#august walker x fem reader

[sexydarkchocolatesposts]

Mr and Mrs Smith- Teaser

Gun aimed at the woman, his finger trembled at the clear shot. Right. The moment was now. Six years down the drain, six years of lies. Six years of utter adoration and devotion, which now, meant nothing. Taking in a breath he shifted his shoulders aimed and shot. It wasn't loud but he couldn't ignore the ringing in his ears as she dropped onto the table. He'd just killed his wife, the mother of his child and the women he'd given his heart to all those years ago. Clenching his jaw he packed away his gun desperately holding in any tears he had to be strong now. For their child. It was the least he could do after tearing a hole through their family, leaving his child without a mother. Facing his love one more time he clenched his fist and walked away.

She couldn't believe the sight in front of her. Clad in layers of prosthetics and makeup. Bonded and clothed to deform her shape. Her long nails clicked against the cold glass which threatened to shatter in her hands. He'd done it. He'd actually done it. Earpiece in ear alerting her that he was no longer watching her eye twitched at the alert. He'd just left! Shot her, his love, and left. Barking out a laugh she chugged the drink and wiped the sweat off her brow. She'd given him the benefit of the doubt, given him a chance to prove to her his love. Fake blood seeping from the uncanny recreation of her showed her his love. His love was a bullet through the head, his love was immediately walking away , emotionless, after killing his so called "world". Nodding she watched as the other agents cleared the scene leaving alone with an ice cold drink and a frozen heart. He would pay. She was done being nice. She would kill the once "loving" father of her child. Vowing to love better than he ever would and vowing to make him regret ever meeting her. She would be the one to kill agent smith

anyway. Thoughts? i kinda want to do an entire fic instead of headcanons and this seems like a start. So comment if you like reblog and all that good stuff and catch y'all on the flip side,

[holylulusworld]

Between a rock and a hard place (2)

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, degrading, groping, implied mentions of prostitution, seduction, mentions of spanking, dirty talk, biting, darkfic, both brothers are not nice guys, mafia au

Between a rock and a hard place (1)

Between a rock and a hard place masterlist

“Cute, don’t you think?” Walter dips his head to watch you twirl in the light sundress he wants you to wear. He’s been toying with you for the last few days. So far, he hasn’t touched you. Walter prefers scaring you even more to make you compliant. “August stop scowling. I’m training our girl.”

“I don’t want a cute girl,” August snaps at his brother. “What I want is a wet cunt to take dick at my club.”

You try not to listen to them. If you let your mind wander while you twirl in your brand-new dress, you can pretend you’re not here, in their hands.

“August,” Walter gets up from his chair. He grabs your wrist to stop you from twirling, “I told you that she’s mine. If you behave, I’ll share. If not, she’s only my cute pet.”

“She owes us a fucking lot of money,” August raises his voice. He grabs your other wrist, tugging hard. “Come, it’s time to pay me back.”

“Hands off,” you whimper when Walter pushes his brother away. He shoves you behind his back and clicks his tongue. “One last time, you won’t get the girl. She’s mine to play with. If you want the money back so badly,” Walter gets something out of his pocket. He throws it at his brother and sneers. “Have my new car. It’s worth what she owes you.”

“You give away your car for some pussy?” August laughs at his brother’s possessiveness over you. “Brother, you don’t even know her! What has gotten into you, Walter?”

“That’s none of your business,” Walter grunts. “I never asked about the girls you fucked. Now shut the fuck up about the money. My mouse will pay me back every buck.”

Walter turns back around to cup your face. He hums as you stare up at him with wide, fearful eyes. 

“Walter, you can’t be serious! You just bought the car,” his brother hisses behind Walter’s back. “I’m talking to you!”

“Shush, sweet mouse,” Walter leans closer to whisper in your ear. “You are going to be such a good girl for me, right? Imagine, I go down on that sweet pussy and make you cum all over my face after I spanked this pussy raw.”

Your eyes widen, but your lips part and you press your thighs together at his words. 

“What are you doing?” August watches his brother move his hand to your neck to press his thumb against your pulse point. “Do you want my big hand to spank your sweet petals? I’ll make it hurt so good, sweetness.”

Your breathing quickens.

“Yeah, you’d love my big hand between your legs. Not only to explore your flesh but to conquer and claim,” he smirks knowingly. “I bet,” he dips his head to look at his brother, “she will let me hold her legs apart with a spreader bar and watch me spank her pretty cunt until it’s swollen and puffy.”

“Christ, Walter. That girl won’t survive a single session with you. Not with your hand, nor your cock! Give her to me. My customers are middle-aged losers wanting to get their dick wet.”

“Who tries to go easy on her now?” Walter smirks darkly. “I want her to become my perfect little cockslut. She will be mine, and writhe on my cock soon enough. I only need to prepare her for getting thoroughly destroyed.”

“She’s pressing her legs together,” August watches your reaction like a hawk. “I bet her cunt will be soaked after you spanked her.”

“Hmmm…” Walter nuzzles you. He scratches the sensitive skin on your neck with his thick beard, causing a shudder to run through you. “Do you want me to feel if you are already wet, mouse?”

“Nghh…” you fail to find your voice. Walter is a dangerous and cruel man. But also, intoxicating, and seductive. “I-please let me go home.”

“Home?” August laughs behind you. “Your home is gone. Everything you own, we snatched it before burning down that shitty house you called your home.”

“What?” You whimper. “The bank…no! I…I need to pay them. Please…”

“Shhh…” Walter sinks his teeth into your neck, forcing a scream to tear from your throat. Your hands instinctively grasp for his shoulders, confused if you want to push him off you or bring him closer. “You’ll have all you need here, with me. For now, you need to learn your place is in my lap.”

August crosses his arms over his chest. He must watch his brother bring you on his lap. Walter forced you to rest your head against his shoulder and started to pat your head and back. 

You broke down and started to cry the moment the brothers started to fight over your value. It was all too much. Losing your husband, your home, and your freedom within not even a week broke you.

“Brother, a word,” August tries to not lose his composure. It’s impossible to convince his brother to choose any other woman over you. “Walter!”

“Not so loud,” Walter shushes his brother. “She’s slowly calming down. You scared the shit out of her when you got your gun out.”

“Walter, with all due respect, you lost your damn mind. She’s just some pussy you want to fuck. Get it over with. Put her on the desk, stuff her cunt, and then, she can work at the club.”

“My answer stays the same,” Walter snarls in his brother’s direction. “She’s mine but I’m willing to share with you. Only you.”

“What if I’m not interested in her cunt?”

Walter runs his hand over your head, and down to your shoulders. He’s gently massaging your scalp, making you moan. You hate to admit it, but you relax in his arms.

“Do you think I care?” He grunts and angrily glares at August. “I was willing to share with you. If you are not interested in my sweet mouse, fine. More for me.”

You surrender to exhaustion and tiredness. Falling asleep in his lap, to let sleep bring you away from them for a moment, or a few hours.

“Walter, we need to talk about your behavior,” August tries once again. His brother brought you to his bedroom and covered you with his blanket, much to his brother's chagrin. “You act like you care about that pussy!”

“Brother,” Walter laughs. “I thought you got that I played with her. You are the bad cop, and I’m the good cop. Anytime you are bad to my sweet mouse, she seeks shelter in my arms. I told you that I want to train her to become my perfect little cockslut.”

August furrows his brows. He’s not sure if he can trust his brother with you. “You sure?” He questions. “We don’t have time to waste on some woman. If you only want to fuck her, keep her. I’ll take the car. If not…”

“She’s shy and sweet,” Walter grins like the devil. “I want to break her down to nothing and make her mine. After I’m done with her,” he shrugs. “I’m willing to hand her over to you and your club.”

The brothers stared at each other for a moment, and neither of them said another word. 

August still doesn’t know if he can believe his brother’s words. He can’t deny that having his way with you makes his cock swell. 

“If you lie to me, you’ll regret it, Walter.”

“Why would I do such a thing, brother?”

Part 3

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[cardierreh15]

Post Human

hey y'all, this one has been sitting in my drafts/docs for a while now and ive edited and changed and had it beta'd read 85 fucking times lol so I hope it lives up to some of yalls standards and enjoy it.

***I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Sexual Situations , Gore , Blood , Clickers & Stalker .

Pairings: August Walker x Roslyn(Black!Female Oc)

Special Guests: Ellie (Sister/Best Friend) , Joel (Father Figure)

Description: It's quite the special day for our beloved Roslyn so August gots something planned for her.

Word Count: 5.8K

Song (in order): Snooze By SZA

III

October 21st

Roslyn was standing in line at the mess hall. For once, she was able to just stand there without a yawn or a stretch. It was then that someone came up behind her and tapped her on her shoulder. 

She whipped her head around to look at the individual. It was Ellie, with this goofy grin on her lips and a cupcake in her calloused hands. Then, it dawned on her. 

‘Happy Birthday loser!’ 

Roslyn chuckled and rolled her eyes as she reached out and gave her sister a hug. 

‘How many years have we known each other? You do this every year.’ 

She looked around to see if anyone had spotted them. And sure as the sunset in the west, the attention was on her.

‘Awww shit and you fight me on this every year. Just take the damn cupcake.’ Ellie practically shoved it in her hands.

Ros gave her an unapproved glare before chuckling, ‘You’re hard headed. That doesn’t seem to improve with each year but instead declines!’ She rolled her eyes and turned around in line, ‘Is this what you were up to this morning? Or were you sniffing under Dina’s skirt again?’

Ellie rolled her eyes and gave her shoulder a gentle nudge. ‘Yes, actually! Dina is just a friend. You’re jealous that she's taking up all our bonding time?’ she teased.

‘No. I don’t care.’

‘Oh, I know you don’t,’ Ellie leaned in and whispered. ‘You’ve been too busy mumbling about your own friend in your sleep.’

Roslyn’s eyes grew and she snapped her head over at Ellie. 

‘What? Don't be so surprised Ron, I've told you before you talk in your sleep!'  

She gave her a snarky smirk with a raised brow.

‘You’re such an ass,’ Roslyn chuckled and shook her head as the girls finally made it up to the counter to collect their breakfast.

Afterwards, they began to make their journey to their designated spot in the corner of the cafeteria. As soon as they sat down, Ellie didn’t hold back on the questions. 

‘So! What happened after patrol?!’ she teased as she sprinkled some salt over her eggs.

‘Well, if you must know, nothing happened! We talked and went our separate ways.' She took a sip of her coffee and began to unwrap her breakfast burrito. 

‘Really? That’s it?!’

‘That’s it,’ Roslyn repeated.

‘Hmmm. Well what do you think about him?'

Roslyn pressed her lips together and rolled her eyes, 'Ellie, I barely know him. He and his brother just got here a few weeks ago!'

