#like ripping John Walker's wrist out with my teeth

[wondersofdreaming]

Dangerous Attraction

Characters: August Walker (POV) x female reader (3rd person)

Word count: 1.109

Warnings: Cussing.  Vulgar language. Age-gap. Dangerous mission. Mentions of sex.

Author’s note: This was a request by @iinvisiblewings​ - I hope you like it <3

“Hey I’ve done the survey ❤️ could I get a little piece with August Walker ? Kinda like an age gap thing but where the reader is 20 and August is his age 🥺🥺the rest is up to you I love your work.”

Special thanks goes to:

@viking-raider​​ for your piece of advice <3

@iloveyouyen​​ for reading it and helping with the edit <3

And a big thank you to @radaofrivia​​ for helping with the plot, the editing, the inspiration, the motivation, and the encouragement!  <3

Gif by @littlefreya​​ <3

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​ from this post

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.

MASTERLIST

Feedback is appreciated.

“Agent Walker? You have a new mission.”

One of his co-workers put a manila envelope on his desk.

“No briefing?”

The agent shook his head and left the office before he could be interrogated further. Everyone knew about August’s methods. Cold, brutal, and act first, ask questions later.

He grabbed the envelope and ripped it open. Inside was one piece of paper.

“Find information about John Lark and his connection to the Apostles. Use any means necessary.”

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

August moved with designated steps towards the IT-department. He stomped directly over to Michael Smith, the head of the IT.

“Smith, I need a hacker,” he demanded.

“Walker, to hack what exactly?” Smith asked perplexed, not taking his concentrated eyes from the computer monitor. August watched as a string of numbers were reflected in the glasses.

“Pentagon.”

The entire room silenced. You would have been able to hear a needle being dropped to the hardwood floor.

“And why do you need access to the Pentagon?”

“Mission.”

Smith nodded. He turned around towards his personal laptop. After connecting it to the wireless printer, he handed a piece of paper to August.

“These are the top 5 hackers I know of, best in the country. Number 1 might even be the best in the world. No one knows who that person is, so you might want to use some of the others. There’s a bit of info on some of them.”

August hummed his inappreciation for the lack of information. He walked with determined strides towards the exit, already having made up his mind to find the top hacker on the list, PH03N1X.

The last place August ever thought of to find the world’s best hacker was at Harvard University. He adjusted his tie, and with a purposeful mindset he stalked down the hallways of the prestigious university.

It had taken nearly a month’s search to find PH03N1X. Having only gotten a lead that the person in question was a physics-student of Harvard. No mentions of gender, name, age, nor family.

August arrived at the physics labs and entered without permission. The teacher was sitting in his adjourned office, while the students were working on different assignments.

One student, in particular, caught August’s eye. She sat in the corner of the room with not one, not two, but three computers filled with physics formulas and equations, and was that a black hole? A little white device sat next to her, hooked up to a fourth mini computer. He slowly crept up to her, looking over her shoulder as she punched in the results of her research.

“Quite the experiment you’re working on… PH03N1X,” he whispered in her ear. Her back shot straight up, hitting her head on his broad chest, while a loud gasp left her soft lips.

She moved her upper body slowly to meet with the one person, who just revealed her secret identity. Hoping, no praying, that none of the other students had heard him, she smacked her palm over his moustache covered mouth.

“Shhhhhh!”

August smirked. He nodded towards the open doors that lead outside. She removed her hand, saved and closed the four computers and pocketed the little device.

They walked towards a nearby park, away from prying eyes and attentive ears. She was on her phone the entire walk there, tapping on it so fast he felt dizzy watching.

“How did you find out?” She asked, nervously fiddling with her jacket.

“It took some time, but you showed your face to one guy, and he cracked under pressure like an egg.”

She sighed in defeat.

“I’m going to strangle him,” her voice strained, obviously thinking of how she could get revenge on the blabbermouth.

August chuckled. He liked this feisty female.

“How old are you?”

“20. Why?”

“Curiosity.”

An elderly couple walked past them, giving them weird looks. She quickly grabbed his arm, hugging his bulging bicep. He tensed his muscle so she could feel how massive he really was.

“Hmm. What is it that you want, Agent Walker?” She didn’t sound impressed by his antics.

He stopped in his tracks. She waved her phone at him, a picture of him and all his personal information underneath.

