I write all sorts of topics and styles, but note that many of my works will have suggestive themes and varying degrees of NSFW content. My work is for those 18 and older. DO NOT read if you are underage, thanks!
•Hoodie Love•You’re having one of those days again where you want to hide from the world, but Sy knows just what you need to make you feel loved.
•Namaste• Sy walks in on your daily yoga practice for the first time and is captivated by what he sees.
•Sugar and the Bull• Sy is always giving you the best gifts, and today he brought you something extra special.
•I Need You to Hold Me• You are comforted during a panic/anxiety attack by your loving man.
•Magenta• She uses all of her tricks to convince Sy to let her take control for the night. (Part of the Lipstick Kisses Series )
Napoleon Solo:
•Burgundy Kisses • Napoleon loves it when you wear lipstick. He especially loves seeing the color kissed all over his body. (Part of the Lipstick Kisses Series )
Walter Marshall:
•Cereal Dates• You try convince Walter to love your favorite snack throughout your years together. The best dates are shared over cereal, after all.
*NEW*•Bring It On Home To Me•Walter comes home, and, without words, you know he needs you.
*NEW*• Insomnia Marshmallows • Your closest neighbor and somewhat acquaintance, Walter Marshall, comes to rescue you in the middle of a blizzard. Coincidentally, both of you have trouble sleeping and find way to pass the time.
*NEW*•Garnet • When he spies her from across the court, Charles knows he has to have her. He can’t wait for her garnet lips to be his. (Part of the Lipstick Kisses Series )
I write all sorts of topics and styles, but note that many of my works will have suggestive themes and varying degrees of NSFW content. My work is for those 18 and older. DO NOT read if you are underage, thanks!
•Hoodie Love•You’re having one of those days again where you want to hide from the world, but Sy knows just what you need to make you feel loved.
•Namaste• Sy walks in on your daily yoga practice for the first time and is captivated by what he sees.
•Sugar and the Bull• Sy is always giving you the best gifts, and today he brought you something extra special.
•I Need You to Hold Me• You are comforted during a panic/anxiety attack by your loving man.
•Magenta• She uses all of her tricks to convince Sy to let her take control for the night. (Part of the Lipstick Kisses Series )
Napoleon Solo:
•Burgundy Kisses • Napoleon loves it when you wear lipstick. He especially loves seeing the color kissed all over his body. (Part of the Lipstick Kisses Series )
Walter Marshall:
•Cereal Dates• You try convince Walter to love your favorite snack throughout your years together. The best dates are shared over cereal, after all.
*NEW*•Bring It On Home To Me•Walter comes home, and, without words, you know he needs you.
*NEW*• Insomnia Marshmallows • Your closest neighbor and somewhat acquaintance, Walter Marshall, comes to rescue you in the middle of a blizzard. Coincidentally, both of you have trouble sleeping and find way to pass the time.
*NEW*•Garnet • When he spies her from across the court, Charles knows he has to have her. He can’t wait for her garnet lips to be his. (Part of the Lipstick Kisses Series )
I write all sorts of topics and styles, but note that many of my works will have suggestive themes and varying degrees of NSFW content. My work is for those 18 and older. DO NOT read if you are underage, thanks!
•Hoodie Love•You’re having one of those days again where you want to hide from the world, but Sy knows just what you need to make you feel loved.
•Namaste• Sy walks in on your daily yoga practice for the first time and is captivated by what he sees.
•Sugar and the Bull• Sy is always giving you the best gifts, and today he brought you something extra special.
•I Need You to Hold Me• You are comforted during a panic/anxiety attack by your loving man.
•Magenta• She uses all of her tricks to convince Sy to let her take control for the night. (Part of the Lipstick Kisses Series )
Napoleon Solo:
•Burgundy Kisses • Napoleon loves it when you wear lipstick. He especially loves seeing the color kissed all over his body. (Part of the Lipstick Kisses Series )
Walter Marshall:
•Cereal Dates• You try convince Walter to love your favorite snack throughout your years together. The best dates are shared over cereal, after all.
