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#august walker one shot
imyourbratzdoll · 9 months
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Hey, regarding your Henry Cavill fics, could you write about August Walker as a husband or a father? I've never read anything related to that about August. The idea of August being this evil man but with a secret family. He's an evil antagonist and I love him like that, but soft August would be nice for a change.
hello, I do apologise for taking so long to get to this and the shortness. I hope you enjoy it either way.
summary - your married to august walker, and he finally comes home and greets you and your kids.
the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
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“Honey, I’m home!” August walks through the door tiredly. He puts his bags down and kneels, hearing little feet running toward him. August smiles, opening his arms as his daughter and son run into them. 
“Daddy!!!” They launch into his arms, wrapping their tiny arms around him. “Missed you so much!” They giggle, snuggling close to him.
“I missed you munchkins too! Were you good for mummy?” August asks, stroking their backs and hair. They nod, grinning up at him.
You smile, leaning against the wall and watching your husband with your children. “Hey, baby.” He looks up before standing, lifting your kids into his arms and walking over to you. August smiles, leaning close and placing a soft kiss on your lips. Your hand comes up and strokes his cheek, noticing the tiny cut. 
“I’ve missed you and the kids so much.” 
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keanureevesisbae · 1 year
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August Walker x fem!reader 
Summary: August Walker's daughter has been born. There is
Wordcount: 0.6k
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy and child birth.
A/N: The weirdest thing has happened: I have baby fever. Me, the girl who has been saying since she was four that she never wants kids. I don't know what happened, but anyway: here is a little piece of August becoming a parent.
He almost deemed it impossible to get himself into that room. He leans against the wall, taking in one deep breath after another. He had been waiting for this moment the second they found out, but now it’s here, it’s different. 
In that room is his girlfriend waiting, holding their baby. The one they created. He can’t seem to wrap his mind around the fact he is officially a dad now.
August Walker is a father. 
She never expressed a need for having kids, but that was expectable. They were only dating for around six months when she discovered she was pregnant.
But she was absolutely ecstatic. 
He was scared, but could find peace and happiness. In the months ahead of him, he could get used to him being a dad.
Then he was a dad in theory. Now he truly was one. A dad. A father. 
In that room not only his girlfriend is waiting for him, but also a little baby.
Maybe it’s even harder to get himself in that room, because he wasn’t there when she needed him the most. He hopes she would understand, that he was stuck at work and then in traffic.
But maybe he’s too optimistic about her reaction.
August pushes himself from the wall, wanting to make his way over to the room, when he hears her soft voice. 
‘Hi little one,’ she says, causing him to halt his step. ‘Your dad will be here any minute now. I know you will absolutely love him. I know I love him dearly.’ She lets out a deep sigh. ‘I hope he is able to get over his fear. He puts on a brave face, but he often times second guesses himself, thinking he is going to be a bad father. But he showed me he is excellent dad material. August already took such good care of us before you were even here.’
A tiny little noise leaves the baby’s lips and August clenches his jaw, as he balls his hands into fists. 
Why is it so hard to go in?
‘He’ll be here.’
He can hear the desperation in her voice. She’s not telling it to the baby, but to herself. 
Instead of standing outside the room, he should go in and be there for her. 
It’s the least he can do. 
August walks in and she looks up instantly. Her fatigue immediately disappears as she smiles widely once her eyes land on him.
‘Hi,’ she says, ushering him over. ‘It’s okay.’
‘I’m sorry,’ he says.
She shakes her head. ‘Don’t be sorry. You're here now. Come here.’ She holds out her hand and he walks up to her. There are a million things he wants to say to her, apologies and what not, but once he holds her hand and sits on the side of the bed, that is all forgotten.
He looks at the dainty baby in her arms, eyes opened as they are taking in the world. 
‘You have a daughter, August,’ she says. 
He hesitates, but she picks up on it straight away. She places their daughter in his arms and the second he holds her close, August can finally let out that smile he knew was there deep down.
He has never been happier and is finally able to push those anxious thoughts aside, knowing they’ll creep up on him when he least expect it. But he has her by his side, the love of his life and though it will not be easy, he is ready to take on this challenge.
She pecks his cheek and whispers: ‘You look like a natural.’ She curls up next to him and sighs deeply. ‘I love you.’
August smiles. ‘I love you. Both of you.’ With all his heart.
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princessaxoxo · 2 months
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‧͙⁺˚・༓☾ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 ☾・˚⁺‧͙
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dbf!august walker x fem!reader
✧˚ ༘ ⋆。♡˚
𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.
𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: a much-needed night out turns into a confrontation with august.
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 18+, a lot of angst
𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2k+
✧˚ ༘ ⋆。♡˚
“Slow down!”
In your backless gold dress, you were dragged by the hand into the most popular nightclub in the city by your best friend Willow. The place was jam-packed, people squeezing into every possible space as the lights flashed, everyone grinding against one another.
When August hadn't gotten back to you since the morning after Thanksgiving, you initially assumed he was simply busy running his company like usual. However, after a month had passed, you were mistaken—it was clear that he had no regard for you.
So to get your mind off of him, you agreed to go out with Willow instead of staying at home with your thoughts.
“Shots!” your friend shouted over the blaring music. After licking the salt off the glass's rim, you quickly drank the tequila and chased it with a lime. A burn in your throat followed. Before you knew it, the bartender had poured you numerous rounds of shots, and you were texting an inebriated text message to August.
"I'm over you; don't expect to go see or hear frlm me abain bue augyst.”
A drunken smile took over your face as you pressed send and turned off your phone. The music around you intensified as you made your way to the dance floor with Willow. She took hold of your hips, and the two of you began to rub and sway against one another in tune with the music.
Everything around you blended into a blissful, intoxicated blur.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
August realized after Thanksgiving that perhaps being with you wasn't the best choice. He was having an affair with his closest friend's daughter. He might not have seen you grow up, but he's been told stories of you from your father over the years, which makes it safe to say that he never imagined the two of you would start dating secretly. However, you were his favorite forbidden fruit from the moment he saw you.
When he saw you again, he was unable to control himself. Though he was aware that it was foolish, he didn't give a damn. He assured himself that he only needed to be with you once, but after tasting you, he realized he was in trouble and needed more.
The way your eyes looked at him was always so needy, innocent, and full of life.
In addition, he knew that he wouldn't be able to control himself if he saw you again and you gazed at him with those stunning doe eyes; you would have him totally wrapped around your finger.
When his phone buzzed in his coat pocket and your name flashed, immense guilt filled him. Though the last thing he wanted was to hurt you, he realized he should have gotten in touch with you and had a mature conversation instead of ignoring you.
August stopped walking as he read your text. His face took on an angry, worried expression as his eyebrows furrowed. Saying you were over him in a drunken text message to him? That was not something he was willing to accept.
All he got when he tried to call you was your voicemail. August texted you multiple times after you didn't return his calls, and each message failed to send. As he glanced at your often updated Twitter account—which you hadn't posted on—his jaw hardened.
However, he saw that your friend Willow had tagged you in some of her pictures. August enlarged the background of one of the pictures to reveal the name of the club you were at. He jumped in his car and drove quickly to the club without thinking.
Adrenaline ran through him as he entered and pushed through the bodies in the club. His eyes searched in all directions, looking for you. August called you again, but he was still only able to reach your voicemail. He muttered to himself, "Fuck's sake, where are you?"
This was the last place he wanted to be, and it was evident from the disdain on his face. However, he was unable to shake the image of you. Even if he had to throw you over his shoulder, he would not leave this club without you.
It seemed like hours until he finally saw you dancing near bystanders. Though he didn't know the man behind you, he did identify your friend Willow, who was dancing next to you. The man's hands were on your hips, and his body was pressing against your back. What irritated August even more? As the stranger spoke in your ear, you grinned and laughed.
August cursed his way among the clusters of people surrounding him until he was directly in front of you.
Shock was the first feeling that went through you when you saw August in front of you, but that quickly transformed into you clumsily approaching him. "What are you doing here?" You spoke incoherently to him.
"What are you doing here? is the question that needs to be answered, not what am I doing here? And why did you turn off your phone?” August was enraged. His jaw was tightening, and his nostrils were flaring.
Pressing your finger into his firm chest, you gave him a shrug and said, "Because I didn't want to speak to you."
He hauled you to the closest restroom by the arm.
"It doesn't matter if you choose not to talk to me." He advanced on you with a stalk. "You're endangering yourself by acting like a drunken idiot. Rubbing your ass like a slut on a stranger," steam was nearly emanating from his body, and his chest was heaving.
You could feel the tears welling up at the way he spoke to you.
"Slut? A drunken idiot? That's how you actually see me?" you asked.
Venom dripped from his response as his eyes poured into yours. "Yes."
"Screw you! You're not allowed to call me a slut. I am free to do as I choose; you have made it very apparent that I am not yours. I don't need to justify myself to you. There is absolutely nothing you could do to stop me from going back out there, taking that guy home, and fucking him." The buzz you had was long gone.
August could see by the expression in your eyes that you were serious. Though he knew immediately after speaking the words that he shouldn't have spoken them, his anger prevented him from stopping.
He inhaled deeply.
One moment you were standing on your feet arguing with August, then suddenly he flung you over his shoulder and stormed out of the bathroom. “Put me down!” you yelled over the blaring music.
Giving you a slap on your ass, he replied, “Be quiet before I have to teach you a lesson.”
After that, you stayed silent, both you and August.
All you got out of August after leaving the club and returning to his house was silence. Which, you thought, was absurd given what he had said to you; he needed to be saying sorry.
He got out of his car to open the door on your side as soon as it pulled into his driveway. "Let's head inside; come on." With your arms folded, you sat there motionless, gazing out of his front windshield. "No." His gaze was burning holes in you, and you could feel it.
Once more, August hoisted you over his shoulder while yelling, "Dammit!" After entering his home, he went to his room, sat you on his bed, and knelt down. August gripped your left foot. "What are you doing?" you asked him, casting him a strange glance. His gaze locked with yours. "Helping you get comfortable so you can sleep off your buzz." Despite the rolling of your eyes, he could tell you were grateful when you glanced at him.
"If you were going to be disrespectful, you didn't have to show up tonight," you added. He gave a head nod, then carried on. "Go to sleep, and we'll talk in the morning," before helping you into his bed and heading out to sleep in the guest bedroom for the evening.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
Slowly opening your eyes, you saw rays of sunshine peeking in through the window, yawning and rubbing your eyes as the creaky door opened. Rolling over, you saw an exhausted August enter with some medicine and drink. "Take this ibuprofen for your headache, and wash it down with a bit of this water."
Without even looking at him, you swallowed the pills and then the water.
"Last night, words just can't—" You raised your finger. "I'm going to cut you off there. You referred to me as a drunken idiot and a slut. I never would have imagined you saying that to me, of all people." An expression of regret filled his face.
“I was scared for you; you weren’t answering my texts or my calls. And then I see you dancing with some guy? It made me angry, and while I was worried about you, it seemed you didn’t care at all.” August was trying his best not to raise his voice.
"So, even though you were afraid and concerned for me, you became jealous and decided it was alright to label me a slut? A normal person wouldn't do what you did; instead, they would be relieved that the person they care about is okay. You know what, too? If you hadn't ignored me for the previous month, I wouldn't have gone out and danced with a guy last night."
“I know. I thought-” August paused for a second, painfully staring at you, then carried on. "I didn't think it would be smart for us to keep seeing each other. I have known your father for a long time; we have developed a business together, and in certain aspects, I even think of him as family. I don't want to betray his trust. I also didn't want to lose you or cause you any harm. I couldn't." You just listened to him without saying anything. "Jesus, when he discovers that I'm in love with his daughter, he's going to kick my ass.”
You put your hands over your eyes and then turned to face him again. "August, you can't just say things like that. Not after what happened last night; that's not fair to me. Prior to last night, everything was great and perfect while we were together, but I would never want to go through what I did last night again. So, we should end this now if that's how you plan to respond when I decide to go out. Another advantage is that you won't have to decide between my father and myself."
