#august walker reader

“August?” I repeated, now my own eyebrows furrowed as I stared up at the man towering over me, his chest heaving as if he was struggling with some intense emotion that I caused him. His eyes were fixated on my breasts. I would have believed that to be the case had I been wearing anything with a neckline, but since it was nothing more than a regular loose t-shirt, his obsession didn’t seem to make any sense.

“Are you fucking anyone?” The question caught me off guard: it didn’t help me understand what was going on or where it had come from. Even though August and I had become friendly over the time since I started working here, it was way more of a shared sense of comfort brought by him defending me from sleazy customers than any actual attempts on his part to become close to me in any way.

I’d even started to talk myself down from the stupid, silly crush I’d been harboring for him. He was a man, an attractive, intimidating man, who could have anyone he wanted. What would he ever see in a simple bartender who had only ever been with one guy her entire life?

“No, I’m not,” I decided to clear out, once and for all, even though I didn’t understand why he wanted to know and wasn’t particularly fond of the tone he used to ask me about that. “Don’t see how that’s any of your business, though.” 

I turned my back to him, decided to return to my position behind the bar, hoping the barrier of the battered wood between us would help realize his questions sounded invasive and didn’t make sense to me, but before I could do that, a calloused, strong hand gripped my elbow, stopping me before I could get too far.

August’s much larger body was pressed tightly against my back, stopping me from turning around and checking on him again, and my heartbeat was thundering inside my chest, the adrenaline suddenly getting to me. What the hell was going on?

Even despite his unusual behavior, I didn’t fear him. It wasn’t terror that filled my veins, rudely awakening my senses, begging my body to stand in alert. It was anxiety, sure, but mostly anticipation. 

Something inside of me knew this was different, and was hoping for a good kind of different. The type that would end up recreating one of the many dirty dreams I’d had about the man behind me ever since we had met.

“But I want it to be my business,” he spoke low against the shell of my ear. I could feel every hard muscle of his being pressed against me, especially once his hands wrapped around my body, squeezing me against him.

“So I’ll ask you one more time.” I whimpered when his hand grabbed my jaw, turning my face to the side so he could better speak against my ear. “Whose shirt are you wearing?”

Trembling, I at last confessed, “It’s Chris’” immediately latching on to an explanation. “I spilled beer all over mine earlier, and he had this in his locker, so he lent it to me.”

August’s sharp inhale resonated across the empty bar, adding to the cocktail of emotions that had me drenching my panties when I  felt the edge of a knife being slowly pressed against my thigh, his smile against my shoulder.

“I knew you wouldn’t just fall in someone else’s arms.” I whimpered when a flick of his wrist reduced the shirt I was wearing into nothing but scraps of fabric, laid out on the floor. “I knew you felt it too, this connection between us.”

He turned me around in his arms, both hands cradling my face even with the knife still in his hands. I should probably run, but I already knew it was too late for me.

I’d succumbed to his desires.

“I’m gonna make you mine now, darling.” My knees faltered at the pet name, and he had to support my body as the hand holding the knife traveled downward until it reached my jeans. He made quick work of it too. I heard the knife drop to the floor before his fingers were opening me up, getting me ready for the monster of a cock I could feel straining against its confines as he rutted against me.

“I need you to cum for me quick,” he ordered, provoking a whimper as I grew weaker and weaker for the man who now took me for himself. “Can’t hold back from you anymore, doll. Kept trying to admire from a distance, but seeing you tonight in another man’s clothes… made me realize I could never live with myself if I didn’t make sure you’d never belong to another man, ever again.” 

I didn’t want anyone else, just him. And I made sure to let him know, “I only want you, August.” The pointy edge of the knife suddenly pressing against my hip, I gasped, my arms wrapped around the back of his neck.

“Daddy,” he corrected, making me even wetter for him, the sounds of my juices as he finger fucked me making my head swirl. This was my place of work, and here I was, being violated in it in the best of ways.

“Daddy”, I repeated, moaning in delight at his idea of a reward, when he dropped the knife on the floor and took my breasts in his other hand, quickening the pace of his fingers inside of me as he buried his face against the crook of my neck, his mustache tickling me.

“Cum, now.” It was an order, and I would be crazy not to follow it, especially with how hard he was making it for me not to do exactly as he said. My legs faltered underneath me, but he didn’t let me fall, holding me to his strong body until he could drop me over the bar, keeping my legs dangling in front of him.

“Good girl…” The compliment paired with the sounds of his belt unbuckling hard me trembling in anticipation. The feeling of August’s cock spearing me open was enough to have me believing I’d cum yet again, this time practically untouched.

That was, until his hand settled over my ass, spanking me loudly as the other pulled on my hair, making sure he got my attention. “Don’t… fucking… cum.”

Every word was punctuated by a harsh thrust, right against my sweet spot. He didn’t give me any time to get used to his considerable size, made even more considerable by the gentle pressure of the wood against my stomach, making me feel each drag of his cock against my inner walls.

“You will wait for me, kitten. I’ve already let you cum once, so I could fit my cock in this tight wet hole, but now, you must ask me for permission if you want to cum.” August panted over me, his pace never faltering as I heard him climb that mountain of desire, eager to meet me at the top. “I control your pleasure now. Got it?”

My response was a screeched “Yes, daddy!” followed by a succession of “Please, let me cum! Please, please, let me cum.” August grunted a few more times, his cock fucking me in a brutal pace, before he finally allowed me to cum.

“Alright, doll. Cum with me, cum with me, c’mon.” The feeling of his warm spurts of cum filling me up brought me to my own release. Much to my surprise, August didn’t stay inside of me for long, opting to pull out and watch the mess of us both run down between my thighs, the look in his eyes making it seem like he thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“Looking like a perfect mess, kitten,” he commented, smirking because he was the cause of it. “Let me get you home and clean you up. And then mess you all up again.”

