#My life with the walter boys x male reader

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Y/N helped a drunken Alex to his bedroom as he giggled and played with Y/N's face. The stairs were a bit of a challenge as Alex kept slumping in his arms on purpose.

After a bit of time, Y/N helped Alex onto his bed as he began to undo his tie. "Okay. Now, we're going to get this tie off you, then I'm going to remove your boots and you'll go to sleep."

Alex looks at him with unfocused eyes. "But I don't wanna go to sleep. I wanna go back to the party."

"Trust me. You're not missing anything. Just got to sleep okay?"

"How about a kiss instead?" Alex grins and giggles.

Y/N's face burned with heat. "No, Alex. That's not a consensual kiss. And I don't want to kiss you when you're not in your right mind. Besides, you have a girlfriend."

"Not even a little smidgee-widgee?" Alex laughs.

"No, Alex. That's not going to hap–"

Alex leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

[evvyyypeters-fics]

Intro/ Rules!!!

Hey! Welcome to my blog! 

Just a disclaimer that I did have another blog, but that one got deleted on accident because I’m a silly goose so most of my posts in the start are reuploads from that account! (Boosts on reuploads are appreciated if you're seeing this at a recent time.)

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This account is for my writing. I mainly write fics based around Evan Peters, but I will (rarely) post some more original content or even dip into different fandoms or familiar characters.

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(Warning! I am still a student and I also get burnt out really easily, so please expect a week long MINIMUM before recieving your fic request. I will try my hardest to get to all requests, and ASAP, but I will not make promises to anyone. Even mutuals. Please keep in mind my mental health and work schedule, thank you.)

Dos: 

Any character portrayed by Evan Peters or Evan himself (Disclaimer: All fics pertaining to Evan himself are NOT accurate depictions of the real-life counterpart/ his character. I will have a warning on those fics that they should only be seen as a fictional/ dramatic/ idealistic version of him and is not meant to substitute as real information or depiction of him.)

Any character from AHS (American Horror Story)

Other fandoms I’m in: MOE (Mare of Easttown), Umbrella Academy, Challengers, OBX, RE (Resident Evil), Pedro Pascal (drool), Heathers, My Life With the Walter Boys, The Last Of Us, NARCOS, YOU, Riverdale (might add more in the future. This isn’t guaranteed, but if you’re interested in me writing for any of these please suggest them to me.)

Smut, fluff, angst, whatever

I’m not picky, anything is fine with me unless it crosses my boundaries (below) 

Don’ts (ick): 

Scat and vomit fetishes. Absolutely not. Hard no. Not sorry. 

Vore or any weird shit like cannibalism and other more “alternative” kinks

Any sort of r4pe or 4ssault/ non-con. I might delve into dub-con but there will still be a basis of consent (like a previous discussion or understanding). 

Any sort of incest. That includes step-cest. Absolutely not. 

Illegal age gaps or hard age gaps and ageplay. This includes an 18 year old/ barely legal with anyone over 24. My age gaps will always be 20+ if it includes someone the age of 30 or over. I will also not do any sort of ddlg or “littles”. It’s not my forte and I especially won’t do it if you sexualize it.

On the topic of age, all characters (including reader) will be 18+ when it comes to smut or sexual-related fics. I will try to add this warning when it is crucial to specific characters, but please know that all characters that you request smut of that are originally minors WILL be aged up and that will be depicted inside the fic. There is no exceptions to this rule.

MLM, (T)MLM, (T)FLM, etc. are a no for me. As AFAB I only know how to write for the cis-fem experience and while I love my gays and theys, I just don’t feel comfortable in my ability to do gay or trans/ trans-gay relationships justice. I also don’t feel that it’s my place to write for them. On this note, most of my fics will be reader x male character related but that does not mean that I won't write F4F just because that's in my comfort zone and I understand that experience better.

Too specific of reader details. This also goes into what I said above, but I will no write for race or body type specific readers. I am a cis-white averagely sized woman and while I’m a hard ally, I genuinely just don’t believe I can accurately depict those experiences or people so I will always try and keep the reader as blank as possible so that anyone who reads my fics can be in that character’s shoes.

Tangent: Sadly, I don’t write lots of GN fics just because as a writer I DO insert myself into the story because visualization is how I write. So often the reader will be fem and may have more euro-centric features, typically unintentional. If you have a problem with that, I recommend you find another writer to consume/ create your fic ideas or make your own. (Please do, we need more writers in the EP fandom. This is tough work, truly.)

Now that we’re past the hard stuff, here’s some information about me! (Some may have been clarified before, but here’s a clearer run-down.) 

Basic Information about me:

You can call me Evie or Evvy! 

I go by she/her and they/them

I’m cis-fem and bisexual! 

