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[holylulusworld]

Big grumpy bear – Valentine’s Day snippet

Summary: He’s grumpy. You are sweet. A match made in heaven.

Pairing: Alpha!Walter Marshall x OmegaReader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, grumpy alpha, tooth-rooting fluff, pregnant reader, overprotective alpha

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“Watch where you are going,” Walter growls at a man almost bumping into your shopping cart. He glares at the man, ready to rip him apart. “You almost bumped into my—” He gasps as you are nowhere to be found. Only the shopping cart remains in its place.

“What do you want from me?” The other alpha barks. He’s wincing at his reaction, suddenly realizing he’s going to have a face-off with a tall and bulgy man like Walter.

“Walter? Alpha,” you round the shelf, two more pillows and a new blanket in your arms.

“Y/N,” your alpha immediately turns around to take the pillows and blanket out of your arms. “Where have you been? We want to have a look at the blankets together.”

“I wanted to grab them so we can leave and go back home,” you pucker your lips and place your hand on his firm chest, feeling your alpha up. “I’m a little tired and want to cuddle with my alpha.”

He hums as you rub his chest to calm him. “You got bigger again.” Walter’s eyes drop to your middle and your belly. “How are my baby boy and baby girl today?”

“They are excited because their daddy has a few days off and will spend them with us,” you smile at your alpha. “And we are hungry.”

“Good thing I have something planned for today,” he wraps his strong arm around your shoulders. “Let me get you home and feed my hungry fiancé and our babies.”

“I want to help you, Walter,” you pout and whine. “I feel good. The doctor said everything was fine with the babies. I can help you with the dishes, or maybe make a salad. I want to gift something to you too.”

Walter cocks a brow. “Please sit here and relax. It’s Valentine’s Day and you already gave me the greatest gift,” he cups your face with both hands and pecks your lips. “You agreed to marry me and have my babies.”

“I love having your babies,” you smile against his lips. “I dreamed of becoming your mate and wife. It’s the greatest gift to me to have you in my life.”

“Give me ten minutes to finish dinner. We can eat together, and I’ll rub your back or belly. I got a gift for you too.” You grin as Walter makes his way toward the kitchen.

He turned out to be an attentive and caring alpha. Walter is not only a protector but a sweet man too. The alpha is strong and determined, but soft at the same time. “I’ll be waiting for you then.”

You look around the living room, smiling to yourself. Walter lit candles and put rose petals on the table. “Do you like the scented candle?” He calls from the kitchen. “The girl at the store said it’s good for a pregnant woman. The scent helps you relax.”

This time, you giggle. “It’s a pleasant scent.”

“Good, that’s good,” he walks back inside the room, carrying two plates. “I hope you like it. I tried to make your favorite dish. Chicken parmesan.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet of you,” you coo. “I can’t believe you cooked for me.” You sniffle and whimper. The hormones are getting you good today. “It smells delicious, Walter.”

“No crying, Y/N,” he places the plates on the table and immediately presses a soft kiss on your forehead. “I hope it tastes good too.”

“I’m sure it will,” you watch Walter sit next to you. He nervously looks at his plate. Your alpha loves your food, but today he wanted to do something special for you. “Relax.”

You sink your fork into the food, humming as you lift it to your mouth. “And?” He watches you take the first bite. “How is it?”

“Perfect!” You lie. It lacks salt, and the chicken is overcooked, but Walter did his best and tried to make this Valentine’s Day special. “It tastes great.”

Walter can’t take his eyes off you. He scoots closer to place his hand on your belly. “I’m so glad you decided to take care of your grumpy alpha. If not, I’d never be so happy.”

You sigh and lean your head against Walter’s shoulder. “I had to make sure you are always well fed. How could I not take care of my favorite grumpy alpha?”

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[ellethespaceunicorn]

The Howling of Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Five

Chapter Five: A Biting Truth

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors – DNI

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

Chapter Summary: You and Walter talk about some things, you listen to a voicemail, and then talk a little more.

Warnings: anxiety, fluffy moments, mentioned smut, a lot of shirtlessness in this chapter, spicy late-night texting (not sexting technically)

A/N: Thank you all for being hella patient with me as I worked on my mental health. It has only been a month but I feel tons better already. I hope you enjoy this one. A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this. 

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The tension in your muscles wakes you up. You had quite a night but you weren’t exactly upset about it. Stretching out your arms, you reach over to find the space next to you is empty and cold.

The last time you checked, there was a sleeping werewolf in bed with you. Now, there is just a wrinkled set of bedding that only serves to get your brain working double-time.

Did he leave? Were you too much for him? Did he change his mind about needing to care for you?

You pull the covers off you and sit up only to feel light-headed. Your senses dull and return to you tenfold, the smell of coffee invading your nostrils and giving you hope. 

You tiptoe out of bed and head to the bathroom to freshen up. Splashing water on your face, brushing your teeth, and doing something quick with your hair has you feeling a bit better about the sight that first greeted you in the mirror. You tiptoe back into your bedroom and pull on some sleep shorts, an old t-shirt, and a pair of fuzzy socks.

This totally looks like I just ‘woke up like this’, you think to yourself.

Making your way downstairs, you are greeted at the bottom of the stairs by a shirtless Walter holding a fresh mug of coffee in one hand. He hands you the mug and kisses your forehead.

“Bacon and eggs are almost ready. I hope you don’t mind me raiding your fridge. I was starved and I figured you would be too. And there is more coffee where that came from,” he says, smiling down at your surprised face.

You suddenly smell the bacon and your stomach grumbles, as if on cue. Walter laughs and ushers you to sit down at your dining table. He soon brings out two plates of scrambled eggs with cheese alongside bacon. Setting your plate in front of you, he takes your mug and refreshes your coffee and you enjoy the view of his ample ass as he walks away.

Once seated again, Walter opens up to you. “I’d like you to know a couple of things about me. Maybe should have told you these before we… you know. But, better late than never, right?”

You nod silently while picking up a slice of bacon and taking a bite to keep your mouth occupied.

“Right, well. I have a daughter and an ex-wife. They’re with my old pack. Faye, that’s my daughter. I miss her so much. We talk on the phone every week but I know her first shift is coming soon. I can feel it. Angie, her mother, and my ex-wife takes great care of her. I know that. But I wish I could do more. I had to leave the pack, though, because I disagreed with the Alpha. Well, less of a disagreement and more of a fight where I almost killed him. I didn’t want to kill him so instead I left. My best friend Jace, another pack member, is keeping an eye on Faye and Ang,” he peeks up at your eyes for a moment before continuing, “I just didn’t want to keep that from you. You deserve to know what you’re getting involved with.” He sits back and looks into your eyes for some kind of acceptance.

You reach over the table, putting your hand in Walter’s before speaking up. “Thank you for telling me, Wolfie. I appreciate you bringing me in on what you’re dealing with. It can’t be easy missing your daughter like that,” you reassure him, knowing that it’s your turn to open up, “I told you a bit about my ex-fiance, James Syverson, but you should probably know that I was the one who broke off our engagement.”

Walter nods for you to continue.

“Our relationship was always pretty fast. We got together while he was home for a bit from active duty. And then, we were making plans to get married. I wasn’t upset about that because I thought he was ‘my Sy’, ya know? But then, everything came crashing down right before he was deployed again. He wanted to get me pregnant so badly. I wasn’t ready to be all alone with this little life inside of me that wouldn’t know their father until he came home.” 

Bad manners be damned, you pick up another slice of bacon and chew while you speak, “We just couldn’t see eye to eye on that and in the end, I gave him back his ring and told him that I didn’t want to be an Army wife and have our kids be without a father for the most part. I broke up with him just before he deployed and I still feel awful about it. But, I mean, he did expect me to fall in line and I’m just not a soldier. I had my own plans for how things were supposed to go and it was much slower than what he had in mind. That being said, it’s kind of funny that I met a werewolf less than a year later and after one night, he may have gotten me pregnant. Not exactly in my plans, but for some reason, I’m not afraid to see what happens. And that is new for me so all I ask for is a little patience.”

You sit back in your chair, looking down at your plate, half-eaten and surely cold by now. You feel overwhelmed after talking about Sy, you still feel like shit for not giving him what he wanted. For so long, you thought he was your everything. You wanted to make him happy, but you chose your own happiness in the end. And that had been the hardest decision that you had ever made.

You are still in your head when you register Walter kneeling at the side of your chair and turning you face him before he speaks to you. “Tell me what you need.”

You look down at him and smile, his bright eyes are focused on you and his hands are soothing at your waist. You reach your hands to his face, cradling his bearded jaw before leaning forward and kissing him sweetly. You lean your forehead against his and sigh.

“I just need you, Wolfie.”

“You’ve got me. I’m not going anywhere, Pup.” He pulls you from your chair and into his lap so you wrap your arms and legs around him. Holding you tight to his chest, he shifts to sit cross-legged. You enjoy caressing his back while he sighs and kisses your neck. You can’t stop the mewl that escapes your lips at his tender touch.

You pull back and look into each other’s eyes, smiling and wondering if the other is thinking the same thing. 

Walter looks at his watch, looking back up to you with hopeful eyes. “I have about an hour before I need to get home and changed for work. How long do you have?”

“I don’t have to be in til 1. We’ve got time,” you offer, tangling a hand in his unruly curls.

Walter stands, holding onto you like a koala bear as he walks to and up the stairs. Getting to your bedroom, he sits down and lays back so you straddle his hips. As you lean up, taking off your shirt, his hands settle on your hips. You can feel how aroused you are for him as he guides your hips to glide over his clothed, yet hardening length.

And that is when your phone decides to ring.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” “Are you serious?” You both speak at the same time and can’t help but laugh.

You reach over to your nightstand for your phone, picking it up to see Olivia’s smiling face greeting you. You answer it and sit back in Walter’s lap.

“Hey, Liv. What’s up?” You put a finger to your lips and Walter nods so you slowly grind your hips into his. Watching his brows furrow as you give him just enough friction to enjoy himself.

“Hey, girl. I was just checking up on you. You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just taking it day by day, you know?” You place a hand on Walter’s abs and glide your fingers through his chest hair. Apparently, he is ticklish and he chuckles despite trying to be quiet.

“Girl...is that your mystery man? Tell him I said hey.”

“Olivia says hey, Walter,” you announce, to which he replies: “Hi, Liv.”

“Well, I won’t keep you. You enjoy yourself, girl. Lord knows you needed it. If he has any cute friends, keep me posted. Talk to you later. Bye, Walter!” 

“Bye,” You hang up, tossing your phone back on the nightstand before leaning forward to kiss the grin off of Walter’s face, “Now, where were we?”

He grips your hips and turns you both so he is on top. “I think we were right about here,” he coos, sitting back on his heels and pulling your shorts off, your socks following after. Keeping his jeans on, he slides them just slightly down his thighs.

He takes his time with you, listening to your body telling him what you need. He licks and nips at your neck. Grabbing at your legs, he pushes them back so he can go deeper. He holds on tight to his own orgasm until you have had two of your own. The only sounds in the room are his groans, your moans, and your shared breathing.

Once finished, you lay in bed cuddling until Walter checks his watch again and grumbles to himself. You watch as he gets out of bed and pulls his jeans back up. Grabbing a robe, you follow him down to your living room as he gathers the rest of his clothing.

He puts on his coat and turns to you, unsurprised that you are still watching him. He makes you promise to call him tonight after work. Leaning down, he pecks your lips and retreats a bit before you pull him back in for a steamier kiss. He smiles into it and you smile back.

You see him out and giggle again as you see that he actually did park on your lawn last night. He grimaces and ducks his head but you just scratch behind his ear and he is all smiles again. You watch until he is out of eyesight and then close the door so you can get ready for work.

Work is grueling for the first few hours. Well, one might say grueling, another might say it makes time go by faster. All you know is that you could use a break. Even though you quit smoking, you did miss the built-in ‘breaks’ that habit came with.

Once you sit in your car, you feel the stress of the last four hours ease off your shoulders. Though it lurks outside your car window, ready to jump back in place when you exit.

You scroll through your phone, replying to various emails and checking in with Liv. A notification pops up as a reminder to check your voicemail. Right, Sy had called and left you a message a day ago but you hadn’t opened it yet.

You navigate to the Phone icon, then to voicemail to see Sy’s unread alert. Pressing on the voicemail, you raise the phone to your ear and the message starts.

“Hey, Bug, it’s Sy...but of course, you knew that already. Caller ID, amirite? Anyway, uh, just wanted...wanted to say it was good seeing you today. Yer looking...good. Healthy. Jesus, I swear you’d think I was leaving a damn voicemail for the Queen or something. You remember you used to call me smooth, right? Not anymore, damnit. I just wanted to check in with you, ‘cause I went and got into a scuffle with a wolf out there in the woods. I’m fine, don’t you worry none. He got a couple nips in. But I got him right in the gut. The big bastard should be feeling that for the next few days at least. Hopefully, soon, we can put this wolf business behind us all. That’s all I had to say, I’m getting tired and you’re probably already in bed as it is. This damn message is getting too long, I think. Talk soon, bye now.”

You pulled the phone away from your ear and pressed the button to repeat the voicemail. Yeah, you heard that correctly. Turns out Sy is the one who shot Walter.

And just to make this even a bit more complicated, Walter may have gone and given Sy a bite. A bite that may or may not turn him into a werewolf.

You sit in the driver’s seat and debate just driving home for the day, but you pull up your big girl panties and force yourself to finish your shift. You clocked out and changed before anyone knew what hit them, all but running back to your car to make it home. 

Your thoughts run from Sy to Walter and back again so many times, who do you call first? Your ex, who may be struggling through turning right now, OR your boyfriend who doesn’t yet know anything is wrong. Right.

Turning on your car, you let the heat warm up the vehicle while you turn back to your phone. Hitting Sy’s contact, your phone starts to dial him. Three rings and you were just about on the verge of driving out to his house when he picked up.

“Hmph...’lo?” Sy’s sleepy voice sounds downright melodious.

“Oh, my God. Sy, are you ok? I am so sorry I didn’t get your message until now and I had to make sure you were o–“

Sy cuts you off in his confusion. “Bug, it’s...after midnight. You just leaving work?”

“Yeeeeeah, shit. I am so sorry. I just had to make sure you were ok. Getting into fights with wolves and all that, ya know?” The heat permeating your face was enough to make you wish the Earth swallowed you up.

“Wouldn’t say I got into a fight with him. More like, he whooped my ass and I had to shoot him,” he snorts, clearing his throat before speaking again, “Go ‘head and drive home. We can talk while you drive. So you know I’m safe, and I know you’re safe.”

“Yeah, got it,” you pushed the Bluetooth button to take over the call so you could drive and talk at the same time.

The short drive from work to home was just long enough for Sy to reassure you that he was feeling just fine. You made him send you a picture of his bite after you got off the phone. You shouldn’t have been surprised that he would send a fully shirtless pic of him in bed, barely zooming in on the wound on his hip. He looks really good.

The wound looks really good, you shut down whatever your brain decided to get stuck on and ask him for another closer pic. 

At least this time, you can only see half of his six-pack and much less of his happy trail. Thank God for small favors. You can see bruising around the bite, but it looks like it barely broke the skin. What does this mean for a werewolf bite? Who knows. But at least, he—the bite looks good.

You text him to keep you posted if he starts to feel feverish or anything, you can remember from movies and television that werewolves tend to feel feverish when they are changing. Is that accurate? Again, who knows?

But, you know who would know?

You respond with a wink face when Sy thanks you for checking up on him. He responds with his signature kissing heart wink face and you refuse to put any more thought into that shirtless man tonight. You shake your head and exit the messaging app to make a call.

