Warnings: mild dub-con/somnophilia (not that August cares)
I have no beta, so there are probably mistakes.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Bali… maybe the Seychelles… The salient point is I was on a private beach: naked, sitting on a towel-covered beach chair, watching the sunset as the temperature dropped. There was a breeze that hit me just right; I was already half-hard and leaking, and the balmy air felt like a feather-light stroke from a soft hand, fuck. It felt so good, fully engorging untouched…
August Walker rarely has sexually-charged dreams. In his sleep-drenched mind he’s having difficulty searching his thoughts. What time is it? I took off my wa- goddammit… she knows my nipples are sensitive. Lick it, come on… Yes, yes, the teeth… No wonder I was dreaming of getting hard - Shit, she’s tickling just above my cock… Touch it. No? She's taking her time. One thing he was sure of: he’d gone to bed alone. Letting herself in while I’m sleeping to - what? Get me all hot and bothered, then leave me to finish myself off? Or suck me until she chokes on my cum? She did say riding my cock always ends with a squeal and a squirt… Fuck!
Walker feels his balls drawn into her warm, wet mouth. She’s positioned herself so that she could tweak a nipple and lave him with her viciously seductive tongue at the same time. Between licks, she nibbles at the loose skin. The fingers of her free hand gently rub along his perineum, dancing around his hole but none go in. August dares a peek and finds his cock curving, he’s so turned on. I’d need lube to jerk off. There’s no give- he hisses, as she finally pushes into him, searching for his prostate.
He reaches over, flipping the bedside lamp on at the lowest setting; he wants to see her face while she tortures him. She grins up at him, mischief twinkling in her eyes as she finds her prize. August moans, bearing down on her finger, hoping it silently communicates that he wants more. When she wiggles in a second finger, his hips begin a gentle canting against her fingers. Nothing like a prostate massage… She swirls her tongue around his sack while gently sucking, pressing against his prostate as his thrusts pick up. When she feels his balls tighten, she swaps her hand for her mouth; simultaneously pulling his sack and sucking the head of his cock to aid his release. Motherfucker, her timing is perfect.
August wants to tangle his fingers in her hair, holding her head steady while he fucks her mouth, but he knows better. She won’t be led. He hates giving up control, but it’s worth it for moments like this. She sinks down on him, then draws up with deep suction. His hips buck and she twists the fingers still inside him. He tenses, grunting as the first jet suddenly streams down her throat. He grunts with every thick spurt, reveling in her continued sucking and fucking.
He thinks he’s spent and assumes she wants reciprocity, but not this woman. Instead, she resumes her ministrations on his sack. What was beginning to soften a second ago hardened again. Satisfied with her work, she releases him and flashes that gorgeous smile he only sees when they’re undressed. Swinging a leg over him, she reaches for his cock, which dribbles as her ass comes into full view, and runs the head along her seam. When the tip of his prick is glistening, she guides in his length until he’s fully seated. I guess I’ll just lie here and enjoy. Her hips start rocking and she forgets he’s there. Walker could care less; it feels fucking amazing. And all I had to do was give her a key…
some of my favourite moments in mission: impossible fallout (ignore the fact that this list is basically the whole film) :
- Ethan’s ‘oh, god’ before he cuts himself free from his parachute on top of the royal palace and falls another thirty feet or so. Ethan Hunt is always having a Bad Time
- ‘hope is not a strategy’ ‘you must be new’
- Walker figuring out in the van that Ethan caught Lane; given that Walker is Lark and this whole plan is to frame Ethan, it’s likely a very good show of acting (and a nice little insight to what knowledge the average cia agent does and does not have - the IMF is Halloween and they have no idea what the ghosts are capable of)
- it’s dark but how quickly Ethan kills four of alanna’s men; Ethan as we typically see him is not killer, not like that, but they go to shoot the police officer and his response to them crossing that line is brutal. we don’t always see this Ethan this late on in the franchise
- the introduction of the gay professor outfits for Benji. I miss the guy who had fun outfits but it feels right for how on edge Benji seems at the start and the toll London definitely took on him. it’s also some great groundwork for the acting on Benji’s part for how they fool Walker. the layers.