"You want us to stop seeing each other?" August asked, shaking his head. "Everyone makes mistakes. Nobody is perfect. I feel bad for last night. I regret the way I spoke to you. But what if something did happen to you? Mmm? If I let you stay there and something terrible happened, I would never be able to forgive myself."
You glanced down at the glass you were holding instead of looking at him. "At least for the time being, I believe it's best if we see other people."
With a puff of laughter, he went on. "No, that is not something that is going to happen; you can forget about that." Before getting up and heading to his closet, August took the glass from your hands and set it on the bedside table. With a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt, August came back. "Go take a shower; my bathroom has everything you need. After that, come to the kitchen. I'll be waiting for you with breakfast ready."
Startled by his answer and his behavior, you blinked incessantly. He was beginning to give you whiplash. However, you ultimately knew what you were going to do. After you got up, showered, got dressed in his clothes, and brushed your teeth, you went downstairs to have breakfast with him.
"Tomorrow, 8 p.m., I'm taking you out for dinner," August said, setting a plate of pancakes with a whipped smiley face in front of you. “And if I say no?” August smirked while pouring you some orange juice. “Funny joke, now eat.”
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Double Trouble
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, abduction, drugging, anal and other adult content and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You meet a strange pair of men while waiting on your friends. (plus-sized, short reader)
Character: Lloyd Hansen, August Walker
Note: This is for the dick(s) and nothing else.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3
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A droplet of cranberry tinged alcohol clings at the corner of your lips. You dab it away with your knuckle and flick away the moisture. You cradle the triangular basin of the glass as you admire the spectrum of alcohols behind the bar.
You tap a nail against the glass and drop your hand. You pick up your phone and check the latest message. Nadia’s last text alleges that their uber is stuck in traffic. You weigh the honesty in that excuse. You know her and Gemma isn’t a better influence. The two of them are chronically late.
You click your tongue as the bartender comes by, eyeing your drink. You’re not that thirsty. He smiles as asks how it is. You assure it’s good and go back to your tedious wait. If there’s one thing you hate in a person, it’s the lack of consideration that comes with being late. Yet it seems that all your friends suffer from it.
There’s not much to distract yourself with. You don’t want to sit there playing Wordle like some loser. If they could maybe plan ahead past their makeup you might not be the eternal loner. 
“This seat taken?” You’re startled by the question but at first don’t realise it’s directed at you.
The stool next to yours shifts and you look over at the man who perches on it. Shit. You pinch the stem of your glass nervously and clear your throat.
“Actually, I’m waiting for someone.”
“And what idiot is leaving a girl like you waiting?” He smirks beneath the thick bristle of hair above his lip. Not exactly your type.
“My friends,” you grumble, “you’re gonna have to move–”
He ignores you and signals to the bartender with two fingers. He’s unbothered as he puts in his order for a neat whiskey, pausing to angle slightly towards you, “you need a top up, baby girl?”
You consider him. He’s tall, built well enough beneath the black turtleneck, but his taste leaves something to be desired. His hair is neat and slicked back over shaved sides, and his blues eyes sparkle mischievously above finely chiseled cheekbones.
“Baby girl?” You scoff, “uh, no,” you drag your glass closer and scope out the bar, looking for a set of seats to move to. “Thanks.”
As you turn on the seat, a hand brushes your hip and the stool at your other side scrapes on the floor. You nearly topple from the height and twist to look at the man who’s claimed sentinel to your right. You get a look at his face and the mustache that trims his lip. Is this some sort of club? Did you not pluck well enough?
“Come on, sweetie,” the other man grabs the stool beside your thigh, and spins the seat to face the bar, “finish your drink. You look like you could use the company.”
“Um, no thank you, I–”
You gape at the second man. He’s even bigger than the first. His dark hair is slightly curled and a short stubble covers his handsome cheeks and square jaw. The cleft in his chin adds to his brutish allure and the strain of his shoulders beneath his jacket makes you gulp.
You go to swipe up your phone but the first man is quicker than you. He slides it out from beneath your fingertips and holds it away from you. You reach across him and the other man tugs your other arm.
“Hey, let go,” you hiss, “what are you doing?”
“We just wanna chat, baby?” The second man hovers his other hand along your lower back, “you can’t be sitting here all alone. You never know what creep will come to bother you.”
You snort. Really?
The first man, with the lighter brown hair, hums as he accepts his drink from the bartender. The second orders scotch as he tickles along your rear. You twitch and give a desperate look to the server but they only chuckle. Wait, does he think you know these weirdos?
“‘Where are you?’” The first man reads off your phone as he drags his thumb over the screen.
You look around as you catch the second man’s hand and struggle to keep him at bay. You don’t see your Nadia or Gemma. The place isn’t that big.
“‘Sitting by the fountain’,” the man clucks and peers behind him, “I don’t see no fountain.”
“Sounds like you’re in the wrong place, baby.” The hand pushes past you and squeezes your hip, “what do you think, Hansen? She’s got a bit extra back here.”
“Bit extra all over but you know I got a type,” the other man purrs then takes a long draw from his glass, winking at your scandalized expression.
“Pretty face,” the darker haired man comments as if you’re not even there, as if you’re a slab of meat or product on a shelf. “Sweet little mouth on her–”
“Wow, wow, alright, you creepers need to go. I’m not interested.”
“We don’t see anyone else lined up,” the second man latches onto your purse, “let us buy you a drink.”
“I have a drink. And I have friends,” you grasp at your phone but the first man, Hansen, keeps it out of your reach. “They’re waiting for me.”
“Looks like you’ve been waiting on them,” the man with his hand on your hip growls, “so why don’t you leave them hanging a bit longer?”
“I’m really not interested, alright?” You feel dizzy as you bat away his hand only to have the others land on your ass. “Would you keep your hands to yourself?”
You slap behind you and barely miss the man as he chuckles. He pulls back and thumbs at your phone. You whine helplessly and lean towards him.
“Gimme my phone.”
“I’ll give you your phone when you earn it.”
“Right, you two are fucked,” you utter, “keep it. It’s not worth it.”
“Walker,” the pervert with your phone says dully, “do it.”
You yipe as you feel a prick and slap your hand down on your thigh where the flesh stings. You look down as you press your palm to the hot flesh, a radiating pulse flowing through you. The other man, Walker, quickly hides the long nose of the syringe in his hand. Oh, what the fuck?
“Don’t get too worked up, honey buns,” Hansen spreads his hand across your back, “you’ll get yourself hurt.”
“You–” You bluster out, “what did you do?”
“It’s alright,” Walker coos as he rubs your arm, “you’re just gonna have a little sleep.”
“N-no,” the panic courses through you only to be hampered by a sudden wave of fatigue. You sway and plant your hand on the bar, “no, you can’t do this.”
“You gonna stop us?” Hansen chortles as he wraps his arm around you, “‘cause no one else is gonna.”
“I…” you begin then push the hell of your hand to your head as it swells.
“It’s alright, baby,” Walker taunts as your lashes flutter, “we’ll take care of you.”
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“Ah, I think she’s waking up,” the voice slithers into your ear as your eyelids slit. “Doll,” fingers snap before your face and you murmur, your head lolling as you squint in the harsh glare of light, “there she is.”
A caress on your cheek makes you wince. You groan at the pain tugging in your shoulders and the heavy weight just behind your toes. You drone as you look down at yourself, your feet held wide by a metal bar attached to thick leather cuffs that buckle around your ankles. You peer up at your hands, each arm stretched at angle with your wrists bound to chains.
What is this? Where are you? 
Your eyes snap wide and you search through the haze. The cogs in your mind grind slowly as the recollection churns through. The men, two of them, you know them. Not truly but you recognise them.
You were at the bar waiting for your friends and they approached you. Then… the needle! This can’t be happening. It’s absurd. So ridiculous that it can’t be real.
“Come on, juicy,” the man with the sleek hair cut coaxes as he cradles your chin, his eyes boring into you as he brings his other hand around the back of your skull. He holds you steady as he smirks, “keep with it. Sleep too long and that heads gonna be pounding.”
“Who… who… why?” The questions bubble over and weakly fall from your lips.
“You don’t need to worry about all that,” he winks as his eyes descend to your mouth, “you were right, Walker, she does have a pretty mouth.”
“You’re always playing with your food, Hansen,” the other man appears behind him.
“Birds of a feather,” the one before you, Hansen, brushes up your chin with his thumb. You quiver and bat your lashes at him fearfully. “Ah, look at the sweet little pussy, she’s scared.”
"Stop…" your mouth is dry and clumsy as you try to speak.
"You really should be thanking us," Hansen drags his hand up to your cheek and gives a small slap, "my partner here was generous with his dose… just enough to dull the pain, sweet cheeks."
You murmur as he lets you go. Your head slumps weakly as you hang limply from your restraints. He moves back and they face each other for a moment, communicating with just a look.
You use all your strength to lift yourself on your toes, arms shaking as you try to support your own weight. Your meagre attempt collapses and you dangle once more, groaning as it jars you from shoulder to ankle. You whimper and throw your head back.
"Please," you breathe, "why..."
"Does it really matter why?" Hansen looks back at you as stretches his neck side to side, "it's not going to change what happens next."
"Who are you?"
"See, that doesn't matter either," he grins and glances at the other man, a few inches taller and even wider. "So, who's starting, Augy?"
"Don't call me that, jackass," Walker rolls his eyes as he removes his dark brown jacket.
"Was being polite, that's all," Hansen retorts as ge rolls his shoulders.
You quiver and furl your fingers to fists. You look along your left arm, then your right. You tug on one then the other. There's no escape.
"Baby," Walker frightens you as he nears, unbuttoning his tip button as his mouth keeps a firm line, "you don't wanna panic. It'll only make this harder."
"Don't know about you, but I can't get much harder," Hansen jokes lewdly before peel his black turtleneck over his head. He flings it and smooths his hair back into place with both hands.
"Charming," the other man comments as he stares you down and his fingers continue down the front his shirt, uncovering the thick hair along his chest and stomach.
You bite down as your eyes sparkles with tears. You sniff and try to bat them away with your lashes. This can't be real.
"Go on," Hansen teases, "big boy loves crying. Turns him on, doesn't it, August?"
“Lloyd,” The man closet to you, Walker, August, whoever he is, growls in response as he strips away his shirt. You smush your lips together and plead silently with your eyes. He tilts his head as he considers you.
"Since I won the toss," Lloyd comes around and drags his hand along your side as he circles to stand behind you, "I'll take the back."
You shudder as he drags his hand over your hair and presses himself flush to you. He might be shorter than the other man but he still towers over you. He inhales your sent as he tickles his fingers down your neck.
August reaches to his belt, sliding free a short blade from a sheath there. You wince as he raises it, showing the black steel before tracing it down the strap of your dress. He hooks it beneath and snaps it easily. The other is cut just as swiftly.
You dress slouches and Lloyd snakes his arms around to guide the fabric past your chest. You tremble as your strapless bra barely clings to you. He makes quick work of it, popping the hook free so the nude cups fall away.
August grips the crumpled dress with one hand and cuts up from the hem. He slices through and whisks away the fabric. Your skin prickles at your sudden nakedness, only the soft lilac thong left to hide in.
Lloyd runs his hands down your sides and claps against your ass, kneading the flesh as he purrs. 
“Tell me you didn’t wear these for a reason,” he taunts as he pokes his finger under the elastic of your thong.
“Not… for… you…” you eke out.
“Listen, toots, every part of you is for me,” he rebuffs as he pinches your ass cruelly. 
August trails the tip of the knife down your belly and slips beneath the thong. His silence is just as troubling as Lloyd’s slimy remarks. The disparity in their characters adds to your uncertainty. Neither can be bartered with as they work methodically at their mission; you.
The thong falls apart against the blade and you whine in horror. Exposed and helpless. You shake your head as you dip it to hide your face. The shame scorches your flesh and sizzles in your veins.
August sheaths the knife again as he steps closer. He frames your tits and hums, his large thumbs caressing the rise of flesh and circling your nipples. His touch sends a shiver through your ass Lloyd continues to grope your ass. Your toes slip on the floor as they crowd you.