“Your help,” he answered shortly.

“With what?”

“Pentagon.”

She whipped her head back at him. Shock clearly painted on her face. Then a broad smile slowly spread on her lips. Her eyes sparkled with intrigue and excitement.

“I’m in.”

It took a week before they could plan out the big hack. August made sure it was at a safe place, and the house filled to the brim with the latest technology. She searched through all the equipment to look for someone who might be watching.

“What do you want me to do?” She asked.

“Delete all content about John Lark and the Apostles.”

“That’s going to take some time, Walker.”

He leaned over her, whispering seductively in her ear.

“Better hurry up, Tinkerbell, ‘cause we don’t have much time.”

“Then stop interrupting me, old man,” she told him through gritted teeth. He noticed she closed her legs and sat up straighter, squaring her shoulders, making her breast jump at the movement.

August’s eyes widened. He liked the spunk of this woman. He was even thinking of using her physics skills to his advantage.

He moved to sit on the sofa and opened his computer.

It was time to write his manifesto and rid the world of the illness infecting it.

“When all this is over, I might even make a real woman out of you and make you mine,” he told her nonchalantly.

He heard the crash of a chair. She had stood from her space and stomped over to him. She gently removed his laptop before she moved between his legs to tower over him.

“Listen here, geezer, I will never, ever, become yours or spread my legs for you. I am my own woman. I do not belong to anyone, especially not you. After this is over, you will leave me alone, and we will forget this ever happened.”

She moved to go back to her station, but August grabbed her wrist.

“You’re wrong to think that you are the one in control, Tink. Before this mission is over, you will, willingly, come to my bed and beg for me to fuck you into oblivion,” the smile on his chiselled face, he could see it annoyed her. He released her hand and watched as she stiffly went back to the computers.

“How about a deal?” She asked.

“Listening.”

“You don’t ‘fuck me into oblivion’, and I don’t tell the world you’re John Lark.”

#Henry Cavill #This man #I need a drink #August Walker #henry cavill x reader #Henry Cavill x female reader #henry x reader #henry x female reader #Dangerous Attraction #My story #Short story

[elwenyere]

Helps to Relieve My Mind

Hello fam! I wrote my first little Sambucky ficlet today in an effort to tide myself over until Friday’s new episode of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. If such a thing would help tide you over as well, please feel free to give it a read. I very much hope you enjoy! <3

Tags: Sam/Bucky, 1.8k words, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together

CW: descriptions of falling and panic attacks

Read it on AO3

“Is it too late to go back to therapy?” Bucky called over the comms.

It had been less than forty-eight hours since he and Sam had decided to ditch Walker and go after the Flag-Smashers on their own, and they were already getting their asses handed to them again. They’d gotten side-tracked on their way to see Zemo by a tip from Torres: a group of hijackers matching the description of the missing super-soldiers had been spotted loading up a cargo plane with medical supplies in Kiev. Bucky and Sam had showed up just as the Flag-Smashers were readying for takeoff, and when Sam had flown straight through a rain of gunfire and into the open cargo bay door, Bucky had had no choice but to follow, cursing under his breath as he ran to catch the taxiing plane. 

He’d managed to haul himself inside just as the wheels left the ground, only to have his back slammed into the metal wall of the cargo hold a minute later, a serum-enhanced fist clutched tightly around his throat.

“You could always change your mind about following me,” Sam offered, a rhythmic series of thumps and clangs from the other end of the bay revealing that he was dealing with problems of his own. “I bet you could even get another ‘Get Out of Jail Free’ card if you agreed to up with -”

“Don’t say it,” Bucky growled, grabbing the wrist of the soldier holding him against the wall and twisting it viciously.

“- John ‘Wingman’ Walker and his partner,  Battlestar,” Sam finished, the grin somehow audible in his voice.

“You’re just lucky all my other options suck even worse than this,” Bucky muttered, taking a deep breath and bum-rushing the man in front of him.

“Yeah, ‘lucky’ is definitely how I’ve felt every day since you ripped the steering wheel out of my damn car in the middle of the highway,” Sam retorted. Bucky could hear the sounds of bullets ricocheting off metal, and he glanced over to watch Sam reemerge from behind a stack of crates.

