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sillyrabbit81 · 2 years ago

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The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood

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

A reverse harem, biker AU.

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

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

Word Count: Approx. 3.3k

Warnings:

Series Warnings:

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

Part One Warnings:

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

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

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

I hope you enjoy it!

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

Masterlist

Parts Masterlist

Part Two

Lori

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

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

Thinking of my brother made me glance at Nate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hated it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dunno,” Hustle lied smoothly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be fair though, his gaze was practically that of a gentleman’s in this world so I let it slide and nodded back to him before lazily flopping on one of the leather sofas, hoping my casualness would hide my apprehension.

“What do you want, Nate?” I asked, hoping I sounded terse rather than worried.

“I need to talk to you about some things,” he said, sounding surprisingly level-headed considering the copious amounts of drugs he’s been taking. The words ‘functional addict’ crossed my mind.

“I’ve been here all day, hell, I’ve been around for nearly two weeks. You’ve had all that time to talk to me, now I’m tired and I want to go home. Can’t we talk about it tomorrow?”

“The contact only just got finalised,” he explained.

“A contract?” I shook my head. “No. You know I don’t want to know anything about—”

“This contract is about you,” Nate interrupted.

I blinked and looked from Nate to Out of Town to Hustle and back to Nate. “Excuse me?”

“For your protection,” Nate added.

“I’m not in the life, I don’t—”

“Neither was your mum, Babycakes,” Hustle said softly.

I felt a sudden chill at Hustle’s words. I could believe that in my brother’s drug-addled state he was being overprotective, or plain paranoid, but Hustle wasn’t prone to exaggeration.

Hustle had loved Mum and not in a way that was disrespectful. He seemed to admire her, respecting her fidelity and steadfastness. There weren’t a lot of women like Mum in the circle’s Hustle ran in. Most women wanted to play the bad boy game, they liked the danger of a biker, the excitement of an untameable man. Love was rarely long term, and Hustle knew that as well as anyone after three failed marriages.

It wasn’t just the women who didn’t stick around, most of the men couldn’t keep their cocks in their pants. Even Dad had been known to screw around on occasion while he was still married to Mum. It was the life and it was another reason I avoided it.

“You said she was collateral damage, you said she wasn’t a target,” I said to Hustle, unable to keep the accusation of dishonesty from my tone.

“New information has come to light,” Nate responded and I turned my ire towards him with a glower. He raised a finger at me and continued, “Specific threats against all our families. Most of the guys have already moved their women and kids out of state, and since I don’t have a woman or kids, the threat is on the last of my family. You.”

I knew where this was going now. The past two weeks had been intense and not just because of my parents death. Everywhere I went I needed permission from Nate and if he did let me leave, it was with Hustle or one of the other senior club members. I thought it was because of the cops or media attention.

“Fuck.” I dropped my head into my hands.

It’s not the first time I’ve had to leave the state. Hell, once a few years ago, Mum and I had to go to Canada and stay with a friendly club up there for three months. Anger boiled in me, I thought I was out, free from this shit. I should have known better, no one ever truly leaves the life.

“How long?” I asked.

“Until the threat is eliminated,” Nate said matter of factly. I could have smacked him.

“Fucking hell!”

“I’m sorry, Lori.”

I looked up at Nate. He never apologised and although it seemed genuine, it didn’t diminish my anger. He obviously felt guilty about something and I wondered how much to blame he was for what was going on; how badly he had fucked up? However, the appearance of regret in Nate’s eyes was fleeting, and he became cold and business-like again.

“This is Syverson,” Nate pointed to Out of Towner, “His club specialises in protection. You’ll be going with him to their clubhouse just outside of Dallas and waiting it out with them.”

“Texas? Across half the fucking country? Come on, Nate, really? I thought you meant New Mexico or California.”

“It’s where I live,” Syverson finally spoke up.

His voice surprised me. He was a southerner and his drawl was subtle but it was there, and his tone was soothingly deep.

