#Walter Walker

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Blessed Event (1932) Roy Del Ruth

April 4th 2024

[whileiamdying]

THE SCREEN: “Mae West Reveals Herself as a Circus Queen in “I’m No Angel” at the Paramount—Saturday's Millions”

I'M NO ANGEL, based on a story by Mae West and supported by Lowell Brentano; music and lyrics by Harvey Brooks, Gladys Du Bois and Ben Ellison; directed by Wesley Ruggles; a Paramount production. At the Times Square and Brooklyn Paramounts.

Tira .... Mae West Jack Clayton .... Cary Grant Bill Barton .... Edward Arnold Slick .... Ralf Harolde Alicia Hatton .... Gertrude Michael Kirk .... Kent Taylor Thelma .... Dorothy Peterson Benny Pinkowitz .... Russell Hopton Beulah .... Gertrud Michael The Chump .... William Davidson Rajah .... Nigel de Bruller Bob .... Irving Pichel Omnes.... George Bruggeman Harry .... Nat Pendleton Chauffeur .... Morrie Cohen Judge .... Walter Walker

by MORDAUNT HALL.

Arrayed in a variety of costumes which set off her sinuous form, Mae West is appearing at the Paramount in her latest screen vehicle, "I'm No Angel," a title which, as might be surmised, fits the leading character. Here Miss West, who wrote the story herself from “suggestions contributed" by Lowell Brentano, is beheld as a circus beauty named Tira, who wins applause and admiration by risking her blond head in a lion's mouth twice daily.

It is a rapid-fire entertainment, with shameless but thoroughly contagious humor, and one in which Tira is always the mistress of the situation, whether it be in the cage with wild beasts, in her boudoir with admirers or in a court of law.

Tira is ever ready with & flip double entendre and' she permits no skeleton to be found behind her cupboard doors. She has an emphatic personality, which proves a magnet for even social lights with millions. She receives costly presents, Including diamond necklaces, but she is hardly a gold-digger. She refrains from posing, preferring to keep to her natural slangy speech in her journey through the story from a tent to a penthouse.

She admits that she has thrown discretion to the winds, and she sometimes finds herself in an awkward predicament, but through a wily lawyer she succeeds in proving that she is guiltless. The feeble parts of this picture are those in which a criminal known as Slick is introduced. The less one sees of him the better one feels, for the production is interesting only as long as it proceeds on its merry route.

The glimpses of Tira making her impressive entry to the circus arena and then proceeding to the big cage with the roaring lions are depicted shrewdly. Tira does not actually stick her whole head in the lion's mouth, but contents herself by putting her face between the beast's jaws, which is quite enough.

Even this is set forth with a certain degree of fun, and one feels that Tira probably has a pistol ready for an emergency and that other circus employees are ready to shoot in the event that the beast starts to close its mouth. But one is apt to wonder whether they could possibly be quick enough. Society among the spectators is thrilled, all except one snobbish girl, who is furious because her fiancé is very enthusiastic over the performer's courage-and her beauty.

Later there comes the time when Tira puts her fair head into a court of law as the plaintiff in a breach-of-promise case. She sues Jack Clayton, whom she really loves, for $1,000,000, and it is not Tira's artful counsel who wins the case, but the circus queen herself. She cross-examines the defendant's witnesses and turns their testimony in her own favor, the unusual proceeding being countenanced by a judge whose sympathy Tira wins with the utmost ease.

Miss West plays her part with the same brightness and naturalness that attended her second film role. There is no lack of spontaneity in her actions or in the utterance of her lines. She is a remarkable wit, after her fashion. Cary Grant is pleasing as Clayton and Walter Walker is excellent as the considerate old judge. Gregory Ratoff does well as Tara’s lawyer. Wesley Ruggles has directed the film with his usual intelligence.

[eccentricallygothic]

Divorced Dad!Captain Syverson who experiences a real time brain short-circuit when he sees how well you get along with his kids during your first meeting with them… 

Warning(s): Breeding kink, size kink, old man!Sy, age gap, manhandling, groping, fluff, boob play, unprotected p-in-v, I added plot to it TT. MDNI.

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After the messy divorce that followed his turbulent marriage, Sy was not looking forward to any relations with the opposite sex, if possible. With his former profession a constant hurdle to his life as part of a unionized pair and marital bliss, what had started as a promising relationship had turned out to be one of those unfortunate marriages where children were sought as a last resort to perhaps save the remnants of the already rotten love between man and wife. Though being someone from a background that held family in the highest esteem and always having been fond of the idea of his own lot, Sy loved his children more than life itself and there was not a thing in the world he would trade for them. And that was the reason why he had preferred to opt for an early retirement so custody would not be an issue between him and his ex-wife who was more than eager to shed off everything affiliated with the name Syverson like an illness.

You, on the other hand, though not much experienced with the opposite sex were not too warm to the idea of children. Being a student in her last year of higher education and only so old as you were, your attitude hardly deserved to be subjected to scrutiny. That, and the fact that you hadn't really had many young ones around you while growing up as an only child, calling you a foreigner to the scene would not qualify as an exaggeration and hence it can be said that it is more indifference than contempt on your part. 

So naturally, when it happened, it was strictly unplanned. And very fateful. With a rather traumatized Sy in a sort of an emotional limbo who had more than enough reason to keep to himself, and a stressed with soon approaching future endeavors as well as disillusioned with the opposite sex you, the night you had bumped into each other outside the bar restrooms where Sy had been dragged to cheer up by his friends and you to loosen up by yours, the rather fast yet steady rate at which the two of you had woven into each other had been unexpected to say the least. 

But now, as Sy fires up the grill in his backyard to begin the little BBQ he has planned for today when you meet his children for the first time, the prided and much experienced grill expert nearly burns his hand because he is so busy inwardly fawning over how quickly his rugrats have warmed up to you. And you, Sy will swear on anything that you are just the most perfect woman— person alive. Everything is just right with you. Even on days when the world seems to press down on him, your mere presence is there to help his spirits back up and elate as well as support him in every sense.

Though he had been honest about his condition since the beginning, after his initial reluctance to get with you as you were so much younger and inexperienced compared to him, children weren't peculiarly a topic that came up between the two of you except occasions where Sy wanted to share a little victory or rant with you. So as you keep his toddler on one hip with a protective arm around her, your perfect body -Sy's words- clad in a bonny bright coloured sundress, and hold the hand of his 5 year old who excitedly shows you around the mini patio of the modern farmhouse, memories of his own mother scarce if any, your making conversation with the boy and giggling along to his lisp droning flutters Sy's heart in a way that he thought he had outgrown. 

It also excites him with a kind of boyish heat that the former military Captain had thought he had shed off with his adolescent youth.

And so he just has to have you by yielding to a similar impatience and desperation, the musical sound of your giggles faintly fluttering its melodies upon his flush and thumping ears as he gets to it.

“God, Sy!” The huff in your words fires him up even more and he cannot hold back any longer. “You’re such a brute!” His coarse and scarred paws heavily pull at your dress with a crazed desperation to help you find the restroom, as he had told one of the farm hands that he had left the children under. “Oof!” The whine you let out before instinctively craning your head to try and ease the way his thick beard tickles the tender skin of the curve of your neck makes him growl into your carotid pulse that he worships with his hot lips, the pressure of your pressing your face into his as well as the soft pants you let out, your chest bumping into his with each heave of your lungs, only lithifies his bulging erection even more. 