Some of my hobbies: 

Writing (obviously)

Reading (duh) 

Drawing (check out my main account for some fanart)

Collecting Bear Paraphernalia (figures, mugs, plushies, t-shirts, etc.) 

Collecting vintage 

Thrifting

Fashion 

Some of my favorite musical artists!: 

Lana Del Rey

Ethel Cain

Mazzy Star

Boa

The Smiths

Lesley Gore

Queen

Skeeter Davis

Lady Gaga

Deftones

Morrissey

Chappel Roan

Akira Yamaoka (underrated producer IMO)

Many others I will spare you to not list, including VOCALOID artists under this part

My favorite movies/ shows!: 

AHS (uhm) 

MOE

The Days 2004 

Anything by Tim Burton and Jim Henson

My Life With the Walter Boys (cringe I know, but Noah Lalonde is so hot ok pls spare me) 

Pearl, Maxxxine, etc

Anything by Sofia Coppola (queen)   

The Breakfast Club 

Pretty in Pink

Sixteen Candles

Riverdale (yes, sadly. Bughead is otp idc)

Alice in Wonderland (you know which one) 

My favorite books:

The Virgin Suicides

Girl, Interrupted

Cuckoo Song

The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo series

Nana

Honestly anything by Ai Yazawa

Anything by Clamp

The Stranger

Lolita

My favorite games: 

Silent Hill

Resident Evil

American McGees Alice in Wonderland 

Siren series

Sims4

Animal Crossing

Alice by American McGee series

Anything by Puppet Combo and 616 Games 

Hatsune Miku Project Diva and Mirari 

My favorite Celebrities: 

Evan Peters (no comment.) 

Taissa Farmiga 

Lily Rabe

Pedro Pascal

Noah Lalonde

Christian Slater

Emma Watson

Lana Del Rey

Lady Gaga

Chappel Roan

Aurora

Lili Reinhart

Things I hate (despise): 

Emma Roberts 

Julia Roberts

The Roberts

Tumblr creeps

Creeps in general

Bigots

Emma Roberts

Halsey

Incest 

Zionists

Did I mention Emma Roberts?

Emma Snoberts 

Thank you so much for reading this yap session of information! Please boost my posts if you’re willing and able, it really helps with reach and gives me motivation to keep writing! I love seeing all of your reactions to my work! 

If you wish to contact me, whether about your requests or just to become friends/ mutuals and just chat, please feel free! My door is always open to anyone who wants to have a friendly discussion, or if you want to know more about me!

Masterlist to be added...

Main Account if you didn't see it

Tagging to boost/ mooties/ ahs fans (mainly users I can remember rn cuz my spirit animal is literally Dory from Finding Nemo istg):

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introduction

hii ! my name is madi (she/her)

about me! ⬇️

my birthday is october 29th

i love billie eilish, nessa barrett, renee rapp, chappell roan, and more!!

i love writing! please leave requests for any of the fandoms below !

all works are mine, i do not condone any of my work to be posted/reposted/translated by anybody besides me! all copyright ownerships go to me and me only.

masterlist:

sturniolo triplets

tlou fandom

harry potter characters

percy jackson olympions

the summer i turned pretty

billie eilish

marvel characters

sam and colby

the hunger games

jake & johnnie

the vampire diaries

my life with the walter boys

supernatural

cobra kai

outer banks

ginny and georgia

about my works and rules.

i will NOT be writing any rape incest or underaged smut whatsoever.

i do not write character male x male reader as i am a female !!

i will write about dark topics such as mental health and struggles that come with it... but please be aware of using trigger warnings and just being mindful when making requests

dont be a silent reader! i love making friends with the community as well as anons, feel free to talk to me and send me a message anytime<3

if you wanna be added to my taglist just ask! <3

all my work is mine i do not allow any of it to be reposted, translated, copied to another site, etc.

my tag(s)!:

#madispeaks!

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request guidelines

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the fandoms I write for :

orange is the new black !

harry potter (next gen, marauders, golden trio)

marvel

the summer I turned pretty (maybe)

shadow and bone

the craft

cobra kai

everything now

one piece (netflix live action version bc I haven't watched the anime yet)

my life with the walter boys (isaac, alex, lee, jackie, danny, no cole)

outer banks

challengers

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what I will write / not write :

I won't write smut

I won't write themes that are too dark

I won't write reader with male pronouns

I won't write yandere

I won't write any NSFW themes

I will barely or won't write character x character

I will write angst

I will write fluff

I will write polyamory (a lot probably)

I will write LGBTQ+ (obviously)

I will write character x reader

I will write reader with fem or gn pronouns

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collages / moodboards :

If you want to request a collage / moodboard, give me the character, a colour, another person

if you want the collage to be about a ship, give me a faceclaim or another character, I will not be doing crossovers of fandoms for example harry potter and marvel so you couldn't request peter parker x harry potter but something like harry potter x neville longbottom would be possible

If you want a ship with a "new character / faceclaim", tell me more about the relationship character x new character have, maybe how they show love towards each other and ofc the name of the actor for the faceclaim

I hope this makes sense

you could also give me a scenario, like what would it be like to go to the cinema with this character, what would a date with them look likefor that, you can also give me an extra faceclaim or another character that they're doing those things with!