“We take long term protection cases back to the clubhouse. It’s secure and well fortified and more guys to share the load,” Syverson smiled at me. I suppose he meant for it to be reassuring, but it came across as patronising.

“You’ll leave tonight,” Nate said. “All the clubs leaving is good cover; no one will notice another biker and his old lady heading out.”

“Wait, we’re going on his bike? To Dallas? That’ll take a week!” My thighs and hips groaned at the prospect. That’s a long time on a bike and I haven’t ridden that far in years.

“Three days, if we make some headway tonight,” Syverson said and like a mind reader he added, “We’ll stop plenty to stretch your legs, sugar.”

I raised my eyebrows at ‘sugar’, but Nate didn’t blink. Hustle gave him some side-eye that Syverson caught but ignored. That was interesting. Despite never hearing of him before, for Hustle to let it go meant this guy, or his club, or both, had some serious clout.

Looking at the three men I could see no way out of this; my shoulders slumped and I gave up. My parents were dead, my brother was a criminal and a drug addict, and I was being pulled back into a world I thought I had left behind. I wanted to cry, but I knew I couldn’t show any sign of weakness, so I stayed angry instead. I figured it would be better to give in and go with Syverson and try to worm my way home later. I knew Nate well enough that if I tried to fight him he wouldn’t be above handcuffing me to Syverson and basically allowing him to kidnap me.

I looked again at Syverson. He stared back at me, not trying to stare me down like a lot of bikers do, but as if he were trying to show me he had nothing to hide. His eyes didn’t waver as they held mine, no sign of shifty glances, no sign that he wasn’t who he appeared to be. He was either trustworthy or an extremely good actor. Not even my brother could look at me like that.

“I’ll have to go home, pack and change,” I said, waving a hand over my black dress. There was no way I could get on a bike in my tight pencil skirt and maintain any dignity. “You’ll let me do that, right?”

Nate grinned and nodded. “Hustle will drive you home in the van, Syverson will follow, get you packed and then you’ll leave tonight.”

Gritting my teeth I dipped my head to Nate. He returned the gesture and I saw again the brief look of guilt in his eyes. I glanced at Hustle, but he was already walking out the door.

I followed Hustle and Syverson through the clubhouse and got into the van, barely registering what was going on. I had too many thoughts in my mind and I was already mentally making a list of what to pack. I knew I’d have to pack light, bikes weren’t exactly ideal for hauling luggage.

I clenched my fists in frustration as Hustle drove out of the compound. Three days on a bike, plus God only knows how long I was supposed to be at the clubhouse. There was no way I’d have enough space for all the clothes and other things I would normally take like books, my laptop and my hair straightener.

I sighed heavily and looked out the window. It was already dark and I was a little hungry, but my anger and nervousness masked most of the pangs I felt in my belly.

“It's going to be okay, Babycakes,” Hustle said, confidently “The Club’s been through shit like this before and we’ve come good.”

“Back when you had Dad,” I pointed out, “He always had a cool head for situations like this.”

“Hook’s is up to it.”

“Yeah? Think he’ll lay off the coke long enough to think rationally? It was probably something dumb he did to get the Club in the shit in the first place.”

“Babycakes,” Hustle said with a warning tone in his voice.

“Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me he didn’t fuck with the wrong guy or get too greedy. Tell me exactly why I’m being shipped off?”

“You know I can’t tell you that.”

“Of course not. I’m just a fucking mushroom y’all keep in the dark and feed me shit.”

Hustle chuckled and I stared daggers at him, crossing my arms and raising my eyebrows.

“You’re cute when you get angry, Babycakes.”

“Fuck you,” I growled, but my lips twitched and I had to suppress a grin, Hustle was just too damn likeable.

I stared out the window again and saw in the side mirror that a single headlight was following us. It must be my ride.

“What do you know about him?” I tilted my head towards Syverson riding behind us. “Do you know anything about him?”

“Supposedly ex-military, but that's just a rumour. They're all supposedly ex-something, but…” Hustle shrugged.

“No one knows?”

Hustle shook his head.

“Do you know anything about the club, The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood? I’ve never heard of them.”