- the framing of Ethan and Ilsa in Paris, the way he knows she’s following him after his second meeting with Alanna, the way they move under the trees, it’s gorgeous cinema and they’re in sync
- and their scene together; I’d almost been expecting retribution for him springing lane, running her over but they’re 100% on the same page. any tension soon bleeds away the second they’re actually face to face and he has nothing to be sorry for despite the fact that he literally hit her with a car
- Luther chipping Ethan. amazing moment no notes. sooo dog-coded.
- ‘I’m jumping out of a window’ this entire scene. shout out to the woman who nods at Ethan when he needs reassurance. it’s a blink and you’ll miss it moment but. i love that woman (and i love the fic on ao3 about her. it’s late rn but if i remember i will link back to it tomorrow)
- Luther has a Speech about Ethan. (lutherethan bestieism ftw)
- JULIA. Julia. The forehead kiss ‘I’m so sorry’ moment. ugh.
- Benji thinking about shooting open something that could be housing a nuclear bomb
- no one thinking Ethan should be in a helicopter
Fallout may not be as light as rogue nation (if that’s even the right word) but it’s fun. let’s go save the world. again.
thank yall so much!!! on my post on rewriting dead/final reckoning please keep giving yalls input its super helpful :D on that note though,
I’m also thinking of rewriting Fallout which i feel is a lot more contentious because so many people love that movie but i honestly feel like it’s flawed in a lot of ways—PLEASE if you disagree with me explain why and how the film is so great in the comments i would really appreciate your takes because i really don’t get it, and if you also don’t get it!! please let me know why as well. Here are my reasons so far:
-in the first scene Hunley directly tells Ethan about Ethan’s own core morals to his face (to the audience) and then says he joined the IMF because of Ethan, even though in the previous movie we see that Hunley actually joins the IMF because it looks really good for him to have saved the prime minister which is what Brandt and Ethan set up to have been assumed of him if he doesn’t rat them out. He doesn’t join for Ethan he joins because it looks good and Alan Hunley is a man very concerned with optics.
-SOLOMON LANES FUCKASS BEARD
(sorry yeah that’s a less objective opinion i just think it looks stupid and like completely destroys any intimidation factor the man could have AND it looks like the exact same beard ethan has in rogue nation)
-The plot?? is just so confusing??? okay so walker is actually the terrorist and he’s framing ethan but then ethan is pretending to be the terrorist anyways feeding into that and oh don’t forget this is all about the plutonium core which they need because bombs and there’s a random car chase and now we’re breaking solomon lanenout of jail and somehow Julia is also here even though Luther himself taught her how to hide from the best and the worst but nooo they find her in like what 3 days? and yes the bathroom fight scene is pretty good but Alanna Mitsopolis is not, she is badly written and also completely underutilized even though her position as an arms dealer is so interesting
-that 30 minute long confusing car chase
-solomon lane does nothing for at least an hour and a half and!! they change the name of the syndicate to the apostles to like signify change and all that but i still feel like it’s just unnecessary
-NOT TO MENTION ILSA—despite the ending of the previous movie setting her “free” now that solomon lane has been locked away they mess all of that up by her STILL being trapped with the government which while yeah makes sense and all i just think it rolls back the satisfying ending we had last time just to do the same plot—it would be much more interesting if she was doing any of her actions there for herself rather than for her government again
Yeah, so let me know your thoughts please!! and if you haven’t given your opinions on dead/final reckoning do so here please :D
💬 39 🔁 1 ❤️ 14 · so i’m rewriting dead reckoning and final reckoning and went to the reviews to try and see what people other than me thou
Thinking about Simon Pegg mentioning a cut take from Mission Impossible: Fallout where Benji is debriefing everyone on Alanna, and gives the most accurate description ever;
"Our favorite black marketeer and arms dealer, and the woman most likely to kill you with a hat pin at the point of orgasm, Alanna Mitsopolis."