“Gon' fatten up your pretty lil’ pussy with my cum, baby” Sy's breaths scorch your clammy skin with their burning weight. His hands grope and expose you everywhere they can reach, and they can do so everywhere because of how much smaller hence ragdoll-like you are compared to him. “Wouldja like that, angel?” Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he boosts your thighs up his tall legs and around his waist, the fat and leaking tip of his cock grazing against your holes from how he is kissing you everywhere he can reach. “Me stuffing that cute tummy full of siblings for Tim and Bethy, huh?” You know he would never actually do something as serious so callously without a prior discussion so you breathlessly nod, pushing your oral muscles to gulp down the thick bile in your throat and tip your head against the wall to prepare yourself to withstand his intrusion of your pussy that thanks to his girth always feels like not only your first time with him but your very deflowering in general.

 “Yes” your mouth falls open as he reaches below the hold with which he has your whole body propped up. “Yes, please~” his balmy tip finds its destination in the tiny, drenched and quivering closed up band that leads to your reproductive cavern. “Please fimme with your babies, Sy~” when the stretch makes your tiny hole burn around his girth, your mouth lets loose all the obscene words of vulgar desire. 

“Yeah, baby?” Sy's fingers flex over your ass and caress their way up your side before coming down and repeating the action, his thumb stealing strokes of your nipples as he does. “Wanna make me a Daddy, yeah?” A hiss leaves your mouth and your back arches at the feeling of your walls sheathing him deep within themselves. His breathtaking urgency nearly puts a dent in your innards. “Want me to make you all round and heavy here?” Your pussy clenches around the hilt of his cock when he suddenly gropes your naval into a greedy handful.

“Yes, please, Sy!” Your whole form bounces up in the air when the man gives you a thrust so powerful that has you mewling and digging your nails in his shoulders. “Wanna make you a Daddy so bad, Sy!” His dick has always had a hypnotic effect on you, for the minute it's in the vicinity of any of your holes, you become a brain dead parrot for him. 

“Atta girl~” he cooes, tossing your body further up with a strong stab of his hips so he can clamp his teeth down on one of your boobs.

MASTERLIST

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I am MAD for this man. Like I am not even hot on kids. WHAT—

[xan-the-emo-trans-man]

”you can’t prove they were gay!”

well you can’t prove they weren’t gay

[lethargicmarigold]

hi girl kisser nation i gift all with patsyjen. very important

also follow my IG :3 @lethargic_marigoldd ill prob change my name on here to that just for consistency tbf

also bonus yap session

[slut-for-henry-cavill]

Are my tumblr girlies breathing okay after seeing Hen in The ministry of ungentlemanly warfare trailer!?

Surely we weren't expecting that😭😂

Ps- Yes I too got light headed each time he stuck his tongue out. He's fucking wild in this and I'm here for it

Ps Ps- is it just me or that character seems like mix of Captain Syverson and Napolean Solo lol!?

CANT WAIT FOR TUMBLR TO GO WILD WITH THIS MAN'S FICS!!!!

@shellyshellshell @littlefreya @augustsprincess @mayloma

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

The Club AU

A collection of drabbles that intersect at the same club.

THE DUFF (Curtis Everett, Snowpiercer)

NIGHTLIFE (Lee Bodecker, The Devil All the Time)

WASTED (Bucky Barnes, MCU)

SNAKE EYES (Loki, MCU)

MISE EN PLACE (Thor, MCU)

BLACK LIGHT (August Walker, Mission Impossible)

CAUSE OF ACTION (Andy Barber, Defending Jacob)

CARPE NOCTEM (Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man)

BAD REPUTATION (Frank Castle, The Punisher)

UP ALL NIGHT (Ransom Drysdale, Knives Out)

IF YOU CAN’T DANCE (Jonathan Pine, The Night Manager)

HANGOVER (Johnny Storm, Fantastic Four)

TREAT YOU (Peter Parker, MCU)

NIGHT MOVES (Nick Fowler, The 355)

AT FIRST SIGHT (Captain Syverson, Sand Castle)

YOU MAKE ME WANNA (Walter Marshall, Night Hunter)

MEMBERS ONLY (Tommy Shelby, Peaky Blinders)

[hederasgarden]

Since you’re currently into Henry Cavill, how do you think each of his characters would react if they unexpectedly walked in on the reader while changing?

Bestie, I love these types of asks. They're so fun. I haven't watched all of his movies so I am going to do the ones I know.

It wasn’t an accident. He knew you were in there changing and deliberately walked in, looking to get an eyeful. While you're stammering and fumbling to cover yourself up he's leaning casually against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest.

“Don’t hurry on my account, sweetheart,” he'd say with a teasing smirk.

Walter would be so absorbed in the folder he’s come to discuss that he wouldn't realize you’re half-naked until he looked up. He'd stare at you for approximately two seconds, brain buffering, before quickly averting his gaze and turning around with a muttered, "Fuck."

Later on, as he stands next to you making his coffee and studiously avoiding eye contact, he’d probably say, “Doors have locks for a reason, you know.”

Poor Clark would be flustered and awkward, stammering out a series of rapid apologies and excuses promising he didn't see anything. He'd practically fly from the room. Later, he'd find you again to apologize, staring at the floor and nervously pushing his glasses up his nose each time they slide down.

"It's okay," you'd assure him, a hand on his arm. "I meant for you to see."

"Oh." He'd stare at you for a long moment, processing your words before his cheeks dimpled with a big smile. "In that case, I saw everything."

Sy would definitely stare at you for a hot second before slapping one of his meaty hands over his eyes. He’d offer a gruff apology while blindly fumbling for the door.

“I didn’t see anything,” he’d promise, even though he definitely did. Later, when the two of you finally got together and you’re wearing the same set, he’d slip a finger under your bra strap with a grin. “Was hoping to see this again,” he’d say

Please comment or reblog if you enjoyed this and want to see more. Or scream at me in my inbox. That always makes my day.

[why-i-love-comics]

Venom War: Zombiotes #3 (2024)

written by Cavan Scott art by Juan Jose Ryp & Ceci De La Cruz

[sillyrabbit81]

Henry Cavill's shoulders appreciation post

[witchywithwhiskey]

🌿🌷 witchywithwhiskey's springtime fun masterlist 🌷🌿

hello hello friends!!! are we having (springtime) fun yet? 😏

thank you to everyone that responded to my little springtime fun event by sending in asks with prompts!!! i've still got a lot that i want to respond to, so as of now, this event is CLOSED. i'm going to try to get to as many prompts as i can, but may not get to all of them. if i don't get to yours, i'm still so so thankful you sent it in ♡♡♡

here's everything i've written so far:

sakura blossoms are never a bad idea [jake jensen]

a delicious picnic [ransom drysdale]

the kitten and the bear [walter marshall]

waiting out the spring downpour [bucky barnes]

a beautiful spring afternoon [andy barber]

under the springtime sun [ari levinson]

a cozy little home surrounded by flowers [captain syverson]

kneeling among the spring flowers [steve rogers + bucky barnes]

pleasure among the primroses [august walker]

go frolicking in a field of flowers [steve rogers]

a steamy springtime morning [curtis everett]

ruining a perfect springtime date [lloyd hansen]

undone by a pretty spring sundress [andy barber]

a delicious end to a delightful spring day [nick fowler]

tempting fate in the park [bucky barnes]

first-time plant parents [ari levinson]

morning cuddling with the love of your life [captain syverson]

cooped up on a nice spring day [lloyd hansen]

getting what you want on a rainy spring afternoon [bucky barnes]

can't resist a dare [ransom drysdale]

that secret place in the garden [ari levinson]

dreaming of a rainy spring morning [andy barber]

a scheme on a spring day [ransom drysdale]

a fruitful afternoon in the strawberry field [ari levinson]

everything for this event can be found under the tag #witchywithwhiskey's springtime fun on my blog

[sosa2imagines]

Theirs!