“Even the Winter Soldier has some fond memories,” Bucky reflected, ducking a roundhouse kick from the redhead who’d booted him out of the truck in Germany and then sweeping his arm back to catch her solidly across the jaw. 

He’d just turned to reassess their situation when he saw one of the soldiers poised by a lever on the side of the wall.

“Shit!” he yelled. “Sam!”

And then an explosion of air knocked him off his feet, and he felt himself yanked backward, scrabbling for purchase on the floor of the aircraft as he slid toward the open door. Unfortunately, it was his fleshy hand that finally found it. Just as he was about to run out of room, he wrapped his fingers around the lip of the lowered door and then let out an involuntary grunt of pain when his full weight caught against the hold, his legs whipping behind him in the open air.

“Shit,” he swore again, trying to strengthen his grip so that he could risk making a grab for the door with his metal hand.

“Bucky!” Sam yelled, and for some reason the change in his tone sent Bucky’s heart rate rabbiting even faster than the scramble across the floor. “Hang on! I’m on my way!”

A metal crate went flying over Bucky’s head, and he winced automatically, sending a jolt of pressure through the fingers clinging to the plane. And because he was always aware of Sam’s position in the fight, he knew there was no way he was going to make it in time.

“Sam, you should know -” 

His words were cut off when the plane banked abruptly to the left. Bucky’s legs jerked sideways, his hand spasmed, and then he was falling through the air.

It was different than the last time. He could still hear what sounded like screaming - either a voice calling his name or the air hurtling past him, rushing away from him and refusing to bear his weight. He could still feel the terror claw up his throat and curl into the back of his mind, covering his thoughts with a white, electric blanket. But this time he knew what it would feel like when he hit the ground. He could already feel the rocks cracking through bones and tearing at the sinews of his arms, and all he could do was grit his teeth and hope to wake up somewhere better than he had before.

He twisted in the air so he could see the end coming, every muscle in his body wrenching tight in anticipation. But then he felt a hand curl around the back of his head, and a weight slammed into him from the wrong direction, shifting his momentum abruptly to the side. Before he knew it, there was soft grass under his knees, pressing up against him and holding him still.

“I got you,” Sam said, his arms still wrapped tightly around Bucky’s back. “I got you.”

Bucky felt like he was sucking air through a straw, his head dizzy with a flood of adrenaline as he clung to the fabric of Sam’s uniform and curled up against his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut to stop the vertigo, but in the darkness all he could picture was an avalanche of snow and ice and unforgiving rock, and a second later he opened his eyes again with a gasp. His muscles were still screaming with the effort of bracing for collision, and he struggled to even out his breathing, willing himself to concentrate on the weight of Sam's arms around him, grounding him.

As the haze gradually began to clear, Bucky became aware that Sam was still repeating the same words, his cheek pressed against the top of Bucky’s head. But the tone of Sam’s voice seemed to have shifted, so that what had started as a reassurance now sounded like a kind of desperate chant.

“I got you,” he repeated, his own breathing coming sharp and fast. “I got you.”

Suddenly Bucky remembered the photo in Sam’s wallet when he paid for drinks in Germany, the story Steve had told him as they sat on a hill in Wakanda.

Fuck.

“Sam,” Bucky whispered. 

Sam’s arms tightened almost convulsively, and Bucky reached out to rest his hands gently on Sam’s lower back. 

“Hey, Sam. I’m okay,” Bucky continued, listening to Sam’s breathing slow down. “I’m here. I’m okay. You caught me.”

Sam straightened up slightly, one of his hands moving to cradle Bucky’s head as he'd done during the fall, and Bucky pressed his forehead against Sam’s.

“You caught me,” he repeated, and this time it sounded like a brand new idea. Sam had caught him. Bucky had lost his grip, and Sam had been there to cushion the fall.

“I’ve been trying to catch you, you idiot,” Sam replied, shaking his head with a faint echo of exasperation. “Do you have any idea how scary it is to think you might not let me?”

He gave the back of Bucky’s neck a gentle squeeze, one thumb sweeping up into Bucky’s hair, and for the first time in decades, Bucky’s body responded to an instinct that hadn’t been carved into his brain with a knife: he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of Sam’s lips, sighing at the warmth of Sam’s skin against his.

