Hey, regarding your Henry Cavill fics, could you write about August Walker as a husband or a father? I've never read anything related to that about August. The idea of August being this evil man but with a secret family. He's an evil antagonist and I love him like that, but soft August would be nice for a change.
hello, I do apologise for taking so long to get to this and the shortness. I hope you enjoy it either way.
summary - your married to august walker, and he finally comes home and greets you and your kids.
the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
“Honey, I’m home!” August walks through the door tiredly. He puts his bags down and kneels, hearing little feet running toward him. August smiles, opening his arms as his daughter and son run into them.
“Daddy!!!” They launch into his arms, wrapping their tiny arms around him. “Missed you so much!” They giggle, snuggling close to him.
“I missed you munchkins too! Were you good for mummy?” August asks, stroking their backs and hair. They nod, grinning up at him.
You smile, leaning against the wall and watching your husband with your children. “Hey, baby.” He looks up before standing, lifting your kids into his arms and walking over to you. August smiles, leaning close and placing a soft kiss on your lips. Your hand comes up and strokes his cheek, noticing the tiny cut.
August x Reader: if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom (One Shot)
Plot: you’re his little scarlet, starlet and he will no longer share you with the world.
or, the one where August falls in love with a world-renowned opera singer and he deals you a card that will change your life (and his) forever.
Tags: smut, religious conotations, disrespecting god, body worship, minor character death (duh), manipulation, violence, daddy kink, dd/lg-ish but not really???
[A/N: Shoutout to my beta @laufeysodinson, bigyan kita piso sa gcash para sweldo <3]
The rest of the sugardaddies here!
You and August were an antithesis.
The very thread that bound your paths to each other were thin and frail and not meant to survive the eventful life the two of you were meant to have.
From the flashing lights that follow your every step to the whizzing bullets that barely missed his, it was a wonder how a world-renowned opera starlet and a closeted extremist secret agent would ever cross paths.
Yet against all odds, angering all the gods, you did.
For you it was out of desperation, feeling confined in the glass prison that you were trapped in -- like you were drowning in an aquarium yet no one could see. Or worse, they refused to see. Throwing your inhibitions to the wind you had hoped to disappear for a few hours in this foreign country your manager had dropped you in to do a few shows. Just a few hours, a few stolen moments to help you find yourself again.
For August it was a dull Thursday. He had just completed his last assignment three days ago and the big boss has decided to give him a few weeks off to lay low and completely erase his traces from the face of the Earth, lest they dare compromise the identity of one of their most valuable agents from overexposure.
He had never been good at functioning in normal, domestic situations, desperate to always have some sort of stimulation to keep him going or his mind goes into overdrive and threatens to drive him insane.
He had hoped a short trip to the bar, or a woman in his arms and on his bed would help dull the claws of his own mind if just for a few hours.
What he didn’t expect however, was having to play prince charming when a lost princess not-so sneakily bumbled her way into the dark bar he frequented in this side of the world.
“Are you hurt?”
He recognized you almost immediately. August prided himself in never forgetting a face, especially those that were plastered in almost every billboard in every foreign country he visits but you were so shaken up at seeing him break the wandering hand of the drunk asshole that had been harassing you that he didn’t have it in him to rip apart your poorly put-together disguise.
“I-I’m …” You must be a sheltered thing, he had heard in an interview while he was in the middle of a scorching desert with only the car’s radio as entertainment that you had been professionally trained to sing ever since you were young. An innocent flower that came from old money, never exposed to the horrors of the world -- no, that was his job.
In your panic, you had grabbed his hand that was raised in front of your face to show he had meant no harm when somebody made a noise from behind you. Holding on to it tight and pushing your body close to his, as if to hide from the other monsters of the world unaware that you were hugging the deadliest one of them all.
He sighed, eyeing your shaking form before gently wrapping his arm around your shoulder and under your knees to carry you away from the unconscious man on the floor and the sharp stares from the gathering crowd. “Let’s get you out of here, princess.”
There goes his plans for a quiet night.
You were in a trance, barely hearing the cheering crowd of uppity rich folks that had been awed by your performance or the elated congratulations from your crew and manager alike.
“(Y/N)? Are you alright?”
You turned your head to her barely able to smile as you faked a small cough. Whoever told you to stick to singing was a goddamn liar. “I’m just tired. Is it okay if I go back to the hotel?”
“Oh yeah, sure! You have no interviews today. Good job again!” You knew she was more worried of getting you sick and fucking up the rest of her intricately detailed plan of your entire year more than anything but you let it go. Whatever gets you out of her side so you can finally wallow in your disappointment and anger to your lying lover.
You have wanted to burst out crying for the past 12 hours now but it only worsened on your way back to the hotel when you were finally away from the rest of the crowd that was always hovering over you.
With the silent hum of the car as your only companion, you finally let your mind wander to the man who had occupied your every thought for the past months he had been gone.
It had been two years since the first night that the two of you had met and months since the last time you had felt his touch on your skin. His warmth on your back disappearing in the middle of dawn, when he pressed a kiss goodbye on your lips one last time.
And two days ago he had sent you a sneaky encrypted email that had self-destructed after 5 minutes that had promised you he would be coming back to you today.
You had barely slept last night, too excited at the prospect of having your August in your arms once again.
The memory of your whirlwind passionate romance that was cloaked in the shadows of the night where it would be safe and kept in secret almost made the edges of your lips lift.
It had been so beautiful.
Even when he had left the bloody man that had unfortunately made the mistake of harassing you that fateful night where he was near. By then you were minutely aware of the darkness inside him that he tried to hide in front of you, only showing you the charming smile you had grown to love and gentle touches until you had calmed down.
That night, unbeknownst to both of you, he had already ensnared your heart. You had never been more disappointed at seeing the sun on the horizon, realizing you had spent the entire night of fleeting freedom talking to a gorgeous, mysterious stranger.
He had driven you back to your hotel, even going as far as helping you sneak past the pesky paparazzis and bodyguards around the building so you can safely keep your secret rendezvous. That was the first sign you have that he had not been a normal man. For such a captivating being, he knew how to be invisible way too easily.
“August?”
“Yes, flower?”
You smiled, coyly at the nickname, playfully glaring at him through your lashes as he grinned down at you. His brown, golden curls falling down on his face just as the gentle glares of the sun slipped through the cracks of the overlapping buildings in the city, announcing the end of your freedom.
But you want to make it last, even for a few moments longer.
He was on the other side of your balcony, standing on the slim ledge and holding on to the marble railings that kept him upright, planning to climb down from your second floor hotel room instead of risking using the stairs.
Gathering whatever courage left you have in you, you ran your hand on his hair, standing on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss on his plump lips.
A kiss that was so soft but had the passion of the thousand past lives you think the two of you must have lived together. Cut short when you pulled back and gasped in shock, turning around when the door suddenly opened and your manager walked in like she owned the pace, looking at you quizzically when she saw you were uncharacteristically awake.
“(Y/N)?” she cocked her head, “What are you doing there?”
You could feel your blood rush out of your body only to jolt in surprise once again when you turned back and saw August had already completely disappeared, not to be seen on the ledge he had been standing on nor on the ground below you.
The only proof he had existed in the first place was the tingle on your lips that refused to leave even as you ran a finger across it.
“I was …” you ran your eyes across the street, hoping to get a glimpse of the same deep blue eyes that you had been staring on for the entire night but only found faceless strangers. “... dreaming. Just daydreaming.”
You could swore time had slowed down in the hours that followed that night.
Your head is too filled with memories of him -- the deep timbre of his voice that rattled the deepest crevices of your soul, the rough pads of his palms that carried the secrets of his mysterious life, or the endless blue of the dark ocean that had been trapped inside his eyes and threatened to drag you on it’s deepest depths.
“(Y/N), I know, I know, i’m so bad but I really need you to meet this sponsor,” your manager pouted, playfully meeting her palm as if in prayer. She crossed your arms together as you stood up. “He’s new money, and very generous -- not bad on the eyes either so just 10 minutes then I promise i’ll get you out of there.”