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headcanons / one shots :

if you request, ofc tell me what the headcanon / oneshot is about and with which character which pronouns does reader have

which trope ( angst, fluff, poly, etc. )for a oneshot I will need kind of a more detailed idea / plot

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don't feel shy to request!!

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Octane x FEM! Reader part 17

So sorry about the long delay. Life kinda got in the way after a bout of writer's block. Should I start a tag list for those who are really invested in this?

A bit angsty but it resolves itself!

Masterlist

After about three hours of helping Ramya I headed back to the compound. The weather was nice and cool after the rain the night prior and I used it as an opportunity to think things over a little more clearly. Tavi has always been a man of action over words and seeing as he’s not the biggest fan of any emotion unless it's the joy from his adrenaline rushes, it could have been his way of telling me that things were over. 

As I walked into the compound everyone’s attention fell onto me and it started to make me feel a little uncomfortable. “What’s up?” I hesitantly asked. There was a collective pause as everyone looked at each other and seemed to come to the same conclusion. After a few more moments of silence there was a general murmur of 'nothing' before everyone went back to what they were doing before I walked in. Giving my head a shake I head off to my room in the complex for a quick shower and a change of clothes. 

As hours, days and several games passed, Tavi seemed to have been avoiding me as much as possible. When we're placed on the same team he only talked to me when he needed to and without any of his normal banter. The drastic change didn't go unnoticed by fans and media alike and they were all asking the same question, 'what happened to Apex's speediest couple.' 

There happened to be a duo game today and I was hoping and praying that I got anyone, but Tavi. At this point I'd gladly trade him for Caustic if I could, or listen to Revenant talk about how many different ways he would kill me if I failed to help him win a game, but alas the odds weren't in my favor as the list of partners popped up. 

Today's game also happened to be a charity game where everyone got to pay to pick a theme. Which just so happened to be 'beach day'. Walking over to my dresser I start digging through the bathing suits I have when a knock sounds at my door before it opens. I turn to come face to face with Loba in a striking red bikini and a matching sheer tied cover across her hips. 

"Hello beautiful, I decided you need my help getting back at lover boy after what happened." She stated as she walked over and hip checked me away from the drawer I was previously digging through. "Me, I need to get back at Tavi? Are we sure this isn't to take your mind off your failing relationship with Valk?" I question as Loba pulls out bikinis and one piece alike shaking her head at each one before chucking it to a random corner. Instead of answering me she finishes going through the drawer and produces a pair of black side corset bikini bottoms with a scrunched but and a black bikini top with green fishnet on the cups and extra long strings that wrap around the torso. "Wear this with some strappy black sandals." Is all she says before exiting my room, still avoiding my questions.

Getting on the dropship half an hour later I'm greeted by wolf whistles from the majority of the male population. I just roll my eyes and head over to Fuse and Bloodhound. "Think you can run in those flip flops Walter?" I question, to which he replies with a full bellied laugh. "If I need ta run I'll ditch the shoes." He replies and Hound shakes their head in dismay. Giving them a once over I realized that they decided to sport a full body surf suit. 

Drop ship reached its destination: 'King's Canyon'.  The metallic female voice announced above us as a holographic map appeared in the center of the drop ship. My wrist gear lights up as my earpiece buzzes to life with Octane's voice "let's land over here." I glanced down to see that he decided on the Market. "Sure, just don't die too quick," I ok and walk towards one of the pads that'll lower for the jump. 

Seconds later I'm soaring down to the building and taking notice of the 6 other teams that land nearby. Hitting the ground running I'm quick to grab the first gun I see. A Mozambique and a CAR thinking fast, I rush up the steps in front of me and into the room on my left. In the room I find a set of syringes and a shield battery. Walking in a bit further I spot a Sentinel which I'm quick to swap for the Mozambique. Just as I get ready to leave the room Tavi’s voice is in my ears again, "enemy trap here." A quick glance tells me it's right outside the corner of my room, just before the stairs. "Thanks." I say before the line goes dead.

Sighing I walk out the other door and right into an enemy. The guy is stalky at best with no real discernible features due to the strange mask he wore. "Enemy attacking." I just barely shout into my coms before the guy lifts me off the ground by my neck. I grapple around trying to get my hands on one of my guns while simultaneously trying to land a kick on the male so he'll drop me. A rapid succession of fire and the guy drops me and falls down to shield himself with the knock down. 