The man in front of you watches as he toys with you, rubbing your nipples hard as a crack forms in his veneer, a dimple of amusement sinking into his cheek. He bends his head as Lloyd’s hands drag down your thighs and you peek past your hip as he gets to his knees. What’s going on?
August takes your bud between his teeth and suckles, tweaking the other as you cry out in surprise. You push your head back as fingertips dance along the back of your thighs and follow the creases below your ass. His nose tickles along your cheek and you squeak.
“Got me a whole buffet back here,” he snarls against your skin, his lips sending ripples up your back.
He presses his palms to your ass and spreads your cheeks. You whimper as August nips at you, his tongue swirling as a pluck tugs at your core. The storm of sensation has you off balance and shaking.
Lloyd leans in and you feel his humid breath against you. You wrap your fingers around the chains that bind you as his tongue flick along your puckered ring. Your head shoots up at the peculiar feeling. He laps more intently as he pushes his face further between your cheeks, holding you still as you twitch. 
August brushes his mustaches from one tit to the other, a flutter across the skin. He teases your other nipple as he did the first, fondling you with his other hand. He trails his fingers down your torso, dancing along your stomach and pelvis eagerly.
He dips between your folds and you gasp. He searched blindly until he finds your clit, toying with it as he sucks fervently at your chest. You moan as your insides twist.
Lloyd's tongue twirls and swipes all around, prodding at your hole as he drones hungrily. He shakes his head between your cheeks, the hair along his lip adding to the ticklish sensation. You puff out, little by little, weaving a finger into a link of the chain.
August follows the previous path of his hand with his mouth. He mirrors the other man as he gets to his knees. Your legs quake as his lips graze your pelvis and he nuzzles the trimmed triangle of hair.
He reaches his tongue down to meet his fingers. You murmur as you arch your feet, a cramp thickening behind your calf. He rolls his tongue around your clit as his hand trails back towards your entrance. His other travels along the front of his pants. 
To your horror, his fingertips slicken along your cunt. He pushes back and forth across your entrance and centers his middle finger. He eases into you with the thick digit, drawing another pathetic moan from you.
Lloyd drags his tongue along your cheek and pokes around your ring. You hold your breath as he circles it and presses against your hole. He pushes until you feel yourself opening then pulls back. He repeats the act several times, each time a squeak breaks free from you.
As he eases his fingertip inside, little by little, you quiver and let out a jittery whine. He gets to his first knuckle as the pressure in your core pulses.
August slides in and out of your cunt, a steady motion as your squeeze around Lloyd’s finger. Lloyd sinks deeper and you grit your teeth at the fiery intrusion. You hiss and huff, eyes rolling back as the duel of sensations battles within you.
You hear the soft clink of a buckle and the subtle whisper of a zipper. Your lashes part as August pulls his dick through the front of his pants. He grips himself, stroking his length slowly as he drinks you in. You feel his rhythm rock against you and it floods you with another swell of heat.
Lloyd tilts his hand, fucking your ass slowly with a single finger. It’s enough to drive you mad as your toes curls and your ankles bend against the bar. You whimper as your thighs knot and your nerves bounce off each other. 
August spreads his tongue wide, swiping it up and down as he rams his knuckles into you, faster, harder. You pant through your nose as you try to fight the building thrill as it blooms from your core and stretches in tendrils up your chest. 
They find a tempo, working in tandem as they work your holes. You can’t hold back any longer as the pressure snaps and red hot pleasure burns through you. You cum with a rolling shiver, twitching uncontrollably as your voice drones out mindlessly.
Lloyd rests his cheek against your ass and chuckles. He slips his finger out, a little at a time, and smears it along your skin. He tuts as nips your quivering flesh. 
“Coulda fooled me if you told me this was a virgin ass,” he pulls his face back and spanks you.
August pulls out of your cunt and flicks two fingers along your cunt as he leans back. You watch him shove his fingers into his mouth and purr as he wiggles his dick in his other hand. Lloyd stands as he smacks your ass again, that time with two hands.
You squeal as August rises too, letting his dick bob before him as he pushes his pants down his thick thighs. You shake your head as you stare at his size. He’s so big you hurt already.
Lloyd taps his fingertips along your shoulders and kneads the muscle. He parts and cool air ripples over your back. You hear him behind you as August stays in front of you. 
August places a hand on the front of your thigh and one along the back, he brushes them down to your ankle and unlocks the cuff there. He moves across the bar and frees the other. He brings his arms behind your legs and rises, hooking his elbows under your knees as he has you hanging from your wrists.
One hand drags down your back and curls you towards him. He feels beneath you and pushes two fingers along your cunt. He spreads you as he wiggles his hips, angling until he catches his tip between his knuckles. He stretches you around him, inch by inch as you swallow down a low moan.
The air shifts behind you and a cool slickness spills along the top of your ass and leaks between your cheeks. Lloyd pushes his fingers between the flesh and rubs the oil against your hole, once more dipping inside. You groan and bite your lip as you try to withhold the delight that smothers your horror.
As August buries himself to his limit, Lloyd adds a second finger, both stretching you. Their breath creates a whirlwind, swallowing you up.
Lloyd pushes in and out, spreading his fingers wide inside of you as you cling to him. You clench tightly as you quiver uncontrollably. He slides free and steps closer. He pauses as he undoes his pants, the fabric rustling against your ass as you grip the chains tight above you.
August stills you as Lloyd lines his tip up with your hole. The bigger man lowers you onto the other, both your ass and cunt straining to take them both at once. 
Lloyd frames the back of your neck and keeps a hand on your hip as he delves deeper and deeper. August rocks into you steady, an arm hooked around you as the other snakes under your knee.
They glide into you at the same time, filling you to the brim as you tremble. You’ve never felt anything so painfully pleasant. They buck in time with each other, burying deep, and easing back out. Sharp thrusts and slow retreats.
Your head falls back against Lloyd as he ruts from behind, your hips tilt onto August. You’re lost in them completely entwined in their bodies. Before, after, all that you care about is the present and the coil winding tighter and tighter.
The orgasm tears from your throat at once. You shake between them and cum in a violent tide. But they don’t stop. They build a furious temple, battering you raw and you’re suspended helplessly at their mercy. Of which, they have little.
“You don’t think this ends when you cum, do you, sugar tits?” Lloyd breathes against your hair, “this isn’t over til your gaping and dripping.”
“Mmm, baby, don’t listen to him,” August growls as he raises his hand to your chin and lifts your head, pressing his forehead to yours, “you can keep going, can’t you?”
You know your answer doesn’t matter. Even less even than their taunts. They won’t stop and you’re not sure you want them too.
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pascaloverx · 5 months
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MASTERLISTS
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CONRAD FISHER MASTERLIST — COMPLETE
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES MASTERLIST — COMPLETE
PEDRO PASCAL MASTERLIST — ON GOING
BTS MASTERLIST — COMPLETE, ON GOING
AUGUST WALKER MASTERLIST — ON GOING
TANGERINE MASTERLIST — ON GOING
KAI — KIM JONGIN (EXO) MASTERLIST — ON GOING
THOR MASTERLIST — ON GOING
BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST — COMPLETE
DEAN WINCHESTER MASTERLIST — ON GOING
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ashbrat488 · 10 months
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August Walker - Lloyd Hansen
**What if... August Walker and Lloyd Hansen both went to Harvard together. They were rivals, constantly getting into fights, and all around hating each other. Until... Until Jackie came into the picture. She was a freshman when they were seniors and the only thing they could both agree on was her... And only when they shared time together in the bedroom... I heard Paris is nice all year long...**
One shot: August Walker and Lloyd Hansen with OFC Word Count: 2989 Over 18
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I step into the dimly lit suite that appears to be empty and close the door behind me cautiously as I glance around the room. "Hello?" I call out into the darkness as I approach the bed to find a note and a blindfold.
Undress Put on blindfold Stand with arms behind your back
"Okay..." I mumble to myself as I undress slowly, neatly folding my clothes to set them on the chair in the corner of the room. I grab the blindfold and tie it firmly but comfortably around my eyes and stand in the middle of the room. "It's extra for kinky shit," I shout into seemingly nothing as I hear a door open. I shift nervously in my spot as I place my hands behind my back as I hear not one, but two sets of feet step into the room with me. "It's also extra for another person..."
A 'shhh' comes from my right as I snap my mouth shut just as I feel fingers along my shoulder blade, down to my back, blazing a trail under the fingertips. I swallow hard as the sound of clothes falling in piles onto the floor fill the room.
Someone grabs my ponytail in their hand, pulling my chin up as I feel a hot breath on my neck, causing my pussy to clench and pulse briefly and eliciting a small whimper from my throat. I knew that logically I should be afraid, being blindfolded in a room with at least two strange men. But strangely, I wasn't. If anything, their presence seemed to put me at ease. There was an almost familiar feeling to being there with them.
A small grunt falls from my lips as I feel the man press down on my shoulder, forcing me to my knees and then on my hands. "Like this?"
"Mmmhmm..." I hear behind me as I swallow hard, feeling a man kneeling beside me.
"Are you not going to say anything?" I ask, already knowing the answer as I hear both men chuckle; one in front of me and one to my side. "Fi—"
I gasp loudly as I feel the stinging of a large hand on my ass. I'm barely able to catch my breath as it continues, a rhythmic smack alternating between both cheeks as my head falls down between my shoulders and I feel arousal drip down my thigh as my pussy throbs hard. I whimper as I feel the man at my side run a finger along my slick folds as the one in front of me grabs my hair once more to pull my chin up toward the ceiling.
A mouth presses against mine, a tongue darting out against mine just as a finger slips inside me at the same time. I groan, kissing back the man with a mustache, pausing for a second as he pulled away, his hand still holding onto my hair as I feel his eyes burning through me. "Wha—" His mouth, his taste, were both familiar to me. "Who are you?"
I only hear a chuckle, possibly a familiar one as I am distracted by the insertion of a second finger into my pussy. The man behind me at my side curls his fingers down to drag them against that sweet spot with every thrust as I whimpered and moaned.
"Did you miss us?" The man in front of me whispers softly, his voice barely registering as I felt the familiar waves approaching.
"Oh fuck!" I pushed back against the man behind me as he laughed, pulling his hand away, leaving my pussy wanting as it pulsed angrily at the denial. "The fuck! Who are you?"
I bring my hands up to the blindfold as the man in front of me grabs both my hands to keep them pinned onto the ground and the man behind me grabs my hair to keep my head up. "Tsk tsk tsk," comes from the man behind me as he pushes my legs together, kneeling with his knees on the outside of my legs. "I'm disappointed in you, Jacks..."
Jacks? I shake my head as my mouth falls open just as the man with the familiar gravel voice thrusts into me from behind with a loud grunt. He stills for a moment, his fingers digging into my ass as I groaned. No one had called me Jacks since...
"Auggie?" My nails dig into the carpet as August begins to move into me urgently, clearly unable to control himself. "Fuck..." I had forgotten how big he was as his cock stretched my pussy, hitting all the right spots as our moans mixed and filled the room.
"Hello, sunshine..." Lloyd's teasing tone throws me as my mouth falls open in a gasp and he takes the opportunity to shove his cock into my mouth, the tip already dripping with precum as he does. "Mmmm, that's right. I forgot how good you were at that." He removes the blindfold as I look up to find him watching me with a grin, moving his cock in and out of my mouth slowly. I whimpered around his cock as he cocked his head to the side with a smirk before looking up at August behind me. "She's going to come already, Walker."
"Weird, I don't remember giving her permission for that..." August states firmly as he stops moving behind me, eliciting a groan from me as Lloyd laughs, pulling his cock back.
"Auggie... please."
August moans as he runs his large hands up my back to my shoulders. "Yes... you do beg so well, don't you Jacks?"
My mouth falls open once more into a gasping moan before I can respond as August thrusts into me harder than before and Lloyd grabs the back of my head. He lets August's thrusts control me on his cock. I have no control, just the way they like me, as Lloyd's cock hits the back of my throat and his grip on my hair increases. I can barely focus on Lloyd's cock choking me as drool drips down his cock and balls and onto the floor and the feeling of August's balls smacking hard against my clit with every thrust.