One ring and he picks up, “Hey, Pup. You make it home ok? Just thought you were gonna call a bit ago.”

“Hi, Wolfie. Yeah, I made it home ok, baby. I just had quite a night and had to check in on a friend. I…had to check in on James. Seems you two have met. Uh, there’s no easy way to say this, baby–”

“Slow down, just start from the beginning.” Walter’s calm voice cuts you off and you just blurt everything out.

“You may have turned my ex into a werewolf. You bit him, and he shot you. So, can we freak out now or did you have a better time in mind?” You close your eyes, not sure what you were expecting him to say.

“Now is good, I think.”

Ok, I guess you could have predicted that.

To be continued...

A/N: Very sorry that this took about a month to get out, but my mental health was declining and I had to work on a few things.

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[adriennebarnes]

Grovel

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Walter begs Y/N for forgiveness after something that will test their relationship happens

Warnings: CHEATING, angst, spelling and grammar mistakes

A/N: based on April Jai’s unreleased song “Grovel”, I have no idea when it will be released but I can't wait for the song. This also doesn't follow Night Hunter/NOMIS canon, Walter is 40, Y/N is 32

Walter Marshall thought that after his divorce with Angie, he was not going to find someone else. He believed he came with a lot of baggage because he is a homicide detective, that was until he met Y/N, a nurse.

Y/N was the one that treated Walter's bullet wound when he was on the Simon case and when he sees her in a bar a month later, they hit it off and went on 5 dates before Walter decided to ask her to be his girlfriend.

5 years later, they are still together and Y/N has moved into Walter's house and they are so happy and in love.

Until tonight.

It all started 3 days ago, it was 4 in the afternoon and Y/N was getting out of the hospital. Her car was in the shop and Walter said that he would gladly drop her off and pick her up. 10 minutes later, Walter picked her up.

"Hello, darling, how was your shift today?" Walter asked, pulling out of the hospital parking lot.

"It was good, a little tiring, but nothing a cuban coffee can't fix. How was your day, Oso?" Y/N asked.

"Stressful as fuck." Walter muttered.

"You're still on that case?" Y/N asked.

"Yes. We have no leads, it is like this guy is always three steps ahead and its pissing me the fuck off." Walter huffed out. Y/N took his hand in hers and rubbed her thumb over his hand in an attept to soothe him.

"You'll get this guy, i'm sure of it." Y/N said.

When they got home, Y/N saw the folders, clue board, everything that Walter had in his office at the police department was in his living room.

"You're working from home?" Y/N asked.

"I figured it would be better to focus all my attention on this case so I brought some of the files home, i hope that's okay." Walter said, sitting down at the table to look over things he might have missed with this case.

“Yeah it’s fine, Oso, that’s your job. Just don’t work too hard, okay? Sleep is not for the weak.” Y/N says.

“I know, love, I won’t turn into a zombie.” Walter said and they kissed.

Which brings us to tonight, Y/N took an Uber home because Walter’s phone was turned off. When Y/N entered the house, she found Walter drinking coffee in the living room, the same way she left him this morning and the day before.

“How was your day, Walter?” Y/N asked. Walter ignored her, writing notes on the case. “Well, my day was good, I worked with some of the pediatric patients, el día fue súper leve.”

“Y/N, I’m trying to work here.” Walter said.

“I see that, but you haven’t moved from this spot. Have you eaten? La estufa sigue igual de limpio, have you been living off coffee?” Y/N asked. Walter stayed silent. “Okay, fine, did you buy what I asked you to get?”

“You said I haven’t moved from this spot so clearly I haven’t gotten what you asked for.” Walter snapped, looking up from the table.

“No me hables así, eh, ni siquiera mi papá le habla así a mi mamá, Don’t try me, Walter.” Y/N said as she walked to the kitchen.

“Ugh, even Angie wasn’t such a bitch.” Walter muttered and Y/N stopped to turn around.

“You know what, you’re stressed, you haven’t eaten, you’re probably sleep deprived, let me just cook and we can talk after you take a nap, okay.” Y/N said but Walter then slammed his hands on the table.

“I am not a child, Y/N, you don’t have to smother me, and you are most certainly not my wife so stop acting like it.” Walter raised his voice and Y/N widened her eyes.

“I May not be your wife but I am your girlfriend, and I deserve to be respected, Walter.” Y/N said.

“I am not going to sit here and be nagged by you, I’m going out.” Walter huffed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Y/N shouted.

“Out! Are you having trouble hearing me more than usual?” Walter asked as he left the house, closing the door behind him.

“Ugh, me encabrona!” Y/N shouted. This was their first big fight. Y/N calmed down a little and she wanted to cry because she just drove her boyfriend out of his house.

Walter sat in his truck to calm down a little. “FUCK!” Walter shouted, hitting his steering wheel. He drove somewhere he thought he would stop visiting after Faye went away to college; Angie’s house.

Walter rang her doorbell and Angie opened the door in Jeans and a sweater.

“Walter? What are you doing here? Faye doesn’t come back until spring break.” Angie said.

“I know, I came to talk to you.” Walter said.

“You should have called, this isn’t a good time.” Angie said.

“I think I messed things up with Y/N.” Walter said. Angie sighed and moved out of the way so Walter can come in. Angie walked to the couch and patted on the empty space next to her.

“Tell me everything. Y/N seems very sweet, kinda young, but she’s a good person, what the hell did you do?” Angie asked him

“I’ve been too focused on this case that i forgot to pick her up from her job since they are working on her car, I yelled at her, basically called her a bitch, and disrespected her. She just wanted to to take care of me, to stop me from getting burnout, and I yelled at her and disrespected her. Saying that she should stop acting like she’s my wife.” Walter said. His eyes were tearing up.

“Wow, that’s a lot to unpack.” Angie said.

“Why did we get a divorce, Angie?” Walter asked.

Why are you asking me that?” Angie asked.

“Was it me? Was I the problem?” Walter asked. Angie looked at him, saw that Walter looked practically broken.

“Listen, Walter, we got married in our early 20s. We were young, we weren’t going to last anyway. You tried your hardest to make me happy, and i was happy with you for a while. You are a great father to Faye, you put your all in our relationship, but you are also a workaholic.” Angie said softly. “It’s not a bad thing, you’re a cop, someone has to get the bad guys, right? I couldn’t handle that because I’m not used to it. But Y/N is a nurse, right? A nurse and a cop, what could be better than that? She knows the heavy workload you have because she has the same.”

“So what you’re saying it that I pushed away the one person who could possibly understand me.” Walter said.

“Sorta. You shouldn’t have yelled at her, she was just trying to get you to relax and eat, God knows how much I tried to get you to eat back when you were still on the SWAT Team.” Angie said.

“My job is stressful, Angie, you know that.” Walter said.

“And so does she. I’m sure you’ll make it right.” Angie said. Then Walter’s stomach growled and bleh of them laughed.

“Yeah, Y/N wasn’t lying when she said I was living off coffee, do you have anything to eat?” Walter asked.

“I Can order us takeout. You want Chinese, Italian, or Latin food?” Angie asked, holding out the menus she keeps in a kitchen drawer.

“Latin food.” Walter said, already missing Y/N’s cooking.

“You got it, detective.” Angie said.

While Y/N was drinking wine, eating ice cream, and watching movies that make her cry (for me it’s how to train your dragon, Beethoven, elemental, I’m a sensitive and emotion person, okay), Walter was getting nostalgic with Angie, eating and drinking.

"Remember that time you stayed up with me for a case when I just started working as a homicide detective?" Walter asked, eating a piece of chicken with his rice.

"Oh my god, yes, I was so tired, I think I crashed around 4am, I was exhausted at work." Angie said.

"I told you that you didn't have to stay up, but you were so stubborn and made us coffee after you put Faye to bed." Walter said.

"I had to support my husband." Angie said, taking a sip of wine.

More time went on, they finished the bottle of wine, and one thing led to another, Walter kissed Angie.

Y/N saw that the time was 10pm and Walter still hasn't come home yet. She got off the couch and unlocked her phone to call Walter, it went to voicemail after a few rings.

"Hey Oso, please come back home. We both have said some things, you mostly, but I really want to talk about this, I'm sorry if I nag you, that is not my intention, I just love you so much and I want you to take care of yourself, bye." Y/N left the voicemail and went to the bedroom she shared with Walter and Walter and Angie were too busy undressing each other on their way to her bedroom to notice his phone vibrating on the kitchen counter.

Walter lied awake in bed, with Angie by his side, Angie was asleep, both were naked.

"What have I done?" Walter wondered out loud in a whisper. He tried to sleep but every time he closed his eyes, he just sees what happened with Angie.

It was 8 in the morning and Y/N did not have to go in for work. She went downstairs and Walter still wasn't back home. Meanwhile Walter was putting his clothes back on.

"This never should have happened." Walter stated, zipping up his pants.

"You think I'm thrilled we slept together? I'm married! I'm just happy he has a business trip in Boston." Angie said, putting on her bathrobe.

"Where is my phone?" Walter asked, looking throgh her bedroom.

"It's probably downstairs on the kitchen counter. Have a safe trip home, make up with Y/N, I'll see you when Faye comes back." Angie said. Walter went downstairs and turned on his phone. He saw a voicemail from Y/N. He played the voicemail and his eyes strated tearing up.

"I am such a wanker." Walter muttered. He walked out of the house and got into his truck to go back home. He saw Y/N’s car in the driveway. He spent a few mintues in his truck crying, thinking about how he should tell Y/N. Its worse if she finds out later so it is better to be truthful now. He got out of the car, walked into the house and saw Y/N making pancakes.

"Oso, you're back!" Y/N exclaimed, leaving the mixing bowl on the counter and walked over to him, pulling him into a hug. "Listen, I promise not to 'nag' you as much if you promise to take care of yourself. I am not trying to smother you, I just don't want you to burn yourself out, okay?" Y/N pulled away from the hug and saw that Walter's eyes were red. "Hey, whats wrong?" Y/N asked, she was about to wipe his tears when Walter took her hands in his and pushed them away.

"We need to talk." Walter said.

"Okay, can it wait?" Y/N asked.

"No, it can't." Walter said. Y/N looked at him, his face was serious. She nodded and took off her apron, followed Walter into the living room and sat on the couch. Walter had her hands in his. "Something happened when i left. But I'm letting you know now that it meant nothing and that I completely regret it."

"Walter, you're scaring me, what did you do?" Y/N asked, her voice breaking as her eyes became glassy.

"I drove to Angie's house. I need clarity, I just fought with you and I know i messed up really bad but I didn't know if it would have been the end. I asked Angie why we got divorced, I asked if it was the problem with our argument." Walter said, carefully looking at Y/N's reactions to his words. "She came to the conclusion that you and I are perfect for each other and that I should be more open to accepting your help, that I was pushing you away. We were reliving our good moments, we were eating drinking, and then we..." Walter was cut off by Y/N putting her hand up.

"You slept with your ex wife?" Y/N asked.

"Yes.” Walter admitted.

“You slept with your ex-wife after she told you that you and I were practically perfect for each other?” Y/N asked again.

“Yes.” Walter whispered. Y/N nodded and took her hands out of Walter’s, she walked to the kitchen and Walter trailed behind her. He observed how she picked up the mixing bowl and continued to mix the batter before turning on the stove and pouring the mix with a ladle onto the pan. “Say something, anything.” Walter said. Y/N remained silent until she finished making pancakes and the mixing bowl was empty.

“You wanna know what I did when you left me on our home? I cried because I had no idea where you were going. I was drinking wine and purposely watching movies that I know will make me cry because you were gone for hours and did send me a text to let me know you were alright. We never had a fight like this, Walter, Never, in our 5 years of dating. And the first thing you do is go to your ex-wife’s house? After you told me that Angie wasn’t as much as a bitch as I was? Do you see how messed up that is?” Y/N asked Walter with tears in her eyes.

“It didn’t mean anything, Y/N, I swear.” Walter said.

“Oh please Walter, you guys were married for what, 9 years? You loved each other, Walter. Maybe you still love each other, I don’t know. What I do know is that feelings were involved, Walter. It’s is different than sleeping with a random woman, which I would still be angry about by the way. You cheating on me with Angie is much worse than a random hookup.” Y/N explained, trying to hold on her tears.

“It was a mistake, Y/N, we were drunk.” Walter said.

“Oh, you were drunk, I guess that makes it better, then.” Y/N commented sarcastically. Me vale madre if you were drunk or not, we were still together.” Y/N said.

“I can make it better, please. I’m sorry I hurt you, I shouldn’t have left you, it was bad judgment on my part.” Walter said, he was going to wrap his arm around her when Y/N moved away.

“Now is not the time Walter.” Y/N said.

“What happened to Oso?” Walter asked.

“You lost that nickname the minute you slept with Angie. The worst part about ALL OF THIS is that you needed her to tell you that we were perfect for each other. You needed confirmation from another person, you couldn’t just take my word for it. You didn’t want me to smother you? Well congratulations, Walter, I won’t be here to smother you anymore.” Y/N said, walking upstairs, Walter following suit. He saw her pull out a suitcase, she was packing.

“No, please don’t leave me, we have to talk about this, please.” Walter said. Y/N looked up to see Walter’s eyes, his once bright blue eyes were now dull.

“Fine, you want to talk, let’s talk. How was your night with Angie?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t understand.” Walter said.

“Then let me help you understand. While I was home watching movies, you were fücking Angie in her house, how was she in bed? Is that clear enough?” Y/N asked kinda aggressively.

“I can’t answer that.” Walter stated.

“You’re the one who wanted to talk.” Y/N reminded him.

“It was different, you and I have always made love, Y/N. Angie was nothing compared to what we have.” Walter said. Y/N got closer to Walter.

“Had, Walter.” Y/N said, she finished packing her suitcase with her clothes, towels, and toiletries. She got the suitcase and started walking downstair, opening the front door, Walter trailed behind her. “You finally did it, Walter, you pushed me away, I hope you’re happy.” Y/N gave Walter his key back.

“What can I do to fix this? Fix us?” Walter asked.

“I just need time. I can’t sleep in the same bed with you or stay in the same house with you knowing that if we have another fight, you’d go to Angie, that you slept with Angie. The day I moved in, you promised me that you’d never hurt me and I believed you, guess we were both wrong.” Y/N said. She left and closed the door. Walter immediately broke down crying on the floor, he messed up big time.

Y/N entered her car and called one of her friends from the hospital.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up, how’s your weekend?” Her friend asked.

“Hey Blair, um, I was wondering if I can stay at your house for a few days or a few weeks.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, babe, stay with me as long as you need, okay? You sound like you’ve been through it. Go over to my house, I’ll call Seth and let him know, okay. Love you, bye." Blair hung up and Y/N but Blair's address on her phone and drove to her house. She saw Blair's husband, Seth, outside the house with the door open, along with two kids playing in the front yard with a cavalier king charles spaniel. Y/N parked her car in the driveway and got out.

"Y/N, its so nice to meet you, you need any help with your bag?" Seth asked.

"No, its fine, I got it." Y/N said. "How old are they?" Y/N asked Seth, entering the house.

"7 and 4. The dog is 2. We don't have the guest room set up so you will have to sleep on the couch tonight, is that alright?" Seth asked.

"Of course, I’m intruding. I will help with dinner and cleaning.” Y/N said.

“Sounds like a deal.” Seth said

Walter has been throwing himself into work since she left 4 days ago. Whenever there was an interrogation and the suspect would get testy, Walter took out all his anger on them. However, Commissioner Harper has had enough of Walter’s anger issues.

“Marshall, you can’t keep hulking out on the suspects/perps, we’ll get nowhere. Go home, you’re not coming back until you fix whatever problem you have going on.” Harper said. Walter huffed and walked out.

