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princessaxoxo · 5 months
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Daddy's Surprise
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Daddy!Walter x wife reader
Summary: Walter's tender fatherly manner sparks your arousal.
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Doggy Style (Anal), Anal fingering, Oral (M receiving), Unprotected sex (p in v), vulgar language, pet names
Word Count: 1.6k+
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When you first arrived home, the upstairs music was playing the Wiggles. You heard your daughter giggle loudly as you approached her room and saw that Walter was holding her while he danced to the music and sang along. "Fruit salad, yummy, yummy." You stifled your laugh, making sure he didn't hear you.
You stared at him as he continued around the room with her. Watching him, you became both aroused and warmed your heart by the way he was with her. Upon learning of your pregnancy, he was concerned about his ability to be a good father. Particularly considering how his job used to impact him. He was going to be fantastic; you were certain of it, which, during your pregnancy, you persistently reminded him of.
During your pregnancy, he was very attentive, worrying about every little thing. This both made you chuckle and feel grateful. The first time he held her on the day you gave birth, he sobbed. Walter felt an overpowering sense of love, hope, and protectiveness.
All he wanted to do was hold her. That hasn't altered at all. Despite being happy to be at home and spend time with her over working, he initially believed he wouldn't be adequate. You continued to watch them both as she yawned and gently closed her eyes as she began to feel drowsy. He went to put her down in her crib and lowered the music. Her drift to sleep was apparent to you from where you were standing.
Without anticipating your presence, he turned around and saw you there. Using your index finger, you gestured for him to approach closer. He came to you and gave you a hug. You planted an open-mouthed kiss on him as he murmured, "Hey, baby."
"Come with me to the bedroom." You gave him a cunning smile. He arched an inquisitive eyebrow.
"Am I about to receive a surprise?" he asks.
You answered him with another open-mouthed kiss. "Yes," you said with a devilish smile. "You're such a good father; this will be my gift to you," you said as you began to unbutton his jeans. The first piece of clothing you took off of him in a swift, impatient movement.
As you started to pump him with your little hand, you dropped to your knees. You noticed his eyes deepened as his jaw tightened. You began with a lengthy lick from the point where his pubic hair touched his cock. You swirled your tongue around his cock's head as you reached the top. You started to bob your head, and your throat widened as you took his length. His hips advanced, pressing more into your throat. "Baby, you look like a piece of art when you're on your knees for me with my cock in your mouth."
Around his length, you hummed and gagged on him while his hand caught your hair and pressed you down, keeping your mouth at the base of his cock for longer than a few seconds. This caused a deep grunt to escape from his mouth. Your mouth began to leak saliva onto the ground. He freed your head from his grip. You inhaled deeply, pulled your mouth back, and continued to pump him while staring up at him with your watery eyes. "Does it feel good, baby?" you said, a little in doubt but wanting to be sure it did, considering all the hard work he had recently put in. "It feels extraordinary." When you took him in your mouth again, you sucked harder and more confidently on him, and you watched him throw back his head. "Fuck, I'm going to come into your gorgeous mouth." You forced the full length of him down your throat and kept it there. And you moaned as his nectar shot into your lips and down your throat one last time, closing your eyes.
"Bad girl, stand up for me." Walter pulled off his sweater before he took off your blouse. "Daddy, do whatever you want to me." He had an enthusiastic expression. "Anything I want? Actually?" As he unzipped the pencil skirt you wore to work today, you nodded. He took you in his arms and laid you down on the bed. You made an attempt to remove your heels. His voice was demanding as he stated, "No, your heels are going to stay on."
"Now, remove your underwear and bra for me." As directed, you did.
Walter got up and roamed all over your body. He said above a whisper, "So perfect."
"So perfect, and entirely mine." He started tracing his fingertips down your body until he got to the core of you. He threaded two fingers between your slippery creases. "It never ceases to amaze me how wet you get for me."
He slapped your thighs open after putting his fingers to his mouth and sucking off your secretions. His mouth was positioned above your tits, where his kisses started. Once he made it to your lips; you sighed into his mouth as you felt his length seep into you. Speaking into your ear, he continued, "I'm going to warm you up." He groaned and continued, "And then I'm going to fuck your ass, baby."
As his kiss penetrated your lips, his facial hair tickled you. His hips kept snapping against your thighs as he gripped the headboard. Your thighs wanted to close around him, but he forced them apart with a bending forward motion. He gave sharp thrusts. He yelled, "Fucking take it," as your body arched off the bed. You gasped for air and furrowed your brows, saying, "Shit, Shit, Shit."
He slowed as you started to close your orgasm. He then rolled you onto your hands and knees. From the side drawer, you watched him take out the lubricant. The sound of the container being squeezed revealed the lubricant. You felt it on your ass after turning to see him rub it on his cock. "Calm down, my dear." He noted the increase in your breathing. His fingertips were the first you felt. "Shit," you muttered. You eventually managed to back yourself onto his fingers by slowly dipping in and out. "Exactly like that," he said.
The head of his cock started to ease its way into your ass. You let out a whimper, and your jaw fell open. He uttered the words, "Relax, baby, relax." Taking a deep breath, you retreated farther onto his cock. "That's right. You can take me; I'm almost in." After some time, you could feel your ass against his posterior. With force, he pulled you back to meet his hips after grabbing hold of yours. He bent forward at the sound of your deep moan. "Don't wake up our little girl; be quiet."
Walter eased in and out of you. The foreign territory that you crossed with Walter began as a weird sensation that soon turned pleasurable.
He took in your figure from behind, gently gliding his fingers down your spine and then giving your ass hard slaps, leaving red hand prints. He snapped his hips forward, and you could feel his fingernails digging into you.
His grunts got more audible as your moans filled the room. As he positioned himself farther inside of you, he seized your hair and pressed your head down into the pillows. "My goodness, your cock is filling me up so good."
When you heard him say, "Play with your pussy for me," you reached down to your clit and began to rub in circles. "Mhm, yes."
"I'm going to come, baby." Although you didn't think you would enjoy anal intercourse, it felt like paradise. "Are you going to come on Daddy's cock?" You let out a mewling yes. You gripped your sheets and rolled your eyes to the back of your head as you continued to stroke your clit, whimpering as you came on his cock.
Pumping himself more, he drew himself out. "Now get on top of me."
You climbed on top of him and seated yourself on his cock while he lay on his back. Your jaw dropped agape. He exclaimed, "So fucking tight," while clenching his jaw. You began to move your hips in a rhythmic manner, and you took Walter's hand and put it on your tits. Walter was mesmerized by what he saw as they began to bounce.
You said, "Oh, you fit inside me perfectly." He drew you in and planted a kiss on you, his tongue taking control of yours. He pounded into you while keeping your hips motionless. "I'm going to come inside this pussy, fuck."
"Yes, come inside of me. Fill me up, please." He grinned broadly at you. With his palm on your stomach and his cock palpable, he declared, "I'm going to put another baby in this belly." He encircled you with both of his muscular arms. His motions became messy, as you sensed. His breathing became labored, and he gave one last thrust before coming undone, looking down to where his cock and your cunt connected. He struck your g-spot shortly afterward and sucked on an area on your neck, causing you to erupt on his cock once more. With him still inside you, you leaned your forehead forward against his.
He lifted your chin and said, "Fuck, that was one hell of a surprise." You touched his cheek and then ran your hand through his curly hair. Raising yourself off of him, you laid down with him and started running your hand down his torso and through his chest hair, while he caressed your back for the rest of the afternoon.
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shellyshellshell · 3 months
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Santa Baby
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Attn: So @wa-ni here he is!!! Thanks for brining him back to mind with that reblogg! Hope you all enjoy!
Word Count: 1,376
Pairing: Walter Marshall x Gf Reader
Summary: You want Walter to help you decorate, but he has something else in mind.
Warnings: 18+, oral (female receiving), squirting, sex (p in v), Soft!Walter, creampie
“Walt. Walter Bear,” you said gently shaking him awake. “What? What is it my love?,” he grumbled sleepily. Normally you wouldn’t wake him but it was already ten o’clock and he’d promised to help you decorate the house for Christmas. “I want to decorate today,” you told him as you rested your chest against his. He wrapped his arms around you tightly. “Is that what my sweetheart wants?,” he said, hair tousled with sleep. “Mmhmm,” you nodded eagerly. “Alright,” he smiled. You leaned down and kissed him before going to the bathroom. You did the necessary morning things: peeing, washing your face and brushing your teeth and still found him in the bed.
“Walterrrrr,” you whined. “Okay baby. I’m up. I’m up,” he said clambering his way out of the bed. “Yay. I’m going to get started. Meet me in the living room,” you told him. “Sure sweetheart,” he said with a kiss before going to the bathroom himself. Walter shook his head and laughed. Christmas was your favorite holiday and your enthusiasm was always so very cute. While he finished up he could faintly hear the Christmas music you had blaring.
Santa baby, just slip a Sable under the tree for me
Been an awful good girl
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Just the thought of you in there putting up decorations, hips swaying to the music, singing along happily made blood rush directly between his legs. “Fuck,” he said as he grabbed himself. He knew good and well he wouldn’t be able to focus on decorating like this, and had an idea. Initially he’d planned on saving this for Christmas night but he didn’t want to wait.
Santa baby, I want a yacht and really that's not a lot
Been an angel all year
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
The lyrics droned on as he carried out his plan. Once he got changed he made his way to the living room, to you. You had your back to him, and just as he imagined there you were in your T-shirt and panties, gently moving to the music. His breathing hitched at the sight and he nearly lost his nerve to follow through with what he had planned. He could’ve ravaged you right then, but instead he spoke.
“You called darling?,” he said. When you turned you were met with a sight to be seen. There he stood, bare chested and smiling before you, in matching Santa boxers and hat, wild curls poking from beneath it. “Santa baby…,” you trailed off as you stared at him in awe. You pulled your teeth between your lips and felt heat rush all over your entire body. “Would you like Santa to stuff your stocking miss?,” he managed, feeling breathless himself. “Well,” you said moving before him and placing your hands on his chest, “I have been a good girl this year.”
You look up at him through your lashes just before he crashed his lips into yours. He kissed you breathless, before pulling back and kissing down your jaw and throat. “Mmmm,” you whined as he ground himself against you. “You have been good, so good sweetheart,” he rasped. “I have,” you said before running your hands into his boxers and stroking him. “Fuuuck,” he groaned before shoving them down and kicking them from around his ankles. You continued stroking him, working the slippery precum he was constantly leaking down him as he kissed you.
“Bedroom,” he growled before throwing you over his shoulder. When he got you there he quickly disposed of your clothes and the Santa hat then put you on the bed. Without warning he put his face between your legs and began eating you out. He sucked your clit into his mouth and all but nursed on it before pushing two big fingers into your drenched pussy. “W- Walter. I’m- make a mess,” you stammered before squirting all over him. He didn’t let up, and drew your orgasm out as you writhed beneath him. “Fucking shit,” you screamed as you came again.
Walter sat up, glistening from the mouth down as his chest heaved. You knew he was about to absolutely throttle you, your body trembling at the thought. The blue in his eye was nearly gone at how blown his pupils were. If there was one thing about Walter, it was that he was a passionate lover. You remembered the first time you two had had sex, he was absolutely insatiable, and his desire hadn’t ebbed even after several years of being together. It was like you were his favorite thing and he just couldn’t get enough.
He slipped his fingers out of you before brining them to your lips. You opened your mouth and let him push them past your lips and onto your tongue. He massaged the pads of his middle and ring finger against your tongue as he sheathed himself within you. “Walter,” you gasped against his fingers. “Keep sucking sweetheart,” he groaned. You hummed around his fingers as his hips began to piston into you. Before it was over he had you moaning so loudly you couldn’t be concerned with his fingers.
“Poor thing,” he said as he slid them out of your mouth, a trail of spit trailing from them to your lips. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around you tightly as his pace never faltered. “Feels so good you can hardly stand it, huh love?,” he whispered against your throat. “Please,” you begged, not really even sure what you were asking for. “My needy little sweetheart. Don’t worry baby. I’m going to make you come, see I need it just as much as you do,” he said, still speaking in that soft, soothing tone. He began peppering kisses against your throat, up to your face and then your lips.
His kissed you greedily as he held you tighter. “Mmmpfff. Hmmpf, you whined against his lips as you came hard. Your body was already so squished into his but still you arched into him, pressing impossibly closer. “Feel it baby,” he murmured as he fucked you through it. “Want you to come for me now,” you panted. “One more for me my love,” he told you. “Can’t,” you whimpered. “I know you can,” he then told you. He sat back and grabbed your hips and fucked into you with renewed vigor.
You gripped the sheets tightly, trying to find some way to ground yourself. “Look at you. So beautiful before me. So perfect,” he said while running his hands over your body. His honeyed tone washed over you, making you feel warm inside. “Most precious thing. Can’t believe you’re mine,” he husked as you felt yourself tightening. “My love, my sweetheart,” he said tenderly. His words were so soft in comparison to what he was doing to you. They were just what you needed to go tumbling into the abyss. You cried out as you came for him, gripping desperately at his forearms as tears formed in the corners of your eyes.
“Mmmm, fuck. Going to load you up…,” he whined. And that he did. His cock began pulsing inside you, filling you up to the brim. When hips stilled he laid on top of you and held you in his strong arms. “Are you alright darling?,” he asked. “I’m great Walter Bear,” you told him while caressing his back. He rolled and you whimpered at the loss of him being inside you. “I know baby,” he said soothingly as he brushed the hair back from your face. He kissed you softly before looking into your eyes.
“You didn’t even have to mention it, my love. I have it,” he then said. “Have what baby?,” you questioned. He leaned back and pulled something out of the bedside table. “A ring,” he said as he popped open the box. “Walter,” you gasped. “Would you-,” he began. “Yes,” you said excitedly as you kissed his lips, making him chuckle. “I love you, with all of my heart,” he said as he slipped it on your finger. “I love you with all my heart too Walter,” you replied with tears in your eyes. He wiped them away before kissing you again.