I can tell they're both close as my own orgasm approaches quickly as well and I almost black out as I push back against August just as I feel him swell, releasing as my orgasm rocks through me. Lloyd pushes his cock to the back of my throat one last time, stilling as I feel his cock pulse, shooting cum down my throat as I swallow the salty fluid, looking up at him as he watches me.
"Fuck," Lloyd hisses before pulling away to lean back on his knees and I feel August pull away at the same time, causing me to collapse onto the floor on my stomach with a grunt.
I roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as the room fills with an awkward silence, the musty smell of sex and shit decisions accompanying the silence. I shake my head as they both stand, and I accept August's hand to help me to my feet. As soon as I plant them on the floor, I take a swing at him as he laughs, catching me mid-swing as he ducks away from me. I continue to hit him in the chest, ignoring the pain in my fists as he only smirks down at me, unmoving like the wall of muscle he is as I feel his cum running down my thigh. "Where the fuck have you guys been?"
"We tried finding you sooner, but you changed your name and disappeared," Lloyd offers behind me as he wraps his arms around me, carrying me into the bathroom where he sets me in the shower, blasting cold water as I squeal.
"Fuckers!"
More laughter from the men spills into the bathroom from the bedroom as I let the water warm before showering slowly. I hadn't seen the guys in almost ten years when I left college to take care of my sick father. He had since died, and I took a job as a high-end escort and glorified yacht girl for celebrities and rich party boys. Some might look down on me for what I do, but I actually liked using my body to get what I wanted. And I enjoyed sex, so it was a win-win for me.
I turn off the water and step out of the shower to wrap a towel around me. The men are both in the bedroom talking quietly as they both sit on the bed in their underwear. Both sets of blue eyes come up to stare into me as I lean against the doorjamb nervously. I could never choose between them when I met them in my first, and only, year at Harvard. They were both seniors and the three of us became almost inseparable. I couldn't choose and they didn't mind sharing me. I became the only thing they didn't fight about. I shift on my feet, standing up straight as they both take a glance at each other before looking back at me once more and August pats the bed between them. I take a step toward them, wanting to succumb to them as they both smirked back at me but I stood my ground, crossing my arms over my chest. "Two men in the CIA and it took you this long to find me?"
"Well... I'm not actually in the CIA."
"He got kicked out after only a few months," August huffs with a roll of his eyes as I giggle, nodding.
"I know. 5 months... I heard."
Lloyd grins proudly, shooting me a wink as he cocks his head to the side. "You've been keeping an eye on us?"
"Of course, I have..." I offer hesitantly, chewing on the corner of my mouth as I take another cautious step toward them.
"Why didn't you reach out then?" August asks, standing up in front of me as I shrugged.
"I wasn't sure if you guys still wanted me..." I never admitted that out loud before, even to myself let alone them as I hear them both sigh, reaching out for me as there is a knock on the door.
Lloyd pulls me to him as August gets up to answer the door and Lloyd undoes the towel wrapped around me, causing it to fall onto the ground at my feet. "Of course, we do. Every time we found you, you had moved on somewhere else. You were always a step ahead of us."
"Not bad for a whore..." I tease, wrapping my arms around his neck as he growls, his jaw clenching tightly and he pulls me tightly against his chest.
"You were always smarter than both of us. You're more than... this, Jacks... you should be doing more." He grabs my ass, his hands cupping my cheeks as he easily pulls me into his lap, so I straddle him on the bed.
"Why did you come back to finish school?" August sets a pizza box on the side table beside the bed just before I feel his chest against my back, his hands on my arms as he dipped down to blaze a trail of kisses along my shoulder and neck.
"I..." My eyes flutter as Lloyd leans back to cup my breasts in his hands. "I lost my scholarship, and I couldn't afford it... and now that I can, I don't see the point."
"We would have helped you," August proclaims behind me as Lloyd pulls on my nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he smirks back at me.
"Fuck," I whimper as August grips my hips, moving me along Lloyd's cock as I feel his pressed against my back. Both men had impressive cocks in their own rights, but what was more important was the fact that they both knew how to use them.
"You want my cock, don't you, sunshine?" Lloyd teases, reaching down between us as he pulls it hard from his underwear as I grind against it. He groans, taking over as August releases me and I feel him pull away. "Mmm, I like feeling you grinding your little pussy over my cock. You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
"Yes..." I lean up, lowering myself onto him slowly as his fingers dig into my sides. "Fuck, Lloyd..." I look back to find August back behind me again as he pushes me hard against Lloyd's chest.
"Relax, Princess," August whispers as Lloyd chuckles and I groan. Lloyd wraps his arms around me, laying back on the bed with me pressed against his chest as he pulls me into a kiss. I flinch slightly when I feel August press his finger against my tight rosebud with a groan. "Relax, I said. Do what you're told."
I whimper at the smack of his hand against my flesh before he replaces his finger once more, this time pushing into me. Lloyd chuckles and I groan, and August replaces his finger with the tip of his cock. "You always whimper and whine, but you always end up loving it. Remember, sunshine? Relax and let him in."
I can only nod, words not really forming at the familiar stretching feeling as both men grunt and August stills. I take a deep breath, swallowing hard as he dips down to feather kisses along my back.
"Ready?"
"She's ready," Lloyd answers for me, keeping his arms around me as he sits up and I'm once again sandwiched between him and August. They both begin to thrust in opposite rhythms, thrusting slowly at first as their cocks cause friction between them as I am just along for the ride.
Sweat begins to roll down my brow and face and I feel kisses along my collarbone and neck and back. August grabs my hips as Lloyd brings his hands up to my breasts again. "Fuck... guys," I pant, my head going fuzzy as electricity buzzes through my veins and they don't relent, speeding up, their breathing in sync together.
"Don't you come yet, Princess," August hisses into my ear, his voice deep and breathy, right on the edge with me. I clench around them as they both groan and Lloyd grunts in front of me.
"You can't fucking do that, Jacks. Fuck!" He looks at August with a glare. "We're coming now..."
August huffs as I shake my head. "You guys are so fucking impatient. Fine..."
I chuckle as I smirk at Lloyd, nodding gently as he nodded in return, cradling the back of my neck to pull my mouth against his. My tongue barely finds his before I succumb to the orgasm, my body shuddering between theirs as mine sets off theirs and the room fills with the sounds of grunts and moans. I collapse against Lloyd's chest as August pulls away abruptly when he finishes, and I hear the water in the bathroom behind me. I giggle, looking up at Lloyd as he laughs, mocking August.
"So impatient... some of us don't like having to wait."
"It's better if it's prolonged. If you edge first," August spits out behind me as I nod.
"Yes... but it's been forever since you've seen me. Let go of some control, Auggie." I feel him pull me back against him as he scoops me into his arms to carry me to the tub, setting me inside with a roll of his eyes.
"I did... stay," he demands, disappearing for a minute before returning with a slice of pizza which I accept happily with a grin as he steps into the shower and Lloyd plops onto the cold tile beside the tub with the pizza box.
"You're not going to let me go now that you have found me, are you?"
Lloyd glances at August through the shower before looking back at me with a wicked grin. "Of course, we aren't."
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August wakes up in the morning in a sweat with a hand on his chest. He smiles, grabbing the hand before realizing it belonged to Lloyd and not Jack as he tossed it away from him, kicking Lloyd off the bed beside him.
"Ow! The fuck!" Lloyd falls onto the ground with a loud thump before leaping to his feet to find August standing up on the opposite side of the empty bed. "What the fuck is your problem!"
"Where is Jack?!"
Lloyd glances around the room to find her clothes gone as August looks to find the bathroom empty. "You let her go?!"
"Me? You were the one all cuddled up at my side! You didn't notice it wasn't a small woman you were grinding on?"
"You're a fucking idiot, August!" Lloyd pushes August back as August balls his hands into fists, cocking his arms as he brings a fist back just as the door to the suite opens.
I push open the door to the suite to find both men obviously angry in mid-fight as they both stop and turn toward me, August's hands still balled into fists at his sides. They both glance from the bag in my right hand to the tray of coffee in my left before falling on my face as I smirk back at them. "Aww... are you boys fighting over little old me?"
"Well... I..." August stammers, his face turning red as he glances from Lloyd and back to me.
"You know how his temper is, sunshine..." Lloyd teases, taking a step toward me as August huffs, pushing Lloyd in the back as I set the stuff down.
I barely make it between them before a punch is thrown and I cross my arms over my chest. "Can we discuss those ridiculous mustaches on your ugly faces now?" I smile as the room lightens and they both burst out into laughter.
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acollectionofalpacas · 8 months
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Fandom: Mission: Impossible (Movies), Mission: Impossible Rating: Mature Relationships: Ethan Hunt/August Walker, Erika Sloane/August Walker (Mission: Impossible) Characters: Ethan Hunt, August Walker (Mission: Impossible), Erika Sloane (mentioned), Gabriel (Mission: Impossible), Grace (Mission: Impossible)
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Kind of? theres. a little plot but its not much, Palming, thigh riding, Dry Humping, Lapdance, ethans perspective p much, SLIGHT dead reckoning spoiler but only in character names at the end, august is . regrettably not in dead reckoning p1, also ive never written for these two before. hi, Clubbing, technically, Accidental Voyeurism
Summary: Ethan tried to ignore the pair of bodies beside him on the leather sofa, but occasionally his green eyes glanced over to watch the dancer move her hips in perfect circles, with August's hands gently, and seemingly respectfully, resting on those hips. Ethan eventually caught himself full on watching. Instead of enjoying the sight of the dancer herself, Ethan felt. . . jealous. He couldn't pinpoint why though. Maybe because August was enjoying her all to himself? That didn't feel like the answer, but he would use it.
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ughdontbeboring · 2 years
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henry cavill x woc reader
Henry is in no mood for teasing
warnings: smut (minors dni)
sidenote: of course im my horniest right before bed and when i wake up, so this magic is me just waking up 😅😇 i dont give permission for mt work to be used anywhere in any form.
if you fucks with it, like it, love it, reblog ans comment! 🥰
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Her hips rolled back and forth smoothly at a slow pace. The slick seeping from her core wetting his hard cock that was pinned between their bodies.
The waiting game was driving him crazy. 
“Stop teasing love” he huffed up at her. 
Mischief twinkled in her eyes.
“No” she simply stated. 
Her hips rolling slower. She didn’t know how long she’d last playing this little game. She was moments away from breaking, she need him so bad-
She felt his large warm hand grip her throat and pull her upper body forward before she knew what was happing. She was so focused on teasing him some more she had noticed that switch in his eyes.
Now she could see it. The games were over. He was no longer going to be her prefect English gentleman.
His large chest seemed bigger as his tanned skin stretched over his muscles. His hand was tight around her neck, not enough to hurt but enough to let her know he was done with her games. Enough to know he need her just as much as she needed him. 
They were face to face. Her body completely flushed with his. Heat radiated off his hot body warming her against the hotels ac that was blasting. God this man was always a furnace.
“You love this shit” He taunted, it was true she did, she loved when he got rough, when he used her. “I can feel even more slick dripping down my balls because I grabbed you by your pretty little neck”
She whimpered as she sucked her bottom lip. He was right, she could feel more slick dripping from her and onto his cock and balls. Henry made a sound that came from deep within his chest, god she was making him even harder. But she hadn’t moved.
“Sink that wet tight cunt on my fat cock now princess” Henry commanded as grinded gassing her. She jerked at the action, pleasure flooding her body. 
“Y/N-“ He started when she didn’t move. 
He didn’t have to finish using her name before she was scrambling to grip his cock. Henry hardly used her name, unless he was in one of those moods. As much as she loved those moods she also knew they didn’t have the time to fully go there. Henry was never late for anything that his job required of him, it was something he was proud of, she wouldn’t want him to start now just because of her. 
Her starting this situation this morning was risking because they didn’t have much time before his team would be here to get Henry ready for his first premier of his new movie. 
A movie that also required her lover grow a beard. She loved all of Henry’s looks but beards just made her feral and she was constantly jumping on him whenever she had the chance, like now even when she knew their was no time.
