#august walker drabble

[ellethespaceunicorn]

I am shooketh. Yes, please. I would like to have what she is having!!

How would August react if he finds you snooping through his things to find out more about his job/identity?

Warnings: implied punish-sex, manhandling, possessiveness, dark themes.

Pairing: August Walker  x Reader

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“What are you doing baby girl?” his baritone caressed the shell of your ear like a warm summer breeze. How did he sneak in here going unnoticed? Was he a phantom of some sort?

His towering body quickly sunk against your back, pressing your thighs against the sharp edge of the mahogany table. Stark talons slithered upon your wrists, and before you could register they were held at the small of your back in detain and his groin pressed into your ass.

“Found something you don’t like?” He asked, lightly grinding, his cock hardening, breath becoming more substantial and tinted by his unmistakable growly voice.

You tried to wriggle free but only ended slammed against the surface of the table, your cheek pressed onto some documents and blueprints of whatever device he was building.

“Answer me!” He chided.

Ironically you were wet, thighs slick with sweat and tingling with excitement. Was it because August was the man you trusted? Or was it fear that made you so wanton?

“No... I.. no August, what is this?...” you stuttered and whimpered again as his hips pushed harder into yours, his hefty erection nudging at the heat in your core.

His breath fell loud, filling the empty, silent spaces between the two of you before finally, he laughed sinisterly.

“Well, I guess you are my prisoner now, little angel, now that you know the truth I can’t just let you go.”

Throbbing with despair, dark lust quaked within you, making you whimper submissively as you felt something sharp against the edge of your jeans and heard the snap of a belt being sliced in two. Pathetica as you were, you bucked back against his hard cock, desperate for him to give you what you’ve always yearned for.  

And as the sound of his belt unbuckling clicked sharply from behind, it resonated in your mind.

You didn’t want to be free.

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Mob Drabbles

A collection of various mob AUs

Thor

Take a Seat | Take It Slow | Take Your Time

August Walker

The Vow | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Loki

A Touch of Sweetness | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Bucky Barnes

Death Wish | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

Steve Rogers

Sum of All | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12

Nick Fowler

Hush

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Vow 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, arranged marriage, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!August Walker

Summary: your father’s murder leaves you in the hands of a dangerous man.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The man is quiet. The villain. The boss. The groom. Your... husband. 

The vows were what you would find in a script. Nothing special. Just standard. Just going through the motions. And when he lifted the veil, his kiss was just as prescribed. That’s it. Your life is over and his is just beginning. 

Your hand is in his as he guides you from the hall. He takes you between the pews and out the tall doors. A shower of petals rain down on you as you come out into the sunlight. There’s a car waiting. The people around you are like actors on a screen. It’s all fake. This isn’t a happy day, this is business. 

The car door shuts on the other side of him and you’re closed in with this stranger. The stranger you’ll spend the rest of your life with. You know his name and his bad deeds, but nothing else. 

You fold your hands over the layers of the full skirt. He shifts as he pulls a fold of tulle from beneath him. You watch his large hand and tremble. 

“Sorry,” you breath and snatch the skirt so that it can’t overflow onto his lap. 

He catches your hand and you freeze. You lock up, bones aching, muscles clenched. He tugs on you. You let him draw you closer as you stare at his steely grip. He brings his other hand over to pet your knuckles. The softness of his touch makes you tingle. 

“You’re scared,” he states. It isn’t a question. He knows. “If you are loyal, you don’t need to be.” 

You nod, “yes, sir.” 

He huffs through his nose, “I am your husband.” 

You close your eyes and tempo your heartbeat, “what should I call you?” 

“You know my name.” 

“Walker.” 

“August,” he insists upon his first name. “Maybe one day, you will have something softer to call me.” 

“Maybe,” you shiver and he squeezes your hand. 

“Your father wrote his own fate, you will write yours,” he raises your hand and lays a kiss on the back of it. “It doesn’t need to be the same.” 

You stare ahead. You can’t let yourself feel or you will feel everything. The fear, the grief, and even, the anger. Once they boil over, you will be lost. 

“I understand, August.” 

Another heavy exhale. 

“You will not act so cold in front of my men.” He takes your hand and forces your fingers open. “You will touch me with kindness.” He puts your palm to his cheek and leads you to cradle his face. His stubble pokes at your delicate gloves. “You will do so without my order. You will behave as a wife, so far as they are concerned. Let your father’s defiance die with him.” 

“I will not resist,” you tell him as much as yourself. 

“Goddamnit, look at me,” he says. 

You turn to look him in the face. The anger you expect is absent. He watches you placidly. Your fingers twitch and he leans into your touch. He takes your other hand and forces you to twist toward him. He leans in and before you can think, his lips are on yours. 

It is different than at the altar. Not just a peck, more. His lips part and his tongue flicks out along yours. He hums and you open your mouth. His hand creeps up the back of your neck and he locks you against him. His tongue invades your mouth and you squeak. 

He draws away and his eyes narrow, “better.” You’re unsure if he means it was better than before or that you need to do better.  

He lets you go and sits back against the seat. He closes his eyes as he pushes his shoulders wide. His feet are planted as he lingers in unspoken thought. You look at the driver then out the window. You turn back to him. 

You touch his sleeve and shimmy closer. He hums again. The tone assures you that you aren’t unwelcome. Play your part, fulfill your vow. That is all that needs to be done.  

This is more than you, there is your mother, and others beyond that. Those that were once loyal to your father. Those you called friends and family. Those who now walk the same tightrope. Those that have already fallen. 

The car stops. A flicker of panic strikes in your chest. The door opens from outside and he pulls you out with him. You keep one hand on your skirt and the other on his arm. He marches ahead. 

You enter the large building and wait in some room. He remains silent, pensive. You’re summoned and after a time. He fixes your arm to hook through his as you stand before the large doors. 

“Head up,” he girds before you enter. 

They watch you, just as before. You can hear them this time, whispering. You don’t look anywhere but ahead of you. He nods at the more notable guests. You will not doubt be met again with those faces through the night. 

He puts you ahead of him to climb onto the platform where the bride and groom’s table stands. He follows closely. He pulls a chair out but puts his hand to your back so you cannot sit. He sidles behind you. Instead, he sits with you, lifting you into his lap. 

You quiver again. Humiliation surges through you. This is his show of victory. He boasting. No, you will not just be beside him, you are his.  

[hederasgarden]

August Walker + forbidden romance... maybe a member of the IMF... just the way they would stare at each other across a room, guns pointed at the other but both knowing they could never pull the trigger... no one understanding...

Even if you don't want to write it I just felt like you would understand the feelings I'm feeling rn 🤧

Pairing: August Walker x IMF!Reader  Word Count: 247 Warnings: Mature. Violence, major character death, and major angst. A/N: I took this request in a bit of a different direction, anon. 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.

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You stand at the edge of the cliff, the wind’s icy touch stinging your face as it whips around you.