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Pairing: Dark(er)!August Walker (John Lark) x Reader (No definitive feature other than the reader’s gender is mentioned)
Words: 2,279
Synopsis: You are the newest assassin for the syndicate and August Walker is assigned to shadow you. Until he reveals your true mission…
Warnings: 18+ content (MINORS DNI), Dub-Con(ish), SMUT, abuse of power dynamic, God complex, rough unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap ya willy), gun play, knife play, choking, mentions of Trypophobia, post-Ethan Hunt fight scarred August, Breeding kink, Anal, Hyperspermia, & mentions of death/murder. (I will switch between August Walker and John Lark because both of them are his alias, but August Walker is the more familiar/known one)
“Go again,” August commanded as you tried to regain your breath.
“Seriously?! I’ve been at it for the past two hours, I’m exhausted.” You huffed.
“Oh I’m sorry, do you think the IMF is going to just let you take a break as you try to murder them? Especially with that weak-ass stance?! GO. AGAIN. NOW!” August bellowed, his voice echoing against the walls of the training room.
You sucked your teeth at him as you got back into your fighting stance and began demonstrating your knife-fighting skills. You flipped the shiny metal blade from your holster and gripped the handle tightly as you started slashing away, breaking the sound barrier with each violent, yet calculated stroke. As you back flipped your way to perform ‘the kill’ you paused as you realized you were staring down the barrel of a gun…August’s gun.
Your breathing was shallow as you could clearly see the bullet in the chamber. This psychopath could’ve easily killed you in a split second and you wouldn’t have even known. You looked away from the barrel proving what you already knew, August Walker was the one pointing his gun at you. What made it even scarier was that he was smiling, like he wanted to do it, but for some reason he thought hesitating like this would cause you to be more fearful of him. And he was right as your pupils dilated and mouth left ajar.
“You act like you know so much, but you understand so little. I am the least of your fears, Little Mouse.” August teased.
The sight of his face riddled with scars and burns sent shivers down your spine. You hated it when he called you ‘Little Mouse’ You knew it was a power play, and no one else in the syndicate gave a shit. If anything, they felt you should feel honored to work under the one and only John Lark, former alias August Walker before he was burned, figuratively and literally by Ethan Hunt and the IMF. They all presumed he was dead and he wanted it to stay that way until, as August put it, ‘the time of peace arose’.
“If you were more focused on completing your task instead of performing theatrics, you would’ve seen this coming and acted accordingly,” August said, holding the pistol against your lips, “Open”, he calmly demanded.
You slowly parted your lips as August began to push the cold steel past your teeth. You shivered internally hearing and feeling the cold metal scrape against the enamel yet he continued to push the barrel further into your oral cavity so that you could taste it on your tongue. Your eyes widened slightly as he pulled the barrel out slightly only to push it back in repeating the motion in slow languid thrusts. If you didn’t know any better, by the way he stared at your lips, you would think the sight captivated him, maybe even aroused him.
“Now suck, or I’ll blow your pretty little brains out.” August growled in your face.
You began to suck on the barrel of his gun as he drove it in and out of your mouth. The safety was still off, your life was literally in his hands and the small smirk on his face proved that he reveled in that fact. Beads of sweat trickled down his face rolling over the ridges, in and out of the deep pockmarks of his partially disfigured face. He was a bit hard to look at, but not any more difficult than the other members of the syndicate.
At this point your saliva coated his gun and he had moved so close that he was standing chest to chest with you. It dribbled down your chin and dropped down to your breasts that were barely covered by your sports bra. With his free hand he reached for his belt but paused when he realized your knife was already pointed at his crotch. His eyebrows furrowed as he took his gun out of your mouth.
“If you were more focused on completing your task instead of performing theatrics, you would’ve seen this coming and acted accordingly.” You mocked his earlier statement.