Ellie broke off a piece of her burrito and placed it on her tongue, 'Well you know enough to be dreamin' about 'em.'

'Jesus Christ would you stop?!' Roslyn gritted through her teeth as she balled up a napkin and threw it at her face.

Ellie laughed and held her hands up in defense and ducked her head.

She wasn't going to let that shit go. Ever

Suddenly, the girls could hear familiar laughter across the cafeteria. Roslyn looked over to see August and Tommy walking through the double doors. 

‘Aw shit. Speaking of the devil.’ 

Roslyn glanced over at Ellie who wore a smug look on her face. 

‘You’re so annoying.’

Meanwhile, her heart was palpitating in her chest.

‘I know.’ 

The men looked over at the girls. August's glare was a bit longer and more intense than Tommy’s as he jerked his head up in a greeting. 

Roslyn fought the grin that was threatening to curl on her lips. She had to hurry and look away before he caught it. She quickly looked down at her burrito to try to hide that smirk on her face.

‘Uh-oh! There it is!’ Ellie chuckled as she reached over and landed a few smacks on her arm. ‘You look so cute when you’re in love!’ she mocked.

Her head snapped up at her sister and threw the balled up napkin at her face. 

‘You talkin’ casanova?’

Ellie laughed and raised her hands in surrender, ‘Nope! Look Roslyn, it’s okay to have a crush on someone. Hell, you used to be infatuated with what’s his name!’ she snapped her fingers together as she thought.

‘You mean Chad?’ A snarl curled up on her lips before she took her first bite into her burrito.

‘Yeah! And now look at ya! Moved on to bigger… and better things! That bigger was just literal.’ 

Roslyn chuckled for a second before their names were called. 

‘Ros! Ellie!’ Tommy called out towards them.

‘Tommy!’ Ellie called out before Roslyn turned to look over her shoulder. 

Both of the men were walking towards them.

‘Sup Tommy!’ Roslyn smiled softly before she stood up to hug her uncle. 

‘Happy Birthday, kiddo!’ he said as he embraced her in a tight hug and kissed her head. 

‘Thanks,’ she grinned and looked over at August who stood next to Tommy. ‘Hey.’

‘Hey,’ he said with a small smile.

‘Aye, y’all mind if we joined y’all for breakfast this mornin’?’

A lump grew in Roslyn’s throat. ‘Hmm?’ was all she could hum out.

‘Of course!’ Ellie grinned cunningly. 

Roslyn snapped her head over at Ellie, ‘Th-they can?’ her eyes were pleading for her to give this shit up. 

‘Of course they can! It’s just breakfast, Roslyn,' she teased. 

Roslyn glared at Ellie with great loathe. 

A smile cracked up on her lips and she spoke through her teeth, ‘Sure… y’all can sit with us!’ 

***

Their morning consisted of hearty laughter and storytelling. 

Roslyn didn’t know why she was so adamant at first. But it felt good to share a good laugh with the people she loved. Even August. 

The four of them walked outside together, all in fits of giggles. Tommy then looked down at Roslyn. 

‘Come by the house later on! Me and Maria got sumn waitin’ on ya. Ellie, be safe on patrol today!’ he said, turning away.

‘I’ll be there!’ Roslyn smiled.

‘You got it, Tommy!’ Ellie added and then turned to look at Roslyn. ‘I gotta go. I’ll be back in a few hours.’

She balled up her fist for Roslyn to pound it.

‘Be safe. Love ya.’ She gave Ellie a pound on her fist and they leaned in to give one another a kiss on the cheek. 

‘See ya later, August!’ and with that, she headed off to the stables.

The pair stood there in silence for a moment before August decided to initiate the conversation, ‘I didn’t know your birthday was today. Sorry, I didn’t bring a gift for you.’

Roslyn looked ahead and smiled softly, ‘yeah. I really don’t like to celebrate it. It’s just another day for me.’

‘Well you should! There's like a one in a million chance of you being here so…’

‘Technically the statistic is one in 400 million…’

‘Yeah but as you can tell, humans are a limited edition nowadays,’ he chuckled. 

She giggled and nodded, ‘You’re right about that.’

‘Anyway though, you should celebrate it like it’s your last. Tomorrow is never promised y’know?’

Roslyn rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips, ‘I’m starting to believe you and Ellie knew each other in a past life or something.’ 

They both shared a small chuckle before she spoke up again, ‘I’ll try to take that advice. No promises though.’ 

She turned away to walk but he instantly followed. 

‘At least you’d try. So, um… you have any plans today?’

‘Nope.’

‘Oh. Do they throw parties?’

‘Mmmm,’ she looked up in thought. ‘Sometimes. They do that for you guys back in Washington?’

August pressed his lips together as he shoved his hands in his pockets, ‘sometimes. More like a small gathering kind of thing.’ He smirked as he looked over at her. 

‘Oh. Cool,’ she gave him a friendly yet small grin this time before she walked up the steps to the library. 

Suddenly, a beeping captured August’s attention. He looked down at his watch. 9:30am. 

‘Damn,’ he cursed and looked up at Roslyn. ‘Hey, I gotta—‘ he threw his thumb back, ‘head back. Gotta go give Mikey his medicine.’ 

Roslyn turned around and gave him an understanding nod, ‘of course! No worries, go take care of your brother!’

August licked his lips, ‘Will I see you later?’ 

‘Why wouldn’t you?’ she asked, her head fallin’ to the side as a smile quirked up on her lips. 

A chuckle rumbled in August’s chest. ‘That’s what I like to hear.’ 

He shot her a wink and took a few steps back before spinning swiftly on his toes and walking back in the same direction they’d just come from. 

With heated cheeks, Roslyn just watched him for a moment before letting out a deep, shaky breath and walked into the library. 

***

Her day was as mundane and regular as she let it be. She did her best to keep herself busy. A few people wished her a happy birthday and thanked her for always being the best version of herself. But nothing out of the ordinary. 

Except that was far-fetched of course. It was 7:43pm now and she was walking up the few steps of Maria’s cabin. She knocked on the door. They barely gave it a second before the door swung open. 

‘Hey! Come in!’ Maria said with a cheeky grin curled up on her face. 

She found that rather odd. Maria was a gorgeous woman but smiling was a rare thing for her simply because she had been through a lot. 

‘Okay,’ Roslyn uttered as she walked through the threshold. 

She began to unbutton her coat but Maria raised her hand, ‘aht! Don’t take that off, we’re going to the pub afterwards. I just wanna give you something.’ 

Then Maria disappeared upstairs.

Letting out a deep breath through her nose, she bit the inside of her cheek and zipped her coat right back up, shoveing her hands in the pockets as she stared at the pictures of Maria and Tommy on the wall.

Sometimes, it seems like Maria and Tommy just dealt with one another. It looked like it wasn’t really love but, in those photos… They looked head over heels. 

Roslyn snapped her head over at Maria who came trotting down the steps with a small box wrapped in old newspaper in her hand. 

‘What’s this?’ Roslyn asked with her eyes narrowed. 

‘It’s a gift from Tommy. I just happened to give you my gift way too early,’ Maria giggled. 

Roslyn rolled her eyes and shook the box next to her ear. She heard a small jingle on the inside. 

‘What is it?’ 

‘Check it out,' Maria reassured as she walked over to the coat rack and threw on her own jacket. 

‘Hmm,’ Roslyn hummed and tore the old newspaper off. Just a plain black box.

‘Alright,’ she sighed, before popping open the lid of the box. 

On the inside of the box was a solid gold rope necklace. 

‘What?!’ Roslyn laughed as she snatched the gold out of the box. ‘Holy shit!’ she continued to laugh hysterically. 

‘A gold necklace?!’

Maria cackled as she zipped up her coat, ‘Yeah. Tommy told me a while ago about you wanting one. So, he and Joel damn near flipped the mall in the east upside down until they found you one. Almost got them killed but, I’m sure they’d do it again.’ 

Well, she definitely couldn’t give it back; especially now that she knew the bullshit that came with them getting it in the first place.

‘It’s beautiful. Could you put it on for me?’ 

‘Of course.’ 

The smile plastered on Roslyn’s face hadn’t faltered. 

She scooped up her long braids and held them up as Maria wrapped the chain around her neck and clipped it together.

‘There,’ Maria said as Roslyn turned around to face her. ‘It compliments you so well, Ros.’ 

‘For real?!’ 

‘Would I lie to you?’ she grinned. 

‘Valid,' Roslyn laughed.

‘C’mon, let’s go have a drink.’ 

***

On their short journey to the pub, Roslyn noticed the lack of people walking around outside. She looked down at her watch. It was only 8:06. So why the hell were the streets damn near empty? Something was fishy. 

Once they made it to the pub, the lights were off there too. Roslyn raised a brow in thought, ‘The pub? Closed this early?’ 

‘Yeah, Seth probably closed up early tonight. But, she pulled out a large ring of keys and jingled them. ‘They don’t call me the key holder for no reason!’ 

‘Whoa— we aren’t breaking in the pub are we?’ 

Maria laughed as she stuck the key in the door and twisted it, ‘Is it really breaking in if I have the key?’ 

She then pushed the door open and jerked her head forward. 

Letting out a breath, she nodded in agreement, ‘Yeah. That’s true.’ And with that, she walked in the dark space. 

Maria walked in behind her and flickered on the lights and everyone jumped out shouting, 

‘SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ROSLYN!’ 

Roslyn jumped as her mouth fell. It was safe to say that she was definitely surprised. Streamers hung from the ceiling with a Happy Birthday banner hanging against the back wall. 

She wanted to be so angry about this considering her thinking about birthdays only brought humans a year closer to death. But everyone she loved and adored was here with goofy triangular hats sitting on their heads. For once, everything felt alright with the world. 

She began to laugh hysterically and looked back at Maria, ‘Whose fucking idea was this?!’ 

Maria gave her a playful shrug as she strapped a pink party hat to her own head. 

‘It was mine!’ Roslyn looked back as August just emerged from the crowd and walked up to her. 

He would. 

‘Happy Birthday, Ros.’ 

I can’t lose. When I’m with you. How could I snooze and miss the moment, you’re just too important. Nobody do body like you do. 

She just looked up into his eyes, her heart raced inside her chest. She was so amazed with him, lost for words! 

‘Thank you,’ she grinned up at him. 

‘Alright, alright. Break this up!’ Joel called out, walking up and putting his arms between them and breaking them apart. 

The both of them laughed in slight embarrassment before Joel embraced his girl in his arms. 

‘Happy Birthday baby girl,’ he placed a kiss against her ear, ‘I’m proud of you.’ 

‘Thanks Joel,' she sniffed as she held on to him tightly, trying her best not to ugly cry. 

When the hug was broken, she carefully wiped the corner of her eyes as she laughed. 

