Warnings: This will include dark elements, abuse, trauma, neglect, kidnap, including non/dubcon. Please do not read if these elements or any dark elements make you uncomfortable.
Character: August Walker
Summary: a miserable situation is switched for another. (another wife-buying fiend)
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The smell of fear is pungent, laced into your sweat and that of the bodies around you. Your shoulders ache and your fingers throb. The binding at your wrists cuts into the skin as the blindfold chafes across your brow.
Several of you, you don't know how many, were taken from the larger warehouse to this new space. You don't know what it is. It's not as humid or pungent as before, though you feel just as grimy.
One of the women whimpers. Not for the first time. Footsteps, one set bare, the other thickly soled cross the room and the door slams. You flinch as yet another squeaks.
"Shut up," a man growls.
You keep your head down and twine your fingers together. The most you can do to protect yourself is be silent. You learned that real quick.
When you got there, with a group of maybe three others, one of them refused to be quiet. She screamed and barked at your captors. When the gagged her, she kicked at the walls until they dragged her out and brought her back days later. She didn't make any noise after that. She couldn't eat either. Not anything solid.
Soft sniffles come from one side of you. You haven't cried at all. As scared as you've been, it feels like that would only doom you what good is crying but to give you a headache; or worsen the one you already have from lack of sleep and food.
You sit and wait. That's all you ever do. Every couple of days, you're matched around between men across tarmac you can't see. You never leave the warehouse without your eyes covered and hands tied.
Trapped with you is that old life you don't think about. That quiet existence. You never bothered anyone. Never got in the way. You did all you could to keep to yourself. How could this happen to you?
The door opens again. You can tell the other woman didn't come back. The thick soles stomp around the room. The man whispers to another.
"...not too happy..."
You lock your elbows and close your eyes. You hold your breath as he marches around again. You sense him come close.
"Up," he nudges your leg with his boot.
You don't hesitate, though it isn't easy to get up. You lean forward and get onto your knees. You're dizzy from the suddenly rush of blood.
He grabs your elbow and forces you to your feet. He shoves you ahead. "Walk."
You walk. It's disorienting without your vision. You're pushed and pulled until you're through the door, then angled down the hallway you entered from.
You're stopped again. The man sighs and knocks. He doesn't wait for a response before opening the door. He sneers. "Forward."
You cautiously step ahead, three steps before your escorts grunt tells you to stop. You shiver, the sleep shirt you've been wearing for almost months exposing your thighs and arms. A set of steps approach you and you cower.
There's a noise. The click of a tongue behind teeth. You wince but don't make a sound as someone grabs your chin and turns your head back and forth. The large hand pushes your head up and a hot breath fans over you.
He lets go but grabs you again. Lower down. Two hands grope your chest and you clench your fist around a single finger.
He sniffs and grips your shoulder, spinning you. He clamps down on your waist, then your hips, then gropes your ass. You put your head down in shame. No matter if you want it to end, you can do nothing to stop it.
A rumbling growl makes you gulp. One hand trails up your back to your neck and pinches. The unseen man bends you over, his other hand moving to your hip again. He stands behind you as he squeezes.
There's a hum as he releases you. You stay bent, shaking. You can sense movement but don't react to it.
You're grabbed by your arm and forced uptight. Before you can prepare yourself, your lifted off your feet. You're stomach rests heavy on something thick; a shoulder.
Your accoster turns and your head swims. A hand grips you firmly on one hip, the other on your thigh. You squirm but quickly still yourself. Maybe they're taking you back... Does it matter?
You jostle with the motion of your carrier. Fear courses through you. This is different. You just know it.
You're taken blindly away. You know when you're outside by the warmth of the mid afternoon sunshine. It gives you little comfort.
Finally he stops. There's a click and your body swings of the shoulder. You land on something hard and then you're shut in.
You gasp, the first noise you've made in weeks. Maybe longer. You're great pounds as footsteps hit the tarmac.
The subtle shift then the whir in of an engine confirms your assumptions. You're on the trunk of a car. You bite down on a sob. The last time that happened, you were brought to this horrible place to be caged like cattle.
Title: Full Attention
Pairing: Dark!August Walker x Female Reader
Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+, Power Play, Degradation, Restraint, Overstimulation, dub con, spit (…in a mood)
Words: 277 words
A/N: Entry for January Jumble Scribbles @societynsoelsscribbles
Prompt: Jan 6th “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
Your wrists burned where he’d pinned them above your head, one of his large hands wrapped around both, holding you down like it was nothing.
Your back arched. Legs spread. His hips slammed into yours with a force that had the bedframe groaning and your breath catching in your throat.
“Don’t look away,” August warned, voice low and rough.
You turned your head, panting…eyes fluttering shut as the pressure built.
He didn’t like that.
His hand shifted from your wrists to your jaw, forcing your face back to his. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
You gasped as he shoved deeper, the blunt weight of him punching another cry from your lips. You didn’t dare close your eyes again.
“That’s better,” he growled. “Eyes on me while I use you.”
Your skin was slick, your thighs trembling, every nerve stretched tight and tingling. He filled you, possessed you, the agents pace relentless, your body already long past any edge of control.