Before I can register what happened I'm dragged back into the room I just left so I can regain my breath. I stand up just in time to see Tavi’s green trunks and bare back as he ducks out the door and back into the fights happening all around us. It's been months and he's still this cold to me? I don't think there's a chance to save any of this. I think to myself as I head back into the fray just in time to save him from getting a Mastiff shot to the back from Caustic. 

After the fighting finished off in Market we quickly moved to rotate to Pit in a quick succession of fights and little to no talking. Taking cover in the building near Pit we take a moment to breathe as I look at the feed. "Four squads left." I inform Octane, only to be met yet again with silence. At this point I can't hold it anymore.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I shouted, causing Tavi to jolt and spin so he was facing me. "We have one little fucking fight and you just up and leave me. No explanation, no chances to make things right, nothing. You left me in the damn rain to find my own way back all because you couldn't take what I was saying. Pathetic for the man who chooses to risk his life for people's entertainment-" Octane held up his hands and started to try and speak up "-no you've had your chance to speak, to try and make things right. This is my time to speak and you're going to stand there and fucking listen-" my rant gets cut off by a siren and bombs. Needing to get the anger out in a more constructive way (and to hide my frustrated tears)  I rushed out of the building and into the fray. 

I open fire at Gibraltar, my vision red and blood list rushing through my veins, I failed to hear Octane's warning or notice Rampart approaching with Sheila at the ready. The next thing I knew everything was black. 

Waking up I find myself in the medbay on the ship. I groaned and let my head fall back onto the pillow just as the door to the room opened. “Chica?” his familiar voice called out to me. I know that he knows I’m awake, but I honestly don’t feel like talking to him at the moment. “Go away Octavio.” I state as I turn onto my side facing away from the door. “Back to the first name, damn you must be really hurt.” in that sentence something inside me just snaps. Sitting up I turn and glare at the green haired devil “Hurt?” I questioned, “Hurt you say, I must be hurt?” I rhetorically asked again. “It’s not like my boyfriend had left me in a park absolutely confused as to if he broke up with me or not, all because he couldn’t stand what I was saying. Or could it be that AFTER all of that he gave me the cold shoulder for MONTHS with no reason, nothing, not even telling me if he just needed space for a while to sort things out. So, yeah, maybe just maybe I AM HURTING LIKE HELL.” I ranted. During the outburst I had unknowingly gotten up from the bed and stalked Tavi into a corner. Before either one of us could say something further, Ajay walked into the room. “I was just coming in to check up on (y/n), but since you’re here O we also need ta talk.” Ajay interjected into the tensed silence. 

As Ajay talked to Tavi, she checked out my injuries that were having some difficulties healing after the match. I just tuned them out wondering if the woman wrapping my torso with clean dressings will still be talking to the guy I’m avoiding for me to run back to my room or take him away with her so, I didn’t have to continue the inevitable conversation pertaining to the current strain in whatever relationship we have. I was silently praying to Bloodhound's old gods all the while. Once Ajay was finished with me, she stated that I had to stay in medbay until we got back to the compound. 

Once Ajay was gone I kept my eyes pointedly on my lap. “We really need to talk this out since you seem to be all in your head about it.” Before I could snap back Octane pushed forward not giving me an opportunity, “I know I stranded you there, but it was only momentarily. You were gone before I came back for you. Yes i didn't like what you were saying, was it the truth,” he shrugs noncommittally “maybe, I don't know for sure. Pops hasn't been answering any questions I ask about that night. When I got back to the compound everyone was telling me to give you space and that you'd come to me when you were ready. I wanted to apologize, completely out of character I know. I've been trying to figure out who I can trust and how much I can give back in return. What I learned is that I don't like fighting with you, nor do I like being able to talk to you or hold you. Do you think you could forgive me for my foolishness?” I decided to sit there and truly think over what Tavi said before replying, “I think it'll take more than just this and that we'll have to reestablish our trust in each other, eventually yes i think i can.”

[mel-the-fangirl]

The Escort

Walter Marshall x Reader

Words: 2,064

Warnings: none

Happy super late Valentine’s, Cavillry! As usual, this is a very very late upload but in my defense, it does say in my bio that I am a procrastinator soooo... Anyway, I’m really excited about this miniseries because I love the movie (The Wedding Date, 2005) and I really wanted to write Walter, I hope I do him justice!

Feedback (good and bad!) means the world to me as rookie writer, so I hope you’ll like, reblog and leave me some replies!

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You could not believe you were doing this. You just couldn't. But there you were doing it, even though your mind screeched at you to stop and save a little dignity for yourself.

The fact that you even considered doing this was already a serious loss of dignity points, so what the hell. People did this all the time, didn’t they? There wouldn’t be a whole network of people clumped into this app if it wasn’t a normal occurrence.

It just wasn’t a normal occurrence for you.

Once you filled your head with rationalisations to make yourself feel better, you took a deep breath and began browsing through what the great city of New York had to offer.