When he made it home and saw the picture of him and Y/N together, he decided it was time to get her back. He got in his truck, bought her favorite flowers, and went to the hospital she worked at. He got out of the truck and entered the hospital lobby.

“Hi, I’m Walter Marshall, I’m here to see Y/N L/N, she’s a nurse.” Walter said.

“Do you know what floor she’s working on?” The receptionist asked.

“Can’t you check?” Walter asked.

“She’s assigned to me 9th floor, here’s your visitor pass.” The receptionist said and Walter thanked her. He saw that a lot of people were waiting for the elevator so he decided to take the stairs. Luckily for him, this was light work compared to his SWAT training. He stopped at the 9th floor and walked to the nurse station.

“Hello, can I…oh it’s you.”

“Nice to see you too, Blair. Do you know where Y/N is?” Walter asked, lowkey out of breath,

“Why would I tell you? She’s devastated over his things ended.” Blair said.

“That’s why I’m here, to make things right. Where is she?” Walter asked again.

“She’s getting a translator from the supply closet.” Blair answered, pointing towards the door and Walter thanked her. He opened the door and saw Y/N in her light blue scrubs, her hair (down, braided, in a ponytail, up to you!), he closed the door and Y/N turned around.

“Walter, what are you doing here?” Y/N asked. Walter saw that Y/N had dark circles under her eyes, Y/N noticed the same thing about Walter. His hair was messier than usual.

“I came to win you back.” Walter says, handing Y/N the flowers.

“Flowers? You think you can fix everything with flowers?” Y/N said.

“No, but I think this might fix everything.” Walter said.

You better learn to grovel Get down on your knees Begging for forgiveness like "please, oh baby, please" I want all the tears streaming down your pretty face Telling me I'm someone that you can't replace I want you to grovel, grovel

Walter got down on his knees in front of Y/N, looking up at her like he was worshiping a goddess, on his mind he was.

“Please forgive, Y/N, you mean the whole world to me, these last few days have been utter torture, my house doesn’t feel like a home anymore, you brought light to my life, I am nothing without you.” Walter starts tearing up, voice breaking. “Please, baby, please forgive me, I made a terrible mistake, I admit that, you are someone that I can’t replace, no one, and I mean no one could replace you. You are so special to me, I am so lucky to have you, and I will worship the ground you walk on if you let me, please. I don’t know what I’ll do without you in my life.” When Walter was finished with his little speech, both of them were crying.

“Of course I forgive you, Oso. Now get up, the floor is filthy.” Y/N said, helping Walter up. Walter laughed lightly, getting up, and pulling Y/N into a kiss. She pulled away. “So I don’t have to worry about Angie?”

“Of course not, my love, I am in love with you, I dreamt about you since you left, I missed you. I will worship you everyday until I die, no one compares to you, I swear.” Walter said, kissing her once more.

“Thank you for the flowers. And thank you for coming all the way here to apologize, must’ve been hard with Blair being in the front today.” Y/N said, smelling the flowers.

“No it was not. Quick question, not that I’m ungrateful or anything, thank you for forgiving me, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t, but why did you?” Walter asked. Y/N pretended to think.

“Have I ever told you that I love when a man grovels and begs?” Y/N playfully asked and Walter laughed wholeheartedly.

“Good to know for the future. I’ll see you at home.” Walter kissed her goodbye, both of them walking out of the supply closet.

“See you at home.” Y/N said, still holding the flowers.

Walter walked back to his truck and got in. Smiling to himself, she’s coming back home, back to me

The End

Hope y’all liked it, was it too long? Was it good? I don’t know how to write couple fights, clearly. This took forever to write

Taglist: @warriormirkwood

#hispanic reader #latina #hispanic #henry cavill x reader #walter marshall fanfiction #walter marshall x reader #walter marshall x you #henry cavill #night hunter #walter marshall

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Moodboards Masterlist

Henry Cavill

Date night

Argylle premier

Date in Italy

The one where you meet Henry Cavill and Chris Evans

Henry in his sluty era

Tea date

Geralt of Rivia

Geralt encounters a mysterious creature

Aretuza ball

Cozy day

Bathing with the Witcher

King Geralt x Queen Reader

Sherlock Holmes

Colonial era lovers (1)

Colonial era lovers (2)

Peacock encounter

Veena and violin

Beauty and the beast

Napoleon Solo

Two skillful thieves

August Walker

The one where he falls for someone he can't have

Part-2 of "The one where he falls for someone he can't have"

Captain Syverson

Dating Sy

Charles Brandon

King Charles x Queen Reader

Walter Marshall

Journalist reader

Robert Pattinson

Batman x Reader

Clark Kent/ August Walker/ Charles Brandon

The one where the wife is a serial killer

Gus March Phillips

Gus March Phillips x Spy Reader

Dividers by @saradika

#moodboard #sherlock holmes moodboard #henry cavill moodboard #august walker mood board #Napoleon Solo Moodboard #walter marshall moodboard #geralt of rivia moodboard #henry cavill #august walker #captain sy #geralt of rivia #the witcher #napoleon solo #charles brandon #desi!reader #desi tumblr

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Comprehensive list of all my works . Most are NSFW, so 18+ only. 

                                        MULTI CHAPTERED FICS

CODENAME:VOODOO (Discontinued)

A Rick Flag x OC Story

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

BLOOD BOUND (Hiatus)

A Jerry Dandridge x OC!Reader story

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six (Smut)

Chapter Seven

A PROBLEM FOR FUTURE ME

A Billy Hargrove x Reader story

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight 

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

THE WATCHER

A Walter Marshall x Reader story

Chapter One

                                                       SLASHERS

JASON VOORHEES

Reader is unable to walk after a night with Jason

Jason eats out shy reader

Jason with a dom reader

Jason with an outdoorsy reader

Jason with a captive singer reader

Jason with a young daughter 1

Jason with a young daughter 2

Jason surprises reader

Jason with a reader that blacks out while riding him

Jason with a reader that helps him feel better about water

Jason with a reader that has a nightmare where he hurts her

Jason and reader have sex for the first time

ASA EMORY/THE COLLECTOR

Asa punishes reader (Smut)

Asa punishes reader (No smut)

FREDDY KRUEGER

Freddy with a reader that “kisses” him better

Freddy uses his glove on the reader

MICHAEL MYERS/ THE SHAPE OF HADDONFIELD

Michael with housewife reader

Michael with a reader that’s held hostage by a mob

JESSE CROMEANS/CHROMESKULL

Jesse with curvy reader in a swimsuit

Jesse cockwarming subby reader

ANNA/THE HUNTRESS (DBD)

Anna and reader’s first time together

Anna with a clumsy reader

Anna with a cuddly reader

Anna with a survivor reader Part 1 (smut)

Anna with a survivor reader Part 2 (smut)

Anna with a survivor reader Part 3

Anna with a survivor reader Part 4

Anna with a reader that tops her 

Anna with a reader that lands on top of her

Anna on the reader’s birthday

PYRAMID HEAD

Pyramid Head with a reader that’s new to Silent Hill (smut)

Pyramid Head and pussy eating with reader

Pyramid Head tentacle fucking reader

BUBBA SAWYER/LEATHER FACE

Bubba stands up to his brothers for reader

                                   HEADCANNONS AND DRABBLES

Slashers with a reader that likes to be choked

Slashers and facesitting 

Slashers with a reader that takes out a victim

Pyramid Head and Huntress challenge someone with their eyes on reader

Slashers with a handfasting ceremony with reader

Slashers and pegging

Pyramid Head and Huntress with a reader that passes out during sex

                                           OTHER CHARACTERS

EDDIE MUNSON 

Eddie and reader at the pool

Eddie falls in love with metal head reader

Eddie with a reader that’s new in town

Happy Birthday (Part 1)

Happy Birthday (Part 2)

CHIEF ‘JIM’ HOPPER

Hopper with a reader who is Jane’s teacher

TEAL’C (SG1)

Teal’c protects injured reader

CARMINE FALCONE

Carmine with a reader with chronic pain (Smut)

Carmine meets a younger reader

Carmine with a younger wife reader

BEETLEJUICE

Beetlejuice with a tired witch reader

Beetlejuice with a witch reader that’s falling for his charms

#birds r us #jerry dandridge #jerry dandridge x reader #rick flag x oc #Rick Flag #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #michael myers #michael myers x reader #jesse cromeans #jesse cromeans x reader #asa emory #asa emory x reader #anna the huntress x reader #anna the huntress #Slashers #slashers x reader #slasher smut #teal’c #teal’c x reader #carmine falcone #carmine falcone x reader #pyramid head #pyramid head x reader #monster fucking #monster x human #monster fucker #monster

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Rumplestiltskin, Part 10

Summary:  the conclusion and end of the King and Queen of Palmona

Pairings:  Andy Barber X Ransom, Lance Tucker X Reader, Chase Collins X Andy Barber

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  language, kidnapping(?), 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.7K

Previous

Series Masterlist

*dividers by @firefly-graphics​

“Oh, come here, my little princess,” you pick up your daughter who looks back at her window.  Her hand outstretched to the opening and she whines looking at you, and then back to the window.  “Is that where he comes in at?”

Her chubby little hands curl to the outside.  Gurgling out nonsensical words, and you step back, “Not today sweetheart.  Any day but today,” your arms wrap around her tightly when you give her a soft kiss to the top of her head.  You had a pit in your stomach that should Lance come to call, he would try something drastic.  

“Come on, let’s go into mama and daddy’s room.  Later, we’re going to take Marshall to visit your papa,” looking back out the window, you take a deep calming breath before walking into your room.  You were uneasy, and felt as if you should hold Branwen all day.  Would the contract allow Lance to take your precious daughter?  Would there be a hold on him to where he could not remove her from you?  It was things that you didn’t want to think about, but things that you should ponder greatly.

Andy marches up the steps of the castle his brother was erecting.  It wasn’t as grand as the one that they had grown up in, but this one was being fashioned with gold everywhere.  Andy’s cloak billows behind him as he searches for his absentee brother.  No word from him in months.  

He spots the greedy man, and stomps over to him.  Ransom spins on his heels looking at him, and Andy stops, and flinches away at the sight of him, “Why are you here?” Ransom demands.  “Why have you set foot in my castle?”

“I have come to tell you that you can no longer marry Aurelia.”

“Why?  Because you already have?” With a nod of his head, Ransom shrugs.  “Andy, I did that to have something you didn’t have.  But even that cunny in between her legs is not greater than this,” his hand lifts up as he motions around his grand castle.  “You think too small.  Pussy is pussy.  But gold is forever.  You take your wife and your bastard daughter, while I’ll let my women age out.  Go after a newer, younger model when I tire of the heat in between her thighs.  It’s just sex.”

“What has happened to you brother?”

“What do you mean?” Andy takes a step back as Ransom’s voice turns into more of a growl.  The bright blue of his eyes start to darken, turning a burnished gold.  “I am fine!  I am happy and have all the riches in the world.  You have a used up piece of ass and a disgusting brat.  Take them.  I can fill every room in my castle with different pussy.  Have a new one for every night of the week.  Have ten fulfill my every filthy desire at once if I choose.  Stack them on top of each other and use them just as the flesh that they are.  You see?  I don’t fucking care about your precious princess Aurelia.  I have more power than you because I have no weakness.  You are but a slug on the earth.  Should they be taken away from you,” his eyes darken more, turning a deep shade of black, and a flash within them makes Andy jump back.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.  Does he come to you at night and grant you your wishes?”  Ransom’s neck twists at an awkward angle, and the veins surrounding his eyes turn gold.  It was grotesque watching his brother become the beast that was always residing deep within him.  “He told me he won’t be granting your wish.  Better run home Andrew.  Time’s up.”

Andy looks behind his brother, sitting in a gnarly and crooked tree was a man with grand black feathers, “Tick tock.  How long will it take you to ride back to Palmona?  Left them all alone,” he sneers as a mix between a grunt and a cackle ripples through his body, and Andy runs back from whence he came.

“Walter!” He shouts, jumping onto the horse who grunts at his weight.  “They’re in trouble.  You need to run at the speed of lightning,” Walter rares back on his hind legs, before charging back towards the kingdom.  Snorting at how stupid Andy had been to leave you and Branwen alone, and traveling so far.  

You watch your happy baby shake her rattle on the floor.  Thinking to yourself you had enough time to pour some water into a cup.  Taking your eyes off her a few seconds, to turn to the basin when you hear a thump, and a squealing giggle from Branwen.  Spinning around, you gasp.  She was reaching towards Lance with a smile.

He looked different.  Closer to when you first met him, “Lance,” you go towards him, but he tsks you.  Shaking his finger, and he lifts her up in your arms.  “Give her to me.”

“Why?’

“She’s mine.”

“Did you forget?” You shake your head no, getting right beside him, and reaching your arms to grab her.  “She’s no longer yours, Queen Aurelia.  She belongs with me now.”

“No!” He tries to launch himself off the ground, but his feet won’t allow him to move.  “Give her to me!”

He tries again, only to grunt in frustration.  Branwen looks up at him with a pout, and then back at you.  Her golden amber eyes start to fill with tears, “Don’t cry, little one.  I’m trying to get us home.”

“You can’t take her.”

“We had a deal.  She now belongs to me, so whatever power you have over me, let it fall.  Our deal was a legal binding contract between faerie and mortal.  Aurelia, I won’t be so kind when I ask the second time.”

“Please, you’re scaring her,” he looks down at the baby whose lip was puckered out.  Her mouth opens as a silent cry escapes.  Her eyes close as crocodile tears drift down her face.  “My darling, mommy’s right here.”

“What have you done?”

“She’s not Ransom’s,” Lance puffs up his chest, confused as to why you would say that.  “Our contract was for mine and Ransom’s first child.  She’s Andy’s.  You can’t leave with her.  Our contract was binding and legal.  You have no claim over that baby.  She is mine and Andy’s.  Now give her to me.”

Lance’s nose flairs, and his head tilts back.  Letting out a piercing scream when you run to gather your baby.  Holding her tight against your chest.  Wiping the tears off her beautiful skin, and peppering kisses over her silky black hair.  Trying to hold her ears as Lance’s cry makes your ears feel as if they're bleeding.  Walking the two of you back into a corner, when the noise suddenly stops.

Your chest heaves with your tears, and you lift your baby up to look at her.  Her little hand reaches back towards the window, and she starts to cry.  Almost as if she realized that her friend was truly gone.  Holding onto her tightly, rocking her until her tears stop.  Yourself falling into a deep sleep.

“Aurelia,” Andy was calling.  Your eyes blink openly heavily, your daughter still sleeping soundly in your arms, “Aurelia,” his voice sounded off, but you follow it into Branwen’s room that had a golden glow to it.  “Aurelia.”

One foot in front of the other.  Your steps were heavy as you try to get out of your hazy feeling.  That horrendous machinery in the middle of your daughter’s room, and you cuss Andy.  “Aurelia, just touch it.  It’ll get rid of it for good, princess.”

Branwen’s eyes blink open, and yips as you get closer to the spinning wheel.  Your hand out in front of you, and Branwen cries.  “Aurelia, you’re almost there, darling.  Just touch it.”

You press your finger down on the spindle, and you're transported to a garden with Andy and Branwen.  It was beautiful.  So green, and open with your husband and child.  Your golden crown on top of your head, and even Andy looks regal with his own crown.  Branwen tries to walk towards you, her own little tiara already crooked on her jet black hair.  

“You could have hurt her!” Lance bends over to pick your crying baby up off the floor, and she buries her face into his chest.  “What did you do?”