“Thought you were a tough little thing,” he mocked, his breath hot against your cheek. “Where’s all that mouth now, huh?”
You whimpered, lips parting..but no words came. Just broken sounds and his name caught between moans.
He spat down on your chest, watching it drip between your breasts as he drove into you harder.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Say you like being used.”
“I like it,” you breathed, voice wrecked
“Yeah, you do,” he snarled. “So fucking pretty when you’re broken for me.”
His hand slid back to your throat, pinning you more.
You kept your eyes on him, even as they filled with tears.
Imagine Walter Marshall is your neighbour and he's very much interested in you. But what you don't know is that he has a twin brother August Walker, who is equally much interested in you.
The brothers decide to share you. One is possessive and the other one is obsessed!
You being navie don't know the truth. At times you feel Walter is not being himself but you don't know that it's, his brother August.
You confront him, but he just waves it off.
The brothers don't like you having male friends. All hell breaks loose when they see you going out on a date.
That's it, enough of hiding. They hatch a plan. Next thing you know, you are waking up in a secluded cabin on a giant bed.
You see Walter entering the bedroom, you smile in relief, but that quickly turns into a frown when you see a lookalike standing next to him. That's when you get to know about the Walter having a twin brother.
Everything makes sense, why at times you felt him behaving different. You want to go, but they hold you back.
Before you know it, both of them are claiming you. Taking over your senses and resistance. The possessiveness and obsessiveness driving you crazy.
WARNING/S: non-con, rape, loss of virginity, rough sex, rough vaginal sex, rough oral sex, rough anal sex, unprotected sex, multiple men, blood, assault, abuse, slavery, trauma, threats of forced prostitution, mentions of kidnapping/abduction, mentions of death, mentions or murder, mentions of injuries, mentions of suicide. If I’ve missed anything, please let me know.
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CH. 1 - THEIR REWARD
{54 BC}
Her heart pounds in her chest as she slowly walks down the hall towards the man she despises more than anything in this world.
Dominus Julius Fabius. Her owner. Her master.
She wishes she could stick him in the neck with a dagger and watch him bleed to death, just like all the men he condemns when he forces them into the arena.
He’s pure evil.
The kind of evil Orcus uses to make an example of. The God of punishment and the Underworld is going to have fun with her master when he passes into the afterlife.
She’s lost count of how long it’s been. Five years? Probably more, if she’s being honest with herself. She doesn’t even know who she is anymore.
Except her name.
Amina.
To everyone around her, she’s a thing. An object meant to do as she’s told. No exceptions.
She runs her finger along the cold iron bolted around her neck, her slave collar.
Thirty coins. That’s what he paid for her. She didn’t know you could put a price on someone’s life but that’s what hers was worth, thirty whole coins.
“There you are girl” he growls as he grabs her wrist tightly and drags her towards a door at the end of the hall “I’m in a right mind to give you a lashing for making me wait”
“I’m sorry, they… they wanted to make sure everything was perfect” she mumbles, keeping her eyes on the floor to help hide her tears as she recalls the looks of pity on the faces of the women who got her ready.
She knows they know what her Master’s plans are, and she suspects the reason they took so long was to keep her from her fate for as long as they possibly could.
“I don’t care. Those fighters in there won me a lot of denarii today. You’re going to let them do whatever they want to you. All. Night” her master tells her, getting so close to her she can feel his warm, vile breath across her face.
“I… I’ve never…” she stammers, her eyes going wide as she realises what he’s saying.
“I know. I know you’ve never laid with a man before, they checked you when I brought you. That’s why I chose you” he says, a smirk spreading across his face. “Maybe I should put you in the Lupanar and whore you out after they’ve broken you in. Gods know you’d make me a fortune”
It takes everything in her not to turn and run as fast as she can as she swallows down the bile rising in her throat.
It would be pointless though, there’s guards everywhere. She wouldn’t make it to the end of the hall before they caught her. She’d be guaranteed a lashing too, a public one at that. Just like Vesta.
“I mean it girl. You’re theirs tonight. I don’t care if it hurts… in fact, I want it to. A lot” he whispers, pulling out a small dagger and cutting one of the shoulders of her dress, exposing her breast.
He runs the dagger tip over her nipple, pressing it into the sensitive bud until it breaks the skin, making her let out a small whimper of pain.
“If you resist, or put up a fight, you’ll be punished, and it’ll be much worse than what they’re going to do” he growls before pushing her into the room.
She can’t help but flinch as the large wooden door is slammed in her face, the echo of the metal latch being closed ringing in her ears.
She just stands there, staring at it as she takes shuddery breaths.
She knows what’s about to happen. What she’s about to go through. And there’s nothing she can do about it.
She’s trapped.
Locked in a room with three blood covered fighters.
Their reward for winning their master 5000 coin.
She’s their prize.
“Turn around” a deep voice commands, making her jump.
She closes her eyes, praying to the Gods that she wakes up from this nightmare as she slowly turns around.
She sees the man the voice belongs to and her breath catches in her throat as she fights back tears.
He’s the one who killed her brother.
Champion gladiator August.
“Name” he growls, slowly approaching her with a look similar to the lions in the arena before they attack.
“Am… Amina” she stammers, stumbling back against the door as he towers over her.
