#august walker x black!female

[cardierreh15]

Hey can I do a thing for y’all?

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For those who don’t know, I’ve been doing my own adaption on TLOU (The Last Of Us) which involves August & his little brother Mikey.

I’m stuck on chapter 2 (which is a very important chapter) but I’m so excited to post Chapter 3 . It’s funny, angsty, romantic! It has it all. So here’s my question for y’all:

[milknhonies]

The Negatives of Shooting People

Chapter 3 || MasterList || Chapter 5

Chapter Summary: The ten year anniversary soiree is here for August's Lion Lounge club. And he's awfully surprised to see you, an uninvited guest...careful now....

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Gambling, Non-Con, Piss, Manipulation, Threats, Sexual Assualt, Bondage, Murder, Violence, Strangulation, Public Execution, Kidnapping, Bondage, Slight Daddy Kink, Slight Puppy Play Kink, Petnames.

Pairing: Kingpin!August Walker X F!reader

Word Count: 8k

Author Notes: I honestly don't know how to gamble or how it works. I read a quick wiki instruction and played a game. If anyone actually knows how to play, let me know and I'll change the writing.

Inspiring Song: "Poker Face." By Lady Gaga.

07:00pm Friday 16th August 2024, Fortitude Valley, Brisbane.

When Lloyd met you in the foyer and escorted you to the car, you noticed how his neck was tight against his bow tie. His bruised face and knuckles had lightened. He had waxed his moustache and curled the tips upward.

He whistled low and gawked at you all over. Your foot rubbed the back of your calf shyly. You were decadent in pearls and metallic shimmering from your dress.

He reminded you that your role was too find August and do whatever you could to distract him from figuring out that Lloyd, a police officer undercover had infiltrated his event.

Lloyd gave you another hundred dollars and said it was for gambling and pleasure purposes only. If August could be distracted by a drink, a game of poker, a jukebox dance even a pokie machine, that should give Lloyd plenty of time to look around for an illegal weapons auction.

You both got out of the car and found yourself escorted on his arm passed the body guard checking the invites.

You clenched a small purse under your arm tighter as you entered the massive club. It left you briefly speechless.

The floor was covered in black and gold mixed marble. The club was an old building. Probably over a century or two old. It had a huge bar and multiple show rooms. On one stage was a burlesque dancer shaking her covered nipples. In another part was a casino theme of tables and machines. And to the sides were seats, tables and booths.

Lloyd got you both to sit down and he ordered a drink. He sipped his whiskey and glanced at the stairs that spiralled up to more private rooms.

“There he is, balcony, beside the blonde.”

You tried to not be obvious when you looked over your shoulder. August was smirking with a drink in his hand, shaking hands with an old bald gentleman with beady eyes and a brief case.

As that older fellow walked away Lloyd murmured, “And that’s our cue.”

He moved out of his seat and left the whiskey behind.

You waited a few minutes. You stared at the reflection of August in the whiskey glass and bit your lip. That man was a monster. He had raped you, humiliated you and made you scared…except now you had teeth and claws to flex.

You shut your eyes and prayed to get out alive. Picking up the glass you tossed your head back and finished what Lloyd had left. Your lipstick smudged the beautiful glasswork.

You abandoned the booth and deposited the glass.

You turned back and started to glide up those stairs in your small heeled feet. You felt immaculate, confident. And you were sure…he had seen you as you ran your hand up the banister.

You slowly moved around him. He hadn’t turned to look at you yet. A blonde woman was on his other side, whispering in his ear with her seductive rose lips. She was gorgeous, legs long and slender waist. Her dress was a deep burgundy red and her gloves black. She made you look like the frumpiest woman in the club.

You leant against the railing beside them at a respectful distance. You looked over the dance floor. You recognised local representative politicians mingling, kissing, all salacious actions that the average public would be shocked to witness. A Greenie with her tongue down a Nationalists throat.

From your side you could feel his eyes. You couldn't tell if August was glaring daggers, but you knew he had seen you.

Your fingers squeezed the railing tight.

You took a deep breath in and focused not to stutter, “Fancy seeing you here.”

You managed to angle your face his way. You prayed he wouldn't look at your hands, trembling on top of the metal bar.

He looked down at his glass cup. He turned away from his golden haired friend and smirked at you. The woman attached to his side flashed you a sickly fake smile. Her eyes were full of scornful judgement.

He chuckled lightly, eyes raking up and down your body in a way to made you feel like meat in the deli section.

“Well, I do own the club Miss Y/L/N or did you not read my name on the invitation?”

You curled your toes and strained a brave smile, “Oh of course, but business is always busy with men like you…”

You looked away from him briefly, trying to compose yourself. Your hands were starting to shake while your knees felt light. You swallowed hard and returned to face his predator eyes.

“Men like me?” He purred and turned his body to lean on the railing.

You nodded slowly, trying to find a way to answer him and continue the conversation.

“Men like you,” was all you could repeat back firmly. You could feel a line of sweat crawl down the back of your neck.

He chuckled and held his empty cup to his feminine companion.

“Natalie, be a dear and fetch me some Guinness and whatever you’d like.”

Natalie winked at him and gave a girlish laugh when he smacked her backside. You wanted to scoff but at the same time you pitied her. You were scared she would be his next sexual victim. She toddled down the stairs and August slid himself closer to you on the railing. His fingers fluttered and circled around your neck. It was too public a place for him to squeeze any tighter. He couldn’t kill you out here, it was too public. His fingers softly moved over the spot where your pulse sat.

“Why are you here?” He raised his brow to you as he purred, “How did you even get in, huh? I know you didn’t get the invitation…so…have you come to take some more photos? We could have a quick interview in my office if you’d like.”

His lips were amused, but his eyes were dark and annoyed. Annoyed with you.

You shuddered, you weren’t too interested in his offering, but you had to consider how much time Lloyd needed to gain incriminating information. Lloyd didn’t know you had your phone down the front of your dress. It was risky but you wanted to catch anything if the occasion arose.

Your glanced at him, your bottom lip trembled slightly, you nuzzled his hand that started to cup your cheek.

Lightly shaking your head you said calmly, “I got your photos…the envelope…so no photos tonight…”

He chuckled and leered down your chest before leaning in closer to your face moaning, “So…what have you come for?”

You were frustrated that Lloyd really thought you’d be able to do this….this improvisation was nearly impossible when you had to face a man with a mean face. It was the tension of your chest snapping, the breath you were holding broke in a breathy sigh which was close to a gasp.

“The party,” you lied, you leant closer and let your noses touch, “Just to party.”

You laid your hand on his chest and rubbed it in large low circles. The whiskey was warm in your cheeks. You felt daring. Your heart beating strong in your ears. Do it now or you might as well drown. You squeezed your eyes shut and tightened your insides as you pushed up and kissed his mouth. His moustache scratched your top lip as you forced yourself onto him. It was a hard lip pressing peck, you felt his hot breath fan your face. The smell of his malted breath mad a hot light sing in between your legs. Your heart was thundering in your chest,

His wide cold eyes bore into your soul and he chuckled, “You make such a fucking terrible liar.”

It was like he had punched you in the gut the way the air had left your body.

“August dear, I have your drink!” the ringing of Natalie’s voice had his head turned away and letting you go. You couldn’t think, you just stood there absolutely frozen.

August collected his new refreshment, taking an impressive gulp, and you watched him lean closer to the blonde, “The accounts are settled, you can piss off now Nat.”

Her false smile faltered into a malicious smirk. She winked at you before she fled back down the stairs and greeted another gentleman in a tuxedo. You felt sick.

August leant back and cupped your waist in his awfully huge hand, “Let’s take a walk.”

He smirked feeling the shiver roll down your back. His hand squeezed your fingers as he led you down the staircase. You frantically looked out to the room and dance floor. You hoped you might see Lloyd, you might call out for him to save you.

“Ever played Roulette?” he asked setting his empty Guinness on a passing waitress tray.

You shook your head and heard him chuckle, “Of course you haven’t, good girl like you hasn’t done many things at all.”

You were slightly offended by his wording no matter how much it might’ve been true deep down.

He put his hand back to your lower back and led you to the casino rooms. There were multiple tables with different games involving cards and chips. But there was a long table surrounded by at least twenty or thirty well dressed men with their arm candy super model women. At the end was a dealer with a long metal pole. He wore a golden coloured suit. He looked serious and when his eyes caught the sight of August that cold aura disappeared. A giant smile graced his cranky appearance.

“Want to join the game sir?” he asked, “We just finished a game.”

August smiled and said, “Yes, give me ten black chips, six purple and…” he sucked his teeth, “Six yellow.”

The dealer smiled and nodded, he handed his boss, your rapist, the eftpos machine before pushing some chips towards the edge of the table you both next to.

Your eyes widened. The black chips had the number of one hundred, the purple was five hundred and the pretty yellow chips were decorate with a one and three zeros. You had a wild guess that those digits were the amount of money he was putting on the table.

To August it was nothing.

The dealer was selling other chips to the players that were from the old game wanting to buy more while August groped your hip and pressed his nose to your ear, “Lets start off easy, pick, red or black.”

You looked at the table, there were numbers between zero and thirty six. Half the numbers were covered in red, the other half in black. Your mouth felt dry. You really didn’t know what you were doing.

“Bl-“ you cleared your throat as his hand cupped your backside under the table, “Black.”

He smiled, “Now pick, do you prefer even numbers or odd?”

You looked over the red squares and noticed how half looked odd and the other half was even, you weren’t sure if this would help or set you back.

“Odd numbers,” you whispered.

His breath was hot and his eyes were trapping you where you stood. You felt embarrassed to meet his looks.

“Dealer, One hundred on Black and one hundred on Odds.”

The dealer smirked, you knew that dealer knew this wasn’t really Augusts choice.

He spun the wheel that had a metal ball tapping along inside. Round and round the crimson and black. The ball landed onto black thirty five. You held your breath.

“And now,” August purred, “You’ve just won an extra two hundred dollars pup.”

The light in your chest bloomed with excitement, the butterflies rained like a storm in your belly. You were amazed at how it was to win so quickly…but then what if it was red even that won? Or just black and even? Would you have lost it all? Half? You were tickled with curiosity to learnt this grown up game. Two new black chips along with the original were pushed back to you. August thick fingers stacked them on top of each other in a bundle.

“Lets play again, now…see those top numbers, one to twelve, thirteen to twenty four, twenty five to thirty six?” he said, gesturing to the top of the red and black chart against the green fuzzy felt of the table.

“Pick one of those three groups.”

You sucked in a breath and tried to strategize….you had more numbers in the two boxes. You didn’t want to risk less numbers more chance of losing…

“One to twelve?” you said, his large hand rubbed on your ass pressing you closer to the table edge.

“Dealer, a purple chip on the one twelve,” he said cooly not even looking at the dealer this time as he said it. You wanted to know what he was thinking as he stared right down into your skull.

“Yes sir,” said the dealer pushing the five hundred chip over the dozen number group,

“Spin hockey,” August barked and clapped his hands.

And the bowl with a ball spun. it settled on number five. The table players groaned as their games were losing. Luck of the gods must’ve been over you tonight…

“And now you’ve won an extra thousand dollars,” he hummed.

The damn game made no sense except you were happy to be winning. You didn’t expect the fear you got from being in Augusts palm mixed with the joy of winning at gambling would make you aroused and wanting.

The yellow chip was pushed to you and you daringly picked it up. It was pretty, the emboss was August Lion symbol.

“Now…see those three columns that say two to one? There’s a right, middle and left. Pick one,” he plucked the chip from your curious fingers.

“Right,” you bravely exclaim. August laughed and turned to the dealer who had gotten back to your turn, “You heard the lady, yellow on right column.”

The chip was planted and the wheel spun once more…landing on black eleven…a middle column. And just like that, a thousand dollars gone…All the warmth left your body. Now you understood a gambling drop felt worse than the gambling high. His hand snuck it’s way across your lower belly. He moved you closer into his side. His hot breath fanned over you neck.

He tutted at you, “See the risk? Got all the blood rushing, didn’t it and now you’re feeling that punch of loss?”

You slowly shook your head, agreeing. Thank fuck it wasn’t your money or the money Lloyds' had given you. So far you’d at least made August a two hundred dollars profit from the original ten thousand he bought out.

August held your hips and pressed you back into his crotch. He wasn’t hard but you could feel his warm body heat and the shape of his soft cock in his pants.

His mouth purred along the shell of your ear, “Now, Puppy, choose one number.”

He was standing behind you, trapping you against the table flushed. None of the other players took notice and if they did they didn’t care. Because maybe they didn’t know what type of monster this monster could be.

“N-nineteen,” you stuttered, choosing your age might be a safer option.

“Tell the dealer,” he whispered.

You swallowed. You felt hot and a foul arousal between your thighs. You thought about the time you played Pool with August. Your first kiss...

“Nineteen please sir,” you said to the gold suited man.

“Chip type?”

August whispered like he was telling you the dirtiest secret, “Tell him you’re all in.”

You repeat the term and made it sound like a question. You had a feeling you knew what it meant after watch movies ‘Bounty Hunter’ with Jennifer ashton and Gerald Butler. The dealer glanced at August and smirked, “All in number nineteen.”

The long metal pole came out and scooped up all your chips to the nineteen box.

When the ball began to spin inside the wheel your belly twisted and your hands desperately squeezed Augusts. You remembered there was at least ten thousand two hundred dollars on the number and you were truly risking losing all his money. You damn well knew that Lloyd didn’t give you that much and there’s be no way to pay August back.

Your eyes ran round and round the wheel, you held your breath as the metal ball landed and bounced between the numbers. You felt weak in the knees. The wheel slowed and you nearly vomited from anticipation alone managing to force your arse harshly back into August you sound and desperately buried your face into his expensive cologne soaked shirt. You worried and bit your lip hard as the clattering silver ball stopped and the wheel paused.

You could imagine the dealers face peering down into the black and red bowl of fortunes and curses, debts and dreams.

“Congratulations little lady in front row, number Nineteen, you have won three million five hundred and seven thousand dollars,” said the dealer over an excited cheering crowd.

You swore you misheard, your knees wobbled as you dared to look up at Augusts grinning face. You looked over your shoulder and true to the dealers word, that silver ball sat in the groove of red painted with the number nineteen.  All the air was drained from your lips. You could’ve fainted. You couldn’t believe it. Out of all the bad luck in your life, this felt truly unbelievable. You wished your father was here to see this. You started to smile...and then the squealing crawled out of your throat. You jumped up and down on your feet, your fingers squeezed Augusts arm tightly. The buzz inside you was wild. Your adrenaline was jumping out of adrenaline was jumping out of our throat. You knew the money wasn’t yours. It was Augusts but knowing that you’d managed to win that much by chance sent the greatest wave of euphoria.

“I won! I won! I won!” tears prickles your eyes and you cupped your mouth.

 August smiled into your cheek and chuckled softly, “Yes, you did.” His moustache scratched against your cheek, he smelt like Guinness and felt like total warmth on a cold night. His thumb rubbed beneath your arm near the space of your ribs and breast.

The dealer couldn’t give you that many chips but digitally sent a code with the prize to August as owner of the card that bought the chips in the first place.

August laughed and spun you around on your feet, he tugged you away from the roulette table towards the dance floor where a slow dance was taking place to the sombrous tones of Frank Sinatra.

“Oh my god, I did that, I can’t believe I just did that,” you muttered happily in a daze, a high. You suddenly forgot entirely everything that August had done to you in the past few weeks. You forgot your entire purpose of why you were even there. His charming face was beaming in pride.

His warm lips pecked your forehead and cheek, he repeated, “Yes, you did.”

“I mean I know it’s your money but just the thrill of just- my god,” you sucked in a new breath of air and sighed, “Thankyou for letting me experience that.”

He hummed and swayed your bodies together slowly. He could’ve picked you up and carried you away and you weren’t sure if you would’ve protested.

“My money?” he chuckled, “I can right you a cheque if you’d really like. Bank it tomorrow.”

You scoffed in disbelief, you shook your head at him, “Don’t be mean August, like you’d just give me three million dollars, be fucking for real.”

He pinched your bottom making you hiss lightly as you danced in his arms and he scolded teasingly, “Language.”

You threw your head back and giggled. You were still riding the drunk high of life.

“Welcome to bloody Australia Mister Walker,” you tapped a finger on his chest, his suit felt so smooth and expensive like silk instead of basic cotton, “Where we say all kinds of things casually; Ass, cunt, fuck, bitch, bastard and so on.”

He bent you backwards and cradled your spine as his lips pressed up into your jaw and neck, “Oh fret not, I’ll discipline it out of you. I’d rather have you speaking like a true lady who cares about her appearance.”

You scoffed again and rolled your eyes. You didn’t give a flying care in the world what he thought about a true lady. He wasn’t a true gentleman. You pushed a little away from him.

The high of life became dangerous impulsive boldness, “Why? So I can teach you that true gentleman don’t drug and rape women?”

A few heads turned at your words out of the thousands dancing and gambling around you. His jolly gaze turned black and ice. His frown was deep and displeasure greatly obvious. He looked ready to kill you...

The shudder in your chest returned. It was like a bucket of icy water dunking over your head. That glare made you sober and sheepish. You pushed away gently and smoothed your dress out.

“I...I need to pee.”

You didn’t actually, yet the fear consumed you enough, blanketing over you and you needed an escape from the danger you had willingly nosed dived into. It was the only explanation for you to flee briefly and compose yourself for more of his aggression.

His hands were tight on your wrists.

“August, I’m sorry...please let me go to the loo.”

He let you go, and muttered, “It’s upstairs, be quick, we need to talk.”

You hissed when the blood pumped back into your flesh, you felt your wrists throb in rings. Stepping backwards shakily you almost fell back into a passing waiter. It felt impossible to remove your eyes from him, to make sure he wasn’t following you.

You could feel him watching you as you kept walking to those stairs. Up the grand stairs you scurried away from him for the seconds he was distracted looking away from you, grabbing a new drink.

Just find the ladies toilet and he can’t come in right?

Your head was pounding. Breathless and flushed you didn’t look at the signs on doors. You didn’t even need the bathroom, honestly, you just needed to sit down.

Relief filled you as you looked behind. You couldn’t see August and knew he still wasn’t following you. You leant against a door and turned the handle hoping out of all these doors, this would be a toilet.

When you fell inside. You noted the room was empty…but there was also no toilet…instead there was a couch to your left and to your right a massive wall with a control panel and TVs lining the wall…on the televisions were colourful pictures moving, replaying the events of the party…they were the viewpoints of cameras…security.

You were in the security room!

With widened eyes you closed the door behind you entirely and awed at the stuff you were watching…

There wasn’t just one party going on tonight.

The screen showed the rest of the club you hadn’t had the pleasure of observing. The back stages dancers change room, the full game slot casino, a smokers room where a stripper was sucking some random man off. Your stomach twisted.

There were men sniffing coke off a woman’s thigh. Other people in another room were injecting each other with heroin.

There was a room auctioning paintings and appeared to be a business meeting. Multiple men were sitting on couches and bar stools watching while a stunning woman in the middle waving at expensive items…. Katarina Vikander. She wore a stunning green gown that hugged her body, around her neck was a thick row of diamonds, she looked like an old Hollywood actress.

You stepped closer to the screen and traced the figures of people and faces you recognised. There were even famous local politicians. Your mouth felt dry. You knew it was a simple auction but the items were familiar, they were museum pieces. There were items that morally speaking belonged to the indigenous Meanjin people. It was a inexplicable scandal.

Then there was Lloyd! He was sitting beside an older man with the bald head and beady eyes. In that man’s lap was a young woman with dark flowing hair in a very short dress, definitely young enough to be his granddaughter. yuck!

It was a room of gentlemen and their own weapons to show off. Guns and blades you were confident weren’t even allowed to be sold in Australia after the Port Arthur Massacre. There were tommy guns and automatic rifles. There were trench knives and a urban skinner daggers. Things you’d only seen in movies.

You pulled out your phone and started taking photos of the screens. They would be bad quality photos, not well enough to publish to the press but it didn’t matter, evidence was still important. August was willingly allowing this in his club and on the unlikely chance he wasn’t, it was still occurring in his club, he’d be responsible.

You thought about the amount of people these guns and knives could or had already killed. You clicked some more and quickly sat in the empty chair. There was a couch behind you, you noted the strange red splatter stains over the cushions. You took another picture. You didn’t want to consider if it was blood because that lead to the question of whose blood it was...you shuddered.

No wonder he didn’t appear as excited as you when you won the three million dollars…he probably made that in a week from profits out of these illegal auctions.

You held your breath and watched the screens further.

Soon Lloyd would bust the club. He’d call back up and the floor would go wild. Now it was a matter of waiting. Any minute now, you bet.

You took photos of the men doing drugs with the strippers and the gambling and finally the bar. You wondered how much of the alcohol would’ve been watered down to save money. It even clicked to wonder if the club even had a license to sell alcohol while the casino was open.

You were checking the photos and perched yourself on the couch when the door opened. You gasped and dropped your phone on the ground with a loud clatter.

The looming shadow entered the dark room. It was him…August…he stood inside and closed the door, away from the party, silencing the booming hustle and bustle.

“No photos tonight?” his brows lifted and a smile spread while he tutted, “Oh my sweet girl, you’re breaking daddy’s heart.”

You leant down and grabbed the phone again and shoved it into your clutch purse.

“I-I wasn’t using my c-camera…” you poorly lied.

You stood up spritely and tried to find away around him. He leant against the door, blocking your escaped. His eyes rolled from the screens back to you.

He flashed a sinister fanged smile and shook his head, “Oh no, no, I think it’s about time we chat little Miss Y/N…don’t you?”

You pouted and snarled, “Get out of my way August.”

He shook his head again and sucked his teeth, “Tell me why you really came tonight, and I will.”

You gulped. You clenched your first and said louder, “Get out of my way August or I’ll fucking scream and I’ll make a damn scene.”

He stood in silence for three solid seconds before nodding.

He moved away from the door but as you tried to pass him reaching for the doorhandle, he grabbed your waist and hauled you back. You were launched back across the floor and landed hard and sharp on the carpet. The air was knocked from your lungs and your hands lost grip of your clutch.

Gaining your bearings quickly, you shrieked and cowered. You raised your hands and shuddered. You were so sure he was going to punch and kick you, instead a soft strong hand curled over your wrist and tugged you to your knees.

“Come here,” he softly murmured, while he gently made you crawl over to the couch. On the cushions he sat before he pulled you into his thick lap. Your legs were trapped between his, while you were held on his lap.

You felt so small, so weak. His hands were warm, and strong, you were growing sore as your body overcame the shock of him throwing you back into the room. It made you feel terrified at how simply he was able to manhandle you. All those weeks without his presence had somehow made you forget how deadly and scary he could be. And despite being in his club, in a public place, he still had the upperhand and power to take what he wanted.

Your body shook as his hands touched you. He was so calm…it was unsettling and struck icily in your blood. This was the August you met that afternoon two weeks ago. This is the August that duct taped you and forced you to cum in your fathers recliner chair.

“You wearing any wires baby?” He cooed as his hand stuck down your dress top and another slipped up your thighs. You didn’t fight, but your fingers pleadingly hooked into his shirt sleeve while his hand dug around and slid around your breasts, groping your soft flesh.

His hand the groped around your thighs and lingered when cupping near your underwear. A stream of sweat trailed your face, what if he felt how wet you were in your underwear?

You shook your head and pitifully whimpered, “N-no, just the ph-phone in my bag.”

His lips pressed against your shoulder and neck before finally going to your ear, “This is what’s going to happen…” he purred, “You’re going to be my good girl and do everything I tell you, or else I’m going kill your piggy friend.”

You gasped as his fingers rubbed at your underwear covered clit.

“Wh-what?!”

“Yes poppet, I know about him,” he chuckled and sucked on your earlobe loudly, “He’s not very smart, coming here…his wire, he’s wearing…it’s not going to pick up anything.”

Your eyes dared to glance at the cameras, Lloyd was still on the screen, still watching the auction.

August moved his mouth to your other ear and moved your underwear aside, his finger easily slipped inside of you, tearing a whine from your lips at how wet you were.

“Has he fucked you yet?” He mocked, “Has the piggy touched what’s mine? Stuffed that dirty cock in this pretty puppy pussy?”

You choked on a rising sob, “No, now please st-stop.”

Tears streamed down your cheeks, tears August kissed away softly. You were watching the screens, Lloyd was looking around the room from the chair he was sitting in. Someone handed him a drink. You didn’t know what he was saying as he laughed at someone. You just wanted him to call back up, before you potentially were raped again.

