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.
Hello my darlings!! Here is something special for ya!
Trigger warnings: BDSM, bondage, restraints, p in the v, oral sex both m and receving and giving, riding, bodily threats, bodily fluids, voyerisum and dedrigation
Word count: 3.9k
As you walk down the long corridor, your heels clicking on the back tile floor, you find the 2 men in question.. Walter Marshall and August Walker. Walter leaned against the wall with a cold indifference, August was sitting on his cot. Syverson was the only one who wasnt down here but that mother fucker was on thin ice himself.
August went to speak, but you brought your finger to your ruby red lips and shushed him “You are not allowed to speak” turning on your heels, making your way over to Walter’s cage. Eyeing him through the bars, casually wrap one hand around them “ My my” you purr “ you look good on the other side of these bars” crossing his arms and releasing a sigh,” Words whispered through prison bars lose their charm” his chilling british accent gliding over your skin, like a chill on a cool autumn day. Relishing as the goosebumps work up your arm, to the side of your neck and down your spine with a sharp zing. Cracking your neck to relieve some tension, he may be the quieter one of the three but he was just as dangerous and deadly as they were. August let out an amused snort as he walked towards the bars and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Moving to the side, opening the black hutch that sits nicely against the wall, that housed a number of assorted goods with their own spaces nestled in the red velvet lining.
From crops to whips, floggers, chains, various kinds of body clamps and butt plugs. Everything that made your inner dominatrix purr with delight. “I think the fuck not” August piped up from his cell “Nope no, no thank you ma’am” clucking your tongue at your silly pet “oh sweet boy” pulling a ballgag from its spot in the hutch and walked towards him, casually running you fingers across his cage as you approached him “What makes you think you have a choice?”
Grabbing his restrains just outside his prison, you motion for his hands, with a rough sigh he agrees and put his hands in the slots, he is going to try and over power me, that's his typical style, but i've learned in these last several years, attaching another chain to the restraints before locking them in place around his wrist. He pulled his hands back and fiddled with the secondary chain as I opened the door. “What is that for?” Walter asked, I cocked a brow at him as I turned and responded, leaving you back exposed to August, just like he taught me to never do. “Well it will control and restrain his movements, he may have been sealthy but he wasn't quick enough, with the touch of a button on the side of his cage, that chain tightened and halted him in his tracks. “What in the actual hell” August hissed as he pulled on the restraints, causing the chain to tighten and be pulled into the floor, the more he pulled the short his leash got, turning to see him on the floor, absolutely seething with rage.
Taking the ball gag in your hand, I waited “Look at you such a good boy, on your knees for me” he was pissed, his eyes were hard, Walter laughed “Wally, don't you start, your punishment will be far worse.” he stopped and went back to observing. Kneeling so you were face to face with Walker. Tilting his head up with your index finger, smiling at him as he, his eyes, the anger and lust flaring in his irises, he was pissed but he was turned on. “Good boy” you murmur, he opens his mouth to argue with you and you pop the ball gag in and secure it behind his head. Now he was beyond angry, looking him up and down slowly, with his hands bound in front of him and his mouth bound in silence, he was delectable. His breath short and heavy as he tried to calm himself, the bulging biceps begging to rip free from his button down shirt, his tie hanging loosely around his neck and his thick cock was hard in his black slacks. Sitting back on your heels, you enjoyed the sight before you. It wasn't often a powerful man like himself could be brought to his knees and caged like a wild animal, but he broke the rules.
Carefully navigating from sitting on your heels to sitting on your ass, thighs and knees pressed tightly together as you tip off your heels gently tossing them aside “What's the matter? Can’t handle it?” his eyes narrowed and he let out what sounded like a grumble low in his chest. The hairs stand on your arms and the back of your neck. It's a love-hate relationship with these men. Grabbing the ends on the tight black skirt, dragging it up your thighs till it bunches at your waist leaving you in your red bottomed thigh highs and black lace garter belt and matching black thong. Fiddling with the thin strap of the thong. Grabbing it and letting it go. Walter was groaning in the background but you chose to ignore him, his punishment later.
Dragging them slowly down your legs, till they were dangling around one ankle and directly in August's face. His pupils dilating and contracting with lust and anger, like he was torn unsure of what he wanted, did he not want to get free or did he want to break free and fuck you so hard that you forgot your own damn name. Both ideas had their appeals but for his punishment, he would remain restrained, spreading your legs open so he could get a good look at what he cant have, watching him struggling to free himself was an absolute power trip. Keeping one hand on the floor to support yourself, while the other one creeped down the front of your torso, over the bunched skirt and down to your soaking wet core.
With 2 fingers you separate your lips for August to get a better look, dragging your middle finger through your center, inside your aching cunt. Letting out a few soft whimpers as you circle around your clit. His breathing became faster as he watched you play with yourself. Reluctantly pulling your fingers away, cleaning them off and shifting so you were back on your knees, moving to a standing position and walking past August hitting the release button on the chain. He went to move “ Tsk tsk tsk” pushing him back down to the ground with your foot. Undoing the restraints so he could move his hands but he was still attached to the chain on the floor.
Moving away from him you cast a glance at Walter who is sitting on the bed with his hard cock in his hand “Don't you dare play with yourself” he grumbled as you walked away. Sitting on the chest at the end of the bed, you cross your legs and beckon August forward with one finger, he began to rise to his feet, shaking your head and clicking your tongue, “ On the ground, crawl” He grabbed his tie and throwing it over his shoulder as he began to crawl on his hands and knee towards you. Drunk on the power this gives you, you take advantage. Leaning forward as he approaches, you grab him by his tie and tug him up to a kneeling position. Reattaching the cuffs and removing the chain, and grabbing his tie, “Come pet” pulling him along behind you towards the back wall where the floor had slopped, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders and down to his wrist, as you moved to lock in each wrist, pulling off the shirt and discard it to the floor. Making sure he was secure before stepping back.
Pulling the lever and raising his arms above his head, looking up at his broad chest, his pale skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Reaching down, you pull at his belt, undoing it and sliding it from his pants before dropping it to the floor. Walking back to the hutch, you grab the 29 inch, black leather flogger and walk back over to him. His eyes widen in surprise, dragging the flogger up his chest and back down again before pulling it back and flogging him, he jumps back at the sensation, his abdominal muscles spasming at the sensation. Giggling with delight, you do it again, his look becoming less amused by the minute.
The tent in his pants is telling another story, licking your lips, you unbutton his trouser, pulling out his large bulge and gripping it firmly. What sounded like a hiss came from his caged mouth, releasing his thick erection from the confines of his boxer briefs, the rosie head of his cock pointed straight at your face, the head glistening with pre-cum. No matter how many times you've seen it, it still takes your breath away. Licking your lips looking up at his eyes, his pupils so large you could barely see any signs of that beautiful blue color. Opening your mouth and just hovering over the tip of his cock. you take him into your mouth, and he releases a deep groan as you flick your tongue around.
A small amount of salty precum slides into your mouth, mingling with your saliva. using it to further wet his shaft. Exploring the long, steely muscles with your tongue, I flick around the silken skin at the head to the piercings just below. lapping a line up the tight cord beneath before traveling further, tonguing the slit. He bucks slightly when you do that, so you do it again. And again. I feel his thighs tighten. He struggles against his restraints and fails miserably, his breath is heaving and strained against the ballgag. Watching him struggle was an intoxicating and powerful feeling.
Taking him in your mouth slowly, taking you time, teasing and slow as the head of his cock breaches your lips. The veins below his skin pulse under your attention. Halfway down the solid muscle, you hit the first piercings , gagging slightly. Sliding back up his erection, even after all this time you still get caught up on his piercings, I swear that motherfucker is laughing at me, I uncover you teeth and gently drag them across the top of his cock, he tries to jerk back, gripping one of his thighs, I dig you nails into his firm flesh as he stills. Scolding him with your eyes, he glares at you.
you immediately dive again, this time getting a tiny bit deeper. He hisses. A moan leaves you. A rumble of your enjoyment reverberates around his cock, provoking his pelvis to thrust upward. After a few bobs of your head, you get a rhythm, sliding down with pressure and dragging your tongue along the lower knot of skin on the withdrawal, while he jerks against the chains that bind his hands high above his head. Bracing yourself on his thighs and taking his cock, all the way down your throat, gagging slightly and tears forming as he piston his hips, his groans become grunts. His muscles tighten, contort. Then he explodes in a violent rush, flooding your mouth with his cum, shaking and pulsing through the moment. You swallow, but it's thick and powerful shots of hot fluid. You love the indecency of it, the virility. The rawness. You love bringing him that kind of pleasure.
Giving him one last suck, he hissed around the gag as you popped his semi hard cock out of your mouth. Sticking out your tongue to show him that you did indeed swallow everything like a good girl. He groaned and pulled against his restraints, slowly rising to your feet, you bite and kiss your way up his chiseled torso, standing on your tiptoes to reach his scruffy face, kissing along his jawline before nipping at his bottom lip. He was trying his utmost best to stay still but that wild beast that was beating beneath his cold and calculated edges was thrashing to break free, trailing your hands up his chest, then his neck and slowly to the back of his head, within a few moments, the gag was undone, stepping back, watching him pant you grab a bottle of water and bring it to him. Drinking it greedily, causing it to spill down his chin and chest.
you pull the bottle away and watching him catch his breath he says “You've had your fun now let me out” throwing you head back, laughing wickedly, “Oh no darling, I'm not done with you yet.” sliding his black slacks all the way off, just leaving him in his black boxer briefs with his cock hanging out was a sight you'd never forget. Stepping back till your knees touch the back of the cool leather sofa, pulling your bunched up skirt from around your waist till it was a puddle at your feet, undoing the buttons on your shirt, letting it join your skirt on the floor. Unclipping your bra and sliding the straps down your shoulders before letting it fall free. “Fuuuck” you heard Walter say from behind you, while August just stared on. Grabbing a handful of your breast you bring them up, giving them a squeeze and massaging them before letting them drop back down. His cock was now standing at full attention as you meander back to the hutch.
Bending at the waist, you shake your ass at them while you retrieve a different set of restraints, a toy and some lube from the drawer. Standing up and turning back round with said items, August was the first one to speak up “Absolutely not, don't even think about it” he shifted trying to get away from you. Walter howled with laughter. “ Mr. Big bad CIA man is afraid that she is going to shove that up your ass” August sneered at Walter “Do you even hear yourself, you sound so stupid” more laughter erupted from Walter as they continued to go back and forth with one another. Putting the toy and lube down, I moved to stand it from August and unclasped the handcuffs and placed them under each wrist restraint. Release the lever and lower his arms and take off the wrist restraints leaving the handcuffs in place, as you move back to the leather sofa and spread your legs wide when you sit. August stretched his limbs before walking towards you and dropping back to his knees in front of you. Taking one stocking covered foot and dragging it up his arm before resting your ankle on his shoulder. He turned his head and began kissing a trail up your leg, beginning to hum, you just watching him. “What are you feeling right now?” he asked softly, looking around the spacious room, flicking your eyes to Walter than back to August
My breathing escalates. “Confined.”