Despite your resolve, your hand trembles around the gun, its weight somehow heavier than you expected. You knew this day would come, but now that it’s here, it doesn’t feel real.

August stares back at you, the right side of his face a mangled, bloody mess from the helicopter crash. He doesn’t seem phased, his gun aimed right back at you, but the shallow way he draws breath lets you know he’s more injured than he’s willing to let on. You have minutes before Ethan and the rest of the team will be here. You can’t let him leave, but you can’t kill him either. If he were anyone else, you wouldn’t hesitate, but something, some invisible thread, holds you back.

You love him.

He seems to realize it too and he exhales sharply, almost like he’s accepting something he doesn’t want to admit either.

"God damn it," he growls, lowering his weapon. "Go. Before I change my fucking mind."

"You know I can't do that.”

"You can't shoot me," he challenges.

“No,” you agree, your arm dropping to your side as you close your eyes, the sharp crack of a gunshot echoing in the air. A shuddery breath leaves you, tears escaping from the corner of your eye.

“But he can,” you whisper, your words lost against the howling wind, as Ethan steps up beside you.

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[cardierreh15]

*gasp* @augustsprincess gorwl how’d we miss dis?! 😭🥺 come get ya mans

🦋: “Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?” with August Walker 🙏🫠💕 (hope this gets through, stupid tumblr!)

desperate times, desperate measures

pairing: august walker x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. smut. fluff. pet names. some dom/sub vibes. spanking. dirty talk. reader calls august sir. if i’m missing something lmk.

words: 2,222

notes: ten thousand years later lol 😭 thank you for sending this prompt in!! apologies that it’s taken so long to get to it, but i hope you enjoy!

thank you in advance for reading, and as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcomed and so appreciated. 🖤

You bat your lashes, playing innocent as August fumes down at you.

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset,” you say, “you said if I had a problem that I needed to figure it out for myself and not bother you, that’s exactly what I did.”

He takes another step closer and now your back is completely to the wall. You swallow thickly as he closes in, his eyes dark as he glares at you.

“This isn’t a fucking joke, kitten,” he growls.

“With all due respect, I’m not laughing, sir.”

He scoffs at the honorific. “Now you want to recall your place.”

“I haven’t forgotten it, sir,” you shake your head with a pout. “But you told me to solve my problems on my own so, I don’t know,” you shrug, musing aloud before looking into his heady eyes, “maybe you’ve forgotten yours?”

That’s it. You’ve pushed his last button. You can see the fire as it flares in his gaze and fight your smile at finally having his attention again.

You gasp as his hand circles your throat and he shoves you harder against the wall, his nostrils flaring in his irritation.

“This your way of saying you missed me, angel?”

You don’t respond as he squeezes your throat just so.

“Because if it is, you’ve gone about it all wrong.” His tone softens as he tilts his head at you, your hand gripping his wrist as he keeps you in place, “I know you like it soft and sweet, princess, but if that’s what you wanted, you should’ve been patient and asked nicely, like a good kitten. Instead,” he smirks wryly, “you’ve gone ahead and earned yourself not one, but two punishments now.”

“Two?” you squeak out in question.

“One for talking back, and one for touching what doesn’t belong to you.”

You pout up at him but it does nothing to help your case.

“You know better, princess. You don’t bother me when I’m working-“

“But I didn-“ you try to argue before he squeezes your throat again, eliciting a whimper from you as you absentmindedly squeeze your thighs together.

“And you don’t touch yourself while I’m gone. You sure as hell don’t get yourself off while I’m away without my permission either. Now don’t get yourself into any more trouble, and tell me the truth.”

You fingers dance along his thick forearm as you wait for him to ask what you know he’s going to.

“How many times did you come without me?”

You start to open your mouth but he stops you before you can voice your answer.

“Do not lie to me,” he warns darkly.

“Twice,” you wisp out, looking down at his chest as you avoid his glare.

“Twice,” he hums. “10 for each time, that sounds fair, doesn’t it, princess?”

You slowly look up to his blazing blue eyes and with your pout still fixed on your face, you nod softly.

“Yes, sir. That sounds fair.”

He leans in, kissing your cheek before whispering in your ear, “Good girl. Now step out of your panties and get your ass on the couch.”

He lets you go and takes only a single step back from you, watching as you slip your hands under your skirt and pull your underwear down your thick, plush thighs.

He licks his lips just thinking about getting you on his face again. He knows you love the way his mustache tickles you as he eats you out and he loves the way you taste on his tongue, the weight of you on his face, those soft thighs around his head, threatening to suffocate him. It’s intoxicating and he can feel his cock growing in his pants as he imagines it.

He knows you’ve missed him and he knows he’s been too focused, too preoccupied on things that don’t mean anywhere near as much to him as you do.

And he’s gonna make it up to you. But you did break the rules, so you’re gonna make it up to him first.

-

Your ass is hot and stinging from the nineteen strikes of August’s heavy palm coming down hard on your bottom.

You’re bent over his lap as he sits on the couch and soothes his latest strike as you whimper and whine at the feeling. The mix of pain and pleasure has you wanting and on edge.

“You’ve taken your first punishment well, princess. Maybe now you deserve a little treat,” he speaks lowly, letting his fingers delve lower as he brushes against your wetness.

You moan at his touch but you know all his little tricks. You’ve learned the hard way.

“Thank you, sir,” you begin, “but I have one more spanking left to make it up to you.”

He laughs darkly at your words, amused by your catching on.

“You’re right, kitten,” he rumbles, sliding his hand back up to your bottom. “One more, and then you can have a treat.”

He rubs your hot cheek, deliberately taking his time before you feel him raise his hand.

You try hard not to stiffen too much, you know he doesn’t like that, as you wait for the sting.

It’s hard and fast as he spanks you one final time, jolting you on his lap as you cry out, your hands clawing at his thighs as the pang radiates. In nearly the same moment, his hand is once again rubbing softly at your bottom, soothing the sharp sting.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, “so good for me.”

You murmur as he kneads your ass, spreading your cheeks and urging your thighs apart too. You’re dripping with your arousal and he loves it.

He shoves you forward, and you catch yourself on the cushion before you as he moves around your backside.

You’re on your hands and knees on the couch, barely registering what just happened, as August wastes no time in getting behind you and shoving his face between your legs.

You squeak in your surprise before moan after moan tumbles out of you. August holds you by your hips as he buries himself in your wet pussy, his mustache adding that peculiarly delightful sensation to his tendings.

Your eyes are screwed shut as you make the most sinfully beautiful sounds for him. Your wetness on his tongue has his cock throbbing and as much as he wants to feel you come just like this, he can’t wait any longer to get his dick inside you.

You whine in disappointment as he parts from your cunt but then you hear the sound of his zipper as he pulls down his pants and your walls clench around nothing in your excitement.

You haven’t felt him in days and it’s been driving you crazy. You’ve needed this. You’ve needed him. So if you had to break a rule or two to break his trance on his work - especially after he’d been gone for nearly a week - you were gonna do what you had to do.

