#august walker reader insert

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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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He looked at her retreating form; she was stomping her feet down loudly and was raising her voice, “I can't believe you, Hank! First you bail on me on our anniversary, then I find out you’ve been using our shared credit card at this hotel!”

Following her, he pulled her hand back and questioned, “What the hell do you mean?”

 Scoffing, she pulled her hand from his grasp and proceeded to walk until she was right beside Chang’s table; the man and his companion were looking intently at the scene unfolding in front of them.

“What the hell do I mean? How about the fact that you booked a fucking hotel room and met up with some whore at the hotel bar!” As his partner was detailing his imaginary infidelity, Walker had to give props for how she quickly made up a story and devised a plan as they were now arm’s reach with their target.

He feigned remorse and sweetness laced to his voice as he coaxed her, “Sweetheart it was all a misunderstanding, come on don’t be overdramatic.”

He was supposed to say more, but Y/N decided that she heard enough and grabbed for Chang’s wine glass and threw the remnants of the liquor at August’s face as she scoffed, “Bastard!”. With this, their target intervened.

“Alright, why don’t we all calm down and take a deep breath,” he suggested as he stood in between the two agents with his hands held up, creating some space between the two.

“I’ll calm down once I file for divorce from this imbecile!” Y/N yelled as she pushed Chang’s hand away from her, but as she did so she was able to place the device under Chang’s suit jacket.

Sighing, Walker placed one of his hands by the target’s neck, “I’m sorry with how my wife threw up your drink,” he squeezed him as if to say he was sincere but he too just planted the device by his dress shirt, “We’ve just been going through a rough patch.”

Chang chuckled softly and patted August’s broad shoulders, “You look like you have a fine woman, don’t make a stupid choice.” With this, the latter looked at his partner and smiled warmly; which made Y/N feel something, but was trying her best to fight against it.

“Hank, why don’t we leave already? I believe we have a lot to talk about,” she said in hopes of getting out of their current situation. Nodding his head one last time to Chang, Walker surprised not only himself but also Y/N as he draped one of his arms around his partner’s waist and pushed her close against him as they both started to walk away from where they caused a scene.

Both their demeanors changed as they entered the elevator; despite being cramped up and pushed against each other for there were people around them, they felt so far away and distanced from one another. 

Once the ding of the elevator let them know they were in the basement parking of the hotel, they stepped out quietly. They both walked towards their surveillance car without even looking at each other. Upon entering the car, they both proceeded to turn on the laptop and see if the trackers placed on Chang was turned on and monitored whether his location changed.

“So that was some dialogue you had going on there,” August broke the silence as he took a sip of the bottled water as he set his gaze on his partner who had the laptop on her lap with her eyes glued to the screen.

Chuckling nervously, she defended herself, “Well it was the only way I thought of that could give us an excuse to get to Chang.” He nodded, setting the bottle down and now turned to face her fully. “You sure that wasn’t just you fulfilling your fantasies about being with me?” He teased with his eyebrow raised and arrogance laced on his tone.

The reflection staring back at me wasn’t my own.

Strands of (hair/colour) hair were sticking up at odd angles, a split lip stood out amongst the paleness of my skin, along with a bright purple bruise that was beginning to form underneath my left eye. The (eye/colour) eyes that stared back at me appeared to be hollow and devoid of life, which wasn’t surprising given the things I had seen and done.

It is hard to believe that only a few months ago, I was a civilian nobody, brought into this whole espionage mess by accident. And now...I had had to kill and defend myself from ending up in the hands of August Walker. The thought of that man alone caused me to shiver, suddenly becoming cold as small goosebumps formed on my skin. Completely engrossed in my thoughts, I hadn’t noticed that the door beside me had opened to reveal the last person I wanted to see at this given moment.