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anniefromravenclaw · 10 months
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When you feel bad, you may need some Henry as Walter Marshall.🩷
Importaint to say that I feel horrible. While studying for my exams I read many fanfics in the free time. Do you have any favourites Walter Marshall or August Walker fics? Let me know❣️
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geralts-yenn · 4 months
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Memories - part 2
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Walter Marshall x OFC Maxine (second-person pov)
summary: You finally have to face Walter and talk to him about what happened in that night, years ago
warnings: 18+, minors DNI! drinking alcohol, vaginal fingering, oral (F,M receiving), protected p-in-v sex
word count: 4,6k
A/N: sorry for leaving you with a cliffhanger, but I'm not cruel, so here we go, here's the second part
Part 1
My masterlist
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As you approached your table, you shot death stares over to your sister-in-law who happily smiled back at you. She kissed your brother on his cheek and acted as if she didn’t know at all why you were glaring at her. 
You sat down on your chair, trying your best not to look at anything or anyone. You pretended not to be here at all. A deep huff behind your back told you he had found out about the seating situation now, too. Walter dragged his chair a bit back and sat down. 
“Max!” he muttered under his breath and you answered with a nonverbal grunt and a nod. Both of you did your best to stare into different directions. 
“You really like seeing me suffer, huh?” he asked after a while, still avoiding your gaze. “What do you mean?” You had done nothing and still, he was already angry with you. “Like there wasn’t any other table where you could have seated me. You need to humiliate me in every possible way.” Hold on? Did he think you were responsible for this bullshit? You were suffering just as much as him.
“So it’s humiliating to sit beside me? For real? What’s wrong with you, Walter? And just so you know, I’m not happy either, having to spend the evening looking into your dumb face.”
Walter scoffed at your answer and the two of you went back to ignoring each other until another guest approached you. An older lady sat down opposite of you two and introduced herself as Mrs. Goldstein, an aunt of Vicky. She smiled at you and Walter. “You’re such a sweet, good-looking couple.” Both Walter’s and your eyes got wide and you both started mumbling.
“No, no, we’re not a couple!” Walter said determinedly. “Just, uhm, old friends.” you added, not sure how to name the relationship you had with Walter in a friendly way without lying. 
The lady raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, feeling for Walter’s biceps. “Oh, then you don’t mind if I make a move on this attractive man?” Her eyes were glistening with mischief as she gave you a wink. You had to grab your champagne and take a huge sip to hide the laugh that was going to slip you. She repeated her wink as she turned to Walter and to your surprise he reacted with a playful smile. But when his look met yours and he saw your amusement, his eyes went dark. 
Thankfully, the table filled with more guests that helped you to ignore each other. The first course was served and you started eating. Which ended in the next argument with Walter. Being left-handed, you had to move your arm opposite to him and your elbows crashed together more than once as you tried to cut your meat. Every time you touched each other, Walter gave you an angry glare. “Would you just eat like a normal person without bumping into me all the time?” he snapped and you answered with an eye roll. “What do you expect? I can’t do this any different. Sorry that I’m not normal enough for you.” Of course, you could have tried to be more careful, you even would have been able to switch hands. But not for him. Especially not if he was acting like a baby over it.
To your own surprise, you made it through dinner and toasts without killing each other. The band started playing and you could have just mixed with the other guests, but you weren’t in the mood. You kept sitting beside Walter, who looked just as pissed as you.
When the third woman asking him for a dance got rejected, you couldn’t keep your mouth shut any longer. It was just boiling in you. “Why do you keep saying no? All those ladies would love to have some fun with you. And I’m sure they would be in for a treat. You were good, even back then when we didn’t even know what we were doing. Guess you learned a few more tricks since then.”
Walter looked at you with more hatred than you had ever seen in his face. “Do you really want to talk about this? Here, now?” He was barely holding his voice down. You knew immediately that you’ve gone too far. Heat flashed over your cheeks as you only pressed out an embarrassed “No”. 
“Good! Because I surely don’t want to!” Was his voice trembling? You felt awful, and you silently cursed at your sister-in-law who ruined your evening by setting you up with your ex. No, ex wasn’t the right word. But what would you call it? The crush you fucked and then ghosted? You decided to just stop thinking about it. 
Mrs. Goldstein sat down on her chair again after a dance with one of Josh’s friends and was apparently eager to start another conversation with the two of you. “Walter, what do you do for a living?” she asked and Walter told her about his job as a police officer. He didn’t get into detail, but Mrs. Goldstein was glued to his lips. Then she turned to you. “And you, young lady?” 
Usually, you loved talking about your job, but now, with Walter listening, somehow you felt stupid. As if you were still the teenager who wrote fan fiction. “I’m an author.” you said, hoping she would turn back to talk with Walter, but her curiosity wasn’t satisfied yet. 
“Oh, interesting, what do you write, romances, something steamy?” She wriggled her eyebrows at Walter who couldn’t hold back a scoff. Meanwhile, you wanted to disappear, so you never would have to look into Walter’s face again. 
Why did you feel so ashamed? You were a good author. You puffed out your chest and answered. “No, mostly I write thrillers and crime stories.” This earned you another disapproving huff from Walter. 
Mrs. Goldstein didn’t seem to notice the hostility between the both of you. “Oh, so you can ask your friend for help when you need advice about police stuff.” 
Now Walter couldn’t hold back any longer. He let out a derogatory laugh. “She would never ask anyone for help, She’s too proud for something like that. Guess she rather still gets everything wrong. Like always.” 
Now you were the one glaring at Walter. What was he talking about? “What did I get wrong?” you shouted at him. 
It shocked you not to see anger and hate in Walter’s face as he looked at you. Instead, you saw hurt. “Me! You got me wrong! I was in love with you, Max. So much. But you broke my heart. And you never got it, did you? You never saw it? How much you hurt me, for giving me one night in heaven and then years in hell.” He shot up from his chair and stormed out of the room. 
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When you got into the foyer, there was no sign of Walter and you cursed that it had taken you a moment until you were able to react and run after him. You glanced around helplessly. The guy at the reception looked at you and gave you a small smile. He pointed at the elevator and made an upwards gesture with his thumb. You nodded in thanks and got into the elevator. Walter could be anywhere. Probably he just left for his hotel room. And as nice as the guy at the reception seemed, he surely wouldn’t give you Walter’s room number. But then you saw the sign for the rooftop terrace. That would be a possibility. So you pressed the button and as you waited to get to the top level, you tried to gather a straight and logical thought, unsuccessfully, of course. 
But whatever thought you might have had, it got lost the moment the doors opened and you saw him. He was sitting on a stone bench, close to the balustrade, gazing over the lights of the city. He didn't seem to care about the drizzle, slowly soaking his suit. It reminded you of that night when he found you in front of that motel. In the soft light reflecting, even his face looked younger. 
You saw how his body tensed when he noticed the sound of your heels hitting the concrete tiles, but he didn't turn. Not even when you stood next to him.
“Can I sit?” you asked and Walter brushed the sleeve of his jacket over the bench to rub it dry for you, even though he still kept his gaze locked on the streets. The gesture gave you hope. He accepted you at his side, he even took care of you.
You slowly sank on the bench next to him and pointed your gaze at the lights of the city, just as he did. Both of you stayed silent for a while and somehow it felt comfortable, peaceful. Not even the cold raindrops were bothering you. But when your thoughts got too loud in your head, you finally spoke:
“You know I regret my decision every day, ever since that morning I left.” You turned to look at Walter, but he still didn’t move, it appeared as if he hadn’t even heard you. His apathy killed that small spark of hope inside of you and it was as if something cold gripped your heart tightly. And just the moment you wanted to leave and cry your heart out, his eyes locked with yours. 
“You do?” It was a whisper, barely audible. The look on his face didn’t give away any emotion. You cursed silently at this man’s stoic demeanor. Opening your heart would be so much easier if you could read at least a tiny expression on his face. 
“I broke my own heart, too, that day.” You wanted to say more, but you just couldn’t. Your mouth was dry, and your tongue felt heavy. Instead, tears formed in the corner of your eyes. 
Walter furrowed his eyebrows. He had tried to make sense of your behavior for years, hearing you say that you felt something for him too made everything just more absurd. He shook his head in disbelief as he asked you why. And you owed him an honest answer.
“I was so scared. I would have never thought you like me. I was sure it was just sex for you. And that you’d regret it. That you’d feel obligated to date me because you were stupid enough to screw your friend's sister who threw herself at you half naked and you got weak.” Something in Walter’s expression changed. He looked confused and hurt. He opened his mouth to speak, but you still needed to get some things out: “I thought you'd take me on a few dates and then find an excuse to get rid of me. And that would have made me fall in love with you even more. And then I would have had to see you anyway because you’d still hang out with Josh. The thought of this killed me. That’s why I decided to stop it before I got hurt. I thought it could save me from a heartache. And now look at me, still hurting after all those years.” The tears were falling now from your eyes, mixing with the rain on your cheeks. 
Walter startled you when he pulled you to his side. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders, placing his arm on top. His other hand on your cheek, you felt the warmth that he radiated. The gentle gesture made your tears fall more freely. You were shaking, overwhelmed by all the emotions flooding you, now that you finally allowed yourself to be honest. 
“You should have told me, Max! I thought you didn’t want me. I thought you hated me for what I had done. For using you.” Walter’s voice was husky. “And I’m sorry I took opportunity of you. I am so very sorry.” He shut his eyes for a brief moment, inhaling deeply before he spoke again. “ I should have done this differently. Asked you for a date, making it clear I want you as my girlfriend before…before that night.” He took another pause, shaking his head again. “You know, even though it hurt us so both so much, I never regretted that night. It's still my favorite memory. The moment I had you in my arms.”
Your heart was racing as you listened to Walter’s confession. “Don’t apologize. You’ve done nothing wrong. I wanted it just as much as you. Damn, Walter, you’ve been asking me multiple times if I was sure.” 
Walter sighed, a sad smile playing on his lips: “That whole day I was so upset. Charlie had told me about your plans. And how Paul was being an ass about it, talking about it in the locker room. I was so fucking jealous. I needed to clear my head, so I drove around town. Guess driving by the motel was a half unconscious decision to be near you. And when I saw you sitting there in the rain, in your beautiful dress, I just couldn't form a proper thought anymore. I shouldn’t have gotten into this bed with you, not before telling you about my feelings. But I did, and it was the best moment in my life.”
You turned to him, your face only inches away from his. Was this possible? Was it possible that he had feelings for you? It felt like it. The way he talked, the way he looked at you. 
“We fucked this up badly, didn’t we?” he asked you, chuckling incredulously.
You shook your head. “There’s only one who fucked up all of this and that’s me. I should have given you a chance. Instead, I lied, I was mean and I hurt you, on purpose. Destroying the feelings you had for me and everything that could have been between us.” 
“Max!” You could have melted by the way he said your name. “You can’t take the blame for destroying my feelings. They are all still the same. And there could be a future for us. If you want me.” Walter cupped your face with both his hands and sank his forehead down on yours. The world stopped turning and the only thing that kept moving was your heart racing in your chest. 
He wanted you. He still wanted you after everything you had done to him. You got the chance to finally make the right decision. And you took it. As your lips collided with Walter's, the passion and intensity behind that kiss became palpable. As your tongues touched, everything around you blurred into mere background noise. And when your lips parted again, both of you were left breathless and struggling to grasp the magnitude of what had just happened. A spark of optimism ran through your veins. Maybe this was really a new beginning and your scars of the past could be healed. Everything ahead was uncertain, and it would have been a lie to say you weren’t scared, but with Walter's lingering touch still burning upon your lips, you felt the determination to nurture this second chance.
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Walter still had your head cradled in his hands and pulled you in for another kiss. Your own hand reached for his jaw and your fingers raked through his coarse beard. His lips were soft and warm on yours and when he parted them your tongue slipped past, eager to taste him again. His cologne mixed with the scent of petrichor was intoxicating. A shiver ran down your spine as one of his hands slowly moved to your neck.
While you surrendered to your feelings, not letting go of one another’s mouth, the drizzle turned into a full-blown rain shower. It was only when the water was pouring down your faces that you finally broke the kiss. You were both laughing, sparks of joy in your eyes. 
“I think we should relocate to somewhere dry.” Walter remarked. Not waiting for your answer he got up and dragged you with him. Waiting for the elevator, his mouth was on yours again, just little pecks in between smiles, but they felt just as good as every other bit of love he had shown to you in the last minutes. The ride in the elevator was short, and Walter distracted you with his mouth and hands roaming over every bit of skin he could reach. Not stopping the kisses, you stumbled along the corridor and Walter fumbled in his pocket for his keys. 
Eventually, you were standing in a hotel room. Walter kicked the door shut and the next moment you were pressed against the wall. He stepped between your legs, his chest pining you in place, and resumed his assault on your mouth. His hands explored your body. One of them settling on your hip, the other one brushing down your thigh. He found the slit of your dress and took advantage of it, rucking up the fabric and feeling for your leg. His fingers caressed over the delicate material of your stockings, and he groaned when he reached the lacy border and then your naked skin.
“I need you to get out of this!” he said, his hands running over your dress. He found the zipper and pulled it down impatiently. The black satin pooled around your legs as he let go of the dress, and Walter took a step back to take you in. His eyes roamed over your face, then moved down, resting on your bare chest for a moment. As he moved further and looked at the lacy garter belt and the stockings attached to it, he bit his lip. “These need to stay on” he ruled. Just hearing him talking to you like this made you want to drop on your knees for him and surrender to your longing.
