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scandinavianfairytale · 19 days

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Wanting

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

Yet people were still taking that stupid drug.

Walter was pissed off, to say the least.

How are people this stupid?

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

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

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

How can you be so stupid?

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

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

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

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

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

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

It already started taking effect.

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck you."

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

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

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

"Now you're trying to cover up?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

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

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

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

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

"And? How does it feel?"

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

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

"Can you help me, please?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mindblowing.

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

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

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

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

"What is it?"

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

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

"Mhm."

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was over.

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

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

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

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

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scandinavianfairytale · 29 days

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Indeed! 🙌

Not you again

Pairing: Past Jake Seresin x Reader (they are single parents now)

Warnings: Bullying, Readers daughter punches Jakes son, parents acting like children (they are extremely immature for a moment), mentions of blood, a broken nose, a few curse words, past relationship betwen the parents, betrayal, humiliation, implied loss of virginity

A/N: I'll tag this a 18+ due to sensitive subject! Please heed the warnings!! Reader came from a "wealthy" family from the city & they moved to the village and she was considered a "prude" by her classmates. Hence, her nickname in elementary school was "Prudy".

Driving stressed and angry during rush hour was something you were hoping to avoid in general, especially when you had places to be. For example, at an impromptu meeting with your daughters principal, which you really didn’t want to be late to. Especially not after you got called in because your daughter punched some boy in the face.

"The details will be revealed once you are present."

The only reason your daughter would ever punch someone was if they were hurting her, and she asked them to stop. Which was something you tried explaining to the principal only for it to fall on deaf ears.

And now here you were, honking at the idiot who just blew past an obvious red light and nearly ran you off the road.

Pissed off you parked in front of the school and hurriedly walked across the hallway to the office you knew belonged to the principal. As you entered you realized that only your daughter and the boy she punched were in the office with the principal.

"Honey, are you okay?" You asked your seven year old, worryingly.

"I'm okay." The girl nodded with a small smile. You patted her head and turned to the principal.

"Where are the other parents?"

"His dad is on his way." The principal responded and pointed to the empty chair between your daughter and the boy. As you sat down, you finally looked at the boy, and you realized he looked familiar, but you couldn't really place his face.

"Are you okay?" You asked the boy.

"Let's wait for the dad and then we can proceed." The principal smiled at you. She was a polite lady and your experience with her were positive, which is why you were so curious to know why this meeting was even needed.

You made small talk with the principal for a few minutes before the door opened again and the dad entered. Turning around, your mouth fell open.

No wonder you found the boy familiar. He was an exact copy of his stupid dad.

"Is that you, Prudy?" His stupid smirk was still stupid.

"Seresin. You have got to be fucking kidding me." Immediately covering your mouth at the obscenities that came out as a default. Your daughter started cackling but immediately stopped as soon as you looked at her.

"I'm sorry." You apologized.

"So, you two know each other?" The principal asked.

"We went to elementary and high school together." Jake smirked as he sat down, ruffling the hair of his son. "How have you been?" He asked and your jaw tensed.

Out of all the people.

"Mrs. Thompson, can we please hurry this along, I don't want to be here for longer than necessary." You stewed in your seat.

"Right. I don't know the whole extent of the conflict, but it seems that your son has been bullying your daughter." Mrs Thompson pointed between the children.

"Like father, like son." You mumbled under your breath. Mrs Thompson glared at you before she continued.

"And then your daughter punched your son in the face, breaking his nose."

"Good job, Sweetie." You beener at your daughter.

"Good job?" Jake piped up. "She broke his nose."

"It'll heal. It's just cartilage." You dismissed it.

"It's not just that." The principal turned to you. "This school has zero tolerance for violence, which-"

"Stop, I know where you're going with this." You interjected and turned to your daughter.

"Violet, tell me...us, what has been going on."

"Well...Timothy has been mean. He's hiding things from me, calling me names. He pushed me off the swing yesterday and I asked him to stop, but he started laughing at me." Violet avoided your eyes. Softly putting your hand on her shoulder, you tried soothing her.

"I didn't mean to hurt him so much, mommy, but he threw a rock at me and it cut me and you told me I can punch anyone who is trying to harm me if they don't listen." Violet started crying. "And he wasn't listening. He just kept laughing, so-so-so I punched him."

"Honey." You cooed. "You did the right thing."

"Okay, you need to stop praising your daugther, this was not the right thing to do." Jake rolled his eyes.

"That's rich coming from the man that us raising his child to be just like him."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You were just like him. You're the reason why I told Violet to punch her bullies in the face. That's what I should've done to you. Maybe it's not too late, though." You threatened.

"Okay, you two, outside!" Mrs Thompson yelled.

The three adults left the room and the principal carefully closed the door, angrily turning to the parents.

"You need to stop acting like children, this is not your elementary school anymore, these are your children who are hurting. Start acting like the adults." The principal paused. "Now, I'm going back in and I will sort it out on my own. In the meantime, you two talk it out and when you are ready to act your age, come back inside and I will tell you what my conclusion is."

Crossing your arms, you glared at Jake.

