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[hertzwritings]

Kiss with a fist (Dark!August Walker)

A/N: I literally lost track of who asked for what first, so I’m working on a “oooh this might be fun to write today”-basis. Don’t fret, my loves, I’m getting through all prompts and requests as well, mostly because I need the distraction. I am living in HellTM currently. Prompt: Y/N works for CIA, who sends her undercover in the FBI. They, in turn, send her undercover in M16 - who then sends her right back undercover in CIA. Her superior is very confused.

Also also, this is probably going to be my first real Dark!Fic, because it just kind of lends itself perfectly for the idea, I’ve been playing with. Just a warning. It’s probably not as dark as I could make it, but I gotta ease into it 😉

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 Pairing: August Walker x female reader

Contains: Language, coworkers to lovers (or like, boss to lover) smut (18+ MINORS DNI), non-con, degradation, praise, sir-kink, spitting, impact-play, mentions of blood, p in v, oral (m receiving), fingering, use of a gun, anal with a gun, mentions of vomit, mentions of necrophilia (sorry, but it’s BRIEF), cream-pie, forced orgasm, forced cream-pie, use of a belt, breath-play, actual choking, gagging and probably more than that

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 Kiss with a fist

  “You want me to do what?” You asked incredulously, staring with wide eyes at Mr. Walker. He raised his eyebrow and crossed his muscular arms over his chest, his button-down straining dangerously at the seams. “I don’t want, I need you to go undercover in the FBI. We’re sure there’s a mole, and important information might get leaked at any point.” “But… I… I’m new.” You said, sagging slightly in your chair. “I have no experience with being undercover, Mr. Walker.” “Which is why you’re perfect for it.” He sighed and leaned over the desk, his elbows resting on the smooth wood. “Listen to me, you’re amazing at what you do. You’re one of the brightest heads here, and you think quick on your feet. I wouldn’t send you unless I was sure, you would be able to handle it.” You nodded. You weren’t getting out of this one. “Alright.”

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The FBI was very different to the CIA – there was a lot more hustle and bustle, and you tried to blend in as much as you could, giggling at the water cooler with the other women from the office, trying to get gossip that could actually be beneficial. Lucy, the receptionist, had managed to slip during a coffee-break, talking about an anonymous man, who seemed to slip in and out of the office constantly. It was strange, how little people noticed, because he was a tall and broad man, and she had conspiratorially whispered to you, that it was strange that there always seemed to be a case right after his visits.

“I mean, you’ve never seen his face?” You asked casually, tipping your coffee-cup to your lips. She shook her head. “No, that’s the weird part, right? I mean, he just comes and goes, I’m not even sure he work…” She stopped talking when your “boss”, Mr. Jansen, came over and gestured for you to follow him into the office.

“Y/N, I’m going to need your help. You are very skilled at what you do, and I can appreciate you helping from the office, but I have gotten a tip.” You sat down. Jansen was a no-nonsense kind of man, and you were mentally preparing for whatever he was going to say. He never coddled anyone. “I need you to go undercover in M16. I got a tip that someone from there is trying to bring the internal parts of FBI down, and we need to nip it in the bud.” Again? You were going to be a triple-agent, now? “Sir, I…” “It’s not a question, it’s an order. Pack up, you’re doing double-duty.” “Sir, I just started here, and…” “And you have a glowing review. You got this. Now, get.” You stood and walked to your office, trying to make sense of what the hell was happening. You grabbed your phone and debated calling Mr. Walker, but thought better of it; you were undercover, and you couldn’t afford to blow it now.

 M16 was a whole different shit-show. You had been thrown into the middle of some serious office-heat, agents on each other like cats in an alley, and you were surprised any type of work was being done around here. On your first day, you had – unfortunately – to give a sweating, large man a kiss with your fist, when he thought it was smart to put a hand up your skirt. Everybody pretty much got the message after that, and most lewd comments weren’t said to your face, at least.

Not that it mattered to you at all, because you seemed to have stumbled upon something bigger than moles in the organizations – it seemed to run a lot deeper, weaving some dangerous webs. You couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed that whoever did this (or helped) didn’t bother to try and cover their tracks.

 It seemed to be some sort of manifesto, that had been hidden under layers of coding, and for now, all you had managed to get deciphered was Lark and Apostoles, which, granted, didn’t give you much to on, but it did lead you down the rabbit hole. It would seem as if there was a larger ploy at work here, and you were beginning to feel uneasy about it.

A late night – after pushing several men away from your desk with the promise of castrating them with a finger, if they didn’t leave – you finally managed to get through, and you were surprised at how much information lay between the many lines of the manifesto, along with several instructions to both the FBI and M16; The Syndicate seemed to be printed along any and everything, and you felt sick to your stomach. John Lark was the name that kept popping up, along with a simple A., who seemed to be the one giving instructions on how to dismantle several areas of the inner workings of the FBI and M16.

It wasn’t a mole, it was several. And they all worked towards the same, common goal: Destroy a third of the world’s population. You had to admit, the way they talked about it both gave you a case of serious ick, but also intrigue. You weren’t really on any rouge sides, nor had you ever wanted to be, but there was something in the way they described the entire thing… It was overwhelming. Haunting. But beautiful, even though you were well aware that it would be impossible to ever get done.

 “Y/L/N.” You screwed your eyes shut and turned before opening them, looking at the very angry face of Porter, your “boss”, who was currently tapping her heeled foot to the ground. “Are you alone in the office?” You nodded. She terrified you. “Good.” She walked with brisk steps to your desk and sat down, pointing at the several folders full of your findings. “I see I’m not the only one, who managed to figure out something was off.” You shook your head. “No, ma’am.” She didn’t need to know that you theoretically had been sent by C.I.A and FBI. “I’m glad someone has a bright head. It’s why I trust you to do this.” She sighed. “How long have you worked here?” “Uh, around six months?” You answered. “Would you be comfortable to be in the field?” “I mean, that’s what I was trained for… Do we have an OP, I’m not aware of?” She shook her head. “No, this is very much between only a few people in the office. It needs to be dark.” “Okay…?” Her eyes bored into yours. “Can I trust you?” No. “Of course, ma’am.” “Good. Now, I need an insider on the C.I.A. I need feet on the ground and eyes on the sky in there.” She pointed to the folder in front of you. “I’m sure I’ve found a link between some of the higher ups in there and John Lark.” You gulped. “Uhm, ma’am…” “I know, it sounds crazy, right? But look at this.” She flipped a few pages and pointed to a signature, along with a few lines of instructions. “That is definitely government speech. I can sense it, and we need to dismantle this shit as quickly as we can. Weed the weeds before they grow roots.” You didn’t exactly want to tell her that for weeds to grow, they already had roots. “Okay. What do you need?”

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Walking back into your real workplace was somewhat unsettling. You had to try and lie your way through why you were back; not that you truly thought it mattered, because nobody would bat an eyelid at you for being back. Well, except Mr. Walker.

“Y/L/N?” Shit. “Hi, Mr. Walker.” He was next to you in two wide strides, brows furrowed and upper lip trembling a little. “What the hell are you doing back here?” In a very unceremonious way, he grabbed a tight hold of your elbow and dragged you to his office, closing and locking the door behind him. “You were supposed to be on intel with the FBI!” You sighed. Time to lie your face off. “FBI sent me on a wild goose chase. I’m sure they’re trying to get the lead buried before I can get to it, and I just needed…” You sighed and rubbed your forehead. “I guess I just needed some sort of normalcy. I think better here.” You said, biting your lip. He stared at you, gesturing for you to sit on the chair in front of his desk. “You came back to think?” You shrugged, sitting down. “I suppose. They’re… Well, it’s a harder job than I expected it to be.” You said – it wasn’t a lie, per se, you were just omitting parts of the truth. In all honesty, at this point, you actually didn’t care who did what, who was behind what, and who or what wanted to blow up a third of the world. You really just wanted to have one damn organization to stick to, thank you very much. He looked at you, clearly searching your face for something – any signs of lies. “What do you know?” He commanded. He stood against his desk, arms crossed, and you realized two things at once; first, that he was very attractive when he was being all demanding and used his “I’m in charge”-voice, and second, that his eyes flickered for a brief second. The smallest of movements, something most – if not all – people would miss.

It was a flicker of fear.

Suddenly, everything clicked into place. The signature of A, the tall, broad man who kept to the shadows at the FBI, the somewhat familiar wording in the manifesto.

 “Not much yet.” You lied trough your teeth. “There’s rumblings about someone going in and out of the high office, but not much more than that. A lot of watercooler-gossip, so far, but not anything of note.” You swallowed thickly, and your eyes fell on his pants, where you saw the gun resting against his hip. Well, that and the other gun.

“Hm.” He tilted his head to the side. “And what does the watercooler-gossip tell you?” “That Lucy is fucking her boss.” You said nonchalantly – you didn’t know how to word anything out without giving yourself up. “Apparently, she got some intel from him about something being coded heavily, but that’s the gist of it.” You saw the way his demeanor changed, even before he moved or talked again; there was an unmistakable shift in him, and it made your stomach drop in fear. He sighed and pushed off from the desk, leaning over you, large, thick and muscular arms trapping you in, as his hands grabbed the sides of the chair.

“Y/N. How about we don’t lie to each other?” he said with a dangerous smile. “Sir, I’m…” “Don’t play with me, little bird.” You choked on your own spit at the nickname. “I’m well aware that you’re an incredibly talented and bright woman. It’s really on me, trying to throw you off by sending you somewhere else, digging for leads that wouldn’t get you anywhere.” You swallowed thickly, fear seeping from your pores. The way he looked at you, completely calm and collected, with a small, dangerous smirk on his lips and eyes lit with rage, sent shivers of fear down your spine. “I should’ve known better. See, my problem with you…” He leaned in a little closer, his face closer to yours. “Is that I like you, little bird. Oh, how I liked watching you look at me all attentive, your back straightening every time I spoke the smallest command.” You couldn’t breathe. “It was so easy for me to control what you looked into, what you saw and what you did, when you were right under my nose. You got a little too close, didn’t you? A few months ago, you stumbled on some very bad information, and you…” He smirked dangerously and almost degrading at you. “You ran straight to me, like I would’ve been able to save it. I had to send you off. I needed you away, so you didn’t screw up more for me.” You swallowed thickly. “Sir, I’m… I won’t…” “No, you won’t.” he pushed away from your chair and his eyes glinted. “Go on, little bird, spread those sweet, little wings.” He nodded at the door behind you. It was instant, the way your body kicked into gear; fight or flight was on the tip of your tongue, you could taste metal as you practically jumped the chair and rushed to the door.

You should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy. As soon as your fingers landed on the lock, a strong hand grabbed the back of your neck, pushing you roughly against the door. You exhaled a shaky whimper at the impact; you were well aware that August Walker had killed people with less than a hand on their neck, and for the first time in your life, you were fearful of death. His body pressed against your back, fingers wrapping in your hair and pulling roughly. You were shivering as his torso pressed against you, his breath hot and sticky on your exposed neck. “Oh, sweetheart, why would you think I would make it easy on you?” His lips scraped against your neck, his beard tickling you – you wanted to vomit. “I’m going to make things very hard for you now.” With a single move, he had you turned around, hand still on your neck and in your hair, and he pushed you down to the small sofa in the corner of his office. You grunted when your back hit the sofa, and your head would’ve hit the wall, if he didn’t have a strong grip on you. He slowly, while his eyes were burning into yours, moved his hands until his thick fingers pressed against your throat, cutting off air supply. You tried to struggle against his grip, clawing at his arms, but you were too small, too weak for him to even take notice. His eyes darkened when he took your state in; your hair was coming loose from your bun, your skirt had ridden up on your thighs, your chest heaving, trying to catch your breath, and unshed tears glossed your eyes over. It was a sight to him. “Well… I did have other plans, but I suppose we can make our own fun first.” He mused, his free hand trailing down your body. “Don’t fucking touch me!” You spat breathlessly at him, trying to recoil from his touch. He didn’t take that well. His hand collided with your cheek, the smack echoing in his office, and you felt, more than you heard, the small crunch of your jaw moving slightly out of place. “Don’t test me, you fucking slut. I’m trying to be nice, and that’s how you repay me?” He was seething with rage, and his grip on your throat tightened even more; you gasped, the air leaving your body completely now. He spat at your face, the spit landing on your cheek and nose and he hummed appreciatively at the sight. “There’s a good, little whore.” His thumb caressed your skin, smearing the spit around. You felt the burning of tears in your eyes. “You can cry. I like it when you do.” He said with a dangerous smile, his free hand again moving down your body. You didn’t have a choice, there was nowhere to go, and you wanted to throw up at the feeling of his fingers on you; you ignored the sliver of you that began to respond to him, desperate for your body to shut off. With a flick of his wrist, three buttons on your shirt popped off, and he had a view to your chest. “I always knew I liked you for a reason, Y/N.” You saw black spots float in and out of your vision, and you almost hoped to just pass out. His grip slackened. “Oh no, we can’t have that, can we? You deserve to see, what we’re going to do together, little bird.” You whimpered and tried to clench your thighs together to avoid his fingers dipping in. He chuckled darkly and with the same effort he’d probably use to swat a fly away, he ripped your skirt completely.

 You didn’t have the time to react nor say anything, before his large fingers grabbed the thigh highs and tore them down your legs. “So pretty… I should’ve fucking hired you as a secretary, you would have been so much fun to train, wouldn’t you?” he mumbled, mostly to himself, and you realized that this – whatever you had previously hoped or thought – was moving in a direction, that made your hairs stand up. Fuck.

“August, please…” A slap landed on your cheek again, and you groaned at the pain; one more of those, and your jaw would dislocate. “Do not call me that. I am Sir to you. Daddy, if you’re being good.” You whimpered and the tears began flowing freely now, when his strong hands pried your legs open and tore your underwear in half; he wasn’t a patient man, and you had already dragged it out way too much for his liking. He chuckled and his tongue darted out, licking the tears away from your burning cheek. You wanted to recoil from him, but his grip on your throat was a little too tight.

Without warning, he thrusted two thick fingers inside of you. You screamed at the sudden intrusion, hoping someone would hear you and help. He began dragging his fingers in and out of you, spitting down on his fingers as they almost left your body to lubricate them. “Scream all you want, darling, nobody comes in here.” Your tears were rolling down your cheeks now, his thick fingers ripping you apart with every thrust. You wanted to hate yourself, your fucking body for slowly warming to him; you felt it, the way you fluttered around his fingers and the ease, he began sliding in and out of you.

“There’s a good, little whore. You’re liking this, aren’t you? Liking being put in your place; just taken however I want to?” he chuckled again and sped up his fingers. You whimpered, your teeth gnashing on your lips to the point, where you could taste blood. His lips found yours, forcefully kissing you and lapping the blood from your lips, while he fucked you relentlessly with his fingers. “I think… Maybe I’m not going to kill you right away, little one. No, I think my friends would love to meet you.” You whimpered at the thought of it – there was so much laced into the words, and you would rather die. “You’re doing so well, just swallowing my fingers with your greedy, little pussy. Jesus, look at you, you’re such a fucking slut, aren’t you?” You didn’t want to like it. You didn’t, but your body was reacting to everything he did and said, and you felt yourself near a high, that terrified you – if he thought you liked this, what else would he do to you? “Don’t think, you fucking whore, don’t worry. You’ll get yours.” He sped up and pressed his thumb roughly against your clit. You didn’t have time to try and stop it.