“I -- fine,” you sighed, letting her drag you to the lounge area of your room where you always entertained guests and interviewers. “Ten minutes, Bea.”
She crossed on her chest as her promise, opening the door to the other room.
“There he is! Thank you so much for waiting. We are so grateful for your contribution for ...” her cheery voice pierced your ear but you were too focused on the boxes that littered your coffee table, all from different luxury brands spanning dresses, shoes, pastries, and jewelries that even you had been waitlisted for.
Just how much money does this man have?
“(Y/N), come! Meet Mr. Augustus Walker!”
Your neck almost snapped, breath hitching when you saw the familiar stranger now dressed sharply in a brown suit, his curly hair wrestled into a clean slick fashion, and even the way he stood was so different from the man you had spent your night with.
You wouldn’t have recognized him if you passed by the street.
“(Y/N)?”
But you’d remember those eyes till the day you died.
You cleared your throat, eyeing Bea hoping she did not see the recognition written all over your face. “M-Mr. August … I am …” your breaths got fainter and shorter, especially when he started to walk to where your feet were planted, his imposing figure casting a shadow over you, hiding his grinning face from the room as he faced you. “ … I am so grateful … for your support. Thank you.”
He hummed, removing the hand that was buried in his pocket, as he gently held your hand to press the back of it a soft kiss, maintaining eye contact before leaving the same pleasurable sting on the patch of skin his lips caressed. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
“The pleasure’s mine, flower.”
“Maam? We’ve arrived,” the driver up front looked back, looking worried when you had not responded the first two times he had called you. Not even when one of the staff of the hotel you were currently staying in knocked on your door.
“Oh,” weakly, you turned your head to the side, disappointed of going back into the reality where he wasn’t right in front of you. “I’m sorry. Thank you, Erik. You have a good night.”
Dragging your feet, you staggered into your hotel room.Giving the elevator boy a half-hearted smile as thanks when he didn’t bother talking to you despite clearly being a fan. He must’ve seen your exhaustion written all over your face.
The endless sea of disappointment you had wadded through the day had really sucked up all the soul you have in you.
With a grunt, you closed your hotel door, kicking off your heels, and screaming in surprise when the bedside lamp suddenly turned on.
“Hate the moustache?”
“OH MY GOD!”
August’s deep chuckles filled your ears as you ran towards him, barely being able to stand from where he was seated to catch you in his arms. Despite your slight annoyance at him for making you wait, you couldn’t help the elated giggles that went out of your mouth when he twirled you around the dark room.
He had impossible gone bigger, the recent mission he went in probably more taxing than the last. You were sure by the end of the night you would be able to acquaint yourself at the new set of scars littered across his broad form.
You were faintly aware of August's real profession, though he did try his best to hide everything from you, especially the ugly parts.
You were his flower, after all.
He thinks if the wind blew on you wrong you would disintegrate into dust. That’s why he does his damndest to only show you the best even when he is at his worst.
“Let me see you.”
August turned you around, removing each accessory carefully. The act shouldn’t be as sensual as it is but everything August does to you has always been a bit too much. Even the way he ran the back of a finger on the valley of skin that opened when he dragged down the zipper of your dress. The silence of the night only made everything more serene and holy. Like every hitch of your breath is heard and occupied by him.
When all of you had been exposed to him, he pressed a kiss on the curve where your neck met your shoulders, making you let out a shuddering sigh.
You could never really get used to him.
(You think you don't ever want to.)
Because everytime you think you’re close to figuring him out he would be so mercilessly ripped away from you. However, you cherished whatever moment he could spare for you. Forever his princess in a tower, just waiting for him to come galloping in his dark horse, calling for your name to snatch your heart once again before the sun rises and he has to go back to the shadows once again.
“I missed you,” he kissed your bare shoulder, turning you around and slowly running kisses around your collarbone, to the valley of your breasts, until you were laying down on your soft bed. “Did you ever think of me, flower?”
“Yes,” you breathed out, gasping back in when he pushed your legs to step on the ledge of the bed, baring you up for his eyes. “Every day.”
“Hm,” he stood, unbuttoning the first beads of his sleeves and rolling it up, eyes continuing to run across every cleft and ridge of your exposed body, trying to look for any changes that marked you while he wasn’t around. You whined when he grinned at your pebbling nipples standing up in attention, tingling, begging for his attention. “You’re adorable, my love.”
He suddenly pulled something out of his pocket, something shiny and numerous.
“You filled my every thought when I was away,” he growled. You gasped when the first jewel touched your skin. Three teardrop sapphire diamonds that are a shade too familiar to the eyes of the man hovering over you littered your neck.
“Everytime I remember you being seen by people who don’t deserve you, talking to them like you owe them your time, breathing in your direction like they aren’t beneath you,” The necklace is an almost painful contrast to your scorching body. The clack of the magnetic lock missed when August decided to savor your breaths for himself by slotting his lips into yours. “It makes me want to swallow you whole and keep you in me.”
You moaned into him, letting his gluttonous need to steal all your sounds, as if the air didn’t deserve your noises either.
“Do you think if the rest of the world burned,” He ran his rough palms to your hands that gripped his hair, slipping on two rings on separate fingers. On your other limb was a golden bangle and another heavy ring on your middle finger. “Then I can finally own all of you? Do you think i’ll finally find peace?”
When August finally pulled away, now littering kisses down your body, your eyes widened when you realized your body was now littered with jewels. And he was not done.
Clasping two thin diamond anklets on the base of your foot, a small little 'A' that was littered with diamonds hanging on perfectly on the base.
Pleased with his work, he gave you a once over. His princess, dressed with the rarest jewels only blood could buy. It felt sacrilegious but you looked too fucking good.
Like a fallen angel, doe eyes and innocent and full of love. Unknowingly selling her soul to the demon himself. He gripped your ankles, putting pressure in it to let you know he wanted an answer.
“You do, you can,” you were overwhelmed, a tear falling on the side of your eyes, his presence so imposing it filled every inch of your room, until all you could breathe in was him. “I am yours.”
“Shh,” August leaned back down, kissing away the tear, barely able to stop his smile as he felt your sobs on his chest. He had always been a horrible man, but for once he let his demons wreck havoc, letting them relish in your tears -- tears that were shed by your uncontrollable devotion for him. “God, you’re beautiful.”
The most beautiful thing his bloodied hands had ever stained.
“I’m yours, i’m yours,” you whimpered into his lips desperately, tears now uncontrollable, hands dragging and touching whatever part of him you could touch. The contrast of your naked form and his clothed one is something that he didn’t realize would rile him up the way it did. Like it was your sign of submission -- his beautiful flower, fragile and bare, all for him.
Unbuttoning his pants, he ran his leaking cock on the petals of your core, both to make sure you were wet enough for him but also to rip another sob from your mouth just because he liked to hear it. With only a kiss as a warning he pushed himself into your warmth.
Your moans and his grunts was like a symphony, one that could only be heard in what he believes in the deepest, darkest parts of Tartarus. Where demons feasted on fallen Seraphims.
He was merciless but you had never craved for his mercy.
It was one of the many things he had loved about you.
He kept thrusting, running his lips all over your skin, never on your lips where he knows you wanted him the most. Only because your cries fill his soul, feeds his most monstrous desires and he is done depriving himself of his lifeforce.
When you suddenly tightened, cries now breathless whimpers as you rode your high, he followed. Making sure to paint your soul with him, making one of his many marks in your body.
When he pulled back, he couldn’t help the satisfied gruff that came from the core of his hallowed chest. Watching his essence drip from your most sacred place was fulfilling to say the least. If it hadn’t been for your grabby hands directed at him, and the pout on your lips that would’ve convinced him to destroy the world, he could’ve stayed there forever.
He removed the rest of his clothing, layer by layer he tried to be human again just for you knowing how much you ached for the touch of his skin when you have been separated for long periods of time.
He grabbed your body then, soothing you with his warmth until your breathing evened out. August carried you to the pile of boxes he had brought as a tribute to his muse where he knew a comfortable dress was present.
You tried to look back when you heard the tearing of paper, eyes catching a couple of them inconspicuously placed on one side of your room near your vanity. Before you can ask what he was opening, a cool and sheer white silk night dress was placed on your body. The material almost melting into your skin.