“Trapped?” he volleys back. My mouth tightens because while a part of me wants to say yes, the truth is that I don’t.
I feel… safe.
Protected.
Treasured.
“One day, you will realize that you are not trapped in a cage,” he murmurs roughly. “You are in your church where I am your God, and you are your equal. I’m not a cage, little one, I am your sanctuary.” your mouth dries. The tip of your tongue darts out, wetting your bottom lip and swiping across his lips. Just a brush, but enough to light a spark. An answering growl arises as you ask, “Does that make me a goddess?” He pulls you impossibly closer, his lips now pressed against yours lightly. “Little one, you rule the fucking kingdom, and I will gladly bow to you.” letting him ensnare your lips between his in a vicious kiss before pulling away, your breath left behind. He goes to recapture them and growls when you evade him once more. Keeping your mouth dangerously close, whispering against his tongue, “Prove it.” “Mmm,” he hums, the sound of a beast growling from the depths of darkness. “I do enjoy being on your knees for you,” he murmurs, nipping at your lips playfully. This time, he’s the one to evade you, instead biting and licking until your bristling with need. He only teases for a few moments before his mouth is crashing on to yours. The inferno in your body escapes from your throat and ignites our connected lips. Without thought, you arch into him, desperate to feel more of him against you..
your eyes roll as his tongue laps up your cunt, circling your clit and spearing into you opening. It’s too much—too good. I force myself to find something to focus on, to draw out the pleasure. My gaze locks on Walter, it rivals the husky moans falling from you lips. But I lose focus, and it all fades to black as his teeth join in, sucking and biting before easing the sting with his tongue. “Fucking nirvana,” he murmurs before suctioning you clit into his mouth. I cry out, pleasure consuming me whole. And he’s right. The way August eats pussy is nirvana. It doesn’t take long before his tongue lashes at you clit in just the right way that an orgasm explodes out of me before I can process it. Your screams echo in the open space as he swallows everything you have to give him. Clamping your thighs around his head as you ride out the waves of your orgasm, his mouth is still on you but moving slowly, his tongue lazily answering each pulse ofmyour flesh with one of its own. Running your fingers into his hair and grabbing pulling him off when it becomes to much, he looks up at you, his face glistening with your arousal.
Leaning back to catch your breath, he stands from his kneeling position, hands still bound in front of him, he sits on the sofa next to you. Looking at his thick hard shaft, you cant help but want to give him on last punishment. Signaling for him to raise his arms, you slide under them so they are behind your back as you straddle his massive thighs and fist the base of his shaft before rolling your hips, gliding your pussy up to the tip, then down to the base again, pulling a deep grumble from the monster just lurking beneath the glassy surface of his blue eyes.
Closing your eyes as you rubs your clit against his shaft, “Just stay like this,” you whispers, repeating the motion again and again until your certain he was going lose the battle against the monster and snap my neck like a goddamn toothpick. Positioning the head of his cock at your weeping entrance. You slow lower yourself until just the head of his cock is seated inside you.
Refusing to sink all the way down on his shaft, he growls at you “Patience, tell me what I want to hear and then maybe i'll sink a bit lower” bringing yourself down, slightly lower than you was previously sitting on him. He rolled his head back with a groan “ alright, im sorry for not listening to you and being a stubborn jackass, now if you dont not sit down in the next three seconds i will break free of these cuffs and fuck you like i hate you” your spin snapped straight as you sunk the rest of the way on his hard thick length. Taking a moment to adjust to his size.
“I swear to fucking God, baby if you don’t move right fucking now—” slapping a hand over his mouth, and gyrating your hips as you speak “Shh, baby,” you whispers, a slight grin curling her lips. The look in his eyes tells me that you have won. But I already knew that from the minute he followed me down here.
“I’m in control, Walker. Not you. Me.”
That's when I heard the tell tale sign of metal snapping his hands come from behind my back. One hand went to your throat and the other one when to your hip, grabbing your jaw he made me look at him while he held your gaze
“Ride me, baby. I want to feel your pussy grip every inch of your cock.” “Fuck, I can’t,” groaning, your body still working to adjust to the sheer size of him
. “You have five seconds before I rearrange your organs,” he threatens. It does the job, kicking your ass into high gear and immediately rising up and sliding back down slowly. After a few different readjustments, you finally found an angle that allows me to completely seat yourself on August without feeling him come up your throat. With this new angle, he hits that perfect spot he was abusing moments before., your nails digging deeper as you movements quicken. August draws me in, bringing you body flush with his. One arm curls around you waist while the other hand tears through you wet hair, yanking you head to the side and giving him access to devour you neck. I cry out, you hips moving frantically and erratically as his teeth bite the sensitive skin below you ear. you nipples scrape against his chest, sending delicious shivers straight to you pussy.
“That’s it, baby,” he croons into you ear. “Your sweet little pussy is gripping you cock so fucking tight.” The arm that was curled around you waist is now wedging between our bodies until his thumb reaches you clit. you head kicks back as I let out a feral cry of you own. you eyes are rolling, and I can hardly breathe past the orgasm curling in you stomach. It’s too much. Too powerful. your movements grow choppy and uneven as your core tightens unbearably. “August,” I grind out through clenched teeth, sweat forming on your forehead. I don’t know what I’m asking for, but I think I know what I need. The salvation he so steadily promised me.
The hand in your hair grips tighter until strands are ripping from your scalp. His fiery eyes catch mine. “Let me feel you fall in love again,” he whispers. you can no longer hold on. your vision goes dark, the pleasure binding and dynamic as the orgasm rips through you, tearing everything in your body to shreds. you fight, your willpower, and your goddamn heart. screaming so loudly, your throat grows hoarse. “Fuck!” August shouts, and your vision clears enough to watch his own head kick back, the veins in his arms bulging and traveling all the way up to his neck.
He bares his teeth, a roar that can only come from the depths of Hell vibrating throughout the room. His cock becomes impossibly thicker before he grabs ahold of me with both arms, forcing me to still as he spills inside of me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grinds out through clenched teeth, each word punctuated by a thrust of his hips. your pussy milks him dry, wringing out every last drop until you're impossibly full of him. His seed nearly bursts from you when he pulls out, the thick semen streaming down your legs like the raindrops on a window. Our heavy breathing and the pounding of your heart is the only thing left to listen to. Slowly climbing off him feeling his cum leaking down your thighs, you look over at Walter, " Now Wally, it's your turn"
Summary: You two had been like peas in a pod, close and comfortable. You both knew each other or so you thought. It was only a matter of time before the truth came out. August knew this, and he pushed it as far away as he could. But you're smarter than that.
Words: 942
Warnings: Swearing, spoilers, mentions of sex, yelling, manipulation, angst, violence, minor character death, not a happy ending, August Walker is a walking red flag.
A/N: This goes along with mission impossible six, except reader works alongside August. Like most of my other fics, this one corresponds with a song. Banner below by cafekitsune.
"If you don't hear from us," Ethan looked over to August as he cocked his gun.
"I'll do it my way."
August had always been a brute and someone who wouldn't hesitate to get a job done.
After years of working alone, he was a complete change of direction; and you loved it.
The thrill alone of working with him was great, but the thrill he gave you almost every night in bed kept you warm inside.
He nodded to Ethan.
"Don't take your eyes off him."
August grunted as the others left, he had wanted you to stay safe and far away from him. Yet, he couldn't help but yearn for you.
He shook his head returning to the reason he had gone on this mission in the first place.
After unplugging the camera watching Lane, he filled a syringe with adrenaline, before walking back to where Lane was held captive.
The door was opened and he almost shoved the syringe into Lane grunting as he gasped awake.
"Enough games, I'm taking you out of here."
It was like a mouse and cat. Ethan was chasing a piece of cheese that couldn't be found, unknowing of the cat running after him.
August huffed, un-doing his cuffs.
"Where's Hunt?"
Lane had almost looked scared when he spoke.
"He's gone to the meeting, with a copy of you."
August was huffing with rage at this point and Lane could feel it. He raised a hand and sucked in a breath.
"Calm down. Call the apostles. Warn them."
August's face contorted, almost in disgust; but mainly annoyance.
"I have no way of contacting them. For their safety and mine."
He glared at him.
"What I do have is an extraction team with satellite overwatch and prearranged rendezvous. They'll know as soon as we leave the building."
He turned to leave before Lane continued, "No, I'm staying here."
He shifted in his seat as August stopped.
"I haven't finished with Hunt yet."
August whipped his body around, full of annoyance and anger, before stomping back to him.
"Why'd you have to make this so fucking complicated?"
Lane's head turned, "I don't understand what you mean."
August looked absolutely done, he felt done too.
"The deal was simple. I help you frame Hunt, you give me the plutonium. You're wasting time."
"There cannot be peace without first a great suffering."
He moved his face away, trying not to beat the shit out of him.
"The greater the suffering, the greater the peace."
August was losing his patience.
"When I wrote those words I wasn't referring to your peace or Hunt's suffering. The old world order needs dismantling, and we have the tools to dismantle it. All you seem to care about is that Hunt lives to take the blame. That's not anarchy."
Lane's face becomes widened and amused, and he nods slightly.
"That's revenge."
Lane leaned forward.
"Yes it is. And when I have what I want, the apostles with give you the plutonium."
Walker sighs and starts walking away, only before turning back around to spit out more words like their his last.
"Hunts the only friend you've got. You're only alive today because he didn't have the guts to kill you. Sloan was right, the IMF is like halloween. Nothing but grown men wearing,"
He pauses, something hadn't felt right earlier and things were starting to add up. He looks over to the computer they had made a copy of lanes face with.
Lane looks behind him and smiles, shifting in his seat.
"What?" He clears his throat uncomfortably.
August starts walking over to lane before aggressively ripping off his mask, revealing:
"Was it just the job?" You growl.
He was taken aback, expected anyone but you. He prayed it would be anyone but you.
You hadn't specified but he knew what you were asking.
The restraints holding you to the chair had been fake the whole time, just like his affection for you.
"You know, i had almost left this whole job when Hunt was sure you were John Larke. I couldn't believe you had faked our,"
You pause trying to find the words for the relationship you had made with him.
"He begged me to just sit here and act, that you may be exactly what he thought you were." You scoff before turning your head.
"And he was right."
August just stands there, annoyed and unresponsive. It makes you want to scream and kick him, but you stay patient.
"Was i just some stupid fuck you thought would help you when things turned out in the end?"
He finally opens his mouth, but the only thing that comes out is acid.