“Well, we had a deal.  She touched the spindle.  Take her, and the child can go with you,” Lance looks between you and the baby in his arms that he was trying to soothe and shakes his head.  “Fine,” Chase answers quickly.  “Let Andy arrive.  He kisses your queen, and he gets her and the child.  And you are nothing but a blackened soul.”

“He can’t…he can’t do that.”

“Oh, he can.  True love’s kiss, you see.  The debt will be paid.  She touched it, she’s asleep, and only Andy’s lips can wake her.”

Branwen reaches towards your body, and pouts up at Lance, “Mama.”

“Oh, Andy will be here soon.  Figure it out,” Chase bends at his knees, before flying out the window, leaving Lance alone to think.

“Mama!” Branwen reaches towards your sleeping body, her lip trembling at him, “Mama.  Dada!”

“No!”

“Ehh!” She smacks at Lance’s nose, “Mama!  Dada!”

“No, you won’t be seeing your father.  You are mine to raise.  He lets your mother do everything.  She needs a break,” Lance takes a deep breath, realizing he’s going to have to do more than fly you out of here.  The beating of the hooves of Walter in the distance as Andy gets closer to the palace.   “I’m going to be out of magic for awhile with this one,” he crouches down by your body, making sure to touch you and the baby, before you’re gone with nothing left but his golden sparkles.

Andy races into your room, and watches as the final sparkles drift down to the floor, “Aurelia!  Branwen!  No!” His face distorts in anger, and he kicks at the spinning wheel.  

“I was wondering when you would show up,” Andy looks into the shadows to see Chase, and he stands up at full height, but Andy stays unflinching.  Grabbing up one of the baby’s toys, he throws it at Chase, who laughs at Andy’s misery.  “Missing something?”

“What did you do?”

“Ah, I made a deal with my brother.  He made a deal with your wife,” he shrugs, still laughing at Andy.  “Want them back?”

“They’re all I want.  Take this cursed crown off my head and bring me my family back!”

“I like your passion, Andrew.  But you see, we’re at an impasse here.  I don’t know for certain where my brother has taken them.”

“She’s not Ransom’s.  That child is born of my blood and love.  Bring her back!”

“Yes, I’m aware of your wife’s forked tongue.  Tricking a faerie isn’t easy to do, but when a faerie is in love with a woman who loves another, words are missed.  But I offer you something,” Andy breathes deeply as Chase walks around his body.  Sniffing at the man, and he retches.  “You smell of them.”

“Shut up you beast!”

“That’s your brother.  How did he look today?  His transformation is well under way.  I wonder if anyone will ever love him when he resembles the beast that dwells inside his dark soul?  No matter, I have a gift for you.  Your wife isn’t dead.  Merely asleep, and the touch of your lips is just the remedy.  Find her and kiss her.  Of course, she’s in an ageless sleep.  You and your daughter are not.  Faeries move quickly, they hide in plain sight, so what if you die before she ever wakes.”

“No!” Andy swings his fist at the faerie, but Chase lowers his gaze at him.  “I’ll do anything.  I can’t lose them.”

“Good, I knew you’d see things in my way.  But, I am fae, so this goes with a contract.  I can put the whole woods in an ageless…”

“Not sleep!”

“No, an ageless bubble.  With conditions.  Once our young reaches the age of your wife, they stop,” Andy looks at him in fear, realizing that he didn’t mean the whole woods.  “That’s right.  Your daughter could be grown by the time you see her again.  You won’t age past today.  But that beautiful little raven can grow into a beautiful woman.  Being raised by faeries, she could learn to magic.  Her mother is born of magic.  You haven’t noticed she possessed some herself?  You see, there are stipulations.”

“Of course there is.  The devil always has stipulations,” Andy grabs Chase’s arms from circling him, “Look me in the eye when you’re making your offer.”

“We have a problem.  And I love chaos.  How will we ever get fresh meat in the forest?  I will construct an apple tree.  Partake of the apple, and you’re stuck in these dark woods for as long as your wife is asleep.  It is hard to get out of tall, dark trees anyways, but this would make it impossible.”

“You’re trapping people in here?”

“For your benefit, Andrew.  Do you know what resides in these woods?  Men that transform into animals.  Even swans that wait for the moon to shine on them.  A wolf that desires virgins.  And your brother a greedy beast who lusts after gold.  He’s not finished, by the way.  What of your father, and his own greed?  How did you become so noble?  Andy, I think we can both agree you will take my offer.  You’ll search for a hundred years and never find her.  Become penniless and weak searching for a ghost and a raven.  I only offer you this once.  When I leave, you’re alone.  You’ll die of old age before you ever find your precious Aurelia, and your daughter will never even know you exist,” he moves to strike Andy, but a powerful force stops him.

“What have you,” Chase pulls down Andy’s shirt, and sees his brother’s medallion hanging on his chest, “Your wife is clever.  Protecting you from faeries.  I guess that’s why she touched the spinning wheel the same day that the protection was away from her.  She should have kept it on.  You could have had longer with your daughter.”

“Or,” Lance cackles, watching Andy’s face go through so many emotions.  He did in fact love you beyond words, “I offer you an alternative.  Say my brother’s name, and everything becomes just a blink of time.  Your family will be sleeping in your bed,” Andy looks at him, shaking his head.  You never once uttered the faerie’s name.  Never told him of his name.  Never spoke much about him.  Keeping the life you had with Lance a secret.  “She failed that time.”

Chase turns to leave, and Andy slowly closes his eyes.  The visions he had of you and him ruling together now crushed, and gone.  His daughter that he had wanted was now taken from him.  “Stop!  You have your deal.”

Chase’s lips turn up into a snarl, and he snaps his fingers.  Launching out the window to plant his magical apple seed.  Should Andy ever try to chop it down, another would sprout, and that one would be deadly.  Andy collapses on the floor as he mourns the loss of you and his daughter.  You were not dead, but he couldn’t feel your warmth.  He no longer heard his beautiful daughter laughing because Andy was truly alone.  Destined to wander these woods in search of his family.  A family that he would never forget, but a daughter that would never remember him.

With his body shaking in anger and turmoil, he stands.  Casting his crown to the side and slowly walks out of the castle, jumping on his trusty steed Walter, “You really screwed up this time.”

“You can talk?”

“Chase likes chaos,” Walter snorts.  “I thought my spell would be broken when you kissed her.”

“Who are you,” Andy leans to look at the horse.

“Her uncle.  Now I’m stuck in life with the likes of you.  And if you meet her again, and kiss her, and I’m still a fucking horse, I’m going to hoof that stupid faerie to death,” Walter whinnies as he trots out into the forest.  An impossible journey with a man he only halfway liked.  This was going to be a long lifetime saddled with the former King of Palmona.  And an eternity searching for Andy’s lost family as he becomes the guardian of the woods.  The woodcutter that protected all that resided here, until he found his true love.  And with his kiss, the spell on the woods would be broken.  Until then he is but a nomad.

THE END FRIEND

Epilogue

Masterlist

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[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

Oneshots Drabbles

Here are all my oneshots drabbles and headcannons. you can find my long ongoing chaptered fics here on my Chaptered Stories Masterlist. and you can find my shorter series list here Ficlet masterlist

Disclaimer and my stance on RPF

Geeking Out (Henry Cavill X Reader/Fluff)

Babies New Specs  (Henry Cavill X Little Reader-Fluff)

The Shoe Policy (Henry Cavill X Reader-Domestic)

Grand Theft Auto(Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Domestic)

Dress Codes, Nooky And Cock Blocks (Henry Cavill+ Kal X Reader- Domestic/Fluff/🥵)

Kal And Fatherhood (Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Fluff)

A Rainy day (Henry Cavill x Reader- Angst/Fluff/🥵)

Lemme See!! (Henry Cavill x Pierced/Tattooed Reader-Fluff)

Mummy’s Jealous Boy (Henry Cavill X Wife!Reader- Fluff, angst)

Pooh Bear (Henry Cavill+ Kal X Reader- Fluff)

Your Man In Action (Henry Cavill X Reader-Fluff)

Another Birthday Surprise (Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Fluff slight Angst)

A Clumsy Nugget (Henry Cavill X Little!Reader- Fluff)

Beanie Baby (Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Implied Smut,Fluff,Domestic)

Baby Snuggles… Drink and wet? (Henry Cavill X Reader/CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!/Fluff/Humour)

Forever Home (Henry Cavill X Reader- Fluff)

The Date (Henry Cavill X Reader-Fluff)

Deeper Then The Pink Tax (Henry Cavill X Reader- Angst/ Fluff/ Difficult subjects)

Their Alright… For A Boomer (Henry Cavill X BustyReader- Fluff, Suggestive)

Love Is Blind (Henry Cavill X Shelby!Reader- Peaky Blinders AU- Angslt,Fluff)

Your Perfect (Henry Cavill X Reader- ABO,Fluff, Angst)

The Mortals Claiming (Hades!Henry X Reader- god AU, Angst, Smut)

Fledgling (Vampire!Henry X Reader)

The Rubber Glove Experience (Henry X Nurse!Reader)

Panic In The Playroom (Daddy!Henry x Little!Reader)

The Assistants Assistance (Henry X Reader)

The Talc Slip Up (Henry X Reader/Humour/Fluff) 

Chubby Rodent (Henry X Reader/Fluff)

Bubbles (Daddy!Henry X Little!Reader/Fluff/Humour)

Everything Works (Henry X Reader/Fluff/Humour)

Bring It On Bitch (Clark Kent X Reader-Fluff)

Ace In The Hole (Diana Prince X Teen Reader-Fluff?)

FUCK OFF! (Bruce Wayne X Reader-Domestic/Fluff)

A Soft Bunny~ (Clark Kent X Reader -🥵/PetPlay)

Mounting Mistakes  (Clark Kent X Reader- 🥵/ABO)

The Ruined Cape (Clark Kent X Bratty Little Reader-Spanking)

L-Latex?!(Clark Kent X  Mistress/Domme Reader-Humour/Fluff/Domestic )  

We Didn’t Make It To My Birthday (Alpha!Clark Kent X Younger Omega Reader- A/B/O, 🥵)    

Clark The God Of Munch (Clark Kent X Reader-🥵)

Lacking (Clark Kent X Reader-🥵)

Numb (Clark Kent X Daughter Reader- Angst/ Mental Health Issues)

A Breeding Bunny (Dark!Clark X Reader-🥵Dark Fic)

I Cant Feel My Legs (Dark!Clark X Reader/ A/B/O 🥵)

Super-Hubby Proof (Clark X Reader/ BDSM/ Humor/🥵)

(Taming A Pa-Bear(Platonic!Geralt X Reader/Fluff/Angst?Homour)

The Witcher’s Missus (Geralt X Reader/Angst/🥵)

Nanma? (Geralt x Mage!reader/ Jaskier X Reader Platonic/fluff/crackfic/suggestive)

Hybrid Oil (Geralt X Reader/ suggestive/ Angry Geralt)

Mine (ALpha!Geralt X Omega!Reader/ angry Geralt/ABO)

A Family (platonic Geralt X Reader/ Angst/Spanking/Fluff)

Your Best Idea (Napoleon Solo x Wife Reader-Fluff/Domestic)

My Phone Died…Sorry?(Walter X Reader/Fluff/Angst/Immplied smut)

A Little Crime Spree (Papa!Sherlock X Little Reader- Spanking)

His Grace’s Protection (Charles Brandon X Reader- Fluff/Angst)

They Hung Up (August Walker X Little!Reader- Fluff)

She Calls Me Daddy 🥵(August Walker X Reader Daddy Kink-Smut Exhibitionism)

Use The Zipties (Walter Marshal x Drunk!Reader)

Manny (Sy x Drunk!Reader)

The Graves Case (Sherlock X Reader)

OCD Christmas (Walter X Reader/ Fluff)

Dick Christmas (August X Reader/ cavillmas challenge/ smut)🥵

Finish What You Stared (Walter X Reader/ Foot Kink/ Suggestive/Fluff)

My Little Trinket (Dark!Charles X Reader/dark fic)

Math?!(Daddy!August X Brat!Reader/DDLG)

A Lil’Lady (Mob Boss Sy X Reader/ fluff)

Hitman Daddy Dom (Daddy!August X Little!reader/DDLG/Fluff)

Adoption Day (Daddy!Henry X Little!Reader/ DDLG/Fluff/Angst)

Please Do Daddy (Daddy!Walter X Subby!Reader/ daddy kink/ sugestive)

A Kept Woman (August X Reader/ dark themes/kidnap)

Princess (Sy X Reader/ Fluff/Humour)

Soft!Bdsm Relationship Dom!Henry Sub!Nurse

Wearing Plugs on a date Dom!Henry 🥵

Being A Jealous Little At A Party Daddy!Henry

Scolded By Another Daddy In Front Of Daddy!Henry

Tangled In Knots DDLG

When Your Knee Is Injured DDLG

A Maintenance Spanking DDLG

Caught Pigging Out DDLG

An Inner Ear Infection DDLG

Helping With Hate DDLG

Pms and Headache remedies DDLG🥵

Insomnia /Trouble Waking In The Morning DDLG

Caught Listening To Bratty Songs DDLG

Getting Scared Watching MI6 DDLG

Cutting Your Hair DDLG

Henry Answers A Zoom Call With Pretty Hair DDLG

Story time Wisdom teeth DDLG

Tooth Fairy Haggle DDLG

The accident DDLG

Sherbert and baths DDLG

The Icecream Van DDLG

Slapping Daddies Hand DDLG

Superman’s Dishcloth

Couples Race

Sugar haul DDLG 

Yeah Daddy DDLG

Baby Hustle

A Headcannon Crack Series- Geralt see’s an opportunity to add to his family and finally have something both he and Yennefer have always wanted. A baby, now they just had to figure out how to look after it.

The Exchange / / Got Milk? / / Your Turn / /Hmm…Hm? / /Lil’Bleater

Misc

Vesemir and Geralt bath sharing M/F/M

Playing With August’s Knives DDLG

The Deal (Clark X Reader X August)🥵 / / Pt 2  / / Pt3🥵?

Malicious Compliance (Sherlock X Reader)

Coming Home Drunk (August X Drunk!Reader)

April Fools! (Sy X Reader) slight smut 🥵

Mocki (Sy X Reader)

Hair Pulling  101 Dom!Henry

A Latte (Henry Cavill X Reader- Fluff)

Swallow-Geralt Of Rivia

Ducky- Humphrey Mummy!Domme

The Making Of Sy’s Mini Me- Sy Smut

Walter Told You Not To Touch! Walter implied smut?

“Pull out” “No”-Sy Smut

Little Office Bunny- August implied smut

Jewel In The Crown August Walker

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[angryschnauzer]

Bite of the Bear

Summary: Whilst at the Syversons’ end of summer party, you and your husband Walter sneak off to watch the fireworks in private, and he proves that bears do bite... and you like it.

Fandom: Night Hunter (Nomis) Movie

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Neck Biting Kink, Biting, Semi public sex, public orgasm, kitchen sex, unprotected sex.

Wordcount: 1425

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Bite of the Bear

Stretching languidly you felt the warm kiss of sunlight on your skin, the day now well under way. Pulling yourself from the bed you cricked your neck side to side, the sting of your skin immediately bringing a wince then a smile to your face as you recalled the reason why your neck and shoulders were so tender. Checking your phone the smile grew wider when you saw a message from your husband;

“Gone to get groceries, enjoy your lay in” with an emoji of a bear, because he was after all your Walter Bear.

Moving to the bathroom you set the shower jets to steam as you brushed your teeth, looking in the mirror before turning and frowning when you saw just how raw your skin was thanks to that big bear. A shiver ran down your spine as you stepped into the shower, hissing at the sting on your skin, and you let your mind wander to the previous night.