You came around his fingers with a choked sob of shame, your pussy gushing for him. “Good girl! Look at you, taking orders from me.” He laughed maniacally and pulled his fingers from you, keeping his grip firmly on your throat, while he opened his pants.

“Be good for me, little bird. Knees.” You tried shaking your head, refusing to fucking do anything for him. He groaned in annoyance and pulled you by your throat to the floor, yanking your hair roughly. “Don’t fucking disobey me again.” He said and pulled his cock out from his pants. It was throbbing and the tip was an angry red, already leaking precum. He was big, and you feared that you might actually choke on it. At least you’d have a chance if you bit him. His grip on your hair tightened and forced you to look up at him. “Try to bite me once and I’ll fucking skin you alive.” You swallowed thickly, and you knew the battle was lost even before it started. “Yes, sir.” He grinned. “There’s my good girl.” He lined his cock up with your lips and you slowly opened your mouth, tears still spilling from your eyes at the thought of what was about to happen. His cock slid against your tongue, and he forced himself as deep as he could go, you gagging around his cock. “Fuck, I should’ve done this a long time ago.” You spluttered around him, spit pooling around your lips and slowly dripping from your chin. You tried to pull away from him when he forced himself deeper down your throat. “No. You’ll take what I give you, and you’re going to fucking thank me for it.” He said, a little out of breath. “Look up at me.” You did what he asked, and he growled at the sight, his thumb wiping a stray tear away. You gagged and coughed around his hard, thick cock as he pushed it further down, and you lost all ability to breathe.

He didn’t let you adjust but began to fuck your mouth and throat as if you were nothing but a toy to him. He held you in place while he snapped his hips, and you spluttered again, trying to breathe – he laughed deviously. “Little bird, you’re not getting out of this. You’re going to be my little whore, aren’t you? So easy to…” he grunted and buried his cock deeper in your throat. “So easy to get on your knees, you’ve been fucking waiting for it, haven’t you? Wanted to suck my cock dry, like a good little pet?” He picked up the pace and you almost passed out when he swelled a little in your throat. He grunted and pulled out roughly, spitting in your face. “You should be my fucking lap-dog, darling.” He caressed your face in a gesture that was both way too intimate and shot fear into your veins. He pulled you up to your feet, and bent you over the desk, forcing your ass to stick out enough for your back to begin hurting. “Please, sir, you’re hurting me…” You mumbled, trying to see if there was a shred of humanity left in him. His hand landed on your ass roughly, and you yelped at the pain. “Good.” He hit you again. “See, nosy fucking bitches like you need to be punished, do they not?” You heard the unmistakable sound of a belt being pulled from loops and your face went white. “Please, no, I’m begging…” You didn’t finish your sentence. The belt hit you hard, hard enough for you to instantly feel nausea creep up on you, bile at the top of your throat, and you cried out. He just laughed and repeated the process. You lost track of time, how many times the belt had hit you, and you were vaguely aware of the trickle of warmth that ran down form your ass to the back of your thighs. He hummed and wiped the trickle with a finger, putting it in your mouth; you tasted metal. “Look at you, so obedient already. You’ll just let me spank you until you’re bleeding and not say a word to it?” You felt something cold press against your folds. “God, you really are a fucking whore, aren’t you? So stupid, so easy to convince…” You felt the cold thing press into you and you yelped, trying to move away. Your entire body was in pain.

He grabbed you by the throat again, and stopped moving whatever he had in his hand, inside of you, while he wrapped the belt – streaked with red now – around your throat, pulling it tightly. You gasped and choked, and he continued the onslaught of your pussy.

“God, getting fucked by my loaded gun does something to you, doesn’t it?” He mumbled and your eyes widened as he began fucking you hard with the barrel of his gun. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t move or even try to as he fucked you with the gun. Your body was reacting to it, growing wetter by the second. “It would be so fucking easy to kill you like this, you know? I could just…” You heard the gun cock. “Press this once and you’d be dead… I could probably still fuck you until you got too cold and stiff for me.” He pulled the belt again, forcing your head back. “Say thank you, sir, for not killing me right now.” You gasped as he loosened the tightness of the belt. “Fuck you.” You spat. He pulled the gun out of you and held it to your temple, his hard cock pressing against your pussy. “No, little bird, fuck you.” You screamed in pain when he entered you in one, fell thrust, filling you to a point, where it hurt. You were barely breathing, your nails had been broken and bled, while you clawed at the desk.

He fucked you as if he didn’t give a shit. He was rough, the gun steady against your face, his cock filling you up and nudging your cervix. “Fuck, you’re so tight, aren’t you? So tight and wet for me, just ready for me to abuse you, huh?” He snapped his hips and buried himself deeper inside of you – the desk scraped against the floor as he rutted hard against you. Your legs were shaking, and you couldn’t think – everything hurt. “Aw, is my poor, little whore sad? You want to cum, little bird? Just cum on my cock, while I have a gun to your head?” You shook your head. You refused. He chuckled. “Alright.” He sped up, and to your relief, he removed the gun from your head. He was groaning behind you, burying his cock deeply in you over and over, and your relief of the gun being gone was shortlived. You felt spit land on your puckered hole, and you wiggled, trying to get away from him, when he pressed the cold, slightly sticky barrel of his gun to your asshole. “Squirm, and it’ll only be worse.” He threatened, his free hand landing on your ass; you felt the blood trickle again and you screamed in pain, as the gun entered you. He was rough. You didn’t have time to think or adjust as he fucked you with his hard cock and let the barrel of the gun slip inside of your ass, moving it in sync with his cock.

Despite your hate and fear, you felt your pussy flutter around him, the familiar, dull ache behind your clit as your orgasm neared – you were fully sobbing now. “Good girl, fuck, you’re going to cum, aren’t you, love?” He sped up and angled his hips, this time shoving the tip of his cock roughly against your cervix. You were screaming in pain, your body trembling. “Cum, whore. Fucking cum, while I fuck you just like this…” he grunted, and you felt his speed falter for a second. “Cum for me, little bird, fucking make a mess out of me.” You couldn’t hold it back, even if you tried.

You exploded around him, the sounds of your wet slick gushing over his cock filling the room. You gasped for air and reprieve, but he was relentless; his cock was spearing you completely and it felt like you were about to split in two, while the fear of him just pulling the trigger for the hell of it, was ever present in your mind.

You sobbed through your orgasm, and when his lips found your shoulder, you had to bite back vomit.

“Yes, fuck, you feel so fucking good…” Everything felt wrong and painful. His speed was faltering, the rhythm leaving him. “So good, taking my cock so well, baby… Oh, I’m going to get so much use out of you.” He grunted. “You want me to fill you? Make you fill of my cum, get your pregnant so you can’t get away from me? Just… Fuck!” he roared as you began to try and claw at him, desperate to get him out of you. “Oh, yeah, I’m going to make you fucking round with me, darling. Oh, fuck, you need to take it all, like a good little whore…” He fucked you with the gun and his cock so roughly, you thought you were about to die. “Please, please, no… Sir, please…” You begged, but he just laughed and slapped your cheek again. Your jaw rattled.

 He came with a strangled cry, pushing his cock and the gun as deep as they could go. You felt ropes of cum warm you and this time, you didn’t hold back. You threw up over his desk, your eyes searing with tears as he fucked his cum deeply inside of you. You were shaking and crying. “Aren’t you a dirty little thing?” he whispered as he pulled himself and the gun out of you, letting you go. You collapsed, your body sliding down from the desk and landing on the floor; you saw blood several places on the floor and your skin. You found his eyes and he cocked an eyebrow, while he wiped the gun down, almost caressing it.

“Now, we can’t have a mess, can we?” You didn’t answer. “I think you best clean that up, Y/N.” He pointed to the pool of vomit. “And then I think we’re going to have so much fun with you.” “We?” Your voice was hoarse, and you couldn’t speak above a whisper.

He squatted in front of you with that dangerous smile on his lips, lifting your face with the gun under your chin. “If you think I’m done with you…” he chuckled. “I have my Apostles, sweet bird.” You paled and he licked his lips. “After that? We’ll see if we need some stress-relief around.”

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[pascaloverx]

DANGEROUS

CHAPTER FOUR (+18)

Summary: You are a retired spy trying to live a normal life. Some time ago, a hired assassin named Tangerine tried to kill you. In response, you sought the help of an old acquaintance who could fake any death, August Walker. However, now your false identity is in jeopardy, along with your life.

Warnings: This chapter will have inappropriate language, explicit content. Readers are warned. The characters August Walker and Tangerine do not belong to me but to their respective creators. Some other characters that belong to both Mission: Impossible (2018) and Bullet Train (2022) may appear in this fanfic. Other characters who are not part of these movies will be of my own creation. I hope you enjoy the reading. Chapter with scenes intended for adults, if you are not an adult, do not read.

chapter three chapter five

August looks uncomfortable. Ever since he agreed to work alongside Tangerine. You know the fact that you had a brief romance with Tangerine doesn't help. As you prepare the bed so that August Walker can sleep, you feel him watching you. Tangerine was too tired to do anything so he just passed out on your bed.

"So after years of partnership, you ditched me for a cheap, less pretty version?" August says while watching you. You tense up, knowing you don't have much to say.You tense up, knowing you don't have much to say.

"I would like to remind you that after our partnership ended, you disappeared from my life. It was as if it didn't matter how many nights we spent together. You can't demand loyalty when you abandon someone." You say arranging the blanket on the bed. August is still standing with his arms crossed in the guest room door.

"I didn't abandon you. We made a deal, Y/N. Feelings were out of the question. And then you put my life ahead of the mission. Damn it, what did you think would happen?" Walker speaks with his authoritative tone, asserting his belief that he's right. But how could putting him above the mission be such a bad thing?

"I should have let you die, Walker. I should have let Ethan kill you on that damn mission, you ungrateful bastard." You say, staring at Walker, growing increasingly irritated. Walker approaches, getting inches away from you. His eyes devouring you as if he's thirsty for something.

"How desperate did you have to be to go from fucking me to fucking Tangerine?" August speaks in a mocking tone. You however laughed blatantly trying to make you feel inferior.

"Honey, you must have a really bruised ego. Tangerine and you are almost the same. And if you're wondering if in every way, yes is the answer." You say looking down, leaving no doubt you are talking about sizes. August seems more excited than angry at this moment, which confuses you a little. You expect a bad reaction, but it doesn't come. On the contrary, he grabs you by the waist and kisses you. At first, his lips touch yours softly. Afterwards it's as if you're missing each other's taste. Slowly exploring each other's mouth.

"You should never have come back into my life, you know that right?" August Walker speaks with his mouth almost glued to yours yet.

"Shut up." You respond, holding the hem of his shirt with both hands and then taking it off his body. He, in turn, lifts you a little off the floor, guiding you to the bed. It was almost as if his body had no weight at all. His hand quickly cupping your ass.

"You're still as hot as I remember." Walker whispers in your ear. You then kiss his neck, as if to say you liked the compliment. In the next second, August Walker is taking off the dress you're wearing and throwing it in some corner of the room. His fingers roam your face, and when his fingers pass your lip, you lick them lightly. Walker's reaction was to hold her face firmly but without hurting her and then devour her mouth with a kiss.

"I want you now." That's all you can say before you completely lose your lucidity as you watch Walker take off the rest of his clothes. You're obviously excited about the fact that you're going touch him again. Your hand passes lightly under Walker's cock, making him moan softly as you kiss his body.

"Lay down." He says dominant as he removes your bra. His fingers press against his breasts, causing a pleasant sensation of pain and pleasure. You let out a grunt when Walker's lips touch yours. He continues pressing the tops of your breasts with his hands while he is on top of you. Already your hands are busy holding his hair tightly. You then remember to grab a condom from the bedside. He watches you and seconds later he already puts the condom that was previously in your hand on his penis. He puts two fingers in your mouth and you suck on them, while looking directly at him. It's been so long since you two have been this close that you feel like you're going to explode. His fingers that were previously in your mouth are now in your pussy, almost causing a pleasant friction. His fingers enter you without delay, and you let out a few noises as you feel the pleasure of having at least a part of him in you. His fingers press into your pussy which is wet enough that he has no problem moving in and out of you.

"You...fuck me. Please." You sputter as you feel your body start to shake a little more. Walker smiles, kissing you next.

"Good girl." He says, taking his fingers out of you and pushing his cock into you. The feeling of having him like this was almost driving you crazy. You increased the pace of his thrusts and into you, as you held his ass to feel him more. His hands held Walker's ass so tightly that you could feel it would leave a mark later. But he didn't seem to care. He just thrust deeper and deeper inside you, as he kissed every detail of you, including your lips and mostly your neck. His kisses got deeper and deeper, as if he really needed you.

"Fuck. I'm going to go crazy with you." Walker says as you become a mixture of sex, moans and sweat. You can only smile, while mumbling disjointed words. You're reconnecting so easily that you don't even notice when you cum. But when he cums right away you smile. A smile of satisfaction.

"I can't lie. You're still one of the few fuckers who know how to fuck well." You speak while Walker is still beneath you. He then kisses you, getting off of you and throwing the condom in the trash. You weakly rest your head on Walker's chest as soon as he returns to bed. And at least at this moment, you allow yourself to sleep with a man who you don't even know if you can fully trust.

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[navybrat817]

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[buckyownsmylife]

Something Just Like This - August Walker smut

The one where August figures out what happened to you.

Warnings: smut, some angst, pregnancy, breastfeeding kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex

A/N: this idea was requested and of course, I had to add in the smut.

August’s P.O.V.

I’d never been a patient man.

That made waiting at her house, with no idea of when she’d arrive, particularly frustrating. Especially considering the reason why I had found myself here in the first place.

I still couldn’t even think about it. Since I found out why it was that she suddenly disappeared from the face of the Earth, all I’d done was go, go, go. Search everywhere for even the smallest trace of her. Try to get inside her mind so I could maybe figure out where she’d go to hide.

Of course, I never once considered she wasn’t hiding at all.

“Shh…” I heard her soothe someone, not finding it difficult to figure out who it was. “There you go. Good boy.”

That was when the first wave of panic hit me.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had to deal with that emotion. I was usually so in control of everything. I designed my life to make it that way. No surprises.

Until now.

“I see you’ve already made yourself comfortable.” She didn’t even glance my way, seated at the farthest corner of her living room, but I expected as much. She was an incredible agent before she decided to… retire. It was ingrained in our minds to check for the little signs, if we were being followed, if there was someone inside our house.

It’d be pretty irresponsible of her to disregard everything she’d learned. Especially now.

She didn’t pay me any attention as she took off her coat and hung it by the door, taking all the time in the world to do so before, at last, turning to the sleeping infant in the carrier she had deposited on the sofa before me.

At least he wasn’t a fussy child.

“So, how are you?” She sighed, letting herself fall on the couch, finally looking at me. “It took you longer than I imagined. Then again, I wasn’t sure you’d come at all.”

And that’s when the beast inside of me woke up, my nostrils flaring as I inhaled deeply, leaning closer to her so I could speak in a whisper but still have her hear me and take note of every hint of anger in my tone.

“How am I?” I repeated, unbelieving of her chosen words for the encounter. “How am I? You’re MIA for six months, I find out it’s because you got pregnant and you have the nerve to ask me how I am?”

She didn’t look the slightest bit affected, sighing as she turned to look at the boy in the carrier. “Let me go put him in bed so you don’t have to whisper anymore.”