Seeing Ethan’s reflection beside my own as he entered the bathroom was enough to bring angry and sad tears to my eyes, causing me to direct my gaze downward as he approached. I didn’t want him to see me like this, especially not now in the state I was in. Both physically and mentally. My hands balled themselves into fists as I watched him from the corner of my eye, placing his hand gently on top of my shoulder. My muscles involuntarily tensed, having not been used to such contact in the months that I was kidnapped. Everything felt so off, but I felt safe being in Ethan’s presence. “Is everything okay?” he asked softly, to which I shook my head immediately in response. I turned to face him, this time with tears flowing freely from my eyes as I spoke “I have been on my own for almost a month and a half, on the run from August and his men who will stop at nothing to hunt me down...I am not okay...” I sniffled, before beginning to sob softly.

In response to my current state, Ethan removed his hand from my shoulder and stepped forward, wrapping me in his embrace and pressed me close to his body. Just being near him, and having him hold me the same way he did when we were in Rome caused me to break entirely. I shattered in his arms, sobbing loudly as I buried my head in his chest. Through my cries, I could hear Ethan whispering softly into my ear, telling me that everything was going to be okay. I had never felt like this before, so lost, so afraid. Eventually, as my body began to tire, the sobbing stopped and was instead replaced with small and somewhat calm breaths. Months of being on the run had taken its toll, and all my pent up emotions had rushed out in one exhausting wave. 

Slowly pulling away from Ethan, I wiped the remainder of my ugly tears from my bruised, dirt-covered face and looked up at him, smiling through the pain as I sighed heavily. In that moment, he steadily lifted his hand to cup the right side of my face, staring down at me with a look of compassion, worry...and love. Instinctively, I leaned further into his touch, not at all realising the close proximity between us. Everything began to move in slow motion as our foreheads pressed together, our lips ghosting over one another before Ethan suddenly leaned forward and captured my lips with his. All the sadness, all the hurt that I had felt these past few months all but disappeared as the kiss deepened. 

To hell with all my injuries.

As Ethan’s hands found my waist, I wrapped my arms around his neck and gently pulled him closer, his body pressing against mine as the kiss became more passionate. At some point, I found myself being pressed against the bathroom sink, as Ethan’s hands continued to roam my body in gentle caresses. Running my hands through his hair, Ethan pressed me further against the bathroom sink, before carefully lifting me up to sit on the bench beside the basin. He then moved in between my legs, before returning his hands to their original position on my waist. All too soon, we broke apart to catch our breath, once again placing our foreheads together as we tried to calm ourselves from our heated moment of passion. “I love you...” Ethan whispered, staring up into my eyes with a kindness that I had only seen him show me once before. It was back in Rome, when he had promised me that he would protect me, that he would keep me safe. When he promised me that no harm would come to me.

I felt my chest tighten, as I stared down at him with a similar expression. For the time I had been away, I had wanted nothing more than to be with him. I had wanted nothing more than for him to hold me in his arms, to hold me close, to whisper sweet nothings and to keep me shielded from the likes of August Walker. Everything that had happened had led me to this moment, where I found myself saying ‘I love you’ in return. He kissed me again, this time it was more gentle and sweet than the last. It was more of a confirmation of our feelings, a promise sealed with a kiss. 

He sat alone just a few tables away from you. He had long since finished his coffee and if he was waiting for someone then they were very late. Perhaps he was just a guy looking for adventure, too. Even though you knew better, you wondered what could be so important as to wait this long for a late comrade. You began to wonder how long Altrez would be willing to wait here in the cafe just as he stood to leave. Keeping your eyes on him - making sure to note which way he went - you paid for your drink and inconspicuously began to trace his steps.

Luckily, the streets were bustling this morning which gave you plenty of cover to follow Altrez without the risk of losing him. His black hair was slicked back and he walked with a strange gait that didn’t seem quite relaxed. Nevertheless, he continued on as though he were just another vacationist.

You were extraordinarily good at following people and cultivating their secrets. You’ve been doing it for the past decade of your life. Altrez was an American businessman, according to your files, so why would he have any reason to suspect someone was following him? Still you kept a healthy distance between yourself and him. After all, you knew how to follow someone and you knew how not to lose a target… or so you thought.

As you followed Altrez into a less populated part of the city and into a reclusive alley, you stopped dead in your tracks. He was just here a moment ago, yet now the alley was empty.