But Walter ruined your plans when he got on his knees himself, pulling down your thong unceremoniously. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. But the moment you thought you’d feel his mouth on you, he stopped. Instead, he let out a soft chuckle. “Damn, how many times did I curse myself that I didn’t get my mouth on that sweet pussy.” And then his tongue darted out to lick through your folds. You let your head sink back at the wall as he made you lose all your control, lapping and sucking on your clit like it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. He rolled it between his lips and made you scream when his fingers pushed into you. He still knew exactly well where you needed to be touched. His mouth, his fingers inside of you, and his other hand playing with your hard nipple had you at the verge of toppling over the edge. But every time you thought you’d reach it, Walter stopped for a brief moment. You were squirming and whining and pleading, but Walter just chuckled.
When you thought your knees were about to give out, he finally showed mercy. His fingers pumped into you frantically as he grunted. “Come on my tongue, Max!” Hearing him, feeling him, you couldn’t do anything else as obey, and you screamed his name as your climax washed over you. His arms were cradling you, his hands firm on your sides, holding you close, when you weren’t able to control your own legs anymore. Walter raised to his feet again, picked you up and carried you to his bed. He dropped you onto the mattress, watching you hungrily. His hands made quick work of his bow tie and the buttons of his shirt, so when you knelt in front of him, you were able to rake your nails through the hair covering his chest. His shoulders were wider than you remembered, his pecs and abs more defined. “You’ve grown into a man,” you purred, and Walter laughed softly. You wanted to sink your teeth into his skin. And after kissing and licking over his neck, you did exactly this. You got rewarded with a deep moan.
You brushed his shirt down his arms, and then your fingers were on his pants, cupping the bulge that couldn’t be hidden under the soft fabric. Walter unbuttoned his slacks, and you helped him with the zipper and the boxers underneath. As soon as his cock sprang free a bead of pre-cum built at the tip of his cock and you licked your lip as you saw it. “Let me taste you,” you begged, and without waiting for an answer, your tongue flicked over his swollen head. Walter hissed at the sensation, his fingers digging into your arms. After wetting your lips, you took him into your mouth, slowly sucking and circling your tongue around the tip. Walter carefully pushed deeper into your mouth, and you let him, taking him all the way to the back of your throat. With hollowed cheeks you looked up at him, and the feelings that rushed through you as you saw him almost made you cry. He was watching you with hooded eyes, full of lust and love. 
You both moved in the same steady rhythm, Walter’s hips pushing forwards and your head bobbing up and down along his cock until Walter was breathing heavily and curses were falling from his lips. Your hand cupped his balls, slowly caressing them. Walter let you keep going like that for another few moments, but when his moans got louder and more desperate, he finally pulled out of your mouth. His thumb brushed over your swollen and tingling lips, and he leaned down to press a kiss on them. “I need to have you, now!” 
He pushed you to lay back and crawled between your legs, pumping his cock as his eyes darted over your tits and pussy. “Goddammit, you’re so beautiful!” he growled. Another few strokes, then he moved backwards. “Don’t you dare move. Stay exactly like this!” he told you, and you did. Keeping your legs open for him, biting your lip, you watched him as he searched through his jacket, fishing a condom out of his wallet. 
Within seconds, Walter was between your legs again, his cock sheathed now. His body engulfed you, and then you felt his cock slowly stretching you open. You both moaned in unison, locking your eyes with each other when Walter bottomed out inside of you. He pressed his lips on yours, kissing you fervently when he started to move. 
While he kept thrusting into you, your nails left red streaks over his back. You were desperate for him to take you, pressing your heels into his back, moaning and whimpering. Walter was just as lost in his desires as you, rutting into you almost violently. He grabbed your knee and threw your leg over his shoulder, straddling your other thigh. When he sank into you again, your eyes rolled back. His cock brushed over your most sensitive spot mercilessly, you felt him so deep inside of you. To make you go totally insane, he rubbed his thumb over your clit with every thrust. You were shouting profanities at him, begging him, trying to fight back the tears that started to fall. 
“Let go, baby! Let me see how you look when you come around my cock!” He rocked his hips into you, faster and harder, until you finally exploded, your legs shaking. “That’s my girl,” Walter cooed, leaning down to press wet kisses on your neck. But he wasn’t yet done with you. He manhandled you to lay on your stomach. “Get your sweet little ass over here!” he ordered, and you moved to all fours, raising your bottom invitingly to him. His hands kneaded your ass cheeks, accompanied by a content groan of his. “Look at that juicy little pussy!” His fingers brushed through your folds, circling your entrance and then moving further up, teasing your puckered hole. You squirmed, a wanton gasp leaving your lips. “Hm, you like that, don’t you? I’ll keep that in mind for another time.” You could tell he had a smug grin on his face even when your face was buried in the bedsheets right now. 
Then his cock was driving into you again. The lewd sounds from both Walter and you echoed through the room as Walter fucked you into oblivion. He lost his rhythm now, rutting desperately into you. You felt he was close. His arms wrapped around your chest, pulling you up to him. He sank his teeth into your shoulder when he reached his climax, spilling his seed into the latex as his hips stuttered behind you. 
You both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily, but with a smile spread over your faces. Walter brushed a sweaty streak of hair out of your face before he pressed his lips onto yours. This kiss was nothing like the passionate, hungry kisses you had shared earlier. It was gentle and sweet and lovingly. And your heart skipped a beat when you realized that all the love you both felt was still there, even after you had stilled your desire. It was still palpable and not threatening to vanish. Walter nuzzled his nose into your neck, holding you close. You could have fallen asleep like that, if that memory hadn’t appeared in your mind that moment.
You laughed, raking your fingers through Walter’s curls. Walter frowned at you, though not losing the wide smile that was spread over his face. “What’s so funny?” he asked, and you were a little ashamed to admit, but then you told him anyway.
“You really learned a trick or two. And you definitely worked on your stamina.” 
Walter chuckled and pressed a kiss on your cheek. He whispered into your ear: “Hey, I don’t think I did a bad job back then, considering I was a teenager having his first time.” Your eyes went wide.
“What? It was your first time as well? But.. I didn’t know. I mean… You were in college. I thought you already…” You felt heat crawling up your neck. It wasn’t as if this information would change anything, but somehow it warmed your heart.
Walter laughed at your stammering. “I was waiting for the right one, Max.” 
*****
You woke up and for a tiny moment you considered if everything was just a wonderful dream, but then you heard the soft snores at your back and when you turned you saw him, lying on his stomach, hugging his pillow, his curls fallen into his beautiful face. You must have watched him for hours, and still, there was nothing in the world that you wanted to do instead of it. Well, maybe one or two things, but these involved Walter as well.
Then he finally opened his eyes. When he saw you watching him, his lips curled into a smile. “Hey!” you greeted him, and he gave you a "hey" back, his voice still hoarse from sleep. 
“You’re still here,” he remarked, his arm wrapping around you and pulling you close. You pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “I won’t run away anymore, Walter,” you promised him. You kissed again, and when you pulled away, you smiled mischievously. “Also, I don’t have any dry clothes, so I can’t leave.”
Walter chuckled. “What a pity. Guess we have to stay in bed, then.”
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Hiiii since you’ve been killing the headcannon game, if you’re up to it,
Can we please give Walter Marshall a dog? That man needs a dog. I don’t care how busy he is, I’ll even walk it for him. He gives me “dad and the dog he didn’t want” vibes where they get bullied into it then wind up being a total pushover and spoiling the shit out of the dog 🥹 That man is secretly so soft I just fucking know it.
Hey, girl! So sorry for how late this is. It's a slow day for work, so I threw Nomis on in the background and got to it.
ABSOLUTELY! Walter oozes Daddy-Bear Energy™️ and I’m always here for it. Thanks for reaching out, babe! Hope you like it ❤️❤️
In the Dog House: Walter Marshall is a Pushover
Warnings: Bring a lint roller. There's plenty of fluff to go around.
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"No. Absolutely not."
He'd cross his arms over his chest and scowl. Life was hard enough, between juggling her schedule and his own, the sleepless nights and open cases that pile up on his desk, he didn't need any more distractions. Faye pouted, bat those big brown eyes up at him and stuck out her bottom lip. What started out as a normal Saturday morning grocery run had taken a detour when she saw the wet little noses in the window of the animal shelter downtown. They'd only stopped to look.
"Come on, dad, please?! Look at him!"
The little ball of fluff gnawed at her fingers and looked up excitedly, cocking his head to the side as if to say "Yeah, dad! Bring me home!"
Who was Walter to say no to that?
His apartment quickly shifted from its cold, sad status of bachelor pad to...well, still a bachelor pad, just covered in puppy pads as well. Though the little bugger had been neutered, he wasn't potty trained just yet. Faye was getting good at taking the dog out before school, and spent most evenings playing with him until bedtime. When she was at her mother's house, Walter would care of him. He felt ridiculous, standing out in the cold, holding the leash while the pup sniffed around for somewhere to do his business.
"Come on, lad," he'd encourage gruffly. "Anywhere will do."
Back inside, they'd stare at one another. Walter, sat on the couch, would pick through his leftovers while the puppy, lovingly named Moose, sat on the floor, tearing his squeaky toy to shreds. Moose with yip and growl at it, a real predator, and shake out the stuffing to rain down around him in a cloud of fluff. Walter would sigh, crook an eyebrow at the beast, and shake his head in disapproval.
"No dogs on the bed," he'd declare. He wasn't concerned about fleas or ticks (the little menace loves a good soak in the tub), he didn't think Moose would have any accidents in the night; he just didn't want the connection. Walter wasn't good at making friends, dating was a joke at this point. Faye was really all he had...Faye, and Moose.
It was late when he made it home that night. Bleary eyed, he'd toed off his boots at the door, disassembled his weapon and stashed his badge on the table beside the entryway. The house was quiet, a little too quiet, and it made him suspicious. He checked around the living room, the kitchen, and hell, even the bathroom. Nothing was out of place.
In the bedroom, he found the culprit, snug as a bug all curled up in the middle of the bed.
"No," he growled. "Down."
Sleepily, the dog lifted his head at the sound of his owner's voice. Bright blue eyes grew wide and limp, floppy ears with plenty of room to grow flopped to one side of Moose's head. The black duvet cover, once pristine, was now covered in a thin film of white and gray fur.
Walter sighed. He was too tired for this shit. It wasn't worth the fight. He didn't even bother to undress. No use in getting too comfortable, when he'd be up in a couple of hours anyway. Pulling the blankets aside, he settled in against the pillows and let the heavy shrouds of sleep overtake him. His eyes fluttered closed and his breath began to deepen. Walter never dreamed, hadn't in years, yet just as he began to doze off, he could've sworn he felt something. Warm and fuzzy, Moose nuzzled up against Walter's leg and sighed contently. For a moment, in the quietness of an empty house, Walter smiled. It was starting to feel just a little more like home.
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winter2112rose · 3 months
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Thank you to everyone who joined in the first vote of 2024. This story is a bit different to my usual stories so I await nervously to read your thoughts and reactions. As always comments and reblogs are much appreciated.
Pairing: Walter Marshall x O.F.C wife Isobel/ Izzy
Summary: Walter comes home and finds a mystery needs to be solved.
Word Count: 1,399 words
Warning: None.
Beta: @persephonepraxidikechthonios thank you for your awesome work as always
A/N1: Thank you to @greensleeves888 for the above header. Story title header by me.
A/N2: Thank you @littlefreya for reading this over to make sure I wasn’t going mad with the clues!
Story is part of this series.
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Walter pulls his navy-blue beanie hat off his head as he enters his home. It may be nearly spring, but the weather still had a chill to it in the early morning air. He has been stuck in the precinct on and off for the last three weeks, only popping back a handful of times to pick up fresh clothes and have a long warm shower in the privacy of his own home.
His wife’s hormones have become more rampant by the day, so whenever time allows, they’d snuck in a quick bonk (as the English call it) between the sheets and then in the shower, where Walter had to freshen up for the second time in an hour. He’d missed seeing his girls, and just as he thought he couldn't feel any more guilty about not being at home; the day before, his wife and Faye attended the sixteen-week scan to check the development of the newest member of the Marshall family without him. He, of course, has been informed the baby was healthy, but he was excited to see the scan pictures for himself.
Walter removes his coat and shoes, and moves to the gun safe. He opens it and secures his weapon, locking the metal box as quickly as he opens it. It’s then he sees a bright green post-it note written in his daughter's handwriting.
“Welcome home, Dad. Clean up and follow the clues. We have a surprise for you. Love Faye x”
What were his girls up to?… mischief is his first assumption.
Walter decides to follow Faye’s instructions and goes upstairs to freshen up. He enters the en-suite bathroom and has the quickest shower possible. He goes to the wardrobe to grab fresh clothes. When he reaches for a clean jumper and t-shirt, he finds another bright green post-it note lying atop the jumper.
“A place that keeps things as cool as a Minnesota winter breeze, where your favourite drink can be found with ease.”
The kitchen will be his next stop, it seems. He picks up the dark grey wool jumper and pulls out the matching coloured t-shirt that’s lying underneath. He puts both items on then jogs back downstairs and through the lounge and into the kitchen. There is still no sign of his girls but he chooses to play along with their treasure hunt. Opening the fridge door, he looks for the bottles of beer and he spies another post-it note stuck to one of the bottlenecks. He pulls the note off and closes the fridge door.
“He patrols day and night and once gave Faye an awful fright.”
Walter lets out a soft laugh at that clue. Remembering fondly just after they had moved into their home. The three of them had been out in the garden one summer's evening and he had forgotten to introduce Faye to their new garden friend so when she had tripped over said friend she had screamed so loud Walter thought that someone might call the police. He enters the garden and walks past the furniture to the end of the patio where the gnome that was called Bobby due to his Policeman attire was located. Lifting Bobby up, Walter finds the next clue.
“It keeps us warm outside at night and you’re the only one that can keep it alight.”
The fire pit.
Walking to the pit in the middle of the patio, the detective finds a small grey bag with brown bears decorating the shiny material.
“A baby cub is on its way. What colour will they wear all day?. Open me, Daddy.”
Good girl spelling colour properly. He mentally praises Faye. He may have lived and worked in Minnesota for over a decade but that didn’t mean he had started spelling like an American. Their inability to not use U’s was a pet peeve of his.