Z, 6’, loving hands, fit, athletic, good manners, for water sports, caramel complexion.

For water sports? What in the hell did that mean? And that single initial in place of an actual name? Serial killer vibes. No, thank you.

Lenny, 6’2”, pretty fit Italian, excellent dinner companion, all occasions catered.

Alright. Okay. Now we’re talking. Tall, European, excellent dinner companion equals to good conversationalist, accommodating. Lenny goes on the list of possibilities.

Terry, 6’, my soft voice will arouse you, my strong hands will pleasure you,  let me show you how a woman should be treated, hourly/overnight rates.

Oh no no no. Major creep vibes from Terry. That ad alone had you reaching for another long swig of wine.

Joey, 5’8”, are you into champagne?, bodybuilder, will treat you like a queen.

“If you like piña coladas…” you sang in not even remotely the right key, topping off your drink

Josh, 5’9”, I can make you feel sexy and wanted. Fit, sensual, strong.

“Well!” you exclaimed drunkenly, almost spilling wine on your couch, “Tough beans, Josh! I don’t need a man to make me feel sexy and wanted!” you faltered a bit, your drunk mind still seeing the holes in your logic

“I just… Need a man to help me not look like a tragic spinster in front of my family and my ex...”

With that thought fresh in your mind, you reached for some more wine.

The ads went on and on as you scrolled through your phone, it was all a little overwhelming, how were you going to make sure you weren't hiring some psychopathic serial killing pervert to pose as your date to your sister's wedding?

The groan you let out bounced off the walls of your apartment. The reality of your situation was sinking in little by little. 

Yes. You were hiring a male escort for your sister's wedding. It was your baby sister's wedding, by the way. You were a hundred percent aware that what you were doing was completely and utterly pathetic but you’ve already weighed the pros and cons in your head countless times.

Showing up alone: pitying looks, whispering behind your back, having to face ex by yourself, staggering levels of embarrassment.

Showing up with handsome -hired- date: mother can finally get off your back, date is more handsome than ex, ex will want to shrivel up and die, no one will know date is male escort except you and him.

Now, let’s break down some of the guests just for the sake of being thorough. 

There’s your slightly overbearing mother (slightly meaning every call you have with her opens with the question: “how's your love life, dear?” or “I have the most amazing man to set you up with!”), all of her judgy eagle-eyed friends (mostly rich widows whose sons your mom shamelessly shoves your way), your extended family (some terrifyingly old school great aunts and uncles who will definitely ask if you’re married and smile sympathetically when you say you’re not), and last but certainly not the least, Jeffrey, your ex-fiancé (best man, but apparently not the best man for you, his words not yours).

"Lordy fuck." you exhaled hard, chugging your wine straight from the bottle

How on earth did you get here? Sitting alone in your apartment, working your way through your second bottle of wine (or third? Who was keeping count?), clicking on ads that spoke of "hot single males in your area" waiting to meet you.

Would it be fair to pin it all on the end of your engagement?

Picturing that moment, you decided that it was only fair. Those were five years of your life you would never get back, you were prepared to sign on for more but, yeah.

You were blindsided, that's the only way to describe it. All the while, you thought that you and Jeffrey were on the same page, at the same place in life. You were the golden couple, the couple that all the other couples wished they could be, when you two walked past, girlfriends would give their boyfriends a slap on the shoulder that meant, "Why can't we be more like them?"

It was so out of nowhere, one minute you were discussing wedding cake options over dinner, then suddenly you're putting the ring in his palm, completely in shock. 

After that, you threw yourself into your work despite the fact that you were already a budding workaholic to begin with. That's how you ended up earning six figures a year. 

Six figure salary, check. Doing pretty well in life all things considered, check.

But even with all that, there weren't any conversations over casseroles and cobblers about your many achievements. Nope, your mother and her friends would much rather discuss their worries that you would essentially, die alone.

Your little sister, Amy, getting married before you didn't exactly help to put a lid on all the chatter. And with Jeffrey being the best man? And you being maid of honour? 

It was a disaster waiting to happen.

Maybe you could make up an excuse believable enough to get you off the hook so you wouldn’t have to go?

Were you really thinking about bailing on your little sister’s wedding? If she wasn’t taking cues from your mother, it would be the only one she ever had.

Not one of your finest moments as a sibling.

With the complications of your situation fully realised, you took to reading the ads with a little more effort. Luckily, you didn’t have to look for long.

Nick, 6’, male, tall, good looking, strong build. You will not be disappointed.

The ad was considerably less flashy than the others but you supposed that’s what drew you to it in the first place. It was understated, simple, and his ad wasn’t entirely made up of overcompensating flexing pics.

Mostly because he didn’t need them.

Call off the search, send the boys home. You had a winner here!