August paused and slipped in another thick finger, “So…you thought you’d help him? Think I’d be so blind? It breaks my heart that either of you thought I was that dumb. This whole time I’ve been telling myself you weren’t a threat, just a dumb little girl…but that’s not entirely true huh? Miss picture perfect, taking photos she fucking well shouldn’t be.”

Your whimpered and wept with salty tears that stung hard. You heard him shuffle as he propped you onto one knee. A moment later, something hard and cold touched your cheek. You were certain this was your fault. You didn’t distract him enough, instead you ran off like a cowered. You sobbed and found it difficult to breathe seeing what that hard object in the corner of your eye was. If you weren’t so scared you might’ve screamed…

“Did you wear this for me baby?” He asked, rubbing your cheek with the warm tip of the gun, “Awfully pretty, awfully expensive for someone like you.”

Your eyes fell down at the dress you’d bought earlier that day. God you regretted it all now, all the excitement you felt buying it for tonight, it was all backfiring. You bought it knowing this was something he might want, it made you feel rich and sensual. It was your shield of confidence, ironic how a shield means nothing compared to a gun pressed to your head.

“Yes,” you wailed, “Please just let us go.”

“Us?” He scoffed scornfully, “And you’re telling me, you’re not fucking him.”

His fingers curled harshly and pinched your inner walls, cupping and shaking your entire cunt in his hand roughly. 

You whined and choked, “it’s- n-not his faul- fault…I’m…I’m-”

Your eyes widened and your mouth fell silent…Jesus fucking Christ. August was covered in a hot wet warmth. He grunted, slowly, he removed his two thick fingers out of your pussy and shook his hand of the wet liquid pouring out with three large wrist flicks.

Mortified, a blubbering fest left you mouth. A line of ‘’please” and “sorry” poured desperately out of you.

Your piss puddled the floor down to his shoes.

You had half expected him to throw you off or kill you in disgust. Instead, August hissed a little as the warm liquid soaked over his trousers. You flinched away. He put his gun back in his pocket.

He laughed darkly, “You are so silly huh? So goddamn innocent,” his wet head cupped your neck and clenched your jaw, “I think I’ve amused you long enough baby, I think it’s time I show you why you were put in my care.”

You fluttered your wet eyes at him, “Please just let Lloyd go,” you swallowed a gulp of air, “I’ll do whatever you want.”

You gagged at the acidic smell of your own urine on his hand burning into your nose. His tongue clicked and he wagged his other finger at you.

“You’re about to see what happens to shits who think to try and bring me and my friends down, go on sunshine, look at the TV’s.”

His hand jerked your head forward. You were forced to watch everything happening in the room where Lloyd was. Within seconds, there were two security guards dragging in a limping man over a giant square of tarp.

“This dumb piece of shit decided to double dip my profits in a club I own down in Sydney…dickhead thought to embezzle me…I don’t like when men take what’s mine…”

The struggling man had a black pillow case shoved over his head. He was pushed to his knees in front of Brandon Sullivan who held a gun he took out from the briefcase. Katarina stood away from the centre of the room and watch him with the brightest smile.

The gun from the suitcase wasn’t particularly impressive. It was a hand gun with an ivory hilt. American.

The barrel was pressed to the pillow case. Your eyes widened.

Your bottom lip fell, “Wait please no, he can’t, stop-”

It was two little light flickers from the tip of the weapon, the bag flutter backwards as the man’s brains were blown through. It wasn’t like the movies. His body just flopped and slammed down on the floor and in seconds the blue tarp was rolled up and dragged away, no time for the blood to soak into the auction room carpet.. Brandon put the gun down and clapped his hands.

Lloyd didn’t flinch…his eyes hid inside his cup.

You gagged and bent your head opening your mouth above Augusts spread knees, the floor not only covered in your urine was also granted a haul of your bile. The whiskey you finished from Lloyds cup came back up hard burning your throat.

Why wasn’t Lloyd arresting them there and then? Why didn’t he leave to call back up?

You trembled watching the detective standup and walk over to order a drink at a private bar. He was so vulnerable standing in the den. And he was wearing a wire that wasn’t even working and you couldn’t tell him. You were helpless, Lloyd was helpless.

“I could kill him right now if I wanted to…” August cooed as you sobbed with the shock of seeing a real person killed in front of your eyes on screen.

You wailed and turned your body away. Buring your face into his shoulder and begged, “Please don’t hurt him, please, dear god. I’ll do whatever you want!”

“Anything?” He sarcastically gasped.

Your whimpered, “Yes!”

He was laughing and humming while he was toying with what he’d do to you. He bounced his knee you were on forcing you to land hard on your crotch and gasping everytime your clit made contact with his thigh and knee.

When he stopped, he pinched your wet inner thigh, “Call me Daddy you piss soaked slut.”

You nodded and tried to slow your meltdown, “O-okay d-daddy, I will.”

“Are you sorry for trying to trick me, whore?” He said harshly.

Your chin shook as you choked out, “S-so sorry daddy. Please forgive me.”

He liked that with how he grunted and moaned.

“I guess I should huh? You come in here, looking for dirt, but you win me gold.”

He pushed you off his lap. You were scared and embarrassment. The feeling of the wet that ran down your legs was drying up, yet the puddle that was drying up was huge. The scent was pungent. Your legs were weak and wobbly. You stumbled and grabbed your clutch with your phone inside.

You heard him clear his throat and flinched when he stated, “We are going back to my office. I have wipes, and spare clothes.”

That would’ve sounded nice except you knew better, you knew he’d just rape you in there…and with these sketchy men in the auction room you could only imagine what else August had business in. Human trafficking on top of all these other crimes wouldn’t have entirely surprised you.

You needed to find a way to get away. Since Lloyd still hadn’t gotten the back up he promised, you knew you would need to abandon him too. Guilt filled your belly, you worried for the cop’s safety, but it came to the dilemma…would you risk this for the chance to save his life, or save yourself and pack up and run for it with the cash he had given you. The amount of money in your clutch could buy you a ticket up north all the way to Townsville. You hardly could imagine a British man like August in the sweltering heat of northern Queensland…only issue? It was a perfect place to hide a body. Sugar cane fields were burned daily up there. If you wanted to dump a body, it would be perfect and convenient…you thought about moving in the opposite direction to New South Wales. The Blue Mountains had a cult you had heard of, maybe they could hide you from him.

“Y/N,” August broke you from your thoughts, he touched your chin and matched your gaze, “Did you hear me? I’m going to clean you up, sort you out.”

You took a ragged breath in and nodded, “Y-yes da-dad-" you gulped loudly, "daddy.”

He smirked and pressed his mouth to yours, pulling back with a sigh, he murmured, “That’s a good girl.”

He placed his hand on your back and moved you forward to the entrance door.

Your fingers reached out and touched the handle. Your other hand was clenching your bag tightly. It was only a door…But the knob turned, and you were faster than him. You slammed it shut behind you when you rushed out the door. You raced and shoved people aside. You heard him rip and bang the door open. You felt his heavy feet chasing behind you.

You felt so fucked! Your heart was palpating, and your thighs were chaffing with that sour smell of your pee dress soaked. You almost slipped down the stairs but managed to get to the bottom before seeing him starting to run down from the top.

Guests were staring but who cared? The party was wild and many just giggled thinking it was a big game.

It wasn’t a game though, truly you believed now he was going to kill you and Lloyd if you didn’t get out now. You had no idea where that auction room was hidden. You could grab him and bolt. These seconds were precious, and you just needed to get out onto the street.

You got to the bar and as you ran forward, you saw the fire alarm off the side. You slammed a fist down hard and bolted for the exit. Sprinklers went off wild, the rain made the party wet and all the main lights activate blinding half of the club. The other guests became frantic hearing the chance of a fire happening. Everyone was starting to rush out of the club with you. You swore and hoped that Lloyd was going to be able to get out safely too.

There was no way you’d be able to go home tonight. You were a dead woman walking with the content of your phone and the murder you witnessed. You tried to find an uber driving past but the fear that August was behind you made you keep moving.

You kept running even as you got outside in the cold air. The sound of car horns and lights of the streets were chaotically plaguing your mind. You didn’t have a clue where you were running. You just kept going. There were roads totally dead and quiet, you ran across without pressing any walking buzzers. You needed to find safety. Your feet raced down pavement paths until they hit the soft dewy grass of the park. The parkour park was near the train lines, you could hear the rattling wheels and noisy horn of a passenger train go through, leaving it impossible to tell if someone was following you… But you heard could him, you swore you could hear his catching breath and hear those leather shoes sprinting behind you.

You squealed in the dark as your ran past an empty children’s playground. He was big and he was fast. You felt his hand in the air trying to grab you and successfully you dodged him. You rushed down a street of abandoned shops and tripped over a groove in the ground that you missed in the ground.

And that’s how this all started don’t you see? Don’t you remember?...

A rush of air sucked out from your lungs as your hands and knees collided with the gravel pavement. Your stupid kitten heel snapped and your handbag had flown a couple metres in front of you.

Your heart thudded against your ribs as you poorly attempted to catch your anxious breath.

“Dumb. Very stupid. I perceived you to be smarter than this…” his voice dripped into your burning hot ears.

He was behind you, you knew that…with his hands in his suit pockets. His expensive leather shoes crunched on the rocky path the closer he neared you.

You hissed when the chilly night air whistled against your cut up palms. Blood rose up from your skin, shining in the light of the city lamp. You flinched as his two fingers traced along your spine and pressed harshly down on the back of your neck.

With watery eyes, you watched him walk pass and collect your handbag. His lithe fingers dove inside and pulled out the phone. His lips pursed as he let it fall from his hand before crushing it under his foot.

The salty tears raced down your cheeks, gliding into your trembling mouth.

If only you could’ve screamed for help. If only there was someone in the park to see what had unfolded.

A hiccup escaped you and he softly cooed, “It’s alright now, I think it’s about time you received an education, my darling.”

You shook your head and felt the rise of bile in your throat.

“Please,” you begged with a rasp voice, “I won’t tell anyone. Let me go. I swear I won’t go to the police, just let me go!”

He tutted his tongue and wagged his finger. He crouched down, his soft hand combed into your sweat soaked hair and tugged your head up. Your eyes met his icy gaze.

Hopelessness filled you. Begging had fallen on deaf ears.

“That’s right, you won’t tell anyone…but I’m not finished with you yet.”

As a gasp lifted from your lips he chuckled, “You’re precious if you think I’m letting you go after seeing that.”

His cold palm grabbed the sides of your throat and began to choke you. As the oxygen was restricted, your little hands clawed desperately at his callous hand. Your feet flailed against the gravel. Tears raced down your face. It was impossible to scream out without any air to cry with. With every passing second, a dizzy blanket was clouding your mind and filling your eyes with black spots. His glare made your knees buckle. Exhaustion from fighting was taking over, your nails left his hands, your eyes were finding it difficult to stay open. Eventually your lashes shut, and you let your mind drown in the airless space of time....

Unknown...Unknown...August 2024, Brisbane.

You thought he had killed you. You genuinely believed as the blood pulverised your skull, he had choked you to death.

You felt cold and hungry…the smell of hot Chinese food woke you up.

You curled up in a tight ball, hugging your naked body. Your couldn’t see anything. Your face had been blind folded. Your mouth was chewing on something long, some type of rubbery gag. And around your neck you felt a tight squeeze and the bite of a chain…a collar? Your fingers tried to pull them off but they were tied around your head and you felt the cold shape of padlock..

The carpet scuffed.

Someone was in the room, getting up from a chair. You heard a masculine breath and you trembled covering your chest and cupping your last as your curled back up in a ball.

You were laying on a soft blanket and mattress.

You whined as a warm human finger raced down your arm and the hand splayed out over your skin.

“Good morning, pet…I’m glad I was here to see you wake up,” you heard August moan.

You felt his fuzzy moustache tough the corner of your gaged lips.

You flinched and rubbed your face into the pillows above you.

The chain moved and taunted you backwards until you sat up so you could breathe.

His hand touched your inner thigh, you felt the bed tilt to his weight.

“I bet you’re hungry, I could hear your tummy growl for quite some time before you woke up.”

You felt his fingers unlock the gag and pull it down your chin.

You gasped and enjoyed the ability to breathe properly again. You were still stuck in total darkness however.

You heard a fork clinking with a bowl. You could hear August blow on the hot food and were told to open up.

Your lips parted and your tongue was touched by the greasy goodness of Chinese honey chicken.

You chewed and tore off the meat from his fork.

“Another,” he said as he fed you some more.

Your hands reached out to hold the fork yourself before you heard him casual say, “Keep those paws down, I haven’t given you permission to use them.”

Your might’ve been blindfolded but you knew he was looking at your body. You lifted your knees up to your chin and tapped your arms around your legs.

A cold bottle of water was pushed to your lips and your mouth greedily suckled it down. You knew it could be laces with drugs but your mouth was dry and you knew you were dehydrated.

You gaspingly asked as the bottle was pulled away, “Are you going to kill me?”

You didn’t want to die but it wasnt your choice. You knew this process would be quicker and easier if you allowed death to come…you would rather die than have to succumb to rape.

“No puppy…not today.”

You didn’t feel relief. Actually you felt your chest shake as you tried to hold back your crying.

Your heard him out the fork down and felt him come onto the bed. He pulled you into his arms and let you sob. He rubbed your back and hushed you gently.

It took everything in you to not fight him…you sagged into his touch and let him hold and rock you until you composed your tears.

You should fight him…if he’s going to kill you…go out with a fight.

“Would you like some more food?” He asked and you meekly nodded, “Yes please.”

He tutted and softly scolded, “That’s not how we ask now is it?”

You couldn’t see him but your fist flew up and caught him in his shoulder, “If you th-think I’m going to call you ‘daddy’…you’re fucking nuts!”

And you truly readied yourself for the beating of a lifetime…rather…his fingers moved up and unlocked your blindfold, pulling it off your head.

You winced as the bright light of day pelted your eyes…

He was sitting on the bed. A long button up shirt with rolled up sleeves and dress pants still wearing his leather shoes. His fingers pinched your chin.

“Still want to be a bad girl?”

You realised he expected an answer. And bravely your jerked your chin away.

“You can rape me, cut me, kill me...I’m not calling you fucking ‘daddy’!” You slapped his hand away and crawled to the other side of the bed feebly. You shrieked as he slapped your naked ass hard and laughed.

“That’s alright… I’ll talk to you again in a few more hours.”

He pushed you down and slapped your hands. He put the blind fold and the gag back on. He took the cup and Chinese food away….he left you…vulnerable and nude on the bed. Alone with your thoughts for the next few hours.

 Unknown...Unknown...August 2024, Brisbane

He left you blind folded for hours right? Or was it just thirty minutes? You couldn’t tell…blind folded and gagged. You could move your arms and blindly crawl around the bed but the chain would grow taunt if you tried to climb off the mattress. You considered hanging yourself…would it have been easier to just let him find your corpse then wait to be raped?

You rolled around and felt around the covers. You were helpless and scared. For all you knew he could’ve been watching you quietly.

Your crying was muffled with the gag between your teeth. Drool dropped down your chin and dribbled to your chest. You kept wiping it up feeling revolted with yourself.

You tugged and pulled the chain, yet no freedom was granted in your attempts. You grew tired, the panic in your chest exhausted you.

Hesitantly you pulled the duvet back and wiggled yourself in between the massive pillows, you fell asleep…and it was daunting.

It didn’t help that you couldn’t tell when you drifted off to sleep and the first thing you saw was dad. He was coming home from work and you were in the lounge room flicking through the tv channels. When you saw him come through the door your were scared it was August, but seeing your dad made your heart burst with joy. Relief and peace clouded your mind.

“it was all a bad dream!” You said as you got off the couch and raced to hug your father. He was never much of a hugger, that was okay…

His hand pat your back and you sobbed, “It was so awful dad! I thought you had died, everyone said you were dead but I knew there was no way. Thank god it was just a bad drea-”

He was skinny …you hugged him tight …why did he feel so hard and sharp around his body?

“Dad, I missed you,” you licked your lips, “come on I’ll make you something to eat, why are you so thin?” You moved your head back and screamed. His work shirt was stained in blood and his skin and muscle were rotting off his body. His cheeks were hallow and the tip of his nose was gone. His eyes totally white. A slice settle on his face. He opened his mouth slowly to speak and a rotting tongue rolled out over his chin.

You kept screaming and saying “No!” Over and over again. You moved backwards and fell over on a bowl of porridge. His body fell forward on top of yours.

You couldn’t breathe from the fear. The dream went dark in shadows and it clicked that perhaps you’d woken up. But you weren’t entirely sure. You kicked your legs and curled up in a ball. You wailed and hiccupped. The gag in your mouth brought your mind back to where you were. Where you’d been trapped. You hit the mattress over and over in frustration and anger.

“Lmph ma gaoh!” let me go, you howled.

Your knees trembled and you felt nauseas. You shook your head, trying to fight the vomit that could be rising to your chest. You knew if you vomited it would go everywhere and some might stay inside your mouth or throat or up into your nose.

 You whimpered, “Peaff!” Please!

Your body tightened…you felt your bowels grow sore and your bladder tight.

Dread filled your mind with the harsh reality that if you don’t get off the bed you were going to be sitting in your own fluids. It cracked your mind….it broke your own heart…you started to scream knowing what your kidnapper wanted to hear..

“Daffy! Peaf half mah!” Daddy please help me, you bawled over and over while your legs crossed tightly and you tried to hold in your bowels. Your toes curled and your acrylic nails dug deep into the skin of your palm. You scolded yourself for letting at service woman Drew to convince getting your nails done.

It was agony, holding in for so long. Your hands cupped yourself in hopes to stop any form of self leaking.

But after the fifth or sixth begging sob…you felt his presence return. It was like he never left, you didn’t hear his feet walk over to you, you only felt his hands…he unlocked you from the chain and guided you to the guest toilet. He took off your gag and your mouth slackened. The drool that hit your feet and floor with a splat made your shoulders curl in humiliating embarrassment.

You were sat on the toilet seat. You knew he stood waiting. It made you feel worthless and disrespected, the lack of privacy as he watched you push your bladder and bowels.

And that wasnt even the worst of it.

Reaching for toilet paper to the side of you, your hands were slapped away. You heard the roll move and a quick tear. You held out your hand to take it but his hand touched your thick and you twisted away, choking on a sob….the sick fucker wouldn’t let you wipe your own body... As he wiped the piss, you grabbed his wrist and tried to tug him away from your intimates.

“I’m not a baby,” you croaked quietly. You heard him hum, “I can do it myself”

“I know you’re not a baby…I just want to remind you this body belongs to me,” he murmured as he flushed the toilet paper away and you heard his hands wash under the running water of the sink.

Your knees bounced with anxious impatience. What was he planning to do to you?

He got you to your feet and guided you back. When the tiles became carpet you guessed you were being put back onto the bed.

He locked the chain back to the collar and whispered into your temple, “Just a moment.” You felt him move away and heard him drag something heavy from under the bed. Your stomach dropped and thought the worst.

He’s grabbing power tools…he’s going to chop and stab and beat me up and then dice me up into tiny pieces, you but your lips and let your tears flow.

“Wh-what’ are you going to do to m-me?” You dared to ask the maniac millionaire.

You flinched at his echoing chuckle, “Just tie you up for now, but let’s see where that takes us? You were talking in your sleep, did you know you do that?”

Your shoulders shook and you curled. You moved back to the head of the bad and clenched the fabric tightly. You felt him dropping things on the bed. His torture tools….

“Please don’t do this,” you tried to beg, “I haven’t done anything wrong. I just want to go h-home please.”

You hated the weakness in your voice. A part of you was angry and demanding you to claw his eyes out and fight to the death. You just weren’t sure what was the right thing to do anymore. What was the least painful.

Warm fingers brushed along your shoulder, and you gasped a little too loudly, he laughed.

“Easy now, I’m just taking off the blindfold, or would you prefer I leave it on?”

Your eyes watered under the fabric, your voice broke out into a whimper, "Off please..."

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Short Stories

A little cuddle session (Gender/Sexuality Friendly)

Potential Yandere x Abused Fem!Reader

Quiet Tsundere x Reader

Yandere Villian x Identified Female Reader 

I’ve Missed You Beloved (Jack Sparrow x Gender Neutral Reader)

Newt Scamander x Black Female Reader (Oneshot)

Afraid of My Words (Request : Billy Loomis x Black Female Reader)

Give Yourself To Me (August Walker x Black Female Reader)

Second Chance (Gally x Black Female Reader)

Lets Play a Game (Albert Shaw x Black Female Reader)

A Routine (Brahms x Black Female Reader)

Yandere Blurbs

he's obsessed (yandere blurb)

loves you. hates them. (yandere blurb)

a thrill ride of obsession (yandere blurb)

its the stalker (yandere blurb)

missing items (yandere blurb)

what if your stalker loses the remaining piece of human decency he has left (yandere blurb)

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Later

Summary: You meet a strange man in your hallway

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader

Word Count: approx. 1.6k

Warnings: Mild smut (kissing), implied smut, threats of violence

Authors note: Okay, I have been blocked for a long time. I forced myself to write this to try to get over it. It's got problems, but at least I bloody wrote something 🤣

Thanks to @augustsprincess for the idea for this story. Thanks to @nashibirne for her encouragement and support. Thanks to @amberangel112 for Beta reading.

I only gave this a quick edit, there will be errors.

Masterlist

As you press the button for your floor on the elevator, you yawn. It was well after 2am and although it had been a great night out with friends, you were looking forward to a shower and some sleep.

You’re still yawning when the elevator doors open and you come face to face with a man you had never seen before. He was shoving a suit jacket behind one of the decorative plants with one hand, while loosening his tie with the other.

He draws a gun, points it at you, his eyes narrow as they quickly look you up and down. You gasp and raise your hands instinctively, your keys slipping from your fingers, and falling to the floor with a jarring clink and jingle.

The gun stays firmly trained on you as his tie follows the jacket and he ruffles his smoothed down hair into messy curls before finally pulling his shirt out of his pants. It only took a second or two, but that was long enough for you to really look at him, noting his height, his obviously well maintained physique, the rough growth on his cheeks and the well maintained moustache on his lip. 

Slack-jawed, you stare at him, trying to make sense of the scene before you. It seemed as if he was trying to do the same, or at least was working out what he was going to do with you. Your eyes keep returning to the gun. His hand is bloody at the knuckles, split and bruised, and doesn’t waver or shake despite his hurried actions; instinctively you know it’s not the first time he’s handled a weapon, and he’s more than capable of using it.

There’s a noise in the fire escape, several pairs of heavy boots thudding on the stairs and muffled, hurried shouts. They’re here for him, there’s no doubt in your mind.

The elevator doors start to close and the man stops them with his surprisingly unscuffed black leather derby shoe. 

“Do you live on this floor?” he asks. His words were clipped for speed, but his tone was calm.

You nod. You don’t want to try to speak because you’re unsure if words or the violent scream that was poised at your throat would come out first.

Using the gun, he points to the floor. “Grab your keys, take me to your apartment.”

The thudding march in the fire escape gets louder, it won’t be long until they make it to your floor. Your eyes dart to the door to the stairwell, wondering if you should just wait until they get here and arrest him. But what if they weren’t cops, what if…

The frigid, smooth metal of the gun barrel rests against your cheek as the man brings your attention back to him. Your eyes meet his. They’re glacial blue and not as cold as the colour would suggest; calculating, intelligent, slightly unhinged, but not cold.

“They aren’t coming to save you, princess,” he says with a smirk tugging that the corner of his cruel mouth, “get the keys. Now.”

Closing your eyes you bend your knees and sink low, reaching blindly for the keys. As your hand closes around them, you vaguely wonder if your hand will stop shaking enough to be able to slide your key into your lock.

It proves to be an irrelevant thought, because as soon as you stand he takes the keys from you and asks you to show him which key it is and for your apartment number.

Pointing to the key with a quivering finger, you tell him the number with a wild voice, high pitched and trembling. You clamp your jaw together after you speak the words to keep the still threatening scream from escaping your lips.

With a jerk of the head, he indicates you should move and you head to your apartment on knees that scarcely hold you upright. Rounding the corner, you’re only a couple of feet away from your door when the sound of the fire escape door opens and slams shut and while you can still hear some people in the stairwell, the unmistakable sound of heavy boots are thudding against the low pile carpet of your hall.

You yelp and turn towards the man. His brows are low and his lips are pursed, then suddenly his features relax and his pink tongue sweeps swiftly over his now grinning lips.

“We don’t have enough time, you’ll have to just go with it. You can slap me later,” he says.