Imagine Walter Marshall is your neighbour and he's very much interested in you. But what you don't know is that he has a twin brother August Walker, who is equally much interested in you.

The brothers decide to share you. One is possessive and the other one is obsessed!

You being navie don't know the truth. At times you feel Walter is not being himself but you don't know that it's, his brother August.

You confront him, but he just waves it off.

The brothers don't like you having male friends. All hell breaks loose when they see you going out on a date.

That's it, enough of hiding. They hatch a plan. Next thing you know, you are waking up in a secluded cabin on a giant bed.

You see Walter entering the bedroom, you smile in relief, but that quickly turns into a frown when you see a lookalike standing next to him. That's when you get to know about the Walter having a twin brother.

Everything makes sense, why at times you felt him behaving different. You want to go, but they hold you back.

Before you know it, both of them are claiming you. Taking over your senses and resistance. The possessiveness and obsessiveness driving you crazy.

You are theirs now.

[lainiespicewrites]

Coach Syverson

Okay, Y'all I'm trying something new and posting one of my Henry Cavill Character fics. I haven't posted a fanfic in so long it's gonna be a short story probably only a two-parter maybe 3. Let me know what you think! I loved writing this. I think it's so cute!!!!

Warnings: None for Part 1 :) Definitely will be smut in part 2!

High school football coach Sy and school guidance counselor OFC

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I was locked in a trance,  typing in progress notes from an early morning meeting I’d just finished with a student.  The sounds of the office, which was just coming to life outside my door, fuelled me. I almost never came in this early. But, one of my seniors was having a crisis and this was the only time we could work into her busy schedule. It’s gonna break my heart when that girl graduates this year. I get so attached to the students. I can’t help working as a school counselor. It's hard not to.  

“You’re in early,” The voice coming from the doorway made me jump. He chuckled softly.  “Didn’t mean to scare ya.”  After a brief heart attack, I finally looked up. I smiled when my eyes met his. 

“No, it’s okay, I just didn’t see you! Good morning Coach, What can I do for you?” His soft blue eyes held my gaze, before shooting me a gentle smile. Coach Syverson and I had become good friends since he started working at the school a little over a year ago. Like many good high school football coaches, they made a history teaching spot for him. Unlike others, he’s actually a great teacher! 

I met Logan Syverson for the first time in a staff meeting. Our principal introduced him at the beginning of the meeting going on and on about all the improvements he would bring to our team and our community. He certainly looked like a football player. The guy was huge! Tall, large muscles, and a full beard. His eyes were a deep blue. He had a winning smile and a southern accent. The English department was drooling. I hated him immediately. 

I figured he was just going to be a self absorbed prick like the last coach. who only cared about the popular students, peaked in high school, and got fired because he got a little too close to one of the cheerleaders. We were not at all sorry to see him go. Well, those of us with half a brain weren’t anyway. Some of the community and staff were more worried about the football program. But I digress. 

I was even more annoyed with him when I caught him falling asleep during the same meeting 30 minutes later when we were discussing the budget for new textbooks. I’m not exactly sure what came over me but I kicked him under the table. He was immediately alert. I expected him to glare at me. Or maybe even smirk. But the look on his face could only be described as apologetic. He quickly caught up to me when we were leaving the meeting. “Some first impression I made, huh?” When I didn’t immediately respond he added. “I swear I’m not some asshole that doesn’t care about education, that’s not like me, just didn’t sleep much last night. I had to take my dog to the emergency vet, she broke her leg in the woods late in the evening and didn’t get back until late and…”

“Is she okay?” I asked quickly. He looked completely dumbfounded.

“Uhm what?” He asked, clearly confused. I smiled sympathetically. I did exactly what I told my students not to do and judged him too quickly and I felt like an ass about it. 

“You’re dog, is she okay?” He smiled softly and nodded. 

“Yeah, Yeah she is. They got her all wrapped up and in a cast, poor pup, but she’ll be alright.” There was a brief pause and then. “I’m sorry, what was your name again?”

“The students know me as Miss Plummer, but it’s Alayna. And um.. Sorry I kicked you. I don’t  know why I did that.” I smiled sheepishly. 

“Alayna,” He repeated. And then chuckled and squeezed my shoulder “No need to apologize, I’m glad you did. That would’ve been embarrassing. Falling asleep in my first staff meeting doesn’t really look good. Thanks for saving my ass back there!”

 We were fast friends from that point on!

Sy pushed off the door frame he’d been leaning against and walked into my office. “Brought ya coffee, I was gonna sneak in and leave it on your desk but I guess it’s you surprising me this morning,” He said, setting the cup from our local coffee shop down on my desk. 

“That’s sweet of you!” I took a sip and almost choked. I expected just plain black coffee. He wasn’t the kind of guy to order fancy coffee. But this was actually my coffee order. “How did you know my coffee order?” He had a big grin on his face now. 

“I remembered it from that morning when we ran into each other in line a few weeks ago. Thought I’d be nice and bring my work wife some coffee since I was there.” He shrugged. He really was such a sweetheart. He looked tough and scary. I know he did. When he and a few of the other teachers in the history hall gathered between classes they looked intimidating. At least from a student's perspective.I knew them all well though. I’ve talked with students failing his class because they wouldn’t ask questions. When I asked why, they said they were nervous. But he was certainly no one to be afraid of. Yes, he could yell, but he saved that for the football field. The man was a damn teddy bear. 

“Thank you!” I smiled. I quickly looked out into the guidance office to make sure there were no students around. “But I know you didn’t walk all the way down here just to bring me coffee for the hell of it. You’re buttering me up for something. What do you need, Logan?” He laughed and shook his head plopping down on the edge of my desk.

“You know me too well, sugar. Two things!” He said. I rolled my eyes. “Hey now young lady, don’t get an attitude with me I’m not asking you to give up a kidney!” I hid my smirk behind a sip of coffee and nodded at him to continue.  “First, Can you look up Ty’s grades for me just at some point by the end of the day. He came into my office this morning and was all nervous about his algebra grade, swearing up and down it’s because he failed one quiz. But, I’m pretty sure,” I cut him off. 

“He’s not turning in his homework because he just started dating Caitlyn and they’ve been staying up texting all night.” He raised an eyebrow. 

“Uh, Yeah, How’d you know?”

“Caitlyn stopped in to see me this morning and we had a chat about it, amongst other things. I’ll double check but I’m sure you’re right. I’ll email it to you so you can have a chat with him. I was going to call him in  today but he listens better to you. When you talked about being a veteran and your time in Iraq at the Labor Day assembly, I think that really struck something with him. He looks up to you.” his eyes locked with mine and he smiled softly placing his hand over mine on the desk just for a second. 

“Thank you for saying that,” He said before moving his hand and leaning on the desk again. I just smiled. 

“What’s the other thing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because you could’ve just sent me that in an email.” He smirked. And his nose crinkled a little. Oh no. 

“So our first away game is tomorrow night,”

“I know,” 

“And you’re a big football fan, and you love those boys don’t you?” He was deflecting

“What do you want, Sy?” I asked again. He let out a long breath. 

“Carol was supposed to be a student chaperone for the student fans buuuttt well, you heard her kid is really sick? I need you to come chaperone. Actually. I kinda already said you would.” He quickly stood up from my desk and backed up to the other side, like he was afraid I’d hit him. 

I just leaned back in my chair and groaned, 

“ugh Sy! What if I had plans?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. He chuckled 

“You don’t!” I scoffed 

“You don’t know that?” I retorted. He smirked 

“Yeah, what big plans do you have for Friday night?” He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. I sighed. 

“Okay I don’t! But I could’ve!” I argued. “Why, didn’t you ask one of the other guys? Like Nick or I don’t know Mike?” I asked. 

