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littlefreya · 4 years ago

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The Kitten & the Bear - Part 1

Intro: This story is a collab and was written by both @wolvesandhoundshowltogether and I. It was born out of a fun role play we have going on. We ended up having so much a fun with this particular idea that we thought we should post it as a 3 part story and share it with the rest!

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Summary: 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.

Pairing: Detective Walter Marshall x OFC (first person pov)

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Bratty behaviour, vandalism, dominant overprotectiveness, BDE, husband stalking his wife, sexual innuendo, dirty inappropriate talks, mentions of sex and oral, weed and alcohol usage. Sex in the next parts :D Walter is a Boomer.

A/N: We didn’t beta it and did transform it from 2nd to 1st person POV, really hoping you guys will enjoy it as we did. Feel free to share your thoughts.

Title: The Kitten & the Bear

Nothing chilled my heart more than waking up in an empty bed. Walter was already gone, leaving his side of the mattress cold and abandoned. A heavy sigh broke from my lips, I stroked the ghost of the kiss that still tingled on my cheek, knowing he planted it there before heading to work.

Sadness seeped into my heart as I realised I won't see him today. Our work scheduled conflicted and I have scheduled a "date night" with my girls in the evening. Picking up my phone, I texted him a pouty emoji and then headed to get my day started.

Walter left me on read, which just fuelled the brat in me. When he called during his lunch break, he was taciturn as usual, and most of the call was about his disapproval of us girls going out without at least one male friend or a boyfriend to chaperone.

"Oh my god, Walter, this is not the 50s! Women can leave their house without a husband tagging along!" I grunted and berated him, "stop acting like someone is going to kidnap me!!! I'm an adult woman!" I snapped at him while sitting at the cafe. People sitting around stared quietly as I hung up the phone, and stormed out.

~~~

Walter looked at his mobile phone, shocked. He couldn't even remember the last time someone hung up on him, let along his wife.

"Fucking brat," he muttered as he pocketed it.

After lunch, he went into the precinct. Since it was flu season and they were having a shortage of uniformed officers, he volunteered to patrol tonight. Assuming he might even be able to check up on me wherever I get to town. Just to keep me safe. That's right. Not from jealousy. Not because I'll be all dolled up and tipsy and every man in the vicinity will ogle me.

~~~

As the evening loomed, I was in dire need of letting loose. Walter had left me incredibly frustrated, acting like a police officer from hell rather than my husband. Going through my closet, I stumbled upon the most outrageous piece of wardrobe: a black strappy thing with corset details at the front. The same one I've worn for our first date which of course ended up with Walter and I dry humping like two horny teenagers at the back of his truck and him eating me out until I came all over his beard 4 times.

I slapped a dark red lipstick and put on a pair of red "fuck me" pumps before leaving to meet the gals in a new night club that had just opened. I might or might not have a rolled-up joint in my purse.

~~~

Walter was sitting in a patrol vehicle on the opposite side of the street from the new fancy club with translucent walls. We were all sitting beside the window at a small table full of cocktail glasses, but the girls were gesturing toward the dance floor. Walter chose a dark spot on the street to park the car and was wearing a beanie.

But he didn't need it. He knew I was oblivious to him and also to the men staring at me from 3 different tables. He ground his teeth frustrated when he first noticed that I was wearing that dress. His blood boiled as I was slowly sipping a cocktail with a sexy little pout around the long straw.

"Let's dance!!! I wanna dance!!!" I whined at my friend Keylah, grabbing her wrist and dragging her with me. My posture was slightly unstable after two cocktails and probably not enough food to pad my belly. She followed me to the dance floor while Stephanie remained in her seat, talking to some guy just for the sake of trolling. He'd been hitting on each one of us unsuccessfully.

After an hour of dancing with Keylah, swaying my ass in ways that didn't leave any imagination to the men lurking, I remembered the little treat I had in my purse and decided we should take a small break to breathe some fresh air.

I grabbed the girls, and we walked outside.

"Okay, don't you dare mention this to Walter," I warned them as I took the joint out from my purse.

"Daddy Magnum gonna punish you?" Steph teased while I lit the weed.

"Oh, you have no idea, he gave me shit about seeing you tonight without a male chaperone, like this is Mad Man or something."

"Woah! Walter is a boomer!!!" Keylah teased, and we all laughed hysterically.

~~~

Unbeknownst to me, Walter was watching us dance from his patrol car, getting more and more frustrated by the hour. He observed as I gathered both girls and came out on the street, walking a couple of meters away from the entrance. A frown fell on his face as he saw me taking a lighter out from my purse.

"She doesn't even smoke, what the hell?" he fumed.

His eyes widened when he saw the telltale shape of a joint between my fingers. His mouth was agape as I lit it up and started smoking and passing it around. "What the fuck? Where did she get that?" he muttered incredulously.

'It's fucking illegal in Minnesota, what the fuck? A cop's wife at that!' He thought, rage simmering in his gut.

The police radio suddenly began buzzing, the sergeant calling on the line.

"Hey Marshall, Toby came in for the night shift after all. Do you want him to keep you company?"

'And see Walter's wife going to town on a spliff? No fucking way.'

"No, Sarge, thanks. It's uh... calm tonight." He frowned from afar. "Nothing but law-abiding citizens," he replied, hoping his sarcasm didn't go through while he was watching the wife of a respected detective drunk and smoking weed in the great outdoors.

"All right" the sarge concluded and cut the line, and Walter put back the radio.

‘Un-fucking-believable.'

~~~

The girls and I fell into a fit of wild giggles, thoroughly buzzed and high at the same time. My skirt rode up my thighs, and I didn't even bother fixing it as the combination of drugs and alcohol made me frivolous and careless.

"Is Walter such a nerd in bed too? Is he one of those guys who won't even make a sound because they are ashamed of it?" Stephanie asked to which I immediately snorted.

"Walter fucks like a beast from hell," I answered and put off the remains of the joint against the heel of my shoe.

"I had to go to the gyno at least four times in the past because he was too violent, and trust me, the noise he makes, luckily no one called the police yet…"

"Jennifer, your husband is the police!" Keylah answered, and we burst into another fit of giggles which then gradually died down.

The same man who bugged us from before followed us outside, giving us some stares and making a suckling voice with his lips. I snorted at him and told him to fuck off before putting my arms around my girls.

"This place sucks, let's go grab something to eat from the store, if Walter sees me like this I will NEVER hear the end of it".

~~~

Walter was watching us walk away, still furious about my illicit behaviour. He promised himself that he'd have a serious conversation with me about this tomorrow. He gave us two blocks of a head start and then ignited the engine of the car and made a U-turn, slowly he rolled towards the store and saw us enter. He made another U-turn in front of the store to park across the street. He just hoped that we'll buy some nachos and a coke and then call it a night, and call a cab to go home.

~~~

It was close to 1am. We barged into the store, marching through as if we owned the place. Keylah stopped by the condoms section and threw a bottle of lube in my direction. "Here you go, Jennifer, you gonna need it".

I laughed and threw it back at her, grabbing a bag of chips and a bottle of water.

"Better fuck his brains before he starts asking where you've been tonight," Stephanie added.

"Can you girls please behave?" The clerk-lady requested politely, giving us a prudent look. I rolled my eyes at her and then stopped short as I saw a large stuffed grizzly bear that reminded me of Walter. I grabbed it and hugged it tightly just as I got the sudden urge to misbehave.

"Girls…" I whispered, making them come closer, "bet you a 20 I can sneak this out without paying!"

~~~

Walter's shoulders slumped, and he let out an irritated groan when he saw one of the girls throwing things inside the store. Though, he sighed in relief when I paused this stupid game, and a small smile tugged the edge of his mouth when I hugged a huge stuffed bear that reached down to my thighs and was high above the top of my head as I squeezed it to my torso.

The way I looked at the bear reminded him of the loving looks I always gave him. But a sense of foreboding assaulted him as we started whispering and pointed at the door.

~~~

"Okay, okay… shush!" I whispered way too obvious and held the stuffed animal behind my back.

"Hey Keylah, can you pay for my chips?" I asked and backed away toward the door, nearly stumbling on my heels and holding the laughter in my gut.

Noticing my attempt, the old woman cleared her throat, giving me a glare, "You are going to have to pay for that or I will call the police…"

"Her husb…"

"Shut up, Stephanie!" Keylah shouted and threw a bottle of lube in her direction, accidently hitting my shoulder, which made me drop the bear on the floor.

"Key, you fucking bitch!!!" I answered and picked up the bottle, throwing it back at her.

"Hey stop that!!!!" The clerk demanded and walked back behind the counter, picking up her phone.

We ignored her, laughing like schoolgirls and throwing the bottle back and forth between us. Boxes of tampons and condoms fell to the floor as we moved through the hygiene section shouting playfully.

As Keylah threw the bottle at me for the 12th time, I lifted it and threw it so hard it hit the window and broke it, causing the store's alarm to go off immediately.

"Oh… fu……..ck" I uttered.