You barely have the time to register his words before his lips are on yours and he’s guiding you the final steps to your door and using the heavy weight of his body he holds you there. You panic, he’s probably about to get killed and you’re probably going to get caught in the crossfire and instead of making use of his gun, he’s kissing you.

Pressing the heels of your palms into his shoulders, you’re about to try to fight him off when you realise what he said. A large man in a suit rounds the corner, gun drawn and held ready in his outstretched hand. He stops short when he sees the two of you and lowering his gun a little he smirks.

It sinks into your brain why he kissed you. You feel like such an idiot. With a whimper of fear and a sigh of resignation, you close your eyes and force yourself to submit to his kiss.

The man groans in gentle approval when he notices you’ve relaxed. His lips, while firm and assertive, are smooth and plush as they glide over yours. Confidently, he deepens the kiss, teasing your lips to open with an insistent flick of the tongue that whips through your nerves and settles with a searing heat between your legs.

Your stiff and outstretched hands slacken, curl around his muscular shoulders. You moan softly as they move beneath his shirt, you could see he was a large man, but the hardness and definition of his muscles was not expected. Your hands wander, one to his neck where the rough prickles of his stubble sting deliciously against your fingers. The other trembles as it works its way down his arm and over the thick ball of his bicep as he tries to work the key into the lock.

There is a subtle click and the door at your back is no longer holding you up, replaced swiftly by a strong arm and large hand splayed across your back. Like he was leading you in a waltz, he spins you through the open door and, like a good dance partner, you follow without protest. 

Once inside your apartment, you expect him to let you go. Instead, he holds you against the wall of your hallway, his body leaning hard into you, and with a final potent stroke of his silky lips, he lifts his head.

You don’t know what you expected to happen next, kissing strangers to escape certain death was hardly your usual weekend scene, but having the man hum softly and lean his forehead against yours as he catches his breath was not what you expected.

“I have to fake a lot of things in my line of work,” he says, “but pretending to enjoy that was not one of them.”

“Oh,” you reply stupidly. “Thank you?”

Then he smirks and turns his head to peer through the peephole. He keeps you flush against the wall and you lean your head against it, closing your eyes as you try and make sense of it all. 

What was his line of work? What kind of job required you to fake things and be chased by gunmen? Was he a criminal? A hitman? A spy? An undercover detective? Do you even want to know?

A whispered curse and a tickle of whiskers against your skin was the only warning you had before his lips grazed your jaw and worked their way down your throat to the hollow at the base of your neck. You couldn’t help but imagine what that mouth would feel like as it moved up your thigh and between your legs. Your cheeks burn, and a low throbbing ache begins deep in your gut.

Then he steps back so swiftly you almost slide down the wall now that he wasn’t holding you up. Tilting his head slightly, he studies you with those shrewd and cool, but not cold, blue eyes.

“I owe you,” he says with sincerity. He straightens, rolling his shoulders slightly as he stretches his neck from side to side. He lets out a hard breath, planting his feet firmly. “I’m ready.”

“For what?”

His brows come together. “For you to hit me,” he explains, “I owe you.”

“I’m not going to hit you!”

Abruptly he turns and crosses the living room of your small apartment and looks out of the window. He opens it and carefully sticks his head out and looks swiftly up and down before pulling his head back inside and looks at you. He nods and in a few short strides he’s back in front of you, grinning broadly as he grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“I don’t like having an unpaid debt, but there is no time for negotiation right now. If you won’t hit me, then I suspect I could pay the debt in another way…” He trails off as he brushes his thumb over your lower lip.

You try to hold it back, but the memory of his kiss is too strong and you let out a soft whimper.

“Thought so,” he says and your face heats with embarrassment. He dips his head and traps your lower lip between his, drawing it briefly into his mouth before pulling away. “I’ll come back in a few days. I look forward to compensating you.”

Pivoting on his heel he’s back at the window, lifting a leg through and onto the fire escape. 

He pauses just long enough to say, “The name’s Walker by the way.”

Then he’s gone.

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Alternate Instincts Ch.11

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1176

Warnings: Panic attacks

Mike helped her put away what perishables she brought, which included a carton of about five dozen eggs that Sy appreciated as they were perpetually running low. They went through a lot of protein in that house with four very active Alphas, and he got the feeling they would be going through a lot more. A couple packs of steaks joined what was already in there, along with chicken and some fish. Girl had a healthy appetite. There was a slight disagreement on whose room her stuff would be going into, as all the bedrooms were spoken for. Not so much as they didn't want her things in their room, more they did and bickered amongst each other on who she would be staying with. In the end, she gave an annoyed sigh, rolling her eyes and grabbing her bags, setting them down in Mike's room and making him give a triumphant laugh, going to her and pulling her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her cheek. He went to pull back, but she reached up, touching his cheek gently and turned his face to hers, kissing him sweetly. His eyes closed, his arms tightened around her. A shiver raced down his spine as she pushed her fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands gently.

“Yep, there it is.” She said as she pulled away.

“What?” Mike asked, his voice slightly breathy.

“The feeling of fur.” She said, “I got it with all the others and I got it with you, too. I was kind of worried I wouldn't seeing as you're not an Alpha, but there it is.”

“Fur?” Walter asked, as they had followed her up the stairs to see where she was putting her things.

“Yeah, it felt like fur running over my mind and skin and I could see Mike's wolf for just a microsecond.” She said, “Black, not as stocky, but still big.”

“Damn, Stephanie.” He whispered, flattening his hands against her back. “And I thought I just wanted in your pants. But, fuck, sweetcheeks. This is a whole new feeling for me.”

“She's your Mate.” Walter said.

“It's not just that.” He said, “I want her to own me, I want to be hers.”

“Steph,” Sy started, “Did you...did you just claim Mike as your Beta?”

“I don't know what that means.” Stephanie said, still running her fingers through Mike's hair.

“Female Alphas not only have multiple Mates, but they also have Betas or Omegas that they claim.” August said, ”Sometimes they're also their Mates, sometimes they're not. Basically they're a pack within a pack. Not something we make common knowledge because there's too many negative connotations with “owning” someone, and humans wouldn't understand that it goes both ways.”

“Don't make me say it.”

“Yeah, we know, doll.” Sy said, “But you're wolf enough to claim Mike as your Beta.”

“You're my Alpha, babe.” Mike said, pulling her close and burying his face in her neck, “You're my Alpha, and I'm your Beta.” It all came crashing into her like a cartoon piano and she just about ripped herself away from him. “Steph?”

“I need some air.” She said, “It's a little too...close in here.”

“Are you all right?” Walter asked and she all but ran from the room, heading down the stairs and out the front door. It was quiet outside, the sun starting to set, casting the sky in reds and oranges.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. I want her to own me.

It was too much all at once, crushing in on her. Too much. Too heavy. She couldn't breathe, couldn't stop her mind from racing.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. I'm your Beta, you're my Alpha.

Her heart pounded in her chest so hard it hurt and she took in shaking breaths. Can't breathe. She was drowning, dying. Can't breathe. Can't breathe. Can't breathe.

“Easy.” A warm, heavy hand slid over her back. “Easy, darlin', you're gonna hit the deck.” She was pulled against a solid chest. “With me, Stephanie. Breathe with me.” His chest rose and fell in measured breaths and she slowed her breathing to match, swallowing heavily. In one two three four, out one two three four. “That's it. Keep breathin'.” In one two three four, out one two three four. The sound of his heart pushed though the loud buzzing in her head and she sank into him.

“Thank you.” She breathed and his cheek moved against her hair in a nod, his hand moving over her back in soothing motions.

“I had a lotta panic attacks after I'd get home from deployment. I know how to deal with'em.”

“Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she's okay, Mikey.” Sy said, “I think it just got to be too much for her.”

“I'm sorry.”

“It's not you, Mike. She ain't a wolf, her brain ain't wired to deal with it right away, and all this just came one after the other not leavin' her much time to process in between.”

“I'm sorry.” She said, her forehead pressed to his chest.

“Don't you apologize, baby. None of this is your fault.”

“But if I hadn't—”

“Hadn't what?” Sy asked, “Been born? Survived that accident by gettin' that transfusion? Babe, you're it for us. Some wolves don't have Mates, and if you weren't around for one reason or 'nother, we wouldn't have one either. It was always gonna be you, Stephanie. A thousand lifetimes, a thousand what-ifs, and it's always gonna be you.” She didn't know why, but hearing him say that made tears sting her eyes and she found herself sobbing quietly into his chest while he held her.

The tears eventually stopped and he pulled away only to look down at her.

"Better now?" He asked and she nodded. "Ready to go back inside?" Another nod and she slid her hand into his, lacing their fingers as they went back inside, her arm looped in Mike's.

"Are you okay?" Walter asked when they got inside and she nodded, still sniffling slightly.

"She just got a little overwhelmed, is all." Sy said and Walter nodded.

"Sy," Geralt said, "I looked into her landlord like you asked."

"And?"

"A lot of anonymous complaints of abuse, and there's a watch on him."

“Why'd you have him look into Frank?” Stephanie asked.

“Got a bad vibe from him.” Sy said with a shrug.

“Like a legit bad vibe, or “he's an Alpha wolf and is in daily close proximity to my Mate” bad vibe?” She asked and he paused as if thinking it over.

“A legit bad vibe.” He said, “And something he said don't sit right with me.”

“What did he say?” Walter asked.

“Verbatim?” Sy asked and he nodded, “If you infect her, she's mine.”

“Excuse me?” August asked.

“Fuckin' yeah.” Sy said and August pushed up from his seat. “Where you goin'?”

“Geralt isn't the only one with contacts in the Council.” He said as he headed for the stairs.

“Since when do you work for the Council?” Sy asked after him.

“I don't.”

[cavills-kitten]

...So am I - Chapter 12

Summary: You are a high ranking Agent with Interpol, happily enjoying your career and domesticity with Walter; but a link to your very dark past emerges. Will your long past connection to a dark August Walker threaten everything you have?

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Female Reader (called Veronica), Dark August Walker x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, BDSM, impact play, branding, dub-con, non-con, Oral, Fingering, Unprotected Sex. Dark August Walker x reader. Character death. “DEAD DOVE: Do Not Eat!”

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Chapter 12

Chapter 12

It seems like hours later when August returns, you’d been dressed and ready for dinner for a while.  The dress fits like a glove, the deep V in the front exposes the delicate curve of your breasts.  The rest of the dress hugs your curves, the long split exposing your leg up to your hip bone.

You’ve managed to hide the bruises with makeup, the only lipstick choice was a deep red-purple colour.  Despite everything, you feel sexy and powerful.  You know that you’ve been dressed for August’s pleasure, he always did enjoy seeing you dressed to attract attention, knowing that only he could have you.

Matching shoes and a clutch bag have also been provided.  You look at the spike heels on the shoes and wonder.  

August walks into the room, he’s dressed in a dinner suit, fighting the urge to roll your eyes you smile at him, vowing to play along until you’ve figured out what his end game is.  

“Are you ready Angel” his deep baritone fills the silence.  You nod and start to walk towards the door, suddenly you pause and look up at him, even in the heels you’re still so much smaller than he is.

“Just give me a minute,” you ask him and bolt for the bathroom shutting the door.  You hunt around for your jacket, relieved that you left it in here.  You grab some Kleenex and your pen, together with lipstick and powder and fill the clutch bag.  

You walk out, standing tall as you try to evoke an aura of power, you’ll need all your wits around you tonight, knowing how August likes power games.

August offers you his arm and you link it, feeling like you’re in some dream world.  

You get a good look at where you are, a large house or hotel, but it's empty.  There just seems to be you and August.  

August takes your hand and escorts you down the winding staircase, acting like a perfect gentleman.  You’re biting your tongue so hard you can almost taste blood, wondering what the hell was going on.

A short walk to the dining room and August finally lets go of your hand, he pulls your chair out and you sit at the table.  It's set for dinner, crisp white linen, silverware and a large lit candle making it seem like an intimate dinner for two.  You place your clutch bag on the floor, looking again at the spike heels you’re wearing.

August fiddles with his necktie, it’s strange to see the normally confident and arrogant man almost nervous.  You can’t help but study the web of scars over the side of his face.  Some of the smaller ones have healed, turning pink and white, but the larger ones still look red and angry.  Part of you feels sympathy for him, you’re starting to accept that part of you may well always desire him, possibly even love him.  You’ve spent years compartmentalising your past and feelings, part of you deep down knew it was never as simple as black and white, right and wrong.  

“Angel” August speaking draws you out of your thoughts.

“Yes, August, what do you want”

“Maybe I just wanted to have dinner with you” something flashes behind his eyes, you can’t quite determine what it is.

“Let’s have dinner then, pour me a drink please”  You sit back and cross your legs under the table, the movement causes the dress to gape even more, and you can see August’s gaze slide down over your body.

He moves and pours you a large glass of Chablis, chilled to perfection and absolutely delicious, you savour the flavour as it slips down your throat.  You can’t help but let out a satisfied sigh.

“You seemed to have calmed down, Angel, tell me what’s changed” 

“Nothing has changed August, I’m doing what you want, no more no less.” You fix your eyes on him.

“Tell me, was my cousin a deliberate choice, a poor substitute for me?” His voice takes on that hint of arrogance “Did Walter make you come like I did? Did you scream for him as you did for me?”

You grit your teeth, forcing the words out in a hiss “Don’t say his name, you’re not even worthy to clean his boots”

August sits back “Ah, you don’t like talking about him with me, embarrassed are you Angel?”

Sighing heavily, you respond “I didn’t know at first,” you take another gulp of wine “by the time he explained, we were serious about each other.  I don’t know why the fuck I’m telling you this by the way”

“Language Angel…” his tone is chiding 

“Oh fuck off August, I’ll say what the fuck I like.”  He chuckles lightly.

“Did you not realise the likeness? I’ve been told we’re quite similar visually”. 

You snort and reach again for the wine, you hadn’t noticed him refilling it.

“I was too busy trying to reassure him that the fact that he’d been unceremoniously fired from Counter Terrorism Command for some bullshit reason didn’t mean he was a bad person.” You fix August with a stare.

“A mutual colleague suggested he try Interpol and I had a certain freedom to hire whom I wanted.  The Met Police’s loss was my team’s gain.  Later he told me the real reason behind being stripped of his career, seems that being related to a terrorist isn’t a positive characteristic.” You finish with a sneer.

“A mutual colleague recommended him, hmmmm” August smirks and takes a drink

“Just say what you’re dancing around August, I’m bored already.”

“Ah Angel, but there’s no fun in that is there? I thought you were smarter than this”

A noise makes you turn to the doorway, a burly man stomps in with two plates and slams them down on the table.

Looking at the man with a raised eyebrow, you comment snarkily. “Where do you find them August, mercenary finishing school, they all have the same look and such impeccable manners?  Hope they don’t mind working for free, I’m sure you’ve disclosed your cashflow problems.”  The man slams the door on his way out, you smirk knowing he paid attention to your comments. 

“Your mouth has got worse Angel…” you interrupt him “Oh No, my mouth has got smarter and much tougher.”

You both begin to eat in silence, but you can’t stand it.  

“What is the plan August, what do you want.  I mean I know you want chaos and change and blah blah blah…what is the point of all this?”

He clears his throat “a helicopter crash and this…” he gestures to his face “makes one revisit one’s priorities.” He looks at you and you raise an eyebrow and nod for him to go on.

“I’m doing what I should have done all those years ago, with you.”  He goes over to the sideboard and opens another bottle of wine, walking back to refill your glass again.

“You were a means to an end, you know, at first” he’s standing beside you and reaches out to tilt your head up to him, you look up at him through your lashes, the position and closeness bringing back memories, making you clench with desire and feel nauseous at the same time.

“I’m not sure when it changed, but I should have explained more.  I realise now that we would have succeeded together.  The world can burn as we watch it together. “ He returns to his seat again.

“After you left, I was surprised, at how you managed it and at how it made me feel.  It takes someone…special to surprise me.  I know that bastard Solo helped you, I thought you were whoring yourself out for him as well.  I’d have dealt with him too but he is too well connected”.  August pauses, a sneer on his face.

“But then I realised that you wouldn’t have dared to give yourself to someone else.  You were scared, I understand that now.  I wouldn’t usually allow it, you leaving me like that, but I found myself missing you, not wanting to hurt you.  That surprised me.”

You watch him carefully, breathing heavily, your mind is reeling.  “August, let’s be honest with each other, for once.  You were using me, moulding me into your perfect little double agent and abusing me for your own ends.” Your voice cracks with emotion.

August’s ice blue eyes burn into yours, “You never told me to stop, Angel, you never said no.” his voice is softer now “You matched me every step of the way, we beckoned each other into the darkness.”

He stands and walks over to you again, pulling you up against him.  One hand holding you firmly against him, your bodies pressed together, his other hand strokes your face.  His lips are impossibly close to yours, his breath fanning across your face.  

“God, I’ve missed you, Angel,” his voice breaks  “I realised too late what you mean to me, you’re one of the things that kept me going as I crawled from that fucking helicopter crash.”

You grip his wrist as his hand still holds your face, you suddenly feel emotional, tears pricking your eyes.  His thumb drifts towards your lips and you can’t help but softly kiss the pad of his thumb.

“Angel, what we had, is the closest to love I’ve ever felt, the thought of seeing you again drove me forward….” He pauses and looks so broken.  You can’t help yourself, you crash your lips against his, feeling his surprise before he takes control of your kiss.  His tongue teasing your lips open, dancing into your mouth, he groans as you devour each other.

Your eyes flutter as your body remembers, remembers him, his touch, his smell.  His hands roam your body, roughly cupping your ass and pulling you even closer.  Your fingers graze over his scarred face, he pulls away and grips your wrist.  You feel compassion for him in this moment, for the man he could be, for the man he is, perfectly imperfect.  He must see it in your face as he lets your wrist go and you tenderly stroke his damaged face.  Dropping a soft feather-light kiss against his cheek, you admit the truth, to him and yourself.

“I never stopped loving you August, but what we did together…we bring out the worst in each other. You controlled me but I let you and I couldn’t stand the guilt.  No matter how I felt for you, I can’t live with your plan, it’s wrong.  You’re wrong.”

You pull away and sit down again, feeling lighter after finally being honest with yourself.  August stalks back to his chair.

“You seem so sure Angel, if I’m wrong then does that make you right?”  

You sigh taking another large drink of wine. “August, I don’t think I’m right, just that slaughtering millions of people is wrong.  That’s what makes you the sociopath.”  

“Again, Angel, if I’m a sociopath then what are you?” August is smirking, he’s enjoying our verbal sparring.

“Me? Hell I don’t know, maybe I’m just kinky” you grin at August and he laughs.  You smile wider at the sound and for a second he looks younger, more carefree.  For a moment you almost feel like you’re on a date, relaxed and enjoying yourself.  You reach for another drink of your wine and you can feel the smile leave your face.  Reality hits hard.

“So tell me then August, dazzle me with your magnificent plans.  You’re not still chasing plutonium around the globe after all this time?” You lean forward across the table, “tell me, how do you plan on liquidating that pile of gold bars, last time I checked, cash is still king.”  You see a flicker in his eyes and know you’ve hit a nerve.

Sitting back in your chair, you tilt your head at him patronisingly, ignoring his threats “It was one of the most satisfying things I have ever done.” 

You remain silent, he can’t help but ask “What was Angel”

“Hitting the button at the bank and watching all that liquid cash disappear out of your account.  You see that’s why I’m glad I ended up at INTERPOL, you CIA agents are all the same, always go for the top-secret, guns blazing option.”  You examine your nails, feigning nonchalance, “I just walked in the front door with a piece of paper and robbed you blind.”

A door slams followed by heavy footsteps, your eyes widen “uh-oh is that why mercenaries-r-us was so grumpy earlier, not paying the help?”

August stares at you, his features stony, any semblance of humanity has left his face.  His eyes are cold, you feel like it's the first time you’ve ever seen the truth behind the facade that is August Walker.  

His voice is harsh now, “oh Angel, you have no idea, do you? There is very little that the CIA doesn’t know, those in charge decide if they want to take action, pulling strings here and there, letting a bit of information slip out and then they watch their loyal employees run around doing their bidding, their dirty work, believing it’s for the greater good.”

He’s ranting now, you recognise it from all those years ago “someone sent on a wild goose chase over here, someone assassinated over there, someone placed undercover, it’s all about control, covering every possible eventuality.  It’s time it stopped.”

“Christ August still the same old story after all this time, we’re all human, just trying our best.”

It’s his turn to slam his fist down on the table, making you jump in your seat.  

“Angel, why are you so blind, why did the CIA turn to you? Walter being recommended to you?”

You grit your teeth, “Don’t mention his name, you fucking shot him, you psychopath” 

You’re both holding to your tempers, breathing heavily.  It feels like two predators circling, eyeing each other to try and spot a weakness, each making a small move only to retreat.  August’s arrogance lets him believe you’re still his prey, how wrong he is.

“You have no idea what I’ve done, what I’m going to do and exactly what I’m capable of.” His voice is flat, emotionless.  

August takes a deep breath, “Let's discuss what’s next, I know you, Angel, your dark side, you crave it.  You turn it in on yourself rather than be honest, to me, to yourself.  Just accept who you are and the relief is exquisite.”

With little to lose you decide to up the ante and try a different angle, you slowly let your tongue lick across your lower lip.  Now biting your lip you let your gaze become sultry, tilting your head to one side.  August smirks, he knows what you are doing.

He stands again and then kneels next to you, bringing his eyes to your level.  “No one has ever understood me like you Angel, accepted me fully.  Having you here now I feel more complete than ever, nothing will be able to stop us.”  

“No one has ever come as close as you to besting me, but you still have weaknesses, I’ll help you shed those, nothing will hold you back ever again.”  He reaches out and cups your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. 

His change of mood is giving you whiplash.

He clears his throat and stands, his eyes not leaving your face. “If it’s all right shall we forgo dessert, I’d prefer something…sweeter.” His voice is now deeper.  You look down as if unsure, and then feel concerned as your vision starts to go wavy.  

He holds out his hand, “How about an after-dinner drink first then?” As you stumble he helps you to stand and moves towards the sofa facing the window, gripping your clutch bag you follow him.

“Whiskey please August, make it a large one” you request and turn to stare out of the glass doors, looking into the darkness.  Feeling a little woozy from the wine, you’re drawn closer to the windows.  Watching the trees in the distance, the darkness, you think you can see movement but then an owl calls out, a brief flash of light draws your gaze but you shake your head after seeing nothing but stillness out there.  You feel lightheaded and so tired, you usually have a high tolerance for wine and you don’t think you drank that much.

August returns and he hands you a tumbler of Whiskey.  You swirl the dark amber liquid, inhaling the aroma, you catch a whiff of something unusual but in a second it's gone.  August takes a step closer, you can feel his warm body pressed against you, and his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you back even closer to him.  You can feel his warm breath against your neck, the smell of his cologne surrounding you.

You take a large drink, wincing slightly at the burn and frowning at the strange aftertaste.  “Tell me Angel” August is whispering to you, his lips so close you can feel them brush against your neck as he speaks “have you missed this” and he grinds against you, pressing his hard length against your ass.

Your heart is pounding as you drain your drink.  Feeling incredibly relaxed you lean back against August, closing your eyes.  The glass falls to the floor, but something in the back of your mind makes you grip tighter to your bag in your other hand. 

You hum as warm lips caress your neck, licking and sucking.  A large hand slides along your dress, taking advantage of the deep plunge neck, slipping inside to cup a breast.  Your nipple hardens instantly, making you moan softly.  You’re floating on a cloud of desire, wetness pooling in your expensive underwear.  His rough fingers roll your nipple.

“Angel, shall I make you feel good” his voice is rich and deep.  “Shall I make you writhe against me in ecstasy?”.  The suggestion makes your mouth go dry with need.  “All you need to do is talk to me.” You’re now grinding back against him, needing more stimulation, your body is on fire with desire.  “You know that only I can satisfy you, you need to please me first.”

Your mind feels so foggy, you were just doing something, it’s important.  Then his large hand pinches your nipple making you gasp, his other hand is working into the split in your dress, digging inside your panties.  A thick finger caresses your folds, deliberately avoiding your bundle of nerves.  An involuntary moan escapes from your lips as you turn to jelly in his arms.

“Angel” the voice whispers “I know you want to orgasm, so badly, just listen to my voice and you can have anything you want” The finger presses down on your clit, making your whole body jolt as a wave of wetness drips from your pussy.

The voice groans, rocking a hard dick against you.  Something is stuck in your mind, you have to… the finger moves from your pussy and you wail in need.  You’re being held against his rock-hard body, there is something not right.

The deep voice caresses your senses, “I’ll touch you again, but you have to tell me, who else knows about me.”