She can smell death on him. The twang of iron, of blood. Was it her brothers?
Her stomach churns at the thought and she wants to be sick.
“Amina” he repeats “honest, faithful. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman”
Under any other circumstance she might have smiled and thanked him for his compliment, just like she was taught, but not this time. She just can’t.
“I like to know their names before I take what I want” he tells her with a smirk.
He remembers them, every name. All the women he’s taken this way. Amina’s the latest entry on his ever growing list.
He grabs her dress and tears it off her body, letting the fabric crumple to the floor.
She instinctively tries to cover herself, but he stops her, prying her hands away from her body before grasping her breasts and squeezing.
A grin spreads across his face as he continues to grope her, pinching and rolling her nipples tightly between his fingers, making her whimper in pain.
The noise makes him let out a low growl from deep in his chest and his eyes go dark, almost black.
Before she can fully register what’s happening, he grabs her by the back of her neck and yanks her towards the small table on the other side of the room, forcing her onto her back.
He takes her legs behind the knees and pushes them open, exposing her to not only him, but the other two men in the room who are now standing behind him and looking over his shoulder.
Her stomach churns as she stares at the ceiling, her face burning with embarrassment as she tries to think of anything to distract her from the way he’s inspecting her.
She bites back a whimper as he touches her, his fingers playing with her most intimate area before spreading it open.
He lets out a satisfied hum, a smirk spreading across his face when he sees she’s intact, just like their Master promised.
“I’ve never had a pure one before” he says, to no one in particular as he pinches the small bundle of nerves above her opening, making her gasp loudly.
“They’re my favourite. Oh, the noises they make” one of the other men says excitedly, much to August’s annoyance.
“She’s mine, Lloyd” he growls, glaring at the man before turning his attention back to her, really looking at her for the first time since she entered the room.
And as much as she tries to look away, to look anywhere but the face of the man that’s about to brutalise her, she can't. Her green, terror filled eyes just stare at him, transfixed.
He’s seen her eyes, and that look, before. He knows he has. There’s something so familiar about them and it takes him a minute to place it. The man he killed in the arena a mere hours before. Her brother.
“You’ve got his eyes” he tells her before turning his gaze back between her legs.
She’s so caught up in the flood of emotions at what he just said that she doesn’t notice his finger pushing into her until it’s too late.
She lets out a loud yelp at the sudden pain between her legs, her body instinctively trying to close her legs and move away from the beast of a man in front of her.
He lets out an angry growl and yanks her up by her arm, turning her around and bending her over the table with so much force all the air leaves her lungs when her chest makes contact with the wooden surface.
“Don’t move” he growls, kicking her legs apart with his feet.
She grips the edge of the table, so tightly her fingers hurt, as tears well in her eyes. She prays the talk of his stamina is wrong, that it will be over quickly.
But it won’t.
When he’s done with her, there’s two more waiting.
And they have her all night…
The sound of his armour dropping onto the ground behind her makes her heart pound.
It’s happening.
Right now.
She squeezes her eyes shut, trying her best to relax when she feels him prod at her again, but it doesn’t matter.
He snaps his hips forward and tears into her with force, pulling a scream of pain from her that makes him grin.
In all the beatings she’s gotten over the years, she’s never felt pain like this.
It’s like a searing hot poker being forced into her over and over as she’s split in two.
The tears in her eyes escape and spill onto the table as he thrusts into her, over and over and over again. It feels like the more she cries, the harder his thrusts become.
“Best one I’ve had yet” he grunts as he lays over her, pressing her against the table with his full body weight, and starts grinding into her, moaning loudly in her ear.
He’s enjoying this, getting pleasure out of hurting her. How can he not? He’s a sadistic bastard!
Little does she know she’s not the first woman he’s forced himself into. It’s the whole reason he’s stuck fighting in that gods forsaken arena in the first place. And unless he dies there, she won’t be the last.
“You’re mine now, gonna take you like this whenever I want” he pants, making her let out a loud sob at the thought of him doing this to her over and over.
It all becomes too much and her stomach churns as bile rises in her throat, burning it as she chokes and coughs it up.
His moans start becoming louder as he ruts into her hard, his hips slamming her body into the table over and over and over.
“Oh Gods!” he roars, moaning loudly as his hips stutter then still before he thrusts into her as hard as he can, filling her with a strange warmth.
He says something to her, but she doesn’t hear a word of it, unable to hear anything except the loud ringing in her ears.
She lets out a loud whimper as he pulls out of her before kneeling and pushing her legs wider, smirking at the blood mixed with his spend dripping out of her.
He catches some with his fingers and pushes them inside her, forcing it back into her as she lies on the table, her entire body shaking and twitching from shock as she takes shallow, gasping breaths.
“My turn” the second of the men says, all but pushing August out of the way before grasping her by her hair and pulling her to her feet, making her cry out.
He pushes her to her knees, making quick work of removing his armour as she glances behind him at August drinking wine from a goblet and sees the size of him for the first time, enough to make Priapus himself blush.
She looks back at the second man, terror spreading through her yet again as she comes face to face with his member.
She can’t tell if he’s bigger, but it doesn’t matter. He’s going to defile her the same way August did without a care for her.