“Nick’s an assistant coach, he’ll already be there. And we both know as much as Mike loves teaching…he does not want to spend his Friday night with the kids and at a football game making sure there’s no funny business. And you love the kids.” He was pleading now. Practically giving me puppy dog eyes. “And…Maybe I want you there,” He winked playfully. I looked down and jiggled the mouse on my computer to hide my blush. 

Jessica, who works the front desk of the guidance office swears he flirts with me. But I know he’s not. We’re friends. Good friends. We tease each other to make work a little more fun at best. But that's all it is. A man like Logan Syverson would never look twice at a girl like me. He’s fit and strong and tall and handsome. I’m pretty but I’m short and round and a little too quirky for my own good. Girls like me only get men like him in the movies. And I’m not stupid enough to believe otherwise.  Moment’s like these though. I do wonder a little. But I don’t let my thoughts wander too far. 

“Oh yeah?” I joke, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I mean maybe you’re our good luck charm. You’ve been at all our home games this year and we haven’t lost a game.” He said with a cheeky smile. 

“We’ve only had two Sy.” I say matter of fact. He just shakes his head. 

“That doesn’t mean you’re not good luck, but okay,” He held his hands up in defeat. “If you don’t want to do it I’ll figure something out. I messed up and didn’t ask you first. I’ll tell the boys their favorite guidance counselor doesn’t want to come support them. It’ll break their little hearts sugar but I’m sure they’ll find,” He pauses and lets out an exaggerated sigh “Some way to pull through and play a good game of football.” He frowned, shaking his head. I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows looking straight at him. 

“Are you done?” I deadpanned. He snickered softly and nodded. “Fine, I’ll go,” He smiled and walked over squeezing my shoulder. 

“You’re the best! It’s supposed to be chilly! Wear a sweater! And Free coffee,on me all night! I promise,” I rolled my eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah okay,” I chuckled.

“Seriously, I owe you sugar! I’m happy you’ll be there, I better get goin, class starts soon and I probably shouldn’t be late being that I’m the teacher,” He chuckled. 

“Get out of my office Logan!” I laughed. He smiled. 

“You’re the best!” He said one more time before finally walking out of my office. I shook my head and tapped at the keys on my keyboard to wake up my computer. I felt eyes on me and looked up to find Jessica standing in my doorway. 

“Don’t start!” I warned her. 

“Please, sugar. I really want you there!” she mocked. “He knows your coffee order, Alayna. How long are you going to ignore what’s right in front of you?” she asked exasperated. 

“It’s not like that Jess, He was just being sweet because he needed the help.” I said.

“Like you wouldn’t have done it anyway. You were trying to play coy but we both know you would have done it anyway.” She laughed. I blushed. And threw an eraser at her. 

“Get back to work!” She laughed. 

“Whatever you say… Sugar!” I snorted and we both chuckled for a minute. “I mean it Alayna, He’ll be kinda busy during the game and yes you’ll be keeping an eye on the students but take the opportunity to flirt back, he likes you, I’m not wrong!” She turned and walked back to her desk before I had a chance to say anything. And before I could spend any more time thinking about it my email notifications went off pulling me back into my work. 

The rest of my work day went by in a blur. I had meeting after meeting with students. My seniors were in panic mode, my juniors have early onset senioritis, and the freshman and sophomores came into vent about the daily woes of high school drama. Oh to be 16 again. 

With a full schedule of meetings I barely had time to eat lunch even in my office. When my phone lit up with a group text from two of my girlfriends asking about our weekly Thursday night dinner. I was quick to respond. 

(I’ll be there!) I sent the text, before packing up my desk for the evening. It had been a late night for me so it was just past 5. I didn’t bother going home first to change into something more casual. They were used to the office style by now. I felt my shoulders relax a little as I slipped into the booth next to skyler.

“Hey!” she said cheerfully, slowly pushing the glass of white wine they’d ordered for me closer. 

“You know me so well!” I smiled at her. 

“Long day?” Hayley asked from across the table, she picked up a tortilla chip and filled it with queso. I shrugged. 

“Not long in the sense that it was rough, just busy,” Skyler nodded and took a sip for her wine glass. 

“I feel that. I tried to get some school work done while the kids were down for a nap.” She runs an in-home daycare. She adores kids. But she’s also going back to school for a degree, Pediatric nursing. She’s a saint. I don’t know how she does it. 

“I commend you babe. The school is asking me to take classes, they want someone to take on the position as school psychologist. They’ve been trying to nudge me toward it the past couple of weeks. It’d be a raise but, that on top of the current workload? I don’t wanna drown myself ya know?”

“I totally get it, it’s not easy! But you should think about it. You’ve talked about it before! At least consider it.” Skyler said. 

“She’s got a point dude,” Hayley added. “Look at you guys moving up in the world while I’m stuck with an art block. If I can’t think of anything, my online shop isn’t gonna take off and I’ll be stuck at the factory forever!” She groaned and downed a quarter of her strawberry lemonade that was no doubt spiked. I looked sideways, meeting Skyler's eye. She was giving me the same look. 

“You’re just getting started Hayley.” Skyler said. 

“I know but if..”

“Ah, no buts!” I cut her off “We have to allow ourselves room for mistakes and error when we’re trying something new. You will get there. Give yourself the love you give your art! I don’t wanna hear anymore of that self deprecating bullshit from you! The people love their ghost fish!” I demanded, trying to hide a chuckle. She could be so stubborn! She was starting an online etsy shop for commissions and spreading the word through social media. She had all these fun ideas. She was a great artist. But of course it’s not an easy way to make money. And right now, things were slow. She would get there though! I know she would!

“Have I ever told you how annoying it is when you use your psychoanalysis shit on us?” she deadpanned. 

“Everyday but I still do it anyway, and that’s why you love me!”  She just laughed.

“Yeah okay buddy. Enough work talk, I lifted a bunch of heavy shit all day and I don’t wanna think about it. I just wanna eat my chips and queso and get drunk with my friends!” She said and scooped another chip through the queso. I laughed and held up my glass

“Cheers to that! Although we all know damn well it’s a Thursday night and we all have to get up early and we drove separately so drunk is relative but yes!” Skyler laughed and clinked her glass with mine. 

“Let her have her moment. Cheers to drunk Thursday dinner!” she said. 

“Fuck yeah!” Hayley added and added her glass in with ours. We all took a drink and it was quiet for only a second. 

“So,” Skyler spoke immediately. “It’s been a week, what's new?”

“Nothing for me, just still considering the offer to go back to school. My job would pay for it. Love life is still dry and I’ve bought like 3 new spicy romance books on my kindle this week!” I said laughing. 

“Fun!” Skyler smiled. “Hayley?” She asked and directed her attention across the table. 

“I went to Target and spent an obscene amount of money on fall stuff. We have a fall party coming up at work that I volunteered to do face painting for, but that should be fun! Oh there’s this new movie that came out I want you guys to come see with me I was hoping maybe tomorrow night?” she said. I started to agree. But then remembered my conversation with Sy earlier. 

“Oh tomorrow night? I can’t. I’m actually busy!” They both looked at me with raised eyebrows. 

“Since when are you busy on a friday night?” Hayley asked. Here we go. This is gonna open a whole can of worms. If Jess was good at getting my hopes up about Sy, these two were going to have me down right delusional. 

“There’s a football game. I like to support the team.” I said. Skyler snickered and a smirk spread across Hayley’s face. 

“You like to support the coach you mean?” Skyler asked. 

“That’s not true! I’ve always been a football fan!” I defended myself. Hayley chuckled

“Sure but since when do you go to away games? Isn’t it like 2 hours away?” She raised an eyebrow. I sighed. 