“This … this is nice” you observed, letting August put you down for a while so he can properly dress you for the night. turning on your feet to give your man a kiss as a thank you. You knew other treasures awaited to be opened for later but you had been so spoiled by his little gifts he always sent you when he was away that you had almost gotten used to it.
Almost.
Done with being away from him, and still overwhelmed by your frenzied desperation for him you raised your hand up to be carried by him to the bed once again where the two of you can reacquaint your souls.
“How are you, flower,” he hummed at the top of your head. August seated on your bed, leaning on the headboard while you made yourself comfortable in his lap, rubbing your face gently on his face hoping to make his scent stick to your skin once again.
You looked up at August, shrugging but he made a huffing noise that told you he wanted an answer. You pouted, playing with his fingers that was in your reach, “I’m tired, daddy.”
The name had come out as a surprise for you but August domineering nature had made it seem natural. It was something you used to just filthily call him while he was screwing your brains out but it had slowly slipped into your daily vocabulary until it was simply who he was to you. Your August. Your daddy.
You hated crying, more than anything. Crying meant a spank of her thin stick on your open palms by your voice coach, crying meant a harsh ‘shush’ from your mother, crying meant another screaming match between your parents on who fucked up raising you.
But with August …. It was different. He let you cry, all the time. As if making up for all the tears you had to hide in your childhood ‘cause now, he was here, and he was more than happy to kiss it away.
So you let your tears fall. The truth along with it.
“I’m so sick of it already,” you wiped your tears, letting yourself be softly bounced in his arms.
August was aware of your predicament. After your first night together you had opened up your soul to him including your fears. Your fear of wanting to get out of your career but also knowing that it was all you had ever known.
You weren’t given a formal education as your parents had gotten caught of your talents when you were still a child and as you were still young they had been given control by the government to handle your financial situation which had officially trapped you in the neverending cycle of imprisonment with not a single way out.
“I’m tired of it. I’m tired all the time and … and I don’t want to be tired anymore.”
At least that’s what he would like you to think.
The day he had branded you as his he had gotten to work and made sure to outbuy your parents out of their company, he needed a front for his dirty money anyway. Becoming an anonymous but respected shareholder would get him that although he acted more like a shadow CEO more than anything after his brutal but swift takeover.
He even went as far as blackmail your parents into giving your conservatorship to him with a thinly veiled threat to not even dare to contact you or else he will take every single penny they have and leave them out on the streets.
They had tried once but August was not foolish enough to not bug all your devices so he had killed all of their precious private investigators and delivered them straight to their master’s bedroom in Calabasas.
If he is in a bad mood he just likes to think of the image of your father fainting when he threw the cut off fingers of the detectives at them.
And all he had to do after was wait. Wait and watch as you slowly crumbled under the dreadfulness of your life without him after he gave you small glimpses of freedom and true happiness by his side.
“You know, I would do anything for you, right flower?”
You nodded, wrapping your arm around his neck so desperately, like he was the only lighthouse in your storm.
It makes him smile sinisterly on your hair.
“If you asked,” he cupped your face, kissing away the stray tear on your eyes before making you look up at him. “I could get you out of here.”
You laughed, shaking your head at him. The movement causes you to rub your cheeks with his, making your chest purr. This was so typical of August, always trying to be your knight-in-shining armor, always ready to sweep you off your feet.
That’s why it had almost been too easy to fall in love with him.
“I’m serious, flower.”
“What are you gonna do, daddy? Kidnap me?”
“That would be the easy part, darling,” he chuckled, making you laugh softly too, thinking he was joking. But the giggles died down on your throat when you noticed the dark expression on his face.
“I would take care of you,” he continued, taking your free hand, running his lips at the back of it. The same overwhelming feeling filling your chest. As if your love for this dark, dark man threatens to drown you on air. A love that’s always too much that it weighs down on your chest until it becomes difficult to function. “You know, I would.”
His sapphire eyes seemed to gleam in the darkness of your room, like a dangerous predator just waiting for a single weakness before getting ready to pounce. You stared at him wondering if he was being serious. His unwavering stare held all your answers.
August was not the type of man to lie to you about things like this.
“It’s all I’ve ever known, August. Singing, the stage …. It’s … it’s all I am.”
He seemed to disagree, pressing another kiss on your cheeks, “I’m here now, aren’t I?”
The words leave you stunned, the thought never really occurring to you before. August was such a new and refreshing factor in your life -- so perfect, so beautiful -- such a free soul that it had never really occurred to you that he was someone who would want to stay in your life forever.
Nobody does.
“Are …” you can see him visibly perk when he sees your interest in his bizarre proposal.
‘Are you sure?’ you wanted to ask.
Are you really staying?
Are you allowed to hope?
Just this once, are you allowed to have a person to hold? Someone who would be able to hold you?
“How would that even work?”
He smiled, raising his bottom a bit to pull out his phone from his pockets. An intricate fingerprint system popping up before unlocking and revealing a photo of a beautiful French mansion, with a beautiful garden you can almost imagine yourself spending your early mornings in.
“Is this yours?”
August hummed, watching as you got taken on the series of photos showcasing the beautiful interiors of his home. Newly bought and furnished, all for the sake of his flower.
Not that you know that.
“It’s a bitch to maintain though,” August laughed when you gasped in offense of his language, pressing an apology in your lips. “Thinking of selling it actually buy a bachelor's pad.”
“What?! No, don’t do that!”
August’s rare laughter filled your empty home for the week, especially when you kneeled up to straddle him, offense written all over your pouting face.
It had always been refreshing when he spent his time with you. A face that was as clear and easy to read was not common in his lifestyle. Like a beautiful diamond at the bottom of a clear pond.
“Well,” he cocked his head, pretending to think about it. “If the house had a matriarch. Someone to take care of it when i’m not around …”
He let the suggestion seep through the air, into your head.
Your eyes were moving through the photos before looking back up at August, searching for the answers of the million questions he knows are running in your head.
He waits, waits for you to say the words. To give you a false sense of freedom to direct your own fate -- not aware of the threads the puppeteer had on you. That you were merely trading one glass prison to a shinier, bigger, prettier one.
Forever his princess in the damn tower.
Where you will be safe.
And only his.
“Are you asking me to marry you?”
The words felt silly on your tongue the moment you said it. Dark, beautiful August, asking you to marry him. You could almost feel the gods laughing at your face but you don’t believe in any gods. Not anymore. All the religion you need is right in front of you, trapped under those beautiful blue eyes.
You closed your eyes when August leaned in to press another kiss. One on the left cheek, turning your head to kiss the other.
However, when you opened your eyes you saw the shiny princess cut diamond ring sitting in an opened velvet green box by the bedside table, the lights from the city outside placing it in an accidental faux spotlight.
“What do you say?”
Breaking News: World-renowned opera singer (Y/N) (Y/L/N) found missing in her hotel room at The Ritz. Police suspects foul play as her manager just one floor away from the star and her parents in their Calabasas home that had been burned to the ground were found dead.
This is an ongoing investigation and the police are willing to take any and every information the general public may be able to provide.
“Holy shit.”
“Holy fucking shit!”
“Language, Benji.”
Ethan Hunt is a secret agent. It was his job not to be surprised.
Yet in all the years of his life he would have never expected a pronounced dead singer 3 years ago to be sitting on the lap of August Walker himself, while pointily glaring at him. His sweat perspiring on the back of his neck as he uncomfortably jittered under your disarming stare.
“You must be Hunt,” she snipped bitterly, clearly irritated at his very presence for reasons unknown but to his surprise August only chuckled like he expected it at the very least, taking a deep puff out of his tobacco and pressing a nonchalant kiss on your cheeks.
“The one who keeps stealing my August away from me?”
Hunt was starstruck, he knew back when you were “alive” that you had been known for your angelic voice but photos were not able to give justice to your beauty. It was no wonder August had vehemently refused to let them know of the location of his permanent dwelling until now that he had been given the official pardon for all his sins due to his efforts in saving the world.
Hunt grunted when Benji elbowed his stomach, eyeing him to remind him that you were expecting an answer.