~~~

"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no," Walter panicked as he saw us vandalising the store. He was immediately ready to jump out of the car, but then it would be obvious he'd been keeping an eye on me. He had to wait for the call.

He wasn't even hoping that the clerk would not involve the police in the matter. She has to. ‘Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck.’

When he saw the lady picking up the phone, he buried his face in his palms and rubbed it tiredly.

"Stupid, fucking bitches" he sighed, not believing his wife being so reckless.

He picked up the buzzing radio and said, "Marshall. I'm here. On it."

Without delay, he took the beanie off and got out of the car with his badge and gun ready.

~~~

Fingers dug into my hair, I stared wide-eyed at the broken window, immediately regretting all my decisions in the last couple of hours.

'Walter was going to fucking kill me'.

"I am soooooooo……." I began to say, turning to the clerk slowly while Keylah and Steph held their hands over their mouths. "So sorry." I stretched out while the alarm continued ringing in my ears.

Then just like out of a nightmare, stepping through shards of broken glass with his big black boots, I saw Walter walking in, his brows knit together, his badge and his gun held out but kept low. He was enormous and menacing, yet the sight of him comforted me.

"Oh thank god, it's you!" I call out relieved.

~~~

The glass cracked beneath his steps as he walked in. He looked around and checked the store for cameras. 'Fuck, there were CCTVs'.

He hoped to snatch me away and take care of the situation without involving... well himself but now that there was evidence it wasn't possible anymore. I was looking at him like a frightened little girl, but he couldn't help me, and frankly, he didn't feel like it either.