You can feel the tip of him as he lines himself up to your waiting hole. One strong hand on your hip and the other tight on his cock as he plays with you for a long, torturous moment, and then with one sharp thrust, he’s fully inside of you.

You moan at the feeling as he slides back out and then slams right back in, fucking you hard and deep. He makes sure you feel each and every inch of his thick cock as he fills your pussy.

Every thrust has you crying out as his hips slap against your still sore ass and his hand grips your hip tight. His other slides up your soft body, feeling your belly and your grab-able curves through your clothes. He squeezes your covered breast and growls as he thrusts into you harder.

You can’t help yourself as you push back on him, meeting his thrusts in perfect time as your slick walls squeeze his length.

“Feels so good, sir,” you moan. “Ahh,” you cry, “so good!”

“I know, princess,” he smirks, breathing heavy, “I feel you squeezing my cock,” he grunts, “you gonna come for me, angel? Huh?” He punctuates his question with a particularly deep thrust, pulling you back by your hips as he keeps you still against him. His movements get sharper and harder as he begins to use you the way you like in this position, like you’re just a fuck toy for him to use whenever he wants. His groans and grunts filling your ears as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter as he fucks you.

He’s so strong and his thrusts are so powerful that he knocks you off your arms as he uses you and you let your head fall to the cushion as your back arches further.

You can’t do anything but moan and gasp through the intense pleasure building and building until you feel his thick fingers on your sensitive clit. You cry out as he works you closer to your high.

“Oh, god, August, I’m - I’m fuck, I’m gonna come! Please please please let me come, sir, please,” you cry pathetically, a part of you praying to anyone who might be listening that he’s too preoccupied with fucking you to remember he still owes you one more punishment.

“Yeah?” He growls, “Gonna come on my cock, baby? Fuck,” he snarls as your walls squeeze him tighter and you moan your affirmation. “Go ahead,” he pants in your ear as he leans over you, somehow hitting your most sensitive spot even more as he gets deeper inside of you. “Come on my fat cock. Wanna feel your pussy squeeze me so tight you get every last drop of my fucking cum out. Gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he grunts. “You want that, don’t you, baby? Want my cum dripping out of you like the dirty little slut you are.”

Thank fuck.

“Want it, wanna feel you, sir. Want your cum,” you whimper, “please. come inside me, I want it so bad, sir, please.” You sound debauched and pathetic and it has August right on edge with you.

Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave as he speaks so dirty in your ear, your belly clenching, toes curling, eyes screwed shut, as you cry out and your tight pussy milks his cock. The second he felt you start to come, he didn’t bother holding himself back any longer either, his thick cum spilling against your walls as he slowed his thrusts.

You’re out of breath as you crumple beneath him and you gasp at the loss of him as he gently pulls his cock out of you. He spreads your pussy and watches as his cum spills out of you, his big hands massaging your thighs until he drags his touch up to your ass, again kneading your softness before he leans down and kisses your cheeks.

His hands go to your hips as he moves his touch and his body up your own until his chest is against your back and his lips are against cheek. He kisses you again gently as his arms wrap around your middle.

He turns you over so you’re facing him as you lay on the couch, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck and pull him closer.

“I’ve missed you,” you murmur, fighting a pout as you peer up at him.

“I know,” he responds, “I’ve missed you, too.” He leans closer and kisses you softly as your fingers play in his hair. “I didn’t mean to be gone so long, then I got caught up in work and I -,” he cuts himself off. “I’m sorry, angel.”

You smile softly and pull him close again to give him a kiss of your own.

“You gonna make it up to me?” You question playfully.

He smirks, “was what we just did not enough?”

“Not nearly,” you shake your head. “You haven’t even taken my clothes off, yet.”

August chortles at your frown, pushing himself to sit up on the couch and pulling you with him, seating you on his lap.

“You’re right,” he smirks wickedly, “I’ve got a lot I wanna do with you tonight, so why don’t we start with you giving me a little show. Remind me what I’ve been missing?”

You smile coyly and nod, slipping off his lap. Before you can turn from him though, he stops you with his hand on your wrist.

“And don’t think I’ve forgotten about your second punishment. It’s coming,” he promises, blue eyes burning into your own, the excitement there sending a new thrill through you.

“Yes, sir,” you reply demurely, slowly pulling your hand from his - the longing between you both for one another more than evident in the touch.

You’re excited for what’s to come, but most for the end of the night - the one predictable part of your reunion where you know you’ll find yourself cleaned, fed, and cozy in August’s arms as he holds you and murmurs praises, sweet nothings and confessions of his love for you until you fall asleep together.

And then, if you ask real nice, the morning will bring you August’s special blueberry pancakes, and a whole lotta loving. Soft and sweet, just the way he knows you like.

[quietvoiceheart]

pairing: august walker x reader

summary: "We do not choose each other by chance... We meet only those who already exist in our subconscious. First we draw a person in our imagination and only then we meet him in real life,"

- Sigmund Freud "Introduction to Psychoanalysis"

warnings: gentle august walker, no description of sex (only figuratively), OFC (you).

I would appreciate your feedback! Thank you for reading! ❤️

The score of the headache was astonishing in its diversity: the sound of her own heavy boots bounced off the walls and echoed in her head, playing along with the already excessive pulsation; the toxic light of the LED lamps confidently burned through her retina; Reed's snoring from the side was terrifying with its whistling sound.

Rachel was exhausted.

She had slept exactly zero hours in the last fifty-two hours. The fight in Lidingö reminded her of itself with aching thighs and a clicking sound in her jaw, which was a little frightening with the possibility of the upcoming inability to open her mouth normally. She put on sunglasses on the way to at least somehow protect herself from the light gnawing at her consciousness, causing Reed to look at her with a puzzled look.

Fuck Reed.

— Why are we late?

Deputy Captain David Fletcher unhappily pulled his already rat-like face into a semblance of displeasure. But the captain himself - Gordon Lewis, Erica Sloan's deputy, ignored his subordinate's attack.

— Hello, Rachel. How are you?

If she had been ready for revelations, she would have answered without hesitation that she had been performing "Sisyphean labor." But out of habit, she nodded silently. Gordon nodded in response, just in case giving a slight squint to show his distrust. Just like Rachel's distrust of the chair that creaked pitifully under her weight.

— Okay. Now that everyone is here, I can officially start the meeting. - Gordon stood up and threw forward several folders that slid across the table. — We have to finish the Abel case by the end of the month.

Reed, who was accompanying her, swallowed nervously. Richard Abel had been a headache for the entire intelligence agency for the past few months.

— The next target? — Rachel got straight to the point.

— Not exactly. This is another group's work. As well as all the related arrests. — Something flew out from under Gordon's gray mustache that caused a slight soreness and displeasure in Rachel.

— Then why am I here?

— I need information. I need to know where this damn Harry is, who can lead me to Abel.

