes before looking back at him with those sultry eyes.

She bent over the arm as he made his way behind her before lifting her leg up to rest her knee on the arm as well. A hum rumbled in his throat as she looked back at him while he just admired her in this angle.

Walter stroked his dick before pressing the tip against her slit once again and shoved his hips into her.

‘UGH!’ She exclaimed, her fingertips gripping at the fabric of the sofa. ‘Fuck, I don’t think I could ever get use to that!’ She whimpered out as he grabbed her arm and held on to her hip for stability.

Walter hissed as he began to drop his hips into her, ‘Shiiiit.’ He moaned, ‘Fuck you feel so fucking good.’

Amarilla’s breathing was short but labored. She looked back at him as he began to take her from behind. He held on to her tightly; looking into her pretty brown hues as he began to ram his hips into her much harder and faster.

Her moans had become louder; harsher, ‘Oh! Oh! Ooooooh fuck meeee! Just like that! Please don’t don’t fucking stop! Aah!’ She could feel her walls tightening around his massive member again. Just claiming all the space she offered him.

Walter grunted as he dug his fingers into her a little tighter. He finally let go of her arm and landed a few hard slaps on her ass cheeks.

Amarilla squeaked at the sudden sting that just made her body all the more tingle. ‘Goddamn! This is mine. Whose is it baby? Tell me who this pretty pussy belongs to?!’

His voice was sinister, dark and lewd. But the butterfly wings that beat viciously in her lower abdomen made her cave in. ‘Ooooh, this pussy is all yours baby.’

‘Huh,’ he smacked her ass harder before plunging his hips faster, ‘I can’t hear you baby, you're gonna have to speak up!’ He taunted with a grin spread across his lips.

‘FUCK! AUGH! IT’S YOURS!’

‘That’s my girl!’ He grunted as he brought his hips to a pause again, ‘Now fuck me back.’

Without question or hesitation, Amarilla began to bounce that pretty ass of hers back against him; twerking and shaking it in the process.

And animalistic growl rumbled in Walter’s throat as he watched her appetizing nectar coat him all the way to the hilt. ‘Damn you take me so well baby.’ He groaned.

His words enraptured her! Causing her to bounce even harder with a delighted grin on her face. But that was short lived when Walter took his control back.

Orgasms after orgasms, poor Amarilla started to lose count!

The moments spent wrapped up in Walter’s embrace felt like a blissful eternity. He took her places that she hadn’t been in years or… ever really. Hitting all the right spots and praising her all the same; she felt like she could truly conquer the world.

But that time wasn’t on their side because now Walter was edging closer to his release. ‘Uhhhhhh fuck,’ he had her wrapped up his arms at this point. One arm around her waist and the other around her chest as his hand squeezed her breast. He was spiraling. And she could feel it too.

‘Come on, baby! You’re almost there!’ Amarilla said wickedly; feeling this thickness stretch her walls with each delicious throb.

Walter’s face was buried in her neck, eyebrows tugged into one and his teeth gritted together. Him inhaling her scent just confirmed that all of this was truly real. His thrusts became short and his breathing became shallow. ‘Ahhh! Fuck, baby I’m about to cum!’

‘You’re gonna cum baby?!’

‘I’m gonna cum!’

Amarilla quickly pulled her body away, got on her knees before him; opening that pretty mouth of hers and sticking her tongue out.

Walter held himself before stroking his cock and squirting his load over the bed of her tongue. ‘Grrrrrrrraahhh— fuuuuck!’ His knees buckled and twitched as she swallowed all of his milky goodness, wrapping her full lips around his tip and sucking the rest of his cum out of him. ‘Ooooh— shiiiit.’ He grunted, pushing her hair out of her pretty face.

She was smiling like a kid in a candy store.

‘Do you feel better now, princess?’ He asked before wiping a drop of cum off of her lips with his thumb, and placing it on her tongue. Then he held his large hand out to her.

Carefully placing her hand in his, she stood up and sighed, ‘So much better.’ She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck and placing a litter of kisses on his lips.

Then, he looked down at her with a smirk before scooping her up into his arms. She giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist. ‘Where are we going now?’

‘The bedroom. There’s still a lot to be done before we go get Maylin tomorrow. And you are the only thing on the to-do list.’

Amarilla laughed out, her head falling back, ‘Boy, you’re so stupid!’

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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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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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Wet Dreams

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Warnings 18+: Cursing , Smut , Public Sex , Affair (Cheating) , Biting , Begging , Masturbation (Female Giving) , Doggy Style , Oral (Male Receiving) , Hair Pulling , Facial CumShot , Vocal Male (we love a loud male don’t we)

Description: Walter finds himself daydreaming about his best friend’s gorgeous wife.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Amarilla (Black!Plus Size Female)

Word Count: 2.5K

Song: Funny How Time Flies - Janet Jackson

Walter covered his yawn with a fist pressed to his gaped mouth. Between this case that just seem to never-ending and not getting an ample amount of sleep every night, he was dragging ass. Everyone around him just became blurbs that happened to walk and talk.

Frankly, the only time he didn’t feel so exhausted was when he was spending time with his daughter, Faye. He didn’t get to spend much time with her anyway but when he did, all of his focus belonged to her.

Walter soon found himself in the break room making himself his 4th cup of coffee that day. With no real remembrance of how he even got here in the first place.

‘Another one?’ His coworker, Linda asked with a smirk. She was walking over to do just the same thing. ‘Demanding day I see.’

‘Mmmm.’ He hummed nodding as he sipped on that freshly brewed coffee.

‘How’s that case coming along?’

‘Do you really wanna know?’ He asked in a less than amused tone.

‘Nah. Just wanted to make conversation.’ She giggled before pushing the blinking button on the coffee maker.

Walter smirked and shook his head, ‘Hmph.’ He huffed and left the break room.

***

The sound of ringing phones, chattering, stapling and flipping papers filled the air around him. It was enough to drive someone insane and to be honest, it was really hard to think this way.

He began to click the end of his pen vigorously, clenching his jaw together. And as the seconds ticked on, the more his nerves began to split. But by the grace of God, his name was called and suddenly, he was distracted all over again.

Looking back over his shoulder, Walter glared at the detention officer tiredly, ‘You have someone here waiting for ya.’

‘Wha?’ He asked himself as he stood up from his seat and followed the officer back towards the front desk. And there, he saw someone he never thought he’d see here.

‘Amarilla?’ Walter stood there dumbfounded for a second as the woman wrote down on the sign in sheet.

The gorgeous woman looked up at him with a charming and bright smile. ‘Walter! Hi!’ She scooped up a medium sized wooden basket with her right arm, and slung her left arm around his waist in a friendly hug.

Walter’s tiredness had seem to vanish for the moment as he beamed with happiness. It had been some time since he’d seen her last and she hadn’t changed much. She still had that gorgeous gingerbread colored skin that was adorned with cute little freckles across her nose. Her smile enchanted him and her pools of honey orbs bewitched him.

He returned the friendly side hug and looked down at her, ‘what are you doing here?! Where’s Matt?’ He looked up at the door to see if he was waiting outside.

‘He ain’t here. Is there somewhere would could talk?’ She asked as her head fell to the side and her left hand rest on her popped out hip.

‘Yeah. Of course come on,’ the two began to walk together down the hall, ‘It ain’t the best but it is quiet.’ He chuckled and the two caught up on their short journey.

***

‘Anyway, how’s Faye? And Angie? You know the last time we saw them that lunatic you put away was running around hurting people.’ She asked as she walked inside of the interrogation room. Then, she placed the wooden basket on the cool metal table and pulled her body up and sat down on the cool top.

‘Well, Faye is getting brattier by the year. Just goes to show that she belongs to me,’ he chuckled and then walked into the room. He then shut the door behind him and locked it. ‘And Angie is… Angie.’

As he approached her, he took the time to truly look her over. His tired eyes roamed over her curvy body. And since his brain was lagging from lack of sleep, his eyes lingered in certain spots longer than usual.

He watched as her chest rose and fell with each breath; causing her cleavage in her dress to spill over just a little more when she exhaled. The image caused a lump to grow in his throat and his mouth to salivate. Damn, you are delicious. He thought to himself.

Then, his eyes dropped to her stomach, her hips and thighs. He was just drinking her in.

‘Walt?’

He jumped, blinking slowly as his eyes finally shifted back up towards her and focused, ‘I’m… sorry, Amarila. Long nights. Long days.’

‘I believe it!’ Her head fell to the side as she cross her right leg over the other and rest her hands back against the table. ‘Are you just having trouble getting to bed or?’

‘Mostly…’ he said as he rubbed his face and folded his arms together.

Amarilla hummed softly, ‘hmm.’ And sized him quickly. Suddenly, she smirked — and then a twinkle beamed in her eye. ‘I think I may have the remedy for tiredness.’ And she carefully hopped off the table.

‘Listen, I have melatonin prescribed to me. At a dangerous amount might I add… anything you give me wouldn’t—‘

She walked up to him, slow and sensual. Her hips swaying with each step. Then, she pressed her acrylic nail against his lips. ‘Shhhh… when are you gonna learn… western medicine could never do the job which is why they keep having you go back so you can get more until it kills you…’ her voice was warm… sexy. ‘I have a more— natural remedy… one that’s been able to put Matt to bed quite a few times.’

Walter stared down at her, a little uncomfortable at the fact that she had those big pretty breasts pressed against his abdomen. And being that she was this close to him in such a wanting manner, he knew exactly what remedy she had.

The seductress grabbed his arm that was folded against his chest, and placed his large hand on her ass.

‘Awww damn.’ Walter groaned with his head falling back. ‘Amarilla, what are you doing?’ But he didn’t dare take his hand from that spot.

‘I’m helping a friend,’ her head fell to the side as she licked her full lips, ‘I’d do anything for my friends… and you are my friend,’ she reached down and caressed his slowly growing member through his jeans. ‘Aren’t you Walter?’

He let out a shuddered breath at her touch and then looked down at her, ‘Yes… I am.’

‘Good.’ She said as she grinned up at him.

He just stared down at her as she leaned up to kiss him. And soon enough, he’d met her half way and their lips crashed into one. He’d let out a slow exhale through his nose as she took all the breath from his lungs with that kiss.

But just because he was breathless didn’t mean he was dead. He held on to her ass, slowly digging his fingers into it; gripping her. His other hand roamed up her waist and his finger tips grazed her soft cleavage.

Once the kiss was broken, his lips found a new warmth. He kissed beneath her jaw, then the nape where her neck met her shoulder. There, he placed a gentle bite. And doing so, earned him a feverish moan to escape her lips, ‘ahhh.’

Walter throbbed in his pants at her reaction. Lord have mercy he just wanted to make her his. Forget the fact that she didn’t belong to him but, he wanted her more than he ever wanted someone.

She reached down between them with her right hand and began to unbuckle his belt and pants; while her other hand guided his chin back up so she could indulge on his lips once more. Once the obstacle course of his pants were out of the way, she didn’t hesitate to pull his veiny, throbbing member out of his pants and give it a gentle squeeze.

‘Mmm.’ Hummed Walter.

Amarilla let out a playful giggle and started to give him slow teasing strokes.

Walter hissed as she massaged at his erection. ‘Mmmm. Damn, Amarilla. This is so bad.’ He groaned as his head fell back, covering his face with his hands to muffle his calls.

‘It’s not. I’m only doing a friend a favor remember?’ She mewed out softly.

‘Fuck.’

‘Let me do the honors of making you feel good… from one friend.. to another.’ Then she slowly, carefully got on her knees before him.

Walter watched her, his chest heaving heavily as he was trying to piece all of this together and catch his breath.

He was massive. Hung and with unreleased seed that was waiting to be planted somewhere. Her eyes didn’t show a single ounce of fear or doubt. She opened her pretty little mouth and wrapped her lips around his uncut member.

Walter closed his eyes, ‘ahhhh…’ he moaned, ‘shit.’

She bobbed her head slowly on his length, allowing her cheeks and lips to get use this foreign object. Damn, Matt wasn’t as nearly as big as this. I better be careful. She thought to herself as she rest her hands on his thighs and gave them a gentle squeeze.

He looked down at her, his tired eyes now darkened with pure want and lust. He reached down, running his fingers through her pretty, freshly done twists. Then, he gripped them and started bobbing her head faster. ‘Ugggh, fuck. That pretty mouth feels so fucking good.’

Amarilla suddenly found herself shoving him deeper and deeper in her mouth and soon, she’d lost control and he began to thrust. Reaching down to grab her chin so she wouldn’t move, he kept trying to push her limits by bit by bit touching the back of her throat. And when it became too much for her, she placed her hands on his thighs and pulled away.

She gasped as she tried to catch her breath. His dick was coated in thick, sticky spit. So her being her, she went back in; allowing him to fuck her mouth as he saw fit.

Though she kept having to pull away so she could breathe, she found it sexy as hell how he would get so close to his finish but abort mission.

‘I want to feel you first. You’re just too pretty not to fuck.’

She grinned, wiping the corner of her lips with her thumb. He then reached down and brought her up to her feet. Without a moment to spare, he kissed her one more time. ‘Turn around.’ He demanded.

At his command, Amarilla turned her back on him, her big round ass pressed against his cock. Playfully, she bent over before him, her arms stretched out on the metal desk before them.

Lifting her body con fitted dress, he was marveled at this wonderful sight. She had a cute little heart tattoo on her right ass cheek. ‘That’s cute.’ He chuckled.

‘What?’ She asked, genuinely confused.

‘Your tattoo. I think it’s cute.’

‘Oh, Tehehe. Thanks!’

He pulled her panties off of her hips before she looked back, ‘You can take those home with you… may help you sleep good on other nights.’ She giggled.

‘Hmm,’ he smirked, ‘don’t mind if I do.’ And he shoved them in his back pocket for safe keeping.

Walter casually reached down to grab his member and press it against her wet slit. Desperately, she wiggled her hips back against him and he couldn’t help but sink within her. ‘Uhhhhhh— fuck—‘ he was damn near fighting his way in!

‘Oooohhhh yes.’ She moaned out, her eyes slightly rolling back and drifting close. A familiar numbness covered her body like an invisible shroud. And as soon as he began to thrust, she could already feel the impending orgasm brewing in her lower belly.

Resting his large hands on her waist, he slightly dug his hands in her. He wanted to make sure she wouldn’t try to crawl away from him. He needed her more than she could imagine right now. ‘Mmm! Mmm! Damn this pussy is so good! You’ve been hiding this from me!’ He said through gritted teeth, slamming his hips into her.

‘Uggghh! Yes! Please don’t fucking stop! Augh!’ She begged; looking back at him with puppy like eyes, her voice soft but menacingly.

With his hips ramming into hers, their sound echoed around in that small room. It sounded as if there was a single applause by they were the only ones there and no one was clapping.

Amarilla took it upon herself at one point and threw her ass back against him as he thrusted forward. And that was the icing on the cake. It didn’t take Walter long to finally succumb to her.

His knees buckled, and his thrusts became staggered, messy. His eyebrows tugged into one and his teeth clenched together. ‘Ugh! I’m gonna— I’m gonna …—‘ he pulled out of her in a hurry and pulled her down to her knees.

Mouth wide open and her tongue sticking out flat, she waited for Walter to create a masterpiece on her face.

Walter stroked his member a few times over her face, ‘Ugh! Ugh yeah… I’m there baby. Hold it!’ He let a loud god calling groan as he sprayed his seed on her pretty face. Completely emptying himself of what he had brewed up for a long time. ‘Ugggghhhh shiiiit.’

With that load, he was bound to get her pregnant.

She reached up and stroked him the rest of the way, squeezing out any left over cum he didn’t get out. She finally swallowed whatever that got in her mouth, and licked the left overs off of her thumb. ‘Mmmm.’ She moaned softly as she looked up at him happily.

Walter was too busy trying to catch his breath, and staring down at her in pure amazement.

‘Good Job my friend… now you’ll be able to sleep good tonight.’ She cheered happily.

‘Oh, thank you… so much… could I call you if I’m having anymore trouble?’ He said still trying to regain his composure.

‘Of course, Walter,’ she stood up and grabbed a napkin out of the picnic basket. ‘That’s what friends are for… to be there for each other.’ She then shot him a wink.

—

‘Walt, Walter? Hey? Anybody home?!’ She asked waving her hand over her friends tired eyes.

He had seem to blink himself out of a trance— a daydream of some sort. ‘Oh… sorry just— extremely tired…’ he groaned softly as he folded his arms and sat down at the table.

‘How often do you get rest?’ Amarilla asked with concern.

‘Not as often as I should, Amarilla…’

The room grew quiet for a moment, he was getting lost in the thought of sleep now… until—

‘I think I can help out with that.’ She said looking back at him over her shoulder with daring eyes.

Walter looked up at her and swallowed his spit. ‘Wha— what do you mean?’

‘Oh, don’t worry… it’s completely healthy… and 100% vegan.’

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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 11

Chapter 11: I Got Soul, But I’m Not A Soldier 

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: Kamaria’s attackers are sentenced. Walter devises a plan. 

Chapter warnings: a teeny bit of court stuff (sentencing), angst, panic attack, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), p-in-v sex, creampie

A/N: I AM NOT A LAWYER, nor do I pretend to be one. I did a little research(pray for my search history), and that’s it. Suspend your belief a bit here, folks. Un-beta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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One Month Later 

I never wanted this whole thing to end up a mini-circus. 

But that’s basically what ended up happening in the few short months since my abduction and assault.  

From the plethora of therapy appointments that both Walter and I have attended to the meetings with my legal team, I thought I was already bogged down with talking about what happened to me.

I told myself that no matter how many times I wrote it down or said it aloud, there was always going to be this piece of me that felt as though I could step right back into that nightmare but I wouldn’t allow myself to. 

I had done so much work to crawl out of that hole and I’ll be damned if I put even a toe back into that deep, dark space ever again. 

But the moment Walter and I stepped into the courthouse today for sentencing, I could barely hold myself together. I knew I would have to see Justin again, which wasn’t great but it wasn’t horrible. He was just another victim and if not for him, I would’ve never got the chance to escape. I might have never seen the love of my life ever again. 

I don’t owe him anything, I know that. It doesn’t make it feel any better knowing he’s going to be facing jail time. And it all stemmed from his involvement with a man who turned my life upside-down. 

Lloyd Hansen. 

His face haunted my dreams. His words haunted Walter. And his actions changed our lives forever. I wanted him to be tortured in some far-off dungeon where no one would be able to hear him scream. I needed him to feel broken, lost, and alone.  

I knew the judge wouldn’t give him the death penalty but I would have loved to have seen him get a lethal injection of Pavulon, potassium chloride, and midazolam. I fantasized about the midazolam failing to sedate him. Maybe the Pavulon kept him immobile while he felt the suffocating feeling of fluid in the lungs. And the potassium chloride without a sedative? The lava slowly tearing through his veins would be unimaginable pain. 

But that daydream would never come to life. I mean, all he did was kidnap and rape me. Let’s not get started on the unfairness of the American legal system. I could be here all day long. 

The uncomfortable wooden bench under me wasn’t enough to distract me from where I was. Walter in my ear with soothing words didn’t stop me from staring at the back of Lloyd’s head the entire time. My worry about what they would do to Justin didn’t stop me from feeling like he deserved to be punished. He still acted in my worst interest whether or not he thought he was doing some version of the right thing by helping me escape. 

I barely pay attention until the sentencing is read. Walter grips my hand tight and I focus my energy on watching the two men stand before the judge to get their lashings. I could tell he wants to bury Lloyd, and he feels somewhat sad for Justin but he would not let it sway his judgment. I take a deep breath and listen as their fates were decided. 

Justin is sentenced to 16 years with the possibility of parole for drug possession and being an accomplice to kidnapping. He cries loudly as the officers take him away. 

Lloyd is sentenced to 70 years without the possibility of parole for criminal sexual conduct in the second degree, rape in the second degree, and kidnapping in the second degree. He smiles, looking back at me to wink before he is taken away. 

Relief was too small of a word for what I felt. It was more like liberation, emancipation, or deliverance. The massive weight of anxiety fell off of my shoulders as if it wasn't glued to me for the past few months. 

My eyes become blurry with unshed tears, I try and blink them away but they fall down my cheeks before I can stop them. Clearing my throat, I try desperately to calm myself but nothing works. I hiccup, my breathing stuttering as I fail at stopping a panic attack from starting. 

Before I know it, Walter is ushering me out into a small room just outside the courtroom. His hands are on my face and he is speaking slowly and clearly, knowing my brain is catching up to the here and now. 

“It’s over, Kam. We never have to see those bastards again. You’re safe with me.” He kisses my forehead and my breathing slows as if it was a button to be pressed, “Are you here with me?” 

I hear his question and look up into his eyes, “I wanna go home. I want you to help me forget all about this. I just wanna be with you and not think about anything else, please?” 

“Of course, Princess.” No sooner are the words out of his mouth is my hand in his and he is walking me out of the room. 

We speak shortly with my attorney, or rather, Walter speaks for me as I'm still a bit in shock at everything. Once hands are shaken and goodbyes are said, we make our way out of the courtroom and out of the courthouse.  

We make it to Walter’s truck and as I get in, I realize how hot he looks in a suit. As he walks around the front, he pulls off his blazer. The way his dress shirt clings to his strong back, wide chest, and defined arms has me salivating. Inside the cab, he notices me staring. 