He looked at the clerk, showed her his badge and said in a neutral tone "MPD. What seems to be the problem?"

~~~

My breath hitched at his "cop voice" and the way he asked the clerk.

Stepping back and standing in the middle of the group, the three of us gaped at him with utter dumbfoundedness. Both my heart and gut dropped to the messy floor out of fear, and the way he carried himself, looking so menacing and authoritative made my panties drenched with arousal.

"Officer, thank god you arrived! These three tried to steal a stuffed animal and started wreaking havoc in the store, throwing stuff around like children and speaking offensively!" The old woman explained and stood in the middle of the mess, looking helpless.

My eyes rounded with false innocence, and I nibbled my bottom lip, giving Walter a vulnerable look.

Walter was patiently listening to the clerk. Not a muscle flinched on his face as if he'd known everything. He took his notebook and a report form out and took care of the paperwork.

The old lady eyed the three of us nervously while Walter was scribbling, and she hesitantly asked, "I'm sorry, Officer, but shouldn't you handcuff them? They might run."

Walter's curly head lifted, and he flashed the lady a small smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Don't worry, ma'am. They won't run."

"Is he serious?" Steph whispered, and I elbowed her, giving Walter a rather pissed off smile as he pretended not to know us at all and treated me like any other criminal.

Was it that just for show? Probably. We were going to have a serious talk about boundaries once we'd get home.

Walter finished writing his report and made the lady sign it before turning to look at the three of us, clenching his jaw.

After a long, stern silence, I finally spoke, "Can I still get the teddy bear?"

Walter's nostrils flared as he dug into his pocket, pulled out a 20-dollar bill, slammed it on the counter and said to the clerk "For the bear."

At first, the lady was dumbfounded, then she blurted out outraged "Why are you buying a gift for a criminal?"

Walter didn't even spare her a look. He picked up the bear and looked at me with unflinching, stern eyes that made all three of us take a step backwards.

"Because she's my fucking wife."

The tone of his voice made the three of us startle, and I released a small gasp, seeing the look on his face. Walter made a gesture with his hand singling us to walk out of the store in order, and we did as he commanded. At the same time, my eyes gave him a mischievous smirk, mistaking this behaviour for a show.

Walter left the store last and immediately commanded, "To the car".

When we got there on the opposite side of the street, he opened the car and shoved the teddy bear on the passenger seat, then turned back, crossed his hands on his chest, and looked at all three of us.

"Here's how it's gonna happen. We go in the precinct, fill out the forms, you stay the night, and most likely will be charged with a misdemeanour. Although the weed might be more problematic." He glared at me pointedly.

The girls and I collectively gasped.

"Now get in the back seat, all of you."

With shuddering legs, Keylah and Steph obediently entered the patrol car. I stared at Walter as he stood there towering over me, his massive arms crossed around his broad chest.

Still intoxicated, I looked at him with disbelief, realising two things: he arrived at the scene in less than two minutes after the lady called the police, which is impossible. And two, he couldn't possibly know I had weed on me unless…

"Were you stalking me?!" I called out, ignoring the police officer and speaking to my husband. My hands went to my hips, my face sulking.

"Oh my god, Walter! You were! Weren't you?" I frowned and shook my head, grunting with disgust.

"You are in no position to reproach me for anything right now", Walter said, seemingly calm. "But if you wanna know, I was patrolling in the neighbourhood and decided to check up on you. I saw the way you were shaking your ass for strangers" he spat, but he let his eyes roam the tight dress, and the way he subtly licked his lips made me sure he remembered exactly which dress it was.

"Do as you're fucking told and get in the car or you're gonna find yourself in even bigger trouble."

"Oh my god, Walter!!! Are you fucking kidding me?!" I yelled at him and stepped back, throwing my hands in the air furiously.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!!! MY OWN HUSBAND STALKING ME?! What's next Walter? You gonna put an ankle bracelet thingy on me, so I don't get to leave the house without your fucking permission?!"

I got so angry, my hands pushed at his chest, to which he didn't even budge, and only his jaw tightened.

"I am NOT getting into that car, and you are going to let Keylah and Steph go before you are going to be in trouble!"

Keylah and Steph were both watching with utter fascination as they saw the growing tension in Walter's posture.

Once Keylah and Steph were inside the car, they felt like the immediate danger was over. Their drunkenness and high made them reckless again and they started cheering me in the verbal fight with my husband.

Walter was on the verge of bursting, it was evident from his face. He took a menacing step towards me and despite my anger, a pang of arousal shot in my core.

"Get. in the. fucking. car" he growled in a barely audible voice. He gave me one last chance to voluntarily obey him.

I moved closer toward him, my head tilting up to meet his menacing gaze, my breasts ghostly brushing against his hard torso.

"I am not going anywhere with you," I answered unflinchingly. "Keep this attitude up, and the whole town will get to enjoy me swaying this ass long before you do." I teasingly slapped my own ass and then smirked arrogantly as I heard the girls cheering at the backseat

"That's it."

Quick as lightning, Walter's hands uncrossed and shot out. He grabbed my arms, turned me around with dizzying speed and slammed my torso down on the hood of the police car.

"Jennifer Marshall, you are under arrest for destruction of property, public intoxication and obstruction of a law enforcement officer."

I gasped incredulously as I felt the metal handcuffs closing on my wrists while Walter was performing his duty automatically and methodically. I'd never seen him make an arrest, let alone manhandle me like this.

With my cheek pressed against the cold metal, I could see both Keylah and Steph gape at us, eyes and mouth wide with daze.

Still intoxicated, I hissed as a shiver of fear and sexual arousal shot through my spine, creeping all the way down to my throbbing core.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I cried out in protest. "I am your wife!"

My attempt to stand up brought my ass to collide with his crotch, where I felt the unmistakable throb of his blood circulating down to his groin.

"Are you also getting the feeling that they're gonna fuck?" Steph whispered to Keylah, loud enough for us to hear.

"Shush!" she answered and stared, licking her lips.

"Let me go, you fucking pig!" I screamed and squirmed on the hood helplessly.

"Anything you say will be held against you in the court of law" Walter continued in his deep cop voice as if I hadn't even spoken.

"Say his dick, girl!" Keylah shouted, and Steph wooed, but they quickly shut up and resorted to concealed giggling as Walter shot angry eyes at them. He stepped closer to secure his hold on the handcuffs, and I felt the warm coarse material of his jeans at the back of my thighs.

"If you don't want to add resisting arrest and possession of narcotics to your offences, shut the fuck up and stop squirming."

"Fuck” I hissed, which didn't go unnoticed by Walter. My ass naturally shifted against his hardening bulge, and I moaned gently, not loud enough for the girls to hear but definitely heard by Walter, who had his hand around my cuffed wrists.

"You're enjoying this, big guy?" I spit out sardonically, "controlling your wife like you always want to, hmm?"

With the alcohol flushing through my veins, mingled with the sheer exhilaration of anger, I became more daring than ever.

"I think you are just scared because we both know you are never going to tame me."

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years ago

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Captain Syverson Fic Recs

This is a list of my favourite stories and I will add to it as I go. It is by no means complete.

Please read the authors notes and warnings on all fics as some are dark. Be responsible for your own reading.

🥵 Smut

🤗 Fluff

😭 Angst

Recs below the cut

Of course my Sy list would be massive! 🤣

Captain Syverson

Series

@diegos-butt Unnoticed He had watch her grown up. He had seen her transform into a beautiful woman, with a strong will but insecurities. Despite being away from time to time, he had fallen for her, hard. She on the other hand, had seen him become a big, strong man. But deep down she knew he had a soft side. She had fallen, hard, for him too. Another thing they have in common? The believe that the other will never feel the same. Will their feelings for each other always stay unnoticed?

@invisibleanonymousmonsters Syverson After Y/N's job declares that employees may continue working remote for as long as they want, she wonders if this is sign from the universe to take a break from New York City. When her crazy cousin finds out, she begs Y/N to spend a year with her in Texas. For some crazy reason, Y/N agrees. A true city girl and a northerner, Y/N immediately feels like a fish out of water in the south. And her cousin's friends enjoy teasing her for all their differences – especially a certain Ethan Syverson.

@thesaucynomad Lone Star Dancing (Currently go through a re-write)

@thesaucynomad Bad Ideas Captain Syverson goes on leave and decides that he needs a distraction. A summer fling is just what he needs. No strings attached. But life’s never that simple, is it?

@just-chirpin Eyes That See Your life consists of caring for others. This is a story of you learning to care for yourself.

@littlefreya Lines In The Sand She is one of the best snipers serving in Iraq, but she is also suffering from an attitude problem and ironically has a hard time following orders. After an incident in her former base, she is sent to join the Special Forces unit led by Captain Syverson, who requires a talented sniper. Unlucky for her, Captain Syverson is a hard man who likes things by the book and according to order. He ain’t got the patience for troublemakers.

@radiantheartbeat I See Fire Dr. Vienne Moseley is still a fresh face in the medical ward in Iraq, but she’s discovered that men are being murdered and their Captain is the only common denominator. Is he their killer? Or is someone framing him? The only way they can make it through is by working together.