“Y-Yes, sorry! I’m Ethan Hunt this is --”
“I don’t care,” you cut him off, rolling your eyes and turning your head back to lean on the crook of August's neck, effectively breaking Benji’s heart into pieces. When you looked back at him again there was already a small pout on your lips. “I’ll have you know Mr. Hunt that it’s our anniversary in 2 weeks and I expect him to be back in one piece by then. Or I will be very, very unhappy.”
Ethan had a feeling he doesn't want that.
“Flower.”
With just a simple word Ethan watched as you easily rolled back your attitude and annoyance about his presence in your home. Giving August the sweetest smile, eagerly listening for the next words to come out of his mouth.
“I got you those new flowers you like to be planted in our garden for spring. Andrew is waiting for you in the gazebo.”
You shrieked then, you had been begging August those exotic flowers for months. (Were they poisonous? That’s nobody’s business.) It was tiring to always try to be on your good behavior but August had the silly notion in his head that he spoils you too much so you had to do some work.
With one last inappropriate kiss you stood up from your seat, understanding that this conversation was not something you were meant to be part of. Even after years of marriage August still never lets you know any detail of any of his assignments for your own safety.
You stopped in front of Hunt, the sweet expression in your face now gone as you stared at him. He gulped when your hand, designed with sharp nails, reached for his tie, pulling on it and tightening it up until he choked, face reddening from the lack of air. “Two weeks.”
“Y-Yes ma'am.”
“I’m home, flower.”
“Hi daddy.”
August sighed in exhilaration at the view in front of him. He had arrived three days early from his most recent mission. It had been a fairly quick one considering they had pulled up the old crew back in the field but mostly because Ethan was finally, for once, not getting in the way -- more thoughtful of his promise to you after your threats than the actual deadline for the mission.
He guesses he should thank you for that.
But what he really wants to thank for is the beautiful welcome home present you had prepared just for him.
An empty house, a creamy white lingerie tattooed on your skin, barely covered by the sheer, translucent cover up that was doing a poor job of being your robe.
“How’d I manage to snatch such a divine little thing like you, hmm?”
Through a lot of blood and carcasses, his conscience answers.
But he just smiled.
Too drunk of the love in your eyes and the saccharine giggle in your lips to let you know of the truth.
“My love,” he grabbed your outstretched hand, pulling you into him playfully to hear your soft laughter. Wrapping his arms into you until he was buried in your scent, running his lips on the slope of your neck. “My only love.”
“And you are mine,” your immaculate beauty took his breath away, despite looking down on you and despite the many marks that littered your skin that made you his he could feel his own shackles on his neck, getting tighter and tighter the more he loved you. The chains he had put on himself and threw the key on the deepest of oceans. “My August.”
He never did believe in religion. And all their gods.
He had seen too much destruction, caused so much of it, that if that almighty being did exist he was either very apathetic or not as omnipotent as they all thought.
But looking in your eyes, feeling your loving warm gaze looking up at him like he had been sent by divine beings above (or below, you didn’t care) to save your tattered soul, it makes him think.
Maybe the believers were wrong about a lot of things, but maybe they weren’t way off about gods after all.
Some worship money, others raise their cries of glory to science.
His god however was right here, trapped in the fragile body of his flower, and wrapped around his arms. Staring up at him like he commanded the sun to rise and the mood to tame the tides.
“I love you, flower,” he knows the truth but he still needs to hear it. “You love me too, don’t you?”
Maybe begging for your love will be his prayer.
“Yes, daddy.”
And your answer, a hallelujah.
HOW WE FEELIN ASHDGKA?? Probs the last-ish addition to the dark!sugardaddy! series so I can branch out on other stories. Hope you enjoyed!
(Again I allowed myself to tag some people, hope you don't mind and I hope you'll like it. Just let me know if you want to be added or removed from the list)
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pairing: dad!August Walker x babysitter!Reader, August Walker x Maeve Walker, babysitter!Reader x Maeve Walker
summary: August comes home early, and sees you interact with Maeve for the first time.
warnings: fluff, slight angst, mentions of guns and violence towards an infant.
a/n: hope you enjoy!
Monday morning came, and August was nervous.
Not about you being alone with Maeve, but him being away from her.
He had tried to go on a mission once before, and it didn’t go well. She couldn’t handle being away from him for that long, and he couldn’t stand the thought of just being in a different room than her sometimes. He knew it was his parental instincts, and that Maeve would be fine without him, but it still worried him.
You showed up at his door at 6:25, and Maeve wasn’t awake. He welcomed you in, and showed you her daily schedule, as well as where he kept everything you might need. He had told you that if you or her needed anything at all, to just give him a call, and he’d help in any way he could.
You assured him that she’s in safe hands, and August was out the door before 6:45.
You glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 6:45, and according to the schedule August had given you, you didn’t have to wake her up until 8 or 9, so you took a seat on the couch, and scrolled through your phone.
You were honestly surprised at August. Your brother was the one who recommended you to August, and you’d heard stories from him about what he was like both in the office, and in the field, and it was scary. The hard, rough, and edging on mean way he talked down to the other agents was drastically different to the way he was with Maeve.
With Maeve, he was sweet, kind, and caring. He seemed to know exactly what she needed at any given moment, and was more than willing to work with her to recover from what she had been through.
August didn't tell you everything. He’d told you that her mother had died, and he’d taken her in less than a month ago, despite not knowing she existed. He seemed very upset about the mother situation, so you knew better than to pry. It wasn’t your business anyways, despite how curious you were. But at the same time, you could guess a few things about what had happened.
She refused to sleep in a crib, so that meant that whatever happened happened in her crib, and she had a severe fear of police officers and anything to do with law or crime. August briefly mentioned how he had to calm her down in a McDonald's dining room because the two were eating dinner there after a long day at the office and a police officer walked in to get a coffee. She’d screamed and cried until the police officer left, at which time she calmed down, and snuggled up to August before stealing some of his fries.
You giggled at that last part.
The two of them had such a special bond, even you could see it. She loved him with all her heart, and he loved her even more. You took notice of how she would always bring him ‘presents’ from around the apartment, things that probably should be in the trash, but August treasured them anyways.
It was obvious that he would do anything to protect this little girl, and despite only knowing her a few days, you felt the same way. That little girl had been through enough, and deserved a happy life.
An hour later, you had just started to prep Maeve’s breakfast when you heard her babbling to herself in her room. You smiled and walked down the hallway. You opened the door and were greeted with a smiley Maeve, who had her stuffed elephant in hand. She climbed over the pillowed barriers on her bed, well more like tried to.
You watched as she placed her right hand on the ground, and the rest of her body fell, until her face hit the floor. You gasped, and rushed over to her, but smiled when she began hysterically giggling. You scooped her up, and kissed one of her chubby cheeks.
“Good morning! Are you getting hungry?” You asked, and she nodded, her hand reaching out towards the doorway. You took her into the kitchen, and once she was secure in her highchair, you gave her her cheerios and oatmeal. You were going to give her her bottle, but she didn't seem that interested in it, so you didn't bother.
Once she was finished with her breakfast, you cleaned her up, and continued on with your day.
A little later, you decided to take her to the park that was located across the road from the apartment. August had told you he had been wanting to take her there, but he's been caught up in work and hasn't had a chance to.
You gathered all her things, and decided against bringing the stroller since it was less than a minute walk. August had laid out her clothes, as well as a diaper. For a single dad, he had quite good style, despite dressing himself solely in suits and trench coats. Her outfit today was a burnt orange romper with white flowers that tied around her neck, and some matching sandals with a white bow on top. You found some sunglasses as well, and once you had slathered sunscreen on her skin, you two were off to the park.
As soon as you crossed the street with her, she began giggling and clapping. There were a few other families there, but other than that, it was pretty scarce, something you were grateful for.
You pushed her on the swings a little, and eventually you ventured over to the playset. From your brief visit with her, you had found that she was a rather good climber, and wanted to see the extent of her physical abilities.
You placed her at the top of the stairs, and let her climb. She climbed all the way to the bridge, where she stopped, and froze. She looked back at you and teared up, her bottom lip jutting out. You rushed up to her and lifted her before she started sobbing.
