Warnings: Non-Con, dark, smut, breeding, bondage, cream pie, biting, discussion of body fluids, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex.
Authors Note: Okay, this Drabble is not like my regular fics. This was a palate cleanser for me: a little change of pace, tone and subject (and character!). I had written a couple of paragraphs of this months ago and saw it in my drafts and thought, why not? It is what it is.
Thanks to @henryobsessed for beta reading and corrections.
Dividers made by me.
Masterlist
He may be the alpha. He may bow to no one. He may rule them all.
But you rule him.
You know it instinctively.
You know it by the way he fights as his wolf takes over. The way he mumbles his apologies as he tears the clothes from your body and the tender way he handles you as he ties you to the bed. You know it by the way he nuzzles at your neck and the scent he gives off as he examines your body. You know it by the way he whimpers when he catches the first scent of your arousal, and by the way he gnars when you twist against your bound wrists and ankles.
He’s between your legs, lapping at you, drinking from you, imbibing your humiliating desire for him.
He growls, caws, and grunts as he gives you his all, trying to win you over. He wants you to relent, for you to allow him to come to you freely like you once had.
His breath is hot and humid, his tongue rough and wet. His bites are gentle nibbles and he pushes you to the brink. You screech and he brays, grinning and watching with delight as he makes you shatter.
“Walter, please,” you implore, “Stop.”
He climbs you over you, shaking his head, his lust cannot wait, though you see the shame in his eyes.
“Need,” he rumbles.
He knows what he is, he knows what you think of him as he takes you like this. But he can’t stop the urges, the ancient itch that scratches without cessation at what is left of his mind.
He fills you, tears you, stretches you, around his brutal girth, howling with rapture as your bodies fuse.
He’s so gone, so swept away in the moment that he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. You feel it between your legs and you tighten around him. You wail, crying his name as you implore him to stop. But Walter isn’t there anymore, his blue eyes are now a vacant black as he begins to rut.
Barbaric, primitive, and feral is his mating, as if his goal is to rip you apart. You had thought you’d be used to it by now, this monthly cycle, he had assured you you would be.
He clings to you, wrapping his arms around you, licking at your neck as if he is your lover not your violator.
He feels the moment you yield, the moment you submit to him and your lamentation becomes supplication. Your hips drive to meet his, your hands grasp at the ropes pulling on them for purchase instead of escape.
He howls as you tighten around him, watches your face as your control shatters. He follows you into ecstasy. With a deep and guttural garr, he releases his seed deep within you.
He holds you when he’s done, licking at your wounds, murmuring his love, seeking forgiveness.
He stays buried within your core for as long as he can, keeping his offering inside. When he falls out he spreads your legs wider, reverently gathering his leaking emission on his finger and restores it to its rightful place.
He wants to breed, and inexplicably at this moment you want it too. You don’t fight as he lays an arm across your belly keeping you still, keeping his potential for offspring alive.
You don’t know how long he waits, how long he takes to recover, but you aren’t surprised when you feel his tongue on you again, lapping at your centre, driving you again to your peak. It doesn’t take long, you come again, and you feel him hard at your centre. As he breaches your defences again, you wonder how many times he will do this, and you find you never ever want it to stop.
Summary: Walter Marshall is exhausted and just wants to go to bed. But a power outage and a drunk neighbour stand in his way.
Pairing: Walter Marshall x Indigo (OFC)
Word Count: approx 3.2k
Warnings: Smut, Darkish!Walter, Dubious Consent, fingering (female receiving), masturbation, semi-public sex, sex (p in v), rough sex, Mdom/fsub vibes, age gap, slut shaming, dirty talk (if Ive missed anything, let me know)
Authors Note: So here is my first Walter Fic. I'm playing around with his character trying to get it right as I might try a longer series with him (not sure yet and it wouldn't be linked to this). Also, I thought it might be fun to play with the enemies to lovers trope and the stuck in an elevator trope.
Thanks to @blakerogue for reading it and coming up with the title. A million thanks!
Masterlist
Not Bad For an Old Man
As he put his car into park and engaged the hand break, Walter let out a deep sigh. He was so tired. In his exhausted and agitated state, he looked at the elevator across the underground car park. It seemed so far away, he briefly contemplated closing his eyes and sleeping in the car.
Of course, he didn’t. It was just one of those silly thoughts that sprung up when your mind can’t make sense of the world. He needed a shower, and the thought of the steaming water that awaited him was enough motivation to get himself moving. Grabbing his jacket off the passenger seat he put it on and made his way to the lift.
Getting in the elevator, Walter made his way to the far end and leaned his back and head against it. He folded his arms across his chest as the doors closed and shut his eyes. When the elevator stopped on the ground floor he opened them to see who was getting in. He didn’t know everyone in the building, but he knew most and despite how tired he was, he liked to be polite to them.