@rmtndew Where Kindness Grows The Great Depression took its toll on a lot of people and some had to get creative to survive. Seraphina’s father decides his solution is to sell his only daughter to a much older man. But when Sy overhears a conversation about the young woman, he makes a decision that will change his life - and Seraphina’s - forever.

@wolvesandhoundshowltogether Kissed By Fire Petra’s small art studio takes fire and a beefy cocky soldier-turned-firefighter is among the responding fire crew members. The acquaintance wouldn’t be long-lived but Lieutenant Syverson accidentally👀 takes something that belongs to her.

@viking-raider Southern Generation After more than a decade of service, Captain Syverson as retired from the military, but now that he is retired, he still needs to find a job.

One-shots

@angryschnauzer No I in Team 🥵 Having been dumped, you find yourself standing in the mud and rain as a bootcamp instructor yells at you. Finally you snap, telling him your mind before storming off. Later when he appears at your room to see if you are ok, he makes sure you are fully over your ex, proving that some men are a lot better than others.

@blakerogue Call Me That Again 🥵 You are one angry brat, Syverson fucks it out of you.

@blakerogue Riding the Stallion 🥵 You wear the hat, you ride. Simple.

@blavikennbutcher Fresh Ink 🤗 A girls night out is always a great laugh, but after a particular night out you find you have a new tattoo. And you have to wait an entire week to get it covered up. Will you be able to keep it secret at tonights party?

@captainsy-cookiemonster Of Short Girls and High Shelves 🥵 Your husband loves how small you are. Sometimes he shows you in the worst way possible, but makes up for it in the best way. That being said, he likes to put your favorite coffee mug on a shelf just out of your reach and then watches you struggle. @cruelfvkingsummer Don't Blame Me 🥵 Sometimes what an old bear needs is a young little Goldilocks or your mum can't keep up with his appetite, so he found himself another outlet in the form of his spoiled little stepdaughter.

@feralrunaway Yrsa 🥵 A supernatural AU from this prompt: “Berserker Captain Syverson, and ‘I want to hear you beg for it’.”

@keanureevesisbae Call Me Daddy 🥵 When Sy overhears you and your friends, he discovers something interesting.

@littlefreya Feral Collision 🥵 After quitting the military, Captain Syverson began working at your university as the coach of the football team. You hardly ever crossed path with him, until an err in time set your on a collision course.

@littlefreya The Captain and The Maiden 🥵 Plain and simple, the Captain is your first.

@nashibirne Truck Stop 🥵 You use a little trick to make your boyfriend Sy show you his truck. It’s huge…

@omgkatinka The Captain vs The Seven Nation Army 🥵 Sy give you a strip tease (challenge).

@peachyvulpixie Homecoming 😭 Nope.

@poledancingdinos I'm on Fire 🥵

@capncassas Supply Run 🥵 It’s the Z-pocalypse and who better to have in your camp that Captain Syverson, there’s just one problem. You have a huge crush and he loves to tease so when he tells you that your going on a supply run together it’s your worst nightmare…until it turns into your ultimate fantasy.

@princess-of-riviaa My Captain 🥵 You are the only one by his side to heal him after Captain Syverson gets attacked in the field. As an army medic, you do your best to stay professional, but Syverson makes it a bit of a challenge.

@thelastsock He Very Much Gives A Fuck 🤗 the origins of the Dilligaf t-shirt.

@thelastsock Anytime, Anywhere 🥵 You’ve fantasised about your neighbour Sy, but what happens when he comes home one night is beyond your wildest imagination.

@the-soot-sprite Regrets, I've Had A Few 🤗 The regrets you had playing spin the bottle with Sy.

#sillyrabbit81 fic recs #captain syverson #captain syverson fic recs #syverson #henry cavill #henry cavill fic recs

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imnotwolverine · 4 years ago

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Wolfie’s Fic Recs | The Grand Library of Kink 1/2

THE GRAND LIBRARY OF KINK - Allow me to give you a list of treats to quench the unbearable thirst between your thighs.

>> Looking for part 2 of this list? <<

🖐WARNING: NSFW - SMUT below the cut 🖐

Author’s note: Let’s be honest. You probably are prowling the Tumblr grounds for the same reasons I am: there’s some darn good porn fics out here. And in the year I’ve been in the Cavillry, I’ve gathered a most wondrous collection of soft to extremely kinky fics. Time..to make a more comprehensible list of my favourites thusfar! (💦It’s long, so you better have some fresh panties at the ready💦)

In this library you’ll find:

Part 1:

Self-help 101

Cherry Popping Goodness

Vanilla With A Sprinkling Of Sex Toys

Vanilla - Toybox Special

Henry’s Hands Special

The Hook-up

Part 2:

Sensory Delights

The Triple Threat

Fuck - The Geralt Special

Take It Like A Pussy - The Napoleon Special

Hammer-time - The Walker Special

Cpt. Cunnilingus - The Syverson Special

Thighs And Canes - The Sherlock Special

Fem!DOM

Self-help 101

[This one’s all about the act of self love - solo masturbation]

Toys are for boys. Unless it’s in the bedroom..right? Almost The Same by @lunedelorient [Henry x Reader]

Mike can’t help himself as his gaze falls upon your lipstick stains on a beer bottle. Where else would he like those stains to be? Lipstick by @emyearns [Mike / reader]

A toy arrives to sweeten the lonely nights when Henry is away. There’s only one minor detail as the package is being unwrapped; she isn’t alone yet. Flying Solo by me [OFC x Henry Cavill]

I love fics written in Henry’s point of view. In this one Henry can’t take it no more. He simply needs to let off some steam; I Need A Woman by @chamomilebottom [Henry Cavill x reader]

This man gets caught..a lot, doesn’t he? You give Henry a helping hand as you catch him in the shower in Welcome Home by @rosethornsanddaisies [Henry Cavill x reader]

I wasn’t sure whether I should put this in the self-help section. So consider yourself warned: watch out..you’re in for a solo-lovin’ surprise in On Display by @ladyreapermc [August Walker x Reader]

Cherry Popping Goodness

[There’s a first time for each flower to bloom - loss of vaginal/anal virginity]

The bookstore meet-cute, the skipping heartbeats, and the fluster of cheeks as she just read a steamy passage of her book aloud. It’s the perfect recipe for romance...though there is one tiny, tiny... Her Minor Thing by @ladyreapermc [Henry Cavill x erotica novelist!OFC]

For one night only, gigolo August Walker will make all your fantasies come true. His specialty? Sweet, innocent little flowers. Velvet Chains by @littlefreya [August Walker x reader]

The morning after the cherry popping, a bud starts to bloom. White Honey by @littlefreya [Henry Cavill x reader]

This fic! This. Fic. I hadn’t seen I Capture The Castle when I read this fic, but it made me fall for Stephen so freakin’ hard that I kind of watched the movie straight after. It’s sweet, blushing-cheeks worthy and utterly cinematic. Bluebells by @yespolkadotkitty [Stephen x reader]

August Walker, a virgin? Well..there’s a First Time For Everything by @hope-to-hell [August Walker x reader]

Theseus didn’t mean it to go this way. But he was so thirsty - and now for more then just a drink of water. To Die of Thirst by @hope-to-hell. [Theseus x reader]

It’s Geralt’s first time and isn’t a Witcher body just a fascinating thing..hmm... Anatomy Lessons by @princess-of-riviaa [Geralt x experienced!reader]

I didn’t know bullet point lists could be this sensual and H.O.T. - First Time w/ Henry by @henchry [Henry Cavill x reader]

GOODNESS ME. Can first times be like this for everyone, please and thank you?! My Flower gives you squirt-inducing, sweet talkin’ Henry making the most out of this special little moment. By @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Wait till marriage with August? Highly unlikely....right? Uncharted Territory by @chamomilebottom [August Walker x reader]

Now onto some other sanctuaries to plunder. (Anal that is) Poker Night @foodieforthoughts [Syverson x OFC]

Lets @littlefreya’s words entice you into a new world as you and Henry finally pick the Forbidden Fruit (yep, anal again) [Henry Cavill x OFC]

And now we’re on the anal train, I do notice that men barely ever get any backdoor lovin’ from their partners. And I know, I know: most men are really apprehensive about it. But goodness can it be good! Sy has learned of it’s sweetness and reminisces that first time in Sy And The Sex Tape by @hope-to-hell [Syverson x reader]

Vanilla With A Sprinkling Of Sex Toys

[Couple’s sex with just a touch of kink]

Let’s start with a game. Written in the language of love (French that is), this enticing bit of foreplay gets the blood streaming alright. Invisible Touch by @emelinelovesjc [Henry Cavill x reader]

Is it time for my favourite poetic foreplay fic?! YES it IS! Ode by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether just does something for me and I can simply not explain - just go ahead and read it and see for yourself! [Henry Cavill x reader]

The key to good sex, is foreplay. And teasing during an event? You bet your sweet ass you can get Henry riled up. Tease by @captainbigdy [Henry Cavill x reader]

Ready for some myrrh mountain-esque, super indulgent eroticism? Read Confessions by @captainbigdy [Henry Cavill x reader]

Birthday sex

What do you give a man who has it all, for his birthday? A little boudoir, a little make-out on the couch and...Happy Birthday by @rosethornsanddaisies [Henry Cavill x reader]

Apparently boudoir pictures for Henry’s birthday is on y’alls mind! A Picture’s Worth by @sunflowersstan gives you a belated birthday present - but that definitely should not spoil the fun. [Henry Cavill x reader]

Home (coming)

For once, Henry is forgiven for his ungodly early alarm clock: it’s beach time! And Kal will be there too. Home by @chamomilebottom [Henry Cavill x reader]

Henry, unfortunately, isn’t always home. In fact, he’s away quite a lot. Meaning it’s all the important to make up for lost time: Welcome Home by @geralt-of-baevia [Henry Cavill x reader]

And what’d you do if he finally comes home, but an impromptu surprise party is organised by his friends? Better Keep Quiet, baby. By @toomanystoriessolittletime [Henry Cavill x reader]

Does that come with side effects? When a 200 pound beast tackles you after coming home, you just might feel it in the next few days. Lust Worthy by @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Home is also domestic goodness ( “Can I, baby?” He whispers against your cheek, placing a soft kiss to it, his eyes searching to meet yours. >> I mean..YES YOU CAN!! DO WHATEVER YOU MUST YOU HUNK OF A BEAR 😩) in this sweet ficseries chap by @lovelycavills: The Night [Henry Cavill x reader]