-

The party at the Syversons' place on the lake was one of the few events Walter always made time for. Sy was his oldest friend, and although meet ups had grown few and far between over the years, the annual end of summer BBQ that Sy and his wife Jess would throw was one that Walter always ensured he had the vacation time booked for. 

Beers opened at lunchtime, an afternoon of old and new stories, awful jokes and excellent food proceeded. As the sun went down people would find blankets and chairs to watch the impressive firework display the Sy would always put on from a floating dock on the lake.

Walter had found you as you’d been perusing the deserts, slipping his hand around your waist and giving you a squeeze before pulling you outside;

“C’mon, i’ve found us a lounger on the bottom patio” the gruff bear uttered in hushed tones, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, letting him lead you out into the gardens and down the steps.

"Bear, all the seats are taken" you mutter as he leads you to the corner.

He doesn't reply, just pulling you around a large planter adorned with fall decorations where Jess had gone a bit crazy in the Target decor department. Hidden behind pumpkins and faux maple leaves was one last seat, Walter taking a seat and hooking his feet over the sides, patting the bench between his thighs.

Caged in by your husband's thick thighs and strong arms, you leant back against his chest, his hands slipping beneath your shirt as the blanket you'd spread over the pair of you shielded any prying eyes from seeing their advance up your torso. As the first fireworks were set off you felt the first brush of his beard against the soft skin of your neck and a violent shiver of arousal ran through your body. He did it again, this time pressing a lingering kiss to the crook of your neck, and your gasp was thankfully silenced by the next sparkling blast lighting up the night sky.

Walter knew your neck was highly sensitive, just the briefest of kisses got you wet embarrassingly fast, but when Drunk Walter started nibbling you were done for. Arching your back you let out a needy whine, pressing your ass into his rapidly hardening bulge, and it was the signal that he could go wild.

Hooking his fingers over the neckline of your shirt, he pulled until your shoulder was fully exposed, pressing open mouthed soft bites along the delicate skin, letting the sharp points of his canines drag deliciously knowing he would be leaving grazes. After each sharp bite he would soothe the tender patch with his soft lips and tongue, working the skilled muscle to send bolts of electricity straight to your core.

His hands crept back under the blanket and up your shirt, pawing at your breasts before with calloused fingers he pinched at the sensitive buds. The more you gasped and moaned the harder he worked against your neck, until with a high pitched whine you shook violently as your orgasm shot through you. He had thankfully moved quick enough to clamp a large paw over your mouth to stifle your cries, holding you tight as you shook under his embrace. 

When your body relaxed he pressed a single kiss to your neck;

“I think its time to go home Honey”

“But Bear, won’t Sy want you to say goodbye?”

“He’s busy… why do you think he gets Jess to help him set the fireworks off on the dock?” he grinned; “They’re all on a timed fuse. He literally has to light one fuse and then he gets twenty minutes to fuck his wife under the cover of darkness with literally all their friends watching but not able to see”

You let out a snort of laughter;

“Kinky fuckers”

“You don’t know the half of it. C’mon, you’re driving, i’ve had too many beers”

-

Shutting off the shower you dried and dressed casually, a pair of shorts and loose t-shirt, foregoing a bra to help your aching shoulders heal from Walter’s bites. As you were making your coffee you heard the front door, peering over your shoulder to see Walter walking in with all the grocery bags, never one to make two trips. 

“Coffee?”

“Please.”

Pouring him a cup you let out a squeak of surprise as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your tender shoulder;

“WALTER!”

“What?”

“Stay away from my neck! Its sore enough already”

Pressing his face to your skin his lips brushed against it as he spoke;

“Are you sure Honey? Are you sure you don’t want me to? I never did get to fuck you last night?”

“That’s because you were snoring in the truck on the way home and i could barely get you to bed before you were out cold”

“Let me make it up to you now”

Another series of soft kisses over your shoulder helped seal the deal, his hand sliding down your stomach to your core, an appreciative hum reverberating through his lips as he dipped his hand inside the shorts only to find you already soaking wet. With his other hand he made quick work of his zipper, his hands momentarily leaving you as he worked his cargo pants and underwear down his legs enough and you felt the nudge of his thick length between your thighs. A massive hand rested against your back and pushed you forwards, before he lifted on of your legs and hooked your knee onto the counter. Pulling the crotch of your shorts to the side he ran the bulbous tip through your essence before notching into your entrance, and with a sigh pushed in slowly.

Leaning over you he slowly started to thrust into you, filling you completely. When you’d first gotten together as a couple it’d taken six dates before you finally slept together, wondering why Walter was anxious about taking your relationship to the next physical level. When you had discovered he’d been scared he was going to hurt you with what he’d been blessed with you assured him that you could take it, and over time the two of you had found the perfect positions that made it pleasurable for the both of you. 

Pressing his lips to your neck, he gently sucked on your pressure points, and you could both physically feel you get wetter, the slick natural lubrication easing Walter’s thrusts. With one particularly arched thrust simultaneous to his tongue working against your jugular you came with a shout, gripping onto the countertop as you shook from your powerful orgasm. 

Releasing your neck Walter stood straight and gripped your hips, increasing the speed of his thrusts as you rode out the aftershocks of your orgasm, before with a growl he thrust impossibly deep and you felt him swell within you, filling you with his seed.

As he pulled out you looked over your shoulder, smiling as he pressed a kiss to your lips, his beard tickling your face;

“You go enjoy your coffee, i’ll put the groceries away”

“Did you get the ice cream they didn’t have last time?”

“Two tubs. Why don’t you take a tub to the bedroom?”

“To the…. Oh…” with a smirk you grabbed a pint of your favourite flavour and a couple of spoons. This is what you loved about Walter taking the entire weekend as vacation time, he indulged all of your desires.

#walter marshall #walter marshall x reader #walter marshall x you #walter marshall smut #henry cavill

[keanureevesisbae]

Walter Marshall x fem!reader

Summary: You are stranded in the terminal, unable to catch your flight, but then you meet a handsome stranger, who is stuck like you.

Wordcount: 906

Warnings: none

This has got to be the worst day of my life. I’m stuck here in the fucking terminal for at least ten damn hours. It’s almost like I’m in that movie, where Tom Hanks’ character is living in the terminal of all places for months on end, because he can’t enter the US and cannot go back to his homeland Krakozhia.

Okay, I do have to admit my life isn’t that bad, however I feel absolutely miserable. My flight to Minnesota is cancelled because of shitty weather. Thankfully our flight is not the only one. Mine and many more flights are cancelled because of how much it’s snowing.

I sit in one of the uncomfortable chairs, resting my legs on my suitcase. I have a book, but I kinda saved it for my five hour flight. If I read it now, I probably finished it before I board. If life were kind to me, I could go to the bookstore here in the terminal to get me a book, however it’s night, so the bookstore is closed.

I can be anti social and be on my phone just like 99 percent of the other passengers stranded here, but it feels so boring.

With my arms crossed in front of my chest, I stare ahead of me. My gaze meets a very attractive man, who’s sitting across from me. ‘Hi,’ I say, when we look at each other some more.

‘Hi,’ he says, his voice so deep, I can nearly feel it in my chest. ‘Flight’s cancelled as well?’

I shake my head. ‘No, I like to linger around the terminal at this time of day,’ I deadpan, causing the man to smirk. ‘Sorry.’

’Don’t be. It was a stupid question anyway. You okay, though?’

With the way this slightly intimidating looking man is concerned about mee and my wellbeing, tells me you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover or that I look that miserable, he needs to say something about it. I simply shrug. ‘It’s just that I have a very concerned mother sitting at home, who probably is trying to arrange a pilot for me to fly me home.’

He laughs. ‘Good luck to her, because mine is probably doing the exact same thing as we speak and you shouldn’t mess with my mom.’

I chuckle. ‘Noted. I’m Y/N, by the way.’

‘Walter,’ he says. ‘Don’t you feel like you’re in that Tom Hanks movie?’

‘Right?’ I laugh. ‘I thought I was being an overreacting baby, but turns out I’m not the only one who likes to compare her pretty easy going life to the tragedy of that fictional man.’

Walter smiles. ‘Can I buy you something? I saw a vending machine up there. I know it’s nothing fancy, but it’s something.’

‘Sure,’ I say. ‘Thank you.’

‘No problem, Y/N.’

❆ ❆ ❆

Time flies when you spend the hours with Walter. Despite it being night, I am nowhere near tired yet. Talking to Walter about books, about life, about our jobs—minutes and hours fly by. We even discovered we’re seated next to one another in the plane! We buy each other food from the vending machines, we somehow manage to get some paper and pen and do stupid games.

It’s almost like a romantic date here in the terminal.

Not that I tell him that. Poor man would probably get a tiny heart attack if I were to say it and then he’d have nowhere to escape to.

After an hour of talking, I discover Walter has a daughter, but divorced his wife years ago. I never pecked him for a fatherly type, but that’s just me judging a book by its cover again, because the way he talks about her is absolutely adorable. This kid sure is the apple of his eye. He had a thing for his job as a policeman and was planning to spend Christmas Eve with his daughter.

‘Well, I think we’ll be out of here before Christmas Eve,’ I say with a smile.

We’re sitting on the ground, our suitcases flanking us. We lean with our backs against the wall as we stare out of the windows.

‘I better be,’ he says, ‘otherwise I’ll start walking.’

I watch the snowflakes falling from the sky. If it weren’t for the fact I’m stuck in an airport, I’d enjoy it even more. ‘It’s so beautiful outside,’ I note.

‘It sure is.’

I eventually fall asleep against his shoulder and after who knows how long I’ve slept, he softly nudges me awake. My eyes flutter open and I meet his. ‘We can board.’

It’s like a miracle. I move faster than my own shadow can keep up. Once we’re on the aircraft, we sit next to each other. I can’t believe we’re finally going home. While I can’t wait to see my parents again, I know Walter is looking forward to see his daughter.

‘This was an interesting date,’ Walter says.

‘You considered this a date?’

He shrugs, but I can tell his face is heating up. ‘Figured.’

‘Well, you figured correctly.’ I place my head against his arm and whisper: ‘I had a lot of fun, Walter. Being stuck in a terminal will never be this much fun.’

‘How about a date in a normal setting? We can have some decent food in a nice restaurant and I can dress a bit more decent.’

I smile. ‘I can’t wait.’

❆ ❆ ❆

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[ilyrafe]

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑩 ✧ 𝒘. 𝒎.

pairing: ex-husband!walter marshall x ex-wife!reader

warnings: brief mentions of suicide attempts, mourning, fluff?

word count: 1.1k

read part A first

“i would leave me too, god knows how many times i’ve tried.” she promises him, but the explicit confession of her various suicide attempts makes him uncomfortable, and a pang of bitterness gnaws at his mouth. “i don’t blame you, walter. i don’t resent you for leaving. you did the right thing. you always do.”

it’s like the whole weight of his guilt has crumbled and it’s suddenly easier to breathe. it is possible to breathe.

god only knows how relieved he is that she’s there, alive and healthy, and only he knows how difficult it has been to carry the guilt of leaving at the most crucial moment of their lives.

it’s as if, out of survival instinct, he’s forced himself to leave, and as much as she’s saying he did the right thing, he wishes he hadn’t. it was unfair, and he knows that many will not understand why he did it. not even he really understands.

the last thing he wanted was to get a divorce, but he was scared. walter had never been so afraid of losing her, that situation never felt real before. y/n was not being herself, in full control of her mental faculties, and how could she? she had tragically lost their daughter, she was completely hostage to her own sadness and disbelief, and walter, as usual, assumed the position of being her stronghold for as long as it took, and with that, he deprived himself of feeling sad for his loss too. he had lost his baby, and he was losing his wife little by little, who was dying before his eyes, not eating, not getting out of bed, not even drinking water. it had been long months trying to get her to just get out of bed, but it was difficult, and often impossible. walter didn’t have time to mourn, he felt compelled to look strong so that y/n could cry in peace without any concerns about anyone else.

he doesn’t regret putting his own grieving aside for y/n, but he still finds it difficult to process quinn’s death and the end of his marriage. he blames himself for not taking it any longer. he blames himself for not being more persistent. for five years walter lost his sleep blaming himself for thinking he was a horrible husband who abandoned his wife at the most critical moment of their lives, so hearing from her that she doesn’t hate or resent him is a huge relief.

“if i could do it differently, i would. but i think that... deep down, i knew you would get back on your feet better without me, and it makes me happy to know that you’re okay.”

he had been mentally preparing for years to get the message that the worst had happened, and luckily, it never came, and he hopes it never does. y/n is still a sensitive topic for walter. as a homicide captain, he’s always been close to death, analyzing it, investigating it, unraveling it to put an end to mysteries, and giving a little fresh air to the families of those who departed unfairly and criminally, but since death approached him and his family in the most serene and quick way possible, he sees death with new eyes. rather, he was not afraid and did not see death as a sentimental element but as a crime or a natural event in life. quinn’s death was silent and calm, he didn’t have a culprit - no matter how much y/n insisted she was guilty. he felt groundless because he had no one to blame, no one to arrest.

despite having all the answers he needs, there is still an emptiness and a question mark in his life that he knows will never be erased. it is as if in a book, the most important chapter had no words, the pages were blank.

the fact is, their marriage didn’t end because it lacked love or trust, no. it ended because they needed to grieve in peace, apart from each other. being apart was surprisingly the best outcome for the both of them. he didn’t grow resentful of her for her lack of support, and she understood his reasons for leaving. they needed to heal themselves as individuals first, and in order for that to happen, they needed to let each other go.

it’s so odd - they both seem like distant friends, but they had a life together, and there will always be something that will unite them for the rest of their lives, even though that bond isn’t there anymore.

“i should’ve been kinder to you.” she laments. “i should’ve been more considerate.”

walter reaches for her hand and brings it closer to his lips. he presses a kiss on the back of her hand. the smell of her hand cream is unmistakable. small details like that make him question himself, if the feelings have really gone away. the past five years have been terribly lonely for both of them, because the marriage ended out of force majeure rather than lack of love.

“don’t worry about it.” he says. “seeing you well is all i need to move on in peace.”

there is a multitude of guilt between them, not just about quinn, but about the end of their marriage, about how they could have done differently. regret is an interesting, bittersweet emotion, it makes you daydream of what could be if you hadn’t done something in such a way.

“do you think this lump in my throat will ever go away?” she asks, genuinely hoping that walter gives her an answer, because he seems to know a lot about a lot of things. he’s the smartest person she knows, even though he won’t agree with her.

“i don’t know,” he confesses. “mine haven’t gone away yet.”

“oh…”

“i know i left, but i’ve been worried about you all these years. maybe things will be better for me after today. i hope they get better for you, too. we don’t deserve to be held hostage by grief, we need to get on with our lives.”

“i feel guilty for wanting to go on with my life, ‘cause it seems that i want to forget about her, and i don’t.”

“i know. but you also know how you feel. we deserve to stop grieving, y/n. we deserve to feel happy again. we’re not betraying quinn, we’re just making do without her.”

the smile on her lips translates her satisfaction and relief to hear him say those things. it makes so much sense. it’s controversial for some, and it’s understandable. what matters is that things are changing, actions are being taken. now all that remains is to give time to time. the healing will come.