He hooks his finger into her mouth and forces it open before pushing himself in until she starts to gag.
He holds onto the sides of her head and starts thrusting, hitting the back of her throat with each snap of his hips.
A smirk spreads across his face as he moves one of his hands to the back of her head and forces her down onto him, deep throating her.
He holds her there, moaning at the feeling of the muscles in her throat squeezing him as she chokes.
“We can’t kill her, Lloyd” August warns as she starts scratching at his legs, trying desperately to get air.
He lets out a growl as he pulls himself out of her mouth and slaps her hard across the face before grabbing it and pulling her to her feet.
“You’re going to pay for that” he hisses, manhandling her onto the small bed in the corner of the room.
He climbs on after her, roughly pulling her hips up and slamming into her from behind.
“Gods, I’ve not taken a woman this good in years” he moans, throwing his head back and gripping her hips tightly as he thrusts hard, spurred on by her cries.
“I wonder if her other hole’s just as good?” August says with a smirk, leaning against the table he just had her bent over.
“Let’s find out” Lloyd replies, spitting on her ass. He pulls out and lines himself up with her tiny puckered hole before pushing himself into her, moaning loudly at the muscles squeezing him tightly in an attempt to force him out.
She lets out a shriek of pain, her body going rigid as she tries, and fails, to get away from the man violating her in a way she didn’t think was possible.
He lets out an evil laugh and pushes her face into the bed as he starts thrusting, going out of his way to hurt her as much as he can.
The noises leaving him as he uses her body for his pleasure are burned into her mind as she prays to the Gods to take her and put an end to the indescribable pain coursing through her body.
He looks down at where he’s thrusting in and out of her and smirks proudly at the sight of blood.
“It’s even better” he grunts to August, gripping her hips so tightly his nails break her skin.
“I’ll have to try it next” August says, slowly stroking himself as he watches Lloyd pound into the woman at their mercy over and over again, moaning to himself at the sound of her cries.
Lloyd lifts her hips higher, thrusting as hard as he can into her at the new angle, turning her cries into screams with every snap of his hip.
He lets out a long moan, throwing his head back as he cums hard, filling her with the same strange warmth August did.
“Gods, I’m doing that again” he pants as he slowly pulls himself out of her bloody back passage before slapping her ass, making her yelp as she collapses into the bed.
“You’ll get your chance. It’s your turn, Nick” August says, getting the attention of the third man standing on the other side of the room.
Until now, he’s not paid much attention to the events happening in the small room, trying to drown out her cries and think of anything other than what he wants to do to her.
It’s wrong, he knows it’s wrong, but he doesn’t care. He wants her. And it’s his turn to take her.
He slowly walks towards her, removing his armour as he does before gently turning her over and climbing into the bed.
“No more… please” she begs quietly as he spreads her legs with his knees and settles between them.
Asking for mercy is useless, she knows that. All she is to them is an object to seek pleasure from, to defile.
The only thing she can do is close her eyes and brace herself for the pain as he slowly pushes in, a long moan leaving him as he fills her.
But when he starts to move, the pain doesn't come.
She opens her eyes and stares at him, confused, and scared, by what she's feeling.
Why doesn’t it hurt?
Why is it so different?
Why does it feel… nice?
“Gods” she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut as he starts to speed up, letting out a moan that drowns out the one that slips past her lips.
She has no idea what he’s doing differently to August and Lloyd but she prays he keeps doing it because it feels good, amazing even.
Her mind races as she tries to understand what’s happening. Why does she feel bad, so embarrassed and ashamed, when what’s happening right now feels so good?
He moves his hips faster, harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as he gropes one of her breasts before pinching her nipple hard, pulling another moan from her.
He slowly glides his hand up her chest to around her neck, squeezing the sides. The sudden restriction of air makes her panic and start clawing at his hands, making him squeeze even more.
Her eyes roll back as a weird pressure builds between her legs, making whatever he’s doing to her feel even better.
It suddenly breaks, making her moan loudly as a pleasant burning sensation washes over her, before everything goes black…
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Pairing: StepDad!August Walker x StepDaughter!Reader
Summary: August Walker and your father were once friends. One mission, a single decision, made them enemies. August decides he needs to get his revenge. And what better way, than to become your new Daddy? {DARK FIC}
Apparently I’m on a Henry Cavill kick. This one is dark and has some Daddy kink in it so steer clear if that’s not your thing. It’s rough and could be interpreted as dubcon. Fair warning to anyone who finds that triggering. I understand that this fic might not be everyone’s thing.
Dark August Walker x reader (written inclusively)
Word Count: 1,496
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI. Smut, Dub con, Daddy kink, degradation, female masturbation, p in v, anal, spanking, sub/dom
You promised you wouldn’t-- it was a rule after all-- but as you scrolled through your camera roll, you felt your body ignite with desire. Picture after picture of August’s behemoth cock, sent to you from afar with a promise of destroying you when he returned. You had waited 10 days, 10 LONG days, but were near breaking. If August ever found out he’d be livid. You weren’t to touch yourself in his absence-- Daddy didn’t like that-- but he would never know.