Tropes to lovers

Friends to lovers trope, anyone? Of Fck It by @tillthelandslide gives you beers on the couch, friendly banter and then WOOPSIEDOODLIEDOO. [Henry Cavill x reader]

More friends to lovers with one accidental wet dream while lounging on the couch with Henry. Dreaming by @yoursecretsmutblog [Henry Cavill x reader]

Or perhaps PA/boss to lovers? Thunder by @toomanystoriessolittletime gives you Henry in full Geralt gear and rain..lots and lots of rain - meaning it’s time for a ..😏break. [Henry Cavill x OFC]

One more PA story to get the storm in your pussy settled. Years after working for Henry, you send a drunk text and he Answers. In the flesh. By @toomanystoriessolittletime [Henry Cavill x reader]

Audio porn

Another thing I got quite attached to while I learned all about my kinks here on Tumblr, is audio porn. And what better than to have Henry do some audio recording for us thirsty women? Erotic Audios Present... By @thetaoofzoe [Henry Cavill x OFC]

More audioporn!Henry? @toomanystoriessolittletime has got you covered with Talk Dirty To Me, starring photographer Henry who has had.. a bit of a past - and doesn’t his voice sound terribly familiar? 🧐[au!Henry Cavill x reader]

Communication

Smutty fics practically always skip the “So what do you actually like”-part. Well. This fic covers it - and then some. The Interview by @peachyvulpixie. [Henry Cavill x OFC]

And communication is very - very important. Especially when moving stuff around, right Henry? A Little Bit To The Left by @lunedelorient [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Communication is also key when you want to decide on sub/dom dynamics. Switch has daddy vibes, but in a domestic, confidential, well-established relationship. By @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Or, you may just want to tell sweet Henry that it’s definitely okay to get a little louder between the sheets. Express Yourself by @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

A thrilling ride

Want to “chose your own adventure” in smutty style? @sciapod’s got just the thing you’re looking for with BD Morning Energy [Henry Cavill x reader]

Sometimes it’s rough, sometimes it’s sweet, but ever and ever; it’s truly Henry. Read about various types of horny Henry in Shapeshifter by @wanderinglunarnights [Henry Cavill x reader]

Body/orgasm insecurity

This was a very personal piece to write. I have difficulty reaching orgasms, especially with a partner, so for all fellow ladies with the same little problem: Henry is here to give you some Riding Lessons between the sheets. [Henry Cavill x OFC]

And I’m so, so glad that there’s at least a few of you here on Tumblr who can also get a little worried and even impatient between the sheets. Thankfully Henry is the posterboy of Patience, ready to unravel you piece...by.. delicious..piece. By @captainbigdy [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Nipple love

Female nips get all the lovin’. But male nipples? Not often. Tease by @the-soot-sprite will make sure that is taken well taken care off. [Henry Cavill x reader]

Alright, and now for a little female nip-nip action, let’s dive right into the action. Rough lovin’, shovin’ Cavill is showing you how terribly fucked out he can get you in In My Thoughts by @jolly-polly [Henry Cavill x reader]

Horizontal vs. vertical sex

Shower sex is such a delectable topic to read about (even though in real life it’s usually awkward and impractical). Let your dreams bring you..after workout Showers with Henry by @darklydeliciousdesires [Henry Cavill x reader]

Or perhaps honeymoon shower sessions? Mirror by @tillthelandslide [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Did someone say honeymoon? Marshall remembers having to climb through that darn window the night before he married you and it makes for a super sweet, domestic fluffy smutty sex scene. And did I mention there was family right at the other side of the door? 👀 Locked by @fourmarkdove [Marshall x reader]

After all that working out it’s time for some food. But what would Henry prefer: ragu or you? What’s Cooking by @writingforhenry [Henry Cavill x reader]

Netflix and Chill

Netflix and chill, anyone? This Movie Night becomes a little steamy 💦 by @writingforhenry [Henry Cavill x reader]

It’s really difficult to watch tv with Henry around, and Freya gets a little frustrated with his incessant teasing; can a woman not just watch some Mindhunter in peace, damnit?! The Refund by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Play-time!

From game play to girlfriend play during an extremely boring day in lockdown. Confined by @darklydeliciousdesires [Henry Cavill x reader]

More game chair smuttiness? It’s Game on! Mic on! - And ..Eh.. wait..what?! By @thecavillchronicles [Henry Cavill x reader]

Is tickle-play a thing? After a long day where everything seems to have gone wrong, you just need a good shag and Mike will make sure you can Sleep soundly tonight. @emyearns [Mikey x reader]

Alright, it’s a thing. Here’s some more tickle play with Marshall. Laughing During Sex by @promptandpros [Marshall x reader]

Hereby I declare that hairplay is also a thing. And with curls like Henry’s..I mean..come on. Love So Soft gives you dry-humping like horny teenagers after a bad day - and yes..hairplay. By @princess-of-riviaa [Henry Cavill x reader]

Needy Henry

Sad sky eyes are in dire need of some medicine, but Rose doesn’t realise until she’s getting some action for herself that the best medicine for Henry’s malady, is probably not watery soup. In Morbus Et Salus by @fanficsrusz [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Drunk Henry is in need of a midnight snack. And it’s a good thing there just happens to be one in his bed. Drunk In Love by @angrythingstarlight [Henry Cavill x reader]

And the next morning he might just be a really, really needy bear. (My boyfriend, for one, is always EXTRA horny when he is hungover 😂) Five More Minutes by @angrythingstarlight [Henry Cavill x reader]

A few more

And five minutes is probably all you get when you have kids. But it just makes these little mommy and daddy moments all the more sacred. Close To You by @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x reader]

There’s also not a lot of time when you’re in a limo, trying to get your groove on. 🎶Driver roll up the Partition pleaseee 🎶by @fanficsrusz [Henry Cavill x reader]

Now to finish off this vanilla segment: vanilla kisses! Lick Me Till Icecream by @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x reader]

Vanilla - Toybox Special

[A special toy segment for you vanilla(ish) lovers]

When it’s play time - long work day or no - Henry better be prepared for some frisky business. On Purpose by @wanna-do-bad-things (also hell yes for including some toys!) [Henry Cavill x one very frustrated OFC]

More toys? MORE TOYS! Command And Obey brings you dom!Henry being a terrible teasing ass, but alas..it still gets you all kinds of wet *shrugs* By @wanna-do-bad-things [Henry Cavill x reader]

Perhaps need some dom!Clark instead? With toys? We’ve got you covered. By @poledancingdinos [Clark x OFC]

Now, let’s not forget about Henry’s favourite toy of them all. His bike. In Good Vibrations by @deathonyourtongue [Henry Cavill x reader]

You find Henry pleasing himself with something you didn’t even know he owned; a fleshlight. Henry’s Toy by @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Henry’s Hands Special

[I can’t be the only one who has the hots for hands]

Having a bad day? Talented fingers belonging to one caring man of a Henry are here to let off your steam. Burn The Couch by @meowpurrbooks [Henry Cavill x reader]

I’m glad I’m not the only one who has a complete and utter obsession with male hands. This fic is amazing in every way. It’s got suspense, hands AND Henry; Idle Hands by @thelastsock [Henry Cavill x Reader]

More handsy stuff is offered in this private drawing session. Draw Me With Your Fingers by @emelinelovesjc [Henry Cavill x OFC!author]

This fic? ..it’s hands-on work. I must give a disclaimer: I’m hard to please when it comes to daddy!fics, but this one I truly enjoyed. It perfectly rides (hehe) the fine balance between rough throat fucking, choking and usage of the endearing nickname ‘little fawn’. Hands by @twhstuckylover [Henry Cavill x reader]

Henry’s hands are here to warm you up on a cold day in Finger Work by @yoursecretsmutblog [Henry Cavill x reader]

The Hook-up

[A little less established, a little more messy. But definitely h-o-t-h-o-t-h-o-t]

Changing rooms may just hide a Dirty Secret (and crotchless pantyhoses) by @foodieforthoughts [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Being toyed around, Henry can’t stand it any longer - and goodness where did he leave that darn bowtie?! Caught In The Storm by @thelastsock [Henry Cavill x Reader]

Syverson is also not one who likes to be toyed around with, especially when you’re in the same bar wearing that deliciously short dress and his favourite high heels. Mine by @yoursecretsmutblog [Syverson x reader]

Dancefloor delights and popping buttons (is this a good time to admit I have ripped some shirts like that? *woops* 😅) - this quite exhibitionistic fic is an utter delight and I’m Glad You Came by @foodieforthoughts [Henry Cavill x reader]

Since this is steady-hook-up I wasn’t sure whether to post it in this segment or the Vanilla segment, but ..yea..it definitely deserves a read! Rules Of Engagement has Em and Henry coming to the realisation that a friendly hook-up isn’t all that easy. Especially not when one foul IUD throws baby dust in their busy lives. By @ladyreapermc [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Marshall specials

An old friend/lover shows up just when you find yourself with the predicament of a broken down car. Before you know it you’re having car sex with one curly haired police officer in..yea..a police car. A Perfect Shitty Day by @toomanystoriessolittletime [Marshall x reader]

OOPH you girls are in it for the Walter hook-ups. Forget That Asshole follows up after you had one particularly disappointing blind date. And thankfully a blue eyed sweater-bear-man is there to provide you some much needed consolation. By @penwieldingdreamer [Marshall x reader]

Sex on set

On set things might just get a little steamy, so might as well take ..*clip scene* ACTION! Touch Me Tease Me by @deathonyourtongue [Henry Cavill x OFC]

More on-set delights? Perhaps with a touch of embarrassing nerves? Directed By La Petite Mort by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether [Henry Cavill x reader]

>> Looking for part 2 of this list? <<

Artworks/edits are mine ❤️And as always: if you have more fic recs to add, share them in your reblogs/comments!