"I could never love you."
it strikes something in you. Maybe a fire, maybe something hotter than that, but it burns.
And you snap.
You reach behind him and grab his gun, it had happened all too fast. He couldn't contemplate what to say to you.
"Your fucking pathetic you know that? Going after your own teammate because you couldn't find a man to fuck you." He snorts trying to push you.
"That's rich coming from you asshole."
Your hands shake and he doesn't miss it. He counts on your failure, he thinks your weak.
"Oh you think i wouldn't kill you?" You laugh and his smirk turns bitter.
"Goodbye August, or whatever your name is."
Your words pierce his heart before the bullet does, but they don't reach his brain fast enough to make a move.
His words had rung in your head long after his body fell motionless.
stepdad!August x Reader: magic, madness, heaven, sin [One Shot]
Plot: For August Walker, the end always justifies the means.
or, your daddy is the only person left in your life -- he made very sure of it
Tags: murder, lot of people dead (half of the world), august wins, SMUT, large age gap (aug is in his early 40's reader is 19), childish!reader, spoiled!reader, some innocent!reader, violence against women, terrorism, minors DNI
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The world has ended.
Or, at least, that’s what the dramatic bold headlines always say on the daily for the past 3 months. The doomsday groupies seemed to be living their dreams as they scream their throats raw while wearing nothing but a cardboard box that has “THE END” ominously written in red paint.
How original.
Honestly, August was getting sick of it.
He’s not gonna lie, even if no one would or could ever know his role in it, it boosted his ego a lot to see the product of his life’s work be so successful that it ended the old world as they knew it.
But now the novelty has worn off.
It would surprise anyone how easily life can turn bleak when you reach your life’s goal. Not that anyone would be able to relate to his life experiences – not everyone would be an extremist bioterrorist that ended the corrupted modern world as they know it, after all.
“Director, your chopper is ready, sir.”
Or become the new director of CIA while he’s at it.
Suckers.
He thinks he deserves a proper time off -- a vacation that will last the rest of his life.
And he knows just where to spend it.
“Sir.”
August spared his butler a glance, pressing the phone closer to his ears as the hysterical voice of his wife pierced through the device.
“I just don’t know why she would run away like this, Gus,” she sobbed, he could almost see her pacing around their England townhouse. “Where would she even go? That girl never goes out! She barely knows anybody!”
That was true.
Your mother had gotten pregnant young, too embarrassed by her mistake that she had kept you locked in your room with a strict schedule that surrounded school and studying. And when you were old enough she had shipped you off an all-girls boarding school then tearfully introduced you to him when they were engaged and you had graduated high school.
“Are you my daddy?”
August still remembers how stunned he felt when you asked that question, having to drive him in a corner and explain how stepfathers work.
“I’ve always wanted a daddy. Mom’s mean sometimes.”
Maybe it was the teary eyes you tried so hard to control, or the waver in your voice as you pouted when you uttered your words. Or maybe it was the schoolgirl outfit that hit a button in August that he didn’t know existed.
But he decided right then and there that he would be the one to take care of you.
One way or another.
“I’ve got my best men on it, honey.”
“How dare she embarrass me like this!”
August sighed again.
That was the reason for her hysterics.
The stain on her perfectly curated image. At first that had been the first thing that piqued his interest, how well she carried herself – a spoiled woman that had lived her entire life in the spotlight. He had wanted to be the one to tame her, or maybe make her crash back into the ground.
But slowly, her treatment of her own daughter and August’s precious little one made him resent her more and more.
“You need to calm down,” he grunted, the irritation running through his voice made her go quiet. “I’m on it. Go and rest. I know you haven’t been feeling well for a while.”
Now, he knows she’s biting her bleeding lips harshly, then she let out a shuddering breath, “Yes, honey.”
August paused in the middle of the stairs, closing his eyes and groaning quietly before passing the phone to the man behind him.
“I don’t want to be disturbed.”
“Of course, sir.”
That was the butler’s cue to separate from his employer, already off to prepare for a grand dinner for two.
August passed by the door to the master’s bedroom. Instead opening the white double door on the end of the dark hallway. A wall of mirrors greeted him, along with the abundance of white and baby pink furniture that made the room resemble that of a living room that has been dipped in snow. However, his goal was in the middle of the room where a single spiral staircase opened up to the highest room in the house where light leaked out of.
Removing his jacket and setting it on the chaise lounge, he started his trek.
The French-inspired bedroom would’ve been any girl’s dream.
Especially his.
His sweet little girl who slept peacefully on her princess bed, covered only by the sheer canopy that hang from above. The baby doll pale sleepwear nearly melted into her skin, the pink diamond hanging on her neck the only pop of color in her overwhelmingly white bed.
“Daddy?”
The ragdoll cat you had as company greeted him first, running to his feet and rubbing up on him just like his mistress likes to do.
“Princess.”
You squealed, pushing away the sheer cloth separating the two of you as you jumped into his arms.
He let his face be peppered with kisses as he walked the room with you in his arms and sat on one of the sofas in front of your balcony.
“Is your job done, daddy?”
That’s what he had told you three days ago, after all.
Just one more job then you were going to have daddy all to yourself - no more lonely nights with only your precious cat and the silent servants as your company.
“It’s all done, little one.”
You giggled even more, bouncing up his lap to push yourself closer to his body, almost as if you were desperate for his warmth to bleed into yours.
“You’re all mine now?” you cocked your head innocently, unaware of how true your statement was.
He hummed, making your smile even bigger.
“Now,” he slid his rough palm underneath the thin piece of clothing you liked to call a dress. “Give daddy a proper kiss.”
You were all too happy to do as you’re told.
Pressing your soft, plush lips into his, gyrating your body on his sharp clothes, and wrapping your hands around his neck. Your lead only lasted a few more seconds before your daddy was gripping on your ass harder, his impatience short as a candle wick when it comes to you.
It takes a lot to make a man like August break, but somehow his Achilles heel came in the form of her ever grateful stepdaughter.
When he met her for the first time he knew she would become special to him.
So pure, so untainted – trusting her daddy with her entire life.
Thus on her 19th birthday, he had decided to take her life as his own.
“Daddy?”
August shifted his eyes to you, folding the newspaper in half as he greeted you with a semblance of a smile while you walked into the kitchen, your short, white halter dress flowing behind you.
“Good morning, princess. Are you going somewhere?” he teased.
He knew you would pout, thinking that even your precious stepfather had forgotten about your birthday when your mother had cruelly given you a kiss on the cheeks and a congratulation. Well, maybe you deserved that congratulation, it was a marvel how you had come out so sweet and normal despite having her as your main caretaker for years.
“I dressed up for you, daddy! You said you were taking me somewhere!” you stomped your foot but your frown fell as quickly as it appeared when he chuckled, letting you know he was just messing with you. “Meanie.”
Despite your pretense of anger, you let yourself be pulled into him, giving him a kiss on the cheeks that you always gave to him to start his morning right.
“Of course, I didn’t forget, little one,” he flicked two fingers to the butler and the old man was quick to grab the pink box that had white Victorian patterns across it. Inside was a similarly pink diamond necklace that used to lay in a fallen civilization North of Iceland. It was said that the people of the fallen city had considered it a holy relic as it always passed down to one queen to another
Now, it falls on the neck of his princess.
“Oh my god!” you shrieked when August opened the box and showed it to you. But you knew your manners well enough to keep your pretty ass on the chair as he stood and went to the back of your seat.
“Hair up, princess.”
Quickly you gathered your hair, gasping at the feel of the cold chain and even colder and heavier pendant not letting out a breath until you heard a clack and your daddy had pressed a kiss on the nape of your neck. “Perfect.”
“What’s that?” you raised an eyebrow at a little metal rod on his arms, if your eyes didn’t fool you, you were pretty sure it had the same gem like the one he had just given you on its base.
“The key,” he sat back on his seat as if it was nothing. “Your necklace has a magnetic lock.”
“So, I won’t be able to take it off?” Suddenly your throat felt tighter.
“Why would you need to take it off?”
You knew he was being rational – it was an expensive necklace, and knowing your tendency to be a bit mindless sometimes you could misplace it -- but you had a funny feeling about it. “Well, what if it doesn’t match my outfit?”
August laughed, a true laugh that only you can pull out of him. “Then you come to daddy and sweetly say please.”
You tried to think of any other reason but you had none, you already asked your stepfather his permission for anything, what’s one more?
“Finish your meal. The rest of your gift is in my room.”
You scarfed down your breakfast, sometimes taking a break to let your daddy press a piece of fruit on your lips. When he deemed you full enough he led out a hand to you and guided you on the third floor where the master bedroom was in.
“Where is it?” you bounced on your feet, tightening your hold on his hand as you skipped behind him. He lead you into the small lounge and into another door that lead into the proper bedroom, where on the bed were heaps of pink wrapped boxes that had your name written on every card.
You could feel a breath get lodged in your throat.
Before you could let your shock simmer you felt thick arms wrap around your waist, turning you to face the looming figure of your stepfather,
“Happy birthday, my princess.”
You beamed, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss on his chin, the only thing you could reach despite your effort.
“Thank you, daddy,” you gave him your sweetest smile, eyes tearing up on the sides from the immense adoration and happiness you felt running through your veins, overwhelming you. “I love you so much.”
August could almost hear his frayed control snap.
You always told him you loved him – loved him more than anyone you’ve ever known.
Not that you know that many people in the first place.
But he knew you truly did love him – you were maybe a little confused about your feelings, torn about your changing, overwhelming emotions – but he knew you place him on a pedestal above the rest. Your beloved daddy.
The man who becomes your shoulder to cry on when you get ditched by the few friends you’ve known due to your strict mother not letting you go out with them all the time, the man who always gives you the time of day no matter what part of earth his mysterious job takes him to, the man who gives you all the clothes, pieces of jewelry, and kisses you could ever ask for.
Your daddy – the man who too loved you among the rest.
August hummed, his hand roaming from the dip of your waist and going lower until his claws were gripping on the meat of your ass. The pressure of his hold had you gasping, your body suddenly heating up, especially in between your legs where his hands are so close to touching.
“D- Daddy.”
“I love you so much more, princess,” he cut you off, chest-puffing up when he saw the glazed look on your eyes. He leaned down, giving you no option but to close your eyes as you were roped into the moment – and into a kiss.
It was short but it left you gasping. “So much more.”
“Yes,” you answered in agreement despite your confusion. Why did your daddy kiss you? Are daddies supposed to do that? You wouldn’t know, everything you learned about the dynamics of your relationship went out of August’s mouth, after all. If he said being your first kiss is his to own then it must be right.
“Go on,” he cocked his head to the bed, giving you the permission you had been waiting for. With one last look, you let your eyes flutter back into his lips, lips tingling at the memory of the feeling of his beard tickling the top of yours.