“What?” He nervously chuckles and his eyebrows shoot up. 

“You clean up nice, you know? I mean, you are sexy in a suit.” I can’t believe I was so anxious this morning that I didn’t notice how the blue in his tie brought out his eyes. 

A pink hue colors the tips of his ears and his neck. I just made Walter Marshall blush. As if reading my mind, he looks around before his eyes come back to me. Biting his lip, he shakes his head. 

“Princess, we are not fucking in this parking structure. As much as I want to bend you over the bed of this truck and fuck you until your moans are bouncing off of the cement walls, I’d much rather have you in bed or the couch or the dining room table.” 

“But Daddy, I want you.” My hand slides over my thigh and underneath the skirt of my dress. 

“You think I don’t want you, babygirl?” He takes my other hand and places it over his hardening length, “I want nothing more than to be inside you. But I’m taking us home first.” He starts the truck and moves out of the spot, starting us on the road home. 

“Yes, Daddy.” I concede, my fingertips touching the gusset of my panties where a wet spot is forming, “Daddy, can you drive with one hand?” I try and get him to touch me in one last hopeful effort. 

Without looking away from the road, his right hand comes to rest on my thigh and gives it a good squeeze. Slowly moving between my legs, he cups my pussy and then moves a single finger up and down the front of my panties. 

He presses a finger in til he feels my clit and rubs there a bit. My moans fill the cab of his truck and I lean back in my seat. Sliding his finger down, he moves my panties to the side to feel the evidence of my arousal. He removes his fingers and sucks them into his mouth before returning them to my entrance. Pressing in, he is welcomed by my wet heat. Starting a rhythm, he oscillates between steady strokes and clit stimulation. 

Before long, we are close to home. During the final stretch of streets, he slows down right as I could feel my orgasm approaching. 

“Fuck, you are absolutely soaked. Poor little pussy really needed some attention. Just hold it for a little longer baby. I’ll let you cum soon enough.” 

“Yes, Daddy.” I moan, my brain tries to keep up but it’s just too flustered with a pre-orgasmic stupor. I don’t even notice that we make it home and are in the driveway until I feel his fingers slip free.  

He reaches his hand up to my lips and I suck them dry, tasting myself on his thick fingers. He grips himself through his slacks and takes his hand away. He looks me up and down then exits the truck. Walking around the front, he keeps his eyes down, unbuttoning his cuffs and folding them up those veiny forearms. Once he reaches the passenger side, he helps me out and closes the door behind me. 

With a giant paw wrapped around my hand, I am being led into the house quickly. As soon as the front door closes, Walter lifts me off my feet and wraps my legs around his waist. Walking the distance to the bedroom, he reaches a hand behind me to unzip my dress. 

He puts me down in the bedroom, and my dress pools at my feet. He kneels to help me step out of the dress. My bra and panties were the next to go. I stand in front of him in a simple pair of black heels. 

“Any objection to the heels staying on?” He asks, letting a new fetish be known. 

“No, Daddy,” I murmur, suddenly struggling to keep myself together given that he is fully clothed and I am in my birthday suit. 

“Good. Sit down and open those legs wide for Daddy, Princess.” His hands roam from my ankles to my inner thighs before he kneels between my open legs.  

Walter’s POV 

Using my thumbs to open her outer labia delicately, I'm pleased to see her honey dripping. She was so worked up in the truck and this poor little pussy is ready to burst. 

But not yet. I’m going to tease it first. 

I gather some of her juices on a finger and swirl it around her clit, but I never quite make contact with the swollen bundle of nerves. I kiss her inner thighs and nip at them which always makes her groan and I am once again showered in her sex noises. She has the best fucking sounds. From her words to the sounds her body makes, it’s all beautiful. 

I move my finger to circle her entrance and slip in slowly. Her hands go to her breasts, she knows I haven’t given her permission to touch me yet. She also knows that grabbing my hand will only stop my movements. But she is always allowed to touch herself while I’m taking care of her cunt. 

Her tight heat envelops my finger and I move in and out of her folds. It’s torturously slow and I can feel her body trembling with the anticipation that I’ll either speed up or add another finger.  

When I don’t do either, she wiggles her hips and whines. The quick slap to her clit has her remembering to use her words. 

“Daddy, can you please use two fingers? Please? I need it,” The sound of her begging is music to my ears. 

Instead of answering, I wet another finger in her nectar and slide it in slowly to let her adjust to the thickness. The immediate squeeze around my fingers is mind-blowing. I can feel her inner muscle on my fingertips and I massage it gently, but not enough to let her cum. 

Leaning in, I circle my tongue around her clit as my finger did before. Only this time, I relent and give her clit sharp flicks with my tongue. She’s putty in my hands and that’s how I like it.  

All she needs is me, and all I need is her. 

I take her nub into my mouth and suck it gently, still tonguing it ever so gently. With the mix of her in my mouth and on my fingers, it’s not long before my cock is hard as a rock and pressing against the front of my boxer briefs. 

I squeeze myself through my slacks and go back to eating this delicious pussy. I decide she can cum and I speed up my fingers and suck her bud harder. The moans that flow from her signal that she is close and I relish the change in the room when she finally lets go. 

Curling my fingers, I continue to stroke inside her as she rides out her orgasm. Giving kitten licks to her clit as her hips wiggle, no doubt feeling very sensitive. It’s not that I don’t care, it’s just that the more sensitive she is, the harder her next orgasm will be and I wanna feel that one on my dick. 

With my fingers still inside her, I stand up and unzip my slacks and pull out my painfully hard length. Pulling out of her warmth, I use that hand to stroke myself. I watch her as she watches me use her cum as lube.  

Moving her up the bed, I climb in. With one hand on her stomach, I use the other to position myself at her entrance. Sliding home, I groan at the sensation of her core molding to my girth.  

It is always so surprising that it never gets old. I love that first moment of being inside her. Letting her adjust to my fat dick for a moment, I pull back and push back in. I hold both of her thighs open so I have full range to fuck her. 

Pushing her legs back as far as they will go without hurting her, I start a punishing rhythm. The slap of our bodies moving together is a symphony. The movement of her breasts and stomach reminds me of an ocean wave ebbing and flowing. This woman is perfect, inside and out. 

Letting go of her legs, I lean down and kiss her passionately. Holding her close, I continue to fuck into her. In this position, I can stimulate not only her G-spot but her clit as well. 

It’s not long until I feel her breathing hitch and feel her pussy fluttering around me. Her moans turn into sobs as her orgasm takes over her. I grind my hips into hers and help her to stretch it out. 

I get back up on my knees, my hands on either side of her head. I look down into her eyes for a moment and resume kissing her cervix with my tip. She throws her head back and I take the opportunity to kiss and suck at her neck. Leaving lovebites behind isn’t usually my style.  

But anything goes today. And she is gonna have to try and cover up evidence of my love. On her espresso skin, I have to suck very hard to leave a mark. Challenge accepted. 

Her hands are in my sweat-slicked curls before long and we reclaim eye contact. Something in her eyes draws me in and pretty soon, I am fighting to hold off my orgasm. 

Just like she always does, she comes to my rescue. 

“Daddy, I need your cum inside me. Please cum for me?” Her big brown eyes pierce through me like a fucking bullet and I’m done for. 

“I’m gonna cum for you, Princess. Fuck! Ugh,” With one last press forward, my balls tighten and I shoot my load into her greedy little snatch. I feel like I’m cumming for what feels like a full minute. 

I stay inside her, attempting to regain control of my body and my brain. She strokes the hair at the nape of my neck and I kiss over the already bruising spots on her dark skin. When my softening cock slips from her, I sit back on my heels to look at my handiwork. 

Her swollen pussy is leaking with my spend and I feel that swell of pride inside me. She’s nice and full because of me. I unconsciously rub at her stomach as I watch my jizz leak and I feel her hand on mine. 

She just smiles at me as I look into her eyes. There is something behind that smile, but I don’t have enough brainpower to work through it right now. I lay next to her and pull her into my arms. I listen as her breathing evens out and she falls asleep shortly after. 

Looking down at her, I wipe my thumb across her brow and she stirs a bit before settling back to sleep. I smile and try to get my brain to work, but it’s to no avail. She’s wiped me out and I couldn’t be happier. 

There are a few things that would make me happier. But all in due time. I figure I’ll start small and work my way up. 

Step 1: Ask her to move in with me because she already basically lives here. 

Step 2: Ask her to be my wife because I already made up my mind that she is the love of my life. 

Step 3: Ask her to make a baby with me because she’s so great with Faye and seeing that belly of hers swollen with my child would make me so happy. 

But I will worry about all that later. We can take our time with everything. Neither of us is very keen on rushing things. But one thing is for certain. 

We want to spend the rest of our lives together. That’s what matters. 

Chapter 12 (coming soon) 

A/N: Welcome back to my story. Haven’t posted since June. I missed my babies. Songs for this chapter are All These Things That I’ve Done by The Killers and Streets – Silhouette Remix by Doja Cat. 

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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Such A Funny Thing For Me To Try To Explain

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC 

Word count: 3.1K

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

Chapter Summary: Kamaria deals with some hard truths about herself, while Walter tells Kamaria how he really feels.

Chapter warnings: uncomfortable conversations, Daddy kink, non-barrier contraception (no condom usage), creampie, breeding kink, the itis

A/N: This chapter takes place directly after Chapter 5. Call it a continuation, if you will. Also, the last chapter was very Walter-centric and this chapter is about 33% Kamaria POV and 67% Walter POV. Un-beta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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Kamaria’s POV

Early Saturday Morning

I am awakened by Walter’s strong arms wrapped around me, gently shaking me. Fuck.

“Kam, baby, wake up!” his voice quakes, as he turns my face to look at him. 

“I’m awake,” I mumble, my body still trembling.

“You were having an awful nightmare. I’ve been trying to wake you for some time now,” he began wiping a cold compress across my sweaty forehead, “You don’t have to tell me what the nightmare was about, but please know I only want to help you, baby.”

Well, here goes everything, I guess.

“My heart and my brain have begun a war between each other. My heart knows you care about me, but my mind is trying its hardest to figure out the how and the why. It is struggling to find the logic in how a man like you could like a girl like me. It leaves me in the middle straining to be heard,” I sniffle, letting him take my hands in his own, “I’ve had so many people in my life that have either left me or given me reasons to leave. My mother, my ex-lovers, and my friends. I have felt for so long that I am the one that gets left behind. I’m not allowed to have happiness and love. And then I met you and my world sort of imploded.”

“Imploded in a positive way, I presume?” he wonders.

“A very positive way, Walter. So positive, my psyche can’t understand it. And you literally said to me last night that you weren’t going anywhere and it was like a breath of fresh air. Almost like you knew what I needed to hear and you just said it. And I missed you so much all week but I didn’t want to bug you while you were spending time with Faye. I want you to have the relationship with Faye that I wish I had with my Dad,” I whimper, wiping at my unshed tears. 

“Please know that if you ever need me while I am with Faye, get in touch with me, baby. You are important to me, Angel. You can’t possibly interrupt my relationship with Faye, so stop thinking you are doing so, please. How did therapy go?” he questions.

“In yesterday’s therapy session, I kept bringing up our usual after-work hang-out time and how it has become kind of routine to me. And I think maybe I experienced a kind of sub-drop as a result of it not happening this week. So by Friday, I needed your company and I jumped at the first opportunity to have you near me.”

“I need to ask you something, baby,” he says, his hand moving to my chin to turn my face toward his, “Is sub-drop the reason we had sex last night? Would you have waited longer?”

As he searches my eyes for the answer, my hand comes up to hold onto his wrist. “The reason we had sex last night is that I was ready. I was ready to experience that with you. I will say that sub-drop allowed me not to feel anxious about asking for what I needed though. I was so nervous that you wouldn’t want to have sex this soon.”

“If I had my way, I would’ve had you our first weekend together but that would have been too soon. I just knew I wanted you. So I didn’t force you last night, then?”

“Not at all, Walter. You had multiple check-ins with me and you made sure I felt comfortable and safe and cared for. You were perfect.”

“Thank fuck, I got worried there for a minute,” he lets out a nervous laugh, “You can always talk to me about these things, love. That’s why I’m here. To help shoulder the burden of what that brain decides to throw at you.”

“I know, but I-”

“No buts. Come to me the next time you are feeling unsure about something. Especially when it is to do with me. I want nothing more than to put you at ease, Angel.”

I climb up into his lap and wrap my arms around him. “Thank you. I promise I will come to you the next time I feel off.”

“That’s my good girl,” he soothes, giving my lips a quick peck, “Now, I have a question for you, Angel. I wanted to ask last night but I was too busy in a post-orgasmic haze.”

“Oh, my goodness. What is your question?” I send a prayer up to the heavens that I can handle his next words.

He smiles at me, and it has this hint of flirtation and domination within it. I love it when he smiles like that at me. Just knowing he has that power over me, but also that he wants me to know I’m safe with him.

“So, does my baby girl have a breeding kink?” Oh, that old chestnut?

I shift in his lap and start to look down and he lifts my head back up so we are eye-to-eye. “I mean, I didn’t really have it before you. Just with how much you cum, and how good you felt inside me…I just, in that moment, needed to feel you filling me up. And then I thought if I told you what I fantasize about, you would give it to me. Not give me a baby, because that would be way too soon. But, at least, give me a creampie. And you came so fucking hard, and I was beyond turned on. It was so hot, feeling you explode inside me. Even now, I can still feel it.” I shift in his lap again, trying to find any kind of friction until he stills my hips.

“As much as I wanna go for another round, it actually hasn’t been that long. It’s only a bit past 2 in the morning, and I don’t wanna hurt this little pussy. Well, I do wanna beat it up but it needs rest. As do we, Angel. Come on, let’s get some more sleep, and when we wake up, I’ll make sure and fill you up, ok?”

“Yaaaaaaaaas. Thank you, thank you, thank you! The sooner we get to sleep, the sooner you can turn me into a creme-filled treat.” I laugh, making him chuckle behind me as he cuddles into me.

Walter’s POV

Mid-Saturday Morning

I wake up to the sounds of light snores in my ear. Needless to say, I arise with a smile on my face. I attempt to snuggle closer and embrace her a bit but in my morning daze, I just squeeze her and wake her up by accident.

Her little whimper as she wakes is possibly the cutest sound I have ever heard. I’m tempted to have her make that sound again but I decide against it.

“How long have you been awake, baby?” she slurs a bit, rubbing her eyes.

“Not long. Promise I didn’t even have time to watch you sleep all creepy-like,” I laugh, leaning back when she turns around to face me.

“Awww, you weren’t my favorite kind of creep? Rats. Next time, then.”

“You’re terrible, you know that right?” 

“Can’t be that terrible. You’re in my bed. I’m in your arms. That spells romance to me,” she leans in and nuzzles my nose with hers. Why do I feel feral over that gesture?

“Right, you got me there,” I smile down at her, “How romantic is it that all I’m thinking about is filling that pretty pussy with my cum? I mean, I did promise you I would do that when we woke up.”

I have never seen her move quicker as she climbs atop me. With that movement, I and my dick are fully awake.

“I’d say that is the most romantic thing I have ever heard, Daddy,” she moans in my ear and cards her fingers through my hair. I take the opportunity to grab her hips and push her back onto me, reveling in the noises coming from her as she adjusts to the size.

“Fuck, Princess. So hot and tight for me. Take what you need from me, baby. Daddy wants you to ride for a while,” I groan, drinking in her sexiness like a fine wine.

She places her hands on my chest and lifts and lowers her hips until she can get a good rhythm going. And when she does, I am in heaven. The feeling of the motion of her hips is unlike anything I’ve ever had. Like she’s dancing on my dick and I’m not in control. 

She has all of the control and I couldn’t be more pleased. The way she works those hips, the way she looks down at me. I could not have imagined that the girl I helped not to fall that day would be above me, writhing and moaning herself to an orgasm. I could not have imagined that I would be in love this soon. But that’s what they say right? When it’s right, it’s right.

With her, it’s so fucking right. I reach up and caress her cheek, locking eyes with her. When she smiles at me, her eyes sparkle and it’s like she can see all my flaws and she just runs with them. She knows I want to care for her, and she lets me. For the most part, that is. There are still moments that I wish she would come to me, but I’m a patient man.

It looks like my Angel isn’t as patient.

“Mmm, Daddy, please may I cum?” she pleads, swiveling her hips.

I can’t deny her anything and she fucking knows it. “Yes. Cum with me, Angel,” I say, grabbing her hips and planting my feet so I can pound into her. Not even a moment later, I can feel her walls squeezing me like a vice. I tumble after her, spilling inside her and fulfilling my promise. I pull her down to entangle our moans in a searing kiss.

We part to catch our breath, foreheads together and eyes closed. There is nothing better than moments like this, I find. When one or both of us are spent, all we can do is breathe and clutch each other. We melt into each other and become one. 

I need to tell her how I feel, that’s a given. But first, I want to show her how I feel. And the first step is to care for her, as usual. Especially as it looks like her bones have left the building, and so has her brain as she has gone quiet. 

I scoop her up in my arms and leave the bedroom for the bathroom, setting her on the toilet before turning on her shower. I can tell she barely registers what is going on but she allows herself to be maneuvered into the spray after I put her shower cap over her hair. I let her get adjusted to the water while she is still basking in her afterglow.

I finally see that fruity and fragrant body wash she always smells like and lather it into her with a loofah. If I spend a little extra time massaging in the lather over her breasts and ass, she doesn’t seem to mind. I rinse her body under the stream and can’t help but leave kisses across her espresso skin. 

I turn off the water and get out of the shower first and grab her towel, holding it out for her to exit. She allows me to dry her off from top to bottom, letting me kneel at her feet to dry them. Taking off her shower cap, I leave it on its hook. Wrapping her towel around her, I lead her back to the bedroom. Wordlessly, she points to her lotion and I pick it up before coming back to her. I tell her to hold it momentarily as I walk to get my phone from my pocket and queue up ‘Angel’ by FINNEAS.

I take the lotion back from her and let the towel fall to the ground as the song starts. As I massage lotion into her perfect skin, I tell her, “This song has been on my mind for a while now. Actually, I heard Faye listening to it this week and now it’s just part of my memory banks now.” I chuckle, she joins in soon enough.

‘Nothing good lasts forever

But nights with you are better

So go slow

I never knew I needed you

Before I found you for the first time, hmm

I'm out of step, I'm off my feet

I'm waking up inside a dream

Teach me how to fly’

As the song goes on, I moisturize her skin. It is as soothing to me as it is to her. Almost like a love language. Wait, are acts of service a part of my love language? We’ll come back to that later.

I kneel down at her feet to get her lower half and the song reaches its crescendo. I caress her skin and look up at her face. She looks so perfect as she smiles down at me. Her hands fall into my hair, something I’ve noticed is a bit of an antsy habit with her. She does it when I stare at her for a beat longer than I usually would, or when she doesn’t know what to say. I just love it so much, I never want her to stop.

“I love it when you play with my hair, Angel,” I close my eyes, leaning into her. Wrapping my arms around her, I kiss her belly. It is one of my favorite things about her. I could kiss and caress it all day long if she would let me. I’m sure she would. I would just have to ask.

“Well good because I love playing in your hair. I mean, these curls are like my Kryptonite,” she giggles sonorously.

“Angel, there’s something else I love,” I say, returning to my full height, “Take a guess.”

“Oh, that’s easy. You love me, right?” she throws her head back and laughs, and I can tell that she is joking and she has no clue just how right she actually is. I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up so she can see the sincere smile on my face.

“I love you, Kamaria,” I search her eyes until she gets it and when she does, her eyes twinkle with unshed tears. And it breaks my fucking heart. I can tell she is questioning how and why I love her and I have to put a stop to that line of thinking. “I love you because you let me care for you. You allow me to be myself and not have to be grumpy and standoffish all the fucking time. I love your smile. I love your personality. I love the way you look at me as if I hung the moon. Let me love you, please?”

She’s nodding quickly as a single tear falls. “I love you too, Walter.”

I lean down and capture her lips. It is only then that I realize that we are both naked still. Being naked is being vulnerable. And we just took a giant leap in our relationship. I have to make sure she feels comfortable.

“Why don’t we get you into some comfy clothing and I take you out for brunch, yeah? We can hold hands and make annoying romantic faces at each other the whole time.”

She looks as though she breathes a sigh of relief before she smiles up at me. “Goodness, you really do love me. How else would you know I wanted some pancakes right now?”

“Well, I did hear your stomach grumble a bit while I was down there. But I know we’ve had sex twice in about twelve hours with no nourishment in between so it’s only right that I feed you more than my cum, ya know?”

“Oh, my God! I fucking love you for that one,” she walks away to her dresser.

“Say it again.”

“I love fucking you, I mean, I fucking love you.” she winks at me and before I can even think to punish her for that, I sputter into a laughing fit and have to put my hands on my knees to calm down.

“Damn, that was a good one. I can’t top that so I’m gonna put on my clothes and admit defeat right now.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy. I take the L so often. It was only right that I get a W at some point. Kinda funny it happens while naked during expressions of looo-ooove,” she sing-songs, pulling out a comfy sweater from her closet.

“Does the W stand for Win or Walter?” I wink as she rolls her eyes at me.

