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A Word Like That

Summary: Walter is shocked when you repeat something vulgar you overheard at work. Your naive innocence gets the detective excited, so he indulges you in your curious desires.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Innocent!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smutty content, first time handjobs, talk of blowjobs, reader is inexperienced, Walter is dirty and finds that erotic, Walter giving gentle dom vibe- Let me know if I forgot anything!

Word Count: 700ish

Any typos are my own!

A/N: (Reposting because Tumblr flagged the other one!) This was a prompt by @daybreak96 involving Walter, innocent!reader and BJs. Thank you for the ask, how did you know I have an innocence kink?! 🤭 Enjoy ❤️

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“What did you just say?” Walter blinked, gaping at you. He felt like he couldn’t believe his ears.

“Please, don’t make me say it again.” You huffed bashfully.

It took you enough courage to say it the first time. You pouted up at him as his eyebrows rose and he grinned, stupefied. He heard you, you know he did. 

“I want to hear you say it again.” He continued, stepping closer.

Your body quaked as he held your gaze. He wasn’t going to let you get away without saying it again. His shoulders squared, glancing at your lips with a smirk.

“I-I said… Can I please suck your cock?” You whispered quietly, your voice meek. He was silent for another moment. You shifted uncomfortably.

“Where did you learn a word like that?” He uttered in disbelief, tilting his head as you looked down finally. You sighed. That wasn’t what you hoped he was going to say.

“Don’t tease me.” You whined, squirming.

“I’m not teasing. I just never thought I’d hear those innocent lips of yours beg for something so dirty.” He cupped your cheek and made you look back at him. 

He was concerned about who was corrupting your innocent mind. Such vulgar language wasn’t in your normal vocabulary. Right now though, Walter was going to jump at the opportunity in front of him.

“It makes me hard. Want to feel?” He smirked when you blinked at him, taking your wrist in one hand. His other one got to work on the buttons of his jeans.

“Here. Feel how much I want you.” He grunted, shoving your fingers into the front of his pants.

You found out he was bare underneath as he pushed your hand up his length with the ball of his palm. Gasping, you wrapped your fingers around his swollen shaft and stroked upwards. Walter sucked in a breath, growling in your ear.

Cautiously, you explored him for the first time. He was big. Huge, really. That was supposed to fit in your mouth? How?

When you first overheard some of your coworkers talking about sucking on their boyfriends’ things, you were appalled. You had never heard of such a thing!

And then you got curious the more you overheard their conversation. Curious enough to ask Walter for it. They seemed to like taking it in their mouths. Why wouldn’t you?

“You don’t even know what you’re asking for, do you?” Walter chuckled and brought you out of your daydream.

You pouted, embarrassed as you stilled your hand. Truth to be, you weren’t completely sure what you asked of him. You were just repeating what you eavesdropped on. He clicked his tongue and  grinned at you, shifting your wrist so your fingers glided over the leaking tip.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Can’t you feel how much I want you? I’m almost making a mess in my jeans here.” He huffed under his breath, bucking into your hand. “Go ahead. Feel.” 

You gasped when a sticky fluid coated the pads of your digits. He hissed as you began to stroke him again, growling when you carefully rubbed your thumb over the weeping slit on the head of his cock.

This must be… What did the girls at work call it? Cum. Yes, that was it. According to them, the stuff didn’t taste half bad. Your mouth watered. Your bet was that Walter’s cum tasted amazing.

Everything about him was delicious. 

Squeezing his cock, you felt more of the sticky liquid leak out and seep into your hand. A soft moan escaped you, licking your lips as you threatened to drool. You needed to know what he tasted like.

Your whimper caught his attention. He looked at you, taking in the way you smacked your lips. It made him want to go feral, seeing you slobbering for his dick on your tongue. 

Instead of attacking you, he stroked your cheek with the back of his fingers. Walter took a deep breath to calm the beast inside him. He smiled slowly and leaned down to whisper in your ear, his length twitching in your palm.

“You’re drooling for it, aren’t you? Get down on your knees and I’ll give you a taste of what you’re so curious about, darling. Then, after I’ve pumped your pretty mouth full with my cock; you can tell me who taught you such a naughty word.”

Pekitaulet instructing Nikani to help with a fussy Baby Ragnar

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep?

Carlos. His whole camera roll is an ode to Tyler Kennedy Strand; he even has folders for sleepy TK, grumpy TK, adorable puppy TK, and for his eyes only sexy TK. His sisters and Michelle tell him he’s a stalker; he responds they’re just jealous he has the most beautiful man sleeping in his bed.

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

TK for both, Carlos loves when TK wakes him up for a cool dream but unfortunately it doesn’t happen as much as he wishes it would. TK has a lot of nightmares about his ODing, about losing his dad or someone from his crew, or Carlos himself. He dreams about being all alone. He dreams about getting shot and not waking up. When that happens Carlos gathers a shaky TK in his arms, presses a kiss on his damp brow, and sings softly to him, sometimes in English but mostly in Spanish, songs his own mother sang to him when he had a nightmare as a kid. And when Luca comes along and the poor kid has his own nightmares, especially right when he first comes to live with them, Carlos lets Luca rest on top of him, pulls TK to his side and sing to both of his boys, sometimes Luca joins in a little as he falls asleep. 

Luca gets so used to it, that when Carlos has a night shift, he takes over and sings to TK random bits of Spanish songs he’s learned from Carlos just to make sure Dada doesn’t have a bad dream and doesn’t miss Papa too much. It always works.

ayyy thank you so much 🥰 yours are amazing!