You settled into the bed, shimmying your panties off and removing your t-shirt, your breasts already free from a bra (that was another rule, no bras in the house). You started rubbing your tender clit in small circles with your manicured finger. It was achey from throbbing and the pressure was an instant release. It only took moments for familiar pressure to build but you were desperate to be filled. You kept a dildo, one that reminded you of August, tucked under the corner of the mattress but never actually used it. It was one thing to touch yourself while he was away, it was another thing entirely for anyone- or anything- to fill you up while he was gone. You shuddered at imagining his reaction if he ever found out.
You reached for the dildo with trepidation, almost pausing to return it to its hiding spot but you were nearly whimpering with need. Against your better judgement, you slide the dildo into your weeping hole, clenching it instantly and imagining August. You find a rhythm, one you’d been craving since the moment he walked out the door ten days ago, as your face grows flushed and you begin to make a mess on the bed.
August was meant to return in 3 more days but he cut the trip short when his business contact proved to be useless. He had duties at home and grew frustrated at the fruitless trip. His blood was near boiling by the time his long plane ride concluded and he wearily climbed the front steps to the immense home where he kept his princess.
It was instant. The familiar sound of your moan from upstairs. His eyes shoot to the stairs and the tips of ears grow flame red with rage. This was forbidden - his princess touching herself in his absence. After that fucking useless trip. After that fucking long flight. He comes home to find disobedience. He drops his bags where he’s standing and makes for the stairs, a controlled and menacing march. He hears it again - the whimpers and moans tumbling from your lips. Those were his to claim and his alone. As he climbs the steps, is rage grows exponentially, his jaw clenched and his lips contorted into a snarl. He unbuckles his belt as he takes the steps and frees his cock, hard with menace, straining painfully against his trousers. His pace continues unaltered as he reaches the top floor and rounds the corner to the bedroom.
You’re splayed out on the bed, legs spread wide, your wetness covering your slit when he sees it-- the dildo, stuffing your whole and spearing you deep and something within him snaps. His mind goes black as he’s consumed with a cocktail of unbridled fury and menacing lust.
In three strides he’s in front of you, your eyes still closed in ecstasy, as he yanks the dildo from your hole and hurls it across the room, shattering the bedside lamp. Your eyes pop open in terror, your heart racing at the sight of him and the absence in your core instant.
“Aug -” you begin but with near instant speed he slams his steel cock into you. You gasp for breath at his depth, his rage stunningly apparent. August did everything with anger, this wasn’t new, but this time there was a haunting blackness in his eyes, a primal rage you hadn’t known before. He pummels you mercilessly with a force that feels unsustainable. Every thrust is a ram up the length of the bed, your tits slamming hard up your body and a bruise blooming on your ass as he slams it with his form. Your slit stings, his deepness tearing new space with every thrust. Tears prick in your eyes - fear and pain flooding you, competing for your attention with your growing arousal.
“Daddy I’m sorry,” you weep, your body being wrecked with his savagery.
“You’ll learn your lesson,” he grunts, his movements undeterred. He leans the weight of his form deeper onto your prone body, folding your body in half so that your calves nearly rest beside your ears on either side. His angle is so deep you feel the sting in the pit of your core, almost a tugging sensation each time he thrusts, intent on destruction. Your tears flow in earnest but you receive your punishment -- your safe word floating in the back of your mind but never crossing your lips.
His pace quickens, bucking into you with abandon, smashing his body above yours and constricting your breath. You feel it nearing, the first time an impending orgasm frightened you. The tightening in your core felt new - a terrifying sense of release clawing at you.
“Daddy,” you moan, tears still streaming down your cheeks.
“Cum now slut. Fucking cum like the slut you are,“ he growls, the words nearly spat in your face. You obey the order, letting out a primal scream as an orgasm crashes through you, your body convulsing and bucking beneath him. You squirt, the force of it nearly forcing his shaft from your cavern but he only continues with more rage.
“Daddy please,” you manage to choke out, convulsing, his cock feeling too thick in your hole. You’ve hit overstimulation, desperate for him to slow his pace.
“I’ll stop when I’m done,” he snarls without compassion. He briefly pulls his cock from your slit and grabs your hips to flip you face down. He yanks your ass in the air and enters you from behind in one swift movement. He pumps savagely three times and again withdraws. You feel the searing sting of his slap as he spanks your ass. He enters agains and rams three times, the force nearly knocking you forward. Again he withdraws and spanks your ass, already red and aching. He repeats this pattern 5 times, his cock only growing harder with every repetition.
He withdraws again and teases your puckered hole with the tip of his engorged cock. You gasp when you realize his intentions. “Daddy no,” you whimper, turning your head to watch him. You feared his savagery in your tightest hole. August commonly liked to fuck your ass but never when he was fueled by rage, an absence behind his eyes.
“You want to be a slut, so you’ll take it like a slut,” he grunts as he presses deeply to enter you. The sting is immediate, his thickness punching you in your core, deeper than he’d ever been. Despite the sting, you feel an immense sense of pleasure as his cock massages your walls from his unconventional angle. The tightness of your hole is nearly strangling him, bringing him close to climax. He turns savage at the impending release, gripping the swell of your ass tightly and ramming so violently that you cum again, trembling so unstoppably that you collapse flat onto the bed as he finishes his work. Sweat drips from him as he works your hole, barely gaining movement in the tightness until he release a thick stream of his seed into you.