“Not much, except that they’re small, selective and secretive. They’ve got a good reputation, powerful despite their size, specialising in protection and a few other things.”

I nodded slowly. It didn’t make sense to me that a small nonaffiliated club from halfway across the country would take me in. Always before when I was sent away, it had been to a branch of my fathers club, or one they were heavily associated with. It must be costing Nate a fortune for the club to work with him.

“It’s bad isn’t it, Hustle?” I asked softly, feeling a small spike of fear working its way into my gut.

“Just do what they tell you to and you'll be fine, Babycakes.” Hustle laid a gentle hand on my knee and gave me a fatherly pat before putting his hand back on the wheel. “They’ll take good care of you. They’re to be trusted.”

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its--fandom--darling · 4 years ago

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1K Follower Celebration!

So to celebrate hitting 1,000 followers, I’m hosting a little writing celebration! Below are varying prompts, entries can be as small as 500 words and as long as you want! You can write for any Henry Cavill, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Pedro Pascal as well as any of their characters! I’ll leave it open ended as deadlines are unnessecary stressors and this is meant to be fun! Just shoot me an ask to claim the prompt and I’ll put your name down for it! If the prompt you want is claimed, it can be still be used as long as you are writing a different character. When you post tag #Allie’s1kcelebration and tag me in the post! Also if you’re not a writer, feel free to make a moodboard for one of the prompts and use the same hashtag!

Once again, I want to express just how grateful I am for everything single one of you. I love you all so much! Good Luck and Happy Writing!

Prompts Below:

AU Prompts:

Coffee Shop!AU - @its--fandom--darling w/Captain Syverson, @sif-the-tsunami w/Henry Cavill

Soulmate!AU - @beck07990 w/Henry Cavill

Royalty!AU - @forever-rogue w/Frankie Morales

Stripper!AU - @connieisland w/Walter Marshall

Fake Dating!AU - @nyasiaaaaa w/Javier Pena

High School Reunion!AU - @luna-aestas w./Captain Syverson

Librarian!AU

Book Store!AU - @ronalduswanson w/Steve Rogers

Rival!AU - @salimahbicharara-comun w/Din Djarin

Teacher/Professor!AU - @zealoushound w/Walter Marshall

-from @alternateuniverseotp

Dialogue Prompts:

smut:

"You don't have to be gentle with me, I don't break easily." @connieisland w/Walter Marshall

"When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me."

"Do you need me to finger you first?" @littlefreya

"I can't wait to be on my knees for you later."

"You'd better watch your fucking mouth." @connieisland w/Walter Marshall

"I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it."

"Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?"

"It's okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I'm between your legs." @zealoushound w/Walter Marshall

"You know, there wasn't a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in."

"I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth." @salimahbicharara-comun w/Din Djarin

"Say my name over and over again and, once you think you've said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who's making you feel good."

"Open your mouth."

"Are you going to be good from now on?"

"If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat." @nyasiaaaaa w/Din Djarin

You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up." @cavills-little-princess /Captain Syverson

-from @palettes-and-prompts

angst:

“Am I the reason you cry every night?”

“Which part of me wasn’t enough?” @littlewrenofrivia w/August Walker

“Are you satisfied now...?”

“Did you expect this to turn out better?”

“How do you sleep at night?” @connieisland w/Walter Marshall

“When did things fall apart?”

“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”

“Why are your eyes so red?”

“Is that what you think of me?” @connieisland w/Walter Marshall

“If I told you I hate you, what would you do?” @littlewrenofrivia w/August Walker

“Should you be drinking that much?” @poledancingdinos w/August Walker or Sy

“What would you do if I didn’t come back?” @mary-ann84 w/august walker

“And that makes it okay?”

“Will you miss me at all?” @sillyrabbit81 w/Captain Syverson!

“Are you leaving?”

- from @prompt-dealer

fluff

“I’m really happy that you’re here with me.” @mary-ann84 w/Henry Cavill or one of his characters

“I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone this much before.”