Walter let out a small grunt when he saw it was his neighbour. He had been hoping she would already be home. Now it would be nearly impossible to sleep, she would have her tv on too loud or she would try to cook in her drunken state and set the fire alarm off again. At least she was alone and he wouldn’t have to put up with her bedhead slamming into the walls for the next few hours.
“Good morning Indigo,” Walter said.
Indi stood in the elevator door way, arms wide against the frame, opening her coat and revealing her tiny skin-tight white dress, nothing more than a glorified tank top in Walter’s opinion. She looked at him, her green eyes lined in thick black kohl, her face shiny with a thin sheen of sweat that continued to down her neck and to her chest. One of her white combat boots was untied and her dirty blonde hair looked like it had been nested in by a particularly angry eagle. She was a mess. She didn’t always look like that, during the week she dressed plainly, her makeup feminine and meek, she looked the picture of innocent perfection. But on the weekends, she changed, became wild, untamed, her sexuality on full display and her weekday day restraint lost. Walter bit down the groan of desire threatening to burble up from a deep primal place that wanted to fuck the feral out of her, punish her for her recklessness, control her and keep her whorish urges to himself.
Stumbling slightly, Indi took a step out of the doorway. “I’ll get the next one,” she slurred.
Walter shook his head. He knew why he hated her, no one brought out his taming instinct like she did. He felt dirty, weak that she could stir those feelings in him, the feelings he kept hidden. He shouldn’t want to fuck her when she looked like this, displaying herself like she did and he upbraided himself for his lack of control. He hated her because he hated himself when his cock hardened at the sight of her rakish body. Despite wanting to reach out, press the close door button and let the foolish girl wait, Walter said, “You’re being ridiculous. Get in.”
“You the one who redic, redicolos, ridiculous,” Indi was drunker than Walter thought. “Did you knit the matching beanie and jumper or granny make it for you.” She couldn’t control the volume of her speech any more than she could her mouth to make the words. He thought she would be stubborn, but she got in the elevator, her coat sliding down off her shoulders as she did, stood in the opposite corner to Walter and stared him down.
As the doors closed and the lift started to move, Indi let out a huge yawn. Seemingly to forget she hated Walter, she said, “I’m so fucking tired. I just want to sleep here.”
Walter let out a short huff, amused she had the same thought as him, so close to the comfort of a bed, and yet too tired to reach it. Walter opened his mouth to speak when the elevator gave a sudden short drop and was plunged into darkness briefly before emergency lights turned on.
“Oh Fuck!” Indi cried out. She was sitting on her ass, her impaired equilibrium was no match for the elevators sudden stop.
Walter’s protector mode kicked in before he could supress it, and he went to her to check for injuries. Squatting down in front of her, he asked, “Are you hurt?”
Indi’s eyes raged as she looked at him, a near snarl on her blood red lips, “I’d be fine if I didn’t get on this fucking elevator with you.”
Walter stood up and went to the control panel. He had no time for her bullshit. He wanted a shower and maybe a couple of hours of sleep. The case he was working had reached a dead end, he would need to start at the beginning and work his way through it all again, re-interviewing witnesses, re-examining evidence. He didn’t have much time before the leads would start to dry up and the case would grow cold.
Glancing at Indi to see if she was ok while he spoke to the elevator company through the control panel, he looked away quickly. Walter clenched his jaw. She was sitting cross legged, looking at her phone, her tiny dress gaped open, high on her hips, revealing her tiny white cotton thong. The vulgarity of it shouldn’t have excited him, but it did, it always did. Walter felt a spike of adrenaline as his blood rushed to his sex.
The company representative said the fault was with the power company and they had no idea when it would be fixed, if it went for too long they would call the fire department. Thanking him, Walter pulled out his phone to check what he already knew, there was never any reception in the carpark or elevator.
“Well this fucking sucks balls,” Indi said. She appeared soberer now, possibly from the shock to the system. Walter went and sat in his corner back against the cab wall, arms resting on his bent knees deliberately avoiding looking in her direction.
“Do you think you could say one sentence without swearing?” Walter asked.
“Fuck no,” Indi said.
“Well maybe you could close your legs so you don’t look like a slut as well as sound like one.” Walter cursed himself. He was too tired and irritated, he never would have spoken to her like that otherwise, never let her get under his skin like that.
“Fuck you, Marshall,” Indi said, her face colouring as she pulled her skirt down and placed her bag between her legs.
Walter opened his mouth to apologise, but decided against it. He doubted it would have made a difference to their already adversarial relationship. He took his jacket off, rolled it up, placed it behind his head and closed his eyes.
“You don’t always have to be a dick you know,” Indi said.
Walter cracked an eye open and raised a brow. “Watch it, girl,” he said. “I’m too tired for your crap.”