The only thread leading to Richard Abel was a certain "Harry", who was marked in the folder with a red sticky note. Rachel leafed through the pages of interrogations of witnesses, who all said that he was an elusive ghost, passing through walls, appearing at night and disappearing at dawn. It was a pity that someone else would have to deal with capturing this ghost, because she, like no one else, was pacifying such restless souls.

— That's not all. You will work in a pair.

The girl again turned her attention to the captain, burning him through the lenses of sunglasses. She never worked in a pair and he knew it. But being a professional, Rachel remembered that her task was to perform duties, and not to discuss the need for this or that. At least with Gordon.

— Your partner. — Gordon pointed to the side. — August Walker.

__________________________

August didn't know what irritated him more — the sunglasses she had put on in the room or his own misunderstanding of who she was, which even her personal file couldn't brighten up. The activity of this woman, which brought only death, was expressed in her gloomy image — black trousers complemented by a black turtleneck with a black coat thrown over it. Dark hair and dark lipstick.

He nodded silently in greeting, as he did every time at the first meeting, giving the person a chance to declare himself. But Rachel didn't even deign to nod. She glanced at him from under her black lenses — and silently turned away.

And only Gordon's phrase, thrown out before the meeting, became the spark that was now burning through August's insides — "be on guard, every minute." Gordon warned few people like that.

— I can go right now and stir up this hornet's nest a little, if they give me a conference room for three hours after, — she offered.

— "We" can go, - the captain emphasized, hinting at his partner. — Want to drag someone in for questioning?

Rachel took off her glasses. The many capillary networks on her eyes created a picture of ruby eyes, which were emphasized by sunken purple circles under the lower eyelids.

— I want to sleep.

__________________________

But it didn't work out as fast as she would have liked. Her partner disappeared right after the meeting ended, although she had hoped that they wouldn't postpone the trip. She needed some damn sleep, so she immediately asked Reed with his sour expression where that son of a bitch Walker's office was.

— Let's go, — Rachel said briefly, entering without knocking.

But August didn't even move. Moreover, he didn't even raise his face to note the presence of another person in his office. Rachel was irritated by the lack of manners, which, incidentally, she herself did not have. But the need to involve a man in what was Lewis's order was beyond her patience. She approached his desk and, without the slightest remorse or embarrassment, slammed shut the folder whose contents he had just been studying. So now he had the opportunity to study her displeased face.

— Oh, my sweet boy. You probably need foreplay. But let's skip all these stages when we need to get to know each other, become best friends-partners who go to each other's houses for dinner every other Saturday. I am as happy as you are about the situation that has developed, that I need to do joint work, although I always do it alone. But I can say with certainty that Gordon put you with me only so that I could introduce you to my contacts. You need this first and foremost. So I tell you for the first and last time — I am not a nanny. Let's go.

His face did not betray a single emotion at her outburst, and Rachel measured him with the same absent gaze, feeling how her jaw clenched even more than usual. Intuition told her that she should be on guard.

Fifteen minutes later, she was already touching the cool car glass with her right temple. Her eyes closed on their own. The purr of the engine and the slight vibration of the cabin seemed so lulling that, crossing her arms over her chest, she grouped herself, intending to jump into a short sleep.

— How do you propose to proceed?

The voice of her partner made her open her eyes sharply, habitually grabbing the holster on her side. Turning her head towards him, Rachel saw a stern look and strong hands that confidently held the steering wheel. Gordon said that this man was one of those who were called in when everything was not going according to plan. Because he was one of the best. Reserved, cold. There was hope that his professionalism would allow her to get through the mission without any unnecessary hassle.

But her plans to take a nap were not destined to come true.

— It must be reminded that there can only be one "supplier" in the city.

— You hope the rats will jump ship?- August turned onto Fifth Avenue.

— The main thing is that this rat falls into our mousetrap.

She walked up the steps with great confidence, despite the poisonous name of the city's most dangerous club, the Snake. Nodding to the receptionist, she immediately got up from her chair and retreated into the very depths of this poisonous tangle of whores, acrid tobacco smoke, and small-time dealers. Rachel was irritated that their businesslike appearance was in fact empty when she began to talk to them the way she knew how.

— We need to wait, — she explained to August.

They sat down in the far corner on one side of the table on a purple leather sofa, which caused Rachel to have a slight attack of panic, leaving the opposite one to a man who had once owed her so much that he was now on a short leash. An unfamiliar man, who could have many "names" — a pusher, a messenger, a Brahmin, a maquill, a vendor — swaggered up to the table. But Rachel gave them the nickname "synthetic waiters." It was a small dealer, whose goal was to offer and hook. He pulled up a chair comfortably and, lounging on it, looked at her appraisingly.

— What can I do to please you, baby?

— My absence? — Rachel couldn't contain her disgust.

Even if she tried.

— You have a sharp tongue.

A loud exhalation through the nose was heard from the side where her partner was sitting. In Rachel's opinion, men have a tendency to admire themselves. Especially when they had the chance to become the patron of a defenseless woman. Therefore, she was ready for the fact that now a battle called "who has the biggest balls" would begin. But turning to August, she did not see a disdainful look or a smug grin in him. He was silent, not intending to become the very "protector" that Rachel never needed. At that very moment, Walker seemed damn attractive for the first time with his hard look from under his black eyelashes, which shone through with calm and determination.

— You better leave us alone, - still continuing to study her partner's face, the girl warned the "server".

— I'm doing you a favor with my presence, so...

— Listen, sunshine. — She turned to the misunderstanding that was starting to get annoying.     — You'll do me a favor when you finally decide to brush your teeth. Go back to where you crawled from.

— What did you just yelp?

[ashbrat488]

One Shots List

Sliding Into Home - Calahan Skogman AU

– McKenzie Sharpe is fresh out of college and accepts (or forced into) a job from her father, Scott Sharpe, who happens to be the manager of the Milwaukee Brewers. She grew up around sports, being the only child of a mother that died when she was young and a father that wanted a boy to live vicariously through. She comes from a prominent name in the MLB and loves baseball and all sports, but is constantly being underestimated based on her sex and her looks in the industry. Now she runs the social media for the Brewers even though she has her dreams set on something much higher that no one thinks she can do…

Calahan Skogman grew up in Wisconsin, always dreaming of playing for the Brewers and now, fresh out of college, he turned down other offers to pitch for his dream team. He is quiet and keeps mostly to himself, having his own reasons for pursuing professional baseball. When he meets McKenzie, he sees her as everyone sees her; a spoiled brat who was only around because of her father and nothing else. He hates entitled, privileged people that think they are better than everyone else and he pegs her as what he hates most right away. When they start a winning streak however, they start to find themselves spending more time together and they both realize they don’t know the other one as well as they think they do…

Hope In Love - Sebastian Stan AU

-- Esperanza "Hope" Garcia doesn't have time for a proper relationship. Every time she has made time for a man, they've disappointed her. Her last proper boyfriend was 5 years ago in Law School. He worked as an electrician and hated her long hours in the library. She came home to find him in bed with a "friend". She all but swore off men after that.