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[nashibirne]

Congrats on your milestone!! Love your writing and since you're doing the whole "milestone party" I would like to ask if you could write something about reader and first baby. It could be something like them being very happy in the beginning, anxious by the end of the pregnancy but in the first weeks after the baby is born everything being caotic, the reader is stressed and sometimes they fight for something silly and it could have a happy ending, maybe he preparing a special surprise for her, some smut and they kinda "reconnect"... I don't mind if it gets too big, I would appreciate if you like the idea, It can be sy or walter, their POV, the reader can have a name too if you'd like. Thank you so much and congratulations again 🎉🥳

Here comes the second fic for my milestone celebration 🥳

Dear nonie, thank you so much for your prompt 💜 I love it and it made me think of Walter and his bumblebee from my fic Closer immediately. So I hope you don't mind I made this a follow up.

I tried to include all your wishes and I hope you like the struggles, the fluff and the smut.

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MAYBUG

Pairing: Walter Marshall x reader

Summary: Walt and his wife are stressed out and enjoy a little escape. Follow-up to Closer

Words: ~ 1.8 k

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, 18+, Sex (p in v), fingering, dirty talking, kinda light breeding kink, masturbation, mentioning of sex toys and voyeurism, mentioning of problematic birth

UNBETA'ED! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Credits: pics for the header from pinterest.

I don't own Walter Marshall (unfortunately)

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I'm sure it wasn't so stressful with Faye when she was a baby. She was a whirlwind, challenging her mum and me 24/7 as soon as she was able to walk but I'm pretty sure in the first year she was a little angel, not doing much more than sleeping, eating and lulling us into a false sense of security, making us think the peace would last forever.

Maybe it's gonna be the other way round with our little maybug. A chaotic first year and all the peace afterwards.

We've been on an emotional rollercoaster ride for almost two years now. Y/n stopped taking the pill shortly after our engagement and a few months before our wedding. I couldn't wait to get her pregnant, our sex life was great at that time, we did it as often as possible, having the time of our lives, enjoying each other and our deep connection. When my little bumblebee finally surprised me with a positive pregnancy test after 8 months of very intense trying, we were both beyond happy and completely over the moon and besides the usual pregnancy-related worries and difficulties everything went well.

That was until y/n went into labor and suddenly everything turned out to be very different from what we both had wished for. There was no calm atmosphere, no peaceful water birth but a lot of stress and anxiety instead when unexpected complications occured. I wasn't solid as a rock for her, I was a nervous wreck and very disappointed in myself but my wonderful wife was incredibly tough, fighting to be strong for both of us with fierce determination. She was no bumblebee that night, she was a hornet. In the end she had an emergency c-section and our little boy was born after almost 24 hours of labour on a mild Saturday night in May. When we finally held this perfect, beautiful little bundle of life in our arms all pain and fear was forgotten and we cried together for joy and gratefulness.

Now, six months later, we're still very happy, enjoying our family life and our time together. I've stepped back from work a little, doing office work mostly, staying away from the time consuming major cases. It's hard sometimes to be condemned to just watch my colleagues working in the front-line but I know it's worth it. I don't want to make the same mistakes again, the mistakes that ruined my first marriage and jeopardized my relationship with Faye. Besides that y/n needs my support, although she would never admit it. Our little maybug suffers from colic and cries a lot so she's constantly sleep-deprived and on top of that she tortures herself with self-reproach because breastfeeding didn't work and our baby son only gets formula, which -in her eyes- is the reason for his regular pain. She's constantly stressed out, tense and oversensitive and we fight over the most silly things.

When she had a nervous breakdown the other day because she hadn't managed to cook dinner for me after another night without sleep and a whole day of trying to calm down a crying baby in pain, I decided it was enough, that she needed a break, I needed a break and maybe even our little muffin needed a break from his worn out parents. So after y/n had a good cry on my shoulder, listening to my comforting words that made her relax a little, I made her her favorite sandwich, sent her to bed after she'd enjoyed it and took our little boy on a ride. He likes it when we drive around in my truck, the sonorous sound of the engine has a soothing effect on him and eventually he stopped crying and fell asleep, just as exhausted as his mom. I got myself a burger from the drive-through, ate it in the parking lot and I came up with an idea for a little treat for me and my wife.

And now here we are, sitting in the huge tub in the bathroom of a luxurious hotel suite in our hometown, just 20 minutes away from our little boy who's staying with y/n's sister for the weekend. It wasn't easy to convince my wife that he's going to survive one night without us and that we really need some time for us but now, after a romantic candle light dinner and a special treatment afterwards she really seems to enjoy our little escape.

"God, Walt...you were right, I needed this. The food was delicious and your massage worked wonders. Thank you so much, papa bear."

She's sitting in front of me in the steaming hot water that smells like tropical flowers, her body covered with lush foam, her back resting against my chest, her butt between my spread legs, pressing against my cock.

"Well, it wasn't a Tantra massage but I'm glad you enjoyed it anyway." I press a kiss on her hair and hug her from behind. "I enjoyed it too, by the way. My hands all over your wonderful backside, that was very sexy," I whisper in her ear before I start to caress her breasts while kissing her neck. Damn, I love her tits, even more now after the pregnancy. They are so soft, so welcoming and warm, plus they are bigger than before, perfect for burying my face in them or for a filthy boob fuck.

Y/n moans softly under my touch and I go on, determined to make this date night unforgettable. After a while I let one of my hands glide over her belly, that wonderful part of her body that has carried our child and that is so smooth beneath my rough palm. I feel the stretch marks she hates so much but I kinda love them. They're like a map that shows what she's been through and what the female body is capable of. For her it's a flaw, when I look at it I see nothing but strength. With that thought I slip my hand between her legs, stroking her pussy, my fingers gliding through her swollen folds, provoking one of these drawn, hoarse moans that always escape her mouth when she likes what I'm doing and that turn me on so much. She cranes her neck to look at me and I bent my head to kiss her. The kiss is slow and sensual, tasting sweet and promising. I moan into her mouth, one hand on her tit, kneading it intensely, giving her erect nipple some extra attention with my thumb, one hand on her pussy. I keep on stroking her clit while we make out and she moves her hips, rolling them slowly against my rock-hard cock.

"You like that, baby?" I want to know, panting into her ear.

"I like it a lot…", y/n sighs, bucking her hips. I know exactly what she wants.

"How about that?" I stretch my arm, shifting my position a little to penetrate her slowly with two fingers, brushing them against her g-spot with light pressure.

"Fuck...Walt…"

Her moans are getting louder with each thrust into her cunt, her hips moving rhythmically. I stimulate her clit with my thumb and I can tell she's close, putty in my hands, a whimpering, panting mess and I love it.

"Mommy's still my little whore, right?" I ask, my voice rough and thick with arousal and desire, my dick throbbing, pressed against her ass. "Look at you, riding my fingers like the good girl you are. I love how that feels…"

I fingerfuck her harder and it doesn't take her long to cum with a loud moan, my name on her lips on top of her orgasm. She rides it out slowly, breathing heavily and I give her some time to recover before I grab her by her waist, lift her up and make her sit down on my cock. I can't wait another second, I need to feel her from the inside, her tight pussy stretching around my thick dick. She sighs when she easily sinks down on it, starting to ride me immediately, eagerly, greedy. She's still hungry, ready for more, giving me a hard time to pull myself together. I'd love to just rail her, to thrust into her cunt mercilessly to reach my own high but what I want even more is to see her come undone again, to make her fall apart on my dick, milking it when she cums again. So I hold her hips in a vice-like grip, pressing her down and she stops moving, waiting for me to take over. I let go of her hips and fuck her slowly, thrusting into her from underneath, caressing her tits, showering her shoulders with sloppy kisses.

She follows the rhythm and the pace I set and we both moan in unison. She reaches between her legs and starts touching herself which turns me on even further. I love watching her when she pleasures herself. She was a little hesitant about in the beginning of our relationship but when I even bought her some toys, she believed me that it was okay to masturbate in my presence, that it drove me absolutely wild to watch her, that I would fuck her like a predator after seeing her cum just by the touch of her own hands, using the toys I had chosen and allowed her to use. Today is no exception. Her soft moans and appreciative sighs are music to my ears and as soon as I fix my eyes on her fingers that circle her clit, while she strokes the shaft of my pounding cock with her other hand, I lose my shit.

I press her against my body and fuck her so hard and fast that the water spills all over the edge of the tub. She comes again shortly after I orgasm with a noise that's half grunt and half growl, arising deep from within my chest. My balls tighten and when I feel my cum shooting through my dick her pussy clenches around me and her body is trembling on top of mine. She cries out loud when I fill her up with my seed and I'm sure she knows that I imagine breeding her, when I keep on thrusting lightly, not pulling out even after we've both come down from our highs and my hard-on softens.

I know we still have to wait a few months till she gets pregnant again because her body needs time to heal but I guess it doesn't hurt to practice as often as we feel like it and to dream of adding another little bug to our family.

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[adriennebarnes]

Grovel (alt. Ending)

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Walter begs for forgiveness after he did something that would put his relationship to the test

Warning: CHEATING, spelling and grammar errors, NO HAPPY ENDING, angsty

A/N: For those who believed Y/N forgave Walter too easily, here’s an alternate ending so if you want to read it all over again or just skip to the end, you’re more than welcome to @leyannrae @idontknowwhatnametochoosee

Walter Marshall thought that after his divorce with Angie, he was not going to find someone else. He believed he came with a lot of baggage because he is a homicide detective, that was until he met Y/N, a nurse.

Y/N was the one that treated Walter's bullet wound when he was on the Simon case and when he sees her in a bar a month later, they hit it off and went on 5 dates before Walter decided to ask her to be his girlfriend.

5 years later, they are still together and Y/N has moved into Walter's house and they are so happy and in love.

Until tonight

It all started 3 days ago, it was 4 in the afternoon and Y/N was getting out of the hospital. Her car was in the shop and Walter said that he would gladly drop her off and pick her up. 10 minutes later, Walter picked her up.

"Hello, darling, how was your shift today?" Walter asked, pulling out of the hospital parking lot.

"It was good, a little tiring, but nothing a cuban coffee can't fix. How was your day, Oso?" Y/N asked.

"Stressful as fuck." Walter muttered.

"You're still on that case?" Y/N asked.

"Yes. We have no leads, it is like this guy is always three steps ahead and its pissing me the fuck off." Walter huffed out. Y/N took his hand in hers and rubbed her thumb over his hand in an attept to soothe him.

"You'll get this guy, i'm sure of it." Y/N said.

When they got home, Y/N saw the folders, clue board, everything that Walter had in his office at the police department was in his living room.

"You're working from home?" Y/N asked.

"I figured it would be better to focus all my attention on this case so I brought some of the files home, i hope that's okay." Walter said, sitting down at the table to look over things he might have missed with this case.

“Yeah it’s fine, Oso, that’s your job. Just don’t work too hard, okay? Sleep is not for the weak.” Y/N says.

“I know, love, I won’t turn into a zombie.” Walter said and they kissed.

Which brings us to tonight, Y/N took an Uber home because Walter’s phone was turned off. When Y/N entered the house, she found Walter drinking coffee in the living room, the same way she left him this morning and the day before.

“How was your day, Walter?” Y/N asked. Walter ignored her, writing notes on the case. “Well, my day was good, I worked with some of the pediatric patients, el día fue súper leve.”

“Y/N, I’m trying to work here.” Walter said.

“I see that, but you haven’t moved from this spot. Have you eaten? La estufa sigue igual de limpio, have you been living off coffee?” Y/N asked. Walter stayed silent. “Okay, fine, did you buy what I asked you to get?”

“You said I haven’t moved from this spot so clearly I haven’t gotten what you asked for.” Walter snapped, looking up from the table.

“No me hables así, eh, ni siquiera mi papá le habla así a mi mamá, Don’t try me, Walter.” Y/N said as she walked to the kitchen.

“Ugh, even Angie wasn’t such a bitch.” Walter muttered and Y/N stopped to turn around.

“You know what, you’re stressed, you haven’t eaten, you’re probably sleep deprived, let me just cook and we can talk after you take a nap, okay.” Y/N said but Walter then slammed his hands on the table.

“I am not a child, Y/N, you don’t have to smother me, and you are most certainly not my wife so stop acting like it.” Walter raised his voice and Y/N widened her eyes.

“I May not be your wife but I am your girlfriend, and I deserve to be respected, Walter.” Y/N said.

“I am not going to sit here and be nagged by you, I’m going out.” Walter huffed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Y/N shouted.

“Out! Are you having trouble hearing me more than usual?” Walter asked as he left the house, closing the door behind him.

“Ugh, me encabrona!” Y/N shouted. This was their first big fight. Y/N calmed down a little and she wanted to cry because she just drove her boyfriend out of his house.

Walter sat in his truck to calm down a little. “FUCK!” Walter shouted, hitting his steering wheel. He drove somewhere he thought he would stop visiting after Faye went away to college; Angie’s house.

Walter rang her doorbell and Angie opened the door in Jeans and a sweater.

“Walter? What are you doing here? Faye doesn’t come back until spring break.” Angie said.

“I know, I came to talk to you.” Walter said.

“You should have called, this isn’t a good time.” Angie said.

“I think I messed things up with Y/N.” Walter said. Angie sighed and moved out of the way so Walter can come in. Angie walked to the couch and patted on the empty space next to her.

“Tell me everything. Y/N seems very sweet, kinda young, but she’s a good person, what the hell did you do?” Angie asked him

“I’ve been too focused on this case that i forgot to pick her up from her job since they are working on her car, I yelled at her, basically called her a bitch, and disrespected her. She just wanted to to take care of me, to stop me from getting burnout, and I yelled at her and disrespected her. Saying that she should stop acting like she’s my wife.” Walter said. His eyes were tearing up.

“Wow, that’s a lot to unpack.” Angie said.

“Why did we get a divorce, Angie?” Walter asked.

“Why are you asking me that?�� Angie asked.

“Was it me? Was I the problem?” Walter asked. Angie looked at him, saw that Walter looked practically broken.

“Listen, Walter, we got married in our early 20s. We were young, we weren’t going to last anyway. You tried your hardest to make me happy, and i was happy with you for a while. You are a great father to Faye, you put your all in our relationship, but you are also a workaholic.” Angie said softly. “It’s not a bad thing, you’re a cop, someone has to get the bad guys, right? I couldn’t handle that because I’m not used to it. But Y/N is a nurse, right? A nurse and a cop, what could be better than that? She knows the heavy workload you have because she has the same.”

“So what you’re saying it that I pushed away the one person who could possibly understand me.” Walter said.

“Sorta. You shouldn’t have yelled at her, she was just trying to get you to relax and eat, God knows how much I tried to get you to eat back when you were still on the SWAT Team.” Angie said.

“My job is stressful, Angie, you know that.” Walter said.

“And so does she. I’m sure you’ll make it right.” Angie said. Then Walter’s stomach growled and bleh of them laughed.

“Yeah, Y/N wasn’t lying when she said I was living off coffee, do you have anything to eat?” Walter asked.

“I Can order us takeout. You want Chinese, Italian, or Latin food?” Angie asked, holding out the menus she keeps in a kitchen drawer.

“Latin food.” Walter said, already missing Y/N’s cooking.

“You got it, detective.” Angie said.

While Y/N was drinking wine, eating ice cream, and watching movies that make her cry (for me it’s how to train your dragon, Beethoven, elemental, I’m a sensitive and emotion person, okay), Walter was getting nostalgic with Angie, eating and drinking.

"Remember that time you stayed up with me for a case when I just started working as a homicide detective?" Walter asked, eating a piece of chicken with his rice.

"Oh my god, yes, I was so tired, I think I crashed around 4am, I was exhausted at work." Angie said.

"I told you that you didn't have to stay up, but you were so stubborn and made us coffee after you put Faye to bed." Walter said.

"I had to support my husband." Angie said, taking a sip of wine.