“Coach stopped by the office this morning, one of the other teachers that was supposed to chaperone the roadies tomorrow canceled and since he and I are friends he volunteered me to do it. He buttered me up with free coffee this morning and practically begged me to go tomorrow and… I just can’t say no to him. Plus he said he really wants me to be there.”  I swirled my wine glass and stared down at it. I knew the looks they were giving me.  I heard skyler squeal.

“Shut up! He asked you to come because he wants to spend time with you! Watch, I bet next week he’ll ask you out!”  She bounced in her seat. 

“He does not! He’s going to be busy with the team! He’s not going to have time to talk to me or anything.” I said taking a big gulp of wine. 

“Why else would he say he wants you there though. And clearly you want him to hang out with you. Or you want to hang out with him. Or you wouldn’t have given up your precious Friday night in!” Hayley smirked. 

“Okay, so what if I do. He’s not into me like that. He’s just friendly. He’s southern, it's just how he is!” I said, trying to hold onto whatever sanity I had left. 

“Really?” Skyler said. “Does he bring anyone else coffee? Ask if he can eat lunch in anyone else’s office?” Hayley but it

“Didn’t he get you a christmas gift last year?” she asked. 

“He was my secret santa!” I stated. They both sighed. 

“ I don’t know why you can’t see it but he likes you!” Skyler said. I started to  object but Hayley cut me off. 

“You don’t have to believe us. Just pay attention to how he acts around you tomorrow and the next couple of days. He's trying to make a move. And I know you have your little no coworkers rule,”

“Because if…”

“Ah, I don’t wanna hear it! He’s clearly trying to get your attention. And you work in a public high school it's not like everyone else isn’t hooking up.” She stated. 

“She’s got a point, remember all the teachers when we were in school? And he’s not just trying to hook up. He’s playing the long game,” Skyler said. “All we’re saying is IF we’re right,”

“And we are,” Hayley added. Skyler gave her side eye but laughed. 

“If he asks you out you should give him a chance. We’ve never met him but it’s clear he’s so into you. And he seems like a great guy. Don’t push him away because something COULD go wrong.” she said. At that point the waiter came up and we placed our order. I also ordered another glass of wine. But a wine buzz wasn’t enough to convince me they were right. Sy couldn’t like me. I wasn’t his type. But it didn’t matter. I will go tomorrow and have a good time watching the game and cheering on the boys and watching Sy in his element. And when it’s all said and done I’ll ride home with the student section and maybe catch the chance to say goodbye to my friend before we leave. And on Monday everything will be as it always has been. Sy and I are friends. 

I repeat that to myself as I walk the hall toward the gym after school on Friday. I turned down the hall toward the locker rooms and found his office door open. Sy was leaning back in his desk chair watching the tape from a few weeks ago. He noticed me before I spoke. He paused the video and smiled. 

“Hey you! To what do I owe the honor? You never venture down this way?”

“Just coming to double check the plan for tonight! We’re meeting back here at 5:15 and the bus leaves at 5:45?” I asked him. He nodded, running a hand over his beard. 

“Yeah, but I was thinking, you got plans for dinner?” He asked and raised an eyebrow. 

“Uh I was just gonna run home for dinner, why do you ask?” I leaned against the doorway and crossed my arms over my chest. I watched curiously as he chewed at his bottom lip for a moment. 

“I was gonna grab a bite to eat in town before the game. I won’t have time to go all the way home. Do you wanna come with me?” He finally made eye contact with me again and gave me a soft smile. 

“Oh um,” I hesitated for a second. 

“I’ll buy,” He smirked. I rolled my eyes. 

“You don’t have to do that, Sy,” I said softly. He stood up grabbing his keys off the desk. 

“I know, I want to.” He smiled and brushed his shoulder against mine as he walked out the door. “Come on, I’ll drive.” I raised an eyebrow 

“Driving me to dinner and you’re paying? Sy if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were flirting with me.” the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk and he stopped walking. He turned toward me and bit his lip trying to hold back a grin. 

“Alayna,” He chuckled nervously, “I find it hard to believe after all this time…” He was cut off by a loud whistle down the hallway. 

“Well ain’t that a cute couple!” a voice said in a horrible mock southern accent “Get it coach!” One of Sy’s boys called from just outside the weight room. Another one of the football players popped his head out the door to see what was going on and started making kissy sounds with his lips. Sy dropped his chin to his chest and shook his head but his shoulders shook when he chuckled, giving him away. He loved those boys he couldn’t be mad if he wanted to be. 

“Tyler you’re already on thin ice don’t make me bench you tonight! You too Matt. Don’t think I forgot about the little stunt you pulled in the parking lot last week!” He gave them a stern look

“Sorry coach!” they said in unison 

“It was funny though,” Matt mumbled. Sy shook his head

“Sure, You boys get out of here and get something to eat, I don’t need you passing out on me on the field tonight.” He held Matt’s gaze. 

“It was one time!” He stressed. 

“And it’s only gonna be one if I can help it. Go eat!” He barked. The boys immediately straightened up and nodded. 

“Yes coach!” Logan just chuckled and we kept walking. 

“They adore you,” I said. He smiled 

“Nah, they just know I’m not kidding’” I laughed. 

“Oh come on Sy, you aren’t that mean, or you wouldn’t care so much,” We walked out the back door to the teacher parking lot and headed to his truck. “Hey… what were you saying earlier,” He raised an eyebrow. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about sugar,” He smirked. 

“Sure you don’t cowboy,” I rolled my eyes and hopped up into the truck after he unlocked it.  He slid in next to me and started the engine. 

“Where do you wanna eat?” He looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. I shrugged. 

“Doesn’t matter to me, you’re buying,” I said flatly. 

“Sugar,” He threw his arm over the back of the seat, his fingertips brushing my shoulder, as he backed out of the parking spot. He left it there as he pulled out on the road. “Don’t be shy with me, I know you love food darlin.  I’ll drive all around town and we’ll starve until you tell me what you want.” I looked over at him just in time to make eye contact before his eyes shifted back toward the road. He shook his head and tried to hide his smirk. 

“You are so dramatic,” I teased, trying to play it cool but I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks. 

“Oh, I’m dramatic? Weren’t you the one tearing up in her office because of a book you were readin?” He snickered. I reached over and playfully smacked him in the chest. 

“Shut up!” I laughed. He held his hand to his chest feigning hurt. 

“Ow!” He pouted. 

“That did not hurt! I barely hit you!” he side eyed me still pouting but the corners of his mouth started to break into a smile

“Over here committing spousal abuse.” He shook his head. I laughed so hard I snorted. 

“We’re not married Sy!” 

“You’re my work wife, it's the same damn thing” He chuckled. “Seriously, where do you wanna eat, I’m starving.” 

“My god Logan,” I laughed. “Um fine, I haven’t tried that new sushi and ramen place yet!” I said. He almost slammed on the break. 

“You haven’t?! That place is right up your alley, all trendy and shit. It’s real good too!” 

“You think I’m trendy?” I raised an eyebrow. He looked over for a moment and caught my eye giving me a gentle smile. 

“I think you deserve to be taken out to nice places.” And here I was blushing again. 

“Sy,” I started but my phone buzzed in my lap distracting me, I wasn’t really sure what to say anyway. It was a group chat with the girls asking me what time we leave tonight. They were going to have a field day with this. And instead of just replying I decided to start a fire. I tapped my screen to open my camera and held it up to take a selfie “Smile, cowboy.” He chuckled. 

“What are you doin over there, sugar?” He smirked but glanced over at the camera quickly so I could snap a quick photo. 

“Lighting a match.” I smirked. He bit his lip and chuckled softly. 

“You’re something else,” He spoke as we pulled into the restaurant. I quickly sent the picture to the group chat and slid my phone into my purse.