He stops, his cock still buried in you, the sound of your mutual panting the only thing filling the room. The smell of sex hangs in the air. He grips cock by the base and glides it out of your hole, his sticky cum following the trail. You feel the edge of the bed sink as he sits and hauls your form like a ragdoll over the expanse of his thighs. He lands a stinging blow on your tender ass, stickiness covering his hand and he returns for another slap. Your sniffles return as he completes ten brutal slaps to your tender cheeks, each one landing with a grunt.
Once he’s finished, he collects you upright in his lap and brushes the hair out of your sweat and tear-stained face. He holds your head to his chest and rocks slightly back and forth, his form still stiff with residual rage. “Why did Daddy punish you?” he asks, his voice contained but with less of the darkness than before.
“Because I broke the rules” you say, barely above a whisper.
“Because you broke the rules,” he confirms with barely any tenderness. His hand slips low, landing between your legs and cupping your center with propriety. “This pussy belongs to Daddy. Only Daddy. You understand that now?” he asks. You nod your head silently. He kisses the top of your head. “Good, don’t make Daddy angry again.”
Being raised in pain and horror, trained to be a weapon, you never let yourself be vulnerable. You never took your guards down in front of anyone.
Until you met him, Agent Walker.
It was supposed to be just a regular mission, taking down someone for the money and the thrills.
Your mission was a success. However it end up in blood, sex, and again, more blood.
A/N.
DARK AU (I mean it’s August), SMUT (only +18), mention of blood and harming someone. Mention of firearms. Swearing.
So, I watched Mission Impossible: Fallout and I had thoughts.. a lot of them 😏. As always, thank you very much for reading! Don’t hesitate to leave your thoughts, comments, and feedback. Also, I know I have a lot of asks and requests in my inbox, I’m not ignoring them. I will try to reply as soon as possible. hank you so much for your comments though 💖!! Thank you! 💖💖
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Standing on the Berlin's street sidewalk, you watched him straddling his bike, without another glance in your direction.
Sighing you crossed your arms on your chest, ignoring the pain and hurt forming inside your stomach. You didn't turn your eyes away from his frame. You didn't turn them away when he started his engine, pushing the gas up and moving his bike forward into the city's road, his motorcycle passing through the other cars.
August J. Walker was your pain in the ass, you haven't killed. Yet.
Commanding. Law-abiding. Powerful. And unfairly gorgeous. Face and body of a Greek God.
You watched him go until he became a spot in your vision driving far away from you.
His worst nightmare.
You spend two days together because of an anarchist prick you both had been ordered to kill. His directive was coming from the CIA. Yours? Well, you didn't know and didn't care. You did your job to nurture this impertinent desire for destruction and power you felt every time another person was behind the barrel of your gun. It was everything you wanted since you were old enough to understand human emotions.
Until you met August J. Walker.
Biting your lower lip, you stood on your tiptoes trying to look for the shiny black bike on the horizon but traffic grew dense and thick and loud in the busy streets. Groaning, you put the sole of your feet back on the concrete of the pavement, making a face.
This is stupid!
You thought pushing your hands down inside your jacket's pockets.
He's just a guy. An agent for the USA government. The personal Hammer of the President. What good would come from this?!
Turning on your heels and closing your eyes, you started to push away any thoughts of the dark-haired man putting your focus and your energy toward a brighter and shiny thing. Like the Gucci shop who stood a couple of meters away. Maybe a new outfit will do the trick. You were about to take a step but at the last moment, you turned on your heels for a last hope.
Only to be surprise by his sea-blue eyes watching you with amusement.
Startled you take a step back as you face each other. Seating on his bike parked a few meters away from you, August tilted his head to the side, waiting.
Son of a Bitch! You didn't hear the guy.
" You know it's rude to gawk at a lady. " You cried out, pushing your mixing and uncertain feelings down.
You won't give him this satisfaction. You smiled, slightly narrowing your eyes, walking slowly toward him.
" We both know that you are no lady, Y/N. "
" Well, I could be! " You exclaimed in a heavy British accent, acting offended.
That was your cover that August had blown up to your target two days ago. Which pushed you to make the hard decision to fire at him with your gun.
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He turned his head left watching civilians walking around, enjoying the small rays of sunshine emerging through the heavy clouds. Bracing his hand on his thighs, knowing well that you were looking at his unsheathed frame. You had fired but this handsomely idiot didn't get injured once. Sighing, the dark-haired man turned his eyes to the right.
Awaiting.
Licking your lips, you spared a glance behind you to the luxurious shopping area.
You could choose the sensible solution and turned back. Spending money on beautiful and expensive clothes. Then, have lunch at the super private and exclusive Time Raue restaurant. And, enjoying a nice nap in first class on your trip back to your home in Rome. That would be the sensible, and responsible thing to do.
However, when you straddled the bike behind August, hugging him from behind. Hiding, you pressed your face against his shoulder, smelling his intoxicating scent. You knew that you made the most insane choice in your life.
Hanging out with the good guy even though you never were on on the right side of the law, ever.