“Princess,” you jumped, yelping and realizing too late that he had sneaked his hand under your dress and slapped your ass while you were ogling. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Yes!”
Quickly you clambered up on the bed. You usually weren’t allowed up here by your mother but every time she leaves for her numerous galas and vacations you secretly hang out here with your daddy when he himself wasn’t jumping off one continent to another.
“A kitty cat?!” you shrieked when you saw the photo of a beautiful little kitten on the last and smallest box on the bed. Your arms had nearly gotten sore from opening 19 boxes but your energy was renewed by the final gift.
Crumbled and ripped apart pink papers was a terrible contrast to the dark bed it was littered on but with a sweep of his hand August cleared a space for him to sit next to you, dragging you into him until you were leaning back on his chest and looking up at him.
“It’s waiting for you in your sunroom, princess.”
You couldn’t help the volume of the squeal you let out, turning to face your stepfather to press kisses on his face until you were straddling him. “Thank you! Thank you so much, daddy!”
You turned, ready to run into your personal reading room in the house where only you (and August) had the key to when you were pulled back into place, his hand on you not letting up.
You cocked your head in confusion.
The dark glint in his eyes made you nervous. Is he mad? Were you being ungrateful?
“I have one last gift, princess.”
You cocked your head in confusion, “But I already opened 19 gifts, daddy?”
It was a little tradition August started a year ago – when he had given you 18 gifts on your 18th birthday to the behest of your mother who complained how she had only gotten one.
You turned your head, mentally counting the empty boxes around you but it was interrupted by a firm hold on your chin that forced you to look back up at your daddy.
He looked down at you as if you were being silly, which made you smile sheepishly back at him. Pressing another kiss on your lips he suddenly leaned a bit to the side table, opening a drawer to show another gift – only this one was black and had a pink ribbon wrapped around it.
“Well, consider this one as a little bonus. Since you’ve been such a good girl for me all year,” he explained, giving you a small nod to let you know to open it. This time you were a bit more gentle, the tense mood in the room suddenly making you feel sweaty. “Remember how you told me you wanted to try grown-up outfits? Since your mom always bought you girly dresses?”
You felt your jaw drop when you saw the contents.
Agent Provocateur.
“Daddy, won’t mom be mad?” You were too terrified to even touch the lewd black lace. Your mom was always strict on your clothing, always making you wear conventional cotton underwear, boring bras, and conservative pieces. The halter dress you were wearing was only even bought because August was present when you were shopping for your birthday dress and he had given it his stamp of approval.
And anything daddy says, goes.
He chuckled, finding something funny in your statement, “Well, since I gave it to you she won’t be able to say shit.”
His choice of words made you grimace but he soothed it down with a gentle hand on your head. “It’s alright princess. If you’re uncomfortable we can even keep this as a secret from her, hmm? Would you like that?”
You nodded. You know the right thing would be a good girl and return the offending item but you were too enamored at your first big girl clothing to part from it.
“Try it on, then.”
“What?”
You thought he was joking but his face didn’t show a single crack.
“Well, since daddy bought it without you I wouldn’t know if it fits right,” as he spoke his hands sneaked under your dress. “I want to see if it looks pretty on my princess.”
“That …” you looked up at him to protest, too embarrassed at the thought but his hard stare had you whimpering. “I don’t know how to put it on, daddy.”
Which was true, the many clips and hooks and straps had your head spinning. You had never had a risqué underwear before – much less a proper lingerie.
“Alright, stand up.”
You could feel your heart jump to your throat. Did you displease him? You didn’t mean to!
“Daddy – I’m sorry! I want to! I just –”
“Shh, calm down, little one,” he comforted you, though the ice in his voice had you less comforted but more on edge. Your eyes were shaky as you tried to look for any crease or contortion on his face that would clue you in if he was really mad at you. “Let me help you, hm? Come on.”
Before you could ask what he really meant by that he was dragging you by the arm into the walk-in closet he shared with your mother. There was a little space that was simply made of three floor-to-ceiling length mirrors where you knew your mother would’ve loved to check every nook and cranny of her outfits.
But now, it was your turn.
It was you standing in front of the three mirrors, the different reflections made you nauseous, your fear and uncertainty painted perfectly on each clone.
“Princess, calm down.”
August confidently walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and helping alleviate your worries by letting you lean back into his chest, your head hooked under his so you can follow his slow, deep breaths.
“It's just you and me, ‘kay? Nothing to worry about,” he whispered, trailing his lips into the side of your face. “It’s just daddy. You trust me don’t you?”
You nodded eagerly, holding on to his arms on your stomach as if to prove to him just how much you depended on him as your lifeline.
“Yes … I trust you,” you whispered, looking at him through your reflection.
“Good,” he grinned, his reflection warped into an expression that seemed a bit too different than you were used to. “Now, be a good girl and show daddy how pretty you can be.”
At that point, you would’ve let him do anything.
Slowly, like the snake that doomed Eve to become the mother of sinners, he ran his hands down your body, then up – taking the bottom of your dress with it.
Your body felt like it would implode, breaths coming out short when you realized he now had a full view of your white frilly panties.
“How adorable,” he observed, but his worn hands were already sneaking down the last piece of clothing that protected your dignity and slid it down your leg making you whimper. “But we don’t need this anymore.”
He pulled away from you, sure that you will stumble into the ground if he wasn’t there to support you by how dizzy you were becoming from the onslaught of new emotions you felt in your body.
“Daddy,” you whined but he just patted your waist before grabbing the box and taking the panties and garter out of it.
“Step in, darling,” he commanded, kneeling down in front of you and offering the sheer lace that you think is more string than actual cloth. But his expectant eyes told you he no longer had any patience for your hesitation. So you stepped in, even pulling up your dress so he can properly put the offending clothing on you, flinching when he snapped the cloth into your skin. “There we go, that’s my good girl.”
Now that he was facing your most intimate part he studied it, frowning, “I didn’t know you were getting waxed, baby.”
“I-It’s laser, daddy,” you whimpered, leg shaking when he traced your pubic area with his thumb. “I … My best friend, Milia told me boys like –”
August could feel his blood start to boil. “What?”
“No!” you shook your head, realizing how bad it sounded. Your mother had always cautioned you about your virginity – said it was a gift for your husband and not something to throw around like paper. “I … I just like the feel of it, daddy. I promise I’m a virgin. You … you were my first kiss.”
That melted the rage out of August’s face. “Really?”
You sniffed, “Promise, daddy.”
He knew you were too weak-hearted to even think about lying to him, falling like a house of cards at the thought of ever upsetting him like that.
“Alright,” he grunted, leaning over to press the gentlest kiss on your pubic area. “If you like your pussy that way, princess, I’ll allow it.”
Your face burnt at the word. He made it sound like he owned your ... you shook your head. The thought of the word made you bite your lip.
“Thank you, daddy.”
He made a surprisingly quick work of the sheer thigh-high socks and the garter that came with it, clipping it skillfully on the edge of your panties
“Take off your dress.”
He seemed to keep getting more agitated the more pieces he put on you, that’s why, without a second thought you pulled your dress away from you, forgetting that you had forgone a bra due to the shape of the dress until it was too late.
Before you could cover yourself your wrists were caught in his, pushing you into the cold mirror at the center until it made you hiss.
“Keep it up there,” he commanded, giving you no choice but to nod.
As if observing a masterpiece, your daddy step backed, hands buried on his pockets as he looked at your nearly nude form, your chests perking from the coldness of his room and his stare.
You whined a ‘daddy’ but he just shushed you.
“You look beautiful, princess,” he complimented you making you giggle, pleased. “Remind me next time to paint you.”
You could feel flowers growing out of your heart.
“You know what, let’s forgo the corset.”
You raised your eyebrow in confusion but he just went closer to fix the heart diamond pendant that had gotten skewed during the little dress-up and placed it perfectly in your chest, his touch moving until he was no longer playing with the necklace but with your chest.
“You’re perfect,” he observed as if he couldn’t believe it himself either. “My perfect, beautiful, princess. You’re daddy’s princess aren’t you?”
You nodded desperately, unaware that your little cunt was already rubbing on the air in between the two of you as if it knows where it belongs.
“Daddy’s princess, couldn’t live without me, can’t you? Can’t live without her daddy to give her everything she wants.”
He pinched your nipple harshly, leaning down to press a kiss on the other.
“Can’t daddy …” you sobbed. “Don’t wanna live without you. I love you – love you so much.”
He hummed, pleased. In the flurry of your emotion, you couldn’t help but reach out for him, sobbing in relief when he leaned down as if he knew what you just needed: one more of his kisses.
Only this time he was no longer as soft.
Quickly, he took control of the kiss, slipping into his tongue and dominating yours – leaving you no choice but to hang on to his every kiss and bite until it felt like you were getting consumed whole. You groaned in pain when he pushed you back on the mirror, your head clashing on it but he gave you no time to process the pain as he grabbed your thighs and made you wrap it on his waist.
“Daddy!”
Harshly, he grounded his bulging length on your scantily covered cunt – the contrast of his rough pants to the lace you wore had him wanting to rip the pretty little thing apart.
“Yes, that’s right. Scream for daddy.”
You moaned, throwing back your head and letting him press harsher kisses on your neck, marking you up for him to see.
Following his instruction, you let your voice leak out, moaning and crying out for him as he played your entire body like one of those guns he never lets you touch.
“I feel so warm. Daddy,” warm tears flecked your eyes, desperately looking up at him as you always do whenever you’re in a bind. “I’m so warm.”
From your periphery, you could see your lewd reflection on the mirror – could see the hulking man nailing the tender body of a girl into the wall, like a monster crucifying an innocent little princess that got trapped in his arms.
“Your warm, princess? In here?” Your mouth fell open, both in shock how he knew immediately where to touch and in pleasure when he rubbed the little nub on your center using his thumb.
He grinned, with a bit more pressure and circular motions on your sensitive nub your screams echoed off the wall of mirrors as you came and gushed through the little panties he had bought just for you. No longer a girl in your plain white cotton panties but a woman – a woman in black lace thongs and pink diamond necklaces.
Catching your breath, you let your daddy carry you back to the bedroom, rubbing your face on his neck and nibbling on it like a little pup that was nursing to find some comfort.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” He finally spoke when he was on a sofa by the chimney, your shaking form full of nerves and pleasure still cradled in his lap.
“Yes …” you gasped, looking up at him in reverie. “Feels so good, daddy.”
“Well, it only seems fair that you make daddy feel good too, doesn’t it?”
You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out – despite being loved on by your daddy the past year and being treated like royalty whenever he was around you yourself have no idea how to make him happy.
“I … I don’t know how,” you whispered guiltily, teary-eyed.
“Hmm,” he pretended to think about it, pressing a kiss on your lips to shush your tears. “Should I teach you? How you would be able to make daddy happy?”