But what was she to do when she woke up to a hard cock rubbing against her, while the beast of a man laid sleeping? Wake him up to a wet and warm mouth like he loved. 
Finally she sunk his head with in her as she laid hovered over his chest.
The man’s cock was large and thick, every time felt like the first time with Henry. She knew he loved that she struggled to take him but that she always did and did well for him. 
She took a deep breathe before pushing down more. She seen his face falter, his brows pinch together in pleasure before returning to a cold icy glare. 
“Oh fuck” she moaned. That harsh glare always did something to her. He just looked so hot angry but she knew it was malice free. She also knew that glare was his trying to contain himself. Oh how she wished they had time for him to spend the day using and fucking her at his whim. 
Tired of her games and the fact that she had hardly taken much of him, Henry took control and started to push more of himself into her wet cunt. 
“Shit Henry” she moaned out trying to steady herself, one hand laid on his furry chest and the other around the hand that still held her throat. Without notice Henry sunk fully into warmth before he started to drill up into her. 
She gasped as she fell forward, trying to hold on. His thick long veiny cock splitting her walls. Her hands moved to grip his large shoulder and the other around the back of his head. The short styled hair cut was ticking her soft palm. 
His thrust were brutal as he planted his feet and drilled into her. The action causing her whole body to jerk forward while she tried to hold on. 
“My pretty girl you better hold on….if I slip out this cunt before I cum, I won’t let you cum the rest of this press tour” His deep voice threatened in her ear. 
Her eyes widen as she tighten her grip on him, her pussy involuntarily gripping him tighter at the threat that had her cunt soaking him more. Henry smiled against her neck, his nasty girl loved this little games just as much as him and she had no clue his publicist texted him last night that they would be meeting later because of a delay at the venue. 
She was in for a few more round this morning. 
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holylulusworld · 1 month
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Traders of love (lust) masterlist
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Summary: Our dear readers are in trouble. They sell the only thing they have left. Their body and dignity.
Pairing: Different (multi-fandom) characters x fem!Reader (different reader in every story)
Warnings: angst, kinda prostitution in some chapters, dub-con, extortion, voyeurism, roleplay, smut, virginity kink, pregnancy kink, daddy kink, sir kink, size kink, all the kinks, a/b/o, loss of virginity, sex for money, blindfolding, a lil bit of feelings, pregnant reader, single mom reader, age gap, DBF trope, BFF trope
A/N: This is not a regularly updated series. It’s rather a collection of smutty one-shots, with a different character and a different reader in every story. The stories play mostly in the same universe. Some (side-)characters may reappear in different chapters.
A/N2: Please head the warnings for all chapters. Some kinks are not for everyone. Stories will drop in random order.
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Like a virgin (DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader) - Kink: Virginity kink
Two for one (August Walker x Pregnant!Reader) – Kink: Pregnancy kink
I’m your daddy now (1) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader) - Kink: Daddy kink
I’m your daddy now (2) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader) - Kink: Daddy kink
Under protection ((Jack) Reacher x Witness!Reader) - Kink: Strength kink
Follow the law ( Andy Barber x Criminal!Reader) - Kink: Dom/sub
Best trade ever (Boss!Steve Rogers x Assistant!Reader) - Kink: Boss kink
Every move you make (Jake Jensen x Client!Reader) - Kink: Stalking kink
Damage done (Mobster!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader) - Kink: Spanking
Skyscraper (Sam Winchester x BBF!Reader) - Kink: Size kink
Instinct (Alpha!Walter Marshall x Omega!Reader) - Kink: a/b/o
Make you sweat (Lance Tucker x Gymnast!Reader) - Kink: Degrading
Lawbreaker (Lee Bodecker x Sassy!Reader) - Kink: Uniform kink
Swaying (Mobster!Ari Levinson x Dance teacher!Reader) - Kink: TBA
Chocolate and roses - (Mobster!Sam Wilson x Chocolatier!Reader) - Kink: Food play
More to be added
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shellyshellshell · 8 months
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Masterlist
Started: 7/21/23
Last Updated: 10/10/23
Total Works: 101
Henry Cavill
One Shots
Longing for You
The Little Princess
Gorgeous
Leggings
The Mustache
Will You Be Mine?
A Long Time Coming
Vacation
La Familia
Go The Distance
Series
The Interview (Complete)
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six
Steel My Heart (Ongoing)
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven
August Walker
One Shots
Silk
Dangerous Hands
Take Care of You
The Death of Peace of Mind
A Demon’s Desire
Series
Bunny and The Bear (Complete)
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five
Deadly Kiss (Complete)
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight
Clark Kent
One Shots
The Hunger
The Disaster
AU Henry Cavill
One Shots
His Princess
Series
The Betrothal (Complete)
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six
Captain Syverson
One Shots
Just a Taste of You
Series
I Can Fix That (Ongoing)
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen
Palpitations (Ongoing)
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five,Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine
Mike
Oneshots
Mr. Big Bad
Series
Lost and Found Again (Complete)
Part one, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight
Walter Marshall
One Shots
Fears and Doubts
Series
Detective Grumpy (Ongoing)
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven
Geralt
Series
The Road to Remembering (Ongoing)
Part One, Part Two, Part Three
Napoleon Solo
One Shots
Paint The Town Red
Multiple Characters
Old West
Dada
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littlefreya · 8 months
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Summary: Revenge is a dish best-served cold
Pairing: AU! Pirate August Walker x OFC (no mentions of body type or ethnicity)
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: 18+. No smut, but sexual themes are mentioned, as well as dark themes - he is a pirate. Possible historical inaccuracy. This is not the real Blackbeard. Mentions of kidnapping.
A/N: Not beta’d. Many thanks to @agniavateira @luna-aestas and @wolvesandhoundshowltogether for the support, and thanks to @geralts-yenn because this story started as a 15-minute challenge, and I ended up writing a whole shot. There might be a part 2, and this might turn into a series. We will see after my anxiety runs its course :D
Thanks for reading, and please reblog and comment if you enjoyed :)
Neptune's Snare
The soggy wooden platform creaked beneath her feet as she climbed onto the main deck. Each step eliciting s husky wail - a sorrowful hymn to the lost maidens of the sea - those who would never return, those devoured by the sinful desires of monstrous captain August ‘Blackbeard’ Walker. 
Whatever madness drove women to go there willingly was beyond comprehension. No more than a tomb, the ship alone looked like a carnivorous maw; black iron spikes stood firmly at the bow, and the sheer size of it was enough to strike fear at the heart of even the bravest sailor.
Yet, there she was, draped in a black velvet cloak and an ivory corset dress, willingly marching toward grave danger. 
Dozens of ragged men welcomed her onboard, filthy scoundrels, all drenched in an exotic mixture of sweat and alcohol. Hungry, their eyes gnawed at her tender flesh, but none would dare touch her. If August’s crew knew one thing, it’s that some fates are much, much more worse than death. 
It didn’t stop them from taunting. Suckling their lips, they followed the girl on her march toward the captain’s cabin. Cheer and chortle in their voice as they imagined the obscenities their captain was about to perform on this naive girl. 
“Pity, he never let us look…” whined one of the pirates while the other bood.
“Aye, you mad to come ‘er tonight. The cap’n hasn’t had his fill in weeks, lass. He would sure pillage each of you’ holes tonight.”
“He gonna paint her full of his sea foam!”
The entire ship roared with their laughter. The girl, however, kept a blank face and, without spending any minute longer, opened the door to the captain's cabin.                                                                                                                                                
Bright, golden luminance blinded Lizette’s sight as she entered the cabin. The walls were plated by ornaments made of gold, reflecting the sparkle of the hundred candles that burnt at the decorated candelabras and crystal chandelier. Fine works of art hung from each wall, and on a vast lacquered table stood a plethora of delicacies that made Lizette’s belly gurgle. 
She stared at the table momentarily, almost fooled by the obvious seduction. In complete opposite to the murky exterior of the ship, the captain’s chamber was a room fit for kings, sputtering style, elegance and riches. Perhaps this was how he lured them. The poor naive girls truly believed he would give them a better life. But Blackbeard was no king, nor was he a gentleman. He was the deadliest man the world has ever known - a serpent, nightshade - all he could give a woman was death. 
“Take off your cowl.”  
A deep voice called from behind, dark and mysterious as the ocean. It struck like an icy shard through her spine, making her shoulders jerk and stiffen. It was odd to know someone by hundred of myths and stories spun around them and have men mimic their voice in an attempt to portray them but never know what they truly sounded like. 
As it turned out, August sounds like a man one doesn’t refuse. 
Obedient, Lizette pulled the cowl from her head - slow as she would unwrap a much-anticipated present. Her gaze kept to the floor still, continuing to play the coy virgin the Captain wanted her to be, though if she had to be honest - she was terrified of whatever hideous monster she would soon have to face. 
There must have been a reason why the women who came here never left. Lizette was willing to bet every dime in her pocket that August was the most gruesome, repulsive creature, and the only way for him to keep people from knowing was by murdering each woman he bedded!    
“Shy, aren’t we?” Blackbeard murmured with a dry chuckle and began to circle her, observing his bounty from side to side.
“I quite enjoy shy,” he chuckled once more, his voice almost a groan. 
She forced herself not to flinch too much. She could sense his glare upon her, stripping her garment by garment, weighing what he earned tonight and considering all the ways in which he would pillage her body. It made her feel like she was one of the delicacies that rested on his table rather than a person. 
After gyrating around her and inspecting each crease of her body, August finally returned to his starting spot behind her and, in a low, delighted groan, demanded, “Turn around.” 
Doing as he commanded, she turned to him, still keeping her glance plastered to the floor, her breathing now shallow as the air in the room grew magically stuffy. She could spot his blurry silhouette from the corner of her eye; a tall and fit man, rather broad. It seemed that he was doing a loose white cotton shirt and dark trousers, and from his waistband - a gleam of silver winked back. 
“Are you a mute?” 
Another chill shot through her as he spoke. Absentminded, she swallowed. “No…”  embarrassingly, her voice cracked; she took a deep breath and reprimanded, “No, sir. Just nervous.”
“Captain,” he corrected. 
Lizette nodded but did not repeat him. She couldn’t. Words died on her tongue as the Captain made a bold step toward her, drawing dangerously near. He paused for a shy second, fingers laced together, contemplating, before he reached a fist beneath her chin and, in a ceremonious tenderness, lifted her chin.  
The air drained from her completely. Her lips parted in a mixture of fear and astonishment. 
It couldn’t be.
Perhaps she had the wrong man?
Grey, ocean-eyes peered at her through a face that women and men would damn themselves for. No! Even angels would. His jaw was sharp and profound, statuesque like cut marble - dashed with dark stubble and a thick raven-black moustache. His lips, though chafed from the salty sea breeze, were plumped and shaped to be kissed, and while some of his curls were streaked with silver, he still had a healthy mane of hair on his head. 
‘He could have been a decent man,’ she thought, ‘and yet he chose this?!’
There was an obscure attractive melancholy to his looks - almost tragic. 
August took another moment to study her face, a frown slowly forming on his ridged brow. “You look familiar…”
“I work the docks,” she answered almost immediately.
His stare deepened, eyes dropping to her cleavage momentarily before returning to pierce back into the back of her skull, “Skin too soft. Too shy to be a prostitute.” 
His fingers wrapped around her chin, caging it between his thumb and his index in a tight grip, making it hurt. He tilted his head, daring her to come up with another lie.  
“The tavern,” Lizette answered, firm and steadfast. She did not flinch from his touch, even though every instinct begged her to.
“And you came to me. Why?”
“What girl wouldn’t give everything for a night with the notorious Captain Blackbeard? The living legend… the king of pirates.” She softened her eyes as much as possible and offered a shy pout to reconcile him. 
August chewed on the inside of his cheek; storm clouds gathered on his pale eyes as he contemplated. They both knew she was flattering him to gain his trust and save her pretty little neck. It wasn’t a situation he hadn’t encountered in the past. They both also knew that he was stronger, bigger and armed and could snap said pretty little neck in less than a split second. 