More time went on, they finished the bottle of wine, and one thing led to another, Walter kissed Angie.

Y/N saw that the time was 10pm and Walter still hasn't come home yet. She got off the couch and unlocked her phone to call Walter, it went to voicemail after a few rings.

"Hey Oso, please come back home. We both have said some things, you mostly, but I really want to talk about this, I'm sorry if I nag you, that is not my intention, I just love you so much and I want you to take care of yourself, bye." Y/N left the voicemail and went to the bedroom she shared with Walter and Walter and Angie were too busy undressing each other on their way to her bedroom to notice his phone vibrating on the kitchen counter.

Walter lied awake in bed, with Angie by his side, Angie was asleep, both were naked.

“What have I done?" Walter wondered out loud in a whisper. He tried to sleep but every time he closed his eyes, he just sees what happened with Angie.

It was 8 in the morning and Y/N did not have to go in for work. She went downstairs and Walter still wasn't back home. Meanwhile Walter was putting his clothes back on.

"This never should have happened." Walter stated, zipping up his pants.

"You think I'm thrilled we slept together? I'm married! I'm just happy he has a business trip in Boston." Angie said, putting on her bathrobe.

"Where is my phone?" Walter asked, looking throgh her bedroom.

"It's probably downstairs on the kitchen counter. Have a safe trip home, make up with Y/N, I'll see you when Faye comes back." Angie said. Walter went downstairs and turned on his phone. He saw a voicemail from Y/N. He played the voicemail and his eyes strated tearing up.

“I am such a wanker." Walter muttered. He walked out of the house and got into his truck to go back home. He saw Y/N’s car in the driveway. He spent a few mintues in his truck crying, thinking about how he should tell Y/N. Its worse if she finds out later so it is better to be truthful now. He got out of the car, walked into the house and saw Y/N making pancakes.

"Oso, you're back!" Y/N exclaimed, leaving the mixing bowl on the counter and walked over to him, pulling him into a hug. "Listen, I promise not to 'nag' you as much if you promise to take care of yourself. I am not trying to smother you, I just don't want you to burn yourself out, okay?" Y/N pulled away from the hug and saw that Walter's eyes were red. "Hey, whats wrong?" Y/N asked, she was about to wipe his tears when Walter took her hands in his and pushed them away.

“We need to talk." Walter said.

“Okay, can it wait?" Y/N asked.

“No, it can't." Walter said. Y/N looked at him, his face was serious. She nodded and took off her apron, followed Walter into the living room and sat on the couch. Walter had her hands in his. "Something happened when i left. But I'm letting you know now that it meant nothing and that I completely regret it."

“Walter, you're scaring me, what did you do?" Y/N asked, her voice breaking as her eyes became glassy.

“I drove to Angie's house. I needed clarity, I just fought with you and I know i messed up really bad but I didn't know if it would have been the end. I asked Angie why we got divorced, I asked if it was the problem with our argument." Walter said, carefully looking at Y/N's reactions to his words. "She came to the conclusion that you and I are perfect for each other and that I should be more open to accepting your help, that I was pushing you away. We were reliving our good moments, we were eating drinking, and then we..." Walter was cut off by Y/N putting her hand up.

“You slept with your ex wife?" Y/N asked.

"Yes.” Walter admitted.

“You slept with your ex-wife after she told you that you and I were practically perfect for each other?” Y/N asked again.

“Yes.” Walter whispered. Y/N nodded and took her hands out of Walter’s, she walked to the kitchen and Walter trailed behind her. He observed how she picked up the mixing bowl and continued to mix the batter before turning on the stove and pouring the mix with a ladle onto the pan. “Say something, anything.” Walter said. Y/N remained silent until she finished making pancakes and the mixing bowl was empty.

“You wanna know what I did when you left me in our home? I cried because I had no idea where you were going. I was drinking wine and purposely watching movies that I know will make me cry because you were gone for hours and didn’t send me a text to let me know you were alright. We never had a fight like this, Walter, Never, in our 5 years of dating. And the first thing you do is go to your ex-wife’s house? After you told me that Angie wasn’t as much as a bitch as I was? Do you see how messed up that is?” Y/N asked Walter with tears in her eyes.

“It didn’t mean anything, Y/N, I swear.” Walter said.

“Oh please Walter, you guys were married for what, 9 years? You loved each other, Walter. Maybe you still love each other, I don’t know. What I do know is that feelings were involved, Walter. It’s is different than sleeping with a random woman, which I would still be angry about by the way. You cheating on me with Angie is much worse than a random hookup.” Y/N explained, trying to hold on her tears.

“It was a mistake, Y/N, we were drunk.” Walter said.

“Oh, you were drunk, I guess that makes it better, then.” Y/N commented sarcastically. “Me vale madre if you were drunk or not, we were still together.” Y/N said.

“I can make it better, please. I’m sorry I hurt you, I shouldn’t have left you, it was bad judgment on my part.” Walter said, he was going to wrap his arm around her when Y/N moved away.

“Now is not the time Walter.” Y/N said.

“What happened to Oso?” Walter asked.

“You lost that nickname the minute you slept with Angie. The worst part about ALL OF THIS is that you needed her to tell you that we were perfect for each other. You needed confirmation from another person, you couldn’t just take my word for it. You didn’t want me to smother you? Well congratulations, Walter, I won’t be here to smother you anymore.” Y/N said, walking upstairs, Walter following suit. He saw her pull out a suitcase, she was packing.

“No, please don’t leave me, we have to talk about this, please.” Walter said. Y/N looked up to see Walter’s eyes, his once bright blue eyes were now dull.

“Fine, you want to talk, let’s talk. How was your night with Angie?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t understand.” Walter said

“Then let me help you understand. While I was home watching movies, you were fücking Angie in her house, how was she in bed? Is that clear enough?” Y/N asked kinda aggressively.

“I can’t answer that.” Walter stated.

“You’re the one who wanted to talk.” Y/N reminded him.

“It was different, you and I have always made love, Y/N. Angie was nothing compared to what we have.” Walter said. Y/N got closer to Walter.

“Had, Walter.” Y/N said, she finished packing her suitcase with her clothes, towels, and toiletries. She got the suitcase and started walking downstair, opening the front door, Walter trailed behind her. “You finally did it, Walter, you pushed me away, I hope you’re happy.” Y/N gave Walter his key back.

“What can I do to fix this? Fix us?” Walter asked.

“I just need time. I can’t sleep in the same bed with you or stay in the same house with you knowing that if we have another fight, you’d go to Angie, that you slept with Angie. The day I moved in, you promised me that you’d never hurt me and I believed you, guess we were both wrong.” Y/N said. She left and closed the door. Walter immediately broke down crying on the floor, he messed up big time.

Y/N entered her car and called one of her friends from the hospital.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up, how’s your weekend?” Her friend asked.

“Hey Blair, um, I was wondering if I can stay at your house for a few days or a few weeks.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, babe, stay with me as long as you need, okay? You sound like you’ve been through it. Go over to my house, I’ll call Seth and let him know, okay. Love you, bye." Blair hung up and Y/N but Blair's address on her phone and drove to her house. She saw Blair's husband, Seth, outside the house with the door open, along with two kids playing in the front yard with a cavalier king charles spaniel. Y/N parked her car in the driveway and got out.

"Y/N, its so nice to meet you, you need any help with your bag?" Seth asked.

"No, its fine, I got it." Y/N said. "How old are they?" Y/N asked Seth, entering the house.

"7 and 4. The dog is 2. We don't have the guest room set up so you will have to sleep on the couch tonight, is that alright?" Seth asked.

"Of course, I’m intruding. I will help with dinner and cleaning.” Y/N said.

“Sounds like a deal.” Seth said

Walter has been throwing himself into work since she left 4 days ago. Whenever there was an interrogation and the suspect would get testy, Walter took out all his anger on them. However, Commissioner Harper has had enough of Walter’s anger issues.

“Marshall, you can’t keep hulking out on the suspects/perps, we’ll get nowhere. Go home, you’re not coming back until you fix whatever problem you have going on.” Harper said. Walter huffed and walked out.

When he made it home and saw the picture of him and Y/N together, he decided it was time to get her back. He got in his truck, bought her favorite flowers, and went to the hospital she worked at. He got out of the truck and entered the hospital lobby.

“Hi, I’m Walter Marshall, I’m here to see Y/N L/N, she’s a nurse.” Walter said.

“Do you know what floor she’s working on?” The receptionist asked.

“Can’t you check?” Walter asked.

“She’s assigned to me 9th floor, here’s your visitor pass.” The receptionist said and Walter thanked her. He saw that a lot of people were waiting for the elevator so he decided to take the stairs. Luckily for him, this was light work compared to his SWAT training. He stopped at the 9th floor and walked to the nurse station.

“Hello, can I…oh it’s you.”

“Nice to see you too, Blair. Do you know where Y/N is?” Walter asked, lowkey out of breath,

“Why would I tell you? She’s devastated over his things ended.” Blair said.

“That’s why I’m here, to make things right. Where is she?” Walter asked again.

“She’s getting a translator from the supply closet.” Blair answered, pointing towards the door and Walter thanked her. He opened the door and saw Y/N in her light blue scrubs, her hair (down, braided, in a ponytail, up to you!), he closed the door and Y/N turned around.

“Walter, what are you doing here?” Y/N asked. Walter saw that Y/N had dark circles under her eyes, Y/N noticed the same thing about Walter. His hair was messier than usual.

“I came to win you back.” Walter says, handing Y/N the flowers.

“Flowers? You think you can fix everything with flowers?” Y/N said.

“No, but I think this might fix everything.” Walter said.

Walter got down on his knees in front of Y/N, looking up at her like he was worshiping a goddess, on his mind he was.

“Please forgive me, Y/N, you mean the whole world to me, these last few days have been utter torture, my house doesn’t feel like a home anymore, you brought light to my life, I am nothing without you.” Walter starts tearing up, voice breaking. “Please, baby, please forgive me, I made a terrible mistake, I admit that, you are someone that I can’t replace, no one, and I mean no one could replace you. You are so special to me, I am so lucky to have you, and I will worship the ground you walk on if you let me, please. I don’t know what I’ll do without you in my life.” When Walter was finished with his little speech, both of them were crying.

“Walter, get off the floor.” Y/N said softly. Walter got off his knees, dusting his pants off. “This can’t be easily fixed with flowers or a speech.’ Y/N said, handing Walter the flowers back.

“Then tell me how I can fix this, please. I don’t want to lose you, you want to throw away our entire relationship over one fight?” Walter asked.

“But that’s the thing, Walter, it is not just one fight. This isn’t the first time you take your anger out on me when you’re stressed because of work. And I’m positive that if we stay together, it won’t be the last. I can’t keep forgiving you if in a month or even a year you’ll do it again. You sleeping with Angie is the last straw.” Y/N said.

“You can’t possibly mean that.” Walter said.

“You are not ready for stable relationship. You clearly can’t communicate with me, I try to be patient with you, wait until you are ready to open up but..”

“I hate talking, you know that, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to talk to you. I love talking to you, about our days, about our dreams, talking to you is the best part of my day.” Walter tried to hold Y/N’s hands but she pulled away.

“That’s not the same, Walter. The point is that maybe we can get past this after some time, after some self reflection, but for right now, I need to get back to work so if you’ll excuse me.” Y/N said, pulling the translator with her, leaving Walter heartbroken in the supply closet. Blair enters the closer.

“It’s time for you to leave, Marshall. If you don’t, I’ll bring in security.” Blair said.

“I’m going. Tell Y/N I still love her.” Walter said.

“I’m not telling her shit, goodbye.” Blair said, practically pushing Walter out of the supply closet. Walter got out of the hospital and he got into his truck.

“Can’t believe she’s not coming home.” Walter said, leaning his head against the wheel.

Y/N and Blair were in the break room, Y/N crying softly.

“I know it was hard but its for the best. I would never forgive cheating, and you shouldn’t either.” Blair said.

“I know but we were together for 5 years, I moved in with him.” Y/N said,

“I’ll help you find an apartment near my house, pack, I’ll help you move on. Now actually eat your lunch, that’s why we’re in the break room.” Blair said.

Walter got home, left his keys on the table, and started looking around, memories of his relationship with Y/N came flooding into his mind. Their first kiss, when they danced in the living room, redecorated the bedroom, they baked alfajores, all their happy moments. Walter sat on the couch and cried, knowing he would never be as happy and he was with her.

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[captainsy-cookiemonster]

That’s Not What You Want to See When You Come Home

(gif and pic found on pinterest, gif credit @demivampirew)

Summary: just another period drabble, because there are not enough stories out there. this time including Walter. A little less fluffly and a little more angsty, but it fits him.

Paring: Walter Marshall x teacher!reader (2nd person pov)

Warnings: periods and blood, mentions of policework and things involved, a gun, i tried to build up suspense that’s a warning in itself, a different take on period stories, fluff at the beginning and end

Not your thing? don't read it. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

A/N: connected to Home For The Weekend , i’ll make a proper series out of these two someday. also, i started my period yesterday and felt the need to write this. not beta’d. The 'blood' on the mood board is wine, all good💗.

Word count: 1.1k

Title: That’s Not What You Want To See When You Come Home

Enjoy 💗 writers live off feedback and validation, so if you liked it, please consider leaving a comment and reblog💖

The day had started off better than it went. When you woke up, it was just in time to see Walter drop his towel, giving you a chance to admire your husband in his birthday suit before he'd go to work, to return home only late at night. You had hummed in approval and bitten your lip and when he noticed you were awake, he had marched over to your side and given you a searing kiss, a whispered "good morning, baby". While he finished getting ready, you dragged yourself out of bed to prepare some breakfast and coffee. You packed some lunch for Walter - the leftovers from yesterday.

After breakfast, he gave you one last goodbye-kiss and left.

Everything had turned around from that moment on.

It's your one free day and you had decided to relax. In the last weeks, months if you were honest, you had spent your free Wednesdays and your weekends grading papers and planning lessons. This week, your schedule allowed you a break.

Ironically, the start of your period falls on today. Fantastic. Not that it's surprising, you had felt it coming, your tracker had notified you, but that timing was just... impeccable.

It's a light flow, though, so you equip yourself for a that. It's the first day anyway... No heavy flow expected.

So you sit on the couch, wrapped in blankets and catch up with your favorite show, when it happens.

***

Walter comes home earlier than expected. Earlier than ever, really. It's early afternoon when he swings open the front door, expecting you to jump into his arms. But nothing.

When he steps into the living room, he finds the TV bright with Netflix' "Are you still watching?" written across it, a by now melted bowl of ice cream on the coffee table and...

The cream colored blanket soiled by a crimson patch crumbled on the ground. More red streaks splattered across it. And upon looking closer there’s some blood on the bowl as well.

Immediately, Walter switches from husband who just returned home to detective inspecting a crime scene. The panic he tried to fight making itself obvious when he draws his gun - in case someone is here. He curses himself for allowing his hands to shake, but he can't bring them to stop. For all he knows, his wife is missing, and there's blood in the living room. His experience makes him assume the worst.

He searches every room, quietly, his house now an unfamiliar place. Gun drawn and safety unlocked, he goes deeper into inside. Looking for any sign of what has happened here. It’s quiet, so damn quiet, when he reaches the top of the stairs.

His small study; empty, everything in its place.

Your study; your usual organized chaos, but no traces of anything happening here.

The bedroom; everything how he had left i-

A bloody t-shirt, dropped carelessly by the door to the ensuit bathroom. The t-shirt you had worn this morning. His t-shirt.

Panic clutches his heart with icy claws, a cold sweat making the gun in his hand a little more slippery than it should be as he raises it and inches his other hand to the doorknob. His shaky breath is drowned out by his own hammering heartbeat. What would he find in there?