Your mouth is open as you try and think about what you’re being asked.  The need in you is burning, a fire raging deep inside.  He firmly grinds against you, his hard cock pressing along your ass cheeks.  You can’t think clearly, you need some air, you let your body fall limp and you slip out of his grasp and stumble to the doors, somehow opening them.  You drag lungfuls of cold air into you, the cold easing the burning fire inflaming your body.

An alarm is ringing shrilly, you look around the darkness outside, seeing two men dressed in black advancing on you.  You’re walking backwards, your eyes on August, you just need a minute to think!  

You look as August stalks towards you, you can see the imprint of his huge cock, erect and proud in his trousers.  The need for him pools inside you and you stumble slightly, not knowing why you can’t go to him, you’re torn between needing him to touch you and needing to get away from him.

“Don’t touch her, you’ll mess up the suggestions” August snarls at the men.  Your eyes widen, you can feel the start of the fog clearing, and you can see the edges of what is happening to you in your mind.  All the time you’re slowly edging backwards away from August.

“Angel, listen to me, just focus on my voice, how you feel when I touch you” August is holding out his hand to you, “Answer my question, who else knows about me, how you found me”

You open your mouth to answer, then the words die in your throat as you recall Walter’s voice.  You look around frantically not seeing him, your hand still gripping your clutch bag so tightly it’s shaking.

“Stop this August, please” you beg, “I don’t know what’s happening”

“Angel, stop fighting this and give in to me, you know you want to” his voice is like velvet, soothing and rich “don’t make me show you how dangerous I am”

Suddenly making a decision you turn and take off running, as fast as you can in your stupid heels.  Shoes tapping on the stone are followed by August’s heavier thuds.  You reach a low wall and try and climb over it but the shoes and the dress are in the way, making you slip.  You cry in frustration and pain, the burning desire is still fuelled deep inside of you, and you turn to face August.

He presses against you, easily lifting you off your feet, “I warned you, Angel, now it won’t be as pleasant.”  You’re hitting him and trying to kick him, but he ignores you like a lion ignores a fly.  

“Stop, I don’t want this” you sob.

“The drug will damage you unless you have an injection of oxytocin and dopamine, it makes you pliant to suggestions, to telling the truth….”

You scream at August as he spins you around and bends you over the garden table, you drop your bag as you brace yourself, feeling the rough wood under your palms.

You can feel his hand roughly lifting your dress, fingers digging into your ass painfully.  A large hand is pinning you flat against the table.  

You turn your head to try and look at him, you can see your bag spilled open on the table and you reach for your pen.

“August, don’t do this…” you struggle against him.

You hear a zipper and feel his dripping cock against your thighs, the sensation causes to you gasp and shiver.  It feels so good, and it will only feel better if you let him fuck you.

“A useful side effect is sexual arousal Angel, it's a fantastic interrogation tool,” he leans over you, his lips close to your ear “I want you to beg me”.  He tugs harshly on your underwear, ripping them from you, groaning in your ear “this could have been so much more pleasant Angel”

You squeeze the pen in your hand so hard it hurts, you moan and at the same time remove the pen lid.  You fight to keep hold of your thoughts.  It's on the tip of your tongue to beg him, beg him to ruin you, it will feel so good.  You’ve never felt so needy.

He drags his cock between your thighs, coating himself in your juices, “It's for your own good Angel, the other antidote is pleasure, it makes your brain release the right chemicals.”  You cry out as he brushes the tip of cock against your clit, the burning cools for a moment.

“August”, you gasp “let me see you please.”

He spins you over and stands between your spread legs, his dick hanging hard and dripping. You lift yourself up on one elbow and the sight of your glistening cunt with his cock so close causes the desire to flare again.

It hurts, so much; you just want it to stop.  He rubs himself between your dripping folds, one swift thrust and he’s buried deep inside of you, making you scream and convulse under him.  He brings his face close to yours, revelling in the power he has over you.  

“Told you I was dangerous Angel” he whispers inches from your face.

You look up at him, bringing the hand holding your pen higher, without its lid it's your hidden covert blade. “So am I August” you hiss and quickly plunge the blade into his carotid artery and out again.  It all happens in a split second it seems, he stands and steps back, hands flying to his neck as dark red blood pumps from the hole.  You’re frozen in shock.

He starts to call out to his men, but three quick whooshing noises make you look into the darkness.  You’re hit with a spray of blood as August’s head explodes with the first shot.  You watch, screaming as he falls backwards, hand still clutching his throat, ice blue eyes staring.  He’s dead before he hits the floor.

You look for his men and see them lying dead on the ground.  You can’t understand what has happened, the pain in your body returns and the heat burns you.  Your head is pounding, and your vision going white.  You fall to the floor and curl up into a ball, moaning in pain.

You can hear a helicopter land, the noise of boots on the ground, and radios hissing.   A grim face covered in camo paint fills your sight, the short buzz cut and bushy beard seem familiar, a voice calls out “Captain” as you finally succumb and pass out.

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🩷 Bastard Of A Leak

• Captain "Luke" Syverson x Reader

• Rating: fluff

(I just really like making edits okay?)

Bucky's Reaction to Reader's Goth Home

• Buck goes to reader's house for the first time.

❤️‍🔥 Lil' Smut Drabble

❤️‍🔥 Lil' Smut Drabble 2

No description of characters other than gender

Female x Male

Lil' Fluffy Eddie Munson blurb

Read My Poetry <3

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2023 Stellar Awards Set to Premiere on Stellar Network on July 30, BET on August 6, and Bounce TV on September 3rd

Stellar Awards 2023 Co-Hosts Jonathan McReynolds & Tasha Cobbs Leonard. Photo Credit: Earl Gibson, Courtesy of Central City Productions.

            CELEBRATING EXCELLENCE IN GOSPEL MUSIC: WINNERS OF THE 38TH ANNUAL STELLAR GOSPEL MUSIC AWARDS REVEALED, WITH PASTOR MIKE, JR. SWEEPING THE CEREMONY WITH EIGHT TROPHIES

      Other Multiple Winners Include DOE and Zacardi Cortez with Three Awards; Maverick City Music x Kirk Franklin and Tye Tribbett with Two Trophies Each 2023 Stellar Awards Set to Premiere on Stellar Network on July 30, BET on August 6, and Bounce TV on September 3rd

     LAS VEGAS, NV – The highly anticipated 38th Annual Stellar Gospel Music Awards, the “Greatest Night in Gospel Music,” culminated in a spectacular celebration of talent, faith, and inspiration. Hosted by Jonathan McReynolds and Tasha Cobbs Leonard, the 2023 Stellar Awards captivated audiences with powerhouse performances and heartfelt moments that brought the power of Gospel music to life. During a star-studded ceremony held at the Las Vegas Orleans Arena, the winners in nine categories were awarded statues, highlighting the remarkable achievements and contributions of Gospel music artists and industry professionals.

        The show opened with an electrifying performance of "Miracles'' and "Impossible" by Kierra Sheard Kelly and Pastor Mike Jr., the night's biggest winner. Pastor Mike, Jr. earned eight awards for his work on the album “Winning,” released under Blacksmoke Music Worldwide. The project was named Album of the Year and Contemporary Album of the Year, while Pastor Mike, Jr. also took home the prestigious Song of the Year Presented by McDonald’s, Artist of the Year Presented by AT&T Dream In Black, Male Artist of the Year, Contemporary Male Artist of the Year, Music Video of the Year, and Rap/Hip Hop Song of the Year awards.

      DOE, who entered the industry with her family as a member of the group Forever Jones, praised her way to solo success earning three trophies, including the Albertina Walker Female Artist of the Year Presented by Walmart, Contemporary Female Artist of the Year, and Urban/Inspirational Single or Performance of the Year for her album “Clarity,” released under Life Room Label/RCA Inspiration. Zacardi Cortez also brought home three statues, earning awards for Traditional Male Artist of the Year Presented by Bevel (a P&G Brand), Traditional Album of the Year, and Praise and Worship Song of the Year for his album “Imprint,” on Blacksmoke Music Worldwide.

       The collaborative effort of Maverick City Music x Kirk Franklin resulted in their joint album “Kingdom Book One” on Tribl Records/Fo Yo Soul Recordings/RCA Inspiration winning in two categories: Duo/Chorus Group of the Year Presented by P&G and Contemporary Duo/Chorus Group of the Year.

            Tye Tribbett. Photo Credit: Earl Gibson, Courtesy of Central City Productions.

        Tye Tribbett also brought home two awards, including Producer Of The Year Presented by Aflac and Recorded Music Packaging Of The Year for his project “All Things New,” released by Motown Gospel.

         Lena Byrd Miles earned the New Artist of the Year award for her My Block Records project “Brand New;” Bishop T.D. Jakes won Special Event Album Of The Year for his project “T.D. Jakes Presents ‘Finally Loosed’ on Dexterity Sounds; co-host Tasha Cobbs Leonard won Praise And Worship Album Of The Year for her work on “Hymns,” released by TeeLee Records/Motown Gospel; Lecrae’s work on "Church Clothes 4" with Reach Records earned him a trophy for Rap Hip Hop Gospel Album Of The Year.

           Additional categories were awarded during the Stellar Awards Pre-Show festivities. Dottie Peoples received the Ambassador Dr. Bobby Jones Legends Award, and Dr. Teresa Hairston paid tribute to the late Keith “Wonderboy '' Johnson as she announced the winner for Quartet of the Year, which Johnson won posthumously for his project "Restructure, Renew Reunion” on Blacksmoke Music Worldwide. More artists and Gospel radio professionals who received Stellar Award statues this year were announced; a complete list of winners is available at www.stellarawards.com.

          In addition to the award recipients, special honorees were recognized for their invaluable contributions to the Gospel music industry. CeCe Winans received the prestigious Aretha Franklin Icon Award Presented by State Farm, recognizing her exceptional talent and enduring impact. Winans also gave a moving performance of her song “Goodness of God,” from her album “Believe For It.” Reverend Dr. Milton Biggham was honored with the James Cleveland Lifetime Achievement Award Presented by Verizon in recognition of his lifetime dedication to spreading the uplifting message of Gospel music. Additionally, Ambassador Dr. Bobby Jones was presented with the Thomas A. Dorsey Most Notable Achievement Award, acknowledging his outstanding contributions and influential career.

          Natalie Grant. Photo Credit: Earl Gibson, Courtesy of Central City Productions.

        Show co-hosts McReynolds and Cobbs Leonard delivered huge performances that will uplift and inspire audiences worldwide, while Walmart’s Black and Unlimited platform provided viewers with an exclusive Reunion Tour preview performance featuring Franklin, Tribbett and Israel Houghton brought the house down! Viewers can also look forward to powerhouse performances by Charles Jenkins, DOE, Dottie Peoples, Isaac Carree, Jevon Dewand and The TrapStarz, Kierra Sheard-Kelly, Naomi Raine, Natalie Grant, Maranda Curtis, Tim Bowman Jr. & Faith City Music, Zacardi Cortez, and Zak Williams & 1 Akord. Performing on the AT&T Emerging Voices stage, Byrd Miles, Bishop S.Y. Younger, and Victory will delight viewers with their rich vocals and undeniable stage presence.

       Presenters for the evening include Adrienne Bailon-Houghton, Marvin Sapp, Lady Tramaine Hawkins, Brian Courtney Wilson, Erica Campbell, Isabel Davis, James Fortune, Koryn Hawthorne, Jason Clayborn, NOTKARLTONBANKS, Shirley Caesar and Travis Greene.

     Naomi Raine performs. Photo Credit: Earl Gibson, Courtesy of Central City Productions.

          AT&T Dream in Black proudly serves as the presenting sponsor for the 38th Annual Stellar Awards. Additionally, esteemed companies such as Aflac, GM, Procter & Gamble, Johnson & Johnson, McDonald's, St. Jude Children's Research Hospital, Spotify, State Farm, Verizon, and Walmart joined as supporters of this year's program.

      The 38th Annual Stellar Gospel Music Awards celebrates the rich diversity and unwavering spirit of Gospel music, showcasing its profound impact on audiences worldwide. The winners and honorees exemplify the power of faith, talent, and dedication within the Gospel music community. This year's ceremony will touch the hearts of viewers across the nation when it premieres on the newly launched Stellar Network on Sunday, July 30 at 6 p.m. ET (available on Charter Spectrum, Verizon Fios, and Xumo Play), followed by a broadcast on BET on Sunday, August 6 at 8 p.m. ET and on Bounce TV on Sunday, September 3 at 1 p.m. ET. 

        The show will also be broadcast nationally from August 7, 2023, to September 10, 2023, through TV syndication. The Stellar Awards Blue Carpet Special hosted by Jekalyn Carr and will be televised on Stellar Network on July 30 at 5 p.m. ET. Viewers may check with their local provider for availability.

       The 38th Stellar Gospel Music Awards show is Executive Produced by Don Jackson, with Jennifer J. Jackson serving as Executive in Charge of Production and Producer. Michael A. Johnson serves as Producer and Director.

        For more information about the Stellar Gospel Music Awards, please visit www.stellarawards.com. Stay connected and follow the Stellar Gospel Music Awards on social media: @thestellars on Instagram and Twitter, and Stellar Gospel Music Awards on Facebook.

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The Adventures of David Dashiki- Stories of an African America Hero... 2024- Year of the Black Man Aaaahhh! But What To Read ?

READING...

We have agreed that reading is our starting point. Then, here are some essential and brilliant authors that you must possess in your quiver as ammunition in the battle against illiteracy. Make no mistake, this is scholastic warfare. An ill-equipped reading warrior is only armed for his own demise. Secondly, on the battlefield, we must be able to fluently communicate. We must speak the same language. One cannot speak Swahili and the other, French. This type of preparation would only lead to disaster of major proportions.

Garvey is the primer. Other authors of significant fame and reputation that our young readers must master are: Arna Bontemps, Claude Brown, Ralph Ellison, Richard Wright, Alex Haley, Ta-Nehisi Coates, August Wilson, Malcolm X, Nelson Madela, W.E.B. DuBois, Calvin Baker, Junius Edwards, Yosef Ben-Jochannan, Harold Cruse, Maulana Karenga...

Female Authors: Alice Walker, Amanda Gorman, Toni Morrison, Chi Mammanda, Ngozi Adichie, Bell Hooks, Audre Lorde, Lorraine Hansberry, Terry McMillan, Ntozake Shange, Jesmyn Ward, Angela Davis, Ida B. Wells, Claudia Tate, Dorothy Koomson, Cheryl Clarke, Sioban Brooks, Elaine Brown, Ruby Bridges, Rosa Parks, Dorothy Porter...

Poetesses: Nikki Giovani, Maya Angelou, Phyllis Wheatley, Mari Evans...

Poets: Langston Hughes, Amiri Baraka, Paul Laurence Dunbar, Countee Cullen. Jean Toomer

We must read so that we can survive the myths. We live in a country in which myths about our character and industry have been propagated for centuries. History has not told our story with veracity and pride. We have been maligned. Therefore, we use the Year 2024 to read what WE have to say about US. If we do not read, we will succumb to the vicious lies spoken and written about us. Our children will never overcome in the current social environment. What is most important is that we read our story and focus on why is it important to omit the truth about what has happened and will continue to happen to us in America. This is a land of opportunity. It is our duty to reveal the truth. This can only be accomplished if we read, act, do, speak, question, create, develop, execute, move, pursue, respond, persevere, operate, persist, exert, represent, exploit,... Damn it! We must do something. The plan is that we read. Fill the knowledge gaps. Then act. The dormant days of life have ended. We are in the moment knowledge warriors.

Here are a few questions I advance: Why is it important that America omit our true history in our textbooks?

Why has America hidden the history, of our past, our successes and achievements from all who call themselves AMERICANS?

What has been taught are lies, propaganda and MYTHS.. America is a land of opportunity. We can right these wrongs. First , we must be armed with our own stories and triumphs. We must be READERS.

[cardierreh15]

Love You Up Close

***I do not give anyone permission to copy or repost my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Little bit of Angst & Small Mention of Death — other than that — Fluff , Fluff , So much sweetness it’ll make your teeth rot!

Pairing: August Walker x Bianca (Black!OC)

Description: August is tired of Loving his woman from afar.

Song: Car Outside by James Arthur , To Build A Home by The Cinematic Orchestra

Word Count: 2.3K

Side Note: This Head Cannon was inspired by my husband & I. We celebrated our 6 year anniversary on the 15th and I wanted to write something beautiful. ✨🩵🥹

Tags: @headcannonxgalore @milknhonies @augustsprincess

I love you too. I will call you when this is over I promise.

She stared at the final text message he’d sent her. Her throat felt as if a lump was making the attempt to suffocate her all while she felt this great weight on her shoulders.

Bianca knew what her boyfriend August did for a living. She knew it was a dangerous job and his chances of making it out alive somehow grew slimmer with each mission. She couldn’t help but think that this time was it. Someone finally bested him.

She didn’t want to think like that but it had been 3 weeks since they spoke last. The poor girl would answer any unfamiliar number hoping it was him just calling from landline or a pay phone.

Nothing.

Her alarm had spooked her out of her thoughts, causing her to blink back to her current reality. She was sitting at her desk in front of her computer. Bianca worked from home and though she found it very convenient, it sucked when the man she loved wasn’t here with her. It just gave her too much time and too much room to dwell.

She looked at the time, it was 3:10PM. At least she was closer to the end than the beginning… but the time… the time aches her in the most wretched way possible. The closer it was for her to get off, the closer it was for the day ending… another day without him.

As the minute changed, she felt that choking feeling in her throat once again. Her mind felt even heavier and her eyes became a gateway of tears. The more Bianca sobbed, the more heavy her shoulders became. Her chest began to tighten and her breathing became shallow and uneven.

‘August… please.’ She mewed out in pain as she gripped her shirt. ‘I miss you so much… please come back to me.’

***

Bianca started off the next morning on a rather lighter note. She went for a jog and watched the sunrise. Then, she came back in and made herself breakfast and took a shower. She washed and conditioned her hair before brushing it up into a ponytail. Afterwards, she did her skin care and got dressed in something comfortable.

All of these things made her feel better… or so she thought. It just busied her for a little bit because now that she was sitting back in front of her desktop… she was thinking about him again. So she instantly grabbed her phone and searched her photos; finding the many silly and sweet photos they’d shared together.

It stung a little, but the beauty of those pictures outshined the pain she was feeling on the inside. They made her smile.

After a while, she was able to work just fine. Nothing could stop her now!

Peaking out her window, she noticed this big moving truck driving by. She ain’t pay it no mind at first. People move in and out of these townhome apartments all the time. But she did find it a little odd when the driver parked in front of her driveway.

‘What the hell? Oh uh-uh!’

She scrambled up out of her office chair and made her way downstairs in a hurry. She unlocked her front door so fast and damn near pulled it off of the hinges!

‘Hey!’ She rushed down the 3 steps and walked down her driveway, ‘Hey! Can you move your shit from in front of my front door?!’

The driver didn’t say anything, instead the sound of the door in the back of the truck could be heard rolling up.

Their silence built up rage inside of her. ‘Alright! How about I call the police and have you arrested for trespassing?!’ Bianca pulled out her phone and brought up her dial pad. She’d already pressed in the numbers, she’d just had yet to hit the green button.

‘Well why would you wanna call the cops on me?’

That voice. The voice she loved and adored. The voice she would follow in complete darkness.

He crept around the corner and folded his arms across his chest before leaning against the moving truck.

‘Aug-August.’ Her voice was already masked in tears, instantly coming to the conclusion that her mind was simply betraying her. Was she seeing things?

‘BB.’ A small and warm smile curled upward on his lip, causing that dimple to carve into his 5 o’clock shadow.

She’d pressed her hands against her chest, the instinct of catching it just in case it broke. Her eyes erupted in tears. ‘Baby.’ She croaked out.

August pushed his weight off of the truck and rushed over to wrap her up into his arms. ‘Shhh… I’m here baby.’ He rested his chin on top of her head as he gently rubbed her back. ‘I’ve missed you too.’

Bianca wrapped her arms around his neck securely when their bodies collided. She pressed her face flat into his chest, inhaling his soft refreshing scent that clouded all of her senses.

Her man was really here. Finally.

She had pulled her face away to look up at him. The early morning sun had caused this glorious twinkle to shine in his cobalt blue eyes.

He caressed his thumb over her wet cheeks, ‘I’m sorry I haven’t been able to get back to you. I figured you’d prefer to see me anyway.’

Bianca sniffed, ‘You could’ve at least told me you were okay Auggy! I was worried sick about you.’

‘I know… but that’s all going to end. Right now. You won’t have to worry about me ever again pretty soon.’

Her brows tugged into one as she sniffed, ‘What are you talking about?’ Then she glanced at the moving truck, ‘What is this about August?’

August looked back at the truck once and then looked down at her once again.

‘Bianca, I’m tired. I’m tired of spending weeks without speaking to you. I’m tired of going months without waking up next to you. I’m tired of us trying to see one another… we don’t have to live like that. Like this. I want to be able to come home every night and kiss you and tell you about my day. I want to be able to touch you when I want. I’m sick of being without you, BB.’

‘Wh-‘ The heaviness that sat on Bianca’s shoulders had somewhat subsided. But that tightening still had her chest strung up. ‘What are you saying?!’

August let out a gentle sigh, ‘Bianca, I want you to come back with me… I want you to come home.’

Bianca blinked once at his words. ‘You want— you want me to do what?!’

‘I want you to move back to Washington with me. Look, I know it’s sudden… I know it may seem crazy but I want this…don’t you?!’

She did. But she also had a life here in Georgia too.

‘August, I just can't get up and drop everything like that. What about my lease?! My family?’

‘Bi, I will break the lease, you know that’s not a problem for me… And I talked to your parents… they—‘ he paused, feeling a great deal of nervousness sit upon his own shoulders now. ‘They gave me their blessing…’

Her brows tugged into one. Never had a man have to ask a woman’s parents for their blessing to move in with their daughter.

‘Oh lord, August. You just gave them all the opportunity to be up in our business!’ She placed her hand on her forehead.

‘That’s not what I mean…’ he paused as he took her left hand into his.

Bianca’s face was ridden with confusion until he grabbed her hand in the softest touch. A touch no man had ever given her. ‘August— what are you doing?’ Her heart began to beat so fast.

‘Doing what I should’ve done a long time ago. Please.’

August reached in his pocket, pulling out a small black box before slowly descending on his knee.

Bianca breathed in sharply before she whipped her head around, searching for a camera crew to come out and tell her she was being punk’d or something. But nobody… only a few people standing around in front of their houses watching the beautiful and intimate moment unfold before their very eyes.

‘I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I laid eyes on you. It was easy… My career, it was easy to just leave and not have to worry about someone or not answer to someone. I could’ve died and not a single soul would’ve cared. But when we got together, all of that changed. Every time I had to leave you… I died more and more inside. I don’t want to live like that anymore. I don’t wanna live without you. You’re my sunshine, Bi-Bi. My lifeline.’ He’d opened the small black box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring.

‘Oh—‘ she became a sobbing mess, covering her mouth as she tried to muffle the sounds.

‘Please… Marry Me and I promise you’d never have to be another day without me.’ His eyes glossed over with tears, fear written each crevice and pattern.

Bianca wiped her drippy nose with the wrist of her sweater and sniffed. She paused for a second before a laugh escaped her lips.

‘Yes. Yes! I will marry you!’

The air that August held on so tightly in his chest had finally been set free in relief. ‘Oh thank God!’ He chuckled as he pulled the ring out of the box and slipped it on her finger.

Standing to his feet, he wrapped his arms around her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He spun her around joyfully as they erupted with laughter. They could hear cheering and whistling from nearby neighbors.

Placing her back on her feet, he grinned, ‘Does this mean you’ll be moving to DC with me after all?’ His head fell to the side.

Bianca giggled as she placed her hands on his chest, ‘I guess so.’

‘Good.’ August said softly as he leaned down to meet her in a blissful kiss. A kiss that they’d both longed for what had seemed like centuries. But none of that mattered anymore. They no longer needed to worry about the past, what their future had in store for them.

***

8 years later…

August now worked for the FBI simply pushing paperwork. Since being married and having a family, he realized how much he enjoyed living. So he gave up the life of danger and what ifs. And opted for something more mundane and simple.

Bianca picked a career she loved ever since she was a little girl. She taught History/Social Studies for 2nd grade at the local elementary school.

They also shared 2 beautiful daughters. Sarah who was 6 years old and Lucía who’d just turned 3 in the recent month.

This was the life they deserved.

Bianca had just finished up with dinner. It was now time to announce to her family that it was time to pack up the pool for the day.