“Watch it, girl,” Indi mocked, putting on his accent as well. She swung around and laid on her back, put her legs against the wall and lifting her hands, rested her head on them. Her coat, spread on the floor, open wide he could see her pert breasts stretching the thin material of her dress.
Like a fidgety bored child, she alternated bending and straightening her legs, her boots hitting the elevator wall, not hard enough to cause swinging or endanger them but enough to be annoying. “Do you mind?” Walter said.
“Well I’m fucking bored and you won’t talk to me so what else am I going to do?”
“You could sleep, it is three in the morning.”
“I had too many vodka Red Bulls.”
“Of course, you did.”
“What the hell do you mean by that?”
“I mean, it’s not surprising since you write yourself off every weekend and come home making noise, playing music or fucking some arsehole and keeping me awake, until six in the morning.”
Indi stopped kicking and looked at Walter. Walter stared back, forcing his eyes to stay on hers. Indi arched her back slightly, her hard nipples pressed against her dress, making the two little buds on the round hills of her chest poke through lewdly. Walter couldn’t help himself and his eyes slid down her body. She slowly nodded to herself, a sky smirk appeared on her obscene lips. She started kicking again and said, “Now I know why you hate me.”
Walter was furious with himself. His hands clenched into fists as he tried to ignore the painful hardening of his cock as it grew awkwardly in his pants. “You don’t know anything, girl.”
Her mocking laughter did nothing to appease his desire. “You want to fuck me,” Indi laughed, her red slips stretched wide across her face, grotesque like a wound, as her body shook with amusement. “Oh my god, it all makes sense now.”
Breathing deeply, controlling himself, Walter didn’t bother denying it. “Isn’t that why you dress like a slut every weekend? To make men like me want to fuck you?”
“Dirty old men like yourself are not my target audience,” she said, trying to be spiteful. But Walter noticed her shift in tone, and the breathlessness in her words.
Walter chuckled, “It doesn’t work like that, Little Girl. We all see it. We all go home with thoughts of your filthy mouth stuffed with our cocks.”
Indi gasped, her face coloured, her green eyes feverish, but her panting breaths told a different story. She never thought this quiet but gruff man would ever speak as he does. She thought him a loner, almost asexual, and very much boring. But she could feel a throb begin between her legs as she became lost in his gentle baritone, and his judgemental words.
“You will get yourself in to trouble if you keep doing what you’re doing. Men are disgusting. Pigs. You should protect yourself from us, not entice us.” Walter’s soft low voice and chastising words seemed to put Indi under a spell. Pleased, Walter kept talking. “When you dress like that, it brings out our primal urges, our savage nature, our urge to breed. We want to catch you, keep you and own you, even just for the few minutes it takes to pump you full of our seed. We will lie to you, deceive you, just for a chance to feel your cunt squeeze our cocks.”
“Not all men,” she said. “Surely not every man.”
“All of us,” Walter insisted.
“Even you?” Indi asked, timidly. She sat up, wrapped her arms around her knees. For the first time she looked like she feared Walter, but her fear was secondary to her obvious lust.
“Especially me, Little Girl,” Walter said with no hint of laughter.
Indi froze, she felt ice in her veins as she really looked at Walter and realised she had him wrong the whole time. She thought he was cold, stoic, his job forced him to create boundaries, to not get attached. She saw now it was a front, behind his eyes she could see the torrent of emotions that swirled beneath. She saw now he was a ticking time bomb, ready to detonate at any provocation. Indi found it absurd but as he tilted his head she wondered what he would be like in bed. Would he be controlled or would he let out the beast she could see lurking under his outward civility.
“Are you scared of me now, Indigo?” Walter asked with a seductive tone that made Indi bite her lip. One side of Walters lips raised in a small grin, he had given up hiding his desire.
When Indi bit her lip and nodded, Walter let his smile grow. “Come here,” he said, beckoning her with his hand. Indi shook her head. “I won’t hurt you,” he crossed his heart over his knitted sweater, “I promise.”
“No,” Indi said, but she sounded weak and unconvincing.
Walter studied her for a while. Her fingertips held her knees so tightly they were white at the tips. For a moment he wondered what he thought he was doing. She was at least ten years younger than he was, scared and his neighbour. If there was one thing he learned in the force, it was don’t shit where you eat. Walter didn’t care, stuck with her in the elevator, her perfume permeated the elevator cab, her cheap scent mixed with alcohol, sweat and he swears he can smell her sweet cunt.
Taking his gun and badge off his belt, he assessed the situation again. His glower made Indi shift where she sat her legs opening slightly and he saw the wet patch on her white thong. He didn’t need a further invitation and his arm struck out capturing her throat in his hands. Her artificially red lips parted as she gasped, and a small moan fell from her lips.