He opens the bag and reaches in feeling soft wool material in his calloused fingertips. He looks around for his girls but they are clearly hiding from him on purpose. Playing along, Walter closes his eyes and pulls out the item of what he suspects is clothing and drops the bag on the floor. Taking a deep breath, he slowly opens his eyes ….
A girl.
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Walter lets out the breath he had been holding.
“So you worked out the clues then Dad?” He hears Faye’s voice from behind him. The girls appear arm in arm from the side of the house both with grins ear to ear and Walter runs and scoops up his pregnant wife.
“Walt,” she squeals as he spins her around gently.
“A girl” Walter can feel his cheeks burning from the large smiles on his face.
“A girl” she confirms, and he cups the back of her head gently guiding her lips to meet his as they share a passionate kiss. He then places his wife back down onto her feet.
“She’s okay?” He asks, palming her protruding belly.
“She perfect” his wife’s hands resting over his own.
“A little big on the bottom front though. I wonder where she gets that from.” Faye informs him as she gives him a cheeky grin.
“I’ll have you know my bottom gets lots of compliments, although I hope you and your sister don’t inherit it” he tells her, making his eldest daughter laugh. His wife pulls something out of her cardigan pocket and passes it to him. It’s the latest scan picture.
“She has your cute nose too.” She points to their baby girl's button nose on the image.
“Another baby girl. I'm going to be surrounded by my beautiful girls. I’m so happy.” He leans down kissing his wife again.
“Did you enjoy your treasure hunt dad?” Faye asks and Walter places an arm over her shoulders pulling her against his side.
“I did thank you baby cub. It made up for missing the scan.” He kisses the top of her soft brown curls.
“Now we know I’m having a little sister, we can finally decorate the nursery. I’ve been collecting ideas for weeks.” Faye exclaims excitedly.
“We are not painting your sister's room neon pink nor are we going to put that scary looking Rainbow Fright doll in her room.” Walter warns his daughter who hits him on the chest.
“But she was my favourite doll. I want my sister to have her and she’s called Rainbow Bright.” She pouts at her father and Walter can’t help but laugh. It reminds him of when she was a toddler and he would get the name of the doll wrong to tease her.
“No I'm right. It’s definitely called Rainbow Fright. Bloody gave me enough of them when I used to go into your bedroom to kiss you good night.”, he reminds her and he hears his wife snigger beside him.
“My dad, the big hulking detective. Scared of a doll.” Faye raises her eyebrows and shrugs her shoulders.
“Make sure you bring it with you next time you come.” His wife tells his daughter a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Of course I will. We can freak dad out with it.” Faye declares, a little too elated in Walter’s opinion.
“I love and hate you both in equal measure” he mumbles looking between his girls.
“And to think there will be another little lady to join this awesome duo” his wife pats her growing bump to emphasise her point.
“The next one will be a boy.” Walter blurts out, he was ecstatic he was having another girl but he’d need a little guy to help him out when the ladies gang up on him.
“Who said you’re getting another one?. You're two for two on girls. Knowing your swimmers it will be another one” his wife teases him as Faye giggles.
“Girl power ! Girl power!” Faye and his wife start chanting as Faye lifts his hands and waves the little pink bear outfit in his face.
“I’m screwed and I can’t wait.” He laughs, kissing Faye on the head and then his wife on the lips.
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Pairing: Walter Marshall x Johanna “Jo” Collins (OFC) 
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Series summary: Johanna “Jo” Collins and Walter Marshall have grown up in the same small town. Their parents are friends, and they’ve known each other for as long as they can remember. When both of them are back in town to visit, they meet again after many years. And although their lives have taken major turns in the meantime, some things may never change. Or will they?
Part summary: Most stories end before everyday life seizes hold of the lovebirds, and that’s probably a good thing. But maybe everyday life can inhere a magic of its own. And it can be worth a visit, after all. 
Word count: ca. 4.8k
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, mention of sex, fluff that will make your teeth ache, angst, injuries, melancholy, alcohol, alcohol problem/addiction, therapy, concern about kids and parents. 
Author's note: This is the ending of Walter and Jo’s story. I’m very grateful for everyone who read and enjoyed this piece I ripped from my heart, and I’m even more grateful for those who have left me lovely and encouraging feedback! It means the world. Thanks a million!! 💕
As always not beta’d, and English is not my native language, so you’d better be prepared for mistakes.
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One year later
Jo 
“Shoot!” I mumbled as a blob of caramel dripped onto the countertop.
I hastily grabbed a cloth, trying to wipe the mess away before I gave up. The whole kitchen seemed sticky by now, and the fastest way to clean it was probably to hose it down. Since it was doubtful that Dad would like that idea, some good old cleanser would have to do. But not before I had finished that cake. 
As I put the last decorations on Dad’s birthday cake, my gaze lit through the window into the garden and on the people who had gathered around the large table. This year's birthday party was quieter and smaller than last year's. Just family and a few close friends - those who had supported Dad during the past year. It still made my heart ache that some people had turned their back on him as he had stopped going to the pub. But those who had done so were also the ones who had used to top up his glass when he had already enough. And those who had laughed and snapped a picture when he fell asleep on the bar instead of helping him get home safely. So it wasn’t a great loss in the end. 
Outwardly, Dad had accepted it calmly and as inevitable, just like the therapy he was in. I knew it was hard for him to change old habits and his lifestyle and to dig out things from the past he needed to come to terms with. But against all odds, he was still wrestling through, and tears had brimmed his eyes as well as mine as he had shown me the golden chip he carried in his wallet yesterday - for ten months of sobriety. 
He seemed to understand that he needed to do all this for himself, not for others, and yet I was grateful for the people in his life who had his back. There were people like Austin, Teresa, and Richard. And there was Nicole. 
Dad had met her on one of the daily walks he took as his doctor had suggested more exercise as one component of therapy to treat his addiction and depression. I grinned as I remembered the slightly nervous tone in his voice on the phone last month as he had told me he was seeing someone. And his smile was both sheepish and proud, as he had introduced us earlier today. Maybe he feared I would be concerned about them dating, but that wasn’t true. I had to admit to myself that it was a bit weird to see him with someone other than my mom for the first time, but that didn’t change the fact that I was truly happy for him. 
Nicole was about ten years younger than him, and she had moved to this place two years ago after the death of her husband. Her two daughters were still going to college, both in Boston. She had warm brown eyes and the most contagious laugh I had ever heard. And the way she and Dad exchanged glances, smiles, and little touches spoke for itself. 
The two had set the table and provided drinks for the guests while I had hurried inside to put the finishing touches on the birthday cake. As I quickly wiped chocolate crumbs and caramel off the edge of the cake plate, I saw Dad fooling around with Nicole’s dog - a rescue Beagle named Skipper. Dad laughed, boisterous like a little boy, as Skipper darted from one person to the other with a stick in his muzzle, unable to decide who should throw it for him. 
He finally chose Faye, dropping the stick at her feet, and he barely managed to sit as he wagged his tail so enthusiastically. Faye tried unsuccessfully to calm him down before she finally had mercy and threw the stick for him, giggling as Skipper sped off like a rocket. 
I smiled as I watched her running after the dog, with her mane of dark curls fluttering in the wind.
Of all the changes the last year had brought for us, she was probably the one I had feared the most.
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“That went pretty well, didn’t it?” Walt had asked with a happy smile as we walked to his car after Faye’s birthday party last year. 
It had been one of those late summer days when the leaves began to color yellow, red, and orange, and you could sense the fall coming. When the mornings and evenings were already cool enough to need a jacket, and the afternoons were still warm enough to wear a T-shirt. Nevertheless, I was thankful for the warmth of his hand as he reached for mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. His touch instantly soothed my buzzing nerves a bit. And it was only then that I noticed the tension that had spread in my jaw and my shoulders during the past hours.
“I don’t know. Did it go well?” I asked with a careful laugh.
“Of course, it did,” Walt reassured me, darting a concerned sideglance at me. “It was quite a lot, hm?”
“It was a bit overwhelming,” I admitted. 
I had not only met Faye for the first time, but also Angie - her mother - along with Angie’s boyfriend and his son and her whole side of the family: Faye's grandparents, uncle and aunts, and cousins. Unfortunately, the Marshalls hadn't been able to come, so Walt was the only familiar face for me at the party.
Faye had hogged him the second we had entered the house, which was perfectly understandable as it was her birthday, and they hadn’t seen each other in a while. And so I had been on my own, feeling a bit out of place at first. Luckily, everyone was very friendly, including me in their conversations and letting me lend a hand with clearing the table. 
Faye wasn’t unfriendly towards me but cautious and maybe a little offish. I felt her, and I hadn’t expected it to be different. Nevertheless, a part of me worried if she would warm up to me someday. And if Walt would still love me if she wouldn’t. 
I felt all the more relieved as I noticed her listening while I told her family a bit about myself. And when she giggled with everyone else as Charlie called her on her new phone to sing her a pretty loud and off-key Happy Birthday before he took the chance to entertain everyone with a few stories from our childhood. Of course, he called me Johanna Banana. And, of course, Faye had adapted that nickname months later. But contrary to Charlie, she didn’t say it to annoy me. It was rather a term of endearment, and she said it with her rogueish smile and a conspiratorial twinkle in her eye - her father’s daughter, for sure. 
After all those months, we were still getting to know each other, but we had already discovered we had a lot in common. Like sewing, an undying love for Mexican food, and our concern about her father’s health and well-being. And we had also discovered things that set us apart. Like two very different body clocks, her preference for scary movies, which made fraidy cats like me want to hide under a blanket, and the question of what was the proper way to load a dishwasher.  
And then, there were thousands of questions. I wasn’t her parent, but what role would I play in her life? Would I “only” be her father’s girlfriend? Or would I be more than that? A parental figure? Or something in between? Was I allowed to say something about her shoes, book bag, and the jacket she left lying on the floor every time she entered the house? Was it okay to buy her the book she had been telling me about, just because, or should I wait until Christmas? And could I allow her that trip to the mall with her friends while Walt was at work?
We had been wrestling our way through all those questions, and although there were still situations we hadn’t seen coming, it had become easier for all of us. And before I knew it, I realized that I missed her when she had to skip a visit. That I was wondering how she was doing. And that she was the only person who was allowed to call me Johanna Banana with impunity.
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I gave a jerk as Walt’s arms sneaked around my waist from behind. 
“Hey, sunshine,” he mumbled, gently pressing me against his body. “What are you doing here, hm?”
“I, umm, might have daydreamed a bit,” I admitted, feeling my cheeks grow hot at the thought that everyone was waiting for me outside. “Did I take so long? I defied the time.” 
“You didn’t take too long. I just might have needed an excuse to make out with you in the kitchen.” 
I laughed softly, snuggling into his arms as he planted a kiss on my temple. My laughter faded away as his index finger traced the neckline of my summer dress. And I leaned my head back against his chest, closing my eyes as he repeated this movement, and I allowed my body to react to him. My skin began to heat up and tingle under his touch, and he slid his finger under the white fabric with the pink floral pattern. I gasped for air as he traced the swell of my breasts, and then I waited, longed, with bated breath, for him to slide into my bra.
Both of us moved apart with a start when we heard hearty laughter from outside. A peek out the window showed it wasn’t directed at us, and before I knew it, Walt spun me around, moving us into a corner of the room where we couldn’t be seen. His lips found mine, and I sighed softly as his hand sneaked back into my dress, and his thumb purposefully circled my nipples. Goddammit, he knew all too well how to push my buttons and turn me into a moaning mess in no time! But before he could continue his mission, we heard more laughter from outside, and he pulled his hand back with a regretful hum. I nestled my head against his shoulder, snuggling up to him for another moment before we reluctantly moved apart. 
“What?” I asked, smirking when I noticed his eyes wandering over my form. 
And a smile spread on his face as he tore his gaze away. 
“You look far too irresistible in that dress,” he muttered. “Okay, actually, you always do.”
“Especially when I’m standing in the kitchen like your good little housewife, huh?” I teased. 
I dug my teeth into my bottom lip so as not to laugh as a sheepish expression crept upon his face. He had an undeniable soft spot for watching me cook and bake; I knew that much. I knew it because the scent wafting through the house never failed to draw him into the kitchen sooner or later. I harbored the suspicion that he liked to watch me from the hallway for a moment before he entered the room, engulfing me in his arms and making my hands stop whatever they were doing.
Sometimes, we just stood like that, gently swaying to a song playing on the radio. At other times, I soon found myself pressed down on the kitchen table, legs spread, my pants bunched around my ankles, and my bare breasts rubbing against the smooth wood while he fucked me relentlessly. 
“Well, not the housewife thing. But I admit that seeing you in the kitchen… Ugh, does that make me a chauvinist asshole?” he asked, looking so guilty all of a sudden that I couldn’t help but chuckle. 
“It doesn’t because you’re absolutely not a chauvinist asshole,” I reassured him with a grin. “It’s probably some primal needs thing. Food and reproduction, you know?”
“Maybe,” he laughed quietly before his expression became serious again. “I sometimes feel like an asshole if I work overtime once again, leaving you alone with all the chores,” he admitted. “That’s probably not what you were dreaming of.” 
“Walt,“ I mumbled, shaking my head as I stepped towards him. 
It was true that I did more chores than he did, and I also did most of the cooking. However, it wasn’t because he didn’t want to do his fair share but because he worked much more than an average employee. To be exact, nothing about his job was average, and yet he tried to do as much as he could. But it was also fair to say that it had taken us time and effort to find our way to align our jobs and lifestyles. 
Although I had roughly known in advance what to expect, I hadn’t been prepared for what it would feel like. What it would feel like to sit alone at a table ready laid while dinner was standing on the stove. To delay plans multiple weekends in a row. And to sit on the couch waiting for him to come home, just like my mom had been waiting for my dad. But what looked as if history was repeating at a first glance was actually much different. 
“All above, I was dreaming of someone who really cares about me. Of someone who loves me,” I said now, cradling his cheek in my hand. 