In the time it took her to do that, I grew impatient. ‘How am I’. The hell kinda question is that.

When she came back, she looked different. Well, she was different from the last time I saw her anyway - her frame looked fuller, hips wider. It made me lick my lips in desire, but I had other issues to focus on at the moment.

Like the fact that she looked angry. “How can you ask me how I am when you’re the one who disappeared to have my child?” I almost yelled, still trying to be respectful of the sleeping infant in the other room. “I thought you were kidnapped! Murdered in the line of duty!”

She blinked a few times, seemingly surprised about the direction the discussion was taken, but what the hell was she expecting?

“What do you want me to say?” Was her response. “Can you put yourself in my shoes for a moment? We fucked occasionally and I ended up pregnant. I didn’t even know where you were stationed, and I didn’t know how to explain to our superior officer why I needed to know classified information about one of their best assets.”

I forced myself to take one deep breath, understanding that if she had done so, she could easily be targeted as a spy. When she looked down at her feet, hands on her hips, I knew she was disappointed.

“Have you ever even wanted a family?” She asked me. “I don’t know! I know next to nothing about you, August. All I know was that we fucked and the contraceptive didn’t work and now I have a piece of you with me forever. A piece you didn’t even want to give me.”

I wasn’t egocentric enough to completely miss her point. But still, now that I’d made a fool of myself, the only thing I could think to say was, “You’re not even going to apologize?”

Her head snapped up, fire in her eyes and I knew she was about to tell me off when I grabbed her by the chin and pulled her to meet my lips.

“I think you have a lot to make up for, kitten…” I insisted, pressing kisses all along her shoulder just to hear her mewl for me. “You just assumed I wouldn’t want to have anything to do with my own son, and kept this away from me…”

“I missed your entire pregnancy. God, can’t imagine how these looked…” I whispered, holding her breasts as I pulled away to stare at them. “Did he leave some for me?” I teased, slipping the front of her blouse down so I could rub her nipples, enjoying how her head fell back in bliss. I imagined they were much more sensitive now. “Will you let me try?”

I waited for her nod to lean down and wrap my lips around her nub, sucking lightly, mindful of how she felt now that she was breastfeeding, and I was rewarded by a pleasured gasp, her fingers flying up to my hair to pull at the strands, but keep me attached to her.

“Remember how I made you cream around me?” I teased, running my tongue around her nipple, relishing in the sweet liquid that slowly dripped from her. “Yeah, you loved it, didn’t you?” Her whine had me smirking as I easily manhandled her into resting against the wall, abandoning her breasts momentarily to nuzzle her neck.

“I loved it too,” I admitted, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as I hoisted her leg up to wrap around my waist before working on getting my cock out of my trousers. “God, you have no idea how much I missed this pussy…”

Slipping inside of her was always delicious. The way she instinctively clenched around me, arms tightening around my body to keep me nearby. My name slipped from her lips, and it had my lips twisting up.

“Hmm…” I mused, pulling away to take in her state of ruin. “I think I want you to call me daddy now…” She snickered, but I wasn’t completely joking about it.

A punishing thrust against her sweet spot had the title slipping from her lips without her even noticing it. Smirking, I started to really fuck into her, imagining how sexy she must have looked like, all round with my child.

“You should have told me.” I shook my head before letting it drop against her shoulder, knowing she didn’t know what I was referring to and probably couldn’t even tell while I was fucking her. So I decided to focus on this moment instead, appreciating how it felt to actually have her after thinking I’d never get to see her again.

“Shit, you feel so good,” I cursed right as a loud moan escaped her, and I had to slap my hand over her mouth, trying to quieten her down. “You better be quiet, baby. You don’t want to wake up the other baby, huh?”

She melted in my arms, allowing me to push her further up the wall as I sped up my thrusts, searching for that blissful release I could only truly reach with her.

Her eyes rolled back as my cum spilled deep inside of her, not worried about contraceptives anymore because they’d failed us once, what’s another time?

Besides, I was kind of hoping to be able to experience what I missed this time.

“You’re staying?” She asked when she saw me adjusting my clothing after I made sure to clean her up, and I figured my raised eyebrow was enough of an answer, but I gave her one anyway.

“Someone’s gotta take care of you and the little guy, huh?” I grinned, pulling her into my arms. “Can’t believe you thought you’d ever be able to get rid of me.”

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[thetaoofzoe]

Fic: Crescent Moon 1/1

Title: Crescent Moon

Pairing: Henry Cavill x YOU

Rating: Sexy, fluff, teasing, some swearing and borderline language

Summary: As a working model, you landed a coveted Dunhill Cologne job. The number one rule in the industry is NOT to get involved with your fellow models. But, the delicious blue eyed boy waiting for you on set changed your mind. 

Gif by amancanfly

Note: this is absolutely a trash fic. So.. here ya go :)

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‘I can’t very well put my tongue in her mouth without even knowing her name, Jamie,’ Henry groused and cast a furtive glance over his shoulder to where you sat in a rickety director’s chair getting your make-up retouched.

‘You’re so fucking, English, Henry,’ Jamie replied easily. ‘Do you need a little page three girl? Get your courage up?’

‘Fuck off.’

Why would he need boobs in newspaper form when he had a real live woman right there on set?

Jamie laughed and slid an overly friendly arm around Henry where his tuxedo jacket stretched crisp and inky black across his broad shoulders.

‘Listen. You are the handsome face of Dunhill. Right? You are paid to do what you’re told and to sell the product. It’s my job as principal photographer to make you look delicious so that every little wet twat out there wants to buy this cologne for her ruddy, beer bellied husband and every lad wants to look exactly like you in the hopes of pulling a posh bird.’

Jamie thumped Henry’s chest with the base of his palm and smoothed down the artfully undone bowtie around his neck.

‘We understand each other?’

Henry nodded. He depended on Jamie for the campaign and pissing him off wasn’t in his best interest.

‘Good, now go sit in the chair and put your fucking tongue into her mouth. And for the love of god, act like you like it.’

‘What’s her name?’ Henry asked shrugging out from under the heavy arm weighing him down.

‘Fuck if I know, ask her yourself. While you’re at it, why not ask for her ring size as well and her old gran’s maiden name.’

‘Jesus Christ, Jamie. What the hell is wrong with you?’

Jamie scrubbed a hand across his unkempt face and was tempted to spill his guts about the divorce papers with which he’d been served that morning.

‘Just…. go do what I tell you and we can all get paid. We still have a night shoot on the bridge and we have to make it quick.’

With that, Jamie turned round and walked off of the dimly lighted set. To calm himself, Henry tried to push his hands into the pockets of his slacks, and not for the first time that day he remembered that they were rented and the pockets had been sewn shut. Instead, he swiped his moist hands on his thighs and went back to the curved, crescent shaped chair on the set. It was supposed to be an easy shoot. Lounge in the chair, smoulder, have girl between his thighs leaning adoringly over him, avoid looking down her low-cut top and boom – 5k in the account.

When you joined him on set, he glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes,  and half-smiled awkwardly. He’d been paired with high end models before who had been icy and hurried. But you were someone he felt he could talk to. He asked your name.

To which you turned to him, smiled curiously,  and gave it.

‘I thought you already knew it,’ you said.

Henry leaned his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together between them.

‘I turn up, do what they tell me and go home to walk my dog,’ he laughed and then cringed, caving beneath the weight of how lame he must have sounded.

He was Fat Cavill all over again, floundering and unable to talk to a pretty girl. He hated himself for it.

Henry was heartened when you made an interested noise and leaned in close.

‘What’s his name? Your dog.’

Names, he thought. See Jamie? Names were important.

‘Kal,’ he said.

‘Kal… like Kal-el?’

With his eyes brightening, he turned towards you.

‘Yeah! Like that. Do you.. I mean are you… so you know about Superman?’

You grinned and bobbed your head.

‘Who doesn’t know about Superman? I mean… my little brother collects comics and I used to watch that show back in the 90s.’

You shrugged and teased slyly, ‘Pfft, who doesn’t know about Superman,’ but in a way that asked if he was really wondering if normal people didn’t know about one of the most famous comic book superheros.

Henry wasn’t bothered by it. He he smiled, intrigued and was about to continue the conversation when Jamie, holding his massive digital camera, swaggered over and pointedly waited for you to stop talking.

‘Right, you two lovebirds getting good and acquainted?’

‘He’s nice,’ you said, pressing your elbow into Henry’s side. ‘He’s got a dog named Kal. You know, like Superman.’

Absolutely pleased with you in that moment, Henry ducked his head and squashed a grin. But Jamie looked blankly at you and then made a face of disgust.

‘Here’s how it’s going to go. You two are having an illicit night out, met at a party, little drinks, a little dancing and you’re into each other. You can’t wait to leave together. You like her, you like him and shagging is definitely on the table. I want that from you. I want longing looks, I want wet parted lips, I want sex. Ok, got it?’

He looked directly at Henry.

‘Or shall I bring out the finger puppets.’

You smiled and nodded happily. You weren’t sure what was going on with the photographer, but a job was a job and you had dealt with worse.

‘Get into your original positions, please,’ Jamie said motioning towards you.

You got up, untwisted the thin shoe strap across your ankle and waited for Henry to lay back against the chair. He reached up for you and cradled your hips as you positioned between his spread thighs. You put your knee down between them, careful not to press up against his sizable bulge and with one hand on his shoulder, you artfully leaned in. Your breasts swung forward in your skimpy top and you turned just a little so that they wouldn’t bounce out and hit him in the face.

Not that you thought he would mind, considering how fixated on them he had been for nearly the entire shoot.

But you yourself hadn’t been so innocent.

You had noticed how much he was packing when you were first posed together and that little lizard part of your brain wanted to feel him.

Henry was fixated on you and you were fixated on him. You looked down into his big puppy dog eyes and could tell that he was still feeling nervous, as he had been all morning. You wanted to relax him, maybe play a little.

‘Look at you,’ you murmured, leaning in closer as his attention snapped to your face. ‘Lying there like the perfect boy.’

Henry’s lips parted and he gave you such an adoring look that you greedily drank it in like a cool glass of wine. You popped open a few of his shirt buttons and gingerly curved your fingers about his naked throat, marvelling at how immediately the shyness melted from his eyes. One corner of his lush mouth curved up into a slight smile and the fingers clenching your hips pulled you closer. He froze when his own actions pressed your knee right into his groin. You both looked down at where you were touching him so intimately, yet neither of you moved.

‘Whatever you two are fucking doing, don’t you fucking stop.’

Jamie was close now, the camera shutter clicking madly, but he was an annoyance in your peripheral. Your entire focus was on the boy beneath you and the big hand working across your bottom.

Not wanting to give away what you were doing to him, Henry hissed in a long indulgent breath and undulated in response to the upward press of your knee. Colour seeped into his cheeks and when you leaned down, hovering your wet mouth over his, he groaned softly. Everything muted and faded into the background and he lifted his chin to close the distance between you. The gentle confident stroke of his tongue along your sensitive lips rippled a delectable sensation through you and tightened your nipples into tender peaks.

This couldn’t be real, you thought. Are you that willing to fuck this man right here in front of the whole crew?

‘Ok, that’s good you two. I think I have enough.’

Someone was talking. 

It was Jamie.

 And just like that, the spell was broken. You scrambled back and off of Henry. Standing up, you quickly dusted off the back of your dress. Henry’s hand had been so hot against your arse that you were sure he had left handprints.

You tried not to look back at the man still lounging on the chair. But you couldn’t help it. One sly glance at him looking positively debauched, told you that it wasn’t over between you. And it was later in the back of the setpiece Bentley that Henry showed you how much more he wanted.

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[angelic-kisses13]

Naughty Angel

Authors Note: HEY GUYS, I’ BACK!! Sorry it’s been so long but my creative juices have not been flowing the way I want them too. But I’m here with a quick August fic. Comment, like, reblog!

Warnings: Implied Smut; nightclub dancing; August because the man needs his own warning; I think that’s it, if I missed anything let me know. 

Summary: The reader and August have a game to see who can make the other more jealous. 

You could feel his eyes on you, traveling down your form as you moved around the room. Tonight had started innocently enough; you had gone out for drinks with your girlfriends, August tagging along as your “designated driver.” 

You had picked out a body-hugging dress, the lace of your bra peeking from the top just enough for people to question what it was you were wearing underneath. Your friends had whistled and catcalled the moment you had stepped out of your bedroom. 

August had looked up, and by the flaring of his nostrils, you knew you had his attention. Not that you didn’t have it already, but it was still nice to see that you could distract him enough. 

The two of you have been dating for three years, and they were a wonderful lust-filled three years. August would leave for work, sometimes not contacting you for weeks at a time. Leaving you horny and desperate for his touches, for his cock to pound into you. 

Whenever he showed up on your doorstep, a bouquet in his hands, you knew you were going to get it good. But there were other facets to your relationship as well. Like tonight, for instance, you had dressed up to go out, all the while making sure his attention was on and only you. 

But you had a game the two of you played; most of the time, it was August flirting with the girls, wanting to rile you up. He knew when you were jealous; you were a force to be reckoned with. 

Tonight though, you were the one hunting. Men flooded the dance floor, their bodies massive in the dim lights. The colored lights from the DJ flashing across their faces briefly, leaving your mouth watering as you saw their sharp jawbones hidden in shadow. 

August was seated at the VIP section, his legs splayed out, taunting you to come to him. The sight was enough to have your skin heating and your pussy flooding your panties. All you wanted was to head over there, drop to your knees and worship his cock until he spurted down your throat. 

Another part of you wanted the thrill of the chase. You longed to feel his gaze on you as you worked your magic on a poor unsuspecting victim. August always outdid himself when you were the one as bait in your little game. 

You grinned when you saw the perfect specimen make his way towards you. He was tall, blonde, and handsome, and the man knew it. His walk alone would have made you swoon if you weren’t invested in another man altogether. 

Sparing August one last glance, you smirked waited for the man to come to you. Within seconds the stranger was in your personal space, he pressed your chest against yours, and you could feel his cock against your lower stomach. 

A smirk surfaced as you realized the man had nothing on August. He was far too small to your liking, but then again, you weren’t in it for the sex. You only wanted August, and it shouldn’t be too much longer before your boyfriend snapped. 

Tilting your head up, you grinned at the blond, your hands coming up to wrap around his neck as he bent down enough to pull you between his legs as you began swaying to the beat. 

His mouth skimmed your ear and down your throat, coming to a rest at your collarbone. Teeth scraped, and your head fell back as you felt him suckle lightly at the skin. August would punish you for that, and the thought had you moaning. 

Your eyes rolled back as you imagined the fire lit in your man’s eyes as he watched another man touch you. A hand wandered down to your thigh, fingers playing at the edge of your dress before slipping under. 

Your body tensed, and you tried to pull back; you were fine with hickies, mainly because August would put his mark over the ones that dared to defile you. But you needed to put a stop to anyone trying to touch something that wasn’t theirs. 

Hell, your pussy didn’t belong to you anymore; it was the property of August Walker the moment he bent you over his desk and ate you out like a starved man. The stranger hushed you, his arms tightening around your body, entrapping you to him. 

Your nails scratched at his back and neck, trying to “free” yourself as you felt his fingers brush over the damp underwear. A deep groan sounded from the chest you were pressed up against, and triumph filled you. A little more distress on your part, and the man would be eating out of the palm of your hands. 