#wolfie's fic recs #kink fic library #fic recs #henry cavill sexy #captain syverson smut #august walker smut #napoleon solo smut #mikey hellraiser smut #stephen colley smut #walter marshall smut #superman smut #geralt of rivia smut

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captainsy-cookiemonster · 4 years ago

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Hi! Love your work. What are you working on at the moment? Can you also recommend me some stories of you or other writers? Thanks! 😉

Hi bb💗y! Thank you so much!💗💗💗🥺🥺

Oh gosh, I have three WiPs I’m currently working on (well, honestly been a while since I really could write) and soooo many more stories planned!

Geralt’s reaction to Jaskier hitting on Geralt’s sister: this one been requested a long time ago and it’s... long... and I’m a little stuck... Gonna devide it in 2 or 3 parts when it’s done. (Fluff with a dash of angst)

Geralt overstimulating reader and making her squirt: (set before the first ep) Geralt and healer!reader have known each other for a long time and she offers him a place to stay for a few days. She helps him stock up his potions, pampers him and as ‘payment’ (a joke between them) he fucks her.

arts teacher!Napoleon helping very shy!reader to become more confident (through fucking) as part for @oh-for-fic-sake ‘s School of the Cavillry Challenge. Guided fem!dom kinda.

As for recs... let me see... well, since I don’t know which stories of mine you’ve read already, i’m just gonna link my masterlist here

Other amazing writers (I’m going to link the masterlists, linking single stories somehow doesn’t work on laptop) (I’m also very behind on reading, so if I’m not giving recs it means I haven’t read that much by that author):

@princess-of-riviaa Masterlist Anatomy Lessons gotta be my fave, also I Don’t Mean it with sweet Stephen

@littlefreya (I can’t link the masterlist rn, but it’s linked in Freya’s header; everything she writes is just amazing!! the smut goddess)

@iloveyouyen Masterlist Icicles is just adorable

@achaoticaugust also can’t link the masterlist, but it’s in the header. very good stuff on there! Grumpy Humphrey will make you love Humphrey if you don't do that already

@the-soot-sprite masterlist ‘pup speak’ is like the cutest funniest thing, ‘bunny kisses’ is just adorable and so is ‘baby blues’

@thelastsock Masterlist

@raspberrydreamclouds Masterlist just everything berry writes is *chef’s kiss* an artist with words

@feralrunaway Masterlist Yrsa is very very good

@crimsonrae Masterlist

@wendimydarling Masterlist my fave is Worship

@wolvesandhoundshowltogether Masterlist lots of awsome stuff on there, one of my faves is ‘The Grizzly and the Leopard’ and ‘Kissed by Fire’

@chamomilebottom Masterlist

@viking-raider Masterlist

@foodieforthoughts Masterlist

and because i feel as if i’m forgetting more than half of the amazing writers i’d like to rec, feel free to add :) be selfish. Rec yourself 💗💗

#Ask Lisa #author recs

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littlefreya · 4 years ago

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what if we were a rising actress shooting a sex scene with henry, embarrassed when we actually come during a take 🙊🙊🙊

A very similar story was written by the beautiful @wolvesandhoundshowltogether.

Enjoy, my love.

#author rec: wolvesandhoundshowltogether #ask freya

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littlefreya · 4 years ago

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damn...i want August or Henry slapped my face and fucked me roughly to oblivion...i want a little pain from this man pls

My dear sister from another mister happened to write a headcanon with August about that one @wolvesandhoundshowltogether

#august walker #fic rec #author rec: wolvesandhoundshowltogether

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littlefreya · 4 years ago

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How will the the Kitten and the Bear play into the timeline of your RP on your side blog? Will it go past where you stopped there. Or will you continue on over there after the 3 parts. I just loved that RP so much! 🖤🖤

@wolvesandhoundshowltogether and I basically sat the entire evening and collected the entire story from the RP on my side blog and edited it. 🖤 we wanted to post it all at once but guess what! It’s 13k words. 😰

Anyway the plot for this incident ended but we are continuing the same timeline on my blog. We already have plans for what we gonna do next with Walter and Jen.

#Ask Freya #The Kitten & The Bear #role play #author rec: wolvesandhoundshowltogether

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littlefreya · 4 years ago

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The Kitten & the Bear - Part 3

Read Part 1 | Read Part 2

Summary: As the night continues, Jen finds herself locked up with Walter at the interrogation room and Walter had just enough of her bratty behaviour.

Pairing: Detective Walter Marshall x OFC (first person pov)

Word count: 4k

Warnings: SMUT! 18+. Dobius consent, abuse of power, punishment, bratty behaviour, MaleDom/FemSub dynamics, degrdation, slight BDSM, biting, oral, LOTS of oral - female receiving, oversitmulation, male masturbation, bodily fluids all over the place, primal play, sexual intercourse, some angst and eventual fluff. Buckle up.

A/N: The last part is here. Hope you will enjoy it. As I mentioned, this is a collab between @wolvesandhoundshowltogether and I, written by BOTH of us on my RP account. We converted it from small parts into an actual story and so I hope you guys will enjoy it. My eyes hurt after 3 hours of editing, excuse me for any mistakes I made.

Title: The Kitten & the Bear

Previously...

“Let them watch,” he growled. He pulled his digit out and licked my wetness and saliva off it. He let go of the chain, and I pulled my arms back to my chest as I watched him sit down on his chair, pull my panties down and stuff it in his pocket.

“Ready?”

His musk engulfed me, a potent mix of his masculine perfume, sweat and an earthy scent that was him. Walter smelled like the night, a pungent aroma that was explicitly him. It was only natural that I was drawn to his darkness. But right now I was conflicted between desire and fear, mesmerised by the predatory glare on his bright cobalt eyes and his careless, savage behaviour.

“I’m ready for you to take me home,” I whispered, looking back into his eyes pleadingly while I sensed the cold air in the room blowing at my exposed pussy.

Walter tilted his head as if he was weighing the options, then turned his face to the mirror, thinking. Holding my breath, I waited for his decision.

Next thing I knew, Walter's hands clamped down on my thighs, forcing them apart as he plunged his wet tongue between my folds.

"No!" I screamed, but my body did nothing but encourage him. His beard tickled me in the most delicious ways and what his mouth did was a sin in itself.

Walter Marshall eats pussy mercilessly.

His skilled tongue dived in, curling deep inside while he suckled on my lips and his thick beard left a burn all over my sensitive skin. I writhed on the desk, trying to kick and fight and move away from his hot, pleasing mouth while it whispered the vilest tales of ecstasy inside me, but Walter's grasp was an iron hold and forced me further against his hungry mouth. I could feel my own wetness on the hair of his beard.

“Walter! Ah!” The more I moved the harder his fingers clutched me, and I could already feel the prolonged pleasure building up while I fought to force it away.

As Walter sensed my attempt to suppress the orgasm, he pressed his face harder against my mound and licked me with even more force. I pleaded with him to stop, though my hips swayed despite my will and rode his face. With a last wide lick and a kiss on my folds, that would have put any regular kiss on the mouth to shame, he forced me into an earth-shattering climax.

Walter lifted his head, mouth and beard glistening with my arousal, his eyes burning with lust. He never loosened his hold on my thighs.

My lips were a quivering mess, body shuddering, and my cunt still throbbing from his violent kiss. I stared at him with disbelief, making small little sobbing hiccups and the worst part was that I wanted him even harder, but the guilt and embarrassment were beyond degrading.

“Take me home?” I whimpered, my heels kicking over the desk, having hard time keeping my feet up. But the stern look on his face just alerted me that he was anything but ready to let me go and deep down inside I wanted nothing but for him to fuck me till it hurts.

"One down, three more to go" he drawled, completely ignoring my plea.

Eyes fully wide, I breathed out weakly, "What?"

Walter looked at me with sheer arrogance, "You really thought you can parade around in that dress showing your ass to everyone, and I won't end up doing what I did the last time you wore it?"

I looked to the large mirror, embarrassed and alarmed of what those people will witness as Walter was adamant about wringing four orgasms out of me.

"How can you do this in front of them?“ I asked with teary eyes.

For a brief moment, my mind fell back to that night we went on a first date, Walter took me out to a fancy restaurant, and I was bothered the entire time that I’m dressed too promiscuously for him, but then again he couldn’t keep his eyes off me the entire night, despite his inner battle.

That goodnight kiss quickly turned into a hot makeout session and ended in the back of his truck. Though being the perfect “gentleman”, he didn’t want me to repay the favour. I took care of that on our 2nd date.

“You’re treating me like a whore," I snapped back, managing to slip from his grip and crawl back on the desk but he quickly dragged me back and flung my knees over his shoulder while giving me a cruel sneer.

"I'm treating you like MY whore." Walter smirked. "And given that you are wetter than before, I'd say you want me to." With that, he sank between my legs and started feasting on my wetness with harsh bites and soothing licks.

I screamed, throwing my head back and arching on the desk. Somewhere between the laps and sharp nips, I stopped caring and for a twisted reason, began enjoying the fact that someone might be watching me.

My cuffed palms reached to grab his hair, and I fell back into the backseat of Walter’s truck, being reminded of how good it felt to have this hulking man shoot me up to heaven on the tip of his tongue. Quite too embarrassingly fast, I came again, tears rolling down my temples.

“Stop… stop” I gasped, not nearly as convincing as I wanted to be.

"We're only halfway through," Walter reminded me as he peeled my legs from his shoulders and stood to lean over me. Capturing my mouth, he kissed me aggressively, smearing the wetness from his beard of my chin.

