(Only did August and Lenny... sorry Knocker fans. He's just staring. Though I do think it'd be funny if he started to either build up or break down the tower, lol)
the mfts’ locker room was always loud, banter, music, the low hum of post-match adrenaline. tonight, though, the energy shifted the second you stepped inside.
you had only meant to drop off solo’s custom towel, fresh from laundry, and a folder of backstage paperwork the four of them had been asking for. but as soon as the door swung shut behind you, you felt the weight of every gaze in the room.
jc was the first to move, pushing off the bench and taking the folder from your hands with a slow, deliberate smirk. "you’re always runnin’ around for us, huh?" his tone was teasing, but his eyes dragged over you like he was measuring something more.
talla and tonga were on either side before you could answer, tall, broad walls of heat and presence. talla’s palm brushed your lower back, guiding you a half step closer to them. tonga tipped his chin down, looking you over with an unreadable expression.
"you even realise what you’ve been doing?" tonga asked, voice low and smooth. "all this work, all this loyalty"
you swallowed, your pulse stuttering when talla leaned close enough for his breath to ghost over your ear. "you’ve been acting like you belong to us already."
the words settled heavy in your chest. before you could form a response, solo’s voice cut through from across the room.
"come here."
he was seated at the far end of the bench, elbows resting casually on his knees, watching you like he’d been waiting for this moment. the others stepped back just enough to let you through.
your feet moved without thinking until you were standing in front of him. his gaze didn’t waver as he reached up, hooking two fingers under your chin to tilt your face toward his.
"you’ve been putting in work for the mfts" solo said evenly, though his tone carried a weight that made your stomach flip. "we take care of what’s ours. but if you’re gonna be ours" his thumb traced along your jaw, slow and deliberate. "there’s gonna be no doubt about it."
behind you, jc chuckled low. talla and tonga murmured something you couldn’t catch, but the way they were looking at you made your cheeks heat.
solo’s eyes locked on yours, unreadable and steady. "you want to keep running with us, you’ll wear my mark. my collar. everyone will know who you belong to."
your breath caught. the room felt smaller, hotter.
"think about it" he said, finally releasing your chin. "next time we see you, i expect an answer."
the others grinned like they already knew what it would be.
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the next night, you were told to meet them in a hotel suite at the end of the hall. you almost didn’t knock, the sound of deep voices and low laughter on the other side made your stomach twist, but you did, softly.
"come in."
solo’s voice.
the room was dim, lit by a single warm lamp in the corner. jc leaned against the wall near the door, arms crossed, a lazy smirk on his face. talla was sitting on a bench, massive hands braced on his knees. tonga loa stood near solo’s chair.
solo sat in it like a king. and in his hand, was a collar. black leather, simple, but with a polished silver ring at the centre that caught the light.
"close the door" he said.
you did, the click of the latch sounding far louder than it should have.
solo beckoned you forward with two fingers. "kneel."
your heart hammered, but you obeyed, sinking down in front of him. the men’s presence surrounded you, jc’s low chuckle, talla’s slow exhale, tonga’s boots shifting on the floor.
solo’s gaze never left yours as he held the collar up. "this isn’t just for show. you wear this, you belong to me. to us. everyone who sees it will know."
you swallowed, your voice small. "i want it."
"say it properly."
your cheeks burned. "i want to belong to you, solo. to all of you."
a rumble of satisfaction went through the group. jc muttered, "that’s a good girl."
solo leaned forward, his big hands surprisingly gentle as he wrapped the collar around your neck. the leather was cool at first, then warm as it settled against your skin. he buckled it tight, not choking, but snug enough that you’d never forget it was there.
when he sat back, he tugged lightly at the silver ring, forcing you to tilt your head up to him. "looks perfect" he murmured, eyes dark.
talla stood and moved closer, his shadow falling over you. "turn" he said, and when you obeyed, he slid a thick hand over your shoulder, fingers brushing the edge of the leather. "she’s really ours now."
tonga crouched beside you, grinning slow. "and everyone will see it. especially when solo takes you out there wearing this."
jc pushed off the wall and came behind you, fingers curling briefly in your hair before giving it a playful tug. "better get used to the attention, sweetheart."
solo’s hand came up again, fingers hooking the ring and pulling you forward until your knees bumped his. "you’ll get used to a lot of things" he said, voice low and final. "starting tonight."
the other three’s approving murmurs told you exactly what that meant.
the collar was still fresh against your throat, the leather warming to your skin. solo hadn’t let you stand since he put it on, keeping you on your knees at his feet like you were part of the furniture.
the others circled. watching.
solo’s hand gripped the silver ring at the front of your collar, pulling your face up to his. "remember" he said slowly, "you’re mine first. everything they do to you tonight happens because i allow it."
"yes, solo" you whispered.
"good." he leaned back, one thick thigh spreading wide, his presence daring you to disobey as he turned to the others "show her what being owned means"
you felt movement around you, and then talla was behind you, his big hands sliding down your arms to hold you still. his chest pressed to your back, heat radiating through you. jc knelt in front of you, a smirk on his lips as his fingers brushed your jaw, tilting your head.
"look at her" jc said to solo, thumb stroking over your lip. "already soft for us."
"only because i made her that way" solo replied, voice edged with pride.
tonga moved in next, crouching to your side, his gaze dragging over you like he was cataloging every inch. "bet she gets wetter every time you pull on that collar."
"test it" solo said simply.
tonga hooked a finger into the ring and gave a sharp tug. your breath hitched, not just from the pull, but from the way solo’s eyes burned into you as he watched.