‘Awww don’t cry, Roslyn,' Ellie smiled as she walked up to hug her.

‘Shut up! I’m not crying,’ Roslyn cackled. 

Ellie quickly embraced her in a tight hug. 

‘I love you, sis,’ Ellie said softly in her ear as they rocked in sync. ‘I’ve lost so much… so many. And I’m so glad… My journey has brought me to you, Ros. I love you forever.’ 

Roslyn squeezed Ellie tighter as she clamped her eyes shut, hiding her face in Ellie’s shoulder so no one would see the tear that finally fought its way out. 

This was all a very intimate and beautiful moment with Roslyn and her family. As a child she longed for something like this. And now, her biggest fear was losing them. They were her reason for existing. 

Once Roslyn pulled away, she dried her eyes and let out a deep shaky breath,

‘Okay! Enough of this shit! Let’s get this party started!’ 

The pub cheered happily and the music began to play. Roslyn turned to look up at August who had just put a party horn between his teeth. He paused before giving it a strong blow. Roslyn tried to keep her composure but she just laughed and playfully landed a soft punch on his chest. 

‘You’re. Such. An ass! You know I don’t do this kind of stuff!’ 

‘I don’t actually!’ he leaned in with his hands behind his back. 

‘You do! I told you I don’t like celebrating my birthday!’ 

‘You used to not like it. Since I’m gone be stickin’ around… you might get one of these every year. Now, here!’ He reached behind him and picked up a yellow party hat and carefully put it on her head. 

‘Enjoy your party, princess! It’s your day!’ 

I can’t lose. When I’m with you. How could I snooze and miss the moment, you’re just too important. Nobody do body like you do, you do. 

***

The party was now in full swing. It was almost like something out of a movie. People were dancing, drinking, laughing. It was almost like Mother Earth wasn’t choking them to death. 

Roslyn walked over to the bar where August was sitting and staring at her. 

‘You’ve spent the whole night staring at me.’

August chuckled, ‘Is that a bad thing?’ 

‘Nah. Just a little creepy,’ she said, reaching down to grab the elastic band beneath his chin, and snapped it.

‘Ow!’ he laughed as he covered his chin. ‘What was that for?!’ he stood up, towering over her.

‘No reason. So, you're gonna stop being a weirdo and come dance with me?’

‘Hmmm,’ August thought for a minute. ‘Actually, I got a better idea,’ he reached up and took off the party hat. ‘How about we ditch the party.’ 

Roslyn raised a brow, ‘Ditch the party? That you threw for me?’ She poked herself in her chest with her index finger. 

‘Yeah!’ He sounded so positive. 

‘And do what?’

‘That’s for me to know. C’mon! We’ll be back before it’s over.’ He then took her hat off of her head and stacked their hats together before he grabbed her hand. He grabbed their coats and they left the pub in a hurry.  

First they stopped by his house. She waited outside on his porch before he came back out. 

‘That was quick!’ 

‘Yeah. Mikey is up and moving around so he’s taking his own meds now.’

‘Oh well that’s good to hear! Wait, why didn’t he come to the party tonight?’ 

‘I tried to get him to come but he was complaining about the weather.’ 

Well, she could understand that. The only good thing about the cold was it stunted the movement in the herds. At least that’s what everyone thought. 

‘I get that. Anyway,’ she sighed out, ‘Where we goin’?’

August gave her a sinister smirk and leaned in, ‘just wait.’ 

He walked past her and towards the back of the compound. 

Her eyes grew in shock once she’d realized what he was doing. The cold air burned at her chest as she jogged up behind him. 

‘August! August!’ She ran in front of him and placed her hands on his wrists, ‘What the hell are you doing?!’ 

‘We… are sneaking out.’ 

‘And why the fuck would you wanna do that?! Do you not realize how deep in shit you’d— WE would be in if anyone found out?!’ 

August gave her a gentle smile and his head fell to the side. ‘Just come with me. I promise… if we do get in trouble… I’ll take all the blame,’ he lended out his hand. 

‘Good… because this is your idea!’ she stared up at him and then slapped her hand into his. ‘And don’t count on me to bail your ass out. I’ll just tell them you kidnapped me.’

August smiled as the pair walked over to the fence. He then peeled the fence back and let her crawl through, then he followed. 

‘This better be worth it,’ she said glaring at him. 

‘It will! Promise. C’mon,’ and he began to jog ahead. 

‘Ugh! August, wait!’ she called out in a whisper before she went after him. 

But just like her warm breath in the cool air, he disappeared in a flash. 

‘August?!’ she called out for him. 

But nothing! Just the sound of the wind rustling the dead twigs and branches on the trees. Roslyn shivered as she reached in her back pocket, pulled out her beanie and tugged it over her head. 

‘That’s better,’ she hummed softly. ‘Now to see where this fool has gone.’ 

Roslyn clicked on her mini flashlight that was velcro to her coat and searched for any clues to lead her where he was hiding. 

‘August!’ she walked forward until she came across a pair of fresh prints. 

‘Gotcha. Sneaky little shit. August I’m going to kick your ass for leaving me out here by myself! Actually, I think I may tell Joel! He won’t like that too much,’ Roslyn chuckled softly before the quietness around her began to settle in once more. 

It was eerie and the feeling of being left alone made her heart sink. She heard a twig snap nearby. She looked behind her to see where the noise had come from. 

‘August?’ She said softly. ‘August stop playin’! This shit isn’t funny!’ 

The silence rang in the air. Now she was scared. Suddenly, she was hit upside her head with a snowball. 

‘OW!’ She wiped her face, taking off her beanie to shake out the snow and her braids. 

August came from behind a tree cackling like a menacing child as he walked over to her.

‘That’s not funny! You’re such a dick!’ She gave him a playful shove as she did her best not to laugh too.

‘Awww, come on. It was a little funny. Plus, I noticed how scared you were… did you really think I’d leave you out here like this?’ 

Roslyn sighed, softly tugging back on her beanie. 

The answer was delayed and really, she knew that she was safe with August. But she didn’t just trust anybody. This life was all about surviving and throwing anybody in the way of the freight train just to keep yourself alive. 

‘I don’t know. Would you?’

August’s head fell to the side gently as a small smirk grew on his lips, ‘you never have to worry about me leavin’ you, Ros. I got you.’

Her face grew warm as a smile curled up on her full lips, ‘that’s good to know, August. So,” she let out a gentle breath, ‘Where we goin’?’ 

‘Oh yeah! Come on, it’s not far,’ he jerked his head over and swiftly turned around to walk away. 

‘Mmhmm,’ Roslyn hummed playfully as she squatted down and scooped some snow in her hands and patted it into a round ball. 

Then, she allowed him to walk ahead before she threw it and hit him in the middle of his back. August stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder. 

Roslyn stood there with a sinister grin curled on her lips.

August turned around to face her head on, ‘you really wanna do this with me right now? You’re not gonna win this.’ 

Roslyn laughed out and shook her head, ‘right now is as good as any. Look, it’s cold and I’m already ready to get back to the compound. So if I win… we’re going back home. If you win… we can keep going and we’ll both take the blame for our absence at the party tomorrow.’ 

He folded his arms across his chest and thought for a moment, ‘alright. Cool… first person to 10, wins.’ 

‘You’re on!’ she said as she walked up to him and they pounded fists. 

Once she made it back to her side, August launched a snowball and hit her in the shoulder. Roslyn swiftly turned around with a surprise and was hit in the face with another. 

‘Oh–!’ August called out as he covered his mouth and began to laugh.

‘YOU CHEATER!’ Roslyn growled out before snatching up some snow in her palms and running behind a tree. There, she began to form a ball that was stable enough to throw. 

August ran behind a tree and began to form a few balls of snow and stack them, ‘NOT A CHEATER! JUST AN OPPORTUNIST!’ 

‘A CHEATER!’ Roslyn laughed as she peeked around the tree to find him. Once she knew she wasn’t going to get him at this angle, she carefully moved forward to another tree. But not without him throwing another snowball. Thankfully, he missed. 

‘YOU'RE LUCKY! THAT WOULD’VE BEEN 3!’ 

‘IT WOULD’VE BEEN YOUR FIRST ONE PUMPKIN EATER!’ Roslyn called out.

August laughed out as he scooped up his artillery and moved in position to flank her. Stepping from behind her cover, she started to throw the balls at the last place she’d seen him. But little did she know, he was standing right behind her. 

Roslyn began to craft up more balls in a hurry, a goofy and giddy grin burning at her cold cheeks. 

Taking gentle steps, August moved like a thief in the night! He peaked over gently to see the amount of balls she’d created. Too bad she won’t be able to use them. 

He pressed his lips together before letting out a sharp whistle. 

Roslyn stopped her project once she realized she was bested. Closing her eyes, she lifted her hands, ‘OK! You got me!’ 

She laughed.

‘Stand up.’ August commands. 

She stood up slowly and let out a shuddered breath. 

‘Turn around.’ 

Roslyn slowly turned around and kept her hands up with this smug expression on her face. Her eyes caught a glimpse at the 5 balls that sat in his arm.

‘Hmph.’ August smirked, proudly.

‘Shit.’ 

‘Yup!’ 

‘It’s like that?’

‘Just like that.’ 

She shook her head before she looked behind him and a sunken look cursed her face. 

‘August….’ she whispered as she pointed behind him. 

He didn’t even think, the look on her face frightened him and he immediately looked behind him and dropped his snowballs to the ground. But nothing was there. 

‘Wha— there’s nothing—‘ 

When he looked back ahead, she had already darted towards him. She wrapped her arms around his waist with her head resting on his abdomen. 

‘Ugh!’ He grunted as their bodies collided and he fell backwards.

Straddling his lap in a fast manner, she placed her hands on his chest as she breathed heavily. The both of them began to laugh playfully. 

‘Do you surrender?’ she asked.

‘I’m sorry but this wasn’t part of the rules.’

‘It doesn’t matter! You let your guard down.’ 

August laughed and shook his head before he lifted his knee up and rolled them over in a quick movement. Then, he snatched up her wrists and pinned them above her head. 

Roslyn squeaked in surprise at his sudden movement. 

August huffed heavily as he fought the brisk air that burned at his throat and chest, ‘I never let my guard down.’ 

She let out a shuddered breath as she looked up into his cobalt blue eyes. Taking in the icy-ness of them but finding warmth in that blotch of hazel in his eye. 

In the drop top riding round with you, I feel like Scarface. Like the white bitch with the bob, you’d be my main one. 

The air between them grew thick with tension. August’s tongue darted out to lick his lips. He forced his eyes away from hers to look down at her soft plump lips. Suddenly, his urges and thoughts clouded his brain. Causing him to rush in and place a tender kiss on lips; his grip loosening on her wrists.

Roslyn felt relieved that he crossed that line. Carefully pulling her hand away, she placed her gloved hand on his jaw as she savored the taste of his lips. 