"Be a good girl and come twice more for your husband." He commanded as he fisted my hair and forced me to stare at him.

Still basking in the high of my ecstasy, I nodded completely obedient at the utter loss of power. My bones turned liquid, gone was my rebellious nature and my sense of decency. Filled with shame, my sobs of resistance were now replaced by wanton little hiccups. I glanced at him with the big eyes of the submissive sex kitten he always wanted me to be, praying for this to be the end of it, uncertain of how much of his punishment I could endure.

Breaking my untameable brattiness to turn me into an obedient little kitten was the greatest high Walter could imagine. His upper body was hovering inches above mine as he murmured in my ears, "There is nothing I love more than your firey little body yielding to me."

He descended his mouth above the line of my cleavage and bit the soft flesh of my breast. Desire ripped through my body like a whip. Walter trailed down further, sitting back down and giving my inner thighs a whimsical nip.

While his words still trembled through my chest, I hissed at the teeth that broke my skin and left wet little creases down my inner thighs. Walter kept circling my mound but only drawing nearby.

“Walter!!” I cried out helplessly, careless of the people who could hear us in the other room. Not only everyone could see us, but I was also sure they could hear it all across the station.

“Sir, please!!!”

It was tormenting. Walter feasted upon everywhere but where I needed him to. His velvety lips showered first my outer then inner lips but kept carrying away from the spot. Trying to elicit more friction at my centre, I swayed my pelvis toward him, but he had none of it. His hand pressed down on my hips, and he bit down on my mound, causing sharp pain and buzzing tingles to spasm through my core. No matter how much I begged, he took his time, driving me crazy, making me totally riled up. And as he pulled away and breathed on my pussy I couldn't sustain it any longer.

“FUCK!!!”

My nails dug into my fists, the pressure built up in my lower gut, trying to force its way out without the one final push and shove. Fresh tears began running down my cheeks, and I cried, half of it a show, the other pure despair, “I’m begging you! Walter!”

Walter growled approvingly into the flesh of my outer lips, adoring my transformation from a loud tornado of a hellcat into a purring, pleading wanton little princess.

The power he wielded on my body made him feel almost drugged with satisfaction. As he saw my inability to handle the frustration any longer, he dived into my core with his wide, skilful tongue.

I came almost immediately, my entire spine rose from the surface of the table, my cries so loud someone might have thought I was being murdered. By the time I came down from my high I was drained, uncertain if I could even take another one.

“Babe, I can’t….”

"One more" Walter insisted. I whimpered, but he interrupted me. "It's not up for debate. One. More."

Back between my legs, he dragged himself along my wet slit but didn't stop there. I tried to jump as I felt his muscular tongue at my perineum, licking the small, delicate region with maddened desire.

Slippery, he trailed the uncharted territory, and I whimpered with fear as I felt his tongue on the thin, sensitive skin between my pussy and my anus.

“What are you doing?” I gasped.

Walter ignored my question and simply lifted his gaze to meet mine. Something ominous grew on his glare, and as I tried to read into it, he suddenly snapped his mouth and bit down on my flesh. Sharp fangs sank into the engorged wet skin at the bottom of my pussy, and his jaw clamped down between the two orifices.

This entire time, his intense, dark orbs were locked down on my hooded, tearful gaze.

“AHH NO!” I screamed. Tears immediately sprang from my eyes, and I looked at him, pouting at the intense pain. My face was turning red in seconds, and my entire core jittered.

“Walter! Hurts!!” I mewled incoherently and reached my cuffed fists to my face to wipe away the tears, sniffling like a little girl. Though oddly, I felt myself even closer to release as the inflicted pain aroused me.

Walter gave a gentle lick where he just bit me, and let go of my legs. One of his hands snaked to the cuffed wrists rested on my chest, and I was shocked when he covered both with his huge paw. His touch was rough but loving, and his eyes never veered from mine.

My breath hitched as I noticed his other hand disappearing beneath the surface of the table and the unmistakable sound of a belt being unbuckled echoed between the walls.

Still shuddering and tearing from the aftershock of the stinging pain, I looked at him both alarmed and excited and snapped at the mirror “Walter…” I warned him but fuck, I really needed him to fill me, four orgasms were not enough if I didn’t have him inside me, “I want you to fuck me so bad” I whispered, looking into his eyes with a rain-storm gaze.

Walter lifted his face and looked at me sternly.

"Keep your eyes on me," he ordered and unzipped his jeans. The sound made me involuntarily lick my lips, and Walter groaned but then plunged his mouth down between my legs. Devouring my folds and my clit while maintaining eye contact.

Desire gnawed at me as I noticed he was pumping his cock, and my climax was building alarmingly rapidly. With his tongue delving deep into my cunt and the sound and sight of him pumping his cock I came all over his beard for the very last time.

Breathless I slumped back onto the desk and watched him. My muscles were so drained I couldn't even move anymore.

Hungry eyes devoured the orgasm that shook through my body as he raised his head. His right arm was still pumping, and beads of sweat appeared on his temple. My eyes widened as I saw him straightening up, rising to his full, impressive and menacing height. My gaze descended to the massive angry red tip of his cock while he tugged at it with a steady rhythm.

Stepping closer, he grabbed my thigh by his other hand. The grip was tight, almost painful, and slowly he slid to my inner thigh and started talking.

"You've been a bad fucking brat tonight."

I gasped, but he didn't stop, the fingers reaching the apex of my thigh and pressing down on the sensitive flesh, causing a deliberate pain.

"Have you learned your lesson?" he demanded, eyes burying into mine, his impending release palpable between my sated and his riled up body.

I hissed with shock, my throat so dry words couldn't even form on my tongue. Looking at him completely struck, I nodded obediently and squirmed in his grip.

“Walter, please, please,” I whispered, begging, giving him a naive look that would usually throw him off the walls ,“Sir, please, I’ll be good, please put yourself inside me!” I have long forgotten I am being watched, all I cared about was us.

Walter's hand left my aching thigh, and he reached to my nape, pulling it up and forward.

I felt like a helpless doll as he was keeping me sat up with only his grip. He leaned slightly forward so that his face hovered above mine and slowly shook his head while he growled, "No. Only good girls get their master's cock."

He moaned loudly, and I gasped as I witnessed my husband climax and shoot his seed all over my tender pussy. Warm and thick cum coated me whole and dripped between my battered folds.

My legs spread wider, and pant of utter shock escaped me. The tingling sensation left me humiliated, yet incredibly wanton and throbbing in need to have him inside. Yet, my heart then dropped, realising he meant every word, and I wouldn’t be getting my way with my lover tonight.

Glossy eyed, I lifted my gaze to meet his. My entire body shook, and I was suddenly devastated as both my climax and the substance in my blood dropped. The realisation that I've just been degraded in front of the entire police force struck me like a slap on the face. I began feeling small, the pain searing me from both inside and outside. Drenched with shame, I turned my head to the side, hiding my face from the mirrored wall.

Having slight difficult to breathe, Walter tucked himself back in his pants and then reached a hand to my face.

"There's no one out there,” he said softly, noticing my sad tears. “No one saw you. I sent them out and locked the anteroom. It was only us.”

There was no need to question his reliability, as much as he was a beast of a man, Walter would kill someone before letting anyone see me naked, let alone in such a vulnerable, intimate moment. But the harrowing sensation of being watched lingered and so did the hurt of his punishment. I looked down at my cuffed wrists and shrug, nearly crying, “I want to go home.”

I tried to prepare myself for his refusal, but he surprised me.

"We're going home," he murmured.

He uncuffed me and scooped up my trembling body, then he took me out of the building through the back door. Carefully placing me on the passenger seat of his truck, he started the car to turn on the heat. I watched silently as he reached back to the backseat and returned with his winter jacket. He tucked me in it and excused himself, saying he needed to go back inside for a sec.

Slumping into the seat, I snuggled in his chunky jacket, inhaling the musky scent that my mind associated with safety and trust. My wrists still ached from the cuffs, and my legs trembled from the effort of going through overstimulation. Tears threatened to emerge, but I wiped them away while waiting for him.

Walter rushed back inside straight to the bullpen where he saw Keylah and Steph chatting with Toby. "Take the girls home and put all three files on my desk," he ordered him, but his eyes roamed the room, and he let out a deep breath as his eyes locked on the gigantic teddy bear. He grabbed it and turned to leave.

"Is she okay?" Steph asked worriedly. "She is" Walter snapped at her angrily. But in fact he was angry at himself, and only one of the reasons is that he actually lied to Steph.

As Walter lingered, a turmoil of emotions hit me. Like an anxiety attack, I battled to breathe slowly, hoping that he would be back soon.

The guilt was heavy in my chest, all the wrongs I did tonight, the store, the way I spoke to him and the humiliation I caused in his workplace. I was ashamed but also felt hurt by his behaviour and the longing, of course. All I wanted to do was hug him and make love to him, but I couldn't even look at him right now.

Walter rushed out, climbing into the driver seat of the truck and wordlessly offering the enormous stuffed toy to me. My hands reached for it, clutched the huge bear and squeezed it to my chest. Walter caressed my face and leaned in for a soft, loving kiss which was somehow still too harsh for me.

"You know that I love you," he whispered.