“Okay, so we don’t like the bridge.” You concluded, as you bounced her slightly to calm her down.
August sat at his desk, stressed over the whole situation.
He had talked to Sloane, and she had allowed him to take over the investigation into the Amiens family mob, but he was to have Ethan and his team as backup, something August didn't want at all. It wasn’t that he didn't trust them, it's that he didn't want everyone to know about Maeve until he made sure she was 100% safe.
He’d lost so much in his life already, and he wasn’t prepared to lose his little girl.
He turned on his computer, and took a deep, calming breath before he clicked on to the CIA database. He definitely didn’t want to look at the photos of his daughter tied to her crib again, but if he had any chance of finding who did this and sending them to jail for life, he had to.
He took a deep calming breath, and looked at the photos. He tried to keep his breathing even as he clicked through the photos of the crime. He clicked past the photo of her with a gun to her head, and he had to shut off the monitor again.
Whoever was responsible for pointing a gun in his daughter's face had taken a close up photo. He could very clearly see the terror and fear behind his little girl's eyes, along with the almost bright red of her eyes that were supposed to be white, which indicated to him that she had been crying for much longer than just the gun being pointed at her.
His head fell into his hands, and he took an unsteady breath. He wasn’t so sure that taking this case was the best idea anymore. He wanted to be able to give his daughter and Adriana justice for this horrible crime, but how was he supposed to do that when he could barely look at the evidence?
He briefly thought about bringing on someone else to help him, like Ethan. He was strong, trustworthy, and he would surely understand why August couldn’t look at those photos, but he didn’t want to have to look vulnerable in front of Sloane. To Sloane, he was The Hammer. He was her #1 guy she went to when she needed someone wiped off the map, needed someone tailed, or even important goods transported. If he showed her that more vulnerable side, she wouldn’t see him as her right hand man. He had worked long and hard to gain the respect and rise through the CIA ranks like he had, and he couldn’t risk anything. No, he would do this alone, just like he always had done.
He leaned back in his chair, and took a few more deep breaths, before concentrating on the task at hand, and tried to not think about just how much he’d rather be at home with Maeve.
August made it just past lunch time before giving up.
He couldn’t sit and look at these photos, and relive this horrific event through Maeve’s eyes anymore. He felt claustrophobic in his rather large office, and he needed to get out of this all white building that he’d grown to despise since Maeve showed up on his doorstep.
He gathered his things, and stopped by briefly to Sloane, giving her a lame excuse of Maeve not feeling well. She seemed to buy it, and he made his way out of the building as quickly as he could.
He let out a sigh of relief as he pulled his black BMW out of the parking lot, and toward his apartment. The more distance he put between him and that wretched building that he had spent the majority of his young adult and adult life in, he felt calmer, and a sense of clarity washed over him.
He knew that either way, he would go to the ends of the Earth to protect Maeve. Whether he found the people who did this and put them away forever, or the people who did this are never caught, he would protect Maeve, and give her the most normal life he could manage.
He unlocked the door, and was immediately greeted by the sound of Maeve giggling. She didn’t giggle a lot, and August attributed it to him being the big, large and broody type, rather than the soft, welcoming and happy type of person that tended to be the best parents. He knew he had to work on it, if he wanted her to end up nothing like him.
He followed the sound of his daughter's giggles into her bedroom, where she was playing in her ball pool with you. You were tossing the balls towards her, hitting her on the head gently before they fell and joined the rest of the balls that surrounded her lower half. Each time a ball came into contact with her head, she would burst into more giggles, as if it was the funniest thing in the entire world.
August stood at the door, watching you interact with his daughter, something he had yet to witness. “You silly goose!” you said, reaching out to tickle her chubby belly. “You’re such a goofy goober!” Maeve giggled even more at the nickname before her eyes landed on August’s and she squealed. You followed her hand with your eyes, and you smiled when you saw August.
“Oh hi! Is it that late already?” you asked, throwing some of the balls that were on the floor back into the inflatable pool.
August chuckled and shook his head. “No, no, don’t worry. I didn’t have a lot of work today, so I came home early,” he lied, and you nodded.
“Well that’s always nice,” You said, as you gathered your things. Once you had everything, you turned back to Maeve, and smiled. You crouched down, and gave her a hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay cutie?” You asked, and Maeve nodded, a giggle escaping her mouth as you ruffled her hair.
You said your goodbye’s to August, and you were off.
August took a seat where you were less than 10 minutes ago. Maeve lifted her arms, so August lifted her up and into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug, and August ran a hand up and down her back. “Did you have fun with Ms. Y/N?” he asked, and he took her excited babbling as a yes.
He listened to the last sounds of your engines fade away as you drove home, and he smiled. He definitely made the right choice in taking Maeve in.
The thought of CBTY august fucking you in missionary in the most slow sensual, rough sensual way🤤🤤 saying possessive shit like “you’re mine. Forever. No one else can have you” and “tell me you’re mine. I need to hear you say it” and “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. I’m gonna fuck you so good that I’m the only one you’ll ever want” BYE MY TOXIC POSSESSIVE FANATSY IS SHOWING
NO BUT I REALLY FELT THAT 😔
Here’s the fic of this august au for context!
You know he’s not just saying it in the heat of the moment, the way he’s fucking you fuels it but you also know and can feel that he means it
He has to, knowing what you know about him now, that he’s an assassin
The same hands that are around your neck and around your waist to keep you pressed to him as he fucks you have taken lives too
So you don’t hear all that dirty talk and think it’s just trivial, not like the guys before who didn’t really care
August just wants you all to himself, you’re quite literally the love of his life and he wants you to know that nobody else is gonna make you feel the way he does
Nobody else is gonna fuck you the way he does, like just the way he’s so ingrained in your mind and body at that point....pleaseeeee I would just explode
And you’re crying out to him right back that you know, that you’re his, that only he can make you see stars in your eyes from cumming so hard, that you want him and only him or nothing at all
Begging him to ruin you, begging him for more despite how you’re so close to tapping out from the way he’s grinding against you so deep
Like...the intensity and passion between you is like nothing else and it doesn’t matter how you look at it, you both know you can’t not be in love with each other
And yes the sex may or may not be part of August’s way of making up his absence and neglect to you lmaoo
God I love him like y’all...
And the way he would wrap you up in his arms afterwards and clean you up, rub your back, help you find your breath again
The way his words and tone would switch to something softer, more intentional and careful bc he knows you’re vulnerable, he knows you’re so fucked out and need an anchor and he’s right there for you
Summary: After a one-night stand, or what you thought would be one, a demon drags you to his world and forces you to grow wings like he has so you would have to stay with him, unable to permanently return to Earth.
Notes: For those who asked for another part...I hope it lives up to any expectations. More parts to come now that i've fallen down this dark hole. Sorry it’s short.
Warnings: i'm sure there's cursing somewhere. Future smut. Oh, smut in this too. I forgot. Kind of captive-ish. idk. Sorry if I missed any. Oh, maybe a little emotional abuse? That's a pretty strong word for it though.
Words: 1364
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Part 2
He moaned so sweetly for such a massive man, as he slowly moved in and out of you, stretching, filling; his lips grazing across one cheek before nudging his nose against yours and kissing the opposite cheek. You’d tried to thrust your hips up harder to get him to fuck you faster, but all he’d done in response was place a giant hand on your hipbone to hold you in place so he could continue at the pace he preferred.
It was not a pace you were used to, and certainly not one you expected, but you hadn’t hated it. Eventually you succumbed to it, thrived in it, and when you managed to flip him over and sink all the way down his cock, you kept it slow. You’d liked to have thought his hands on your waist kept you from increasing speed, but they just rested on top of your skin, caressing, occasionally moving to your ass and squeezing or to your breast. Your movements were all your own.
“Beautiful,” he had whispered, eyes locked with yours. “Absolutely—”
You shot up at the sound of knocking on the door, instantly groaning at the ache of your healing back then rubbed at your sleepy eyes. There was more to be healed around where the wings had burst through your skin, but it was getting better, and you were finally getting used to the extra weight of them.