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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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Bringing a cup of scorching hot espresso to your lips you blew on it whistfully, your eyes further examining the happenings on this ancient square. Large white umbrellas were everywhere, keeping people shaded and comfortable as the sand coloured buildings basked in the hot sun. The sky was a crisp blue, no clouds drifting by to offer any relief from the strong August rays.

August. 

Where was he anyways? It wasn’t like him to be late.

You took a pensive sip of the bitter, rich-smelling coffee, savouring the hot liquid kissing your tongue. It wasn’t often you got to drink such good coffee, so you would enjoy every tiny, minuscule sip of it. Sighing softly you licked your lips, placing the small cup back on the table so you could study the menu card. Plasticised and filled with poor English translations, you couldn’t help but grin at the section of “small bits”. Which probably should be small bites, but alas, none would be the wiser.

Movement. Peculiar movement. With half an eye you gazed over your menu card, seeing something that was obviously not an animal, moving with cat-like grace down one of the buildings. A..a man? Looking around without moving your head, your glasses still perfectly hiding your eyes, you checked if anyone else saw. But no, it seemed like people were too occupied with their food, drinks and each other.

Looking back at the man you found him already lost in the crowd. You frowned. Had you just hallucinated this? Did you have a heatstroke or something? Keeping your eyes trained on the spot where you had last seen the man - somewhere just above the first floor of one of the ancient buildings - you missed the fact someone now stood besides you.

‘Is this seat taken?’ A deep baritone made you look up from your studious gaze, your head slowly tipping towards the sky so you could look at him. Blue eyes that matched the cloudless heavens, a tumble of dark curls falling around a neatly trimmed face with moustache. Your heart skipped a beat, but you didn’t show it, your face a mask as your eyebrows rose carefully above the edge of your dark sunglasses.

‘In..corrigible.’ You sniffled softly, moving to remove your bag from the chair. You could hear him chuckle in turn, an amused grin gracing his cupid bowed lips as he shirked off his sweaty blouse, the same blouse you had spotted on the man that was climbing down that building.

Before taking his seat he leaned over, moving close enough to kiss you, making you wait for him, head still tilted up.. but..he didn’t. You frowned again, then felt his fingers slip around your face, pulling your sunglasses from your face, warm eyes looking into yours.

‘Hello beautiful.’ He smiled.

You chuckled, then smiled in turn. ‘Hello husband.’ You hummed as he finally closed the distance, pressing a sweet kiss on your coffee-tinted lips.

‘I thought you wouldn’t come.’ You said as he took his seat next to you, his blouse discarded on the edge of the table. He shook his head, offering you a bemused glance as he took the menu from your hands, eyebrows raising as he checked out the menu items. ‘I promised I’d be here, though unfortunately a little later as the streets were in complete lockdown.’ He said simply, eyes cruising down the menu, a glimmer of amusement flickering over his lips as he probably noticed the same poor translations of the listed items, the sweat of his parkour-tour still gleaming on the edge of his forehead.

‘Hmmm..’ You hummed, smiling up at the sun, eyes closed, your skin smooth and warm in its rays. ‘So tell me..Why here?’ You asked. 

You heard him grumble as you heard the sound of the card being placed back on the table. You raised an eyebrow, eyes slowly blinking open again, his blues hovering so awfully close next to you once more.

‘Well..’ He reached down his pocket, procuring a golden ring from it and taking your left hand, moving the item back on your ring finger - the place where it belonged. You sniffled and looked at the ring for a moment, the gold sparkling in the sun. Without a word you reached for the necklace around your neck, clicking it open so you could remove the ring that hung from it.

Before you could return the favour, he stopped you, his hand folding over yours, taking the ring and showing you the inscription. An inscription you knew well, but still. ‘Amor?’ You asked, not understanding what he was aiming at.

‘Anagram for..’ He offered. You smiled, sighing. ‘Roma.’

‘Assolutamente mia cara.’ He smiled in fluent Italian, his fangs sparkling in the sun. Your August in the August sun. You giggled and poked him playfully in the arm, to which his smile grew into an equally playful grin. Quickly he pushed the ring in his hand onto his finger, catching your hand so he could pull it towards his face, his lips pressing a most gentle kiss on your knuckles.

Your August.

—

Five years earlier.

This London bar was rowdy, but “hip”. Young professionals with their cool clothes sipping on far too expensive cocktails and half a litre pints, their bodies on the roam, looking for entertainment for the night. You had been sitting at this bar for a good twenty minutes now and you wondered if you had just been stood up, but was unwilling to accept your faith just yet.

Sipping on your red wine you felt an unwelcome hand brush down your back. Which in all fairness could be accidental, since this bar was busy, but.. it wasn’t. It travelled down further, before testingly squeezing the meat of your buttocks, making you frown before you quickly turned on your bar stool. Your eyes met with a man whose hands were already raised up in the air, his whole being acting as if he was all innocent though he clearly was anything but.

‘Fuck off!’ You growled, making him shake with laughter. ‘Oh come on lil’ bird. I dinno do nuthin’!’ He feigned shock, pressing his hands into his chest. ‘Truly! Knights honour!’

‘Just fuck off will you?’ You warned, turning back around, not in the mood for these kind of shenanigans. You were supposed to be having this blind date with a man who, according to your best friend, was like “the perfect match” for you. Smart, suave, handsome. And..as of right now..not here.

Did he forget? Or was he maybe at a different bar, waiting for you too?

Another hand slipped around your waist and the annoying man was back for round two.

‘Hey baby, looks like you could use some cheerin’…’

‘FUCK OFF.’ You bit back, looking at him with seething eyes. He chuckled again, not willing to stand down and heed your more-than-clear warning. ‘Or what..sugar? Hmm.’ He laughed, pulling his whole arm around you and trying to squeeze himself in between the bar stools.

Thankfully, he couldn’t, the man on your right now turning around, picking up on the little kerfuffle.