I glanced at him, and then answered quietly, squeezing the stuffed animal harder for comfort. “I know, bear,” I hesitated slightly and then smiled faintly, “I love you, Walter”.

But I turned my gaze down to the plush toy and waited for him to take us home as I was still shaken by the entire situation. As he began driving my eyes were fixed on the wedding band around his finger.

Breaking the silence, he abruptly cleared his throat and began speaking.

"I'll handle this. I'm not saying that I was leading you on the whole night about the severity of the situation, because I have to pull some really uncomfortable strings, but I can make this go away without penalty or criminal records." He glanced at me and then continued. "But you must understand that not only was it law-breaking, but also very dangerous. The clerk could have had a gun."

I took a deep breath, considering my next response carefully. Even though I was still furious at him for stalking me, I knew he did this out of concern, but his overprotective nature was making me feel like I can’t so much as breathe without him knowing. Still, he was right, “I’m sorry,” I answered, staring at the teddy bears' shiny eyes “I was… I don’t know what to say, I wish I could erase this night.”

He glanced at my face, then licked his lower lip. "All of it?" he asked, one eyebrow cocked, his expression was almost cheeky.

He looked back at the snowy city road as one of his hands reached out and took my left wrist, softly peeling it off the huge plush toy and gently rubbing the bruise the handcuffs left on it.

His thumb rolled over the bone of my wrist, causing my strained muscles to immediately relax, and my eyes softened. I turned my gaze to his, focusing onto his well-defined lips between the mess of coarse beard and thinking of how that hot mouth had just been on my most intimate spot.

It made me shiver.

“Not all of it…” I hinted with a small smile, “though I really needed you inside me.”

"I know, baby" Walter cooed as he carefully raised my hand to his lips and kissed the inside of my wrist. Soon we arrived home, and Walter circled around the car to open the door and easily scooped me up in his arms along with my purse, his jacket, and the huge bear.

Deftly, he opened the door and took me through the hall. Putting me down, he crouched to take my red pumps off after placing my hands on his shoulders so that I could lean on him.

I peered down as he unclasped the little strap carefully between his long, large fingers and slipped the shoe off before placing it aside and then worked the other.

Big and burly as he was, he was suddenly incredibly gentle, his thumb caressing my ankle and I squeezed his large shoulders and bit on a moan.

I couldn’t even begin to describe how much I loved this man, all the anger and resentment I felt for him earlier erased by a simple expression of care.

“I’m sorry” I called out, fluttering my mascara-heavy lashes. Walter lifted his head to meet my eyes silently “I’m sorry I was a bitch, I didn’t mean it. I love it that you are clingy.”

"It's okay," he replied quietly. "I know you didn't mean it. Or at least I hoped so," he added as he stood up with his knees cracking, and he kicked off his shoes, then he pulled off his sweater, revealing a simple black shirt that hugged his muscles deliciously.

I watched the flexing of his biceps and pecs, mesmerised as he took his gun, the handcuffs and my panties out of his pocket and how he discarded his badge, putting them all on the low seat of the hallway.

Fuck, I couldn’t get over the fact that I was married to such a big,

intimidating, attractive man. All my friends were madly hot for him, scrap that, all town knew who officer Marshall was and he just carried himself without even paying attention to the fact that he was dead handsome, only caring about the job and of course, forever worrying about his hell of a wife.

My hand reached to his pecs, pressing gently to feel his heat. “It’s late,” I whispered, “but I think I need a shower, I smell like booze, weed and cum, like... your usual suspects…”

I yipped when he suddenly scooped me up again and took me to the bathroom. We both undressed there and stepped in the shower together.

The hot steam surrounded me while Walter towered above me, his deep, intense blue eyes gazed at me. He blindly reached for a bottle of shower gel and grabbed the closest one that happened to be his, and seconds later he started lathering me with his masculine, spicy scent, stealing small kisses from my lips as he moved his arms around.

I moaned against his lips, my hands lathering his hairy chest and stroking down his rigid torso, tracing every sinew and muscle with the soft pads of my fingers. The stark scent of his shampoo drove me crazy and made me light-headed. Walter made me feel belonging, owned, in the most primal sense of the word. His strong hands squeezing my breasts and then gliding down to soap my behind. I whimpered as I felt his fingers slipping between my inner thighs and sliding up carefully, almost touching…

His kisses deepened as his hands roamed my body. Vamping fingers slowly slid toward the apex of my thighs. Both his loud moans and his touch assaulted my senses, and I broke into a breathless gasp.

Suddenly impatient, he grabbed my thighs and lifted me, crushing my back against the tiles. My legs wrapped around him right away, my hand reaching to clutch at his muscular back and I kissed him passionately, nibbling on his bottom lip and squirming into his hairy torso.

“I need you inside me!” I panted as I felt his heavy cock grazing at the back of my thigh, “I need you so much it hurts.”

“Fuck, Jen…” Walter growled as he reached around my legs, and guided his cock to my folds, “I need you too, baby.”

With a powerful push, he entered me and started pounding me right away with desperation. His hands clutched my trembling thighs, forehead pressed against the tiles right next to my head.

“Feels…so…fucking…good,” he groaned, each word followed by a hard thrust. My mouth watered at the sight of his muscular shoulder in front of my face.

As his thick cock filled me to the hilt and slammed against my cervix, something primal within me made me snap, my teeth sunk into his broad shoulders, my nails deliberately tore at his muscular back, leaving red valleys of crimson. Walter roared in pain, causing me to tighten around his hard shaft as his voice reverberated through the tiles and down my lungs.

“Harder!!!” I hear myself yelp and bit him again.

Walter grunted as he felt my little jaws clamp down on his muscles, the pain both annoyed and excited him.

He lifted his head, and dragged his forehead against mine, his feral eyes locking on to mine. "You're an insatiable little hell cat, aren't you?" he panted, tightening his grip on my thighs, and before I could answer him, he attacked my mouth with a bruising kiss.

My moans spilt into his mouth, my thighs bucked and spread wider to take even more of him. The hot, tingling familiar sensation began to intensify at the pit of my gut and I dug my nails into the arches of his back and rode him harder to chase my own drawing release.

"That's it, baby" Walter praised me as he felt my release building at an alarming speed. He dragged his mouth to my ear while one of his hands slid in between my butt cheeks, and as he commanded me to come, he pressed a calloused finger pad on the surface of my sensitive little puckered hole. "Come all over my cock. That's what you wanted all night, didn't you?" With that condescending remark, he dropped his face to my neck, biting down on the side of my throat.

”Walter! I'm com… I’m coming!!!” I screamed out as my cunt contracted around his meaty cock, milking him desperately, demanding his hot seed.

Tears of pleasure ran down my cheeks. Even after four intense orgasms, nothing could compare to having him deep inside me. My orgasm was so vivid I could feel him beating life into my body.

”Walter, fuck! I love you!”

To my love confession, Walter's hips faltered in their rhythm. His eyes widened as he felt my walls contracting around his throbbing cock. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanked it, tilting my head back so that I couldn’t help but look up at his eyes.

He needed me to completely surrender, to look up in his eyes when he came inside my cunt. "I... love you" he rasped, his gaze burning in my eyes as he came with loud animalistic grunts reverberating in my chest.

His hot seed filled my womb, the sensation of him leaving a piece of him inside me almost euphoric. He still held me, looking right into my eyes while his hand was latched around my hair, and my nails were deep inside his flesh. We were panting against one another, and I swallowed hard.

"Fuck" Walter breathed as our foreheads touched. He didn’t put me down yet, my weight was nothing for him, even after an earth-shattering orgasm. "Fuck," he repeated as I repressed the need to giggle knowing how my body affected him, "I needed that too. "

He kissed me lazily, his eyes softening and he smiled at me. "My beautiful little kitten" he cooed, and my heart could burst from the perfection of the moment. He caressed my back as the warm water sprayed on us.

“My beautiful big bear” I answered in return, forgetting all the hurt and anger and just feeling blissful in his arms. “We should get to bed, I am accepting patients tomorrow morning” I answered sadly and let him put me down. Walter ran one last stream of water over me and turned the tap off. Getting a towel, I wrapped it around my body and stepped out from the shower.

I put on a dainty nightgown, then went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water, and I found my husband in the middle of raiding the fridge wearing comfy sweatpants and a Superman t-shirt. His curls were still wet, water dripping on his shoulder, forming little dark blue spots on the sky blue fabric.

I watched his bulging muscles under the nerdy shirt. "You could totally play Superman in a movie." He only grunted, his mouth full of beignet, his beard covered with powdered sugar.

Sneaking behind him, I put my arms around his broad chest and kissed his bicep.

“You shouldn’t eat sugar this time of night, you won’t be able to fall asleep, Superman,” I teased him and tried to close the fridge door. “And I should stop buying these…” I licked my lips but then shook my head, preferring to maintain my figure.

“Sleep. Now.” I commanded him and leaned against the fridge.

"I... Fine." he grumbled and I smiled as I saw how biddable Walter can suddenly get. I went to the bedroom and climbed under the cover where he shortly joined me, taking off his shirt and sweatpants. I could feel his blazing hot chest on my back as he pulled me in for spooning, and we fell asleep within minutes exhausted but with soft sighs and sated smiles.

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