And a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he clasped me in his arms.
“Well, you’ve found that someone,” he smiled, nudging my nose with his, and I knew what he said was true. 
I knew it was true because he didn’t give rise to doubts. It wasn’t necessarily because of excessive tokens of love but rather because of all the small things he did and that meant so much. 
It was the heart-shaped pebble he had found on a parking lot one day and brought home because he knew I was collecting them. Or a message he sent me on one of his rare breaks. It was the fact that he always asked me about my day and that he actually listened to my reply. 
And it was the way he touched me. He had touched me gently and rough and greedy and languid and fleeting and as if he’d never let me go, and he had probably touched me in a thousand other different ways. And every single touch told me I had found what I had been dreaming of. It told me just as much as the words he mumbled against my lips.  
“I love you so much, sunshine!”
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The next day, Pirate Bay
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I let my gaze roam the shore - the rocks and pebbles, the clear water, and the fallen tree. The wood was bleached and weathered, but it was still in the same spot as last year. 
I wondered if this place would ever change, and at the same time, I hoped it never would. It was a place full of memories, solely good ones, and one of the most peaceful places I had ever known. And still, it would be none of that without the woman by my side. 
She looked so beautiful, standing there next to me on the edge of the bay with her hair waving in the gentle breeze. She looked up at me when she noticed me staring, darting a radiant smile at me that made my heart skip a beat. 
Both of us had been looking forward to coming here. The past days had been packed with family time, barbecues, and preparations for Brian’s birthday. It was really good to see everyone, but Jo and I hadn’t really had the chance to spend some time alone. And that was why we had used the opportunity to skedaddle with no hesitation when my mother had invited Faye for shopping and ice cream today. 
I smiled as I thought about the message Faye had sent me from their shopping trip - a picture of a modern glass vase and the question if Jo could use a new one for the pebbles she was collecting. Her collection must comprise hundreds of stony hearts by now, big and small and in every color imaginable. Whenever family members or friends found a heart-shaped pebble somewhere, they picked it up for her. And I sometimes mused that it seemed like an attempt we made to return all the love and warmth she shed so generously on the people in her life - on those who had always been there and on those she had just met. And on those who became a part of her life without having asked for it. Like my daughter. 
I knew Faye had been skeptical, and Jo had been worried at the beginning of our relationship. I had felt both of them, although I hadn’t shared their concerns - strangely optimistic by my standards. Maybe it was simply because I was an idiot in love, but maybe I had already known they would be good for each other. I was certain that both would roll their eyes at me, but I had ended up being right. And after all those months, it still was a joy to watch them get to know each other and deepen their bond. 
Faye’s gesture spoke volumes, and I couldn’t wait to see Jo’s reaction. I knew she would beam with joy, and the vase would get an honored place in the living room. In our living room. 
It must have seemed like we jumped the gun when she moved in with me after barely more than eight months. A few colleagues and Angie had told me that in no uncertain terms. 
Whereas my first instinct was to shrug them all off as they didn’t really know us, Jo had convinced me to talk to Angie and ask her about her concerns. And then, all four of us gathered around the table in Angie’s house to talk. It turned out that Faye had been worried about her room and if she and I would spend less time together. 
Jo had handled the conversation like a pro, open and empathic without belittling herself, although she had nervously clutched my hand in the car earlier. Communication was her strong point, and maybe we complemented each other, as she smoothened when I was too curt or speechless, or stubborn. 
In the end, we all got to spend more time together now that Jo and I no longer had to commute between Minneapolis and the suburb where she had lived. And Faye’s room had undergone a makeover, just like the rest of the house. 
If someone had told me a year ago that I would soon live in a house with a yellow couch, a smiley doormat, and colorful ceramic dinnerware, I would have called them a liar. Nevertheless, it looked good, a bit of a wild mix of our tastes, styles, and interests. And what had once been a place I had never spent much time at, besides in order to take a shower or sleep for an hour before heading back to work, looked like an actual home now. A place I loved coming home to. 
I exhaled a deep breath every time I stepped into the house, closing the front door behind me. And I counted the seconds until I could finally hold her in my arms and feel her warm skin on mine and taste her sweet lips. 
I always needed her close, as close as possible, while we spent the end of the day together. 
On some days, close meant having her in my lap as we sat on the couch after dinner, talking and talking and talking. On other days there were no words left to be said, and we just stared at the TV together. 
Sometimes none of us wanted to watch the news or anything at all, and all we wanted was to shut the world out. We often ran a bath on days like that, and I would never forget the first time she had pulled me into her arms in the warm water and how she had lathered my body and my hair. She had run her fingers over my scalp and over tense muscles, and all I could do was close my eyes while I melted away under her soothing touch. 
Sometimes the sky was dark and oppressive, and the only way for me to escape and finally fall asleep was to lean my head against her chest, letting me be rocked to sleep by the gentle movements of her breathing while the sound of her heartbeat filled my ears and my mind. 
And sometimes, I brought storm home with me, tense and churned up to the tips of my fingers, and I needed her to let it erupt, to ease the turmoil inside of me and make it fade away. Those were the days when I took her mercilessly, craving her submission, craving to see her take everything I gave her until she was swollen and trembling and overstimulated, yet whimpering and pleading for more, her eyes bright with tears and unwavering love and trust. 
She was my sunshine, gently dragging me out of the darkness with her light and her warmth. And nonetheless, it had taken her a while to see that she would always be allowed to be more than that. That she was allowed to struggle, to have bad days, and to need me to take care of her. That it wouldn’t make me love her any less. That she would never be a burden to me.
And I remembered the day during the first weeks of our relationship when I had driven almost two hours to see her after one hell of a day at work.
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I knew something was wrong the minute I entered her apartment. She tried her best to smile and to make me feel comfortable, but she seemed distracted and stirred up as we ate the pasta dish she had made for dinner. 
As she went to the kitchen to take the chocolate souffle out of the oven, I heard a shriek followed by the sound of something shattering on the floor. As I hurried into the kitchen, I found her kneeling on the tiles amidst shards, crumbs, and molten chocolate, as she hastily tried to clean up the mess with shaking hands. 
She struggled to retain her composure, her chin trembling as she tried hard to fight back her tears, just like the brave little girl she had once been. My attempts to soothe her only seemed to make her more agitated as she stammered something about how sorry she was and how I already had enough on my plate. But when I discovered the burn blister forming on her palm, I had heard and seen enough. 
I scooped her up and took her to the bathroom to take care of her wound. She winced in pain as I cleaned and bound her hand up, and when I carefully ran my hand along her back, she broke. 
We sat on the floor of the small bathroom, and I held her in my arms as long-suppressed tears ran down her face and her body shook with heartbreaking sobs. I planted kisses on her hair, mumbling sweet nothings, and little by little, her tears dried up. And only a few sniffles interrupted her quiet voice as she haltingly told me what had happened.
Her dad would have had his first appointment at the addiction clinic that day. Nevertheless, he had chosen to go to the pub the night before. For ‘one last drink,’ as he had said. That one last drink had resulted in a drunken stupor, a fall down the stairs, as well as a broken arm, and a cut on his forehead. He was still at the hospital for observation, and someone from the addiction clinic would come to see him and talk about the next steps the next day. 
There was nothing I could have done for him at that point, and so I focused solely on the woman in my arms. 
Jo’s day must have been a living hell, and I saw she had no energy left. I washed the traces of chocolate off her skin before I helped her change into her PJs and carried her to her bed. I found some painkillers in the mirror cabinet and encouraged her to take them, as her hand must have hurt like hell. 
When I returned from cleaning up the kitchen, she was still awake, silently looking at me with puffy eyes. I knew she wouldn’t ask me to stay as I was tired and had to work the next day. But nothing and no one could have chased me from her side, and her eyes shone with thankfulness as I took off my jeans and t-shirt and crawled under the covers.
She melted into my arms, and my lips found hers as if it had never been any different. The taste of her tears tugged at my heartstrings, and I involuntarily pulled her closer, deepening the kiss as if that could dispel her sadness, her anger, her disappointment, and her worries. 
As a breath hitched in her throat, I gently broke away, letting my lips wander down her throat while she began to pant and squirm under me. 
“May I?” I whispered as I rucked up her T-shirt. 
And “May I?” I whispered again shortly afterward as I abandoned her puffy nipples to kiss my way down her belly, licking a stripe from her belly button down to the hem of her pants. 
Again she whispered her consent, just to gasp for air a second later when I yanked off her pants. Her gasps turned into soft moans when I gently licked along her nether lips before I dipped into her dripping slit. And her uninjured hand clung to my hair as I ate her out. As her thighs began to quiver, and she rocked against my tongue, her bound-up hand searched for mine, and our fingertips entangled as she came hard on my mouth for the first time that night.
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I thought about all that as she sat between my legs, her back against my chest, and we looked at the lake. A gust of wind blew under the blanket I had wrapped around us, and I quickly tugged it back in place. Although the sky had clouded up and the wind and the water were actually too cool to swim, none of us had been able to resist the temptation or, rather, the challenge to go for a quick swim. And afterward, I had taken my sweet time to thoroughly unfreeze my shivering sunshine. 
Now she was nice and warm, snuggling up to me, and a smile tugged at my lips as I pressed a kiss to her temple. 
“What?” she asked softly, turning her head to look at me. 
Of course, she had noticed something was floating around in my head. She always did. 
“It doesn’t feel like a year,” I finally mumbled, pensively shaking my head. 
“Well, that’s because it has been more than a year. Actually, it has been half of a lifetime, hasn’t it?” she said with her sweet smile that would probably never fail to send my heart racing. Not even after fifty years. 
All of a sudden, a wild tingle shot to the pit of my stomach, and a breath caught in my throat. And for a moment, my lips moved without a sound coming out. 
An inquiring expression drifted across her features, but before she could say something, I finally found my voice again. 
“I want to make this a lifetime,” I croaked out. “I’ve already loved you for my whole life, Jo. And I will love you for the rest of my life.” 
For a moment or two, she just looked at me. And then, tears filled her beautiful eyes, and her lips trembled ever-so-slightly as they curled into a stunning smile. 
“Are you… Are asking me if…,” she stammered breathlessly, and maybe my voice wobbled a bit as I nodded, completing her words. 
“Will you marry me, sunshine?”
The thought had already been on my mind for a few weeks. I hadn't bought a ring yet, but this moment and the shaky yes she breathed against my lips felt perfect and unbelievably right. It felt like all of this was meant to be - like we were meant to be. 
Just like it had felt when our paths had brought us back to this place and back to each other.
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thezombieprostitute · 19 days
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Panic Attack
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Summary: A panic attack leads to a conversation with a handsome Detective and he helps you feel better in a few ways.
A/N: Reader is plus sized. No other descriptors used. Thank you @peyton-warren for the idea!
Warnings: Abusive ex - Fat shaming; Food denial. Panic attack. Let me know if I missed any!
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The scent hits you and brings back all of the memories. You can control for so many triggers but not scent. It’s the sense with the strongest ties to your memories and you can’t avoid it. You can’t get your brain past it. There’s no talking yourself down when all you feel you can do is shut down completely. You sit on the sidewalk and wait for the pain your brain and body know is coming. 
“Give them some space,” a voice says. It catches your attention because the accent seems out of place. 
Thinking you’ve finally fully snapped you start gently rocking. Suddenly a face comes into view. Curly hair, beard and deep blue eyes etched with concern. It’s enough to get you to stop rocking.
“Hi there,” he says. “I’m Detective Walter Marshall. You look like you’re having a panic attack?” His words take a little time to register in your brain. When they do, you nod. “Do you know what triggered this? Is it still here?” His voice is calm and caring without being condescending. 
“Smell…” you whisper. “Someone’s cologne. It’s gone now. Can’t…I can’t…”
“It’s okay,” his voice soothes. “Do you need to go inside or do you need the open space?”
“Umm…” your brain keeps trying to work but it’s stalling out. Every time you try to look away his eyes follow yours, keeping your focus on him. “Inside, please. If only so I’m not sitting on the sidewalk?”
“Okay. Can I help you up?” He stands and holds out his hand. You’re taken aback at just how tall and thick he is. You’re almost too shy to take the help but you do need to get off of the ground. You take your hand and pull yourself up. You’re a little scared you’ll hurt him with your weight but he barely seems to register it. When you’re on your feet he gestures to a nearby restaurant, “if it's a smell that got you worked up maybe a bunch of different ones will help you? My treat.”
The two of you walk the few steps to the front door and he holds the door open for you. Your movements are slow but he doesn’t comment, letting you set the pace. You find a table in the corner and sit there. You need to be able to see the entire (thankfully empty) room, can’t risk someone sneaking up on you. He sits next to you, close enough to hear you talk but far enough to respect your personal space. 
“Is there anything I can get you,” he asks. “Any comfort food or drink? Maybe even a YouTube video to help you out?”
Your brain gives a few false starts before you’re able to say, “chocolate? Chocolate flavor means he’s not here. Means I’m okay.”
He nods and gestures to one of the staff who quickly comes over. He orders a couple pieces of chocolate cake and the waiter goes to quickly grab them. 
“While we’re waiting,” he looks at you, “can you tell me your name?” You’re happy with how quickly you’re able to tell him, like maybe your brain can do something right. He nods, “when is your birthday?” That one takes a few seconds longer but you’re able to tell him. “Are you able to take a deep breath?” Almost involuntarily you find yourself slowly breathing deep. By the time you exhale you’re feeling a smidge better.
The slices of cake get to the table and he puts one in front of you, taking the other for himself. When you hesitate he starts eating his as if telling you it’s okay to eat. You take a small bite and the chemicals in your brain start adjusting and letting go of the terror that cologne had inspired. He never let you eat chocolate, sweets in general. He’d always said you needed to stop embarrassing him and lose some weight so he cut you off from your favorites. But you’re eating chocolate cake now so he can’t be here. 