Sy was right. This place was incredible. And very trendy. 

“God I can’t get over how good this place is!” I said for like the 4th time. Logan smiled. 

“I told ya, Darlin,” The waitress came and brought out our bill and I reached for my purse. “Hey, No, I told you, I’m paying.” He said pulling out his wallet and handing his card to the waitress. 

“Thank you Sy, I appreciate it,” He grinned.

“Anytime, you deserve it,” I blushed, “ you’re really saving my ass tonight.” I forced a smile, so that’s what this is about. I told the girls this was all just because he needed something. 

“It’s no big deal Logan.” I said. I pulled my phone out and checked my messages. There were like 10 from the group chat now. 

“OMG YOU'RE WITH HIM?!”

“You didn’t tell us you were getting dinner with him.”

“UNLESS THEIR NOT GETTING DINNER ;)”

“What else would they be….oh”

“Alayna you better not be fucking the football coach right now.”

“Leave her alone Hayley she can fuck him if she wants to BUT IF YOU DO I WANT DETAILS”

“ALAYNAAAAA”

“GIRLLLL ANSWER USSSSS”

“Seriously dude you can’t just send us a picture of you with your hunky football coach man crush and just disappear.”

“OMG THEY’RE TOTALLY FUCKING”

I held back a smile and shook my head. 

“It is a big deal,” He said and grabbed my hand across the table. “I’m glad you’re gonna be there tonight.” I smiled but pulled my hand back. 

“Sure, because you needed another chaperone.” I joked. His eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head catching my eye. 

“Yeah, but I wanted it to be you, I like hangin out with you. And you’re really fun to watch in the stands. I didn’t know you could be so…aggressive.” He smirked. 

“I’m just really passionate about football!” I argued. “And how do you know you like hanging out with me? We've barely seen each other outside of work.” I questioned. 

“Well we should change that,” he said.

“Won’t your girlfriend get jealous?” I asked. I knew a lot about him but he never mentioned any relationship. I’d be stupid to think he wasn’t seeing someone. He laughed. God I loved that sound. 

“Don’t have one sugar,” He said with a mischievous grin on his face. 

“How?” It was my turn to be confused. 

“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” He retorted quickly. 

“I … because…” I stuttered, unable to come up with an answer.

“Haven’t found the right guy yet huh?” He pauses, “guess that’s where I’m at, she just ain’t found me yet.” He smiled. Right then the waitress came back with his card. “Thanks honey,” He said, giving her his signature smile. He signed the receipt and stood from the table. “We oughta get going. Don’t wanna be late for the game!” 

Sy drove us back to the school and parked his truck next to my car. “Oh no!” I sighed. 

“What's wrong?” He asked. 

“I was going to grab a sweatshirt when I went home and,” I opened my car, turning on the light to look in  the back seat. “I don’t have an extra in my car.” I pouted. 

“Is that all?” He chuckled. He reached into the back seat of his truck and pulled out a black hoodie. “Here. I always have an extra in the truck you can wear mine. Don’t want you to catch a cold.” I took it from him tentatively. 

“Sy, this is your coach sweatshirt.” I said. 

“One of ‘em yeah.” He smiled. 

“I…okay,” I just shook my head and pulled the hoodie on. He bit his lip. 

“Looks good on ya,” He smirked. 

“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes. Before we could continue to tease each other the buses pulled up. And I could see some of the students' cars pulling into the student lot “We’d better head over there!” I said quickly. Logan nodded. 

“Yeah, we better get going.”

[augustsprincess]

Baby daddy's, for your enjoyment.

It might take August a while to get used to a human pooping machine.

Walter is used to it and Sy is soooo happy to be past that stage. (he doesn't realize there's another baby on the way shhh)

[changenameno]

Wild Ride PART 3

(Complete, links to the first and second part, down below)

Summary: You’ve arrived at the wedding, with three rather frustrated guys, what to do? - “I’m sure you’ll make it up to us later, won’t you darling?”

– Well it’s later now...

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Fem. Reader, Sy x Fem. Reader, August Walker x Fem. Reader

Warnings: 18+, cursing, size kink, ‘voyeurism’, foursome, vaginal fingering, oral sex, dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, praise-kink, lots of manhandling (because they are all brutes), fluffy ending, MDNI

Word count: 3.5 K

A/N: Well what can I say, I just couldn’t torture the guys like that, so they’ll finally get some relieve in this part… It’s not proofread, any mistakes are my own. Please be kind, comments/reblogs are much appreciated…Thank you❤️✨ ENJOY !



! Neither Nomis, nor Walter Marshall, Syverson or August Walker are my creation!

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(In case you’ve missed PART 1 or PART 2)

PART 3

The remaining car ride flew by, like nothing. At least for you, satisfied and a little drowsy. The guys on the other hand, couldn’t await the arrival.

Unfortunately for them the traffic had been slow, so you were running a little late.

Meaning there was no time to unpack or go up into the hotel room. Instead you were ushered along, by a nervous looking bridesmaid.

During the ceremony you four stood in the back, because the seats were filled already. Once the first dance of the married couple took place, it was way past noon.

You tried ignoring the heated glares you received from the three gentleman. When you were dancing with Walter, there was suddenly a tap on your shoulder, so you turned around. August’s sly smile greeting you as he held out a hand, “May I have this next dance?”

Knowing he was up to no good, you hesitated but nodded slowly. With more grace than you thought him capable off, August started to glide over the dance-floor, with you secure in his arms. Swaying this way and that. You were nearly a little disappointed when the song ended and he hadn’t made ‘the’ move.

But just before you reached the buffet, a hand closed around your wrist, pulling you back against a sturdy body, “Suite 222, in fifteen. Don’t be late. Think you kept us waitin’ long enough, Sugar’.”

Shockingly Sy’s raspy voice was enough to get your panties wet again.

He didn’t wait for an answer, simply went around the buffet to the doorway, where August and Walter were waiting. Mouth gaping you watched as the three guys retreated. Walter gave you a last reassuring look over his shoulder then winked teasingly, before he was gone as well.

Good God, what’ve you gotten yourself into?

 

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 Because you didn’t want to wait one more damned second, you went to the front desk after only ten minutes. “Excuse me, erm. Could I get the elevator key to suite 222?”

The bespectacled woman behind the desk, gave you a once over then asked, “Mrs. Walker I presume?”

You bit the inside of your cheeks, to prevent the snarky remark from leaving your lips. That annoying mother*cker had dared…

But then a gleeful smile curled your lips upwards, as you thought about Walter’s reaction, when you’d tell him later, what August had done.

Trying to keep your voice as casual as possible you answered,” Yeah that’s me. Mrs. Walker.”

She simply reached inside a drawer and handed you a small golden key, you thanked her and made your way over to the elevator, getting inside.

You had to hand it to August though, he was classy. Just the elevator looked extremely expensive already, with gold and white marble. There was only one button you could press with a small keyhole besides it. Putting the key in and turning it, made the doors glide shut, then you pressed the button and the elevator began to ascend.

 

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The elevator dinged and the doors opened, making your presents known to the three waiting men.

You took a few steps into the spacious room. There to your right, stood Sy. He was only wearing his dress pants, showing off his deliciously muscled and hairy chest. Sparkling blue eyes taking in your every movement, as you slowly stepped out of your heels.

Nearby there were two chairs, deliberately positioned diagonally to a bed. Not just any bed, there behind him was the largest one you’d ever seen, dark wooden frames in stark contrast to the snow white sheets on top.

At first, giddy as you were, you didn’t see the other two entering the suite. As more pressing urges overtook you for a second, sprinting to the bed and jumping backwards onto the soft mattress, bouncing slightly, giggling all the while.