‘Mate. Time for you to leave.’ He said, standing up and towering a good few inches above the other man. The annoying laugh died right on his lips as he looked up at the man, the man’s height not being the only advantage; he was much broader in build and from the looks of it he could pack a mean punch.

With the blink of an eye the annoying man disappeared into the crowd, the large man sinking back down on his seat, his hand moving back to his drink. A scotch or something equally honey-coloured and strong. You muttered a thanks and quickly looked back at the door as it swung open, another man entering.

‘Waiting for someone?’ The large man asked, fingers now wrapping around the tumblr glass. You stretched your neck to check the new-comer, deciding that wasn’t your date either. You shrugged, annoyance laying thick in your voice as you responded. ‘A date.’

‘Hmm..when should he arrive?’ His brows furrowed in honest curiosity, his deep blue eyes studying you. You quickly looked away, your hand gripping your glass of wine more tightly. A pained smile crossed your lips before you quickly retorted. ‘Pff..that’s not of interest to you, good sir. Thanks for the help though.’ You nodded. ‘Good night.’

You turned away from him a bit, nervous lips taking a sip of the wine. But you could still feel those mysterious eyes of his, burning into the back of your skull. 

What you didn’t see was that he was in fact no longer looking at you, his eyes now roaming around the bar, studying the crowd.

He hummed, his voice so deep and strong you could still hear him loud and clear. ‘Hmm..did he happen to mention that he’d be carrying anything with him?’

You frowned, turning on your seat to look at him with a mild confusion. ‘What?’

The man shrugged. ‘A..rose? By any chance?’ He smiled, then nodded at a man that was clearly trying to hook up with a brunette whose boobs were near falling out of her dress. A dress that was very similar to yours. A dress you had described for him to find. Oh you have got to be kidd...

You gasped, studying the two for another hot second before you turned your angry and clearly shocked gaze at the stranger next to you. You felt quite hurt, having sat here for twenty minutes, only for your date to apparently be hooking up with a girl just a few meters away. Feeling the embarrassment burn on your cheeks, you quickly slipped of your bar stool, taking your wine in your stride and disappearing in the crowd, hoping the dance floor would offer you some relief.

Well. It didn’t. After being pushed and pulled around, your wine near spilling over for at least a dozen times, you quickly emptied your drink and left the bar, a London-esque drizzle making you shiver in your winter coat. 

You had just called a cab and, seeing one stop right in front of the club, made you jump with delight. Your cab! Your…eh…hold on! You gasped as two other guests quickly jumped in your cab, the door already swooshing closed before you could start to protest.

This really wasn’t your night. Growling in quiet frustration you decided to forgo calling a new taxi, your tired feet clicking on the pavement as you started to walk home. And of course, as things seemingly couldn’t get worse..it started to rain. 

The thick cold water dripped heavily into your hair, slipping down your burning hot face. Hot with alcohol, dancing and..well..embarrassment. Your friend would sure get to hear all about this, because hot damn what an awful night it had been.

*SSWLIP*

An umbrella opened above your head. The frown on your face grew as you looked up, your tired brain taking a good moment to realise what was happening. First you saw the big black umbrella that was now shielding you from the rain. Then it was the face of that stranger again, his body now sporting a thick, dark grey wool trench coat and scarf. Quite dandy in combination with his neatly coiffed lob of curls and moustache.

Sighing you shook your head. ‘I really don’t need a..-‘

‘Let’s eat a slice of pizza and wait for the rain to pass then?’ He smiled, nodding at a 24/7 pizzeria just across the street. You frowned again, then felt your stomach growl at the mere thought of eating. Besides, you didn’t REALLY want to get wet.

‘Only pizza.’ You finally agreed, looking at his unfazed smile, his head nodding ever so slightly in agreement.

—

The Roman sun was losing its force as it sank down beneath the rolling hill tops, the scattering of ruins you were walking through being kissed with a golden hue. It was a perfect afternoon, most tourists having moved to see the parades, leaving you and your dear August in a relative quiet as you strolled through town.

You had never been in Rome before, so with true amazement you looked up at the huge pillars and foundations that lay before you, indicating just how huge these buildings had been. You could imagine the life here. How the streets must have bustled with markets and people dressed in rich silks, going about their daily business. What would it have smelled like? Tasted like? Looked like? You knew how colourful it probably had been - you had picked up a thing or two in college and the initial thought of pale white marble statues and buildings had long been debunked. Rome had been colourful. A melting pot of cultures, spices, people.

Just like it was right now, you thought, walking over a small pedestrian bridge with August’s arm wrapped around your waist, his large physique keeping you snug and safe. 

Beneath you a slow river streamed, its sound muffled over the laughter of playing children, running over the bridge, dodging around the few tourists that walked here. You smiled, seeing their happy faces, the remains of a previously devoured ice cream still sticking to their lips and noses.

You could feel his gaze on you, his arm pulling you even tighter towards his chest. You looked up, both your feet halting for a moment as your eyes met, his free arm moving to cup your cheek, tilting your head just so he could look at you better.

You had removed your hat and sunglasses now the sun was no longer burning into your heated skulls, offering him free access to your face whenever he pleased. He smiled, admiring eyes brushing over you.

‘How about..dessert first?’ He asked, a smirk playing at his lips. You raised an eyebrow and placed a hand on his broad chest. ‘To what do I own such pleasure, hmm?’ You jested. He quirked up a playful eyebrow, making the tumble of curls on his forehead shift. ‘Well, it’s our first holiday in..what was it..?’

‘Three whole years.’ You grinned, biting your lip.

‘And you still put up with me.’ He sniggered.

‘And you with me.’ You laughed, poking him, to which he growled, his strong arm pulling you flush against his chest, the hand cupping your cheek now holding you with a certain possessiveness.  Leaning down he brushed his lips over yours, your lips curling up in an amused chuckle, to which he bit down in your lip, his tongue quick to sooth whatever sting he caused. Which.. was exactly what August was. A playful combination of tender dominance, pain and pleasure working together in a heady mixture of love.