Sebastian was married for 6 years to his high school sweetheart, Violet. She was killed in a mugging gone wrong. Sebastian hasn't dated anyone since her death almost 10 years ago. He's had random hookups, but always leaves before the next morning and never goes back to a woman more than a few times. That is until he met Hope.

Sebastian and Hope met through mutual friends almost a year ago and sparks flew almost immediately. Neither of them wanted anything serious, so they both decided to remain friends with certain "benefits". Over the last few months, Sebastian has been growing feelings for Hope but never dared admit it to her as her stance is firmly set for no relationship between them or for her and any guy.

Codename: Turtledove - Cole Turner

--Cole Turner is just a farmer trying to live his simple life while also trying to find the right woman to settle down with. He’s a little eccentric and a little high strung, becoming too much for most women pretty quickly. When he meets a woman at the farmer’s market, he thinks she could be the one until he finds out she has been lying since they met including about her name.  Eleanor just wants to meet a nice guy, but being the daughter of the president makes it hard to find people to trust. When she meets the hapless farmer Cole, she thinks she might have found someone she could really love... that is until he finds out just how dangerous it can be to be the potential boyfriend of the president’s daughter and he has to decide if the trouble is worth the pain...

Torn Pages - Bucky Barnes 

Bucky Barnes has survived breaking his Winter Soldier conditioning and Thanos and even managed to keep his best friend through it all. Now he is living in Brooklyn near Steve Rogers and meets an attractive bookshop owner, Serena... Everything is perfect between them until one of their enemies takes her to lure Bucky and the Avengers to them...

Lloyd Hansen - August Walker with OFC

**What if... August Walker and Lloyd Hansen both went to Harvard together. They were rivals, constantly getting into fights, and all around hating each other. Until... Until Jackie came into the picture. She was a freshman when they were seniors and the only thing they could both agree on was her... And only when they shared time together in the bedroom... I heard Paris is nice all year long...**

Happy Birthday, Captain - Steve Rogers

Steve has been away on a mission for weeks, finally returning on his birthday with a present for his girlfriend...

Sherlock and his cane…

Purely smut with Henry Cavill as Sherlock Holmes…

Ari/Steve ... Birthday Cake

Ari and Nomad Steve are twins and their neighbor Rosie brings them a birthday cake...

Speak Now - Ransom Drysdale

Brittan and Ransom were inseparable most of their lives. Until he was forced to break up with her to marry someone else. Can she convince him to leave his wedding to be with her instead...

Better Than Revenge

Zoey is a singer and comes home for a short break from tour to hang out with her boyfriend, only to find him in bed with her best friend. So she makes it her mission to enact revenge...

Dessert

Just Jake Jensen smut, nothing else...

[ktficworld]

Don't worry August. It's banned in here.

This might be weird.... but how would August react to his girl having a TikTok acc. Not dancing page but more like acting funny and all...bet he's posessive towards her knowing she have lots of guy followers😌😌😌😌😌

Ohhh nooo, he's not gonna like it one bit.

Warnings: possessiveness, mentions of murder, it's August what do you expect? Mentions of smut and punishment

This is him when you tell him you wanna make a tiktok account:

"oh please, kitten"

He'll say it's because all the weirdos on the internet. He knows the dark web, he knows what's possible with facial recognition softwares (because fuck, he works for the government!). Or if it's later when they are hiding, he will say it's because it could give away your location.

Both of those reasons are true, but not the real reason he doesn't like her having a tiktok account. He's very possessive and protective of you. If he could, he'd want to have you all to himself. He has to share you with the people you see when you leave your apartment already. He doesn't want to share you with people on the internet. Damn, he doesn't want some internet people having a crush on you. He can't be in your videos for obvious reasons, can't show his face, his voice or his name; not even his belongings because he could be identified. He doesn't want anyone to think they had a chance with you tho. If they flirt with you in the comments August will find them and make them dissappear.

Same with people sending you hate. The internet is full of people who are just mean because they think there aren't any consequences. Ohh but when they think there are no consequences messing with August Walker's princess, then they are dead wrong. Or just dead. He doesn't want his princess to get hurt.

Oh and if you try to do it behind his back... Don't. You'll regret it. He'll make sure you'll regret it. When you're sobbing from overstimulation, but aren't allowed to cum, with his cock down your throat, gagging on him but he goes deeper and harder. Then you'll regret it. Daddy will make sure you do.

[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)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Vow 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, arranged marriage, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!August Walker

Summary: your father's murder leaves you in the hands of a dangerous man.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

"This is how we stay safe," your mother tugs the laces so your lurch. 

Your eyes widen at your reflection. The gown is tight yet too big. The bodice pinches as your mother yanks and yanks. The skirt is full and fluffy. Layers and layers of tulle.  

You can't breathe but you don't think its the boning. You touch the front of the gown, feeling the delicate embroidery, and shudder as you exhale. Strange how days before you wore black and cried, now you're in white in what many deem the happiest day if your life. 

"Hasn't he taken enough--" 

"Shh!" She whips her finger up. "He can always take more. Your father didn't think so but he can, god rest. There's always something to lose." 

"Mom," you croak. You've never seen her afraid. She's always been pompous, always unfazed, but now her eyes are like sparklers, flickering and frantic. "I'm scared." 

"Be scared but be obedient. And smile," she moves around you and frames your face, "smile. Please. He can always change his mind. Don't let him. If he does, we are lost." 

"How do you know? Daddy's gone. We can leave--" 

"The vultures are waiting," she snarls. "Don't you understand? It's only the wolf that keeps them at bay." 

"Why... why would he want me? If daddy--" 

"Hush, I won't tell you again. Do not speak of your father. Especially in front of him." She dabs your lip with her thumb as she fixes your make up, "from this day forth, he is the only man in your life. Understand?" 

You pout. That night comes back. The echoing bang the woke you, your mother's scream, and the barrels that pointed through your doorway. Quick, clean, horrifying. As if your father never was. 

"Yes." 

"You better. You know this man is cruel. Do you want to test him?" 

You shake your head and she lets you go. You back away and heave. You won't mess up the hours of work put into your hair and face. If you look in the mirror again, you will. 

You stare at your skirts as your mother pins the veil on your head. She pulls on it, arranging it around you. It drapes almost to your feet. 

A knock at the door. She goes to it. Whispers. The door stays open. Your mother calls your name. Your soles stick before you can make yourself move. 

As you get to her, your mother takes you by your wrist. You feel her warmth through the lacy gloves. She guides you behind a party of women. Some you recognise, some you don't. Their makeup is thickly caked on and their hair teased. 

"Look up," your mother snaps under her breath and lets you go. "You will not shame your family by hiding." 

You raise your head. Your head is light and bobbly. You march down the hallway behind the train of solemn women. 

You’ve never met the man who killed your father. The very same you are about to face. The one you are to marry. It’s the sort of irony that hurts. 

You’re stopped as the other women keep going. They leave you, one by one, until it is only your mother. She gives your hand a final squeeze and goes. You wait alone, uncertain. 