The opportunity made you nearly jump from your seat, beaming widely, and heart pounding at the prospect of finally being of use to your dear daddy. “Yes! Yes, I’ll be good!”
He chuckled, roping you into another wet and messy kiss before pulling away after a final harsh bite on your bottom lip.
“Good,” he leaned back on his seat. “Then get on your knees, princess.”
You were usually a well-behaved princess as far as August was concerned.
But he also knew that you always get a bit attached every time he goes out of the country for work for long periods of time. It had always irritated his wife whenever August coddled your unhealthy attachment more out of jealousy instead of concern.
Which is why it makes August laugh quietly when he thought of her reaction if she found you now.
“Dabdwy?” you spoke lazily as you sat on his lap sucking on his thumb for comfort as he hummed at you in response.
He sipped on the rum till only the ice remained.
You detached his finger out of your mouth with a ‘pop’, pressing a kiss on it before wiping your excess saliva off with the cloth of your dress.
“What happened out there?”
Despite the remote location of his main mansion, he knew there was no way he would be able to keep the world-breaking news from you. Servants talk – and despite always being shy and wary of strangers you wouldn’t be able to help your curiosity.
He had half the mind to cut out the tongue of all his workers but decided to shelf the idea for later.
“Princess, I … I have some bad news.”
You jolted on his lap, “You’re leaving again?! You promised, daddy!”
“No, sweetheart. Daddy would never leave you again,” he assured you. He tried to act as sad as possible. “When daddy went out – we failed to stop a bad guy. And, the bad guy let a terrible thing out into the world and it killed a lot of people.”
“Oh,” you deflated but didn’t seem too bothered about the tattered corpses all over the world as long as daddy would stay by your side. It shouldn’t make him happy but it does warm his chest. You had been sheltered your entire life – your life before him surrounded on the four walls of your luxurious boarding school and then he arrived and made your prison a bit prettier and wider but it was a birdcage nonetheless. Now you’re life revolved around him. “That’s … that’s horrible, daddy. Did you get in trouble?”
He scoffed, “No, princess. But … your mom,” that caught your attention. “She was one of the victims.”
There was tense silence after his lie.
Well, half-lie. He had been feeding your mother a lower dosage of the poison he had spread all over the world, this would not only remove suspicion off of him but also make sure to cut off all remaining ties you had on the outside world aside for him.
“Oh.”
Oh?
August tried to gauge your reaction but you just hugged him tighter, leaning your head on his chest as you played with the buttons on his shirt.
“I’m sorry, princess.” He tried to test the waters. “Are you sad?”
But it did surprise him when you shook your head, “I’m … should I be sad?”
He blinked at your question then he also shook his head, pressing a kiss on your cheeks, “No, you know I like my princess better when she’s smiling.”
That made a grin split in your mouth. “I’m not sad,” you explained. “Mom’s always been mean, didn’t really talk to her much when I got home. I guess, she really didn’t give me any reason to be sad.”
August nodded at your words.
He was glad all his work for the past year seemed to have severed any emotional connection you had of your mother,
You wrapped your hands tighter around his neck, crushing your lips on his rough stubble, giggling, “As long as I have you, daddy. I’m happy.”
August couldn’t agree more – after all, the feeling was mutual.
“Your wife just died, her daughter is missing and you can’t be fucking bothered to come?”
He kissed his teeth, “Benji,” he cracked his neck as he walked the hallway of his house. “The entire world just ended and the world government had assigned me to catch the person who did it. Did you really think I will have time to go to some flimsy affair like an investigation of a death I've been ruled out of? I’ll have someone take care of it and if you’re as smart as you think you are you will stay out of my ass.”
The silence on the other line told him Benji got his point.
“August –”
“I gotta go,” he lowered his voice once he was back in the wide double door. “It’s bedtime.”
Whenever August was home you slept with him in the large master’s bedroom on the third floor but August had built your own personal bedroom for you to entertain yourself for the rest of your day as he worked on his office or is called on the mainland for his duties.
Knocking on the door, he couldn’t help but smile as he watched you laying on the carpeted floor writing something on your personal diary with your headphones on and in full blast.
He knew you would be lost in your own world once you had those pesky buds on your ears so he decided to walk towards you instead – only to be greeted by the sweetest sight.
It was you, writing his name over and over again on the same age with little hearts, flowers, and clouds decorating it.
August Walker.
August. August. August.
Daddy
Daddy x Princess
It was almost too sweet.
Sweet enough to melt all the stress and tension away from his body.
That’s what he tells her anyway when she was splayed out on their shared bed, her legs almost in a split as he suckled on the honey that was dripping out on her core.
“You’re too sweet, princess.”
Her reply was drowned out by her moans. Her chest heaving as an insurmountable amount of pleasure ran throughout her limbs and back into her center.
“You and this sweet little cunt.”
Sensing your incoming third orgasm, August sucked on your bud harder, bending the two fingers he had buried into you just in a sharper angle and your screams bounced off the paintings in your walls.
He lapped at the rest of your juices as he let you come back down to earth after your orgasm, “Had enough, baby?”
He chuckled when you shook your head, “want …”
“Want what?”
“Wanna taste you, daddy. Haven’t for so long.”
If you weren’t so out of it he was sure you would be pouting.
He had no problem giving you this specific whim, but he knew your limbs would be too weak to hold you up. So instead he dragged your body to the edge of the bed till your head was hanging off.
“Open up, my love.”
All too eagerly you let your mouth fall open, tongue snaking out just in time for him to press the head of his cock on your mouth.
What a great cock-sucker you would turn out to be.
He doubts anyone would be but ever since the first time, you had this crazed craving for his cum – going cranky and stubborn if you go too long without it, always whining his ears off whenever you call him from another continent and how you keep getting the rumbles on your tummy because of how much you need to be sucking his cock.
“That’s great, you’re doing wonderful, baby.”
You suckled on his head desperately, tongue hanging out to run it on the underside of his length. Your tongue expertly lets the precum leaking out to pool on your mouth before quickly taking a gulp.
The room was filled with the lewd noises of your mouth that were desperately coaxing out his essence but he had other plans for now. With a large amount of effort, August slipped his cock out of your mouth, grinning at the whine you let out as you tried to chase the head with your tongue.
“Daddyyyy!”
He ignored you, instead of hauling off your body until it was your ass that was hanging off the bed, supported only by his arms that were hooked under your knees, pushing it until your pretty face was in-between your two dangling limbs.
You marveled at his strength – you always tend to forget just how massive and strong your daddy was until he was treating you like a ragdoll.
“I’ll let you suck on my cock as long as you want tomorrow, princess,” he explained as he spits on your cunt harshly. “Right now, I want that tight little cunt.”
You could only whimper, staring at the head of his cock – made more intimidating by the dusting of hair that surround his entire torso that got thicker as it went down his body. Despite warming your stepfather’s bed for the past year it still hurt like the first time whenever he sheathed himself into you.
Outside the bed he was gentle – your caring, strong daddy that protected you for everything and gave you everything you want. But in the four towering walls of his bedroom, he takes. And he never takes your body gently.
“DADDY!”
He grunted, a lone vein popping up in the side of his head from the pleasure he felt as your warmth surrounded him with a loud squelch. “Fuck, ‘such a tight little slut.”
Before you could beg him for a moment of relief he pushed your knees tighter and sheathed himself farther into your pussy – your very breath getting taken away by a harsh kiss.
Uselessly, your feet dangled above you, his every thrust moving your body – like he was just using you for pleasure.
You should feel ashamed to be used as an object but it instead just makes you burn in ecstasy.
Mouth hanging open because the only words that your brains could come up with were unintelligible moans and whispers of his names
“You look so beautiful like this, princess,” he cooed at you, not letting you answer as he pressed a kiss into your lips and let you suck on his tongue for comfort. “A little fuckdoll just for her daddy.”
“Just for you …. love you daddy …” you spoke in between your breathy moans.
“That’s right,” he agreed, angling his thrusts so your little clit was brushing on his pubic area making your toes curl from the feeling of his rough, ungroomed bush to your sensitive little clit.
He could tell the telltale signs of your impending orgasm – the wide, hazy eyes, the drool dripping down your mouth as your mouth hung open, and the little whimpers you could let out as your body tightened around him.
“Let go, baby. It’s okay, let go for daddy,” and with one last thrust your entire body tightened for a second before exploding underneath him, your flailing limbs held down by his own weight as he brutally fucked you throughout your entire orgasm – grunting from the effort of not coming just yet.
But if there was one thing you would be good at, it would be milking the spunk out of your stepfather – making him explode right into your tight heat with a roar that would rattle any woman’s bones.
And for the first time in a while, there was silence.
Your breaths, the twitching of your body, and the dancing of the trees from the wind.
Without breaking the quiet, August pulled out of you, patting your pussy gently as if praising it for its work before going into the bathroom. It wasn’t until he was pressing a warm cloth on your sensitive center that you were brought back to reality.
“Daddy …” you called, your eyes still unfocused but he appeared on your field of vision with a semblance of a smile and a kiss on your forehead. “Hi.”
“Hello, baby,” he carried your body, placing it in the center of the bed and tucking you in. “Did such a great job, hm? Feeling sleepy now?”
You nodded, reaching out for him until he slid next to you.
“Go to sleep,” he whispered on the top of your head, letting you wrap your entire body around him. “Daddy will be here in the morning.”
“We are here not only to mourn but to also celebrate the life of (Y/M/N) Walker. A beloved wife, a caring mother, a lover of the arts and a representation of a woman who appreciated and chased the beauty of the world her entire life.”
August could swear he heard Benji scoff, giving August a glare – not missing him basically calling her own late wife vapid and shallow.
August knew the man was still suspicious of him – that he was, in fact, the reason for the downfall of Ethan Hunt which lead to the end of the world.
But he had no proof to back him up and anybody who knew the entire truth was long-buried six feet underground or rotting down a cliff of an undisclosed location.
And August already has plans just how to take care of such a pesky little pest.
“May she watch over us as we hope to rebuild the beauty that she had always seen in this world.”
Tearful cries poured out from the small crowd in front of him – but it was all for dramatics. August knew his wife – late-wife didn’t have a single true friend her entire life.
As the crowd dissipated, August gracefully accepted the shallow words of comfort thrown towards him. Lost both his wife and stepdaughter in a single swoop – it would be tough for anybody, they said.
It took everything in him not to crack a smile knowing his precious late stepdaughter will currently be taking a nap on her mini-library, covered in the finest silk and bathed in the sun while her cruel mother rotted with the worms underground.
He watched in silence as the last car left the cemetery, the men who were in charge of leveling the earth gave him a tip of their hats in respect as they placed the bermuda grass on top of the loose soil before leaving.
He let out a sigh of relief.
His plans were finally done.