“Ya know what? I will dignify that with a response. The W does stand for Walter. I deserve you. I fucking deserve love and happiness and cheesy romantic moments! Now, put some pants on, and let’s go get pancakes and whatever the fuck a full English breakfast is.”

“We’re not getting an English breakfast that’s anywhere near as good as what I can make at home. Trust me. Let’s stick to pancakes and bacon and like, grits or something. Have you ever had grits?”

“Oh, hun. Yeah, I’ve had grits. I’ve had, like, so many types of grits too. Shrimp grits, cheese grits, creamy grits. Damnit, now I want something savory.”

“No one is saying you can’t have whatever you want, Angel.” I offer, pulling up my trousers and looking at her.

I see her catch herself before she speaks. “You know what? You’re so fucking right. I’m putting on my stretchy pants today. I am gonna eat to my heart’s content. Eat grease and butter until I need a nap. That is my ideal way to spend the rest of the day if you don’t mind?”

“I fucking love that idea. Get those stretchy pants on. And maybe pack an overnight bag? I have an idea for tomorrow and I want you there for it. Unless you have plans?” I suggest as I pull my shirt over my head.

“No plans for me. I’d love to stay the night and see what this idea of yours is,” she agrees, pulling out her overnight bag from her closet.

After she packs up her bag, we head to a diner on the way back to my house. We eat to our heart’s content and it is true. As soon as we get back to my house, we take a long nap. The itis, as Kam called it, had surely beaten us, and we were happy to lose. And I was happy to be holding the woman I loved, and who loved me, in my arms.

I am so fucking lucky.

Chapter 7

A/N: The chapter title is taken from ‘Crazy In Love’, the Sofia Karlberg version is on the Spotify playlist. I feel the need to apologize to not only Beyonce but to the Beyhive. I needed the slowed-down version, but I kinda hate the version Bey did. I’ll die on the hill that Sofia’s slow version is better. If this stops you from reading the story further, I completely underst-Call your dad, you're in a cult!

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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Love Me At The Ungodly Hour

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC 

Word count: 4.2K

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

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

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

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

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Monday Morning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Walter’s POV

Friday Evening

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

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

Me: Back to an empty house

Me: How’s my Angel?

Kam: Missing Daddy 🥺

Me: My baby girl

Me: I miss you too

Me: I’m right here

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

Kam: I need Daddy here

Kam: [image sent] 

Me: Fuck

Me: Look at that pretty little pussy

Me: Does baby need Daddy’s cock?

Me: You ready for that?

Kam: [video sent]

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

Me: Daddy is on his way 

Me: I’ll be there in about ten

Me: Keep playing with that perfect pussy for me

Me: Get it nice and wet

Me: NO CUMMING, is that clear?

I wait with bated breath for her to respond. 

Kam: Yes, Daddy

Kam: Need Daddy inside me please

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

Me: Daddy is in the truck already

Me: Ten minutes baby

Me: Then you’re all mine

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Love me at the ungodly hour

I don't have the time

To teach you how to love all over again

And let me ask you this

Are you givin' all that you could give?

Once you get it right

Baby, just know I want you here, come here

Right here’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I love her.

Chapter 6

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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: We Showed The World That We Exist

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC 

Word count: 5.1K

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

Chapter Summary: Kamaria and Walter play hooky to deal with unforeseen stressors.

Chapter warnings: panic attack (dissociation episode), oral sex (f receiving), finger fucking, therapy session, squirting 

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Word has spread like wildfire around the office about me and Walter dating. It didn’t take long at all for news that the grumpy bear of a detective and the new intern are fucking. We actually aren’t even doing that, yet. It’s only been a few days but the rumor mill in the police station is like a damn high school hallway. And I have Nina and Sophie to thank for that.

I swear, no one listens to interns. Like, ever. Unless it is about gossip. And I made friends with the loudest, and the actual kindest, gossipmongers. I know they mean well, they’ve made it clear they are glad that Walter smiles more. I like being the cause of his change of mood, as well.

With everyone aware of our relationship, things are kind of weird. Like, weird around the ex, kind of weird. 

It’s not like Rachel and Walter were super friendly after they decided not to date. Sometimes, and I would never tell Walter this, I feel like he felt for Rachel because she saved his life. A case of transference, perhaps?

But, they at least seemed cordial towards each other. Rachel felt enough of a connection to reach for his hand, the thought still burns in my mind. But Walter and I did have our first kiss after that, so grain of salt, ya know?

Rachel just seems like someone pissed in her oatmeal every time she walks by me. She couldn’t possibly be jealous of me. I don’t get her, honestly. Is it an “if she can’t have him, no one can” thing? Because I wouldn’t have thought she would go for pettiness. Never underestimate a woman on a mission, though. 

Walter and I agree to get to work a bit early so we could hang out in his office until I have to start work. The man may be seen as prickly by most people in the office, but it is like night and day when it comes to me. He can be so thoughtful, and so in tune with my emotions that it can be like he’s reading my mind. Which is both cute and slightly annoying, because I can never hide what I’m feeling. 

Like this morning, for example. My mind has been racing. So many things to think about, from my work to Walter to Rachel to my anxiety about dating openly in the office to what I’m going to choose to talk about in therapy today. And I can’t seem to make it stop or slow down. Which is when I feel a hand on mine. 

I look up to see Walter crouching next to the chair I’m sitting in. I don’t remember sitting down. I barely remember walking into this office.

“There she is,” he says, brushing a hand over my confused brow, “you had me so worried back there.” I notice the fear in his eyes now.

“Sometimes, my anxiety takes over and I just check out,” I mutter, looking around the office, “I remember getting out of my car and kissing you and then nothing until just now.”

“Does this happen a lot?” I hear the tremble in his voice but I don’t mention it.

“Hasn’t happened in months. I can usually sense it before other people can, though. Sort of like a panic attack, but not really because I don’t panic, I just…move? It’s hard to explain,” I ramble on, trying to get my bearings.

“It sounds like your brain is working on autopilot due to stress. I’m no therapist, but I’ve seen how stress can affect people in different ways,” he suggests, holding my hand in his, “I hope I’m not overstepping here, but a new relationship becoming public can be quite stressful. Especially when it’s in a work setting where one person’s ex is also a coworker. It’s no wonder you’re feeling like this.”

“Well, when you put it like that, I can’t deny that it is a lot,” I concede, feeling all sorts of vulnerable.

“You have therapy today around 1, right?” he asks before I nod to confirm, “And where is your therapist’s office?”

“Well, I was going to do it virtually today. But she’s close-ish. Between here and my apartment,” I answer, wondering where this is going.

“I have a suggestion, which you are more than welcome to decline. But, in my head, it sounds like a good id-”

“Baby, you’re babbling,” I laugh, stopping his rant.

“I think you should ask to see your therapist in person. We can take the rest of the day off and I could drive you to the appointment if you’d like,” he urges, “Besides, it’s the weekend. They won’t mind if we skip out a bit early.”

“Skip out early? I didn’t even clock in yet,” I remind him, still thinking about work instead of my mental health. Very typical of me.

“Perfect, then. I still have personal time to use, and you told me you were given some personal time when you signed on, so that covers today. We’ll let your manager know you’re not feeling well on the way out,” he says, moving about his office and collecting his things before realizing I’m yet unmoving, “Fuck! Did I just plan your entire day?”

I smile up at him, adoration in my eyes. “You did, but with the best of intentions,” I comment, standing up from the chair, “You’re right, though. I kinda need the routine of going into the office today and I could use a day off even if it’s only my first week.”

“Look at you, already smiling. I count that as a win,” he hums, reaching for my hand, squeezing as our fingers interlace.

We head out of the station after a short talk with my boss. Tell a man you’re having ‘feminine trouble’ and he all but shoos you out of the building. Thank God for small favors.

Walter heads home after insisting I go home to change clothes and grab whatever I needed to feel comfortable for the rest of the day at his place. Arriving home, I immediately start to pack my overnight bag. I choose to ignore the nagging voice questioning my actions. I might want to stay over or change clothes again for some reason. So, take that, Nag-atha Christie!

I call my therapist’s office and request to come into the office today. I say that my schedule has changed and I would prefer to be seen in the office. The receptionist is super sweet and lets me know she will inform Yada of the change. I hope Yada doesn’t worry. I mean, I’m slightly worried about my little episode earlier but I feel at least a bit better now.

I change into some yoga pants, a loose-fitting top, a hoodie, and some comfy old sneakers. I spot Beary Allen sitting atop my bed and resign to bringing him over to Walter’s house as well. I usually can’t sleep without him so I don’t chastise myself too much for bringing along something for comfort. 

I check my overnight bag to make sure I have everything I need, and some stuff I don’t need but I want to have just in case. And if I reach into my nightstand and grab condoms, then that is my business until it is Walter and I’s business. Not that I plan on doing anything, but I like being prepared for multiple eventualities. In any case, I refuse to let myself feel anything but poised for success. I also refuse to define success, so there’s the end of that.

I hear Walter’s text tone going off in my pocket and pull out my phone.

Walter Marshall: Didn’t change your mind did you, Princess?

Me: Of course not!

Me: I was just making sure I have everything

Me: Including Beary Allen

Me: 😁

Walter Marshall: The…Flash? But like, a bear?

Me: I love that you get exactly what I meant

Me: And you haven’t even met Beary

Walter Marshall: I was right???

Me: You’ll meet him soon

Me: He’s my emotional support animal

Me: I’m leaving now to come to you

You have shared your location.

Me: Now, you can tell where I am at all times

Me: Just as a safety thing

Walter Marshall: Wow ok

Walter Marshall: Thank you for trusting me with this

Me: You’re welcome

Me: Try to act like you didn’t follow my location the entire time I was on my way to your place 😉

Walter Marshall: No promises

I’m already back in my car by the time his text comes through, I know he’s gonna follow me the whole way to his house. It’s honestly adorable. I can tell he misses me when I’m not around. He likes me, and I like him too. It doesn’t take me long to get to his house and he’s standing outside when I park in the driveway.

“You failed to play it cool, Detective,” I laugh, grabbing my overnight bag and Beary from the passenger seat before exiting my car.

“I never promised to play it cool,” he smiles, reaching out to take my overnight bag from me, “Hmm, planning on staying a bit?” 

“I figured it would be best to be prepared,” I propose, clutching onto Beary, secretly glad that Walter didn’t offer to take him as well. No one has ever touched Beary besides me.

“May I address Mr. Allen directly? Or does he only speak with you?” he poses the question completely seriously.

It takes every ounce of my resolve not to melt. “You may address him directly.”

“Mr. Allen, may I call you Beary?” he waits for a response, “I just want you to know I plan on taking care of Kam during her stay here, however long that may be…Yes, of course…I wouldn’t dream of it. So we have an understanding. Shake on it?” He reaches out and shakes Beary’s tiny paw, winking at me as he pulls his hand back. If he’s not careful, I will fall so fucking hard for this man.

Walter takes my hand, kisses it gently, and brings me inside. I start to lean down to remove my shoes, but he stops me and kneels to do it himself.

“You don’t have to-” I start, before being cut off.

“I know I don’t have to, Princess,” he agrees, placing my shoes next to his, “but I want to take care of you today, so allow me to do so, please?”

I open my mouth to protest, but a stern look from Walter makes me rethink that choice and only nod.

“Good girl,” he praises, standing up to hover over me, “I know it must be hard to let someone take care of you, but since I’ve taken on that role, I plan on not having you lift a finger if I can help it. Sorry, not sorry.”

“That’s some Prince Charming shit right there,” I blurt out, there goes my filter flying away in the wind again. Luckily, Walter just laughs at that and kisses my forehead. 

We end up hanging out around his house for a few hours, having far too many snacks and too much coffee. What can I say, we’re both caffeine addicts and snack goblins. The only reason I ignore the voice telling me I’ve had enough snacks is the fact that Walter is hand-feeding me pieces of fruit. He was not kidding about me not lifting a finger. I could get used to this.

Before long, Walter is helping me put my shoes on so that we can head to my therapist appointment. He opens his truck door for me and even buckles me in, shooing my hands away. Holding my hand as he drives, he allows me to pick the music we listen to. When I joke ‘but I thought the driver picks the music and shotgun shuts his cakehole’, he has no clue what I’m talking about. I explain it away as a tv show reference, making sure to force him to watch Supernatural with me at some point.

As The Amazing Devil’s ‘Two Minutes’ is ending, we are pulling up to Yada’s office. I don’t even try to reach for my door handle, waiting for Walter to come around to my side of the vehicle. He lifts me out of the truck and I try not to smile too wide at that. Holding my hand as we cross the parking lot, he steps in front of me to open the door, allowing me to walk in first. I check in with the receptionist and we sit in the lobby holding hands again. This man likes to hold my hand, and I am not complaining about it.

I hear Yada’s office door open and she steps out to greet me. She visibly registers my hand intertwined with the man to my left. I stand, pulling Walter up with me by accident. 

“Don’t worry, he’s gonna wait out here. Let’s go,” I sputter, moving past Yada and into the office. I notice Yada isn’t following me when I sit down. I hear introductions being exchanged and silently die inside. Why does it feel like my mom is meeting my boyfriend? Wait, is he my boyfriend? Oh my God, is he my boyfriend?

Yada comes back into the room and sits in her armchair, grabbing her notebook and writing quickly in it before addressing me. “So, let’s address the elephant in the room, or should I say the giraffe in my lobby. That man is tall as hell. And very pretty,” she jabbers on, smiling away at me, “Tell me all about him.”

I go on to tell her we met, or more correctly he saved my life, just before my last therapy appointment. I mention Faye and that we haven’t met yet. I talk about being in almost constant communication since I gave him my number on Monday. We discuss how he likes to take care of me, and that he did so after I told him about the whole Christopher thing. During this, she is taking notes in her book. When I bring up my episode this morning, she looks up at me.

“So, it sounds like Walter was able to ground you during a moment of dissociation. About how long did it last?” she asks.

“For just a few minutes. I remember getting out of my car, but from walking into the station to Walter effectively ‘waking me up’...it’s just like I was watching myself move but I wasn’t totally in control.” I murmur, finding my favorite spot on the rug.

“I see, can you remember this ever happening before?”

“The last time it happened was maybe five or six months ago after I had to quit the job at the prison infirmary. It was just too stressful. And I guess I have been kinda stressed the past couple of days. Everybody at work knows Walter and I are dating thanks to a couple of friends I made. Nina and Sophie are sweet but they have loose lips.”

“Either way, I am glad you made friends,” she smiles, taking a note, “Are there any other stressors besides a new public relationship?” 

“His ex works at the station too. She’s been kinda giving me the stink eye when we pass each other. She hasn’t said or done anything. But like, she obviously still feels something for him,” I admit, rolling my eyes, “But if that chicken thinks she’s getting anywhere near my coop, she has got another thing coming.”

“Calm down, we don’t need you to be unprofessional in the workplace, no matter how she acts toward you,” she reasons, even though I only half-listen, “Does Walter know about Rachel’s behavior?”

“No, because I don’t want to sound like I’m crazy. I feel crazy. She probably just has resting bitch face?” 

“I think you should tell him about the looks she has been giving you. Get his opinion on it before you discount your feelings completely. He might be able to shed some light on her behavior, or even better, he may be able to speak with her on terms she can understand. And that don’t involve you clubbing her like a seal and hiding the body behind the police station. But you didn’t hear that from me. That’s off the record, Your Honor.” she muses, winking at me before taking notes.

I agree to talk to Walter about Rachel and we decide this will be my homework for this week. Not difficult, but still awkward to start speaking about. I mean, how do you tell your significant other that their ex is problematic without seeming territorial or threatened? Rachel doesn’t strike me as the type to try and come in between Walter and me, but I will be keeping my eyes peeled.

“So are you and Walter using protection?” Out of nowhere, Yada hits me with that question.

“Yada! We haven’t even done anything yet? Jesus, woman,” I cover my face, happy again that my espresso skin doesn’t show the heat behind my cheeks.

“Yet being the optimal word. Got it. Well, use protection. You have every right to have sex and every right to protect yourself. So, don’t be coming round here saying ‘we got caught up in the moment’. Because so did Romeo and Juliet and look how that ended,” she deadpans, throwing her hands up.

“Did you just…never mind. We will use protection. When we get to that point. I’m in no rush and I can’t speak for him, but he at least respects my boundaries.”

“He sounds like a good egg. I like him already. He respects boundaries, he’s attractive, he’s got a stable income, and he liiiiiikes you,” she beams, rising from her armchair to go to her desk.

“I’m glad you approve because I like him and it just feels right with him. We connect so easily,” I say, noticing Yada is looking at me and shaking her head, “What now?”

“You are falling for him, girlfriend, don’t you see that?” she commented matter-of-factly. 

“Shut up, no I’m not,” I answer grumpily.

“Alright, but you are,” she states, tilting her head, “There is nothing wrong with that, by the way.”

“I know. I’m just afraid of moving too fast. That’s kind of my way of doing things, and I don’t hate it but I don’t necessarily like it much either.”

“Love it or hate it, it is a part of you. And you either have to learn to thrive despite it, or work toward changing the behavior. But you know this already, Kamaria.”

“You’re right about that, but I still like the option of just complaining about it,” I confess, shrugging my shoulders.

“Either way, it is your choice. You are still scheduled virtually for next week. You have your homework, as well. Anything else you wanna gab about before we end today’s session?”

“Nope,” I say, letting the ‘p’ make a pop sound.

“Well, then I will let you get back to your tall, dark, and handsome fella,” she smiles, getting up to walk me out. We exit her office and she smiles at Walter, addressing him directly. “She has homework and it involves you, so don’t let her forget.” How she gonna do me like that?!

“Thanks, Yada,” I groan.

Walter is enjoying this way too much because he decides it’s best to pat my shoulder while saying, “Don’t you worry, I won’t let her forget.” He just smiles when I give him a glare that rivals the fire of a thousand suns. He probably thinks it’s cute or something. He holds his arm out to let me exit before him and I’m happy for this because then he can’t see me cursing his very existence. I still let him open the door for me. I also let him open the truck door and buckle me in. By the time he gets into the vehicle, I’m reaching over to hold his hand.

“Done being mad at me, then?” he jokes, taking my hand and kissing the back of it.

“Feed me and we’ll see if I can’t be swayed,” I advise, winking at him.

We grab a quick late lunch and head back to his place. I take a nap for a couple of hours and am awoken by the hearty scent of tomato sauce. I’m pretty sure I fell asleep on the couch, but I’m waking up in a bedroom underneath a light blanket, Beary tucked into my side. Walter must have moved me in here so I wouldn’t be disturbed. He can be so sweet sometimes, I wonder how long he can keep this up.

I get up from the bed, leaving Beary behind and I walk out to the living room to see Walter hard at work in the kitchen. He doesn’t notice me so I sneak up behind him and goose him. He doesn’t react, as if he knew I was coming.

“What makes you think I didn’t hear you from the moment you opened my bedroom door?” he began, only turning slightly to wink at me before returning to slicing french bread for garlic toast, “I used to be S.W.A.T., Princess, so it takes a lot to get the jump on me.”

“So, you’re say-” 

“That is not an invitation for you to experiment on how to get the upper hand, love,” he stops me before I go down that useless train of thought.

“You got me, I’ll be on my best behavior, Sir,” I laugh, pulling myself up to sit on the counter near him.

“Would you like a piece of bread with some tomato sauce on it, Princess?”

“Yes, please,” I pipe up, excited to taste the aromatic sauce. I watch as he grabs a piece of bread, dipping it into the sauce before blowing on it a bit. He turns off the stove and comes to stand in front of me, placing the bite just out of reach. I look at him, confusion painted on my face.

“Tell me what your homework is and you can have your treat, Princess.”

I debate pouting but I know that won’t get me that saucy bread. “I have to talk to you about Rachel. She’s been weird around me, and it makes me uneasy,” I mumble, suddenly anxious.

“What exactly is she saying or doing?” he asks, allowing me to take a bite of the bread, still holding onto it himself.

“She hasn’t said anything to me, she just gives me this bitchy glare whenever we cross paths,” I speak around the bite of bread I was granted, “Honestly, baby, she freaks me out and I don’t like the idea of having to avoid your ex.”

“You shouldn’t have to actively avoid her,” he holds the last bite of bread out for me and places it in my awaiting mouth, “I’ll talk to her. I don’t want to scare her too much. But I do want her to know you mean a lot to me and if I’m lucky, you’ll be in my life for a long time to come. She needs to suck it up and get used to it.” 

“Fuck, that is so sexy to hear you say,” I disclose, reaching up to cup the back of his head, pulling him into a searing kiss. 

I clench my thighs together as I feel his tongue invade my mouth. Strong hands part my legs so that he can slide in between them. Our clothed sexes line up perfectly and I wrap my legs around his hips. A growl rumbles from his chest to my groin. We part to catch our breath, our foreheads resting together.

“Fuck, will you let me eat your pussy, baby?” he practically moans the question and it lights a fire up under my ass.

“Please, yes,” I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck before he picks me up off the counter and walks us into his bedroom. He lays me down slowly. Kissing from my lips to my neck, nipping along the way. I gasp inwardly when I feel his hand ghost over my covered heat, my back arching at the touch.

“I’m going to take such good care of you, baby. You just relax and take what you need from me,” he whispers, moving down the bed as he hooks his fingers in my pants. He pulls them down, leaving me in my drenched panties. He kisses the fabric of my underwear before pulling those down as well.