The music changes and you flinch. You know you have to go but you don’t want to. You don’t want to die either. And you don’t want to lose your mom. She’s all you have left. 

You can picture the house. Ransacked, bullet-riddled, crowded with strange men. You push away the memories and step forward. One foot in front of the other. Keep going. That’s what this life will be. Do what has to be done, not what you want. 

You enter the large hall. Peaked ceilings, music echoing off the walls, full pews, and a man waiting. You look ahead to the figure at the altar. Two, but the shorter one fades into the background. The priest is a blue as your eyes fixate on the man in the white suit. 

As you get closer, his features come into focus. Dark curls, a shadow of a beard and a thick line of hair over his lip. The cleft in his chin adds to the chisel of his jaw and he’s tall. Very tall and broad. His blue eyes meet yours. 

You trip as you try to step up beside him. He’s quick to catch you. His grip is iron on your arm. He helps you up and stands you across from his. Your eyes cling to him. You can’t look away. You’re terrified. He can’t look away from you either. 

You stand facing each other; you trapped him shock, him in triumph. This day is the first day of the rest of your life. The end of the empire and the birth of another. A vow to seal your fate and those of all watching. 

[witchywithwhiskey]

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[inlovewithhisblueeyes]

And that is how he and you would kill me

Cold

Prompt: Slow & Romantic, Cock Warming from @florxdexcerezo (x) Thank you so much for sending the prompt in. Sorry its taken so long.

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 600

Warnings: Smut, cock warming, p in v sex

Authors Note: I wrote this a few weeks ago, but wasn't feeling up to posting it. I'm still on semi-hiatus, going to be a couple of months more at least, but here is a thingy I did. Hope you like it. Thanks to @nashibirne for reading.

Edited by me, there will be errors

Dividers by me.

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Your eyes fly open. A heady rush of adrenaline pumps through your veins as your hand slips under the pillow on the empty side of the bed and curls around cold steel. You keep your breath slow and even as if you're still asleep and listen carefully.

But you’re too late.

A firm hand covers yours and a heavy, hard body traps you beneath it.

“Don’t scream,” he says, “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

You loosen your grip on the pistol and allow the hand to take it away. In the dark, you hear the thunk of the gun being placed on the nightstand.

“You could knock,” you point out.

“I didn’t want to wake you.”

“And yet, here we are.”

The weight on top of you shifts and you think you can just make out a small smile on his moustached face. You reach for the lamp, but he stops you.

“Leave it off,” he says.

“August, please,” you whisper. Your hands cover his whiskered cheeks briefly before he shakes you off.

“Leave it.”

He stands. You vaguely see his outline as he removes his clothes. He’s moving stiffly, slowly and breathing in soft grunts and rough exhales.

“How badly are you hurt?” you ask.

“Nothing so bad that a good night's sleep won’t heal,” he says, dismissively. Sometimes it scares you how easily and smoothly he lies to you.

“Then why are you here?” you ask with a rueful laugh. “The last thing you ever do here is sleep.”

You see his shape pause. You stare at where you assume his eyes would be, he needs to know you aren’t stupid; that you know this thing between you won’t result in a ring on your finger or a pretty white dress.

The longer he stands there unmoving, the harder it is to keep looking into the darkness. What is he thinking? You open your mouth to ask, but close it with a small shake of your head. It's not like he’d be honest anyway.

He starts to undress again. You lay back in bed. Does it really matter if he’s here to fuck you or sleep next to you? You’ll give him what he wants, you always do. You can’t help yourself.

He slips into bed, curling himself around your naked form. His hands begin a long exploration along your hip to your ribs and back again while his face is buried into your neck. You can hear him draw rough, ragged breaths, his mouth is so close to your ear, his lips graze along its edge.

Driven by a primal instinct, you arch your back, lean against him and open your legs in an invitation that needs no explanation. He doesn’t hesitate and quickly you feel the smooth, warm head of his cock sliding over your folds, gathering your wetness before sinking deep inside.

By the same instinct, you begin to roll your hips, relishing the feel of his length as your pussy glides over him. But his hand clasps your hip and holds you still, your ass and back pressed firmly against his chest.

“When I’m gone, I dream of this,” August whispers, “of being inside you.”

“Then please move.”

“No,” he growls, “I need to be inside you. All night.”

You moan and he throbs deep within you. His nose presses into your hair, his arms wrap around your chest, holding you tighter and tighter until you think he’ll crush you. 

“You’re so warm,” he whispers as he softens his hold on you. “I need you to keep me warm. I’m so fucking cold without you.”

[holylulusworld]

Between a rock and a hard place masterlist

Summary: You are in big trouble and in need of money. Two wolves are more than willing to help you. For a price…

Pairing: Mobster!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Mobster!August Walker

Warnings: angst, language, power imbalance, debts, scared reader, extortion, mafia business, I'll label this one dub-con, smut in future chapters, more to be added

A/N: A collection of drabbles.

Contains: 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 💦 smut // 🖤 light smut // 🤍 implied smut // 😈 darkish // 🐺 A/B/O

Between a rock and a hard place (1)

Between a rock and a hard place (2)

Between a rock and a hard place (3)

Between a rock and a hard place (4) 💦

Between a rock and a hard place (5)

Between a rock and a hard place (6)

Between a rock and a hard place (7) 💦

Between a rock and a hard place (8)

Between a rock and a hard place (9)

[cardierreh15]

Me reading this in public and reading this shit. “Oh wow!” 😌 this didn’t miss a single beat my friend 🥰😩 Had ole gyal seeing stars ✨

Get Back Here Now

August Walker x Reader

Synopsis: August is angry with the reader but when he expects her to listen to him she decides to be a brat.

Word count: 743

Warnings: Yelling, chasing, smut, p in v, no protection, dubious consent

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August visibly snarled at you and you stood with feet glued to the ground and an exterior so calm he didn't know what to do or how to react. He chose to press on, scolding you even further. 

"Have you any idea how fucking dangerous that was? Have you?!" Once more you stood with a neutral expression and not a single answer on your lips. 

"You'd better fucking answer me now!" He bellowed, spit flying from his mouth as he lunged towards you with teeth bared. 

Breaking your silence you giggle. The high pitched tone slices the tension of the room in half and you see something wash over August's eyes. Fury. White, sharp piercing anger. You knew you were in for it now, so why not wind him up more? 

"Uh oh…is Mr. Guss angyyy?" You pout, displaying your best puppy dog eyes. His eyes darken in the split of a second and you bolt out the room, your feet following your body as you sprint away from your lover and out towards the large garden. 

"Get. Back. Here. NOW!" You hear him roar and you make your second mistake. Looking back briefly to see how far the lion is behind you you stumble and fly forward, face first into the dirt. You scramble with haste to get up but before you can make it August has you pinned into the ground as he shreds your skirt to pieces. 