Giving himself no time to even think up the possible scenarios what could have happened, he pushes the door open forcefully, making it slam into the wall.

***

Your day had been absolute shit, and now you almost had a heart attack, too. While you were sitting on the toilet lid, spreading your favorite lotion on your legs after your shower, the door bursts open and all you can see for a second is a large man aiming a gun at you.

You scream, shrill and loud – who wouldn’t?

Only a second later, you recognize the man as your husband, his face wild with worry, hands shaking.

“What the fuck, Walter?!” you yell when he lowers and locks the gun, putting it back into the holster on his hip.

He just stares at you in shock for a few seconds, before he catches himself. “What the fuck?! What the fuck did you do? I come home and everything is covered in blood and I can’t find you anywhere. And you ask me what the fuck?!” he yells, still utterly panicked.

You flinch at his booming voice, tears springing to your eyes. Damn those hormones! Realizing his mistake, Walter slowly steps towards you and pulls you off the toilet lid to cradle you in his arms. You immediately start sobbing into his chest, the shock, your hormones, the frustration all crashing down on you. He holds you and pats your head, whispering to you soothingly.

Once your tears ebb away, he pulls back to look at you.

“Baby, can you tell me what happened?”

You nod and get up, off his lap, to collect some clothes. You do that so you don’t have to look at him while you tell him. It’s embarrassing.

“My period started,” you explain in a small voice, slipping into a comfy sports bra back in your bedroom.

“And?” Walter asks, entering the room.

“You know it usually starts lightly for me. Well… not this time. Not really.” You slip into another of Walter’s t-shirts as you turn to face him. He gives you a puzzled look, still not understanding, really.

“I sneezed! It just… like ketchup! And my nose started bleeding, too! I… we can throw that blanket away… I’ll never get that stain out,” you sigh.

“Oh, baby, come here,” Walter laughs, arms wide open, waiting to hold you tight. Hesitantly, you hug him. You have no idea what’s so funny about this. “Oh fuck, when I got home and found the blood I expected the worst,” he sighs into your hair and hugs you tighter. “How about we go back downstairs and eat something while watching your show? Hm?”

“But you hate it,” you mumble into his sweater.

“Babe, I came home and thought you got murdered. I think I can endure watching a few episodes of your show.”

Done as said, a few minutes later, you’re sitting cuddled together on the couch, each with a plate and a sandwich, watching your stupid cop show while Walter has to bite his tongue not to complain about how unrealistic this is. And an hour later, he’s holding you while you nap on top of him, softly running his hands up and down your back, trying not to move too much while laughing as he watches the first season of your show, only to find it's quite entertaining, actually. Of course he’s never admit it to you.

                                  The End

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[birdlungg]

The Watcher - Part 1

Walter Marshall x reader

Warnings: smut, violence, gore, mention of rape, pregnancy, inaccurate police work, stalking. Characters are OOC but I do what I want

No body type or skin color mentioned, but reader does wear heels.

No Faye!

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He gets the call around 3:00am. Walter always answers as quiet as possible even though you wake up every time without fail. You’ve always been a light sleeper, unfortunately.

He heads into the bathroom to take a quick shower and you make your way to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. He finds you there pouring black coffee into a thermos before handing it to him with a smile.

He grabs your waist with his unoccupied hand and pulls you into a deep kiss. You bring one hand up to hold his scruffy cheek, and you scratch lightly at his beard as he pulls away.

“Come home in one piece?” You say as you always do. He nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he holds you against him.

He pulls away and heads to the door, grabbing his keys from the hook by the doorframe. You blow him a kiss as he closes and locks the door, and then you’re alone.

You take a sip of your own coffee before glancing at the clock on the microwave. 3:30 - you certainly weren’t going to be able to get back to bed, so you might as well answer some work emails while your up. You shrug and head into your home office to get a head start on your day.

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The address he’s given takes him to the parking of of an abandoned strip mall toward the edge of town. The red and blue flashing lights of the half a dozen or so police cars surrounding the crime scene are jarring at first given the late hour, but he ignores then and parks, making his way to the line of yellow police tape.

Chase is already there, talking with a police officer as she takes notes. Walter nods a thank you to the officer that lifts the tape for him and makes his way to the body in the middle of the chaos.

“What do we have?” He asks gruffly to no one in particular.

Chase ends her conversation the man and turns to Walter as a forensic photographer starts taking photos of the body.

“A woman, possibly late 20’s, early 30’s. She seems to have had her heart cut out of her chest,” she tells him. He crouched down next to the body as he slips on a rubber glove. Sure enough, the low cut dress the woman is in shoes a large gaping hole where her heart should be. It’s a clean cut with minimal tissue damage and bleeding.

“Who found her? He asks as he glances up at Chase. She flips back through her notes briefly.

“Couple of teenagers came out her to do donuts in the parking lot and drink. They saw the body and called it in.”

Walter nods, turning the body’s head left and right to assess the skin.

“It looks like she was killed before they took the heart.” He states. Chase nods in agreement and he slips the skirt of the dress the woman is wearing up passed her thighs. He hates doing this part, but it needs to be done.

“It’s doesn’t look like she’s been raped, but let’s have the ME run a kit just to be safe.” He tells the closest officer.

Walter grunts lightly as he gets up from his crouched position, watching as the bag crew brings a stretcher out. 

He takes one final look at the body, nodding to Chase before making his way to the car to head to the precinct. Time to ID the victim.

………………………………………………………………………………….

You wave to Nancy at the front desk as you head into the police department, smiling at officers as you go. You’re well known by everyone here. Most were surprised that the gruff detective Walter Marshall had a wife, and were even more surprised to find out that you were one of the sweetest people on the planet.

Not that any of them would admit it (especially not to Walter), but they all had a bit of a thing for you.

Eyes follow you as you make your way to the homicide department, smiling wide when you see Rachel at her desk, typing away at her computer. Walter is absent, and you set the bag of food you’re carrying on his desk, rummaging around for a moment before grabbing what you need.

Rachel hasn’t even realized you’re there yet, to preoccupied with whatever she’s working on. You tap on her shoulder lightly so as not to scare her, and offer her the wrapped sandwich with a smile.

“Hi, Rach. I brought you guys some lunch since I’m assuming you haven’t eaten yet. Is he here?” You ask sweetly, leaning against her desk. She smiles wide at you and takes the sandwich. Her stomach grumbles and you laugh at her as she sends you a playful glare. You’ve always been close, ever since she became Walters partner. She was worried at first that you would think of her as a threat to your and Walter’s relationship, but she was pleasantly surprised that you both his it off so quickly.

“Hey, beautiful! Thank you for the food. He’s in the back talking to the ME.” She unwraps her sandwich and takes a huge bite, groaning in happiness when she realizes it has her favorite toppings.

A hand suddenly reaches around you and grips your hip as a large body presses against your side. Your about to tell off whatever new kid decided to cop a feel when a whiskery pair of lips presses to your temple in a kiss before letting go. You smile widely as Walter releases you to sit heavily in his chair.

“Hi handsome! I brought you your favorite.” He groans in approval as he pulls it out of the bag, sending you an appreciative look before glaring at something behind you. You furrow your brows and turn around slightly, watching a young officer avert his gaze from you.

“Oh,” you say, turning back to Walter. “Do you think you’re gonna be home for dinner?” He leans back in his chair, one arm resting on the top of the back of the chair. His black sweater that he always seems to be wearing accentuates his burly figure and you look on appreciatively.

“Not sure yet. We’re still working on an ID for our victim, so I’m not sure when I’ll be finished here tonight,” he replies gruffly.

You nod in understanding, coming to stand behind him as you put your hands on his shoulders. He’s not always one for PDA, but he always welcomes your touch.

“That’s ok. Just keep me posted, ok?” He nods and you kiss his cheek lightly. I’ll see you when I see you. Bye Rach!” You wave to them both as you head out, feeling Walter’s eyes follow you.

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[georgiapeach30513]

What Are These

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Summary:  Marshall comes to pick up his son

Pairings:  Walter Marshall X Ex wife!Reader (Bitty Bean)

Rating:  umm

Warnings:  none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  650

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Owin Everett-Levinson Masterlist

You hear a knock on the door, and your son is already running to the front.  Opening the door wide, and he jumps in his dad’s arms giving him a big hug.  “Shep, why don’t you go pack while I talk to your mother.”

“Oooh, you’re in trouble.”

“No, she’s not.  Just been too busy to talk to her.  Go on.  You’re staying with me a full week,” Sheply runs up to his room before Marshall ever takes a seat at the bar.  You go ahead and poor him a glass of fresh lemonade.  His eyes looking at the most recent artwork of your son’s on the fridge.  “So how’s it going?”

“Fine.”

“You like working for Mrs. Drysdale?”

“I told you last time that you asked it was fine and I enjoyed it.  So why don’t you say, what you really want,” you slide over the glass and sit across from him, and he offers you a big smile, mumbling out a nothing.  “You asked our son to go pack.  You wanted to talk to me privately, so talk.”

“Don’t give him the muffin,” you raise up an eyebrow at him confused.  “Not yet anyways.”

“Are we talking about a pastry or my muffin?  Because we’re divorced Marshall.  Whoever I give my muffin to, is my business.  When and if someone meets our son, that’s when it becomes slightly more your business.  But as long as we’ve known each other, I would hope that you would know, I have decent judgement on who meets Shep.”

“I was talking about both the pastry and your...muffin.”

“Just because you’ve worked for the family for years, does not mean that you know all about them.  Owin isn’t really a Drysdale.  You know why we didn’t work out, Walt?” those dark blue eyes roll up to meet yours.  “You were so consumed in that job, you couldn’t bother to come home to your wife and son.”

“They needed me.”

“The woman never left the house.  And when she did you were out in public for what?  An hour.  Admit you stayed, because they paid well.  That’s how you afforded us this house, and why you still won’t let me take over the mortgage.  And yes, I know it’s paid for now.  And I appreciate you being thoughtful towards our son.  We always get along, so don’t let the possibility of me going on a date ruin our relationship.  We were always better off as friends.  Our son is happier because we can be civil towards one another.  And before you ask, Owin isn’t aware of who I was married to, or even that I have a child.  He hasn’t got the muffin yet to know.”

“I’m sorry.  That was outta line.”

“You should date,” he rolls his eyes at you.  “You should.  You’re a great guy.  A good father, when you were there, a good husband.  You just need a woman to swipe you off your feet and make you want to shut off at appropriate times.”

“She’s gotta be able to put up with another family, and you, and Shep, too.”

“Ahh, the secret but not so secret family.  If it’s something you want, you could do it.  I don’t want to be single forever.  I want a life with someone.  I want more kids, and you don’t.  And let me worry about my muffins.  I’m also confused on how you know about the muffin deal?”

He laughs, his hand rubbing across his beard, “That family does not know how to be quiet.  Nothing about you, but Owin and the new girl that he’s got his eyes on.  And how she’s been making him chase, and he’s not had tail in months.  All because she won’t give him a blueberry muffin,” the ding of the oven goes off, and you pull out a batch of muffins.  Placing them in front of Marshall.  “What are these?” he asks you with a grin.

“Blueberry muffins.”

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[littlefreya]

Do you have any Henry the brat tamer fics?

Dooooo I? 😈 Well Brat might be my middle name, and you know who is a total brat tamer? This bloke  👇🏻

Brat Tamer Matserlist 

Henry

Morning Person Herny x Reader (Smut, dom/brat, cockwarming) Henry is a morning person, you, on the other hand, are the complete opposite and you’re being a major spoiled brat about this, so now he has to punish you.

Not now, Kitten - Henry x Reader (Smut, Dom/Sub, punish sex) Henry is busy building his new gaming PC, but you just woke up feeling extremely bratty and wanting his attention. Well, not you poked the bear.

It can’t wait - Henry Cavill x Reader (Smut, semi-public rough sex, MaleDom) Dirty rough elevator sex with Henry

Good Girl - Henry x OFC (ALL smut, male/Dom, punishfucking, public)   Henry is at the gym testing the new Glute Drive while his longing wife drops by to visit and decides to play a little wicked game of teasing.

Pretty when you Cry - Henry x OFC ( MaleDom, oral, breeding) Henry can be overprotective and asked his lady several times not to do her own dangerous stunts while filming. But she chooses to defy him and that’s gonna cost her.

It’s On - Henry x OFC (2nd person, smut, Henry’s revenge, bondage, teasing)  Henry gets revenge for being locked in the basement.  

Keep your eyes open - Henry x Reader (smut  Dom/Sub, mutual masturbation, facial, bodily fluids all over, mention of oral performed on a man.) 🎃 NEW 🎃 Henry makes you touch yourself while having you on a spreader.

AU MaficBoss Henry - Crystal Ship - Henry x OFC (Smut, WIP) A dangerous crime lord in England, who has everything he wants, but what really gets him off is what’s hard to get.

|Part 1|Part 2|  (part two more on the bratty vibes)

Drabbles

Don’t test me pet -  Henry x Reader (Suggestive)  

Henry angry-fucking you on the hood of his car - Henry x reader (smut)

Henry chasing you - Henry x Reader (Smut)

Cockwarming Revenge for lusting Capt. America  Henry x Reader (Smut)

Captain Syverson

Bad Girls Don’t Get to Play - Syverson x Reader (Explicit smut) You’ve been a naughty girl, Private, thirsty for the Captain’s attention while he’s busy leading the base. Time for you to learn some freakin’ respect and patience.  

And basically Lines in the Sand series

Drabbles

The Captain Spanking your ass because you are a brat (spanking)

Angry back-alley sex with the Captain - Syverson x OFC (Smut, angry sex)

August Walker

The Big Bad Wolf - August x OFC ( abuse of power, rough cage fucking, hatesex, unprotected sex, hinted breeding, risky creampie, possessive behaviour. On the safe side it’s borderline dub-con.) If there is anything August enjoys it’s breaking those who resist him. Now trapped in his little cage, the little bird has no where to fly to

Daddy’s Girl - August x OFC  (Explicit Smut, hatefucking)   She walks around pretending she is better than him. August is going to show her who is the king around here.

Drabbles

August finding his woman snooping (Dark! Implied sex)

Nagging August at Work - August x Reader (Smut)

Distracting August with yoga August x Reader (smut)

Walter Marshall

Overprotected  - Walter x OFC (Smut, maleDom, bondage sex) Walter doesn’t like his wife walking around late in a tight dress, he decides to show her who is in charge.

Discipline - Walter x OFC (Male POV, Smut, fingering, squirting MaleDom) Walter doesn’t like it when his woman is acting promiscuously.  

The Kitten and the Bear - Walter x OFC (smut, maleDom vs. Brat) - Collab with @wolvesandhoundshowltogether​​   After a night of drinking in town get Walter’s bratty wife ends up with pure chaos and the overprotective grumpy husband is having none of her shenanigans.     | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Geralt of Rivia

Little Red, Big Bad - Geralt x OFC (Smut, maleDom/Fem Sub) Don’t walk alone in the woods, and sure as hell don’t play with the big bad wolf because these fangs are sharp and will bite back.

Sherlock Holmes

Means to an End - Sherlock x Reader (Smut, ass smacking with a cane)   Sherlock punishes you for giving him an oral in public

Penny Dreadful - Sherlock x ofc (Smut, ass-smacking, primal play, rough-sex) Sherlock is cold, troubled and upset, his mind is fixed on cracking an unsolved murder. It’s the worst time to disturb him. But his hot-blooded little succubus wants to drag him into sin.

Drabbles

Sherlock fucking you over the pool table - Sherlock x Reader (smut)

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