"Look, Prudy, Mrs Thompson is right, we shouldn't be acting this way." Jake sighed and ran his hand over his hair. "I'm sorry, I didn't know this was happening."

You cautiously observed him.

"I'm not like I was all those years ago, I don't encourage violence, and I'm trying to be there for Timothy, but ever since his mom left..." He paused, sighing again. "We've both been going through it."

"I'm sorry." You offered.

"It's fine, I'm processing it, but Timothy's clearly not. I saw some changes in him, but he said he was fine, so I just left it at that."

"Look, I'm really sorry for what happened, but I stand by what I said to Violet. And I am not going to let her apologize, because she did the right thing." Jake wanted to object, but you shushed him. "Violet is not going to be the victim, I'm not letting her get the same treatment as I did. I'm going to let bullying control her life like it did mine."

"I told her it's okay to fight back, but only after she asked and asked to be left alone. After that she has my permission to stand up for herself and I will not let her apologize for that, no matter what the reason for bullying was."

"You need to stop blaming me for your life." Jake rolled his eyes.

"Oh make no mistake, I have a good life and I worked very fucking hard for it, but I had to go through years of therapy because of the bullying. I know it's not your fault, but I will not let my daughter make the same mistakes I did. I didn't stand up for myself, I let you and others take away my self-worth, and I just kept on coming back because I so desperately wanted to belong. And you took advantage of that. Every single day."

"Yet you still dated me for six months." He scoffed.

"And where did that get us?"

"You took everything from me. I hate you!" You screamed at him, tears burning your cheeks. Your His friends laughed at your outburst.

"Oh come on, Prudy, you had a good time, didn't you? Those little moans were a good clue." Jake mocked. His smirk vanished as you slapped him and everyone fell silent. You stared at each other and you calmed down.

"Karma is a bitch, Seresin and one day it'll catch up with you." You stormed away. No one ever saw you again.

He kept thinking of that sentence as his wife left him, when he was fired, when his grandfather died suddenly. He kept wandering if that was what you were talking about all those years ago.

"Jake, I know your dad was abusive. I know why you did what you did. We hashed it out years ago. But that was before we had kids. That was before your kid bullied my kid." You sighed, letting your arms fall to your sides. "But keep in mind that Timothy is a child and what he's doing is in consequence to his home life. So, if you don't want him to be like you, look in the mirror and make better choices." You reached for the door handle, but turned around.

"And one more thing, if Timothy keeps harassing Violet, she will get permission to do more than just punch." You entered the principal's office, staring at the two kids. You found it ironic how history tends to repeat itself.

Crouching down to the kids level, you smiled at them. "Timothy, why are you picking on Violet?" You asked in a soft voice.

"I hate violets." Timothy pouted and crossed his arms.

"Violets were his mothers favorite flowers." Jake commented as he entered the room. He crouched down as well, leaning his forhead to his sons.

"Buddy...your mom leaving-" Jake ran out of words and you patted his back. He spared you a glance.

"You can't pick on Violet just because you miss your mom." He firmly told his son.

"I don't miss mom!" Timothy yelled, but tears welled in his eyes.

"Your mom didn’t leave you. She left me. It broke her heart to leave you behind, but...it's adult stuff, Timmy. I'll tell you about it when you're older, okay? Right now, you need to know that your mom and I love you so much. You know how much?" Jake waited with a small smile playing on his lips.

"To the moon and back." Timothy started crying and he hugged his father. "I'm sorry Violet." He sobbed.

"That's right, Buddy, to the moon and back." Jake soothed his son as he cried in his arms, stroking his back and quietly shushing him, trying to calm him down.

When Timothy calmed down, Jake sat him down on the seat and he sat down next to him.

"Is everyone okay?" The principal asked and all four nodded.

"While you two were out, I talked to Timothy and Violet and I decided that neither Violet nor Timothy will be suspended. However, I will make them work together on assignments so they form a friendship. Is that okay?"

"If it's okay with Violet and Timothy, then I am okay with it too." You nodded and Jake agreed.

"Okay then, everyone is excused."

"Hey...do you want to grab a coffee?" Jake scratched the back of his head as you two were left alone at the entrance of the school.

"No offence Seresin, but I still don't want to be anywhere near you." You put on your sunglasses and walked away from him.

"I'm sorry. You know I had to do it." He pleaded as you were throwing your things in a suitcase. You couldn't believe he had the nerve to come to your house and that your mom let him in.

"No Seresin, you didn't have to do it. You chose to humiliate me. Just like all those times before. You always had a choice. And you always chose to hurt me." Tears stung your eyes, but you refused to cry. You cried enough.

"Please, believe me. I love you." Jake grabbed your shoulders, trying to emphasize his point and immediately letting you go as another slap stung his cheek.

"What is wrong with you?" You asked him, your eyes wild. "Do you think this is a game? This is my life, Jake! You can't toy with me to make yourself feel better. I trusted you. I gave myself to you." You spoke with disgust. "And you just took and took and then made a fool out of me."

"You make me sick. I never want to see you again." The way you spoke made his realize how serious you were. So he left.

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scandinavianfairytale · 29 days

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Completely agree! Thank you for leaving such an amazing review - I love the picture 👌😁✨️