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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months ago

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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.

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hederasgarden · 3 months ago

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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 · 8 months ago

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*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.

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quietvoiceheart · 6 months ago

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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?

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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...

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ktficworld · 2 years ago

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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.

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darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor · 2 years ago

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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)

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months ago

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The Vow 1

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

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.

#august walker #dark!august walker #august walker x reader #dark august walker #mission impossible: fallout #mob au #drabble #series

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blavikennbutcher · 9 months ago

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August Walker x Reader (Drabble)

Warnings: Daddy/little vibes, noncon/dubcon, violence...its August.

There's no plot I'm sick and possessed.

It was your fathers business, then it was your brothers business. You didn’t care for the details of it, you just looked after the gardens and made sure the house was in good condition. Talked to the servants and all that. Sure, you knew it was a dodgy business. Far too often you saw people going home in body bags in the dead of night. But you chose to ignore it.

The current guest….was a man named August Walker. You caught a glimpse of him as he was dragged in through the back door, unconscious. He was gorgeous in a demented, do not touch kind of way and that intrigued you all the more. So when your brother said he’d be away on business for 2 days and you weren’t to go into the basement…well. It was obvious what you would do. One peak wouldn’t hurt, right?

At first the man is terrifying, and even speaking to him is like dipping your finger into a lake of piranha and waiting for one to snap.

But eventually you realize his binds are painfully tight around the centre column he's sat against, which means you can tease and annoy the living daylights out of this poor guy. And hey, if he's tied up in your basement it's for a good reason. Maybe a bit of fun torture would do him well. Besides, you were dreadfully bored and the staff had all gone home for the weekend.

He can’t do a thing.

The more he calls you a slut, bitch, whore or worse, the more you giggle. It infuriated August to the point he almost welcomed death.

On the first day, you sit 10 inches from him with your drawing pad and sketched him. You made small talk, showed him your drawings. He'd even admit you're a decent artist, that is until you added the kitten ears and heart stickers to his illustrated face. After a few hours your curiosity grows. You've one pink heart sticker left and you want to see how close you can get to the lion before the lion rips your hand off.

"Don't..." He warns. You giggle. "I mean it, girlie. Don't you put that thing on me." He wiggles again and you pout, frustrated. “Get the fuck off me, dumb bitch!”

“Hey! That’s not very nice! I’m giving you my heart!” You giggle. Once he calms down you try again, ignoring his persistent complaints. The more he speaks, the more his warnings turn to a plea. "Hey! No!" He shouts, snatching his head away from your index finger.

"Hold still, Mister! It won't hurt." You gently press the sticker to his left cheek with your finger and smooth it over with a gentle kiss and a loud “Mwah!”

August huffs as he stretches his face muscles to try to get it to wrinkle but the damn thing won't come off!

"All pretty! Good night, mister." You blew him a kiss as you closed the basement door and left him alone for the night.

“Stupid girl…..” He mutters. Wait… Why was he so uncomfortably hard? “Fuck.”

On the second night, you feed him some bread and cheese by hand and reluctantly he actually lets you. You were finally taming him!

August sits with you in his lap, a firm and unwavering snarl painted on his lips. You begin to play with his curls with one hand, and his chest hair with your other. All the while August is growing more and more hard under you. You're so distracted by a specific lock of his hair that you fail to notice all but a sound when the rope finally snaps behind him.

With a stupid amount of bravery you climb into his lap and start to tell him all about your day as if he was a willing listener. You feel something solid beneath your skirt but choose to ignore it. Your nonsensical ramblings about the latest episode of your favourite TV show send him into a begging frenzy yet again, but what you don't realise is that those bindings are getting more and more loose as you yammer on.

"Did you hear that?" You ask, curiosity lacing your words

"Must be the pipes. We are in the basement, girlie." He lies.

You snort at him. “I like you. You even have a cute nickname for me! I’ve never had a nickname before.”