He dives into my sodden snatch, using the flat of his tongue to lick a stripe from my entrance to my swollen nub before kissing it. My hands go from gripping the sheets to weaving through his curls when I feel him start to suck on my button.

“Fuuuuuck, Daddy, just like that,” I mewl, his growl vibrating through my clit. I feel his hands grip my thick thighs, pulling me closer to him as he eats greedily. I look down at him, his eyes are closed and he looks like he is in Heaven feasting on me. As if he could sense my stare, his eyes open and we share a heated mutual gaze. 

While still attending to my nub, he reaches up to my mouth and I suck two of his fingers, getting them nice and wet. When he’s satisfied, he leans back and licks his lips, entering my core with his spit-slicked digits and I cry out at the sensation.

“You’re so fucking tight, hot, and wet baby. Fucking perfect, I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock,” he hummed, working his fingers in and out of me slowly until I arch my back to ride his fingers.

I pull him up to kiss me, tasting myself on his lips. His fingers find my inner bundle of nerves, massaging it as his thumb circles my clit. My breathing picks up as I feel the coil in my depths tightening until it snaps and I squeeze my eyes shut in anticipation.

“No, no, no. Look at me when I make you cum,” our eyes lock and I arch off the bed as my orgasm hits me full force. But this one feels different, so much more powerful than ever before. “Fuuuuuuuck, yes! Squirt all over me,” I faintly hear Walter groan those words before I realize my thighs are wet and sloshing noises are bouncing off the walls. Walter looks back up to my face and his pupils are blown wide. “You look so beautiful like this. All fucked out, tears flowing freely.” Did he say tears?

I reach up to my cheeks and feel wetness staining them, my eyes are blurry with unshed moisture. Then the emotion behind it all attacks and I begin to cry fully. I know they are happy tears but I can’t verbalize that to Walter yet and he starts to panic. 

“S’ok…so good…emotional,” I mutter, trying to let him know I’m alright. He seems to understand and nods, going to the attached bathroom and coming back with two towels. I feel wet warmth between my thighs as he cleans me, then dries me off with the other towel. He lays down next to me and covers me with the comforter and I close my eyes in contentment.

He peppers my face with slow kisses, from my eyelids to my nose to my cheeks to my lips. When I open my eyes again, Walter is looking at me with a look that definitely spells out his feelings for me. Instead of putting words to it, we just lay and bask in its radiance. I struggle to keep my eyes open and finally keep them closed.

I feel a kiss placed on my forehead and stir while I hear Walter’s soothing voice in my ears. “You did so good, Angel. Rest as long as you need to, and I’ll be here when you wake up.”

I awake some time later, and true to his word, Walter is still laying next to me. His soft snores are like music to my ears. I lean up and nuzzle our noses together until he stirs and opens his eyes and smiles down at me.

“Hey, baby,” he gives me a quick peck, “How do you feel?”  

“Well…so far, I feel refreshed. But I haven’t tried to walk yet,” I laugh, “That will be the true test. And I need to pee anyway.” At that, I sit up and stretch my arms over my head. I swing my legs out of the bed and stand up slowly. I take my first step and it’s wobbly as hell.

Walter gets up and helps me to the bathroom, because of course he does. He stays in the bathroom with me to make sure I don’t tip off the toilet or slip into the bathtub. I mean, at this point, I squirted all over his hand so I’m sure he can handle me peeing while he’s in the room. He even jokes that he can’t believe I have any liquids left in me. I playfully swat at him and he only grins at me.

We end up having dinner shortly after, the pasta was spectacular and the garlic toast was perfect. The rest of the night is spent introducing Walter to Supernatural. He likes how funny it is, and I feel obligated to tell him that this is one of the saddest shows to ever grace television screens. Once I say that, he vows to still watch the show because it means so much to me. 

We lay down in his bed for the night, talking about what we want to do this weekend. I mention that it would be nice to do absolutely nothing and just be lazy bums all weekend and he approves. Our weekend is spent finishing the first season of Supernatural and me answering all of Walter’s questions about the show. He is so cute getting all invested in one of my faves. And if we take breaks for him to test how many times he can make me cum in a weekend, then that’s our business.

He won’t allow me to return the favor, however. He says that this is all a part of him taking care of me this weekend. I try not to feel undeserving of so much positive attention, but I’m still a work in progress. And that is just fine for now because he is good at making me forget why I was anxious in the first place. My sweet Walter better count his days, because I am going to rock his world when I finally get the chance.

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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 3

Chapter 3: If You Want To View Paradise

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC 

Word count: 5.5K

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: Walter and Kamaria explore aspects of their relationship, including control and vulnerability. This chapter is pretty emotional, so heed the warnings!

Chapter warnings: Walter says ‘Fuck’ a lot, soft!Dom!Walter, spicy texting, sexting, unrealistic working hours of a detective I’m sure of it, emotional moments, flashback to a violent incident, aftercare

A/N: Very Walter-centric chapter. I wanted to get inside his head. But also, Kamaria is my protagonist, so I made her the beginning and end of the chapter. Un-beta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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Kamaria’s POV

Monday Night

I had to call him Sir at least once. For science. Just to see if my hypothesis was correct. And it was. Seems my ‘handsome stranger’ likes to be in charge. And I like the thought of him in charge. A few other thoughts run through my mind at that.

My shyness went right out the door! I can’t believe I just told this man that his growl went straight to my kittycat. Well, I did use an emoji. But he understood very well.

And he didn’t have to growl like that and get me all hot and bothered, had me squeezing my thighs together the whole ride home.

And he called me Princess! My submissive ass was salivating so I had to drop another ‘Yes Sir’.

I ate my salad and got into bed so quickly to sate this need, my head could have spun. After I quenched my appetite in various ways, a thought occurred to me. What happens now? How do I act around him, knowing what I know and what he knows? 

I’ll figure that shit out later, I guess. My brain is fried and my clit is blitzed. Put a fork in me, cuz I’m done. 

Damn, I can’t wait til I’m wrecked because of him…

Walter’s POV

Tuesday Morning

I wake up to my phone trumpeting ‘How Soon Is Now?’ by The Smiths. I’m still in my clothes from last night, my half-hard dick still out. Awesome. I gently tuck myself back in, noting that the skin is still sensitive to the touch. I did promise to beat it like it owed me money.

I silence my phone and think back to last night. Texting with Kam had been…enlightening. Turns out my suspicions were correct. She likes to be submissive, maybe even a little bratty too. I’ll tame her only if she gets out of line. 

Can’t say I didn’t enjoy it. If she liked the growl, she’ll enjoy my feral side. But I won’t get ahead of myself. Haven’t even kissed her yet.

Yet being the keyword. I plan on devouring her lips. Both sets. There I go getting ahead of myself again. I wonder if she’s thinking the same thing.

I shoot her a quick text, I want her to know I’m thinking of her.

Me: Good morning Beautiful

I set my phone to the side and get undressed to take a shower. As I’m getting the water to temperature, my phone dings twice.

Kam: No ‘Princess’?

Kam: 🥺

That fucking emoji is gonna be the death of me, I am declaring it right now.

Me: Good morning beautiful Princess

Me: Is that better?

Kam: Yessssssss

Kam: NOW I can start my day 😉

Kam: How did you sleep?

Me: I passed right out after a little…strenuous activity.

Let’s see how she handles that.

Kam: I also passed out after some ‘strenuous activity’.

Kam: A shame we couldn’t have coordinated that better…

Sounds like she handled that like a champ, and she is insinuating we could have helped each other. This woman!

Me: Are you saying we could have…

Me: Helped each other, Princess?

A full thirty seconds pass before my phone dings again. By that time, I am already in the shower. She will just have to wait. And I will have to wait as well, even though I could just as easily look at the lock screen from the shower door. Nah, patience is the key here. Patience for me and perhaps anxiety for her. I finish my shower, not toweling off, and reach for my phone which has dinged multiple times by now.

Kam: I mean there is always FaceTime

Kam: And I do live pretty close to work

Kam: So in essence, we are probably close to each other

Kam: Not that I’m saying I’m ready for a FaceTime booty call

Kam: Or another kind of booty call

Kam: It’s been…a while for me 🥺

Me: How long has it been Princess?

Kam: Over a year 😫

A fucking year? And no one has turned that pussy into mincemeat? Why am I suddenly angry? I know why. It’s because my brain can’t fathom this woman not getting everything she wants all the time.

Me: Was that by choice? Bad breakup? 

Kam: You don’t know the half of it. 

Kam: But I wanna tell you about it. Just not over text, in person is better.

Me: I’m all ears. When you’re ready.

Me: There is no rush Princess

Kam: Thank you Sir, ok I need to shower and get ready

Me: I already showered

Me: [image sent]

Why the fuck do I always have sender’s remorse? It’s only my chest, not my dick or anything. Oh, but my Adonis belt is visible a tad. And I’m still wet from the shower.

Kam: 🥵🥵🥵

Kam: Sir!!! 

Kam: That’s what you’re hiding under those layers??

Me: Lol 

Kam: I wanna rub my hands through that thicket of hair

Me: And here I thought Princess was a shy one

Kam: Oh, I’m not as shy with texting…

Kam: I haven’t even kissed you yet

Kam: And I’m already thinking of other ways to use my mouth

Kam: 🤤😛

Kam: How am I gonna focus at work?

Me: Keep calm and Carry On Princess

Kam: 😡

There’s my little brat. Let’s see how far she takes it.

Me: Is that backtalk??

Kam: NO!!!!!!

Kam: I just…am frustrated now

And she can reign it in after a little encouragement. I like that.

Me: Good. Stay frustrated. 

Kam: 🥺

Me: Get ready for work Princess

Me: I’ll see you soon

Me: Text me when you get there

And with that, I put down my phone and get ready for my day and ignore whether or not my phone dings.

Walter’s POV

Tuesday Morning (continued)

I’m out the door after a while, ending up in the parking lot. Not in my usual spot as it was taken by a cute little silver Toyota, the driver checking herself out in the rearview mirror. I could crash this truck staring at her.

Me: You’re at work

Me: But I didn’t receive a text telling me so

Me: Hmm 🤔

Kam: I swear I just got here

Kam: I promise!!

Kam: Wait where are you??

Me: Be a good girl and go on in

Kam: Yes Sir

Not even an ounce of brattiness. Just an obeyed command. Fuck. I watch as she exits her car and locks it, walking towards the entrance. I exit my vehicle, just to the left of her, watching as she walks right by and into the building, smiling as she does. I notice she is wearing a heather grey box-pleat skirt and the way it hugs that ass is magical, the tops of her pink thigh-high socks are visibly hugging those deliciously thick thighs.

I send off a few texts as I follow behind her a few paces back.

Me: Hate to see you go

Me: Love to watch you leave 

Me: 🍑

Me: A thing of beauty

I wait until she looks up at me from her phone screen and I toss her a grin, brushing past her as I walk to my office. Imperceptibly to anyone else around us, of course. We just look like two colleagues exchanging pleasantries.

Kam: Thank you 😊

Kam: Have to get to work now Sir

Me: Good girl

Me: Busy day today, but I’ll be sure to walk you out later

Me: See you then

Kam: See you later Sir

And with that, I ignore my phone for the rest of the day. 

Not that I had to, Kam behaved herself. Every time I peeked at her desk, I saw that she was typing away on whatever assignment she was given. She goes out to lunch with the twins again today. I’m glad she is forming a routine here. Something to keep her busy on days I can’t seem to get a break. Like today.

Rachel barges in around 3 pm, fire in her eyes. No doubt something went wrong with the search teams this morning.

I was right, in a way.

“He lied,” Rachel scowls, throwing down the map of the bodies, “Not about the first four. The last body on this map isn’t who he said it would be. Why lie? I mean, after all the work you did to get it out of him. After all the work I put into this.” She sits in the chair across from me defeatedly.

Even after all this time, it’s hard to watch her be upset.

“Look, this is still a win. Even if he only gave us four out of five, that’s four more than we originally had. Four families can lay their loved ones to rest,” I tilt my head to try and reason with her, “This guy probably doesn’t even realize that he just made his situation worse by exposing that information.”

“You’re right. This is a win,” she blows out a satisfied breath, “I mean, if anything, now we have six confirmed kills. How often do killers bury their victims in the same place as another killer right?” 

It would almost be comical if it wasn’t about murder.

“Exactly. Now, we need to get the location of that last body. Are you up for that?” I ask, secretly hoping she wants me to rough him up again.

“Yeah, I got this. If I need you, I’ll send Harper to come to collect you,” She stands up and reaches for my hand over the desk. 

I take hers, knowing she just needed a positive touch in that moment. “You got this,” I say, letting her hand go after a slight squeeze.

“Detective Marshall?” Kamaria stands in my doorway, file in one hand, the hem of her pink button-up sweater clutched in the other hand. 

Fuck.

Rachel lets go of my hand a little too slowly, waving as she hightails it out of my office.

“Um, the file you requested on, uh,-”

“That wasn’t what it looked like, Kam,” I get up and close the door slightly, making sure Rachel is down the hall. I stand just within arm’s reach.

“So, you weren’t holding her hand?” Her bottom lip quivers and I hate myself for being the cause of it.

“I did hold her hand, but it was nothing more than a friendly gesture. She’s dealing with a tough case at the moment. I just wanted to let her know I’m here for her. I promise that’s all.” I’m rambling now, it would seem.

“And you don’t like her?” She clutches the file to her chest, not yet looking me in the eye.

“I used to like her,” I watch as she stiffens slightly, “Now I barely tolerate her. She’s my ex.”

She finally looks up at me, an unshed tear in her eye. “Do you like me?”

“Yes,” I take the file from her hands and throw it on my desk. Using my thumb, I wipe at the tear as it threatens to fall upon her cheek, “I like you.”

“I like you too, I promise I’m not some jealous little girl and I probably have no right to be anyway. I just don’t have a good history with my ex and I saw her hand in yours and I…just…” She rattled on, wrapping her arms around herself and clutching the fabric of her sweater through shaky fingers.

“You have every right to be confused right now. I comforted my ex, the ex who literally told me she doesn’t need me. But let me make one thing clear,” I take her hands in mine and lean down so my forehead touches hers, “Yours are the hands I want to hold.” 

I can feel her breathing pick up as she tilts her head to look from the door back to me. I don’t see the kiss coming, but the surprise of it has me reeling. Feeling her lips against mine is like breathing for the first time. Our tongues mingling is akin to tasting water after being in the desert. My hands long to wander but settle against her face. Our first kiss ends in panting breaths and passion restrained.

“Fuck,” is all I can croak out.

“Ditto,” she smiles, landing another peck at the corner of my mouth. 

“Do you have plans tonight?” I put feelers out, wondering if she’d like to continue this.

“You tell me, Sir,” she is delighted when that response earns her a low growl. We are so close, I’m sure she can feel it rumble in my chest.

“Let me cook for you at my place tonight. We can talk and spend time together,” I press, hoping this isn’t too soon to invite her over.

“I’d like that,” she leans back to look into my eyes, “May I have one more kiss? Just one and then I’ll go and let you get back to work.”

“Just one?” I ask, sly grin unhidden. She nods, biting her bottom lip. I reach up and tug that lip free of her teeth and lean in. I debate saying ‘No’ to watch her squirm, but we both need this.

I put my hand behind her head and slot our mouths together. Promises untold and wishes unmade dream up an expanse that we occupy for a few moments more. We pull back to catch our breaths, and before I take her right here on my desk.

“Go back to work, Princess. We have about,” I check my watch and look back to her, “An hour and a half til the end of the day. Think you can make it without letting your mind wander too much?” I question. My thumb is ghosting over her bottom lip before she takes the digit into her mouth, letting it go with a little sucking sound. That goes right to my dick and it takes everything out of me to not adjust right myself right in front of her.

“I can handle it, Sir” she murmured, stamping a kiss on the tip of my nose, “The question is, can you?” She moves to back out of the office, but I pull her back in, spinning her around so that her back is flush against me.

I growl lowly, nuzzling into her ear while holding her hips against the evidence of her handiwork. “Feel that, Princess? That is all your doing. No one else does that to me,” I admitted, letting her try and squirm against me before guiding her toward the door again, “Feel free to think about that, and thanks again for the file.” I bellow, smiling at her as I opened the door for her to leave.

She is visibly flustered but wipes it away before going back to her desk without another word. This is too much fun. 

Walter’s POV

Tuesday Evening

At about twelve after five, a knock on my door pulls my attention. Kamaria stands there, holding her coat and purse while dramatically checking a non-existent watch on her wrist. 

“Quarter past a freckle, is it?” I shake my head and she laughs, coming all the way into the office. 

“A freckle, indeed,” she teased, “I have a request, by the way. And you’re more than welcome to deny the said request. But you did also say that ‘mine are the hands you want to hold’ though”, she encouraged while doing a spot-on posh English accent to mimic my words. 

“And your request would be…?” I wondered, watching as her face adorably scrunches up in thought, “Does Princess want to hold my hand as we walk out?” The look of disbelief on her face is 100% worth overcoming my fear of public displays of affection.

“How…ok, maybe I did make it a bit obvious. But I also wanna see Nina and Sophie’s faces when they realize I wasn’t joking about having my eye on someone. They kept trying to get me to talk to the waiter at the diner and give him my number.” She twirls one of her locs around a finger, while I push down the urge to get jealous about a waiter making eyes at her.

“I’ll hold your hand on the way out, under one condition,” She tilts her head and raises her eyebrows as I speak, curious about what she’ll have to agree to. “You let me eat you out tonight until I’m satisfied. No more, no less.” I dared, searching her eyes for intimidation of any kind.

“Hold up, you’ll hold my hand AND you wanna eat me out? Say less! Let’s get out of here, Sir,” she gushed, no doubt forgetting the phrase ‘until I’m satisfied’. 

She’ll remember soon enough.

I stand up, grabbing my coat from the hook by the door. I reach out my hand to hold hers, and she smiles, locking our fingers. We walk out of my office, and down the hallway. I throw on my coat and help Kam into hers. The baffled faces of the twins as we walk by are more than enough, but the sputtering Nina does as I kiss Kam’s cheek is enough to do it all over again. Kam waves goodnight to her friends and we exit the building.

We walk to her car and I make sure she has my address programmed into her phone’s GPS before kissing her through the open car window. I get in my truck, pull out and wait for her to follow me. Before long, we are in the driveway and I’m taking her hand to help her out.

Walter’s POV

Tuesday Evening (continued)

While I am in the kitchen, whipping up a quick penne alfredo, I allow Kam to roam through the living room. She turns on a playlist from her phone to play on my Bluetooth speaker. She seems to like music that she can move to, and I do enjoy watching. As I set up our plates on the dining room table, I watch as she sways to a favorite of mine, ‘Human’ by Rag’n’Bone Man. 

‘Oh, some people got the real problems

Some people out of luck

Some people think I can solve them

Lord heavens above

I'm only human after all

I'm only human after all

Don't put the blame on me

Don't put the blame on me’

I walk up behind her and slot my arms around her waist, swaying along with her. “Dinner is ready, Princess,” I informed, leaning to kiss her cheek. She beams at me, peeking around me at the table.

“It smells wonderful and I am starving,” she piped over the sound of the music. 

She turns the volume down on the speaker and switches it to some light classical music. I recognize a piano arrangement of ‘Pure Imagination’ as she comes to join me at the table. I pull out her chair for her and she allows me to do so, my love language on full display. I sit across from her and nod for her to eat.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone cook for me before. I’m in my early thirties and I’m being romanticized and I’ll be honest, I don’t quite understand how to process this,” she says, twirling some noodles on her fork, “So, I’m doing what I always do and I’m letting my brain force words out of my mouth at high speed.” She stops herself, shoving almost too much food into her mouth and the most sinful moan follows. Noticing the smile on my face as I chew my first bite, she realizes all too quickly that I enjoy her sounds as she does mine.

“Good?” I surmise as she tries to hide her enjoyment.

“Very good,” she nods, stopping before taking another bite, “I absolutely love pasta. I’ve never met a pasta I don’t like. From a simple spaghetti to an intricate tagliatelli. I fucking love it. I love food. I’m sure that’s evident, right?” She shakes her head at herself, no doubt berating herself for putting herself down.

I put my fork down and put my hand over hers. “You know, it’s not hard to see your inner struggle with self-confidence. But, if I may say, the way you immediately try and correct yourself is astounding. In the same breath, you reign it in. A lot of us wish we had the same power. Don’t sell yourself so short.” I posit, trying to reassure her.

“I know that self-confidence is not exactly my strong suit. But I am confident about certain things in my life. Like my fashion sense and my taste in music,” she pauses, putting down her fork, “But before you? My preference for companionship left a lot to be desired.”

“How so?” I prod, giving her the space to talk freely.

“Um, that’s a long story honestly. But I want you to know the long and short of it, so I’ll just come out with it. I was in a long-term Dom/sub relationship where I was emotionally abused. And he went on to cheat on me multiple times…with my best friend of all people, which is why I find it difficult to trust most people. When I find a connection with someone, I tend to latch on to them tightly or push them away completely. I feel like I only know two emotions sometimes. Fear and loneliness.” Her hands reflexively flex, as if they are grabbing at the air. I place mine over hers and squeeze, urging her to continue.