“Are you a virgin?” He proceeded. 
She nodded, her throat clenching. 
August lingered on her response and, after what felt like an eternity, offered a small grin and pinched her chin sweetly as if to praise her before moving a step closer. Lizette smiled back nervously. She could sense his rum-drenched breath on her face. The scent was so pungent it made her moan invulnerably. 
Or perhaps it was the anxiety that was eating into her heart. 
“Ever sucked a cock, pet?” 
His question was answered by a small click that echoed through the quarter and the press of hard, cold metal against the bare parts of his chest. 
Not stepping back, he slowly, almost theatrically, spread his arms into a gesture of defeat while peering at the girl. No rage nor fear painted his face, and as he spoke, there was neither surprise in his voice. 
“Heh. So you ARE a whore.”
Lizette held the pistol determined, not saying a word.
“What is it that I do, pet?” 
Offering a sly grin, the pirate pressed against the barrel; the oceans in his glare darkened. As Lizette stared back, she could have sworn the many shades of blue in his sights shifted and swayed like angry waves. Quickly brushing the thought away, she cocked the gun in a warning, her little thumb grazing the trigger.
But to August, it was clear that the girl had never killed anyone before, and the longer she stalled, the more shaky her hand became. Taunting, he moved further into the barrel, which forced her to take a step back. 
“Do not move closer!” She finally spoke. 
August brushed her warning away, moving forward instead. He had been so nimble in his movement, fluid, like a sea creature himself. Only now she realised that his hands were no longer in the air. 
“Was it your dear mother?” He suggested. “Father? Sister?” He paused and offered a vicious smirk, “Ah… I see, A lover. Well, to that, I surely deserve to die. Go ahead, pet, pull the trigger.” 
His slender, heavily ringed fingers reached to envelop the barrel, holding the pistol steady for the girl. Every breath he took pressed the metal harder against his sternum. Lizette could sense his heartbeat pulsating through the barrel, the thrum of his blood nearly mingling with her own. No longer steady, her digit quivered around the trigger and in her throat, she felt the strenuous hold of anger, guilt and hatred. 
“You have taken everything from me!” She simply answered. 
Soon her sight became blurry, and wetness gathered beneath her eyes.  
‘Do it, do it now.’ 
Another click sounded in the room. Louder than the cocking of a gun. 
Lizette’s eyes flared in shock, and before she could pull the trigger, August had carefully veered the gun from his chest and, in a tenderness that was accustomed to lovers, snatched it from her hand. His other hand laid still on her neck, fastening the iron collar he granted her.
“Good girl,” he teased and then leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the forehead of the girl who was too struck by her own misfortune and stupidity to react. 
With the pistol safely placed in his waistband, the pirate stepped back, face alighted, eyes sparkling with starlight cascade, like a child who had just earned a new toy.  He clasped his hands together, ecstatic; thick silver rings chiming as they collided.
 “I haven’t taken everything from you, pet. but I am going to…”
With one last slanted grin, the pirate turned on his heels and marched toward the door, not bothering to bid farewell as he left and locked the door behind him.
Panicked, Lizette reached her hands to the iron collar, desperately trying to pry it off her neck despite knowing there was no logic in pulling at the heavy metal. 
“Please!” Tears trickled down her cheeks and chin, “no! No! No! Please!”
Through the open window, she could hear the captain's voice barking orders, commanding his men to lift anchor and set sail. 
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imyourbratzdoll · 9 months
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Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:
 ♡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 ➳ 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 ❥ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 ❦ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌
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𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡
summary - your married to august walker, and he finally comes home and greets you and your kids.
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adriennebarnes · 3 months
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The First Date
Pairing: Walter Marshall x Latina/Hispanic! Reader
Summary: Walter and Y/N go on a proper first date since they kissed in the interrogation room
Warning: spelling and grammatical errors because I don’t proofread
A/N: “Don Refri” is very popular, considering the fact that my followers are mostly because of my previous work, and I’m so happy! But would anyone be interested in being tagged in my other Henry Cavill fanfics? I have 2 Walter Marshall one shots out, I’m working on 2 August Walker ones, AND I really want to write a Mikey (I am watching Hellraiser as I write this, btw) one because he’s the main reason why I fell for Henry Cavill so I thought it would be fitting. LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED IN MY OTHER HENRY CAVILL FICS, also send requests if you want.
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On the bright side, Walter was not suspended for punching Tyler Delgado in the face…twice.
However, he did have to do desk duty with Y/N for a week which is anything but a punishment. Walter and Y/N have been having lunch together every day and have being working late together every night. And of course when everyone else has left the station, they have a little fun, nothing more than making out though because there was no way in fuck the first time they have sex will be in the workplace. Walter considered himself to be more romantic than that.
It was the last day that Walter had desk duty (Tuesday) so he was at Y/N's desk, eating a doughnut while Y/N was typing the reports. She turns her head to see Walter's lips covered with icing.
"You could help me, you know? It would make this workload a whole lot lighter." Y/N said.
"I could help but you look so beautiful when you're typing." Walter said, leaning in to kiss her cheek but Y/N pushed him away slightly.
"Not when there are other people here, I thought we dicussed this." Y/N said.
"Well then I guess I would just have to wait until our date." Walter said. Y/N furrowed her brows.
"Our date? I don't remember being asked out on a date." Y/N said. Walter turned Y/N's chair so she is facing him.
"Y/N, my dear, will you do me the honors of accompanying me to dinner Saturday night?" Walter asked.
"What a gentleman. I would love to have dinner with you." Y/N replied. "now please wash your hands so you can help me file this in the records room." Y/N said.
"Of course, my lady." Walter said, getting up from his chair, he kissed Y/N's cheek quickly before she had time to react. When Walter left, Rachel sat down in his chair.
"How's it like working with detective grumpy so close to you? Has he been correcting the way you fill out forms?" Rachel asked.
"No, not really. He has been fine to work with, he has just been observing me, I guess. Makes me nervous, but it is fine." Y/N said, telling Rachel half of the truth. Yes, having Walter work next to her made her nervous, but thats because he is a good looking British man that wants to kiss her all the time.
"I get that. But at least he'll be back doing his thing tomorrow. I got to do something real quick." Rachel said.
The following days were normal, Walter went back to his detective duties. He would ask Y/N to his office as usual, get in a few kisses here and there, he would sometimes bring her mexican baked goods from a coffe shop, it was business as usual and no one suspects a thing.
Y/N and Walter were almost done for the day. Luckily Saturday has been very a slow day. Y/N was cleaning up her desk when Walter came out of his offcie.
"You ready to go?" Walter asked her.
"Yes I am." Y/N replied. They both left the department and kissed each other goodbye.
"I'll pick you up at 7." Walter said, walking to his truck. Y/N followed him.
"Great, where are we going?" Y/N asked.
"It is a surprise." Walter said, getting in his truck.
"What do I wear this date?" Y/N asked.
"Whatever you're comfortable with." Walter said.
"You're not helping, just thought you should know that." Y/N said.
"Darling, it is winter in Minnesota, wear somehting comfortable. I'll see you later." Walter drove off and Y/N did the same once she got into her car.
Y/N made it to her apartment and realized it was already 4:30. She can't really prepare for her date on an empty stomach so she quickly made 3 quesadillas and ate while she began contemplating what to wear. Obviously she could not go wrong with a little black dress. But she is Latina so a red dress would compliment her more and make her stand out. She took a big bite out of her quesadilla.
"Ay, que dificil es ser yo." Y/N whined, she got out her phone and played music, connecting it to the charger because there is no way she's going on a date with her phone at 43%. "I could always wear a skirt..."
Walter wasn't having an easy time picking out what to wear either. He put on a Henley shirt and flannel of the same color, he was totally okay with the outfit until he looked at himself in the mirror.
"Oh god, I look like a Winchester brother." Walter said before he took off the flannel. The navy blue henley looks fine with his jeans and snow boots. Then he started thinking if a button down shirt would be better but he settled on the blue henley.
Y/N on the other hand was still choosing.
"Ugh, why am i like this?" Y/N questioned. "Fuck it." Y/N said, pulling out a dark/emerald green long sleeve sheer lace top, a black camisole, and black high waisted jeans. Once she changed, obviously wearing thermal leggings underneath the jeans because it is fucking winter, she put on her black combat boots and add some jewelry to dress up the look. Was debating whether or not to do her makeup to she decided on...(Your choice whether or not to do makeup). She sprayed her favorite perfume, and now was looking in the mirror...staring at her hair. (Again, your choice if you want to style your hair or not).
Walter was doing his hair, actually taking care of his curls this time. He wet his hair and started styling it with whatever hair products he bought at target that his barber recommended. He diffused his hair to speed up the drying process. When he finised, he trimmed his beard, sprayed cologne, texted his friend to see if the surprise for later was almost ready and he got the thumbs up saying it should be finished by the time they go. Walter looked at the clock and saw that it was 6:30. He drove to the florist to pick up a boquet of Y/N's favorite flowers (mine are peonies, you can tell in my other work) that he had ordered earlier, and then drove to Y/N's apartment.
Y/N was walking around the apartment, overthinking about her date. Am i overdressed? Am i underdressed? What if it is a disaster? What if he realizes we are better off as friends. Or even worse, friends with benefits. Like good enough to make out with but not enough to pursure a relationship with. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard the doorbell ring. Y/N walked over to her door to buzz up Walter. A few moments later, there was a knock and Y/N opened the door to see Walter. Ugh, he looked so handsome.
"Good evening, my lady, these are for you." Walter said, handing Y/N the bouqet he had hidden behind him. Y/N smiled and smelled the flowers.
"These are so beautiful, Don Refri, my favorite. Come in, I'll put these in water and then I'll grab my coat so we can go." Y/N said, moving over to let Walter through and closed the door.
"You look beautiful, by the way. Green is definitely your color." Walter said, following Y/N into the kitchen.
"Thank you, I was panicking. Your curls look beautiful, by the way. Why don't you style them like this for work? Not that i don't love your hair all the time. And you trimmed your beard, you did all this for me?" Y/N asked when she finished filling a vase with water and unwrapping the bouqet to place them in the vase.
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"Of course i did. I am afraid with how much I run my had through my hair, these curls won't stand a chance at work. Let's go, our journey awaits." Walter said. Y/N had her coat in hand and Walter helped her put it on (such a gentleman) and they left the apartment, Y/N locking the door behind her. When they make it outside, Walter opened the passenger door for Y/N, helping her in the truck and closing the door. Then Walter got in the truck. There were times when Walter was driving that he would drive with one hand (which i find hot) and had his right hand on Y/N's thigh. They make it to their destination and Walter helped her out the truck.
"no way, you brought me too La Grolla? I always wanted to eat here." Y/N said.
"I know, let's go in, shall we? We have a reservation." Walter said. He took her hand to his lips, placing a kiss, and they entered the restaurant. "Table for two under Walter Marshall."
"Ah yes, right this way." The hostess lead them to their table, Walter had his hand on Y/N's lower back, guiding her to their table, he then pulled out Y/N's chair and pushed it in once she was seated.
"Wow, Don Refri, you are making me believe that i should have dated British men years ago." Y/N said, taking off her coat.
"I'd say that you should have but I feel quite honored being your first British man." Walter took off his coat and Y/N would have drooled then and there because the way this muscles look in the henley was nothing short of sinful. Her eyes looked him over and Walter chuckled. "I take it you like the henley."
"There is just somehing about men wearing henleys that is so slutty and orgasmic." Y/N said
"Then maybe I'll start wearing them to work." Walter teased, winking at the end.
"Don't you dare, I wouldn't be able to concetrate." Y/N said.
Dinner went well, Walter ordered wine for them, they talked, then Walter got a text that it was finished.
"Do you want dessert or are you ready for the next part of the surprise?" Walter said.
"Another surprise? Wow, yes, lets go, I'm ready." Y/N said. Walter laughed lightly at her excitement. He asked for the check, he paid, and they left, walking to his truck. He drove to a lot where the winter carnival is. "Wait, i thought Friday was the last day."