“I feel like I’m in the clouds when I’m with you.”

“You are being extra sweet today.” @its--fandom--darling w/Captain Syverson

“I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt.” @the-soot-sprite

“My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature.”

"I'd kill for you, not like a lot of people. Maybe like six or seven, but that's definitely more than I would kill for myself!"

"Hey! I may be a dumbass but I'm your dumbass!"

“No one else can compare to your loveliness,”

“I’ll keep you warm. Hold me closer.” @henrythickcavill w/Henry Cavill @mary-ann84 w/one of henrys characters

“If you keep kissing my face like that I’ll have to retaliate.” @ronalduswanson w/Steve Rogers

“Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you.” @connieisland w/Walter Marshall

“Does this kiss tickle~? Haha. Why are you laughing so much?”

“If you keep kissing my face like that I’ll have to retaliate.”

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together. -@sillyrabbit81 w/Henry or Sy

- from @idreaminelectricblue, @alloveroliver and @drink-it-write-it

one word prompts:

aeipathy (n.) - an enduring and consuming passion @madbaddic7ed w/Character TBD

brumous (adj.) - of grey skies and winter days; filled with heavy clouds or fog @sif-the-tsunami w/Henry Cavill

commuovere (italian, v.) - to stir, to touch, to move to tears

convivencia (spanish, n.) - living together, in the sense of living or working closely with other people with whom you share feelings, desires, or a common purpose

hiraeth (welsh, n.) - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past

kalopsia (n.) - the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are

retrouvaille (french, n.) - the joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation; rediscovery

fervent – adj. strongly and sincerely felt

kenopsia – n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet @hope-to-hell w/August Walker

vellichor – n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time

serendipity – n. the chance occurrence of events in a beneficial way @shy-violet-soul w/Geralt of Rivia

nighthawk – n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night, that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep @feralrunaway w/Sy, Walter and Mike

-from @crescendo-for-survival and @timobeechalamet

#Allie's1kcelebration #follower celebration #writingchallenge

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mistress-of-ward · 4 years ago

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The Bad One: Chapter 2

Warning: implied smut

Summary: You are at the police station, but you aren't sure if Officer Walter Marshall or Daddy has you.

Your heart is in your throat as Walter parks behind the police station. He turns off the ignition, and you move to open the door. “Thanks, I’ll just—"

“Don’t fucking move.”

You freeze. You think about it. You’re small compared to him so you have to be faster, right?

“Don’t—"

You push the door open and try to run. You feel the night air nip at your bare legs, and you realize that you should have changed into gym shoes instead of these slip ons that you had on when the house got shot up. Suddenly you realize how heavy your backpack is. You hear his steps, and they sound light. You try to get to the end of the parking lot but you suddenly feel your backpack being grabbed and when you try to slip out of it you are swung around, his hold on you at your arms. His hands slide down as you are caught in his blue gaze.

“Don’t do that again, little one—”

“I am not your—” you feel his hand close around your wrist, and you look at it, trying not be breathless trying not to remember how he caught your wrist once before, and he pushed you against the wall as he ground hard into you from behind.

“No?” he dares softly, tilting your chin up to meet your gaze with his other hand. “Please give me a reason to cuff you in my jail. Please.”

Unwanted moisture gathers between your legs as you stare into each other’s eyes. You want to say it. You want to call him what he is, but you won’t. You swallow hard. You’re trapped in so many ways and it isn’t fair.

He leads you into the station, and you look around as people stop what they’re doing. His presence is powerful, a wave that takes over the room. Officers look up awaiting orders from him, perps aver their eyes. You are put in a chair at his desk none too gently. You look at him and you see that his dark look commands that everyone go about their business and slowly the place goes back to normal. You’re not getting out of here unless he allows it. The phrase “my jail” suddenly takes on a different meaning.

“I know you’re in trouble,” he says, looking at you.

“Yeah, I am now, being taken away by a cop!”

“I saved you back there, so don’t give me that shit, okay?”