August was body slamming the girls in the pool, making dramatic crashing sounds with his mouth as they squealed for dear life! Though it looked a little rough to Bianca, the girls were laughing so they were having more than a good time.

But moms always had to ruin the fun.

‘August!’

He stopped, holding little Lucía upside down by her ankle and Sarah on his back. ‘What?’

‘You don’t think you’re playing a little rough with the girls?’ She asked with a sly smirk curled up on her lips.

He paused and looked at Lucía who was giggling and flaying her tiny arms around. Then he looked over his shoulder at Sarah who was still trying her damndest to climb on top of his shoulder.

‘You mean they’re playing rough with me.’ He snickered as he flipped Lucía the right way up.

‘Of course you’d say that. Come on inside, dinner is ready.’

‘Awww mooom!’ Sarah whined out and swam over to the edge of the pool. ‘Just a little bit longer?’

‘Peeeasss mommy?!’ Lucía begged, pouting out her bottom lip and batting those thick lashes.

They were so beautiful. Both sporting brown untamed curls. Sarah had her father’s blue eyes with that blotch of hazel in it while Lucía had brown eyes and was every spitting image of her mother. They both made up both of their parents very nicely. They were absolutely perfect.

‘I’m afraid not girls. Look, we can come back out tomorrow when daddy get off of work alright?’

‘Awww man.’ Lucía groaned as they swam to the steps and stepped out of the pool.

‘Hey it’s whatever mama says, girls. Pool water ain’t gonna disappear and it will be hot enough to bring y'all back out for another swim tomorrow.’ He added on as he followed the girls out the pool.

Mom and Dad got them wrapped up in towels and began to dry them off so they didn’t track the water into the house.

‘Go upstairs and get ready for a bath, girls.’

‘Yes sir!’ They said in sync and left their parents poolside.

Bianca smiled up at him as she snatched his beach towel off the table and began to dry out his hair. Then she handed it off to him. And there she was, staring at him as if it were the very first time she’s ever seen him.

August did his best to dry himself off but eventually just wrapped his towel around his waist. He looked up to see her staring at him and a bright pink hue burned his cheeks.

‘What?’

‘Nothing just… we really did get our happily ever after huh?’

August smiled warmly, grabbing her hand and placing a kiss against her knuckles.

‘Y’know… I think we did.’

[milknhonies]

The Negatives of Shooting People

Chapter 4 || MasterList || Chapter 6

Chapter Summary: August decides to test you with a taste of bondage which leads to a violent fit and a deadly confession...

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Non-Con, Description of Suicide & Self Harm, Trauma Dumping, Bondage, Daddy Kink, Oral Sex M!receiving, Fingering F! receiving, Child abuse, physical abuse, manipulation, subspace.

Pairing: Kingpin!August Walker X F!reader

Word Count: 8.3k

Author Notes:

★This chapter is based off of the real life events of my father's issues with women and his eventual death. He did toxic things but at the end of the day I still love him dearly and would sacrifice so much to have him back. He was my first best friend in this world. Please be kind. He is the reason I managed to write this story in the first place as a form of narration therapy

★Okay so I might be publishing this chapter earlier than I usually would because I'm doing a lot of packing and searching for a sharehouse or live in because I cannot stand my current housemate. I also am not sure if my rostered shifts will be taking on a new schedule. So please take this early chapter and be patient until I can post the following in 2-3weeks maybe... I'm not too sure honestly. Ciao Bella 😘

Inspiring Song: "Brutal" by Olivia Rodriguez

03:00pm Sunday 18th August 2024, Robertson, Brisbane

When the light hit your eyes you grunted and rubbed them with your fingers until they could handle the new bright light around you with the blindfold off.

You shivered staring up at him. Your eyes were still moist.

He had not changed his clothes. He was smiling softly down at you. He held something against your skin. Trailing the soft material along the goosebumps. Looking down at his mysteriously soft item you shrieked.

“No! No not the rope please stop! Not the rope!” You scooted away from him to the top corner of the bed, “Anything, tape, chain, ziptie but not the rope.”

His hand grabbed your ankle and dragged you viciously back to him. His hand pressed down hard on your chest and trapped you on the mattress.

You started screaming and hitting him. Punching his arms and kicking your legs. He slapped the rope beside your head and laid on top of you until you struggled to breathe and fight. His weight hurt so much, pressing on you arms and hips.

He shoved his forehead on top of yours. His nose nudged your cheek as you wept hard and blinked with those wet lashes.

“Please, don’t,” you whimpered, breaking back into another sob.

He exhaled and pressed his lips to your ear. His tongue was wet and breath hot. It felt ticklish and you had to fight the giggle in your throat. It came out in a horrid choking sensation. Tears peaked and fell down your face, wetting his.

“….the rope is the gentlest on the skin….” He purred heavily, “Why are you so frightened of it, huh?”

“Be-because,” you blubbered, “because my da-ad he-he-he….with rope.”

He sat up off you, letting you breathe and suck a healthy breath of air. You were frozen, laying down, too petrified to move.

August grabbed the rope again and twisted the tip with his fingers, “Is it because he hung himself?”

Your eyes widened. It was like a switch or spark or strike. Something lit the bubbling fuel of rage that had been sitting and mellowing deep in your belly.

'How dare he...'

You flung yourself forward and slapped him the hardest your body strength could manage. A loud ring of the skin bounced on the walls of his large empty home. His eyes were wide and his smile grew wider.

'How dare he!'

You felt the tsunami of anger and fury explode out of you. Your nails swiped him. You caught the skin of his neck and the back of his hand as you tried to claw out his eyes screaming from the bottom of your belly.

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Don’t say that! Don't you ever fucking say that again! You take it back! Fuck you! Fuck you!”

You tried to kill him. You pounced at him from the bed and gagged loudly as the collar and chain snagged your throat. You must’ve looked like a feral animal. Your teeth were nashing and your hands curled like claws at him as you screamed and yelled incoherently.

He grabbed your wrists and held them above your head in the air. You were no match for his strength. Your legs couldn't stretch out and try to kick him either. Your 'claws' were unable to scratch at any of him. His face wasn't smiling smugly. Instead he looked at you with confusion, perhaps pity?

You choked as your body seized, "Fu-ck you Aug-" you took in a shattering breath that burned your lungs, "Fuck you August! You piece of fucking shit!"

A part of you wanted to hear him take it back, to prove nothing very happened. Deep inside you yearned for no one to ever speak of those events because you could just pretend deep inside that it never ever happened. The shame and anger wouldn’t exist, the loss wouldn’t be as bad and permanent. You wanted to kill August for even mentioning it. He wasn’t allowed to talk about it, 'he has no right'…how did he even know? God you hated how much he probably knew about you.

'How much stalking did he do?'

He waited for you to stop screaming and waited until your sobbing had died down again. Your head pounded loudly in your ears as you let it fall and hang. Your tears dripped quietly on the bed covers.

August very slowly released your wrists. You lowered them and held them to your chest. They were sore.

You half expected August to slap you. But when you dared to look back up at him, towering above you still, he was untangling the folded rope. You gulped.

He pressed a knee onto the mattress and laid a hand on your naked chest. He barely needed to use much force, shoving you onto your back. You whimpered. Too scared to try and fight back again.

“O' my sweet, darling girl, Shhh” he cooed, his knuckles brushed the sweat beading on your face “How life has dealt you a poor hand…” he soft rolled you to lay on your front.

You felt your body relax. He rubbed your spine with the flat of his hand smoothly. You shut your eyes and hiccupped loudly.

You were tired and especially depressed. You didn't want to go to sleep but you also wanted to wake up from whatever nightmare this was. You sincerely hoped he would just kill you at that point. Why did he have to torture you like this?

August grabbed your two wrists and tugged them behind your back, sending you into a shock again feeling the line of material on your skin.

“Please no rope!”

You couldn't pull your hands back but twisted and turned pulling and making it difficult for him to tie any safe knit around your hands. He clicked his tongue and smacked your hip.

“Look at me,” he said and waited until your eyes glanced at him, flooded in glassy tears, “You’re safe, I won’t hurt you with the rope. I promise.”

“Y-your promises mean fuck all!” You hissed with wobbling lips, “You sick fuck!”

You heard him drag out a long. His thumbs rubbed the inside of your wrists.

“And I promise you’ll regret that comment, but I digress…I’m here to help you.”

“Help me?...Help me!?”

You screamed as he began to wrap the cord around your wrists again, “Stop! Get off me! No! Please!” You sobbed hard and tried to kick him but it was met with a sharp slap to your backside, “Please! I’m begging you. For the love of God, stop! No rope!” He tightened the tie around your wrists and push you totally onto your belly.

His hands wrapped your ankles tightly and started to push them up your wrists. Your face turned to the side and you squeezed your eyes shut attempting at the last second of anything that could get him to stop.

You swallowed any sense of pride you had left.

“Daddy….” You panted, “Please Daddy stop it. Please stop tying. Daddy please.”

His fingers paused and he left go of your ankles. It was a hiccup of relief that left your mouth.

“Good girl,” his hand said subbing his thumb over the back of your neck, “You’re learning.”

The air in your lungs was disappearing, you hated yourself for submitting to him like this. You tightened your lips and tensed as his breath fanned your face.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded, you obeyed.

“Look at me,” he said, you obeyed.

He had a softened expression on such a hard face. He had this Dr. Jeckle and Hyde side about him.

He would look so sweet and kind and then the next turn into this hardened angry man.

He scared you.

He pushed you to roll back in your back. Your tied arms were crushed underneath you. You were helpless and scared.

He unlocked the chain from the collar.

“Deep breath in,” he asked and laid a hand on your belly. You obeyed.

“And out.”

A breath came out sounding like a gasp and yawn and moan. You were exhausted.

“Now, you are going to not fight me, not squirm. I have kindly let you through your tantrum, now you’re going to be a good girl and lay across my lap. I want you to talk to me and if you stop talking, I’m going to spank you. Do you understand?”

You pouted, “No.”

“No?”

“I don’t want you to hit me,” you whined.

He chuckled and ran his thumb gently cross your cheek, “Good, because I want you to talk.”

“About what?” you sniffled loudly.

“How did you find out. About him…your father.”

Your eyes widened and you shook you head dismissively, “No, I don’t want to talk about that.”

“You will,” August recounted.

“I won’t…you c-can’t make me!” you snapped.

Within seconds he sat on the bed and hauled your body over his lap, delivering three hard and loud spanks. As you wailed he rubbed the rising welts on your backside. The heat of your blood screamed to the top of your skin.

“You said that with a little too much confidence,” August muttered, squeezing the stinging flesh, “Let’s try that again, yes?”

“You knew he…” you choked, unable to share the gruesome truth yourself, “did that with the rope. That’s how. That's all there is to say.”

August’s hand left another scorching mark across your arse cheek. You tried to squirm, you tried to push away but his other arm tightly hugged your middle.

“Say it. How he did it,” August commanded.

You spat back with a screech in you tongue, “You already know!!!”

He spanked you again before yelling, “Say it!”

“He fucking killed himself!” You roared, “Is that what you want to hear, you arsehole!? He took a piece of rope, tied it to the ceiling fan and fucking hung himself!!!”

You swore the whole room shook along with your anguished voice.

“And why did he do it?” The billionaire asked the billionaire question.

You hissed, “Go to fucking hell August!” Another stinging wack of his palm.

You could hear the venom drop from his tongue as he grabbed the back of your neck and pinchingly pulled.

“Why did he do it!?”

“Because he fucking hated me!" You squealed in defeat, "He hated me! He couldn’t stand to look at me! I was his mistake!”

Your throat was sore and scratched. He let go of your neck.

After a few embarrassing moments of silence you could hear his voice softenly ask, “And how are you his mistake?”

“Stop!”

He grabbed the back of your head and tugged it up, he grunted into the shell of your ear, “How? Tell me or I’ll belt your arse so raw it’ll bruise and you won't sit for a fucking week!”

When you put up more silence, you were pushed forward and could hear the clinking of his belt coming undone.

“Teen pregnancy,” you hastily blurted, wincing, hoping he wouldnt just use his belt already, “He didn’t know my mum was underage. When she had me, she left us, she left me with him. He took custody. He couldn’t find anyone to replace my mum, he hated me for it- I know he did. He got girlfriends and they didn’t last long…they didn’t want a kid so soon in their lives, so his heart was broken more than once.”

You took a gulp. Your hands behind your pack trembled. His fingers rubbed your inner thigh and pinched your backside.

“Is that the only reason he hated you?” August asked softly.

“No,” shaking your head you shuddered, “it’s not.”

“Why else?”

It hurt, god it hurt to say it…to be forced to confess the honest agony.

“Because I wasn’t a boy and even as a girl I wasn’t pretty. He never said I looked beautiful or pretty when I asked, he just looked away and shrugged...why was I so ugly?” You complained, “Why do I have to look so much like the worst parts of my parents? It’s not fair!” Your nose sniffled as your eyes began to sting hot.

Your kidnappers soft voice then asked, “What else wasn’t fair?”

“H-how he loved his wife more than me. He picked her up one day and said I needed to start calling her my mum and I couldn’t, she was only eleven years older than me, it was weird. I didn’t understand why he chose someone who was only twenty years old at the time, and why he didn’t believe me when I told him how she hurt me when he was at work….he only hit her once he walked in on her choking me…when I started to bleed from the cut on my face. She moved out and started cheating on him. God, I hate how he still loved her.”

“He saw her hurt you like that…and he still loved her? How did you know she was cheating on him?”

His fingers started to do wickedly things. The tips tickled at your labia and dip down to dance along your clit. You hissed and tightened your thighs around his hand, but it didn’t stop him rubbing and molesting you.

You talked, not wanting another spanking and know full well there was nothing to stop him trying to pleasure your cunt.

“Her boyfriends would come around asking to see her. They’d try to come in and touch me too but I’d threaten to call the police and they’d be flying out the door.”

August sighed happily as he felt your heart beat throb against your pussy. He condescendingly asked, “Your dad knew this was happening?”

You whimpered and shook your head, your cheek rubbed the duvet. Your shut your eyes and grunted as a finger prodded your hole. You knew this was sick.

“Yes! And then he tried to slit his wrists to guilt his bitch wife to come back but I called the ambulance in time and got the blood…the bleeding to…to stop….”

“That explains the scars. But that's not what killed him.”

You nodded, he was right.

“He…” you paused as August slid two fingers into your pussy and slowly pushed then in and out, your breath hitched. It was wrong what he was doing to you. And it was wrong you softly moaned.

“Dad got out of the hospital after forty eight hours.”

Your hands clenched in fists, August could see that, you grunted, “They let him fucking loose! I was so angry at him. I told him he could kill himself only after I finished highschool.”

You remembered that look on your dads face as he pouted in his recliner refusing to look you in the eye. What did you expect after you spent hours screaming at him? You were only seventeen. You had to go to school knowing your dad was in hospital and there was a chance he could die….all that blood….red was your least favourite colour for a long while. You didn’t say anything to teachers, you didn’t need to deal with the police asking questions and making things worse with child protection.

Your sighed and felt August’s fingers stop fucking you gently. They paused and pulled away. Your breath hitched as your body felt empty of his hot digits. He drew soft lines on your ass with your wetness.

You heard him warn,“….you know what happens when you grow silent or should I remind you.”

You said nothing and bared the pain of the spank. A hissed caught through your lips but you whispered.

August didn’t catch it at first and made you repeat. You felt flushed. You couldn’t believe you were actually asking him.

You weren’t crying anymore, you didn’t want to, you were angry and sad.

“August…if I call you Daddy…will you let me sit up and…hug me?”

The sound of his inhaled was like a contemplation, “I’m not sure…that’s a special privilege…why don’t you try and ask nicely?”

You opened your eyes and looked over your shoulder at him and whimpered, “Pl-please hug me Daddy.”

He slid a hand beneath your chest and held your hip as he pulled you up and turned you around. He crossed his legs on the bed and swaddled you in his arms. Your hands were still behind your back, your hot bottom stuck onto his trousers.

“C’mere sweetheart,” his voice broke you, you started to whimper and dug your face into his shoulder and cried into his warm cotton shirt.

“Daddy’s got you, all safe now.” He said as he rocked you and let you compose yourself. You pressed your cheek to his collarbone and shut your eyes.

How could a cruel man like him become soft?...

He asked and held your cheek as he rocked very slowly, “And what happened after you gave him permission to end his own life?”

'It wasn't permission, it was a last chance to plea...'

“He did as promised…he waited…and waited…and then when he said he was going to end his marriage I was actually happy for him.” Your voice trembled, “I said he was smart and told him that he…he…wait…no…that’s not right...I-”

You swallowed and squeezed your eyes opened as horror and realisation poured from your puffy mouth, “I said ‘It's about time…’ and the-then he gave me all of his cameras. And left. A few hours he came back, he told me he went to see his wife and I knew he meant he went to go sleep with her….I got so angry.”

You sighed, “I threw something at him?…a cup? A plate? It doesn’t matter. I didn’t even feel guilty for doing it…I was happy I made him sad…for the first time I fed off the glee that he felt shitty…I said he was a ‘fucking loser and a dumb ass.’ I said he shouldn’t have ever had me, should never gotten married and if he was going to keep letting himself get fucked over by his wife he should….”

You cut yourself off. You whimpered and buried your nose into August’s armpit.

Why did he have to smell so good? Why didn’t this man have terrible body odour?

You heard him tut and pulled your shoulder away from him. He cupped your jaw and ran a thumb over your bottom lip.

“What did you say?…Y/N?”

“I said…” you gasped and cried, “he should go fuck himself and stop the pity party because it was me that should be sad and suicidal, not him.”

With another suck if air you growled and glared into August’s eyes, “But…God…deep down I said in my mind that he should kill himself and make it easier for me to hate him. It’s all my fault.” Your eyes looked up to the ceiling while your face contorted.

August leg go of your face and brushed his fingers through your hair as he said soothingly, “Your thoughts didn’t kill him.”

Your naked body pressed into him. You couldn’t hold the balance for to long and leaned against him. Your nose touched his and you frustratedlg groaned, “B-but I was so mean to him…I threw a plate at him. I called him names. I bullied him and argued…I…I killed him. I know it was me.”

August kissed your cheek and slid you down back to his chest to hug you. He turned your hips out and patted your bottom softly.

You didn’t need prompting anymore from him.

“And normally every night I’d always ask him at dinner how his day was, I’d tell him I’d loved him and that I was going to bed and would see him in the morning before he’d go to work. He would get up at four am and leave at five am. He drove a truck around town, delivering to the Asian grocery stores and bars, he was their favourite delivery driver…they’d give him presents and free food all the time.”

“Yea?” August cooed, “What else? Did you wish him a goodnight?”

You mewled, “No, I didn’t. I-I was so m-mad. I told him I hated him and I said he wasn’t allowed in my room. I slammed the door so-so hard…he didn’t go to work and I felt like he was grumpy at me, his door was shut…When it was six am I made him some breakfast and I put it outside his door because he didn’t answer my knocking…”

You took a pause and swallowed to stop yourself crying, you forced a pitiful laugh from your mouth, “I was such a cunt…I remember saying something stupid like ‘’fine be a prick.” I started to clean my room and do the laundry and by nine am he still hadn’t grabbed the porridge. I got…a little frustrated -but I felt sorry for throwing the cup or plate and I knew he was upset. I went in to go wake him up or to apologise…”

You grew totally silent and August waited patiently.

You whispered into his neck, “His feet…I-I saw his feet first and you know what’s sick?” you smiled weakly.

August smiled and whispered back, “What’s sick?”

“I laughed and asked dad, ‘’how did you figure out how to float like that?” And I remember the stab of shock that jolted in me the moment it clicked…” you licked your bottom lip and shrugged, “his forehead was swollen and his eyes not fully shut. Lips a little blue… It was awful. I can’t forget that look.” You sighed and looked August in the eye, “He….he looked like he was made of wax…the moment I knew what he had done I grabbed his legs. I tried to pull him down. And when I couldn’t figure out how to get the rope off the fan I tried to use his phone to call help. His phone was flat. I tried to run to my room and grab mine but I tripped over the bowl of porridge and hit the ground hard.”

You remembered the loud this and the slippery wetness on your side. Your face cringed and you pulled your knees up in August’s lap a little more. He continued to pat your backside.

“I was screaming. I remember the pain in my chest. I couldn’t breathe. I had to crawl to my phone because it was too painful to walk. I barely remember the woman on the phone. But she tried to ask me to check his pulse and I didn’t want to go back into the room.”

You gasped, “God I didn’t but I did….I had to. And I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t hear his belly move or his heart beat. I remember standing for a very long time, just holding his legs trying to get him to stand up on my shoulders or, to move. He was freezing…he…I don’t know how long….but…the um…the officers came in, they…I don’t know how they got in…maybe they picked the lock. They got him down and took him out. I got mad they didn’t let me come ….one officer told me it wasn’t an ambulance so I couldn’t come…I don’t think I was able to accept that he died, not until they wrung me up a week later to tell me he was ready to be released and have a funeral set up. A part of me thought he would wake up like a miracle…like he could just do some supernatural shit…like he would come home that evening or the next morning and ask me to make him porridge. And he’d smile and say he just felt sad or something and-and that he would buy me some noodles or some sponge cakes when he went to work tomorrow...”

You angrily whined, “But he didn’t…fucking arsehole. He left me…he…died…he…hated me and chose….the easy way out…”

August rubbed your back and whispered, “Cry.”

“What?” you shuddered not understanding what he was saying.

“You’re allowed to cry. You want to cry….so cry,” he said.

Your blinked once, twice and then the damn broke entirely. You wept into his shoulder and just started to blabber, “I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Pl-please don’t spank me Daddy.”

He sympathetically crooned, “O' my sweet girl, no more, you don’t have to talk about it anymore if you don’t want to, daddy has heard enough.”

After some time of more sobbing and rocking in his arms you rubbed your eyes and yawned.

“I’m so tired,” you moaned and smiled sadly at the feeling of his warm chest vibrate with a chuckle.

“I bet you are poppet, lay back” he pulled away and lifted the bed covers. He lifted you up and slid your legs inside beneath the layers. “You can have a nap,” he whispered sweetly as his fingers tugged at the knot of your bound wrists. When the came undone you curled them Infront of you and rolled onto your side facing him. He locked the chain to your collar and smiled at you. You smiled back.

Jesus…your brain felt fuzzy about that…he forced you to talk about your father and how it was your fault, he humilated you worse than when you cummed in the recliner in your apartment…and you….wanted to fucking thank the man….'what the actual fuck?'

Something made you want to accept this condesending treatment as long as he held you and cradled you and let you cry without a fear of judgement.

To this day you’ll never understand what possessed you to do it… but you could never take it back. As he started to shift away and move off the bed, your hand shot out and wrapped itself around his wrist.

“N-no, don’t leave me, please,” you begged, your eyes soaked the pillow while your wet lips trembled.

He looked down at your hand and softly sighed, he leant down to your head and kissed your temple, “I’m right here, I’m not going far, I’m going to grab you some painkillers because I know you’re going to have a headache soon.”

“N-no!” you whined.

His eyes widened before his voice hardened in a commanding grunt, “Y/N…let go of me…be a good girl…”

You didn’t….you couldn’t. Your hand squeezed tighter. He touched it with the rope and noticed how you flinched off him in seconds like the rope had magically burnt your hand.

He nodded and pursed his lips, “I promise I’ll be back in five minutes.”

He made true to the promise…he returned in four minutes and forty seconds…how did you know? Because you desperately counted ever single one until your abuser returned.

A cup in his hand and a pill in his palm. You didn’t have the guts to ask if it was a pair killer or the same drug that forced you unconcious when he first fucked you.

“Open up those pretty little lips.”

Your mouth parted, he popped the pill in and held the edge of the cup to your thirsty chapped lips, “Drink.”

You guzzled the water down and let out a relieved gasp as he set it aside on the table. “Good girl.”

As he turned, you realised he was going to the door. Leaving… “W-wait!” you called and weakly sat up.

He paused at the door. His fingers traced the metal handle, “Yes?”

“D-don’t leave me…” your sucked in a deep and demeaning breath as you pleaded to him, “D-daddy please don’t go.”

You peeled the blankets back and struggled to crawl out towards him. His blue eyes blinked. He reached up and scratches his chin, observing your pathetic state. He tilted his head.

“What do you want?”

“I…I…” You struggled to answer, your bottom lip buried beneath you teeth, you sucked hard and whispered, “I want you to stay…I want…you to cuddle me again…please.”

A smirk spread in the corner of his mouth, “And what will I get in return?”