"she likes it" tonga grinned.
solo’s hand came down to your hair, fingers curling tight at the roots. "of course she does. she was meant for this."
then his tone shifted, sharper, commanding. "on the bed. all of you, keep her where i can see her face."
they guided you to the mattress, talla’s hands steady and firm, jc’s teasing touches making your skin prickle, tonga trailing just close enough to make you aware of him. you ended up on your back, collar glinting in the low light, solo standing at the foot of the bed like a general surveying his soldiers.
"you’ll take every one of them the way i tell you" solo said, voice calm but leaving no room for doubt. "and you’ll thank me for giving you to them."
your pulse thundered as the men closed in, each waiting for solo’s nod before touching you, proving in every movement who truly owned you.
and the whole time, solo never looked away from you. the collar wasn’t just leather now, it was a promise.
the bed dipped under their weight, heat and size closing in until you felt caged. but your focus was locked on solo at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over his chest, eyes fixed on you like you were prey he’d trapped.
"jc first" he ordered. "she’s already wound tight. i want her begging before the rest of you touch her."
jc’s smirk widened as he settled between your thighs, hands sliding up your legs. he glanced up at solo, waiting for the nod before letting his fingers find you. the first press had you gasping, back arching, and you felt the collar shift against your throat as you moved.
"keep her still" solo told talla.
the big man came to your side, one hand braced on your shoulder, the other cupping your jaw to keep you facing forward. "eyes on him" talla murmured in your ear.
jc’s mouth replaced his fingers, tongue dragging slow before sucking hard enough to make your legs tremble. solo didn’t blink, didn’t move, just watched your face as you tried to keep eye contact with him while jc worked you over.
"enough" solo said suddenly.
jc sat back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied glint in his eyes.
"tonga" solo commanded, jerking his chin. "give her something to hold on to."
tonga’s big frame loomed over you as he knelt behind your head, slipping his cock to your lips. you opened without hesitation, taking him in as far as you could. his groan rumbled through him, but your eyes stayed on solo, just like talla kept reminding you.
"that’s it, princess" solo said, voice low and dangerous. "show me how good you are at following orders."
talla’s hands moved to your hips now, holding you steady as solo gave the next instruction,
"now talla. fill her. i want her stuffed from both ends before i even touch her."
talla moved into position, and the bed shook when he pushed into you, slow at first, then deeper, until you felt split open. tonga’s grip in your hair tightened, holding you in place while talla’s thrusts matched the pounding of your heart.
jc watched from the side, stroking himself idly, clearly waiting for his next turn.
solo stepped closer, his shadow falling over you, and hooked his finger in the collar again. "look at me" he said. "remember who let this happen."
your muffled whimper vibrated around tonga, talla groaning as he drove into you harder at the sound.
"don’t finish until i say" solo told them all. "she’s going to come for me first."
the way they obeyed, stopping when he told them, changing rhythm when he commanded, made it clear you weren’t just with a group of men. you were theirs. but solo? solo owned every last piece of you.
by the time solo finally moved in, you were a shaking mess, sweat-slick skin, thighs trembling, and breath coming in short, desperate bursts. the others had followed every single order he gave, teasing you to the brink again and again without letting you tip over.
solo climbed onto the bed with slow, deliberate weight, his presence swallowing up the space until it was just you and him. one big hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face toward his, and the other hooked into the leather of your collar.
"mine" he said, quiet but with the kind of authority that made your chest tighten. "say it."
"yours" you gasped, voice wrecked.
he leaned in, brushing his lips against your ear. "good girl."
without another word, solo shifted between your legs. his size pressed against you, hot and heavy, and the moment he pushed in, the stretch had you crying out, not just from the sudden fullness, but because it was him. finally.
talla, tonga, and jc stayed close, their eyes locked on you, but none dared touch without solo’s say-so. he set a slow, punishing rhythm, each thrust deep enough to make the collar tug against your throat from the force.
"eyes on me" solo reminded, his tone dark.
your gaze locked to his, even when your mouth fell open on a moan. he didn’t let you look away, didn’t let you forget who was inside you, who was making your body shake.
he slid a hand down your front, thumb finding your clit. "come for me, princess. now."
the order tore through you like fire, and your release hit hard, a full-body quake that had you clutching at him. your vision blurred, your body clenching around him, but he didn’t stop until he’d chased his own finish, spilling deep inside you with a groan that sent heat flooding your chest.
when he finally pulled back, he kept his hand on your collar, tugging lightly until you met his eyes again. "no matter what they do to you" he said, flicking his gaze toward the others, "no matter how they use you, remember who you belong to."
he released the collar slowly, letting his fingers trail over the sensitive skin of your neck. then he looked at the rest of the mfts.
"she’s marked" he told them. "she's ours. but you treat her like she’s mine, because deep down she is."
the others nodded, but you didn’t take your eyes off solo. you couldn’t.
because now you weren’t just part of their crew. you were his.
So do we know if August is suppose to be bisexual canonically?- Or is he just like that for the sake of getting more potential victims? As much as I love the idea of him and Nightshade, I am more inclined to think he's just a killer who is willing to feign that type of connection.
Honestly, I have no idea.
I kinda headcanon him as pan, but I'm not really set on it.
I do agree with the "feigning connection" thing you wrote. The creator never said if he did love his wife, and just because he was jealous, it could've been just him being possessive/territorial when he killed her.
I wouldn't be surprised if him baiting his victims with the promise of "love" would be an actual thing for him.
One thing's for sure for me. He's not to be trusted.