Staring up at you from your phone screen was the most handsome man you have ever seen in your life. Literally.

A mane of thick, artfully disheveled curly hair, eyes that were a light shade of blue that had a sort of dark intensity and intelligence that you could spend days trying to understand, and a smile. Oh, that smile was absolutely suckerpunching. It was odd though, something in your head was telling you that this man did not smile often.

You couldn’t tell if the warmth blooming in your chest and creeping towards your cheeks was from all the wine or from examining this prime specimen. Jeez Louise!

“Phew!” you fanned yourself upon stumbling on a photo of him crossing his arms in a tank top. Good God, you hoped he had a license for those guns!

You had to set your phone down for a minute to think things through although it seemed absolutely nuts that you had to think twice at all. It’s just that after the initial excitement and hormones wore off, it was becoming more and more evident that this man was too good to be true.

Just look at him! Were there actually men that looked like that? And why didn’t they live closer to you? A quick sweep of his profile placed him in Minneapolis.

What were the crime rates like there? And did they have a high rate of murders relating to escort services?

Before you could even google anything related to that, you stopped yourself. If you kept at this rate, you would never get anything done! Finally, after a methodical deliberation (aka ogling the pictures on his ad), you saved Nick’s contact number to your phone.

Aaand that’s as far as you’d go for the night. You could call him tomorrow when you weren’t a floundering drunk. It was like your mother always said, “Always be sober for a business transaction, but anything else calls for a cocktail.”

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The following morning, you sat at your little breakfast nook, eggs still piping hot and untouched, and a hangover in full effect. You’ve been staring at the phone number for so long, you could say it in your sleep.

Come on, Y/N, the wedding is five freaking days away.

What if this guy was fully booked? You didn’t want to spend five days surrounded by family with Mr. my-soft-voice-will-arouse-you, did you?

You slammed your finger down on the call icon and stuck the phone to your ear. Your heart beat faster and faster with every ring and your palms became so slick with sweat that you almost dropped your phone a couple of times. 

Maybe you should have taken your mother up on the multiple occasions that she wanted to set you up with someone. Alright, on second thought, you didn’t really want to be with someone who only looked good on paper but was actually an insufferable mama’s boy.

“Hello?” a male voice answered, catching you off-guard

Oh, God. Okay, you’re really doing this.

“Yes, hi! Hi. Uh, I’m looking for Nick!” you chirped, in a startled high pitched squeak you didn’t dare recognise as your own

The silence on the other end was starting to make you sweat behind the knees. It suddenly dawned on you that you didn’t mention any specifics.

“Uh, sorry! I got this number from the, uh, the ad. I’m looking for Nick?”

“Yes! Yes, that’s right, but Nick isn’t in right now. This is his manager.”

Was that a good sign? That a male escort had a manager? Did all male escorts have managers? You clearly didn’t know enough about this stuff.

“It’s a pleasure, Mister..?”

There was another beat of silence before the person on the other line answered, you tried your hardest not to overthink about what that could have meant.

“Foley! I’m Foley, Nick’s manager.” Mr. Foley’s voice returned to your ear, sounding much too bright for your liking. 

Christ, what were you, a cop? To be honest, you were exhausted. Despite all the alcohol in your system last night, you barely got any sleep. You spent the rest of the night reading through some reviews of Nick’s service as an escort.

He had a glittering five star rating.

One woman hired him to pose as her husband at a high school reunion and by the end of the night, she ended up proposing to him. He respectfully declined and even bought her dinner afterwards.

That review alone was enough to convince you that you would be in good hands. So, it was time to buckle down, swallow the nerves, and handle your business like the adult you were.

“Mr. Foley,” you shook your hair out and put on your professional voice. “I’d like to book your client for five days, give or take. I need a plus one for a wedding. Is he available to leave on the-”

“Please hold. I’ll check his schedule.”

“Oh. But I didn’t mention when I-”

“He’s available. Would you prefer to pick him up at JFK or will he meet you at your place of residence?”

“Oh. Uh, I guess I could pick him up. Do I pay for his ticket or..?” you were feeling a teensy bit of whiplash at how fast this was all going

There was some rustling on the other line and the muffled sounds of bickering. You tried not to let that concern you.

“We’ll handle that, Ms. Y/L/N. We have your number, we’ll be in touch for further details. Good bye.”

The line went dead and you were left staring at your phone in confusion. Did you tell him your name?

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Näher | Pt.03

Walter x Female Reader; Axel Dieter Jr. (Marcel Barthel) x Female Reader (Nicknamed ‘Hase’) Mob AU! Rating: Mature (Minors DNI) Word Count: 1677 Warnings: Smut. PiV, oral (male receiving), fingering. Summary: Walter is jealous of Hase and Axel  Pt.01 | Pt.02

Being with Walter has been something else. I moved in with him on the same day I agreed to work? fuck? be his play toy? anyway, I’m still trying to understand what our relationship actually is.