“My ex, Christopher, and I met in college where we were art majors. He was absolutely beautiful. Sun-kissed skin, gorgeous blonde hair like spun gold, and these eyes that could draw you in making you feel like you were the only one in the room. We were like night and day, complete opposites. But he was relentless in his pursuit of me. He used to say I was his muse, a real starving artist type, ya know? Even though his parents paid for everything. Pretty soon, he moved me into his loft, with promises of love and understanding and I fell for every line he could throw out. Every lie, I fell for. Every half-truth, I believed. I was in love and nothing else mattered.” She squeezes my hand, and I rub the back of hers with my thumb.

“Soon after I agreed to marry him, he began to refer to me as his property. I was his, but he was never truly mine. He would comment on my weight, restricting my diet and putting on what I later realized were diet pills. He would say my best friend Britnee and I would be the perfect soulmate for him if we could somehow meld our personalities and bodies together. I would just laugh, I had no idea that I was being abused. I thought I was just in love with someone who wanted me to be better for them. And by better, what it really meant was, completely different. He wanted a doll. Someone he could parade around and do hideous acts to. Someone who wouldn’t complain about being mistreated.” Her breathing picks up and her eyes become vacant.

“He had never raised his hand to me in anger until the night I found out he and Britnee were having sex. There were times, of course, when he would take a ‘scene’ too far but I was able to bury those after a while. I told him I was leaving. He told me I couldn’t leave because I had no one to run to. That was true, my mother had given up on me completely when I was a child because she never wanted to be a mother. And my Dad was halfway across the world, working on his photography career. I was alone except for those two people who were draining me. One who treated me like a doormat and one who wanted what I had, weirdly enough. I walked in on them in our fucking bed and he gets mad at me, punching me full-force in the jaw. I barely reacted, I just knew I was done. When I say I barely reacted, it is a slight misjudgment of action. I picked up the nearest thing I could, my old sculpture of a heart I did my first week of art school and I hit him over the head with it.” I can only stifle a gasp, not sure where this was headed, but my interest was piqued tenfold at that moment.

“I hit him so hard that it knocked him out, and gave him a bit of brain damage as well. My Dad always told me that if a man raises his hands to a woman, she has every right to defend herself to whatever degree necessary. So, I did. And he never pressed charges against me. I doubt he even really remembers a lot of what he did. If he did, pressing charges would only shed light on the emotional abuse I suffered, so why bother?” She peeks at me for a second before continuing.

“I left that night. Never saw Britnee again either. And last I heard, Christopher was in rehab and quit art school. I was hospitalized soon after. I had gone to class for weeks after the incident until one day, I just stood up in class and started screaming and wouldn’t stop until EMTs were called and I was sedated. It was like my energy reserves were finally depleted. I had nothing left to hold onto. I was in the hospital for a week or two, medicated and getting therapy to deal with PTSD from being with a narcissistic lover and a terrible best friend. Until Nina and Sophia, I gave up on finding friends and letting people in. They still don’t know the details, but they know I had a bad breakup over a year ago. But I wanted to tell you the truth, I want you to know everything. So you can decide if I’m worth it.” She adds in the last sentence almost as a whisper.

“Where is Christopher now?” I coaxed, worried about her safety.

“Last I heard, and that was a year ago, he moved with his Dad back to Europe to be closer to his family. He still doesn’t remember what happened and I’m not sure I want him to.”

I place my hand on her cheek, ghosting over her warm skin. “Thank you for telling me. It means a lot to me that you would trust me with your past enough to bring me into the loop. And, please, believe me, this only makes me understand you more. It does not make me want to stop getting to know you.” She latches on to my hand where it rests on her cheek and locks eyes with me.

“Even after all I’ve said, you still want to be with me?” She chokes out, her armor cracking under the pressure of her truth.

“Of course I do, Princess. I, very much, still want to be with you. If you’ll let me,” I let go of her as she rounds the dining table and falls into my lap, crying her eyes out. “Shhh, I’m here, baby girl.” I cling to her in my arms, as tight as I can manage to try and convey that she is truly safe now.

I pick her up in my arms and carry her to the couch. I hold her in my lap and rest her head on my chest, running my thumb along her cheek as tears fall. “I’m right here, I’m not letting go.” I hum, rocking her back and forth in my arms.

“I…don’t like…seeming…weak,” she cries, still trying to hold onto a strong thread of her past.

“And you don’t seem weak. You are so strong for telling me. So strong. And I am so proud of you. Now, let me be strong for you, ok? You just reopened some old wounds and your body and spirit are going to need to rest. So let them. And I’ll be right here when you’re ready to talk again. I’m not going anywhere, Angel.” I kiss her forehead as she settles into me.

“You…wanted to…be intimate. I ruined it,” she whimpers, clutching my arms as I hold her tight.

“No, you didn’t ruin a thing. Don’t worry about that, my main concern is your safety and your comfort. You will never be alone as long as I’m here, I promise you that. Now, rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.” I feel her body snuggle down and relax into me. 

Kamaria’s POV

Tuesday Evening 

I awake late in the evening, still perched on Walter’s lap. His arms are still around me, his head tilted against the back of the couch. Soft snores escape his lips, his chest rising and falling in a comforting rhythm. I look at the clock on the bookshelf as it blinks at 9:27. The Bluetooth speaker now softly playing ‘Clair de Lune’. 

I look back to Walter as he shifts in his sleep, never letting me go. The serenity in which we sit contradicts our earlier conversation. I try and reconcile that I needed aftercare after speaking about my past relationship. I did lay it all out on the line, I’m actually not that surprised that my entire body needed a recharge.

I listen to the song float on to the ending and reach up to caress Walter’s face. He slowly smiles, eyes still closed, turning his head to kiss my palm.

“There’s my Angel,” he looks down at me, “How are you feeling?”

“Lighter, like a weight, has been lifted,” I sighed, placing my hand on his chest, “You’re the first person outside of my therapist to know about all this.”

“Thank you for letting me in, for trusting me with it,” he cooed, placing his hand over mine.

“For the record? I also like being called Angel, especially in this kind of setting,” I admit, not wanting to use the word and risk embarrassment.

“Do you mean especially during aftercare?” he soothed, no doubt reading my mind.

“Yes,” I mumble, cuddling into him, “and I really like to hear ‘Clair de Lune’. It helps to ground me.”

“Alright. I think I’ve got it. Hold you tight, call you Angel, and play your comfort song. We’ll add to the list if need be.” His sweet voice is truly a marvel to go along with his massive frame.

We look into each other’s eyes for a beat, leaning in at the same time to press our lips together. Not as passionate as earlier in the day, but it doesn’t need to be. This kiss is more of a tenderness than a need to thrill.

“I think I need to head home, I really am still quite tired and need to let you get rest,” I mutter, secretly hoping he doesn’t ask me to stay, not knowing whether or not I’m ready to stay.

“Yes, it is late. And I wouldn’t want you feeling too tired for work tomorrow,” he cautioned, lifting himself effortlessly with me still in his arms. He places me down on my feet and kisses my forehead. “I’ll walk you to your car, Princess.”

My tiny hand in his massive paw genuinely makes my heart flutter as we take our time to kiss goodbye, leaning against my car. I could kiss him until the sun rises, but instead, he pulls away and straightens my coat collar around my neck. I’m not used to being cared for and I think he can tell, but he still does the most anyway. Before he lets me go, he pulls off his sweater and shoves it in my hands, making me promise to text him when I get home. Did I just get a ‘boyfriend sweater’ shoved at me? 

I get home, immediately shedding layers in the bedroom and putting on his sweater, sending a quick text.

Me: Home now!

Walter Marshall: Is it weird I gave you a jumper and not a hoodie?

Me: It smells like you, I’ll take all the jumpers you wanna donate

Walter Marshall: You’re wearing it now aren’t you

Me: [image sent]

Walter Marshall: It suits you

Walter Marshall: Godddd those legs

Walter Marshall: Can’t wait to have them wrapped around me

Me: Around your shoulders or your hips?

Me: 😈

Walter Marshall: Both?

Walter Marshall: Both.

Walter Marshall: Both are good.

Me: Dork

Walter Marshall: You like this dork and he likes you back so what does that make you

Me: Seriously lucky 😇

Walter Marshall: Good. 

Walter Marshall: It’s late Princess

Walter Marshall: Ready for bed?

Me: Ready

Me: Cuddle me?

Walter Marshall: Always

Walter Marshall: Night Princess

Me: Night Sir

A/N: It was touch and go there for a second, hope you enjoyed it!! 💜💙

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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: It’s The Feelings I Wear

Rating: M for Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC 

Word count: 6K 

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

Chapter Summary: Kamaria’s first day is filled with confidence and realization. Walter’s day is filled with self-doubt and introspection. Their day ends in a noteworthy way.

Chapter warnings: Mutual pining, accidental flirtation, intentional flirtation, angst, police interrogation procedure (or what Law & Order and The Shield have taught me is perfectly normal police procedure during interrogation), murder investigation (no details), flashback to a fight, Faye’s opinion on Rachel, spicy texting, different POV at times

A/N: I like to write in the third person (omniscient) for the most part, but as a challenge to myself, I decided to try writing in the first person for Kamaria and Walter in this chapter. Let’s see how this works out and if I wanna do it again. Un-beta’d, we die like people trying their absolute best.

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Kamaria’s POV

After a fun weekend of self-care, a mani-pedi in a cute baby pink with medium coffin-shaped nails on my fingers and getting my locs redone, I am ready for my week to start. I am happy to be woken up Monday morning to my alarm blaring ‘Her’ by Megan Thee Stallion. The catchy and inspiring song was a choice I made last minute on Sunday night, wanting to be roused from sleep with confidence and purposefulness in my mind.

Oh, Megan, if only I had your confidence…and that body-ody-ody.

Grabbing Beary from the crook of my arm and placing him back against the pillows, I pull the covers back over my bed. Making my way to the kitchen for coffee, I’m reminded that I need to pick up some more creamer this week. Black coffee is too rich for my blood and my colon. I turn on the coffee pot and end up in the bathroom ready to shower. 

I turn on the shower, letting it warm up while I go grab my phone from my nightstand. Pulling up Spotify as I reenter the bathroom, I select the Shower Vibes playlist. Soon the soothing sounds of Solange’s ‘Don’t Touch My Hair’ is wafting in the air. This song always gets me in the right headspace.

I switch from my bonnet to my shower cap and step into the spray once it’s at the perfect temp. Just right to get squeaky clean and not enough to sweat and frizz up my hair. I put on my exfoliating gloves and pour on enough Apricot & Honey body wash to drown a small town. 

Rubbing my hands together, the scent of it permeates my soul. Stepping back from the water, I begin to lather my body.

Before I know it, my mind goes on auto-pilot washing my entire body, top to bottom. I step back into the spray backward to feel the pulsating water on my neck and back. Bless my water pressure. 

I turn around, allowing my front to be clear of the suds. I wring out my shower gloves and place them back in the shower caddy. I reach up and turn the nozzle to push water through the detachable showerhead to get my most delicate places nice and clean. I’m careful this time to not allow the powerful jets to lull me into a hazy state of arousal. The last thing I need to be is late to work for that.

I finish up and grab my towel from the hook, patting my skin dry and taking off my shower cap. I wind the towel around myself and turn off my music before walking back into the bedroom. Opening my closet, I see my first-day outfit looking back at me. A mustard yellow turtleneck sweater that makes my amber eyes pop and a pair of black skinny jeans to show off my curves. Not really sure what the dress code is but if all else fails, the jeans look sorta like dress pants so whatever.

I begin my skincare routine by applying face serum, moisturizer, and body lotion. Slipping on some underwear and a bra, I remember I started the coffee pot. 

Throwing on my satin robe and house slippers, I head to the kitchen to praise the caffeine gods. The warm aroma of french vanilla wafts into my nose and I smile. Why have any other flavor if french vanilla is available?

Within a short time, I have a perfect cup of coffee and a decent breakfast in my system so I head back to the bedroom to get dressed. I put my butterfly locks in a high bun, leaving out the front two locs to frame my face. I’m not really a big makeup girl with the primer and the foundation and the contouring. However, I do have my essentials and it’s basically muscle memory to apply so what the hell. I sit at my vanity and turn on my lighted mirror.

“Hey, Siri?” I pause and wait for my phone screen to light up and for Siri to acknowledge me. “Play ‘Female Energy, Part 2’ by WILLOW, please.” Siri accepts the command and the song begins to play.

From the instant that I hear the melodic voice of a woman older than her years, I am transported to a state of pure emotional wonder, thinking of my position in the world around me. I begin with a medium line of black eyeliner, followed by some of my favorite Lash Princess mascara. Torn between a matte dark brown lip and a glitter gloss, I choose the gloss because it will reflect every bit of light it catches. Maybe he will notice that little touch? I shake my head to clear my thoughts and apply Shades by Shan in the color ‘Erika(https://sbscosmetics.com/products/new-erika-lip-gloss)’ slowly while the final verse plays.

‘Am I to feel bolder 'cause / All of my pumping blood? / I am human, I am woman / Drifting down my life / Light up this time, light up this time / Oh, oh, oh, oh’

I stop the song before it could play again and get up to check out my outfit in my long mirror. Everything is in its place, nothing too tight. Putting on my flats, I check my phone. Exactly thirty minutes til I start work, with a twenty-minute drive to work, which will allow me to freak out in the parking lot for a good chunk of time. Perfect! 

In the living room, I collect my keys and purse and throw on my coat. Taking one final deep breath of unemployment, I exit my apartment and lock the door behind me.

I make my way to work and park my car near the end of the lot under a lamppost so that when I leave later, I’ll have the light for safety. I start to prepare myself for my specifically scheduled ‘freakout time’ when I hear the low rumble of a truck being backed up next to me. I wait until it's all the way in the spot before I look over at the same time the driver does. 

We exchange smiles and it feels like the world stops. I turn off my car, grabbing my phone from the mount and my purse from the passenger seat. I go to open the door and he does the same, motioning for me to go first. I’m just closing my door when he exits mere inches from me. I turn around to properly greet him, smelling the clean scent of him in the wind, and try and hide the way it goes straight to my pussy. Down, girl!

“Happy Monday, Detective,” I say, my lips only quivering slightly in my attempt to appear confident.

“Please, call me Walter. I feel like Detective sounds too formal. After all, I’ve already saved your life, right?” His deep baritone radiates through me and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was flirting with me. 

‘He’s not interested in someone like you. Think about it, sweetheart.’ The voice of my ex attempts to ruin my morning, I shake my head almost imperceptibly and continue to smile at Walter.

“How long are you gonna hold that against me, Walter? I swear to you, I didn’t stumble on purpose just to be caught by a handsome stranger.” Did I just fucking call him handsome to his face out loud where he could hear it? Don’t freak out. DON’T. FREAK. OUT.

The smile on his face goes from his mouth to his eyes, a slight blush creeping across those perfect cheekbones.

“Handsome stranger, eh? That just made my day, Kamaria. Thank you for that,” He winks at me and my pussy wakes back up at that gesture, “Dads aren’t used to compliments, ya know?” Oh, you have a kid?

“Oh, you have a kid?” Ok, I said that part out loud I guess. 

“Yeah, a daughter,” he says, taking out his phone and showing me the lock screen with a picture of a curly-haired girl smiling at the camera, “This is Faye, the light of my life. She’ll be 16 soon.”

“Oh my goodness. She’s gorgeous and she has your curls. Got your shotgun ready?” I laugh, knowing what a Dad would do to protect his daughter, thoughts of my own Dad’s exploits cross my mind.

“Oh, I would love to say it’s primed and loaded. But she’s a pistol. Smarter than she gives herself credit for. And would run circles around any smooth-talking, pock-marked little shit who tried her.” He smiles, putting his phone back in his pocket after checking the time. “Where has the time gone? Let’s get you into your first day, eh?” He motions for me to take the lead and throws another wink my way.

I suddenly remember I had no time to freak out in the car before going in. No time to think about that now, maybe I’ll just freak out a little later. Or something more professional, like excusing myself to the bathroom to have a quick anxiety attack. Perfect plan.

We walk into the building together, Walter holding the door for me. As I am shaking the chill of the early morning off and instantly feeling overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of those in the office, I hear Walter say my name.

“Kamaria?” He tilts his head and shoots me a grin, “You’ll wanna check in with the Desk Sergeant over to the right and let them know it’s your first day, yeah? Along the left wall there, the last one down before the hallway ends is my office. If you need anything, I’ll be in there most of the day and it would be nice to break away from paperwork even if for a second.” 

Ok, this man is most definitely flirting with me. At least, it feels like it. The winks, those smiles, basically inviting me to his office to distract him. What else is that, if not flirting? 

‘He’s just being nice to the inept charity case, sweetheart. Stop dreaming.’ And that’s when the asshole creeps back into my head to try and pull me back down. I ignore it and smile back at Walter.

“Thank you, Walter. For everything,” I start to make my way over to the right, and he to the left, “I’ll be sure to stop by and save you from the paperwork demons.” We are still in eyeshot and walking backward from one another, “I’ll see you later?”

“Later it is, Kam.” That little nickname he throws my way makes my cheeks warm and before I can ask about it, he turns and makes his way to his office. 

I end up standing in front of the Desk Sergeant, a burly bald man who looks like he could break me in half gives me a sweet smile and asks how he could help me. “My name is Kamaria Mansfield and it’s my first day as an intern and I have no clue where I’m supposed to be.” He takes pity on me and points to the intern pool and who has to be the manager giving an early morning meeting.

I rush over and give my name and the manager introduces me to the rest of the interns, none of them look to be starting on their first days as well. Awesome. Kind smiles and waves welcome me and I feel instantly calmed. 

Today will be a good day, hold onto this feeling as long as you can.

Walter’s POV

Kam? Where the fuck did that come from? I gave her a nickname without her permission. Might as well have called her ‘Sweet Cheeks’. Just as I am berating myself, someone walks into my office.

“I need you in Interrogation Room 2 before I lose my shit and plug this asshole into next week,” Commissioner Harper starts a tirade before I even have my coat off.

“Good morning, Commissioner.” I deadpan and start to follow him out of my office. 

“Yeah, good morning, is it?” The Commissioner raises an eyebrow and I get the hint.

I look to the intern pool as Kamaria is being introduced to her fellow gophers like starting at school late in the year. Her sweet smile stays on her face, her eye line focusing on those in her immediate vicinity so she doesn’t notice me walking out of my office and down to the hall.

Making it to Interrogation, the room’s atmosphere shifts as I notice Rachel behind the glass trying her best to stay in control while every other word out of our suspect’s mouth is cunt or whore. No matter how much she may dislike me, or our history, she doesn’t deserve to be treated like that.

I cross my arms and await her signal to come in and be the ‘bad cop’. She’s holding her own and I don’t want to interrupt that. Being a profiler, she knows what games to play and what tactics to use when it comes to hostile men. She’s not afraid in that room, she’s not submissive. She uses what she was blessed with, her feminine wiles and whatever training she can remember. It’s what any good cop would use when in this position, and she's damn good at it.

After the whole situation with Simon Stulls, I had to give her credit. She knew the tells, she knew there was more to the story. And she went after what she believed. After all, she did save my life. As much as I wanted to return the favor, I couldn’t. She was far too…in control of her own life. She wouldn’t allow herself to be in danger without knowing how to save herself. That’s just Rachel.

She doesn’t need me until she has no further tricks up her sleeve. And I have to be fine with that. I am fine with that. I, after all, have my sights set on another. While waiting for Rachel to look at the glass, I’m reminded of our last night together.

*Eight Months Ago*

Rachel was over at my house after work one night, we agreed to finish the casework outside of the office as another excuse to be able to spend time together.

She throws her pen down on the coffee table and turns to me. “Faye still hates me. And you do nothing about it. That sucks, Walter.”

“Faye doesn’t hate you. She can just tell that you and I are different people. I think she knows when I’m not happy and she knows I can’t hide that from her.” I catch her eye as she furrows her brows.

“If you would just realize that I’m not here to be saved, I think you’d be happier.”

“And if you would realize that I am not trying to save you, I think you’d be happier.”

“See, you say that. But all you do is open doors for me, and offer to help with every little thing and that makes me feel like I’m incapable. Like, I’m not in charge of my own life. And that shit goes against everything that I have been taught my entire life. I can do for myself. I don’t need you to help me do every little thing. Wait for me to ask for your help, once in a while. Don’t just…do.” Her voice raises as she gets up from the couch to walk over to the kitchen for a glass of water.

I stay where I am for a moment before standing up and leaning against the back of the couch to face her. “Look, I get it. You are your own woman. You don’t need me. And you have made that abundantly clear. You don’t need anyone. Until you do, and then here I am. Meant to pick up all your pieces. On your terms.” I move one step closer to where she stands. “Why do I never get terms? Why can’t I take care of you when I need to take care of you? Why do I have to wait until you’re ready to accept me as someone to care for you? How do you think that makes me feel? Knowing I’m nothing more than at your beck and call, for when YOU deem it necessary for me to feel helpful? How is that fair to me?”

“I don’t mean to make you feel as though you can’t help me, but you have to realize that 95% of the time I can do it on my own. I’m not your ward, I’m not yours for safekeeping. We should be equals in this relationship. Not owner and dog.”