A moment later he froze, pulling away with exaggerated slowness and wiping all traces of expression carefully from his face. Sam was staring back at him, wide-eyed, and for a second Bucky felt like he was in free fall again, his stomach heaving as he plummeted through space.

“That was - uh,” he tried to explain. “Sam -”

But before he got another word out, Sam had hauled him in by the back of his neck and was kissing him thoroughly, his mouth soft but hungry against Bucky’s, and something hot leapt through Bucky’s chest that seared deeper than any of the afterimages or second-hand shocks that had passed for getting his life back.

When they finally broke apart, it was because Sam had started laughing.

“Seriously, man?” Bucky protested, a small smile tugging at the corner of his own lips. “I know I’m out of practice, but if you make a crack about being cryogenically frozen, I swear to God.”

“I was going to say that if the kind of healing you’ve been looking for is less Sigmund Freud and more Marvin Gaye, you could have just called me back,” Sam retorted, giving Bucky a grin and a playful shove on the shoulder. “It would have been the world’s easiest alley oop. Lord knows I was giving you more assists than John Stockton gave the Mailman - and that is a crack about being in deep freeze, by the way. You could be understanding that reference right now if you hadn’t been ghosting me instead.”

Bucky scanned Sam’s face, drinking in the warmth and openness that he had always found infuriatingly, impossibly brave.

“You’re the only number in my phone other than my shrink,” Bucky explained finally.

Sam tilted his head, his eyebrows raised significantly.

“That’s kind of my point, Bucky.”

“No, I’m trying to tell you that’s why I couldn’t call,” Bucky continued. “I have a list of people I’ve hurt in the past that’s so long I can’t even see the end of it. But when I turn to the list of people who are here for me now?” He held up a single finger and then jabbed it toward Sam’s chest. “You’re it. Just one. So if I take a chance, and I fuck that up -” He shook his head ruefully. “Well, let’s just say it felt safer to imagine you might still be out there than to know for sure that you weren’t.”

Sam’s face softened, and he opened his mouth to reply, but Bucky waved him off.

“And that was total bullshit: I know,” he said quickly. “More importantly, it was selfish. What you said yesterday about me not understanding what you were going through - you were right. I never once asked how you were doing. I guess I was in such bad shape to help anyone that it was easier for me to believe you didn’t need any help.” 

Sam regarded him thoughtfully.

“Therapy, huh?” 

“God, it’s the worst.”

He gave Sam a smile, this one feeling a little less like a mask someone else had drawn. Sam smiled back, reaching up to trace the edge of Bucky’s lips lightly with his thumb.

“One of those things you might not understand about me is that I’m not very good at needing people either,” he said, dropping his hand to rest on Bucky’s metal shoulder. “But I think I’m going to need you on this, Bucky.”

“Yeah, well, that’s probably true,” Bucky agreed. “Seeing as you just let the Flag-Smashers get away again.”

“Maybe next time you could try to stay inside the vehicle,” Sam suggested. His tone was light, but the squeeze he gave Bucky’s shoulder telegraphed some of the fear still clinging to the lines of his face.

“You’ll catch me,” Bucky shrugged, trying for casual assurance and landing closer than he would have thought possible.

“Always,” Sam promised.

#sambucky #winterfalcon #tfatws #tfatws spoilers #my chaotic duo #i need all the hurt/comfort for this ship please and thank you

[demivampirew]

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily” part 2

August Walker x Reader

Triggers: Smut; s&m ( torture - choking, slapping, cutting, hurting; blood); fainting; stalking // ; mentions of drug, rape, kidnap, STDs, someone passing due to cancer, (just mentions, not descriptions). - I hope I didn’t forget any important trigger.

Disclaimer: I’m not a huge fan of MI, so my knowledge is pretty limited so I tried my best 😁.