“You dragged me—”

“I got you out of there!” his raised voice got the attention of some people nearby and he didn’t care.

“Walter?”

My gaze swung around to the female voice. You read the name tag: Rachel Chase. Well, Rachel is more than professional, you realize. Her eyes told it. She wanted him.

“Do you need any help?” Rachel asks.

“No,” you both say and look at each other.

“Walter, may I talk to you for a minute—“

He ignores her outright, and grabs your hand. “Going to Room three.”

“Walter-!”

“Stay out of it.” He growled, almost dragging you away.

You look at her for help, but she, like everyone else, is under his command. You are heading down the hall…way down the hall, almost to the back of the building. Your stomach is churning and your heart is thudding in your ears as your slip-ons do nothing to stop him from pulling you away from everyone. The building is getting quieter, more far away. You look from his broad shoulders to the shrinking entrance to the main room. You struggle to pull away from his grip, but his hand becomes a vice.

You take a deep breath trying to think. You are in a police station, you tell yourself. You are safe from Derek right now. You are safe from the cops because they want no trouble. The problem is your mind, heart and maybe even your soul are not safe from your somewhat estranged lover. You hear quick steps and look back to see more men coming. You realize they will be on the other side of the glass, like in every cop show, right? You relax. You can handle this now…you hope. You can’t believe you’re in this mess. You were just going on a regular date with someone whom I thought was a regular guy. Gosh you were a stupid idiot. A clang on the desk you’re sitting at jolts you from your thoughts.

“Alright I got some questions for you.” Walter sits down across from you leaning back, his legs spread for good reason.

Your eyes fall quickly to his muscular thighs, even in jeans you can see the definition of his knees. Looking up you meet his cold stare and say, “ I don’t know what to tell you.”

He moves forward and folds his hands on the table. “How do you know Jensen?”

You sigh and look around the room, snapping, “I don’t gotta answer your questions, you cant keep me here.”

There is a silence and his eyes don’t leave yours. “I can keep you here for 48 hours, you don’t ‘gotta’ answer my questions but I will get it out of you, slut.” He says with a smile. Placing the badge down on the table, keeping that smirk, he whispers, “my slut.”

You gasp, “Oh God, no.” You watch him take the badge back in his other, hand placing it in his pocket turning to the mirror he sighs. Walter walks out the room and you hear murmurs, then a very distinct, “GET OUT!” You watch the officers walk out one by one but the girl Rachel stays and is arguing

*************

WALTER POV

“Get out, Rachel.”

“This isn’t right.”

“Rachel, I have no time for this.”

“This-this is more than just a case isn’t it?” she asks. “Isn’t it?”

I only stared.

She got up and finally left. I turned off the cameras, closed the door and took a breath.

Baby girl was testing my patience, but oh I loved it cause she’s getting what she wants. Watching her eyes roam my body, I felt the heat in them touching me with her stares. I had to get her alone, just us, then I get her to understand the only I know how to keep her safe. She won’t listen to me until I make her. Did she just say she doesn’t know what to tell me? She must be joking. My eyes won’t leave her they can’t, they don’t want to. Whatever information she has on Jensen, I can use it to take care of her, she already has a clean slate done no wrong. All I want to do is get rid of Jensen for good and away from my baby girl. FUCK!!! Why doesn’t she understand!! SHIT!!

I walked to the interrogation room and stood in the doorway. She looked so alone and scared, but she still had her wits about her. Those had to go, they weren’t going to help her now. She looked up, her eyes locking with mine, and I watched her chest start to rise and fall quickly. I stepped in and closed the door behind me. She can be kept here for 48 hours and she will answer my questions, if not as Detective Marshall, then definitely as Daddy. I watched her mouth slightly part and I could tell she knew the game had changed.

My eyes not leaving hers, I took off my gun and dropped it on the floor, kicking it into a corner. I removed my badge and threw it there as well. I could smell her fear and her heat, strengthening my resolve and lust. As far as I was concerned, this was a bedroom. My eyes dropped to her knees, which she closed, and I smirked.

Okay, you wanna play, little one? Daddy will play.