August then gently broke the kiss, pulling back to look down at her. 

‘You’re so warm,’ his gaze never left her face, yet his eyes were hooded with such want and desire. 

‘So are you…’ she whispered as her brown eyes flickered to his lips. 

A devious smirk curled up on his lips, ‘I know of an interesting way of warming up… if you wanna.’ 

Roslyn raised a brow, instantly catching the idea. It had been awhile since she had some. And they were alone, this would’ve been the perfect opportunity but, good things don’t last forever… not in this life. 

‘I’m down if you’re down,’ she said in a sultry tone as she relaxed her thighs so he could lay comfortably there. 

‘Well now is as good as—‘

Then, a twig snapped behind them. August paused for a second, placing his index finger against his lips. Carefully and silently, August pulled himself up and helped her up to her feet. 

He then pulled out his gun and gave it to her, whispering, ‘take this. Just in case.’ 

‘Wha— what about you?’ She whispered back in worry. 

‘I have a spare. Just—‘

And an unsettling cracking and clicking filled the air followed by pained grunting and snarling.

‘Infected. What the hell are they doing this close to Jackson?’ Roslyn asked, perplexed.

‘I don’t know. But we have to get rid of them. You with me?’

‘Do you have to ask?’ she smirked. 

‘That’s my girl. Now… silence.’ 

She gave him a nod for him to lead the way, and she followed him in a stack. 

***

The walk was probably 15 minutes when they stumbled across an encampment. It was vacant. Sort of. It consisted of sleeping bags, a few trinkets and emptied cans of food. They’d even created a fire with stone and wood that was now frostbitten. The intruders were gone for sometime now.

August let out a gentle breath as he stepped over a dead log. Roslyn took a step forward but August threw up his fist for her to stop. She let out a shuddered breath as she kept her gun up just in case. Once he’d finished securing the area, he pressed his lips together as he walked back to the campsite. 

‘Come look at this,’ he sheaths his gun back in the holster and squat down before the sleeping bag.

Roslyn walked around the log and walked into the encampment. She’d taken note of the WLF gear that were engraved in their belongings. 

‘They were here…’ 

‘Yeah,’ he uttered and took a deep breath. This was really fucking bad.

Roslyn let out a deep breath and looked down at him. ‘They’re after you…’ 

August let out a shuddered breath, ‘yeah.’

She closed her eyes as reality began to set in. ‘I knew it. I fucking knew it,’ she said through gritted teeth. 

August quickly stood up and looked back at her, ‘is there something wrong?’ His tone was slightly annoyed. 

‘Yeah! As a matter of fact, there is!’ She placed her hands on her hips, ‘now the well-being of Jackson is at risk all because you decided to come here!’ 

‘Look, I didn’t know they’d follow us OK!? You think I’d purposely bring them here?! To hurt you?'

‘Listen, I don’t know what your motive is! But right now, you are the bad guy!’ 

That stung August in the chest. 

‘You think that lowly of me?! Roslyn, you know me!’

‘Ha!’ Roslyn cackled. ‘You think because you threw me a surprise birthday party you think I should know you better?!’ 

A loud screech filled the air, causing them to look ahead. They waited for a second before the grunting became guttural screaming. 

‘They’ve heard us.’

‘Fuck!’ Roslyn cursed as she pulled out her gun. 

Two runners emerged from the darkness of the trees and stumbling behind them were two clickers. 

‘CLICKER!!’ August shouted as he shot at the runners. 

Roslyn began to shoot at their heads. Pieces of cordycep growth ricochet off of them before she put them down. Letting out a breath in relief, she looked up to see August fighting with the last living infected. 

She aimed the gun at the runner’s head but then August shouted,‘ROS! BEHIND YOU!’ 

Looking back, Roslyn was instantly tackled by a stalker. 

‘Ugh!’ She whimpered out as she fought to keep the infected mouth away from her. She held her arm at its throat as her other hand reached out to search for the gun that flew out of her grasp.

‘ROSLYN!’ August shouted out in fear as he managed to grab his ka-bar and stab the runner in the head. 

The stalker began to chomp down as it stretched its neck to try to get a bite. It was getting harder to hold it back by the second. Suddenly, a gunshot rang in the air and the stalker fell into her chest, dead as a door knob. Her ears rang with an eerie vengeance.

‘Ros! ROSLYN’ August shouted as he rushed over to her. 

With blood and brain fragments on her face, she quickly pushed the dead infected off of her, rolled over and emptied the contents in her stomach. Her hands gripped the snow as she dry heaved. 

August quickly rushed over and grabbed her by her shoulders to look at her, ‘Roslyn! Look at me!’ He grabbed her face so she could look up at him. 

Her heaving had stopped but turned into deep breaths. Her eyes focused on his as they began to calm her down. 

‘Shhh… it’s ok. I've got you remember?!’ 

Roslyn gave him a hesitant nod before she felt a stinging pain in her shoulder, ‘ah!’ 

‘You’re hurt,’ August said as his eyes landed on the ripped piece of cloth. 

‘Let’s get this off of you yeah?’ He then unzipped her coat and dropped it to the ground. 

When he looked back up, he’d immediately saw the torn fabric of her sweater on her shoulder. His heart shattered at the grim sight. 

‘Ros…’

Roslyn looked down to find the searing pain. She’d been bitten. 

‘Ah! Oooh… ooh my god!’ She shuddered out, trembling in pain.

This would mean she'd have to tell her deepest darkest secret. The secret that could get everyone around her killed. 

‘Ros, Ros, Roslyn— it’s alright! Look!’ He said as his breathing began to hitch. 

‘It’s not that bad!’ He began to laugh hysterically, ‘it’s … it’s going to be alright… please. Tell me everything is going to be alright!’ his vision began to blur at the bloodied sight. 

‘August…’ she let out a shuddered breath as she caressed his jaw, ‘I have something to tell you. But you have to promise me not to tell anyone. Only Ellie, Joel and Tommy know of this.’

August’s face softened as he looked down at her. 

He carefully took her small hand in his and squeezed it, ‘I promise… what is it?’ 

Roslyn bit into her bottom lip before hissing at the throbbing pain. 

She placed her hand over her shoulder, ‘I’m immune.’

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The Flowers of Waverley Road: Everything in this World - August X Orchid Masterlist

Being the oldest sister of the Romano family had it’s responsibilities.  The worst part, you thought, was being forced to marry August Walker.  He was a fierce and cunning man that your father trusted.  You were what he offered to him as payment to join the family.  You did not expect to fall in love, or realize that August was much more kind and nothing like your father.  August has never been loyal to your father.  He is loyal to you.

*This story is part of a larger Universe*

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A/N:  this is a mafia AU, and will feature themes of violence, arranged marriage, running away, neediness, D/s dynamics, lies, schemes, and conspiracy.  Please read ALL warnings before proceeding.  And as always minors DNI.

[eloquentlytired]

18+ mdni

— doing your job.

pairing: CEO!august walker x secretary!fem reader

word count: 2k

warnings: mutual pleasure/masturbation — fingering — squirting — tongue suckling — dom/sub undertones — august walker tries to play it tough but he can't help himself around you.

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“mister walker we shouldn't—” you try to reason with him but he's just pushing his chest harder against yours. suddenly his large office feels too small. “do your fucking job. quietly.” this isn't your job. it's not your job to be having your hand around his cock, stroking it to its full hardness. it's not your job to bite your lip and keep silent as he's moving one of his hands around you until he's sliding your panties to the side and exposing your pretty cunt. it's not your job to bury your face in his suit and cry upon the intrusion of those two thick fingers stretching your pussy out, reaching so deep it has your knees buckling. “doesn’t look like you want that work break to me. focus.” he growls under his breath, referring to your sloppy hand movement, but to your defense you're not a good multitasker. there's only so much you can do with your boss’ fingers hungrily thrusting into your wet pussy. the sounds are plain lewd and his cock twitches in your hand as you stroke it steadily this time. you don't dare move your head from where it's safely perched underneath his chin, hiding anywhere that's possible between his throat and chest area. it's a little too intimate for august but he doesn't care when he has you like this, pushing your ass back to his fingers. he splits you open, he always does, and you tug at his cock the way he likes it. he growls and uses his free hand to slap your ass hard, letting it jiggle. you whimper and he does it again. and again. and again.

your skin definitely feels tender and it's enough for now. august can't prove his ownership of you, can't have you walk around the office with evidence of what you're doing. but he can at least do this to carve his way into your memory.

you stroke his cock faster as august pumps his fingers inside that soppy cunt of yours and you grunt in unison when he starts thrusting into your fist. his jaw and teeth are clenched and it's a clear sign that he's close — you are too. your head lulls back a little and he sees you. he sees the way your eyes struggle to stay open or how you're drooling a little with your tongue peaking between your lips. he sees your eyes glazed over with lust and he's unaware that he's the same but you see him; you can tell he wants you.

“say it.” he commands you because it is so obvious that something is at the tip of your lips. you feel your face growing warm, it's embarrassing that he can see right through you. “can you kiss me? please?” you're quick to add that little plea because before anything you have to be good. august doesn't seem to contemplate it for long as he leans forward to claim your lips, his moustache touching you first before his mouth does. when he feels your pussy gripping his fingers like a vice, he understands that this is what sets you off. kissing him. the switch to his pride is on and he sets the pace for his fingers. he thrusts fast and hard making your skin jiggle with how brutally he's pounding your pussy. your eyes roll to the back of your head and you do your best to keep your fist moving around his cock as he backs his hips against your hand, nearing his orgasm. he licks into your mouth and wraps his lips around your tongue, suckling it, as you're but a helpless body in his arms.

your orgasm hits you hard and he helps you ride through it by curling his fingers into that one spot. before you know you're squirting on him, and oh you make such a mess, but he doesn't care enough to scold you at that moment. especially as your hand strokes his cock just right, tugs it hard, and your teeth latch onto his bottom lip. he grunts loudly as his cock spurts all over your hand, staining some of your clothing too. august takes care of the mess instantly because he has backup clothes for him and for you; this isn't the first time. and it won't be the last either. he beckons you over before you leave and you comply, standing before him. august gives you a plain paper with a date and address. “you’ll have your break at the same time as mine.” august walker likes to be alone when he's on vacation. everyone knows this just like they know how much he hates sharing intimate space. “you’ll spend the weekend there.” he explains as you try to make sense of the foreign address. “my house. be there by morning.” you don't argue, you just nod and mumble a yes mister walker before you're out the door. august can feel your lip gloss all over his lips, probably on his moustache too. he doesn't wipe it off yet.

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moodboard by the wonderful @chennqingg <3

Masterlist

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader feat. Teddy & Marlo Dixon

August, 2010. The Wildfire virus rages over America and the whole world, causing the apocalypse to swallow most of the population. The earth belongs to the dead now as it seemed - but not all hope is lost. Especially not for you and your little family...