He leaned back ever so slightly, a cheshire grin gracing his beautiful lips. You smiled. ‘Mmm..I do know what I want as a real dessert.’ 

He hummed in agreement. ‘Mm-mmm. I can’t wait.’

—

Your apartment was quiet and the curtains were drawn, the bedroom smelling slightly tangy. Of blood, sweat and bitter medicine. Slipping inside you noticed he had not moved since you last checked on him, his body still propped in the pillows, eyes closed, arms folded over the blanket at either side of his body.

Your dear August.

How scared you had been when you learned he had gotten entangled in a cross-fire, your year-long boyfriend now suddenly so fragile and pale under the white sheets. But, you knew this was as much a part of him as you were. You knew who he was, what he did..and this..well this could happen.

With silent steps you moved around the bed, placing the tray with chamomile tea and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies on the side table. His favourite cookies. You could hear him breathe in more deeply, his eyes still closed as he sniffled his nose, a grumble rumbling through his large chest. You smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, moving to cup his cheek in your left hand.

‘Hey.’ You said softly.

‘Hmm..’ He hummed, eyes slowly opening. You smiled a sad smile, studying his face, seeing how tired he still was despite the weeks of rest, his skin still slightly pale and his beard grown out slightly. And yet, you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter at the idea that he was alive and healing, make you beam with pride and happiness.

‘I missed you.’ He hummed, his voice croaking.

‘I was only in the kitchen.’ You admonished, your lips curling in a smile.

‘Mhm.’ He agreed, the mirth clear in his hazed blues. Slowly he moved his eyes to side glance the new treasures on the side table, his smile growing when he noticed the cookies.

‘Hmm.’ He smiled in satisfaction, his eyes moving back to you, the haze clearing, but instead making place for a darker hue.

Your breath choked as his hand reached down your arm, taking your hand and pulling it over his shoulder, making you topple over him. 

Even when severely wounded, he easily out-weighed you in strength, your other hand having to shoot up to steady yourself before you crashed right on top of his chest.

Suddenly you were hovering so close to him, your lips near inches removed from one another. He smiled, looking up into your eyes, waiting for you to kiss him. In fact he almost seemed to test you, his smile holding a teasing glint.

‘What?’ You smiled in turn, raising a testing eyebrow.

‘You smell of cookies.’ He breathed, deciding he couldn’t wait, a grunt leaving his lips as he pushed himself up, his lips locking with yours. You wished to push him back in the pillows, but he didn’t let you, his lips instead murmuring in sweet delight: ‘And you taste of them too.’

—

After your city stroll you found yourself sitting on some clanky plastic chairs, a large carafe of wine placed on the wobbly table. You weren’t quite sure why August had been so adamant on eating here, of all places, but at least the pizzas on other people’s plates looked good. Besides, it was super busy and that’s usually a good sign when you eat in some back-way street.

A waiter took your order, August taking it upon himself to order for you both, as his Italian was far better than yours. The waiter jotted something down on a little note block and smiled at you and August, his feet quickly moving to help some of his other guests.

‘Now dear wife. I’d like to introduce you to the best pizza in town.’ August smiled, raising his wine glass to his lips. You scrunched your nose, looking around, confusion clear on your face as you looked at the plastic tables that were squeezed together in this little alleyway.

‘Mmkay..So what’d you order?’ You asked suspiciously.

‘Your favourite.’ He said, smiling happily as the confusion on your face grew. ‘I have a favourite?’

—

‘Sorry love, we’re all out of salami.’ The man behind the 24/7 pizza counter shrugged.

You scowled, pressing your lips together in thought as you looked over the other slices behind the counter, the people in the line behind you sighing in impatience. You were really not one for making fast, pressured decisions. Especially not when you were having an off-day.

‘Quite your lucky day.’ His voice sounded behind you before he stepped in, following your gaze to also look at the slices. He leaned his umbrella on the tile floor and pointed at one of the slices.

‘A slice of Bufala please.’ He nodded at the man and with a few swift movements the slice was moved over the glass counter, the man behind the counter now looking back at you, expectantly. The umbrella-wielding stranger smirked and looked over his shoulder, seeing your puzzled face.  

‘Try a bite.’ He said, offering you his slice of pizza.

‘Naa..’ You waved him off, scrunching your face even more. ‘I want…mmm…I want ehh-.’

‘Try it.’ He repeated, more pressingly.

You looked up at him, then at the pizza, your stomach growling at the sight. The smile on his face grew as he raised a challenging eyebrow, noticing you were about to accept his offer. You frowned, but gave in, moving to grab the slice from his hand anyways. ‘Don’t think you’ll get a bit of my slice in turn.’ You warned.

He chuckled and shook his head. ‘Try. It.’

You kept your eyes trained on his mysterious blues, your mouth taking a tiny hesitant bite of his slice of pizza. And hot damn was it a good bite. You hummed, closing your eyes for a moment before you quickly shrugged yourself out of this exposition of utter delight. Opening your eyes again you were met with an amused grin on the strangers face, his hand carefully prying his slice of pizza from your clutches.

‘Fine. I’ll have one of those too.’ You muttered, looking at the man behind the counter who sighed in relief, his arms moving up to aim at the sky, waving them about with a sense of drama. ‘Mamma Mia! We have a converter! One Bufala coming up for the lady.’

You rolled your eyes, then thanked the man after you and the stranger both paid for your slices.

—

A pizza was put on the small, square plastic table, it’s sheer size big enough to nearly fill the whole surface. It was actually quite difficult to squeeze in the carafe of wine and two sets of cutlery, but you and August managed. Chuckling you took a sip of your wine as August started to cut the pizza into slices. 

It sure did look like an amazingly delicious pizza. A thin but sturdy crust, fresh dollops of buffalo mozzarella that had just melted on top of a rich tomato sauce. A few sprinkles of fresh basil and ..that was it. Simple but truly delicious.