“That’s not fair and you know it. I was never your owner, and neither did I want to be. And you’re not a dog.” I shift on my feet. “You’re much more like a cat, feral and wild.”

“Thanks for that,” she takes a sip of water before looking back at me, “I always liked cats more anyway. And I get it, you like being the protector. You like being the one to come to for help and reassurance and I just don’t need that right now.”

“Noted. Let’s get back to work and after this, I will stop trying to be your protector and start trying to be your equal, ok?” I nodded back at the paperwork as she nods at me.

Not long after that night, Rachel and I decided to call it quits. Luckily, we kept everything very close to the chest at work so no one ever asked about it. I had a terrible time trying to put the past behind me, no matter how I excelled at treating her as an equal. I wanted someone who needed me. Not someone who tolerated me. Perhaps, good things DO come to those who wait. 

I guess I’ll have to thank Faye at some point for her opinion on the matter. She didn’t like Rachel. And she made it known that Rachel was never going to be in her life if she had anything to do with it. Rachel wasn’t exactly good with kids, let alone teens. I honestly can’t even say if she tried her best. She wanted to be looked at as an authority figure, not a mother figure. That is not the way to get a teen to like you, and she never found the way into Faye’s good graces.

The way into that girl’s heart is by showing her that you care. Care about her hobbies. Care about her favorite color. Or most importantly, as a child of separated parents, show her that you care about the well-being of the two people who brought her into this world. Don’t take anything too lightly, and she’ll give you a chance.

But, Rachel failed there. And there is no relationship when your child doesn’t feel comfortable around your partner. Angie learned that the hard way with Mick or Nick or whatever his name was. But Jackson, the one she’s dating now, he’s a good man. He cares about Angie and he cares about Faye. That’s all I can ask for. All I ever would ask for.

Well, I guess there are other things I can ask for, but I will be patient about those things. My mind retreats to Kamaria calling me handsome. I was dumbfounded at the time, and now I’m incredibly flattered that I flustered her enough for her filter to malfunction in front of me. I could tell she was instantly angry with herself for letting her cards show. But I enjoyed every bit of that interaction, quick as it was. She may have felt intimidated, but she didn’t seem scared and she didn’t seem like she minded my flirting. A good thing, because I plan on flirting with her as much as she will allow me to.

Rachel gives me the cue to step in, snapping me out of my thoughts and I’m slamming the door shut to the Interrogation room before long. Walking up behind the suspect slowly, I stand to the side of him and nod for Rachel to take a break. She collects her things, leaving the case file behind after closing it. But I won’t be needing it.

I pull her empty chair out from the small metal table and act as though I will sit down, but instead choose to throw it behind me. The intended emotion is felt by the suspect. Fear. If I didn’t thrive on that fear, I wouldn’t be able to get the job done. I reach over and grab the suspect by the collar and yank him to me over the table. This is where the fun begins for me and ends for him. I hold him above the ground, speaking to him lowly but still able to be picked up by the audio recording in the room.

“Tell us where the bodies are, and this can be over for you. I’m sure the public defender can get you some type of safety while you live out the rest of your days behind bars,” I tighten my grip on his coat collar before speaking again, “Give us nothing and we’ll feed you to the dogs. You do know what happens to men like you in prison right? Men who’ve done what you’re being accused of doing? They’ll string you up, they’ll castrate you, and if you’re lucky? They’ll make sure you die from your injuries.” 

I set him on his feet and straighten his collar. I walk around him to where his chair is on its side and pick it up, nodding for him to sit down. Chancing a glance at the mirrored window behind, I motion for Rachel to re-enter. I pick up the other chair from the floor and let her sit back down. Ever the professional, Rachel opens the file again

“Now, can you tell me where the bodies are?”

The suspect wipes a hand over his face, eyes peeking up at me before nodding at Rachel. I leave the room and rejoin Commissioner Harper.

“Is it unprofessional to say I love it when you do that?” The Commissioner looks at me with genuine boyhood glee.

“Probably, but I won’t tell anyone if you won’t.” I let my sly smirk show and get back to watching our suspect give Rachel the locations of the five confirmed victims. Once done, a uniformed officer comes to collect him and take him back to the holding cell. Rachel exits and comes back to the room where Harper and I are.

“He gave us everything,” Rachel hands me the file and nods, “thanks for taking over, he was making me want to rip out his fucking throat. But, try and keep The Hulk at bay next time, maybe?”

“I enjoyed it thoroughly,” Harper quips, annoying Rachel to no end.

“Understood, Rachel,” I say, not meaning it at all and she knew it, “I’ll get to work on these. Have the transcript to me later?” I hold up the file and leave the room before she can say anything else. 

Kamaria’s POV

I’m just getting up to lock my computer when I see Walter walking down the hall, his nose in a file. I head in the opposite direction to hit the bathroom before stopping by his office for a quick chat. 

I stop at the door, his attention completely on the file at this point, and knock on it lightly.

“Hey, stranger,” I say, walking in and sitting in one of the chairs across from him. I notice without his coat on, he opted for an oceanic blue sweater today that hugs his biceps which seem even bigger than they did on Friday when I touched them for all of about three seconds.

Without looking up, he smiles and jokes, “I will only be answering to ‘handsome stranger’ from now on, thank you very much.” He finally looks up and I notice his eyes in the sunlight coming through the window, “How’s your first day going?”

“Ha ha, good one. It’s going quite well. I met a lot of nice people. I was taught how to get Spotify on my computer and how to get free snacks from the vending machine at the end of hall. And a couple of the girls are taking me out to lunch.” I guess that could be something friendly, right?

“Oh, they’re gonna grill you. I’ve seen them all go out to lunch a lot. They’re a close-knit bunch but they are also very territorial if they think you’re in a dangerous situation so make sure you play nice.” His tone, although joking, actually sounds serious. Almost like he is encouraging me to make friends with my coworkers, and I like that. I’m sure Yada would be high-fiving him right about now.

“I’ll keep that in mind, handsome stranger,” I chance a wink and him and there is that blush back on his face, “Well before they come to look for me, I better get back. I do wanna make sure I get all the hot gossip and find out where the best places for lunch are.”

“Enjoy your lunch, Kam. If anyone mentions going to Mitch’s Steak Shop, get the cheesesteak. You won’t regret it. I promise,” He smiles and goes to pick up the file again before looking back up at me as I get up to leave, “Actually, I did have something to ask you, if you don’t mind?”

He has a pensive look on his face so I sit back down and nod at him to ask.

“I started calling you Kam without your permission. And I, rather belatedly, would like to say if you don’t like that, I can go back to using your full name. It’s a lovely name, after all. And I would hate for you to feel like I’m getting too personal in calling you something that you didn’t ask to be called.”

“No, it’s fine. I actually used to go by Kam all the time. I haven’t used the nickname in a while and I’m not ashamed to say I missed it. So, please, call me Kam. I like it.” The smile on his face could light up the darkest of nights.

“Phew, good. I spent most of the day feeling like a complete tit. I swear I know better than to call a woman out of her name, but I just felt it in the moment and went with it.” He runs a hand through those curls, and I wanna follow that hand with my own. 

“Don’t sweat it, it made me smile,” Just then my stomach grumbles and I remember I was supposed to be going to lunch, “Ok, it’s food time. I’ll see you later, k?” I raise up from the chair and play with one of my butterfly locs, putting it behind my ear.

“Sounds great, I’ll see you later, Kam.” We share a smile and he returns to his file as I walk out of his office.

I head back to my desk and notice the group at the front door is waiting for me. I scurry up to them and apologize for keeping them waiting. They all just smile and tell me that we are walking to Mitch’s. I guess I get to try the cheesesteak sooner than I thought.

Walter’s POV

The rest of the day moves pretty fast. Rachel has the transcript sent to me with enough time to go over it and plan the search teams. The bodies are located within about a five-mile radius. The teams will go out in the morning. The faster we can recover the bodies, the faster we can get these families closure on their loved ones. And that is what matters most of all.

Before I know it, it’s ten after five and I can hear the cleaning crew vacuuming down the hallway. It has been an interesting day for sure. The thrill of flirting with Kamaria, the excitement of an interrogation gone well, and leaving before the sun is all the way down? A splendid day indeed.

Putting on my jacket, I put my work away and lock it in my desk drawer. I turn off the lights in my office and close the door before turning around to see Kamaria putting on her coat. I walk up to her and offer to walk her out. She accepts and we start the short walk to our cars, taking our time.

“So, how was the rest of your day? Did you get all the hot gossip you could handle?” I ask, chuckling as she rolls her eyes.

“You’ll be happy to know I got absolutely nothing. Either there is no gossip or they’re still trying to figure out if I’m worth keeping their secrets. I understand it. But I did have a great conversation with two nice girls, Nina and Sophie. They’re hilarious. We exchanged numbers and I think they actually think I’m cool.” She rambles out, so excited that she made some friends. How is she so surprised someone thinks she’s cool? She’s amazing.

“Ah yes, the twins. They are nice. And they actually finish each other’s-”

“Sandwiches?”

“Oh my god, did you just quote Frozen to me?” I stop walking and look at her, not even trying to hold in my laughter.

“I took a chance that you might have seen it, thought Faye may have made you watch it. The music in that movie is too good for adults to not enjoy it too. And Olaf? He was so sweet!” Her face lights up remembering the children’s film.

“Olaf was great, I’ll give you that. But I loved Kristoff and Sven more. As a kid, when I found out reindeer were real, I couldn’t believe it. I actually asked her to get me one as a pet.” I can still remember my Mom informing me that instead of a reindeer, we could get a dog. I was upset about the reindeer, but I loved that dog.

I realize we’ve made it to the parking lot and are both leaning on our cars, but making no move to get in and leave. In a second of bravado, I try my luck.

“So I feel like I’m not imagining that we have some chemistry here. Or is my head in the clouds?” I remark, watching Kamaria’s smile widen even more.

“Definitely not imagining it.”

“Would I be too forward in asking for your number? I completely understand if that’s, like, awkward or something.” I shove my hands in my pockets, intentionally running my fingers over my phone.

“That depends. If I give you my number, that means I want to hear from you. If you give me your number, I expect that to mean the same. I ask for clear communication. And if you ever need space, don’t ghost me or just go radio silent. Tell me so that I don’t waste my time, or worse yet, worry. Is that something you can do?” She takes on a serious tone, and I can tell this is something that she needs from me and that she probably hasn’t gotten in the past. Clearly set boundaries.

I take her manicured hand and place it over my heart so she can feel my even heartbeat when I answer her. I hold her hand there, her baby pink nails digging in, and say, “You have my word that I will not only call you and text you, but I will let you know when my attention needs to be elsewhere. And when I can talk again, I will let you know as well.” I rub my thumb over the back of her hand and she honest-to-goodness giggles like some fair maiden in a storybook. 

I let her hand go and she reaches into her pocket and grabs her phone, unlocking it before handing it to me. She then holds out her hand, palm up, to take my phone. I unlock my phone with my other hand and hand it to her. The light of my phone illuminates her face as she enters her information and I try not to stare for too long. I fill in my number and my full name because she might know another Walter. 

Then feeling another spark of bravado, I hit the ‘Add Photo’ button and use the front-facing camera to take a quick selfie. I save my contact and hand her back her phone. She copies me and goes to take a selfie as well. But before I can tell what she is doing, she is standing next to me and taking a picture of us together. She saves the photo and then calls me so I can see the photo. My phone lights up and I see our faces, myself smiling down at her as she faces the camera. I can’t hide the smile on my face, and I wouldn’t dream of keeping that from her. She caused it after all. 

“Ok, let’s get you out of the cold. Let me know when you get home safe?” I say, opening her car door for her to get in.

“Yes, Sir.” A low growl escapes my throat at that. Thank God, she was turned around, getting in the car because those words were almost too much for me not to want to turn her around and kiss the words right out of her mouth. I close the door behind her and step back.

She waves goodbye and I wave back, turning to get into my truck. I turn the key in the ignition and adjust my tightening jeans. I watch as she pulls out of the parking space and drives past me before I start to move the car. I notice she goes the opposite direction that I do and I watch her car in the rearview mirror until it’s no longer in sight.

The drive home is filled with me grinning to myself and thinking about all the little moments of the day. Kamaria. Kam. I can still feel her hand on my chest. I can still smell that fresh and sweet fragrance that lingers on her skin. I can still hear her sonorous laugh. If I could, I would burn that sound into my mind so I could hear it whenever I wanted.

I make it home, walking in the door before my phone dings. I hang up my coat and leave my shoes at the door. I smile, looking at the phone screen, knowing what to expect.

Kam: Made it home safe and sound 😁you home yet??

Me: Just walked in the door

Me: What’s for dinner?

Kam: Since I had a cheesesteak for lunch, I’ll be having a salad haha

Me: You had Mitch’s then, did you enjoy it?

Kam: Your recommendation was excellent! And the kettle chips? So damn tasty

“I bet you’re damn tasty,” I mutter to myself, quicker than I can stop it from escaping.

Me: I could write a sonnet regarding those kettle chips

Kam: I hope you know that means you’ll be reading that to me

Me: As you wish, Princess

Kam: And he quotes Princess Bride??? 

Kam: Ok, I’m gonna get off the phone before I start sweating 😥

Me: And I would just hate to see that 😉

Kam: Ha. Ha. Goodnight Walter 😴

Me: Goodnight Kam

I sit my phone down on the kitchen table and go to rummage in the fridge for dinner, hearing my phone ding again. I reach over and pick it up.

Kam: By the way…

Me: Yes?

Kam: I like it when you growl 🥺

Fuck.

Me: Eat your dinner and enjoy your night, Princess

Kam: Yes, Sir 

I grab a beer from the fridge, and adjust my jeans again, willing myself to maintain control and not shove my hand inside. Then that nagging little voice peeks around a corner in my brain. Was I moving a bit too fast giving her a pet name? That might be too much. And this time, she saves me.

Kam: And yes, I do like to be called Princess so DO NOT think otherwise.

Kam: I can hear your brain gears turning from here

Me: Good to know Princess 

Me: See you tomorrow

Kam: See you tomorrow 

Guess I’m gonna beat this dick like it owes me money.

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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Something Tells Me You Know What I Mean

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC 

Word count: 5.5K

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: Walter and Kamaria have had a rocky road back uphill, will they get to even ground or will it crumble beneath their feet?

Chapter warnings: mentions of past trauma (abduction/SA from last chapter), police interrogation, yelling, Daddy kink, dacryphilia, oral (m receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex, fingering (anal - f receiving), creampie, double creampie

A/N: I’m not a detective or a lawyer, I don’t know the law, I just write fanfiction. So, don’t use my work as research material. Also, there is a special guest. Oh, wait there are two special guests! Un-beta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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Kamaria’s POV

One Month Later

“I have to say you are making leaps and bounds these days, Kamaria. I’m proud of you,” Yada sits in her armchair, smiling at me and I can’t help but return it, “Are you proud of yourself?”

“I…am, yeah,” I rub my hands together while trying to get my words to flow, “I’ve been through a lot in the last month or so. My abduction and assault were a blow to my spirit. But, I’ve done the work to help with the anxiety.”

“You have definitely done some work with your anxiety. Just looking at you, your shoulders aren’t slumped and you look relaxed. How about sleeping and eating? I was worried for a while about nightmares keeping you up. It also crossed my mind that this incident might trigger a relapse in your eating disorder.” Yada’s face is one of support, but I can see her genuine concern for me.

“The nightmares have gotten better. When I’m woken up, I do my breathing exercises and I’m usually able to get right back to sleep. I eat three meals a day now. It’s nice to feel hungry again and not just be forcing myself to eat. I’ve identified my triggers in movies and tv so I can judge what’s ok for me to watch. I start back to work next week, which is awesome. Still having trouble with crowds though. I mean, I have Walter there so I feel like I have an anchor but I haven’t been alone in a crowd.” As I mention Walter, that little thought in the back of my mind crawls its way to the front of my consciousness.

Maybe she won’t ask me about it this time?

“So, speaking of Walter, how’s your intimacy?”

Damn it!

“We make out like teenagers behind bleachers. He’s still my cuddly grumpy bear,” I slowly shake my head as I look down, preparing myself to unleash my emotions, “I love Walter. I do. He started going to a therapist to deal with how this all affected him. I’m so proud of him for that, that man is not vocal. I mean, yeah, with me he won’t shut up. But with strangers, he keeps everything so close to the chest.”

“Have you not noticed any changes in his demeanor?”

“He’s become able to talk with me about what happened. I mean, before? He would walk on eggshells around me like I was this fragile porcelain doll. After some yelling from me, he agreed that he wasn’t dealing with what happened and he started therapy. But, I don’t know how to like, ask him for more.” 

“More?”

“I don’t know how to convince Walter that I’m ready to have sex. He seems like he wants to. But he always stops right before we would usually…‘go all the way’.” Getting frustrated, I end it there.

“You haven’t had sex of any kind?” Thanks for being blunt, Yada.

“Well, we have. Technically. He has gone down on me a few times. But when I ask to return the favor, he usually just says he’s fine or that I don’t have to. And, I’m just salivating these days because I can see that he’s aroused and he won’t let me touch him. I don’t want to force him to tell me what’s stopping him. But I’m worried that it’s something I’m doing that is holding him back. I’m five seconds away from just jumping on him while naked but I don’t want to scare him. And that’s not me putting down my body, I’m just saying coming at him like that might be a little…much.”

“This may seem intense but, have you considered asking him what troubles him?” When I open and close my mouth like a fish gasping for air, she continues, “Great. That’s your homework, then.” Yada takes out her notebook and writes something down before getting up to go around to her desktop computer.

My eyes are following her, my brow creasing, “So just…ask him about it?”

“Yup. Ask him what’s holding him back from allowing himself to be touched. Tell him you want to touch him. Tell him the truth, that you miss that part of your relationship. And ask him what you can do to help. Be comforting, be there for him like he’s been there for you, and be your genuine self.”

“Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. Just inform him that I miss his dick and ask him what I can do to make touching it again a reality. Perfect, I got this.” I slap a fake smile on my face and give a thumbs-up to Yada.

“Fake smile or not, you can handle this. Remember to breathe and take your time. Any answer he may give you could be triggering, so pace yourself and remember your coping skills.”

I nod, not really feeling like talking anymore.

We finish up the session and say our goodbyes. As I leave her office, I steel my features and make it to the hallway where Walter sits and reads from his phone. 

Oh, did I not mention that he won’t let me go anywhere by myself? Yeah. He’s become my shadow.

“Hey baby, you ready?” I say, grabbing his hand as he reaches it out to me. I must have let a bit of emotion slip through because I can see the gears working behind his smile.

As we walk to the exit, Walter speaks, “You have homework concerning me, don’t you?” 

I stop walking and gulp nervously, shifting from foot to foot. 

“So, that’s a yes. Don’t worry, I can’t hear what happens in Yada’s office. You just have a tell when you have to talk to me about something, that’s all.”

My dumb ass actually waits for him to tell me what my giveaway is, we end up in the parking lot before I realize he’s not saying anything. “Gonna keep that to yourself, then?”

“Of course!” He chuckles, pulling me to him so he can plant a kiss on my temple.

“Fine, don’t tell me,” I pout, getting into the truck, “But, there better be ice cream in the near future.”

He smiles at me, tilting his head and saying nothing but closing the door. Putting on my seatbelt, I grumble to myself as he is getting into the truck. That little shit! 

“I’m sorry? I didn’t quite catch that.” I freeze and look up to see a stern Daddy's face.

“I’m sorry!” I scramble to recover, not wanting to say what I said under my breath.

“Hm. Sounded something like ‘See if I will get any ice cream after that outburst’? But, that can’t be right.” He adopts a confused expression, then looks at me with a hint of fire in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, let’s go home for lunch and see if you can’t earn yourself a treat.” He reaches over and pats my thigh before giving it a squeeze in one large paw.

The noise I make is somewhere between a whimper and a moan. And judging by the look on Walter’s face as he starts the car, he enjoyed the sound. He spends the entire ride with his hand on my thigh, and it’s glorious feeling the heat emanating from his hand.

Walter’s POV

After a simple yet hearty lunch, we settle down on the couch. She hasn’t brought up her homework yet, which means it’s going to be a tough conversation. It’s not as if I’m looking forward to having this interaction, but the sooner it is over the sooner we can move forward. 

If I were a betting man, I would put money on it that she wants to talk about our sex life. Or rather, my inability to give myself to her as of late. She won’t like the reason why and I’ll have to take what she dishes out on that front.

I did something she asked me not to do and now I have to tell her.

I spoke to her attacker. Technically.

Walter’s POV

Three Weeks Ago

It’s been about a week since…the incident. Kam is taking this all in stride, from therapy appointments to meetings with the legal team. With the evidence collected, it’s pretty much an open-and-shut case to get both of these men in prison. 

Justin is being charged with drug possession and being an accomplice in the kidnapping. But her captor is being charged with criminal sexual conduct in the second degree, rape in the second degree, and kidnapping in the second degree.

I am off of the case, per the department and Kamaria herself. I’m too close to it. I know that. I understand that I have a stake in this. The love of my life was hurt by these men, and all I want is to see them come to justice.

Seeing her in that hospital bed broke me. Talking to that little shit who somehow thinks he and Kam are in love? While he might have lost the plot, he’s a delusional kid at best and a misguided psychopath at worst. He’s in custody and he’s cooperating with us which is all I care about right now. 