*NEW*•Bring It On Home To Me•Walter comes home, and, without words, you know he needs you.
*NEW*• Insomnia Marshmallows • Your closest neighbor and somewhat acquaintance, Walter Marshall, comes to rescue you in the middle of a blizzard. Coincidentally, both of you have trouble sleeping and find way to pass the time.
*NEW*•Garnet • When he spies her from across the court, Charles knows he has to have her. He can’t wait for her garnet lips to be his. (Part of the Lipstick Kisses Series )
“He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster … when you gaze long into the abyss the abyss also gazes into you” ― Friedrich Nietzsche
Happy super late Valentine’s, Cavillry! As usual, this is a very very late upload but in my defense, it does say in my bio that I am a procrastinator soooo… Anyway, I’m really excited about this miniseries because I love the movie (The Wedding Date, 2005) and I really wanted to write Walter, I hope I do him justice!
Feedback (good and bad!) means the world to me as rookie writer, so I hope you’ll like, reblog and leave me some replies!
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You could not believe you were doing this. You just couldn’t. But there you were doing it, even though your mind screeched at you to stop and save a little dignity for yourself.
The fact that you even considered doing this was already a serious loss of dignity points, so what the hell. People did this all the time, didn’t they? There wouldn’t be a whole network of people clumped into this app if it wasn’t a normal occurrence.
It just wasn’t a normal occurrence for you.
Once you filled your head with rationalisations to make yourself feel better, you took a deep breath and began browsing through what the great city of New York had to offer.
Z, 6’, loving hands, fit, athletic, good manners, for water sports, caramel complexion.
For water sports? What in the hell did that mean? And that single initial in place of an actual name? Serial killer vibes. No, thank you.
Lenny, 6’2”, pretty fit Italian, excellent dinner companion, all occasions catered.
Alright. Okay. Now we’re talking. Tall, European, excellent dinner companion equals to good conversationalist, accommodating. Lenny goes on the list of possibilities.
Terry, 6’, my soft voice will arouse you, my strong hands will pleasure you, let me show you how a woman should be treated, hourly/overnight rates.
Oh no no no. Major creep vibes from Terry. That ad alone had you reaching for another long swig of wine.
Joey, 5’8”, are you into champagne?, bodybuilder, will treat you like a queen.
“If you like piña coladas…” you sang in not even remotely the right key, topping off your drink
Josh, 5’9”, I can make you feel sexy and wanted. Fit, sensual, strong.
“Well!” you exclaimed drunkenly, almost spilling wine on your couch, “Tough beans, Josh! I don’t need a man to make me feel sexy and wanted!” you faltered a bit, your drunk mind still seeing the holes in your logic
“I just… Need a man to help me not look like a tragic spinster in front of my family and my ex…”
With that thought fresh in your mind, you reached for some more wine.
The ads went on and on as you scrolled through your phone, it was all a little overwhelming, how were you going to make sure you weren’t hiring some psychopathic serial killing pervert to pose as your date to your sister’s wedding?
The groan you let out bounced off the walls of your apartment. The reality of your situation was sinking in little by little.
Yes. You were hiring a male escort for your sister’s wedding. It was your baby sister’s wedding, by the way. You were a hundred percent aware that what you were doing was completely and utterly pathetic but you’ve already weighed the pros and cons in your head countless times.
Showing up alone: pitying looks, whispering behind your back, having to face ex by yourself, staggering levels of embarrassment.
Showing up with handsome -hired- date: mother can finally get off your back, date is more handsome than ex, ex will want to shrivel up and die, no one will know date is male escort except you and him.
Now, let’s break down some of the guests just for the sake of being thorough.
There’s your slightly overbearing mother (slightly meaning every call you have with her opens with the question: “how’s your love life, dear?” or “I have the most amazing man to set you up with!”), all of her judgy eagle-eyed friends (mostly rich widows whose sons your mom shamelessly shoves your way), your extended family (some terrifyingly old school great aunts and uncles who will definitely ask if you’re married and smile sympathetically when you say you’re not), and last but certainly not the least, Jeffrey, your ex-fiancé (best man, but apparently not the best man for you, his words not yours).