With his free hand Walter thumbed her lips, spreading her red lipstick in thick streaks over her cheeks and chin. His chest puffed as he wiped the whore from her lips. Her soft flesh reddened on its own accord now, under his rough and abrasive pad. Walter pressed his mouth to hers, opening her up, forcing his thick tongue into her mouth. She tasted like, soda, alcohol and sugary bubble gum. Walter groaned, his cock ached, screaming at him now. He grabbed her wrist and pressed her palm to his pants, moving it up and down. He let her go and he was pleasantly surprised to find she kept moving her hand against him.
“Fuck,” Indi moaned, her fingers gripped him through his jeans.
“You like the feel of my cock don’t you Little Girl?” Walter asked.
“Yes,” Indi said huskily. “You’re so fucking big.”
Walter grinned, “Not bad for an old man, then.”
Indi whimpered, softly, unconsciously, and Walter took it for a wanton plea. He pushed her back to the ground, and reached between her legs, pressing his palm to her. Her reaction was instant, her hip bucked against him, and she became a writhing mess, grinding into him. Walter watched her, the desperation she showed was provoking, enticing him to go further.
Pulling the flimsy cotton aside, Walter palmed her again, this time shuddering as he felt her sticky wetness coat his hand. Indi clamped her legs around him, trapping him. Walter didn’t fight, he wanted to see her cum, wanted to watch her greedy desperate body find relief. He yanked on the top of her dress and he saw the pretty pink buds, taut and hard. He took one in his mouth, sucking hard, tonging it roughly, enjoying her cries. Indi thrust her fingers into his hair gripping him tight to her breasts as she pressed herself into his hand. Walter slipped a finger into her sodden core and could feel her walls trembling, she was close already. He pushed a second finger inside, growling as he pushed into her, her tightening muscles trying to push him out. He fucked her, fingers pushing in, the squelching sounds of her wet cunt made his cock throb and as Indi fell apart, calling his name, he felt his pre-cum wet in his pants.
As Indi laid recovering, Walter undid his pants, finally allowing his rigid sex free. He fisted the shaft as he took her in, his eyes inspecting her indecent appearance. Her legs lay open, her underwear half caught in her folds, her breasts hanging out of her dress and her smudged make-up, made her look every bit the slut she dressed to be.
Walter didn’t hold back, entering her with a single mighty thrust and he was sheathed to the hilt. Indi screamed, “I’m not on the pill.”
Her protest gave Walter pause, “No birth control at all?”
“Nothing,” Indi said, “please don’t, I have a condom in my bag.”
Walter considered then growled, “Fuck it, I’ll pull out and cum on your tits.”
Indi shouted, kicked and clawed at Walter, begging him to stop. Walter ignored it all, catching her flailing arms in his, he held them above her head. Walter grunted as he fucked her, not holding back, he unleashed his primal urges into her warm core. Soon Indi’s protests became encouragement, and she moved her hips against him, searching again for her release.
“Are you going to cum on my cock, you greedy Little Girl?” Walter asked with a cruel smirk.
“Yes,” Indi chanted, over and over. Mascara stained tears rolled down her face as he pumped into her, leaving black trails across her cheeks. Walter didn’t think he had ever seen a woman more enthralling, her shame, her lust, her confusion, all showed on her face as she cried his name and he felt her walls grip him tight, milking at his thrusting cock.
“Fuck,” Walter shouted pulling out and working his shaft looking at her blissed out, sordid body. He pulled her into a seating position by the hair, and she came willingly her eyes meeting his as she arched her back, presenting her bare breasts to him. Throwing his head back with a roar, Walter released thick ropes of his seed onto her, his aim uncontrolled as his release painted her chin, dress and tits.
With a long sigh, Walter was spent, falling to the floor, he covered his eyes with his arm as he calmed himself, slowing his breathing until his heart rate returned to normal. He almost fell into the sleep his body had been craving when he heard the supressed sobs.
Indi was cleaning herself with napkins, trying not to make a sound as the tears still fell from her eyes. Walter got up and sat near her, taking the napkins from her hands.
“Let me, Indi,” Walter said. Tenderly, he cleaned her up, wiped her make-up off and helped her back into her dress. Gingerly, Indi watched, unsure of the gentle way he was treating her. “Did I hurt you badly?” Walter asked with genuine care.
“No,” she whispered.
“Good girl,” Walter said, slipping a finger under her chin he kissed her briefly before giving Indi a smile. Her look of shock almost made Walter chuckle, but he held it back so she didn’t think he was laughing at her.
Walter fixed himself up, tucking himself back into his pants. He returned to his spot against the wall, replaced his gun and his badge. He called to Indi and hesitantly she went to him. He sat her between his legs and wrapped his coat over both their legs.
Indi started to ask what he was doing but he interrupted and said, “We are going to sleep, Little Girl. Now lay back. I’ll keep you warm.”