After a couple of bites your panicked state eases up, leaving you feeling weak and exhausted. You start crying and apologizing. He’s quick to console you, holding your hand in his, speaking in a soothing tone about how you can’t always control when these things will hit. How trauma of any kind isn’t something that can just be pushed down and forgotten. How you’re a lot stronger than you think because you’ve survived this and more.
When you’ve cried yourself out you switch to thanking him for his help and the cake. He smiles softly and goes back to eating his slice, encouraging you to continue eating yours. You do so with gusto, smiling, and comment on how tasty it really is. 
“It goes really well with coffee,” Walter comments. “But I didn’t want to order any in case that was another trigger.”
“No,” you softly shake your head, “that sounds really nice. Decaf, though. I don’t think my nerves could handle caffeine at the moment.” Walter turns and orders the coffee which is quickly brought out. You heartily agree that the flavor of the cake is enhanced when paired with the coffee and his smile grows. 
The two of you start conversing in general small talk, leading to talking about your various interests. It’s a very restorative conversation as you let yourself feel excited to explain some of your hobbies and recent fixations. He listens and adds some of his own commentary about your shared interests. Turns out you have quite a few of them. 
After the cake and coffee has been consumed, your nerves are still raw but not as sensitive. You thank Walter for helping you out and ask if you can repay him. 
“It’s not a problem,” he smiles. “I’m genuinely happy to help. In fact, can I take you home? You look like you could use some rest.” You smile and nod. 
He leads you to his truck and you tell him your building’s address. He makes sure to walk you to the building’s front door and gives you his card in case you want to talk some more. You give him a big hug before heading inside. 
Between your name, birthday and building address, Walter is able to look up your history in the department records. He finds the restraining order with your ex-boyfriends name and address on it. He can’t do anything yet but it’s good information to have in case something happens. In the meantime, he really hopes you call or text him. 
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martha-oi · 8 months
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•° Walter Marshall °•
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°• @sillyrabbit81 •°
The itch
The Madonna whore
Not too bad for an old man
Say it
°• @littlefreya •°
Bark at the moon
Cols as ice
Leather kisses
Night lessons
Overprotected - Heart of darkness
Sounds of the abyss
Discipline
Serve and protect
Guardian angel
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°• @scorpiobitch95 •°
Bring it on home to me
Insomnia marshmallows - Part two
°• @raccoon-eyed-rebel •°
In all fairness
°• @wolvesandhoundshowltogether •°
His moon
The undeserving
Hot tub date
Scratch your name across my back
°• @princess-of-riviaa •°
Medicine
°• @delicate-moon-princess •°
A word like that
Warm enough?
°• @zealoushound •°
The dinner
Fuzzy bear
°• @thelastsock •°
Kiss me softly
°• @peyton-warren •°
Into the storm
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wndawtch · 1 year
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everybody knows that im a good girl officer<3
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peyton-warren · 11 months
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As I love to keep you occupied 😁
Do you think you can write:
⛑ - Some tender first-aid with Walter Marshall
Arresting and Arrested
Characters: Walter Marshall, OFC, random thugs Fandoms: Night Hunter, Henry Cavill characters Word count: 277 Type: angsty, fluffy. Warning: 18+. Minors DNI. Injury, blood, comfort, vague hints of torture. Summary: Walter receives comfort from a suprising source. Author's Note: @geralts-yenn is to blame for this. She sent me ask from this as game if you would like to play too. Thank you to @adulting-sucks, @ronearoundblindly and @sarahdonald87 for the beta. Let me know if you'd like to see another part to this, there may be one in the works. Ask Box: Open Masterlist
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“Who are you?��� Walter pushed out between ruptured lips, his lungs barely holding enough air to breathe as his likely broken ribs screamed.   
The young woman with stringy, dirty hair just silently shook her head at him, laying a finger to her lips as she continued dabbing at the cut over Walter’s  eyebrow.  Walter peered at her through the eye that could still open, wondering who she was, what she had to do with the man who had orchestrated his kidnapping, and why she was giving him tender first aid in what he assumed was a warehouse.  Was she a prisoner or somehow part of this trafficking ring Walter had been trying to bust for almost a year? She didn’t seem to be a willing participant in any of this.   
She smiled softly as she looked through her bag at her hip, selecting something else to help stop the blood and clean him up.   Pulling out a small tube, she placed a dab of ointment on her finger.  Getting to her feet, she leaned forward, her face looking up at him where he hung from the ceiling.  He felt her breath on his bruised cheek as she delicately daubed the ointment over the split on his lower lip.  
“Thank you,” he tried softly, his brow puckering at the pain.  
Her smile was brief as suddenly there was the return of foot falls, at least three men, headed back in their direction.  Stuffing her bag again quickly, she squeezed his calf before dashing off into the silent shadows just before the men rounded the corner, the biggest brute of them smiling wide at Walter before flexing his fists.
Follow up here.
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General Tag List: @littleone65e65, @mysweetlittledesirettledesire
HC Tag LIst: @m07belzen, @used-to-be-bourbonwithice, @hawklin, @geralts-yenn
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shellyshellshell · 2 months
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Shelly shelly Shelly omg I just watched the night hunter and I've got something in my mind(other than the constant want to get railed by Walter Marshall) there was this scene in the first five mins of the movie when walter is being a slightly strict dad to Faye while he went through her socials, and at one scene he even goes "sit back down" like sirrrrrrr!? I need a man to discipline me like that😭
WHAT I WANT(if you will graciously write for me) is a pov where walter is y/n's longterm boyfriend and she drunk drives home (after like a girls meetup) at night alone instead of calling Walter Cuz they'd been in a fight previously that day. And Walter is ANGRY.(not at all abt the fight but abt her putting herself in danger Cuz of her careless behavior) And he scolds her and disciplines her and I dont even mean sexually😭 just protective behavior followed by some fluff AND SMUT if you want Cuz how can I ever say no to that.
I know my Daddy Issues are acting up with this request and I apologize for that. Please Shelly bless me! 😭💙
Okaaay so I woke up thinking about this today lol and I finally wrote it. I hope you enjoy it sweetie! I am leaning heavy into the Daddy thing and it kinda got outta hand, so if that’s not anyone’s jam, look away now lol!
Be Good
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Word Count: 1,195
Pairing: Walter Marshall x Gf Reader
Summary: You get in trouble with Walter after driving home drunk.
Warnings: 18+, drunk driving, angst, DaddyDom! Walter (not hard dom but not super soft either), Daddy kink, blowjob, swallowing, orgasm denial, begging, squirting, creampie
You’d been out with the girl’s that night and had a few drinks. You weren’t necessarily drunk but also probably shouldn’t have been driving. You knew it and you knew better but after your fight with Walter the day before and with him giving you the cold shoulder you weren’t calling him. You figured he was working anyway. When you pulled into the drive you didn’t pay much attention to whether he was home or not. You opened the door, put your keys in the tray on the entry way table and stumbled out of your heels.
“Are you drunk?,” Walter barked. Your eyes widened before you fixed your face. “How’d you even get here?,” he then asked. “I’m not drunk, just a little buzz,” you replied. “How’d you get here?,” he questioned as you sat down at the kitchen table. “I drove,” you said quietly. “You’re joking?,” he scoffed. “It’s not a big deal I-,” you began. “Not a big deal? Sit back down!,” he said as you got up from the seat. You plopped back down at his authoritative tone and shrunk back slightly. “What do you even care? You haven’t spoken to me since our last stupid fight yesterday,” you said as you folded your arms across your chest.
“Sweetheart, of course I care. You think some fight means more to me than you?,” he asked as he got on his knees before you. He placed his hands on your hips as he looked up at you. He could see your lip quivering. “I don’t care about any of that. You could’ve killed someone. You could’ve DIED,” he said pointedly. “I- I’m sorry. I just didn’t figure you’d want to come get me, that you’d be annoyed I’d been drinking,” you sniffled.
“You’re all I care about baby, apart from Faye, of course. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have given you the cold shoulder. Can you forgive me?,” he asked. “Only if you can forgive me,” you said softly. “I do. Just don’t ever do that again, okay?,” he asked as he cupped your face. “Okay,” you said bringing your forehead to rest on his. He kissed you softly before pulling back. “I love you,” he said. “I love you too, Walter Bear,” you said, making him smile. “All I want is you safe. I don’t want to live without you, Sweetheart,” he said softly. “I know,” you replied with a kiss.
“Can we make up now?,” you said with a pouty lip as you draped your arms around his neck. “Hmm. I dunno, love,” he said, eyes darkening. “Why not,” you whined. “You’ve been a bad girl,” he replied. “I can be good,” you replied sultrily. “Well maybe, if you can show Daddy how good you can be, we’ll make up,” he said as he ran his thumb across your lip.
You opened your mouth and let him place the pad of it on your tongue before you closed your lips and began sucking. “Mmm,” you hummed. Walter’s breathing increased as he gently led you off the chair and onto the floor on your knees. He pulled his thumb from your mouth and rubbed the wetness from it over your lips before standing straight and undoing his pants. “Open your mouth baby girl,” he rasped. You did as you were told and he slapped your tongue with the head of his cock a few time before easing it into your mouth.
“You remember what to do if it’s too much, right?,” he asked. You tapped his thigh lightly, showing him you remembered. “Good girl,” he praised before placing both of his hands at the back of your head and pulling back. Before it was over he had made an absolute mess of you. Eyes watering, mascara smeared down your cheeks, and drool rolling down your chin. You could feel Walter swelling within your mouth and you knew he was close. “You want Daddy to come in your mouth?,” he asked. “Mmhm,” you hummed as you looked up at him pleadingly.
“Fuck,” he murmured before pumping his hips faster. It didn’t take long before he was spilling at the back of your throat and you sucked down every last bit greedily. When he was finished he pulled back and you looked up at him through your lashes. “Was I good?,” you asked. “You sure were. Come here,” he said pulling you up off the floor and into his arms. He kissed you hungrily before carrying you to the bedroom and pulling your clothes off.
He put his hand between your legs and groaned at the feeling of how wet you were. “Please Daddy,” you whimpered as he toyed with your clit. “Please what?,” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “Please fuck me,” you breathed. He quickly laid you back on the bed and slid into you with one swift movement. “You take Daddy’s cock so well baby girl. Look at you,” he said before leaning back to see where the two of you were connected. “Thank you, Daddy,” you whimpered.
“You were so good, but I need you to do one more thing for me,” he said as he began moving his hips. “Anything,” you said. “Don’t come until Daddy says, alright?,” he said. You almost pouted but you were so caught up in being good for him you agreed. “That’s my girl,” he said before kissing you fiercely. He started hammering into you and you were already so close to the edge you were sure you were going to make it. You were gripping so hard at Walter’s back his skin dimpled.
“Close already Sweetheart?,” he questioned. “Yes,” you moaned. “Aww. Surely you can hold on just a little longer for me?,” he asked. “M- maybe,” you panted. “Maybe?,” he reproached. “Yes,” you whimpered as you felt your pussy twitch. Walter kissed your lips before kissing down your jaw, then placing his lips beside your ear. “You feel so good baby. So warm, so wet. Feels like your pussy is choking me,” he groaned. “Daddy please. Need to come,” you gasped harshly. “Yeah? My good girl needs to come? I can feel that baby. Your poor pussy is barely holding on,” he then said. “Don’t be mean Daddy,” you pouted. “But you were bad baby girl,” he taunted. “I’ve been good,” you sobbed. “You want it?,” he breathed. “Yes!,” you cried. “Beg for it,” he then said.
“Please Daddy. Need to come. Your big cock makes me feel so good. Please, please,” you begged unashamedly. “Come,” he growled as his cock swelled. You came so hard your entire body arched into Walter’s, toes curled, and you felt like you could hardly breathed. “Oooh fuck,” you screamed as you gushed all around him. Walter came with a wheeze as his hips snapped into you. He filled you full before rising up and kissing you sensually.
“I really am sorry, Walter,” you said softly as you cupped his face. “I know, love. Like I said, just don’t do it again, okay? I love you,” he said before kissing you again. “I love you too,” you replied before he pulled out and held you tight.
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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 10 months
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📚 Walter
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A/N: Hi anon! Thanks for the ask! I hope it's okay that it's Walter comforting someone else by telling a bedtime story! A major shoutout to @geralts-yenn for checking this for at least somewhat accurate six-year-old-ness.
(This was written from a promt from this ask game!)
Characters: Walter Marshall, littlebrother!Mikey, OFC
Summary: Walter doesn't have quite the night he had planned on when a thunderstorm scares both his girlfriend and his little brother...
Word count: 1.2k
Warnings: Fluff. Mention of 'underage'(?) sex (They're both sixteen.) A mom saying a totally un-hilarious, major cringy thing.
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“Shit,” I groan as I sit up. Outside, the rain is picking up, and I can hear the beginning rumble of thunder in the distance. I look next to me, where I had just managed to get Christina mostly naked. “Get dressed.”
“Why?” she asks. “What’s going on?” It takes absolutely everything I’ve got to ignore what the finger she’s dragging down my back is doing to me.
“Mikey,” I answer bluntly. “There’s a storm coming. He gets scared.” The words are barely out of my mouth before I hear him scream in the other room. Chris and I both scramble to get our clothes back on, finishing in the nick of time, just as there’s a soft knock on the door. I chuckle when I hear it. Since when does this kid know how to knock?
“Hey, little buddy,” I say after opening the door and picking Mike up off the floor. He’s on the verge of crying. Kid really doesn’t like thunder. One look at that trembling bottom lip tells me he’s about to break, so I walk him over to my bed and put him under the covers between me and Chris. It’s cozy, for sure, because this queen-sized bed really isn’t made for three people, even if the third is a tiny one like Mikey. “It’s okay, no need to be scared.”
Never in the history of trying to calm someone down, has the phrase ‘there’s no need to be scared’ actually been helpful, but it’s the only thing I can think of. I look at Chris and pray she’s better at this than I am.
“Come here, cutie,” she says, pulling him closer. It doesn’t seem to calm him down much just yet, but he does snuggle into her arms, which is a good start.