Yep. This was your favourite.

‘I see.’ You nodded.

‘You like what you see?’ He smirked. You looked up, meeting his hungry gaze, though this time it wasn’t for pizza. It was for you.

‘Always.’

—

You and the stranger squeezed yourself in on a red leather bench that ran along the wall of the narrow 24/7 shop, the place completely filled with fellow late-night snackers. Finding a good spot, sitting close and shoulder-to-shoulder you dug into your cheesy slices of heavenly goodness, your eyes taking the time to study the small pizzeria.

You were sitting at tables covered in plastic red-white checkered table cloths, bright TL-lights flickering atop your heads and the air permeating with the welcoming smell of the pizza oven in the back. Smokey, cindering hot..cosiness. 

You felt the strangers arm shift next to you, his mouth catching a string of cheese that was trying to escape. You chuckled quietly, but quickly looked away when he noticed your gaze. Instead you looked at the other late night snackers. Fellow Londoners who talked so loudly you barely could hear your own thoughts. Truly..Brits weren’t the most charming of drunk people around. You snickered as one of the girls shrieked when some of the toppings of her pizza dropped down in her décolletage. Which truly..wasn’t a surprise as she was so busty you could probably stuff a few whole pizzas in there.

You looked back at your pizza. Cheesy, tomatoey goodness with quite the perfect crust. Crunchy, but chewy. With another hum you bit into your pizza, your eyes continuing to wander..though this time at the mysterious stranger besides you. A lock of curls flopped over his forehead, and just below his nose that silly moustache that kind of worked for him. And mind you, his smell which was overwhelmingly sexy somehow.

He noticed your gaze again, his tongue flicking over his glimmering lips before he locked his eyes with yours. Your pizza slowly lowered, near forgotten, as your eyes remained locked with his. He swallowed back the last of his bite, his pizza also forgotten as your eyes and his eyes were all there were in that moment.  

‘Hi.’ You blurted out, immediately scolding yourself for being so stupid. What was wrong with you?!

A quick smile washed over his lips before his eyes flicked for the shortest moment to your lips, then back to your eyes. His intention was clear and your breath choked, you eyes blinking as you saw him lean into you in near slow-motion. Closer…closer..closer. His blue eyes drowning out everything around you, until you felt a tickle on your upper lip. His moustache, the whiskers coarse on your tender skin. You shivered, feeling the softness of his warm lips on yours. And then his tongue flicked out, this time to caress your lips, first brushing over your upper lip before begging entrance.

You didn’t even know his name. But heck. The kiss deepened and you felt yourself getting swept away, body melting into his, your breath choking in this sweet, midnight..pizza-bliss.

—

‘Fuck kitten.’ He growled as he pushed the white dress off your shoulders, your lingerie immediately being admired by his roaming hands, his lips not leaving yours as he pulled you through the little hallway of the hotel room. He didn’t even bother to flick on the lights, his and your feet shuffling awkwardly past the furniture until you found the bed, your bodies tumbling on top of the bouncy mattress.

You let out an airy chuckle, feeling his body crawl on top of yours like it had a hundred times. Familiar calloused finger tips caressing your skin, the alcohol buzzing through your veins, your belly filled with a shamefully large amount of good food. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

‘One...’ He pressed a kiss on your belly. ‘..whole..’ His hot breath trailed up, his facial hair scratching and burning up your skin whenever you pushed air in your excited lungs. ‘..month.’ He whispered, pulling the cup of your bra down so he could lather your nipples with equally blazing trails of kisses. You snickered, fingertips brushing through his curls, legs looping around his strong thighs.

‘I missed you so much.’ You muttered, shivering beneath his wanton touches. Gods you missed him. This.

He hummed, then moved up, his dark timbre now suddenly so very close to your ears. You could nearly hear him smile. In fact you just knew he was smiling, his breath brushing over your cheeks.

‘And now ..for dessert…’

You laughed, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close. ‘Mmm…More like..for starters.’

Another Author’s note: Why Rome for me? 

2017. My boyfriend had one simple task..and that was ordering plane tickets for our holiday to Greece. Little did he know he forgot to check the “direct-flights” check box and next thing you know you are spending 12 hours on an airport near Rome. Not wishing to waste our precious holiday we booked train tickets and traveled to the city centre. What followed was a magical few hours running past tourist attractions to eat as much as we possibly could. Yes, my dear readers, that is love.

Tips:

- Best gelato (ice cream) - Gelateria del Viale - try the lemon flavour!! The texture’s so perfectly creamy and the slightly bitter, rich lemon flavour quenches your thirst like nothing else can.

- Best pizza (REALLY THOUGH) - Dar Poeta - the place looks clanky and cheap. But dear gods are their pizzas good. Later at the airport we found someone walking around with one of their pizza boxes; “I’m taking it home to my wife.” So yes; eat their pizza when you’re in town. You won’t regret it. 

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He was met with the smell of putrid flesh – the heat didn’t help – and as he moved closer, he saw bodies littering the floor of the barn, dried blood everywhere in the leftover hay. He reached a chair placed in the middle of the barn, where a very fat and very dead man sat. He was covered in Hello Kitty stickers. Which would have been weird enough. But he had a tiara pinned into his balding head, dried blood caked on the bottom of it, and he realized that it was nailed into his head – probably while he still was alive, if he were to judge based on the amount of blood. That wasn’t the weirdest part either. Nor was the pretty, pink tutu around his waist, droplets of blood clinging to it.

No, it was the Bratz-doll stuffed down his throat so far, that only the top of the ever-smiling face was sticking up – it was lodged so deeply and firmly into his throat, he could see where the feet stuck out. It’s must’ve been a long and rather torturous death - and as a cherry on the top, there was a red kiss-mark on his nose, almost painting it as a clown-nose. The little note that had been stuck to the shirt of the man with another Hello Kitty-sticker was also weird. Hiya, big boy Augie! Love ya, so I helped you make your job easier. Kisses! It was written in a slanting, female handwriting and in the man’s lap lay several folders. He had grabbed them with gloved fingers and walked outside into the blazing, sweltering heat.