He knocked again. Why he bothered to knock, you didn’t know. He certainly hadn’t bothered to ask you before he invaded your body with that poison, or whatever it was; neither did he when he took you from your world and brought you here.
Even though you didn’t answer, he eased the door open, which felt a little more in character. He’d have come in whether you wanted him to or not. You should’ve locked it, but then again, it’s not like that would’ve kept him out, not with his strength.
August held a small tray in his hands, covered with an assortment of foods that looked as if they were from Earth, but you could never really be sure. Just as you could never be sure if the view out your window was real, or if even he was real. There could be a monster under that beautiful mask, more physical than how you’d accused him before. His skin could be of an inhuman color, bones twisted and mangled, teeth razor sharp, with eyes black as pits. You hoped that wasn’t what you had let inside of your body nearly two weeks ago. You weren’t sure how you would stomach it.
The foods ranged from fat, green grapes to thin apple slices with cubes of cheese, to perfectly round plums and olives. All foods which you enjoyed…coincidentally; you hoped anyway. You were sick of the hints that he had more information on you than he had led you to believe.
You remembered the stories you read as a child about the Gods and Goddesses. The tale of Hades and Persephone always stuck in your mind. Some retellings had the young girl falling in love with her captor, choosing, by her own free will, to eat the food of his world in order to stay there with him. Maybe the food of this world wouldn’t condemn you to the same fate, but you weren’t about to risk it, stomach rumbling or not.
“You need to eat,” He said as he sat the tray on the table beside your bed. “You haven’t in days, and you need to keep up your strength.”
You crossed your arms like a petulant child. “Not hungry,” You mumbled.
With a gentle smirk he said, “Yes you are, you little liar. I heard your stomach groaning from down the hall.” Then he nudged the tray a little closer. “So eat.”
“I have no intention to indulge in anything you have to give.”
“Well, you should get over it. You need food just as much now as you did before. You may not die, but you could be bedridden, a hollow husk, skin and bones. And not to say you wouldn’t still be beautiful, but I prefer you a little more—” His eyes dragged up and down your form “—plump, than that.
A wave of nausea rolled through you. You didn’t want to be anything he preferred ever again. “Don’t come in here and bring me food like you’re trying to play house.” He snorted but you continued. “I’m not your girlfriend. I’m not your wife. I’m not your toy. You brought me here for no good reason. You forced me through unimaginable pain. You ruined me!”
His face contorted harshly by the end of your words, eyebrows dipping in the center and corners of his mouth tipping down. “You think I wanted you to hurt!?” He shouted, and it shook the walls, actually shook them. A picture fell from its hook and smashed to the ground, scattering glass all over the marble flooring. “You think I don’t remember my own pain from the process? I hated hearing your screams! I wish I could’ve taken it all away, but it wasn’t possible!”
You stood from the bed then, shoving hard at his chest, but he didn’t stumble. “You could have left me alone!” You hit a fist against a boulder of a shoulder. “I’m not meant to be here! I don’t belong! I am human!”
He grabbed your hands and held them down, then pushed you until the backs of your knees hit the mattress and you had no choice but to sit, your wings spreading to fit behind you. He still gripped your wrists when he leaned his face closer and said, “You are meant to be with me. You are mine, and you couldn’t go back to your old life even if I let you. You are not human! This is your home now and I am all you have!”
“…I hate you.” You tried your hardest to maintain the glare in your stare-off, but a tinge of red was seeping into the blue of his eyes, like little veins slithering from the pupil and infecting the iris, and it called for you to back off, to stand down. You looked away from him and he took a breath.
“You will learn to love me,” He whispered. The words, hot from his breath, softly kissed your cheek before fading to coldness.
“You stole me—” You met his eyes to see all the red gone, just the mesmerizing ocean blue “—How could I ever love you? Why would I even bother to try?”
“Because what could you have possibly had on Earth that was so good--Nothing. I saved you,” He said then straightened to his full height. “I am the only one that loves you.”
You jerked your head back when he tried to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear with the hand that wasn’t currently holding your wrists captive. “You don’t love me. We only slept together once.”
“It was enough for me to confirm what I want.”
“What you want from me,” You corrected with a shake of your head. You knew he would take everything from you whether you willingly gave it or not.
“What I want with you.”
“You’re insane...and sick!”
August chuckled and released you, but there was a warning in that chuckle, a threat in the way he let your hands free. He was being merciful—he wanted you to realize—and would have no problem easily putting you back in your place if you didn’t calm yourself. “I’m getting really sick of your mouth.”
“Yea, well maybe you took the wrong girl.”
He smirked again then crossed his arms, staring down at you, almost examining. “No, I didn’t,” was all he said before he turned to walk away. He paused right before the door and pointed a long finger at the tray of food. “Eat. And maybe by the time I come back you’ll have straightened out that attitude.”
Yea, right. You rolled your eyes as he slammed the door behind him. Not a chance in hell.
Summary: August Walker was the new chief of the fire station in town. He could have every girl in town. Except you. Because you didn’t want to be just another number in his long list of conquests. But just once wouldn’t matter... right?
A/N: I did it! I finished my entry for @evnscvll 3K challenge. The next time I pick Firefighter AU and Beyonce’s Ego somebody please slap me. Anyways. Hope you enjoy
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It's on, baby, let's get lost
You don't need to call into work 'cause you're the boss
For real, want you to show me how you feel
“It’s almost 11,” Beth called from the front of the store.
“And?” You called back, distracted by the task of refilling some of the pints at the display counter.
“It’s friday,” she clarified, impatient.
“Oh…” You hummed, picking up your mug of coffee as you head outside.
It was a hot summer day. The little ice cream parlor you opened last year would probably be filled to the brink most of the day. So you allowed yourself these 30 minutes every Friday to relax and dream. Dream about the firefighters across the street that were doing their weekly workout routine outside, whenever the weather allowed it.
“He’s back,” Beth whispered as you sat down next to her.
“Who?”
“Oh you know fully well who I’m talking about.” She rolled her eyes, hiding her grin behind her glass. You turned your attention to the other side of the street, your eyes going straight to him, even if he had his back to you.
August Walker was the chief of the fire station and was well known for his strict methods and his endless charm. To you, he was the guy who did everything to get into your pants, despite your frequent rebuttal. You were better than that and refused to to be just another number on his very extensive list of conquests.
It was almost as if he knew you were talking and thinking about him, because he turned around, catching you looking at him. August winked, making you sigh and look away. It was your turn to hide your smirk behind your mug.
“I don’t get it. Why don’t you just let him rail you?” Beth asked.
“Please keep in mind you’re still talking to your boss,” You replied, even though you knew it was pointless.
Yes, Beth was your employee, but before that she was also your best friend and immune to your mood. She had been down on her luck when you decided to open your own store so it made perfect sense to hire her. She was so excited when you told her you wanted to sell self made ice cream that it was impossible not to hire her on the spot.
“Well, boss,” she started with a teasing smirk, “I want an answer to my question.”
“Look at him,” you pointed out, turning your gaze back to watch him.
“I am looking at him.”
“He could have anyone. He knows exactly what he is doing to the ovaries of everyone who has some around him. He walks like his dick needs his own postcode. Yes, he is hot. But the way he just… Carries himself, like the world is at his feet? I’m better than that.”
You could hear August shouting across the street at his firefighters making pushups. A part of you hoped that he would join them, so you had some nice images you could fall asleep to tonight.
“Oh shit.” Beth cursed next to you. August had pulled off his shirt, and joined the work out.
“And you’re saying no to that?” Beth asked. You bit your lip as you watched him, crossing your legs and feeling your core pulsating.
“I am.” You gulped.
A knock minutes after you closed the store made you sigh.
“We’re closed.” You shouted from the back, returning your attention to the task at hand just when you heard another knock.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you groaned, dropping the dish cloth on the sink and moving to the front of the store. Beth had left an hour ago, but you still wanted to make sure everything was spotless before you head out. You froze at the door when you saw him standing outside.
August Walker in the flesh.