He was son angry that had to contain himself from crashing the laptop and turn it into pieces of trash. The mission that he worked so hard on was in its culminant point. This was the part he needed to be most concentrated in, but his mind was in another place. All he could think about was finding that woman. That fucking woman. As soon as he'll find her, she'd pay for doing that to him. He searched all over the internet for a young wealthy woman but found nothing on her. He didn't have any information that helped him track her down, other than the fact that she was rich. He hacked the camera system of the hotel she left him, but the camera didn't catch the face of the man who left him there for him to be able to look for him. August was beyond frustrated. He couldn't properly concentrate on his work until he found her, but there was no way to find her. He stood up and walked around the place, trying to come up with a new plan. There was only one thing he could do. He grabbed his coat and left the room. He entered the bar, searching for her all over the place. No signs of her. He asked the bartender if he has seen her but he responded that there were a lot of women like that every single day. August wanted to choke him. He felt like that was an insult. He didn't set his eyes on just any woman, and this woman was certainly not any woman; she was special. He leaving the place when recognized someone in the bar. One of her friends. He approached her. The lady was talking to a man, sitting in one of the tables, when he asked her to talk to her in private. She looked at him with her eyes wide open; she was scared, yet she obeyed. "Your friend, tell me her name. Tell me how to find her." He was too exhausted to even care to pretend to be nice. He needed answers soon. "I won't tell you" she replied " Are you stalking her? If you don't leave I'll call the police" she warned him. August took a look around to make sure that nobody was seeing them, and then pushed her into the bathroom and put his hand around her neck, pressing it, no hard enough to hurt her, but enough to scare her. He was not the kind of man who would do something like that unless it was absolutely necessary, but he had no patience left on him. He was about to explode. The woman was shaking. She accepted to tell him everything she knew, as long as he promised no to hurt her. She wrote down for him her address and her name and then he quickly left the bar. The woman turned out to be the daughter of a businessman, who made a lot of money by owning different companies and investing in technology. The man died of pancreatic cancer two years ago and her daughter, who was his only living family, took charge of his businesses. He stood up in front of her place. She owned now the gigantic mansion that once belonged to her father. He managed to pass the walls that surrounded the house, but the front of the house was filled with cameras. It would be hard for him to enter her room without being noticed by someone. He started to search for a way to enter the house without being caught. He found a door in the back of the house that seemed to lead into the kitchen. He opened the door without breaking the lock and entered the place. It was difficult for a big man like him to avoid being seen, but fortunately, the kitchen was empty. He made it to the stairs without anyone noticing him and he realized that he was the only one in the house. He took a peek in some of the rooms to check his theory and it turned out to be true. There was no one beside him in that house. That fact confused him. It was odd that a mansion of that magnitude and full of expensive things would be left alone. He finally reached the last floor and went directly to the big door at the end of the hallway. The room was exactly as he remembered from his experience there. The moonlight was the only light in that dark room. He took a few steps towards the bed and then he felt dizzy. His vision was blurry and he started to lose balance; moments later, he felt on the floor, unconscious. August started to recover slowly. He still felt dizzy and a bit nauseous. He felt a pain on his body. This kind of feeling was new to him. He was used to getting a few punches every now on then, but this was completely different and he couldn't understand why. When he became fully conscious after some time, he realized that he was tied to two chains connected to the ceiling; the kind of chains used to torture people. He hands metal cuffs around his wrists. He soon realized that the pain he felt was since his tied arms were holding his unconscious body for God knows how long. He looked at the place: it seemed like that place was a basement. The only light bulb wasn't giving off much light, it gave the place a gloomy appearance. He tried to free himself but knew it was worthless. He was weak probably because he was drugged even though he didn't know-how. He was to focus on making sense of everything that he didn't even notice that she was sitting on a chair in front of him. The place was dark enough for him to have to force his eyes to look at her. He felt a burning fire inside. He recognized two feelings combining: anger and desire. You, the woman he was looking for, ruined his plans once again. - I know who you are - August exclaimed angrily. - And I know who you are, August...or should I say John Lark? - you questioned with a devilishly smirk. You could see the shock on his face. - I have the feeling that money isn't something you care much about, but it's not the case for everyone. Only took me a suitcase full of money to make one of your Apostles talk.- you explained and he pressed his lips together trying to contain the fury of being betrayed. - How the fuck did you caught me? I lost consciousness all the sudden.