“Lordy fuck.” you exhaled hard, chugging your wine straight from the bottle
How on earth did you get here? Sitting alone in your apartment, working your way through your second bottle of wine (or third? Who was keeping count?), clicking on ads that spoke of “hot single males in your area” waiting to meet you.
Would it be fair to pin it all on the end of your engagement?
Picturing that moment, you decided that it was only fair. Those were five years of your life you would never get back, you were prepared to sign on for more but, yeah.
You were blindsided, that’s the only way to describe it. All the while, you thought that you and Jeffrey were on the same page, at the same place in life. You were the golden couple, the couple that all the other couples wished they could be, when you two walked past, girlfriends would give their boyfriends a slap on the shoulder that meant, “Why can’t we be more like them?”
It was so out of nowhere, one minute you were discussing wedding cake options over dinner, then suddenly you’re putting the ring in his palm, completely in shock.
After that, you threw yourself into your work despite the fact that you were already a budding workaholic to begin with. That’s how you ended up earning six figures a year.
Six figure salary, check. Doing pretty well in life all things considered, check.
But even with all that, there weren’t any conversations over casseroles and cobblers about your many achievements. Nope, your mother and her friends would much rather discuss their worries that you would essentially, die alone.
Your little sister, Amy, getting married before you didn’t exactly help to put a lid on all the chatter. And with Jeffrey being the best man? And you being maid of honour?
It was a disaster waiting to happen.
Maybe you could make up an excuse believable enough to get you off the hook so you wouldn’t have to go?
Were you really thinking about bailing on your little sister’s wedding? If she wasn’t taking cues from your mother, it would be the only one she ever had.
Not one of your finest moments as a sibling.
With the complications of your situation fully realised, you took to reading the ads with a little more effort. Luckily, you didn’t have to look for long.
Nick, 6’, male, tall, good looking, strong build. You will not be disappointed.
The ad was considerably less flashy than the others but you supposed that’s what drew you to it in the first place. It was understated, simple, and his ad wasn’t entirely made up of overcompensating flexing pics.
Mostly because he didn’t need them.
Call off the search, send the boys home. You had a winner here!
Staring up at you from your phone screen was the most handsome man you have ever seen in your life. Literally.
A mane of thick, artfully disheveled curly hair, eyes that were a light shade of blue that had a sort of dark intensity and intelligence that you could spend days trying to understand, and a smile. Oh, that smile was absolutely suckerpunching. It was odd though, something in your head was telling you that this man did not smile often.
You couldn’t tell if the warmth blooming in your chest and creeping towards your cheeks was from all the wine or from examining this prime specimen. Jeez Louise!
“Phew!” you fanned yourself upon stumbling on a photo of him crossing his arms in a tank top. Good God, you hoped he had a license for those guns!
You had to set your phone down for a minute to think things through although it seemed absolutely nuts that you had to think twice at all. It’s just that after the initial excitement and hormones wore off, it was becoming more and more evident that this man was too good to be true.
Just look at him! Were there actually men that looked like that? And why didn’t they live closer to you? A quick sweep of his profile placed him in Minneapolis.
What were the crime rates like there? And did they have a high rate of murders relating to escort services?
Before you could even google anything related to that, you stopped yourself. If you kept at this rate, you would never get anything done! Finally, after a methodical deliberation (aka ogling the pictures on his ad), you saved Nick’s contact number to your phone.
Aaand that’s as far as you’d go for the night. You could call him tomorrow when you weren’t a floundering drunk. It was like your mother always said, “Always be sober for a business transaction, but anything else calls for a cocktail.”
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The following morning, you sat at your little breakfast nook, eggs still piping hot and untouched, and a hangover in full effect. You’ve been staring at the phone number for so long, you could say it in your sleep.