“You can take them.” He nodded to the barn behind him. “Yes, sir.” He looked back at the note in his hand.

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And so it had continued for the larger part of a year. Strange deaths, all with a red mark on the nose and a stupid, little note somewhere on their body. He was losing his mind. All of the notes seemed strangely familiar with him, and had recently ramped up the playful, almost childish tone by referring to him as daddy. He had found the latest body in a tree in a dog park, strung up on very badly broken legs by a dog leash and a rubber duck stuck in his throat. He was just about to pull his fucking beard out. It was driving him insane. His phone rang from somewhere behind him, where he had thrown it in a pile of clothes, he had dumped out of his suitcase and he rummaged through it, frowning as he grabbed unto something that felt weirdly… Cup-shaped. He pulled a lacy bra out from his pile of clothing and frowned – he hadn’t had a visitor for a while, and he was sure that no one would leave it behind, because he’d make damn sure of it. No trails. He answered the phone absentmindedly with a grunt. “What?” “Sir…” He groaned and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew that tone. “Again?” “Sorry sir.”

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 A few hours earlier, you had giggled offhandedly as you slowly backed over a screaming man. “Whoops, I’m so sorry, I completely forgot to put it in drive! Lemme just…” You called out of the window. You shifted the stick and drove over him again, feeling a level of glee as you heard him exhale in a scream – it sounded like a deflating balloon, where the end was being squished together. “Oh, lord, I completely forgot I actually have to go the other way. Sorry, bro.” And you backed over him again.

This went on until you only heard the soft squelch of flesh being carved into pavement. You stilled the engine and got out, the heel of your thigh-high military boot hitting the ground with a heavy thud. You kicked his useless face for good measure. “That’s what you get for hitting a kid and fleeing from it, you fucking asshole.” You spat at him for good measure. Besides, you were getting bored of toying with August – it would be way more fun to just… Leave little breadcrumbs.

Which meant upping the ante just a little. You hastily put your coordinates down and kissed the fucker’s nose before leaving the scene, laughing a little. All in a day’s work.

You waited for way too long. You had expected him to show up within an hour, but he didn’t, the asshole. You sighed and looked at your watch before you stood from your seat and changed back into your normal “civilian” outfit. Wasted efforts.

As you walked from your location, another pling came from your phone – another message from your… Helpline, calling for justice. You frowned and sighed. Job’s never done when there’s creeps around, you supposed, and began heading in the opposite direction, grabbing the necessary items out of your bag, and quickly adjusting the pink, braided wig on your head as you walked towards the Carnival. The clown was easy enough to find. He was making stupid fucking balloon-animals for kids, and you saw his gaze locked in on a girl, who looked no older than five years old. It made your skin crawl. You quickly slipped into the back-tent to see what you could find as a fitting means to an end; you cracked a wide smile as you found it and began preparing for the night’s events.

On the other side of town, August was just about ready to pull his beard out. Yeah, the killer had managed to leave coordinates on the little note addressed to Augie – he even smelled a light scent of lavender on it, leading him to firmly believe this was a goddamn woman – but he had been held up by the fucking stupid-ass idiot sheriff, who was just about ready to murder him for the lack of answers. What could he do? Every kill they’d come across since he came into town had been horrifying – and much to his dismay, slightly amazing in their creativity – but at the same time, there had been file after file after file attached to them, that described the full extent of their crimes. He wasn’t exactly sad about it, and they were all pretty much an open and shut case – if they had only found the killer. At any rate, he had shown up to an empty warehouse and a discarded pair of pants. He wasn’t in a hurry to find her if he was being honest; although he would like to see who the hell managed to kill so many people and clearly knew him.

A single officer, young man and fairly new in the job, had trailed him as he went, and now his voice sounded through the warehouse, his voice echoing. “Sir, we’ve got a situation.” “Of fucking course, we do. Who’s been strung in a tree this time?” “Uhm… I think you should just come along, sir.”

It led them to one of the traveling carnivals that had been going around the state, a symphony of screams and running feet meeting them as they walked deeper in. Several guards pointed to the large, pinstriped tent in the back of the field and August narrowed his eyes as they walked inside, the smell of stale popcorn and hay filling his nose. “Oh, fucking hell.” He whispered as he saw the scene in front of him.

A clown lay in the middle of the stage, blood pooling around him and the face-paint streaked from tears. A goddamn unicycle was somehow lodged in his chest. “What the hell happened?” He asked the director, who looked ready to pass out. “I came in and saw him like this! I have… We were supposed to start a show, so the lights were off and oh god, I’m going to lose all my revenue…” August rolled his eyes. Of course, the asshole would only care about money. He stepped over the railing and looked closer at the body. He reeked of beer and shit. The unicycle wasn’t just lodged in his chest, no, it had been modified – several long, thick nails stuck out from the tire, several of which were so deep in his chest, that the tire was bending downwards slightly. The nails looked like the ones they used to hammer the tent down, thick, a little rusty and mighty fucking sharp – he tapped the unicycle lightly, and it made the body bounce; he had to bite his lip to avoid snickering. He could appreciate the creativity.

The red nose, the weird M.O., and the stack of papers on top of him gave more than reason to think it was the same as all the others. He flipped through the pages, seeing the word pedophile show up and he knew instantly that he would have done the same, if he had the chance.

“Well, wheel him in. I’m taking the night off.” He mumbled to the officer, who simply nodded at him as he left the foul tent and went back to his hotel. He was not in the mood for more bodies or trying to figure this shit out.