Well, not all I care about. The other one is on my mind nonstop. The mastermind who somehow got help from a kid to commit atrocious crimes. The tosser who I’m told is complex, charismatic, and calculating. I was specifically told by Kam to not get involved. I was officially told by Harper to stay out of it.

And I didn’t engage. Technically. 

It’s a particularly taxing day and I barely slept a wink the night before. Nightmares were keeping Kam awake and I stay up with her so she isn’t alone. The lack of sleep could have accounted for what happened, but let’s be honest I would have done the same damn thing on a full night’s sleep.

I was walking to the men’s room when there was a commotion down the hall. It sounded like it was coming from interrogation and I felt like being nosy. 

I wish I never walked down that hall.

I see Commissioner Harper exiting Interrogation Room 2 but he doesn’t see or hear me approaching. A uniformed officer stands at the door, his eyes flitting between Harper and myself. He clears his throat in a vain attempt to subtly announce my presence. 

Harper turns and notices me, coming to turn me back in the other direction. I make it to the window before he’s able to stop me from looking in. I recognize Rachel sitting with her back to the window, but the person she’s talking to looks unfamiliar. He looks like an arsehole, that mustache belongs in a bad 70s porno.

“Who’s the–” I begin, but Harper stops me.

“Detective, turn around right now. You don’t want to be here.” He points a finger in the other direction and I’m confused for a moment before clarity washes over me.

“Why don’t–,” It feels like slow motion as I look back to the window and it clicks into place, “Is that him?”

The way he looks down, pinching the bridge of his nose, means my suspicion is confirmed. 

Turning back to the window, I clench my jaw and stare ahead at the son-of-a-bitch. I can feel my hands start to tremble, and the adrenaline of rage courses through my veins. Only one thing can help release all of this pent-up energy. As if he could read my mind, I hear Harper speak up.

“Marshall, don’t even think about it.” He doesn’t sound very convincing, does he?

“I promise I won’t touch him, I won’t even say a word,” I plead with him to let me in, “I just need to look into his eyes.” My voice starts to crack at the end and I feel like I could scream.

“Don’t make me regret this,” He signals to the officer to step aside, “And I mean it, not a fucking word.” I nod and we walk in catching the end of a conversation.

“...and then that goddamn kid goes and falls for the girl. I wake up and they’re both gone! Police jammin’ me up over a fuckin’ skirt? Such bullshit! This wasn’t even on me. There’s no point for me to lie, I know you have Justin here somewhere. He’s told you plenty I’m sure.” As if he was so enthralled in his own story, he turns to look at us finally as Harper takes a seat next to Rachel and I remain standing and crossing my arms. His face peels into a shit-eating grin when he settles on me.

Rachel looks up at me and then to Harper who holds up a hand. I see her tense before moving on. “When you say “this wasn’t on you”, what does that mean?”

“I get an envelope delivered to my door with a picture of this girl and a fat stack of cash. I could’ve just run off with the money, but I was promised more when the job was done.” 

“What exactly was ‘the job’?”

I debated leaving at the point and well, hindsight is 20/20.

“Well, the job was to find Kamaria Mansfield. Find out if she was happy, and end that happiness. Seems like she’s a lot tougher than we thought, eh Walter?” He looks back up at me and winks, “Where are my manners? Lloyd Hansen, pleased to finally meet you face-to-face.” 

“How do you know–” Rachel starts, but Hansen interrupts.

“Like I said, sweetheart. The job was to find the girl, and anywhere that Mary went, her lamb was sure to go. And by lamb, I mean this big lug over here. They spend almost every waking hour together, it would be cute if I didn’t have a job to do. So, she’s definitely happy. But! She’s dating a fucking detective and working in a fucking police station, so my options are limited. I follow her for weeks until he drives her to meet with her friends at some stupid little club. Luckily, I knew I could overpower her, but it was best to make sure she wouldn’t fight me. And that’s where Justin comes in.” He stops to catch his breath, then starts again.

“Now, Justin…lives with me. Met him online, only knows me as Sir. That boy is a pretty little thing and he has his uses. Drugs and easy sex are about it, actually. I call him up and tell him to get an Uber to the club ‘cause we’re going to find me a girl. He had no clue about my job and he didn’t need to know. Sort of an unspoken ignorance is bliss type deal. Anyway, he gets to the club and I’ve been watching her all night. I wait until she’s dancing by herself. The other two chicks are at the bar being seduced by two lunkheads that look like they could benchpress a fucking cow. I make my way over to the girl and start grinding behind her. I figure she’s out on the town without the boyfriend, and dancing isn’t cheating so why not cut a rug? But she’s not into it and starts to try and get away, that little scamp. So I make sure I hold onto her tight while Justin gets in place to keep her distracted. He’s able to slip her the Molly. And it goes through her pretty quickly, probably due to the booze in her system. Pretty soon, she is all over Justin and he’s excited as hell until she starts to freak out, asking for Walter before she passes out. We get her to the van in the alley and we take her to where we stay.”

“And that’s the house near Twin Lakes Beach, off Route 69?” Rachel, ever the professional, tries to keep him talking.

“That’ll be the one. Had her for about a day and a half before I noticed her and Justin getting a little too chummy. I thought about killing her, but why murder when you can emotionally and physically scar someone? I made sure she’d never forget me, I made sure that what I did left a mark. She could never see it all as a bad dream, because she’ll have evidence that it all happened. From the pain in her pussy to the cuts from my butterfly knife on her hands and face, I’ll always be with her. And every time you look at her, Walter, you’ll be thinking of me, won’t you?” He was so pleased with himself. Perhaps he wanted to have this interaction with me all along, to rub it all in my face.

All I could see was red, my hands start to hurt from shaking so badly, and I knew I could pick him up and throw him just from the outrage in my veins. I keep my arms crossed because I knew if I lowered them, they would be reaching out for this arsehole. I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself at that moment. I don’t know how I managed to hold myself together at all.

Before I say or do something I regret, Harper stands and walks out of the room and drags me along with him. For a few moments, I’m stunned speechless. But that’s over soon enough.

“He knew her name, he knew she worked here, he knew me, and he knew we were dating. This means it wasn’t random. Which means someone wanted to purposefully hurt her. But who would want to hurt her?” As the question is coming out of my mouth, I think of one name.

Christopher. 

The ex-boyfriend from college. The one who abused her, the one she hit over the head with a sculpture. But does he have the means, the motive, or the opportunity to hire someone to rough up his ex? And would bringing him into this put Kam at risk of being brought up on charges of assault? With so many variables, I do the only thing I could think to do.

I keep my fucking mouth shut. I tell Harper this is too much for me and I make a hasty exit.

Once I am back in my office, I call to check in on Kam and just hearing her voice keeps me calm. I manage to keep my voice steady and if she hears my voice falter, she doesn’t mention it. And I thank my lucky stars.

As we end the call, I think back to Lloyd’s words: “Every time you look at her, Walter, you’ll be thinking of me”.

The stuff of nightmares…

Kamaria’s POV

The Present

“Walter?” I wave my hand in front of his face, getting his attention, “You were certainly deep in thought.”

“Sorry, love. Just wondering what your homework is, is all.” He takes a deep breath and nudges me to speak.

“Well, it’s…I just,” I take a beat, chewing on my lip, “Walter, I…fuck, this is suddenly really difficult to talk about.”

He puts a hand over my fidgeting fingers and instantly soothes me.

“Um, ok. I’ll just come out with it then. I miss being intimate with you. I miss touching you. And I want you to know that I love when you eat me out. Trust me, I absolutely go nuts for it. But, you don’t let me return the favor. And we haven’t had sex in about a month. I just, want to know what I can do to make you feel comfortable. I’m just hoping it isn’t something I’m doing to keep you away–”

“No, no, no. Kam, it’s not you. I’m so sorry that I even made you feel like it was something you did,” He turns and faces me while sitting on the couch, “I have to tell you something and you’re not going to like it. But it will explain why I’ve been the way I have been.”

I push down the immense fear that he’s leaving me, my abandonment issues rearing their ugly head yet again. I nod for him to continue to avoid the threat of my voice cracking when I speak.

“I know you told me not to get involved in your case. But something happened a few weeks ago and you deserve to know about it.” The grave look on his face has me worried.

“What happened?”

He proceeds to launch into a retelling of what my attacker said to him. From being given “the job” to following us and watching me in the club. It hurt to hear that Walter was given all this information. Just to hurt him. But, as mad as I am at Lloyd for what he did to me, I feel just as furious at Walter for keeping all of this a secret for almost a month. 

“So, let me get this straight. You’ve been hurting in silence and didn’t think, not even once, to share this with me? Just leaving me thinking it’s my fault that you don’t want to have sex with me? But it’s the words of a sociopath that you chose to cling to. What happened to ‘we’re in this together’?” 

“We are in this together. I just thought I could handle it.”

“Handle it?!” I untangle myself from him and get up from the couch to start pacing, my anger bubbling inside me, “How do you expect to handle something like that without actually fucking handling it with me or your therapist? Fucking anyone!”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a heavy breath through his nostrils. “How could I have told you then? It had been less than a week since you got out of the hospital. If I brought this up, it would have seriously affected your progress and I couldn’t do that to you.”

“Oh, thank you for waiting to tell me until I had to practically reach inside you and pull out this information. You’re letting him get to you, don’t give him that power. I’m telling you that from a victim’s perspective. Yes, he hurt us, but if we dwell on that, we’re letting him win.”

“Just knowing what he looks like, having him tell me to my face what he did to you. It took everything out of me not to thrash him. I wanted to kill him. That anger…it’s never left me. I just push it down. I just…” An inhuman grunt escapes him and it goes straight to my core.

“Stop pushing it down.”

He wipes a hand down his face and looks up at me. “What do you mean?”

“Something tells me you know exactly what I mean…Daddy.”

“I’m too wound up for that, I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

“I’m not afraid that you’ll hurt me,” I kneel in front of where he sits on the couch, “I’m afraid that you won’t.”

A shuddering breath leaves Walter before he leans forward and grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck. “Does Princess need a little pain from Daddy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I let the emotion inside me escape as tears down my face, “Please hurt me.”

“Fuck you look beautiful when you cry for me, Princess,” He releases my hair and leans back to unbutton and unzip his jeans, his thick and hard dick springing out. He reaches a hand to my face to wipe my tears and with that same hand he starts to jerk his dick, “Come suck your tears off Daddy’s dick, Princess.”

I’ve never thrown myself on a dick so fast. I don’t take my time, I’ve missed it too much. I suck him down, my tongue massaging the underside of his dick. The sounds coming out of him were so rewarding and I could feel the wetness already gathering in my folds. I clench my legs together to keep focused but it only made me moan around his length.

Gathering all my hair in one hand, he holds me steady so he could fuck my face and I couldn’t be happier. The heavy weight of him on my tongue, the drool leaking from the sides of my mouth, my gagging sounds when he hits my uvula. 

It’s too much and I try and move a hand down into my panties but I’m stopped when Walter pulls my head off of him quickly. I sputter and cough, wiping at the drool on my lips. 

“Awwww does Princess need attention on her little pussy?” I nod, as he jerks himself in my face, “Panties off, come up here so you can suck Daddy’s dick and I can play with that pretty pussy.”

I pull my skirt up and pull down my panties, shucking them…somewhere behind me. I get down on all fours with my ass up, leaning down on my elbows. Walter lands some seriously mighty smacks to my ass and stifles my moans by shoving my head down on his length.

He snakes a hand to my clit and rolls it between his thumb and forefinger. I groan into his dick and feel him twitch in my mouth. I sink down on him, letting him repeatedly into my throat for as long as he can handle it. Which ends up being long enough that my throat hurts. 

The man hasn’t fucked me in a month but has this kind of stamina, must be all the anger coursing through him.

“Fuck, Princess…need to have this pussy in my mouth before I fuck it,” He starts to get up and I go to move but he stops me, “You stay right where you are, baby,” He moves behind me on the couch, pushing my front all the way down so my pussy is exposed under my plump ass, “Fuck, so fucking wet for me already, Princess. Such a good girl for Daddy.”

He flattens his tongue and licks from my clit to my entrance, Stiffening his tongue, he fucks into me while his thumb rubs my clit. I push back on him, riding his tongue until I feel that familiar tension.

“Daddy, please may I cum?” 

“Be a good girl and cum on Daddy’s tongue, Princess.” That’s when he decides to push his tongue as far as it will get into my cunt. I can feel him licking my walls.

Oh, he’s really eating me out now.

“Fuck fuck fuuuuuuuck,” I feel the knot tighten then release as I cum over my tongue and lips. My legs shake as I come down and I don’t notice Walter getting into position behind me.

I’m so tight and hot after cumming that he has to push in a few times before my pussy lets him in all the way. But once he’s nestled inside, we both groan at the feeling. Me from the fullness, him from the snug fit.

Pulling most of the way out, he pushes in slowly. He picks up the pace as he goes, his big paws holding my cheeks apart so he can see the grip I have on him. 

“Fuck, I love fucking this pussy, Princess,” He slams into me so deep and fast that I wonder how the fuck he’s doing it, “But this little knot keeps winking at me. I think it wants some attention too.”

“You wanna play with my ass, Daddy?” We’ve never done that before and I’m so turned on and feeling fucked out enough already that I would let him do anything.

“That’s my good girl,” I hear him spit and feel it land on my ass. His thumb circles my knot before dipping in a few times, each time further in than the last until he’s to the knuckle. Holding his finger there, he starts to fuck me again. I feel his dick stretching my cunt and his thumb testing my asshole. “You’re doing so well, baby. We have to get you a plug for this tight ass, keep it ready for me all the time. Fuck I can’t wait to fuck your ass…fucking cum in it and plug you so you keep it all day long. You like that idea, Princess?”

“Yes, Daddy. Want your cum in all my holes.” At this point, my legs have begun to shake again telling me my next orgasm is close.

“Such a good little cumslut you are. You look so good, so full of me right now. Sweet little cunt is full of cock and tight little ass is stuffed. Is Princess gonna cum on Daddy’s cock?” His breathing is labored and his thrusts are getting sloppy.

“Cum with me Daddy. Fill me up!” I push back on his dick so he goes even deeper and I can feel him kissing my cervix with the tip of his dick. “Right there, right there, right there!” With one hand on my clit, I feel the rush of my orgasm as it floods over my fingers.

“That’s it, Princess. Fuck, it’s so…fucking hot…when you…squirt!” His words stutter as he chases his own release and fills me with a load so warm and plentiful that it leaks out past his dick and soaks the couch. Thank goodness this thing is so easy to clean. Between my pussy juices and his jizz, we have got a mess on our hands.

He pulls his finger out of my ass, then pulls his dick out and watches for a beat as his cum dribbles out. I know that’s his favorite part. He disappears into the kitchen and I hear the faucet turn on as he washes his hands. He comes back with one of his dish towels in his hand.

“You’re gonna get a boner every time you use that from now on.” I manage to squeak out before the warm towel touches my sensitive holes.

“Wouldn’t that be a shame?” He lays a quick smack on my ass before wiping the couch down as well. He lifts me off the couch and holds me bridal style, walking to the bedroom. “I don’t feel like showering right now, but you are more than welcome to.” He sets me down on my feet, kissing the top of my head.

We lay in bed for a while, not caring about his cum leaking out of me onto the sheets. We lazily kiss and hold each other and it’s nice. 

“So we had our first fight…and it actually ended in makeup sex.” I kiss the corner of his mouth as he smiles.

“Let’s not make that a habit, though, Princess.”

“Well, I mean, maybe if you didn’t keep a secret then I wouldn’t have had to–”

“Princess?”

“Yes?”

“Is Daddy forgiven?” His tongue snakes out over his bottom lip and I know he did that to seduce me.

“I forgive you, Daddy,” He kisses my forehead. “And I love you, Daddy,” He kisses my nose. “And Daddy loves me too.” He smiles as he kisses my lips, reserved at first until I feel his tongue begging for entrance. Opening my mouth, I let him take the lead as he massages my tongue with his. 

His hand glides from my cheek down my neck to my arm, finally landing under my knee to pull my leg up and open. As he slides in between my legs, I reach up and tangle my fingers in his messy and sweaty head of curls. 

I don’t even care that he is trying to shut me up by kissing me. He’s so fucking good at it! 

He reaches down to free his already half-hard dick and he teases it on my clit before using our combined juices as lube, entering me again hard and fast. When I break the kiss to try and catch my breath, he takes that as a sign.

Sitting up on his knees, he opens my legs wider than I’ve ever had them and proceeds to make me forget all about that silly fight. 

Wait…what fight?

“Such a good girl taking Daddy’s cock so well. Just need you to cum once for me, Princess. Then Daddy’s gonna fill you up.” The sounds my pussy makes while he pounds into me mixed with the visual of watching his dick slide in and out of me has me quaking in minutes. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” 

I feel his dick pulsating and twitching inside me and I catch him as he collapses on top of me. Any other time, I’m sure this weight would be uncomfortable. But, right now? All I can feel is a fucked out man who can’t get enough of me.

I wrap my arms and legs around him as he focuses on his breathing.

“Fuck, baby. I must be crushing you. Let me–”

“One more minute, please?”

“Hmmm.” He settles back in and starts to kiss up and down my neck.

“Okay, if you start doing that, we are gonna spend the whole damn weekend in this bed and we have plans, remember?” He keeps kissing and nipping at my spot and just like magic, I can feel myself forgetting all about…

…what was I saying?

Chapter 11

A/N1: The title of this chapter is taken from Vain by KIRBY. It is such a good song, give it a listen! 

A/N2: Did you like my special guest? Lloyd Hansen, everybody!! 

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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 9

Chapter 9: She Walks Through Her Sunken Dream

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC 

Word count: 3.8K

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 girls' night with Nina and Sophie and the night does not go as planned.

Chapter warnings: forced drug use, dissociation, abduction, mention of SA

A/N: I have been dreading this chapter. But at this point, I just have to post it before I put this story in my back pocket and ride off into the sunset. This chapter is very personal to me. If you or anyone you know is struggling to cope with the aftermath of SA, you have options to get help. Please don’t hesitate to get help, you deserve to heal. Un-beta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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Walter’s POV

“I swear I’m okay with it.” I wasn’t okay with it. Why would I be fine with my girlfriend going out in that outfit while there was danger lurking around every corner?

“You’re really not okay with it, and that’s not a terrible thing. You’re my boyfriend and you think I look hot and maybe you think I look too hot to be going out without you,” She finishes putting her earrings on and I just watch her, “I’m torn between finding this very flattering and very annoying. And I’m going to remind you again that I will be with Nina and Sophie and they’ve got my back.”

“I know they’ve got your back, I just know what will be going through those men’s heads.” I cross my arms and look down at her, trying to appear less worried.

“Care to share? Or am I supposed to think that’s enough to keep me inside tonight?” She crosses her arms and looks up at me defiantly. She’s cute when she mimics me, but I try to ignore this.

“Men think they’re owed everything. It’s why they buy you drinks. It’s because they think you’re for sale. Men are–”

“Pigs. Yes, I’ve heard. From you. More than once, my love,” She slipped on her shoes at the door and I was fuming by the time she grabbed her keys, “Walter, you are driving me to and from the club. I can’t make this any easier on you. Aside from letting you join us inside.”

“Which I’m not opposed to!” 

“Uh huh, you told me. You are not ruining girls' night by bringing your big scary self in there.” She reaches up to my face and pulls me down for a chaste kiss, just enough to shut me up, “Now, drive me to the club. And when I come back, you are gonna hold me down and make me take every inch of you in any way you want for however long you want. Is that clear?”

“So now you make the rules, Princess?” 

“When it comes to this specific instance, yes. Because otherwise, you’d keep me locked in a tower for my safety.” 

“Stop giving me ideas, love. You know how my mind works.”

“Right, well let’s go before you start pricing towers.” Her tiny hand grabs mine and starts to lead me out of her apartment.

The drive to the club is mostly quiet. A mixture of her excitement and my apprehension creates a strange atmosphere that only affects me it would seem. She’s been tapping out a rhythm on her thigh the entire ride and she seems keen to be going out. Perhaps she needed this more than I originally thought.

As I pull up across the street from the club, she’s taking out her phone and texting the girls. I just watch her and try and school my face into a neutral expression.

“Walter, stop.”

“Stop what?” I genuinely thought I was doing well.

“I can hear your brain doing somersaults,” She looks over to me and dons a pitying smile, “The girls are coming down the street, see? I’m gonna go and you’re gonna leave and not stay here all night. I will text you when the girls and I are leaving. They took an Uber here, so we might Uber back, or by the look on your face, you’ll be picking me up. Now, tell me you love me and you trust me.”

“I love you and I trust you. I just–”

“Nope. That was all I needed. I love you, Walter. I’ll see you in a few hours, ok?” Before she can reach for the door handle, I lean in to brush my lips against hers. If I linger there for a moment, she doesn’t seem the mind.

“Have fun, Princess. I’ll see you soon.”

She exits my truck and walks a few feet to where Nina and Sophie are standing. They hug and make their way across the street to Club Echo. I stay and watch until she walks inside. Chewing the inside of my cheek, I force myself to drive away.

Kamaria’s POV

As we walk into the club, the blare of Megan Thee Stallion playing bumps around us. Heading to the bar first, we all get a couple of jolly rancher shots to get us started. The mixture of amaretto, melon liquor, grenadine, and Sprite goes down easier than I expected. 