Come on, Y/N, the wedding is five freaking days away.
What if this guy was fully booked? You didn’t want to spend five days surrounded by family with Mr. my-soft-voice-will-arouse-you, did you?
You slammed your finger down on the call icon and stuck the phone to your ear. Your heart beat faster and faster with every ring and your palms became so slick with sweat that you almost dropped your phone a couple of times.
Maybe you should have taken your mother up on the multiple occasions that she wanted to set you up with someone. Alright, on second thought, you didn’t really want to be with someone who only looked good on paper but was actually an insufferable mama’s boy.
“Hello?” a male voice answered, catching you off-guard
Oh, God. Okay, you’re really doing this.
“Yes, hi! Hi. Uh, I’m looking for Nick!” you chirped, in a startled high pitched squeak you didn’t dare recognise as your own
The silence on the other end was starting to make you sweat behind the knees. It suddenly dawned on you that you didn’t mention any specifics.
“Uh, sorry! I got this number from the, uh, the ad. I’m looking for Nick?”
“Yes! Yes, that’s right, but Nick isn’t in right now. This is his manager.”
Was that a good sign? That a male escort had a manager? Did all male escorts have managers? You clearly didn’t know enough about this stuff.
“It’s a pleasure, Mister..?”
There was another beat of silence before the person on the other line answered, you tried your hardest not to overthink about what that could have meant.
“Foley! I’m Foley, Nick’s manager.” Mr. Foley’s voice returned to your ear, sounding much too bright for your liking.
Christ, what were you, a cop? To be honest, you were exhausted. Despite all the alcohol in your system last night, you barely got any sleep. You spent the rest of the night reading through some reviews of Nick’s service as an escort.
He had a glittering five star rating.
One woman hired him to pose as her husband at a high school reunion and by the end of the night, she ended up proposing to him. He respectfully declined and even bought her dinner afterwards.
That review alone was enough to convince you that you would be in good hands. So, it was time to buckle down, swallow the nerves, and handle your business like the adult you were.
“Mr. Foley,” you shook your hair out and put on your professional voice. “I’d like to book your client for five days, give or take. I need a plus one for a wedding. Is he available to leave on the-”
“Please hold. I’ll check his schedule.”
“Oh. But I didn’t mention when I-”
“He’s available. Would you prefer to pick him up at JFK or will he meet you at your place of residence?”
“Oh. Uh, I guess I could pick him up. Do I pay for his ticket or..?” you were feeling a teensy bit of whiplash at how fast this was all going
There was some rustling on the other line and the muffled sounds of bickering. You tried not to let that concern you.
“We’ll handle that, Ms. Y/L/N. We have your number, we’ll be in touch for further details. Good bye.”
The line went dead and you were left staring at your phone in confusion. Did you tell him your name?
Walter Marshall x Reader (inspired by the 2005 film, The Wedding Date -check this movie out it is so good-)
Turns out I really enjoyed making a teaser for Wildest Dreams, so now here’s another teaser for my next fic, The Escort!
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“You could not believe you were doing this. You just couldn’t. But there you were doing it even though your mind screeched at you to stop and save a little dignity for yourself.”
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“Although it sounded like a question, Walter actually meant it as an invitation for Commissioner Harper to rethink what he just said.
“You’re going undercover, Detective Marshall.“
“I heard that part.” Walter grumbled, his brow furrowing as he crossed his arms tightly across his chest”
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“Close your eyes. Close your eyes.” he tried to get your attention but you couldn’t focus on him, you felt like the air was slowly being siphoned out of your lungs.
His hands made their way to the side of your face, gently coaxing you to look at his piercing blue gaze, “Close. Your. Eyes.”
“You’re safe. You can relax. I’m not going to kiss you. He’s going to be so sorry he lost you, so stop worrying. Forget about the past. Forget the pain. And remember…”
His thumb lightly traced the line of your jaw, pulling you even deeper into his spell. You could feel his lips just barely brushing against your own, your lips parted involuntarily in anticipation.