You start to comb your hand through his hair and you're suddenly taken aback by the look he's giving you. Like the cat who got the cream. Was he...enjoying you stroking his hair? You tried not to think about it and continued but his unwavering stare and….lustful eyes? Well, you were drowning in them.

You're gently pulled closer by his left hand and in your naivety you give him a sweet smile before the penny drops.

And boy does it fucking drop.

You gasp. His fangs show in a sinister grin and you launch yourself from his lap, snatching his hand from your hip. He only has one hand loose so you take it as your opportunity to escape, slamming the door behind you to slow him down.

You sit in the cloakroom, cowering with the cobwebs and long forgotten coats of the guests who never had the chance to leave this house. Hoping and praying your brother would be home soon to save you. But the truth of it was, superheroes don't exist.

The heavy sound of the prisoners bare feet on your father's old wooden floors beat in tandem with your heart as he chases you through your home. Eventually you lose him and as quietly as humanely possible, you climb into the cloakroom and hide.

Nothing was coming to save you.

You stayed silent for what felt like hours before you were alerted to a dull creak and a loud slam as the cloakroom door was almost ripped off its hinges.

"Found ya!". You screeched as you were physically dragged from the cloakroom by your ankles.

"No need to squeal, little pig. It'll only hurt a bit." You clamber to your feet, the harsh carpet making your ascend slow enough for August to catch you first. He sticks his foot out, tripping you to the floor again, toying with you. Like you were food.

"Oh stop crying, girlie. I thought you liked to tease?" You try to stand and run again but you're thrown over his shoulder in a split second and no amount of hitting him is helping. There’s nothing else to do but to watch his feet as he carried you up the stairs, straight to your bedroom.

With one swift movement and a harsh grip of your hips he has you pinned, chest down to the bed.

"That's a good girl, stay still for Daddy." He purrs, pulling your bright pink stockings from your legs. He tosses them to the floor as he climbs onto the bed, the mattress deepening under his heavy body.

"Please! I'm sorry, I was just bored! I didn't mean to upset you-" You try your best to help yourself, but it’s like a switch just been flicked and he turns from excited, to pissed the fuck off.

"You were 'bored'?!" The man flips you to your back and yanks your body towards him, as he leans on his calves. "No, no, no. You're a slut. A dirty brat and you thought you could get away with it, didn't you? Thought I wouldn't break free and catch you. Well I know just what you need, just what you asked for."

If you could, you would laugh at the situation. Here was this gorgeous, dangerous and absolutely insane man. Kneeling at the end of your bed, hard as a rock and all the while with a heart sticker attached to his cheek. And he was so pissed!

It was the reappearance of the rope binding in his hand that brought you back to the severity of the moment. Fear turned to manic terror as you shuffled backwards.

"No...no! Please don't!" August climbs on top of your body, thick thighs trapping you to the bed as he deliberately presses his hard crotch into you.

"Ah, ah, ah, shhh." He presses his index finger to your lips. You can't stop him, he's twice the size of you at least. So you watch as he ties your hands to the headboard of the bed.

Once he's done, he leans down....covering your entire body with his own...

"I fuckin' hate a tease." He snarls into your ear, before your pretty pink skirt is ripped clean off.

You’re pulled back to the office with a sudden wave of guilt and shame. Your face felt like it could light a match and your coffee cup almost slipped from your sweaty hands.

“Are you alright, Miss? You look like you just remembered an embarrassing dream.” Mr. Walker teases, before he walks on past your desk and towards his own. Fuck. How could you have forgotten that dream until now? How could you have even dreamed something like that up, and with your boss. And that look on his face, it was as if he knew.

You shake your head and face your computer, determined to continue your work and get on with your day. Maybe you could look into therapy later or talk to your best friend about it. Surely there was a completely normal reason for dreaming about your boss being tied up in your basement and then chasing you for some depraved, frustrated sex. Right?

“Ms. Y/S/N, Mr Walker would like to see you in his office, it's urgent.” Fuck.

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #august walker x reader #august walker #twickster writes

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inlovewithhisblueeyes · 1 year ago

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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.

Masterlist

Celebration Masterlist

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.”