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sugar.

Summary: Walter Marshall gets a new neighbor. And she is a bit more than he bargained for. (yes I am aware this is a Fall Out Boy song Sugar, we’re going down, no it was not intensional)

It’s not my fault. I really don’t mean to stare.

Or grab the bottle of wine while taking a seat facing the window. Watching as my handsome neighbor paces in his kitchen, running a hand threw his hair.

Popping the cork, I settle in my seat, bottle poised at my lips.

In the three months I have lived here, I have yet to actually meet the man. But, according to his mail that I sometimes get, his name is Walter.

Though, I haven’t made a point to go visit him and introduce myself.

Not that I could, we seem to be operating on different schedules. He is away when I am home, and I can only guess he is home when I am away.

I wonder what he does for work to have such odd hours.

Maybe he’s a spy? He does look to be in good shape.

Oh, spicy.

Tipping the bottle, I tilt my head to the side, watching as he bends over to do something.

Even from a distance, the man has a fine ass.

“If he’s straight, and has an ass like that, Imma be pissed.” I whisper into the bottle, taking another swallow.

I wonder what they would feel like. Gripping them in my hands as he fucks me.

A shiver goes down my spine at the thought. A lazy smile on my face as I continue to watch him.

Standing back up, he bends over again, grabbing something off the table. He looks frantic, moving things this way and that. Papers flying everywhere.

Finally, he straightens, holding something in his hand. I see his head move, but I can’t tell anything farther from that.

He dashes out of the room. I hear a door slam, another door open, the roar of an engine and another slam.

Well, I guess he found what he was looking for. And I now lost my view.

Damn. I even pulled out the good wine.

~~~

By the time I head out for work the next morning, he is still not home.

I hope he is okay.

The entire drive to work, I can’t help but think something bad happened. He left in such a rush. But the news doesn’t say anything about an accident or anything. Well, other than that the police captured the man that has been terrorizing the city for the past week.

“Hey, Charlie, how are you?” A voice calls out, pulling me from my thoughts. Looking up I see my boss, Peter walking up to me.

“Hey, Peter. I’m good. How are you? How was dinner last night?” I ask, knowing that he had a date with Susan in reception.

A blush takes over his face as he scratches the back of his neck. “It went okay. She is a little...adventurous.” he chuckles, looking at me, as if to see my reaction.

“Peter, I know we are cool, but I don’t need to know about your sex life.” I laugh as we step into the elevator together, ready to hide in our cave of monitors.

Working in the IT department of a multibillion-dollar company is so glamorous.

“Great friendships start with these kind of conversations Char. We could be amazing.”

“First, don’t call me Char, I’m not a stripper. Second, can we be friends? You are my boss after all.” I point out as the elevator dings and the doors open, his secretary and my friend, Scarlett standing ready.

“Hey, Charlie! Good morning!” She smiles as she hands a file to Peter before he could walk away. “I saw you, don’t think you can get away with not signing those! I’ll be in your office to collect them in fifteen minutes, old man!” She calls after him.

Peter just mumbles under his breath. Saying how he was going to fire her, like he does every week, and how he isn’t old, “I’m only 35.”

“Why do you do that to him?” I ask, setting my things at my desk, starting up my computer.

“Because he knows he’s hot shit so I feel the need to bring him down.” She says simply, sitting in my chair. “Men are trash, Charlie.”

In the three months I have lived here, Scarlett has been the biggest help and my greatest confidant. I don’t know what I would do without her.

“You are only saying that because when you try to seduce him he looks the other way.”

“No, I say that because he wants to fuck my best friend and I won’t have that.” She gives a pointed look.

I roll my eyes at her, “Peter does not want to sleep with me. I have told you this how many times?”

“Deny it all you want. But one day, he will ask you out. I know it!”

“I love you, Scar, but you are crazy in thinking that.”

She shrugs as she stands, “Crazy in a good way.” Flipping her hair, she flashes a smile, “Have you spoken to your neighbor yet?”

Now it was my turn to blush. “We can talk about it at lunch.” I mumble as she squeals.

“Can’t wait! See you at 12, babe!”