General Warnings: usual TWD stuff, age gap, pre-apocalypse!Daryl? drugs, alcohol, smoking, violence, blood, walkers, guns & weapons, death, angst, fluff, pregnancy stuff & thangs, babies, dad!Daryl, smut?

There's an 8 years age gap between Y/N and Daryl! Y/N is 26 and Daryl 34 years old at the outbreak.

Last Updated: October 10th, 2024

Pre-Apocalypse Era

🏹 One Last Chance

🏹 Time To Get A Grip (18+)

🏹 World's End

The Prison Era

🏹 It's Okay To Be Scared

The Whisperer Era

🏹 Wonders

🏹 Home

🏹 The Early Bird...

The Commonwealth Era

🏹 Taking Risks

🏹 The Vest Stays On (18+)

Post Commonwealth Era

🏹 Bad Decisions

Alternative Endings/What if...?

🏹 New Old World

a/n: I am loving this AU so very much. I can't wait to write and explore this further - hopefully with y'all together! 🤍

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Georgia Peach

Characters: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader | Farm Era

A/N: this is for @ghostboneswrites2 summer challenge!! my first time ever participating in a challenge, and i had so much fun! i obviously chose the peachy prompt hehe. daryl writers! you should join this here! deadline is august 31st :)

Warnings: slightly suggestive, reader has a southern accent, suggestively eating a peach?, mentions of walkers, mentions of death by walkers.

Word Count: 760

(peach divider from @strangergraphics )

The Georgia sun was known to create a wet heat that sticks to your skin if you go outside for more than a second. Your mama always said that the sun is fond of the softest skin. The amount of times you’ve gotten sunburnt growing up proved your mother’s words to be true.

A lot has changed since last summer. The part you miss the most was your mama rubbing aloe on your sunburnt cheeks. She wasn’t around anymore. None of your family was. You blame the biters for that.

You had to run from your farmhouse when it got taken over by the freaks. Luckily, your friend Maggie and her father, Hershel took you in on their farm. You had to work to earn your keep, but it was the amount of chores you were used to at your old home.

Another thing that has changed since last summer is the amount of people you live with. A new group had come looking for refuge on the farm a couple of days ago, and the front yard was scattered with tents of strangers.

Strangers were conflicting to you. Your daddy had the idea that you could never be too cautious around strangers, but your mother always treated strangers with kindness and warmth. Well, you always have been your mother’s daughter.

The first morning with the group, you had woken up at sunrise to go pick fresh peaches for everyone. You knew that they had spent some time on the road and had probably gone without the taste of a fresh Georgia peach for some time. Seeing the smiles on their faces after they bit into the ripe fruit made a sense of pride swell up in your chest. You made it a habit to bring them peaches every morning.

There was one man who had yet to take one of your peaches. Daryl, you heard someone call him. He seemed to be on the same schedule as you; running off into the woods every morning while you were out picking peaches. He always comes back home around dusk and goes straight to his tent, (which was further from the rest) skipping on socializing with the group.

You asked a woman named Carol about him. She told you that no matter what the group says about him, she knows that he’s a good man since he spends every day looking for her daughter. When you asked what the group says about him, she just shook her head and said “all kinds of nasty things.”

You took that as a hint to be weary around the mysterious man… but that didn’t mean he didn’t need one of your peaches.

This morning, you had decided to wake up before Daryl in order to catch him before his search. Hearing the song that the birds were singing, you started humming as you filled your basket with the juicy fruit. You saw Daryl in the distance, coming out of his tent with his crossbow slung over his shoulder, so you made your way over to him.

He eyed you as you approached him and stopped about five feet away from him.

“You’ve been missin’ out on my peaches.” You say to him with a smile.

He didn’t say anything as he took in the lacy dress and hair bows that you were wearing.

“Well?” You held the basket up. “Do ya want one?”

He stayed put as he gestured to your appearance. “Ya always go out here in that? Ain’t exactly practical.”

You bring the basket back down to your side and smirk while looking at his exposed arms that were starting to sweat in the morning heat. “Don’t exactly need practical when I’ve got big, strong men around here.”

He looks at the ground and brings his thumb up to his teeth to chew on the skin there.

“Look,” you start, “I’m just doin’ my part around here and making sure y’all have somethin’ sweet.”

He meets your eyes again and drops his thumb from his mouth. Daryl walks up to you, only stopping when you’re face to face. “Well ain’t you just a peach.”

He grabs a peach from your basket and bites into it in front of you. Some of the orange colored juices start to drip down his chin, but he wipes them with his fingers and sucks them clean.

As he walks away, you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding in. Daryl Dixon was going to become a problem that you just can’t resist.

[ktficworld]

This series 8s amazing. Go read it if you are particularly fond of soft! August.

on a lie ; august wallker x fem!reader

status —completed series

summary — in which their love is built on a lie. but maybe there’s more to it than what it seems.

part one: hoax

warnings — swear words, angst? betrayal word count  — 3,360 words

part two: i’ll drive

warnings — SMUT, unprotected penetrative sex, soft!august, confused!august word count  — 5,933 words

part three: afterglow

warnings —  angst? fluff? swear words word count  — 3,916 words

[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

Henry Cavill Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Henry Cavill works, arranged by character and type of work.

One-Shots

Forever And A Day - Explicit - Geralt x Black!OFC - Geralt and Lavinia share a passionate reunion.

Events

You're Mine | Geralt of Rivia + Female Reader + Daddy Kink + “Can you feel how much I want you?” + Darkfic (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

Series

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Requests

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Reader - You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Challenges

Fifteen Minutes - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC - What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

Headcanons

Hobbies

Events

A Little Fresh Air | Walter Marshall + Female Reader + Public Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe - Explicit - Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader - Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse - Explicit - Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader - A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Don’t Kill My Vibe - Explicit - Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader - You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Requests

Happy Birthday, Cupcake - General - Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader - Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Praise You - General - Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader - Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

One-Shots

What Are You Doing, StepBro? - Explicit - Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader - You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Requests

Doing Something Unholy - Explicit - Charles Brandon x Reader - This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Series

Scrapbook (finished) - Side characters include Walter Marshall, Evan Marshall, Syverson, and Gus March-Phillipps

One-Shots

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut] {DARKER FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Series

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

One-Shots

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl - Explicit - Napoleon Solo x Reader - Napoleon wines and dines.

Series

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

One-Shots

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut] {DARKER FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Treat Me Like A Slut - Explicit - August Walker x Reader - August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Requests

Executive Temptation - Explicit - CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader - You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

One-Shots

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind - Explicit - Sherlock Holmes x Reader - As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Requests

The Paganini Problem - Mature - Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader - Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Series

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Challenges

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - Mature - Syverson x Reader - When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Requests

Shape-Up - Explicit - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Drabbles

My Little Strawberry - Mature - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach. 

Events

Say It Again | Captain Syverson + Female Reader + Phone Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Nothing More Than An Animal - Explicit - Henry!Wolverine (Cavillrine) x Female!Reader - After entering a dangerous biker bar alone, you’re almost assaulted. You are saved by a mutant with metal claws who might be more animal than man.

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Gus March-Phillips (The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

Henry!Wolvie AKA The Cavillrine (Deadpool & Wolverine)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

FULL MASTERLIST IS HERE.

[changenameno]

Sausage

(Complete)

Summary: You’re trying to tell your son something about not wolfing down his food, when your husband Sy interrupts, with the ‘worst’ possible comment.

Though, the real fun begins when August arrives, later that night…

 

Pairing: Syverson x Fem. Reader, August Walker x Fem. Reader

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, sexual innuendo, banter and teasing, pet names, cursing, threesome, husband Sy and best friend with benefits August, praising, ropes & blindfold, traffic light system, rough sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), talk of punishments

Word count: 2.7K

 

A/N: I saw this short video and just thought the “content” would fit Sy. And then I accidentally included August. Well and as soon as he arrives the ‘action’ starts for real…All mistakes are my own. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! Thank you and enjoy.❤️✨

 

!Neither the content of the video nor Syverson and August Walker are mine!

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(In case you want to have more backstory and smut, here is the link to the PREQUEL)

Dinnertime never meant peace and quiet in your house. Actually quite the opposite, with a five year old there were only certain times of quiet. Either if it was nap time, night time or if Anthony was doing something he really shouldn’t.

 

 

Of course he could be an absolute angel as well, but in some regards he came after his father. Especially in the “up-to-no-good-department”. Both of your men had that special mischievous sparkle in their blue eyes. Though you obviously loved them very much, and even if they were up to no good you couldn’t stay mad at them for long.

 

 

Right now you three were sitting out on the porch at the table. Sy had insisted on having a barbecue, because August would come by later tonight. Your husband had just given your son a sausage, and before you could sit down, Tony had stuffed the entire thing into his mouth.

 

 

“No Anthony, no take that out. You can’t stuff an entire sausage in your mouth!”

 

 

Your son only proceeded to giggle and apparently then Sy decided to join in on the fun.

 

 

“No, but you can.”

 

 

You stared at your laughing husband, still in denial that you had heard him right. But after a second of opened-mouth-gaping, you started giggling as well, his belly laugh too contagious not to join in.

Head shaking, you grinned at him, when you had calmed down enough to speak again.

 

 

“As I was saying, don’t wolf down your food please. I know your friend is coming soon to pick you up for the sleepover, but still.”

 

“Otay.” Sy ruffled through Tony’s curls, sitting down next to him.

 

 

He still wore his shit eating grin, as he began eating.

 

An hour later the doorbell rang and your son could barely contain his excitement, bouncing up and down when Sy opened the door to his best friend and father.

 

“Alright, alright buddy, calm down. And before ya leave, say bye to mommy, yeah?”

 

Tony took off in a sprint, as Sy waited by the door, talking to Tim’s father for a moment. You had been in the kitchen, when he nearly ran into you, quickly hugging your thighs. You had barely placed a kiss atop of his unruly hair, when Tony already bounded back to the door.

 

So you shouted after him, “Be good! And have fun!”

 

Sy had difficulty putting the little rucksack, filled with his sleepover necessities, like his stuffy, on his back as he was still bouncing up and down.

“Oi, Captain giddy, will ya hold still for a sec.”

 

 

Once he had finally put the rucksack on him, he planted a kiss on his chubby cheeks, hugging him goodbye. He watched them get into the car and drive away, until a warm hand caressed his back. He turned around, seeing you stand behind him. Smiling down at you, he slowly closed the door, then pulled you against him.

 

 

“It’s weird that he’s gone till mornin’, ain’t it?”

 

You wrapped your arms around his muscled midsection, humming in agreement.