- he asked - The doorknob has a potent drug on it that causes that. It's commonly used by bad people to rape and kidnap. In my case, however, I use it as a protection, so whoever tries to enter my room would faint after touching the door handle. - You stood up and walked towards a small table and grabbed a knife. - You've been a bad, bad boy, August. - you said and then turned around and approach him. When you were by his side, you took his chin with your left hand, putting some pressure and digging your nails on it. You could see small signs of pain on his face, which made you smile. You let go of his face and opened his shirt. You slowly stroked his hairy chest with the sharp blade of the knife. The firsts movements were soft just to let him feel the sharpness of the blade. Soon, however, you started to apply force into the knife dance on his chest, leaving red lines on his skin. You could see the pain on his face when you pressed the pointy side of the blade a few times, making strings of blood run through his torso. You pressed the side of the blade on your tongue, tasting his blood. Smiling like if you were the devil himself, you kneeled enough for you to be able to lick the blood coming from his body. - You're insane, you crazy bitch! - he exclaimed enraged. - Watch your mouth, mister - you warned him, pressing the blade once more into his skin, forcing him to make a gesture of pain. - That can be bad for you, you know. You should lick the blood of strangers.- he pointed out. - You're not a stranger, though.- you indicated. - And, don't worry, I took the liberty of taking a sample of your blood last time before I send you to the hotel. I wanted to run a search on you and what better way to do it than with a DNA test. So I know there's no STDs or anything that could be dangerous.- you replied and winked while smirking. You left the knife on the table and then came back to him. You bend a little and ripped a bunch of hair chest with your teeth. He screamed and cursed you. You slapped him hard on the face - Watch your mouth, I said- you threatened him, grinning. "Fucking whore" he defied you and you slapped him again, even harder. - I'll kill you.- he promised. - You will pay for all of this as soon as I get free. - Oh, yes? - you asked amused by the threat.- Tell me, how are you planning to get free? Do you believe that your precious Apostles are going to find you and save you? - you questioned sarcastically, pouting- Or you have faith that Hunt and his team are going to look for you? You know they're going to be happy if they find that you're gone. And, by the way, even if you're free, you're not going to kill me.- you assured him. - I've killed many people. You should know that if you truly investigated me. - Oh, I know that. Don't worry, stud, I know how dangerous you are, hombre.- you teased him.- I don't say you won't hurt me because you are not capable of that... I'm suggesting you won't kill me because you like me. You did not come here to hurt me; you are here because you are obsessed with me and want me to be yours. - You think highly of yourself, darling. - So you think I'm wrong? - you asked defiantly. - Ok, let's see.- you grabbed a key from your jacket pocket and opened both cuffs that tied his hand. He stretched his arms and body and massaged his wrists and the looked at you. He quickly came after you, but you were fast and moved from one place to the other, avoiding being caught by him. But after some tries, he had you against the wall, grabbing you by the kneck. He put enough strength for you to have to force air in, but not enough to cause real pain. You looked into his eyes, forcing him to realize that it didn't matter how hard he tried to fight it or denied it, he was a fly caught on the spider's web. Authority and power were visible on your eyes. For the first time, he saw someone how most of his people saw him. You smirked and took advantage of that moment when he lost himself on your eyes and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head back and bitting hard on his neck. That caught him completely by surprise and he let go of your knew without thinking it. Then, you kissing him, pressing your teeth against his lips forcing blood to come out. You pushed him into the chair in the room and made him sat on it. Then, you kneeled on the floor and the unzipped his pants and grabbed his cock and put it on your mouth. You suck it, licked it and make him feel your teeth against him manhood a few times, making him grunt and moan loudly. You played with his foreskin, sucking it, stretching it and bitting the tip of the extra skin. He came in the back of your tongue as you were sucking him. You stood up and lift your pencil shape skirt high enough for you to sit on his lap, facing him. You weren't wearing any panties, so you grabbed his hard cock and put it inside of you and started to move slowly at first and then fastened the pace quickly. Your harsh moves caused him some paint, but he had to admit that he enjoyed it. He tried to grab your ass but you moved his hands and slapped his face. He looked at you confused and angry. "I made the calls, here" you indicated; " I own you now," you said on his ear and then bit his earlobe, "after we're done, you can go play your little game with Ethan Hunt and his people if you want, but when is all over, you'll come back crawling to me. You won't be able to free yourself from me" you said and he stared at you but did not say a single word. He did not move his eyes from yours while you rode him to extaxis. He knew it; he knew you were right. It didn't matter how hard he could try to escape you, he was trapped in your dangerous games and had no desire to set himself free.

#henry cavill #august walker #august walker x reader #august walker fanfic #august walker fanfiction #demivampirew