As you sat up, August leaned against a sideboard arms crossed, a soft smile grazing his lips. His white dress shirt unbuttoned.

The mattress dipping, made you look away, to your right. Walter, only clad in his boxer shorts, had sat down next to you, an even softer expression on his face,” You know I love you, right?”

“Of course. By the way, I happen to love you too, you know,” you murmured back, while crawling closer to him. He reached out and easily manoeuvred you to straddle his lap, “Mmmh I know. What I meant is…You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, alright? You can stop anytime, yeah?”

Thankful for Walter’s reassurance you nodded. “Yeah.” Then added a little louder, meaning to address the whole room, “So, how do you want me?” Biting your lip for good measure.

Sy’s answering growl followed suit, “Ohh fuck, you wanna kill us darlin’?”

You felt warmth soaring through your body when August’s demanding rasp sounded, “Come here.”

To Walter’s disappointment you slid off his lap, then you sauntered over to where August was leaning against the sideboard still. He straightened up as you came to a stop in front of him, towering over you, uncrossing his arms. Immediately jumping at the opportunity presented, you let your fingers touch his toned stomach.

Playfully skimming upwards to his broad shoulders, raising goosebumps as you went along. And then trying to strip him of his dress shirt. As he caught on, to what you were doing, he shrugged his shoulders back and pulled the offending fabric all the way off his body.

You wanted to admire his whole form, so you tried taking a step back, but you only succeeded in colliding with another large, naked chest. Tilting your head back, you were met with sparkling blue eyes once again, “And where do you think, you’re goin’?”

Shuddering, you felt trapped between those two impossibly wide bodies. Like a deer to be devoured by its predators. Though all this accomplished, was that your core tightened and your nipples began poking through the thin fabric of your dress. Body getting even more exited for what was to come.

“You know, I think we should make the dressing situation square. Someone’s terribly overdressed, no?”

Before you could answer, Sy’s huge paws landed on your shoulders, moving smoothly to the sipper of your dress. Pulling it down, exposing you to your lower back. Then he swiftly pulled it open wider and the sleeves down your arms. Your own hands assisting in taking off your dress completely, till it landed at your feet.

Both August and the captain were breathing heavily, eyes caressing every patch of your skin that lay bare. Using their stupefied state, you slipped from between their bodies and darted to your boyfriend on the bed, who had watched everything until now.

Walter pulled you closer, so you were sitting on your knees between his outstretched legs, while he was leaning against the headboard. “Who is overdressed now?”, you purred back August’s previous statement.

Both men shuffled over to the left side of the bed, nearly losing their footing in their hurry to undress. Swallowing thickly, your heart stopped for a second.

Because they had not, as you thought they would, just removed their pants. Oh no, they now stood to your left as naked as the day they were born.

“Fu-ucking hell…”

You didn’t know where to look first. They were both as enormously gifted down there as Walter. And just as achingly hard.

August had a thick vein pulsing, running from his crown all the way down, and you wanted nothing more than to follow it with your tongue. Up and up, until you could get to that pearly drop of precum. Unconsciously liking your lips.

Sy took the initiative and climbed onto the bed as well, kneeling at the edge of the mattress, his index finger beckoning you forward and towards him.

 

Though before you complied, you turned in Walter’s arms and captured his lips in a passionate kiss, making him groan into your mouth. It didn’t last very long, only a few moments then you escaped his embrace, again. You’d swear that you felt Walter’s frustrated growl, vibrate through your body, making your cunt pulse in response. Might be that you should stop, poking the bear.

Still you crawled to Sy, mouth salivating. Between his tree-trunk thighs, stood his massive, erect cock against his stomach. Twitching violently when you propped yourself up, on said thighs. Next you leaned up, planting your sweet lips against his.

His big hands gripped your waist, dragging you up his thighs and pressing your panty clad pussy directly to his raging hard-on. Mewling and trembling, you grasped his bearded chin tighter and rolled your hips.

Yet his hands stopped your movement instantly. You pulled your head back, unsure, “Don’t you want?”

“Oh if you knew how much I want. It’s just… I’m gonna blow right now, if you don’t stop. And I wanna do that somewhere else, okay sugar’?”

“O-okay.”

He smirked then let you down gently on the bed, you’d forgotten for a moment that next to you, there was a rather frustrated August awaiting his turn. He leaned onto the bed and grabbed your thighs, effortlessly though roughly pulling you to him. A whimper escaped your lips, at his rugged manhandling of you.

Like a hungry panther he crawled over your body and attacked your neck with bruising kisses. You opened your legs wider, so he could settle between them, searing lips wondering down to your black lacy bra.

Without removing his lips, his hands slithered behind your back, unceremoniously opening your bra then wrenching it off. Sitting up a little August’s dilated pupils landed on the most perfect set of tits he’d ever encountered.

Bending down once more, he whispered against your left nipple, “Breath-taking.” Then he encircled it with his hot tongue, making you bow your back at the sensation. He focused a while on your left side before he switched and gave your right tit the same treatment, only coming up to ask, “I need a real taste. May I, love?”

For a second your head was so foggy from the pleasure that you didn’t understand what he meant. But as soon as his callused hands skated down your stomach to the waistband of your panties, you knew. “Y-yes, please.”

The sinister glint in his sapphires, made you gush some more especially because he added huskily, “Such a good girl, begging already.”

Apparently patience running thin, behind you Walter snarled, sounding more animal than man, “Get on with it. Or do you need help?”

August ignored him, but moved further down, kneeling on the floor pulling you with him, so your legs were on either side of his head. Your panties were gone faster than a speeding bullet.

You couldn’t even concentrate on the man between your legs, because just then Sy and Walter scooted over and knelt by your head. Huge cocks bobbing.

Evidently Walter had removed his boxers some time ago when you weren’t paying attention. Now kneeling behind your head, holding his cock in hand, like a weapon, slowly moving up and down, penetrating gaze fixed on your wet, wet pussy.

The captain wasn’t fairing much better, holding his cock close to your face, though eyes focused on your slightly parted lips. When August’s wide tongue swiped through your folds a loud moan broke free from deep within you, and then three resounding grunts followed yours. He hummed against your centre, making your hips buck up, “Fuck, so wet. And you really do taste fantastic.”

You were only able to mewl in response as his nose brushed your clit and he began tongue fucking you in earnest. Fingers of your left hand digging into something hot, while you jerked in August’s hold. A somewhat anguished voice brought you back to reality, “Sugar’ you better let go, I still need that blood circulation there.”

In your delirium you’d accidently wrapped your hand around Sy’s boner a little too tightly, quickly retracting your hand and gripping the bedspread instead. And not a moment too soon, because August added one of his long fingers, suckling on your nub and you were done for. Your back bowing off the bed and letting out a loud cry as you came in his mouth.

He fingered you through your release, only then withdrawing, liking his lips clean, though his moustache was still shining with your juices.

 

Not even quite recovered from your intense orgasm, strong arms lifted you up, hurriedly positioning you on your hands and knees. The only warning your boyfriend gave you, before sliding his thick length in, being a thundered, “My turn!”

A pathetic whimper left your lips as he continued to push further into you, slick easing his way. “Ahhrg, so fucking tight, my love”, he breathed into your ear, hairy chest pressed onto your back.

The added weight suddenly making your arms give out, but he’d curled his biceps around your chest, preventing you from face-planting into the mattress. With a tilt of his hips, Walter shoved himself in to the hilt, which made you feel incredibly full. Incomprehensible noises leaving you.

 

Walter simply held you against him, letting you adjust to his cock, while whispering praises into your hair. “Such a good, good girl. Yeah that’s it, taking me so well.”