Work is relatively easy, pretty similar to what I used to do on my previous job. Finances, business administration, the usual. Walter always comes to me when he needs inputs on how to get something done, it felt nice to have my knowledge and capacity finally being recognised.

As to my sex life... well, it went from constantly putting batteries on my shopping list to having to take the day off because I could barely walk. Walter had this drive that was hard to keep up with. It was when he wanted, where he wanted, how he wanted and trust me, I’m not complaining. I haven’t felt this good in such a long time.

I am getting to know the other guys too. Tim is super nice and smart but very quiet too, Alex took a while to warm up to me. Being Walter’s right-hand man, he was very weary of my arrival, which I don’t blame him, they ran a serious business and who would trust a person that came out of nowhere? He did end up liking me, liking me so much that he became the father figure I never had and lectured Walter whenever he was being too harsh with me. Fabian was the sweetest person ever, calm, very friendly, made feel so welcome when I first arrived. He always made sure I was comfortable while he and Axel trained me (Walter asked me to take a few self-defence lessons, just in case). And Axel, well our relationship was the same thing we had in high school. We would go out, get drunk and go home in the early hours of the morning, order shitty takeout food to eat while watching even shittier movies. Sometimes it felt like Walter was jealous of us together. He would look at me with a face that showed that I let him down every time I came home in the morning after a night out with Junior or, when we were watching movies together, he would sit next to us and sigh and mumble incoherent things all the time. I always brushed it off and hoped that Axel never noticed it.

Today was a slow day, the business pretty much running itself. Walter and I were on his office, and while he was talking on the phone with his gun dealer, I read a copy of Edgar Allan Poe’s best works that he had in his library. He got off the phone, shook his head and let a defeated sigh.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked him without taking my eyes off the book so he wouldn’t notice the panicked look on my face when I realised I slipped up with the pet name. “Baby?” “I’m sorry.” “Say it again.” “I’m sorry.” “Not that, what you said before.” “Baby?”

“Come here.” he asked so softly while he patted his lap for me to sit on it. So, I did. I left my place on the chair on the other side of his desk, took of my heels, raised my shirt high enough so I could comfortably straddle his lap. As soon as I did, he held me close to him, hugging me, hiding his face on my neck, and inhaling. He stayed there for a little while and I respected his silence, the only sound around us was from the old record player playing Rolling Stones. I kept scratching his scalp, trying to soothe him for a bit. He mumbled something on my skin that I couldn’t really hear. “Can’t understand you, Baby.” “He said that the shipment will take longer than expected to arrive. Our usual route that passes by the Czech Republic got compromised and he’ll have to make a new one, probably by the sea.” “Is there anything else that we can do?” “No, he’s taking care of everything.” “Good, don’t worry then. Everything will be alright.” I gave him a little peck on the lips to punctuate it.

I positioned my elbows back on top of his table, to give him a better look. I was met back with a look of adoration, that felt really nice coming from him. “You’re so beautiful, you know that? Inside and out.”

I blushed and didn’t have the words to answer him. He noticed it and brought my lips back to his, kissing me softly and slowly taking off my shirt. He pulled my bra down enough so he could play with my breasts. We stayed like for a little while, just taking in each other.

We didn’t hear the knock on the door, noticing someone was entering the room when it was too late. “Walter, did Mack call y—“ Axel froze in place when he saw us. Walter’s demeanour changed completely when he realised who interrupted us. The soft touch he had on my breasts turned into a painful pinch on my nipple. “Junior, come here. Lock the door, please.” Axel did as he was told. “Walter, I’m sorry I interrupted you guys...” “No, no. It’s fine. Get up, honey. Junior, you always had a crush on her, right?” I couldn’t say anything, just stared at him. When I tried to get my bra in place, he held my hand. “C’mon, Junior. Cat got your tongue? Answer. You liked her, didn’t you?” “I did for a while during high school, yes.” Axel answered, blushing. “So fuck her.” Walter said as he pushed me towards Axel. “Walter, I don’t thin—“ I mouthed ‘don’t’ to him, better not to confront Walter in this mood. “It’s fine! I’m sure our little hure would love to! Go on, honey, make him cum. I’ll just sit here.” he said has he went back to his chair.