You sense rather than see his smile on his lips.
" You sure? " The dark-haired man asked softly grasping back the hands clutch.
" No. " You whispered pushing your cheek on his tone back, gripping him more tightly around his stomach.
" Alright, then. "
You put your foot on the footrest while he started once again the engine, turning the bike before making his way into Berlin's heavy traffic, sliding through cars and other heavy vehicles. You closed your eyes, enjoying the wind on your face.
Enjoying the feeling of his body against yours.
°°°
" Does the CIA pay you with buttons? " You inquired touching the cheap material of the bedsheets wincing at the rough touch.
It was a small hotel room where high-tech equipments were lying around, opened on tables and the floor. You watched carefully the bed then took a glance at the furniture. Maybe cataloging every piece of IT supplies August Walker could use during a mission could be useful in the future. Watching carefully everything he brought not for satisfying your curiosity but for your job.
" It can be useful to blend in when you are undercover. " The blue-eyed man sighed putting his keys on the small table next to the bed. " Normal people earning normal wages don't do go to lavish hotel . " He smiles faintly looking at you up and down.
" I have luxurious taste " You shrugged taking hold of a lighter with the flag of Germany on it.
You watched it, analyzing every details of the drawing as he put the light of the room on. The rain had started to pour as you entered the seedy Hotel. Casting a gloomy glow on the city. You pushed the lighter inside your pocket before walking toward the table at the center of the room.
" Put it back. " August ordered, annoyed as he switched the TV on.
" Sentimental? " You asked raising an eyebrow and looking at him above your shoulder. " I didn't know The Hammer was the kind of tourist who love buying touristic regalia. " You smiled.
" I don't want to enable your kleptomaniac tendency. " He answered without taking his eyes off the screen.
Browsing on channels, August stopped on the BBC. He threw the remote on the bed before he started to pack his stuff.
You watched every piece of thing, but only found IT equipment, classified documents, and primary necessities.
An airport brand water bottle?
All his personal space was filled with generic stuff. Maybe some important information about the CIA agency and their outline purpose by sending one of the best agents on this case. But these pieces of information didn't interest your employer. Not even you. Nothing here felt like a personal object of August J. Walker.
Nothing except the lighter.
" Did you call them? " You asked pushing a computer around to look at the files underneath. Classified. Not interesting.
" Call who? " He replied putting several handguns into a black and large suitcase.
Kneeling on the floor, August closed back the case before raising his eyes to look at you. You arched an eyebrow, tilting your head to the side.
" No. " He sighed, pushing away the heavy bag and reaching for the document under the bed. " I would like to handle you, personally. "
" I'm touch. " You beamed, surprised, and a bit confused by his choices.
Turning your back to him you walked toward the plump armchair, grimacing at the sight before seating on it, with caution. " As one of the ten most wanted assassin being researched by your little company, it means a lot to me. " You reminded him touching lightly the tiny dark spots on the violet fabric.
" Don't get too comfortable. I plan to hand you to them at some point. " He grunted loading a case above another one.
" I will be long gone before you choose to do so. " You stopped counting the dot on the chair before growing depressed at the thought.
" Don't count on it. "
Feeling watched you raised your eyes only to meet August's blue ones. Crossing his arms on his chest, you scowled at him.
" We must speak about last night. "
" I don't want to. " You rebuked him standing up before making steps to the window in the far corner of the room.
" The man who stopped us…"
" I didn't know him. " You interrupted him sliding the curtains aside to look through the glass.
Growing tense and uneasy, you started to wonder if you chose right between a day in town with the rain or being interrogated by a CIA agent in a shitty hotel room.
" His number one on our most-wanted list, Y/N. " August continued his voice growing loud. You sensed him walking toward you. " And you know him. "
" I don't. " You lied though your teeth watching passerby running to avoid the rain. Others were walking, shielded by their umbrellas.
Heavy clouds were darkening the sky turning the nice July afternoon into a cold winter night. You felt him stop behind you.
" Why are you lying. "
" Who says I'm lying. " You sighed glancing at him above your shoulder. " Stop looking at me like that, M. Serious. I'm not gonna tell you anything. "
Stroking his eyes, August nodded his eyes quickly, muttering words under his breath.
" I'm gonna take a shower. " The dark-haired man said, without another glance in your direction.
You turned around to watch him go behind the wooden door at the back of the room.
At the end of the day, August J. Walker was still a prominent agent of the CIA. And even though, something was happening between you, he wouldn't let any chance go away to do his job.
You watched him disappear closing the door behind his back.
Was it the reason he proposed a ride to his hotel room? To interrogate you on some acquaintances you tried to forget to have ever meet.
Biting your lower lip, you shook your head. Maybe it was his idea behind his proposition but not yours.
The tension that has been built between you and this man for the last two days led you here.
And you were sure to enjoy every last minute.
°°°
A heavy mist was clogged on the bathroom mirror as you opened the door. Turning his head around, he paused, meeting your eyes through the mist, water, and the glass of the shower.
August didn't drop his eyes as you walked to reach him. He didn't drop them as you stepped, entirely naked, inside the shower stall next to him.
Darker blue, his pupils were dilated. He started to breathe heavily while goosebumps appeared on his skin. Shivering, the dark-haired man took a step back to make you some space under the jet.