~~~

I flop on my bed, clothes and shoes still on, mind reeling. I can’t help going over mine and Scarlett’s conversation at lunch.

"So, you just watched him?” Her fork halfway to her mouth. “That’s kinda creepy.”

“I know, okay, but I didn’t walk into my kitchen with the intention of watching him. I was there. He was there. The wine was there.”

Scarlet just looks at me, an eyebrow raised.

“What? I didn’t do it on purpose! He is literally never home when I am, how was I supposed to know?”

“But you still stayed and watched him...”

“He has a great ass?” She looks at me, erupting in laughter.

“Fuck, I’m so creepy.” I mumble to myself, rubbing my face with my hands. With a groan, I drop my hands. “Okay, Charlie, you are going to get up, take off these heels, skirt and shirt, and draw a nice relaxing bath.” I hum at the thought. “With the good wine.”

Sitting up, I look around the room.

I should really finish unpacking.

I stand as I pull my hair from the evil confines of the rubber band holding it at bay. Kicking off my shoes next, I work the zipper of my skirt, letting it pool to my feet. I turn toward the bathroom, turning the faucet on and stopping the tub, watching as the water begins to slowly fill it.

“Oh, almost forgot the wine!” Walking out, I start unbuttoning my shirt, stopping only to reach for the bottle. “Much better. Now. We relax my friend.” Pulling the cork out, I bring the bottle to my nose, inhaling the sweet smell.

Bottle in one hand, the other running through my hair, I walk toward my room when there is a knock on the door.

I really don’t wanna.

Knocking continues, a little harder this time.

With a sigh, I turn back around and head for the door, swinging it open.

I am met with a man that has dark curly hair and dull blue eyes.

That seem to brighten the longer they stare at me.

Huh. Oh.

It is only then, do I realize that I just answered the door in panties, my shirt halfway button down, cleavage on full display and mussed hair.

Leaning against the door, I ask, “What kind of sugar are you looking for, neighbor?”

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Os melhores filmes que estreiam em outubro na Netflix

Em outubro, a Netflix renova seu catálogo com muitas novidades exclusivas da plataforma, além da chegada de títulos populares entre o público. Ao todo, 38 novos filmes e séries serão adicionados ao acervo do serviço de streaming. E, para ajudar os cinéfilos de plantão, a Revista Bula reuniu os dez melhores longas que serão lançados durante outubro. Entre os selecionados, destacam-se “A Lavanderia” (2019), dirigido por Steven Soderbergh e protagonizado por Meryl Streep; e a cinebiografia “Meu Nome é Dolemite (2019), de Craig Brewer. Os títulos estão organizados de acordo com o ano de estreia e não seguem critérios classificatórios.

A Lavanderia (2019), Steven Soderbergh

Ramón e Jürgen são sócios do escritório de advocacia Mossack Fonseca, na Cidade do Panamá. Atendendo alguns dos homens mais poderosos do mundo, eles participam de todos os tipos de fraudes financeiras para continuar beneficiando seus clientes. Quando o marido de Ellen Martin morre, ela descobre que a apólice do seu seguro de vida era falsa. Sem receber o dinheiro, ela começa a investigar o caso e acaba descobrindo os golpes de Ramón e Jürgen.

El Camino: A Breaking Bad Movie (2019), Vince Gilligan

O filme dá continuação aos acontecimentos do último episódio da série “Breaking Bad”, exibida entre os anos de 2008 e 2013. Considerada uma das melhores da história, ela narra a vida do professor de química Walter White, que decide produzir metanfetamina com seu ex-aluno, Jesse Pinkman. Em “El Camino”, Jesse consegue fugir do cativeiro onde estava sendo mantido pelos sequestradores e faz de tudo para fugir da polícia.