Ordering an amaretto sour, I turn to look around the bar and survey my surroundings. You don’t date a detective without learning a thing or so. I make sure to remember where the bathrooms are, there is the main entrance and also an emergency exit to the left of where the DJ booth sits.

When I turn back around, my drink is in front of me and I pick it up taking a generous sip. When I see the girls have their drinks, I hold mine up and we toast to the night ahead. We decide to finish our drinks at the bar before moving to the dance floor.

We find the perfect spot close to the DJ as Twerkulator by City Girls starts up. The liquor in my veins paired with my rising body heat from dancing had me feeling blissful. So on cloud nine, I didn’t think twice as I felt two hands on my hips. It wasn’t until I picked up on the unmistakable feeling of a clothed erection against my ass that I came to my senses.

As I tried to move out of the grasp of who was holding me, they just held on tighter and pulled me flush against them. I tried to reach for their hands, but they just held my arms behind my back. I attempted to crane my neck to find the girls when a large paw held my jaw in place. 

When a college-aged boy comes to stand in front of me, I notice his pupils are blown wide behind his glasses. A telltale sign of drug use. He’s moving offbeat from the song but no one else seems to notice. Just like no one notices him opening my mouth and putting a small pink tablet between my lips.

Instantly, my brain has to decide. Fight, flight, freeze, or fawn? The numbness of fear washes over me as I concede my fate and I freeze. My body stiffens and my conscious mind retreats to the background as I swallow the tablet.

I can’t hear his voice, but I can see the boy’s lips moving. He’s saying ‘Kiss me’, I think. The arms that were around me suddenly let go and move me forward. His lips are so pink. And he’s got such a handsome smile.

The music is really loud.

The lights are moving so fast.

It’s so hot in here.

He’s looking over my shoulder and nodding. I try to see what he is looking at, but he catches my jaw before I can turn. His skin on mine feels like electricity and I move my hand to his face, my thumb caressing his cheek. He looks so pretty. Does he taste pretty too?

Need to taste him.

He’s leaning in. He’s so soft like he’s shy at kissing.

Not Walter. Walter’s not shy at kissing. 

“Where…Walter?” Can he hear me? He’s looking over my shoulder again, this time he’s shaking his head.

“Where…Nina? Sophie?” Head hurts. Can’t think.

Blackness.

Walter’s POV

The last thing I said to her was ‘I’ll see you soon.’ Those words keep echoing in my brain. I know I couldn’t have done anything differently. My actions didn’t cause what happened. I didn’t hand her over to her captors.

So, why then does it feel like this wasn’t a random incident? 

I’ve traced our steps back as far as I can remember. I’ve interviewed so many people from the club, including the twins who were the last to see her. They’re almost as shell-shocked as I am. 

They never saw the guys that took Kam. The cameras in the club barely picked up anything. The footage from the back of the club shows her being carried out and placed into a van before it drives off. Nothing from inside of the club that’s of any help.

I can’t help but think that I’m missing something. Checking my watch, I see it’s about 3:00 pm. It’s been about forty-one hours since I dropped her off outside of the club. I’ve slept maybe a handful of those hours. I can’t get her smile out of my head. I refuse to go home until I have her with me.

Everyone knows the first forty-eight hours are the most important in an abduction case. There are television shows and documentaries about it. I don’t want to think about the fact that the odds of finding her decrease by 50% after the first two days. But how could I not?

I’ve been here before. I’ve spoken to victims’ families. I’ve seen so many people found, but it doesn’t erase the bodies that are uncovered. We’re not going to find her body, we’re going to find her safe and alive.

I’m all she has. She has no one but me. And I refuse to let her down.

Near the forty-fifth hour, everything changes when Commissioner Harper comes into my office. He’s walked on eggshells around me since this whole thing started. I would have done the same, shoe on the other foot.

“I just got a call about a woman who was admitted to Hennepin County Medical Center. She matches Kamaria’s description. Wanna take a drive?” His words are slow and meant to not stir up hope, it would seem.

I’m up out of my seat so fast, the chair falls over behind me. “I’m driving.”

I’m silent on the drive there. So is Harper, thankfully. I pull into one of the spots designated for police and turn off the truck. With my hand on the door handle, I pause and turn to him. “If it’s not her–”

“We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it. For now, just follow me. Let’s go.” I’m grateful for his presence in this situation. I don’t want to think about doing this on my own.

We flash our badges at the reception desk and Harper confirms with the nurse that they have a young woman matching Kam’s details upstairs. After we’re given the location and directions, we make our way through various hallways. Rounding a corner, we find another nurse’s station. As Harper talks with the nurse, I look toward the end of the hall feeling impatient.

The nurse gets up and beckons us to follow her down the hallway. Knocking on the door to a room, the nurse then enters and allows us in after her. I look up and lock eyes with the patient in the bed and let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

“Walter?” Her tiny voice is no more than a whisper as she tries to sit up on the gurney.

“Don’t try to get up, dear,” The nurse standing next to me pushes me toward Kam with a smile, “You can go ahead. We’ll be right outside.” She takes Harper back to the hallway and shuts the door.

When I reach her bedside, I don’t know what to do but look at her. I notice the I.V. in her right hand, the blood pressure cuff on her left arm, the oxygen tube running under her nose, and various bandages decorating her face and hands. I’ve never seen her look so…this.

“I never thought I would see you again. I was so…scared,” She reaches out to me at the last word, and I wrap my arms around her as she sobs. She clutches at my jumper and I let loose the tears that I refused to shed the last two days.

Holding her in my arms again feels like the first time. She feels different, altered from her ordeal. The cruel yet realistic worry runs through my mind and I feel nauseous. I’m afraid to ask about it and just like always, she can read my thoughts.

When I lean back from our embrace, she looks up at me with shame in her eyes. I recognize it as a symptom of sexual assault victims and it breaks my heart.

“I let them take my clothes as evidence. I consented to have a medical forensic exam performed. They’re having me tested for STDs. And hopefully, they can find out what I was drugged with at the club,” She is still clinging to my pullover as if I would ever ask her to let go of me, “We’re both victims of this trauma and we need to be there for each other if we want to heal. But I understand if this is too mu–”

“I’m going to stop you right there. I love you, Kam. This is not too much. I will do anything in my power to help you heal, including doing the work to heal myself,” I caress her cheek and wipe away a stray tear, “But there is something I don’t understand. Why would they let you go?”

“They didn’t let me go exactly,” At my confused expression, she elaborates, “If…Justin…hadn’t been there, I–”

“Justin?”

“He’s the reason I got away. I thought he was one of my abductors, but he might be just another victim.”

“Where’s Justin now?”

“Walter, he’s not who did this to me.”

“But he knows who did, Kam. He could help us find who hurt you, so please let him help us. Where is Justin?”

“Promise me no one will hurt him?” 

“You know I can’t promise that. As an accomplice to kidnapping, he could end up facing the same charges up to and including prison time.”

“It was worth a shot to ask,” Taking a deep breath, she looks past me where Harper and the nurse stand talking outside of the window, “I told him to wait in the lobby, he should still be there. Glasses, messy chestnut hair, he said he was 21 but he looks all of 16 at best. He’s skittish so take it slow if you can.”

I nod, clearly not excited about having to take it easy on this kid. I can’t see him as a “kid” anyway, whether or not he hurt her, he’s an accomplice to kidnapping at the very least. Taking it easy is about to have to have an asterisk in the definition.

“Walter?” She reaches up to smooth out the frown lines on my face. I nod for her to speak, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I say, realizing I am unsure of where to plant a kiss. On the lips seems too much post-assault, as did the neck. A kiss on the hand felt like not enough, but my lips need to touch her before I–

“Kiss my forehead, Walter. You know I love a forehead kiss.” 

I really need to learn to quiet my thoughts around her. Damn mind reader…

As I exit the hospital room, I pull Harper to the side and explain what Kamaria has told me. They can have the warrant for his arrest as soon as we make it to the station. When we head back down to the lobby, I make sure the exits are covered so he can’t run. Looking around the room, I spot him in the corner and he looks scared already.

Originally, I thought I would have a uniformed cop arrest him. But there’s no way I’m not getting involved in this. And anyone would be dumb to try and stop me.

I sit in the chair to the right of Justin, Harper sitting to the left. His hands are in his lap, one knee bouncing as he opens his mouth.

“Is Kamaria doing okay? I want her to be okay.” He sniffles, bringing a hand up to chew at his thumbnail.

“You actually sound like you care about her,” Harper speaks evenly, appearing to be empathetic. 

I guess that makes me Bad Cop™.

“I do care about her, I lo–” 

“If you’re about to say you love her, save it for court. Nobody is gonna believe you here, kid. And I honestly doubt a judge will believe you either.” I scoffed. My blood is boiling, this kid has to be fucking with us. I’m about two seconds from throwing him against the nearest wall, setting be damned.

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter what you think about me. It matters what she thinks. And she knows that I love her. Just ask her.” Justin pleads, looking between Harper and me.

“Let’s say she knows you love her. Does she love you, Justin?” Harper countered, turning to face the kid.

“She…kissed me.” The kid actually smiles and touches his lips like a fucking teen romance movie character. I can’t take any more of this.

“Mazel Tov! Who gives a shit?” Even Harper is getting agitated, no longer speaking calmly.

“I didn’t have to hurt her to get her to touch me. She would beg me just to–”

“On the list of things that will help you, finishing that sentence is not one of them.” Judging from the height of Harper’s eyebrows and the look of sheer terror on Justin’s face, I got my point across.

“I second that. Look, work with us here. If you can help us find who hurt you, we can work on lowering your sentence,” Harper puts a reassuring hand on Justin’s shoulder, “But that is only if you agree to work with us. Trust me, a kid like you in Gen Pop? They’ll eat ya alive.”

“Can you keep us safe from him?” Us. He said ‘us’.

“When you say ‘us’, you mean…” Harper trails off, letting Justin clear up his answer.

“Keep me and Kamaria safe. If he finds out she’s here and that I brought her? He’ll gut us both. I can’t let her get hurt.”

“She’s not your responsibility. Let us worry about her. You’ve got other things to worry about, like helping us find this nutjob. I don’t suppose you have a name or a location for us?” How dare he think he has some claim to her…

“I only know him as Sir,” He pauses, suddenly looking a bit green in the face, “But I can show you where he kept us. It’s about an hour away, near Twin Lakes Beach. I drove past another hospital to get to this one outside the county. I stole his keys and I just drove. You can’t let him find us.” Justin starts to sob and I feel numb. Had it been under any other circumstances, I would have had some type of feeling. But it’s too close, too personal.

“You can show us on a map where he is, then we’ll get you down to the station and take your statement.” Harper claps a hand on Justin’s knee and nods to a uniformed cop to bring a map over.

“I think it’s better if I don’t go on the search team, for obvious reasons. I’ll be upstairs if I’m needed.” I get up, making it clear I want nothing more to do with this at the present moment. 

Walking toward the elevators, I hear Justin ask what the ‘obvious reasons’ were. As the elevator closes around me, Harper replies, “Don’t worry about it.” Yeah, that’s probably the best move right now. If he knows I’m the boyfriend, he may be less likely to speak.

Finding my way back to Kam’s room, I see that she’s sitting up in bed. She notices me walking by and motions for me to come in. 

“I assume he was still down there. You’ve got the grumpy face.” She says, reaching out for my hand. I take hold of hers and sit in the chair next to the bed.

“One of these days, I will learn how to train my face. It won’t be this week, though.” Chancing a glance at her, I can’t help but think about what Justin said. 

‘I didn’t have to hurt her to get her to touch me…’

“I know you have questions. And I swear I will answer all of them. Just, please not tonight? I’m sorry, I just can’t.” Sizable tears roll down her face and my heart breaks.

I shake my head. Partly out of fear of my voice cracking, and partly because I don’t want any answers. I’ve never been in this situation before, but it feels a lot like guilt. Like it was my fault this happened. I know it isn’t. But why does it hurt so much?

I’m pulled out of my interior monologue by my phone ringing. I clear my throat and answer it. I hear the three words spoken clear as day, but I still ask the officer to repeat herself. I acknowledge and end the call. 

Why am I so awestruck by this news? This is good, right?

Oh.

“Walter, what is it? You’re freaking me out a little.” Her voice sounds worried, but also far away. Like, maybe she feels what I feel.

“They found him. He’s been taken into custody. We got him.” I try to hide that I wish they had killed him, so she didn’t have to see her rapist again.

“That’s…good,” She is attempting to convince both of us that this isn’t worse than the alternative, “He can go to prison…and I’ll probably…have to…testify.” Her heart monitor starts to make noise, her chest rising and falling quickly.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was having a panic attack. Two nurses come in to check the monitor, I step back to let them work but Kam’s hand reaches out for mine. When she’s calmed down, the nurses take their leave and we’re alone again.

“We don’t have to think about that tonight. The only thing that matters is that we’re together, we’re safe, we love each other, and neither of us is going anywhere,” I kiss her hand and link our fingers, “Repeat it back to me.”

“We’re together, we’re safe, we love each other, and neither of us is going anywhere.” When her voice breaks, so does my resolve. I need to hold her again. I need to feel that she’s safe.

I wrap my arms around her, her bawling and my silent tears keeping us locked in a state of sadness. Even if we cry, it feels better with her in my arms knowing she is safe. 

If I have to cry with her every night for the next fifty years, I’ll do it with no questions asked. That’s a promise.

Chapter 10

A/N: The songs that I listened to nonstop while writing this chapter were All Night by Chance the Rapper and Life on Mars originally by David Bowie. I linked to the version by Trey Songz because I really love that interpretation. Ok, yes, maybe I watched Sebastian Stan’s episode of Law & Order and had a crush on his character and included him in this story. I needed an accomplice and Justin was so adorable and pliable.

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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Feels Like Today

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC 

Word count: 1.6K

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: Walter introduces Kamaria to Faye.

Chapter warnings: none, believe it or not

A/N: I have been wanting this chapter to happen for so long. I love Faye as a character so much, you don’t even know! Un-beta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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Walter’s POV

Sunday Afternoon

“Oh, my God! Why didn’t you tell me you were introducing me to Faye today?” 

We pull up finally to Angie and Faye’s house, my old home with them. I put the truck in park and turn to look at Kamaria with a reassuring smile on my face.

“I didn’t tell you because you tend to allow time for anxiety to take over. I think I know you a bit by now, Princess. If you don’t have the time to panic, you don’t panic. Am I right?” I reach over and caress her cheek as her eyes find mine.

“Ok, you’re right. How dare you know me so well already!” Her words make me chuckle and she joins.

“I mean, I am in love with you. I think that means I know you pretty well, Princess. Ah, and speaking of Princess, I’m going to use your name around Faye if that’s alright. I just have the sneaking suspicion that she’ll think I’m speaking to her, even though I don’t call her Princess anymore at her age,” I broach the subject, hoping she won’t mind.

“Oh, that makes sense. That’s fine, Daddy…Walter! Ok, no time to panic, right?” Her eyebrows shoot up into the heavens at her slip-up and I stifle my laughter before it can escape.

“No time to panic, but there is also no need to. You’ve got this. Plus, if it helps, she asked to meet you a few days back. I kind of couldn’t help myself and told her about you. She knows that this is serious and wanted to make sure you were right for me. She kind of hated Rachel,” I rattle on, suddenly realizing I’m nervous as well.

“She wanted to meet me? While I’m not surprised she hated Rachel. But I still feel like I need to impress her. Ok, quick before I start to panic, we gotta move. Do we both go to the door? Do I stay here? And what are we-” I cut off her rambling before she can veer out of control.

“Yes, she wanted to meet you. I’ll go get her. You wait here, and when I have her, you can jump out and say hello. Also, she might try and take the front seat so be prepared for that.” I lean over and kiss her forehead before exiting the truck.

I get up to the front door and ring the doorbell. Faye is out soon enough, bundled up with a scarf hiding half her face. “Darling, you don’t need that scarf. It’s barely that cold out.”

“Mom! I told you I didn’t need this scarf, I’m leaving it!” She shouts in the direction of wherever her mother is in the house and throws the scarf behind her before closing the door. “So, what are we doing today, Dad?”

“Well, I’ve got a bit of a surprise for you first,” I hint. As we get closer to the truck, the passenger door opens and Kamaria exits with a huge smile on her face. “Faye, this is Kamaria, my girlfriend. Kam, this is Faye, my daughter.”

Faye shocks the fuck out of me and beams brightly at Kamaria. “Oh, my God! He won’t shut up about you!”

“Really? That’s so cuuuuute! Faye, it’s so good to meet you. You’re even prettier in person!” Kam gushes, her nerves but a forgotten memory.

“Thank you. It’s good to finally meet you too. I feel like Dad told me so much about you, but I have more questions too. So, let’s go!” Faye looks up at me and I nod for us all to get in the truck. To my surprise, when Kam opens the passenger doors, Faye sits in the back and Kam sits up front. I’ll count that a win.

Walter’s POV

Sunday Afternoon (continued)

We arrive at the Minneapolis Institute of Art. I know that Faye loves museums of any kind and since Kam was an art major, I thought this would be the perfect activity for us all to take part in. I’m not big on art, but this is more for them to get acquainted. I just enjoy spending time with them, and they’re here gushing over art together. 

They have all but forgotten me as I lag, taking pictures of them on my phone as they discuss what artists may have been thinking when creating certain pieces. Of course, they try and bring me in on the conversation multiple times but after a while, they give up on trying to get my input on African Zulu ceramics and early modern Japanese artwork.

Kam and Faye insist on spending about an hour in the gift shop looking at books and tiny replica statues. Kam is obsessed with a book on Botticelli and Renaissance Florence, while Faye is interested in one on Chinese Fairy Tales and Legends. I pick up two woodless graphite pencil sets and sketchbooks for them as well. We check out, or more correctly, I take their books and usher them to the exit before they can add anything else to the bill.

I can’t help but pat myself on the back for choosing this as an outing for us all. They speak animatedly about the adventure as I drive us to get something to eat. Yet again, they forget all about me in their conversation. This is music to my ears but I don’t let them know how happy I am to hear that they enjoyed themselves. I have to play it cool, as a father and a boyfriend.

Walter’s POV

Sunday Evening

I park and interrupt their chatter to inform them that we’ve arrived at the restaurant. As soon as we are directed to our table, they decide to sit on one side of the table and I sit on the other. I have to remind them twice to look at the menu and decide what they want to eat. 

We order burgers and fries and they convince me to get them cake and ice cream with two adorable pouty faces. I suddenly realize my mistake. I’ve just organized a fully-unified front against myself. I honestly didn’t expect that it would make me smile so hard despite it. They’ve both got me wrapped around their little fingers and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

We finish up our meal and get back in the truck for the ride back to Faye and Angie’s. The girls talk about planning what they would do when they hang out again. Faye pokes her head up between the front seats and talks directly to Kam as if she just has to see her face when she makes her laugh. 

It’s so good to see both of my girls just enjoying their day and not letting the worries of the world rest on their shoulders. Kam’s anxiety and Faye’s need for approval still exist, but for a moment they can just…be. That’s what I wanted out of today, a chance to get a refresh before the beginning of the week. It looks like it’s just what they needed.

We pull up to the house and Faye is unbuckling herself and leaning up to hug me, then turning to Kam with open arms. If I were a hairsbreadth more fragile, I would have shed a tear at the cute moment of seeing the two of them hug. My daughter barely hugs me or her mother and she just hugged my girlfriend. That’s huge for an almost 16-year-old. She exits the truck and I wait until she is inside before driving off.

We retrieve Kam’s things from my house and I start the drive back to her apartment feeling as if this weekend was a success. “So, Princess. You have had quite the weekend. Some major steps, I’d say. How are you feeling right now?” I keep the smile on my face so she can hear it as I keep my eyes on the road.

“I had so much fun this weekend. I can’t believe I just had a fun time with a teenager. I’m also sorry that I completely sorta left you behind while she was here but I wanted to connect with her. She’s important and I wanted to give her my undivided attention,” she says, the apology light but present in her voice.

“No need to apologize, do you even understand how pleasing it is that you want to know my daughter? Because let me tell you, it lit a fire under me in the best of ways. Now that you two have met, we can have more outings like this. I finally feel like my worlds are finally melding together.” I reach over and grab her hand, lacing our fingers together.

“I love you,” she gushed, squeezing my hand.

I look over at her and squeeze her hand back, “I love you too, Princess.”

Walter’s POV

Sunday Evening (continued)

I get Kam back home and she won’t let me leave until I walk her to her door. Of course, she talks me into staying for a bit. A bit becomes a few hours and soon I am pressing her into her mattress and making her whimper my name. I effectively put her to bed, cuddling her to my chest. As her soft snores even out, I think about what she means to me.

This woman is a dream come true, someone who challenges me and someone who complements me. And my daughter, who historically hates most people, likes her. It’s enough to have a beautiful woman on your arm, it’s entirely different to have her love you and want the best for you. 

Kamaria is my person. She’s not perfect and neither am I, but she’s mine as I am hers. And God forbid anyone tries anything to change that. They’ll be met with hellfire on both of our sides.

Chapter 8

A/N: There is a reason this chapter is so short. The next chapter is gonna get intense, folks.

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