From the moment he set residence in your little town, rumours about him started flying. Some said he was a criminal still being searched by the CIA, which you thought was ridiculous, but you knew he was released from prison before coming here
He never told you why he had been imprisoned, you weren’t that close, but you two talked a lot. When it was just the two of you, sometimes he would let you have a glimpse of the man behind the facade he built around him.
Yes, he was the cocky, overconfident leader of the firestation, who knew exactly what he had to do to get what he wanted. Yet, when you didn’t give him what he wanted, you seemed to become a challenge for him and those August couldn’t resist.
“What do you want, August?” You asked, cleaning your hands on the apron you were wearing.
“You have some ice cream left for your favourite fireman?” He asked grinning.
“I don’t know. Did you bring Carl?” You shot back, with a smirk.
“Ouch.” His hand flew to his chest over his heart. You rolled your eyes before you opened the door. He leaned down, kissing your cheek as he walked past you and waited for you to close the door. You watched him as he walked in, wearing only sweatpants and a Tshirt, leaving little to the imagination. He knew how handsome he was, and he made sure to let the outside world know.
“Don’t you have some work to do? Some fires to extinguish?” You asked.
“I did have to actually save a cat from a tree today.” He said.
“You did not.” You laughed.
“Yes I did.” He leaned over the counter as you came back with a cup full of vanilla ice cream.
“I only have vanila left.” You said looking at him.
“Oh sometimes I really like some vanila.” He smirked.
“I might be tiny, but I am going to throw you out if you keep that up.” You rolled your eyes.
“I’d really like to see you try.” He looked at you, and the air seemed to be thicker. You looked into his eyes, your focus on his lips for only a tiny second before you busied yourself, portioning some ice cream for him.
You didn’t want to be another number on August long list of women he slept with. Yet you could feel him looking at you, undressing you with his eyes.
“There you go.” You whispered, pushing the bowl of ice towards him.
“No sprinkles?” He hummed. Looking up you gulped. He somehow got closer to you, his face only inches from yours. His tongue dared out, wetting his lips and you sighed.
“Why won’t you let me kiss you? Just once?” He breathed. You gulped, mesmerized by his oceanblue eyes, when you shook your head, and took a step back.
“Because you are going to break my heart.” You sighed. “You can keep the bowl, close the door behind you, yes?” You asked, not waiting for his answer as you turned around to walk back into the kitchen. You heard him sigh, the door closing behind him.
Bumping your head repeatedly against the wall you sighed.
When you got back to front you saw him walk away. Shaking your head you frowned when you saw that he must have forgotten something on the counter. It was a map of the city. Some buildings were circled red. Shrugging you took the map, intending to give it back to him the next time you saw him.
I consider myself lucky, that's a big deal
Why?
Well, you got the key to my heart
But you ain't gonna need it
I'd rather you open up my body
You felt watched the minute you stepped into the bar. It took almost an hour before you found out why. At the other end of the room sat August. He nodded at you once you caught his eyes, making your sigh internally.
“What’s going on with you?” Beth asked. She had nearly demanded for you to go out together. If you wouldn’t let August fuck you, she needed to find someone else. Her words not yours. Arguing with Beth was a losing game, so you put a dress and some heels on and just went with her.
“He’s here.” You said as you looked at her.
“Who?”
“Mr. “My Ego is as big as my dick””
“Oh and how would you know that?” Beth grinned, waving once to where August was sitting before she looked at you again.
“Because there’s no way he’s not big.” You took a sip from your Gin Tonic.
“So you have given it some thought?”
“My conscience has some very detailed ideas of just how.. gifted he is.” You mumbled.
“You had a sex dream with August?” She said a little too loud, causing some heads to turn towards you.
“Maybe a little louder. I think he didn’t hear it.” You groaned.
“Just… let him fuck you. Sex does work without feelings, you know?” She said encouragingly. Looking at her for a moment, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or you just fed up with fighting against what was there between August and you. Emptying your glass you jumped from your seat.
“How do I look?” You fidget with your dress.
“Perfect.” She winked. “I’ll open up tomorrow. I don’t wanna see you until the afternoon.”
Usually I'm humble
Right now, I don't choose
You can leave with me
Or you could have the blues
“Are you following me, Mr. Walker.” You asked, making sure to sway your hips on your way over to him. He looked good with his buttoned up black shirt, the sleeves rolled up over his elbow.
“I would say yes, but that would make me a creep, wouldn’t it?” He asked, making you chuckle. “No. I was actually supposed to meet up with an old friend, but apparently I was stood up.”
“Oh and we can’t have that, can’t we?” You bit your lip.
“What are you suggesting?” He asked, bringing his bottle of beer to his lips, his eyes not leaving yours.
You leaned down, your hand on his shoulder, your lips against his ear. “Follow me and find out.” You whispered, kissing his cheek before you turned around, not even trying to hide your grin. You weren’t even out the door, when you felt hands on your hips.
“Your place or mine?” He whispered against your ear.
“Which one is closer?” You shuddered, his hand wandering down your body.
“Mine it is.” He growled against your ear, one of his hands on your stomach, pushing you against his chest. You could feel the hard outline of his cock pressed against you, making you moan quietly. You didn’t question that he seemed to know where you lived.
“I can’t wait to have you screaming my name.” He mumbled, nibbling on your ear. You melted against him, your panties becoming uncomfortable damp, as your mind took over, thinking on just how he would feel inside of you.
He talk like this 'cause he can back it up
He got a big ego
Such a huge ego
Turning in his arms your answer died on your lips as his crashed down on yours. It felt like something clicked. Holding onto him, as he deepened the kiss you didn’t care that you were standing on the sidewalk, making out like teenagers.
“Fuck.” He whispered against your lips.You opened your eyes, not even noticing having them shut in the first place. A whistle behind you made you look away from him, biting your lip.
“Your place. Now” You whispered.
“Fuck, August.” You cried out, your hands clutching the soft sheets of his bed. As soon as the door to his apartment shut behind him he had dragged you to his bed, stripping you off your clothes, before he buried his face between your thighs. He had you coming on his tongue in minutes, not giving you a chance to catch your breath when he pushed two of his fingers into your core, making you moan his name.
You were on the brink of an orgasm again, when he stopped, pulling his fingers out.
Panting you looked up at him.
“You gonna cum on my cock the next time.” He growled. Slowly pushing yourself up, you kneeled on his bed. He was still fully dressed. You helped him with the buttons of his shirt, your lips kissing up his chest with every bit of skin underneath, until you pushed it off his broad chest. There were scars on his chest. You would ask about them some other time.
His hands worked on the fly of his pants, before he pushed it down, revealing what must have been the biggest cock you had ever seen. That he was going commando wasn’t a big surprise to you. Biting your lip you reached for it, your hand barely closing around it, pumping it slowly.
“Fuck.” He hissed, throwing his head back.
“That’s gonna be one tight fit.” You joked, wondering how he would fit.
“Oh sweetheart. I’m gonna be gentle.” He breathed, kissing you quickly. “At least the first time.”
“So there will be a next time?” You asked, crocking your eyebrow. You rubbed your thumb over his tip, spreading the precum, before you brought your thumb to your lips, tasting the salty essence.
“I’m never gonna let you leave these walls.”
Pushing you down so you were laying on your back his body covered yours as he kissed you deeply. Your hands wandered up his back, disappearing in his hair. You gasped, as you felt his cock at your inner thigh.
“Fuck me, August.” You groaned against his lips. Desperate for him to fill you. He reached for this bedside table, opening the first drawer. He brought the foil package up to his lips, ripping it open. You felt yourself shivering beneath him as he rolled the condom over his cock. The tip teasing your entrance.
“I have waited for this…” He whispered, slowly pushing in.
“Jesus….” You moaned, feeling him go deeper. “Oh he can’t help you now, Sweetheart.” August grinned, biting his lip. He was still pushing in, and it felt so good.
“So fucking tight.” He groaned, stopping when he fully nestled inside your core.
“Move.” You whimpered.
“Sure?” He pressed.
“Yes. Fuck me.” You sighed, one of your hands on his ass, urging him to move. He bottomed out, thrusting back in, making you cry out.