Closing your eyes, you tilted your head back as you felt the hot water cascading on your naked form. You could feel his sight on you drinking every pieces of your skin. Opening your eyes, you looked back at him and was shot with a pressure of need and desire as you saw his dark gaze filled with lust on you.
Licking his lips, August leaned his back toward the shower wall, his well-defined muscles glistening with water. You wouldn't let your gaze drop further down. You wouldn't give him this satisfaction.
" Touch yourself. " His deep voice echoed through the bathroom stall. His breath was shallow and low.
" I thought you would be the one to do it. " You pouted slightly, pushing back your hair off your eyes.
" In a minute. " He whispered back, his voice was a low growl. " I need to see you. "
You bite your lower lip, cocking your head to the side while your hands rose slowly to your chest. Stroking gently your skin, you took your hard nipple between your fingers, his hungry gaze watching the seductive movement of your hands.
" Don't make me beg. " You murmured, with heated emotions.
As quickly as the words left your mouth, August lunged for you, hiding his head against your breast. You sighed feeling his hot breath on you, pressing open mouth kisses against your breast. You let your hands wander through his wet hair.
" Y/N. " The Agent deeply moaned sliding his arms around your waist, pushing your body against his naked one. He whimpered when your skins touch, the tip of his cock pressed against your hip. " Fuck it. " He grunted through gritted teeth.
August pushed you against the shower wall. Hot water poured above your heads, making everything wet and hot. You gasped pushing your head against the wall of glass behind you, closing your eyes hard, feeling the sweet and slippery sensation between your legs. Bitting your nipples, his hands were caressing your wet skin slowly before sliding his fingers down.
" I need…" You moaned opening your eyes to meet his dark ones. His lips still on your breast, you gasped as his other hand start to tenderly stroke your clit.
" Tell me. " August urged you, hot breath against your skin. Leaning his head to yours, your lips were inches away from each other. " What do you need? " He inquired, quickening the pace of his fingers on your clit.
" You. " You whimpered removing any spaces between your lips, pressing your mouth hard on his own.
You reached for his dick while seeking entrance into his mouth. Hooking your legs around his hips, holding unto him with one hand on his neck, you guided him forward with your other one. Teasing his hard shaft with your fingers. Heat and want were coursing through your veins making everything exquisite.
" That's it, sweetheart. " August moaned against your lips. " Put it in. " He added in a whisper.
He moved his hand away, holding you tightly against his body, his fingers piercing your waist. You tilted your head to the side pressing kisses and bites against his neck as he sunk inside you. Slowly. Filling you up. A deep groan escaped the agent's lips. He felt nice and long inside you. You sucked his skin, biting back your whimpers.
" You feel s'wet and good around me. " He panted his grasp on you growing tight on your skin. " Bad girl has the sweetest pussy for me to fill. " The dark-haired man purred rolling his hips against you, quickening his pace.
Each time he slammed into you, you felt him touching the sweet spot, building the beautiful sensation inside your pussy. His words made everything hot and sinful. You arched your back against the wall, moaning, digging your nails on his skin. He teased you with the tip of his dick on your slippery clit, stroking, before thrusting hard inside your bode. Again. And, again. Hot water pouring above your heads filled the room with steam.
" Open your mouth. " He ordered you, before swearing his voice low, grinding his hips against you.
You did. You opened your eyes as well. August's dark eyes met yours as he put a quick kiss against your lips before raising his hand to press his thumb against your tongue. You sucked on it, whimpering, your lips close around his finger.
" Fuck, you're so beautiful. "
Freeing his thumb from your mouth, he slid it down quickly to reach your clit. Stroking you quickly. And, then it happened so fast. Your orgasm erupted inside your pussy making you shake against him panting his name while the brillant sensation made you see stars.
" No. " August cried out, rolling his hips. " Open your eyes. Watch me. "
Tired and still trembling against the shower wall, you looked at him through your eyelids. Teeth biting down his lower lip, August groans grew louder, his hips jerked against you, filling you up as he reached his climax.
You moved your arms around his neck pushing your forehead against his.
Breathing hard, you licked your wet lips feeling the water becoming colder.
" We should get out. " You said, your voice rasped, you felt suddenly tired. Beautifully tired and satisfy.
" Just a minute. " He answered, his cock was growing soft inside you. " I don't want any drop out of you. " You yawned leaning your head against the crook of his neck. " I will take care of you. " August continued putting a soft kiss on your cheek.
Your eyes were getting heavy with exhaustion feeling content. August was holding you tight against his hard and huge body, kissing your forehead.
You started to close your eyes, tiredness sinking into you, until a sharp pain erupted at your side, jolting you wild awake.
You opened your eyes biting back your cry. You looked down, confused. Blood. So much blood under the pale silver band of the knife mixing slowly with the cold water of the shower.
Panting from pain, you shook your head, bewildered and feeling a little lightheaded, raising your eyes, you only saw red.
" No hard feelings love. " Agent Walker cocked his head to the side, thrusting the knife harder under your skin, pushing himself away from you, you winced trembling. A dark smile appeared on his mouth. "I told you, I will handle you, personally. "