 

 

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 August arrived at eight o’clock sharp. When your men turned the corner, walking into the living room they still chuckled.

 

“Should have seen her face, I tell ya.”

 

 

Immediately you knew what they had been talking about.

 

“Arrgh Sy! Way to greet our guest.”

 

“Sorry love.” But both of them still laughed as you approached to greet August properly.

 

You boxed Sy’s biceps playfully as you hugged your best friend.

 

 

“Oh shut up, you.”

 

 

August smirked, hugging you back as he commented cheekily, “Heard all we need to do that, is a sausage.”

 

 

You smacked his broad chest, chiding, “Argh, you both are truly terrible.”

 

 

Sy had snuck behind you, caging you in-between his and August’s chest, “That’s the plan though, right bun?” And with that he squeezed your ass with his big paws, chuckling right into your ear.

 

 

Excitement began spreading through your body, already way too excited, you panted, “Riiight.”

 

 

August’s hand gently took your chin, tilting your head up, electric blue eyes meeting yours. He licked over his lips, longingly gazing down at yours. Sy’s hands at your hips guided you up and against August’s lips.

The kiss was full of trust and sensually slow, as you had done this many times before. Completely in sync with both men, bottom grinding back into Sy’s growing bulge, your hands pulled at August’s curls. Both of them grunting lustfully, as the carnal desire to have you, rose inside them.

 

 

When you pulled back, August’s thumb stroked your cheek, whispering, “Now that was some greeting. You greet everyone like this, darling?”

 

 

You huffed, leaning back into the furnace behind you, to better be able to glare at August,” Maybe I should have Sy greet you next time, hmm?”

 

 

He laughed darkly, “You little brat. I think you need reminding of who’s in charge.”

 

 

The hands on your hips squeezed lightly, “Think Walker is onto somthin’.”

 

 

You swallowed thickly, anticipation running through your body, like an electric current. Heat steadily built between your thighs, as you thought about the implications, behind their words. Nodding slowly.

 

 

“Good girl. Go upstairs and wait on the bed, in our favourite position.”

 

Sy added, “If there’s still something coverin’ your darling body, we’ll have to punish ya, alright? Now, up ya go.”

 

 

As fun as their punishments could be, you really wanted to be good for them today, so the second they let you escape, you ran upstairs, already disrobing as you went.

 

 

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 As you reached the bedroom, you’d already shed most of your clothing, swiftly getting rid of your panties and bra as well.

 

You got into their favourite position, lying down on the mattress spread-eagle, letting out a breath to calm your chittering nerves. Fortunately you didn’t have to wait long before both of them showed up, peering into the room. Two pairs of bright blue eyes landed on your spread out body, taking in every inch of your exposed skin.

 

 

Sy grinned, briefly reaching down to readjust himself, “Always a sight for sore eyes, bun.”

 

 

You shivered when August approached the bed, sitting down, while your husband went to the wardrobe to retrieve your ‘special box’.

 

August placed his warm hand on your naked thigh, gently stroking up and down, enjoying the way his touch raised Goosebumps, “Darling, we’ve got something special planned for tonight, seeing as it’s our anniversary of sorts.”

 

You nodded slowly, not sure where this was headed exactly. Sy joined you on the bed, on your other side, having pulled out a few things from the box. The most surprising one, a black blindfold. He handed August two ropes that would secure your hands to the headboard, but not before they went over the rules once more.

 

 

Your husband began to explain huskily, “As Walker said, we wanna make tonight special. This,” he held up the blindfold, “will be coverin’ your lovely eyes.”

 

August continued, tone more serious than usual, “Meaning, you can’t touch or see. But we need to know that you’re alright at all times, so darling, if anything’s too much tell us. You won’t be punished if you want to stop, alright?”

 

 

“Yeah, alright.”

 

 

“We thought to use the usual system. Which is? Remind us darling.”

 

 

You smiled, adoring them so much for always making sure you were safe and on board with everything, “Traffic light system.”

 

 

“That’s our girl. So are ya okay with that, bunny?”

 

The minute your enthusiastic ‘yes’ left your lips, August started binding your wrist, knotting the ends of the ropes to the headboard.

 

“Too tight?”

 

“No, it’s perfect.”

 

Sy looked down at you, lifting up the blindfold and proceeding to cover your eyes. The last thing you saw, his blown out pupils, showing clearly he was just as excited as you. A hand lifted your head, so he could tie the fabric behind your head.

 

Blackness swirled before your eyes, it didn’t matter if you opened them or not, the same blackness greeted you either way. You let out a deep, long breath, trying calm your erratically beating heart.

 

 

“Bun, what’s your colour?”

 

Without hesitating you answered, “Green.”

 

“Good.”

 

 

Trying to gauge what they were doing, you strained your ears to at least hear where they were. The mattress dipped, then there was some rustling. Only when you heard the metallic click of a belt, did you know what they were doing. Suddenly you realized you wouldn’t get to see them naked, making you whimper desperately. The utter helplessness of your situation slowly sank in, making your thighs slick with how much your pussy was dripping.

 

 

You nearly shrieked, when a rough thumb teased over your erect nipple, back bowing into the delicious touch.

 

“Fuck, baby you’re real sensitive.” You only mewled in response as the hand kept tugging at your nipple, sending electric jolts through your whole body. Then a second hand, you assumed both from Sy, began to tease your other breast as well.

 

 

You felt another hand, gliding down your left thigh, until it reached your ankle, spreading your legs apart, to fit his broad body between your soft thighs. The first hot breath against your pulsing cunt, made you cry out and again when the light stubble on August’s face tickled your skin. Every touch from them felt intensified tenfold, as you couldn’t see their next move, completely at their mercy.

 

 

When August began lapping at your pussy in earnest, happily humming as he swiped his tongue through your wet folds and Sy took one of your nipples in his hot mouth, your thighs began to tremble instantly. Your arms tugging at the restraints, a burning sensation on your wrist as the ropes scratched over your skin there. It was too much, and not enough at the same time.

Just then August growled, sucking your engorged clit, teeth scraping over it lightly, making you tumble right into your first orgasm of the evening. You panted loudly, when he decided to add a long finger into the mix, burying his index to his knuckle in your cunt.

 

 

“Atta girl. Comin’ even before a cock ‘s spreadin’ your little pussy apart.”

 

 

Your whole body still shook, when a second finger joined the first, beginning to spread your tight walls, so you’d be able to take one of their massive cocks inside.

 

 

Mewling and fighting against the ropes did nothing to deter the onslaught of pleasure they ignited.

 

 

August muffled voice, nearly tipped you over again, “This sweet pussy is heaven, darling. So wet and just for us.”

 

 

You could hear Sy’s groan, now further away as he wasn’t sucking on your breasts anymore. The mattress dipped again and suddenly a rough hand took your other ankle, spreading you even further.

 

 

“Enough talkin’, need to be inside and now.”

 

August laughed lightly before crawling up, straddling your chest, thick thighs caging you in, on either side of your torso.

 

Whimpering when something a lot bigger than fingers, slid through your velvety folds. Your husband growled, “Bun, colour?”

 

 

“G-green.”

 

 

August adjusted his position above you, until you felt his hot cock, nudge against your thoroughly bitten lips, as you had tried to stifle all your loud moans, though in vain. “Love, I’m gonna unknot your right hand, so you can tap my thigh, if it’s too much, yeah?”

 

Right when you wanted to answer, Sy began pressing his fat cockhead into your tight channel, making your reply come out more of a moan, “Y-Yeah!”

 

 

August timed his trust forward perfectly, just when your lips opened again in a pant, he shoved his cock half way inside. Your husband kept pressing into you, “Fuck, yeah, let me in bunny.”

 

 

Your mewls were muffled by the big intrusion inside your mouth that was August’s throbbing cock. You hadn’t even noticed that he had freed your hand, only when he squeezed it, did you realize. Squeezing right back as you tried to relax your jaw to let him sink in further.

 

 

Sy shifted his hips and with a hard trust forward, he finally slipped in completely, your gummy walls making room for his monstrous cock. Both men grunted loudly as you moaned, the vibrations of the sound teasing August.

 

 

“Just like that, moan for us darling.” August’s voice sounded desperate and was more of a husky breath than anything.

 

 

An unbelievably heat bloomed inside your chest at the praise, their rough, blissful groans turning you to mush beneath them.

 

It wasn’t long before they started trusting in tandem. August’s other hand jerking your head forward, until your nose was pressed against his pubic hair. You could taste his precum, salty and tangy on your tongue, while you tried breathing through your nose.

 

 

When he pulled back, to let you breathe properly for a second, Sy buried himself to the hilt, hitting your sweet spot so violently, you shrieked in pleasure.

Though your noises were silenced again as August rigorously fucked your throat. Sy’s hands held you in place, your waist in his steel grip. Your best friends jerking movements against your face made the blindfold suddenly slip down a little bit.

 

 

Revealing the most erotic picture you had ever seen, he was above you, head thrown back, grunting repeatedly as he made you choked on his cock. When his blue eyes opened, gazing at your face hungrily, August groaned, “You make me so fucking hard, gonna come down your throat!”

 

 

And with that his cock began twitching, shoving himself inside completely as he began spurting in your throat with a roar. His cum filling you, though you couldn’t swallow it all, as it began to overflow, dripping over your swollen lips and down your chin. All the while Sy had picked up his pace, grunting like an angry boar when your cunt tightened around him.

 

 

As August pulled out of your mouth, kneeling down beside your head, he gave you the opportunity to glance at your raging husband between your legs. And the sight of your brutish man, combined with the hard jabs against your sweet spot, made you fall over the edge a second time. Your whole body spasmed, the rhythmic clenching of your cunt taking Sy right with you into a mind-blowing orgasm

 

 

“Fu-uck what a good girl, comin’ on my cock like that!”

 

He pressed inside as far as he could and then let go completely, planting his hot seed as deeply as possible. Your walls milked him until it was near overwhelming and he had to pull out. You mewled softly as you immediately felt terribly empty.

 

 

August’s hands nimbly freed your other hand as well, kissing the inside of your wrist lovingly. “You good, darling?”

 

 

Exhausted but satiated you nodded, “Never better.”

 

You pulled the blindfold off completely, sitting up, handing it to Sy while grinning devilishly, “Next time, one of you has to wear it.”

 

 

August’s hand pawed at your nape, pulling you in, for a long and slow kiss.

 

 

Once you had separated, Sy was standing next to the bed with a washcloth, cleaning you tenderly.

 

 

Afterwards you lay down again with the two big, burly men curled around you, making you not only feel loved but also so very safe. Just before you drifted off, Sy commented on your previous statement, “Ya know, I think our darlin’ bunny still hasn’t learned.”

 

August’s amused reply, rumbled against your neck, where he had buried his face, “I think you’re right. Maybe a punishment is needed, so our darling can learn how to behave properly.”