The night seemed too short. He woke up to a tap on the door, bleary-eyed and barely awake as he stumbled to the door to receive room-service, he had not ordered and yawned as he sat down, looked with narrowed eyes at the pot of coffee and a stack of croissants in front of him. “Fucking…” He grabbed the piece of paper that ad been stuck to the inside of his cup and glanced at it. Sure enough, addressed to Augie, a red lipstick-stain on the back, and coordinates under the line of text.

Come find me, Augie-boy. Fuck it. He grabbed whatever he could of clothing and strapped his gun to his holster, moving as quickly as he could to get out of his goddamn room and find this person before it was too late.

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Not even 20 minutes later, he was at a small and what looked to be abandoned townhouse on the outskirts of the city; it was in complete disrepair, the door creaking on unsteady hinges as he stepped inside. He heard a dull thud from somewhere to his left and what sounded like a muffled scream following – he drew his gun out and walked slowly towards the sound.

When he came to a room, where the door had been pulled off the hinges, he stopped dead in his tracks. A man stood against the wall, gagged and tied with chains, tears streaming down his face – understandably so, because several small knives were lodged in his groin. His eyes followed a knife, that flew through the air and landed in the man’s lower abdomen, causing another wail to let out behind the bright pink gag. “Oh, stop crying, you baby.” A female voice sounded from behind the wall, full of glee. “And you, stop lingering in the hall.” He raised an eyebrow. Perceptive. “Hands up, knives down.” He bellowed as he stepped closer to the room. A dilapidated bed stood to the side and a woman was sitting on it, dressed in all black lingerie and a pair of military boots, a wide smile turned in his direction. “Hiya, Augie-daddy!” She winked at him and waved with a knife. He stilled. She was gorgeous and he was taken aback by her attitude and cheery voice. “I was wondering when I’d see you. I thought I’d keep myself entertained while I waited.” She stood up and narrowed her eyes at the man, who was whimpering and tried to get out a few muffled cries for help. “You, shut your face.” She pointed a knife at him and with her tongue between her teeth, she took aim and lodged it in what August would assume was his balls, judging by the blood-curdling scream he let out. When he looked at her, something dawned on him.

He knew her.

Flashes from a trafficking-ring came to him – he had helped several girls out from the dingy basement, they had been kept in, and a girl with striking eyes and a soft smile had thanked him for his help, vowing to never forget him. It seemed as though she kept her word. And grew up. “You? You were a KID, what the fuck are you doing?” He asked incredulously. “Aw, I’m flattered, you remember me?” She said with a flick of her wrist, her cheeks flushing. “What the hell?? I got you out of a fucking trafficking-ring and you go right back into crime?” She frowned. “Uh… No? I mean, you definitely saved me, but it wasn’t trafficking. I’m a Sparrow.” She said with a small bow. He frowned deeper than before as he took in her frame. He had heard of the Sparrows, trained assassins, that moved quietly and unseen to and from their targets. “You’re not exactly keeping under wraps, are you?” He asked, lowering his gun. The guy whimpered as he saw hope dwindle as the gun fell back in it’s holster. She scratched her arm with the knife. “No, but I had to get your attention somehow.” “What the fuck are you doing??” She frowned at him disbelievingly. “I’m helping!” He was about to answer her when she held a finger up to him. She stalked over to the poor man, still whimpering and held his chin between two fingers. “Now, Thomas, grabbing at a girl is not very nice, is it?” He shook his head. “And you won’t do it ever, ever again?” He nodded furiously. “Good boy.”

She stepped away from him, but pouted and turned on her heel, looking at him before lodging a knife straight between his eyes. “Now you won’t.” “Girl, for heaven’s sake, you’re really not helping yourself here.” “What? His rap-sheet was huge.” He rubbed his forehead, extremely confused. “Oh, come on, I’ve seen your search history, don’t act like you don’t like it, daddy.” His cock twitched at her words. “What? You’ve been in my room?” She looked at him like he had grown an extra head. “Uh… Yeah? How else did you think my bra got in there?” He remembered the bra in his clothes. Goddamnit. “I should shoot you.” “You won’t, will you, daddy?” She batted her eyelashes at him. “I mean, I helped you out. Got some bad guys, got your attention…” She definitely had it now.

She was wearing nothing but lingerie and boots, and he was throbbing just looking at her. Her wild killing-spree also did something to him – he should probably see a therapist for that – and he really, really wanted to grab her and fucking ruin her. “Now…” She grinned at him, her eyes darkening as she saw the outline of his cock in his pants. “Are you going to use that, or just stand there?”

He growled and grabbed her by the throat, pushing her to the bed. He loved the way her breath hitched, and the careful veil of composure he had on him, dissolved – there was nothing he’d rather do than fuck her until she was a fucking wreck and heaving for her breath. She smiled wickedly at him and he pressed harder, his other hand going straight to her pussy. He groaned as he felt nothing between his fingers and her folds; she was wearing crotchless panties. Even if he hadn’t intended on it, there was no way in fucking hell, she’d ever leave his side.

He thrust two fingers into her, his eyes boring into hers as she gasped for a breath and rolled her hips – he fucked her relentlessly with his fingers, determined to get her to cum over his fingers. She felt a fucking dream, wet, warm and perfect around his fingers, and the thought of being buried in her made him harder than he had ever been before. She came with a strangled scream and the bed rocked under her, her fingers clawing at his arms. He smirked at her deviously and pulled her to her feet, roughly pulling his fingers from her before he forced her on her knees. He kept his hand around her throat with just enough pressure for him to feel her pulse. It was like a high, he had never had before. He quickly unbuckled his pants and pushed them down his legs, letting his hard cock spring free. He saw her lips turn up in a quick smile as her eyes found his. “Take me, kitten.” He mumbled in a voice, he didn’t recognize. She opened her mouth diligently and pushed her tongue out, eyes still on him. He pushed as far as he could go, feeling her tighten around him – he chuckled darkly and tightened his grip. “More.” He ordered; she gagged, and spit dribbled from her chin as he pushed further, resting in her throat. “Fuck…” he kept his eyes on her as he began to fuck her mouth, reveling in the feeling of his cock in her throat. He could feel it against his hand, and it almost made him cum on the spot. The obscene sounds from her mouth filled the room as he snapped his hips and fucked her throat with so much power, he was sure she was going to choke. But she was a good girl and took him just as he wanted her to – even with tears streaming down her face. She had one hand on his thigh, steadying herself and the other was buried in her dripping hole, as she fucked herself in tandem with his movements.