"it is, but I helped the owner once and he said he owed me one. This is it." Walter said. Thats when everything turned on, the lights were beautiful. "So, my lady, what do you want to do first? I think its tradition as carnival dates go is to win you a prize."
"Okay then, lets see if you can win me a prize at the ring toss." Y/N challenged. She knew he was going to win but its fun to tease him. The owner was the one monitoring everything so wherever Walter and Y/N went, he followed to host the game or operate the ride. So far, Walter has won Y/N 5 stuffed animals. "Okay, Don Refri, I think this is enough." she said.
"Yeah, we need to talk about that nickname. I love it, I really do, but you said that you would stop if i started expressing my feelings, right? I started expressing my feelings to you, I think it is time that I get called something else." Walter said.
"I still have to call you that at work though, just until we tell everyone we are dating. Are you okay with that, corazón?”
"Corazón? That means 'heart', right?" Walter asked.
"Yes it does, because you have my heart." Y/N leaned up to kiss him.
"Mm, you know what else is tradition to carnival dates? Going to the ferris wheel and kissing at the very top." Walter said.
"Is that so? Then lets go, it is tradition afterall." Y/N said. Y/N place the stuffed animals on a table since they are the only ones there and went to the ferris wheel where the owner set them up and everything. It started going until it stopped when they were at the top. "The view is amazing up here."
"Yeah it is. You know, I'm very glad that you came to my police district. We never would have met otherwise." Walter said.
"True. Even though you were kind of an ass when we first met." Y/n said.
"And I am sorry for that. But now we're here. Now lets follow tradition." Walter said, leaning in to kiss Y/N. It was a soft and gentle kiss until it started to become more passionate and full of need. Walter pulls away. "You make me act like a teenager whenever you're around, and I love it so much, I never felt like this before."
"Me neither." Y/N said, kissing him again.
The night came to an end, Walter dropped off Y/N at her apartment, kissing her goodnight.
"See you at work tomorrow, my lady." Walter said, bowing.
"See you tomorrow, corazón." Y/N said, she closed the door and leaned against it. This was the best first date ever.
The End
Hope you enjoyed reading it!
Taglist: @shellyshellshell @warriormirkwood @secretdream2
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princessaxoxo · 5 months
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Halloween Night
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August Walker x Reader
Dad's best friend
Summary: You're invited to August's annual Halloween Party.
Warnings: 18+ Only, NSFW, age gap, kissing, cussing, Unprotected sex, p in v (doggy style), pet names (Daddy, princess, baby, good girl, bad girl), oral (f receiving), denial of orgasm
Word Count: 1.1k+
A/N: making more one-shots from the idea of August being your dad's best friend. You can find the master list here.
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As you entered August's home, you were greeted by a lavish interior decorated for Halloween. When you first searched to find your parents, you were not able to track them down. As you didn't recognize anyone here, it wasn't going to keep you from enjoying yourself. You grabbed one of the many cocktails known as Witches Brew. It contained edible glitter and had a purple hue.
As you lifted it to your lips and took a sip, the sweetness of the beverage overshadowed the alcohol just a little. You licked your lips and muttered, "Mhm," aloud.
August was looking at you, far away; you hadn't noticed him focusing on you since you arrived. He took notice of your costume this year; you wore a black mini dress, spider tights, thigh-high black heels, arm-length black gloves, and a witch's cap to complete your costume. Which was driving him insane. It molded your body perfectly.
Even though he was making every effort to look away from you, you made it difficult for him. In hopes that it might work, he turned his focus back to the discussion with his colleagues.
Because you had never been here before and were curious to see everything, you took the opportunity to tour his house. With increased curiosity about what was upstairs, you ascended his stairs. Two of the rooms were on the left, while two were on the right. First, you made your way to the right, opening the first door you saw, which you could have guessed was a guest bedroom. You were not interested in it, and the door next to it led to a bathroom. The master bedroom was the first door on the left as you crossed the hallway. August's empty room. You decided against going inside his bedroom because you felt it would be too intimate. Instead, you went to the last door and opened it to discover, even in the darkness, that it was an office. This intrigued you. Making sure no one was nearby, you glanced over your shoulder and saw no one was.
Silently, you shut the office door behind you and approached his desk. You turned on the small lamp that was there. As you sat in his chair, you peered down at his work, which you couldn't comprehend.
Peering down, you noticed drawers, but when you tried to pull them open, they were all locked. You said to yourself, "Well, this is no fun."
“Why is it not fun?” August's voice startled you. He was resting against the door of his office. He was dressed like Patrick Bateman, complete with a blood-spattered overcoat, which you could see when he got closer. You instantly replied, "Nothing."
“Is it my party? I agree with you in that regard. All the people downstairs are dull.”
As you laughed at his comment, he motioned for you to come closer, calling you to come here. At last, his eyes were able to capture you all so precisely. As you approached him, your heels made a clicking sound on the wooden floor. He reached out and removed one of your gloves to plant a kiss on the inside of your wrist. He then brought you in close for a kiss, his lips moving in perfect harmony with yours, which parted naturally for him.
With a moan against your lips, he said, “I’ve missed you, baby, more than you know."
"Show me how much you've missed me, Daddy," you said as his hands wandered over your body. You gave him an innocent expression and pouted. It took him only hearing those words come out of your mouth to lose control. He shoved you down on his desk and kept you down while pushing up the minidress you were wearing.
Once he saw your ass, he gave it two hard smacks. Which caused you to flinch and jerk forward, but August saw through your act and felt your arousal as he stroked his fingers against your clit while you were still wearing tights. He gave you another smack, saying, "You like when I slap your ass, don't you?" You stammered out a yes.
"Bad girl, not wearing any panties," August tsked, as he tore your tights open and discovered you were missing your underwear. "Did you do this hoping I would see?" He gave you a curious eyebrow lift when you turned to face him again. "Yes," you replied while biting your lip. As your arousal glowed before him, he licked his lips in anticipation.
You observed as his cock sprung free as he undid his jeans and dragged them down, along with his underwear. You licked your lips freely. And your breathing and heart rate increased. He knelt and said, "I've craved another taste of you, princess," and you immediately felt his tongue in you. His assault on your pussy was unlike anything else, making your thighs tremble and saying, "Oh shit." 
Like a man who is famished, his tongue licked your pussy all over. The feel of his mustache evaluated your pleasure. 
As he paused and you whimpered from the loss of orgasm and his contact. He quickly stood up, aligned himself with your entrance, and said, “You have this pussy swollen and sticky for me," and then he violently thrust into you with a snap of his hips. You let out a loud moan and threw back your head.
His thrusts got harder and harder until your eyes were forced shut and your lips fell open. His nails seemed to be digging deep into your hips. "That's my good girl, fucking take my dick," you moaned as two firm smacks struck your behind once more. "Daddy, I love how it feels. Please don't stop."
He clutched your hair tightly in his fist. “I want you louder. I want the sounds of you to be heard by everyone downstairs.” You could hear the sound of your skin smacking and feel his balls pounding your ass. "Baby, go faster." He pulled your arms behind your back and dragged you up against his chest. He took hold of your jaw and kissed you powerfully and sensually. You could feel yourself on the verge of another orgasm because of his immaculate rhythm. You moaned, "I'm going to come; don't stop."
He stroked your clit quickly after kissing along your neck, hitting your g-spot in the process. Soon after you felt August fill you up, your thighs trembled as his come dribbled down your leg.
August said, "Let's get you cleaned up, princess," as he helped you to the restroom. His care for you was phenomenal. No one knew what had transpired between you two as you both slipped back downstairs afterward.
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: After a leak causes you to evacuate your apartment, your landlord offers a vacant unit that’s too good to be true. (short!plus!reader)
Character: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Lloyd Hansen, and August Walker
Note: I wish this week would be over.
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The checkered fabric beckons you forward. Your fear smothers all doubts. You're in no place to question any of this. What will they do if you don't listen? Who are they? The voice that comes from thin air. Certainly Steve too.
You touch the dress and move it aside to unveil the small lumps beneath. A set of red lace lingerie to match the shade of the checkers. You swallow tightly and pull your hand back. You look at your fingertips as if they've been singed. 
You tremble and touch the hem of your shirt. They're watching. You shudder and slowly raise the cotton. You try not to think about what's happening. Just get through it.
You drop your shirt on the bed them quickly push down your sweatpants. You heap them atop the tee and close your eyes as you peel off your underwear. You sniffle as you don the red lingerie and figure out how to tie the little string at the waist of the dress.
Your eye is caught by the shiny red shape at the foot of the bed. A pair of heels. It's not hard to guess you're supposed to put them on.
There's a chime, the same jingle as before. You spin as you search around and tinkles again. It's coming from downstairs. You clamour out into the hall and cling to the banister as you descend. You go back to the kitchen and read the screen.
'Check your phone.'
Your heart leaps. You trip over your toes but keep upright as you run into the front room. You go to your phone but deflate in an instant. There's a video pulled up on it and nothing else. No status bar, no time. What the heck?
A message pops up over the paused video thumbnail, a woman's eye up close. You read the font in the bubble before it disappears.
'Upstairs bathroom. Press play. You'll know what to do.'
You lower the phone. Right. Not cryptic at all. You teeter on your heels before you can gain your balance again. You clop out and to the stairs. You take off the shoes before your climb and keep them in hand as you skirt down to the bathroom.
As you enter, there's a sparkly pink case on the counter. That wasn't there before either. You put the shoes on the tile and lean your phone against the mirror, leaning it just so before you tap play. You twine your fingers through each other as a beaming woman smiles at you from the screen. She welcomes you to her video with her cherry red lips and expertly lined eyes.
"Today, we're going to learn how to get the perfect look!" She chimes and frames her face, "so first, lets go over our tools."
She smiles so big, her cheeks are round, almost twitching as her eyes bulge just slightly. She lifts up a small bottle. 
"Let's go over our base..."
She lists off the items, showing each to the camera. You reach to open the case as you listen, revealing a collection of cosmetics. Wow. You keep a few essentials, tinted moisturizer, some mascara, a touch of gloss, but nothing too substantial.
She presses on, going through everything you'll need for eye, lip, and cheek. When she finishes, she smiles even wider and stares. The camera lingers a bit too long and the hollowness in her eyes unsettles you.
"But first, we have to start with a naked face. Let's go!"
She claps her hands in front of her and the shot transitions. Suddenly, her face is barren of makeup. You notice the fatigue under her eyes and the vibrancy missing in her skin. She looks above the lens and her lips quiver. She gives a small nod and clears her throat, as if distracted by someone else.
"Alright, let's begin," her voice creaks at first but she quickly steadies it, "are you ready?"
You feel icky watching the video. You're not ready. This is demented. This cannot be real. It's a horror movie come to life.
"Find your primer," she presents a tube proudly, waiting. 
You look down and search for a similar tube. You shake your head as you take it out and look back to the screen. She starts by showing you where exactly to apply the primer. You hesitate. The video on your phone pauses and another message pops up.
'I can wait, doll.'
You inhale and lean in. You focus on the screen and the video skips back ten seconds. You uncap the primer and follow along with the application. The longer you look at the woman, the more you notice. That mark on her neck, a patch darker than the rest of her skin.
She moves on to foundation. The video pauses again as you struggle to find the right bottle and a clean sponge. Then concealer, and some blush, bronzer, and highlighter. You're starting to sweat.
"And that's the base," she preens, tilting her head back and forth to show the effect of her contouring, "isn't that pretty?"
She stops, smiling, staring. The shot cuts again. She pulls her hand away from her chest and bats her lashes.
"N-now," she stutters, "now, we have to do our eyes." She leans closer to the lens and you notice the slightly puffiness in the brims of her eyelids, "remember, we don't want to mess this up. We have some nice waterproof products to make sure we stay perfect, from morning to night." She looks up, above the frame, "we don't want to be crying it all off because we had one bad day, right?
"Now, I'm going to try a nice shade of gold for today's look but you can really be creative. Go wild and choose whatever you like. But nothing too loud, we don't want to scare him away."
She winks at the camera in a theatrical manner. You take out a palette and lower your head. You can't move. You're frozen. This is too much. There's something just off about all of this.