Turning your head, your eyes sought the one person in the club that you wanted. Your blood ran cold as you realized that August wasn’t in the same place, his drink was on the table, but he was missing. Had he gotten tired of your little games and decided to leave you to your own devices? 

You attempted to pull away again; the stranger was stronger than you and merely pulled you to him and began leading you towards a dark corner. His mouth is moving over your neck and to the top of your breasts. 

Being shoved against a wall was usually a turn-on for you. Now, however, it was little more than a hindrance as you realized that August still hadn’t shown up. Where was he? 

A shadow moved from your right, and you turned your head to see August standing there, his shoulder leaning against the wall as he took in the sight. Your eyes struggled to see his face, the darkness hiding his features from you. But you wouldn’t mistake his stature. 

“That’s enough, Sean; you can let her go. I believe she has learned her lesson.” 

Your brain was slow to process the scene. The stranger-Sean- pulled away from you, a dark smirk lining his lips as he backed up. His hand came up to clap over August’s shoulder as he moved out to rejoin the crowd. 

“She’s a keeper, man. I couldn’t keep her attention if I tried; make sure you fuck her good.” 

August snorted as he moved from under Sean’s hand. “I have her trained well, Sean. She wouldn’t wander far from me. She’s a good pet.” 

Your body bristled at August’s words, your hands forming fists as you realized he had played you. Anger collected in you, and all you wanted to do was stomp on August’s foot and drown yourself in cheap alcohol with the girls. You were no longer in the mood to play. 

“Now, now Angel, don’t be so upset. I played your game, not it’s your turn to play mine.”

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[its--fandom--darling]

Angel

Pairing: Bodyguard!August Walker x Plus Size!Reader

Prompt: Angel

Rating: S for Spicy(18+)

A/N: I’m not super confident in this. I might continue it if y’all like it. It’s my first attempt at writing august and I hope I did him justice. 

              You straightened your halo one last time and smoothed your hands over your costume. The white silk dress was an expensive gift from the last man that was trying to garner your favor. Being the daughter of an oil tycoon made you the prime target for men looking to get ahead. Especially those who thought you’d be so lucky to be with them based on your size. All the attention caused by being an heiress was enough to convince your father to hire a bodyguard for you. Enter August Walker. The man was imposing and stern but so handsome that one look from him in your general direction turned your knees to jelly. As hard as you had tried to impress him, he was ever professional you’d hoped tonight would change that. Picking up your over the top, custom made angel wings and slipped them on. Finally you stepped into your heels. One more inspection in the mirror and you were ready to go. Grabbing your crystal studded clutch you stepped out of your bedroom and smiled at August as he looked up at you. The change in his face was almost unreadable, but you noticed the clench in his jaw as he raked his eyes over you.

“How do I look handsome?” you asked, twirling for him slowly.

              August stood up to his full height. “Like you’ll catch your death if you don’t wear a jacket.”

You pout at him. “You’re absolutely no fun, Auggie,” you tease, poking him in the chest.

              “It’s August, now go find a jacket,” he says, in an gruff voice that sent shivers down your back.

You roll your eyes, “Yes, daddy.” You turn and head towards the closet pulling out a golden pashmina. “I can’t wear a jacket with these wings, do you approve of my shawl?”

              He grunts, “You’re going to be late.”

You carefully drape the shawl over your shoulders. “All the cool people are late, August. That’s just how it goes., however, I’m ready so we can go.”

              “Perfect, the car is already here and waiting.

You watch as he takes long strides towards the door, biting your lip as the muscles in his back flex under his black button down. While August had refused to wear a costume, his all black attire leant a sinister vibe to him that contrasted perfectly with your display of innocence. You followed him out into the hall and into the elevator. He pressed the lobby button and folded his hands in front of him. “I know what you’re doing, Angel,” he said, without looking at you.

You snap your eyes to him, shocked by his use of an endearment. “What am I doing, Auggie?”

              “You’re playing fire and if you continue to do so, you will get burned. However, when the time comes you will be calling me sir.”

You suppress a shiver and scoff to cover your arousal.

              He reaches out and presses the stop button, before turning to you.

“What are you doing?” you ask, the shiver in your voice betraying you.

              “You said that all the cool people are late, did you not?” he says, rolling up his sleeves to revel his massive, corded forearms. You nod, slowly, entranced by the man in front of you.

              “Well, then I feel like we have some time to spare then don’t we?”

You swallow thickly.

              “Words, Angel. You won’t get anything if you don’t use your words.”

“Yes.”    

              “Good girl, now, take off your panties.”

“What?!”

              August looks up at you, quirking his eyebrow.

              “You heard me, Angel.”

You lick your lips before slipping the silk dress up your thighs enough to push your lace panties down your thick thighs until you can step out of them.

              He extends his hand for them. You reach down, pick them up and carefully place them in palm. He lifts them to his nose and breathes in. “You smell divine.”

You can’t contain the whimper the creeps from your throat.

              He chuckles at the sounds, “I’m going to have so much fun ruining you.”

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[bernthal-brainrot]

hello all! welcome to my march smut marathon, which has a similar set-up to kinktober. here I will be posting mainly whenever I have stuff written so this might not be every day. All are x fem!reader so please keep that in mind.

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18+ only please and thank you. by pressing 'keep reading' you are agreeing to the exposure of smut. please read each individual warning. not your style? don't read it. i am not responsible for your media consumption. SOME DARK THEMES AHEAD.

00. mirror sex (ransom x reader)

01. against a wall (professor!bucky x reader)

02. ass worship (lee bodecker x reader)

03. knife play (winter soldier x avenger!reader)

04. size difference (geralt of rivia x reader)

05. deep-throating (college!peter parker x reader)

06. object insertion (bodyguard!steve x reader)

07. sixty-nine (baker!bucky x reader)

08. hate/angry sex (frank castle x reader)

09. praise kink (andy barber x reader)

10. sleepy sex (vampire!peter parker x reader)

12. begging (charles blackwood x reader)

13. edging (mob!tom holland x reader)

14. bath/shower (sugardaddy!sebastian x reader)

15. collaring (august walker x reader)

16. nipple play (sub!peter x reader)

17. pegging (pre-serum steve x reader)

18. cock worship (clark kent x reader)

19. overstimulation (bucky x reader)

20. phone sex (tom holland x reader)

21. a/b/o (alpha!ransom x reader)

22. thigh riding (th!Nathan Drake x reader)

23. window sex (dbf!andy barber x reader)

24. slow/soft sex (college!peter parker

25. titty fucking (sherlock holmes x reader)

26. pregnancy (henry cavill x reader)

27. aftercare (frank castle x reader)

28. cockwarming (bestfriend'sbrother!clark kent x reader)

29. period sex (aphrodesiac!peter x reader)

30. threesome (nick fowler x winter soldier x reader)

31. gangbang (henry cavill characters x chris evans characters x reader)

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[hertzwritings]

Closer

A/N: This is an anon request and let me tell you, I am EXCITED. It’s been a while since I’ve written something not… Dangerous… With August, so this is good for me – a little less problematic for my therapist.   Request: Pleeeease can I request Henry/Auggie bestfriend!AU with some impact play?

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Pairing: Best friend!August Walker x female reader

Contains: Language, smut (MINORS DNI), spitting, p in v, cream-pie, impact play, breath play, fingering, dirty talk, praise-kink, slight degradation-kink, mentions of guns, mentions of knives, mentions of blood, biting, slight size-kink if you squint, Dom!August, rough sex, Sub!Reader 

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 Closer

You sat down heavily in your chair and placed a beer in front of August, before glancing around at the pitiful collection of people in the bar. Of course, Fridays were normally filled with the stench of desperation, so that wasn’t all too surprising although you were slightly annoyed at the lack of fuckable people.

“You’re doing the lioness-thing again.” His voice made you shiver. “What thing?” You asked and turned to face him. He grinned and took a sip of his beer. “Little bird, you know what I mean.” You chuckled. “How’s work these days?” He lifted his eyebrow at you. “You’re shit at steering the conversation elsewhere, you know that, right?” You shrugged. Be as it might, but you had no intentions to talk to August about your fantasies or why you were on the lookout.

  “It’s fine. Getting my ass ridden into the crack-ass of dawn is just what I signed up for.” He sighed. “Sometimes, I think a different job would do me good.” “But you’re so good at taking down bad guys… According to you, at least.” He laughed. “You know I can’t talk more about it than that.” “here I thought it would be fun to have a secret agent as a best friend, but noooo, it’s all state secret this, international security that…” He laughed and was about to answer, when his eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched. You followed his eyes and saw a slender man approach your table with a confident smile, that didn’t waver once, despite August staring him down. Either he was very brave or very drunk.

“Hey, pretty lady.” He placed a hand on the back of your chair and leaned down – you cocked a disinterested eyebrow at him. “You look like you could use some company… From the right kind of man.” Okay, so definitely dumb and drunk. August snarled under his breath and that damned sound made you clench your thighs. He glared at the man and his hand twitched, almost as if he wanted to reach out and pulled you away from him. There was a sliver of possessiveness in his eyes as the man leaned in and tried to touch your cheek. “Touch, talk to her, smile or even look in this genera direction again, and I’ll rip your windpipe out with my fingers.” He hissed and moved his jacket just enough for the gun resting on his hip to be visible. Drunk dumb idiot didn’t let that dissuade him and turned back to you. “I think the woman can speak for herself.” You gagged. Fucking men and their egos. You flashed him a deadly smile. “Oh, I agree with him.” You nodded at August and crossed your legs. The shiny blade of your knife, that rested carefully in your holster on your thigh, glinted in the lights. He paled. “Insane people.” He left pretty quickly after that, and you groaned. “Didn’t know you’d started carrying a knife.” He said with a grin. “Well, someone gave me this lovely holster and beautiful knife, so it seemed very rude not to use it.” He grinned proudly and tipped his glass to you.

 “Why do you even go for these kind of… Men?” He asked after a few more beers, glancing out in the room, his voice dripping with sarcasm with the last word. You rolled your eyes. “Uh, I don’t go for them. They just…” You sighed. “They’re just there. It normally isn’t even good.” You scrunched your nose at the memory of your last one-night stand who barely touched your ass before flinching away. August bit back a smile and you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, asshole.” “No, no, I’m just… Curious about that expression.” He pointed to your face and despite your years of friendship, you felt heat rise to your cheeks – you never really talked about sex or anything you had a penchant for. “I- August, seriously? Can we not?” “Why? I’m curious.” He leaned over the table, his stupidly handsome face too close to yours, and you noticed that his pupils were slightly blown. Maybe it was the lights. “Dude, we’ve never talked about this before. We’re… Friends. Friends don’t talk about kinks.” You said, swallowing thickly. He refused to listen, apparently.

“But I want to know what gets you going. What… Makes you squirm and writhe. I want to hear you say whatever filthy things are running through your head, little bird.” You exhaled a shaking breath. How the hell did so little make you feel so much? “Okay. Fine. On one condition.” He raised an eyebrow at you. “You tell me after.” He chuckled darkly. “Deal.” He agreed quickly and shot you a devious smile. “Jesus… Okay.”

You felt hot and squirmed a little in your seat, gulping a large part of your beer down. Liquid courage did always seem to help you out. He was boring holes into you with his eyes and you licked your lips. Fuck it.

You locked eyes with him and leaned over the table yourself, pushing your chest up a little as you did; you didn’t miss his eyes flickering down to look, and a newfound confidence shot through you. You smiled slyly and kept your eyes locked on his, as you spoke. “If I tell you, I need to tell you all of it, right? All the things, that make me tick?” he nodded slowly, transfixed on you as you spoke. “Hm…” You licked your lips. “I like men. I like muscles, that make the seam across the shoulders almost pop under the sheer strain of them. I like….” You bit your lip and swallowed, trying to keep your composure. The air had shifted somehow between the two of you, now thick and loaded. His breathing was steady, but almost too steady. “I like facial hair. Oh, the feeling of it against my thighs? Fuck, that makes me wet.” You grinned at his expression. “I like thighs. The idea of a thigh so thick I could ride myself out on it? That’s fucking hot.” His eyes were dark. “But when it comes to the bedroom…” You sipped your beer. “I want to be ruined. God, just… I like to feel submissive. I like the feeling of leather hit the backs of my thighs, my ass, a hand on my face… Strong, thick fingers on my throat. I like to feel small, August.” You paused and added – almost as an afterthought: “Oh, man, I want to be bruised after. Just… Marked right the fuck up. I like the idea of people seeing that I belong to someone.” If you hadn’t been hyper focused on August, you might have missed the slight growl in his throat, or the way his eyes darkened; but you were staring him down, and you smiled innocently before leaning back in your chair, cocking your head to the side.

The carefully constructed façade that August had managed to build around himself for as long as you’d known him, was crumbling at the edges and you could almost feel it vibrating in the air.

“Now… I think the agreement was that you tell me now, right?” you grinned. “So, August… What gets you off?”

He snarled and stood, before walking to your side in a single stride, fingers locking around your arm, and he pulled you to your feet, his free hand searching for your things on the chair, gathering them. His grip was firm, but not uncomfortable and he stepped in front of you, your bodies flush as he lowered his face to yours.

“You, little bird.” Your breath hitched and you half expected him to kiss you senseless, but August was still August, so he groaned softly instead and pulled his face away from yours. In an instant, he had dragged you outside of the bar, leading you straight to his car. “Haven’t you had too many…?” You asked, but he shot you a deadly smile as he opened the door.

“You’d make a lousy detective, darling. I only had two.”

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How you got here, you didn’t know, nor did you question it. August’s lips on yours were like hot lava, melting away at any inhibitions you might’ve had before this. His tongue was magic, drawing small whimpers from you, his hands were fast, rough and thick around your waist, as he held you tightly to the wall of your apartment. He groaned against you when your teeth dragged against his lips, and you felt completely dwarfed by the sheer fucking size of him.

You moaned when his fingers found a patch of skin between your pants and your shirt, and you rolled your hips against him – you couldn’t help the smile on your lips, when you felt his hard cock press against his pants. “Fucking… Bedroom. Undress.” He was commanding and clear, despite the heaving breaths leaving him, and he sat you back down on the floor – when did he even lift you up? – and waited for you. You saw the way his eyes flashed, and it sent a shiver through your body; you ran as fast as you could to your bedroom, discarding clothes messily as you went, until you stood in front of your bed in nothing but your underwear, thanking yourself for matching your underwear today. He walked into the bedroom slowly, his fingers undoing his goddamn tie, and he began unbuttoning his shirt.

You felt like a prey being hunted with the way he looked at you. It was like he wanted to devour you. You whined and squeezed your legs together, trying to get friction somewhere, anything at this point, and he chuckled darkly.