I held Axel’s hand whispering to him that it was fine. He kissed me gently, guiding me the couch that was positioned under the window, behind Walter’s desk. Walter turned around to continue to look at us with an amused expression. Axel’s touch was different. Gentler, calmer, almost apologetic, a very big contrast to Walter’s. He helped me take the rest of my clothes off and laid me down gently on the on the couch and proceeded to take his own clothes off. He kissed me again, with a bit more force this time, his hands roaming my body and it found its way to my core, where he rubbed my clit gently. He stayed like this for a while, then inserted two digits to prepare me for his length. His touch was precise and determined, giving me an orgasm quickly. He repositioned us, both kneeling on the couch, him behind me, his right arm holding me by my waist. Switching his fingers with his cock, he rocked us slowly, in such an agonising pace. Noticing how torturous it was for me, he picked up speed and I met his thrusts halfway. I took one hand to my heat and started playing with myself. Wasn’t long until another wave hit me. Axel started whimpering and Walter’s voice boomed, “Junior, are you close?” making us stop. “Yes.” “Hase, get down on your knees. Suck him and stop only when he comes.” So I did. I started slow, kitten licks on his head, one long stripe up on its underside. Back to its head, tongue swirling, taking more and more of him, deep throating him until I gagged, spit running down my chin. I kept going like this until he came on mouth and I made sure Walter saw I swallowed it all. “Open your mouth, honey.” I did as he said and he spat inside it, closing my mouth so I swallowed it too. “Isn’t she great? You can leave now, Junior.”

I quickly dressed myself again and sat on the couch waiting for Axel to leave. He did without saying anything, only shooting me an apologetic look. When he closed the door, I went straight to Walter’s face. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you, but Axel is my best friend and I assume he is yours too. Don’t you even think about doing anything to him, you understand me? I’ll fucking end you if I see one hair out of place in his head, got it?” “Oh, mein hase, I’m not doing anything with any of you. I’ve seen how you two are together, you should hear how he used to talk about you before we met. That boy adores you and I know you reciprocate it. I see how you two look at each other, the lingering stares, and the soft touches. You can fuck him whenever you want, hell, you can fuck any of the boys whenever you want. I just made it easier for both you.” I looked at him to see if he was lying, but I never got a more sincere look him that this. “Fine, I’m going home.”

He sighed and grabbed my hand, kissing it.

“Liebe, come here.” He got me on his lap again. “Look, I’m sorry about this. I’m just jealous of how the two of you are with each other, I know there’s a lot of love there and it’s not the same between us. I hope it will be like this one day.” He confessed. I kept staring at him, my mind going a thousand miles per hour.

“You should talk more, express your feelings more. It looks good on you. Who told you I don’t love you? Because I do. It’s just hard to express because you don’t open yourself enough for others, and it’s okay to open yourself up, that’s not a sign of weakness. I love you, okay?” “I love you.” He repeated. “I love you.” And I kissed him. “Oh, good to know I have a free pass. Think I’ll fuck Tim next. Bet he gives good head.” “Hase…”

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"Hey, Alex? I hope you don't mind, but I just thought I'd borrow your red plaid flannel jacket." Y/N came down the stairs all snug and warm as he cast a glance at the Walter boy. Alex stared at him, his mouth open wide, and Y/N felt like he did something wrong. Why was Alex looking at him like that?

"Alex? You okay, man?"

"Huh? What? I mean, I'm okay." Alex flushed.

"So, I can use your jacket?"

"Sure. It looks really good on you."

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"You know I've got something that's better than sticking our noses in books all day." Y/N grinned. He pushed the book down from Alex's eyes as he gave Y/N an inquisitive look.

"What could possibly be better than a good book?" Alex asked.

"Well..." Y/N got closer to Alex to see the freckles dusted all over his handsome face. "I was thinking we could take Murphy out for a little ride through the fields? We could be like Sky and Bloom from Fate."

"You really love that scene, don't you?" Alex smiled.

"You do too, horse girl." Y/N giggles.

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omg yes please start doing my life with the walter boy

"Listen, Cole. I don't know what your problem is with me, but I wanna know why you're always such a bitch to me. And why are you always calling me, 'New York?'"Y/N said as he stood by Custard, stroking the horse's mane. "And you need to tell your girlfriend to step off. What is her problem anyway?"

Cole smiled. "Oh, don't worry about Erin. She's harmless."

"Yeah, could have fooled me."

"As for calling you 'New York.' You're everything that I thought New York would be like."

"And what's your version of New York like?" Y/N asked.

"Loud. Noisy. Stubborn. Stuck-up. Spoiled." Cole grins.

"Spoiled? I am not spoiled." Y/N said.

"Yeah, you are. Look at the clothes you're wearing. You're Richie Rich."

"Okay, first of all: I earned these clothes. I used to go to work with my mom. Secondly: Colorado. What the hell do you want for me? You're always picking on me. You put bleach in my shampoo."

"Oh, come on. This is what brothers do. We prank each other." Cole put a hand on his shoulder. Y/N shrugged it off. "Well, I'm not a Walter, I'm a Howard."

"Ouch! That hurts New York. Was your boyfriend or girlfriend accustomed to your verbal abuse?"

"I didn't have a girlfriend or boyfriend back home. And if I did, he certainly wouldn't be anything like you. He'd probably be sweet, and understanding. Like Alex."