“I guess you deserve my thanks,” he muttered, staring at the cursive writings on the stone. “For being such a perfect pawn to my plans.”
He stood, carrying a single rose he knew she hated and placing it on the ground.
“You go rest in peace, darling,” he grinned, a cruel shape taking form on his face as he imagined her soul screaming at him from beyond
“I’ll take care of our little one.”
DONE!!! Let me know what you guys think! It kinda has the same formula as my stepdaddy!steve one cause im still getting into writing once again but I promise next one will be different!
This is a tiny follow-up to At last that I think was requested, but I can’t remember right now!
“Come here.”
I was barely able to understand what he meant, only realizing he was actually talking to me once the world turned upside down because August had flipped me over his shoulder, and was now carrying me back inside the house.
I didn’t bother complaining or arguing. Yes, there was a party I was expected to attend, but after the sex I’d just had? All I wanted was to sleep off the tiredness and wake up with that amazing post-orgasmic blow, ‘cause holy hell, those were some orgasms!
It seemed like August had other ideas, however. After getting me back into the house, he took me to my bedroom, where he proceeded to strip me naked of whatever part of my outfit was still hanging from my body
And then he took me to my bathroom and laid me in my bathtub. And then he stripped naked.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” It appeared that post-orgasm me was a lot like drunk-me: honest and blunt as all hell, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, I think I even saw the corners of his lips twist up while he took position behind me, on the bathtub.
“Scoot over,” he ordered, and like the pleasing little lamb I’d become once he got his dick in me, I followed, sighing in relief once his chest was against my back, his hands running all over my body to help clean it up or to tease me more, I couldn’t tell.
“Just so you know…” His voice was barely over a whisper, and I hummed to let him know I was listening. “I didn’t do this just because I think you’re hot.”
Well, that was a nice sentiment. It didn’t really help with my concerns and worries, though.
“Why did you, then?” I had to ask, since he’d opened up the door for this conversation to happen. He didn’t answer immediately, too busy washing my hair for me. It was only after I relaxed against his chest that the answer came:
Summary: August, sick of you jumping from location to location trying to escape him, broke into your hotel room to interrogate you about you leaving him months earlier.
Words: 2952
(First Person) (Both August x Y/N POVs)
**It is August, but in my head August isn’t evil, more just temporarily morally confused, so in this he’s an okay guy.**
Warnings/notes: angst, fluff, internal emotional thoughts (which always make me uncomfortable), mentions of sex. cursing somewhere.
****So the edit directly below was done by @eastwesthomeisbest for this story. I meant to add this to my story ages ago but something reminded me today, and i’m glad it did, because this edit made me so happy that I wanted to share it again. I love it so much! All of the edits made by @eastwesthomeisbest are freakin amazing!****
August POV
I would wait all night in this room if I had to, just to see her face and find the look I am horribly desperate to see in those eyes. The one I hope will reassure me of her feelings.
I want to believe that she can’t fool me; that I am as confident in her love as I seem to be, but she rules me in every way. If at any time, any single moment, anywhere, in front of the entire world, she told me to kneel before her, I would kneel like the begging puppy she doesn’t even know I am.
The silver knob of the door jiggles the slightest and a sudden fear bubbles up inside me that squashes my determined facade like a fly. What if she isn’t alone? What if she has some unworthy idiot she plans to take to her bed?
But no. Thank God.
Once on this side of the door, she closes it quietly behind her as if not to disturb anyone sleeping in the same hall and leans her forehead against the wood. She sighs, and I worry over that sound.
She doesn’t look up when she asks how long I have been in her room. She sighs again, and I worry again. I can feel her exhaustion from 10 feet away. It floats to me, hoping I might let some of the burden seep into me through my every pore just to relieve her. And if it were a physical possibility, I wouldn’t hesitate to take not just some of it, but all, until nothing weighed her down and she could straighten her spine for the first time in a while.
“Not long.” I say, pushing myself upright from my leaned position on the wall beside her.
She lifts her head and graces me with a glance. A tired glance, but something of a gift, nonetheless. “Get out. I’m in no mood.”
I cross my arms because they make my muscles bulge in a way that she could never resist. And I think that if that doesn’t get to her, well, at least it shows her I’m still strong, I’m still determined, despite how being around her always turns my brain to jelly. “I need to talk to you. That’s all I want.”
She would groan if she had the energy. I can tell by the way her lips thin when I say anything. “Then speak if you find it so absolutely necessary but make it quick, will you. And skip the part explaining how you found me again. I’m getting really tired of the whole ‘you’re not good at covering your tracks’ bit.”
I’m pushing her to the brink. She fakes nonchalance, but she’s irritated, at best. She’s the kind of irritated that has the ability to turn into something much worse over time, and I know if a baseball bat were nearby, mustering enough strength to beat me to a bloody pulp would not be as hard for her as I wish; but she has yet to kill me, so I say: “Fine. I am in love with you.”
She scoffs and puts her hands on her hips. My hips. They belong to me. They are for me to touch and grab and love. “So you have said, repeatedly. Is that it?”
“You are in love with me too, and I want you to come home.”
A beautiful, sarcastic chuckle sings in my ears. “Wow.”
“The truth is the truth.”
“I am not in love with you!”
“Yes, you are.”
She rolls her eyes, but all it does is lighten my heart. “You really are insane.”
“You love me. You do now, and you did when you somehow managed to pack up and leave in the middle of the night without me noticing. Which I still can’t figure out. Until that night, you couldn’t so much as shift in the bed beside me without me waking to make sure you were fine and safe.” I shake my head. I had replayed that night in my head too often for any sane man, and still couldn’t understand how she disappeared like a wraith. “But I woke up the next morning with you not next to me, because somehow you had slipped away without a trace.
“Apparently not, seeing as how you keep finding me wherever I go.”
“I told you a long time ago, I would always find you. If anything ever happened, I would protect my woman.”
“I’m not your—”
“I know you don’t want to believe it, because I was a bad guy who did some bad things; a bad guy you heard had done even worse things, unspeakable things, but this feeling is real despite that. Our connection…”
“We have no connection!” She yells before running her hands down her face. She is tired of this, but if I give up now, she will never allow the word ‘love’ to pass my lips in her presence again, if she even chose to speak to me.
“Y/N, I don’t want to be without you. I can’t stand another second without being able to have you, or hold you, or kiss you, or make love--”
“Stop it, August!” She snaps. “You live in fantasies and think just because you say things over and over that they eventually become truth and everyone around you will accept it as such.”
“We are not a fantasy! You and me, we are--”
“We are nothing!”
A quiver echoes around the room.
A crack in her shell.
Tears began to dribble down the soft cheeks I once kissed.
I move but she steps back with every inch I advance until the icy chill of the wall is flush against her back. And I see it: false hatred masking underlying fear in her eyes; a fear she has had since we met, a fear of loving me.
I brace an arm on the wall, my palm flat next to her face as my other moves to her body, down her arm, to the curve of her waist, to the silky soft flesh peeking from under her sweater for me to stroke with my thumb as the rest of my fingers firmly grip her hip. My hip.
“We are everything to each other…and you know it,” I say as I meet her eyes. They glisten, wet and shiny and beautiful in a way I hoped I would never be the cause of. Her teary gaze is unblinking, in utter disbelief that I was touching her again, that she was letting me touch her again.
“Don’t,” is all she whispers; one final plea as I firmly grasp the last brick of the wall she put up to keep me out and throw it away, out of sight where it could never be found again…I hope.
“August…” Another whisper.
“Y/N, I know I scared you and I know you heard a lot of bad things about me, but I would never hurt you, ever. And I’ll step away, I will, I promise I will, if you tell me to.” I never wanted to lie to her, but as the last of those words come out of my mouth, I know that is exactly what they are: A lie. I won’t ever step away.
I inch my head down to hers, my face closer to hers, my lips a hairs width away from hers, praying she won’t shove me away.
“Just tell me to.” I whisper against her lips.
But she doesn’t and so I press my lips to hers, taking her rosy, plump bottom one between my own.
She tastes the same. Too many months without this taste is like coming home after being at war and I savor every single generous second.
Then I feel it. A movement of her lips over mine, a small pressure that forces a moan from my throat, tingling both of our lips. I don’t waste another beat pulling her to me. Remembering this sensation of our bodies molded so perfectly together is intoxicating. I won’t, I can’t let her go. Not now. Not ever again.
Y/N POV
I’m still.
So still.
I can’t move, and I tell myself it is only because he has trapped me; that my anger is strong enough to paralyze me; that he is abusing me, and I just see too much red to focus on that fact. I tell myself that the chill running down my spine is from the wall he has me up against.
He looks at me like he wants me. It’s the way he has always looked at me. Devouring. Begging. Desperate.
He is moving, somehow closer than he already is and my body reacts to him, sensing a familiar stinging heat though his skin has yet to touch mine. I can feel my heart’s uncontrollable excitement and I’m screaming for it to shut up, to stop beating for him, stop humming for him, just stop living if that’s what it takes for him to go away. But it won’t, or can’t, or just doesn’t want to. I have no idea anymore, but I can’t look away from the hand inching its way toward my arm.
If you touch me, I will kill you, I repeat over in my head.
But it, he, moves closer.
If you touch me, I will kill you.
And closer.
If you touch me…
He looks at me, right in the Y/E/C of my eyes and the air is sucked from my lungs.
…I will kill you.
Then he touches me.
His hand rests gently on my shoulder and skims down my arm over the fabric of my too-thin sweater. My waist feels it and my belly flops as he strokes the skin that hasn’t felt his touch in months. It sings for him, my skin. It cries in relief and thanks me for not shoving him away.
Finally, it moans.
I think this must stop, now. Break the contact. Don’t let him control you. You have fought so hard to become the woman you are, a woman who needs no one, and now is not the time to give in to this feeling, but it feels so good and he has only stroked a thumb, a simple thumb, along an insignificant amount of my skin.
I am numb to everything but the fire of his fingertips.
“Don’t.” What a pathetic whisper. A lie.
But his gaze is unwavering.
“August…” I cry his name in my head over and over, but once again, my mouth fails me and it comes out so quietly, so soft.
He tells me he will stop if I tell him to. But his face is so close, his lips are so close. I feel his puffs of breath stroke my skin and it warms me from head to toe.
He whispers something again, but the blood rushing in my ears doesn’t allow me to comprehend. I think I need to pull away.
Not now, my mind screams at me. Don’t be an idiot, it yells.
He kisses me and my brain shuts down. I only feel softness and slight pressure and a moan that tingles my lips, but I can’t tell who it came from.
The taste is the same. His taste is the same. It’s sweet with hints of whiskey he must have had recently and it shoves me back in time, into the body of the woman who let her guard down and was dumb enough to fall in love with a man like him. Then I move my lips, just my lips, and I’m pulled so close to him. I feel his muscles; firm ridges and valleys through his shirt against my stomach and breasts.