It was wounding…the concept you had to earn his affections now…where was the free treatment from that day you first met him?

You didn’t even know what you could offer him.

“I don’t have anything…I…I have barely any money...I don't know what you've done with my purse.”

He chuckled cruelly, “You have a commodity…your body. You have a mouth…”

Your eyes widened. It clicked what he was hinting at. You were unsure if you really want to just for a hug…but after such a long couple days and confusion in your life, you would offer anything for a moment of peace.

“I’ll suck your cock…” your mouth quivered, “Please just hold me…I’m tired and I’m scared. Please!”

He looked you up and down one last time before sighing and nodding. Your hands reached out like a sad needy puppy. His fingers cupped them and guided you back to your original spot.

He moved the chain away from you both. You kneeled and shut your eyes waiting for him to just use your mouth….

“Y/N…scoot over. You can do it in the morning.”

Relief washed over your head like a cold ice bucket.

He pushed your body away as he took off his shoes and socks. He slipped beside you and dragged you to his side.

He playfully scolded you, “I spoil you rotten.” His finger tapped your nose. He kissed your forehead and watched you happily sigh.

Your eyes started to grow droopy. You knew it was the unknown drug he used on you weeks ago. You grew tired too quickly for it not to be.

As your body felt motionless and gooey you let your head roll onto his shoulder. Your mouth uncontrollably starting to drool onto him. He was smiling and stroking your head almost lovingly.

You weren’t sure if he was going to use you while you fell into your drugged sleep but you were happy to have this small peace. Even if he killed you…you were going to die at peace.

“Goodnight,” you heard and fell into the mindless nothingness.

08:02am Monday 19th August 2024, Robertson, Brisbane

You had absolutely zero knowledge of what day it was, how long you had been with August, or where he had kept your clothes…when you woke up though, your eyes watched the ticking of his expensive looking watch. It’s handles moving slow at a time of eight am.

Your head slowly rose. Your chain reflected from the morning sunlight burning from the windows.

You held down the yawn building in your throat and glanced over your shoulder.

August was out cold.

His face was totally relaxed. His bushy eye brows however left a certain hardness to his face. His lips were slightly parted and a soft snore left through them.

He was handsome and it hurt you knowing that beautiful men could be as evil and abusive as ugly men. A beautiful man was probably more ugly because they could hide their evil better.

You gulped and tried to move carefully. You had no idea what waking up a man like him could do to you…and you remembered sincerely of the promise to suck his cock.

You had never sucked cock before...and it disgusted you to think about...

'Men pee from there, why do people even do blow jobs?...ew.'

But you promised, in exchange for this. A loving cradling in a bed with him. And as wonderful as it had felt for a brief moment, you couldn't help but resent your past promise to him.

The more time you put it off, the better.

As you moved you felt something metal press against your ass. Your fingers slowly and carefully picked at it. Lifting the small object to the light…it reflected light into your eye.

A tiny silver key…

The key….

To your chain….

You didn’t hesitate, you slowly unlocked it, trying to be as quiet as humanly possible. As the pad lock clicked open and the chain grew loose. You settle the chain careful on the pillow and away from his arm.

It was scary, the tension of moving your backside across the bed sheets. Your toes touching the carpet. Trying to move slow enough to move nothing. You pushed up and stood.

He hadn’t woken up not moved a inch. You swallowed and stood away from the bed. You stood confused and naked. You couldn't think about searching for clothes in this bedroom. You didn't know where he had stored your stolen gown. Your feet tiptoed to the open door.

You didn’t know if there was a home phone on a wall somewhere. You wondered where he had your clothes and most importantly your purse with your phone.

You recalled him stepping on your phone in the park and considered that it was probably destroyed and thrown away...August had such a fierce look about him. You shuddered and worried to see it again if he woke up soon with you missing.

You looked at the key on you and…you were desperate.

Shoving the metal in between your teeth, it slip to the back of your mouth and your eyes screamed as it swallowed and scratched the entire way down your throat.

There was no way you wanted him to chain you back to the bed. And something suggested confidently to you that the padlocks on the gag and blindfold were the same as the bed chain.

You found his room. You knew the millionaire would have a closet in his own master bedroom.

It was beside the bathroom. A walk in. Your purse was sitting on the centre island. You gasped and ran to it and dumped the contents. You found your phone and almost sobbed… the screen was shatter and it wasn't turning on.

With all the strength you mustered you kept your mouth closed and your brain calm. Your costume dress was still missing, you didn't have time to waste. You stole one of his shirts. It was hanging in a long collection, organised by shades of white, navy, grey and black.

'Definitely a psychopath. No one is this particular or maybe his housekeeper is. Does he have a housekeeper? Surely? He is rich enough.'

His shirts, trousers and blazers where either folded neatly or hanging in the open spaces after all being beautifully ironed.

You buttoned the shirt up. You couldn’t find his underwear. You found some sweat shorts and tried tightening them around your waist. His shorts that probably cut off at his knees ended at your mid calf.

God he was so fucking huge. It made you remember why he was so intimidating. His height…

You took your purse and even broken phone. Dashing out his closet and room you bolted down the hall and staircase.

You tried your best to remember where everything was, including the exit. You found the kitchen and stole a carving knife from a butcher block set.

If he or anyone wanted to fuck with you, you wanted to make it clear that there was gonna be a blood spill.

You would be okay going to jail for assault if it meant you got out of this shit alive. You just needed to run.

You got to the glass doors that led to the outdoor pool in the gardens and patio it would lead to the back yard or some sort of garage where you might find a security button to open the front gates and sprint to the nearest bus stop. Unlocking every piece you smiled as the glass easily slid open.

You felt the cold morning air hit your face and body. His clothes were light and did barely anything against the wind.

You stood onto the concrete platform and heard something shuffle around the bushes of the garden. For a moment you thought you were crazy hearing a growl…a animal growl…a dog growl…your eyes glanced to your side. Your fingers tightened around the kitchen knife.

You held your breath as you met the sight of a dog, no- no, a big fucking dog. A small bear if you might humour yourself. This dogs bottom was in the air while his head was on the floor, teeth bare and growling.

It’s massive coat was pricked up and defensive.

And when it pounced, you squealed and ran back inside, launching the glads door back closed. You heard the beast yelp as you closed the door on the tip of its nose.

It’s teeth was gnashing and biting as it barked at you through the glass.

You held up your hand to block the door from gliding open. You frantically turned the knob to lock it.

Fuck! August would wake up and find you missing if this wild animal kept barking. You felt like an idiot. Of course August would have at least one guard dog.

The moody guard dog huffed and turned around before bolting back and slamming itself onto the door.

The shock had you falling on your arse.

Or rather...into someone’s arms.

His strong muscle appendages caved around you. His hand grabbed your knife wielding hand harshly, twisting your wrist until you were forced to let it go.

The blade clattered loudly as you screamed and grunted pathetically.

August held you strong and walked backwards until he could sit on the couch with you squirming in his lap.

“Oh look at you, miss escape artist…” a whine caught in your throat as his nose shoved itself against your jaw. His voice heavily rasped, “Planning on trying to run off? O' believe you me…” he patronised, looking at his aggressive dog back at you “That would be a terrible idea…”

He slapped your inner thigh. You jumped and hissed from the sudden pain.

This morning would be one to remember for a while.

“I see you’ve met Kal!” His fingers dug into your sides. You sneered at him and grabbed at his hands, weakly pulling him off.

“You didn’t have a dog last time!” you whined as you squirmed.

He snickered and forced your legs over his hips. His hand snuck down into the stolen shorts and he kisses your neck as he rubbed at your clit.

“He was here last time, I swear but he was in his kennel that day and I wanted you all to myself.”

You sighed as his large fingers played and soothed you to a unpredictable horny mess.

There was no use fighting when he had you so caught up. You really weren’t sure if he would beat you but the memory of the recliner and the spanking in the guest bed were fresh to remind you how he could play with you if you refused or displeased him.

You wanted to get out alive. He caught you out of bed with his stolen clothes, your broken phone and a knife in hand. It wasn’t a good appearance.

He didn’t let you cum. No. He pulled his hand away before you reached the sweet completion.

Your bum felt his bone hard erection and struggled to move away from it.

“Do you know how much trouble you’re in? Answer me Y/N,” he softly pressed.

You shook your head and tried craning your neck back to kiss his prickly cheek.

“No…no I…I just…”

“Just thought you could leave without making good on your promise? You have a cock to suck… are you ready for that?”

You shook your head again and confessed strongly, “No, I don’t know how to do that….I said it because I was scared.”

He laughed again and chewed the bottom of your ear, “Oh? Then this will be exciting.”

He pulled your dazed body off and pressed you onto your knees on the carpet rug. Between his thighs, you swallowed and looked up at him. Smirking with a sadistic tilt to his head, August looked like a fallen angel.

You gagged as you watched him lift the hand that was just fucking you up to his lips. He licked and sucked each digit like they were a delicious treat. His exaggerated moans of pleasure had you rolling your eyes.

After another moment he put his hands back and jerked his chin at you.

“Well? Unzip me. Go on.”

His dogs barking made it hard for you to hear him but with your eyes following his lips and direction of eyesight you knew what he wanted out of you.

He watched with a lazy gaze as your finger tips pinched his zipper and tugged down the opening.

His flaccid dick, unprotected from any underwear greeted your sight.

With warm hands and a wish you had for any chance of forgiveness from him for trying to run out on him; you collected his cock into your palms.

It felt warm and lame for a moment before a great pulse cause you to jump and the member to flinch and twitch. His veins bobbed slightly.

You tried thinking about what girls in porn did…they always did this hugging thing with their breast. Motorboating? Tit surfing? You unbuttoned his stolen shirt in one hand while holding and squeezing his heavy cock in the other.

He was staring as you shed the silky shirt to the floor. You sat at his feet with your breasts bare. You wondered what was going through his head…he wasn’t just a lustful predator….he was a calculating business man.

That led you to ponder on if this was like a business transaction? You asked for his kindness and in exchange you had to debase yourself as his personal unpaid whore…

To make matters worse, you were unsure if catching you trying to escape would lead to some sick punishment like how he caught you in the club.

You were annoyed that if you made it out alive there was no evidence of those deals or the murder of the Melbourne Embezzler.

You were still behind in your plot of revenge and as tempting as it was just to bite his cock off with your teeth, you’d never leave this place alive…not even a chance…

You sat up a little on your knees and shuffled closer. You pulled at his cock some more until it was entirely hard in your palm.

He smirked before he mockingly asked, “Are you going to fucking suck it or am I just waiting here until you turn me off enough to lose interest?”

With widened eyes, you sheepishly stared at the pink thick sausage in your hand and cringed.

Your tongue timidly poked out and you licked at his tip. He sighed, but it was full of impatience. A strange anxiety filled you… overwhelming fear of disappointing him. You knew logically it was dumb. You didn't respect August why did you care what he actually thought of you? You just needed to get out of there alive.

Your tongue and lips spread kisses along his wide shaft before you opened your mouth as wide as you could and attempted to put him in your mouth. You looked crazy. Your teeth trying to stay wide open but your lips peeled back away from them….

August laughed at you, “Are you planning to bite my cock off with those rows of fangs?”

Eyes filled with confusion and self-conciousness fluttered up at him. His thumb rubbed along your cheek and he told you to wrap your teeth up in your lips and to stick out your tongue more.

Now it was truly humiliating…following his instructions and wagging your tongue out like some dog.

Your eyes glanced to the left where the glass doors were now empty of his fluffy beast.

His hand pushed your mouth down a little further. Your cheeks felt full with his girth along and when his head hit the bag if your throat, you loudly wretched and pulled back but found his hand forcing you back down onto him. Your spit flew out messily on his cock. Your eyes watered instantly at the irritating sensation. You felt suffocated and choked in his thick appendage.

It was confronting to have something so big being pushed back into your mouth. You gagged on just two fingers, you had no clue what you must’ve looked like with a cock a third of a way in your mouth.

He did it over and over until you scratched at his hand and he let you pulled back, falling back on your ass and rasping for breath.

You heaved and swiped your mouth and tears. You hoped you wouldn’t have to ever do that again and next time you wanted something from him you’d never promise a blow job.

“If you want to leave today, you have to do something for me…”

You were stupid…you were desperate…you asked “What?”

“Open your mouth.” He commanded.

You winced, afraid he would shove it back into your mouth…you obeyed. You didn’t expect the assault of his thick cum spraying across your face. Some dropped into your mouth as it flew. Most of it stuck in your hair and dribbled down into your eyes.

He chuckled at the sheer horror of shock written over your face covered in his pearly cum.

You were about to wipe it away until August grabbed your wrist brutally and shook his head.

“You belong to me. I own you. You aren’t going to clean this off until you get home. Do I make myself clear?”

A shuddering breath escaped you as you nodded.

'Home?'

He was letting you go…you couldn’t understand why he was so lenient with your freedom. You accused him of rape and yet you lived…he killed a man just for a small crime of embezzlement…

But you were graciously relieved.

You were surprised he let you put on his stolen shirt again. He pinched a nipple but he gave you back your purse and broken phone while he called someone to pick you up. A driver. Jude.

August took you out front of the house once the black vehicle arrived and slipped inside of the car with you. He leant across and buckled you in reminding you that he liked this power dynamic even through the little things. Wiping you clean, buckling your seat, feeding you...you wouldn't call it infantilism the entire way...it felt like the motive was to humiliate, not to take care of you...The entire time was filled with a stretchy and uncomfortable pull of tension.

You didn't face the rearview mirror in case Jude could see all the embarrassing white cum drying on your face and in your hair.

“I…I-” you tried to ask but fell silent and afraid. The cum was drying on your face, a perfect reminder of your place. Beneath him.

He looked at you with interest, “What’s on your mind?”

“I am…confused…why haven’t you just killed me yet? I’m disposable, and I know you already know if I go missing…no one is going to look for me…”

He didn’t take his eyes off you and you couldn’t even meet them. Your knees rose up against your chest.

His finger touched the skin beneath your chin and made you look at him.

“Because…Y/N…I am not someone to throw away my toys so easily. You are a important posession and it would be very stupid of me to waste you."

He leant in and kissed you softly, breathing against your soft lips, "You’ve got a tight cunt and a dead father to thank for that.”

That made you lunge…you slapped his face hard. The sound cracking. Everything was dead silent. Even Jude was holding his breath. You turned your body away and cowered in the door.

“Fuck you…fuck…you.” You sobbed. You didn’t like how he mentioned your dad. It made you think on how he forced such a terrible confession from you about the days that it all went down.

You expected him to hit you, to make you beg for mercy.

Only his cheek flinched as his pale flesh became a mean pink in the shape of your fingers. He sat back and nodded slowly.

He knew that was too far. He smirked..

'that selfish fucker.'

He didn’t harm you like you feared he would.

He brought you home and you half expected him to invade your space, rape you again for your outburst in the car. But no…he took you up the stairs. Unlocked the door and returned your key.

He chuckled at the sight of all your installed locks, "Here I thought Jude was pulling my leg..."

He shook his head and smiled. Before you could run inside and slam the door shut he blocked your path with his hand. He leant his head down and purred. With his other hand he fingered the leather around your throat.

And then he asked, “Mind telling me what you did with the key to the bondage gear?”

Your hand cupped your throat…you still wore the collar…fuck…

You bit your lip and shook your head, “I ugh…swallowed it…” you confessed.

His eyes slowly widened in disbelief. His laughter grew harder, “You are truly a special one my little dear, fret not I’ll have another copy made and we can take the collar off you. Or not…I mean I do love the look on your face as you wear it.”

August pulled you close and hard as he planted his mouth over yours and viciously kissed you before turning around on his toes. He waved a hand at you.

“Until next time sweetness!” he called, "Don't forget to clean your breakfast off your face!"

You sighed and felt your knees buckle. You rushed through your door and locked every deadbolt and chain across.

You rushed to the kitchen and vomited in the sink. Your face felt crusty from his cum. You hissed as some peeled from your skin.

Your eyes watered. You stumbled back to your room and struggled to charge your phone. It refused to turn on. It was fucked.

'I need to talk to someone, I need to make sure Lloyd is okay, please dear god make sure he made it out of the Lions Lounge den. Fuck you August!'

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Give Yourself To Me

August Walker x Black Female Reader

A/n: As promised I have provided a toe-gripping story (according to me) please read the warnings below, enjoy and don’t be shy to leave some love on this post

Warnings: Manipulation, Gaslighting, Consensual Non Consent, Cry Fetish, Fear Kink, Rough Sex, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Foul Language, Name Calling, Stalker Behavior, Kidnapping

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You don’t remember. You can’t even if you tried. You simply woke up in his house one night. Your life, if you even had one, was all a blur. “Who are you?” You hesitated your words as you watched him from your corner. “I’m your boyfriend.” He said and you questioned it. “My boyfriend?” You took a deep breath and moved out of the corner, little by little. “I can’t remember you.” You frown. “I’m sorry…” Taking some steps closer to you, he sighs. “It’s okay.” His deep voice echoing around the room, he makes sure not to touch you. “What’s your name?” You ask him, wanting to rekindle what you once had. “August.” He replies, looking down to you. “I like your name.” You smile at him and he opens the door for you. Walking out the room with him, he walks you through his house. Showing you the living room, kitchen, bathrooms, his room and everything you needed to see. It was all one story so it shouldn’t be too hard to remember where everything is. “I’m not going to make you sleep with me. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He says to you as you both look at his room through the door frame. You smile to yourself at his thoughtfulness.

A few nights in and you get to know him more each night. “Its probably annoying to hear me ask the same things over again.” You say, leaning your head on the couch. He shakes his head. “Its…” He paused, looking for the right word. “Refreshing.” Your eyebrows, scrunch together and you scoot closer to him. “How?” He turns off the tv so you both can talk without background noise. “Hard to say. It feels nice is all I’m saying.” He says, towering over you even while sitting. Sitting in each others invisible bubbles, you feel so close and warm. Your hand rested on his arm, easing your busy mind. His blue eyes captivating as you stare into them. The silence prompts him to hold your cheek. His hand rough and cold, yet you still leaned into his touch. Leaning down, he kisses you. Tenderly, his lips peck yours. Probably not wanting to rush you into anything, but you showed him otherwise. Moving your hands to hold his face and open your mouth to carry on the kiss.

That kiss was the only one you both shared for weeks. In the moment it felt right. It didn’t lead to anything, just a cute kiss and you functioned as normal. But when you would fall asleep in his presence, whether that be on the couch or in your room, he would be in your dreams. It was weird and you told him about it. He looked a little surprised when you would describe it to him in great detail. “That’s some dream.” He says and that would remind you thats all it was, a dream. Even when he would get rough and rowdy with you and not in a sexual way. Him pushing you around in your dream, made you distance yourself from him a bit. What if it was your memories coming back in the form of a dream? He noticed and you expressed your concerns to him. “Y/n, baby, do you hear yourself?” He leans on the kitchen counter and you shrug. “How am I supposed to compete with a dream? Your imagination is getting the best of you.” He shakes his head at you. “But August, its scaring me.” You fold your hands in front of you. “You’re being too sensitive. Its just a dream, there’s nothing to be scared about.” He picks up your chin as you begin to look down. “I’m offended that you’re painting me as someone who’d hurt you.”

“I..It wasn’t me, its the dream-“ He interrupts you as you try to justify your thoughts. “And that dream was yours. Unbelievable.” He moves to the other side of the kitchen to continue looking for food to eat. You stand there on the verge of tears. He was right, you were being too sensitive about a dream. A fabrication of your mind. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” You smile through a few tears as he ignores you. “August?” Tapping his shoulder hesitantly. “I’m sorry about the dream, it was insensitive of me.” You look at him and he kisses you on the cheek, smiling back at you. “I’m glad that you realized your mistake.” Its crazy how you didn’t recognize anything wrong with this conversation. Things only got worse from here. As more and more dreams flooded your mind every night as you went to sleep, you pieced things together. “Tell me!” He raised his voice at you and you flinched, refusing to speak anymore. Clearing his throat, he takes a deep breath. “You’re getting me upset but I’m calm now.” He says and your lip quivers. “I…you kidnapped me.” You whisper softly. His face oozes with frustration as he moves to get off the bed, you run. As quickly as your legs can possibly take you, your hands shake uncontrollably as you try to open the front door. “I tried to be nice but you don’t want that.” He says, grabbing you by the neck and dragging you.

“But I am pretty relieved because my patience was running so thin with you.” Your struggling is drowned out by his words as he walked you to the kitchen. Letting you go, you take a much needed breath and he pushes you against the counter. Caressing your shoulder, he yanks off your shirt. “August!” You yell, your hands racing to cover your exposed chest. He’s nowhere near stopping as he tugs on your shorts. Ripping it with his hastiness as he pulls them down your waist. Pooling at your ankles. You huff in frustration. Doing everything in your power to look away from him, he grabs your chin and with the straightest face. “Look at me.” He states, pulling your panties aside and sticking two fingers in. A shuddered breath leaving your lips. Your hands shifting from covering your breasts to unknowingly squeezing them. Even as its so wrong it feels dangerously right.

You’re so embarrassed, the wetness in between your legs all over his fingers. You looked to one side and then the other, even the ceiling. Anything to distract yourself from his fingers curling, moving in and out your cunt like nobody’s business. “no.” You weakly repeat, moving your hands from your breasts and doing your best to close your legs. He lets go of your chin and forces open your legs. Leaning down to your ear, he whispers. “Keep your legs open yourself or I’ll tie them.” You look at him as he leans back and open your legs. Taking out his fingers, you muffle a whimper. He glances at you as he lifts you onto the counter and spreads your legs. Plunging his hands in you once more, he puts his hand on your upper inner thigh and squeezes inhumanely hard. Looking down to his hands, you trap a moan in your throat. Breathing heavily as he fingers you faster and to add to the unbearable sexual acts of this man, he uses his thumb on the hand that was gripping onto your thigh to rub small circles on your clit.

No denying that he hit the spot as you held his arm to stop, whining and squeezing on his fingers. “s..stop” You uttered, barely being heard by him. Your unsteady breathing, turned to low moans as you came on his fingers for the first time. He kept going, not stopping or slowing down. Your sensitive core becoming even more sensitive as his circles on your clit become more harsh. “stop…no” You find your voice and warn him as if he isn’t getting what he wanted from you. “Shut up.” He states, annoyed as he stops rubbing your clit and covers your mouth. Leaning you back on the counter. Allowing him to keep you down, you moan into his palm as his fingers violently make you cum for the second time. Uncovering your mouth, you get a grip and he takes his fingers out of you. Pulling you up by your arm, he takes off your panties and wipes off your juices with it.

Putting it aside for now, he slides your shirt to you on the counter. “Put on the shirt.” He didn’t have to tell you twice as you quickly threw it over your body. Taking you off the counter, he bends you over it as your legs shook under you. “Every time, you put on this shirt. I want you to remember what I did to you in it.” He exclaims to you lowly. You gasp as his dick enters you. He uses your panties and puts them in your mouth to gag you. Putting both his hands on your waist as he makes you feel him, every inch of him. Moving one hand up to your neck, he gets a firm grip and squeezes. Making your back arch. You couldn’t help but spit them out when you began to feel light headed. Panting like an animal and when you finally caught your breath, noticing that your words do nothing. You fall apart, crying as his hands cradle your body. It was hard to tell if you were crying because of the force or the pleasure. He groans above you, your sobs arousing him. He didn’t want the sensual feeling to over power his unmanageable urge to hear you cry.

Moving his other hand down to your clit, he rubs on it again. In the little amount of time he’s fucked you, he’s already found one of your sweet spots. Something it would take other men ages to find. Your leg was shaking next to his as you came on his cock, slowly going in and out of you. One moment your squeezing on his whole dick, the next your barely touching the tip. The pleasure it brings to him when you do that, you make it challenging to stay inside of you and he can’t help but like it. Like the way your hole closes so tightly when he slides out of you and makes him have to practically rip you open to get back inside. Your squealing and screaming adding to the sensation. He’s pushing up against one spot inside you, that made you moan to the top of your lungs. It confused you how he found it when you didn’t even know it was there. “didn’t think that was in you” He teases, referring to your moan. “I’d be worried if I had neighbors.” He says as he pulls you up off the counter and flush against his bare chest.