Meu Nome é Dolemite (2019), Craig Brewer

Nos anos 1970, o comediante Rudy Ray Moore torna-se um sucesso entre a população negra norte-americana. Inserindo piadas sujas e palavrões nas histórias que ouve na rua, ele cria Dolemite, seu personagem mais famoso. Decidido a ampliar seus horizontes, Rudy resolve criar um filme independente sobre Dolemite. Mas, além das complicações para gravar o longa, ele enfrenta dificuldades para exibi-lo no circuito comercial.

Amor e Tulipas (2017), Justin Chadwick

Em Amsterdam, no século 17, o artista Jan van Loos é contratado para pintar o retrato do casal Sadvoort. Ele se envolve com a esposa do comerciante, a bela Sophia, que está infeliz no casamento pelo fato de não conseguir engravidar. Para fugir com Jan van Loos, Sophia arquiteta um plano para forjar a própria morte e enganar o marido. Juntos, a jovem e o pintor pretendem viver investindo no crescente mercado das tulipas.

La Vingança (2017), Fernando Fraiha e Jiddu Pinheiro

Caco está prestes a pedir sua namorada Júlia em casamento, mas acaba descobrindo que ela está lhe traindo como um argentino. Arrasado, ele é convencido pelo amigo Vadão a tentar recuperar o amor da ex. Assim, os dois pegam a estrada com destino a Buenos Aires, dirigindo um Opala laranja 1972. Enquanto Vadão tenta reviver as loucuras da adolescência ao lado de Caco, o amigo só pensa em voltar com Júlia.

Animais Fantásticos e Onde Habitam (2016), David Yates

A história se passa em 1926, 70 anos antes da jornada de Harry Potter. O excêntrico magizoologista Newt Scamander, autor do livro “Animais Fantásticos e Onde Habitam”, leitura obrigatória em Hogwarts; acaba de chegar em Nova York. Em sua preciosa maleta, ele guarda as criaturas fantásticas que coletou durante suas viagens. Quando alguns dos animais escapam, Newt entra em conflito com o Congresso Mágico dos Estados Unidos, que teme a exposição dos bruxos à sociedade.

Família do Bagulho (2013), Rawson Marshall Thurber

Após ter seu estoque de drogas roubado, o atrapalhado traficante David Clark fica devendo seu chefe. Como pagamento, ele deve contrabandear uma enorme quantidade de maconha do México. Para passar despercebido pela alfândega, ele contrata a stripper Rose para fingir ser sua esposa. A delinquente Casey e seu vizinho Kenny também participam do plano, passando-se por seus filhos. Assim, eles formam os Miller, uma família desequilibrada viajando de férias para o México.

Gravidade (2013), Alfonso Cuarón

Matt Kowalski é um astronauta experiente que está em missão de conserto ao telescópio Hubble, juntamente com a doutora Ryan Stone. Repentinamente, eles são atingidos por uma chuva de destroços, causada pela destruição de um satélite, e ficam à deriva no espaço. Sem qualquer apoio da base terrestre da NASA, Matt e Ryan tentam sobreviver em um ambiente completamente inóspito para a vida humana.

Os Miseráveis (2012), Tom Hooper

A obra é inspirada no livro homônimo de Victor Hugo e se passa durante a Revolução Francesa, no século 19. Conta a história de Jean Valjean, preso por roubar um pão para alimentar sua irmã. Após ganhar sua liberdade novamente, ele tenta se redimir pelos erros do passado. Do outro lado da França, a prostituta Fantine fica doente e vende seus cabelos e dentes para sustentar a filha, Cosette. Ao conhecer Fantine, Jean lhe promete que irá cuidar de Cosette.

Gladiador (2000), Ridley Scott

No final do reinado de Marco Aurélio, ele diz que irá deixar o trono para o general romano Maximus. Isso desperta a ira de Commodus, filho do imperador, que mata o próprio pai e ordena a morte do general. Após conseguir fugir, Maximus se esconde sob a identidade de um escravo e gladiador. Dia após dia, ele triunfa nas lutas da arena e ganha a confiança do povo, sabendo que o apoio popular será fundamental quando ele tiver a chance de se vingar de Commodus.

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