“Oh, no, little bird. Not yet.” He still stood at least four paces away from you, but his voice wrapped itself around you in the same way his arms would’ve. He smiled wickedly at you and cocked his head to the side, observing you as small whimpers tumbled from your swollen lips. “Now… You wanted to be bruised, didn’t you, little bird?” you whined. “Yes.” He hummed at your response. “So responsive already. I don’t even have to make you submissive, you’re already there, aren’t you?” The man could’ve asked you to lick the tires of his car, and you would have done it gratefully, at this point. You nodded and closed your eyes; you couldn’t look at him anymore, the throb in your core simply too much. You heard, however, his slow steps, until his breath fanned over your face and his cologne enveloped you. Two fingers settled under your chin and lifted your head up. “Open your eyes.” You did and found his right on yours; his eyes were barely blue anymore, and your breath hitched at his stupid, handsome fucking face. “There’s a good girl.” He smirked. “Now… I want you to tell me a safe word.” “Pineapple.” You responded quickly and he laughed a little at your eagerness. “Good girl. If you can’t speak, you tap me three times with two fingers, if you want me to stop at any point.” He searched your eyes, making it very clear that rules mattered to him – which, in turn, made your knees buckle slightly, because it meant that he definitely had done this before. “You tell me if anything feels off or I do something, that crosses a line. You got it?” you nodded again. “Good. Get rid of this.” He pulled the strap of your bra and looked down at your panties. “When you’re free of that…” He scoffed at it, as if he wanted to never see the offending pieces of clothing again. “Hands and knees on your bed.” You nodded again and he took a step back, slowly undoing his belt and pants as you stripped in front of him.

He groaned when your body was finally fully on display in front of you. “Don’t ever wear anything when I’m around from now on.” He growled and nodded to the bed, as his pants dropped to his feet. Holy shit. His thighs were goddamn trees. You clambered onto the bed, placing yourself in the position he asked of you, and he hummed appreciatively at the sight.

“Good girl.” You preened under his praise, and you felt oddly at ease with being naked in front of him like this. His hand slid over your ass, gliding against the soft skin, warming you slowly; you were dripping wet already. You whined when his hand disappeared from your ass, but the anticipation of what was to come was greater; you were already heaving for a breath, trying to steady your shaking body just a little.

You didn’t get a warning, nor did you get a chance to prepare for the crack of his belt on your ass; you lurched forward and moaned loudly at the feeling of it. His hand found your ass again, smoothing over the angry welt. “You took that so well, love…” he whispered. You moaned again, when he spanked you lightly with his large hand, and you mewled at the loss of contact. You heard him suck in a sharp breath at your sound and a hand found its way around your throat, lifting you as easily as a feather, holding you on your knees, squeezing the air out of you. “What was that?” “No-nothing, I’m sorry!” You gasped against his hand. You knew he theoretically could snap your neck in a split second, and his grip might be hard, but it was loose enough for you to still breathe; he was putting pressure on your pulsepoints and it made you feel dizzy with lust. “Do that one more time, and I’ll go so hard you can’t sit down for a month.” He released your throat and you fell back to your hands, gasping. He chuckled and let a finger swipe at your dripping folds. “Oh, little bird… Aren’t you needy?”

And with that, his belt cracked down on you again, angry, red swelts rising in its wake; you were moaning, practically screaming, as he spanked you with the belt several times. You were shaking and dripping wet, your inner thighs coated in your own slick. He hummed and you were barely breathing, waiting for the next crack of the belt; instead, you felt searing but wonderful pain on the back of your thighs.

“F-fuck, August!” you whined as he repeated the action and with the final blow, you tumbled to your stomach, breath shaking and eyes unfocused. You felt the dip in the bed, before you really felt him, but a hand slid against your thighs and your ass, soothing the swelling and stinging slightly.

“Such a good girl for me… You took that so well, didn’t you?” You moaned as a thick finger dipped inside of you. “I wanted to do a whole lot more with you, but I can’t fucking wait a second longer to be inside of you.” He mumbled, kissing your naked shoulder. “Turn, Y/N.” you got your body turned with a little difficulty, a hiss passing your lips as your ass contacted the sheets under you. His eyes were soft. His hand came to rest on your cheek, while he got on top of you, and his free hand snaked down to your dripping folds. “Yes… Fuck yes… Need you…” You mumbled and bucked your hips, wanting him to just fuck you – finger, tongue, cock, even a toe would be great at this point. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re dripping for me.” He slid a finger inside of you and your hips bucked, fingertips gripping at your sheets like a fucking life raft. He fucked you with a finger, then added another and curled his fingers up, hitting your spot – you saw stars and rolled your hips to meet him. “That’s right, baby, fuck yourself on my fingers.” His words were a drug and you craved so much more – you were whining and whimpering as you fucked against his fingers, and you felt yourself clench around his fingers. “You want to cum on my fingers, little bird?” You nodded; all words were depleted completely from your brain. He chuckled and sped up. “Be a good girl for me… Fucking cum.” His words left his mouth at the same time as his free hand slapped you across the face.

You screamed as you came on his fingers, his roar of enjoyment filling your ears just as much as his fingers filled you out. You were writhing under him, your slick soaking the sheets under you. “Good girl… Look at you, so fucking cockdrunk already, and I haven’t even been inside of you yet.” He chuckled and leisurely moved his fingers inside of you. “So fucking needy, just ready to be ruined by me, aren’t you?” You whined. “A-august, please, please…. Just… Fuck me.” You were ready to cry.

You felt his spit land on your face and another slap across your cheek, spreading the spit on your face; you moaned his name. Fuck, that was hot. “Be good. Don’t demand anything form me, I decide what you deserve.” His voice was rough, and he nudged your legs apart with his knees. “Fuck, I wanted to let you ride my thigh until you were fucking blind, but I can’t wait…” He hummed. “I’ve wanted to be inside of you since I met you, little bird.” He grabbed your face roughly and pulled his fingers out of you, leading them to your lips. He tapped your lips once with his soaked fingers, and you opened your mouth willingly, sucking your own arousal from his fingers. “Good girl…” You tried to claw at his hips to get him to your face, but he just laughed. “Not right now, baby. I want to be inside of you.” You finally managed to get some of your wits back and pouted, his fingers slipping from your mouth. “Guess I’ll reserve that for later, then.” He chuckled at your response and lined himself up with your dripping folds; you felt him shake slightly with willpower as he held back. You’d never known August to hold anything back, and you were not ready for him to start now.

You slid your hands around his neck and pulled his face to yours, your noses bumping before you kissed him deeply. “Ruin me.” You whispered against his lips, and he growled. Whatever he had left to hold him back had disappeared with your words, and he sheathed himself inside of you in a single thrust. He was big and he stretched you wildly. “Fuck, you can’t... I, August, I can’t take…” He chuckled and pushed deeper. “You can and will take all of me.” He bottomed out and you almost came as he twitched against your cervix. Shit.

He fucked into you with no care, no precision, the carefully curated look was gone – he was feral, grunting and groaning as his cock slid deep inside of you, your walls clenching around his thick cock. He was dragging against your walls, and you were never going to be the same – nor would you want to be after this. You wrapped your legs around his waist and angled your hips a little, allowing him deeper inside of you. His hand went to your chest, rolling and pinching your nipple roughly, while the other grabbed a tight hold on your hair, fisting it and tugged on it, eliciting a loud moan of his name from your lips. You were so fucking close again, your eyes rolling back in your head. “Fuck, look at you… taking me so well, aren’t you?” His breathing was labored, and you wanted to die when he sped up even more, rutting in and out of you. “Look at my fucking cock splitting you… Fuck.” He stopped suddenly and you whined at being denied your orgasm. He chuckled and bit down on your lip hard enough to draw blood; you writhed under him, and he licked the drop of blood from your lip with the tip of his tongue.

He rolled to his back, grabbing you and practically lifting you on top of him, letting you sink slowly down on his cock, both of you hissing. He slapped your thighs with a thick hand and the feeling of his skin colliding with yours made you clench around him. “Such a good, little whore for me… Ride me.” He grabbed your hips and held you as you began rolling your hips and then bounced on his hard cock – the wet sounds of your sopping pussy filled the small bedroom along with his grunts.

“Please… I’m so fucking close, please…” You were whining and moaning, but you couldn’t do it fast enough to get you where you needed to be; he grinned at you and held your hips in a bruising grip, his feet grinding into the mattress.

Your eyes rolled back in your head and your legs trembled as he began fucking you deeply and roughly, clearly chasing his own high as well. You felt his hand leave your hip and hit your ass, the smack resonating in the room – you mewled and before you had time to ask, even think, you came around him. Your slick coated the base of his cock and his stomach, his growl accompanying your loud wanton moans as you came, pleasure crashing into you like waves against a rock. You couldn’t hold yourself up, your torso flopping down on his. “Fuck, I’m going to…” He moaned and the sound made your pussy clench around him again. You were still hazed from your own high as he lost his rhythm, his hand holding tightly to your ass. “Fuck, Y/N… I’m going to fucking fill you.” You mewled and pressed down on him as he came. Hot, thick ropes of cum painted your walls white, and you moaned at the feeling of it filling you. You were both panting and twitching as you came down from your highs, and you were heaving for air. He gently rolled to the side, cock still in you and you relaxed against his chest, the soft bed under you feeling like a damn cloud. He twitched inside of you, and you chuckled lazily. “Again?” He kissed your forehead softly. “I have a lot of years of catching up to do.” He answered in a whisper. “Hm.” You sighed happily and kissed his chest.

“Next time, we’re going to my apartment.” He said after a while, drawing lazy circles on your back. “Why?” “Well… I have a lot more toys.” He said with a chuckle. “And you said something about being marked as belonging to someone, right?” “Right.” You felt yourself grow wetter at the unspoken promise. His fingers found your throat again and he lifted your face to kiss him.

“How would it look with my fingerprints on your throat, little bird?”

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[buckyownsmylife]

At Last - August Walker smut

The one where August is your bodyguard and neither of you are too happy about it.

Warnings: smut, bodyguard!august,  somewhat bratty!reader, semi-public sex, daddy kink, oral sex (f), fingering, pussy slapping, cursing, edging,  begging, p in v, degradation, choking, name-calling, hair-pulling, squirting, slight cumplay, anal play, anal sex, threats of double and triple penetration

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: requested by @sultrycavills​!

August prided himself in not making many mistakes.

There was that one time he took a wrong turn and ended up having to engage in combat when he had strict orders not to.

There was the time that led him to being shot - although one could argue that wasn’t even his error in the first place, but of the rookie they sent to work with him on that assignment.

And then there was the time he accepted this job. There was no mistaking it and no sugarcoating it - this entire situation has definitely been an error on his part.

“Do you want to keep me on a leash or something? Is it a kinky thing? ‘Cause it kinda turns me on, not gonna lie,” you commented like it was no big deal, pushing him out of your way as you walked into your closet to choose what you were going to wear to the big ball August didn’t want you attending.

August suppressed a groan at your words - maybe of impatience, maybe at the mental image of you crawling towards him, wearing nothing but a collar.

Of course, the only situation you liked being told what to do was in bed. Not for the first time, August wished he could shut you up, maybe gag you with his cock or something.

“You’re being stupid,” he pointed out. It was enough to have you whipping around to face him, narrowed eyes showing fire in them. He hated when you got like this, mostly because it made him harder like nothing else.

“You know what, August?” Crossing your arms in front of your body, you raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m getting really fucking tired of your judgment. Why the fuck do you think I care what you think of the way I’m behaving?”

Grinding his teeth, August tried to control himself as he answered. “Because your father pays me to tell you what I think of the situations you put yourself in.”

Your eyes lit up at his explanation, and he knew right then that he had fallen directly on your trap.

“Oh, you mean that you’re my employee, then? You have to do as I say at all times?” You asked, smirk on your face. August really wanted to punch the wall behind you.

“I’m employed by your father,” he tried to correct it, but you weren’t having any of it. Already laughing as you shook your head, you turned your back to him and focused on the multitude of makeup in front of your vanity.

“Well, he’s not here now, is he? Which means I’m the second best thing.” August had a million arguments to refute it, but seeing as the most pressing one was that he was pretty sure you were the best thing, he decided to bite his tongue. “What are you still doing here?” You questioned, looking over your shoulder to find him standing there. “Go get ready!”

And so he did, but after spending a significant time cursing the back of your head. He closed the bathroom’s door with such force that it was a surprise when it didn’t break, but he was too tense to even care.

Only you could get him this way. And he knew precisely why. Before he could realize what he was doing, he had his hand around his aching cock, jerking it off in an effort to release some of that tension because Lord knows you’d only keep driving him up a wall the entire evening.

His intuition proved right the second he met you at the garage and took in what you were wearing.

“The fuck is that?” You turned around in surprise, not having heard him arrive - although you were used to it by now. August could move surprisingly silently for a man of his size.

You didn’t understand what he was referring to until you saw his eyes trail down your body, analyzing the very little fabric that was covering it.

“Don’t you like it?” You teased, posing for him. “I can’t even wear underwear with this, it’s so tight!” That last part was whispered right by his ear - or as close as you could get to it.

This was your plan - this is what you had been doing ever since August was employed for your protection. You’d tried to break him down since day one, and the longer he valiantly resisted your advances, the bolder you became.

Was it really your fault that he was so fucking hot?

“You’re not going out like that,” August frowned, hands curled into fists as he stared you down. Amused, you crossed your arms in front of your body - making your chest stand out - as you sassed, “And what are you gonna do about it?”

He didn’t even give you time to prepare. Before you could realize it, he had pulled you against his chest, making you trip on your high heels as you fell on him.

“I’m gonna take you right here, right now.” You didn’t process what was happening until you were shoved on the hood of the car, your dress becoming but scraps hanging over your body with August’s sheer show of strength.

It made you wet as nothing else. Still, you insisted, “Let go of me, Walker.” The man before you only smirked, eyes darker than you were used to seeing when he took your cheeks in his hand, puckering your lips.

“It’s daddy from now on, sweetheart.” And that’s when you realized how screwed you were. “You’re finally gonna do as you’re told,” he informed you, pulling you until your ass was almost hanging out of the car so he could kneel between your legs and be eye-level to your spread out pussy.

Despite your hammering heartbeat, you weren’t exactly scared. Yes, you knew what August was capable of doing, you knew how damn strong he was - and the departure of your outfit was only a small reminder of that - but that was precisely why you had wanted him so much.

You wanted to see how his strength played out in this context, and so you were eager to welcome his touch when his tongue licked your lower lips open so he could bury his face in your achingly empty cunt.

“You’re so fucking easy,” he chuckled against your nub at your immediate cry of a moan, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You didn’t know if he was referring to how sensitive you were to his touches or to how you gave yourself to him without much of a fight, but all that mattered right then was that he kept on licking and slurping your pussy, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

The light in the garage was minimal, just enough to distinguish the fire of desire in August’s eyes as he stared up at you from between your legs. Who knew oral sex could be this good? You’d never had anyone pay you this much attention before, and you were quickly learning what you had been missing out on.

All thoughts of the party you should be headed to disappeared from your scattered brain as he shoved two thick fingers into you, making you cry out loud and pull on his hair. Instinctively, you started to grind back against his digits, seeing as he just kept them inside of you, stretching you out, but didn’t actually move them.

“Fuck, you really like this, don’t you?” He mocked, only for you to whine at the reverberations of his voice against your cunt. The feeling of his facial hair brushing against your swollen clit didn’t help it either, and so you ended up admitting in a small, broken, “Y-yes.”

That earned you a slap on your wet pussy, a slap that had you gasping for air in the empty garage. “Yes, what?” He asked, and you rushed to correct, “Yes, daddy! Yes!”

He seemed satisfied with it because he got back to eating you out with ferocity. It wasn’t long before stars exploded behind your closed eyelids, you hips jutting up in search of your release.

“Oh,” you moaned, already prepared to fall into bliss, but much to your surprise, August pulled away, stopping any and all stimulation to your body. “W-what?”

“Can’t reward your shitty behavior,” he explained, leaning back over you when he was sure you weren’t on the edge of your orgasm anymore. “I’m not letting you cum until I get my cock inside of you.”