You shake your head, whining as he turns your head by the neck to look at him. You really realize the size difference between the two of you. Your eyes roll back as he fucks you standing up, his arms hugging around your waist and stomach. His hands holding onto the sides of your body. Moving your hands to hold onto the counter, you both look into each others eyes at the same time. Something burns in your chest and intimidates you. Turning your head back, he puts his head beside yours to see you struggle. He watches how your legs shake, making him hold you up as you grip the counter for dear life. At this point, you couldn’t refrain from panting and moaning. He made it nearly impossible for you to keep quiet. Leaning your head back on his chest as you cum again, breathing against his skin. The senseless contact that you made with him, made him groan noisily. You snickered in the slightest, noticing how touch starved he is. Attempting to move a little in his grip but your feet were barely touching the ground, he was genuinely holding you up. Leaning you both over, he slams into you and you exhale, winded. His stroke knocking the little air out of your lungs.

He scrunches up your shirt, holding onto it as he continues to fuck the shit out of you. He grumbles in your ear, growing accustom to how you squeeze around him. Feeling him twitch inside you, you hope that he’ll pull out. You’d rather not be knocked up by a man that trapped you in his home. Moving your hips against him, your moans get louder as you rub your clit. Having one more climax in you. “fuck…no more.” You plead, sighing as he shoves himself on that spot. Pulling out of you and a wave of relief washes over you. A little too soon, as he lifts up, pushing your shirt up and his hot fluids fall along your spine. You didn’t realize you were holding in a breath as you collapsed. Gripping on the counter to stabilize yourself, you glared at him. Putting on his pants, he looks at your shirt sticking to your back then your eyes. The heat of the sex, made it so you didn’t notice that he was naked, totally skin to skin with you. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” His words triggering your tears. Resting your head on the counter as you sob into your hands. You felt so brittle, weak and used. At least now he might cast you aside and put you out your misery.

“You’re making me want to fuck you again.” He walks over to you, caressing your butt. You jump, squatting his hand away. “Now you want to act scared.” He grabs his shirt from off the floor. You watch his moves carefully and he smirks. “I’m not done with you yet.” He speaks to you in a hushed tone, his hand dusting over your shoulder. Sniffling as he walks away from you. He makes you so much more anxious then he ever did. Now, you anticipated when he would try to have sex with you again. Even when he wasn’t home. The next few weeks was hell on earth. He stuck you in his room to sleep while he was gone. Locking all the doors as per usual, not like you could go anywhere. Being bed written because of how shaky your legs were and when you were able to walk around, you were bored out of your mind. Doing the same routine day in and day out. Your body betraying you some nights as it longed for him. You cursed yourself for the mere fact you were horny for that man.

After six weeks of being away, he came home and to your dismay, still made you sleep in his room. You sat in the living room chair closest to the window, watching the grass grow. Not knowing how to pass the time that feels so endless. He calls your name, angrily in fact. As hurriedly as you can, you go to the bedroom. Standing by the door and walking in slowly, you see him sitting on the bed. Silent as he’ll ever be. You dared not say a word as anything could trigger an outrageous reaction. Lifting up from the bed, he circles around you like a predator would prey. Closing the door in the process. Your lip quivers, eyes glistening as the thoughts of what he’ll do to you enters your brain. “I didn’t touch you yet and you’re all ready to cry.” Fighting to keep your tears from falling, you watch his every move. Feeling him stop behind you, his chest directly against your back. You don’t know what’s going to happen. In your peripheral vision, he leans down and you close your eyes. Two tears falling to your chest and your breath hitching. He kissed you, on your jawline, trailing down to your neck and collar bone. Your tense shoulders slouch, hoping this is all he’ll do with you.

“Close the curtains.” He says. Doing a double take to his words, you make a steady pace to the window. Looking out to the gloomy scenery and drawing the blinds. Making the room darker but light still seeping in. Forcing you against the wall, he pulls down your underwear from underneath your skirt and traces his dick along your slit. Both your hands on the wall as you brace yourself, you realize something. “Not dry.” You plead and repeat. “please not dry.” His silence always scares you. Neglecting your words as he pushes into your pussy dry. You cry out in pain. “no please no.” You wail. He rolls up the skirt and grips on it to fuck you. His hips touching your ass with every stroke he makes. “it hurts!” You put your hand against his chest to stop him. Turning to him full on balling, you look in his eyes. “please, it hurts. so bad.” You shake your head, speaking to him through the tears. He pulls out and you smile in relief.

“I love it when you cry.” He says, examining your face from afar. “When you beg.” His finger glides along your jawline. “Open.” He demands, shoving his fingers down your throat. Making you gag, your saliva piling up on his fingers. Taking them out your mouth, you watch as he rubs your spit all over his cock. “please, not again.” You turn your head to him and plead. He watches as your tears stream down your face. “I would’ve thought you’d be wet already, with the amount of times you masturbated while I was gone.” He turns you around fully and kisses the tears on your cheeks. Your jaw drops. How did he know? “please, I don’t want to.” You sob as he takes off your shirt. He kisses your neck, his hair tickling your chin. Lifting your leg up, he pushes himself inside you. “it wasn’t the same, hm?” He repeats your hushed words to you as he stops kissing your neck to look at you. His hand gripping onto your thigh, giving you more support. His pace starting slow. You huff. “Answer.” He slaps you on the ass and you yelp. “it was.” His smug look deteriorates. Shaking his head to your response, he takes you by the throat. With no regard of your air consumption and speeds up his pace. Slamming into you over and over again.

Whining at different pitches, you hold his shoulder as you feel your grounded leg being lifted up. Taking his hand off your throat and putting your back against the wall, he holds both your legs by his waist. Never stopping. Having no choice but to look him in the eyes, you zone out. Folding your arms around his neck, you moan as he takes you off the wall and holds you chest to chest. Pounding your pussy and stretching you out. Breathing heavily, you hit him on the back. “Put me down!” You exclaim between gasps. He ignores you and slaps you on the ass for being outspoken. Making you whimper and your skin sting. “You like this.” He says to you and you try to ignore it, shaking your head viciously. “I’ll give you one more chance to answer correctly.” He says, letting you figure out the question yourself. With moments of hesitation, you answer him. “it wasn’t the same.” Surprisingly with the truth. You swallow anxiously at his silence, because you know its never anything good.

Gazing at him as he stopped. “are…are we done?” You ask skeptically, if this is all it took for him to stop then you would’ve done it sooner. He sat and laid back on the bed, his feet firmly planted on the ground. Laying on his clothed chest, he let go of you. Sitting up, you look down to him. Slowly you lift yourself off of him, kneeling to get off the bed and with quickness he grabs your wrist. “please…” You tug at your wrist. “Since, it wasn’t the same. I want you to…” He pauses at your sudden array of tears. Your soft sobs and breaths the only noise in the room. “Calm down. Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” He exclaims, his tone matching the circumstance. “Stop crying.” He says sitting up and you try your best to wipe away the tears. “I want you to show me.” As he let go of your wrist it flops by your side. You understand what he’s saying but you don’t want to do it. “August. why? you had no problem doing it before.” You push your body up to his, your hands resting on the neckline of his shirt. He shakes his head as he looks at you. “Either you pleasure yourself on my cock or I’ll use you and I promise I won’t be gentle.” He smirks smugly. Exhaling heavily, you hide your head in your hands. Tears falling through your fingers, your chest heaving up and down. You needed to shed a few tears to accept the situation.

“what…do I do?” You wipe the wet stains with the back of your hand. “Well, for starters, sit.” He demands, moving a braid behind your ear and lying back down. Sliding the skirt off your body you position yourself in his lap. Taking your time to insert him in again. A moan moving past your lips. He stares at your fully naked body as you bounce on his cock. “Thats it.” He hums, his hands resting on your thighs. As you looked into his eyes, you saw tenderness. Something odd, like he’s been craving this moment. You shrieked, your climax biting at you. The eye contact made you feel soft but you looked away, the feeling overwhelming you. Leaning forward with your hands on his chest, you look at the wall and try to keep your hips moving. Seeing your struggle, he puts his hands on your hips and moves them in a rocking motion. “Get up.” You stop, taking a moment before getting up and sitting next to him.

“What’s it going to take for you to stop acting like you don’t want to be fucked.” Curling your legs to your chest, you rest your chin on your knees. “I’m not acting.” You say a straight-faced lie. “If you lie to me one more time, I’ll overstimulate you to the point of tears.” He sits up, looking down to you and you feel smaller. “You get so wet and needy for me. Stop lying to yourself.” Your heart beats out of your chest with his threat of a good time. “August…” You breath out as his hands move up and between your legs. The way he spoke, the fear he placed inside you made you feel hot. Its unsure if its the urge to cum talking or your normal urges. Opening your legs, he automatically laid you down. Eyelids growing heavy as you watch him lower his lips to your clit. A simple kiss sent electricity surging through your body. Licking a line up your slit as a tease, he goes down on you fully. Slipping his tongue inside you and swirling it in devious ways. “mm, fuck.” He knows what he’s doing, he has to in order for it to be this good. Your knuckles whitening from the grip you have on the sheets. He watches as you unravel and he revels in it. Feeling your hips jerk into his mouth, clearly begging for more.

He keeps his slow pace regardless. Seeing as you suffered enough, he sticks two fingers in and it sends you over the edge in seconds. Swallowing all your wetness, he licks you clean. As he sits up over you and his mustache glistens. You moaned as he licked his upper lip. Reaching up, you rub his hair. Its soft nature welcomed you with open arms, rubbing his scalp and attempting to push back the hair thats fallen out of place. No other words needed to be exchanged as he leaned down and kissed you. Hungrily intertwining his tongue with yours. Inevitably tasting yourself. Your arm hooks around his neck and his hand grabs your waist. Leaving no space between you, unlike before. Slithering his dick inside you, you hum into the kiss. Squeezing on him. Breaking the kiss, a string of curses leaves his mouth and you take a much needed breath. “wait..” You put your hands on his chest, hesitantly he stops but still staying inside you. “You won’t hurt me?” You asked him this question in a context that only he would understand. If I love you, you won’t hurt me? He takes a breath, leaning down again. “I won’t…I won’t hurt you.” He kissed your neck sweetly.

Moving his hips into you gently, probably for the first time. “please, don’t hurt me.” You moan and say lowly. You’re taking his word for once, you finally give in. He finally has you for good. No more fighting, no more denying, just loving each other. And all he had to do was eat you out.

You little slut.

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The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Seventeen

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Seventeen Summary: Lori finds out more about Jake. Walker finds out about the pact.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 3.4k

Warnings:

Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Seventeen Warnings: slight angst, violence, mentions of blood, implied smut

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne .

This chapter is from both Lori and Walker's POVs. I know it's a bit different to how I've been structuring the story, but I felt like it needed to be done this way.

There's more exposition here, but I think that will be all for a while.

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.

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Part Sixteen Part Eighteen (coming soon)

Lori

“Are you sure you don’t want breakfast first?” Marshall asked as we approached the open door to Walker’s office.

I shook my head. “Let’s get this over with.”

He gave me a brief approving smile before cupping the back of my head and kissing me on the crown.

“Let’s go,” he said.

I took a deep breath to steel myself for what I was about to face and I walked into Walker’s office.

The space was simple enough, basically furnished with a dark, almost black, modern looking desk with a laptop and a number of open files and papers making a mess of the otherwise clean room. There was a matching filing cabinet and a bookshelf, a low modern black leather sofa and four simple chairs pushed against one of the grey walls and the floor was carpeted in a similarly grey rug. The only feature that appeared decorative was an abstract art piece that ran nearly the entire length of the wall.

It immediately caught my eye; it was impossible to ignore. The work was lit by museum style lighting and spread over two canvases. It was mostly white with sometimes wispy, sometimes harsh, feathery slashes of black, grey and brown paint. While there was an obvious darkness to the piece, there was something heartachingly optimistic about it. For some reason I was reminded of being a kid, blowing hard on a dandelion and watching with glee as the pappus floated away on the wind carrying with them the potential for adventure and a new life.

Walker cleared his throat. I glanced at him quickly, he was taking his seat behind the desk and Marshall was carrying over two chairs. I turned back to the painting and tried to reconcile the art with its owner, but couldn’t for the life of me see the connection.

What would a piece like this mean to a man like Walker? If it was simply melancholic and evoked feelings of fear and dread, I could see the attraction for him. However, the undeniable sense of potential hope and happiness born from the darkness had my curiosity piqued. Why would he not only buy it, but give the piece a place of honour, something that no other object in this room seemed to have? It couldn’t have been cheap, the artist was no doubt talented and experienced; it must have cost a fortune.

“Oh,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes. “Of course.”

It was an investment and a way to hide his true net worth from authorities. Granted, it was a high brow, convoluted way of laundering money, but it wasn’t unheard of, especially for international criminal syndicates. It was the only explanation that seemed plausible.

Taking one last look at the painting, I sat down next to Marshall. He pulled out his notebook while Walker selected one of the files scattered over his desk and opened it. He selected a page and showed it to me.

It was a grainy and dark photograph of the interior of a nightclub and appeared to have been lifted from security footage. A number of people were in the shot, mostly holding drinks and standing in groups of twos or threes. At first I didn’t grasp the significance of the picture, then I gasped as I recognised the couple in the middle of the frame.

“Jake,” I whispered. 

“Jacob Owen Wright,” Walker corrected.

Barely able to tear my eyes from the photograph, I looked at the two men, “How did you find him? Just from this picture?”

Marshall looked a little sheepish and glanced at Walker who showed no embarrassment. “I had some associates sweep your apartment for fingerprints and DNA.”

“What?” I asked, my voice hard with anger. “You had no right to do that without asking.”

Walker took out another couple of pages and showed me pictures of what I recognised to be Jake’s apartment only by the kitchen cabinets because the rest of the apartment was completely bare.

“We didn’t have a lot of options. The whole place was scrubbed. Not a single piece of usable evidence was found to start an identification. Your apartment was the only other place we knew for sure that he’d been.”

“You could have asked,” I said, only partly paying attention to what I was saying.

My mind was in a whirl and I found it difficult to pin down any single thought. It was clear that Jake had lied to me about who he was and what his interest in forming a relationship with me was, but this along with the tracking device suggested that a bigger conspiracy was at play.

“So, you found something in my apartment?”

“Not a lot, but enough for an ID. A thumbprint was found on the top edge of the headboard of your bed and further examination found the rest of the prints on the back as if it had been grasped and used for purchase,” Walker informed me blankly.

My cheeks heated as I realised how those prints got there. I remembered when it had happened and remembered looking at the athletic cords of his arm muscles stretching and contracting as he used the bed as an anchor to go harder and deeper. I felt like such a fool. In the back of my mind I must have known there was something off about him, which was probably why I never want the relationship to make the transition from casual fuck buddies to something more serious. I don’t know why I ignored that feeling and let myself be drawn in by a man who had nothing to offer but lies and deception just because he had the veneer of civility. Looking up at Marshall, it struck me that while the Brothers appeared to be lawless and crude, they treated me better than any man I had known other than my father, Nate, and Hustle.

“Prints on file mean a criminal record right?” I asked.

Again the two men exchanged glances and again Walker spoke, “Not necessarily. But in this case, yes. One offence in New Mexico as a youth. While he was born in your home town, it appears as though he moved around a lot. His mother, born Louise Anne Huxley, married several times, however Jacob’s birth certificate lists no father and we haven’t been able to find one. Louise changed her name several times, with each marriage and on a few occasions without a marriage. Jacob’s birth name was Jacob Flynt, but he has also been known as Turner, Johnson and now, Wright.”

I peered at the photo of me and Jake again. He never even mentioned that he had been born in my hometown, only saying he had moved there a few months before we met; he hadn’t even said moved back. He hadn’t been open about himself like Marshall or Sy, or even Mike and I never would have asked him to be. I’d known the Brothers less than a week and I knew more about each of them than I did about Jake. Well, except for Walker.

“Anything else?”

Walker shook his head. “We have more leads to run down, I’ll let you know if we find anything more significant.”

“You’ve had some time to think,” Marshall said, “have you thought of anything else, anything at all that could help with the investigation?”

“No. Nothing I haven’t already told you.” My eyes were drawn back to the canvas. “Have you told my brother? Does he know anything about this?”

“I spoke to Hustle—” Walker started.

“I asked about Nate,” I brought my attention back to Walker whose jaw muscles quivered beneath his stubbled cheek. “Have you spoken to him?”

“No.”

I nodded and swallowed down my fear. Nate must be alright; Hustle would have said if he wasn’t and despite everything, I’m sure Walker would tell me if something had happened to him.

“Is that all? Can I go now?” I asked.

Walker gave me a curt dip of his head, so slight it couldn’t be called a nod.

I stood and turned swiftly on my heels as I headed for the door.

Walker

Marshall gave me a flat, unimpressed stare as he followed Lori out of my office.

“Jesus,” I muttered as I placed the papers and photographs back in the manilla folder. What the hell did I do this time to get her so riled up? 

Sighing, I tapped the file on the desk and glanced up to see Marshall lifting Lori’s chin with a crooked finger in a way that suggested a familiarity that was far too inappropriate for my liking. It was a good thing Sy wasn’t here to witness it; no doubt he’d go completely apeshit. A kiss on the cheek was one thing, even Mike’s game yesterday was basically harmless, but the way Marshall was looking at Lori was absolutely not benign. 

I was sure Marshall would pull away before they actually kissed. I couldn’t blame him for wanting to kiss her; the girl was far too attractive for her appeal to be ignored. She was artlessly beautiful and she had a spark of fiery willfulness that always made my cock ache when I imagined seducing her into submission. But this wasn’t about Lori, I didn’t give two shits if Lori stepped out on Sy, it was about Marshall. Marshall wouldn’t betray Sy, he wouldn’t betray a Brother. Surely he wasn’t going to—

“Holy Shit!”

He did it, he actually kissed her.

My blood ran like napalm through my veins, my sight going red as I lept my desk and letting the uncontrolled rage rush through my system along with the burst of adrenaline, I let it all out in one furious punch squarely in the middle of Marshall's face.

A scream and a warm spray of blood slapped me across the face, quickly sobering me. 

Oh fuck, what have I done?

Marshall held his nose, no doubt busted and Lori was pushing me out of the way as she tried to get Marshall to lower his hands so she could see the damage. Marshall wasn’t having it, stepping around her as he confronted me.

“You deserve that, you know you do,” I said, coolly.

“And why the fuck would I?” Marshall said, blood pooled in his mouth which sprayed out as he spoke.

“You think Sy would have gone easier on you? Should I have just let him deal with this?”

“And why the fuck would you care what Sy would do?”

“I’m not going to let a woman break this club up, I don’t care who the fuck she is.” 

“It’s not what you think Walker,” Lori had the hide to say. I turned on Lori, her face was pale with fear, but she held her chin up as if daring me to hit her too. Fuck, she was killing me.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about Walker,” Marshall added.

“What else could I think? You’re kissing his fucking woman. You think he’s going to shrug and get over it? You’ve put the whole club in jeopardy and—”

“Walker!” Geralt entered my office, planting himself firmly between Marshall and me.

“He was kissing Lori,” I said. Jesus, I sounded like a kid trying to obfuscate responsibility after being busted by their dad. I may as well have pointed at Marshall and cried, he started it.

Geralt didn’t react. Not even a tiny twitch of his eye.

“You knew? You knew and you didn’t think to stop it before he came back? He’s going to fucking kill him.”

Geralt sighed and looked at the grey carpet now decorated with a blood splatter that Dexter Morgan would have been proud of.

“Lori, take him to the kitchen and put some ice on his nose.”

Lori gave me a look of disgust that made my guts twist. Fear, I could deal with; disgust was something else entirely. Marshall still had his eyes trained on me, his eyes darkened with murderous ambition. I readied myself for him to attack, but Lori took his hand, with a gentle tug and he let himself be led away.

I turned my attention back to Geralt as Marshall and Lori disappeared into the hallway.

“You’ve got some explaining to do,” I said to Geralt, turning back to my desk and sitting in my chair.

Stunned, I sat slack jawed as Geralt explained the situation - the pact the others had made - although it sounded too far fetched to be true. But it made a lot of things fall into place and explained what the others had been whispering amongst themselves over the past few days.

How could I have missed this? How could I not have known what was going on. Jesus, what else was going on in the club that I didn’t know about?

“What happens when the job is over?” I asked when he finished talking.

“Same rules as before, she decides what she wants,” Geralt replied.

“What if she wants to go home? Would you go with her?”

Geralt shrugged.

“Jesus. You’d let the club fall because of the whims of some girl?”

Geralt raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

“When were you going to tell me? When you were all packed up ready to leave and I’d be stuck here holding my dick,” I seethed through gritted teeth. “I’d expect something like this from Sy, he’s always been a little soft when it comes to women. Or Mike even, he’s a fucking kid. But Marshall? You? No. I thought you knew what we were doing here, what we were working for.”

“I don’t think she will want to leave when this is over, I think she’s found her place here.”

“This is no place for a woman.”

“She knows what she's getting into. She’s not naive.”

Geralt’s nonchalance about this whole situation was doing my head in. There was so much that could go wrong here. We could lose it all because my Brothers couldn’t think with anything but their dicks.

“You don't have to be on the outside looking in,” Geralt said with a sly smirk. “She likes you too, you know.”

I laughed, curling my lip and showing Geralt my teeth. “I saw the look on her face, she’s terrified of me.”

“Not of you, of what you represent.”

“I don't share my toys," I sneered.

Geralt nodded slowly. “It’s your call,” he stood, “I'll go check on Marshall.”

“Tell him…” I ground my teeth, what the fuck do I say?

Geralt paused and waited.

“Nothing.”

I glanced at the painting on my wall. The darkness loomed larger than usual and I turned away again quickly, not daring to hope for some light.

Over the next few days the divide between my Brothers and I widened while the others seemed to draw together as they closed in on Lori. Normally there was a schedule set up for guarding a client, even inside the clubhouse, but Lori didn’t need one; she was never alone. She went from Marshall, to Geralt, to Mike, back to Marshall. I didn’t bother offering to take even an hour of guard duty. I wasn’t asked to anyway.

I dared not ask which of my Brothers she was fucking. Marshall obviously, but had Mike and Geralt gone there too? It didn’t look like it, but I couldn’t be sure. I should have nipped the situation in the bud that first night when I found Sy in bed with her.

Dinners alternated between awkward affairs and actually entertaining. Mike in particular was lively, filling dull moments with jokes and conversation. But usually towards the end of the meal Marshall would look at Lori, and the air in the room became electrified as if statically charged. I would leave the room as soon as possible.

One evening after dinner, I walked into the common room and the four of them were there. Perched on Geralt's knee, it appeared she was playing a card game against Mike and Marshall, a small stack of chips were in front of each of them. Her brows were drawn low in concentration as Geralt whispered in her ear and pointed at her hand.

They all looked up simultaneously. Mike and Marshall dropped their heads back to their cards, Marshall still hadn’t forgiven me for the punch and barely spoke to me during meals. His bruising had faded to a few dark circles under his eyes and he had a small cut on the bridge of his nose. Geralt nodded in greeting but didn’t say anything. 

Lori watched me move around the bar until Mike pulled her attention back to the game.

“It’s your turn Babycakes.”

She peeked over her shoulder at Geralt and pointed at a card. He nodded and grinned. Lori dropped the cards onto the table with a smirk and Mike groaned while Marshall dropped his hand with a disgruntled sigh.

“I won?” Lori asked, grining.

“G won,” Mike grumbled under his breath while Marshall nodded.

She raised her hands into fists above her head and bounced excitedly on Geralt’s knee. I turned my attention to pouring my drink, slamming the glass down angrily on the counter.

“Should we play again?” I heard her ask.

“I’ll deal,” Mike said.

“Walker, do you want in?” Lori asked.

I paused, the bottle of whiskey poised just about to pour.

“On the game,” she added.

Mike snickered.

I started to pour myself a generous amount before raising my head. All four of them were looking expectantly at me. I raised my glass to my lips and had a sip, relishing the sweet burn as it passed my throat and settled in my belly.

“No thanks,” I said, already walking across the room, “some people have to work around here.”

I went back to my office. I didn’t have any work to do, not really. All the leads we had in the investigation into Jake were being handled externally by various contacts who worked for us on occasion and I had decided not to take any more jobs until this one was over. We’d had requests and offers, but after investigating Jake and relaying the information to Hustle, I had a nagging feeling something wasn’t adding up. I think we were going to need everyone on this and Sy’s experience in particular was needed.

I lit a cigar and went to the sofa on the wall. I stared at the painting on the wall as I smoked, and drank, waiting patiently for the heavy buzz that would let me sleep.

I was getting close when the gate alarm went off. I went back to my desk and checked the camera feed and saw Sy rolling the large wire gate shut before riding off to the garage. I sat in the chair and waited.

It wasn’t long before he appeared, bag slung over one shoulder, helmet tucked under his arm.

“Walker,” he said.

“How did it go?”

He placed his helmet carefully on the desk, shrugged then sat. “It was straightforward. No problems. Need a report?”