“Yes…” You groaned. He began to move faster, pushing himself up, so he was kneeling between your legs, watching you.
“Better than I imagined.” He groaned. Bringing one of his hands down he began to rub your clit.
“Harder. Please, fuck me harder.” You gasped, your whole skin on fire as he brought you closer to the edge. You reached a hand over your head, grabbing the headboard as he pumped into you harder.
“So fucking perfect.” He growled. His other hand pinched your nipple, making you jump and cry at the same time.
“You gonna cum for me? Cum all over my hard cock?” He asked. He rubbed quick circles over your clit, not waiting for your answer, as you felt yourself cuming again, your legs shaking, warmth floating through your body.
“Yes. Just like that. Fuck.” He fucked you through your orgasm, making it last until he pulled out, pulling out the condom and shot his cum all over your stomach.
“Fuck…” He groaned, pumping his cock. You waited until he opened his eyes, before you swooped one finger, in his cum, making a show out of licking it from your finger.
“Jesus…” He groaned. You grinned.
“Oh he can’t help you now, sweetheart.” You teased, your laugh turning into a moan when he leaned down and kissed you senseless.
Against all odds, and everything you thought of him, it wasn’t just a one time thing. August and you were inseparable, much to the distraught of everyone around you. Beth caught the two of you fucking in the bathroom of your ice cream parlor once, and teased you endlessly about it.
There was still so much you had to learn about him. He never talked about his past. He once said he was ashamed of it, yet somehow you felt like there was something dark about him, the more time you spent with him. You couldn’t point out what, so you never said something. He would talk to you when he was ready.
You on the other hand were an open book to him. Not that there was much to know in the first place. And you caught yourself staying over his place more and more. Missing his presence in your house. Somehow he wasn’t a big fan of your place.
“I’ve been meaning to ask…” You began, hoping on the kitchen counter next to where he was preparing some dinner. He looked at you.
“Why are there pictures of building all around your apartment?” You asked. You’ve been asking yourself this question for a while now. Two of the buildings you saw on pictures in his office had been burned down in the last weeks. There seemed to be a fire raiser on the loose since the beginning of the years.
“We’re updating the fire security on a couple of buildings in the city…” He answered.
“Do you think they will catch the guy?”
“I don’t know. I hope so.” He sighed, before you felt his hand on your thigh, sneaking under your bathrobe.
“And what are you up to, Mr. Walker?” You grinned, the many questions you still had forgotten.
“I think I want a taste of dessert first.” He whispered, before he parted your legs and got on his knees.
It was about 6 months of you two dating when he asked you to move in with him. You had laughed, but stopped immediately when you saw the serious look on his face.
“Oh you were serious.” You said.
“Of course I am.”
“But August…” You sighed, walking over to where he was sitting at a table in your little cafe. You put your hand on his shoulder, sitting down on his lap. You thought he smelled like fuel, but you didn’t question it.
“My house is much bigger than your place. And we both only have been dating for a half year. Let’s give it a bit more time.” You said, kissing him softly. He sighed against your lips, his arms pulling your closer.
“Okay.” He whispered back.
Yet when he came back from a job a couple days later, a frown on his face, something felt off.
“What happened?”
“It’s your house.” He sighed, walking over to you.
“What about my house?” You asked, now frowning yourself.
“Someone burned it down. We tried everything but we were too late. It burned down completely.” He said. All colors left your face.
“What?” You croaked.
“I really tried. We really tried. I’m so sorry, Sweetheart.” He sighed. You could feel the tears running down your face, sobbing when his arms put you against his body. He still smelled of smoke.
“But… All my stuff… Oh god… Where am I gonna live?” You asked against his shirt.
“Stuff you can replace. And… I already asked you if you wanted to move in.”
“But...” You sniffed.
“We can talk it out later. Now you need a place to stay..” He said, kissing your hair.
“You’re serious?” You asked, looking up at him.
“Of course. Move in with me while you figure this out.” He said softly.
What other choice did you have really?
“Okay.” You nodded.
Later that night when you were sound asleep in August arms you didn’t see his smile. His whispered words of love as he looked down at you. You didn’t know that it was him who burned down your house. Or all the houses in the city. And you never would. Because August Walker finally got what he wanted. You.
MISSION IMPOSSIBLE AU FICS - Our favourite bad guy has won over our hearts and our panties. And it’s only natural we feed our fantasy with some Alternate Universe fics, right?
Author’s note: All below fics have clear ties to either pre-, during or post-Mission Impossible timelines. If you’re looking for ye good ol’ super smuttiness without too much plot you can visit my The Grand Library of Kink Fic Rec list. ❤️
Pre Mission Impossible
A drunk Bachelorette party in Paris takes an Unexpected turn when one insecure girl literally falls head over Louboutin heels for a man who is most definitely not just another security guard. [Miniseries. NSFW] By @nuggsmum
Good Girl was my first long thriller piece and it was just as exciting to write as I hope it is for you to read. A young woman starts as an escort to pay school bills. But after meeting one curious customer, she finds herself dragged down into a world of mobsters and New York big city crime. [Multichap. NSFW]
“Next time you cool yourself down by splashing cold water in your face… wear a bra.” -- Wise words August, wise words. This sexy multichap follows Orchid as she finds August is more than just a CIA colleague to share the sheets with. Losing Control by @writingforhenry [Multichap. NSFW]
I adored this heavenly fic by @killjoy-assbutt-1112. It transcends earthly love rather beautifully, and even as I was re-reading it for this fic rec list I felt the tears well in my eyes. So you’re warned; bring tissues. There Cannot Be Peace [Long fic. NSFW - graphic]
Going from motivation to mission, let’s use The New Order by @littlefreya as a smutty little bridge to events during MI: Fallout. In this fic you learn about the one August left behind while he was tearing the world apart. And boy..is that woman a feisty one. [Miniseries. NSFW]
During Mission Impossible
Indulging in the spy versus spy trope for a bit I wrote my shortest multi-chapter yet: A Devil’s Duet, starring ballerina Anna who cross-plays our grumpy mustachio man, August. [Miniseries. NSFW]
Falling helicopters, quarrelling spies and then there’s you, caught somewhere in the middle of it all. @thecavillchronicles‘ fic tells a tale of broken bones, wounded hearts and ..Rebirth. [Long fic]
August sure has a weird concept of how he should Protect You. This fic by @buckysgoldenheart gives you possessive, but also slightly dorky August. And then there’s also some Scotland-getaway smut. You hungry for some moustached mountain-man yet?
Post Mission Impossible
Ingvild is a cold eyed killer. But so is he. Together they walk The Way To Hell, by @littlefreya. If you’re into murder babies and lots of icy cold snow forests with some dubcon smut: this is a must read - I mean it. [Multichap. NSFW]
Find August, save August, kill Ethan - how hard can it be? Quite hard apparently, and it’s a good thing The Apostles are a team, including Ayami, Mr. Instant Coffee and let’s not forget about those brilliant looking explosions. This fic read like a movie and I absolutely recommend it to all MI lovers out here. Ethan Hunt Must Die by @thetaoofzoe [Long fic. NSFW]
'Target - August Walker. Find and Take Alive.’ The Hand And The Hammer by @thetaoofzoe follows you as you struggle to decide why exactly you’re chasing August. For your employer..or for yourself? [Long fic. NSFW]
You give one night to August to keep Ethan safe, but August is determined to have more. Devil’s Bargain by @navybrat817 is perhaps a bit on the fantastically smutty side of AU follow-ups to Mission Impossible, but alas, let us indulge! [NSFW]
A bruised, broken and lost August slowly retraces his life before the fall, in The Specter by @its--fandom--darling. Get ready for soft!August. [Miniseries]
John, a.k.a. August, decides to lay low after his failed mission to take down Ethan Hunt and the world. But UK suburbs and holding on to a girlfriend proves challenging when said girlfriend has an even hotter daughter. Get ready for some American Beauty vibes in Lust by @toomanystoriessolittletime [Long fic. NSFW]
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If you have any good recommendations that fit in this list, please add in the comments or reblog! ❤️( Fan art by me 😊) Have a good weekend my lovely ones!