 

 

You laughed lightly eyes already falling shut, too relaxed to care about an impending punishment right now.

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[holylulusworld]

Walkered masterlist

Summary: You’re getting on is nerves. Right?

Pairing: August Walker x fem!Reader

Warnings: grumpy August, sub/dom relationship, dominant August, protective/possessive August, spanking, pet names, restraints, smut, aftercare

A/N: This is a sub/dom drabble collection with Dom!August Walker.

Walkered (1): Frustration

Walkered (2): Revelation

Walkered (3): Liberation

Walkered (4): Salvation

Walkered (5): TBA

[littlemisscantloveyouback]

August Walker spanking reader for following him on a mission?

And/Or

Henry!Holmes caning reader after acting like a brat in public?

YES YES YES

Stay put.

⚠️: spanking, anger kink [idk], fem!reader x August walker, august yelling at reader, 2nd person pov.

He told you not to go on the mission, but you couldn't help yourself when he found out he was so mad he yelled at you in front of the whole team when you got back to headquarters. You just couldn't take it anymore. You raised your hand and slapped him across the face.

Everyone opened their mouths and shock.

Oh my god did i just slap him?

You thought he looked you in the eye the silence so loud you could hear the birds outside, he dragged you away to his office, he sat you in his chair as he stood over you.

"Whar the fuck why would you embarrass me like that in front of everyone they already think im the little girl of the group, god I fucking hate yo-" he cut you off with his hand over your mouth.

"You're going to go home for the rest of the day, and I swear to God if I see you here, I'm going to punish you harder." After that, he picked you up, gave you his car keys, and put you outside his office. The team looked at you as you stomped out headquarters

Later that day....

You couldn't help but wonder what he meant by 'punish you harder.'' he's never hit you, and he's never been the BDSM type. You continued wondering until you got to your bed and decided to binge and tot in bed until he came home.

After watching almost every boring show on Netflix, you hear the keys jingling in the door.

"Where are you?!" You heard from downstairs

He walked in suddenly, looming over you, his broad shoulders casting a shadow as he crossed his arms. His brows furrowed, and his jaw tightened as he glared down at you.

“You think this is a joke, don’t you?” he said, his voice deceptively calm—too calm. “Disobeying orders, slapping me in front of everyone—everyone—and then stomping out like a spoiled child.”

You blinked up at him, feigning innocence, though you could feel the heat radiating off him. “I said I was sorry,” you drawled, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “And for the record, I wouldn’t have slapped you if you weren’t such a jerk.”

His eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” You tilted your chin up, challenging him. “You yelled at me in front of the whole team like I’m some rookie. Like I’m not capable of handling myself out there.”

“That’s because you’re not,” he shot back, his voice rising. He took a step closer, forcing you to lean back slightly. “You’re reckless, impulsive, and you don’t listen. You could’ve been killed.”

“Well, I wasn’t,” you retorted, crossing your arms defiantly.

He let out a sharp breath, pacing the room as if trying to keep himself in check. “You don’t get it, do you?” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “You never take anything seriously. I swear you do this just to get under my skin.”

You bit back a smirk, even as you pushed further. “Maybe I do.”

That stopped him. He froze mid-step, turning to face you with an incredulous look. “What did you just say?”

“Maybe I like making you mad,” you said, tilting your head with a bratty grin. “You’re kind of cute when you’re angry.”

His eyes darkened, and in two steps, he was in front of you again, towering over you as you sat on the edge of the bed. “You think this is funny?” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

You shrugged, biting your lip to hide the smile threatening to creep across your face. “A little.”

“God, you are unbelievable.” He leaned down, his hands braced on either side of you, effectively caging you in. “You think this is a game? That pushing me like this won’t have consequences?”

You met his gaze, unflinching, your heart racing but refusing to back down. “What are you going to do about it?” you taunted, your voice soft but laced with challenge.

His eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, neither of you moved. The tension between you crackled like a live wire, thick and suffocating. His expression was a mix of frustration and something else—something darker, more intense.

“You don’t want to find out,” he growled.

“Maybe I do,” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

He stared at you for a long moment, his breathing heavy, his control visibly slipping. “You really want to test me right now?”

You didn’t answer, just gave him that infuriating little smirk that you knew drove him crazy.

Suddenly, he grabbed your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. “You don’t know when to quit, do you?”

“Nope,” you replied, your voice airy as you stared up at him through your lashes.

His thumb brushed over your jaw, his grip firm but not harsh. “You think you can just push me until I snap, and I’ll let you get away with it?”

“Maybe…”

He let out a low, humorless laugh, shaking his head as his face hovered just inches from yours. “You’re playing with fire, sweetheart.”

“Good,” you shot back, leaning in just a little. “Maybe I like the heat.”

The room was silent except for the sound of your shallow breathing, his gaze burning into yours. You could feel the restraint in him, the effort it took for him not to completely lose it. He didn’t move, didn’t say a word—he just watched you, as if waiting to see how far you’d go.

"What did you mean when you said you were going to punish me?" He looked back down at you and got to eye level with you

His grip tightened on your wrist as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "You know exactly what I meant," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You've been testing me, pushing my buttons, and now you're going to learn what happens when you don't listen."

Before you could protest, he yanked you over his lap, your body landing awkwardly across his thighs. You squirmed, but his hold on you was unyielding. "Stop moving," he snapped, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You need to learn your place."

The first slap landed hard against your ass, the sharp sting radiating through your body. You gasped, your hands instinctively reaching back to protect yourself, but he caught your wrists and pinned them to the small of your back. "No," he said, his voice firm. "You don't get to stop this."

Another slap followed, and then another, each one landing with precision. The pain was intense, but beneath it, an unfamiliar heat began to build, pooling low in your stomach. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, but he noticed.

"Ah, so you like that, do you?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, we're not done yet."

He released your wrists and slid his hand down the back of your pants, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your ass. You shivered, your body betraying you despite your protests. "Please," you whispered, your voice trembling. "I'll listen, I promise."

"Too late for that," he said, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear. He traced a slow, deliberate path down the crease of your ass, his touch both gentle and invasive. "You need to learn to obey, and I'm going to make sure you remember this lesson."

His fingers found their target, sliding into you with a practiced ease. You gasped, your body arching involuntarily against his hand. "That's it," he murmured, his voice dark and commanding. "Take it. But don't you dare come."

The pressure inside you built rapidly, your body begging for release, but he kept his fingers moving with relentless precision, never letting you reach that final peak. "No," he said, his voice a harsh command as you felt yourself teetering on the edge. "Not yet."

You whimpered, your body trembling as the tension coiled tighter and tighter. "Please," you begged, your voice breaking. "I can't—"

"You can," he said, his voice cold and unyielding. "And you will. Because you don't get to decide when this ends. That's my job."

His fingers continued their relentless rhythm, driving you closer and closer to the edge, but always just out of reach. The frustration and desire warred within you, leaving you breathless and desperate. "You're going to learn," he said, his voice a low growl. "And you're going to remember."

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[georgiapeach30513]

What’s Wrong & What’s Right, Part 6

Summary:  How did Johnny get involved? 

Pairings:  Johnny Storm X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, A/B/O dynamics, unprotected sex, smut, PIV sex, knotting, breeding kink, forced prostitution, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:   2.7K

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“Imagine seeing you here again,” Nick stops Johnny at the door.  His hands pushing up against his chest, “Price is doubled.”

“Doubled?” He gives Nick an annoyed laugh, handing over his black card.  “Am I allowed to ask why?”

“Why are you coming here four to five times a week?  A Beta like you, surely you could get anyone.  You have fame, money, why her?” Nick takes a big sniff of Johnny, and the younger man pleads that all his precautions are working.  Hoping that his natural Alpha scent doesn’t come through, because he was desperate to touch your skin.  “Mmm, did his card clear?”

“Yes, Alpha,” the old woman says from behind the desk.

“Johnny, I’m watching you.  You’re growing attached to my Omega,” interesting choice of words that he was using.  Johnny’s face remains unmoving.  You were not Nick’s Omega.  He made sure of that.  Made sure that you were slicked up and ready to take his knot.  Showing him your mating gland every time he was sitting deep inside of you.  He had you needy for him.  Begging for him.  Nick reaches behind the desk, pressing a button to unlock the door.

Johnny didn’t need to be shown to your room.  He is well aware of your location now.  Strutting down the hallways, and none of the other Omegas even knew.  They were idiots, and you were such a smart one.  Scenting his designation immediately.  Just like you were truly meant to be his.

Opening up your bedroom, you pace around in nothing but one of his button up shirts.  You had worried your lip raw, and you turn to look at him.  Unbuttoning the shirt and holding it open for him.  “Johnny, I need you to knot me.  And I need you to mark my mating gland.  It hurts.  It hurts so bad now.  You’re my Alpha.  I don’t want August, and I can’t stand the scent of Nick.  I pushed him out of here earlier.  He tried to touch what was yours.  Please, I don’t wanna be here anymore.”

Tears spill out of your eyes, and he understands Nick’s reserve earlier.  He definitely could probably feel you losing interest in Nick.  Stupid man only had himself to blame.  You grab at Johnny’s hand and put it on your mound.  Guiding his fingers until they were in your warmth.  Moaning at the way he felt in you.

“It just hurts so bad when you’re not here.  I need you always.  I need you in me.  Please, Johnny.  I’ll be your perfect Omega.  I just need it,” the whole time you were crying to him you were grinding on his fingers.  It was a pitiful moment.  An Omega that went through hell to become the perfect wife.  And now you were desperate to be claimed.

The House of Walker produced good Omegas at a high cost.  They were brutal in their training, and you were showing what happened when one was unclaimed.  Delirious in need to be claimed and mated.  “Johnny, please, just give me your knot, Alpha.  It hurts so bad,” grabbing his free hand, you place it on your tit as you walk back to your bed.  Palming him over his pants.  “I’ll be your good little Omega bitch.  Give you so many pups.  You feel my slick leaking out onto my thighs?  I need it.”

“Yeah, you do,” he groans, pulling down his pants.  Letting his cock spring up, and he pushes you down to the bed.  “Don’t you get on your knees.  I want to see your pretty face when I breed you.”

You spread your legs out wide, fingering your own tight channel, and spreading it out wide for him to see.  “I need it,” you whine as he walks over to the bed.  Jerking you to the side before he stuffs his aching cock into your cunt.  There was no time for adjusting, he just begins rutting into you like a mad man.  Leaning over you to give you a filthy kiss.  His hands grab firm onto your tits as he spears into you.  Keeping your legs spread wide, and holding them down on the bed.  There was nothing you wouldn’t do for him.