You didn’t take the news well, to say the least. At first, you stared at him like he had grown two heads, which only had him chuckling against your pussy, reigniting your sensitivity and your hunger for a release.

“You can’t be serious,” you whined just as his fingers made their way into you again. His silence warned you that his threat wasn’t empty, and so he almost made you cum two other times before you actually broke down and begged, “Please, daddy! Please!”

You were hoping that hearing you so whiny would give you what you wanted, but once again he just stopped. You were about to start crying when he got up from his kneeling position and for a second, you got distracted. You thought he was going to kiss you - you wanted him to kiss you. But he just turned you around and bent you over the car, the sound of his slacks being undone making you tremble in anticipation.

I guess in a way, you truly were getting what you wanted because now that you had his thick cock splitting you open, he had to let you cum.

“You’re so fucking soaked,” he groaned, each word punctuated with a rough thrust that had the head of his member pressing against your sweet spot. Because of course, August Walker wouldn’t hold off on his own pleasure to wait for you to adjust to him, oh, no. He was ramming you in a way that let you no doubt: this was more for him than for you. You were taken hostage by his hips and all you could do was accept that you were now his.

“Fuck, yes!” He roared, “This is where you belong, this is all you’re good for, brat. From now on, I’m gonna use you anytime I need to get off.”

Why the fuck did that turn you on so much? You should be screaming at him for treating you like this, and instead, all you could do was moan and hold on for dear life as his hand found its way around your neck, clutching it to cut off your breathing.

“I know you like it, little girl. I can feel your cunt clenching every time I remind you I’m only fucking you because you’re here and you’re easy.” Tears rose up to your eyes, collected at your eyelashes and still, you didn’t want him to stop. “A needy whore like you… You just like being filled, don’t you? It doesn’t even matter who it is, as long as you’re being split open around some dick.”

He pulled you by your hair so your back was pressed against his chest, the sting electrifying you just as his fingers started to rub your clit.

“If I knew this was all you needed to finally do as you’re told…” He kept mocking, “… All you needed was a good pounding, and now you’re just some dumb little slut, giving more of yourself to me with every moan.”

And that did it. His dirty words were enough to have you cumming, your pussy squirting your juices around his dick for the first time in your life.

“Holy fuck,” he cursed, taking in the mess you’d made of both you and him. You whined when he pulled out of you and slammed you against the hood of the car again, but you welcomed the cold surface, body limp as his fingers collected as much of your moisture as possible only to rub it against your other hole, and then you were tense again.

“Have you ever done this before, brat?” He inquired, finger already making its way into your ass before you had the chance to answer. You were surprised by the loud moan that escaped you as he managed to get knuckle deep inside of you - you were surprised by how much you liked it, but he didn’t seem surprised. All he did was chuckle at the reappearance of your neediness, watching with delight as you started to thrust back against him. “Wouldn’t be surprised if you had, sluts like you always let anyone take what they need from your whorish body, huh?”

Again, no offense was taken as you felt another one of his thick digits press against the right of muscle, forcing it to accept what he was offering. Retreating the first finger almost completely, he began to slowly fuck you open, scissoring you to accept something much bigger than even three of his fingers could offer.

“But don’t worry, brat,” he calmed you, free hand running down your back to keep your body pressed against the car. “You’re gonna love feeling me in here. I’ll show you.”

That was all the warning you got before he retreated his hand, and when you felt something press against your ass again, you recognized it was his cock, spearing you open, stretching you out further than you’d ever been stretched over there.

“Fuck,” he grunted, fingers pressing your hips so tightly you whimpered in pain. “So fucking tight… I’m gonna enjoy ruining all of your holes.”

He gripped your hair with one hand and with the other, buried his digits in your pussy, pressing against your channel as if to verify his cock was truly inside of you.

“Gonna shove one of your toys in here next time, keep your hands tied up so I can shut you up with a dildo. Fill you up in every hole.” The picture he painted was so debauched, it had you clenching around him, cumming one last time as he roared, his own control snapping at the feeling of your ass squeezing him so tight.

“I hope you’re ready, little girl…” He teased once he caught his breath, cock still unbelievably hard and buried to the hilt in your ass. “You’ll never remember how it felt to be without my cock in one of your slutty hungry holes.”

More from bodyguard!August...

the one with the aftercare

more aftercare

the one where he realises he wants a future with you

~ Are there any other ideas someone would like me to write about bodyguard!August and reader?

#my fics #august walker smut #august walker #smut #bodyguard au #my requests #august walker requests #august walker x reader #august walker reader #august walker reader insert #august walker reader inserts

[stargirlfics]

Henry Cavill + Characters fanfic masterlist

MUST BE 18+ TO READ - titles marked with * include smut

read from my henry blurbs and drabbles here

all are written as black/woc reader inserts but anyone is welcome and encouraged to read!

Make Me *

Your shitty week at work turns into you acting out at home and Henry is absolutely fed up with your behavior

Everything I Want *

You’re feeling insecure about your weight and afraid Henry might leave you for someone better. Henry wants to show you that’s far from the case

All Nighter *

Henry lets you rest your head in his lap on the way back home from a party when things soon take a messy and steamy the in the backseat

Waiting Game *

You end up quarantined with Henry just months into dating and now you’re both left to deal with your growing connection as well as the rising sexual tension

Meltdowns

(DDLG THEMES - Daddy!Henry x Little!Reader) Insecurities come up after a play date and Henry is there to help work through them with you and comfort you

He Can Only Hold Her

You and Henry get into an argument (hurt/comfort)

Crybaby Blues

(DDLG THEMES - Daddy!Henry x Little!Reader) When Henry discovers you’ve brought your paci out of the house, there’s many a consequence to be had

GERALT OF RIVIA

The Hunt *

Geralt chases you through the woods

AUGUST WALKER

Crawling Back To You *

You love him but know he’s hiding something about who he is, breaking up would be for the best but August can’t just let you go that easy

[thetaoofzoe]

Fic: You, The Boy, and The Golden Shoes 1/1

Title: You, The Boy, and The Golden Shoes

Pairing: Henry Cavill X YOU (AU)

Word Count: 1890

Summary: Girl you are a fucking mess. How you managed to keep a top tier lad such as Henry, your sanity and a flagging perfume company is beyond me. 

Rating: Nothing you wouldn’t share with mum. Slice of life, fluff, reality, tiny bit of angst, but it has a happy ending. :)

Note: This is a bit different than my usual fare, and of course AU, so I hope you like it. 

You knew that if you stood there one moment longer, sodden in the cold drizzle, bare knees scraped and bleeding, face illuminated by the sickly pink neon Girls Girls Girls sign, and staring drunkenly at the plump old ladies eating ice cream inside the sweets shop, you’d likely start screaming.

What else was there to do on a wet Friday night, but scream into the void?

‘Show us yer tits!’

A man’s ugly voice jerked you out of your despair.

It took a moment to force focus from the ice cream ladies to the window’s watery reflection in time to see the raggedy white car crawling along the edge of the kerb, slow enough so that the equally as raggedy man in a splotchy tie dyed shirt could give you a right old shouting at. The driver behind him leaned on the car horn and with tires hydroplaning on the wet road the white car moved on.

I deserve it, you thought, and tried to push your wig upright on your head again.

The synthetic strands were waterlogged and the entire thing had begun to make its migration down one side of your head as if searching for dry refuge.

You are a fucking mess, girl, your mouthed to your reflection.

Making a sour face, you tried to use the edges of your dirty fingers to clean up the oozing mascara. But you only succeeded in smearing the sticky water proof khol down your cheeks and ended up looking as if you were preparing for some concrete jungle camouflage.

Maybe becoming one with the macadam was a good idea. It was the perfect time to just disappear and never come back, especially considering how you’d just ruined your life. The strap of your shiny gold dress slithered off of your shoulder and with a growl of frustration you hooked it with your thumb and dragged it up again.

You then glanced down at your dirty gold lamé pumps. The sudden shift of your booze heavy head caused your stomach to roil unpleasantly and wanting to prevent seeing those 5 whiskey sours and cherries make an encore appearance, you looked up at the ice cream ladies.

They seem to be enjoying themselves, you thought, miserably. I hope they rot. 

In the reflection you could see yet another car slowing and coming to a stop directly behind you.

‘Oh fuck me,’ you muttered, when you saw a tall dark haired man get out and pop open a clear plastic umbrella to shield himself from the drizzle.

A vague thought drifted like a fluffy cloud across your drink addled brain.

Looks like the same umbrella that I have. Really, similar… hmm I wonder where I left it.  I really liked that umbrella.

The man walked close and a painful tension clenched between your shoulder blades. You hoped he was either heading for the candy shop or the porno house and not about to harass you.

‘I’ve been looking everywhere for you!’ he shouted.

The anger was clear and sharp in his voice and mingled with an overlay of concern. In the window’s reflection you watched him drag a hand through his curls.

Henry. 

‘Why did you run off like that?’ he asked, quieter this time and moved close to hold the umbrella over you.

You watched the old ladies abruptly burst into laughter over something. Then the one with her back to the window suddenly turned round to look you directly in the face. They had obviously been talking about the nutcase who was watching them through the window and embarrassed, you turned to face the man behind you.

‘How did you find me?’ you asked him and messily palmed the rain from your face.

Henry sighed and looked heavenward as if asking for deliverance from your special brand of crazy.

‘You’re not hard to miss,’ he said gesturing to your ruined and mud splattered evening gown.

You looked down at yourself and self consciously dragged the slipping strap back up onto your shoulder again.

‘Well, that’s what happens when you go crawling through the hedge.’

Henry gaped at you a moment then one-handed, shrugged out of his evening jacket and draped it about your shoulders. His hand drifted to your lower back and it was such a familiar gesture that it couldn’t be more of a Henry-move if he tried.

Mmm, he smells good though, you mused, catching his scent from the jacket and clutching the lapels of the jacket tighter.

Although you were grateful for his chivalry, you didn’t allow him to exert that soft, manly pressure against your back to hurry you along to the car. You wanted to wallow for a moment longer.

Henry stopped trying to guide you to safety and just stood there, observing you sympathetically and fortunately, silently. He had a tendency to talk every problem to death until he felt better about the situation, no matter how you felt about it. But, he was getting better about that and you put a hash mark on his side of your mental scoreboard.

Wanting to explain yourself and your outlandish behaviour, you spread your hands and tried to speak. But you couldn’t find a coherent explanation for why you did what you did.

‘I’m sorry,’ you said finally.

‘Why did you run away?’ he asked, jumping at the chance to get the conversation rolling.

Looking up at him, you scoffed with disbelief.

‘Why did I run away?’ you sneered in response.

The fundraiser had been a disaster. You had been a fucking disaster.

All you needed was for the earth to open you up and swallow you up to your neck, leaving your head free for birds to perch on. But no, you had to deal with the ramifications of the worst moments of your life. 

It all started at the beginning of the year when a recluse aunt dropped a strange and failing fragrance company into your lap. Did she give you actual ownership where you could reap the benefits of being a company woman? 

No.

 She’d made you the figurehead who did all of the work to keep the business afloat whilst she did whatever recluses did in the south of France.

So, who could blame you for taking a little credit here and there as your hard work began to increase market shares. Who could blame you for slipping into her vacated persona and eventually into her name? It helped the business, for Christ sakes!

It definitely helped to have a face with the name so that people could deal directly with you, rather than by carrier pigeon, of whatever archaic method of communication your aunt liked to use. You never understood what she wanted anyway, so you ran things the way you saw fit.

From that point everything had proceeded swimmingly. You had a flourishing career, a bright future and a handsome lad. Henry was amazing and the sex…oh Jesus.

That was, until your reclusive aunt decided that the reclusive lifestyle just wasn’t for her any more. She’d turned up at a fundraiser you’d organised, in order to steal your spotlight once again. Word had spread like a raging grease fire that you were a fraud and you had tried to swindle a poor little old lady out of her fortunes. When in truth, it was you who saved the drowning business with its foul scent combinations and turned it a healthy, popular and thriving company.

So what did you do? When all accusing eyes were pinned on you?

You ran. As usual.

It really didn’t help that the house where the fundraiser was being held, was on a steep hill surrounded by thick hedges. It also didn’t help that you’d tried to leave through a balcony door that dumped you right out at the apex of that hill. It was a long way down and your rump became acquainted with every rock and bump and mudslide this side of the Mississippi.

You ripped your dress, muddied your 5000 quid shoes and dislodged your fabulous wig. And it was only later that you found refuge and solace on a high street off shoot road that boasted curries, candy and naked girls.

And that’s also where Henry found you.

‘If this is about what your aunt said,’ he began and you stiffened, waiting for the blow of his disapproval and eventual breakup. ‘It… doesn’t make sense.’

You looked up to meet his unbearably fond gaze.

‘You did all of the work. If it weren’t for you, there would be no business. You are the rightful head of it. Not her.’

‘Henry,’ you sighed, relief choking off your words.

You cleared your throat.

See? Amazing lad, isn’t he.

‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t more honest. I–‘

‘You didn’t lie to me,’ he said, smiling a little to reassure you, his hand sliding about your waist to pull you close. ‘If you had to stretch the truth a little to succeed well…’

He shrugged lazily as if it all didn’t matter one whit to him.

Holding your wig so that it wouldn’t slide forward, you leaned in to kiss him, grateful that you still hadn’t ruined everything. At least in his eyes, for Henry always saw the best in you.

‘Thank you. But… I still trashed my reputation.’

And in business, reputation was Queen.

Henry was about to say something, but the soft ring tone of the beginning of the 80s song ‘Take on me’ interrupted him. 

It was your publicist.

‘Hello?’ you asked, defeated and hesitant, bracing for the fury.

Henry righted your wig and mashed it down on your head to prevent it from shifting like an awkward cake.

‘Why did you run off?’ she laughed. ‘I saw you! You took a swan dive out of the window! Are you coming back?’

‘Coming back?’ you asked, looking at Henry.

He pointed to himself with brows raised as if asking, /me/?

You shook your head.

‘Well, yes. This is your company and your fundraiser, right? We can’t make the final toast with you.’

You were flabbergasted. Surely you weren’t welcomed back after what had happened.

‘But, my aunt,’ you began. ‘She… I… I shouldn’t have said that I was–‘

The publicist cut you off.

‘Look, honey. It’s true, her name is on the deed, but we all know who’s the star. You can write it off as a publicity stunt and come out with a new perfume called… Escape or something. With notes of tobacco , mud and whiskey. They’ll love it.’

You stood in stunned silence and the knot in your chest slowly unravelled as the realisation that you hadn’t ruined your life began to dawn.

‘I can’t come back now. I’m a mess. I’ll leave you to do the toast for me. Just tell them something. You’re good at that.’

‘Ok, honey. I’m going with the Escape thing, ok? So you’d better come up with something amazing.’

You disconnected the call and stood there, leaning against Henry and contemplating this peculiar turn of events.

‘All right?’ he asked and you nodded.

‘Can I at least get you into the car?’ he continued gently. ‘You’re shivering. Let me take you home.’

‘I’d rather have some ice cream, if you don’t mind.’

You saw him look through the window behind you and smile.

‘I could go for some as well,’ he replied and together you walked into the shop.

Suddenly life wasn’t quite so bad.

-end

#henry cavill #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x you #reader insert #august walker #clark kent #man of steel #geralt #the witcher

[foodieforthoughts]

Thank you, Daddy

Summary: August loves to gift his girl some creamy pie on her birthday.