"You wanna be a brat? I'll fuck you like a brat" August spat. The arousal from the chase had already made you wet but the way he spoke to you sent shivers straight to your pussy. A deliciously dark chuckle left his lips as you lay in the grass and let your lover do as he pleased. The ring of his belt buckle sent tingles down your back and as you tried to prepare yourself it was already too late. August forced his entire length into you with one harsh thrust. And the moan he let out was that of a man who's hunger had just been sated. As if he had not eaten for weeks and had finally had a taste of sustenance. 

"Fuck, darling. Always so tight but so ready for me." He began to thrust you into the ground, his torso pushing you deeper into the grass as he gained speed. 

"This cunt is mine." He growled into your ear, fucking you with all the strength he could muster. "All. Fucking. Mine." The slapping of skin on skin echoed in your ears as his thick cock plunged deeper into you, eliciting those carnal groans you so loved to hear him make. Your walls began to clench around him and you could tell he was just as close as you were. "Fucking. Brat." He mumbles to himself, continuing to seek his own pleasure. Moving one hand from the floor he plants it on the small of your back, pushing you down as much as he could. His fingernails dig deliciously deep into your flesh and somehow that's what throws you completely over the edge. White stars appear behind your eyelids as you let your pleasure explode. It's a moment that feels an eternity longer in pleasure but as it ends you collapse and allow August to use your body as he pleases. "Oh you bad girl. Cumming without asking? You were really asking for it today. Fuck. You're lucky you feel so fucking good". Pounding into you it takes him a few more minutes but finally august comes, halting his movements and releasing a guttural moan as he shoots thick ribbons of cum inside you, painting your walls in what feels like layers and layers. 

Silence. For a few moments you hear nothing but the unsteady breaths of each other. Eventually August pulls out of you and rolls onto his back beside you, looking up to the sky. His chest is rising heavily as you both lay in the wake of your bliss. 

"Next time you should eat a Snickers, Gus. You're not you when you're hungry." You giggle, laying on your front. Thwack. 

"AAH!" You Yelp, moaning after. 

"You are such a fucking brat, Y/N." You giggle again. As angry as August was you know he means well in his own messed up way. He soothes the sting on your ass by kneading it gently with his hand and it tells you he already forgives you. He always does. 

[changenameno]

My Masterlist 📚

Hi there lovelies!!!❤️✨

here you will find all my future fan-fictions and I will add to them gradually. Though I will probably only write for Henry Cavill and his characters.

This is still very much a 18+ blog, so if you are not of age please go away. Thank you.

Taglist:

If you're interested in being on my taglist, please let me know! And if you want to be taken off (my taglist), feel free to tell me! ❤️✨

Fluff🙊- Drabble⏱️- Smut❣️- Angst🃏- One-shots🍪

Little Tease - Henry Cavill x Fem. Reader (Complete) ❣️🙊🍪

Fingerblast - Sy x Short Fem. Reader (Complete)

Part 1 , Part 2🙊❣️

Shower Head - Sy x Fem. Reader (Complete)

Part 1 ❣️, Part 2❣️🙊

Sugarplum, then? - Sy x Fem. Reader (Complete) ❣️🍪

Sausage Prequel - Sy x Fem. Reader, August Walker x Fem. Reader (Complete) 🃏❣️🙊

Sausage - Sy x Fem. Reader, August Walker x Fem. Reader (Complete)❣️🙊

My Own - Geralt x Fem. Nymph Reader (Complete)

Chapter 1 🃏, Chapter 2🃏, Chapter 3 🃏,

Chapter 4 🃏, Chapter 5 🃏 🙊, Chapter 6🙊,

Chapter 7 🙊, Chapter 8 🃏, Chapter 9 🃏🙊,

Chapter 10 ❣️🙊

Ready, set…oh? - August Walker & Fem. Reader (Complete)

Part 1 🃏🙊, Part 2🙊

Bitter Truth - August Walker & Fem. Reader (Complete) 🃏🍪

To Be, Or Not To Be - August Walker x Fem. Reader (Complete) 🃏🙊❣️🍪

Wild Ride - Walter Marshall x Fem. Reader (Complete)

Part 1🙊, Part 2 🙊❣️, Part 3 🙊❣️

The Thief - Walter Marshall x Fem. Reader (Complete)❣️🙊🍪

It’s been a long time… - Gus March-Phillips x Fem. Reader (Complete)

Part 1 🃏🙊, Part 2 🃏❣️🙊

Gym Master - Clark Kent x Curvy Fem. Reader (Complete)❣️🙊🍪

[steviebbboi]

Napoleon solo cream pie professor trope please thanks

Hello again nonnie! Hope you enjoy the second drabble for our lovely Napoleon <3 Thank you again for participating in my 200 Follower Writing Challenge it means the world! Now, on to the show 'class'!

Pairing: FakeProfessor!Napoleon Solo x Student!Reader

W/C: 1.9k

Prompt(s): Professor AU, creampie

*Napoleon is undercover! Peep the alias name 👀

*also included/TW: MINORS DNI; THIS IS 18+, p in v sex, assumed foreplay, forbidden aspect to relationship, inappropriate relationship between professor/student, reader is in her early 20's, napoleon is undercover/fake identity.

This took a different, and more romantic, turn than I thought that it would lol. Some intense/serious fluff goin' on btwn these two, and tbh, I'm kinda here for it.

One Foot Forward

A muted voice could be heard as you crept closer to Professor Walker’s office. You frowned as the voice became louder in tone, it sounded like he was scolding someone.

“Listen, Peril. It’s not long now that I’ll have what we came for. I’d appreciate a little faith if you could find that in you somewhere in that body of yours.” 

“Peril? Who could that be?” You thought with a frown. You couldn’t hear the response of the person on the other line but you figured they must be a real heap for the professor to respond in such a way.

Instantly feeling guilty, you straightened up and knocked on the door twice and called out, “Professor Walker? Are you busy?”

You heard him hastily rush a goodbye and heard a casual “come in.” Hearing the permission, you entered the room and immediately flushed at the first sight of him sitting at his desk.

Professor August Walker. He’s a real looker for a college professor. When you decided to take Linguistics 101, you definitely didn’t expect for the Professor to be such a distraction. Once news got around campus about the new hot professor who spoke different tongues of what appeals to a woman’s heart, it seemed like only female students came to take the course. 

You really tried to not embarrass yourself like the other girls were (you could hear half of them giggle and swoon in every class), but he was just so handsome. A strong chin defined his angular face, his features cunningly charming enough where a small smirk looked like his natural resting expression. The man didn’t have a fleck nor did he have a blemish on his smooth and cut jawline. A true tall, dark and handsome kinda guy. 

You never questioned his teaching methods, nor did you question his style (even if he would wink at some of the swooning girls or when he would be naturally flirty with some of them if they asked a question). Was it inappropriate? Absolutely. But instead of feeling indignant about it actually happening, you were more upset with the fact that he gave you a D- on the last quiz. 

You were just slightly bitter that his attention was on the other students. They were throwing themselves onto him, sure, but you? You never dared to cross that line, even if he went there first (whether it was a wink or a cunning smile that would make the other girls become frantic). Every flirty attempt, you flushed and brushed it off because you were trying to be a good student. 