"What kind of Stepford bullshit--"
The video stops. Another pop up. You peek up at it. There's only two big red exes in the bubble. Alright, fine. You open the palette and pick out a brush. The video resumes. You really hope this stuff is waterproof because you're about to have a goddamn breakdown.
You get closer to the mirror as you work on applying the shadow. You go with a subtle caramel and amber combination. You're not very good at it but the instructions are easy enough. Nothing too difficult as long as you keep up.
You finish the eye after fighting the liner. You're starting to get the hang of it. Wait. No. That's not a victory. You don't want this.
Eyebrows. Do you really need to do all this? Right, now lips. You take out the candy apple red and delicate trace the shape of your mouth. Finally, a setting spray that nearly makes you sneeze.
"And that's it. You're all done," the woman announces, "you're ready to--"
The screen cuts. The image of the woman with her makeup smeared covers the screen for a split second then disappears to a credit screen, congratulating you on completing the the look. You gape, stunned, and take a step back. Alright, this is twisted.
The video exits out and you're left only with a blank screen. The next message takes over the expanse; kitchen. You grab the phone and take it with you, swiping up the shoes as you go.
Downstairs, you plop the shoes down and face the Echo as it chimes again. Your next directive is on the screen. A timer that reads 'Dinner, t-minus 2 hours'. You hear the television mounted in the corner flick on and you turn to see the same woman as before.
"Hello. Welcome. It's good to see you." She puts her hands on the counter, staring again. She flinches. "Please, don't make--" The video cuts. "Today!" She points at the camera, "we're going to make a classic; meatloaf."
You walk closer to the screen. There's something wrong with this woman. This isn't Rachel Ray or Martha Stewart. This is horrifying. She pauses, nodding, her smile getting bigger, than falling, and spreading again. It's as if she's glitching.
Another jarring switch. She's by the fridge, speaking intimately as the camera is angled down at her.
"So, let's get our ingredients, ladies," she announces, "now, we can go with lean turkey if we're being mindful or we can go with a classic beef." She reaches inside and takes out a paper packet, "nice and fresh."
The screen pauses on her hands. There's a broken nail among her perfectly manicured hands. You back up and drop your shoulders. You drag your feet to the fridge and pull out the ground beef in the same brownish red paper. The video starts again.
You put the beef on the counter and wait for the next ingredient. One buy one you get everything out. Then you get your tools, bowls, pans, knives. You admire the long silver blade as it slides free of the block.
"It's important," the woman chirps from the screen, "not to play with knives..  you could get hurt."
You look up as she holds up a knife and shakes her head. You frown as she grabs the blade and slides her palms down it, leaving a red sheen on the silver.
"See? Always be safe," she grips the knife by the handle as her blood drips onto the counter. "Lets prepare our veggies first–"
The blip is less than subtle. Her hand is suddenly wrapped in cause thought the drops of blood remain on the cutting board. You put the onion on the wooden surface and dice along with the happy host.
The step-by-step directions keep you occupied enough to ignore the tremor of fear inside you. Your thoughts fade to background as you pull the lid off the breadcrumbs. You work through the recipe mindlessly until you have the meat neatly in the loaf pan.
As you open the oven door, that small voice of logic breaks through. Who are you cooking this for? It's an awful lot of food for just you.
"Now we can work on our sides," the woman sings, "roasted potatoes and charred asparagus."
🖤
You stand before the table. It’s set precisely to the standard set by the woman on the screen. Cutlery, cloth napkins, tall glasses, and a jug of iced lemon water. 
The timer counts down and dings. You rush over to hit clear and grab the oven gloves. You take out the pan of meatloaf, then the roast potatoes. You place them carefully on the stove. It smells delicious but your appetite is scant. You’re not very concerned with food at the moment.
You wince as the television flicks on again and the woman holds a spatula and talks to the camera, almost as if she’s talking directly to you. 
“Now, it’s time to plate dinner,” she explains, “now I know, it’s just meatloaf, but it doesn’t mean we can’t spruce it up. Let’s begin by slicing the loaf.”
You huff and push your head back. This is a chore. You don’t think you’ve ever put this much effort into a meal. 
“We want to make our romantic dinner for two perfect,” she chimes as she sets out two plates, “for our very special someone. The most handsome man…”
She bats her lashes as she gives another tense smile. Forced and frightening. The camera slowly pans in before suddenly pulling back. You blow off the unease and open the cupboard.
You once more follow along with the knock off Julia Child. You get two plates set, the meat placed just so, the potatoes scooped out in delicate measurements, the asparagus lines up neatly. You put each plate on a table mat and take a step back. 
So, what next?
Ding dong.
The loud chime makes you jump. You don’t move. You wait and listen until it comes again. The doorbell?
You turn on your heel and pass into the entryway. As you do, the door opens from the other side. Your lips part in shock as Steve steps inside, greeting you with a smile as the security system alerts you to the open door and secures again as he lets it fall shut behind him. You clasp your hands together, questions racing but no words coming.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he smiles, “you look…” his eyes fall to your feet. “Adequate.”
You follow his gaze and curl one foot behind the other. You left the heels off. You suppose that was wrong. Wait, no, this is wrong. What he’s doing is wrong.
“Excuse me?” You scoff.
“Dinner smells good,” he smooths his golden hair. 
He wears a crisp white button-up and gray pin-striped slacks. You grimace at him and cross your arms. He comes closer, stopping before you as he reaches to touch your cheek. You wince and lean away from him.
“You shouldn’t scowl. You’ll get wrinkles,” he says.
“Wha– Steve. What is going on?”
He presses his index finger to your lips, “ah ah. I came for dinner. Let’s not chatter and let it get cold.”
You step back and glare at him, “Steve, what are you doing? Please, let me go.”
“Honey, let’s not argue,” he comes close and grabs your upper arms, pulling them apart, “you won’t like how it ends.”
“What? What does that mean?”
“Meatloaf,” he turns his head and looks towards the kitchen, “it’s my favourite.”
You’re upended by his sudden change in topic. It’s frustrating how he just ignores you. You want to know why he’s doing this. How can he even think of something like this. He can’t. Someone will come looking for you.
No one knows where you are. You didn’t tell them.
“Don’t keep me waiting, sweetheart,” he lowers his voice as he leans in, “I’ve waited long enough.”
You look up at him, shaken by his tone. You’ve never heard him sound like that. You feel his grip tighten on you. 
“Go get your shoes and we’ll sit down and have a nice dinner.”
“Steve,” you croak.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nose. He smirks and lifts his lashes, blue eyes gleaming like crystals, “don’t you remember what I said. How I like order. How things should be in their place. How everyone has their role.”
You scrunch your nose. You remember. It was weird then, now it’s terrifying.
“Yes,” you rasp, “I remember.”
“You don’t want me to be unhappy, do you?” He challenges, his thumbs rubbing your arms.
You shake your head stiffly, ready to wilt beneath his gaze. “No, I don’t.”
“Good girl,” he slides his hands down your arms and slowly retracts his touch, “so, let’s eat.”
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List of FOB songs that can possibly be magic 8 ball songs at some point
Evening Out With Your Girlfriend
Honorable Mention - last performed on January 22nd, 2007
Switchblades and Infidelity - last performed on August 28th, 2004
Pretty In Punk - has never been performed live (yet)
Growing Up - last performed on November 7th, 2008
The World’s Not Waiting (For Five Tired Boys In A Broken Down Van) - has never been performed live (yet)
Short, Fast, And Loud - has never been performed live (yet)
Moving Pictures - last performed on November 23rd, 2005
Parker Lewis Can’t Lose (But I’m Gonna Give It My Best Shot) - has never been performed live (yet)
Take This To Your Grave
Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today - last performed on July 30th, 2013
Sending Postcards From a Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here) - had its only live performance ever on March 12th, 2004
The Pros and Cons of Breathing - had its only live performance ever on November 19th, 2007
Grenade Jumper - last performed on February 20th, 2009
Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over - last performed on November 19th, 2007
My Heart Will Always Be the B-Side to My Tongue
My Heart is the Worst Kind of Weapon - has never been performed live (yet)
It’s Not a Side Effect of the Cocaine, I Think It Must Be Love - has never been performed live (yet)
Love Will Tear Us Apart (cover) - had its only live performance ever on June 10th, 2004
From Under The Cork Tree
Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued - last performed on March 23rd, 2008
7 Minutes in Heaven (Atavan Halen) - last performed on January 4th, 2007
Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends - has never been performed live (yet)
Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part to Save the Scene and Stop Going to Shows) - had its only live performance ever on May 6th, 2006
XO - last performed on December 2nd, 2007
Snitches and Talkers Get Stitches and Walkers - has never been performed live (yet)
The Music or the Misery - last performed on August 12th, 2006
(Note: I didn’t include I’ve Got A Dark Alley as Pete has said that song will never be performed live)
Infinity on High
Don't You Know Who I Think I Am? - last performed on December 2nd, 2007
The Carpal Tunnel of Love - last performed on April 4th, 2008
You’re Crashing, But You’re No Wave - has never been performed live (yet)
It’s Hard to Say “I Do”, When I Don’t - has never been performed live (yet)
Folie à Deux
The (Shipped) Gold Standard - has never been performed live (yet)
Tiffany Blews - last performed on September 19th, 2009
w.a.m.s. - has never been performed live (yet)
20 Dollar Nose Bleed - last performed on September 29th, 2013
West Coast Smoker - has never been performed live (yet)
Pavlove - has never been performed live (yet)
Lullabye - last performed on April 26th, 2009
Believers Never Die: Greatest Hits
Alpha Dog - has never been performed live (yet)
“From Now On We Are Enemies” - has never been performed live (yet)
Yule Shoot Your Eye Out - last performed on December 18th, 2013
Save Rock and Roll
Alone Together - last performed on November 17th, 2017
Just One Yesterday - last performed on September 12th, 2014
The Mighty Fall - has never been performed live (yet)
Miss Missing You - last performed on January 14th, 2015
Death Valley - last performed on September 12th, 2014
Young Volcanoes - last performed on May 7th, 2018
Rat A Tat - has never been performed live (yet)
PAX•AM Days
We Were Doomed from the Start (The King Is Dead) - had its only live performance ever on November 29th, 2013
Art of Keeping Up Disappearances - had its only live performance ever on November 29th, 2013
Hot to the Touch, Cold On the Inside - had its only live performance ever on November 29th, 2013
Love, Sex, Death - last performed on June 14th, 2014
Eternal Summer - had its only live performance ever on November 29th, 2013
Demigods - had its only live performance ever on November 29th, 2013
American Made - had its only live performance ever on November 29th, 2013
Caffeine Cold - had its only live performance ever on November 29th, 2013
New Dreams (cover) - had its only live performance ever on September 13th, 2013
American Beauty / American Psycho
Jet Pack Blues - last performed on May 7th, 2018
Novocaine - last performed on March 27th, 2017
Fourth of July - last performed on March 22nd, 2017
Twin Skeleton’s (Hotel in NYC) - has never been performed live (yet)
Mania
Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea - last performed August 18th, 2019
HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON’T - last performed May 7th, 2018
Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) - last performed November 4th, 2018
Church - last performed April 30th, 2018
Heaven's Gate - has never been performed live (yet)
Champion - last performed on December 6th, 2019
Sunshine Riptide - has never been performed live (yet)
Young And Menace - last performed on October 10th, 2018
Bishops Knife Trick - has never been performed live (yet)
LLAMANIA
Past Life - has never been performed live (yet)
Footprints in the Snow - has never been performed live (yet)
Wrong Side of Paradise - has never been performed live (yet)
Lake Effect Kid
Lake Effect Kid - last performed on October 10th, 2018
City In A Garden - has never been performed live (yet)
Super Fade - has never been performed live (yet)
Believers Never Die, Volume Two - Greatest Hits
Dear Future Self (Hands Up) - last performed on December 6th, 2019
Bob Dylan - has never been performed live (yet)
So Much (For) Stardust
So Good Right Now - has never been performed live (yet)
I Am My Own Muse - has never been performed live (yet)
Flu Game - has never been performed live (yet)
So Much (For) Stardust - has never been performed live (yet)
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