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Warnings: 18+, explicit smut, male!dom, fem!sub, spread eagle, handcuffs, use of toys, fingering, orgasm denial, squirting, edging, cunt slapping, slight degradation, chocking, multiple orgasms, vaginal penetration, cream pie, cum swallow, bodily fluids

A/N: Are you seeing those warnings? This is the filthiest smut fic I have ever written! Thanks to @agniavateira for listening to my ideas and providing with helpful pointers.

Title: Thank you, daddy

Lying in complete nakedness, your legs spread wide with little to no movement possible, you kept an eye on the sinfully beautiful man standing by the table picking up a bottle of lube in his hand. You discreetly tried to strain your wrists against the handcuffs tied to your ankles, trying to make no sound.

"Don't." Came his firm command. Steel blue eyes glared at you, halting your movements in an instant. You craned your neck to look at him, dropping your gaze down his shirtless body, travelling to his pelvis. Gulping nervously, you stared at his hardening cock straining against the front of his pants.

Your heart picked up a pace when August walked towards you, pink silicone toy in his hand glistening with the lube slathered over it. He had not even touched you and yet your cunt was already dripping wet. Desire burned in the pit of your belly when he knelt on the bed, his fingers delicately gliding up your thighs, stopping to hover over your warm center.

"You angered me today, kitten." He drawled, voice laced with formidable authority. Your senses tingled under his ardent gaze, mouth going dry as his fingertips brushed against your folds.

Biting your lower lip and bucking your hips to rub your pussy against his hand, you smiled coyly at the beholder of all your wildest fantasies. "I thought daddy liked my dress."

"I did. What I didn't like was how you decided to forgo your panties." August gritted his teeth, leaning to come to your face. His breath was laced with the smell of whiskey; his unique musk flooding your nostrils, stirring a voracious need. Eyebrows knitted together, his cerulean eyes bore into you with ferocious intensity. "Bending in front of the other men, flashing your cunt. Aren't you a little slut?"

His warm breath washed over your face, spreading over your heated skin as he took a moment to close his eyes. You looked at the tempting curve of his lips under the hood of his moustache, wetting yours with the tip of your tongue as a rapturous hunger took over you. You tried to touch his thigh near your ankle, the chain of the handcuffs jingling with your movements. Grunting as he opened his eyes, stealing your breath away with the fiery ardour in his orbs, August moved the toy from one hand to another and you heard the familiar buzzing of the vibrator. Before you could utter a sound, his mouth was on your neck while he rimmed the vibrating silicone phallus around your aching entrance.

Your body jerked in response, licentious moans falling from your lips as August assaulted your trembling pussy with the toy. You hissed when he bit down on the sensitive spot at the junction of your neck, your thighs quivering as he inserted the pulsating artificial member, twisting it to rub against the bundle of nerves inside. You closed your eyes with a shriek when August sat up, bringing his other hand to land a slap at your tits, moving to rub at your clit.

"Ask for permission when you want to cum." August growled, thrusting the gratifying object repeatedly inside your squelching cavern. You pulled at your restrains, wanting to touch your man, to feel his muscles under your fingertips. But August deprived you of that want, keeping your legs open with his elbow resting on your thigh while he drew you closer to your high.

As he worked his calloused fingers on your painfully stimulated clit, you felt the tightening in your belly, fervid urgency building up inside you. You gripped the sheets, groaning as the walls of your pussy clenched around the toy.

"Can I cum, daddy?" You rasped, the coil ready to break with your looming orgasm. "Please, can I cum?" You begged, tears springing in your eyes at the torturous denial of pleasure.

"Apologise for what you did." August ordered, hammering the toy inside you, leaving your glistening pearl to press down on your pelvis. You groaned at the renewed flame of wanton need to let go, crying as you couldn't hold it in any longer. With a scream you felt the coil snap, clear liquid spraying in a jet of stream, dampening the sheets as you saw stars behind your closed eyelids.

But it wasn't a moment for you to bask in your ecstasy as a stinging slap to your cunt made you yelp in agony.

"Ask." August scolded angrily, bringing his hand to smack at your reddening petals again. Your body lurched at the impact, your juices dribbling down your folds.

"Sorry, daddy." You sobbed, gulping lungful of air before apologising again. You couldn't help but whimper when August pulled the toy out of your trembling hole, only to moan when his fingers entered your cunt. Your toes curled as he hooked his digits, pounding his hand inside you and prodding the spot that had you arching your back.

"Daddy, please," You begged, heaving as the coil began winding again. "Can I cum, please?" You asked, writhing as August's fingers moved fervently, edging you closer to your release.

The dark walls of his bedroom echoed with only your strained moans and August's heavy breaths. Sweat covered your entire body as you concentrated on following August's orders or be punished again. His commanding "Yes" was all it took as your inner walls convulsed around his fingers, with an all consuming orgasm accompanied by shuddering muscles and luscious bliss.

While you floated down from your euphoric heaven, August discarded his pants and pumped his rigid cock with his hand.

"Daddy, I want you." You squeaked, reaching out to him with your bound hands.

Laying on your body, dark scruff on his chest grazing your flushed skin, August cradled your head in his hands. Caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, he captured your lips for a blazing kiss, moving his tongue along with yours, as you groaned into his mouth. His cock laid heavy and thick on your thigh, twitching when you sucked at his bottom lip until it turned red.

"You are a slut," He gently slapped at your cheek, smirking as he reached down between your bodies. He lined his bulbous tip at your unguarded entrance, and menacingly whispered, "But you are my slut." He brought his hand to your neck, pressing down, as he shoved his entire length inside your yielding cunt.

You wheezed, shutting your eyes at the intrusion. August rammed into you with fervour while keeping a steady pressure on your fragile neck. Your lungs fought against your rib cage, straining to take in air.

"Daddy," You chocked out, the sound of August's heavy balls slapping against your ass mingling with your gasps. He grunted above you, his pelvis rutting against your clit, the tip of his cock knocking at the apex of your womb.

When he let go of your airway, the sudden rush of unbridled delectation had your core squeeze around his cock, struggling screams leaving your lips as you were overcome with grappling rhapsody. August kept your legs from closing in on him by digging his fingers in the soft flesh of your thighs. He impaled your tormented pussy, chasing his high and with a guttural, animalistic groan he shot his thick load inside you, painting your walls white.

Sweat slicked bodies struggled to catch their breaths, as August rested against you. You winced when he pulled out, sitting back on his knees and running his fingers through your folds.

"Open up." He instructed, his eyes glimmering with malice, as you watched him get the thick concoction of your juices up to your lips. You licked his fingers clean, purring as you swallowed the salty liquid.

"Happy birthday, kitten." August pushed your hair out of your face. "You didn't ask to cum, but I'll let that last one pass."

Holding onto your ankles, you grinned at him and gleefully said, "Thank you, daddy."

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[quietmyfearswith]

longing stares ; august walker x fem!reader

status — completed oneshot

word count — 5,515 words

summary — in which august walker made the mistake of hurting the love of his life — thinking he had the upper hand, but in reality it hurts him even more than he cares to admit.

warnings — SMUT, unprotected penetrative sex, oral sex (f receiving), handjob, degradation? angst?? fluff? swear words, august talking down/shit about another boy, window sex

pairing — august walker x fem!reader

summary — in which august walker made the mistake of hurting the love of his life — thinking he had the upper hand, but in reality it hurts him even more than he cares to admit.

a/n — DNI IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, so this was inspired by this post, but i wanted to twist it up a bit to fit the song that inspired me to write,,, so i hope it turned out alright :> feedback is very much appreciated! 

tagging — @cruelfvkingsummer​

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The pencil that he balanced between his fingers snapped into two as he saw a sleazy employee's frail hands touch her shoulders affectionately. At first the Hammer found it foolish when Sloane told him his personal office would have two-way mirrors for walls; but now he was more than thankful for it as he was sitting down behind his desk because it allowed him to watch the scene unfold without them knowing about his intense stare at them. His piercing gaze would have buried this son of a bitch who dared touch what’s his as she was burying herself with work.

Well, what was his to be more accurate. But his brain couldn’t fully absorb that fact as his fingers were hastily sending a text to Benji that he was sending someone over to his department and to keep the idiot busy for as long as it took. Leaving his phone on the table, he didn’t bother to wait for a reply as he sauntered over to the outside of his office and opened the door as he called out, “Jonathan, Benji needs you in his department. Something about a malfunctioning gadget.” The brunette pointed to himself as he wondered, “Me? My name’s Joshua.”

“In case I haven’t made it clear, I don’t care about your name, John, I just need you to get over down and check out the malfunctioning device — and I’m not talking about your brain.” Y/N gasped out loud at what August said, for it was unusual for him to talk shit about others; she could only watch Joshua as he excused himself to go to the 30th floor where he was being called for.

Once he vanished within her line of sight, she brought her eyes to look at August who had a stern expression on his face, “You, in my office. Now.” As his voice left no room for questions, she stood up from her chair and entered his all too familiar work space. “What the hell was that about, Walker?” Her hands rested on her hips as she raised her voice at him once he came in too after closing the door to give them privacy. “What was what, princess?”

He mimicked her by placing his hands on his hips too; but he didn’t have the combination of a frown and pout that she had, instead there was a smirk on his lips. “You don’t get to call me that,” Even though she loved the way the nickname rolled off his tongue and how it was reserved solely for her, she now hated how it just served as a reminder of their past, “Not anymore, Walker. So cut the shit and answer my question”

Bobbing his Adam's apple up and down, August was cursing with how cold and serious she was being. “I didn’t like the way he was getting too close with you,” There was no reason for him to fabricate a lie so he decided to just tell the truth. “Well that’s rich,” She scoffed as she crossed her arms against her chest and looked at him with disgust, “You decide you don’t want me and yet no one else gets to have at least a chance with me?”

His brain interpreted what she said differently as he slowly moved towards her, speaking dangerously low, “Yes, princess, that’s exactly what it means. No one in this fucking world gets you, because you’re all mine. I don't care if they're a rookie in the CIA or some royalty. They will have to kill me before they get to you.” If it were someone else, they would have shivered in fear once they were backed against a wall by a trained, skilled CIA agent who has planted his hands on the wall by her torso, caging her in. But not Y/N because she knew two things — one, he would never harm her, not in a way she wouldn’t enjoy. And two, she was his weakness. 

“I’m not yours, Walker,” From a venomous tone she shifted to a calmer one which surprised the man as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “You made it extremely clear that night about how what we had doesn’t mean anything to you.”

It was a miracle that August managed to open his apartment door as his focus was on leaving his marks on her neck. “Hated seeing him so close to you,” He growled without his lips leaving her skin as his foot closed the door. Lifting her up over his shoulders made her squeal, more so when he smacked her ass while he effortlessly brought the two of them to his bedroom. Y/N bounced slightly as she was dropped on his comfortable mattress.

Large hands ripped her dress in two and revealed the black lingerie set she had hiding underneath her office clothes. “You trying to kill me, princess?” August husked out as he tore his own dress shirt off before spreading her legs, thumb rubbing against her clothed core, “Princess, you’re staining through the thin cloth.” Sliding the cotton material off of her, he brought it to his nose and smelt her arousal before throwing it off the bed. Every time they ended up in his place, he sneakily hid her underwear so he could jack off to them when they aren't together.

Y/N gasped out as she felt his moustache tickle her skin as his lips left kisses on his ascent to her. A toothy grin was plastered on both their faces. His fingertips graze the under band of her bra, “As much as I love this bra,” August unhooked it and threw on the floor as his lips enveloped her breast as his hand grabbed and played with the other, “I’d rather see your body in all its glory.”

Her hands tangled in his hair as she arched her back, feeding more of her flesh to him. “Fuck bear, more please,” She moaned out loud when his tongue drew circles around her nipple before biting on the pebble. Pulling away from her tit, August smirked at her blissed out state as he undid his pants, sliding it off him as his cock sprung out. “And why were you going commando today, bear?”

Kissing her lips passionately so her smirk would be wiped off, he rubbed the tip of his cock on her slit, “Because I wanted to tease you at work,” Her mewls of need fueled his ego, her hands were clawing at his ass as she was trying to guide his cock in her hole. “What’s the magic word, princess?”

“Please! Please bear, need you so bad,” As soon as she whined out the final word August slid his cock right in her; velvet and warm walls welcomed his cock by gripping onto him tightly that it made him struggle to thrust in or out of her. Her grasp on his ass didn’t take and if anything it made her just dig her nails againdt the skin even harder, which only added to both of their pleasure.

Ruthlessly, August ripped both her hands from his plump ass to lay them above her head, his hands forbidding her to move them around His other hand lifted her leg, resting it on his shoulder, which allowed him to reach even deeper. “You like how deep I can reach in you?” Each word was accompanied by a harsh thrust to every word; her moans brought pride to his chest for they both knew he was the only one who could pleasure her this well. 

“Tell me, princess, tell me how much you like it when I fuck you,” The vein on his neck became even more prominent as he growled at her. Feeling the vibrations of his growl against her lips just made her glaze even more of her juices in his cock; a firm swat on her thigh had her focusing on his command, “You fuck me so good, bear,” She gasped out when his cock poked her sensitive flesh which made her an even more out of focus, “Only you can make me feel this good, bear. Want no one but you.”

Her words paired with the way her walls clamped down on his cock pushed him right over the edge; both of them gasped out when August pulled out of her cunt and let go of her hands. Before getting to question what he was up to, he leaned down until he was face to face with her cunt, quickly inserting his tongue on her pussy.

“Oh fuck, please bear, please rub my clit,” Graciously, his thumb rubbed on her clit as his other hand jerked his cock off while he shook his head side to side, driving his tongue even deeper in her. “Cum for me, princess,” Convulsing upon feeling the tremors of his words on her mound, she could only grab onto his head to grind her closer to her as she relaxed her body as she came.

“There’s my good girl,” He praised her while lapping her juices and drinking it all up. Opening her eyes once she felt herself significantly calmed down, she whimpered upon seeing his cum-covered moustache and red cock that was red and aching to cum. Sitting up, she moved closer to him and wrapped one hand on his balls while the other stroked the length of his cock, “Coat me in your cum, bear. Please, bear?” The innocence her eyes held contradicted the way she spoke and jerked him off sultrily — which made him throw his head back as he spilled his cum on her hands. 

Giving kitten licks on the tip of his cock prolonged his orgasm as he stroked her hair lovingly; once he let out all of his cum, Y/N licked some of the cum that spilled between her fingertips. Smiling widely, she looked up at him and opened her mouth to show how she had drank up all he had to give. Patting her head gently he praised her again, “Such a good girl for me, princess.” He kneeled beside her before taking her in his arms before collapsing beside her, August cuddled her close to him as she moved around to face him. Her finger was tracing over his jawline as they both silently cherished the post orgasmic haze they both were in. He loved being with her this way — loved the way their bodies worked in tandem. But they weren’t just a great pair in bed, Y/N was one of the few capable and intelligent employees Hammer has met. Though he often displayed a tough exterior, he could easily show her as well a vulnerable side of him.

There was an instance wherein she accidentally barged in on his night of wallowing in self-pity with the intention of fucking so she could release tension, she was instead faced with a sorrowful August. That night, she made it clear to him that he didn’t have to open up to him if he was uncomfortable. She just wanted to be there for him, even if they just both drank in silence, just so he wouldn’t be alone with his thoughts.