You were majoring in linguistics to travel abroad and took him, and his class seriously – overlooked all of these immature discrepancies. So, here you were, actually trying, and he gave you a D-?! 

That’s why you decided to go to his office hours to seriously ask him what he was thinking with this grade. Looking the test over, you could see that the answers that were marked incorrectly were actually right. Unsure of his intentions surrounding the marking of his grades, you decided to find out exactly what his problem was. 

You explained your plight to the professor now as you sat across his desk. You tried to gauge the facial expressions that he was giving you, an eyebrow quirk here, a twitch of a smirk there. Confusion bloomed as a headache as you watched his reactive ‘non-reactions’.

After he lets out a lasting hum of what sounded like curiosity, you couldn’t hold back your scoff. 

Now, that, he had an actual reaction towards.

“Is there another problem, Miss…?” Professor Walker pondered with his perfectly plucked eyebrow raised again.

A pause filled the space for a brief moment as you realized that he forgot your name. You exclaimed your name at him with wide eyes filled with an outraged disbelief. You couldn’t hold back the following words, “What kind of a professor are you?! First, you marked my correct answers wrongfully. Second, you forget one of your students’ names! I understand that you may be taken aback that you have a student who finally doesn’t swoon over your every breath, but that doesn’t mean that you get to treat me this unfairly!” 

You sat back in your chair in a huff as you tried to desperately catch your breath. His silence was palpable as he just sat there with his hands crossed on the desk. As the wind in your breath came back to you, you felt yourself flush again but this time, in embarrassment and shame. 

You just yelled at your professor– you definitely were going to fail the class now. 

Your eyes gravitated towards the cracked tile on the floor as you panicked on what to say, how to apologize for your outburst. But then he said your name so softly that it made you raise your head with regret.

“You’re right. I did mark your answers incorrectly and I do notice that you don’t swoon over me like the other students in class. I have treated you unfairly, and I’m sorry.” He said, his tone casually filled with a mystery of elusiveness despite the explicitness of his words.

“But I didn’t, in fact, forget your name.” 

You squinted over at him suspiciously, any traces of shame or guilt gone from your chest. “Then, what happened just now?”

He cleared his throat as he looked down at his paper covered wooden desk before getting up from his desk chair to straighten his pristine and pressed suit. His veiny hands, that looked uncharacteristically calloused for a professor, were tucked into his trousers in a way that made him look even more charmingly intimidating. He leaned on the desk in front of you now, the proximity of his position allowed you to inhale the intoxicating scent of his cologne. 

“I attempted to cover up my ridiculous cover since I know that I’d never be able to see you again after this.” He responded derisively, almost to himself.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you tried to dissect the meaning behind his words, only coming up empty handed. Your breath stilted suddenly and the confusion melted into a shy desire as he reached out to tuck a wayward hair behind your ear.

“Tried to make it seem like I didn’t know you, to tempt me less,” he continued as he caressed your cheek. He abruptly chuckled, “but you scolding me, losing your temper, that lovely flush on that radiant complexion drives me crazy.” 

His gaze and touch titled down your neck sensually. In an unconscious daze just at his touch, your head moved with his touch to give him access to your supple and exposed skin. It was only a hint of skin showing between the strap of your dress and your cardigan, but as he stroked it, it felt so forbidden and daring. 

Before you realized, his face was leaning into yours. Any thoughts about what was happening completely escaped you as his lips touched yours. All you could think was that his lips were so soft. You whimpered into his mouth as his tongue expertly caressed yours languidly. 

Next thing you knew, he was carrying you over to the loveseat by the window and you were moaning on top of him with him already inside you. His lips were kissing and sucking along the same spots that his fingers innocently traced earlier in a manner that was far from innocent, but still so devoting. 

Napoleon Solo was a doting lover. Your pleasure was his pleasure. Usually, he’d take his time. But with you, he was more feral. Greedy. Because he knew that if he couldn’t have you, then he’d ruin you.

Your moans started to echo in the small office space as he started grinding into you as you bounced on his cock, which prompted Napoleon to brush a rough hand over your swollen lips to reluctantly muffle your sounds of pleasure. 

“Shhh, be good for me, my little secret.” He muttered into your ear with his own strained groans escaping his lips. His eyes rolled back as he allowed you to grind down on him even deeper as he relaxed his body on the back of the couch. Taking control was his usual forte, naturally. Even sometimes, a role. But with you, in this moment, he didn’t have to be. 

He would allow himself this one luxury of authenticity as everything else in his life was a well-told lie. 

“Professor, please.” You whined against his palm and licked it in wanton desperation. You clenched tighter around his girthy cock and he grunted into your neck as the sensation. 

“Fuck, gripping me so tight. You’re my good little student, aren’t you?” He moaned against your ear once more as he nipped at your earlobe seductively. The hand that wasn’t groping at your curvaceous hips stroked along your skin and in between your tightly-pressed bodies to circle your swollen clit.

“Yes, I’ll be a good student for you, Professor! Please let me cum, please!” You gasped into his mouth as he pulled you in for another forbidden kiss. He started to thrust into you wildly at hearing the eagerness in your voice, his caresses on your bundle of nerves rubbing faster.

You cried out your ecstasy as you felt that knot in your tummy unravel so deliciously. The combination of his grunts in your ear, your clit being stimulated as he drove his fat cock into your wet pussy was just too much to comprehend at once. You couldn’t believe a man as beautiful as he would even want you, would desire you. The way that you were the one to unravel him beyond what others perceived. It was the danger of getting caught that finally drove you to the edge.

Cumming around his cock that was still driving into you deep and slow, your whole body intensely shook as your orgasm seemed to last long enough for Napoleon to loudly groan out his own release against your open lips. 

The feeling of your Professor’s cock throbbing out his spend inside of you felt oddly filling, you bit your lip at the pleasure-filled sensation. Napoleon felt your pussy clench around him one more time and he captured your bottom lip into his own nip as he licked into your panting mouth. The taste of you was too intoxicating, and he wanted this moment to last. 

You left his office with a kiss filled with longing and a promise to see him at the next class. But he didn’t show up for the next class. He was out sick, the office reported. You waited anxiously, no other way to contact him. By the following week though, they replaced him with a new professor. 

You had no idea that that would be the last of your romance with the spy. Never found out the reasons behind his words or his sudden departure. You ended up graduating with your degree and traveling the world. 

The spy never forgot about you though as he fulfilled his mission. Never forgot how captivated he was by you. He glanced over his newspaper at you as you sat at the little cafe overlooking the Seine. Seeing you so confident and flitting about Paris filled him with an unconscious delight. 

The passion filled experience in his fake office shined over his mind once more as he placed one foot forward towards you.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed reading this weird-subtle angst Napoleon. I know his character in the movie is depicted to be quite mischievous and daring, but I thought it would be a cool spin to the inner conflicts that a spy would probs feel under the mask.

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