Something isn’t right. You felt the the uneasiness seep into you. Before you could decide what to do next, you felt something - no, someone - push you against the wall of the alley. Your head hit the cement hard. You began reaching for the knife tucked into your waist but your assaulter reach it before you did. Who was it?

Altrez. He stood in front of you. One hand against your throat and the other holding a gun against your torso. His eyes were blue and furious. You gave a futile kick, but Altrez only jabbed the barrel of the gun harder against your ribs, forcing you to give a small yelp of pain.

Altrez began to speak in a language you didn’t recognize, you suspected it was Bulgarian. In the back of your mind you tucked this information away.

He speaks two languages.

“English.” You say through a strained breath. His grip on your throat restricted your jaw movement and infringed on your ability to breath.

“Who are you?” He asked simply.

“I’m Daria. I’m on vacation with my family.” You lie. He gave a harsh laugh and you knew he didn’t believe a word of what you had just said.

In one fluid motion, Altrez puts you in a sleeper hold and you have no choice but to watch the world fade from view.

 When you wake up, you’re tied with your hands above your head. You’re hanging from your bound wrists and your toes barely touch the ground. There is a dull ache in your head and shoulders.

“Do you know who I am, y/n?” Your attention snaps to the man speaking across the small room: Altrez. He is sitting in the only piece of furniture in the cold room.

“You know who I am.” You say softly. You feel dazed but not unaware enough to miss the use of your true name. You don’t know how he found out who you were.

“You’re good,” Altrez says softly. “I almost didn’t catch you.” Altrez stands and crosses to you. He touches your chin and tips your face towards his. You can feel his breath against your face as well as his free hand against your shirt. You let out a small breath as you feel his fingers dip into your pocket. The pocket with his photo in it.

“Why were you following me?” He asks as he pulls the small photo from your pocket. He holds your face up, forcing you to look at him.

“I was well paid.” You say honestly.

“By whom?” He asked. You smile and shake your head as much as you can. You were great at accumulating secrets, but you were a master at keeping them. If this guy wanted your secrets, he was going to have to earn them.

Before Altrez could ask another question, a woman marched into the room. The sound of the door banging open made you jump.

“Walker, stand down.” The woman said. Altrez - or Walker? - slowly took a step back.

“Things were just getting fun.” You hiss under your breath. Walker moves to grab your jaw, but a look from the woman makes him stop.

“Your name is y/f/n y/l/n and you were hired by the CIA. My name is Erika Sloane and this is August Walker. This mission was a test and you passed with flying colors. Walker, cut her down.” Walker untied the ropes around your wrists and you gracelessly crumble to the ground, surprised by how weak you are. No one moves to help you.

“What are you talking about?” You asked as you massage your wrists.

“Walker, fill her in. You have ten minutes until we need to leave.” Sloane turns on her heel and leaves you and Walker alone in the room. He takes his seat against the chair once more, leaving you on the ground.

“Sloane needed a new spy. She hired you as a test. Your mission was to follow me and my mission was to find you. I didn’t know who you were, what you looked like or even if you were male or female. We were working against each other and Sloane was watching as you and I sought each other out. She wanted to see how long it would take for me to discover you. Admittedly, it took longer than it should have. Like I said, you were good.” There was a note of disdain in his voice and you felt pride at putting it there.

After standing and taking in Walker’s words, you begin to pace along the side of the small room. The gravity of your situation beginning to dawn on you.

“So I work for the CIA now?” You asked.

“You don’t even know what the job is. Don’t be so quick to accept it.” Walker answers with a raised eyebrow. His shirt is tight and shows each curve of his muscled arms. You wonder if he’s flexing them or not.

“I feel like people don’t get to say ‘no’ to the CIA.” To your surprise, Walker lets out a small bark of a laugh. He nods and looks at you from head to toe.

“Smart girl.” Walker says under his breath. He rises and begins to exit the room, motioning for you to follow. Out of curiosity, you oblige.

“From this moment forward, you work with me and for Sloane. Let’s go. We have a plane to catch.” Walker leads the way out of the room.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Where ever Sloane wants us to go.” Walker answered with a shrug.

“An adventure!” You say more to yourself than to Walker.

“An adventure.” He agrees.

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.