He roared and pulled out of her throat, pulling her to her feet and almost throwing her onto the bed again – it creaked under her and she was panting, rubbing her throat with loving eyes at him; oh, he was in fucking trouble. He didn’t care about his clothes, leaving them on as he climbed over her. “What do you call me?” He asked, a finger trailing her cheekbone, before he smacked her cheek hard with the palm of his hand. She moaned and smiled at him, perfect lips parting. “Daddy.” “Good girl.” He pulled her by her hair, biting down on the skin on her collarbone as he lined himself up with her. He had no care in the world right now, all he wanted was to make her his.

He pushed into her with a single thrust, burying himself deeply in her. She was fucking tight and she squirmed a little under him, trying to adjust to his size. He simply grinned at her and pulled her hair. “You are taking all of me. I’m going to fucking fill you.” She whimpered and rolled her hips. “Ruin me, daddy.” How could he deny her that? He growled and something in him snapped; he dragged back before slamming into her again, her screams of delight filling the air; she was pulsing around him, drawing him deeper, and he picked up the pace, fucking her the best he knew. She felt like a fucking dream. She was his heaven. She was screaming his name, clawing at his arms, back and neck, whatever she could get her hands on as he pushed deeply into her, fucking her like there was no tomorrow. He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her easily, letting her stand on her knees and elbows, looking down at her perfect ass. He chuckled as she pushed back against him and let his palm fall to her ass, again and again, as he kept pounding her dripping hole. She came around him, walls drawing him in, her voice cracking with the force of the scream of pleasure – he didn’t stop. His hand found the slit of the crotchless panties and ripped up, creating a large hole that exposed her puckered hole; she was fucking perfect. He spat at her and rubbed the spit around her hole, her mewling and pushing against him. “Y-yes, daddy, please…” She moaned as he slowly let a long finger sink into her. He roared as he felt the thin wall, that separated her and felt his cock move under him. He picked up the speed, letting his finger and cock piston in and out of her until she was shaking under him. “You want me to fill you, baby?” He asked sweetly, moaning himself. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back anyway. “Yes, pl…Please, daddy, fill me, please, please…” She was almost delirious at this point, smacking against him and meeting his thrusts. She was about to come undone as well, he could feel it and he pushed another finger inside of her; she screamed loudly and stilled in her own movements as he stretched her holes fully. He roared with pleasure as he came, shooting thick ropes of his spend inside of her, filling her to the fucking breaking point., He could feel it around his cock as he almost managed to push some of it out again, his thrusts slowing until he stopped moving completely. “Fuck…” He pulled out of her, tucking his softening cock inside of his pants. She turned around and he couldn’t help the swell of pride in his chest, as he saw himself leak out of her.

She opened her mouth to say something, but at the same time, the bed gave out and she fell to the floor with a shriek, a flurry of dust flying around her. he chuckled and lifted her gently out of the bed, holding her closely. He finally kissed her, her lips tasting like strawberries and a slight metallic twang of blood. “Well, you coming with me?” He asked. She cocked an eyebrow.

“Is that even a question, I need to answer?”

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.

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.”

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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

Something Just Like This 🔥

The one where August figures out what happened to you.

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

a higher place 🔥

The one where a misunderstanding leads you into where you belong: August's arms.

Warnings: jealousy, misunderstandings, crude language, possessiveness, kind of knife play, dub!con if you squint (since reader is so willing), kind of public play? (they’re in a bar, but there’s no one else around), daddy kink, spanking, orgasm control, unprotected sex (don’t do it!), creampie.

Everything About You 🔥

The one where he’s surprised to find out what has been your companion while he was away

Warnings: smut, captain kink, slight obedience kink, use of sex toys, threat of orgasm denial, masturbation (f), threat of overstimulation, cockwarming, mention of double penetration

My Mistakes 🔥💫

The one where Henry Cavill was your married professor and he appears on your door one night after his life falls apart.

Warnings: smut, no actual cheating in Henry’s end (althought that’s open for consideration), professor-student relationship (the student’s supposed to be in the process of achieving a PhD), dirty talk (hello, it’s me), sir kink, praise kink, actually quite a lot of fluff because these two are idiots in love

Burn 🔥

The one where Henry’s blindfolded.

Warnings: p in v, oral (f), curse words, one mention of daddy! kink, unprotected sex (I don’t recommend it), restraints and blindfolds. Also, the reader is trying to be a dom in this one, but she’s pretty soft.

Black and White 🔥💫

The one where Henry is a vampire and he’s been trying to keep you safe by distancing himself.

Warnings: vampire!Henry AU, blood, smut

S.O.S. 🔥💫

The one where Henry works for your father so you come up with a plan.

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, barista!Henry AU, slightly sub!Henry, light choking

You and I 🔥

The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer

Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick,  laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex

friendzone - chris evans x reader x henry cavill smut/angst

When Chris breaks your heart, you’re glad that you have work to occupy your mind. But when he finds a way to insert himself in the project you’re directing, there’s more that he can ruin than your peace of mind - like your blooming relationship with the main actor, one Henry Cavill himself.

Warnings: smut, angst, betrayal of trust

don't  - manager!henry cavill smut

The one where Henry is your much older manager, but that doesn’t stop you from falling for him.

Warnings: age gap, secret relationship, parents disapproval, smut, unprotected sex, celeb!reader

Sentimental Education 🔥💫 (drabbles)

The one where you’re having an affair with your professor but he wants so much more…