August ran his tongue across his teeth behind his lower lip and chuckled. The second you allowed a smirk to appear on your face, August swiftly wrapped his large hand around your neck. Your airway was nearly cut off by the viper-like motion paired with an overpowering grip that he possessed causing you to drop the knife from your hand.
As you were gasping for air and clawing at his wrist, his free hand untied the drawstring of your sweatpants. You were unable to speak a word, all you could do was whimper faintly. Once August had enough space, he slid his hand down and massaged your folds with the fabric of your cotton panties. You became lightheaded as you were close to passing out. The Syndicate leader released his grip from your throat and switched to grabbing the back of your head.
“Don’t pass out on me now Little Mouse, you need to be awake so you know your purpose,” August breathed into your face.
The heat from his breath went straight to the growing arousal between your legs. Your eyes fluttered as your chest heaved up and down while regaining consciousness.
“My what?!” Your eyes narrowed at him.
August chuckled before he began, increasing the pace of his occupied hand. “There is a reason why you (italic) were chosen to be trained by me, why I had to keep you…close.”
Walker drew you closer to his lips. You tried to gravitate closer to his face to kiss him, but you were quickly turned around by August and slammed against the pommel horse that was in the middle of the equipment room. The impact caused a pain to shoot through your abdomen as you grabbed the bars on top to brace yourself.
Walker wasted no time removing your pants revealing your lace panties that barely covered your lower region. He smiled as he ripped them off without hesitation and used his thighs to spread your legs apart. He pressed himself against your exposed flesh, marking your wetness on his khaki pants. The feeling of his growing erection causes you to instinctively make a deeper imprint of your desire onto his fabric.
“Wha- what are you doing?” you whimpered.
“What we’re doing is creating the next recruits of The Syndicate. A legacy.” August sighed as he pulled himself out of his pants and rubbed his tip against your lubricated folds, grazing your clit as he did it.
You moaned as he kept teasing you mercilessly, the lewd sounds becoming louder and louder until he fully sheathed himself inside of you. He growled as your warm, wet cavern gripped him tightly, his palms digging into your waist as he began thrusting roughly. The jerking motion made you hold onto the pommel rails even tighter to brace yourself.
“Yes, I knew you were the one.” August quickened his pace. “I need my seed inside of you, to fill you up. I need you to give me a child.” August pulled your hair back as your moans grew louder.
“But…Lark…anyone could…walk in…on us.” you moaned after each thrust.
“I could fuck you in front of the entire Syndicate if I wanted and no one would tell us shit! If anything, they would honor you…celebrate you…be in awe of you as I fill you with my seed.” August pounded into you harder as he held your arms back.
Your moans quickly became screams of pleasure, your lewd squelching filling in the pauses in between. Beads of August’s sweat fell from his brow onto your back as he hyper focused on his stroking. His grip tightened while he pinned your arms down on your back. His thrusts were inhibited and animalistic throughout your orgasm and then he filled your womb with what he hoped was the next generation of Syndicate recruits. He stopped, then quickly pulled himself out of you so he could catch his breath.
“Recite the manifesto.” August spoke in a lower octave.
Before you could even process what the Syndicate leader commanded, he spread one of your ass cheeks open and penetrated your unexplored cavern. As you began to scream from the unexpected pain, August quickly switched hands. One to hold you down and the other to cover your mouth as he pushed himself deeper inside of you.
His overwhelming strength made your frame no match for him as you tried to resist this agonizing, yet slowly satisfying new feeling inside of you. You could hear your leader grunting and gasping as his shaft slowly disappeared inside of you, then you felt his warm breath as his teeth lightly grazed the helix of your ear before he spoke.
“I’ll let go, when you let go.” He repeats this in almost a chant as if to motivate you.
You relax your entire body when you reach the hilt of August’s dick, your ass clear pressed against his pelvis. August slowly pumped himself in and out of your ass and then he removed his hands from your mouth and your wrists on your back.