It’s too much and not enough.
My hands seem to rise on their own accord and slide to his arms, up to his shoulders; the opposite trail he had touched me with. He groans into our kiss as his arms hold me tighter than I thought possible.
By the time my fingers are resting on the back of his neck, pressing his lips harder to mine in the first greedy act I have taken, he’s hoisted me up. His hands grasp my bottom to secure me and I am forced to remember the last night we had together before I left.
Every feeling I had the last time I was on top of him, sinking down onto him, moving my hips in a way that made us practically weep from pleasure, swallows me whole. I remember the feel of his fingers as he grabbed my backside to keep me firm against him.
Imprints were left that night. Stinging from where he would roughly slap a cheek. Bite marks on my shoulders, my neck, my breasts, that didn’t disappear for days. He made sure to claim me in every way possible again and again.
And now he was back for me, my heart, my soul, my love. And he would not waste a single drop of the flood that was pouring out of me.
I plant my palms on the stubble of his jaw and tilt my head, parting my lips to give us the chance to deepen this kiss, and it allows him to slip his silky, soft tongue in to caress mine.
He turns us and walks to the large bed in the middle of the room, never breaking our kiss, before gently laying me down on the plush comforter and ripping his shirt off over his head.
He really is the same, I think. Everything is exactly the same. Perfect in every single way. Strong shoulders, and thick arms, and toned abs that lead down to a defined V that disappears under the waist of his pants. And he’s looking at me like I brought him back to life, just like he did for me before I ran.
“Come here.” I whisper, reaching out a hand for him to take; reassuring him that I want him, this, everything he has to offer me.
He gives me a tentative look and for once I see the vulnerability that being together can bring out in us. He’d perfected his craft of illusion long ago, but now I sense little of that mask.
August takes my hand in his and I tug lightly. He catches himself from falling completely on top of me and gently lowers his body onto mine in the most delightfully sensual way anyone could.
August POV
She’s looking at me in a way that’s going to destroy me from the inside out; like I’ve hung the sun that only shines for her, and all I want is to see that look every minute of every day until I’ve memorized it so well I see it in my sleep.
‘Come here,’ she says, and reaches out her delicate hand. Fuck, I remember those hands on my body, and I’m almost not sure I can handle it again. If I have her now, I will need her forever, and it’s terrifying how much I want it.
But I take her hand and let her pull my body on top of hers, and I kiss her because I have to. Because if I don’t, I will lose my damn mind. It’s a horrifying feeling that only her lips can relieve, and I drink in every second that she lets me savor this; that she lets me kiss her top lip and then her bottom; lets me delicately bite one.
And when she moans, dear god, when she moans, my whole body tenses with desire for her. I want to wrap myself around her and run my hands through her silky, Y/H/C waves. I want to tear her sweater off and slip her pants down, until she is bare for me and me only, so I can show her just how in love with her I really am.
I want to feel every inch of her and rediscover every dimple in her flesh, every freckle, and every tiny mole that even she doesn’t know she has. Every scratch, every scar, and that section of stretch marks that I once ran my fingers along before trailing the length of them with kisses, I want only to be for me.
No one else, right? I want to ask her. There’s no other man but me, is there? Please let there be no one else. But she loops her arms around my neck and tugs me closer like she wants me to sink into her so we can just be one, and my mind momentarily flies out the window. Other men or not, from now on she is mine.
Then she pulls away and I’m afraid I’ve suddenly scared her, desperately wracking my brain for what I could’ve done in a matter of seconds. But she takes in a deep breath and her Y/E/C eyes meet mine as my name is lucky enough to be a sigh that passes through her plump lips.
“August…” She says again, and I close my eyes, dipping my forehead down to hers. I inhale and exhale. I would wait a million years for any words she would be willing to give me. “I do love you.”
a/n — so here’s my august walker series! this took me too long to complete lmao,, lmk what you think and asks are open!! Y/F/N = your father’s name
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August ran his sweaty palms over his thighs. “You can do this. You can do this,” He repeated to himself as he was sitting on the driver’s seat of the car, the agent thought it was absurd how he was worrying so much about a date.
He’s been on missions and life-threatening situations but here is getting all nervous about going out with Y/N. Perhaps it was because she was such a fine woman? That she was unlike anyone he’s ever met? This would mark the fifth time they’d be going out together; he unexpectedly enjoyed every single one and he was left excited for the next time they’d spend time together.
Exiting the vehicle he walked the short distance to her front door and rang the doorbell. Running his hands through his hair — to make sure that not a single strand was out of place — he could feel himself loosening up when he heard her footsteps getting louder. And as the door opened he grinned at her once he took in her dress, “You look stunning.”
Closing and locking the door, Y/N stood beside him and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, “You clean up well, Henry.” He offered his arm for her to hold on to and she latched onto it, “Where are you taking me tonight?”
Opening the car door for her, he made sure she was comfortable before shutting the door and jogging over to the driver’s seat. As he started the engine of the car, he turned to her, “Thought we could go for dinner then perhaps a walk in the park.” Y/N was sitting sideways on the car so she was fully facing the man beside her, “This is different from our previous dates; any special reason for that?”
The man chuckled as one of his hands left the steering wheel and placed it on her thigh, stroking it lovingly, “I just thought it’s been a while since we enjoyed a meal.” The rest of the car ride to the restaurant was filled with conversation about how their week was and anything they could talk about.
“Such a gentleman,” Y/N teased Henry as he helped her slide in her seat. Once he sat down from the seat across from her he smirked as he lifted her hand to his lips, pecking it softly, “Well only for you, love.”
They were both sipping wine as they waited for their orders, “I’m loving the aura of this place so far; how have you heard about this place, Hen?” With slightly damp hands, he laid the napkin across his lap as he noticed their waiter brought their food, “Well I searched for romantic restaurants and this place was on top of the list.”
Pointedly looking at him, Y/N tasted her food before snickering at him, “Are you sure this isn’t where you take your date of the week?” The CIA Agent rolled his eyes playfully as he cut his steak, “Believe it or not there really isn’t that many women I’ve been with.” Part of him wasn’t really lying — in his bustling life as an active field agent he didn’t have time to take a woman out on dates, so he settled for one-night stands. But as he spent more time with the lovely woman across, he started to rethink about how he previously lived his life and somehow yearned to spend more time with her.
Both her hands carried the weight of her face as her chin rested against it, “That’s cheesy, but I have to admit it does sound sweet.” He looked at her to see how her features displayed adoration and despite his training he could not prevent himself from reflecting the same expression. “Then I bet you’re gonna have to get used to it, now won’t you, love?”
The dimly-lit surroundings made her skin glow — but August somehow sensed that it was more than the lights; it had something to do more with how she glowed because she was spending time with him. As they both were sharing desert, which really meant that August scooted his seat beside Y/N and fed her, the man could feel her shifting around.
“What are you moving around for, love?” Her nervous chuckle had him putting down the fork and turning to face her completely. Her small hand held his to ease her nervousness and the agent felt the butterflies in his stomach, which was something that never happened to him prior to their first meeting. “There’s just something I wanted to ask you, Hen.”
And that simple statement of hers had August’s heart pounding; he thought of the worst possible scenario that Y/N was made aware of his real intentions with her. “It’s just we’ve been seeing each other for a while now right?” The agent could feel himself relax partially with how she began her explanation, but now he could not focus on his earlier dilemma as his interest was piqued. “And this is our fifth date already; so it got me thinking about how maybe we can move on from here?”
It was unusual for August to feel disappointment and Y/N cringed at her own words when she saw how dejected the man beside her was at her poor choice of words. “No, shit. I’m sorry that’s not what I meant,” She began and now held both her hands, caressing his knuckles, “What I mean to say is,” August held his breath as the woman across him took a deep breath, “Will you be my boyfriend?”
Her hopeful smile was faltering each second August took too long to respond — she didn’t know about the internal struggle the man beside her had. “I mean, you don’t really need to say yes. But I don’t know, I just wanted to make us official.” His heart broke with how she loosened her grip on his hands. August couldn’t help himself to deny how much he loved being with her and that she was sunshine on his drought-filled life. He thought it was unfair for him to indulge himself and connect with her on a personal level; but the carnal instinct to be selfish overpowered any other feeling and logic, “I’d love to be your boyfriend, love.”
Y/N gasped into his lips as he pressed against hers firmly and passionately. Her hands cradled his cheeks while his hands found themself resting on her waist. Her smile reached her eyes once they pulled apart from each other, “I was so nervous you were gonna say no.”
Brushing a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, August mused, “How can I say no to being yours, love?” His line had her pursing her lips, trying to hold back from physically cooing with how smooth he was. “I hope you don’t mind being mine for quite a long time then?”
Her retort had August smirking, “Good one, love,” He placed a kiss on her forehead before taking a bite of their desert and grabbing another slice for her. She gracefully accepted and smiled at him sweetly. “Wanna get out of here and walk for a bit?”
“Let me at least pay the bill, love,” He booped her nose and she jokingly chased his finger, as she tempted him, “Why don’t we make a run for it?” Chuckling as he shook his head and asked the bill from the waiter, “Nice try, my little troublemaker.” And Y/N could feel herself swell with how he said she was his.
August leant her his coat when she noticed the night’s breeze made goosebumps rise on her skin, “Are you sure you didn’t plan to just steal my coat from me?” She giggled at his accusation, “Nope, but I do like the way you’re holding me.” He had an arm draped over her frame to ensure that she wasn’t getting any more cold. They both were walking around the near-empty park which allowed them to continue their conversation.
“How about I take you out again next week?” He asked when she shared what her schedule for the following week would be. Pursing her lips she teased him, “You taking me out almost every week is really what made me fall for you, you know?”
Chuckling a bit, he asked her again, “But seriously, can I?” She looked up at the starry sky pretending to think about it — which wore her boyfriend’s patience as he tickled her sides, eliciting giggles from her. “Stop it,” She managed to let out in between giggles and caught his hands with hers, “Okay we can go out next week!”
Genuinely delighted with that he pressed a quick kiss on her lips but before asking her when she was available she warned him, “I can’t go on Friday night though.” Deciding to sit down for a while, August ushered them to sit down at a nearby bench before inquiring, “Why? What do you have going on then?”
“My dad’s coming back from an out of town trip for work and said that he wanted to have dinner with me,” She explained as she rested her head against his shoulder. Here’s my opportunity, August thought to himself. Clearing his throat caused the girl to remove her head from where it comfortably rested on his shoulder and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, “What's wrong, Hen?” He was quick to massage the space between her brows to relax her and reassure her, “Nothing’s wrong, love. I was just wondering if maybe I can tag along when you dine with your father?”