“You want me to fuck a pup into you?” He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to get you out of here, but this was definitely not part of the plan.  “You want me to claim you properly,” with wild eyes you nod your head excitedly, and Johnny pounds even harder into you.  “I’m gonna,” he was an idiot.  He knew he was.  But your mating gland was pulsing so hard.  Your walls were squeezing him so tight.  It was perfect.  You were perfect.  And you were his.  August Walker be damned.  Frank Adler be damned.  You were his.

“Do you know where she is or not?” August slams his fist on the desk as he looks across at the most incorrigible man he had ever met.  “Why do I feel like you’re playing fucking games with me.  I want my future wife home now!”

“I got some intel from the Adler man.”

“The man that took advantage of my Omega?  The man that was fucking her in our house?  Don’t speak to me about that man,” he didn’t want to believe the rumors of some man sneaking into the house, until he saw it with his own eyes.

Saw you giving Frank everything that was supposed to be his.  He was nothing but a Beta, and he had gathered quickly this was the Beta your father had forbidden you to see.  He hated Frank.  Hated that he had ever had any part of you, but he was useful. He felt connected to you in some way.  Was intuitive about your whereabouts.  “What did he say?”

“She was abducted.  You’ve heard the rumors of Omega brothels,” August pounds his fist back on his desk, before holding his head in his hands.  “Frank got the camera footage.  I have an idea of where this brothel is.  It’ll cost some money,” August sits up at his desk quickly.  Eyes drifting all over his guest’s body.

“It’s a brothel only for Betas.  You smell me, you know I’m not a Beta.  It costs money to pretend to be another designation, and I’m giving you a discount.  Face it, you can’t go in there and see if she’s there.  They know who they took her from.  I’m offering you a chance to get her out.”

“Storm, if you fucking screw me over,” August bares his teeth, and an animalistic growl leaves his mouth, “You are not to touch her.  She’s mine.  My Omega.  You are not to be inside of her.  If they’ve pimped her out to other Betas, I’ll burn their whole operation down.  I will make them dread the day that they took my Omega.  Days before our wedding.  She was going to take my knot like a good Omega.  Four days.  Now I am feral and need to knot her!  You screw me over…”

“Got it,” Johnny says with a crooked smile.  “I’m not allowed to touch her.  She’s your perfect Omega.  I get it.  What’s so special about her?”

“She’s just…perfect,” August reminisces, reaching into his locked bottom drawer to pull out a pair of your ruined panties.  “Her scent is like heaven.  She’s obedient.  Wags her cute ass when she’s being praised.  Our first night together she was presenting for me, and begging for my knot.  And I want her back.  I’ll ruin you and Reid if you do anything to fuck me over.  You know I will.  I’ll bury you, Storm.”

“Right.  Ruin me.  Can’t touch this Omega that smells like perfection.  I’m sure she’s just like every other one of them,” August shakes his head no.  You were trained to be perfect, and that you were.  “I’ll see if I can find her.  Where should I give you updates on her whereabouts?”

Nick flips through a few of the newsreels featuring August and his constant pleading for you back.  He could have mated you, and he would have always known.  Could have given you what you really deserved, but instead had you locked away from him.  Nick starts to exit out of one of the videos, until he sees a familiar face, stepping up behind August for a quick word before Johnny leaves his side.

“Son of a bitch!” Nick screams, clicking on the cameras to your room.  Johnny had your legs and head in the same direction, leaning over you, while he sniffs up your neck.  “Fuck!” He gets up, stomping towards you room.

“Alpha!  Claim me!  Knot me!  Mark me!  Alpha!” Opening up his mouth wide, Johnny stares at your beating mating gland, it was wrong.  This wasn’t his assignment.  “Alpha!  Fill me with your seed!” You scream out as he pierces your mating glad and the pain you had been feeling deep in your core was starting to subside.  You were getting a high from the way he felt.

He disconnects, looking back at the door.  He definitely went off script here.  He was so close to filling your belly full of his spend.  You looked so peaceful for the first time since he met you.  He was taking a risk.  Gambling with both yours and his lives, but there was something to be said about mates’ rights.  “Mark me,” he grunts as his thrusts start to stutter.  “Make me yours.  Hurry!”

With one hard pound into your body, you reach up, and pull him down, biting at his throbbing gland as hot ribbons of his cum paint your walls and you whimper as his knot stretches out your cunt.  “Johnny!” You scream as your bodies literally bond and fuse together.  You had been claimed and a rush of euphoria of which you have never felt courses through your veins.  

Feeling almost drunk and high from the thought, you lick at his bite mark, smiling at how you and him completely belonged together.  It was beautiful.  Just like you knew your own mark would be.  Looking down at where you connect, you smile at how your cunt had taken him.

“You fucking asshole!” Nick storms into the room, slamming the door behind him.  He gasps when he sees Johnny’s own mark, and your cunt spread, and holding his knot.  “What the hell did you do?”

“Alpha claimed me,” you were gone.  A teenager drunk for the first time.  Rubbing over your belly, and moving down to rub at your clit, and down to his balls, “Look, he’s so fucking deep in my belly.  Alpha put pups in there.  He’s my Alpha, and I am his Omega.”

“Alpha/Omega rights say you can’t keep us apart.  My Omega is leaving with me.”

“And Steve.  I need Steve to go, too,” you giggle, playing with your hardened nipples.  “Uh, you feel so good and deep Johnny.  Nick, I feel him all over me.”

“I want her and the little runt to leave with me.  You can’t keep us apart.”

“I’ve kept Steve from his Alpha and Beta.  His mark has nearly healed.”

“She marked me, too.  It’s different.  Bucky and Natasha were never marked.  We are finite.  It would be near impossible to keep us apart.  She needs me.  You know she does.  She’ll die without me.  She can’t even think like a normal person now.  She’s in heat,” Nick cackles, shaking his head.

“It’s impossible.  She…”

“She’s been taking my knot for weeks now.  Breakthrough heat.  She…she has to go with me.  You can’t keep her from me or my pup,” his hand rubs over your belly, and you whimper, looking up at him.  “It’s illegal.  And I…I got a big mouth.”

“You think I care about legalities when I’ve got a house of Omegas being used as fetishes for pathetic Betas?  I took all of them.”

“You don’t want any fucking kids here!  Just let her and the Rogers kid leave with me.  We won’t say anything.  You’ll never hear from us again.  Walker, Barnes, and Romanoff are the only people looking for their Omegas!” That name sounded familiar, but cold, and you were swimming with the sweetest thoughts of Johnny and his baby inside of you.

“I need a nest!  That’s what I’ll do,” you look back down at your hole, giggling again, “I can’t move.  Our baby needs a nest, huh, Johnny?”

“Yes, darling,” you preen as his hand presses against your cheek.  “You’re going to make the best nest,” he looks back up at Nick, while you nuzzle your face against his arm.  “She won’t survive.  She won’t make it without me.  This is finite.  You can’t go against biology.”

“You fucking asshole!” Nick screams, clenching his fists.  You seriously were in Lala land.  It was like you couldn’t think.  Your whole being was to be the perfect Omega, and you were finally claimed.  Your hand rubs over your belly while you sing a sweet lullaby, but you were still trying to comfortingly rub Johnny’s scent all over you.  

“You took her from me!”

“You never acted on it.  I would say you took her from Walker,” that name again, you let out a pitiful whine, rubbing your hands up and down Johnny’s chest.  That name was making you uncomfortable, and making you want to cry.  “Don’t do this to us.  Let us go, Rogers, my Omega,” a chiming giggle exits your mouth as you kiss over Johnny’s arm.  “See?  She’s addicted.”

“You fucking took her from me!  She was for me!  You ruined her!  That cunt…she was my prize Omega.”

“Johnny’s Omega,” you giggle looking up at Johnny.  When he smiles down at you, your body wiggles in spite of yourself.  “Always Johnny’s Omega.  Gonna give you all the babies in the world.  Like right now,” you tap over your belly.  “I think you fucked a baby right in there.  I love your knot.  It feels so good to be knotted, and now I’m fully yours.  Oh!” You look down at where Johnny was rooted into you, “Johnny, I don’t want you to leave me.  Can you give me your knot again?  Or can I sleep with you inside me?  I need it.”

“She’s fucking psycho now.  Useless.”

“She won’t perform.  She won’t take another cock.  Won’t like those cock sleeves you provide for the Betas.  She’s had the real deal.  And if I don’t show up tonight, my team has been given this address, and they will raid.  I want her and Rogers to go home with me.”

“Son of a bitch!” Nick screams, walking out of your room and slamming the door.

“Johnny, can I play with your cock until you get hard again.  I want to fall asleep to the beat of your throbbing cock.  Please, sir?  Please, Alpha.”

“Fuck,” he didn’t think this through.  Didn’t think about the responsibility you were going to be for him.  Or even just how hot he was going to find you being needy for him, almost begging for his cock.  But then you lift yourself off the bed, and kiss over his new mark, and he starts relaxing.  This he could get used to.  “I’ll protect you, Omega.  You really think there’s a pup in this belly?”

“Oh, yes.  There’s a pup in here.  And you're his daddy.  See,” you rub over your belly again, and still he sees nothing.  “I’m sleepy, Alpha.  Will you hold me?  Keep me safe?”

“Yes,” he whispers, pulling himself out of you, he shimmies beside you.  Pulling you closer to him, where your eyes get really heavy, fluttering close.  “I’m going to protect us, Omega.  We’re getting out of here.”

“Steve, too.”

“Steve, too.  Natasha and Bucky will be relieved.  Get some rest though.  Let your Alpha take care of you, okay?” You nod your head a bit, and start to settle on the bed.  You were so very tired, and already drifting asleep.  Johnny had to stay on alert.  He knew that Nick would try to stop them, but now Johnny had something so much more important to him or a job.  He knew he screwed up, but this was the only way.

“Alpha, can you put your cock back inside of me?”

“Of course, Omega.  Get some sleep, darling.”

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Short Stories

A little cuddle session (Gender/Sexuality Friendly)

Potential Yandere x Abused Fem!Reader

Quiet Tsundere x Reader

Yandere Villian x Identified Female Reader 

I’ve Missed You Beloved (Jack Sparrow x Gender Neutral Reader)

Newt Scamander x Black Female Reader (Oneshot)

Afraid of My Words (Request : Billy Loomis x Black Female Reader)

Give Yourself To Me (August Walker x Black Female Reader)

Second Chance (Gally x Black Female Reader)

Lets Play a Game (Albert Shaw x Black Female Reader)

A Routine (Brahms x Black Female Reader)

Yandere Blurbs

he's obsessed (yandere blurb)

loves you. hates them. (yandere blurb)

a thrill ride of obsession (yandere blurb)

its the stalker (yandere blurb)

missing items (yandere blurb)

what if your stalker loses the remaining piece of human decency he has left (yandere blurb)

imagine clark as your coworker (yandere blurb)