“Recite the manifesto, now!” August demanded as he ground into you at a steady pace.
You gasped before you began, gripping the bars of the pommel horse again. “There has never been peace without first a great suffering, the greater the suffering, the greater the peace.”
“Keep going.” He grunted.
“As mankind is drawn to his self-destruction like a moth to the candle, the so-called defenders of peace–” you yelped as Walker roughly thrusted inside of you.
“Don’t stop.” he held a strong grip on both sides of your ass, spreading you wide open.
You moaned as he grinds himself deeper inside of you. “The church, the government, the law – work tirelessly to save humanity from itself, but by averting…disaster, they serve to delay…a peace that can only come…through an inevitable baptism of fire.”
Your mind went blank as your orgasm washed over you, your legs were uncontrollably trembling as Walker kept thrusting through your orgasm dripping down your leg and your wetness slapping against his balls in a chaotic, steady rhythm.
“The suffering…” John Lark queued your next part to recite as he continued fucking you.
“The suffering I bring you is not the beginning of the end. It is the beginning of a greater…mutual understanding through common suffering. It is the first step towards the ultimate brotherhood of…man. The suffering I bring you is the bridge to ultimate peace.” you sucked in a shaky breath as you proceeded.
“Today, mankind has been handed the opportunity to escape his destiny, an otherwise…inevitable…conclusion to a thousand years of…intolerance and…fear. I call all rationalists…who can stand and join in the struggle…against the radical theists, all of which fall beneath a common umbrella of ideology. I-if we were to continue any further we would reach mythology and Aesop’s fables. When do we stop? OH GOD!” you exclaimed as another orgasm flowed out of you.
All that could be heard in the room was lewd sounds made from skin contact. Lark thrusted at a quicker, but still steady pace. “I’m so close, Y/N. Finish it!” He let out a guttural growl.
You whined after he slaps your ass hard before you continued. “Any belief…in a spirituality…with no other proof…other than the cravings to…project one’s self over the-FUCK! …rational thinking of the others…must be era- AH! dicated as it does not only halt progression and development of the human mind and reach, but also hinders…it.”
You matched John Lark’s rhythm, giving into him the more his pace picked up. You were fully used to his endowment and you wanted every advantage of it. The confidence in your voice raised as you continued. “Here I will emphasize clearly…that the judgment…upheld…against us…will be one of human hands, not of a god…or other worldly being… Part of the absurd rationale is what leads to the obscure justifications…the believers place upon their own disgraceful…and belligerent behavior.”
You moaned again as you bit down on your bottom lip. You look back at August with a sense of satisfaction plastered on your face. August smirked before he held you up by both your arms as he thrived in an animalistic manner. “Finish it! I want to hear it all before I cum!”
You wasted no time finishing the manifesto as your final orgasm was approaching. “No! The loss of human life cannot and will not be justified! For this is not the taking of human lives… They are merely puppets! Hollow shells that were once human beings. Brainwashed by stories…and tales of old…their weak minds have been overpowered…by the pressure placed on them by other lifeless puppets And so, the cycle continues!”
“AHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” You and August exclaimed in orgasmic ecstasy, surrendering to the carnal nature of the mission. August pulled your head back by your neck as he stared into your eyes. “You have no idea how long I wanted to fill your tight, little ass and watch it drip down to your sweet pussy. You will bear my children and fulfill my destiny. Our destiny! The future of the Syndicate will live on through you and I…as long as you never deny me, I will never deny you.”
In a twisted sense of adoration for him, you leaned in and you both kissed each other and then you heard clapping from the upper rafters of the gymnasium. All of the members of the Syndicate were present the entire time and once the clapping stopped they all exited the viewing room.
Author’s Note: If you have made it this far, I want to thank you for taking the time to read my work. If you enjoy this story, I have a few more on my Masterlist available to read. Once again, thank you for reading and I hope you stay healthy and moisturized.