Y/N couldn’t believe it; in her previous relationships and dates, they were always dreading to meet her family. It even came to a point where they'd do anything to avoid doing so. But this god of a man was more than willing to do so? And he wasn’t even cowering away at the thought of it?
“Are you sure? Are you sick?” She pressed the back of her palm against his neck and forehead, checking if his temperature was unusually high. Removing her hand from being pressed against his skin, he took her hand and placed a loving kiss on the back of her palms before clarifying, “I’m not, love. I just wanna thank the man who created such a fine woman.”
Smiling at him fondly, “Do you realize that with a quick tongue like yours can get you out of trouble?” Oh I do hope it can get me of trouble, August hoped. Wrapping an arm on her frame, he guided both of them to lean against the park bench as he responded, “Maybe it will, but this silver tongue will try its best to charm the father of my beautiful girlfriend.”
Pressing a kiss on his cheek before complying, “Well I can arrange that meeting then; I’d love to see the best you can come up with to charm him.” August was relieved with that; as much as he was relieved though he couldn’t help but have a moral conflict within him. His intentions on meeting with her father weren’t as pure as she thought, but it was something that he had to do.
“I really enjoyed tonight, Henry,” Y/N fondly confessed once they were parked out of her home. His calloused hand caressed her cheek, “So did I, love. So will we have dinner on your home next Friday?” Nuzzling her cheek against his hand for she loved the warmth his palm provided, “Yeah we’ll just eat here then.”
August then moved to exit the car so he could open up the car door for Y/N. He held out one of his hands to guide her, which she accepted. With their intertwined hands swinging as they walked to her front door, “Goodnight, boyfriend. Can’t wait to see you again.” Her use of the nickname had him widening his eyes and stammered with his words, “Goodnight, girlfriend.”
His hands placed themselves on her neck, pulling her close and locking their lips together for a passionate and amorous kiss. Opening her mouth, she welcomed his tongue and didn’t even bother to battle with him for dominance as she caved in easily, her arms circling against his broad shoulders. Planting a few small kisses before they broke apart and stared into each other’s eyes, “Now I really can’t wait to see you again.”
I’ll be meeting with Nick Roberts in a few. Dinner is scheduled at 6pm, have the team be here by 6:20.
August sent the text to Sloane, not bothering to wait for her reply as he tucked his phone into his jean pocket. Ringing the doorbell, he was not physically displaying any signs of nervousness. It wasn’t Y/N that opened the door for him, but her father. “Are you Henry?” He asked with a stern expression after taking a good look at the man. “Yes sir, that’s me.”
Breaking into a smile the man opened his arms and pulled the man outside, “Nice to meet you, son! It was about time my daughter found someone.” Taken aback, it took time for August to snap back and hug back Y/N’s father. “Dad! Stop embarrassing me!”
Her shout made the break out their hug, “My name’s Y/F/N, by the way.” The two men then walked inside the house. “Nice to meet you, sir. And I think it’s about time I found your daughter as well.” Y/N skipped her way to her boyfriend and hugged her tightly; this was the first time they’d seen each other after their previous date and she really missed him.
“Jesus, get a room you two. And son, call me Y/F/N,” He joked as he grabbed a bottle of beer; offering a bottle to his daughter’s boyfriend, to which he turned down. “Okay Y/F/N, can you both excuse me while I go to the bathroom?” Y/N nodded as she too untangled from their hug, “You know where it is, Hen; I’m gonna go check the food.”
As August locked the door of the bathroom he fished his phone out and opened the text from Sloane that read:
Team’s in position, at your signal we’ll come in.
Grabbing the collar of his shirt, he spoke to where the small microphone was, “Signal is we had such a great dinner last week. Do you copy?” He heard the voice through the earpiece he had, “Affirmative, we copy.” The Hammer nodded even though he couldn’t be seen; he took a few deep breaths before heading out of the bathroom.
Once he returned to the dining room, Y/F/N turned to him as he was speaking on the phone, “Has Perez found out about this yet?” August was reluctant when pointed towards the living room — indicating that he was willing to go there should he be interrupting something important — but what he overheard just confirmed his connections to an illegal drug and firearm trade. Shaking his free hand, Y/F/N told him there was no need to do so.
Sitting down on one of the dining chairs, he pretended to not tune in to his phone conversation but he really listened intently. “Well we need to get through this without his knowledge; I can’t afford to mess this up.” Though the topic or context of their exchange was unclear, it provided just the right lead for his mission.
“Here’s dinner!” Y/N happily cheered as she carried the casserole, placing it on the middle of the table. Y/F/N was quick to wrap up his phone call and it had August’s clench his jaw. “Sit beside me, Hen,” She patted the seat beside her and faked a stiff smile as he scooted over to her. “So how’d you two meet?”
Y/N giggled as she placed a serving on her boyfriend’s plate and hers before pushing the casserole to her father, “We met because he was my driving instructor.” Her father recalled that, “Oh yes, he was the one the school sent?” August nodded, involving himself in the conversation so as to not cause suspicion, “I was, and after her lessons were through I asked her out on date.”
Y/F/N smiled when he saw how giddy his daughter was, “And I can see how happy you’ve made her.” She agreed, “We’ve been going out for almost a month now, right Hen?” Internally, August let out a deep breath before he nodded before he dreadfully let out, “We had such a great dinner last week; didn’t we, love?”
Feet rushing in through the front and back doors were heard, “What the hell?” Y/N panicked as the dining room was suddenly invaded by men and women who had guns strapped to their belts and bullet proof vests. She was held back by two agents as was her father; but no one held back who she knew was Henry. “Y/F/N you are under arrest,” The agent read him his Miranda rights Y/N had tears running down her eyes as her father was calm and not resisting.
“Great job, Agent Walker,” Y/N whipped her head to the direction of the voice and saw that a woman was praising her boyfriend. “Agent Walker?” She whispered in disbelief as the man approached her and she took a step back once he stood in front of her. “Y/N, love I’m sorry,” He tried to touch her but she squirmed against the two agents’ hold.
“Let her go,” Walker, as she now knew, ordered the two and they did so. Her hand moved quicker than her brain and she slapped his cheek, “Who are you?” She yelled and looked over to where her father was being taken away, “Dad! Dad, wait!” August wrapped his arms around her middle, preventing her from following him to wherever he was being led to.
“You can’t go with him, Y/N,” He told her as she squirmed against his hold. “Let me go! Where are you taking him?” She questioned as she pulled against his hold; she would have loved having him close to her but now she just felt betrayed and couldn’t stand him. “I’ll answer your questions if you promise to settle down.”
She stopped struggling against him and he let go of her, turning her around to face him. “He’s gonna be detained. The least you can do is find him a lawyer to defend him.” Though it clarified a bit of her confusion, but she still had to ask, “So everything was a lie? You didn’t really like me and you only jumped at the chance to meet my father to arrest him?”
August had his mouth opened, but struggled to come up with a coherent answer; which just broke Y/N’s heart even more. “Just leave,” She sounded crushed with her shoulders slumped and face damp with her tears, “Just get out of here, Henry, or Walker. However the hell you are.” The selfish part of August wanted to stay here with her to guide her through the whole ordeal or even just hug here goodbye; but he knew better that doing none of them would be for the best.
Nodding his head at her, he ordered for the other agents to promptly leave the premises. They all followed him and headed out the door. Once alone in her house, Y/N shook her head and removed Henry, or Walker, from her mind and instead made herself productive. She cleaned up the casserole and cutlery, leaving them on the sink for her to wash later on.
Heading to her home office, she immediately searched on her laptop the best lawyers that could prove her father’s innocence. She also made an appointment to meet with her father so she could talk to him. As she was deep in her work, her phone chimed and she glared at the text message she received:
I’m really sorry, Y/N. I didn’t want to lie to you. Please give me a chance to explain?
Without even thinking about it, she deleted her entire text thread with him. But she didn’t stop there as she blocked his number and deleted all pictures she had with him or of him. Right now her top priority was her father and proving he wasn’t guilty.
A/N: So hello everyone! Yes, this is me starting yet another series. This is the first time I am public diving deep on August Walker because I have done it many times in the shadow of my own self. I don’t know exactly how many parts I am doing but there will be at least three so yay! I hope you enjoy this and comments and feedback are always welcomed loves.
The quiet British neighborhood in the suburbs was yours and August’s dream for retirement. A dog, kids, and a house with a backyard was your perfect vision for the future constantly delayed by August that insisted he was still yet to make the world a better place. All of these came crashing at you when August had the accident. He was desperate to keep you away from the madness and evil of the world. But he knew better. If that meant moving to the suburbs to keep you safe, August would without hesitation. So he did. One day he showed up at your apartment in London with a pair of keys and a keychain spelling “Walker’s” and the next day you were carrying boxes up the driveway of your new home. The beautiful white modern farm looking home is yours, it has a big backyard and is just down a beautiful street adorned with trees and equally beautiful tended gardens.
“I can already picture you teaching little Walker’s how to ride their bikes.” You said, knowing fully well you were teasing August.
You smiled when you earned a groan from the man carrying the boxes inside, smiling to yourself when he chose not to continue the topic even though he kept a smile hidden on his lips. You only brought your clothes and pieces of decoration you were attached to, making sure no clue was left behind in case someone was to find your apartment back in central London. You carried on making dinner while August finished unpacking your things. You had your back facing the kitchen door, making it easy for August to catch you unprepared while wrapping his arms around your waist.
"Hey, you…" you smiled, leaning back against his chest while you stirred the vegetables in the pan.
Your moment was interrupted by the knock on the front door. You and August both turned around instantly with your sharpened senses. He gave you a nod of affirmation and walked towards the door checking the camera before he opened it.
On the other side was a group of three women standing, dressed in a similar style. The neighbors. August took a deep breath trying to put on a nice show, rehearsing a smile before he put it on.
“Good afternoon.”
“Mr. Walker! It’s so nice to meet you. My name is Sophia, and these are your left neighbor, Alice and the one on the right, Camille. I live two houses away, right there.” The happily looking women pointed at the white fenced home.
August nodded and straightened his posture, feeling the eyes of the women burning through his clothing.
“Is there any chance Mrs. Walker is in there too? We wanted to invite you both for a barbecue, tomorrow. We do it every year. It will be nice to see you there.” Camille said, appearing to be the one with most reservations and sometimes bothered by the noisy character of Sophia.
You heard your name being called and chuckled to yourself, wondering how August was doing with the women. You cleaned your hands and showed up behind August, your hands slipping from his shoulders to his waist. He hated being the one being held, but he would always make an exception for you.
“Hello. It’s lovely to meet you. I’m Y/N Walker.” You smiled politely. August pressed his lips softly together, feeling like the attention were all on you, and he could not blame them.
After receiving the details of the barbecue tomorrow you closed the door and giggled seeing August walk away from the door with a groan leaving his lips knowing you would have a lot of fun with August playing the suburban husband.