I shook my head, “Not unless there’s something we should be aware of in future.”

He grimaced, “One or two things, but nothing urgent. I’ll get it to you in a few days.”

“Fine.” 

I expected him to leave but he stayed sitting in the chair. After a few moments he spoke. “How is she?”

“Alive,” I said.

He nodded. Quiet again, he looked all around my office at everything except me then spoke again. “Where is she?”

“I last saw her in the common room with the others. If they aren’t there, then I expect she’s with Marshall,” I paused, trying to figure out what the fuck he was thinking, but he gave nothing away so I added, “Like every other night since we got here.”

He nodded again. Still nothing, his face totally impassive, I couldn’t get a read on him at all.

Sy stood suddenly, “I’ll get that report to you soon.”

I wanted to ask him where he was going to go; his room or Marshall’s? I wanted to ask him why he did it, I wanted to tell him I couldn’t have done what he did, I wanted to punch the shit out of him and tell him he was a fucking idiot. Instead I waited until he left and went back to the sofa and stared at the painting on the wall again until I fell asleep.

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🌧-enemies to lovers prompt

okay so this got terribly long and filthy for no reason but here you go !!

enemies to lovers with august walker !!

august considered himself a patient man. yes, he was patient and understanding. understanding and figuring things out was his job and he was incredibly good at it. so why was it so difficult to figure you out ?

as soon as you'd stepped in, you were noticed. because unlike everyone here, you were gifted. you were a prodigy, a true one and that was terrifying on it's own. but the scarier part was your personality, who you were. you could never be figured out, not even by him. and you weren't particularly secretive, completely opposite actually. you were an open book, always cheerful and open to conversations and laughter. you were the most vivid mystery there was.

and that terrified him. because as understanding as august was, he was a man of control. he was in control of everything and everyone, all the people around him being terrified of him. but you ? you were the exception.

a con artist was what he thought you were until he saw you train. taking down an entire team of people bigger than you and jumping back on your feet, giggling and smiling innocently. you were more than simply great. you were exceptional.

now, august's biggest problem with you wasn't your talent. it was the fact that you never asked for anything in return. you could very easily rise to his rank and be payed accordingly. but no, this wasn't your goal. what you wanted was you wanted or were looking for. you enjoyed yourself in your position and turned down any proposal to upgrade.

over the years of knowing him, you'd resisted every attempt at getting through to you or figuring you out. but he was obsessed with you, he needed to understand why and how you functioned the way you did. you were the mystery in his life, the biggest riddle there was and he was desperately looking to solve you.

~

when you were paired together on this mission, he'd noticed the monotonous response that followed. you usually seemed pretty cheerful about going on missions and you got along with a lot of people around here so it made sense for you to be pleased about going with him, but no. you couldn't care less and that just made him vibrate with ego driven anger. he needed to understand why was it that you weren't scared of him. why didn't ypu value or respect him like the others did ?

gearing up to get on the plane, he watched you fix your equipment and ignore his presence the entire time. you didn't seem uncomfortable or out of place but he did. you made the august walker feel uncomfortable and out of place.

"it seems with started on the wrong foot. but we have to work together, so let's get alo-"

"you don't need to bullshit me agent walker." you stopped, cutting him off in his sentence.

usually, he'd be annoyed at someone speaking over him but for now, what interested him was how you addressed him and what you meant.

when you got closer to him, sick of watching him fiddle with his gear in a pathetic attempt to seem nonchalant, you kept your eyes low, ignoring the man while you were touching him.

"you're intrigued by me." you started, catching him off guard. "you want to understand why i'm not scared or see through with you. i'm a mystery you need to solve."

each word sounded straight out of august's brain and he was speechless to say the least.

when you raised your eyes to look into the finally, he was stuck in place, unmoving and incapable to think about something else. your eyes, deep and dark. you were empty inside. or was it that you were empty around him ?

"you made it clear that you didn't like me but you're obsessed with me and these two things contradict themselves. you need to try and figure me out to have be on my knees in front of you." you muttered, still staring at him.

the feeling of your warmth traveling towards his body was what had effect. he'd been so silent you'd think of him as a statue but if you could be in his mind you'd see the nasty things he had in mind. that smart mouth lf yours was turning him on and making him lose this battle. and august never lost.

"well, sir. let me make it easier for you. i'm not scared because i don't care about you. the attention and importance you give me is one sided, which is why you're surprised that i'm so easily close to you. so easy for me when i know you're buzzing inside because for the first time in your life, you don't know what to do. i'm no match for you in your mind but i bother you enough to be a threat. there's your explanation, enjoy it." you smiled, rearranging his haircut and the messy strands of hair.

~

it had been three years. three years now since the mission. mission that would've been more than a success if it wasn't for his ego driven actions that resulted in him putting his life on the line and you jumping in to save him.

bloody all over and barely breathing, he still found it in him to mock you, he needed to do so to feel like he was finally winning.

"you say you don't care but your actions oppose your words." he had said. looking down on you as he tried to cauterize the wounds all over your body.

you weren't even looking at him, slowly falling asleep in front of him but keeping yourself calm and collected.

"i said... that i didn't care about you... doesn't... mean... i want you dead... guess that... that makes me better than you .." you muttered, swallowing the blodd that was filling your mouth.

these words rung in his mind. because you were dying under him, but still winning. still above him even in your last moments.

he'd never cared about anything that much, ever. he never cared about anyone that much. but you, the bane of his existence, the shard of glass under his foot, the poisoned wine accompanying his meal, you were doing things to him and his ways. because august cared, oh that he did. caring about you was what he'd been doing for a while now.

when you coded, he stayed at your bedside, pacing back and forth as he reviewed every info he'd gathered on you, trying desperately to find something that would explain why he cared. he'd tried to read through everything there was on you to understand.

he had you moved in a private room in the hospital you stayed in, one only him had access to, he tried to understand more. he sat still, attempting miserably to figure you out while silently begging for you to be fine. he needed you alive to understand, he was going crazy and would get worse if he didn't.

he'd already been pn a rampage, going back on the mission site and ruthlessly murdering each of the people that had any form of influence in his current state. he'd been trying to understand why did he risk his position to go back and kill an entire gang for a girl he despised so much.

he tried to understand even more when his body started longing for you. he needed to feel you warm and alive around him. he needed to know why his body craved yours so badly, to the point of haunting his dreams and waking him up, hard and throbbing at the memories you'd left behind.

he needed to understand why were his urges so out of hand each time he'd close his eyes and dream of you. he needed to understand why he dreamt of fucking the indifference out of you. he wanted you to care about him and beg for him. he dreamt of you on your knees, crying for his cock to break your brain and make him the only thing you'd care about. he needed you, to be as desperate for answers as he was.

obsessed was one of the many things you could call him. you could even give yourself the freedom to call him crazy. but the sickness which had taken over his entire being, the true motive behind his confusion, he'd never speak it out loud. or at least not at the time.

because as time went on, august walked, the man who cared about nothing but fulfilling his mission grew to be a new man. a man of feelings and emotions, all reserved to you. his wife.

august walker was a married man, and one who valued his vows and the feelings he felt for you. those feelings he remembered every day, feeling his heart pumping blood like never before each time he'd lay his eyes on you.

the moment you saud i do, he'd remember it forever, dancing around the reception hall, with you in his arms, he'd remember that too. but the most important moment, the one that would bring him to his knees forever, dancing under the moonlight, you barefoot but still in your wedding dress. he was practically carrying you and all while his lips tenderly kissed your neck and swallowed your sweet taste.

"auggie, my auggie, my husband... god, i'll never get used to calling you that. just feels so dreamy..."

"i will." he muttered, making you chuckle and caress his hair a little slower to turn towards him as he kept himself hidden into your smaller body.

"why ? cause you're better than me ?" you laughed, remembering your husband's need to rival with you in the past.

"no." he raised his head to look into your eyes directly. "because from the moment you accepted to be my girlfriend, you were no less than my wife in my heart and mind. even before. there was no other position for you than as my wife. you were, are and will always be true perfection to me, even with the things you consider flaws. and that cemented the need to make you mine, legally and in all other senses of the term."

you'd been the bane of his existence, the biggest mystery he ever could come across, the purest form of confusion and annoyance to him. and these emotions he'd stopped feeling long before you, you brought them all back to life. the man of control slowly lost himself in you. seeking nothing but your warmth and comfort, your peace and all the love you could give.

your entire being was his peace. the man of control that was august walker would abandon himself entirely in you, trusting and caring for you more than he'd ever cared or trusted himself. you were the one in control of his entire being but you allowed him to fuck you like a simple puppet built for his pleasure only.

the scent of your skin, the feeling of your breath on his, the warmth of your body and the way your eyes gazed up at him. all of this had pushed him away from the need to understand, he was done trying to understand. all he needed was to feel this more, he craved you like never before.

craving you so much, his heart would beat at a violent but soothing rythme while his loins would throb in anticipation, eager to feel you all around him. he fucked the indifference out of you, so addicted to your sounds you'd give him that he'd make it impossible for you to be silent.

his hard body covered yours entirely as he pressed you into the mattress, drinking in your smell and the sounds of your swollen folds trying desperately to hold every drop of cum he'd pour in you.

his thick, throbbing girth, so full of unbridled desire, he kept it all in and readied himself to spill it all in your channel, feeling the consciousness and rationality slip away as his sac, heavy and full of more creamy and thick cum, slapped against your folds.

your belly tight and core dripping wet, you could only scream your love for him as he kept on abusing your hole, one thing in mind, keeping you full and satisfied until your womb grew the proof of your love. you'd jokingly mentioned him leaving you with a baby before going on his last mission, to make it all the more special.

august walker was the last man on earth to desire children, his mission way to important to waste. but, this, you. you were the mission now, the center of his attention, the focus of his life. he reserved his being to you entirely. his time, his presence, his health, all of it was yours and your happiness was the only mission he had left. the rest was only secondary.

he wanted to leave you with something before going on his last mission and this was perfect. the last ever before finally granting you the life you deserved.

"oh god ! oh god, more ! p-please ! p-please, please, please fuck ! please august, god please !" you wailed, feeling his long fingers press the bulge forming into your stomach and lower to rub around your clit.

staring at you in the mirror in front of your bed, he smiled, biting your shoulder while he forced you to look up at the obscene vision.

"my moon, my beautiful wife. begging for more cock when she cried for a pause." he taunted, remembering how much orgasms you'd been through before he even let your walls swallow his cock whole.

"please no ! no, fuck, no ! no pause auggie please ! fuck, need more, god please !" you mewled, your sounds falling directly into his throbbing girth, veins thick and pulsating into your soft walls.

turning your face towards his, he kissed your cheek and licked a vein, popping out of your neck.

"don't worry sweetheart. i could never leave you unsatisfied. not when you're stuffed so perfectly. made to take that cock and that thick load of cum." he grunted, feeling himself come closer to his end while yours was right around the corner. "tell me darling. tell me all about that baby you want me to put in you. tell me how stuffed you wanna get with my kids."

he flipped you over and stood straight over you, watching like a hawk as you started to squirm and twitch at the lack of movement. he admired how divine you looked, his cock slowly slipping out of you and a little flood of cum dripping out of your poor abused cunt. the messy, twitching hole called for him but he needed to hear all about your dream to walk around, barefoot and pregnant, no worries in the world about anything other than growing your family.

"oh god please... p-please auggie please ! please don't... don't pull out, god gimme... just need a little more cum... just need that, big load... all mine... please love, please... gimme just a little more... please, just wanna baby... gimme a baby please ! just wanna be full of your baby... please auggie..." you cried out, using your fingers to gather the messy flow of cum and stuff it back into you. your tits pressed into your small hands, you kept on scooping the roped of cum he'd coated your body with and swallowed it all or brought it down to fill yourself up with.

his eyes were fixated on the way you looked. so drunk on his cock and on his cum, he couldn't take his eyes away from you as you cried heavy tears of overstimulation, using your fingers to place his cum into your holes. he bit his lower lip when you pinched your nipples and pulled on them, trying desperately to bring out what he wished they'd be full of soon. if you could see yourself, you'd be distraught at how cum hungry you'd gone but his mind was elsewhere.

you truly wanted to be swollen with his cum and watch it turn into a child. his thickness shook at the simple thought of what you'd look like in a beautiful summer dress, walking into the woods, shoes in hand as you twirled around, stomach full and heavy with a lovely baby, growing healthy and big like it's father. god, this was the dream.

leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, full of love and adoration for the goddess you were. he'd often be equated to ares, for his talents in battle, but he was a simple soldier, fighting for the protection of his goddess, you.

as soon as his nestled himself back into you, balls pressed against your core, full and heavy with more cum to give you, he lost himself entirely again. he'd give you everything you desired and beyond. the world was yours if you asked, but for now, he'd give you the sweet child you desired.

dragging a pillow to place it under your hips, he licked the cum gathered on the corner of your mouth and kissed your eyelids as you kept on sobbing and chanting praises to his thickness for satisfying beyond expectations. keeping you so nice and warm, this was the man he'd become for you, soft and gentle with his words while he let his actions bring out the mindless slut that he craved.

"fucking hell... d'you see this my love ? feel that big cock ? all nicely stuffed in you. it's gonna put a baby in your belly. might give you two actually. yeah, twins. stomach full of two babies, all swollen and heavy. you'll be so big, you'll barely be able to walk or live without me. i'll carry you everywhere. the three loves of my life. you'll be beautiful, breathtaking even." he groaned, spilling into you as soon as the vision fully formed in his mind. he saw it, your beautiful frame changing to accommodate to the babies you'd carry.

"oh, oh, oh, oh god ! god, please auggie yes ! put babies in me ! please, just need your babies ! gimme your cum please !" you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your hips closer to him, feeling him more and more.

for hours he kept on pounding his cul into you, assuring the good news that would follow. he'd give you the twins you dreamt about, fucking so much cum into you that you could only be dizzy and loud for him, your head spinning at each load you received.

when you finally finished, you passing out in his arms, he kept himself deeply held into you, naturally plugging you full and rolling his hips under yours to leak out little drops of more cum. you kept on whimpering his name tenderly as his hans caressed your back softly.

"my angel, my sweet sweet sweet love... know that my love knows no bound and that the children we'll raise together will know nothing more than unconditional love. forever."

[catierambles]

Alternate Instincts Ch.6

(you get two tonight because they're short)

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 640

Warnings: ...*shrug*

After making his declaration, August pulled away from her as if she burned him, stomping back into the cabin. She didn’t go back in for a few minutes afterwards, seriously contemplating getting her shoes and walking to the access road, making her way back into town where she could call a taxi home. She’d get the rest of her things at some point, or they could throw them away, she didn’t care.

In the end, she went back inside, not really keen on the idea of the long walk and the prospect of Jordan finding her alone out in the dark. The house was quiet again and she crashed on the couch, pulling the throw blanket around herself, but not sleeping until dawn.

“So,” Stephanie started as Walter pulled away the next morning, “Am I five for five, or am I missing one for a perfect score?” He just smiled at her, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her lips, making her eyes close. “I guess I have the whole set, then.”

“Four Alphas, one Beta.” Geralt said, “You’re a female Alpha.”

“And to state the obvious again,” She said, opening her eyes to look at him, “I’m not a wolf.”

“Don’t matter, apparently.” Sy said, folding his arms over his chest. “We got no way of verifyin’ if your blood transfusion came from a wolf, but I don’t think any of this would have happened otherwise. You ain’t a wolf, not fully, you can’t shift, but you got somethin’ inside ya doll, somethin’ that our wolves recognize.”

“Yeah, okay,” She said, “But is it me? Or the wolf whose blood I got after my accident?”

“How old were you?” Walter asked.

“Fifteen.”

“It’s you.” Walter said, “Even if it happened last year, it’d be you. The blood you got has already been cycled through your system and replaced with your own.”

“Aren’t you, like, a completely different person cells wise every seven years?” Mike asked and Walter shrugged.

“Basically.” He said, “Seven to ten. There’s nothing left of that wolf inside you anymore, Steph, but it left a paw shaped imprint on you that our wolves can feel.”

“Second question.” She said, “Do you have any control over who your Mate is? What if they’re shitty or you’re just not attracted to them?”

“Yes and no.” Walter said, “If our wolves just pay no attention to someone, human or otherwise, then there’s no way they can be our Mate.”

“Okay…”

“But our wolves noticed you, and they recognized you, that makes you our Mate.” He said, his hand still at her low back from when he had pulled her close, his thumb moving over her t-shirt. “You can feel them, can’t you? Our wolves.”

“I felt…something.” Stephanie said, “And I saw…I think I saw your wolves. They were only split second images, but Geralt, yours is white, yeah? Like your hair?” He nodded, “Sy, is yours like a russet brown? Kinda earthy?” He nodded as well, “Augusts’ is pure black, so we’re good there, and Walter, yours is…” She paused, sighing a little through her nose, a furrow creasing her brow. “Yours is almost a dark chocolate color?”

“Exactly.” He said and she hummed. “What, love?”

“This has got to be one of the weirdest reverse harems ever.” She said.

“I understood maybe halfa that.” Sy said and she snorted.

“You know how some animes or mangas will have one kind of plain looking guy, nothing really spectacular about him, and a bunch of super hot women that all want his dick?” She asked and he nodded slowly, “That’s a harem, reverse harem is what it says on the tin.”

“One gal, buncha guys?” Sy asked and she nodded. “Well you ain't plain lookin’.”

“And, sweetcheeks, you're awesome.” Mike said and she snorted but didn't say anything.

[cavills-kitten]

...So am I - Chapter 6

Summary: You are a high ranking Agent with Interpol, happily enjoying your career and domesticity with Walter; but a link to your very dark past emerges. Will your long past connection to a dark August Walker threaten everything you have?

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Female Reader (called Veronica), Dark August Walker x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, BDSM, impact play, branding, dub-con, Oral, Fingering, Unprotected Sex. Dark August Walker x reader. This gets dark in places, please do not read if you don’t enjoy darker elements and angst, but there is plenty of fluff to make up for it.

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Chapter 6

You wake early the next day, limbs entangled with Walter’s, his head buried in the crook of your neck, one hand cupping your breast softly.  You stretch your sore muscles, smiling as you remember last night's activities with your bear.   Walter snuffles in his sleep and you stroke his hair lovingly, soothing him back to sleep.

Having slept better than the last few nights, you feel somewhat refreshed.  Then you remember where you are, why you’re not at home, and what you have to do.

Quietly getting out of bed, you grab your oversized t-shirt pad out to the kitchen to start some coffee.  The room is still covered in reports and your notes, reminding you that you have to do your job. 

You have to locate and bring in August Walker, ex CIA assassin, terrorist and your former lover.  You stand looking out of the high rise window at the people below, nursing your hot black coffee, the people down there are clueless.  They have no idea of what really goes on, the things that people have to do to keep them safe.  

You wish you could just pick up the phone and arrange for the world’s special forces to swoop in and capture August in some epic showdown, but it's not like that, it never is. 

You know exactly how to catch him; the devil, like August, is hidden in the details, the money trail.  It all boils down to that, no matter what ideals you’ve heard spouted over the years, the justification for chaos, the misguided anger over perceived slights, the desire for change; it's all about the money.  

You know the life of a spy or a terrorist may seem exciting and glamorous, but it's surprising how mundane it can be.  Nobody does anything for free, and just the same as all those people walking the streets below to work, the bad guys need to be paid for their work.  It's how you’ve caught almost everyone in your career, they all have bills to pay, and money is always traceable.

You go back to the sofa and start sorting through the paperwork, you’ve already done the hard work in tracing the bank account, you just need to arrange the seizure.

Your eyes linger on the white gift box Walter bought with him yesterday, with all that’s gone on you never asked him about it. 

You reach for it and wonder if it's a gift for you from him, you’d be surprised if it was though as Walter isn’t one for extravagant gifts, he prefers to show his feelings in other ways.  You get distracted thinking about all the times you’ve arrived at work and found a large hot coffee and your favourite cinnamon bun waiting on your desk for you.  The times you’ve got home late and he’s left a meal for you, taking care of the domestic side of life.  

Your fingers are now tracing the gift box and without really thinking you open it and everything stops.  Time seems to stand still as the scent hits you, lavender, sandalwood, and patchouli.  Even after all this time, you can feel the telltale throb of arousal, like a pulse between your thighs and you’re disgusted with yourself.   You look down at the bottle of massage oil, so familiar and yet so distant now, your stomach churns at the thought.

“Hey Ronni, you’ve found it then” Walter walks in from the bedroom, his messy curls looking delicious as always, his trousers sitting low on his hips.  “It was on the doorstep at home the other day, figured it was something you’d ordered”. He walks to the kitchen and starts fixing his coffee, not realising that you haven’t moved, haven’t spoken, have barely breathed.

Your hands tremble as you lift the delicate glass bottle out of the box and bring it up to your nose, inhaling deeply the aroma.  It immediately takes you back to him, to August, he’d spend hours rubbing it into your skin, to soothe your aching muscles and sore skin or more often than not to improve the sounds of whatever he was using on your back, your legs, your buttocks.  He always did enjoy the sound of the crack against your oiled skin followed by your cries.

Suddenly you’re furious, you stand and launch the bottle with all of your strength against the far wall.  You watch with satisfaction as the bottle smashes and oil drips down the wall. 

Faintly as if underwater you can hear someone screaming and sobbing, hyperventilating.  Walter’s face fills your vision, his face concerned, large hands gripping your head as he forces you to look at him.  You realise that it's you screaming and you can’t catch your breath.  

“Take a slow breath in, Ron, that’s it, and out now, follow me.  It’s ok, I’m here. In again,  and out.  Slowly, slowly.  It doesn’t matter right now, just focus on me and breathe slowly.”  You can feel your head starting to clear, but you’re trembling uncontrollably.

Walter’s hands move to your shoulders, gently trying to press you to sit down and you flinch, he immediately drops his hands and looks at you intently. 

“I’m going to help you sit down and I’ll need to touch you, ok” You numbly nod and he eases you to sit back on the sofa.  You close your eyes and continue your slow breathing.  You can hear Walter talking to you, reassuring you.

You can feel yourself calming, recognising you’ve had a panic attack.  It’s been so long since you last had one.  Your old coping techniques kick in, along with your training, assess, evaluate and act. Walter is sat next to you, close enough that you can feel his warmth but not touching you; his head is bowed and he’s running his hand through his hair, a trait of his when he’s trying to process his emotions.  

You reach out to touch him “I’m back now Walter, I’m ok.”  He looks at you with an expression you’ve never seen on his face, emotionless eyes, hard and cold.  “I’m going to kill him, Ronni, slowly, I know you and for you to react like this, it must have been worse than you told me.”  Walter hisses “He’s a fucking dead man walking and he doesn’t know it”

You stand and walk to the hidden gun safe, punching the code from memory, you methodically get out two guns and ammunition.  You load the guns and hand one to Walter.  “You can’t kill him, Walter, he needs to be brought in alive.”

Walter watches you carefully as he takes the gun from you.  You can see that he wants to argue with you. “What do you want me to say, Walter, that it feels like I barely got out intact, that it took me years to put myself back together.  He was my first everything and he’s a psychopathic terrorist, what does that say about me?”

“What! You mean you were..” Walter is now standing too

“YES Walter, I was a virgin and my first experience with sex was hardcore BDSM, I could tell you tales that would make you feel both repulsed and aroused, and that is the fucking point.” You’re shouting now.  “It's all a power trip, being able to manipulate and control someone and get your rocks off at the same time. It’s the same arrogance as believing he is the answer to the world’s problems.”

Walter’s face softens, he can sense how tight you are wound. You try and take a calming breath.

“I’m not going to let him hurt either of us; it's been a while but I was trained as an agent by MI6 and the CIA.  I’m more than a match for him and I know how to get him, we just need to wait”

You’re fastening the holster to your body and Walter can’t help himself, he has to make sure it’s secured properly.  In other circumstances, you could imagine enjoying my bear encasing your body in leather straps, the thought makes your thighs clench and you can feel the heat in your eyes as you watch Walter’s strong hands fastening buckles and checking tightness.   Just like always, he knows, he can sense your arousal and he smirks with a tense jaw.  He grabs you close to him and kisses you deeply, possessively. You gladly surrender to him, in his arms, where everything is good, at least for a moment.  

You pull away from Walter, “the gift, it’s from him, it means that he knows about the hunt, about me and you, and make no mistake he’ll come here.” You turn and look at the oil dripping down the wall, the smashed bottle on the floor “He’s trying to remind me that he owns me, that I’m his and that he’s dangerous”. You turn and look at Walter, “he forgets that so am I”

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