A few minutes passed where your walls finally grew accustomed to the fat rod sparing them open. Taking in a deep breath your eyes fixed onto August, who was still kneeling on the floor, then you glanced to your left at Sy, a wicked idea forming inside your head.

You leaned back into Walter which made him grunt and then you whispered, “I want both of them in my mouth.” He chuckled darkly, purposefully answering loud enough for them to hear, “Pretty sure they want your naughty little mouth on them as well.”

As if he’d put them under his spell, August and Sy were on their feet even before you could begin to feel embarrassed about what Walter had said. Two pairs of lust blown pupils landing on your naked form, moving south and lingering where Walter and you were now conjoined, tight pussy fluttering around his angry cock.

Without leaving your hot cavern, your boyfriend half pushed, half carried you to the edge of the mattress. The movement making you moan softly, aching for him to finally fuck you with intent.

When you didn’t immediately reach for the weeping cocks in front of you, Sy grew impatient and grabbed your hand, putting it around his. Beginning to move it up and down his length, until you found the perfect rhythm. Moan after moan leaving him.

Having such a hunk of a man standing there, falling apart because of you, made you feel incredibly powerful. “Yeah just like that, sugar’. Perfect!”

Walter let go of your upper body enough, so you could lean forward onto your unoccupied hand. Which you did, in reach of your mouth there was now August’s enormous member, standing as upright as ever.

Teasing was no longer an option, therefore you quickly got started with the task at hand, letting your tongue swipe up from his balls, along the delicious looking vein still pulsing rapidly under his skin. Obscenely smacking your lips together, over the swollen mushroom-like tip and tasting the first drops of his salty precum.

Becoming putty in your hands as well, he pressed out, “Fu-fuck, love, that tongue of yours…arrgh… Please don’t stop.”

You weren’t really good with multitasking but for them, you’d give it your best shot. Taking August’s cock in as far as it’d go without choking, while continuing to pump your hand on Sy’s in the same rhythm as before. Their freely flowing moans letting you know that they were enjoying it very much.

But you grew restless. Walter still hadn’t started moving and it made the annoyance and frustration within, flair high. More than just a little eager, you pushed back, hard. Hoping he’d get the hint.

He did. One big hand, held onto your hip, as he pulled out nearly all the way, before slamming back inside, fucking you forward and onto August. Choking and drooling a little, your desperate wails were muffled as August’s cock slipped a considerable bit more, down your throat. “Ahh, do that again, “ his husky voice demanded.

Walter needn’t be told that, he simply established a maddening rhythm right from the get go, the motion pushing you back and forth on their members.

Sy’s hand closed around yours, to ensure it’d stay where he needed it most. The suite was filled with choking sounds, grunts and muffled whimpers.

It didn’t take long, before the captain grunted, “Gonna, gonna come.”

To his surprise you let August slip out, pulled your left hand back and wrapped your mouth around Sy’s twitching, leaking cock. “Fuuuuck! Gonna fill you up…” With one last, long groan he came.

To prevent becoming overstimulated, the captain pulled free from your wanton mouth. You had tried swallowing every last drop, during which Walter relentlessly ploughed your sensitive and weeping pussy like a priced breeding bull.

Nevertheless you nearly succeeded, only a few drops of cum running down your chin, showing Sy your empty mouth on the next mewl Walter pulled from you.

Just three loud whimpers could be heard, before August had stuffed his sizable length back down your throat. “That’s better. Taking me so deep. Almost there…just a little more.” You swallowed around his cockhead, making him lose all inhibitions, snapping his hips forward every time Walter pulled you in the opposite direction.

True to his words, after a few more jerks August spilled his warmth down your throat, at least making the swallowing easier. When he’d softened, he went to sit down on one of the chairs near the bed, Sy already sitting on the other one. Both still mesmerized by the erotic sight in front of them, so they simply continued watching. Enjoying the show.

 

Walter didn’t waste any time, slinging both his beefy arms around you, positioning you upright on his knees, your legs on either side of his, so he could fuck upwards and into your quivering cunt. Bouncing you up and down on his lap, a sudden possessiveness overcame him, so he rasped out, “Who do you belong to?!”

Thoroughly fucked out, you somehow managed a last shout, “Be-belong to…you…WALTER!” Then you came with a violent spasm, pussy gushing around him, juices running down his balls.

He growled, yanking you even closer, coming with one last powerful trust, filling your stomach with even more seed. Beyond exhausted you went completely limp in his embrace, his beard tickling your ear, “You were perfect. Love you so much.”

With closed eyes you replied, addressing the whole room again, “Mmmh so were you.” Adding a, “Love you, too,” just for Walter though. He slowly lifted you off his softening cock, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple and laying you down onto your back with so much care you would have thought you’d be made of glass. When he cuddled into your side, someone asked, “May I?”

Reopening your eyes, there stood August next to the bed looking like a lost puppy, holding out a wet wipe. Before you could answer, your boyfriend took it and slowly began cleaning you between your legs. Making you shiver at the sudden coolness. Once he was finished, Sy stood from his chair and sauntered over, to throw the sullied wipe away.

When he returned, August still stood next to the bed, unsure how to proceed. The captain pulled on his arm and gestured to the pants lying on the floor, meaning to get him to dress. Fortunately you hadn’t dosed off just yet, so you caught the silent gesture.

Parroting back Sy’s previous words, though in a rather wobbly voice, “And where do you think, you’re goin’?” Smiling into your shoulder, Walter added, “This ain’t no hit and run. Come back to bed.”

Feeling out of his depth, August swallowed thickly, “Thought you’d want us to leave?”

You’d never seen them so unsure of themselves, which made them somehow even more endearing than they already were. You simply patted the bed murmuring, “Come you two. There is plenty of space here…”

Finally they made their way over to the huge bed and got in. After a bit of manoeuvring and shuffling around, you were all cuddled together rather comfortably.

Walter being the big spoon hugging you to his chest, August’s biceps acting as your pillow and Sy’s long arm slug over August, his hand resting on your naked hip. Because it was a warm day and you had three furnaces snuggled up to you, there was no need for a blanket, at all.

Completely content you sighed. There was only one thing left to say, cheeky smile curling your lips as you peered at the bewhiskered face in front of you, “Mrs. Walker, huh?”

There was grumbling behind you. Near inaudible because he’d buried his face into your neck, Walter sleepily slurred, “What’s thatmean?”

August had the audacity to look scandalized, swiftly pressing your face further into his biceps to muffle any other comment of yours, as he answered, “Erm, nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

Instead of protesting you merely giggled into his arm. Making all three men lovingly smile at the sweet creature within their embrace.

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Fantasy Hotel

Pairings: Monster!HC characters x Reader (I don't know how many there will be.)

Series Summary: A new hotel just opened up in town with promises to fulfill all your monster fucking fantasies. You were a little gun shy at first, but you come around. Again and again.

Fic links, warnings, notes, etc, under the cut since these can change at any moment.

Warnings: As with all of my fiction, 18+, NO MINORS. We're talking monster fucking, p in v, p in a, possibly some DP, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, maybe a hint of CNC, light dom/sub dynamics, biting, blood sucking, exhibitionism, fantasy (as if not apparent from the title and subject matter

Word Count: 32K-ish

A/N: I don't even know if I should call this a series. Let's be honest at the outset: I've written one and half of another. I've an idea for a third. After that? Who knows?

Forest Fantasy - Werewolf!Walter x Reader

Labyrinth Fantasy - Minotaur!Sy x Reader

Gothic Fantasy - Vampire!August x Reader

Haunted Fantasy - Ghost!Mike x Reader

Medieval Fantasy - Witcher!Geralt x Reader

Back to Reality: A Final Fantasy - Werewolf!Walter x Reader