“Bear,” he sobs softly, and I almost fly out of bed. ‘Bear’ is Mikey’s black and white stuffed dog, and he absolutely can’t sleep without it. That does make it fairly easy to retrieve, because it’s going to be on his bed – probably. Yep! Armed with Bear, and Mike’s favorite blanket, I make my way back to my room, careful not to trip over anything in Mike’s room, or the hallway, in the complete dark. It’s definitely a challenge, but he’ll never fall asleep if I turn on a light now.
“Bear is right here, Mikey,” I whisper. The first flash of lightning brightens the room just as he reaches out to grab the plushie. Chris impatiently grabs my hand and pulls me back into bed. “You don’t like the storm, either, do you?”
“No,” she admits, “I hate it.”
“You’re scared, too?” Mikey asks. Just because the tears aren’t flowing now, doesn’t mean they won’t come back, so I don’t pat myself on the back just yet.
“I am,” Chris says softly. I can’t see her face, but it sounds like she’s embarrassed about it.
“I was, too, when I was small,” I tell Mikey.
He gasps. “But… you’re not afraid of anything! You’re not even scared of girls!” I never thought I would find the start of the ‘girls are gross’ phase so funny, but I do.
“Trust me,” I tell him, “I’m plenty scared of girls.” Behind him, Chris snickers – and almost chokes while she’s at it… I really don’t need a second crisis on my hands here. Luckily, Mike is too young to understand the innuendo – at least I really, really hope he is.
Every time thunder or lightning strikes, Mike squeals like a hurt puppy, and Chris squeezes him tighter. The tears don’t come back, though, and I’m really happy he seems to have calmed down at least a little bit. I hate seeing Mikey scared. For a moment, I think we might actually be ready to go to sleep, but then Chris asks a still trembling Mikey if he wants to hear a story. Of course he does! Now, one might have assumed that because Chris was the one to offer, she actually has a story to tell him. She doesn’t. So that falls on me, I guess. Fine.
I toss another pillow behind my bed, so I can sit up a little, pull Mikey on top of me and Chris into my side. The whole thing feels so ridiculously domestic that it should probably scare me at this age – and if I’m being perfectly honest, it kinda does. Plenty scared of girls, remember?
Selecting one isn’t easy to begin with – it can’t be a story they made a Disney movie out of, because Mikey knows those by heart and will interrupt me to point out every mistake he thinks I make. I also have to keep in mind that the kid is already scared, so half of the Grimm-repertoire is out. The first three options I call out, apparently mom has already told him in the past week or something. We finally settle on Rumpelstiltskin – a story I hate for no reason other than that I have told it to him six million times. Now, instead of Mikey pointing out all the errors in my fantastic – if I do say so myself – interpretation, it’s Chris.
“Excuse me, do you want to tell this story, miss ‘I don’t know, you tell him something’?” I’m a little snippy, I know, but it’s the third time she’s interrupted me before I even managed to finish my second sentence.
“No,” she says quickly, ending her answer on a shriek and nestling into my side when lightning flashes again. I continue, and after a while, I can tell Mike is about to fall asleep. He never makes it to the end of bedtime stories. The one thing this kid knows how to do is sleep like a log. It takes a while to get him to settle down enough to actually go to sleep, but once he’s asleep… Soon, I find myself finishing the story for Chris. I’m not sure if she knows that, but I can’t bring myself to stop; she seems to like that I keep talking.
“Thanks, Walter,” she says softly when the story is up, “for not making fun of me.”
“Why would I make fun of you?” I ask. What is she thinking?
“I was every bit as scared as Mikey,” she confesses. It sounds silly, but she’s talking like she committed a crime or something.
“Good thing I was here, then,” I say as I give her a kiss on her forehead before carefully putting Mikey in between us.
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“So, did you guys have fun last night?” mom asks without looking up from the food she’s making.
“Yeah,” I groan. Between almost getting pushed out of my bed by Mike and getting kicked in the shins every time Chris was bothered by the storm, I didn’t sleep a wink…
“Quite a storm, huh? Was Mikey okay?” Mom continues. I almost drop the stack of books I’m holding. She knew.
“You… Damn!” I yell. “Did I…” I can’t even finish my sentence, because I’m floating somewhere halfway between angry and impressed, and I don’t know how I want to finish that sentence.
“Did you what? Get cockblocked by your mom? I guess. I’m sorry.” I wince – as any sane person would – when my mom says ‘cockblocked’.
“Trust me, Walt, I hated saying it as much as you hated hearing it,” she laughs, “but the look on your face right now makes it more than worth it…”
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geralts-yenn · 4 months
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Memories - part 1
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Walter Marshall x OFC Maxine (second-person pov)
summary: At your brother's wedding you have to face a ghost from your past - Walter Marshall - and you find yourself lost in memories
warnings: 18+, minors DNI! drinking alcohol, vaginal fingering, hand job, protected p-in-v sex
word count: 4,8k
A/N: a little idea that got me out of my writer's block 😍 special thanks to @peyton-warren for being my wonderful beta and @raccoon-eyed-rebel for the constant support ❤️
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“Oh, hello! Who’s that guy and why are you not throwing yourself at him?” Your brand-new sister-in-law nudged you in your side and pointed her chin towards a man standing at the bar. You followed her gaze and noticed a pair of wide shoulders under a head of untamed chocolate curls. For a second you weren’t sure, but then the man turned to the side and you cursed. You’d always recognize that dimpled nose, even when he gave his best to hide the rest of his beautiful face under a wild beard. 
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, it’s Walter fucking Marshall.” Your eyes were rolling in your head furiously. Up to this moment you were praying to all the goddesses in the universe that he would be stopped by a blizzard or whatever would have kept him in Minnesota. But there he was, which meant you had to face him. Something you’ve dreaded ever since your brother told you he’d invite him to his wedding.
Vicky snorted into her champagne flute. “So that’s why Josh never showed me any photos of his most precious childhood companion.” Her eyes were roaming over Walter’s features unashamedly. “He’s delicious. Now I’m really curious why you hate him so much.”
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Your prom night should have been the best day of your life. You had been so excited, your friends and you were giggling and cheering for weeks every time you were speaking about what you had planned. After dating Paul for almost a year now, you had promised him to let him get to the fourth base that night. Not just to do him a favor, you were ready. Or so you told yourself. But then the day came and with every minute that passed you got more nervous. Paul had sneaked a flask of liquor into the place and you took a sip, hoping it would loosen you up but it only made you feel more nauseous. 
When you left the party, Paul’s hands kept running up and down your thigh that was revealed by the high slit in your dress. You wanted to tell him to stop, but you couldn’t. You had promised it to him after all. When Paul parked his car at the motel, you were about to vomit. You really, really couldn’t do this. And so you stopped him just as he was about to unlock the door to the room where you were supposed to lose your virginity to him.
You were scared to tell him, and rightfully so. As soon as you had finished explaining, he started yelling. Calling you a frigid whore. You still remember how you thought that this didn’t make any sense. But that night you couldn’t laugh about it. You were shaking and crying when he drove off from the parking lot, leaving you sitting on the sidewalk. The rain starting to fall felt like punishment for your stupid decision. Though you weren't sure yet if your foolishness was to say no or to come here in the first place. Either way you were cold and wet and alone.
What were you supposed to do? You couldn’t call your mom. How would you explain to her that you were in front of a cheap motel instead of your friend Kelly’s house, where you told her you’d spend the night? You couldn’t call Kelly either, she was with Charlie and probably doing exactly what you had planned for tonight. Going through all your friends in your head, you didn’t come up with one name that you dared to tell the truth about what had happened. 
But then it didn’t matter anymore because a car stopped next to you and when the window rolled down you were ready to die of embarrassment. 
“Need a ride?” Walter’s face was hidden in the shadow of a tree, so you couldn’t make out whether he was hiding amusement or showing concern. It didn’t matter anyway. He was your only option to get away from this stupid place, so you nodded and got up. You hadn’t expected Walter to actually get out of the car, but he did. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and guided you to the passenger’s door that he held open for you. 
When he crawled back into the driver’s seat you finally could make out his handsome features. He didn’t look at you, his eyes were glued to the road. You noticed that he was clenching his jaw constantly, his muscles flexing, and the knuckles of his hands were white as he held the steering wheel in a murderous grip. Definitely concern. You were relieved about this. If there was one guy you really cared about what he was thinking about you, it was Walter, your older brother's best friend, the guy you had a crush on since forever. 
“Did that stupid asshole leave you there all alone?” His voice was shaky. He was mad. You nodded with a sniffle. “I’m going to kill him! Did he hurt you?” You were shaking your head, but Walter turned to look at you, his eyes piercing. “Use your words, Max! Did he hurt you? I need you to tell me!” 
You swallowed hard, trying to find your voice. “He didn’t.” It was a whisper but the tension in Walter’s face diminished a little, so you guessed he had heard you. “I told him that I don’t want to do this and he just got a little angry and left.”
Walter grunted through gritted teeth. “A little angry? Max, do you even hear yourself? You’ve got every right to say no and that bastard should have taken it like a man and accepted it. Fuck! I’m so mad, I want to rearrange his face.”
Walter’s anger somehow made you feel better. The way he was protective of you left a warm feeling in your chest. “I appreciate this, Walter, but there’s no need to. I told him to fuck off and never ever try to call me again.”
There wasn't really more to say and you were grateful to Walter for letting you sob in silence and not making this more embarrassing than it already was. 
But then he stopped at a crossing, looking at you. “Can I bring you home? Or do you want to go somewhere else?” His look was a lot softer than earlier, as he studied your face. “I know Charlie has taken Kelly to our cabin. Else I could have let you spend the night there. But you can sleep in my room if that's ok with you. I will take Charlie's. My parents are visiting friends for the weekend.”
The thought of spending the night in Walter's bed got your heart's pace to speed up again. It almost made you laugh. Isn't this what you had dreamt of for years? The crush you had on Walter never really faded, even after you had started dating other guys. But all of this wasn't even nearly the way you had imagined it so many times, laying in bed and picturing Walter's face. Yet, it was your best option right now and so you agreed. 
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Walter even asked you if he should change the bedding, but you shook your head firmly, hopefully not revealing how much you wanted to sink into those sheets that held Walter's scent. You were just finished changing for the night, fortunately you had packed a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, when Walter knocked on the door. After you answered with a yes, his curly head appeared in the door frame, glancing carefully into the room. 
“I brought you some water.” When he had checked that you were decent and comfortable with him in the room, he took a step forward and put the bottle on his nightstand. “If you need anything, I'm in Charlie's room.” He had already turned to leave, but then you heard yourself calling his name, not knowing what made you do it. And you couldn't believe your next words yourself either.
“Would you stay a little with me? I don't want to be alone.” 
Walter froze in his movements. A small eternity later, he turned to face you. “Are you sure?” 
Ignoring your racing heart, you nodded and rolled to the side of the bed, making space for him to join you.  
Walter moved carefully, almost as if he feared you would change your mind if he startled you. He crawled under the duvet with you and wrapped an arm over your shoulder, his hand stilling at the nape of your neck.
“Comfortable?” he asked you, and you couldn't get out more than a small yes. More comfortable than you had ever been in your life, you thought, but you would rather die than tell him that.
You lay in silence next to each other for what felt like hours, even though it probably wasn't more than a few minutes. Then you finally had gathered enough courage to speak.
“Thank you, Walter. I wouldn't have known what to do without you.” His fingers started to draw little circles over your skin. 
“No need to thank me. I'm glad I found you.” He was staring at you with an intensity that left you completely unable to form any word or even thought. So instead you raised your hand to his face and carefully traced the sharp line of his jaw with your fingers. 
Walter's lips parted ever so lightly, but it was the only sign it took for you. You leaned forward, your nose brushing over Walter's, his warm breath scraping over your skin. Without a second thought, you crossed the last little distance and your mouths found each other. Your heart skipped a beat as you felt his warm and soft lips against yours. This was better than everything you could have ever imagined. Walter parted his lips, inviting your tongue to explore and taste him. Butterflies were fluttering through your stomach, you felt like you were floating in midair, as his tongue started dancing with yours. 
Walter’s hands roamed over your back as he deepened the kiss even further. You moaned into his mouth. You had never felt like this. There was this strange tension building in your center that you had never experienced with someone else before and it was shooting straight to that point between your legs. You wanted him to touch you. You wanted his mouth on your skin. You wanted him. So bad. But Walter seemed to hold back. His kiss was not that urgent and consuming any more and his hands stopped whenever they were touching your skin, going back to your clothed shoulders. 
“Please, Walter!” you begged. Your own hands found their way under the hem of his shirt and as you brushed your fingers over his abs, he flinched, accompanied by a groan. You felt the soft tuft of hair that ran down from his stomach into the waistband of his pants. Damn, just minutes earlier you would have been sure that it would be gross to feel this. But now you were clenching your thighs together in an unsuccessful attempt to still your desire to feel something. He was everything you ever wanted and he lay here in your arms right now, grinding his hips against your thighs and pressing kisses onto your neck, making sure you felt how much he wanted this, he wanted you. 
You gladly noticed that his will to resist you crumbled under your touch. He pressed himself against you and you could feel what it did to him, feeling his cock hard against your soft thigh. 
Taking a deep breath, you gathered your courage and brushed your hand over his length, restrained by the fabric of his jeans. 
Walter answered your touch with a sharp breath followed by a grunt. “Fuck! Are you sure you want to do this?” His reaction made you insecure for a tiny moment, but the way he rutted into your palm gave you new courage. 
“I am.” You sounded confident, but Walter wasn't convinced yet. “Promise me that you will tell me if you want me to stop, Max!” You saw the tension in his face as he waited for your answer. Nodding wasn't enough for him, his eyebrows furrowed. “I promise,” you breathed finally. 
After he had heard you, Walter wasn't able to hold back anymore. He grinded his crotch up against you as his hands found their way under your shirt. When his fingertips brushed over your sides, electric shocks ran through your whole body. 