He did end up letting her in and voicing out what was going on in his mind. Upon taking it all in she made it clear that he wasn’t the villain he made himself out to be. “You are not defined by what you have done,” Concern was laced on her voice that night as she held her face with gentle hands, “You were asked to do so in order to guarantee the safety of the whole damn world. If anything, it’s us who doesn’t deserve you.”

Just as he was about to rebut what she said, Y/N sweetly pecked his lips to shut him up right away, “Never talk shit about yourself, bear. You’re a great person and I would be more than glad to help you realize so.” From then on every time he entered his office there would be a sticky note taped on his desktop screen where she wrote something great about him.

“What are you smiling about?” He wondered as her lingering hand settled on his cheek, rubbing the prickled skin. “Just thinking about you,” Her vague answer just had him even more curious than he already was. It wasn’t unusual for the two of them to be quiet after sex, but there was something about the way she was looking at him and the way her touch seemed gentler, softer.

“What about me?” It was a rhetorical question, he didn’t expect any answer from her. So imagine his surprise when she mindlessly confessed, “I love you, August.” 

Sitting up against the headboard he stared at her with bewilderment evident on his face, “What the fuck did you say?” Clutching the blanket to hide her nudity, Y/N could not help but feel vulnerable and exposed as she sat up to level with him, “You heard me, August, loud and clear. I told you I love you.”

It was like a dagger pierced through her heart as he rolled his eyes and stood up from the bed as he rummaged through his drawers and grabbed a tank top and sweatpants, “I call bullshit on that.” Offense and hurt overcame her entire being as she hastily dressed herself up as well, “And why do you call bullshit on that?”

“Because it’s not real!” He shouted as he turned to face her shocked face; he has never raised his voice to or in front of her. Part of her was terrified — she didn’t know what he would do in a confrontational situation like this. Sensing her startled state, he then spoke in a lower tone, “The love that you feel for me, isn’t real. It’s just in your head, you’re just coming down from your high.”

Enraged she chewed him out, “Why are you invalidating what I feel? I know in myself that I love you!” Shaking his head no, August crossed his arms as he challenged, “We’re just friends! Fuck, we’re just colleagues!”

As soon as the words left his lips he could see the effect it had on her for her tears were threatening to leave her eyes and it caused him to feel as though someone had squeezed his heart roughly. “Do friends do what we do?”

Her weak voice made him feel even more bad than he already was but he still couldn’t stop himself from being an ass, “Friends with benefits do.” She smacked his chest as she yelled out in frustration, “I’m not just talking about the sex, idiot! I’m talking about whether a friend comforts you everytime you feel pity for yourself? Would a friend clean up your bruises and cuts after a hard mission? Or when I make sure you have enough homemade meals, what am I to you then?”

“Nothing,” The way he said it so casually and without a second thought should have scared her; and it did, “It doesn’t mean anything to me. You’re not mine nor are you my girlfriend.” That was the final nail in her coffin — the rude awakening that while she was out here going out of her way to make him feel loved and appreciated but he would never do the same for her, or so she thought.

“Okay then,” She shakily sighed out, “I’ll see myself out.” Bending down to grab her discarded purse but not before saying, “I’m sorry for wasting your time, Walker.” Not bear or August, he called her what everyone else did. It was a painful reminder of something he had lost and not appreciated enough. It was for her own good, he thought, she doesn’t deserve to be with a monster like myself. 

His hands abandoned his position against the wall as he recalled his harsh dismissal of her, “We aren’t together, in any shape or form. You made it very clear that night.” Taking advantage of the gap he created between them as he stepped back from her, she walked away from his office before he had a chance to say anything. Sitting down on his office chair he banged both his fists on the desk, which made all the objects in it jump slightly before coming back down. Deciding that he had enough for the day, he hastily collected his belongings before exiting the office to head home. 

As he got on his motorcycle, he remembered how firm her arms clung around his waist every time she rode with him. She feared falling on the vehicle and despite August’s repeated promises that he wouldn't ever let that happen to her; secretly, he loved it when she pressed her frame firmly against his back. It made him feel loved and appreciated — and that wasn’t the only time or her only way to let him feel so.

Turning off the engine as he parked, he trotted up to his apartment and once the door opened he took in the messy state of it. Ever since her exit, he neglected to take care of it because he wasn’t impressing her anymore. Besides, he fears that once he does organize his flat he just might find more relics of their shared time. 

Quickly showering the day’s dirt, he then laid down on his bed with a hand behind his head as subconsciously — or purposely if his brain decided to torture him as well — his would often replay what happened during these quiet, lonely moments of the night. And without fail, it always gives him the urge to smack himself for breaking her that way. Truth is she was everything he wanted and needed. Upon meeting her, he knew he wanted to change for the better just so he would be deemed worthy enough to be with her. There was something about her being magnificent in her own account that made him feel inferior to her.

It also didn’t help that he had never been in a serious relationship before; he often went for hookups and one night stands since his fear of commitment did not allow him to easily open up to anyone. But with her it was as if it was his instinct to tear down the facade he displayed to the world. “I love her,” He came to that conclusion and it shook him to his core.

Before closing his eyes to enter a state of unconsciousness, he then decided that he would confess what he felt to her, beg for her forgiveness, and ask for a chance to start a relationship with her. “Gonna do whatever it takes,” He promised to himself with a smile before pictures of him with Y/N clouded his dreams. 

The moment he stepped foot on his floor, he noticed how Y/N wasn’t in her cubicle. Maybe I’ll talk to her after work, he thought to himself as he entered his office and busied himself with work.

Y/N knew it was an atrocious idea — one that could backfire in her face — but something about yesterday’s encounter with August fueled her to do so. It was nearing four in the afternoon when Joshua stopped by her cubicle to ask her once again if she wanted to hang out with him; in all fairness, he was a nice guy. But once you’ve had a taste of gold in your life, you would never settle for a nickel.

“So Y/N, I was wondering maybe we could grab dinner after this? I know this great restaurant that just opened a couple blocks from here,” The brunette nervously suggested as he leaned against her post. Not sure if August was seeing the whole exchange, she decided to stand beside him as she trailed her hand to his forearm as she sweetly smiled at him, “Yeah? What do they serve?”

Cue Joshua nervously rambling about the menu and ambiance of the restaurant as a Hammer prepared to nail down his mark on his woman. The moment he saw the sleazy boy once again drop by her cubicle, he was closely monitoring the situation and was more than displeased to observe how his woman flirted back at him. The fucking audacity you have, princess, He thought as he sauntered over there.

Gasps were emitted from both Y/N and Joshua when August stormed in to interrupt their discussion— pushing the brunette away as he pulled Y/N in for a searing kiss, ending their conversation. With his hands pressed against her cheeks, he poked his tongue on her lips as he demanded she let him in; and he could not help but smirk when she rested her hands on his arms, not pushing him away and instead feeling more of him, while she parted her lips to welcome his tongue without hesitance. 

Pulling away from their kiss, August placed a few more pecks on her lips before placing an arm on her lower back before arrogantly turning to Joshua, “Sorry pal, I don’t think the memo has reached you, so I’ll just make it crystal clear for you — Y/N is my woman so you better steer clear from here unless you want an excuse to use your health insurance.”

Nervous gulping down and walking away from her cubicle was how Joshua rescinded to the situation; while August led Y/N into his personal office despite the gasps and stares of the other employees. Right now, he didn’t give a damn about their gossiped hunches for his princess tested his patience.

““What the hell was that about, princess?” He angrily asked as he turned to her with a stern expression as he rested a hand on his hip. Opposite him was a smirking woman who threw him the same answer she was given when they talked, “What was what, Walker?”

Realizing how the tables have turned, he exhaled through his nose in order to remain calm before huskily explaining how he saw things, “What were you thinking when you grazed his arm,” To emphasize, he ran a hand in her forearm to reenact how she sensually touched the other boy, “But you know what I find the most interesting? Was the way you eagerly kissed me back; do you know what that was all about?”

His breath touched her cheek having walked up right in front of her; this distracted her for a bit as her brain scrambled to formulate an explanation for her actions. “Well?” August lifted a brow as he slightly moved his head, prompting her to answer the question.

“I don’t know what that was, bear.” Despite her timid answer, he heard it loud and clear. But what really pleased him was the fact that she didn’t use his name rather she used the nickname she graced him that one time Y/N poked fun about how hairy he was since he refuses to shave his chest hair and moustache.

“So you had no idea as to why you touched him like that when you know for a fact that you belong to me,” He clarified to her as he tilted her chin up with the other hand that wasn’t resting on his hip to get her to look at him. 

“How many times do I have to make it clear to you that I do not fucking belong to you; that is what you said to me, right?” Her bold facade quickly disappeared as he grabbed her arms, walking towards the window. Making her turn to face the window, he pressed her cheek against the glass window, “Well I’m gonna fucking remind you that you belong to me and only me.”

Rough fingertips lifted her skirt, leaving the velvet bunched up around her waist, and ripped her panties to shove it in her mouth, “Don’t need you speaking if all that’s gonna leave your dumb mouth is you don’t belong to me. You’re not gonna speak unless you state my claim on you.”

A muffled whine was all she could let out as she nodded when her pussy welcomed two of his thick fingers that were ruthlessly slamming in and out of her. His other hand creeped towards her clit as he alternated between rubbing and pinching on the hardened nub. “Can you feel your cunt dripping? This is how your body reacts to me because you want me so bad.”

With the hand that was previously on her nub, he tore her blouse open and fondled a breast, “Such a naughty princess, not wearing any bra,” Pulling on her nipple elicited a prolonged moaned as she rested her forehead against the window, “Were you planning this the whole time?”

The answer she let out was obscure with her mind fuzzy from the way his fingers were hammering in and out of her mercilessly while he helped her remain on her feet by having a firm hold on her boob. “You’re still the needy princess I know you are.”

August smirked at how she let out a pathetic moan when he pulled his fingers out of her for it proved he was right. Palms resting against the cold glass, she turned her head around and watched as he lowered his zipper to pull his cock out. “Do you even deserve to have my cock?”

Nodding her head and up down was all the response she could give him as he continued to degrade her, “I don’t think you do,” To amp up his teasing, he rubbed the tip of his cock from her clit down to her opening multiple times; causing her legs to shake in need as she moved her hips towards his tip. “You’ve lost your princess privileges the moment you talked to him,” He whispered, lips pressing against the shell of her ear.

One of her hands left the crisp window and instead sought out for the warm hand that was in her boob, clawing onto him desperately to let him know how badly she still wanted him in any way she could have him. The sting of her nails made him smile wickedly as he took pity on her and slid his whole length in one go, “That make you happy, princess?”

The side of her head leaned against the window but she still managed to nod as she was extremely thrilled for having him inside her. Blindly, her other hand left the window as she searched for his vacant hand and collapsed them together. Even though her eyes were closed as she was blissed out with the way he was pounding in and out her hole without a care; August however felt touched that there was this part of her instinctively reached out to hold his hand affectionately.

He guided their entangled hands down to her stomach so he could press her back firmly against his front, “Never forget that you belong to me, princess.” It was in that moment that his wide tip grazed her g spot so she could only mewl and nod weakly as her overwhelming gratification blocked out her senses. 

Coughing up a bit once he pulled her panties out of her mouth, her shoulders then bore the weight of his arm, “Tell me you’re all mine, princess!” He demanded as barked it out on her before biting the shell.

“I’m all yours, bear!” She gasped out when he repeatedly hit her g spot every time his cock entered her. Her velvet walls were now making it harder for the Hammer to nail her for it clung to him like glue to the point that it was almost choking his cock, almost triggering an early orgasm from him. Wanting to focus on something else, his mouth peppered kisses on the skin of her shoulders and neck with the full intention of leaving dark, purple bruises so people knew she was off limits.

Y/N never felt this simulated in all the times she slept with August; the way his cock rummaged her hole with vigour and determination made her buckle her knees, the feel of his rough facial hair prompted her to push her neck more to his lips while her feeling his hand firmly against hers made her feel loved. In the haste of a moment, she let out a confession of, “Missed you so much, bear.”

Feeling his heartbeat increase at her confession, he snapped his hips faster to drive his cock even harder to her, in tune with the way his heart beat against his chest, “Really though you didn’t want me anymore.” He couldn’t take the way she sounded so broken — what made it worse was that he made her feel this way, and he vowed to himself that he wouldn’t cause her to feel that way again.

“I’m so sorry, princess,” Hearing him apologize, she turned her to face him again and was surprised when he kissed her lips softly — in contrast with how he was driving her cock in and out of her roughly — before letting his lips rest against hers as he continued to speak, “Never gonna let you go, never gonna hurt you.”

“You promise, bear?” Her small voice made her seem even more vulnerable than she already was; meanwhile August nodded fiercely as he kissed her once again. “I promise, princess,” That promise left his lips repeatedly against her lips.

Unvolutaringly clenching her walls on his cock, she moaned out loud against his prickly lips, “I’m so close, bear. Please let me cum.” And that reminded him how he was in charge and still has to decide if she gets to cum. 

“I think I can grant you one princes privilege, what do you think?” His smirk widened upon seeing her pleading eyes looked at him and moaned in agreement. Still holding onto her hand with one of his own, the other went to graze her cheek as he coaxed her, “Cum for me, princess; let me feel how much you missed me.”

He then drove his cock deep in her to the point he repeatedly bumped her g spot which set her orgasm off — she screamed out loud as her hand squeezed his hand so tight yet it didn’t have any effect on him. Loving the way her walls immediately relaxed their grip on his cock, he took advantage of it by chasing his own orgasm.

“Take my cum, princess,” He breathed out and felt his thrusts decrease their pace while they still had the same vigour. Stilling as he shot loads of his sperm, he pressed her against him needing her to ground him back. With a kiss on the side of her temple he let out, “I love you so much, princess.”

Despite her brain being a fumbling mess, she caught on what he said and pushed herself off his cock and turned to look at him, “What?”  Her fingers were busy lowering her skirt and trying to make her blouse look presentable as it could be while August tucked his meat back in his pants so he could hold both her hands.

“I love you,” He reiterated before taking a deep breath, “I love you and it scared me to find out how strongly I felt for you — because this was something I have never felt for anyone.” A breathless gasp was all she could let out upon being presented with this information.

Sensing her confusion, August placed a kiss on the back of both her palms before speaking once more, “I know this is a lot to take in, but maybe we can take it one step at a time? We go out on actual dates so you can also let me prove to you how much you mean to me.”

Her eyes were searching for any indication in his that he was just pulling her leg, “I know I haven’t shown you exactly what you mean to me — and that is due to my stupidity and immaturity — but if you let me, I will treat you like the sublime and divine being that you are. Spending those days without you made me realize the vital role you fulfilled in my existence.”

Her lips broke into a smile as her heart fluttered at what he said; Y/N lunged to him, wrapping his arms around her neck as she kissed his lips passionately. The Hammer was more than happy to reciprocate the passion she had for the kiss as he wrapped his thick arms around the middle of her back. 

“Does this mean you’ll take me back?” It was shocking how soft the tone of his voice was when he asked this to her as they pulled away from the kiss. Bopping his nose with a finger, she smiled at him before nodding, “It means exactly that, bear. I love you and you have me now. Officially, that is.”

Loving the sound of that, he pecked her lips once again and pulled away with the widest grin his lips had ever made, “I love you more, princess. You always were officially mine, you just didn’t know it yet.”

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