Frantically, both of you tried to remove each other's clothes. Your hands got tangled as you tried to unbutton Walter's jeans. He chuckled and then helped you with the task. 
You swallowed hard when you saw his erection hardly hidden in his boxer briefs. He was a lot. Definitely more than you had ever seen. Not that you were very experienced in the department of hard-ons, but it made you hesitate for a moment. 
Of course, Walter noticed. “Are you okay?” You nodded as you bit back your insecurities and gave him a determined yes. You reached for him, but Walter pushed your shoulders back onto the mattress. His body pressed you down while he was licking and sucking along your neck. Your shirt was in his way as he moved down your collarbone and he gave way just long enough for you to tug it over your head before his mouth was back nipping on your tender skin.
Walter's head sank lower, his face soon buried between your breasts. You felt his lips and tongue move over your chest, leaving a trail of wetness behind that made your skin prickle. 
When his mouth found its destination on one of your hardened nipples and he bit down on it, the sensation shot right to your core. You wouldn't have been able to suppress the lewd sound you made, even if you wanted to. His tongue lapped over the hard bud to soothe the ache but it only made you moan louder. Walter responded to the noises you made by grinding his cock against your thigh. 
All this felt incredibly good. Way better than everything you had ever felt with Paul. When Walter moved to your other breast and treated it in the same passionate way, you pushed the thought of your ex aside. In fact, you just stopped thinking at all and let your instincts take over. Your head fell back as you moaned loudly when Walter pinched your one nipple while sucking on the other. All this wasn’t enough, there was this need between your thighs that made you feel so desperate. Your hand wrapped around Walter's wrist and guided him firmly into your panties. 
“Oh, fuck!” he groaned when his fingers met the wetness that pooled between your legs. He ran his fingers along your slit a few times, gathering your arousal before he switched to rubbing circles around your clit. You bit your lip when he found just the right spot and pressure, only to curse when he left it way too soon. “No, please, this felt so good.” You weren’t even ashamed of begging. You just wanted to feel more of this. 
“Let me make it a little more comfortable?” Walter asked you as he tugged on the waistband of your panties. You lifted your hips and he made quick work of rolling your underwear down your legs. Your knees fell to the side, opening up for him. And Walter was eager to get back, his fingers now moving with even more skill through your folds and around your bundle of nerves. His mouth was back on yours now, kissing you hungrily, his tongue darting into your mouth and swirling around yours the same way as his fingers were now circling your entrance. 
You rolled your hips in response, showing him to move on, to finally give your aching pussy something to clench around. And Walter obeyed your silent pleas, pushing one of his fingers into you in a painfully slow movement. He was not just pumping into you, he was exploring you, inch by inch, feeling for every spot that evoked a reaction from you. And when he found what he was looking for, when you arched your back, crying out, he curled his lips into a smile and he added a second finger. You noticed the stretch, but it felt good, the way he pressed against your walls exactly where you wanted him.
Now he started to thrust his fingers into you in a steady rhythm. You moved your hips against him, fucking his fingers. Walter’s other hand held your jaw firmly as he devoured your mouth, swallowing all the sounds that wanted to pass your lips. You felt the tension building in your core, spreading through your body. “Please, I’m close!” you whimpered, Walter answered with increasing pressure against your sweet spot and you snapped. Waves of pleasure ran through your body. You were a shaking mess in Walter’s arms.
“Shush, I got you!” he whispered in your ear, pressing kisses along your neck. He held you close until your soul was finally back in your body. And you couldn’t help it, you weren’t able to suppress the stupid giggles. Walter grinned down at you. “What?” he just asked, with the smug confidence of someone who knew exactly what he had done to you. “This was good!” you told him with a wide smile.
You continued with kissing and hands roaming over each other’s bodies. But the hard cock pressing against you reminded you that Walter hadn’t gotten nearly the attention that you got from him until now and you really wanted to change this. You brushed a finger up his length until you were at the waistband of his boxers. Your thumbs dug into it and carefully pushed it down to free his cock. 
Your hand wrapped around his length and you found yourself surprised at how soft the skin felt over his hard flesh. Slowly you started to stroke him. Your thumb ghosted over the tip of his cock and Walter let out a sharp hiss in response. Your eyes shot up to him, fearing you had hurt him, but the expression on his face told you had done quite the opposite. He had his eyes closed and his lips parted and when your hand started moving up and down his length again, he bit down on his lower lip. Seeing him like this made you all weak in the knees and you drank in the sight of it. Your pumps got more hasty now in the attempt to make it feel better for him, but that made Walter’s hand reach for you and stop you. “Wait!” He immediately saw the panic flashing over your face and he tried to chase it off by kissing you softly. “It’s just a little too dry. But we can change this.” 
He had his hand already reaching out to his nightstand when you took it and guided it between your legs. “I know a place where it’s not too dry.” Walter cursed at your suggestion. His chest was heaving. “Baby, do you really want to do this?” His voice was deep and raspy. His constant check-ins half annoyed you, half melted your heart. “You already made me promise, Walter. If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t suggest it.” To make your point clear, you steered his fingers through your wet folds and he moaned as he felt the slick at your entrance. Walter swallowed and then moved to sit on his heels. “Okay then.” He couldn’t hide his nervousness in his shaky voice, and it was relieving to know that you were not alone with your excitement. He rummaged through the drawer of his bedside table until he held a condom and a bottle of lube in his hands. He rolled the condom over his dick and spread some lube over it. You watched him pumping his sheathed cock a few times, your heart almost breaking through your chest. So this was really happening.
Walter moved to settle between your legs, holding his weight on one elbow as his other hand guided the tip of his cock to your entrance. His eyes locked with yours, a last reassuring that you wanted him, and then you felt him enter you. The feeling took your breath away, it was overwhelming. You had expected to feel pain, but there was merely a small stinging that ebbed away immediately. Slowly Walter pushed deeper, until he was buried completely in you. He was looking at you with an expression you had never seen before. Something deep and vulnerable. His chest was heaving as he hovered over you. “Breathe!” he whispered and you obeyed, taking in a deep breath as Walter started to move. You whimpered as you felt him deep inside of you. “Does it hurt?” he asked you, concerned, but you just smiled. “No, it feels unfamiliar, but in a very good way. Keep going.” And so Walter started, retreating from you and thrusting back in. It was amazing, it made you scream, nothing had you prepared for feeling this way. It was heaven. And it must have been the same for Walter. He lost his rhythm, now slamming his hips desperately into you. You loved how vocal he was, grunting with every stroke. And then he threw back his head with a loud growl and you felt his hips shudder as he reached his climax. 
He pulled out of you, carefully, not to lose the condom. You felt empty without him and the kiss he pressed so firmly on your lips could barely make up for it. He held you in his arms as you both gasped for air. But when your breathing was almost back to normal, he left your side. “Just a minute. I need to take care of this.” He made a vague gesture toward his softening cock that was still covered by the condom.It took him only a minute until he was back in bed with you. “I’m sorry.” he said and you weren’t sure what he meant until his fingers were parting your lips and rubbing circles over your clit. “Let me make up for it, okay?” he asked you. You moaned but then held his hand in place. “You don’t have to do that, Walter.” you told him. And you meant it. All that you had felt with him tonight was better than you had ever imagined.“But I want to.” He resumed his ministrations between your legs. “I want you to feel good, too.” Another shaky breath later, you were able to answer him. “You already did that.” Walter smiled as he pressed a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Another one surely won’t hurt.”
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You were sitting in the kitchen, making up your mind how long it would take you to walk back home. Too long. But did you have any other choice? Just as you were about to get up and head back home, you heard keys in the door and a few seconds later, Walter’s little brother was standing in the room looking at you confused. 
“Hi Charlie! Would you please drive me home?” He blinked at you and scratched his head. “Do you want to talk about it?” he just asked, probably running through all the possible scenarios how you ended up at his home early in the morning. But fortunately, he let go of it as you shook your head. So you had at least a little part of dignity left in his presence until Walter had time to fill him in about his last night’s conquest.
That afternoon, you found Walter standing on your porch when you were on your way to meet Kelly. “Josh isn’t home,” you told him indifferently, not even slowing down as you passed him. You had ignored all his calls and the messages he had sent. You didn’t want him to feel obligated to talk to you. To act as if he cared. Seeing him wouldn’t change this. Though it made it impossibly hard. It was just unfair how handsome he was. And when you looked into his face, he almost appeared to be sad. But you knew better, he was just tired of you already. 
His hand wrapped around your wrist as he stepped in your way. “Maxine, stop acting like nothing had happened. We need to talk.” You rolled your eyes at him and tried to free from his grip. Walter let go of your hand with a sigh. 
“Don’t make this bigger as it was, Walter.” you told him, rubbing your wrist as if his touch had burnt your skin. “We’ve been having fun, that’s it. Can we go on with our lives now?” You couldn’t even convince yourself with your words, but that was never the plan. You had to keep Walter away from you. Getting your heart broken by him was more than you could bear, so you decided to run before it was too late. 
Walter was shouting after you as you stormed down the steps. “Let me take you on a date! Give me a chance, Max!” A heavy weight pooled in your stomach as you heard it. This was all you ever wanted. But you were way too scared to act on it. Just thinking of your night with him almost broke you. How would it be to have more precious moments with him and then losing it all? Because that’s what was supposed to happen. He’d go back to college and find someone else. In no way could he ever be truthfully interested in you.
You had to turn him down a few more times. Later you started ignoring him just completely. That didn’t stop him. He gave you his damn puppy eyes and tried to talk to you. So you started to be mean to him. You said stupid things you didn’t mean, just to keep him away. And after a while it worked. The looks he gave you had changed. They were filled with anger and frustration now. And soon you found yourself hating each other. Initially, you weren’t sure if you just pretended to feel so, but after a while you had convinced yourself that this was what you felt for him. You hated looking at his stupidly gorgeous face, you hated his voice, the jokes he made, the way he was strutting, as if the world belonged to him. You hated that all the girls lay at his feet, acting as if he hung the moon. You hated him.
And Walter hated you. His jokes always went against you. He mocked every one of your life decisions. He laughed about every single thing you did.
And then he moved away. And somehow it almost felt like you missed him. And that made you hate him even more.
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“I guess you never told Josh about that night?” Vicky smiled at you with amusement. She loved hearing about dramas like that. But you couldn’t be mad at her. It had been such a long time. It should be a funny story to tell by now. Yet, it still hurt to think about it. You never managed to get over that heartache. Well, that’s just how it is when your heart gets broken for the first time in your life, right?
“You know, you should have talked to him.” Vicky told you and you looked at her quizzically. “Who, Josh? No! He would have killed Walter. Or me. Probably both of us.” 
Vicky chuckled but shook her head. “Not Josh. Walter! You should have been honest with him about your feelings.”
You sighed. It wasn’t as if you had never thought about it. To be fair, you have asked yourself the same questions every day ever since. Should you have told him? Would it have been a bad idea to let him take you on a date? Would you two have had a chance? But it didn’t matter because you didn’t let him. And you would never know what could have been if you had decided differently back then, when you were eighteen and so much in love and so incredibly stupid.
Your sister-in-law watched you with narrowed eyes as you sat there thinking about your past with Walter. “It doesn’t matter, Vicky. We’re not teenagers anymore. It’s too late for that now.” 
But she shook her head. “It’s never too late. He’s here. You can tell him now.”  
A ridiculous voice in your head told you that she was right. That all it took was to take a step towards him and see what would happen. But you shook it off.
Part 2
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lainiespicewrites · 4 months
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So I’m tagging everyone that’s on the tag list for Coach Sy in this! Just because I’m not sure who all my mutuals are yet. Or how else to get this out there to the people I think are actually wanting to read my Walter story 😂🥲 Anyway! I just wanted to get some feedback! You totally don’t have to answer or say anything or interact at all obviously. Because you’re human and you all have free will! But …I’m rambling because I’m nervous …wow I really am turning into my self insert characters …or I write myself well…and I’m deflecting
Okay getting to my point! I’ve started my Walter story (literally have not even introduced him yet and I’m already panicking and doubting myself) but what I’ve realized is that because Walter is a comfort character to me. Because he is a police officer. And how his whole job is safety, I’ve been using this story as like a form of therapy? And started to recount my own Sexual assault and have been sort of trauma dumping into this story. Which has been a great release.
Night hunter the movie is super heavy. We all made a conscious choice to watch it. Some of us just because Henry is in it though. And might not like heavy triggering content like that. Others like myself. Might oddly find comfort in intense films like that. What I’m trying to say or ask is. Is this a theme you guys are okay with reading? It’s a lot different from coach Sy obviously which is healing in a different way because it’s so soft and sweet and comforting. And Walt will be too but. I just have to get the trauma out. Either way I think I’m gonna finish the story. But what I’m asking is do you guys want me to post it …or rework something else for Walter?
I’m not gonna be offended! I understand it! I’m totally okay with putting that out there because it helps me. And I know that if it helps me it’s very likely someone could connect with it and help others. I just didn’t realize that I was ready to pretty much tell the exact situation in a story. Sorry this is such a heavy subject guys. I love writing and I love that it brings us together and that we all can connect over someone that we love and brings us joy and comfort!
That’s kinda how I stumbled so hard into Henry! I knew of him but I hadn’t seen much of his stuff. But I saw him in Enola Holmes and (well first of all he looked damn good) but he was so big and something about him felt safe and protective. I’ve kind of hidden in that for a while.
Wow didn’t mean to get all emotional! But that’s tumblr! Thank you guys for all the love! Again you don’t have to say anything! If I don’t get too many responses I’ll probably just post it and see what the response is! I honestly love the little fan club i feel like I’ve gained here! You guys are awesome!!! ❤️🥰
Leave a comment, or reblog that’s totally fine, or if you’re more comfortable messaging me my dms always open! I just wanna make sure we’re all comfortable and safe here obviously I’d use tigger warnings and stuff but I also don’t want to post it if the majority of people won’t be comfortable. 💕
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